She was light in weight yet she occupied me entirely. The universe became Tori’s ass. Nothing 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 face through those sexy thin panties.
I lay motionless. Sometimes she talked. I don’t know about what. Sometimes she moved and I felt those movements 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, 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 room rush to my heated face. I felt dizzy, not from her weight but from sheer sensual overload. A high school girl had just sat on my face! A dream 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 face 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 face had been in her butt. Had I become too strange now? Maybe just a laughable buttface?
Those fears yielded with her friendly “Hi!” a couple of days later and a whispered question, “Do you want me to sit on your face again?”
I couldn’t muster a response but her hand pulled mine and I followed like a hapless lap-puppy. I watched that cute gymnast butt wiggle and jiggle as she walked ahead of me and that made me ever-so eager to lay down. Again it was a high heaven, that second time when she again sat on my face.
But something within me felt bothered and I soon realized what it was. Having Tori Rollins sit on my face was more excitement than I had ever dreamed. It was my entire world. Yet for her, it just seemed like nothing more than a casual and curious amusement. It wasn’t at all fair 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 school. When I joined her in her bedroom, she was on her cell phone. She put her finger before her lips to silence 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 didn’t protest because I didn’t have that right. Well, okay yes, because I also didn’t have 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 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 look 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 thin, thigh-length skirt and she didn’t push it up to sit. She just sat on my face with her skirt like it would be if she was sitting at her desk at school. Every time she spoke to her friend, the vibrations from the core of her body resonated through my skull.
It was so different because in all of her prior facesittings, she had been in a reverse position, but this time, she was facing away from me with her feet on the floor. It wasn’t my favorite position, but it left my mouth uncovered and I was able to breathe without her ever having to get up.
I lay still with silent reverence, not wanting to disturb her because I didn’t want her to stop. She seemed inattentive although there was an occasional roll of her butt over my face as she changed leg positions. It was different, but my face was in her butt and I was exceedingly grateful.
Another memorable time came when she had invited me over but when I arrived, she wasn’t there. Instead, her mother directed me to a storage shed in back where Tori was rummaging through old chests to find a costume for an Easter party. “Come on, help me find it!” she ordered.
I was on my knees 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 face and I gained a greater understanding of the importance of kissing a girls’ asses. I didn’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. Don’t worry. We’ll do it here. Lay down.”
We were in the shed! It wasn’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 argue and I was soon on my back on the dusty floor.
She pulled her shorts off and revealed thin bikini panties with quarter-sized black polka dots. She squatted over me and then sat on my chest. She moved back slowly and with familiar expertise, Tori Rollins sat on my face—again! Mmmmmm. Yes, THE Tori Rollins!
She sat for a longer time than usual and she smelled soooooo good. After a solid butt-grinding, my face had a beautiful perfume that would come in “handy” later that night.
Another memorable time came just after midnight in the month of May. She had come home from a date and asked me to come over. Despite my jealousy, 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 strange, her talking about one guy while sitting on the face of another. When I compared my place with her to that other guy, I was warmed with the belief that my place with Tori was much better.
Suddenly, there was a knock on her door. She jumped and straightened her clothes. She opened the door.
“Tori, it’s late—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 mother’s head tilted. So did my nerves. 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.
Tori 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 bare-assed. Mmmmmm.
The first time her bare butt met my face, I became aware of its tackiness. Like, it was dry but with some kind of thin adhesive that sealed her rectal skin to that of my face. Anytime she lifted, it felt like a light prying-apart before we were truly separated. The smell of her bare ass was a little stronger—like espresso is to coffee—but oh how I loved it.
As the school year was winding down, I received the bad news.