This is a story about butt-style facesitting and a male who craved it for years. Sometimes, the things we want most come 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 younker. I was too afraid of girls to approach them and the intellection of asking one out sent shivers 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 kind of girl seemed predictably small while the puddle for face-slappers much larger.

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

I still feel that way.

My misgiving eased somewhat after we moved to a house side by side 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 grin and"hello"over the fence but I was ineffectual to make eye contact for fear she would see my deficiency, insecurities, and rampant bottom lust.

Eventually, I was able to converse a little 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 vacancies in her calendar.

There were never emptiness in her closely denim or shorts however and she filled those to eye-popping magnificence. I mean, I might not have been the sharpest kid in school, but I sure as hell could assure if it was headway or seat on that coin in her rear pocket.

I must secernate you about the time she was laying on her tum on her bed, popping bubble gum, with an give book on her pillow. She was wearing a very thin and short jean skirt. Seeing a girlfriend 's pantie was always some kind of John Major triumph to me, but this metre I did n't. What I did see was her dame clinging to the elevations of her rear-end before dipping into the canon between and expressing the glory of just how bout and scrumptious that cunning short ass was.

I was n't into anal sex. That seemed aweless and, after all, miss were goddesses. They should n't be defiled that way and guys like me should not think about fucking goddesses. The rightful stead for a goddess was sitting on the commode of my boldness with my nozzle as the centrepiece of her preeminence.

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

Early on, tore wanted to know More about me. She asked if I ever had a girlfriend ? ( No. ) What was my female parent like ? ( decease a lot. ) Where was my dad ? ( No melodic theme. ) Why did I stare at girls'butts ? ( Because -- - time lag -- - what ? )

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

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

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

She laughed. `` Then what ? time lag. Maybe I can guess. Like 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 number 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 daughter say those give-and-take made my knees rickety. She was decently, but she was awry. Yes, I did need to buss Angela 's ass, but I would rather kiss toroid 's, or salutary yet, have tore sit on my face.

She brightened. `` That 's it ! It 's ok Bryan. I wo n't tell. There 's nix wrong with it. Anyway, a lot of girlfriend are n't into having their can kissed. Little weird. But, you might bear better destiny going for something more common, like ask her to sit on your expression. ``

I choked. Her words echoed through me ... `` sit on your face '' ... `` sit on your facial expression '' ... `` sit on your nerve ''. I could n't believe that a girl had actually said those words to me ! Listen, I do n't think you understand. Those four words … If I had died right there on the spot, my life would have seemed sodding.

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

Brain cells ricocheted in my head like shrapnel of twinkling stupor.

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

Was she kidding ?

"Lay down. '' She patted the centre of attention of her bed.

I was stunned, powerless, and soon noticing the spot of her bedroom roof. She was wearing a black chick cut a few inches above the knees. She knelt following to me with a coy smile.

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

She pulled her bird 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 eyes. Her gaze was unchanging ; her panties easygoing cotton, delicate yellow, and becoming thread-bare. Her back was a smooth-arch from her tailbone to her shoulder brand. Her lower back concaved to her spreading hips.

Although beautiful, the sight evoked good sense of peril. Her weight was bang-up than my face and could pin me without recourse. The dimensions of her hips and bottom were much bigger than my face.

asset, one had to call back : This was her foetid parting and it was about to be matched to my face. The baron 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 to a greater extent she lowered, the Sir Thomas More that inverted `` V '' between her spreading buttcheeks opened and I marveled at how perfectly designed girls'butt were to capture somebody 's olfactory organ.

When she was within an in … I mean, I do n't know why, but … without thought, my nostrils flared and I … I smelled her ! I know. That sounds deviant, but I am admitting a lot of thing here so I admit it. I sniffed toroid Rollins'keister. Now that some time has passed, I am proud to say it again : I sniffed Tori Rollins'cigaret ! Mmmmm.

Okay, so that was Wyrd but it excited me. It smelled alien and moldy and ethereal yet it also seemed tinged with some variety of sweet essence. It was vulgar yet heaven-scent. It might have been choke if not so intoxicating.

She continued to take down herself and her soft scanty began pressing against my look and her cigaret `` 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 experience the ring of her about private office pressed to the tip of my favorable horn in.

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

She was tripping in weight yet she occupied me entirely. The cosmos became Tori 's ass. Nothing else existed. All I could see and find was the exquisite softness of toroid Rollins'butt softly nestled and rolling on my face and I knew it was pressing her scent onto my grimace through those sexy tenuous pantie.

I lay motionless. Sometimes she talked. I do n't bed about what. Sometimes she moved and I felt those apparent movement through the springiness of her buttocks. I felt the heat 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 things which, of course of instruction, I didn't.

I wish I had Word to adequately express how much I loved it and how much I hated when it ended a 30 minutes later. When she got off of me, I felt the cooler air of the room charge to my heated font. I felt dizzy, not from her weight but from gauze-like sensual overburden. A high schooling girlfriend had just sat on my face ! A ambition had just come true !

I have no idea how I walked menage but I loved that toroid 's smell was in my senses. I told myself I would never wash my expression again. I masturbated over and over with that aroma in my nostril and the feel of her ass on my face still so vivid. There were many fancy that night and much handiwork to be done.

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

Those concern yielded with her friendly"Hi !"a couple of years later and a whispered interrogative sentence,"Do you want me to sit on your human face again ?"

I could n't muster a response but her helping hand pulled mine and I followed like a hapless lap-puppy. I watched that cute gymnast backside wiggle and joggle as she walked ahead of me and that made me ever-so eager to lay down. Again it was a high promised land, that s time when she again sat on my look.

But something within me felt bothered and I soon realized what it was. Having tore Rollins sit on my nerve was more turmoil than I had ever dreamed. It was my total man. Yet for her, it just seemed like zippo more than than a daily and curious entertainment. It was n't at all fair and it seemed immune to change.

I remember a night in late April when it was raining exterior and she had invited me over after schoolhouse. When I joined her in her bedroom, she was on her cell phone. She put her finger before her back talk to quieten me while she sat on her bed with her slender right wing leg over her left wing 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 protest because I did n't have that right. Well, okay yes, because I also did n't stimulate the spine.

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

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

She was wearing a slenderize, thigh-length skirt and she did n't fight 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 friend, the oscillation from the inwardness of her body resonated through my skull.

It was so different because in all of her prior facesittings, she had been in a turnabout position, but this time, 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 bring out and I was capable to suspire without her ever having to get up.

I lay still with silent reverence, not wanting to disturb her because I did n't want her to stop. She seemed neglectful although there was an occasional roll of her butt over my face as she changed leg stance. It was different, but my face was in her butt and I was exceedingly thankful.

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 storage shed in back where tore was rummaging through old bureau to receive a costume for an Easter company."Come on, help me find out it !"she ordered.

I was on my human knee and digging through things while she was standing and leaning over. At one point, she straightened and then turned away from me. Her rung butt was inches from my face and I gained a greater understanding of the importance of kissing a girls'asses. I did n't buss, 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 person 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 vertebral column on the dusty floor.

She pulled her shorts off and revealed slim down bikini panties with quarter-sized smutty polka point. She squatted over me and then sat on my chest. She moved back slowly and with familiar expertness, tore Rollins sat on my face -- -again ! Mmmmmm. Yes, THE toroid Rollins !

She sat for a longer time than usual and she smelled soooooo soundly. After a solid butt-grinding, my fount had a beautiful fragrance that would follow in"Handy"later that Nox.

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

Her cushy buttocks pressed to my buttock in her chamber 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 situation with her to that other guy, I was warmed with the belief that my shoes with tore was much better.

Suddenly, there was a bang on her door. She jumped and straightened her wearing apparel. She opened the door.

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

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

Her female parent 's capitulum tilted. So did my mettle. She said,"okey, but it 's clip for him to exit. ``

I wondered if she suspected ; if she knew. But then, how could she ? Besides, if she knew, she would feature 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 panties, and sometimes in the buff. Mmmmmm.

The first meter her bare butt end met my face, I became cognisant 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 unaccented prying-apart before we were truly separated. The sense of smell of her bare ass was a fiddling substantial -- -like espresso is to coffee—but oh how I loved it.

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

Tori was going to pass two months with her father in genus Arizona. She would leave behind June 13th, two twenty-four hours after the school class ended. But, what in the Scheol would I do ? I had become so snare on her facesitting me and … her olfaction. And I felt angry that while the news was devastating to me, it seemed to own little impact on her.

What a sap ! What a gull I was ! It was n't her faulting. I was the one who had become so mixed-up in her ass that I had ignored common sense and the probability that the day would come when her laughingstock 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 throw on to. Anything to shore up me up so I could come to some kind of a future without her. I thought one bannister might be Angela, but I could never approach a girl like her. perchance street girl. But hell, I did n't take in money for hookers.

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 mellow school little girl had actually sat on my expression ! No one could take that away !
2. I had smelled Tori Rollins'butt !

The day she left, I meandered without a programme. Eventually, I stumbled to the mall and that helped. There were girl and their cute nates became fodder for more than late-night handiwork which was seeming more and more to be the favored panacea for the sexually downtrodden.

A week later as I was returning from the vicinity gismo shop, I heard a vox. It was toroid 's mother standing with the screenland door give and a half-burnt cigarette in her hand.

Lori was a full woman. She had thickish thighs but not fat. A full trunk but not overweight. Her hair was very mulct, mostly brown, and tinged with silvery-gold fibril. Her face was squarish and while it was clearly that of a womanhood in her 40's, it retained sharp feature from her early days that evoked monitor of just how jolly she had once been.

She called me over and crushed the coffin nail. `` I know you miss Tori. Why do n't you derive in. We can talk about. I'm indisputable it will help."

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

She made small talk and told me that `` Tori has friends in Mesa. Making Friend has always been easy for her."She stood and ambled toward me. `` It 's squeamish she can do that. Not everyone can. Like … Like you. You do n't seem to, do you -- -make friends 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 early. ``

other ? 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 knees. Her smile was friendly."Silly boy. Of course I noticed."

"Those vacant centre. How you watch her."She was closely enough for me to smell out beer on her breather.

"The panty lines."

"Wh … what … ?"

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

I felt my headway going side-to-side with some unauthorised and piteous endeavour to refuse what she was saying.

"Great Commoner, 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 foremost ? What ?

"I 'm quite sure 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 commend my coherent pathway ever being more disorder.

"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 finger's breadth softly circled my boldness,"it 's not every day that I get to sit on such a moderately immature face."

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

"All summer, Great Commoner. As much as you like. You come over anytime and I will sit on your face."

I could n't … to many rationality … she was n't heights school … full phase of the moon woman 's raise … suffocate … not the Lapp … Tori finding out … I could n't …

But, she had said"all Summer ”. Sit on my face … all Summer. She was n't high schooltime … but … all Summer. 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 circle my cheek."come on ..."

She stood and her helping hand pulled mine and like a puppet with a wooden headspring, I followed to the brink of her bedroom and endangerment unknown. Within mo, I was on my vertebral column in a drape-drawn dim room. Her cap was unlike from Tori 's and it had a slow-whirring ceiling fan which I began wishing was an airplane propellor so it could chop me up and put an end to my acute intimate turmoil.

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

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

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

She was wearing a reduce, wrinkled, cotton fiber clothes that I think is known as a kitchen or household dress. It was dulled-white and had wide, faded blasphemous upright stripes and was loose-fitting. She pulled it up until it revealed ivory panties that I believe are called"fully backs"-- -something less than granny-panties, but something to a greater extent than bikini. She pulled them off and chuck out 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 wing there, bare and spreading right before my face. A full cleaning woman with a broad rear-end. She hovered before me and began to slowly descend. I lay helpless -- -helpless to my own fearfulness and lustfulness and discombobulation and need.

Then. ..

It touched my look. My dead body jerked. It began to fuse itself to me. Her easygoing impertinence settled in and nestled down and her ass became one with my case. I felt my nose deep in the very center and. ..

Damn !

It was. .. How do I say it ?

The depths of her cryptical"canyon"-- -where my nozzle was -- -that very mall of her chthonic universe -- -was…

Moist.

No ... more like ... wet.

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

She had eased into billet on my nose by the effect of gravity and the lubrication from the viscuous goo of her humid depth. 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 up my pores. I wondered if I would then get acne. I wondered if that was how those acned-ruddy faces at school day got that way -- -because fully adult cleaning woman were sitting on their faces and rubbing ass-wetness into their pores.

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

As Lori she slowly ground it into me, I felt some of her moisture beginning to press up into my anterior naris. I knew that once it was there, the olfactory modality of her womanly rear-end would be with me for hours. Every prison term I breathed, I would smell Lori 's ass.

Eventually she rose and she turned around and brought her font close to mine. I had no idea what she was doing until she said,"Ah, very expert ! You 're beginning to sense just like you should !"

She sat for a little more than 45 minutes and when we parted, I ran household with the exterior air hitting my wet human 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 point crying out that I would never do it again ! It had been too much. A full womanhood was just too … too … womanly ; too powerful ; 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 moment later, her round, womanly ass was parked right on my human face. And once again, she covered my look in her wet mephitis and I lay still and absorbed it all. Her odour 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 posterior. I felt comfortable with her and not self-conscious and I suppose that was because she did n't go to our school and could n't tell anyone. We did it at least three-dozen multiplication. She was always willing ; I was beyond service.

And that is why I did n't previse an coming problem until Lori said,"Well, Summer is winding down. Tori will be back soon. Are n't you glad to get word that ?"

Although I was overjoyed with her return, it created an inst and worrisome dilemma

What was I suppose to do ? Would I have to choose ? Would Tori receive out that her mother was sitting on my brass ? Would that bring unsufferable ridicule at schooltime ?

Of course, I would be glad to see her and bore to be under tore 's derriere. At the same time, her female parent had sat on my side every time I wanted all summertime long. And yes, it was cruddy but … well … I had come to want it.

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

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

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

My torso shuttered. My point shook.

What in the hell was I going to do ?