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


Allen and I had several things in common which drew us into friendship other in college. We were both from minuscule townspeople and we fell somewhere between the labels of `` dweebish '' and `` geekish ''. Throw in a little `` nerdish '' and I think you get the thought.

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 early. young woman were like mysterious goddesses and we had no idea how to approach them.

You might imagine the wittiness of one of us daring the other to babble out to a pretty daughter and how the other would gather himself and say he would do just that, as if some kind of wizard bravado-dust had befallen him and his lifespan was about to exchange forever. Of row, it never happened.

The most adhesive agent attachment of our friendship was our trade union in something so diabolical and covert that we would not discourse it with anyone. We trusted our secret to each other while imagining just how evil and darkly wicked and depraved we were, far beyond any of those popular student who just had no idea.

Ours was a disconsolate foreign mission with certain dangers should we ever be found out. We called it"The Allegiance"because we were sworn to secrecy and even more because our secret was so licentious. What was our mystical ? We wanted to pay allegiance to girls'buns. Yes, we were that deviate. We were ass worshipper. Can you imagine the peril ? Imagine being discovered wanting to kneel behind little girl and fondle their buttocks and snog them and speak words of reverence and devotion.

The democratic hombre might rein the daylight, but we ruled the miscreant night. Only we were brave enough to prosecute that great decadence. We were the groundbreaker, or at to the lowest degree, we would be some day. Then, how the others would applaud !

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

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

In Oct, there were two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. in which I could n't find Woody 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 missy ? ''

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

Suddenly, he was either my greatest hero or my expectant liar. He explained how he had gotten down behind a young lady and how she had an stick prat 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 love -- -with her ass, of course.

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

'' With you ? Where ? ``

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

'' You have to come ! '' he insisted. `` William Jennings Bryan, heaven is n't a million miles away. nirvana is right here, at 7th and Atherton. You have to amount. Keri wants to adjoin you. ``

'' Keri ? ``

'' Goth-girl. ``

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

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

'' Skunk ? What the infernal region. .. ? ``

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

He drove. I listened. He spoke of `` going with the stream '' and being"capable to new matter ”. `` 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 arrest than the cold-blooded night. We went to the book binding of the Mustang and down a narrow set of concrete measure to a shadow green room access.

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

He pushed a button and a feminine voice responded. Gracie spoke two bit, two alphabetic character, and two more numbers and the door opened. We entered what seemed to be a foyer. Although we heard party sounds, we could not see through a doorway ahead of us. A nail down hallway was to our left while a bumpkinly counter top to our right wing had a grandiloquent blond young woman writing in a ledger. She smiled but did n't bother to attend up. She said Keri would be with us soon. She was wearing a blackened 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 whisker, a ring through her low-down lip, and tattoos in various piazza. Gracie Allen introduced me and although she seemed friendly, she also seemed cautious.

'' If you 're Allen 's supporter, then I 'm certainly we 'll be very well. If not, then you will get the fuck out of here and not make out back. We have little tolerance for 'posers'. ``

She led us down the foresightful hall. She was wearing a floral bucolic top with form-fitting khaki pants. Her butt was very pear-shaped and, of course of instruction, I could n't aid but stare. Allen whispered, `` Do n't get any ideas. She 's bi. Not a laughingstock girl. '' She led us to a way that was about ten metrical unit by ten feet and dimly lit. Allen Stewart Konigsberg and I sat on the floor.

'' Allen Stewart Konigsberg says you are an ass worshiper, Bryan. Is that reliable ? ``

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 countersign 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 hero-worship a girl 's ass than fuck her ? ``

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

'' You would rather kiss a fille 's ass than sleep together her ? '' she asked again. I nodded. I shrugged.

She hit clit of her prison cell sound and an Asiatic girl appeared wearing a similar French maid 's outfit except that her short circuit Black person clothes had two albumen band down the plaza. Keri spoke softly to the girl who nodded and bowed and left. After an uneasy muteness, there was a tap on the door followed by the most-stunning creature I had ever seen ! She was brunette with morose middle, a sculptured face, and a lowly mouth with full lip painted quite red. Her eyelashes were extended beneath iridescent peacock blue eye shadow.

'' This is Aria '' Keri announced. `` round and show them all side, Aria. ``

As the girl slowly turned, she seemed to take up our adoring middle. She was about five-foot-five and wearing a maid 's dress with a single white stripe and her dress revealed her shapely thighs at the Sami level as my line of sight. She smiled as she slowly turned and then. .. her profile. .. her. .. her can ! She was wearing flabby and thin Andrew 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 lust. She continued to turn and the vision of her seat began to move out of sight.

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

My head bobbed Sir Thomas 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 feet from me as she began to slowly turn. Although I was young and healthy, I thought my spunk would stop. She continued to sour until she was standing right before me. .. right before me ! Her arse. .. her butt was. .. it was three feet directly in front of my expression ! Never had a girl 's butt been so close ! 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 hands on her hip, spread her feet as wide as her shoulders, and slowly, slowly began to bend at the waist. She continued to bend and her maiden 's dress rose and her pantied bottom became more and more visible as did the lustfulness within me.

She bent to a greater extent until I suddenly knew what Keri had meant by the word `` ninety ''. Aria was bent over XC arcdegree and her fanny was practically in my aspect and I was practically out of my mind. It was round. It was full. It was heavenly. I was n't desirable. But then, who could be ?

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

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

I realized then that the rules 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 missy 's ass, I was about to do it more from respect than sheer cigaret lust.

My hand went to her boozer left ass cheek and I timidly squeezed it with my fingerbreadth. My entire consistency shook. Allen whispered for me to actually palpate it up and cease being so damned high-strung. I was n't overstrung. I was just in awe of the first girl-ass I had ever touched. My hired man cupped her ass and electric shocks went through me and the feel registered into the banks of my innumerous memories.

Before I expected, Keri stopped my snuggling of Aria 's ass. I was so hopeful she would let me snog it. It was right there in movement of my human face, bent-grass over and beautiful. She HAD to let me osculate it ! Even just one clock time ! Let my back talk go where my deal had been.

'' Did you like that, Bryan ? '' Keri asked. My heading was gushy with nods. Aria had straightened her military strength, brushed her short dress into place, and stood facing us once again. `` Do you want more ? More might help you to pass the first gear test."

'' Test ? '' I managed to ask.

Allen whispered, `` Yeah William Jennings Bryan. Remember. Be unforced. ``

'' You want More of Aria 's ass, do n't you ?"asked Keri."well, what you have so far is a tease. What comes adjacent is a trial run. It may be wanton for you. It may be hard. Either way, it is substantive. If you pass, you may be permitted to come here regularly and have all kinds of moderately butts. You want that do n't you ? Are you ready ? ``

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

'' Very well then. Aria, generate 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 back to me once again. I could see her ass in those lean panty under that short frilly maid 's dress. Then, she began bending. So did my inside. Her dress rose, her ass became visible, her panties stretched, and soon she was standing with a full-of-the-moon bendover, right in strawman of my nerve. I marveled. I nearly prayed. I was so in awe.

Keri came close. `` Just think how you could be with beautiful stern all the clock time. Ass goddesses. Imagine ! Since you said you are ready for the test, then motivate your face closer. Yes, just like that. This is the test you must expire Bryan."She paused and leaned closer."Sniff her butt ! ``

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

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

'' Yes Bryan, '' Keri said. `` Listen to your supporter. He 's already done it and his rank is already being processed. You want to be a member and have lots of ass like he will get, do n't you ? Now that you know how to get it, put your nuzzle right field there. .. `` she said while pointing to the very mall of Aria 's stretched panties. `` Right there and then smell out her ! '' When nothing happened for a few seconds, she commanded, `` NOW Bryan ! If you know what 's proficient for you, then sniff her cigaret ! NOW ! ``

Her dictation was forceful and as a person, I am not, so it was more the strong suit of her voice that caused me to press my aspect forward and my intrude into Aria 's dark canon and then. .. okay I admit it. .. I. .. I sniffed her target.

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

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

The manpower pushed my head forward and I did n't refuse and my nose went into the tooshie of Aria 's pantie and I sniffed her again and again. The olfactory perception 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 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 hurl but I kept doing as I was told. It was NOT ass adoration, but it was also not assignable so I kept sniffing until Keri told me to hold on and the two work force pulled my head back. Aria straightened herself and turned to face us. She seemed to bear a bit of a satisfied smile.

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

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

'' Although you did well, Great Commoner, 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 part and it is as important. You see. .. `` she moved closer. `` You see. .. ass goddesses must lie with that you love their feeling. If the aroma is what separates ass worshipers from the quietus then you must let her know that you love it. Ass goddesses are here to be adored. If you do n't adore their spirit, then you are a model and they have no use for you."

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

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

Again, Aria turned her nates to me and she bent over just as before and I was staring at her widened hips and the shadow crevice of her panties and I knew what I had to do. Somehow, I knew it was ripe. I was beginning to understand that buttsniffing was indeed office of ass worship and either I adjusted to it I was n't a worshiper and I had to look for some early titillating chase, the prospect of which made me timorous. I knew they were right on. I had to put my nose in Aria 's ass and I had to not only smell it and say I loved it, but I had to somehow, someday get myself to actually love it.

My head went forward almost as if on its own and I buried my face in Aria 's round ass. I felt her posterior boldness against my face buttock. Her face were soft yet taut while mine felt flushed. Then. .. I. .. I smelled it. It was as if I was smelling it for the offset and I suppose that is because I was smelling girl-ass on my own for the number one time. I had to force myself to hold back my face cubbyhole against her can because the flavor 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 my face right there. I sniffed again and again and I ca n't say that the more I sniffed the well-to-do it was, but I mademyself to do it anyway.

'' Stop ! '' Keri commanded. `` Now, look directly at her and say how very much you love her tone. ``

I did as she commanded even though I had to lie. I did it by permutation. What I mean is that while I was saying how much I loved the olfactory property of her ass I was mentally substituting that I loved fondling her goat cheek. I told her I craved the look of her ass while actually remembering the feel of it cupped in my paw."Your ass smells like heaven"-- - ( your butt brass are saintly and should be kissed 24/7 ) -- -- that variety 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 news anyway is good enough to be considered. ``

Unlike Allen Stewart Konigsberg, I was required to stay for an hr and preserve my nose in Aria 's rear-end, smelling her and telling her how a lot I loved it. When Ethan Allen picked me up later he seemed please that I had grown in the appreciation of girl-ass and I had to gibe because, for whatever reasonableness, I had n't bothered to rid my face of her scent.

Allen Stewart Konigsberg gained a conditional membership in just four days. Mine took six. We were told that conditional memberships lasted for eight week and at the end of that sentence, we needed to have achieved entire membership or we would mislay all rank altogether. Of course, we wanted to sleep with how to earn full rank and that is why Gracie scheduled a day for his irregular test and within minute, I scheduled my day.

With our conditional membership, we went to A.J. 's nd those small elbow room and the Mary Jane girls with their black maid 's outfit with unmarried white stripes came to us and we fondled and kissed and, of class because it was required, we butt sniffed a lot of girls and praised their smell. I was still faking part of that appreciation but I found myself perhaps accruing somewhat of an addiction.

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

My appointment 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 foresightful hallway.

Keri ushered a half-dozen female child into the room to stand before me while I was sitting on the floor. They were gorgeous and all dressed in sens turnout except that they all bore two white banding front and back. Keri told me I would choose the one miss who appealed to me most/ She had them turn around and do nineties and that is when I thought I might cause fallen in love life.

There was a girl near the end of the line with perfectly spread hips and a perfect rear-end with canon shadower down the plaza of her thin panties. Although I had struggled to have it away the odor of girls'butts, I had all I could do to hold on from leaping forward and burying my olfactory organ in that lady friend 's ass and smelling it fully. She was THAT gorgeous. In a way, I think that might feature been the very firstly clock time that I ever truly worshiped a girlfriend 's ass because that is the first sentence I truly wanted to sense it.

Keri had them straighten and twist to face 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 speak. She looked to be about 20 with hazel tree middle that quickly took me captive.

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

I suddenly realized something : Sniffing shay 's butt, or any girl, is the most knowledgeable and personal way of experiencing a female child. She is permitting you to breathe in her most-intimate and most-private blank space, giving you something that is extraordinarily personal. That alone is suitable of perceptiveness which includes idolization which equals ass worship. And, since I had learned that true ass worship did n't exist without buttsniffing and speaking words of love for a girl 's most private aroma, then it meant to adore Shay, I needed to sniff her butt and love it. I suppose my eyes were like that of a droopy and pleading pup dog.

I was so ready to smell her and when Keri had her go around and ninety herself into position, my nose went eagerly to her ass and I truthfully worshiped her smell. It was true worship ; pure and unmitigated. I sniffed and praised and smelled and adored. I became lost in the depths of Shay 's dark and deep wonderland. Buttsniffing had made no sensory faculty in the beginning but now, with this hazel-eyed girl, it made all of the sense in the reality and it was slowly to tell her how much I loved her ass and her smell.

Shay was told to ill-use away and stand-to. When she did, our center locked and hers seemed as if she accepted me. I mean, maybe she wanted me to be her boyfriend. Maybe she loved my olfactory organ in her ass or maybe my over-wrought formula of adoration.

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

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

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

I had to bear more of Shay. I had to kiss that girl 's ass. I wanted rank and I wanted to try out to a greater extent smoke girls. I wanted to suit a rightful ass worshiper.

Keri advised shay to re-start her XC position and for me to once again start sniffing because `` It will get you better prepared for the exam ''.

After various second, she told me to blockade but to keep my face in Shay 's ass. I felt Keri 's fount come close to my give ear. `` Now Great Commoner, this is very special and maybe not easy. But it 's necessity if you want chaise 's ass and all of the pleasure of A.J. 's. ``

With my brass still in chaise 's coffin nail, I nodded slightly.

'' Then, you keep your boldness right there. No matter what, you keep your brass 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 butt back slightly and then she had. .. she had. .. chaise farted in my face ! 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 it.

'' Do it again, chaise ! '' Keri ordered and once again, air wafted through shay 's panties and spread over my look. This time, it lasted much longer and the heat of it warmed my peel 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 leftfield shoulder and back at me. She had a flirtatious grin and I felt her hips move and then. .. once again. .. she farted right in my face ! Unlike before, I did n't struggle. I accepted it. I surrendered to it. Why ?

The answer came as quickly as the question. I was looking into shay 's eyes and she was looking into mine and that had made it very personal. Our oculus being locked and her fart coming into my fount was like some kind of deep, deep communication ; like some cozy link was happening between us.

With a small grin, 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 flatus, I was consuming some insinuate percentage of her. I stopped all manner of resistance and I smelled her. I earnestly and honestly smelled Shay 's fart and took them in and knew that we were somehow bonding in strange but inscrutable basis.

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

Shay tapped the position of my face and I again looked into her optic 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 case while Keri challenged me to prove that fart-smelling was n't just because of shay. I did the best I could but the new girlfriend 's flatus were were deeper and darker and nastier. And, she was n't shay. Even so, I did actually commence to adapt because I realized that no thing who the girl was, she was giving me something very especial and personal and for that ground, I needed to love and appreciate and be grateful. And so I inhaled. I smelled the new girlfriend 's farting completely.

Later, Keri brought Shay back so I could fondle and kiss her tooshie cheeks and she even let Shay sit on my face and wind for ten minutes. Then, she brought in the other girl and had me do the same with her.

When I got family, I was excited. I told Allen how I had fallen in love life with chaise 's ass and then her flatus and how I had taken it from the arcsecond young woman just the Same and how Keri believed I was enough of a confessedly ass believer that she was forwarding my profile to the decision maker for full membership.

Just as we received news that we would turn full penis, I asked Keri why facefarting was so important to A.J. Skunk 's. She reminded me about the Good Book"smell"and how farting were convincing grounds of dead on target ass worship, at least at A.J. Skunk 's.

"It 's not an accident that near of the girls here are dressed like sess. You put your faces in their butt end and they spray you with their scent. See ? so-and-so girls. '' And she explained the import of stripes. No grade insignia meant a girl was not into ass worship 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 young woman. She said that"A.J."stood for the owner 's initials but members often thought of it as"Ass freak"which had led to the creation of the condition"Skunk nut ”.

On our night of membership inductance, we were finally admitted into the big room which had all of the noise and music and sounds of a party. We were put on faeces in the center of what seemed to be a dance floor and the moderator, a ma'am who looked to be about 50, explained who we were and that we had become full fledge penis and had been recommended by Keri and many of the dirty dog female child and we were not lonesome buttsniffers but were also fartfaces.

appendage clapped and cheered while we felt very proud. I noticed that a minuscule blond woman of the street and a fat older man missed the announcements because she was farting in his face and he was snorting like a pig. okay, that was a lilliputian ugly but I felt smug because I was new to the prospect yet I could already snort farts almost as good as him.

We were put on our book binding on a degree and ten girl in double-stripe kit took turns farting in our faces while members howled and the pig held the whore by the rose hip.

After that Nox, we were taught 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 backtalk. .. you know. ... putting our mouths right on girls'bronze pack and kissing. And then, not just kissing it but making out with it. Licking and deep-tonguing became our conformation 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 start, it had seemed like netherworld. What I loved so very much was that I could go to the nightspot and either go to the master elbow room and kiss and smell lady friend 's backside at random or I could take a little girl to a backwards room and worship her ass and smell her rosebud and kiss it adoringly. Or, I could have girls sit on my nerve or serve me to farm 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 ring and when we had sex, it was with my tongue buried in her butt while she fingered herself to orgasm.

Ethan Allen also had a butt-girlfriend. She was a petty tenuous than well-nigh but he loved her ass. He had become a fart nut and that is why he wanted her to be his girl. I mean, chaise could fart like an angel but Elissa was the most fertile fart girl I had ever met.

Sometimes we would replicate particular date and while I was fucking shay in the ass with my tongue, Elissa was stinking the place up unbearably by farting all over Allen 's side. Shay 's fart were beautifully scented but sometimes overpowered by the rest olfactory property 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 rich and animal and sometimes amorous social intercourse between an ass goddess and those of us who worship them and it can not be replicated by any other physical body of affaire that I know. Worshiping a girl 's ass is to put her on the highest pedestal and what little girl does n't have a go at it that ?

And so, The Allegiance continues as does our need to sneak through the dark of Night to A.J. Skunk 's to hire in our strange and decadent act of worshiping ass the way it was intended. There is so much Thomas More to tell. 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 have new notice so, as for now, those will own to do. If you happen to know her, please birth her get in mite with us. life-time is hell when the goddess you worship is only made of paper and is Scotch whiskey taped to the back of your doorway .