genre : ass worship, ass kissing, cuddling, licking, prat sniffing, facesitting and facefarting.


Woody Allen and I had several things in green which drew us into friendship early on in college. We were both from low town and we fell somewhere between the recording label of `` dweebish '' and `` geekish ''. Throw in a little `` nerdish '' and I think you get the mind.

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 former. Girls were like orphic goddesses and we had no thought how to approach them.

You might imagine the humor of one of us daring the other to utter to a somewhat girl and how the other would pull together himself and say he would do just that, as if some kind of wizard bravado-dust had befallen him and his life-time was about to change forever. Of course of action, it never happened.

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

Ours was a dark mission with certain risk should we ever be found out. We called it"The Allegiance"because we were sworn to secrecy and even more because our secret was so licentious. What was our secret ? We wanted to pay fealty to girl'cigarette. Yes, we were that pervert. We were ass worshipers. Can you imagine the danger ? Imagine being discovered wanting to kneel behind girls and fondle their buttocks and osculate them and speak words of reverence and devotion.

The popular guys might rule the day, but we ruled the miscreant Nox. Only we were brave enough to go after that neat decadence. We were the pioneers, or at least, we would be some day. Then, how the others would applaud !

And, we had an icon. We had full-sized, good colouring bill sticker of Jessica Biel on each of our doors. She was the supreme goddess of The dedication. We bowed to her. We kissed her ass until the posters dissolved and then we got others. We pledged devotedness 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 snog it with reverence.

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

In Oct, there were two days in which I could n't discover Woody 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 ? ''

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

'' You talked to a girl ? ''

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

Suddenly, he was either my nifty hero or my smashing liar. He explained how he had gotten down behind a little girl and how she had an amazing butt and how she had willingly let him caress her ass-loveliness and kiss her bottom. 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 derive with me ! ``

'' With you ? Where ? ``

He described a gild 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 basement, a private cabaret with no signs.

'' You have to come ! '' he insisted. `` Bryan, promised land is n't a million mile away. Heaven is powerful 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 memberships. She 's not a Skunk. ``

'' Skunk ? What the inferno. .. ? ``

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

He drove. I listened. He spoke of `` going with the flow rate '' and being"open 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 apprehension than the inhuman dark. We went to the backrest of the Mustang and down a narrow set of concrete stairs to a night green door.

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

He pushed a button and a feminine interpreter responded. Allen spoke two issue, two letters, and two Sir Thomas More bit and the doorway opened. We entered what seemed to be a hall. Although we heard party sounds, we could not see through a door ahead of us. A narrow hallway was to our left while a agrestic counter top to our right had a tall blonde missy writing in a ledger. She smiled but did n't nark to look up. She said Keri would be with us soon. She was wearing a disgraceful French maid 's outfit with course mesh stockings. She was gorgeous and her legs were amazing.

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

'' If you 're Gracie 's protagonist, then I 'm sure we 'll be fine. If not, then you will get the fucking out of here and not amount back. We have little margin for 'posers'. ``

She led us down the yearn hall. She was wearing a flowered peasant top with form-fitting khaki pant. Her butt was very round and, of grade, I could n't help oneself but gaze. Allen whispered, `` Do n't get any approximation. She 's bi. Not a stooge young lady. '' She led us to a room that was about ten feet by ten feet and dimly lit. Allen and I sat on the floor.

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

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 idolatry to it and, well, maybe that was a falsify Jessica, but if I ever met her, then I would do it for genuine. You could bet on that.

'' Are you telling me that you would rather worship a miss 's ass than fuck her ? ``

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

'' You would rather osculate a girl 's ass than have it away her ? '' she asked again. I nodded. I shrugged.

She hit release of her cell sound and an Asian girl appeared wearing a alike French maid 's outfit except that her short Black dress had two clean stripes down the center. Keri spoke softly to the young woman who nodded and bowed and left. After an ill at ease silence, there was a tap on the door followed by the most-stunning creature I had ever seen ! She was brunette with dark eyes, a sculptured aspect, and a small backtalk with full rim painted quite red. Her eyelash were extended beneath iridescent aqua eye shadow.

'' This is Aria '' Keri announced. `` turning and record them all incline, Aria. ``

As the girl slowly turned, she seemed to absorb our adoring center. She was about five-foot-five and wearing a housemaid 's dress with a exclusive white stripe and her wearing apparel revealed her shapely thighs at the same level as my line of sight. She smiled as she slowly turned and then. .. her visibility. .. her. .. her butt ! She was wearing soft and slim white bikini panties that hugged her very bout ass and when she was fully turned with her back to me, I could imagine every lineation of her glorious glutious. I was in awe and filled with butt lustfulness. She continued to ferment and the vision of her bottom began to proceed out of good deal.

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

My pass bobbed more than than I intended.

'' Aria, why do n't you give Bryan a lilliputian display ? have us a ninety. ``

Aria stepped toward me until she was standing no more than three human foot from me as she began to slowly turn. Although I was untried and healthy, I thought my heart would stop. She continued to turn over until she was standing right before me. .. right wing before me ! Her butt. .. her butt was. .. it was three pes directly in front of my face ! Never had a young woman 's butt been so tightlipped ! 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 helping hand on her articulatio coxae, spread her feet as encompassing as her shoulders, and slowly, slowly began to deflect at the waist. She continued to bend and her maid 's garb rose and her pantied bottom became more and more seeable as did the lust within me.

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

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

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

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 obedience than sheer butt lust.

My hand went to her soaker left ass cheek and I timidly squeezed it with my finger's breadth. My entire dead body shook. Ethan Allen whispered for me to actually feel it up and stop being so damned uptight. I was n't restive. I was just in awe of the first girl-ass I had ever touched. My paw cupped her ass and electric stupor went through me and the spirit registered into the banks of my infinite memories.

Before I expected, Keri stopped my smooching of Aria 's ass. I was so wannabee she would let me osculate it. It was right there in front of my human face, bent-grass over and beautiful. She HAD to let me buss it ! Even just one time ! Let my lips go where my bridge player had been.

'' Did you like that, Bryan ? '' Keri asked. My head was gushing with nods. Aria had straightened her posture, brushed her light clothes into place, and stood facing us once again. `` Do you want more ? More might aid you to pass the world-class test."

'' trial ? '' I managed to ask.

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

'' You want to a greater extent of Aria 's ass, do n't you ?"asked Keri."Well, what you have so far is a coquette. What comes future is a trial. It may be easy for you. It may be difficult. Either way, it is indispensable. If you pass, you may be permitted to descend here regularly and have all kinds of pretty butt end. You want that do n't you ? Are you ready ? ``

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

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

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

Keri came close. `` Just retrieve how you could be with beautiful seat all the time. Ass goddesses. Imagine ! Since you said you are set for the test, then be active your fount closer. Yes, just like that. This is the trial you must lapse Bryan."She paused and leaned closer."Sniff her fanny ! ``

What ? What the Scheol ? Ass adoration was fondling and kissing but it sure as inferno had never including sniffing mortal 's ass !

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

'' Yes William Jennings Bryan, '' Keri said. `` Listen to your friend. He 's already done it and his membership is already being processed. You want to be a member and have lots of ass like he will get, do n't you ? Now that you know how to get it, put your nose right there. .. `` she said while pointing to the very essence of Aria 's dilute step-in. `` Right there and then smell her ! '' When nothing happened for a few arcsecond, she commanded, `` NOW Bryan ! If you know what 's good for you, then sniff her keister ! NOW ! ``

Her command was forceful and as a person, I am not, so it was more the strength of her vocalisation that caused me to promote my aspect forward and my pry into Aria 's wickedness canyon and then. .. okay I admit it. .. I. .. I sniffed her hind end.

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

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

The hands pushed my head forward and I did n't resist and my nose went into the backside of Aria 's step-in and I sniffed her again and again. The smell was revolting but I figured if I did it this time and became a member, I would n't be required to do it again. I smelled her over and over and my aspect wrenched. I mean, I was. .. I was sniffing a fille. .. 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 assignable so I kept sniffing until Keri told me to stop and the two hands pulled my head back. Aria straightened herself and turned to confront us. She seemed to have a bit of a satisfied smile.

'' You did well, '' Keri praised. `` Do you cognize 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 carry a couple of lap then move on to trying to fuck the lady friend. Nooooo, that is not an ass believer. We learned a yearn meter ago that the one affair that TRUE ass worshiper have in vulgar is smell. They all love it. So, if a guy is n't a on-key ass believer, we 'll find out soon enough. Those eccentric all run out of here like wimpy footling puppies with their keister between their ramification. But the sniffers, yeah, that 's what we want. ``

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

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

What ? How could I not birth passed ? I had sniffed Aria 's ass just like she told me to and for as long as she told me to.

'' There 's a second share and it is as significant. You see. .. `` she moved closer. `` You see. .. ass goddesses must KNOW that you love their feeling. If the scent is what separates ass worshipper from the relief then you must let her know that you love it. Ass goddesses are here to be adored. If you do n't adore their odor, then you are a poser and they have no use for you."

Woody Allen nudged me again. `` Listen. It 's authoritative. ``

'' So Bryan, '' Keri said, `` you will sniff Aria 's tail. You will sniffle it and smell it fully and you will tell her that you are in love life with that smell. Do you understand ? It does n't matter 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 shadowed crevice of her pantie and I knew what I had to do. Somehow, I knew it was veracious. I was beginning to translate that buttsniffing was indeed share of ass worship and either I adjusted to it I was n't a worshiper and I had to reckon for some other erotic pursuit, the vista of which made me dreadful. I knew they were rightfield. 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 typeface in Aria 's stave ass. I felt her cigaret cheeks against my face cheeks. Her boldness were mild 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 metre. I had to force myself to keep my brass snug against her hindquarters because the olfaction was almost overpowering. I mean, it was. .. it was smelling her ... back `` there ''. .. you know. This metre, no one was pushing my headland. I was willingly smelling it. I sniffed again and winced but forced myself to hold back my face right there. I sniffed again and again and I ca n't say that the more I sniffed the easier it was, but I mademyself to do it anyway.

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

I did as she commanded even though I had to lie. I did it by commutation. 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 butt cheeks. I told her I craved the smell of her ass while actually remembering the feel of it cupped in my script."Your ass smells like heaven"-- - ( your butt cheeks are angelic and should be kissed 24/7 ) -- -- that kind of thing.

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

Unlike Allen, I was required to stay for an minute and keep my nose in Aria 's rear-end, smelling her and telling her how much I loved it. When Allen picked me up later he seemed pleased that I had grown in the appreciation of girl-ass and I had to jibe because, for whatever reasonableness, I had n't bothered to rid my look of her scent.

Allen gained a conditional membership in just four days. Mine took six. We were told that conditional memberships lasted for eight weeks and at the end of that time, we needed to have achieved total membership or we would lose all rank altogether. Of course, we wanted to know how to gain full rank and that is why Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen scheduled a day for his second psychometric test and within time of day, I scheduled my day.

With our conditional memberships, we went to A.J. 's nd those humble way and the Skunk girls with their black maid 's turnout with single white stripe came to us and we fondled and kissed and, of course of instruction because it was required, we butt sniffed a lot of girlfriend and praised their smell. I was still faking percentage of that appreciation but I found myself perhaps accruing somewhat of an addiction.

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

My naming was the next day with question about whether I could do whatever was required. I was led to a room nearer the end of the hanker hallway.

Keri ushered a vi girls into the room to resist before me while I was sitting on the floor. They were gorgeous and all dressed in pot outfits except that they all bore two gabardine grade insignia straw man and back. Keri told me I would prefer the one young woman who appealed to me most/ She had them turn around and do ninety and that is when I thought I might make fallen in love.

There was a young woman near the end of the bloodline with perfectly spread hip joint and a perfect rear-end with canyon trace down the sum of her melt off panties. Although I had struggled to love the smell of daughter'fag, I had all I could do to keep on from leaping forward and burying my olfactory organ in that girl 's ass and smelling it fully. She was THAT gorgeous. In a way, I think that might have been the very maiden clip that I ever truly worshiped a girl 's ass because that is the showtime time I truly wanted to smell out it.

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

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

I suddenly realized something : Sniffing Shay 's seat, or any girl, is the most intimate and personal way of experiencing a girl. She is permitting you to breathe in her most-intimate and most-private place, giving you something that is extraordinarily personal. That alone is worthy of appreciation which includes idolisation which equals ass adoration. And, since I had learned that true ass worship did n't subsist without buttsniffing and speaking words of making love for a daughter 's most individual perfume, then it meant to adore Shay, I needed to sniff her butt and lie with it. I suppose my heart were like that of a droopy and pleading pup dog.

I was so fix to smell her and when Keri had her bend around and ninety herself into position, my intrude went eagerly to her ass and I truthfully worshiped her spirit. It was reliable adoration ; pure and unmitigated. I sniffed and praised and smelled and adored. I became lost in the deepness of shay 's dark and mystical wonderland. Buttsniffing had made no signified in the beginning but now, with this hazel-eyed girl, it made all of the sense in the universe and it was easy to tell her how much I loved her ass and her smell.

shay was told to maltreat away and stand-to. When she did, our eyes 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 grammatical construction of adoration.

Keri explained that to get a perm membership, I still had to pass"the moment run ”. She asked if I wanted more than of Shay and I said"Yes ! Yes !"and Keri emphasized, `` It 's all or cypher now, Boy Orator of the Platte. 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, commend, it 's now or never. Comprende'? ``

I had to have more of chaise. I had to kiss that young woman 's ass. I wanted membership and I wanted to sample more than Skunk girls. I wanted to become a true ass worshiper.

Keri advised Shay to re-start her 90 spot and for me to once again start sniffing because `` It will get you break prepared for the test ''.

After several minutes, she told me to bar but to keep my face in shay 's ass. I felt Keri 's nerve come close to my left ear. `` Now Boy Orator of the Platte, this is very limited 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 face 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 keister 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 have her. I had to take it.

'' Do it again, shay ! '' Keri ordered and once again, air wafted through Shay 's step-in and spread over my face. This prison term, it lasted much longer and the heating plant of it warmed my skin while the persuasion of it wrenched my guts.

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

Shay looked over her left shoulder and back at me. She had a coquettish grinning and I felt her pelvic girdle move and then. .. once again. .. she farted right in my expression ! Unlike before, I did n't scramble. I accepted it. I surrendered to it. Why ?

The solvent came as quickly as the interrogation. I was looking into Shay 's eyes and she was looking into mine and that had made it very personal. Our eyes being locked and her fart coming into my nerve was like some kind of late, deep communicating ; like some intimate connection was happening between us.

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

Keri was pleased and said it was better than how Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen had done and I felt proud. Odd to conceive about that ; feeling proud to be a fartface.

Shay tapped the side of my face and I again looked into her centre 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 chaise and brought in another girl who bent over and farted in my face while Keri challenged me to prove that fart-smelling was n't just because of Shay. I did the advantageously I could but the new girl 's farts were were deeper and darker and nastier. And, she was n't shay. Even so, I did actually begin to adjust because I realized that no matter who the girl was, she was giving me something very particular and personal and for that understanding, I needed to do it and appreciate and be grateful. And so I inhaled. I smelled the new girl 's farts completely.

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

When I got home plate, I was excited. I told Allen how I had fallen in love with chaise 's ass and then her fart and how I had taken it from the moment girl just the same and how Keri believed I was enough of a honest ass believer that she was forwarding my profile to the decision maker for full membership.

Just as we received news show that we would suit full members, I asked Keri why facefarting was so important to A.J. stinkpot 's. She reminded me about the watchword"smell"and how fart were convincing grounds of true ass worship, at least at A.J. dope 's.

"It 's not an fortuity that most of the young woman here are dressed like weed. You put your faces in their tail end and they spray you with their odor. See ? lowlife fille. '' And she explained the meaning of band. No bar meant a young woman was not into ass worship and was probably just a saluter or a go-fer. One stripe meant the little girl was into ass worship via buttsniffing. And, two grade insignia was for facefarting girls. She said that"A.J."stood for the owner 's initials but phallus often thought of it as"Ass Junkies"which had led to the creation of the condition"bum addict ”.

On our night of membership inductance, we were finally admitted into the big room which had all of the noise and medicine and sounds of a party. We were put on stools in the center of what seemed to be a dance floor and the moderator, a dame who looked to be about 50, explained who we were and that we had become full mature penis and had been recommended by Keri and many of the scum bag girls and we were not only buttsniffers but were also fartfaces.

Members clapped and cheered while we felt very proud. I noticed that a small blond tart and a fat older man missed the promulgation because she was farting in his human face and he was snorting like a pig. okeh, that was a lilliputian ugly but I felt smug because I was new to the scene yet I could already snort farts almost as just as him.

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

After that dark, we were instruct ass kissing"in the way that it was intended."It was n't just kisisng a miss 's butt cheek but rather. .. actually. .. putting our mouth. .. you know. ... putting our backtalk right on girlfriend'bronze gang and kissing. And then, not just kissing it but making out with it. Licking and deep-tonguing became our signifier of sexual sex act 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 hell. What I loved so very much was that I could go to the club and either go to the briny room and candy kiss and smell female child 's fucking at random or I could take a daughter to a back room and worship her ass and smell her rosebud and kiss it adoringly. Or, I could induce miss 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 ring and when we had sex, it was with my tongue buried in her seat while she fingered herself to orgasm.

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

Sometimes we would double day of the month 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 face. shay 's farts were beautifully scented but sometimes overpowered by the residuary smell that Elissa expelled.

okeh, 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 amatory intercourse between an ass goddess and those of us who worship them and it can not be replicated by any other cast of intimacy that I know. Worshiping a lady friend 's ass is to put her on the highest base and what girl does n't love that ?

And so, The Allegiance continues as does our need to sneak through the dark of night to A.J. bum 's to engage in our strange and decadent 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 ring, but we do have new posters so, as for now, those will induce to do. If you happen to have it away her, please have her get in touch with us. lifespan is hell when the goddess you worship is only made of newspaper and is Scotch taped to the book binding of your door .