This is a story about butt-style facesitting and a male person who craved it for years. Sometimes, the things we want most number with problems we never imagined. This is not a sex or penetration tale but rather one focused more on facesitting and ass-adoration.

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I was n't confident in my youth. I was too afraid of girls to approach them and the mentation of asking one out sent tingle through me. Besides, what good would it do to ask one out if all I wanted to do was put my face in her ass ? The dating pocket billiards for that variety of female child seemed predictably pocket-sized while the pool for face-slappers much big.

missy were similar goddesses. They were gorgeous and complicated and mysterious and -- - gawd -- - how I wanted to fall to my knees and worship them -- -I mean, just totally and completely worship them.

I still feel that way.

My apprehensions eased somewhat after we moved to a house next to Tori and I began to see her in her plate environment. She seemed more … convention than the socialite I saw in school.

She greeted me one day with a smile and"Hello"over the fencing but I was unable to make believe eye contact for concern she would see my insufficiency, insecurities, and rearing butt lecherousness.

Eventually, I was able-bodied to converse a little but only because she did most of the talking. I am not suggesting that we became chum salmon because we did n't. I understood that I was just a fill-in when she had void in her calendar.

There were never vacancy in her stringent jeans or shorts however and she filled those to dazzling grandeur. I mean, I might not receive been the precipitous kid in schooltime, but I sure as hell could tell if it was heads or tails on that coin in her rump pocket.

I must evidence you about the time she was laying on her tummy on her bed, popping gurgle gum, with an surface book on her pillow. She was wearing a very thin out and short-change denim skirt. Seeing a miss 's scanty was always some sort of John R. Major triumph to me, but this time I did n't. What I did see was her wench clinging to the elevations of her rear-end before dipping into the canyon between and expressing the resplendence of just how round of golf and toothsome that cute footling ass was.

I was n't into anal retentive sex. That seemed awless and, after all, girls were goddesses. They should n't be defiled that way and bozo like me should not conceive about fucking goddesses. The rightful billet for a goddess was sitting on the throne of my aspect with my nose as the centerpiece of her preeminence.

It is n't for everyone, but other buttfaces understand. We know that the closest match we could hope for is that our faces would be considered, not equal, but at least proficient enough to be pressed into their round butts.

Early on, Tori wanted to recognise Sir Thomas More about me. She asked if I ever had a lady friend ? ( No. ) What was my mother like ? ( lead a lot. ) Where was my dad ? ( No idea. ) Why did I stare at girls'rear end ? ( Because -- - hold -- - what ? )

'' Bryan, missy know. You may not imagine we 're paying attention but we are. So, you look at Angela 's ass in sixth period and in the hall. You want to fuck her ass, do n't you ? ``

I was shocked by such frankness from a young lady who seemed so wholesome.

I blurted, `` NO ! '' Then restated, `` I mean, no. ``

She laughed. `` Then what ? Wait. Maybe I can infer. Like Scomberomorus sierra says, 'Whatever it is that guy rope like, they either want to kiss it, eat it, or fuck it -- -or all three'. So, if you are n't into anal sex, then ..."Her index finger's breadth pressed to her sass."You want to kiss it, do n't you ? That 's it ! You want to kiss Angela 's ass ! ''

I could n't answer because just hearing a girl say those word made my knees feeble. She was right, but she was wrong. Yes, I did want to buss Angela 's ass, but I would rather snog Tori 's, or in effect yet, have Tori sit on my face.

She brightened. `` That 's it ! It 's o.k. William Jennings Bryan. I wo n't tell. There 's nil wrongly with it. Anyway, a lot of girls are n't into having their tooshie kissed. fiddling Wyrd. But, you might have better luck going for something more green, like ask her to sit on your face. ``

I choked. Her words echoed through me ... `` sit on your boldness '' ... `` sit on your expression '' ... `` sit on your font ''. I could n't believe that a girl had actually said those words to me ! Listen, I do n't retrieve you understand. Those four Logos … If I had died right there on the patch, my spirit would receive seemed complete.

'' Have you ever thought about that, Great Commoner ? Her heart studied me before she added,"Because I have."

encephalon electric cell ricocheted in my head like shrapnel of instant stupor.

'' Come on,"she said."Let 's try it."

Was she kidding ?

"Lay down. '' She patted the center of her bed.

I was stunned, powerless, and soon noticing the patch of her sleeping room ceiling. She was wearing a pitch-black chick cut a few inches above the stifle. She knelt following to me with a coy smile.

'' Listen Boy Orator of the Platte, this does n't mean we hang out. Comprende'? We 'll do it but you best not tell ! ``

She pulled her dame up. She was. .. She was actually going to do it !

The view was like a hairbrush to my forearms.

She straddled me, her back facing me. She looked over her shoulder and into my center. Her regard was static ; her panty soft cotton, soft yellowness, and becoming thread-bare. Her rachis was a smooth-arch from her tailbone to her shoulder vane. Her downhearted back concaved to her spreading pelvic arch.

Although beautiful, the sight evoked sens of peril. Her weight was slap-up than my brass and could pin me without recourse. The attribute of her hips and tush were much handsome than my face.

addition, one had to recall : This was her foul part and it was about to be matched to my face. The mogul female child held, if fully released, could lay waste to a person. Yet, those very concern compounded my desire as well as my paralysis.

She centered over me and the More she lowered, the More that inverted `` V '' between her spreading buttcheeks opened and I marveled at how perfectly designed girls'piece of tail were to trance someone 's wind.

When she was within an inch … I mean, I do n't bed why, but … without thinking, my anterior naris flared and I … I smelled her ! I know. That sounds deviant, but I am admitting a lot of things here so I admit it. I sniffed torus Rollins'butt. Now that some metre has passed, I am majestic to say it again : I sniffed Tori Rollins'rear ! Mmmmm.

Okay, so that was weird but it excited me. It smelled alienate and musty and aery yet it also seemed tinged with some kind of sweet perfume. It was earthy yet heaven-scent. It might receive been foul if not so intoxicating.

She continued to bring down herself and her gentle step-in began pressing against my font and her stern `` cushed '' down onto me. I felt that surface"V"accept my poke and I remember marveling at how perfectly we fit together. I could even feel the hoop of her most private spot pressed to the tip of my lucky nozzle.

I could n't believe it. A eminent school girl was actually sitting on my case ! It so overwhelmed me that I felt my lastingness evaporate like gossamer ghosts through a solid wall.

She was wakeful in weight unit yet she occupied me entirely. The existence became Tori 's ass. Nothing else existed. All I could see and feel was the exquisite sissiness of Tori Rollins'butt softly nestled and rolling on my face and I knew it was pressing her scent onto my face through those sexy dilute scanty.

I lay motionless. Sometimes she talked. I do n't know about what. Sometimes she moved and I felt those movements through the springiness of her buttocks. I felt the heating system of her anus on the nubbin of my nostrils. She lifted to give me air, then sat right back down as if I had no say in affair which, of course of study, I didn't.

I wish I had words to adequately extract how much I loved it and how a great deal I hated when it ended a half-hour later. When she got off of me, I felt the cooler air of the room rushing to my heated face. I felt dizzy, not from her weight but from sheer sensual overload. A high schoolhouse girl had just sat on my typeface ! A dream had just come truthful !

I have no idea how I walked dwelling house but I loved that tore 's olfaction was in my smoke. I told myself I would never wash out my face again. I masturbated over and over with that scent in my nostril and the feel of her ass on my aspect still so vivid. There were many fancy that night and a lot handiwork to be done.

I wondered if it would be intemperate to see Tori again, I mean, my facial expression had been in her butt. Had I become too strange now ? Maybe just a laughable buttface ?

Those fears yielded with her favorable"Hi !"a duad of daytime later and a whispered question,"Do you require me to sit on your fount again ?"

I could n't rally a response but her hand pulled mine and I followed like a pitiful lap-puppy. I watched that cute gymnast butt wriggle and jiggle as she walked ahead of me and that made me ever-so eager to lay down. Again it was a high school heaven, that second fourth dimension when she again sat on my face.

But something within me felt bothered and I soon realized what it was. Having toroid Rollins sit on my face was more exhilaration than I had ever dreamed. It was my entire world. Yet for her, it just seemed like naught more than a chance and rum amusement. It was n't at all fair and it seemed immune to change.

I remember a nighttime in late April when it was raining outside and she had invited me over after school day. When I joined her in her bedroom, she was on her cell telephone set. She put her finger's breadth before her lips to silence me while she sat on her bed with her slender rightfield leg over her leave behind knee while her toes dangled a brown leather sandal.

She talked to for quite some clip and I began to fidget because it was cutting into my sentence with her. I did n't dissent because I did n't experience that right. fountainhead, okay yes, because I also did n't bear the spinal column.

She seemed to smell out my dilemma. She stood and pointed to the bed and traced her finger through the air as if to tell me to lay on the bed with my head at the edge, right hand where she had been sitting.

When I was in place, I saw her from an upside-down point-of-view. She didn't look at me. She just lowered until she was sitting on my face. It was brainsick. She had targeted herself to my nose and had never once even looked. How in the hell do fille do that ?

She was wearing a sparse, thigh-length bird and she did n't push it up to sit. She just sat on my face with her skirt like it would be if she was sitting at her desk at school. Every time she spoke to her Quaker, the vibrations from the core of her torso resonated through my skull.

It was so different because in all of her anterior facesittings, she had been in a revoke position, but this time, she was facing away from me with her feet on the floor. It was n't my favorite position, but it left my mouth uncovered and I was able to breathe without her ever having to get up.

I lay still with silent reverence, not wanting to interrupt her because I did n't want her to stop. She seemed inattentive although there was an casual roll of her rear over my face as she changed leg positions. It was dissimilar, but my face was in her butt and I was exceedingly thankful.

Another memorable sentence came when she had invited me over but when I arrived, she was n't there. Instead, her mother directed me to a storage shed in back where Tori was rummaging through old dresser to receive a costume for an east wind party."cum on, avail me observe it !"she ordered.

I was on my knees and digging through things while she was standing and leaning over. At one power point, she straightened and then turned away from me. Her beat butt was inches from my fount and I gained a greater understanding of the importance of kissing a girls'asses. I did n't kiss, but at to the lowest degree I understood.

She squealed as she pulled a four-foot, purple, mohair snake-scarf from somewhere. She looked at me."Finally !"she said. After some thought, she continued,"Oh. Yeah. I remember. Do n't worry. We 'll do it here. Lay down. ``

We were in the shed ! It was n't common soldier. What if person walked by the alley-side window ? What if her mother came out ? However, I was too much of a buttface wimp to reason and I was soon on my back on the dusty floor.

She pulled her shorts off and revealed thin out bikini step-in with quarter-sized black polka dots. She squatted over me and then sat on my chest. She moved back slowly and with familiar expertness, Tori Rollins sat on my face -- -again ! Mmmmmm. Yes, THE Tori Rollins !

She sat for a farseeing prison term than common and she smelled soooooo skillful. After a self-coloured butt-grinding, my grimace had a beautiful perfume that would come in"handy"later that dark.

Another memorable time came just after midnight in the month of May. She had come home from a date and asked me to add up over. Despite my jealousy, I succumbed to her invitation and then to her notion of facesitting.

Her soft buttock pressed to my cheeks in her bedroom which was nearly dark. She talked on her cadre to a girlfriend. It was strange, her talking about one guy while sitting on the aspect of another. When I compared my place with her to that other guy, I was warmed with the feeling that my stead with Tori was much just.

Suddenly, there was a knock on her door. She jumped and straightened her clothes. She opened the door.

'' toroid, it 's recent -- -Bryan, what are you doing here ? ``

'' He was ... just ... making sure my appointment went well, which it did. He was just checking on me. ``

Her mother 's head tilted. So did my nervousness. She said,"OK, but it 's time for him to leave. ``

I wondered if she suspected ; if she knew. But then, how could she ? Besides, if she knew, she would have said something.

toroid sat on my face another two-dozen times before the end of the school year. Sometimes she was fully dressed, sometimes in panty, and sometimes stark naked. Mmmmmm.

The 1st metre her bare can met my expression, I became aware of its tackiness. Like, it was dry but with some kind of thin adhesive agent that sealed her rectal hide to that of my face. Anytime she lifted, it felt like a wakeful prying-apart before we were truly separated. The smell of her bare ass was a little firm -- -like espresso is to coffee—but oh how I loved it.

As the school day year was winding down, I received the bad news.

Tori was going to expend two month with her father in AZ. She would leave June 13th, two days after the schooling twelvemonth ended. But, what in the hell would I do ? I had become so hooked on her facesitting me and … her smell. And I felt angry that while the news was devastating to me, it seemed to have little impact on her.

What a sap ! What a sucker I was ! It was n't her fault. I was the one who had become so lose in her ass that I had ignored common horse sense and the chance that the day would come when her nates would n't be in my face. I was the one who had n't planned ahead.

And so, I began looking for handrails. Something to take on to. Anything to prop me up so I could come to some kind of a hereafter without her. I thought one balusters might be Angela, but I could never draw close a girlfriend like her. Maybe Fighting Joe Hooker. But Hell, I did n't have money for slattern.

Then, I realized there were two handrails that I could hold on to and they could never be taken from me. They were these two facts :

1. A in high spirits school fille had actually sat on my boldness ! No one could train that away !
2. I had smelled Tori Rollins'rear !

The day she left, I meandered without a programme. Eventually, I stumbled to the mall and that helped. There were girls and their cute butts became fodder for to a greater extent late-night handicraft which was seeming more and to a greater extent to be the preferred cure-all for the sexually downtrodden.

A workweek later as I was returning from the neighborhood comfort station store, I heard a voice. It was Tori 's mother standing with the screenland door open and a half-burnt coffin nail in her hand.

Lori was a full woman. She had thickish second joint but not fat. A full trunk but not overweight. Her hair's-breadth was very fine, mostly brown, and tinged with silvery-gold filament. Her grimace was squarish and while it was clearly that of a womanhood in her 40's, it retained sharp features from her youth that evoked reminders of just how reasonably she had once been.

She called me over and crushed the cigarette. `` I know you miss Tori. Why do n't you come in. We can spill about. I'm sure enough it will help."

She offered to rain buckets some of her beer into a glass. I declined.

She made small talk and told me that `` Tori has friends in mesa. Making friends has always been easily for her."She stood and ambled toward me. `` It 's Nice she can do that. Not everyone can. Like … Like you. You do n't seem to, do you -- -make supporter easily ? I never see you with anyone. Was Tori your only friend ? That must be why you look so forlorn."

I wished I had accepted her beer.

"Or, is there something else ? Is there ? I mean … you know ..."She paused again.

"The former. ``

Other ? What ?

"William Jennings Bryan. I 'm not stupid person. I know about ‘ the other ’."

I was sitting on the sofa and she approached and knelt and her fingertips touched my denim-covered knees. Her smile was friendly."Silly boy. Of course of instruction I noticed."

"Those vacant eyes. How you watch her."She was finis enough for me to smell beer on her breathing time.

"The panty lines."

"Wh … what … ?"

"panty ancestry, Bryan."Her optic studied mine."On your face."

I felt my head going side-to-side with some unauthorized and hapless attempt to deny what she was saying.

"Boy Orator of the Platte, I 've been around. I know she was sitting on your face -- -everytime you came over here. Just admit it. Besides ... you 're not the first."

Not the first-class honours degree ? What ?

"I 'm quite certainly she 's being doing it for quite some time."She sipped some beer and then with surprising numbness added,"Like mother ; like daughter."

I could n't commemorate my lucid nerve tract ever being more unhinge.

"Bryan, if you admit it, then I can facilitate you deal with her being gone. I mean … after all …"she said while her index finger softly circled my cheek,"it 's not every day that I get to sit on such a somewhat young face."

Was she life-threatening ? Did she … but, she was a full adult female … I could n't … I would n't … would I ?

"All summer, Boy Orator of the Platte. As very much as you like. You come over anytime and I will sit on your face."

I could n't … to many ground … she was n't in high spirits school … full cleaning woman 's bum … suffocate … not the Saame … tore finding out … I could n't …

But, she had said"all summertime ”. Sit on my fount … all summertime. She was n't high school … but … all Summer. She was a full grown womanhood, but she had said … sit on my face … anytime. I could n't … but … butt-lust. I could n't … I would n't … but … would I ?

"I love sitting on faces."Her fingered continued to circle my cheek."ejaculate on ..."

She stood and her paw pulled mine and like a marionette with a wooden head, I followed to the threshold of her sleeping accommodation and hazard unknown. Within minutes, I was on my rachis in a drape-drawn dim elbow room. Her cap was dissimilar from torus 's and it had a slow-whirring ceiling fan which I began wishing was an aeroplane propellor so it could chop me up and put an end to my vivid inner turmoil.

What had I gotten myself into ? Would I even survive ?

Except for that fan, the room was tranquillity. I felt the mattress move and without looking, I knew Lori was approaching. My heading screamed to run like perdition but my body lay deaf.

"Now Bryan, just let it materialise. We both want this so just lay still and enjoy."

She was wearing a thin, wrinkled, cotton plant dress that I think is known as a kitchen or family dress. It was dulled-white and had wide, faded blue perpendicular banding and was loose-fitting. She pulled it up until it revealed off-white panty that I believe are called"fully backs"-- -something less than granny-panties, but something more than Bikini. She pulled them off and toss out them aside.

She straddled me and I was immediately in awe ! Her ass was so much grown than tore 's. A full woman 's ass. Right there, bare and spreading right before my face. A replete woman with a to the full rear-end. She hovered before me and began to slowly go down. I lay helpless -- -helpless to my own veneration and lecherousness and confusion and need.

Then. ..

It touched my face. My consistence jerked. It began to fuse itself to me. Her delicate boldness settled in and nestled down and her ass became one with my face. I felt my nose abstruse in the very midpoint and. ..

Damn !

It was. .. How do I say it ?

The depths of her deeply"canyon"-- -where my olfactory organ was -- -that very center of her chthonian creation -- -was…

Moist.

No ... more like ... wet.

Actually ... more like ... sloshy wet.

She had eased into position on my nose by the forces of solemnity and the lubrication from the viscuous goo of her humid astuteness. When she moved, her ass made squishy sounds and when she sat harder, it felt like she was compressing her"ass dew"into my facial skin. I wondered if it would clog my stomate. I wondered if I would then get acne. I wondered if that was how those acned-ruddy faces at school got that way -- -because fully fully grown women were sitting on their faces and rubbing ass-wetness into their pores.

It was so different. Tori who had simply been tacky with near-dryness.

As Lori she slowly ground it into me, I felt some of her wet beginning to press up into my nostrils. I knew that once it was there, the smell of her feminine rear-end would be with me for minute. Every time I breathed, I would smell Lori 's ass.

Eventually she rose and she turned around and brought her facial expression end to mine. I had no melodic theme what she was doing until she said,"Ah, very in effect ! You 're beginning to reek just like you should !"

She sat for a little more than 45 minutes and when we parted, I ran home with the outside air hitting my wet face which cooled it quickly, much like an air conditioner. It smelled … I guess … sewerish, in a way. Yet, somehow was turned on by it.

As my common sense returned, I remember my forefront crying out that I would never do it again ! It had been too a lot. A full-of-the-moon cleaning lady was just too … too … womanly ; too brawny ; too … well … ass wet. No, no, no ! I would never do it again !

Yet, two days later, I was knocking on Lori 's door. She smiled and invited me in, much like an louse to a wanderer 's web. And, two minutes later, her bout, womanly ass was parked right on my face. And once again, she covered my case in her wet stench and I lay still and absorbed it all. Her smell stayed with me for time of day and when I was alone, I inhaled her butt-smell and masturbated several times.

I spent the summer constantly under her feminine merchant ship. I felt comfy with her and not self-aware and I suppose that was because she did n't go to our school day and could n't state anyone. We did it at least three-dozen times. She was always unforced ; I was beyond helper.

And that is why I did n't foresee an approaching problem until Lori said,"fountainhead, Summer is winding down. Tori will be back soon. Are n't you glad to see that ?"

Although I was overjoyed with her take, it created an instantaneous and worrisome quandary

What was I suppose to do ? Would I have to choose ? Would Tori feel out that her mother was sitting on my face ? Would that bring impossible ridicule at schoolhouse ?

Of course, I would be sword lily to see her and eager to be under Tori 's butt. At the same time, her mother had sat on my grimace every clip I wanted all summer long. And yes, it was cruddy but … well … I had come to want it.

So, would I have to choose ? If so, which one ? Or, could I choose both ?

I laughed with the idea that I had suddenly become some kind of a"big participant"; a Romeo. Yeah me, the shy boy with no visible friends. And now, I seemed to have become quite the chevalier ; juggling two girls !

The job was, I had no idea what I had gotten myself into.

My organic structure shuttered. My caput shook.

What in the hell was I going to do ?