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


Woody Allen and I had several affair in common which drew us into friendship early in college. We were both from humble towns and we fell somewhere between the recording label of `` dweebish '' and `` geekish ''. Throw in a short `` nerdish '' and I think you get the idea.

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

You might imagine the humor of one of us daring the other to talk to a jolly daughter and how the other would gather himself and say he would do just that, as if some form of sorcerous bravado-dust had befallen him and his life was about to modify forever. Of course, it never happened.

The most adhesive bail bond of our friendly relationship was our brotherhood in something so diabolical and cover 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 pop students who just had no idea.

Ours was a morose 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 secret ? We wanted to pay allegiance to female child'hind end. Yes, we were that deviant. We were ass worshiper. Can you imagine the risk ? Imagine being discovered wanting to kneel behind girls and fondle their buttocks and kiss them and speak words of reverence and devotion.

The popular guy rope might rule the daytime, but we ruled the miscreant night. Only we were brave enough to pursue that cracking degeneracy. We were the groundbreaker, or at least, we would be some day. Then, how the others would acclaim !

And, we had an icon. We had full-sized, to the full colouring card 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 poster dissolved and then we got others. We pledged devotion to her ample rear-end and we promised that someday, we would come out the low fold of Biel and our the great unwashed would all kneel and praise her ampleness and snog it with awe.

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

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

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

'' Did what ? ''

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

'' You talked to a miss ? ''

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

Suddenly, he was either my greatest Hero or my not bad liar. He explained how he had gotten down behind a girl and how she had an amazing goat and how she had willingly let him fondle her ass-loveliness and osculate 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 fare 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 common soldier golf club with no signs.

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

'' Keri ? ``

'' Goth-girl. ``

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

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

'' dope ? What the Inferno. .. ? ``

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

He drove. I listened. He spoke of `` going with the flow '' and being"overt to new matter ”. `` Willingness, Bryan. Willingness. The leave shall inherit the pulp, or something like that."

He parked his older Toyota. I was shaking more from pinch than the cold night. We went to the back of the Mustang and down a contract set of concrete footprint to a wickedness green doorway.

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 routine, two letters, and two more numbers and the room access opened. We entered what seemed to be a antechamber. Although we heard party sounds, we could not see through a door ahead of us. A narrow down hall was to our left while a rustic counter top to our rightfulness had a marvellous blond girl 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 dim 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 tintinnabulation through her lower lip, and tattoos in various berth. Allen Stewart Konigsberg introduced me and although she seemed friendly, she also seemed cautious.

'' If you 're Allen 's friend, then I 'm sure we 'll be exquisitely. If not, then you will get the piece of ass out of here and not get along back. We have little tolerance for 'posers'. ``

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

'' Allen says you are an ass worshiper, Boy Orator of the Platte. 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 Bible 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 worship a young woman 's ass than get it on her ? ``

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

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

She hit clit of her cell phone and an Asiatic girl appeared wearing a interchangeable French maiden 's turnout except that her short circuit black garb had two white stripes down the substance. 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 middle, a grave face, and a small mouth with full lips painted quite red. Her eyelashes were extended beneath iridescent peacock blue eye shadow.

'' This is Aria '' Keri announced. `` crook and evince them all sides, Aria. ``

As the girl slowly turned, she seemed to absorb our adoring center. She was about five-foot-five and wearing a amah 's dress with a single white grade insignia and her dress revealed her shapely thighs at the Saami level as my line of sight. She smiled as she slowly turned and then. .. her profile. .. her. .. her buttocks ! She was wearing cushy and thin white bikini panties that hugged her very round ass and when she was fully turned with her back to me, I could envisage every outline of her brilliant glutious. I was in awe and filled with butt lust. She continued to turn and the visual sensation of her seat began to move out of sight.

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

My straits bobbed more than I intended.

'' Aria, why do n't you give Bryan a niggling show ? chip in us a 90. ``

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 hefty, I thought my heart would contain. She continued to turn until she was standing right before me. .. right before me ! Her stub. .. her butt was. .. it was three base directly in strawman of my face ! Never had a female child 's coffin nail been so close ! I was breathless. She was a goddess. I was null more than a butt-pauper.

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

Aria put her workforce on her rosehip, spread her foundation as all-encompassing as her shoulders, and slowly, slowly began to bend at the waist. She continued to bend and her maid 's wearing apparel rose and her pantied merchant ship became more and more visible as did the lecherousness within me.

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

'' You may fondle, Boy Orator of the Platte. Just the depart side of meat. ``

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

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 miss 's ass, I was about to do it more from obedience than sheer tooshie lust.

My hand went to her lush left ass cheek and I timidly squeezed it with my finger. My intact body shook. Woody Allen whispered for me to actually feel it up and stop being so damned uptight. I was n't jumpy. I was just in awe of the initiative girl-ass I had ever touched. My hand cupped her ass and electric shock absorber went through me and the feel registered into the Banks of my infinite memories.

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

'' Did you like that, Bryan ? '' Keri asked. My chief was burbly with nods. Aria had straightened her military capability, brushed her unretentive attire into place, and stood facing us once again. `` Do you want more ? to a greater extent might avail you to go across the kickoff test."

'' Test ? '' I managed to ask.

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

'' You want Thomas More of Aria 's ass, do n't you ?"asked Keri."Well, what you have so far is a tease. What comes future is a test. It may be sluttish for you. It may be difficult. Either way, it is essential. If you pass, you may be permitted to amount here regularly and have all kinds of fairly butts. You want that do n't you ? Are you make ? ``

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

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

I watched and panted and the shapely brunette turned and her butt-profile came into panorama and then. .. then, she was standing with her vertebral column to me once again. I could see her ass in those thin panties under that brusque frilly maid 's frock. Then, she began bending. So did my insides. Her dress rose, her ass became visible, her panties stretched, and soon she was standing with a wide-cut bendover, right in social movement of my face. I marveled. I nearly prayed. I was so in awe.

Keri came close. `` Just think how you could be with beautiful butts all the time. Ass goddesses. Imagine ! Since you said you are make for the trial run, then affect your face closer. Yes, just like that. This is the test you must buy the farm Bryan."She paused and leaned finisher."sniff her butt ! ``

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

'' Bryan, do it ! '' Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen added. `` Do it ! Do n't fuck up ! ``

'' Yes Bryan, '' Keri said. `` Listen to your friend. He 's already done it and his membership is already being processed. You want to be a 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 center of Aria 's unfold step-in. `` Right there and then smack her ! '' When null happened for a few seconds, she commanded, `` NOW Bryan ! If you know what 's dependable for you, then sniff her butt ! NOW ! ``

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

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

'' sustenance smelling her ! '' Keri admonished while Gracie Allen agreed.

The handwriting pushed my head forward and I did n't fend and my nose went into the seat of Aria 's scanty 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 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 conveyable so I kept sniffing until Keri told me to break and the two hands pulled my pass back. Aria straightened herself and turned to face us. She seemed to have a bit of a fill smile.

'' You did well, '' Keri praised. `` Do you know why it was important for you to do that ? It 's because we get Guy who say they are ass worshipers but all they want is to take a match of licks then move on to trying to lie with the girl. Nooooo, that is not an ass worshiper. We learned a long sentence ago that the one thing that TRUE ass worshipers have in coarse is smell. They all love it. So, if a guy is n't a true ass worshipper, we 'll find out soon enough. Those types all run out of here like wimpish piffling pup with their tails between their legs. But the sniffers, yeah, that 's what we want. ``

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

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

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 component and it is as crucial. You see. .. `` she moved closer. `` You see. .. ass goddesses must recognise that you love their scent. If the tone is what separates ass worshipers from the rest then you must let her experience that you love it. Ass goddesses are here to be adored. If you do n't adore their smell, then you are a poser and they have no use for you."

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

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

Again, Aria turned her buttocks to me and she bent over just as before and I was staring at her widen hips and the shade off fissure of her panties and I knew what I had to do. Somehow, I knew it was right. I was beginning to empathize 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 by-line, the prospect of which made me fearful. I knew they were right. I had to put my olfactory organ in Aria 's ass and I had to not only smack 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 butt cheeks against my face cheeks. Her cheeks were soft yet taut while mine felt flushed. Then. .. I. .. I smelled it. It was as if I was smelling it for the get-go and I suppose that is because I was smelling girl-ass on my own for the first clip. I had to force myself to keep my face snug against her buttocks because the smell 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 retain my face right there. I sniffed again and again and I ca n't say that the Thomas More I sniffed the easier it was, but I mademyself to do it anyway.

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

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 lots I loved the aroma of her ass I was mentally substituting that I loved fondling her rump impudence. I told her I craved the smell of her ass while actually remembering the feel of it cupped in my hand."Your ass smelling like heaven"-- - ( your fanny cheeks are angelical and should be kissed 24/7 ) -- -- that form of thing.

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

Unlike Allen, I was required to last out for an minute and go along my olfactory organ in Aria 's rear-end, smelling her and telling her how often I loved it. When Allen picked me up later he seemed pleased that I had grown in the taste of girl-ass and I had to agree because, for whatever rationality, I had n't bothered to rid my nerve of her scent.

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

With our conditional memberships, we went to A.J. 's nd those pocket-sized rooms and the so-and-so girls with their black maid 's outfits with single white stripes came to us and we fondled and kissed and, of course because it was required, we butt sniffed a lot of young woman and praised their smell. I was still faking section 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 ineffectual to excuse why.

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

Keri ushered a half-dozen girls into the room to stand before me while I was sitting on the floor. They were gorgeous and all dressed in sess kit except that they all bore two White person chevron front line 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 let fallen in love.

There was a girl near the end of the line with perfectly spread rosehip and a hone rear-end with canon shadows down the center of her cut pantie. Although I had struggled to love the olfactory sensation of girls'butts, I had all I could do to keep from leaping forward and burying my olfactory organ in that daughter 's ass and smelling it fully. She was THAT gorgeous. In a way, I think that might sustain been the very get-go prison term that I ever truly worshiped a little girl 's ass because that is the first time I truly wanted to reek it.

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

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

I suddenly realized something : Sniffing chaise 's fanny, or any female child, is the most cozy and personal way of experiencing a girlfriend. 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 taste which includes idolisation 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 girlfriend 's most private smell, 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 puppy dog.

I was so ready to reek her and when Keri had her go around and ninety herself into military position, my nose went eagerly to her ass and I truthfully worshiped her smell. It was honest worship ; pure and unmitigated. I sniffed and praised and smelled and adored. I became lost in the deepness of Shay 's wickedness and mystical wonderland. Buttsniffing had made no sense in the source but now, with this hazel-eyed fille, it made all of the sense in the creation and it was wanton to secernate her how very much I loved her ass and her smell.

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

Keri explained that to get a permanent membership, I still had to pass"the second exam ”. She asked if I wanted more of chaise and I said"Yes ! Yes !"and Keri emphasized, `` It 's all or cipher 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 head cranked up and down like a bobble-head.

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

I had to have Thomas More of chaise. I had to kiss that girl 's ass. I wanted membership and I wanted to try out more gage young woman. I wanted to become a unfeigned ass worshiper.

Keri advised shay to resume her ninety location and for me to once again embark on sniffing because `` It will get you meliorate prepared for the test ''.

After several moment, she told me to stop but to maintain my face in chaise 's ass. I felt Keri 's face come close to my provide ear. `` Now William Jennings Bryan, this is very peculiar and maybe not easy. But it 's necessity if you want shay 's ass and all of the joys of A.J. 's. ``

With my face still in shay 's stooge, I nodded slightly.

'' Then, you keep your expression right there. No matter what, you keep your facial expression 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. .. 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 stimulate 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 human face. This fourth dimension, it lasted much longer and the heat of it warmed my skin while the mentation of it wrenched my guts.

'' Keep your brass 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 hips move and then. .. once again. .. she farted right in my cheek ! Unlike before, I did n't struggle. I accepted it. I surrendered to it. Why ?

The solvent 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 eye being mesh and her fart coming into my face was like some sort of oceanic abyss, deep communicating ; like some intimate connection was happening between us.

With a modest smile, she farted again, right in my face. I received it as a very personal and secret gift and not one she would give to just anyone. She was giving me something from her very inwardness and by inhaling her farts, I was consuming some intimate function 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 foreign but deep basis.

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

Shay tapped the English 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 relationship because she dismissed chaise and brought in another young woman who bent over and farted in my face while Keri challenged me to leaven that fart-smelling was n't just because of shay. I did the better I could but the new young woman 's farting were were deeper and darker and nastier. And, she was n't Shay. Even so, I did actually begin to adapt because I realized that no matter who the daughter was, she was giving me something very special and personal and for that rationality, I needed to make out and appreciate and be thankful. And so I inhaled. I smelled the new little girl 's fart completely.

Later, Keri brought Shay back so I could fondle and snog her butt brass and she even let chaise sit on my human 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, I was excited. I told Woody Allen how I had fallen in love with Shay 's ass and then her flatus and how I had taken it from the second base girl just the Saame and how Keri believed I was enough of a true ass believer that she was forwarding my profile to the executive for good membership.

Just as we received news that we would suit wax members, I asked Keri why facefarting was so authoritative to A.J. shutout 's. She reminded me about the Son"smelling"and how breaking wind were convincing evidence of on-key ass worship, at least at A.J. Skunk 's.

"It 's not an accident that most of the lady friend here are dressed like sens. You put your faces in their fanny and they spray you with their scent. See ? Skunk girls. '' And she explained the meaning of chevron. No stripes meant a girl was not into ass worship and was probably just a greeter or a go-fer. One grade insignia 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 extremity often thought of it as"Ass Junkies"which had led to the universe of the terminus"skunk drug addict ”.

On our dark of membership trigger, we were finally admitted into the big room which had all of the noise and euphony and strait of a political party. We were put on stools in the nub of what seemed to be a dance floor and the moderator, a lady who looked to be about 50, explained who we were and that we had become to the full fledged penis and had been recommended by Keri and many of the Skunk 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 aged man missed the announcements because she was farting in his face and he was snorting like a pig. Okay, that was a niggling ugly but I felt smug because I was new to the scene yet I could already snort farts almost as sound as him.

We were put on our backs on a stagecoach and ten young lady in double-stripe turnout took turns wind in our faces while members howled and the pig held the woman of the street by the hips.

After that night, we were instruct ass kissing"in the way that it was intended."It was n't just kisisng a young lady 's cigarette cheeks but rather. .. actually. .. putting our oral fissure. .. you know. ... putting our lip right on girls'bronze halo and kissing. And then, not just kissing it but making out with it. Licking and deep-tonguing became our anatomy 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 get-go, it had seemed like Inferno. What I loved so practically was that I could go to the club and either go to the independent room and kiss and tone daughter 's shtup at random or I could direct a girl to a cover room and adoration her ass and reek her rosebud and buss it adoringly. Or, I could have girl sit on my nerve or assist me to turn 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 sense that I fell in honey with her ass and when we made out, I made out with her pack and when we had sex, it was with my clapper buried in her coffin nail while she fingered herself to orgasm.

Allen also had a butt-girlfriend. She was a small thinner than most but he loved her ass. He had become a fart nut 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 lady friend I had ever met.

Sometimes we would double up escort and while I was fucking chaise in the ass with my tongue, Elissa was stinking the place up unbearably by farting all over Gracie Allen 's face. chaise 's fart were beautifully scented but sometimes overpowered by the residual smell 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 deep and fleshly and sometimes romantic intercourse between an ass goddess and those of us who worship them and it can not be replicated by any other form of intimacy that I know. Worshiping a girl 's ass is to put her on the high-pitched pedestal and what girl does n't get laid that ?

And so, The Allegiance continues as does our indigence to sneak through the dark of night to A.J. stinkpot 's to engage in our strange and decadent act of worshiping ass the way it was intended. There is so much more to severalize. Perhaps, another metre, but soon.

So far, we have not convinced Jessica Biel to sit on the toilet of our faces or to let us kneel and reverently kiss her bronze ring, but we do get new posters so, as for now, those will ingest to do. If you happen to know her, please have her get in touch with us. animation is hell when the goddess you worship is only made of paper and is Scotch malt whiskey taped to the back of your door .