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10 years ago
Ass-creeper Ballad (literal translation. Meaning: ass-licker, ass-kisser)One gloomy day, when he was only fourteen,and the first pale hair was growing on his chest,he played by himself in the forest. Suddenly his father called him,took him to his mother, and left him alone with her.His head was filled to the brim with forest stories;he wore three feathers in his hair and carried bow and arrow in his hand.The boy stood there completely naked, and his bony figurewas covered from head to toe in colourful war paint.His mother slowly circled around him,and glanced at his red-white-green striped willy.She said, "My boy, since you love to paint and smear,I will see to it that you're going to do something artistic."Shortly afterwards, a department store was willingto hire him as a sign painter with a probationary period.His mouth was gaping wide openas he marvelled at the large house, and all the new things he found in it.The people here were beautiful, with smooth and soft faces.He glanced in the mirror, ran away and askedan unshaven old man with a square face:"Why are we both so ugly and the others are not? ""If you want to be like the others”, said the man,“hold on to your boss - creep into his behind!You will practice this diligently until your profile becomes soft and smooth,and the intestinal wall of your superiors has polished it beautifully."And then the boy embraced the clean-cut organisation,with the ardent desire to become a beautiful ass-creeper.But the people were very surprised and outraged,and acted as if they had never heard of this word!They grabbed him by the arm, and led him into a room.In it hung a high superior from the ceiling, higher than a tree, strapped onto a brace.His naked butt swung gently back and forth in the draught of the opening door -a nice and shiny, pale and fat buttlike an inflated gas balloon, only several thousand times as heavy.As the massive thing swung back and forth in front of him,the boy felt a gentle hand on his neck, which forced him onto his knees.When he found the opening - at the very bottom, not very big -he rejoiced loudly and was immediately released from the grip.He took a deep breath, and then he drilled his skinny bodyinto the narrow, dark shaft with a vengeance.But in the next moment he felt a hot pressure, a thunderbolt.While he was lying dazed in a corner,he heard a man roar in pain, and it was clear to him at lastthat he was not at all suitable as an ass-creeper!He ran his hand over his face; it was still intact.However, the sharp curvature of his nose had not onlyscratched the supervisor's sphincter,but had also sliced his rectum open length-wise.Frightened, he now saw how the beautiful people around himbecame ugly and beat him, and he passed out.When he woke up, he saw the old man with the square face.He crawled towards him and shouted,"I've seen the people now as they really are,and I'll never ass-creep again - it doesn't make anyone pretty!I want to know, old man, what's the matter with these people -if it doesn't make them pretty, why do they ass-creep?""Hard to tell," said the man. "Some people do not like to creep,but they think they have to do it to provide for their families.Others enjoy it; they have a spouse and childrenas a pretext so they can do more ass-creeping."