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


Gracie Allen and I had various matter in vernacular which drew us into friendship early in college. We were both from small Ithiel Town and we fell somewhere between the recording label of `` dweebish '' and `` geekish ''. Throw in a little `` nerdish '' and I think you get the approximation.

We were n't bad looking. Just skinny and socially awkward, especially when it came to lady friend. If one looked our way, we looked the former. young lady were like mystical goddesses and we had no idea how to approach them.

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

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

Ours was a sinister missionary work with certain peril should we ever be found out. We called it"The fealty"because we were sworn to secrecy and even more because our secret was so licentious. What was our undercover ? We wanted to pay dedication to girls'butts. Yes, we were that pervert. We were ass believer. Can you imagine the danger ? Imagine being discovered wanting to kneel behind missy and fondle their buttocks and buss them and speak dustup of reverence and devotion.

The democratic guys might rule the daylight, but we ruled the miscreant nighttime. Only we were brave enough to pursue that great decadence. We were the groundbreaker, or at least, we would be some day. Then, how the others would spat !

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

It seemed so rattling. But, there was a problem : How in the hell 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 scared shitless of them ?

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

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

'' Did what ? ''

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

'' You talked to a girl ? ''

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

Suddenly, he was either my slap-up hero or my enceinte liar. He explained how he had gotten down behind a girl and how she had an amazing hindquarters 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, `` Boy Orator of the Platte, you have to amount with me ! ``

'' With you ? Where ? ``

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

'' You have to come ! '' he insisted. `` Bryan, Heaven is n't a million miles away. Heaven is right wing here, at 7th and Atherton. You have to get along. Keri wants to foregather you. ``

'' Keri ? ``

'' Goth-girl. ``

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

'' No, she 's does membership. She 's not a rat. ``

'' sens ? What the hell. .. ? ``

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

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

He parked his older Toyota. I was shaking More from misgiving than the inhuman night. We went to the book binding of the Mustang and down a narrow set of concrete steps to a darkness super acid door.

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

He pushed a clitoris and a womanly voice responded. Allen spoke two numbers, two letters, and two more numbers racket and the room access opened. We entered what seemed to be a foyer. Although we heard company speech sound, we could not see through a door ahead of us. A nail down hall was to our left while a agrestic retort top to our right had a improbable blond missy writing in a leger. She smiled but did n't trouble oneself to expect up. She said Keri would be with us soon. She was wearing a disastrous French maiden 's outfit with course mesh stockings. She was gorgeous and her legs were amazing.

Keri approached. She was about five-foot-two with orange-tinted auburn hair, a ring through her low-pitched lip, and tattoos in versatile places. Allen introduced me and although she seemed friendly, she also seemed cautious.

'' If you 're Woody Allen 's friend, then I 'm indisputable we 'll be ticket. If not, then you will get the shtup out of here and not come back. We have little permissiveness for 'posers'. ``

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

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

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 veneration 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 idolise a girl 's ass than fuck her ? ``

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

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

She hit push button of her cell telephone and an Asian girl appeared wearing a similar French maid 's outfit except that her short circuit black dress had two bloodless stripes down the mall. Keri spoke softly to the girl who nodded and bowed and left. After an nervous silence, there was a tap on the door followed by the most-stunning creature I had ever seen ! She was brunet with dark centre, a sculptured facial expression, and a small back talk with full lips painted quite red. Her cilium were extended beneath iridescent aqua eye shadow.

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

As the girl slowly turned, she seemed to absorb our adoring eyes. She was about five-foot-five and wearing a maid 's frock with a single white grade insignia and her apparel revealed her shapely thighs at the same grade as my stemma of sight. She smiled as she slowly turned and then. .. her profile. .. her. .. her goat ! She was wearing soft and thin Patrick White bikini panty that hugged her very round ass and when she was fully turned with her back to me, I could envisage every scheme of her glorious glutious. I was in awe and filled with butt lustfulness. She continued to turn and the vision of her behind began to displace out of tidy sum.

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

My point bobbed more than I intended.

'' Aria, why do n't you give Bryan a fiddling show ? Give us a XC. ``

Aria stepped toward me until she was standing no more than three animal foot from me as she began to slowly deform. Although I was young and tidy, I thought my nitty-gritty would stop. She continued to turn until she was standing right before me. .. right before me ! Her butt. .. her stub was. .. it was three invertebrate foot directly in presence of my face ! Never had a missy 's arse been so end ! I was breathless. She was a goddess. I was nothing Thomas More than a butt-pauper.

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

Aria put her hands on her articulatio coxae, spread her feet as widely as her shoulder joint, and slowly, slowly began to deflect at the waist. She continued to bend and her maid 's dress rose and her pantied tail became Thomas More and more visible as did the lust within me.

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

'' You may fondle, Bryan. Just the allow for side. ``

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

I realized then that the formula 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 female child 's ass, I was about to do it more from obedience than sheer buttocks lust.

My handwriting went to her soaker left ass cheek and I timidly squeezed it with my fingers. My entire body shook. Woody Allen whispered for me to actually feel it up and stop being so damned uptight. I was n't high-strung. I was just in awe of the first 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 unnumbered memories.

Before I expected, Keri stopped my fondling of Aria 's ass. I was so hopeful she would let me osculate it. It was right there in battlefront of my nerve, hang over and beautiful. She HAD to let me snog it ! Even just one prison term ! Let my lips go where my hand had been.

'' Did you like that, Bryan ? '' Keri asked. My school principal was burbly with nods. Aria had straightened her carriage, brushed her short apparel into property, and stood facing us once again. `` Do you want Sir Thomas More ? More might facilitate you to pass the low test."

'' Test ? '' I managed to ask.

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

'' 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 next is a run. It may be easy for you. It may be unmanageable. Either way, it is all important. If you pass, you may be permitted to get here regularly and have all kinds of jolly butts. You want that do n't you ? Are you cook ? ``

Since I had no theme what the run was, I did n't sleep with if I was ready or not. I had become so lost in overwhelming lustfulness for Aria 's ass that I would probably cause tried anything. I nodded but she required me to speak so I forced myself to say `` Yes ''.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Yes Bryan, '' Keri said. `` Listen to your Quaker. He 's already done it and his membership 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 nose right wing there. .. `` she said while pointing to the very center of Aria 's stretch along panties. `` Right there and then smell her ! '' When zip happened for a few second, she commanded, `` NOW Boy Orator of the Platte ! If you know what 's good for you, then sniff her butt ! NOW ! ``

Her instruction was emphatic and as a somebody, I am not, so it was more the potency of her voice that caused me to push my fount forward and my nose into Aria 's dark canyon and then. .. okay I admit it. .. I. .. I sniffed her hind end.

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

'' dungeon smelling her ! '' Keri admonished while Gracie agreed.

The bridge player pushed my head forward and I did n't resist and my intrude went into the seat of Aria 's panty and I sniffed her again and again. The smell was revolting but I figured if I did it this time and became a appendage, I would n't be required to do it again. I smelled her over and over and my side 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 worship, but it was also not transferrable so I kept sniffing until Keri told me to end and the two hands pulled my head back. Aria straightened herself and turned to face us. She seemed to take in a bit of a quenched smile.

'' You did well, '' Keri praised. `` Do you have it away why it was important for you to do that ? It 's because we get guy wire who say they are ass worshipers 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 farseeing time 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 rightful ass believer, we 'll find out soon enough. Those character all run out of here like wimpy niggling puppies with their empennage between their legs. But the sniffers, yeah, that 's what we want. ``

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

'' Although you did well, Boy Orator of the Platte, 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 indorse region and it is as significant. You see. .. `` she moved closer. `` You see. .. ass goddesses must have it off that you love their aroma. If the smell is what separates ass worshipers from the ease then you must let her live that you love it. Ass goddesses are here to be adored. If you do n't adore their smell, then you are a stumper and they have no use for you."

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

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

Again, Aria turned her butt to me and she bent over just as before and I was staring at her widen coxa and the shade off crevice of her pantie and I knew what I had to do. Somehow, I knew it was right. I was beginning to understand that buttsniffing was indeed part of ass worship and either I adjusted to it I was n't a worshiper and I had to look for some former erotic spare-time activity, the expectation of which made me horrendous. I knew they were right. I had to put my nozzle 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 hump it.

My head went forward almost as if on its own and I buried my cheek in Aria 's rung ass. I felt her butt impertinence against my face face. Her impertinence were soft yet taut while mine felt flushed. Then. .. I. .. I smelled it. It was as if I was smelling it for the first and I suppose that is because I was smelling girl-ass on my own for the first time. I had to force myself to go on my look snug against her hind end because the smell was almost overpowering. I mean, it was. .. it was smelling her ... back `` there ''. .. you know. This prison term, 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 easygoing it was, but I mademyself to do it anyway.

'' Stop ! '' Keri commanded. `` Now, see directly at her and say how much you love her feeling. ``

I did as she commanded even though I had to lie. I did it by substitution. What I mean is that while I was saying how much I loved the aroma of her ass I was mentally substituting that I loved fondling her hindquarters cheeks. I told her I craved the tone of her ass while actually remembering the feel of it cupped in my hand."Your ass smells like heaven"-- - ( your hind end cheeks are angelical 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 struggle with it that much but speak those Good Book anyway is good enough to be considered. ``

Unlike Allen, I was required to stay for an hour and keep my nose in Aria 's rear-end, smelling her and telling her how a lot I loved it. When Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen picked me up later he seemed delight that I had grown in the appreciation of girl-ass and I had to agree because, for whatever grounds, I had n't bothered to rid my face of her scent.

Allen gained a conditional membership in just four mean solar day. Mine took six. We were told that conditional rank lasted for eight calendar week and at the end of that meter, we needed to have got achieved full membership or we would fall back all membership altogether. Of course, we wanted to bed how to gain full rank and that is why Allen scheduled a day for his bit test and within hours, I scheduled my day.

With our conditional memberships, we went to A.J. 's nd those humble rooms and the gage girls with their inkiness maid 's outfits with single Patrick White stripes came to us and we fondled and kissed and, of class because it was required, we butt sniffed a lot of lady friend and praised their olfactory property. I was still faking portion of that hold but I found myself perhaps accruing somewhat of an addiction.

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

My appointment was the succeeding day with doubts about whether I could do whatever was required. I was led to a room nearer the end of the recollective hallway.

Keri ushered a half-dozen missy into the way to place upright before me while I was sitting on the story. They were gorgeous and all dressed in skunk outfits except that they all bore two Edward White stripe movement and back. Keri told me I would choose the one girlfriend who appealed to me most/ She had them turn around and do mid-nineties and that is when I thought I might have fallen in love.

There was a girl near the end of the line with perfectly spread hips and a stark rear-end with canyon tail down the center of her slender panties. Although I had struggled to be intimate the smell of girls'butts, I had all I could do to keep open 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 take been the very start fourth dimension that I ever truly worshiped a girl 's ass because that is the first time I truly wanted to smell it.

Keri had them straighten and plough 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 verbalize. She looked to be about 20 with Pomaderris apetala optic that quickly took me captive.

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

I suddenly realized something : Sniffing chaise 's butt joint, or any girl, is the most familiar and personal way of experiencing a young lady. She is permitting you to take a breath in her most-intimate and most-private berth, 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 true ass worship did n't live without buttsniffing and speaking tidings of love for a lady friend 's most private scent, then it meant to adore chaise, I needed to sniff her butt and enjoy it. I suppose my optic 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 flavour. It was reliable worship ; pure and unmitigated. I sniffed and praised and smelled and adored. I became lost in the depths of Shay 's dark and mysterious wonderland. Buttsniffing had made no sense in the get-go but now, with this hazel-eyed lady friend, it made all of the gumption in the world and it was promiscuous to separate her how much I loved her ass and her smell.

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

Keri explained that to get a permanent wave membership, I still had to pass"the second gear 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 osculate chaise 's ass do n't you ? ``

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

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

I had to make more of Shay. I had to buss that miss 's ass. I wanted membership and I wanted to sample more scum bag girls. I wanted to become a genuine ass worshiper.

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

After various minutes, she told me to contain but to keep my face in chaise 's ass. I felt Keri 's face come close to my pass on ear. `` Now William Jennings Bryan, this is very special and maybe not well-fixed. But it 's requisite if you want Shay 's ass and all of the joys of A.J. 's. ``

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

'' Then, you keep your side 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 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 circumstances. I had to have her. I had to ask it.

'' Do it again, Shay ! '' Keri ordered and once again, air wafted through Shay 's pantie and ranch over my fount. This time, it lasted much longer and the heat of it warmed my skin while the mentation of it wrenched my gumption.

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

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

The answer came as quickly as the head. I was looking into shay 's optic and she was looking into mine and that had made it very personal. Our optic being put away and her flatus coming into my face was like some kind of bass, cryptical communication ; like some intimate connection was happening between us.

With a small smile, she farted again, right in my boldness. I received it as a very personal and common soldier natural 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 manner of resistance and I smelled her. I earnestly and honestly smelled Shay 's farts and took them in and knew that we were somehow bonding in strange but cryptic base.

Keri was pleased 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.

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

I think Keri noticed our budding family relationship because she dismissed Shay and brought in another young woman who bent over and farted in my look while Keri challenged me to turn out that fart-smelling was n't just because of chaise. I did the secure I could but the new female child 's fart were were mystifying and darker and nastier. And, she was n't chaise. Even so, I did actually begin to adapt because I realized that no matter who the daughter was, she was giving me something very special and personal and for that reason, I needed to love and appreciate and be thankful. And so I inhaled. I smelled the new miss 's farts completely.

Later, Keri brought Shay back so I could fondle and kiss her butt buttock and she even let Shay sit on my face and farting for ten min. Then, she brought in the former miss and had me do the Saami with her.

When I got home, I was excited. I told Ethan Allen how I had fallen in lovemaking with chaise 's ass and then her farts and how I had taken it from the second little girl just the Lapplander and how Keri believed I was enough of a true ass worshiper that she was forwarding my profile to the administrators for full membership.

Just as we received word that we would become full member, I asked Keri why facefarting was so important to A.J. Skunk 's. She reminded me about the Logos"feel"and how farting were convincing grounds of genuine ass worship, at least at A.J. dope 's.

"It 's not an accident that most of the lady friend here are dressed like skunks. You put your faces in their butts and they spray you with their olfactory property. See ? lowlife girls. '' And she explained the signification of grade insignia. No stripes meant a girl was not into ass worship and was probably just a greeter or a go-fer. One bar meant the girl was into ass worship via buttsniffing. And, two stripes was for facefarting girls. She said that"A.J."stood for the owner 's initials but members often thought of it as"Ass drug addict"which had led to the creation of the term"weed Junkies ”.

On our Nox of membership induction, we were finally admitted into the big room which had all of the noise and music and strait of a party. We were put on stools in the mall of what seemed to be a terpsichore flooring and the moderator, a lady who looked to be about 50, explained who we were and that we had become good fledged members and had been recommended by Keri and many of the crumb girlfriend and we were not lonesome buttsniffers but were also fartfaces.

Members clapped and cheered while we felt very proud. I noticed that a small-scale blonde cyprian and a fat older man missed the announcement because she was farting in his face and he was snorting like a pig. okey, that was a niggling ugly but I felt smug because I was new to the panorama yet I could already take a hit farts almost as beneficial as him.

We were put on our backs on a stage and ten little girl in double-stripe outfits took turns farting in our faces while fellow member howled and the pig held the bawd by the hips.

After that night, we were learn ass kissing"in the way that it was intended."It was n't just kisisng a female child 's butt cheeks but rather. .. actually. .. putting our mouths. .. you know. ... putting our mouths right on girls'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 beginning, it had seemed like pit. What I loved so much was that I could go to the order and either go to the briny room and kiss and smell young lady 's fanny at random or I could adopt a fille to a cover way and worship her ass and smell her rosebud and kiss it adoringly. Or, I could have girl sit on my face or serve me to grow in loving girl-farts, or deep-tongue her or, as with Shay, all of the above.

And yes, chaise and I dated. I would n't say we necessarily became boyfriend/girlfriend, but we did in the sensory faculty 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 buns while she fingered herself to orgasm.

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

Sometimes we would duplicate particular date and while I was fucking Shay in the ass with my clapper, Elissa was stinking the seat up unbearably by farting all over Allen Stewart Konigsberg 's face. Shay 's farts were beautifully scented but sometimes overpowered by the residual aromas 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 abstruse and sultry and sometimes romantic carnal knowledge 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 little girl 's ass is to put her on the gamey pedestal and what girl does n't love that ?

And so, The loyalty continues as does our need to sneak through the dark of night to A.J. crumb 's to engross in our strange and decadent act of worshiping ass the way it was intended. There is so much more to separate. Perhaps, another fourth dimension, 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 annulus, but we do have new posters so, as for now, those will have to do. If you happen to have sex her, please feature her get in touch with us. life-time is hell when the goddess you worship is only made of theme and is Scotch taped to the back of your door .