This is a news report about butt-style facesitting and a male who craved it for old age. Sometimes, the thing we want most arrive with problem 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 confident in my juvenility. I was too afraid of girls to approach them and the sentiment 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 human face in her ass ? The dating pool for that variety of girl seemed predictably small while the pool for face-slappers lots prominent.

Girls were alike goddesses. They were gorgeous and complicated and mysterious and -- - gawd -- - how I wanted to fall to my knees and idolize them -- -I mean value, just totally and completely idolise them.

I still feel that way.

My discernment eased somewhat after we moved to a household next to Tori and I began to see her in her home environment. She seemed more … pattern than the socialite I saw in school.

She greeted me one day with a grinning and"hullo"over the fence but I was ineffective to make eye contact for fear she would see my inadequacies, insecurities, and rampant butt lecherousness.

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

There were never vacancies in her mingy jeans or shorts however and she filled those to fulgurous brilliance. I mean, I might not have got been the shrewd kid in school day, but I sure as hell could tell if it was heads or tail coat 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 open script on her pillow. She was wearing a very thin and short denim skirt. Seeing a daughter 's panties was always some kind of major triumph to me, but this metre I did n't. What I did see was her wench clinging to the meridian of her rear-end before dipping into the canyon between and expressing the glory of just how turn and scrumptious that cunning lilliputian ass was.

I was n't into anal sex. That seemed disrespectful and, after all, female child were goddesses. They should n't be defiled that way and hombre like me should not reckon about fucking goddesses. The rightful position for a goddess was sitting on the crapper of my grimace with my nozzle as the centerpiece of her note.

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

Early on, toroid wanted to experience Thomas More about me. She asked if I ever had a girl ? ( No. ) What was my mother like ? ( Gone a lot. ) Where was my dad ? ( No idea. ) Why did I stare at girlfriend'behind ? ( Because -- - wait -- - what ? )

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

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

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

She laughed. `` Then what ? delay. Maybe I can judge. Like Sierra says, 'Whatever it is that guys like, they either want to snog it, eat it, or fuck it -- -or all three'. So, if you are n't into anal retentive 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 kiss Angela 's ass ! ''

I could n't answer because just hearing a girl say those words made my knees decrepit. She was right, but she was wrong. Yes, I did need to snog Angela 's ass, but I would rather kiss toroid 's, or expert yet, have tore sit on my face.

She brightened. `` That 's it ! It 's okay Great Commoner. I wo n't recount. There 's zilch incorrect with it. Anyway, a lot of female child are n't into having their can kissed. Little uncanny. But, you might ingest undecomposed luck going for something more common, like ask her to sit on your brass. ``

I choked. Her words echoed through me ... `` sit on your expression '' ... `` sit on your face '' ... `` sit on your aspect ''. I could n't believe that a girl had actually said those words to me ! Listen, I do n't remember you understand. Those four language … If I had died right there on the fleck, my life would birth seemed over.

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

Brain 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 centerfield of her bed.

I was stunned, powerless, and soon noticing the speckles of her bedroom ceiling. She was wearing a black skirt cut a few inches above the knees. She knelt adjacent to me with a coy smile.

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

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 shoulder and into my eye. Her gaze was stable ; her scanty easy cotton, soft yellow, and becoming thread-bare. Her spine was a smooth-arch from her tailbone to her shoulder blades. Her lowly back concaved to her spreading coxa.

Although beautiful, the sight evoked senses of jeopardy. Her weight was greater than my case and could pin me without resort. The dimensions of her pelvis and butt were much self-aggrandizing than my expression.

addition, one had to remember : This was her noisome section and it was about to be matched to my look. The king daughter held, if fully released, could desolate a mortal. Yet, those very fear 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 young lady'fanny were to get someone 's nose.

When she was within an column inch … I mean, I do n't jazz why, but … without thought process, my nostrils 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 time has passed, I am proud to say it again : I sniffed toroid Rollins'butt ! Mmmmm.

okeh, so that was uncanny but it excited me. It smelled outlander and frowsty and ethereal yet it also seemed tinged with some variety of cherubic essence. It was vulgar yet heaven-scent. It might have been foul if not so intoxicating.

She continued to lower herself and her indulgent panties began pressing against my face and her butt `` cushed '' down onto me. I felt that open"V"accept my nose and I remember marveling at how perfectly we fit together. I could even find the hoop of her most private place pressed to the tip of my favourable intrude.

I could n't trust it. A gamey shoal girl was actually sitting on my face ! It so overwhelmed me that I felt my strength evaporate like gossamer touch through a whole wall.

She was light in free weight yet she occupied me entirely. The cosmos became Tori 's ass. null else existed. All I could see and palpate was the dainty unmanliness of Tori Rollins'butt softly nestled and rolling on my face and I knew it was pressing her smell onto my font through those sexy thin out panty.

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

I wish I had Bible to adequately express how lots 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 room hurry to my het up face. I felt dizzy, not from her weight but from sheer sensual overload. A high school girl had just sat on my face ! A aspiration had just come lawful !

I have no idea how I walked home but I loved that toroid 's smell was in my senses. I told myself I would never wash my face again. I masturbated over and over with that fragrance in my nostrils and the smell of her ass on my face still so brilliant. There were many fantasies that Nox and a lot handiwork to be done.

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

Those fearfulness yielded with her well-disposed"Hi !"a mates of days later and a whispered question,"Do you want me to sit on your font again ?"

I could n't muster a response but her mitt pulled mine and I followed like a poor lap-puppy. I watched that cute gymnast butt wiggle and jiggle as she walked ahead of me and that made me ever-so bore to lay down. Again it was a mellow heaven, that moment time when she again sat on my brass.

But something within me felt bothered and I soon realized what it was. Having Tori Rollins sit on my nerve was more turmoil than I had ever dreamed. It was my integral public. Yet for her, it just seemed like nix more than a effortless and curious amusement. It was n't at all fair and it seemed immune to change.

I remember a night in later April when it was raining extraneous and she had invited me over after school. When I joined her in her bedroom, she was on her cell phone. She put her finger before her lips to still me while she sat on her bed with her slender right leg over her left 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 time with her. I did n't dissent because I did n't have that right hand. Well, okay yes, because I also did n't accept the spine.

She seemed to sense 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 sharpness, right wing where she had been sitting.

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

She was wearing a thin, thigh-length dame and she did n't push it up to sit. She just sat on my boldness with her chick like it would be if she was sitting at her desk at school. Every prison term she spoke to her friend, the trembling from the core of her trunk resonated through my skull.

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

I lay still with silent reverence, not wanting to touch her because I did n't want her to turn back. She seemed neglectful although there was an occasional roll of her butt over my brass as she changed leg stead. It was different, but my face was in her hindquarters and I was exceedingly grateful.

Another memorable metre 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 chest of drawers to retrieve a costume for an Easter company."Come on, aid me find it !"she ordered.

I was on my knee and digging through things while she was standing and leaning over. At one point, she straightened and then turned away from me. Her round butt was inches from my grimace and I gained a greater apprehension of the grandness of kissing a young woman'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 care. 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 windowpane ? What if her mother came out ? However, I was too often of a buttface WIMP to argue and I was soon on my back on the dusty floor.

She pulled her short off and revealed thin out bikini panties with quarter-sized sinister polka dots. She squatted over me and then sat on my bureau. She moved back slowly and with comrade expertness, tore Rollins sat on my face -- -again ! Mmmmmm. Yes, THE toroid Rollins !

She sat for a foresightful time than common and she smelled soooooo thoroughly. After a solid butt-grinding, my side had a beautiful perfume that would make out in"handy"later that night.

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

Her soft buttocks pressed to my impudence in her bedroom 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 piazza with her to that early guy, I was warmed with the belief that my stead with toroid was much secure.

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

'' tore, it 's late -- -Bryan, what are you doing here ? ``

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

Her female parent 's head tilted. So did my nerves. She said,"O.K., 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.

Tori sat on my boldness another two-dozen times before the end of the schoolhouse yr. Sometimes she was fully dressed, sometimes in step-in, and sometimes stark naked. Mmmmmm.

The first metre her bare butt met my side, I became aware of its tackiness. Like, it was dry but with some kind of fragile adhesive material that sealed her rectal cutis to that of my face. Anytime she lifted, it felt like a light prying-apart before we were truly separated. The feel of her bare ass was a petty stronger -- -like espresso is to coffee—but oh how I loved it.

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

toroid was going to spend two months with her Father of the Church in Arizona. She would go away June 13th, two days after the shoal year ended. But, what in the blaze would I do ? I had become so hooked on her facesitting me and … her olfactory property. And I felt angry that while the news was devastating to me, it seemed to have footling wallop on her.

What a sap ! What a chump I was ! It was n't her fault. I was the one who had become so bemused in her ass that I had ignored plebeian sentience and the probability that the day would amount when her rump would n't be in my boldness. I was the one who had n't planned ahead.

And so, I began looking for balusters. Something to harbour on to. Anything to shore me up so I could come to some kind of a future without her. I thought one handrail might be Angela, but I could never near a daughter like her. perchance hookers. But hell, I did n't have money for hookers.

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

1. A high school day girl had actually sat on my facial expression ! No one could postulate that away !
2. I had smelled Tori Rollins'prat !

The day she left, I meandered without a design. Eventually, I stumbled to the mall and that helped. There were little girl and their cute butts became fodder for Thomas More late-night handicraft which was seeming Sir Thomas More and More to be the preferred panacea for the sexually downtrodden.

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

Lori was a full phase of the moon cleaning lady. She had thickish thighs but not fat. A full body but not overweight. Her hair was very mulct, mostly brown, and tinged with silvery-gold chain. Her typeface was squarish and while it was clearly that of a char in her 40's, it retained sharp-worded lineament from her youth that evoked monitor of just how jolly she had once been.

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

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

She made small talk and told me that `` toroid has friends in mesa. Making booster 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 seem to, do you -- -make admirer easily ? I never see you with anyone. Was tore 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. ``

early ? What ?

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

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

"Those vacant eyes. How you watch her."She was airless enough for me to sense beer on her breath.

"The panty lines."

"Wh … what … ?"

"scanty lines, Bryan."Her eyes studied mine."On your face."

I felt my head going side-to-side with some unauthorized and miserable endeavor 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 low ? What ?

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

I could n't remember my logical pathways ever being more cark.

"William Jennings Bryan, if you admit it, then I can serve 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 untested face."

Was she sober ? Did she … but, she was a full cleaning woman … 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 woman 's nurture … suffocate … not the same … tore finding out … I could n't …

But, she had said"all Summer ”. Sit on my look … all summer. She was n't heights school … but … all Summer. She was a wide grown womanhood, but she had said … sit on my fount … 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."seed on ..."

She stood and her hand pulled mine and like a tool with a wooden psyche, I followed to the doorsill of her sleeping accommodation and perils unknown. Within minutes, I was on my rear in a drape-drawn dim way. Her ceiling was unlike from Tori 's and it had a slow-whirring ceiling fan which I began wishing was an plane propeller so it could hack me up and put an end to my intense inner excitement.

What had I gotten myself into ? Would I even pull round ?

Except for that fan, the room was quiet down. I felt the mattress motion and without looking, I knew Lori was approaching. My pass screamed to run like hell but my torso lay deaf.

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

She was wearing a thin, wrinkled, cotton plant wearing apparel that I think is known as a kitchen or household garb. It was dulled-white and had wide, faded blue vertical stripe and was loose-fitting. She pulled it up until it revealed pearl panty that I believe are called"full 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 torus 's. A full woman 's ass. right hand there, bare and spreading right before my face. A total woman with a wide-cut rear-end. She hovered before me and began to slowly deign. I lay helpless -- -helpless to my own fright and lustfulness and confusion and need.

Then. ..

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

tinker's dam !

It was. .. How do I say it ?

The depth of her deep"canyon"-- -where my nose was -- -that very center of her chthonic universe -- -was…

Moist.

No ... more like ... wet.

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

She had eased into position on my nose by the personnel of gravity and the lubrication from the viscuous goo of her humid profundity. 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 overload my stomate. I wondered if I would then get acne. I wondered if that was how those acned-ruddy faces at shoal got that way -- -because fully pornographic women were sitting on their faces and rubbing ass-wetness into their pores.

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

As Lori she slowly ground it into me, I felt some of her moisture beginning to adjure up into my nostrils. I knew that once it was there, the spirit of her womanly rear-end would be with me for hr. Every prison term I breathed, I would smell 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 more than 45 hour 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 senses returned, I remember my school principal crying out that I would never do it again ! It had been too practically. A broad woman was just too … too … womanly ; too potent ; too … well … ass wet. No, no, no ! I would never do it again !

Yet, two Day 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 round, womanly ass was parked right on my face. And once again, she covered my face in her wet stench and I lay still and absorbed it all. Her flavor stayed with me for hours and when I was alone, I inhaled her butt-smell and masturbated several times.

I spent the Summer constantly under her womanly hind end. I felt comfortable with her and not self-conscious and I suppose that was because she did n't go to our shoal and could n't recite 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 forestall an approach problem until Lori said,"wellspring, summertime is winding down. torus will be back soon. Are n't you glad to hear that ?"

Although I was overjoyed with her return, it created an instant and worrying dilemma

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

Of path, I would be glad to see her and eager to be under toroid 's laughingstock. At the same time, her mother had sat on my face every time 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 kind of a"big instrumentalist"; a Romeo. Yeah me, the shy boy with no visible friends. And now, I seemed to have become quite the chevalier ; juggling two female child !

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

My body shuttered. My capitulum shook.

What in the hell was I going to do ?