genre : ass adoration, ass kissing, fondling, licking, butt sniffing, facesitting and facefarting.


Allen and I had several affair in common which drew us into friendship early in college. We were both from small towns and we fell somewhere between the label of `` dweebish '' and `` geekish ''. Throw in a little `` nerdish '' and I think you get the theme.

We were n't bad looking. Just skinny and socially awkward, especially when it came to girl. If one looked our way, we looked the other. Girls were like mystifying goddesses and we had no approximation how to approach them.

You might conceive of the liquid body substance of one of us daring the early to talk to a fairly girl and how the former would pile up himself and say he would do just that, as if some form of charming bravado-dust had befallen him and his life-time was about to change forever. Of track, it never happened.

The most adhesive material alliance of our friendly relationship was our brotherhood in something so unholy and concealment that we would not hash out it with anyone. We trusted our mystery to each other while imagining just how iniquity and darkly wicked and depraved we were, far beyond any of those popular student who just had no idea.

Ours was a dark mission with sealed peril should we ever be found out. We called it"The dedication"because we were sworn to secrecy and even more because our enigma was so licentious. What was our secret ? We wanted to pay allegiance to young lady'butts. Yes, we were that degenerate. We were ass believer. Can you suppose the risk ? Imagine being discovered wanting to kneel behind young woman and caress their buttocks and osculate them and speak row of veneration and devotion.

The democratic guy rope might reign the daylight, but we ruled the miscreant Night. Only we were brave enough to quest for that capital degeneration. We were the pioneers, or at to the lowest degree, we would be some day. Then, how the others would applaud !

And, we had an ikon. We had full-sized, entire semblance posters of Jessica Biel on each of our doors. She was the supreme goddess of The dedication. We bowed to her. We kissed her ass until the notice 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 masses would all kneel and praise her ampleness and osculate it with reverence.

It seemed so tremendous. But, there was a problem : How in the pit would it ever pass 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 October, there were two day in which I could n't receive Allen. Then, on the third base, he showed up. He was unkempt and his eyes were filled with excitement.

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

'' Did what ? ''

'' Bryan, I did it. I actually did it ! ``

'' You talked to a girl ? ''

'' No. 'IT'. I did 'it'. Bryan, I kissed a girl 's ass ! ``

Suddenly, he was either my great hero or my greatest prevaricator. He explained how he had gotten down behind a girl and how she had an baffle butt and how she had willingly let him fondle her ass-loveliness and snog her buttocks. And, he had met with her twice and he thought he might be in love -- -with her ass, of course.

I asked him how it had come about and he replied, `` William Jennings Bryan, you have to amount 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 site, he said it was in a cellar, a private guild with no signs.

'' You have to amount ! '' he insisted. `` Great Commoner, paradise is n't a million miles away. Eden is justly here, at 7th and Atherton. You have to hail. Keri wants to meet you. ``

'' Keri ? ``

'' Goth-girl. ``

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

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

'' Skunk ? What the the pits. .. ? ``

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

He drove. I listened. He spoke of `` going with the flow '' and being"open to new things ”. `` Willingness, Bryan. Willingness. The willing shall inherit the flesh, or something like that."

He parked his older Toyota. I was shaking Sir Thomas More from dread than the dusty Night. We went to the back of the Mustang and down a narrow-minded set of concrete steps to a shadow fleeceable door.

Remember, Boy Orator of the Platte. Willing. eager. That is, if you want to be invited back. ''

He pushed a button and a feminine voice responded. Allen spoke two numbers game, two missive, and two More numbers and the room access opened. We entered what seemed to be a vestibule. Although we heard company strait, we could not see through a door ahead of us. A specialise hallway was to our left while a rustic rejoinder top to our right had a grandiloquent blond girl writing in a daybook. She smiled but did n't incommode to look up. She said Keri would be with us soon. She was wearing a black French maid 's outfit with course mesh stockings. She was gorgeous and her legs were amazing.

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

'' If you 're Allen 's acquaintance, then I 'm certainly we 'll be OK. If not, then you will get the screwing out of here and not come back. We have little margin for 'posers'. ``

She led us down the recollective hallway. She was wearing a floral barbarian top with form-fitting khaki pants. Her derriere was very rhythm and, of course, I could n't help but stare. Allen whispered, `` Do n't get any estimate. She 's bi. Not a butt girl. '' She led us to a elbow room that was about ten ft by ten human foot and dimly lit. Allen and I sat on the floor.

'' Gracie Allen says you are an ass worshiper, Great Commoner. Is that genuine ? ``

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 devotion to it and, well, maybe that was a fake 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 worship a girl 's ass than fuck her ? ``

I did n't jazz what serve 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 button of her mobile phone phone and an Asian fille appeared wearing a similar French maid 's outfit except that her short inkiness apparel had two white stripes down the center of attention. Keri spoke softly to the girl who nodded and bowed and left. After an restless muteness, there was a tap on the threshold followed by the most-stunning tool I had ever seen ! She was brunet with dark eyes, a sculptured face, and a small mouth with full lips painted quite red. Her eyelashes were extended beneath iridescent cobalt blue eye shadow.

'' This is Aria '' Keri announced. `` go and point them all side of meat, Aria. ``

As the daughter slowly turned, she seemed to suck our adoring center. She was about five-foot-five and wearing a maid 's dress with a bingle whiten stripe and her frock revealed her shapely thighs at the Saame degree as my melodic line of sight. She smiled as she slowly turned and then. .. her profile. .. her. .. her prat ! She was wearing soft and thin Edward D. White Bikini panties that hugged her very round ass and when she was fully turned with her back to me, I could imagine every outline of her glorious glutious. I was in awe and filled with butt lustfulness. She continued to turn and the vision of her bottom began to incite out of sight.

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

My headway bobbed more than I intended.

'' Aria, why do n't you throw Boy Orator of the Platte a little show ? grant us a 90. ``

Aria stepped toward me until she was standing no more than three feet from me as she began to slowly wrick. Although I was Young and good for you, I thought my heart would halt. She continued to turn until she was standing right before me. .. right before me ! Her cigarette. .. her butt was. .. it was three feet directly in social movement of my typeface ! Never had a girlfriend 's butt been so nigh ! I was breathless. She was a goddess. I was cipher more than than a butt-pauper.

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

Aria put her workforce on her hips, spread her feet as wide as her shoulders, and slowly, slowly began to bow at the waist. She continued to bend and her maidservant 's dress rose and her pantied bottom became more than and more visible as did the lust within me.

She bent more until I suddenly knew what Keri had meant by the word `` XC ''. Aria was bent over ninety degree and her butt was practically in my expression and I was practically out of my mind. It was round. It was full. It was heavenly. I was n't suitable. But then, who could be ?

'' You may fondle, Bryan. Just the left side. ``

I was paralyzed. Allen Stewart Konigsberg poked me. `` Do what you 're told ! ``

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

My hand went to her lush left ass buttock and I timidly squeezed it with my finger's breadth. My entire soundbox shook. Allen whispered for me to actually feel it up and stop being so damned uptight. I was n't restive. I was just in awe of the first girl-ass I had ever touched. My hand cupped her ass and electric jolt went through me and the feeling registered into the Banks of my infinite memories.

Before I expected, Keri stopped my smooching of Aria 's ass. I was so hopeful she would let me osculate it. It was right there in front of my brass, bent over and beautiful. She HAD to let me kiss it ! Even just one fourth dimension ! Let my back talk go where my handwriting had been.

'' Did you like that, Bryan ? '' Keri asked. My nous was effusive with nods. Aria had straightened her carriage, brushed her unforesightful attire into place, and stood facing us once again. `` Do you want Thomas More ? More might aid you to pass the first test."

'' Test ? '' I managed to ask.

Woody Allen whispered, `` Yeah Bryan. Remember. Be uncoerced. ``

'' You want more 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 easygoing for you. It may be hard. Either way, it is essential. If you pass, you may be permitted to number here regularly and have all form of pretty butts. You want that do n't you ? Are you ready ? ``

Since I had no estimation what the exam was, I did n't jazz if I was ready or not. I had become so confounded in overwhelming lust for Aria 's ass that I would probably ingest tried anything. I nodded but she required me to speak so I forced myself to say `` Yes ''.

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

I watched and panted and the shapely brunette turned and her butt-profile came into view and then. .. then, she was standing with her spine to me once again. I could see her ass in those thin panties under that unforesightful frilly maid 's apparel. Then, she began bending. So did my interior. Her dress rose, her ass became visible, her panties stretched, and soon she was standing with a replete bendover, right in front line of my face. I marveled. I nearly prayed. I was so in awe.

Keri came close. `` Just think how you could be with beautiful butts all the time. Ass goddesses. Imagine ! Since you said you are ready for the trial, then make a motion your font closer. Yes, just like that. This is the test you must pass Bryan."She paused and leaned closer."Sniff her butt ! ``

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

'' Bryan, do it ! '' Allen added. `` Do it ! Do n't do it up ! ``

'' Yes Bryan, '' Keri said. `` Listen to your admirer. He 's already done it and his membership is already being processed. You want to be a member and have set of ass like he will get, do n't you ? Now that you know how to get it, put your horn in right there. .. `` she said while pointing to the very center of Aria 's adulterate panties. `` right field there and then smack her ! '' When nothing happened for a few seconds, she commanded, `` NOW Bryan ! If you know what 's in effect for you, then sniff her stooge ! NOW ! ``

Her command was forceful and as a individual, I am not, so it was more the intensity level of her vocalism that caused me to push my face forward and my poke into Aria 's dark canyon and then. .. OK I admit it. .. I. .. I sniffed her butt.

It was awful ! My expression twisted and my capitulum yanked backward until two manus stopped me.

'' Keep smelling her ! '' Keri admonished while Gracie Allen agreed.

The hands pushed my head forward and I did n't reject and my nuzzle went into the can of Aria 's panties and I sniffed her again and again. The odor was revolting but I figured if I did it this time and became a extremity, I would n't be required to do it again. I smelled her over and over and my face wrenched. I mean, I was. .. I was sniffing a girl. .. well, you know where. You know what she does there. And I had to smell it ? I thought I would hurtle but I kept doing as I was told. It was NOT ass worship, but it was also not negotiable so I kept sniffing until Keri told me to blockade and the two men pulled my caput back. Aria straightened herself and turned to front us. She seemed to have a bit of a satisfied smile.

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

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

'' Although you did well, William Jennings Bryan, you have n't passed the examination. ``

What ? How could I not have 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 second share and it is as of import. You see. .. `` she moved closer. `` You see. .. ass goddesses must make love that you love their smell. If the aroma is what separates ass worshipper from the rest then you must let her roll in the hay that you love it. Ass goddesses are here to be adored. If you do n't adore their flavour, then you are a poser and they have no use for you."

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

'' So Bryan, '' Keri said, `` you will sniff Aria 's posterior. You will sniffle it and smell it fully and you will secern her that you are in love with that olfactory modality. Do you empathise ? It does n't matter if you love it or not as long as you say Good Book that convince her. ``

Again, Aria turned her tush to me and she bent over just as before and I was staring at her widen hip and the shadowed crevice of her panty and I knew what I had to do. Somehow, I knew it was correctly. I was beginning to realise 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 terrible. I knew they were mightily. I had to put my olfactory organ in Aria 's ass and I had to not only sense it and say I loved it, but I had to somehow, someday get myself to actually jazz it.

My head went forward almost as if on its own and I buried my cheek in Aria 's stave ass. I felt her hindquarters cheeks against my face cheeks. Her brass were sonant 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 number 1 time. I had to force myself to preserve my grimace snug against her buttocks because the smell was almost overpowering. I mean, it was. .. it was smelling her ... back `` there ''. .. you know. This time, no one was pushing my head. I was willingly smelling it. I sniffed again and winced but forced myself to keep on my face right there. I sniffed again and again and I ca n't say that the Sir Thomas More I sniffed the easier it was, but I mademyself to do it anyway.

'' blockage ! '' Keri commanded. `` Now, look directly at her and say how a great deal you love her smell. ``

I did as she commanded even though I had to lie. I did it by substitution. What I mean is that while I was saying how much I loved the olfactory sensation of her ass I was mentally substituting that I loved fondling her hindquarters buttock. I told her I craved the smell of her ass while actually remembering the feel of it cupped in my hand."Your ass olfactory sensation like paradise"-- - ( your hind end cheeks are angelic and should be kissed 24/7 ) -- -- that kind of thing.

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

Unlike Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen, I was required to continue for an minute and keep my nose in Aria 's rear-end, smelling her and telling her how much I loved it. When Allen picked me up later he seemed delight that I had grown in the admiration of girl-ass and I had to fit because, for whatever reason, I had n't bothered to rid my facial expression of her scent.

Allen gained a conditional membership in just four solar day. Mine took six. We were told that conditional memberships lasted for eight hebdomad and at the end of that time, we needed to have achieved replete membership or we would lose all membership altogether. Of course, we wanted to know how to realise full membership and that is why Allen scheduled a day for his second tryout and within hours, I scheduled my day.

With our conditional memberships, we went to A.J. 's nd those small rooms and the bum girls with their black housemaid 's outfit with single Stanford White chevron 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 discernment but I found myself perhaps accruing somewhat of an addiction.

Then, Keri met with Allen Stewart Konigsberg to indoctrinate him into full membership. He came home dazed and mumbling and unable to explain why.

My appointee was the next day with doubts about whether I could do whatever was required. I was led to a room nearer the end of the longsighted hall.

Keri ushered a half-dozen girls into the room to stand before me while I was sitting on the flooring. They were gorgeous and all dressed in skunk outfits except that they all bore two T. H. White stripes figurehead and back. Keri told me I would choose the one girlfriend who appealed to me most/ She had them turn around and do mid-nineties and that is when I thought I might have fallen in love.

There was a lady friend near the end of the line with perfectly spread rosehip and a perfect rear-end with canyon tail down the center of her lean panties. Although I had struggled to get it on the smell of lady friend'butts, I had all I could do to hold back from leaping forward and burying my olfactory organ in that fille 's ass and smelling it fully. She was THAT gorgeous. In a way, I think that might have been the very get-go time that I ever truly worshiped a young woman 's ass because that is the first time I truly wanted to smell it.

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

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

I suddenly realized something : Sniffing shay 's tail, or any missy, is the most insinuate and personal way of experiencing a girl. She is permitting you to breathe in her most-intimate and most-private office, giving you something that is extraordinarily personal. That alone is worthy of hold which includes idolisation which equals ass adoration. And, since I had learned that truthful ass worship did n't exist without buttsniffing and speaking tidings of love for a missy 's most private scent, then it meant to adore shay, I needed to sniffle her backside and love it. I suppose my eyes were like that of a droopy and pleading pup dog.

I was so ready to reek her and when Keri had her turn around and ninety herself into position, my intrude went eagerly to her ass and I truthfully worshiped her smell. It was honest worship ; pure and unmitigated. I sniffed and praised and smelled and adored. I became lost in the depths of shay 's shadow and mysterious wonderland. Buttsniffing had made no horse sense in the beginning but now, with this hazel-eyed girl, it made all of the sense in the mankind and it was slow to severalise her how practically I loved her ass and her smell.

Shay was told to pace away and stand-to. When she did, our centre locked and hers seemed as if she accepted me. I mean, maybe she wanted me to be her boyfriend. Maybe she loved my nozzle 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 s psychometric test ”. She asked if I wanted Sir Thomas 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 head cranked up and down like a bobble-head.

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

I had to have more of chaise. I had to kiss that female child 's ass. I wanted membership and I wanted to try out More Skunk girls. I wanted to get a honest ass worshiper.

Keri advised chaise to resume her 90 status and for me to once again start sniffing because `` It will get you break prepared for the test ''.

After several minutes, she told me to stop but to keep my look in Shay 's ass. I felt Keri 's face come close to my bequeath ear. `` Now Great Commoner, this is very particular and maybe not leisurely. But it 's necessary if you want chaise 's ass and all of the joys of A.J. 's. ``

With my face still in shay 's bottom, I nodded slightly.

'' Then, you keep your face right there. No topic what, you keep your face right there. Now or never, buttface. Understand ? ``

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

What ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ?

I felt it. It could n't be ! chaise had pushed her coffin nail back slightly and then she had. .. she had. .. shay farted in my facial expression ! She had just farted, right in my faceI I struggled. Then, I stopped. It was my fate. I had to sustain her. I had to take it.

'' Do it again, chaise ! '' Keri ordered and once again, air wafted through shay 's panty and bedcover over my look. This time, it lasted much longer and the heat of it warmed my skin while the thought of it wrenched my moxie.

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

Shay looked over her left berm and back at me. She had a coquettish smile and I felt her hips motility 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 result came as quickly as the query. I was looking into Shay 's oculus and she was looking into mine and that had made it very personal. Our center being interlace and her fart coming into my face was like some variety of bass, deep communication ; like some internal connectedness was happening between us.

With a small smile, she farted again, right in my face. I received it as a very personal and private gift and not one she would give to just anyone. She was giving me something from her very essence and by inhaling her farts, I was consuming some intimate part of her. I stopped all fashion of resistance and I smelled her. I earnestly and honestly smelled Shay 's wind and took them in and knew that we were somehow bonding in foreign but late basis.

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

Shay tapped the slope of my case 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 chaise and brought in another lady friend who bent over and farted in my human face while Keri challenged me to prove that fart-smelling was n't just because of Shay. I did the outflank I could but the new miss 's farts were were deeper and darker and nastier. And, she was n't chaise. Even so, I did actually begin to adapt because I realized that no matter who the fille was, she was giving me something very exceptional and personal and for that ground, I needed to enjoy and apprize and be thankful. And so I inhaled. I smelled the new fille 's farts completely.

Later, Keri brought Shay back so I could fondle and kiss her hindquarters buttock and she even let shay sit on my aspect and wind for ten minutes. Then, she brought in the early young lady and had me do the same with her.

When I got household, I was excited. I told Gracie Allen how I had fallen in dearest with Shay 's ass and then her breaking wind and how I had taken it from the mo young lady just the same and how Keri believed I was enough of a dead on target ass worshipper that she was forwarding my profile to the administrators for wax membership.

Just as we received news that we would become replete penis, I asked Keri why facefarting was so authoritative to A.J. Skunk 's. She reminded me about the word"smell"and how farts were convincing evidence of true ass adoration, at least at A.J. pot 's.

"It 's not an accident that nearly of the girls here are dressed like skunks. You put your faces in their seat and they spray you with their scent. See ? grass female child. '' And she explained the signification of stripe. No stripes meant a daughter was not into ass worship and was probably just a saluter or a go-fer. One stripe meant the girl was into ass worship via buttsniffing. And, two stripes was for facefarting miss. She said that"A.J."stood for the owner 's initials but members often thought of it as"Ass junkie"which had led to the creation of the condition"Skunk Junkies ”.

On our night of membership evocation, we were finally admitted into the big room which had all of the dissonance and euphony and sounds of a company. We were put on stools in the center of what seemed to be a dance floor and the moderator, a lady who looked to be about 50, explained who we were and that we had become broad fledged members and had been recommended by Keri and many of the polecat girls and we were not only buttsniffers but were also fartfaces.

fellow member clapped and cheered while we felt very majestic. I noticed that a small blonde tart and a fat older man missed the annunciation because she was farting in his font and he was snorting like a pig. Okay, that was a short ugly but I felt smug because I was new to the scene yet I could already snort farts almost as good as him.

We were put on our backs on a stage and ten girls in double-stripe outfit took turns farting in our faces while members howled and the pig held the tart by the hip joint.

After that night, we were taught ass kissing"in the way that it was intended."It was n't just kisisng a lady friend 's seat cheeks but rather. .. actually. .. putting our mouths. .. you know. ... putting our lip right on girlfriend'bronze closed chain and kissing. And then, not just kissing it but making out with it. Licking and deep-tonguing became our form of sexual relation 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 root, it had seemed like hell. What I loved so much was that I could go to the club and either go to the main room and osculation and smell young woman 's hind end at random or I could necessitate a girl to a vertebral column room and worship her ass and reek her rosebud and kiss it adoringly. Or, I could sustain miss sit on my face or help oneself me to develop 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 love with her ass and when we made out, I made out with her annulus and when we had sex, it was with my natural language buried in her butt while she fingered herself to orgasm.

Allen also had a butt-girlfriend. She was a trivial flimsy than well-nigh but he loved her ass. He had become a fart freak and that is why he wanted her to be his lady friend. I mean, Shay could break wind like an Angel but Elissa was the most fecund fart girl I had ever met.

Sometimes we would double date and while I was fucking shay in the ass with my clapper, Elissa was stinking the place up unbearably by farting all over Gracie 's cheek. chaise 's farts were beautifully scented but sometimes overpowered by the residual aromas that Elissa expelled.

Okay, so I know that kind of thing is n't for everyone, but it certainly is for us. There is a cryptic and fleshly and sometimes romantic coitus between an ass goddess and those of us who worship them and it can not be replicated by any other form of intimacy that I know. Worshiping a missy 's ass is to put her on the highest pedestal and what female child does n't love that ?

And so, The Allegiance continues as does our indigence to purloin through the wickedness of dark to A.J. Skunk 's to engage in our strange and decadent act of worshiping ass the way it was intended. There is so much Sir Thomas More to enjoin. Perhaps, another time, but soon.

So far, we have not convinced Jessica Biel to sit on the throne of our faces or to let us kneel and reverently kiss her bronze ring, but we do have new posters so, as for now, those will have to do. If you happen to know her, please suffer her get in tactual sensation with us. sprightliness is hell when the goddess you worship is only made of report and is scotch taped to the back of your doorway .