I Believe I Can Fly #2 (Origin of the Asscrack Huffer)

(the following chapter is a transcript of the thread posted on www.greatflutterykrishna.com)

"I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL ALL OF YOU"
User: SlimElliot
Posted on: 12/12/06. 7:53 PM PST.


I have something to tell all of you. I am a connosieur of asscrack. It all started when I was eight years old. I was raised by a single mother. When she went to work waiting tables she’d leave me with the middle-aged mexican woman who lived next door. Every nite was the same: she would make me dinner and we’d sit on the couch and watch novellas in silence. She was a stout woman. Her buttocks were quite large; they shivered and shook beneath a black skirt patterned with moons and palmtrees, many small multicolored pictures making a wide landscape. It frightened and fascinated me.

One night we were watching the novellas. She began to nod off. I sat and watched her as she snored, her mouth hanging open so I could just see the glint of silver fillings in her molars. Her hair was in a bun, her skin ruddy. She made a snuffling sound and turned on her side.


Her skirt came down just slightly, and there it was: the asscrack.

The top of the cheeks of the ass were pinched by the elastic of the dimestore skirt. The elastic was cheap and couldn’t restrain the solid brown fat spilling out, a mystery leading to something below, something strange and alluring. A faint trail of black hair ran from the top of the asscrack to the lower back. I stared at it. Then, possessed by something, I leaned forward. It was as if phantom hands were gripping the sides of my head. I stuck my nose into the asscrack and sniffed. I smelled damp cotton and the faint redolence of sweat and shit and...something else... I dug my nose in deeper, sniffed deeper...


She moaned and rolled back towards me, over me, on top of me. I pushed my head back into the couch cushions. I was trapped in the darkness, her asscrack smothering and huge. My nose was close to a circle of heat and stench and hair. I understood instinctively what it was and I squirmed, tried to wriggle my way out.


Now I felt hands grabbing the side of my head, strong pudgy hands gripping me around the ears. She ground my face into her asscrack. I heard her voice resonate through her big body, coming to me muffled, like sound settling into deep water. "You like to put your nose in places, do you? Huh? You enjoy that, dirty boy?" The tip of my nose touched the warm, moist, fetid, stinky circle. Her hips began to swivel and she clutched my head tighter. My head was being swiveled around and around. She shoved the tip of my nose into her asshole, pulled my head back, shoved it forward again, pulled it back...faster and faster... The asscrack was so deep the inside cleft of the cheeks almost covered my ears. A strange fluid began to ooze onto my face. It didn’t taste like anything, but smelled like the powdered pink handsoap in the boy’s restroom at school. I was about to vomit when suddenly the movement stopped. She lifted herself off of me and I sucked in air. I never knew air was so clean, so sweet.

She got up, went into the kitchen, and began to make dinner. My face felt like it had been rubbed hard with a brillo pad and dipped in egg yolk. I watched the novellas and listened to her movements in the kitchen. I had an erection and I touched it through my bermuda shorts.

Anyway, I have been an asscrack lover ever since. And now I'm not ashamed to say it. I'm going to tell the world. In fact, I am at a public library, and I am going to celebrate my uniqueness in just a few minutes. I'm going to sniff every female asscrack in this fucking place, and no one will stop me.



User: Daddy's Little Rapist
Posted on: 12/12/06. 7:58 PM PST.

You are a faggot.


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