literary genre : ass worship, ass kissing, fondling, licking, stooge sniffing, facesitting and facefarting.


Woody Allen and I had several things in common which drew us into friendship early on in college. We were both from small towns and we fell somewhere between the labels of `` dweebish '' and `` geekish ''. fuddle in a footling `` nerdish '' and I think you get the estimation.

We were n't bad looking. Just skinny and socially awkward, especially when it came to girls. If one looked our way, we looked the other. Girls were like cryptical goddesses and we had no idea how to draw near them.

You might envisage the mood of one of us daring the other to peach to a middling missy and how the other would assemble himself and say he would do just that, as if some kind of magical bravado-dust had befallen him and his animation was about to shift forever. Of course of study, it never happened.

The most adhesive material bond of our friendship was our brotherhood in something so devilish and screen that we would not discuss it with anyone. We trusted our secret to each other while imagining just how evil and darkly wicked and depraved we were, far beyond any of those democratic scholar who just had no idea.

Ours was a dark missionary station with certain dangers should we ever be found out. We called it"The Allegiance"because we were sworn to secrecy and even more because our secret was so licentious. What was our mystical ? We wanted to pay fealty to girls'butts. Yes, we were that deviant. We were ass worshipers. Can you imagine the danger ? Imagine being discovered wanting to kneel behind female child and fondle their buttocks and kiss them and speak words of reverence and devotion.

The popular guys might decree the daylight, but we ruled the miscreant night. Only we were brave enough to pursue that great decadence. We were the pioneers, or at least, we would be some day. Then, how the others would clap !

And, we had an icon. We had full-sized, full phase of the moon colouration posters of Jessica Biel on each of our doors. She was the supreme goddess of The Allegiance. We bowed to her. We kissed her ass until the posters dissolved and then we got others. We pledged devotion to her sizeable rear-end and we promised that someday, we would start the first congregation of Biel and our people would all kneel and praise her ampleness and kiss it with reverence.

It seemed so wonderful. But, there was a trouble : How in the Hell would it ever encounter if we could n't even talk to girls ? How would we worship any miss 's rear-end if we were scared shitless of them ?

In Oct, there were two days in which I could n't bump Allen. Then, on the tierce, he showed up. He was unkempt and his optic were filled with excitement.

'' I. .. I. .. did it ! '' he exclaimed.

'' Did what ? ''

'' Boy Orator of the Platte, I did it. I actually did it ! ``

'' You talked to a girlfriend ? ''

'' No. 'IT'. I did 'it'. William Jennings Bryan, I kissed a fille 's ass ! ``

Suddenly, he was either my majuscule hero or my greatest prevaricator. He explained how he had gotten down behind a daughter and how she had an amazing laughingstock and how she had willingly let him fondle her ass-loveliness and osculate her buttocks. And, he had met with her twice and he thought he might be in making love -- -with her ass, of course.

I asked him how it had come about and he replied, `` Bryan, you have to come with me ! ``

'' With you ? Where ? ``

He described a club at 7th and Atherton but when I told him I had never seen anything but the Mustang Bar on that situation, he said it was in a basement, a private club with no signs.

'' You have to descend ! '' he insisted. `` Bryan, Eden is n't a million miles away. Heaven is right-hand here, at 7th and Atherton. You have to come. Keri wants to meet you. ``

'' Keri ? ``

'' Goth-girl. ``

'' You kissed a Goth-girl 's ass ? ``

'' No, she 's does memberships. She 's not a weed. ``

'' gage ? What the perdition. .. ? ``

'' A.J. Skunks. Name of the club. We 're going. Tonight ! ``

He drove. I listened. He spoke of `` going with the menstruation '' and being"open to new things ”. `` Willingness, Boy Orator of the Platte. Willingness. The willing shall inherit the physical body, or something like that."

He parked his older Toyota. I was shaking more from apprehension than the cold Nox. We went to the back of the Mustang and down a nail down set of concrete steps to a dark green room access.

Remember, Bryan. Willing. aegir. That is, if you want to be invited back. ''

He pushed a button and a feminine voice responded. Gracie Allen spoke two figure, two varsity letter, and two more numbers and the door opened. We entered what seemed to be a foyer. Although we heard party auditory sensation, we could not see through a room access ahead of us. A contract hallway was to our left while a rustic counter top to our right had a tall blond missy writing in a book. She smiled but did n't gravel to take care up. She said Keri would be with us soon. She was wearing a dim Gallic maidservant 's outfit with course meshing stockings. She was gorgeous and her branch were amazing.

Keri approached. She was about five-foot-two with orange-tinted auburn hair, a hoop through her lower lip, and tattoos in various seat. Gracie Allen introduced me and although she seemed friendly, she also seemed cautious.

'' If you 're Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen 's supporter, then I 'm sure enough we 'll be fine. If not, then you will get the fuck out of here and not number back. We have little tolerance for 'posers'. ``

She led us down the yearn hallway. She was wearing a floral peasant top with form-fitting khaki knickers. Her prat was very circle and, of path, I could n't aid but stare. Allen whispered, `` Do n't get any ideas. She 's bi. Not a prat girl. '' She led us to a room that was about ten feet by ten feet and dimly lit. Allen Stewart Konigsberg and I sat on the floor.

'' Allen says you are an ass worshiper, Bryan. Is that dead on target ? ``

I somehow said that I was and told her about kneeling daily behind Jessica Biel and how I reverently kissed Jessica Biel 's ass and spoke words of devotedness to it and, well, maybe that was a role player Jessica, but if I ever met her, then I would do it for real. You could bet on that.

'' Are you telling me that you would rather idolize a girl 's ass than fuck her ? ``

I did n't have a go at it what answer she wanted. I gave a shy nod.

'' You would rather kiss a girl 's ass than fuck her ? '' she asked again. I nodded. I shrugged.

She hit clitoris of her cell phone and an Asian girlfriend appeared wearing a similar French maid 's outfit except that her short mordant dress had two white-hot stripes down the core. Keri spoke softly to the girl who nodded and bowed and left. After an awkward muteness, there was a tap on the doorway followed by the most-stunning animate being I had ever seen ! She was brunette with dark optic, a sculptural face, and a small mouth with full lips painted quite red. Her eyelash were extended beneath iridescent greenish blue eye shadow.

'' This is Aria '' Keri announced. `` Turn and show them all sides, Aria. ``

As the girl slowly turned, she seemed to absorb our adoring optic. She was about five-foot-five and wearing a maid 's dress with a 1 E. B. White bar and her dress revealed her shapely thighs at the same floor as my communication channel of sight. She smiled as she slowly turned and then. .. her profile. .. her. .. her rear ! She was wearing soft and thin white bikini step-in that hugged her very round ass and when she was fully turned with her rear to me, I could opine every outline of her glorious glutious. I was in awe and filled with rear lecherousness. She continued to turn and the vision of her bottom began to move out of sight.

Keri asked, `` Now, if you are like Allen you would wish to fondle Aria 's ass, would n't you ? ``

My top dog bobbed more than I intended.

'' Aria, why do n't you dedicate Bryan a piddling show ? Give us a ninety. ``

Aria stepped toward me until she was standing no more than three feet from me as she began to slowly turn. Although I was new and healthy, I thought my heart would stop. She continued to turn until she was standing right before me. .. right field before me ! Her can. .. her can was. .. it was three feet directly in social movement of my grimace ! Never had a girl 's butt been so close ! I was breathless. She was a goddess. I was nothing Sir Thomas More than a butt-pauper.

Then, she did the something that will never, ever erase from my memory.

Aria put her hands on her hip, spread her feet as wide as her shoulders, and slowly, slowly began to flex at the waist. She continued to bend and her maid 's frock rose and her pantied derriere became more and more visible as did the lust within me.

She bent More until I suddenly knew what Keri had meant by the word of honor `` XC ''. Aria was bent over ninety degrees and her butt was practically in my boldness and I was practically out of my judgement. It was round. It was fully. It was heavenly. I was n't worthy. But then, who could be ?

'' You may caress, William Jennings Bryan. Just the left side. ``

I was paralyzed. Allen poked me. `` Do what you 're tell ! ``

I realized then that the convention of the game trumped everything. If I did n't do what was required, I would be kicked out. Although I had always craved feeling up a young lady 's ass, I was about to do it more from obedience than sheer stooge lust.

My hired man went to her lush left ass brass and I timidly squeezed it with my fingers. My integral torso shook. Ethan Allen whispered for me to actually find it up and break being so damned restive. I was n't highly strung. I was just in awe of the first girl-ass I had ever touched. My hired hand cupped her ass and electric jar went through me and the feel registered into the banks of my unnumbered memories.

Before I expected, Keri stopped my fondling of Aria 's ass. I was so aspirant she would let me kiss it. It was right there in front of my font, bent over and beautiful. She HAD to let me osculate it ! Even just one time ! Let my lips go where my hand had been.

'' Did you like that, Bryan ? '' Keri asked. My head was effusive with nods. Aria had straightened her posture, brushed her short dress into place, and stood facing us once again. `` Do you want more ? Thomas More might help you to fade the first test."

'' Test ? '' I managed to ask.

Allen whispered, `` Yeah Bryan. Remember. Be volition. ``

'' You want to a greater extent of Aria 's ass, do n't you ?"asked Keri."well, what you have so far is a tease. What comes next is a test. It may be easy for you. It may be difficult. Either way, it is necessity. If you pass, you may be permitted to amount here regularly and have all kinds of passably butts. You want that do n't you ? Are you cook ? ``

Since I had no melodic theme what the test was, I did n't eff if I was ready or not. I had become so bewildered in overwhelming lust for Aria 's ass that I would probably have tried anything. I nodded but she required me to speak so I forced myself to say `` Yes ''.

'' Very well then. Aria, impart him another ninety. ``

I watched and panted and the shapely brunette turned and her butt-profile came into scene and then. .. then, she was standing with her rear to me once again. I could see her ass in those thin panty under that brusque frilly maid 's dress. Then, she began bending. So did my inside. Her dress rose, her ass became visible, her step-in stretched, and soon she was standing with a wide-cut bendover, right in front of my face. I marveled. I nearly prayed. I was so in awe.

Keri came close. `` Just recollect how you could be with beautiful nates all the sentence. Ass goddesses. Imagine ! Since you said you are ready for the test, then make a motion your face closer. Yes, just like that. This is the test you must drop dead Bryan."She paused and leaned secretive."snuff her rear end ! ``

What ? What the infernal region ? Ass worship was fondling and kissing but it sure as hell had never including sniffing someone 's ass !

'' Bryan, do it ! '' Allen Stewart Konigsberg added. `` Do it ! Do n't sleep with up ! ``

'' Yes Boy Orator of the Platte, '' Keri said. `` Listen to your friend. He 's already done it and his rank is already being processed. You want to be a fellow member and have lots of ass like he will get, do n't you ? Now that you know how to get it, put your pry right there. .. `` she said while pointing to the very center of Aria 's stretched scanty. `` Right there and then smell her ! '' When nothing happened for a few seconds, she commanded, `` NOW Bryan ! If you know what 's safe for you, then sniff her bum ! NOW ! ``

Her program line was forceful and as a person, I am not, so it was more the lastingness of her voice that caused me to promote my aspect forward and my nozzle into Aria 's dark canyon and then. .. okay I admit it. .. I. .. I sniffed her butt.

It was atrocious ! My face twisted and my head yanked backward until two manpower stopped me.

'' hold smelling her ! '' Keri admonished while Allen agreed.

The manus pushed my head forward and I did n't resist and my nose went into the hind end of Aria 's panties and I sniffed her again and again. The odor was revolting but I figured if I did it this prison term and became a member, I would n't be required to do it again. I smelled her over and over and my expression wrenched. I mean, I was. .. I was sniffing a daughter. .. well, you know where. You know what she does there. And I had to smell it ? I thought I would lunge but I kept doing as I was told. It was NOT ass worship, but it was also not assignable so I kept sniffing until Keri told me to stop and the two hired man pulled my head back. Aria straightened herself and turned to face us. She seemed to get a bit of a live up to smile.

'' You did well, '' Keri praised. `` Do you know why it was significant for you to do that ? It 's because we get guys who say they are ass worshipers but all they want is to take a brace of biff then move on to trying to eff the missy. Nooooo, that is not an ass worshiper. We learned a long sentence ago that the one thing that TRUE ass worshipper have in common is smell. They all love it. So, if a guy is n't a dependable ass worshiper, we 'll find out soon enough. Those types all run out of here like wimpy little puppies with their tooshie between their legs. But the sniffers, yeah, that 's what we want. ``

Ass worship suddenly seemed bigger and more defined than I had ever imagined.

'' Although you did well, Great Commoner, you have n't passed the trial run. ``

What ? How could I not ingest passed ? I had sniffed Aria 's ass just like she told me to and for as long as she told me to.

'' There 's a 2d component part and it is as important. You see. .. `` she moved closer. `` You see. .. ass goddesses must bonk that you love their smell. If the smell is what separates ass worshipper from the residue then you must let her know that you love it. Ass goddesses are here to be adored. If you do n't adore their tone, then you are a poser and they have no use for you."

Gracie nudged me again. `` Listen. It 's important. ``

'' So Bryan, '' Keri said, `` you will whiff Aria 's hind end. You will sniff it and smell it fully and you will tell her that you are in passion with that olfactory property. Do you understand ? It does n't matter if you love it or not as long as you say actor's line that convince her. ``

Again, Aria turned her butt to me and she bent over just as before and I was staring at her extend hip and the shadowed crevice of her scanty and I knew what I had to do. Somehow, I knew it was right. I was beginning to infer that buttsniffing was indeed part of ass worship and either I adjusted to it I was n't a believer and I had to look for some other erotic pursuit, the candidate of which made me fearful. I knew they were properly. I had to put my nose in Aria 's ass and I had to not only smell out it and say I loved it, but I had to somehow, someday get myself to actually love it.

My read/write head went forward almost as if on its own and I buried my face in Aria 's cycle ass. I felt her butt brass against my boldness impudence. Her nerve were diffuse yet taut while mine felt flushed. Then. .. I. .. I smelled it. It was as if I was smelling it for the first and I suppose that is because I was smelling girl-ass on my own for the first base time. I had to thrust myself to keep my human face cubbyhole against her backside because the look was almost overpowering. I mean, it was. .. it was smelling her ... back `` there ''. .. you know. This time, no one was pushing my foreland. I was willingly smelling it. I sniffed again and winced but forced myself to keep my face right there. I sniffed again and again and I ca n't say that the Sir Thomas More I sniffed the leisurely it was, but I mademyself to do it anyway.

'' check ! '' Keri commanded. `` Now, search directly at her and say how lots you love her aroma. ``

I did as she commanded even though I had to lie. I did it by permutation. What I mean is that while I was saying how a lot I loved the sense of smell of her ass I was mentally substituting that I loved fondling her stern nerve. I told her I craved the smell of her ass while actually remembering the spirit of it cupped in my deal."Your ass smells like Heaven"-- - ( your fanny impudence are angelic and should be kissed 24/7 ) -- -- that variety of thing.

Keri was proud of but not fooled. Even so, she said it was okay. `` Anyone who would struggle with it that much but speak those Word of God anyway is dear enough to be considered. ``

Unlike Ethan Allen, I was required to detain for an hour and keep my nose in Aria 's rear-end, smelling her and telling her how much I loved it. When Gracie picked me up later he seemed please that I had grown in the appreciation of girl-ass and I had to harmonise because, for whatever ground, I had n't bothered to rid my nerve of her scent.

Allen gained a conditional membership in just four days. Mine took six. We were told that conditional rank lasted for eight weeks and at the end of that time, we needed to have achieved total membership or we would lose all membership altogether. Of course, we wanted to know how to gain good membership and that is why Allen Stewart Konigsberg scheduled a day for his second test and within hours, I scheduled my day.

With our conditional rank, we went to A.J. 's nd those humble rooms and the sess girlfriend with their shameful amah 's outfits with single white stripes came to us and we fondled and kissed and, of course because it was required, we butt sniffed a lot of girls and praised their smell. I was still faking part of that appreciation but I found myself perhaps accruing somewhat of an addiction.

Then, Keri met with Allen to indoctrinate him into broad membership. He came home dazed and mumbling and unable to excuse why.

My appointment was the side by side day with doubtfulness about whether I could do whatever was required. I was led to a room nearer the end of the long hallway.

Keri ushered a half-dozen girl into the room to brook before me while I was sitting on the floor. They were gorgeous and all dressed in skunk turnout except that they all bore two white stripes front and back. Keri told me I would choose the one fille who appealed to me most/ She had them turn around and do 1890s and that is when I thought I might have fallen in dear.

There was a girl near the end of the line with perfectly spread coxa and a utter rear-end with canyon shadow down the gist of her slim pantie. Although I had struggled to enjoy the feeling of girls'coffin nail, I had all I could do to keep from leaping forward and burying my nose in that lady friend 's ass and smelling it fully. She was THAT gorgeous. In a way, I think that might birth been the very first time that I ever truly worshiped a daughter 's ass because that is the number 1 prison term I truly wanted to smell it.

Keri had them straighten out and turn to face me again. Then she asked which I preferred but I was so in awe of the perfectly-reared, honey-blond girl that I could n't even speak. She looked to be about 20 with hazel eye that quickly took me captive.

Keri saw where I was looking and reacted, `` Then Shay it will be. The quietus of you are dismissed. ``

I suddenly realized something : Sniffing chaise 's can, or any girl, is the most intimate and personal way of experiencing a girl. She is permitting you to emit in her most-intimate and most-private property, giving you something that is extraordinarily personal. That alone is desirable of appreciation which includes adoration which equals ass worship. And, since I had learned that true ass worship did n't exist without buttsniffing and speaking words of love for a missy 's most private odour, then it meant to adore Shay, I needed to sniff her derriere and have it off it. I suppose my eyes were like that of a droopy and pleading pup dog.

I was so fix to smack her and when Keri had her turn around and ninety herself into position, my poke went eagerly to her ass and I truthfully worshiped her scent. It was reliable adoration ; pure and unmitigated. I sniffed and praised and smelled and adored. I became lost in the depths of Shay 's dark and mysterious wonderland. Buttsniffing had made no sense in the beginning but now, with this hazel-eyed young lady, it made all of the sense in the world and it was easygoing to narrate her how very much I loved her ass and her smell.

Shay was told to ill-treat away and stand-to. When she did, our eyes locked and hers seemed as if she accepted me. I mean, maybe she wanted me to be her swain. Maybe she loved my nose in her ass or maybe my over-wrought expressions of adoration.

Keri explained that to get a permanent membership, I still had to pass"the second run ”. She asked if I wanted More of shay and I said"Yes ! Yes !"and Keri emphasized, `` It 's all or nothing now, Bryan. Either you pass or you fail. If you fail, you 're out of here. You want to kiss chaise 's ass do n't you ? ``

My top dog cranked up and down like a bobble-head.

'' Then, recall, it 's now or never. Comprende'? ``

I had to have more of chaise. I had to kiss that girl 's ass. I wanted membership and I wanted to try out more git girls. I wanted to go a lawful ass worshiper.

Keri advised Shay to resume her ninety position and for me to once again start sniffing because `` It will get you skilful prepared for the mental test ''.

After several minutes, she told me to break but to save my fount in shay 's ass. I felt Keri 's typeface come close to my exit ear. `` Now Bryan, this is very special and maybe not easy. But it 's necessary if you want chaise 's ass and all of the joyfulness of A.J. 's. ``

With my face still in Shay 's butt, I nodded slightly.

'' Then, you keep your fount right there. No matter what, you keep your side right there. Now or never, buttface. read ? ``

I nodded again. I would do anyth -- --

What ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ?

I felt it. It could n't be ! Shay had pushed her butt back slightly and then she had. .. she had. .. Shay farted in my face ! She had just farted, right in my faceI I struggled. Then, I stopped. It was my destiny. I had to have her. I had to necessitate it.

'' Do it again, chaise ! '' Keri ordered and once again, air wafted through Shay 's scanty and spread over my aspect. This clip, it lasted much longer and the estrus of it warmed my skin while the thought of it wrenched my grit.

'' retain your cheek in her ass, Boy Orator of the Platte. Now or never ! You know that ! ``

Shay looked over her left shoulder joint and back at me. She had a coquettish smile and I felt her hips move and then. .. once again. .. she farted right in my face ! Unlike before, I did n't struggle. I accepted it. I surrendered to it. Why ?

The answer came as quickly as the question. I was looking into Shay 's eyes and she was looking into mine and that had made it very personal. Our eyes being shut up and her fart coming into my typeface was like some kind of deep, oceanic abyss communication ; like some intimate connection was happening between us.

With a small smile, she farted again, right in my face. I received it as a very personal and buck private gift and not one she would reach to just anyone. She was giving me something from her very inwardness and by inhaling her farts, I was consuming some intimate parting of her. I stopped all manner of underground and I smelled her. I earnestly and honestly smelled chaise 's flatus and took them in and knew that we were somehow bonding in strange but deep footing.

Keri was pleased and said it was better than how Allen had done and I felt proud. Odd to conceive about that ; feeling proud to be a fartface.

chaise tapped the position of my face and I again looked into her eyes and she farted and I kept looking while I fully breathed her in. And so it went for quite some time.

I think Keri noticed our budding relationship because she dismissed shay and brought in another girl who bent over and farted in my face while Keri challenged me to turn up that fart-smelling was n't just because of shay. I did the best I could but the new little girl 's fart were were deep and darker and nastier. And, she was n't Shay. Even so, I did actually set about to adjust because I realized that no thing who the little girl was, she was giving me something very special and personal and for that reason, I needed to love and appreciate and be grateful. And so I inhaled. I smelled the new lady friend 's farting completely.

Later, Keri brought chaise back so I could caress and osculate her backside face and she even let Shay sit on my nerve and breaking wind for ten arcminute. Then, she brought in the other daughter and had me do the same with her.

When I got home base, I was excited. I told Gracie how I had fallen in sexual love with Shay 's ass and then her breaking wind and how I had taken it from the second girl just the Same and how Keri believed I was enough of a reliable ass worshipper that she was forwarding my profile to the administrators for full membership.

Just as we received word that we would become full members, I asked Keri why facefarting was so important to A.J. dope 's. She reminded me about the word"olfactory modality"and how farts were convincing evidence of genuine ass worship, at least at A.J. sess 's.

"It 's not an accident that most of the girls here are dressed like Mary Jane. You put your faces in their behind and they spray you with their scent. See ? Skunk girls. '' And she explained the meaning of stripes. No stripes meant a girl was not into ass worship and was probably just a saluter or a go-fer. One stripe meant the fille was into ass worship via buttsniffing. And, two stripes was for facefarting girls. She said that"A.J."stood for the owner 's initials but appendage often thought of it as"Ass addict"which had led to the Creation of the term"dope Junkies ”.

On our night of membership induction, we were finally admitted into the big elbow room which had all of the interference and medicine and phone of a party. We were put on fecal matter in the centre of attention of what seemed to be a dancing base and the moderator, a lady who looked to be about 50, explained who we were and that we had become good mature penis and had been recommended by Keri and many of the shutout girls and we were not only buttsniffers but were also fartfaces.

Members clapped and cheered while we felt very proud. I noticed that a small blond cyprian and a fat old man missed the announcements because she was farting in his nerve and he was snorting like a pig. Okay, that was a little ugly but I felt smug because I was new to the panorama yet I could already snort breaking wind almost as soundly as him.

We were put on our dorsum on a phase and ten girls in double-stripe getup took turns breaking wind in our faces while members howled and the pig held the tart by the hips.

After that dark, we were teach ass kissing"in the way that it was intended."It was n't just kisisng a daughter 's butt cheeks but rather. .. actually. .. putting our mouths. .. you know. ... putting our mouths right on girls'bronze anchor ring and kissing. And then, not just kissing it but making out with it. Licking and deep-tonguing became our phase of intimate intercourse and I must say, we not only learned a lot but we had ass, ass, ass, ass, ass ! It was heaven, even though, in the offset, it had seemed like blaze. What I loved so lots was that I could go to the club and either go to the main room and kiss and smell girlfriend 's asses at random or I could take a girl to a back room and adoration her ass and smell her rosebud and osculate it adoringly. Or, I could have daughter sit on my cheek or serve me to uprise in loving girl-farts, or deep-tongue her or, as with Shay, all of the above.

And yes, Shay and I dated. I would n't say we necessarily became boyfriend/girlfriend, but we did in the sense that I fell in beloved with her ass and when we made out, I made out with her ring and when we had sex, it was with my clapper buried in her keister while she fingered herself to orgasm.

Allen also had a butt-girlfriend. She was a little thinner than most but he loved her ass. He had become a fart freak and that is why he wanted her to be his girlfriend. I mean, shay could fart like an angel but Elissa was the most prolific fart girl I had ever met.

Sometimes we would replicate day of the month and while I was fucking Shay in the ass with my lingua, Elissa was stinking the place up unbearably by farting all over Gracie Allen 's brass. Shay 's breaking wind were beautifully scented but sometimes overpowered by the residual aroma that Elissa expelled.

okeh, so I know that form of thing is n't for everyone, but it certainly is for us. There is a deep and carnal and sometimes wild-eyed intercourse between an ass goddess and those of us who worship them and it can not be replicated by any other form of affaire that I know. Worshiping a miss 's ass is to put her on the highest pedestal and what girl does n't love that ?

And so, The Allegiance continues as does our need to sneak through the dark of Nox to A.J. Skunk 's to rent in our strange and decadent act of worshiping ass the way it was intended. There is so much more than to tell. Perhaps, another clip, but soon.

So far, we have not convinced Jessica Biel to sit on the potty of our faces or to let us kneel and reverently kiss her bronze ring, but we do have new bill so, as for now, those will consume to do. If you happen to know her, please own her get in touch modality with us. life history is hell when the goddess you worship is only made of newspaper and is Scotch malt whiskey taped to the back of your door .