writing style : ass adoration, ass caressing, fondling, licking, can sniffing, facesitting and facefarting.


Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen and I had several things in coarse which drew us into friendly relationship early in college. We were both from pocket-size township and we fell somewhere between the recording label of `` dweebish '' and `` geekish ''. Throw in a little `` nerdish '' and I think you get the melodic theme.

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. fille were like mysterious goddesses and we had no thought how to draw near them.

You might conceive of the witticism of one of us daring the other to talk to a reasonably girl and how the other would gather himself and say he would do just that, as if some form of wizard bravado-dust had befallen him and his life was about to change forever. Of course, it never happened.

The most adhesive Julian Bond of our friendly relationship was our brotherhood in something so diabolical and covert that we would not discuss it with anyone. We trusted our closed book to each other while imagining just how evil and darkly wicked and depraved we were, far beyond any of those pop students who just had no idea.

Ours was a dark missionary work with certain danger 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 confidential ? We wanted to pay allegiance to female child'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 caress their buttock and kiss them and speak password of fear and devotion.

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

And, we had an image. We had full-sized, total people of color posting of Jessica Biel on each of our doors. She was the sovereign goddess of The Allegiance. We bowed to her. We kissed her ass until the post horse dissolved and then we got others. We pledged cultism to her sizeable rear-end and we promised that someday, we would bug out the low gear congregating of Biel and our citizenry would all kneel and praise her ampleness and kiss it with reverence.

It seemed so terrific. But, there was a problem : How in the hell would it ever happen if we could n't even verbalise to girls ? How would we worship any young lady 's rear-end if we were dash shitless of them ?

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

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

'' Did what ? ''

'' William Jennings 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 cracking hero or my bang-up liar. He explained how he had gotten down behind a girl and how she had an amazing butt and how she had willingly let him fondle her ass-loveliness and kiss her buttocks. And, he had met with her twice and he thought he might be in beloved -- -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 clubhouse 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 private nine with no signs.

'' You have to come ! '' he insisted. `` Great Commoner, heaven is n't a million statute mile away. Heaven is proper 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 membership. She 's not a Skunk. ``

'' puke ? What the nether region. .. ? ``

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

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

He parked his older Toyota. I was shaking Sir Thomas More from apprehension than the frigidness nighttime. We went to the cover of the Mustang and down a narrow down set of concrete steps to a dark green door.

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

He pushed a button and a womanly representative responded. Allen spoke two routine, two letter of the alphabet, and two more figure and the door opened. We entered what seemed to be a foyer. Although we heard party phone, we could not see through a door ahead of us. A narrow down hallway was to our left while a rustic comeback top to our right hand had a marvellous blond young woman writing in a ledger. She smiled but did n't bother to bet up. She said Keri would be with us soon. She was wearing a Shirley Temple Black Daniel Chester French maid 's getup with course engage 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 bring down lip, and tattoos in various places. Allen Stewart Konigsberg introduced me and although she seemed friendly, she also seemed cautious.

'' If you 're Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen 's admirer, then I 'm sure we 'll be fine. If not, then you will get the screw out of here and not come back. We have lilliputian tolerance for 'posers'. ``

She led us down the long hallway. She was wearing a floral peasant top with form-fitting khaki drawers. Her arse was very cycle and, of class, I could n't help but stare. Woody Allen whispered, `` Do n't get any estimation. She 's bi. Not a target girl. '' She led us to a room that was about ten metrical unit by ten feet and dimly lit. Allen and I sat on the floor.

'' Allen says you are an ass worshiper, William Jennings Bryan. Is that admittedly ? ``

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 Christian Bible of idolatry to it and, well, maybe that was a talk through one's hat 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 revere a girl 's ass than sleep with her ? ``

I did n't know what resolve she wanted. I gave a shy nod.

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

She hit buttons of her cell phone and an Asian daughter appeared wearing a standardised Daniel Chester French maiden 's rig except that her short inkiness dress had two flannel stripes down the center. Keri spoke softly to the missy who nodded and bowed and left. After an uneasy silence, there was a tap on the door followed by the most-stunning beast I had ever seen ! She was brunet with iniquity eyes, a sculptured aspect, and a lowly mouth with full phase of the moon lips painted quite red. Her lash were extended beneath iridescent peacock blue eye shadow.

'' This is Aria '' Keri announced. `` Turn and express them all side of meat, Aria. ``

As the girl slowly turned, she seemed to plunge our adoring eyes. She was about five-foot-five and wearing a maidservant 's frock with a exclusive whitened stripe and her dress revealed her shapely thighs at the Lapplander level as my lineage of pile. She smiled as she slowly turned and then. .. her profile. .. her. .. her behind ! She was wearing soft and thin 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 lust. She continued to turn and the visual sensation of her bottom began to move out of sight.

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

My head bobbed more than I intended.

'' Aria, why do n't you give Bryan a little show ? fall in us a ninety. ``

Aria stepped toward me until she was standing no more than three animal foot from me as she began to slowly grow. Although I was Loretta Young and healthy, I thought my heart would stop. She continued to become until she was standing right before me. .. right before me ! Her tail end. .. her rear end was. .. it was three foot directly in front of my face ! Never had a girlfriend 's butt been so close ! I was breathless. She was a goddess. I was goose egg more than a butt-pauper.

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

Aria put her hands on her pelvic arch, spread her foot as wide as her shoulders, and slowly, slowly began to turn at the waistline. She continued to deform and her maid 's dress rose and her pantied freighter became more and more seeable as did the luxuria within me.

She bent more until I suddenly knew what Keri had meant by the word `` ninety ''. Aria was bent over XC grade and her butt was practically in my fount and I was practically out of my judgment. It was round. It was wide-cut. It was heavenly. I was n't worthy. But then, who could be ?

'' You may fondle, Great Commoner. Just the leftfield side. ``

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

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

My hand went to her lush left ass cheek and I timidly squeezed it with my fingers. My total body shook. Allen whispered for me to actually feel it up and stop being so damned uptight. I was n't overstrung. I was just in awe of the offset girl-ass I had ever touched. My hand cupped her ass and electric shocks went through me and the feel registered into the banks of my infinite memories.

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

'' Did you like that, William Jennings Bryan ? '' Keri asked. My pass 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 ? More might aid you to slip by the commencement test."

'' Test ? '' I managed to ask.

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

'' You want Sir Thomas More of Aria 's ass, do n't you ?"asked Keri."Well, what you have so far is a coquette. What comes following is a test. It may be easy for you. It may be difficult. Either way, it is essential. If you pass, you may be permitted to come here regularly and have all kinds of pretty stub. You want that do n't you ? Are you quick ? ``

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

'' Very well then. Aria, give him another 90. ``

I watched and panted and the shapely brunette turned and her butt-profile came into purview and then. .. then, she was standing with her back to me once again. I could see her ass in those cut panty under that short frilly maid 's dress. Then, she began bending. So did my insides. Her apparel rose, her ass became visible, her panties stretched, and soon she was standing with a full moon bendover, right in presence 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 sentence. Ass goddesses. Imagine ! Since you said you are ready for the examination, then proceed your grimace closer. Yes, just like that. This is the test you must happen Bryan."She paused and leaned closer."Sniff her butt ! ``

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

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

'' Yes Bryan, '' Keri said. `` Listen to your friend. He 's already done it and his membership is already being processed. You want to be a appendage and have stack of ass like he will get, do n't you ? Now that you know how to get it, put your nuzzle rightfulness there. .. `` she said while pointing to the very center of Aria 's extend panties. `` Right there and then reek her ! '' When nothing happened for a few seconds, she commanded, `` NOW Bryan ! If you know what 's good for you, then sniff her butt ! NOW ! ``

Her command was forceful and as a somebody, I am not, so it was more the intensity of her vocalization that caused me to promote my face forward and my nose into Aria 's dark canyon and then. .. OK I admit it. .. I. .. I sniffed her buttocks.

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

'' keep smelling her ! '' Keri admonished while Allen Stewart Konigsberg agreed.

The hands pushed my head forward and I did n't dissent and my nose went into the seat of Aria 's panties and I sniffed her again and again. The olfaction was revolting but I figured if I did it this time and became a penis, 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 smack it ? I thought I would hurl but I kept doing as I was told. It was NOT ass worship, but it was also not conveyable so I kept sniffing until Keri told me to stop and the two script pulled my headway back. Aria straightened herself and turned to face us. She seemed to accept a bit of a live up to smile.

'' You did well, '' Keri praised. `` Do you be intimate why it was of import for you to do that ? It 's because we get Guy who say they are ass believer but all they want is to take a couplet of licks then move on to trying to eff the girl. Nooooo, that is not an ass worshipper. We learned a prospicient metre ago that the one thing that TRUE ass worshipers have in common is smell. They all love it. So, if a guy is n't a straight ass worshiper, we 'll feel out soon enough. Those case all run out of here like wimpy little puppy with their tails between their branch. But the sniffers, yeah, that 's what we want. ``

Ass worship suddenly seemed full-grown and more limit than I had ever imagined.

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

What ? How could I not throw 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 lie with that you love their smell. If the smell 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 smell, then you are a poser and they have no use for you."

Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen nudged me again. `` Listen. It 's important. ``

'' So Bryan, '' Keri said, `` you will whiff Aria 's stub. You will sniff it and smell it fully and you will narrate her that you are in beloved with that look. Do you understand ? It does n't weigh if you love it or not as long as you say Bible that convince her. ``

Again, Aria turned her butt to me and she bent over just as before and I was staring at her widen hips and the shadow chap of her panties and I knew what I had to do. Somehow, I knew it was right. I was beginning to see that buttsniffing was indeed division of ass worship and either I adjusted to it I was n't a worshiper and I had to look for some former erotic interest, the expectation of which made me fearful. I knew they were mighty. 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 have it away it.

My nous went forward almost as if on its own and I buried my expression in Aria 's troll ass. I felt her butt nerve against my boldness impudence. Her cheeks were indulgent yet taut while mine felt flushed. Then. .. I. .. I smelled it. It was as if I was smelling it for the initiatory and I suppose that is because I was smelling girl-ass on my own for the first clip. I had to force myself to hold open my side cubbyhole against her buttocks because the olfaction was almost overpowering. I mean, it was. .. it was smelling her ... back `` there ''. .. you know. This time, no one was pushing my school principal. I was willingly smelling it. I sniffed again and winced but forced myself to hold my face right there. I sniffed again and again and I ca n't say that the Thomas More I sniffed the easier it was, but I mademyself to do it anyway.

'' stop consonant ! '' Keri commanded. `` Now, search directly at her and say how practically you love her odor. ``

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 a lot I loved the flavour of her ass I was mentally substituting that I loved fondling her butt impertinence. I told her I craved the smell of her ass while actually remembering the look of it cupped in my handwriting."Your ass smells like Heaven"-- - ( your tush cheeks are saintly 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 words anyway is safe enough to be considered. ``

Unlike Allen, I was required to last out for an hour and preserve my nozzle in Aria 's rear-end, smelling her and telling her how often I loved it. When Woody Allen picked me up later he seemed proud of that I had grown in the appreciation of girl-ass and I had to agree because, for whatever reasonableness, I had n't bothered to rid my fount of her scent.

Allen gained a conditional rank in just four Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. Mine took six. We were told that conditional membership lasted for eight weeks and at the end of that prison term, we needed to have achieved full moon membership or we would lose all rank altogether. Of course, we wanted to recognise how to make full membership and that is why Woody Allen scheduled a day for his second test and within hours, I scheduled my day.

With our conditional memberships, we went to A.J. 's nd those belittled rooms and the grass girls with their black amah 's outfits with unmarried Andrew D. 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 contribution of that grasp but I found myself perhaps accruing somewhat of an addiction.

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

My assignment 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 farsighted hallway.

Keri ushered a half-dozen miss into the elbow room to stick out before me while I was sitting on the story. They were gorgeous and all dressed in stinkpot outfits except that they all bore two whiteness stripes front and back. Keri told me I would take the one daughter who appealed to me most/ She had them turn around and do nineties and that is when I thought I might have fallen in love.

There was a girl near the end of the line with perfectly spread hips and a double-dyed rear-end with canyon shadows down the shopping centre of her thin panties. Although I had struggled to get it on the smell of young woman'nates, 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 stimulate been the very showtime meter that I ever truly worshiped a missy 's ass because that is the first clock time I truly wanted to smell out it.

Keri had them straighten and flex 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 mouth. She looked to be about 20 with hazel eyes that quickly took me captive.

Keri saw where I was looking and reacted, `` Then chaise it will be. The rest 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 desirable of hold which includes adoration which equals ass adoration. And, since I had learned that true ass worship did n't survive without buttsniffing and speaking words of sexual love for a girl 's most buck private smell, then it meant to adore chaise, I needed to sniff her prat and love it. I suppose my optic were like that of a droopy and pleading pup dog.

I was so set up to smell her and when Keri had her turn around and ninety herself into position, my scent went eagerly to her ass and I truthfully worshiped her odor. It was dependable adoration ; pure and unmitigated. I sniffed and praised and smelled and adored. I became lost in the depth of shay 's darkness and mysterious wonderland. Buttsniffing had made no signified in the origin but now, with this hazel-eyed little girl, it made all of the sense in the world and it was well-heeled to separate her how a lot I loved her ass and her smell.

shay was told to step 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 face of adoration.

Keri explained that to get a permanent wave membership, I still had to draw"the bit examination ”. She asked if I wanted more of Shay and I said"Yes ! Yes !"and Keri emphasized, `` It 's all or nothing now, William Jennings Bryan. Either you pass or you fail. If you fail, you 're out of here. You want to kiss Shay 's ass do n't you ? ``

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

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

I had to have more of Shay. I had to buss that little girl 's ass. I wanted membership and I wanted to sample more than Skunk girls. I wanted to become a rightful ass worshiper.

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

After several minutes, she told me to check but to keep on my face in shay 's ass. I felt Keri 's brass come close to my provide ear. `` Now Bryan, this is very exceptional and maybe not easy. But it 's necessary if you want Shay 's ass and all of the joys of A.J. 's. ``

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

'' Then, you keep your face right there. No matter 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 ! Shay had pushed her butt joint 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 fate. I had to make her. I had to take it.

'' Do it again, Shay ! '' Keri ordered and once again, air wafted through Shay 's panties and spread over my face. This clock time, it lasted much longer and the heat of it warmed my skin while the opinion of it wrenched my bowel.

'' hold your face in her ass, Bryan. Now or never ! You know that ! ``

Shay looked over her impart shoulder joint and back at me. She had a coquettish grin and I felt her pelvis 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 inquiry. I was looking into chaise 's eyes and she was looking into mine and that had made it very personal. Our eyes being locked and her fart coming into my facial expression was like some kind of mysterious, cryptic communicating ; like some familiar connection was happening between us.

With a belittled 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 wind, I was consuming some internal piece of her. I stopped all style of resistance and I smelled her. I earnestly and honestly smelled chaise 's breaking wind and took them in and knew that we were somehow bonding in unusual but deep fundament.

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

Shay tapped the incline 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 relationship because she dismissed Shay and brought in another girl who bent over and farted in my typeface while Keri challenged me to prove that fart-smelling was n't just because of chaise. I did the best I could but the new miss 's farts were were deeper and darker and nastier. And, she was n't Shay. Even so, I did actually begin to adapt because I realized that no matter who the miss was, she was giving me something very special and personal and for that intellect, I needed to love and appreciate and be grateful. And so I inhaled. I smelled the new girl 's farting completely.

Later, Keri brought Shay back so I could fondle and osculate her butt cheeks and she even let Shay sit on my brass and flatus for ten minutes. Then, she brought in the former girl and had me do the same with her.

When I got home, I was excited. I told Allen how I had fallen in love with Shay 's ass and then her farts and how I had taken it from the indorse young lady just the Same and how Keri believed I was enough of a true ass worshiper that she was forwarding my profile to the administrator for full membership.

Just as we received news that we would become wide extremity, I asked Keri why facefarting was so important to A.J. Skunk 's. She reminded me about the discussion"smell"and how farts were convincing grounds of true ass worship, at to the lowest degree at A.J. rat 's.

"It 's not an accident that most of the missy here are dressed like skunks. You put your faces in their butts and they spray you with their scent. See ? so-and-so girls. '' And she explained the meaning of stripes. No band meant a female child was not into ass worship and was probably just a greeter or a go-fer. One band meant the girl was into ass worship via buttsniffing. And, two stripes was for facefarting little girl. She said that"A.J."stood for the possessor 's initials but penis often thought of it as"Ass Junkies"which had led to the creation of the terminus"Skunk Junkies ”.

On our night of membership inductive reasoning, we were finally admitted into the big room which had all of the disturbance and euphony and sounds of a party. We were put on stools in the center of what seemed to be a dancing flooring and the moderator, a lady who looked to be about 50, explained who we were and that we had become full feather members and had been recommended by Keri and many of the dirty dog lady friend and we were not only buttsniffers but were also fartfaces.

appendage clapped and cheered while we felt very lofty. I noticed that a small blond tart and a fat onetime man missed the proclamation because she was farting in his facial expression and he was snorting like a pig. okey, that was a little ugly but I felt smug because I was new to the setting yet I could already snort farts almost as good as him.

We were put on our backbone on a stage and ten girls in double-stripe outfit took turns farting in our faces while penis howled and the pig held the tart by the rosehip.

After that night, we were teach ass kissing"in the way that it was intended."It was n't just kisisng a girl 's butt brass but rather. .. actually. .. putting our mouths. .. you know. ... putting our mouths right on young lady'bronze rings and kissing. And then, not just kissing it but making out with it. Licking and deep-tonguing became our form of sexual 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 source, it had seemed like Inferno. What I loved so much was that I could go to the club and either go to the main way and candy kiss and olfactory sensation girl 's asses at random or I could take a girl to a back way and adoration her ass and smell her rosebud and snog it adoringly. Or, I could get female child sit on my face or help me to grow 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 tongue buried in her keister while she fingered herself to orgasm.

Allen also had a butt-girlfriend. She was a picayune thinner than well-nigh but he loved her ass. He had become a farting freak and that is why he wanted her to be his girlfriend. I mean, chaise could fart like an holy man but Elissa was the most prolific fart female child I had ever met.

Sometimes we would double date and while I was fucking Shay in the ass with my tongue, Elissa was stinking the office up unbearably by farting all over Woody Allen 's face. shay 's fart were beautifully scented but sometimes overpowered by the balance fragrance that Elissa expelled.

O.K., so I know that kind of thing is n't for everyone, but it certainly is for us. There is a deep and sensual 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 intimacy that I know. Worshiping a young woman 's ass is to put her on the highest plinth and what fille does n't love that ?

And so, The Allegiance continues as does our need to cabbage through the dark of dark to A.J. Skunk 's to operate in our strange and effete act of worshiping ass the way it was intended. There is so much more to severalise. 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 tintinnabulation, but we do have new posters so, as for now, those will sustain to do. If you happen to know her, please throw her get in contact with us. Life is hell when the goddess you worship is only made of newspaper publisher and is Scotch taped to the cover of your room access .