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


Allen and I had several matter in usual which drew us into friendly relationship early in college. We were both from low townspeople and we fell somewhere between the labels of `` dweebish '' and `` geekish ''. Throw in a little `` nerdish '' and I think you get the idea.

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

You might imagine the humor of one of us daring the other to verbalize to a reasonably girl and how the other would gather himself and say he would do just that, as if some kind of wizardly bravado-dust had befallen him and his spirit was about to change forever. Of path, it never happened.

The most adhesive adhesiveness of our friendly relationship was our brotherhood in something so unholy and covert that we would not discuss it with anyone. We trusted our secret to each other while imagining just how evil and in darkness wicked and depraved we were, far beyond any of those popular students who just had no idea.

Ours was a dark 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 fille'butts. Yes, we were that deviant. We were ass worshipper. Can you imagine the peril ? Imagine being discovered wanting to kneel behind girls and caress their buttocks and osculate them and speak Scripture of fear and devotion.

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

And, we had an picture. We had full-sized, full color posting of Jessica Biel on each of our doorway. She was the sovereign goddess of The Allegiance. 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 fold of Biel and our people would all kneel and praise her ampleness and buss it with awe.

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

In Oct, there were two solar day in which I could n't rule Allen. Then, on the tierce, he showed up. He was unkempt and his oculus 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 girl 's ass ! ``

Suddenly, he was either my greatest hero or my greatest liar. He explained how he had gotten down behind a young woman and how she had an stupefy butt 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 honey -- -with her ass, of course.

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

'' With you ? Where ? ``

He described a nine 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 private club with no signs.

'' You have to come ! '' he insisted. `` Bryan, paradise is n't a million miles away. Heaven is justly here, at 7th and Atherton. You have to come. Keri wants to fit you. ``

'' Keri ? ``

'' Goth-girl. ``

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

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

'' Skunk ? What the the pits. .. ? ``

'' A.J. locoweed. figure of the club. 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 unforced shall inherit the shape, or something like that."

He parked his older Toyota. I was shaking Thomas More from apprehensiveness than the common cold night. We went to the back of the Mustang and down a narrow set of concrete stride to a dark K door.

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

He pushed a button and a feminine voice responded. Allen spoke two numbers, two letters, and two more figure and the room access opened. We entered what seemed to be a foyer. Although we heard political party strait, we could not see through a doorway ahead of us. A peg down hall was to our left while a rustic return top to our right had a tall blond girl writing in a book of account. She smiled but did n't bother to attend up. She said Keri would be with us soon. She was wearing a pitch-dark French maid 's getup with course mesh stockings. She was gorgeous and her wooden leg were amazing.

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

'' If you 're Ethan Allen 's friend, then I 'm sure we 'll be fine. If not, then you will get the nooky out of here and not come back. We have short allowance 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 class, I could n't help but stare. Allen whispered, `` Do n't get any ideas. She 's bi. Not a buttocks missy. '' She led us to a room that was about ten feet by ten groundwork and dimly lit. Allen and I sat on the floor.

'' Gracie 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 countersign of devotedness to it and, well, maybe that was a bull Jessica, but if I ever met her, then I would do it for literal. You could bet on that.

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

I did n't recognise what reply she wanted. I gave a shy nod.

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

She hit buttons of her cell phone and an Asiatic girlfriend appeared wearing a standardised French amah 's outfit except that her short blackened dress had two white stripes down the center. Keri spoke softly to the girl who nodded and bowed and left. After an restless silence, there was a tap on the threshold followed by the most-stunning animal I had ever seen ! She was brunette with dark eyes, a sculpture aspect, and a belittled sass with full lips painted quite red. Her cilium were extended beneath iridescent greenish blue eye shadow.

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

As the fille slowly turned, she seemed to absorb our adoring heart. She was about five-foot-five and wearing a maiden 's frock with a single white stripe and her dress revealed her shapely thighs at the Lapplander tier as my blood of great deal. She smiled as she slowly turned and then. .. her profile. .. her. .. her butt ! She was wearing soft and fragile white two-piece panty that hugged her very rotund ass and when she was fully turned with her back to me, I could conceive of every outline of her glorious glutious. I was in awe and filled with behind lust. She continued to turn and the visual sensation of her bottom began to move out of plenty.

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

My head bobbed Sir Thomas More than I intended.

'' Aria, why do n't you pass Boy Orator of the Platte a little display ? hand us a XC. ``

Aria stepped toward me until she was standing no more than three feet from me as she began to slowly change by reversal. Although I was young and healthy, I thought my nitty-gritty would stop. She continued to change by reversal until she was standing right before me. .. right hand before me ! Her butt. .. her prat was. .. it was three pes directly in forepart of my side ! Never had a girl 's butt been so close ! I was breathless. She was a goddess. I was zip to a greater extent than a butt-pauper.

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

Aria put her handwriting on her rose hip, spread her feet as wide as her articulatio humeri, and slowly, slowly began to bend at the waist. She continued to flex and her maidservant 's garb rose and her pantied bottom became more and more seeable as did the lustfulness within me.

She bent more until I suddenly knew what Keri had meant by the Christian Bible `` 90 ''. Aria was bent over ninety degrees and her stern was practically in my face and I was practically out of my mind. It was round. It was full. It was heavenly. I was n't worthy. But then, who could be ?

'' You may caress, Boy Orator of the Platte. Just the left field position. ``

I was paralyzed. Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen poked me. `` Do what you 're distinguish ! ``

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 girlfriend '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 fingers. My integral physical structure shook. Allen whispered for me to actually sense it up and end being so damned uptight. I was n't uptight. I was just in awe of the showtime girl-ass I had ever touched. My hand cupped her ass and electric jar went through me and the feel registered into the bank building of my infinite memories.

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

'' Did you like that, Bryan ? '' Keri asked. My head was effusive with nods. Aria had straightened her posture, brushed her suddenly attire into position, and stood facing us once again. `` Do you desire Thomas More ? More might help you to pass the first test."

'' examination ? '' I managed to ask.

Gracie whispered, `` Yeah Boy Orator of the Platte. Remember. Be uncoerced. ``

'' You want more of Aria 's ass, do n't you ?"asked Keri."Well, what you have so far is a tease. What comes next is a test. It may be easy for you. It may be difficult. Either way, it is essential. If you pass, you may be permitted to come here regularly and have all form of somewhat butts. You want that do n't you ? Are you make ? ``

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

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

I watched and panted and the shapely brunet turned and her butt-profile came into view and then. .. then, she was standing with her backbone to me once again. I could see her ass in those thin panty under that short-change frilly maid 's wearing apparel. Then, she began bending. So did my inside. Her dress rose, her ass became visible, her step-in stretched, and soon she was standing with a total bendover, right in front of my side. I marveled. I nearly prayed. I was so in awe.

Keri came close. `` Just cogitate how you could be with beautiful butts all the time. Ass goddesses. Imagine ! Since you said you are set up for the test, then actuate your face finisher. Yes, just like that. This is the test you must go Bryan."She paused and leaned nigher."Sniff her butt ! ``

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

'' Boy Orator of the Platte, do it ! '' Allen added. `` Do it ! Do n't roll in the hay 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 fellow member and have slews of ass like he will get, do n't you ? Now that you know how to get it, put your nose right hand there. .. `` she said while pointing to the very center of Aria 's dilute panties. `` Right there and then smell her ! '' When naught happened for a few arcsecond, she commanded, `` NOW William Jennings Bryan ! If you know what 's good for you, then sniff her butt ! NOW ! ``

Her command was forceful and as a soul, I am not, so it was more the posture of her voice that caused me to push my face forward and my nose into Aria 's wickedness canyon and then. .. okay I admit it. .. I. .. I sniffed her rear.

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

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

The paw pushed my head forward and I did n't resist and my nose went into the fanny of Aria 's panties and I sniffed her again and again. The smell was revolting but I figured if I did it this time and became a phallus, 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 transferrable so I kept sniffing until Keri told me to stop and the two hands pulled my top dog back. Aria straightened herself and turned to look us. She seemed to have a bit of a quenched smile.

'' You did well, '' Keri praised. `` Do you know why it was authoritative for you to do that ? It 's because we get bozo who say they are ass believer but all they want is to learn a pair of licks then move on to trying to do it the little girl. Nooooo, that is not an ass worshiper. We learned a long meter ago that the one thing that TRUE ass worshipper have in common 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 wimpy lilliputian puppy with their empennage between their leg. But the sniffers, yeah, that 's what we want. ``

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

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

What ? How could I not receive 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 instant part and it is as of import. You see. .. `` she moved closer. `` You see. .. ass goddesses must KNOW that you love their olfactory modality. If the spirit is what separates ass worshiper from the respite then you must let her know that you love it. Ass goddesses are here to be adored. If you do n't adore their odour, then you are a poser and they have no use for you."

Allen nudged me again. `` Listen. It 's of import. ``

'' So Bryan, '' Keri said, `` you will sniff Aria 's behind. You will sniffle it and sense it fully and you will secernate her that you are in dearest with that smell. Do you realize ? 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 broaden hips and the shadowed chap of her panty and I knew what I had to do. Somehow, I knew it was ripe. I was beginning to infer that buttsniffing was indeed part of ass worship and either I adjusted to it I was n't a believer and I had to look for some early erotic quest, the aspect of which made me fearful. I knew they were decent. I had to put my olfactory organ 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 side in Aria 's round ass. I felt her butt brass against my facial expression face. Her boldness were easy 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 get-go time. I had to force myself to keep my grimace snug against her buns because the odor was almost overpowering. I mean, it was. .. it was smelling her ... back `` there ''. .. you know. This sentence, no one was pushing my head. I was willingly smelling it. I sniffed again and winced but forced myself to continue my aspect 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.

'' halt ! '' Keri commanded. `` Now, attend directly at her and say how a great deal you love her look. ``

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 practically I loved the odor 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 bridge player."Your ass olfaction like nirvana"-- - ( your tail cheeks are angelic 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 struggle with it that much but speak those Christian Bible anyway is good enough to be considered. ``

Unlike Grace Ethel Cecile Rosalie Allen, I was required to stay for an hr and continue my nozzle in Aria 's rear-end, smelling her and telling her how lots I loved it. When Allen picked me up later he seemed pleased that I had grown in the perceptiveness of girl-ass and I had to agree because, for whatever reasons, I had n't bothered to rid my face of her scent.

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 prison term, we needed to sustain achieved broad membership or we would drop off all rank altogether. Of course, we wanted to know how to gain full rank and that is why Allen scheduled a day for his instant mental testing and within time of day, I scheduled my day.

With our conditional rank, we went to A.J. 's nd those small-scale suite and the puke girls with their black maidservant 's kit with unity tweed stripes came to us and we fondled and kissed and, of path because it was required, we butt sniffed a lot of young lady and praised their olfactory perception. I was still faking part of that appreciation but I found myself perhaps accruing somewhat of an addiction.

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

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

Keri ushered a half-dozen girlfriend into the room to stand before me while I was sitting on the floor. They were gorgeous and all dressed in skunk outfits except that they all bore two white stripes figurehead and back. Keri told me I would choose the one girl who appealed to me most/ She had them turn around and do nineties and that is when I thought I might stimulate fallen in love.

There was a girl near the end of the line with perfectly spread articulatio coxae and a perfect rear-end with canyon shadows down the center of her thin pantie. Although I had struggled to love the tone of girls'butts, I had all I could do to keep on from leaping forward and burying my nose in that young lady 's ass and smelling it fully. She was THAT gorgeous. In a way, I think that might have been the very first time that I ever truly worshiped a girl 's ass because that is the first-class honours degree time I truly wanted to reek 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 missy that I could n't even speak. She looked to be about 20 with hazel center 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 tail, or any girl, is the most intimate and personal way of experiencing a young lady. She is permitting you to catch one's breath in her most-intimate and most-private place, giving you something that is extraordinarily personal. That alone is worthy of discernment which includes adoration which equals ass adoration. And, since I had learned that true ass worship did n't survive without buttsniffing and speaking parole of passion for a fille 's most private odor, then it meant to adore Shay, I needed to sniff her butt and love it. I suppose my optic were like that of a droopy and pleading pup dog.

I was so cook to smell out her and when Keri had her bit around and ninety herself into 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 depths of chaise 's nighttime and mysterious wonderland. Buttsniffing had made no gumption in the root but now, with this hazel-eyed young woman, it made all of the gumption in the world and it was easy to tell her how much I loved her ass and her smell.

chaise was told to step 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 expressions of adoration.

Keri explained that to get a permanent rank, I still had to pass"the second test ”. She asked if I wanted Sir Thomas More of Shay and I said"Yes ! Yes !"and Keri emphasized, `` It 's all or nix 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 ingest to a greater extent of chaise. I had to buss that lady friend 's ass. I wanted membership and I wanted to taste more dirty dog girls. I wanted to become a true up ass worshiper.

Keri advised Shay to resume her 90 positioning and for me to once again initiate sniffing because `` It will get you in force prepared for the psychometric test ''.

After several hour, she told me to stop but to proceed my face in Shay 's ass. I felt Keri 's face come close to my left ear. `` Now Bryan, this is very limited and maybe not prosperous. But it 's necessary if you want shay 's ass and all of the pleasure of A.J. 's. ``

With my fount still in Shay 's stooge, I nodded slightly.

'' Then, you keep your face right there. No matter what, you keep your cheek right there. Now or never, buttface. empathise ? ``

I nodded again. I would do anyth -- --

What ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ?

I felt it. It could n't be ! shay had pushed her fanny 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 scanty and ranch over my case. This time, it lasted much longer and the heat of it warmed my cutis while the thought of it wrenched my guts.

'' keep your side in her ass, Great Commoner. Now or never ! You know that ! ``

shay looked over her left over articulatio humeri and back at me. She had a coquettish grin and I felt her rosehip move and then. .. once again. .. she farted right in my face ! Unlike before, I did n't shin. I accepted it. I surrendered to it. Why ?

The result came as quickly as the interrogative. I was looking into chaise 's eyes and she was looking into mine and that had made it very personal. Our heart being mesh and her farting coming into my grimace was like some sort of oceanic abyss, deep communicating ; like some intimate connection was happening between us.

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

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

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

I think Keri noticed our budding relationship because she dismissed chaise and brought in another girl who bent over and farted in my brass while Keri challenged me to testify that fart-smelling was n't just because of chaise. I did the best 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 adapt because I realized that no matter who the miss was, she was giving me something very particular and personal and for that intellect, I needed to love and treasure and be grateful. And so I inhaled. I smelled the new lady friend 's breaking wind 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 wind for ten minutes. Then, she brought in the other girl and had me do the Lapplander with her.

When I got home, I was excited. I told Gracie how I had fallen in making love with Shay 's ass and then her farting and how I had taken it from the second girl just the Saami and how Keri believed I was enough of a true ass worshiper that she was forwarding my profile to the administrator for full membership.

Just as we received intelligence that we would become full members, I asked Keri why facefarting was so important to A.J. sens 's. She reminded me about the word"olfactory modality"and how flatus were convincing evidence of true ass worship, at least at A.J. Skunk 's.

"It 's not an accident that most of the girls here are dressed like pot. You put your faces in their butts and they spray you with their smell. See ? crumb girls. '' And she explained the meaning of grade insignia. No bar meant a girlfriend was not into ass worship and was probably just a saluter or a go-fer. One chevron meant the girl was into ass worship via buttsniffing. And, two banding was for facefarting female child. She said that"A.J."stood for the possessor 's initials but penis often thought of it as"Ass Junkies"which had led to the creation of the term"bum Junkies ”.

On our night of rank generalisation, we were finally admitted into the big way which had all of the racket and music and sounds of a political party. We were put on fecal matter in the center of what seemed to be a dance flooring and the moderator, a dame who looked to be about 50, explained who we were and that we had become full fledged fellow member and had been recommended by Keri and many of the lowlife lady friend and we were not but buttsniffers but were also fartfaces.

fellow member clapped and cheered while we felt very lofty. I noticed that a pocket-sized blond whore and a fat older man missed the promulgation because she was farting in his face and he was snorting like a pig. O.K., that was a little ugly but I felt smug because I was new to the fit yet I could already take a hit farts almost as estimable as him.

We were put on our rachis on a stage and ten girls in double-stripe outfits took turns farting in our faces while members howled and the pig held the sporting lady by the hip joint.

After that dark, we were taught ass kissing"in the way that it was intended."It was n't just kisisng a missy 's seat cheeks but rather. .. actually. .. putting our sass. .. you know. ... putting our mouths right on fille'bronze band and kissing. And then, not just kissing it but making out with it. Licking and deep-tonguing became our sort of sexual relation 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 often was that I could go to the club and either go to the main elbow room and kiss and smell lady friend 's roll in the hay at random or I could exact a fille to a back room and worship her ass and smell her rosebud and kiss it adoringly. Or, I could deliver girls sit on my font or help me to uprise 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 horse sense that I fell in love with her ass and when we made out, I made out with her pack and when we had sex, it was with my tongue buried in her butt while she fingered herself to orgasm.

Allen also had a butt-girlfriend. She was a footling thinner than well-nigh 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 date and while I was fucking shay in the ass with my spit, Elissa was stinking the space up unbearably by farting all over Allen 's typeface. chaise 's farts were beautifully scented but sometimes overpowered by the residuary aromas that Elissa expelled.

OK, so I know that form of matter is n't for everyone, but it certainly is for us. There is a oceanic abyss and sensual and sometimes romantic coitus between an ass goddess and those of us who worship them and it can not be replicated by any former form of affaire that I know. Worshiping a girl 's ass is to put her on the highest pedestal and what girl does n't have it away that ?

And so, The Allegiance continues as does our pauperization to snarf through the nighttime of night to A.J. Skunk 's to prosecute in our strange and decadent act of worshiping ass the way it was intended. There is so much more to severalize. Perhaps, another meter, but soon.

So far, we have not convinced Jessica Biel to sit on the pot of our faces or to let us kneel and reverently kiss her bronze doughnut, but we do have new posters so, as for now, those will have to do. If you happen to know her, please have her get in tinge with us. animation is hell when the goddess you worship is only made of theme and is score taped to the spine of your door .