This is a floor about butt-style facesitting and a male person who craved it for years. Sometimes, the things we want most occur with problems we never imagined. This is not a sex or penetration story 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 thought of asking one out sent shivers 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 pool for that kind of young lady seemed predictably low while the kitty for face-slappers lots turgid.

young lady were comparable goddesses. They were gorgeous and complicated and cryptical and -- - gawd -- - how I wanted to diminish to my knee and worship them -- -I mean, just totally and completely worship them.

I still feel that way.

My arrest eased somewhat after we moved to a house next to Tori and I began to see her in her home environment. She seemed more … normal than the socialite I saw in shoal.

She greeted me one day with a smile and"howdy"over the fence but I was ineffectual to throw eye contact for fear she would see my inadequacies, insecurities, and rearing butt lecherousness.

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

There were never vacancies in her mean jeans or shorts however and she filled those to dazzling magnificence. I mean, I might not make been the precipitous kid in shoal, but I sure as hell could tell if it was heads or can on that coin in her rear pocket.

I must tell you about the time she was laying on her tummy on her bed, popping bubble gum, with an clear Holy Writ on her pillow. She was wearing a very melt off and short blue jean skirt. Seeing a miss 's panty was always some kind of John Roy Major triumph to me, but this time I did n't. What I did see was her skirt clinging to the elevations of her rear-end before dipping into the canyon between and expressing the gloriole of just how round of drinks and pleasant-tasting that precious niggling ass was.

I was n't into anal sex. That seemed disrespectful and, after all, fille were goddesses. They should n't be defiled that way and hombre like me should not think about fucking goddesses. The rightful post for a goddess was sitting on the throne of my boldness with my nose as the centrepiece of her eminence.

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 upright enough to be pressed into their bout butts.

Early on, tore wanted to know Thomas More about me. She asked if I ever had a girlfriend ? ( No. ) What was my female parent like ? ( snuff it a lot. ) Where was my dad ? ( No idea. ) Why did I stare at girlfriend'butts ? ( Because -- - hold -- - what ? )

'' Bryan, little girl know. You may not guess we 're paying attention but we are. So, you look at Angela 's ass in 6th period and in the halls. You want to fuck her ass, do n't you ? ``

I was shocked by such directness from a fille who seemed so wholesome.

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

She laughed. `` Then what ? Wait. Maybe I can venture. Like sierra says, 'Whatever it is that guy rope like, they either want to buss it, eat it, or fuck it -- -or all three'. So, if you are n't into anal retentive sex, then ..."Her index finger finger pressed to her mouth."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 young woman say those language made my stifle weak. She was correct, but she was wrong. Yes, I did need to kiss Angela 's ass, but I would rather kiss Tori 's, or better yet, have toroid sit on my face.

She brightened. `` That 's it ! It 's okay Bryan. I wo n't order. There 's aught wrong with it. Anyway, a lot of daughter are n't into having their asses kissed. petty uncanny. But, you might have better luck going for something more usual, like ask her to sit on your face. ``

I choked. Her words echoed through me ... `` sit on your facial expression '' ... `` sit on your side '' ... `` sit on your face ''. I could n't trust that a girl had actually said those give-and-take to me ! Listen, I do n't remember you understand. Those four Word of God … If I had died right there on the billet, my life would suffer seemed complete.

'' Have you ever thought about that, Boy Orator of the Platte ? Her eyes studied me before she added,"Because I have."

Brain cells ricocheted in my head like shrapnel of insistent 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 speckles of her bedroom ceiling. She was wearing a pitch-black skirt cut a few in above the knees. She knelt next to me with a coy smile.

'' Listen William Jennings Bryan, this does n't mean we hang out. Comprende'? We 'll do it but you amend not severalize ! ``

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

The thought was like a hairbrush to my forearms.

She straddled me, her back facing me. She looked over her articulatio humeri and into my eyes. Her gaze was unchanging ; her pantie soft cotton plant, lenient yellowness, and becoming thread-bare. Her back was a smooth-arch from her tailbone to her shoulder blades. Her take down back concaved to her spreading articulatio coxae.

Although beautiful, the sight evoked senses of jeopardy. Her weightiness was greater than my face and could pin me without resort. The property of her hips and bottom were much boastful than my face.

summation, one had to think of : This was her fetid part and it was about to be matched to my cheek. The power girls held, if fully released, could devastate a somebody. Yet, those very awe compounded my desire as well as my paralysis.

She centered over me and the more she lowered, the more that upside-down `` V '' between her spreading buttcheeks opened and I marveled at how perfectly designed girls'can were to capture someone 's olfactory organ.

When she was within an column inch … I mean, I do n't know why, but … without thinking, my nostril flared and I … I smelled her ! I know. That sounds deviate, but I am admitting a lot of things here so I admit it. I sniffed Tori Rollins'butt. Now that some time has passed, I am proud to say it again : I sniffed Tori Rollins'stern ! Mmmmm.

okeh, so that was uncanny but it excited me. It smelled alien and fusty and supernal yet it also seemed tinged with some kind of angelical perfume. It was earthy yet heaven-scent. It might stimulate been foul if not so intoxicating.

She continued to lower herself and her soft panties began pressing against my face and her hindquarters `` cushed '' down onto me. I felt that capable"V"accept my nozzle and I remember marveling at how perfectly we fit together. I could even finger the ring of her most private place pressed to the tip of my favorable nose.

I could n't trust it. A high school lady friend was actually sitting on my face ! It so overwhelmed me that I felt my strength evaporate like cobweb trace through a solid wall.

She was light in weight yet she occupied me entirely. The universe became Tori 's ass. goose egg else existed. All I could see and feel was the exquisite softness of Tori Rollins'butt softly nestled and rolling on my face and I knew it was pressing her scent onto my typeface through those sexy slim down panties.

I lay motionless. Sometimes she talked. I do n't have it away about what. Sometimes she moved and I felt those motion through the spring of her hindquarters. I felt the heat of her anus on the nubbin of my nostrils. She lifted to pass me air, then sat rightfulness back down as if I had no say in things which, of course, I didn't.

I wish I had words to adequately express how much I loved it and how much I hated when it ended a half-hour later. When she got off of me, I felt the cooler air of the elbow room Benjamin Rush to my heated nerve. I felt dizzy, not from her weight but from perpendicularly sensual overload. A in high spirits school girl had just sat on my face ! A dream had just come true !

I have no approximation how I walked home but I loved that torus 's olfactory property was in my senses. I told myself I would never wash my cheek again. I masturbated over and over with that scent in my nostrils and the feel of her ass on my face still so vivid. There were many fantasies that night and much handiwork to be done.

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

Those fears yielded with her friendly"Hi !"a couple of solar day later and a whispered inquiry,"Do you want me to sit on your face again ?"

I could n't rally a response but her hand pulled mine and I followed like a hapless lap-puppy. I watched that cute gymnast tush wriggle and jiggle as she walked ahead of me and that made me ever-so eagre to lay down. Again it was a senior high nirvana, that second time when she again sat on my face.

But something within me felt bothered and I soon realized what it was. Having tore 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 nothing more than a casual and funny amusement. It was n't at all average and it seemed immune to change.

I remember a night in late April when it was raining outside and she had invited me over after schoolhouse. When I joined her in her sleeping room, she was on her cell telephone. She put her finger's breadth before her rim to hush me while she sat on her bed with her slender right wing leg over her left stifle while her toes dangled a dark-brown leather sandal.

She talked to for quite some time and I began to fidget because it was cutting into my sentence with her. I did n't protest because I did n't have that right. Well, okay yes, because I also did n't have the pricker.

She seemed to sense my dilemma. She stood and pointed to the bed and traced her fingerbreadth through the air as if to distinguish me to lay on the bed with my head at the edge, right where she had been sitting.

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

She was wearing a slender, thigh-length skirt and she did n't agitate it up to sit. She just sat on my face with her chick like it would be if she was sitting at her desk at schooltime. Every time she spoke to her admirer, the vibrations from the core group of her consistency resonated through my skull.

It was so different because in all of her prior facesittings, she had been in a reverse locating, but this time, she was facing away from me with her animal foot on the floor. It was n't my deary post, but it left my sass uncovered and I was capable to take a breath without her ever having to get up.

I lay still with mute reverence, not wanting to disturb her because I did n't want her to stop. She seemed inattentive although there was an periodic roll of her seat over my face as she changed leg emplacement. It was unlike, but my cheek was in her butt and I was exceedingly grateful.

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 repositing shed in back where Tori was rummaging through old chest of drawers to find a costume for an Easter party."Come on, help me find it !"she ordered.

I was on my knees and digging through thing while she was standing and leaning over. At one full stop, she straightened and then turned away from me. Her cycle butt was inches from my face and I gained a corking reason of the grandness of kissing a girls'asses. I did n't kiss, but at least 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 private. What if someone walked by the alley-side Windows ? What if her mother came out ? However, I was too much of a buttface wimp to fence and I was soon on my back on the dusty base.

She pulled her shorts off and revealed thin bikini panties with quarter-sized Shirley Temple polka dots. She squatted over me and then sat on my chest. She moved back slowly and with familiar expertise, toroid Rollins sat on my look -- -again ! Mmmmmm. Yes, THE Tori Rollins !

She sat for a recollective prison term than common and she smelled soooooo good. After a solid butt-grinding, my face had a beautiful perfume that would come in"handy"later that Nox.

Another memorable time came just after midnight in the calendar month of May. She had come home from a date and asked me to amount over. Despite my green-eyed monster, I succumbed to her invitation and then to her notion of facesitting.

Her soft buttocks pressed to my cheeks in her bedroom which was nearly dark. She talked on her cell to a girlfriend. It was unknown, her talking about one guy while sitting on the side of another. When I compared my place with her to that other guy, I was warmed with the impression that my place with toroid was much better.

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

'' toroid, it 's late -- -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 nerves. She said,"okeh, 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.

torus sat on my brass another two-dozen times before the end of the schoolhouse yr. Sometimes she was fully dressed, sometimes in panties, and sometimes peeled. Mmmmmm.

The first metre her bare buns met my face, I became cognizant of its gumminess. Like, it was dry but with some form of thin out adhesive material that sealed her rectal pelt to that of my face. Anytime she lifted, it felt like a unclouded prying-apart before we were truly separated. The smell of her bare ass was a lilliputian stronger -- -like espresso is to coffee—but oh how I loved it.

As the shoal twelvemonth was winding down, I received the bad news.

tore was going to spend two months with her Father of the Church in genus Arizona. She would exit June 13th, two sidereal day after the schoolhouse year ended. But, what in the infernal region would I do ? I had become so hooked on her facesitting me and … her smell. And I felt angry that while the intelligence 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 break. I was the one who had become so drop off in her ass that I had ignored vernacular sense and the probability that the day would come when her target would n't be in my face. I was the one who had n't planned ahead.

And so, I began looking for bannister. Something to give on to. Anything to prop me up so I could come to some kind of a time to come without her. I thought one banister might be Angela, but I could never approach a daughter like her. maybe hookers. But sin, I did n't let money for hustler.

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

1. A gamey school missy had actually sat on my face ! No one could postulate that away !
2. I had smelled Tori Rollins'butt !

The day she left, I meandered without a program. Eventually, I stumbled to the shopping centre and that helped. There were girlfriend and their cute bottom became cannon fodder for more late-night handiwork which was seeming more and more to be the preferred Panacea for the sexually downtrodden.

A workweek later as I was returning from the neighborhood gadget store, I heard a voice. It was Tori 's mother standing with the projection screen door open and a half-burnt cigarette in her hand.

Lori was a full cleaning woman. She had thickish thigh but not fat. A to the full torso but not overweight. Her hair was very mulct, mostly brown, and tinged with silvery-gold filament. Her face was squarish and while it was clearly that of a char in her 40's, it retained penetrative feature of speech from her young person that evoked reminder of just how pretty she had once been.

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

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

She made pocket-sized talking and told me that `` toroid has friends in Mesa. Making friends has always been easy 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 appear to, do you -- -make acquaintance 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 other. ``

other ? What ?

"Bryan. I 'm not stunned. I know about ‘ the other ’."

I was sitting on the lounge and she approached and knelt and her fingertips touched my denim-covered articulatio genus. Her smile was friendly."Silly boy. Of course I noticed."

"Those vacant optic. How you watch her."She was close enough for me to smell beer on her breath.

"The panty lines."

"Wh … what … ?"

"Panty lines, Bryan."Her eyes 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.

"Bryan, 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 inaugural ? What ?

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

I could n't call up my lucid nerve pathway ever being more disordered.

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

Was she good ? Did she … but, she was a full cleaning woman … I could n't … I would n't … would I ?

"All summer, Bryan. As a good deal as you like. You come over anytime and I will sit on your face."

I could n't … to many reasons … she was n't high school … full cleaning woman 's rear … suffocate … not the same … Tori finding out … I could n't …

But, she had said"all summer ”. Sit on my face … all summer. She was n't high school … but … all summertime. She was a full grown woman, 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 circulate my cheek."Come on ..."

She stood and her bridge player pulled mine and like a puppet with a wooden point, I followed to the threshold of her bedroom and perils unknown. Within minute of arc, I was on my spine in a drape-drawn dim room. Her ceiling was different from Tori 's and it had a slow-whirring cap fan which I began wishing was an aeroplane propeller so it could chop me up and put an end to my intense internal turmoil.

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

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

"Now William Jennings Bryan, just let it happen. 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 house attire. It was dulled-white and had encompassing, faded downcast vertical grade insignia and was loose-fitting. She pulled it up until it revealed bone pantie that I believe are called"full-of-the-moon backs"-- -something less than granny-panties, but something more than Bikini. She pulled them off and flung them aside.

She straddled me and I was immediately in awe ! Her ass was so much bigger than tore 's. A full woman 's ass. right field there, bare and spreading right before my face. A wide woman with a full rear-end. She hovered before me and began to slowly settle. I lay helpless -- -helpless to my own fear and lustfulness and discombobulation and need.

Then. ..

It touched my side. My body jerked. It began to combine itself to me. Her sonant cheeks settled in and nestled down and her ass became one with my face. I felt my nuzzle cryptical in the very center and. ..

tinker's dam !

It was. .. How do I say it ?

The depths of her deep"canon"-- -where my nozzle was -- -that very center of her chthonian universe -- -was…

Moist.

No ... more like ... wet.

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

She had eased into position on my nozzle by the military force of soberness and the lubrication from the viscuous goo of her humid depths. When she moved, her ass made squishy audio and when she sat harder, it felt like she was compressing her"ass dew"into my nervus facialis skin. I wondered if it would clog my pores. 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 big fair sex were sitting on their faces and rubbing ass-wetness into their pores.

It was so different. tore who had simply been flash with near-dryness.

As Lori she slowly ground it into me, I felt some of her moisture beginning to beseech up into my nostril. I knew that once it was there, the feeling of her feminine rear-end would be with me for hours. Every time I breathed, I would sense Lori 's ass.

Eventually she rose and she turned around and brought her side stopping point to mine. I had no idea what she was doing until she said,"Ah, very thoroughly ! You 're beginning to smell just like you should !"

She sat for a little more than 45 hour and when we parted, I ran base 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 senses returned, I remember my mind crying out that I would never do it again ! It had been too very much. A full woman was just too … too … womanly ; too muscular ; 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 insect to a wanderer 's web. And, two second later, her circle, womanly ass was parked right on my human face. And once again, she covered my nerve in her wet stench and I lay still and absorbed it all. Her look stayed with me for hours and when I was alone, I inhaled her butt-smell and masturbated several times.

I spent the summertime constantly under her womanly bottom. I felt well-heeled with her and not self-aware and I suppose that was because she did n't go to our school and could n't order anyone. We did it at least three-dozen times. She was always willing ; I was beyond help.

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

Although I was overjoyed with her takings, it created an instant and worrisome dilemma

What was I suppose to do ? Would I have to choose ? Would Tori discover out that her female parent was sitting on my face ? Would that bring insufferable ridicule at shoal ?

Of course of study, I would be glad to see her and eager to be under tore 's bum. At the same time, her female parent had sat on my face every meter I wanted all summer long. And yes, it was nasty but … well … I had come to desire 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 form of a"big musician"; a Romeo. Yeah me, the shy boy with no visible friends. And now, I seemed to have become quite the cavalier ; juggling two girls !

The trouble was, I had no estimation what I had gotten myself into.

My body shuttered. My head shook.

What in the hell was I going to do ?