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


Allen and I had several matter in common which drew us into friendly relationship too soon in college. We were both from small Ithiel Town and we fell somewhere between the labels of `` dweebish '' and `` geekish ''. confuse in a little `` nerdish '' and I think you get the estimation.

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 other. Girls were like inscrutable goddesses and we had no estimation how to near them.

You might imagine the body fluid of one of us daring the other to spill to a jolly little girl and how the other would gather himself and say he would do just that, as if some sort of charming bravado-dust had befallen him and his life history was about to deepen forever. Of course, it never happened.

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

Ours was a blue deputation with certain peril 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 closed book ? We wanted to pay allegiance to girls'butts. Yes, we were that deviant. We were ass believer. Can you imagine the danger ? Imagine being discovered wanting to kneel behind little girl and fondle their buttocks and kiss them and verbalize words of reverence and devotion.

The pop guys might rule the daytime, but we ruled the reprobate Night. Only we were brave enough to act on that great degeneracy. We were the pioneer, or at least, we would be some day. Then, how the others would clap !

And, we had an picture. We had full-sized, full colour post horse of Jessica Biel on each of our doorway. She was the supreme goddess of The Allegiance. We bowed to her. We kissed her ass until the posters dissolved and then we got others. We pledged devotion to her ample rear-end and we promised that someday, we would start the First congregation of Biel and our hoi polloi would all kneel and praise her ampleness and kiss it with fear.

It seemed so wonderful. But, there was a trouble : How in the hell would it ever materialize if we could n't even talk to girls ? How would we hero-worship any girlfriend 's rear-end if we were scare shitless of them ?

In October, there were two twenty-four hour period in which I could n't detect 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 ? ''

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

'' You talked to a little girl ? ''

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

Suddenly, he was either my greatest hero or my outstanding liar. He explained how he had gotten down behind a girl and how she had an astonish tooshie and how she had willingly let him fondle her ass-loveliness and kiss her buttocks. And, he had met with her twice and he thought he might be in love -- -with her ass, of course.

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

'' With you ? Where ? ``

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

'' You have to follow ! '' he insisted. `` Bryan, Shangri-la is n't a million miles away. Heaven is right 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 shutout. ``

'' Skunk ? What the hell. .. ? ``

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

He drove. I listened. He spoke of `` going with the catamenia '' and being"open to new things ”. `` Willingness, Great Commoner. Willingness. The bequeath shall inherit the pulp, or something like that."

He parked his older Toyota. I was shaking More from savvy than the cold night. We went to the spinal column of the Mustang and down a narrow set of concrete steps to a iniquity greenness door.

Remember, Boy Orator of the Platte. Willing. bore. That is, if you want to be invited back. ''

He pushed a release and a feminine vocalisation responded. Allen spoke two numbers, two letters, and two more than numbers and the door opened. We entered what seemed to be a foyer. Although we heard party sounds, we could not see through a room access ahead of us. A narrow hall was to our left while a agrestic counter top to our right had a tall blond young woman writing in a daybook. She smiled but did n't annoy to depend up. She said Keri would be with us soon. She was wearing a black French housemaid 's outfit with class mesh stockings. She was gorgeous and her legs were amazing.

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

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

She led us down the long hall. She was wearing a flowered churl top with form-fitting khaki gasp. Her seat was very lash out and, of course, I could n't help but stare. Allen whispered, `` Do n't get any ideas. She 's bi. Not a butt girlfriend. '' She led us to a room that was about ten feet by ten feet and dimly lit. Woody Allen and I sat on the floor.

'' Allen says you are an ass worshiper, Bryan. Is that true up ? ``

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 tidings of veneration to it and, well, maybe that was a fake 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 worship a girl 's ass than fuck her ? ``

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

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

She hit buttons of her jail cell headphone and an Asian missy appeared wearing a similar French people maid 's rig except that her short black clothes had two white stripe down the center. Keri spoke softly to the girl who nodded and bowed and left. After an uneasy secretiveness, there was a tap on the threshold followed by the most-stunning creature I had ever seen ! She was brunette with dark heart, a sculpted face, and a minor rima oris with to the full brim painted quite red. Her eyelashes were extended beneath iridescent aqua eye shadow.

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

As the girl slowly turned, she seemed to imbibe our adoring eye. She was about five-foot-five and wearing a maiden 's apparel with a single whiteness stripe and her dress revealed her shapely thighs at the Saami point as my line of sight. She smiled as she slowly turned and then. .. her visibility. .. her. .. her butt ! She was wearing soft and slim down white two-piece panties that hugged her very round ass and when she was fully turned with her back to me, I could conceive of every schema of her resplendent glutious. I was in awe and filled with butt lust. She continued to turn and the vision of her buttocks began to move out of sight.

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

My head bobbed more than I intended.

'' Aria, why do n't you give William Jennings Bryan a picayune show ? hand us a ninety. ``

Aria stepped toward me until she was standing no more than three understructure from me as she began to slowly turn. Although I was young and good for you, I thought my meat would lay off. She continued to twist until she was standing right before me. .. right before me ! Her butt. .. her can was. .. it was three metrical foot directly in front of my face ! Never had a girl 's tush been so conclude ! I was breathless. She was a goddess. I was nothing more than than a butt-pauper.

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

Aria put her hands on her rose hip, spread her groundwork as wide as her articulatio humeri, and slowly, slowly began to bend at the waist. She continued to flex and her maid 's clothes rose and her pantied merchant ship became more and more visible as did the lust within me.

She bent More until I suddenly knew what Keri had meant by the Bible `` ninety ''. Aria was bent over 90 degrees and her butt was practically in my look and I was practically out of my psyche. It was round. It was replete. It was heavenly. I was n't worthy. But then, who could be ?

'' You may fondle, Bryan. Just the left side. ``

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

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 girl 's ass, I was about to do it more from respect than sheer butt lust.

My hand went to her lush left ass cheek and I timidly squeezed it with my finger. My entire body shook. Allen whispered for me to actually palpate it up and bar being so damned high-strung. I was n't jumpy. I was just in awe of the first girl-ass I had ever touched. My hand cupped her ass and electric electrical shock went through me and the smell registered into the Banks of my infinite memories.

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

'' Did you like that, Boy Orator of the Platte ? '' Keri asked. My psyche was gushing with nods. Aria had straightened her strength, brushed her short apparel into post, and stood facing us once again. `` Do you want More ? More might help you to hand the first test."

'' Test ? '' I managed to ask.

Allen Stewart Konigsberg 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 tease. What comes future is a test. It may be easy for you. It may be hard. Either way, it is essential. If you pass, you may be permitted to amount here regularly and have all kind of pretty butts. You want that do n't you ? Are you ready ? ``

Since I had no idea what the test was, I did n't get it on if I was ready or not. I had become so deep in thought in overwhelming lust for Aria 's ass that I would probably accept 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 view and then. .. then, she was standing with her back to me once again. I could see her ass in those tenuous panty under that short frilly maid 's dress. Then, she began bending. So did my insides. Her dress rose, her ass became seeable, her scanty stretched, and soon she was standing with a fully bendover, right in front of my face. I marveled. I nearly prayed. I was so in awe.

Keri came close. `` Just retrieve how you could be with beautiful butts all the prison term. Ass goddesses. Imagine ! Since you said you are ready for the test, then locomote your face finisher. Yes, just like that. This is the test you must pass Bryan."She paused and leaned close-fitting."Sniff her butt ! ``

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

'' Boy Orator of the Platte, do it ! '' Allen added. `` Do it ! Do n't fuck up ! ``

'' Yes Bryan, '' Keri said. `` Listen to your acquaintance. He 's already done it and his membership is already being processed. You want to be a member and have great deal of ass like he will get, do n't you ? Now that you know how to get it, put your olfactory organ right wing 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 instant, she commanded, `` NOW Bryan ! If you know what 's good for you, then sniff her butt ! NOW ! ``

Her control was forceful and as a person, I am not, so it was more the strength of her vox that caused me to tug my fount forward and my nose into Aria 's wickedness canon and then. .. okay I admit it. .. I. .. I sniffed her butt.

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

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

The hired man pushed my chief forward and I did n't dissent and my olfactory organ went into the tush 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 phallus, I would n't be required to do it again. I smelled her over and over and my facial expression wrenched. I mean, I was. .. I was sniffing a young woman. .. well, you know where. You know what she does there. And I had to smell it ? I thought I would cast but I kept doing as I was told. It was NOT ass worship, but it was also not negotiable so I kept sniffing until Keri told me to terminate and the two hands pulled my mind back. Aria straightened herself and turned to confront us. She seemed to birth a bit of a satisfied smile.

'' You did well, '' Keri praised. `` Do you screw why it was significant for you to do that ? It 's because we get guy cable who say they are ass worshipers but all they want is to lead a match of licks then move on to trying to fuck the female child. Nooooo, that is not an ass worshiper. We learned a long time ago that the one thing that TRUE ass worshiper have in common is smell. They all love it. So, if a guy is n't a dead on target ass worshiper, we 'll find out soon enough. Those types all run out of here like wimpy little puppies with their buttocks between their leg. But the sniffers, yeah, that 's what we want. ``

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

'' Although you did well, Boy Orator of the Platte, you have n't passed the test. ``

What ? How could I not give 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 indorsement parting and it is as important. You see. .. `` she moved closer. `` You see. .. ass goddesses must KNOW that you love their odour. If the smell is what separates ass worshipers from the rest then you must let her know that you love it. Ass goddesses are here to be adored. If you do n't adore their feeling, then you are a poser and they have no use for you."

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

'' So Bryan, '' Keri said, `` you will sniff Aria 's hind end. You will sniff it and smell it fully and you will tell her that you are in dear with that odor. Do you understand ? It does n't weigh if you love it or not as long as you say lyric that convince her. ``

Again, Aria turned her stub to me and she bent over just as before and I was staring at her let out hips and the overshadow crevice of her panties and I knew what I had to do. Somehow, I knew it was rightfield. I was beginning to understand that buttsniffing was indeed part of ass adoration and either I adjusted to it I was n't a worshiper and I had to calculate for some other erotic pursuit, the panorama of which made me dreaded. I knew they were justly. 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 have it off it.

My headland went forward almost as if on its own and I buried my nerve in Aria 's cycle ass. I felt her laughingstock 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 first and I suppose that is because I was smelling girl-ass on my own for the first time. I had to force myself to continue my grimace cubby against her arse because the smelling was almost overpowering. I mean, it was. .. it was smelling her ... back `` there ''. .. you know. This prison term, no one was pushing my head. I was willingly smelling it. I sniffed again and winced but forced myself to keep on my face right there. I sniffed again and again and I ca n't say that the more I sniffed the loose it was, but I mademyself to do it anyway.

'' diaphragm ! '' Keri commanded. `` Now, look 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 substitution. What I mean is that while I was saying how a lot I loved the smell of her ass I was mentally substituting that I loved fondling her nates impudence. I told her I craved the flavor of her ass while actually remembering the flavour of it cupped in my hand."Your ass olfactory perception like Heaven"-- - ( your buns cheeks are angelic and should be kissed 24/7 ) -- -- that kind of thing.

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

Unlike Allen, I was required to stay for an time of day and retain my olfactory organ in Aria 's rear-end, smelling her and telling her how much I loved it. When Gracie Allen picked me up later he seemed pleased that I had grown in the discernment of girl-ass and I had to agree because, for whatever reasons, I had n't bothered to rid my case of her scent.

Ethan Allen gained a conditional rank in just four Day. Mine took six. We were told that conditional rank lasted for eight weeks and at the end of that meter, we needed to stimulate achieved wax rank or we would lose all membership altogether. Of path, we wanted to have it away how to realise full membership and that is why Allen scheduled a day for his second trial run and within hr, I scheduled my day.

With our conditional rank, we went to A.J. 's nd those small rooms and the Mary Jane girls with their Negro maiden 's outfits with single livid stripes came to us and we fondled and kissed and, of course because it was required, we butt sniffed a lot of girls and praised their smell. I was still faking part of that appreciation but I found myself perhaps accruing somewhat of an addiction.

Then, Keri met with Allen to indoctrinate him into replete rank. He came home dazed and mumbling and ineffective to excuse why.

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

Keri ushered a half-dozen little girl into the way to resist before me while I was sitting on the floor. They were gorgeous and all dressed in bum turnout except that they all bore two whiten streak forepart and back. Keri told me I would pick out the one girl who appealed to me most/ She had them turn around and do nineties and that is when I thought I might have fallen in love.

There was a missy near the end of the line with perfectly spread hips and a perfect rear-end with canyon shadows down the substance of her sparse panties. Although I had struggled to hump the scent of girls'bum, I had all I could do to keep on from leaping forward and burying my nozzle in that girl 's ass and smelling it fully. She was THAT gorgeous. In a way, I think that might give birth been the very initiative time that I ever truly worshiped a girl 's ass because that is the maiden sentence I truly wanted to smell it.

Keri had them unbend and turn to face up me again. Then she asked which I preferred but I was so in awe of the perfectly-reared, honey-blond girl that I could n't even speak. She looked to be about 20 with hazelnut tree middle that quickly took me captive.

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

I suddenly realized something : Sniffing shay 's butt, or any fille, is the most familiar 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 desirable of appreciation which includes adoration which equals ass adoration. And, since I had learned that honest ass adoration did n't exist without buttsniffing and speaking Scripture of love for a girl 's most private odour, then it meant to adore Shay, I needed to whiff her prat and have a go at it it. I suppose my eyes were like that of a droopy and pleading puppy dog.

I was so ready to smell her and when Keri had her round around and ninety herself into position, my nose went eagerly to her ass and I truthfully worshiped her feeling. It was honest worship ; pure and unmitigated. I sniffed and praised and smelled and adored. I became lost in the depths of Shay 's dark and deep wonderland. Buttsniffing had made no sense in the offset but now, with this hazel-eyed female child, it made all of the common sense in the populace and it was easy to tell her how often I loved her ass and her smell.

Shay was told to ill-treat away and stand-to. When she did, our center locked and hers seemed as if she accepted me. I mean, maybe she wanted me to be her boyfriend. Maybe she loved my 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 endorse test ”. She asked if I wanted more of Shay and I said"Yes ! Yes !"and Keri emphasized, `` It 's all or nothing now, Bryan. Either you pass or you fail. If you fail, you 're out of here. You want to kiss shay 's ass do n't you ? ``

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

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

I had to have Sir Thomas More of Shay. I had to kiss that girl 's ass. I wanted membership and I wanted to sample to a greater extent sess female child. I wanted to turn a true ass worshiper.

Keri advised chaise to take up her XC stance and for me to once again start out sniffing because `` It will get you substantially prepared for the psychometric test ''.

After several minutes, she told me to stop but to preserve my face in Shay 's ass. I felt Keri 's typeface come close to my odd ear. `` Now Boy Orator of the Platte, this is very special and maybe not well-off. But it 's essential if you want Shay 's ass and all of the joys of A.J. 's. ``

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

'' Then, you keep your face right there. No thing what, you keep your fount right there. Now or never, buttface. realise ? ``

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

What ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ?

I felt it. It could n't be ! shay had pushed her butt back slightly and then she had. .. she had. .. chaise farted in my expression ! She had just farted, right in my faceI I struggled. Then, I stopped. It was my fate. I had to let her. I had to take it.

'' Do it again, Shay ! '' Keri ordered and once again, air wafted through Shay 's panties and spread over my face. This clock time, it lasted much longer and the estrus of it warmed my skin while the thought of it wrenched my guts.

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

chaise looked over her leave alone shoulder and back at me. She had a coquettish smile and I felt her hips move and then. .. once again. .. she farted right in my face ! Unlike before, I did n't struggle. I accepted it. I surrendered to it. Why ?

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

With a small smiling, she farted again, right in my face. I received it as a very personal and private talent and not one she would yield to just anyone. She was giving me something from her very essence and by inhaling her farts, I was consuming some informal part of her. I stopped all way of resistance and I smelled her. I earnestly and honestly smelled chaise 's breaking wind and took them in and knew that we were somehow bonding in foreign but trench basis.

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.

shay tapped the side of my face and I again looked into her center 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 full I could but the new missy 's fart were were abstruse 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 girl was, she was giving me something very special and personal and for that reason, I needed to sleep together and value and be thankful. And so I inhaled. I smelled the new girl 's flatus completely.

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

When I got home, I was excited. I told Gracie Allen how I had fallen in love with Shay 's ass and then her breaking wind and how I had taken it from the minute girl just the Saame and how Keri believed I was enough of a true ass worshiper that she was forwarding my visibility to the executive for total membership.

Just as we received news that we would turn full fellow member, I asked Keri why facefarting was so of import to A.J. lowlife 's. She reminded me about the give-and-take"smell"and how flatus were convincing grounds of reliable ass worship, at to the lowest degree at A.J. Skunk 's.

"It 's not an stroke that most of the female child here are dressed like skunks. You put your faces in their tooshie and they spray you with their scent. See ? Skunk young lady. '' And she explained the signification of bar. No banding meant a girl was not into ass adoration and was probably just a welcomer or a go-fer. One stripe meant the girlfriend was into ass worship via buttsniffing. And, two band was for facefarting miss. She said that"A.J."stood for the owner 's initials but members often thought of it as"Ass addict"which had led to the origination of the term"Skunk addict ”.

On our night of membership trigger, we were finally admitted into the big room which had all of the noise and music and sounds of a party. We were put on throne in the shopping mall of what seemed to be a dance story and the moderator, a dame who looked to be about 50, explained who we were and that we had become full fledged members and had been recommended by Keri and many of the Skunk fille and we were not entirely buttsniffers but were also fartfaces.

extremity clapped and cheered while we felt very proud. I noticed that a small blond tart and a fat older man missed the announcements because she was farting in his font and he was snorting like a pig. okey, that was a niggling ugly but I felt smug because I was new to the scene yet I could already snort farts almost as good as him.

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

After that dark, we were taught ass kissing"in the way that it was intended."It was n't just kisisng a lady friend 's rear impertinence but rather. .. actually. .. putting our sass. .. you know. ... putting our mouths right on girls'bronze rings and kissing. And then, not just kissing it but making out with it. Licking and deep-tonguing became our form of sexual sexual congress 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 kickoff, it had seemed like inferno. What I loved so much was that I could go to the gild and either go to the main room and kiss and smell girl 's screw at random or I could need a girl to a plunk for room and worship her ass and smell her rosebud and kiss it adoringly. Or, I could have girls sit on my face or serve me to get 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 buns while she fingered herself to orgasm.

Gracie Allen also had a butt-girlfriend. She was a little slight than nearly but he loved her ass. He had become a flatus freak and that is why he wanted her to be his girlfriend. I mean, Shay could break wind like an holy man but Elissa was the most prolific fart girl I had ever met.

Sometimes we would double over date and while I was fucking Shay in the ass with my tongue, Elissa was stinking the lieu up unbearably by farting all over Allen 's face. shay 's farts were beautifully scented but sometimes overpowered by the residuum aromas 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 early form of intimacy that I know. Worshiping a lady friend 's ass is to put her on the highest footstall and what little girl does n't bang that ?

And so, The Allegiance continues as does our demand to sneak through the darkness of Night to A.J. Skunk 's to engross in our strange and decadent act of worshiping ass the way it was intended. There is so much more to tell. Perhaps, another time, but soon.

So far, we have not convinced Jessica Biel to sit on the throne of our faces or to let us kneel and reverently kiss her bronze ring, but we do deliver new placard so, as for now, those will receive to do. If you happen to have a go at it her, please possess her get in touch sensation with us. liveliness is hell when the goddess you worship is only made of newspaper and is Scotch taped to the backbone of your door .