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

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I was n't convinced in my youth. I was too afraid of fille to approach them and the thought of asking one out sent shiver through me. Besides, what goodness 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 sort of miss seemed predictably humble while the pool for face-slappers much larger.

Girls were corresponding goddesses. They were gorgeous and complicated and orphic and -- - gawd -- - how I wanted to fall to my knees and idolise them -- -I mean, just totally and completely worship them.

I still feel that way.

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

She greeted me one day with a smile and"hullo"over the fence but I was unable to create eye impinging for care she would see my inadequacies, insecurities, and rampant butt lust.

Eventually, I was able to discourse a short but only because she did to the highest degree of the talking. I am not suggesting that we became chums because we did n't. I understood that I was just a backup man when she had void in her calendar.

There were never vacancies in her tight jeans or trunks however and she filled those to eye-popping grandeur. I mean, I might not have been the sharpest kid in school, but I sure as inferno could tell if it was heads or tails on that coin in her rear pocket.

I must tell you about the time she was laying on her pot on her bed, popping bubble gum, with an open playscript on her pillow. She was wearing a very thin and short denim dame. Seeing a girlfriend 's step-in was always some kind of John Roy Major victory to me, but this time I did n't. What I did see was her bird clinging to the pinnacle of her rear-end before dipping into the canon between and expressing the glory of just how bout and scrumptious that precious little ass was.

I was n't into anal sex. That seemed disrespectful and, after all, girls were goddesses. They should n't be defiled that way and guy rope like me should not believe about fucking goddesses. The rightful berth for a goddess was sitting on the throne of my face with my nozzle as the centerpiece of her distinction.

It is n't for everyone, but early buttfaces understand. We know that the closest compeer we could desire for is that our faces would be considered, not be, but at least near enough to be pressed into their stave fag.

Early on, torus wanted to get laid Thomas More about me. She asked if I ever had a lady friend ? ( No. ) What was my mother like ? ( conk a lot. ) Where was my dad ? ( No idea. ) Why did I stare at fille'butts ? ( Because -- - postponement -- - what ? )

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

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

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

She laughed. `` Then what ? Wait. Maybe I can venture. Like Scomberomorus sierra says, 'Whatever it is that guys 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 lips."You want to kiss it, do n't you ? That 's it ! You want to osculate Angela 's ass ! ''

I could n't serve because just hearing a girl say those Good Book made my stifle weak. She was right, but she was wrong. Yes, I did want 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 state. There 's nil wrong with it. Anyway, a lot of girls are n't into having their keister kissed. Little eldritch. But, you might have better luck going for something more common, like ask her to sit on your face. ``

I choked. Her language echoed through me ... `` sit on your face '' ... `` sit on your face '' ... `` sit on your brass ''. I could n't consider that a female child had actually said those countersign to me ! Listen, I do n't retrieve you understand. Those four words … If I had died right there on the place, my life would own seemed complete.

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

Brain cells ricocheted in my head like shrapnel of split second 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 sleeping room ceiling. She was wearing a blackamoor bird cut a few in above the knees. She knelt future to me with a coy smile.

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

She pulled her skirt 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 regard was stable ; her panty soft cotton fiber, soft yellow, and becoming thread-bare. Her binding was a smooth-arch from her tailbone to her shoulder leaf blade. Her lower berth back concaved to her spreading hips.

Although beautiful, the mountain evoked sentiency of peril. Her weight unit was greater than my typeface and could pin me without recourse. The attribute of her coxa and derriere were much bigger than my face.

Plus, one had to retrieve : This was her fetid component and it was about to be matched to my boldness. The top executive little girl held, if fully released, could devastate a person. Yet, those very fears compounded my desire as well as my paralysis.

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

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

O.K., so that was weird but it excited me. It smelled outlander and frowsty and ethereal yet it also seemed tinged with some form of odorous aroma. It was earthy yet heaven-scent. It might let been defile if not so intoxicating.

She continued to turn down herself and her soft pantie began pressing against my cheek and her butt `` cushed '' down onto me. I felt that unfold"V"accept my nose and I remember marveling at how perfectly we fit together. I could even feel the ring of her most private place pressed to the tip of my favorable nose.

I could n't believe it. A senior high school schoolhouse female child was actually sitting on my face ! It so overwhelmed me that I felt my effectiveness evaporate like cobweb ghosts through a self-coloured wall.

She was light in weight yet she occupied me entirely. The population became toroid 's ass. cipher else existed. All I could see and experience was the exquisite fogginess of Tori Rollins'butt softly nestled and rolling on my face and I knew it was pressing her olfactory property onto my facial expression through those sexy thin panty.

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 oestrus of her anus on the nubbin of my nostrils. She lifted to reach me air, then sat right back down as if I had no say in matter which, of class, I didn't.

I wish I had speech to adequately express how a good deal I loved it and how practically I hated when it ended a half-hour later. When she got off of me, I felt the cooler air of the elbow room kick to my heated face. I felt dizzy, not from her weight but from rank carnal overload. A heights school day girl had just sat on my face ! A dreaming had just come true !

I have no idea how I walked home but I loved that Tori 's smell was in my senses. I told myself I would never wash my cheek again. I masturbated over and over with that odor in my nostril and the flavor of her ass on my face still so graphic. There were many fantasies that night and much handicraft to be done.

I wondered if it would be severely to see Tori again, I mean, my face had been in her hindquarters. Had I become too strange now ? Maybe just a derisory buttface ?

Those care yielded with her friendly"Hi !"a couple of days later and a whispered question,"Do you desire me to sit on your face again ?"

I could n't muster a response but her manus pulled mine and I followed like a pitiful lap-puppy. I watched that cute gymnast buns squirm and joggle as she walked ahead of me and that made me ever-so eager to lay down. Again it was a heights heaven, that indorsement time 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 excitement than I had ever dreamed. It was my total Earth. Yet for her, it just seemed like nothing to a greater extent than a casual and funny entertainment. It was n't at all reasonable and it seemed immune to change.

I remember a night in late April when it was raining external and she had invited me over after school. When I joined her in her bedroom, she was on her jail cell earphone. She put her finger before her lips to hush up me while she sat on her bed with her slender rightfield leg over her left human knee while her toes dangled a brown leather sandal.

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

She seemed to smell out my quandary. She stood and pointed to the bed and traced her finger through the air as if to say me to lay on the bed with my foreland at the bound, right where she had been sitting.

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

She was wearing a slim down, thigh-length chick and she did n't promote 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 day. Every sentence she spoke to her Quaker, the trembling from the core of her body resonated through my skull.

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

I lay still with dumb reverence, not wanting to upset her because I did n't require her to break. She seemed inattentive although there was an occasional roll of her butt over my brass as she changed leg positions. It was different, but my face was in her hindquarters and I was exceedingly grateful.

Another memorable time came when she had invited me over but when I arrived, she was n't there. Instead, her mother directed me to a reposition shed in back where torus was rummaging through old bureau to find a costume for an easter party."semen on, help me feel it !"she ordered.

I was on my stifle and digging through things while she was standing and leaning over. At one point, she straightened and then turned away from me. Her one shot butt was column inch from my look and I gained a greater apprehension of the importance of kissing a girls'roll in the hay. I did n't kiss, but at least I understood.

She squealed as she pulled a four-foot, regal, 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 indicate and I was soon on my back on the dust-covered floor.

She pulled her drawers off and revealed flimsy bikini step-in with quarter-sized pitch-black polka point. She squatted over me and then sat on my dresser. She moved back slowly and with associate expertness, Tori Rollins sat on my grimace -- -again ! Mmmmmm. Yes, THE torus Rollins !

She sat for a thirster time than usual and she smelled soooooo good. After a solid butt-grinding, my typeface had a beautiful aroma that would come in"William Christopher Handy"later that dark.

Another memorable clip came just after midnight in the month of May. She had come menage from a engagement 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 can pressed to my impertinence in her sleeping accommodation which was nearly dark. She talked on her cell to a girlfriend. It was strange, her talking about one guy while sitting on the face of another. When I compared my property with her to that other guy, I was warmed with the belief that my place with toroid was much best.

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

'' Tori, it 's previous -- -Bryan, what are you doing here ? ``

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

Her mother 's head tilted. So did my nervousness. She said,"Okay, 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 meter before the end of the schooltime year. Sometimes she was fully dressed, sometimes in panties, and sometimes bare-assed. Mmmmmm.

The first time her bare posterior met my face, I became aware of its tackiness. Like, it was dry but with some kind of thin adhesive material that sealed her rectal skin to that of my face. Anytime she lifted, it felt like a luminousness prying-apart before we were truly separated. The olfactory perception of her bare ass was a little unattackable -- -like espresso is to coffee—but oh how I loved it.

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

Tori was going to spend two months with her father in Arizona. She would pull up stakes June 13th, two days after the school year ended. But, what in the hell on earth would I do ? I had become so accost on her facesitting me and … her smell. And I felt angry that while the news was devastating to me, it seemed to suffer little encroachment on her.

What a sap ! What a sucker I was ! It was n't her shift. I was the one who had become so mislay in her ass that I had ignored plebeian sense and the probability that the day would come when her derriere would n't be in my expression. I was the one who had n't planned ahead.

And so, I began looking for handrails. Something to bind on to. Anything to prop up me up so I could fare to some kind of a future without her. I thought one handrail might be Angela, but I could never approach a girl like her. perchance floozie. But blaze, I did n't experience money for hookers.

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

1. A high school daughter had actually sat on my face ! No one could need that away !
2. I had smelled Tori Rollins'hind end !

The day she left, I meandered without a plan. Eventually, I stumbled to the shopping centre and that helped. There were girls and their cute butts became fodder for More late-night handcraft which was seeming to a greater extent and more to be the preferred panacea for the sexually downtrodden.

A week later as I was returning from the region convenience memory, I heard a spokesperson. It was toroid 's mother standing with the screen door open and a half-burnt cigarette in her hand.

Lori was a full woman. She had thickish thigh but not fat. A full torso but not heavy. Her fuzz was very finely, mostly brown, and tinged with silvery-gold strands. Her human face was squarish and while it was clearly that of a woman in her 40's, it retained needlelike features from her young that evoked reminder of just how jolly she had once been.

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

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

She made small talk and told me that `` torus has friends in Mesa. Making champion has always been sluttish 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 champion 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 ?

"Great Commoner. I 'm not stupid. I know about ‘ the other ’."

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

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

"The pantie lines."

"Wh … what … ?"

"step-in lines, Bryan."Her eyes studied mine."On your face."

I felt my heading going side-to-side with some unauthorized and wretched 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 kickoff ? What ?

"I 'm rather for sure she 's being doing it for quite some time."She sipped some beer and then with storm emotionlessness added,"Like mother ; like daughter."

I could n't call up my logical pathways ever being more disjointed.

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

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

"All summer, Bryan. As much 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 womanhood 's tail … suffocate … not the same … tore finding out … I could n't …

But, she had said"all Summer ”. Sit on my font … all summer. She was n't high gear schoolhouse … but … all Summer. She was a total grown woman, but she had said … sit on my font … 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 impertinence."Come on ..."

She stood and her helping hand pulled mine and like a puppet with a wooden head, I followed to the doorsill of her bedroom and perils unidentified. Within minutes, I was on my book binding in a drape-drawn dim way. Her ceiling was different from Tori 's and it had a slow-whirring roof fan which I began wishing was an airplane propellor so it could chop me up and put an end to my intense inner turmoil.

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

Except for that fan, the elbow room was quiet. I felt the mattress motility and without looking, I knew Lori was approaching. My school principal screamed to run like Hades but my body lay deaf.

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

She was wearing a thin, wrinkled, cotton plant garb that I think is known as a kitchen or household frock. It was dulled-white and had all-inclusive, faded gamey vertical stripes and was loose-fitting. She pulled it up until it revealed whitish panties that I believe are called"full vertebral column"-- -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 bigger than toroid 's. A wax woman 's ass. Right there, bare and spreading right before my face. A wide woman with a full rear-end. She hovered before me and began to slowly descend. I lay helpless -- -helpless to my own fear and lust and confusion and need.

Then. ..

It touched my look. My body jerked. It began to fuse itself to me. Her soft face settled in and nestled down and her ass became one with my face. I felt my nose cryptic in the very center and. ..

Damn !

It was. .. How do I say it ?

The profoundness of her thick"canyon"-- -where my nose was -- -that very center of her chthonic universe of discourse -- -was…

Moist.

No ... more like ... wet.

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

She had eased into locating on my nose by the forces of gravity and the lubrication from the viscuous goo of her humid profoundness. When she moved, her ass made spongy 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 pore. 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 adult women were sitting on their faces and rubbing ass-wetness into their pores.

It was so dissimilar. tore who had simply been meretricious with near-dryness.

As Lori she slowly primer it into me, I felt some of her moisture beginning to weigh up into my nostrils. I knew that once it was there, the smell of her womanly 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 cheek close to mine. I had no idea what she was doing until she said,"Ah, very good ! You 're beginning to smell just like you should !"

She sat for a little Sir Thomas More than 45 minutes and when we parted, I ran base with the out-of-door 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 pass crying out that I would never do it again ! It had been too much. A full woman was just too … too … womanly ; too powerful ; too … well … ass wet. No, no, no ! I would never do it again !

Yet, two sidereal day later, I was knocking on Lori 's door. She smiled and invited me in, much like an insect to a spider 's web. And, two bit later, her bout, womanly ass was parked right on my grimace. And once again, she covered my look in her wet mephitis and I lay still and absorbed it all. Her olfactory perception stayed with me for hr and when I was alone, I inhaled her butt-smell and masturbated several times.

I spent the summer constantly under her feminine bottom. I felt comfortable with her and not self-aware and I suppose that was because she did n't go to our shoal and could n't tell anyone. We did it at least three-dozen meter. She was always willing ; I was beyond helper.

And that is why I did n't foreknow an approaching problem until Lori said,"well, summer is winding down. Tori will be back soon. Are n't you glad to find out that ?"

Although I was overjoyed with her tax return, it created an crying and perturbing quandary

What was I suppose to do ? Would I have to take ? Would Tori find out out that her mother was sitting on my face ? Would that bring insufferable ridicule at schooltime ?

Of course, I would be glad to see her and eager to be under torus 's nates. At the same prison term, her mother had sat on my expression every time I wanted all summertime long. And yes, it was nasty but … well … I had come to require it.

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

I laughed with the estimate that I had suddenly become some kind of a"big musician"; a Romeo. Yeah me, the shy boy with no visible Friend. And now, I seemed to take in become quite the cavalier ; juggling two girlfriend !

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

My body shuttered. My head shook.

What in the the pits was I going to do ?