music genre : ass adoration, ass hugging, smooching, licking, butt sniffing, facesitting and facefarting.


Allen and I had respective affair in park which drew us into friendly relationship early in college. We were both from modest towns and we fell somewhere between the recording label of `` dweebish '' and `` geekish ''. Throw in a trivial `` nerdish '' and I think you get the idea.

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. lady friend were like orphic goddesses and we had no idea how to approach them.

You might suppose the wit of one of us daring the other to talk to a somewhat girl and how the other would gather himself and say he would do just that, as if some kind of charming bravado-dust had befallen him and his biography was about to change forever. Of course, it never happened.

The most adhesive agent attachment of our friendship was our brotherhood in something so diabolical and covert that we would not talk over it with anyone. We trusted our surreptitious to each other while imagining just how vicious and darkly wicked and depraved we were, far beyond any of those democratic bookman who just had no idea.

Ours was a dingy missionary post with sealed 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 secret ? We wanted to pay allegiance to girls'butts. Yes, we were that deviate. We were ass believer. Can you imagine the danger ? Imagine being discovered wanting to kneel behind fille and fondle their buttocks and buss them and speak Son of reverence and devotion.

The popular guys might dominate the daylight, but we ruled the miscreant Nox. Only we were brave enough to go after that great degeneration. 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 color posters of Jessica Biel on each of our doors. She was the sovereign goddess of The commitment. We bowed to her. We kissed her ass until the posters dissolved and then we got others. We pledged devotion to her ample rear-end and we promised that someday, we would start the starting time faithful of Biel and our people would all kneel and praise her ampleness and kiss it with reverence.

It seemed so marvellous. But, there was a problem : How in the sin would it ever happen if we could n't even let the cat out of the bag to girls ? How would we worship any girl 's rear-end if we were scar shitless of them ?

In October, there were two days in which I could n't see Allen. Then, on the third, he showed up. He was unkempt and his centre were filled with excitement.

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

'' Did what ? ''

'' Great Commoner, I did it. I actually did it ! ``

'' You talked to a girl ? ''

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

Suddenly, he was either my corking Cuban sandwich or my expectant liar. He explained how he had gotten down behind a girl and how she had an amazing posterior and how she had willingly let him caress her ass-loveliness and kiss her buns. 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 society at 7th and Atherton but when I told him I had never seen anything but the Mustang Bar on that land site, he said it was in a basement, a buck private club with no signs.

'' You have to occur ! '' he insisted. `` Bryan, heaven is n't a million mil away. heaven is decently here, at 7th and Atherton. You have to fall. Keri wants to conform to you. ``

'' Keri ? ``

'' Goth-girl. ``

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

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

'' Skunk ? What the blaze. .. ? ``

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

He drove. I listened. He spoke of `` going with the flowing '' and being"unfastened to new matter ”. `` Willingness, William Jennings Bryan. Willingness. The willing shall inherit the flesh, or something like that."

He parked his older Toyota. I was shaking more from misgiving than the frigidness night. We went to the rear of the Mustang and down a narrow down set of concrete step to a dark green door.

Remember, Great Commoner. willing. Eager. That is, if you want to be invited back. ''

He pushed a clitoris and a feminine voice responded. Allen spoke two numbers, two letters, and two more bit and the doorway opened. We entered what seemed to be a hall. Although we heard party auditory sensation, we could not see through a threshold ahead of us. A narrow-minded hallway was to our left while a agrestic counter top to our right wing had a tall blond lady friend writing in a ledger. She smiled but did n't bother to look up. She said Keri would be with us soon. She was wearing a black Daniel Chester French maidservant 's turnout with course of instruction interlock stockings. She was gorgeous and her branch were amazing.

Keri approached. She was about five-foot-two with orange-tinted auburn whisker, a ring through her lower lip, and tattoos in respective place. Allen introduced me and although she seemed friendly, she also seemed cautious.

'' If you 're Woody Allen 's friend, then I 'm sure we 'll be fine. If not, then you will get the roll in the hay out of here and not number back. We have little tolerance for 'posers'. ``

She led us down the long hallway. She was wearing a floral churl top with form-fitting khaki drawers. Her butt was very round and, of course, I could n't help but stare. Allen whispered, `` Do n't get any ideas. She 's bi. Not a butt girl. '' She led us to a room that was about ten fundament by ten feet and dimly lit. Allen and I sat on the floor.

'' Woody Allen says you are an ass worshiper, Bryan. Is that confessedly ? ``

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 sham 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 be intimate her ? ``

I did n't bed what answer she wanted. I gave a shy nod.

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

She hit buttons of her cell earphone and an Asian girl appeared wearing a standardized French people housemaid 's outfit except that her little black dress had two Edward White stripes down the center. Keri spoke softly to the female child who nodded and bowed and left. After an queasy quiet, there was a tap on the door followed by the most-stunning fauna I had ever seen ! She was brunette with sorry eyes, a sculptured boldness, and a small backtalk with full back talk painted quite red. Her eyelashes were extended beneath iridescent aqua eye shadow.

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

As the young lady slowly turned, she seemed to take up our adoring centre. She was about five-foot-five and wearing a maid 's dress with a single white stripe and her apparel revealed her shapely thighs at the Saami level as my descent of heap. She smiled as she slowly turned and then. .. her profile. .. her. .. her backside ! She was wearing balmy and slenderize white two-piece scanty that hugged her very beat ass and when she was fully turned with her backrest to me, I could opine every scheme of her splendid glutious. I was in awe and filled with tail lust. She continued to release and the vision of her ass began to incite out of mass.

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

My head bobbed more than I intended.

'' Aria, why do n't you give Boy Orator of the Platte a little display ? Give us a ninety. ``

Aria stepped toward me until she was standing no more than three infantry from me as she began to slowly turn. Although I was Cy Young and healthy, I thought my heart would intercept. She continued to turn until she was standing right before me. .. right before me ! Her ass. .. her fundament was. .. it was three understructure directly in front of my human face ! Never had a girl 's butt been so stopping point ! I was breathless. She was a goddess. I was nothing more than a butt-pauper.

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

Aria put her script on her pelvis, spread her foundation as all-encompassing as her berm, and slowly, slowly began to bend at the waist. She continued to bend and her maid 's attire rose and her pantied bottom became more and more visible as did the lecherousness within me.

She bent more until I suddenly knew what Keri had meant by the parole `` 90 ''. Aria was bent over ninety point and her tail was practically in my face and I was practically out of my mind. It was round. It was full. It was heavenly. I was n't worthy. But then, who could be ?

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

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

I realized then that the ruler 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 girl 's ass, I was about to do it more from respect than sheer butt lust.

My hand went to her lush left ass nerve and I timidly squeezed it with my finger's breadth. My intact body shook. Woody Allen whispered for me to actually palpate it up and stop being so damned nervy. I was n't uptight. I was just in awe of the kickoff girl-ass I had ever touched. My handwriting cupped her ass and electric shocks went through me and the spirit registered into the banking company of my numberless memories.

Before I expected, Keri stopped my hugging of Aria 's ass. I was so aspirer she would let me kiss it. It was right there in forepart of my face, hang over and beautiful. She HAD to let me kiss it ! Even just one prison term ! Let my rim go where my hand had been.

'' Did you like that, Bryan ? '' Keri asked. My head was burbly with nods. Aria had straightened her military strength, brushed her short clothes into plaza, and stood facing us once again. `` Do you want Thomas More ? More might assist you to expire the inaugural test."

'' mental test ? '' I managed to ask.

Gracie Allen whispered, `` Yeah Great Commoner. Remember. Be unforced. ``

'' You want more of Aria 's ass, do n't you ?"asked Keri."wellspring, what you have so far is a tease. What comes next is a tryout. It may be light for you. It may be hard. Either way, it is requirement. If you pass, you may be permitted to come here regularly and have all form of fairly nates. You want that do n't you ? Are you ready ? ``

Since I had no musical theme what the test was, I did n't get laid if I was ready or not. I had become so recede in overwhelming lecherousness 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, fall in him another XC. ``

I watched and panted and the shapely brunette turned and her butt-profile came into thought and then. .. then, she was standing with her backbone to me once again. I could see her ass in those tenuous panties under that inadequate frilly maid 's dress. Then, she began bending. So did my insides. Her dress rose, her ass became visible, her panties stretched, and soon she was standing with a wax bendover, right in front of my human 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 prison term. Ass goddesses. Imagine ! Since you said you are fix for the test, then move your face closer. Yes, just like that. This is the mental test you must clear Bryan."She paused and leaned closer."snuff her butt ! ``

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

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

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

Her instruction was forceful and as a someone, I am not, so it was more the strength of her vocalism that caused me to push my case forward and my nozzle into Aria 's dark canyon and then. .. okay I admit it. .. I. .. I sniffed her fag.

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

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

The paw pushed my head forward and I did n't resist and my nose went into the seat of Aria 's panties and I sniffed her again and again. The sense of smell was revolting but I figured if I did it this time and became a member, I would n't be required to do it again. I smelled her over and over and my aspect wrenched. I mean, I was. .. I was sniffing a female child. .. well, you know where. You know what she does there. And I had to smack it ? I thought I would lunge 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 intercept and the two hands pulled my head back. Aria straightened herself and turned to face us. She seemed to have got a bit of a fulfill smile.

'' You did well, '' Keri praised. `` Do you have intercourse why it was crucial for you to do that ? It 's because we get guy cable who say they are ass worshiper but all they want is to take a couple of licks then move on to trying to fuck the girl. Nooooo, that is not an ass worshiper. We learned a long time ago that the one thing that TRUE ass worshipper have in vernacular is smell. They all love it. So, if a guy is n't a genuine ass worshiper, we 'll ascertain out soon enough. Those types all run out of here like wimpy little pup with their derriere between their legs. But the sniffers, yeah, that 's what we want. ``

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

'' Although you did well, Bryan, you have n't passed the test. ``

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 part and it is as important. You see. .. `` she moved closer. `` You see. .. ass goddesses must KNOW that you love their smell. If the olfactory property is what separates ass worshipers from the eternal rest then you must let her know that you love it. Ass goddesses are here to be adored. If you do n't adore their olfactory modality, then you are a poser and they have no use for you."

Ethan Allen nudged me again. `` Listen. It 's crucial. ``

'' So Bryan, '' Keri said, `` you will sniffle Aria 's tail end. You will sniff it and smell out it fully and you will tell her that you are in love with that smell. Do you understand ? It does n't weigh if you love it or not as long as you say password that convince her. ``

Again, Aria turned her derriere to me and she bent over just as before and I was staring at her widened hip and the shadowed cranny of her panties and I knew what I had to do. Somehow, I knew it was right wing. I was beginning to empathise that buttsniffing was indeed part of ass adoration and either I adjusted to it I was n't a worshiper and I had to look for some former erotic pastime, the prospect of which made me cowardly. I knew they were right. I had to put my nose 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 sleep with it.

My drumhead went forward almost as if on its own and I buried my aspect in Aria 's round ass. I felt her butt cheeks against my side nerve. Her cheeks were soft yet taut while mine felt flushed. Then. .. I. .. I smelled it. It was as if I was smelling it for the low and I suppose that is because I was smelling girl-ass on my own for the first sentence. I had to squeeze myself to continue my expression snug against her seat because the look was almost overpowering. I mean, it was. .. it was smelling her ... back `` there ''. .. you know. This clock time, no one was pushing my school principal. I was willingly smelling it. I sniffed again and winced but forced myself to save my face right there. I sniffed again and again and I ca n't say that the more than I sniffed the well-heeled it was, but I mademyself to do it anyway.

'' point ! '' Keri commanded. `` Now, look directly at her and say how much you love her smell. ``

I did as she commanded even though I had to lie. I did it by transposition. What I mean is that while I was saying how much I loved the olfactory modality of her ass I was mentally substituting that I loved fondling her seat cheeks. I told her I craved the odor of her ass while actually remembering the spirit of it cupped in my hired hand."Your ass smells like nirvana"-- - ( your butt nerve are cherubic and should be kissed 24/7 ) -- -- that kind of thing.

Keri was pleased but not fooled. Even so, she said it was okay. `` Anyone who would clamber with it that much but speak those Bible anyway is estimable enough to be considered. ``

Unlike Allen, I was required to appease for an hr 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 proud of that I had grown in the appreciation of girl-ass and I had to fit in because, for whatever reason, I had n't bothered to rid my case of her scent.

Allen gained a conditional rank in just four days. Mine took six. We were told that conditional memberships lasted for eight week and at the end of that time, we needed to throw achieved to the full membership or we would mislay all membership altogether. Of course, we wanted to know how to bring in full membership and that is why Gracie scheduled a day for his second test and within hour, I scheduled my day.

With our conditional memberships, we went to A.J. 's nd those belittled room and the Skunk young lady with their bootleg amah 's outfits with unity white stripes came to us and we fondled and kissed and, of course of action because it was required, we butt sniffed a lot of miss and praised their smell. I was still faking share of that discernment but I found myself perhaps accruing somewhat of an addiction.

Then, Keri met with Allen to indoctrinate him into wide-cut membership. He came home dazed and mumbling and ineffective to explain why.

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

Keri ushered a six fille into the way to stand before me while I was sitting on the storey. They were gorgeous and all dressed in stinker getup except that they all bore two white stripes front and back. Keri told me I would choose the one girl who appealed to me most/ She had them turn around and do ninety and that is when I thought I might have fallen in love life.

There was a girl near the end of the railway line with perfectly spread pelvic girdle and a thoroughgoing rear-end with canyon shadows down the center of her thin panties. Although I had struggled to love the smell of girls'butts, I had all I could do to keep from leaping forward and burying my nose in that girl 's ass and smelling it fully. She was THAT gorgeous. In a way, I think that might have been the very first off time that I ever truly worshiped a girl 's ass because that is the number one meter I truly wanted to smell it.

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

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

I suddenly realized something : Sniffing shay 's butt, or any girl, is the most intimate and personal way of experiencing a girl. She is permitting you to breathe in her most-intimate and most-private place, giving you something that is extraordinarily personal. That alone is worthy of appreciation which includes adoration which equals ass worship. And, since I had learned that dead on target ass worship did n't exist without buttsniffing and speaking Good Book of love for a female child 's most private scent, then it meant to adore shay, I needed to sniff her ass and love it. I suppose my oculus were like that of a droopy and pleading puppy dog.

I was so ready to smell her and when Keri had her turn around and ninety herself into position, my nose went eagerly to her ass and I truthfully worshiped her smell. It was honest adoration ; pure and unmitigated. I sniffed and praised and smelled and adored. I became lost in the astuteness of shay 's dark and cryptic wonderland. Buttsniffing had made no sense in the beginning but now, with this hazel-eyed girlfriend, it made all of the mother wit in the world and it was prosperous to severalise her how much I loved her ass and her smell.

chaise was told to tread away and stand-to. When she did, our middle locked and hers seemed as if she accepted me. I mean, maybe she wanted me to be her boyfriend. Maybe she loved my nose in her ass or maybe my over-wrought saying of adoration.

Keri explained that to get a permanent membership, I still had to make pass"the second test ”. She asked if I wanted more than 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 osculate Shay 's ass do n't you ? ``

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

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

I had to have Sir Thomas More of Shay. I had to kiss that little girl 's ass. I wanted rank and I wanted to taste more sens girls. I wanted to go a true ass worshiper.

Keri advised shay to summarize her ninety locating and for me to once again start up sniffing because `` It will get you honest prepared for the test ''.

After several minutes, she told me to stop over but to go along my fount in Shay 's ass. I felt Keri 's face come close to my forget ear. `` Now William Jennings Bryan, this is very particular and maybe not easy. But it 's requisite if you want shay 's ass and all of the delight of A.J. 's. ``

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

'' Then, you keep your look right there. No subject what, you keep your face right there. Now or never, buttface. interpret ? ``

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

What ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ?

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

'' Do it again, shay ! '' Keri ordered and once again, air wafted through Shay 's panties and spread over my human face. This time, it lasted much longer and the heating system of it warmed my skin while the thought of it wrenched my guts.

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

Shay looked over her left shoulder and back at me. She had a coquettish grinning and I felt her hips relocation 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 interrogative. I was looking into shay 's eyes and she was looking into mine and that had made it very personal. Our eyes being locked and her flatus coming into my face was like some kind of trench, cryptic communication ; like some intimate connective was happening between us.

With a pocket-size grinning, she farted again, right in my face. I received it as a very personal and private endowment 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 style of electric resistance 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 fundament.

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

Shay tapped the slope of my face and I again looked into her middle 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 human relationship because she dismissed Shay and brought in another girl who bent over and farted in my face while Keri challenged me to testify that fart-smelling was n't just because of shay. I did the best I could but the new daughter 's farts were were deeper and darker and nastier. And, she was n't shay. Even so, I did actually lead off to accommodate because I realized that no matter who the girl was, she was giving me something very special and personal and for that reason, I needed to eff and appreciate and be grateful. And so I inhaled. I smelled the new young lady 's farts completely.

Later, Keri brought Shay back so I could fondle and osculate her rear end buttock and she even let chaise sit on my face and fart for ten minutes. Then, she brought in the other missy and had me do the same with her.

When I got dwelling, I was excited. I told Allen Stewart Konigsberg how I had fallen in sexual love with shay 's ass and then her farts and how I had taken it from the second girl just the Saame and how Keri believed I was enough of a honest ass worshiper that she was forwarding my profile to the administrators for to the full membership.

Just as we received tidings that we would become full members, I asked Keri why facefarting was so important to A.J. bum 's. She reminded me about the Son"olfactory modality"and how farts were convincing grounds of true ass adoration, at to the lowest degree at A.J. Skunk 's.

"It 's not an stroke that most of the girls here are dressed like so-and-so. You put your faces in their stooge and they spray you with their aroma. See ? Skunk girlfriend. '' And she explained the meaning of stripes. No streak meant a girl was not into ass adoration and was probably just a greeter or a go-fer. One stripe meant the girl was into ass worship via buttsniffing. And, two stripes was for facefarting daughter. She said that"A.J."stood for the proprietor 's initials but members often thought of it as"Ass junkie"which had led to the introduction of the terminus"Skunk Junkies ”.

On our night of membership induction, we were finally admitted into the big elbow room which had all of the noise and music and sounds of a party. We were put on stools in the essence of what seemed to be a dance floor and the moderator, a madam who looked to be about 50, explained who we were and that we had become fully fledged phallus and had been recommended by Keri and many of the so-and-so missy and we were not only buttsniffers but were also fartfaces.

appendage clapped and cheered while we felt very proud. I noticed that a small blond cyprian and a fat sure-enough man missed the announcement because she was farting in his typeface and he was snorting like a pig. Okay, that was a picayune ugly but I felt smug because I was new to the panorama yet I could already take a hit breaking wind almost as well as him.

We were put on our rear on a stage and ten girls in double-stripe outfits took turns farting in our faces while members howled and the pig held the tart by the pelvis.

After that night, we were taught ass kissing"in the way that it was intended."It was n't just kisisng a young woman 's butt cheeks but rather. .. actually. .. putting our mouths. .. you know. ... putting our backtalk right on fille'bronze gang and kissing. And then, not just kissing it but making out with it. Licking and deep-tonguing became our word form 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 showtime, it had seemed like Hades. What I loved so practically was that I could go to the clubhouse and either go to the principal room and kiss and look fille 's asses at random or I could take a girl to a rachis room and adoration her ass and reek her rosebud and kiss it adoringly. Or, I could have girls sit on my cheek or help me to turn 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 passion with her ass and when we made out, I made out with her ring and when we had sex, it was with my tongue buried in her butt while she fingered herself to orgasm.

Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen also had a butt-girlfriend. She was a little tenuous 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 break wind like an angel but Elissa was the most prolific fart girl I had ever met.

Sometimes we would replicate particular date and while I was fucking Shay in the ass with my spit, Elissa was stinking the spot up unbearably by farting all over Gracie Allen 's grimace. Shay 's breaking wind were beautifully scented but sometimes overpowered by the residue aromas that Elissa expelled.

okeh, so I know that kind of matter is n't for everyone, but it certainly is for us. There is a oceanic abyss and fleshly and sometimes romantic intercourse between an ass goddess and those of us who worship them and it can not be replicated by any early cast of affair that I know. Worshiping a girl 's ass is to put her on the high-pitched pedestal and what daughter does n't love that ?

And so, The Allegiance continues as does our pauperization to sneak through the dark of night to A.J. Skunk 's to charter in our strange and decadent act of worshiping ass the way it was intended. There is so much more to recite. 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 osculate her bronze ringing, but we do take new bill so, as for now, those will have to do. If you happen to do it her, please take in her get in touch with us. Life is hell when the goddess you worship is only made of newspaper and is Scotch malt whiskey taped to the book binding of your room access .