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…a dog than choking it with shit, he mused, but none are so economical. To proceed ! Hastily cramming some of the overflow for the Archbishop had dined well up her nostrils, he drove a knife (which was conveniently handy) into her bowels, and plunged his straining and kicking butter-knife within the hole thus formed. The foaming guts closed round his maddened member ; the convulsive heaves of the suffocated lady simulated nay, sur- passed ! he wildest crissations of the most ac- complished courtesans, the most domesticated ma- trons…
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…dimentary brain), let us fuck a bit ! Let us spunk ! Let us come ! Why dont you lick me, Bertie ? Stuff some more rags up, Harry ! Now, Archbishop, can you give me a good soaking mouthful of your pleasure-pudding ? But I had seen enough. Leilas hand and the voluptuous orgie before me had completed the con- valescence of my invalid lollipop ; and with a yell of lust I flung myself upon her eternally open gravy- giver. The Archbishop and his dirty-minded old aunt were blotted out as the water-closet of my black judy sent its gushes of pus and…
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…f collapse I had been saved from utter rout and open shame. John Brown had come back to his own. And his own received him ! Chuckled the Archbishop at the conclusion of this historic sec- tion of his memoirs, during the recital of which I had been so excited that I had repeatedly been obliged to solicit the favours of the Ecclesiastics beautiful goat, whose congenial jelly-bag completed my practical sympathy with the story. Come ! Continued the Archbishop, we will stroll across to the camel. My arse is thirsty for a drain of fuck as ever your …
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PROLOGUE Good, by Jesus ! cried the Countess, as, with her fat arse poised warily over the ascetic face of the Archbishop, she lolloped a great gob of greasy spend from the throat of her bulging cunt into the gaping mouth of the half-choked ecclesiastic. It is well, my daughter, if thou art pleased, he replied, when he had swallowed the cachet of her emotions. But my venerable pudendum asks at- tention. It shall have it, father ! said the lady, and forthwith she caught his purple-knobbed pillar in her hands, and violently rubbed i…
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… and danced a most indecent cordax dance upon her abdomen, swollen with eight months of baby perhaps by the came whispered the Archbishop, we shall see. A bright idea struck him, as the dance, appreciated as it was, did not instantly cause a recurrence of the orgasm. He picked out Coprophile. With a yell of pleasure the girl- mother called on him to do his dirtiest. He com- plied. From his dripping schnickel frothed a hot stiff stream of greenish piss at an incalculable pace, while from his pink arse dripped the feculent and pul…
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…ld still seduces to dip their luckless coney- catchers in the scabby duckpond that the Q...n of E.....d called her privy Paradise... The Archbishops enthusiasm had overpowered him. Impaled upon Hassans engine, and supported by the teeth of the now thoroughly excited beast, he had fainted : but the camels joy-junket still spurted through the fistulae of that bubbling arse- hole, and with a long and regular swing the Ship of the Desert continued his fascinating exercise. The Archbishop will go on like this all night, said a sweet voice behind …
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…? You shall suck the oysters out of the kidney pudding if youre good. Now my boy ! I complied with dignity, and in a moment found the Archbishop on my back gripping my hair with one violent hand and grappling at my breasts with the other, while his sharp-beaked pond snipe tore open the folds of my wrinkled arse, ill protected by their six weeks leaving of shit, and began pumping out its short and spitty spend with the sound of a kettle seething and crackling. Enough ! I cried, and wedged a lusty turd against his tapering touch-trap. But I h…
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CAPIT 10. A Family Fuck............................ 68 CAPIT 11. The Casuists Collapse ; and the Apotheosis of the Archbishop ; also, A Punks Parturition...... 73 JUVENILIA The Needs of the Navy........................................ 81 After the Fall...................................................... 86 The Parsons Prayer ........................................... 92 THE BROMO BOOK PARODIES 1. Long before Dawn ....................................... 99 Before Dawn. SWINBURNE. 2. Rondel ..............................................…
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…igression has been long, but I trust not without edification ; and in our next chapter you may rely on our returning to the story of the Archbishops early life, and his ro- mantic career in the Latin Quarter with S...y B.....s and the Frigging Photographers. [52]
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…ay gather That it will not be long Before I am a father . . . And that is all my song. There ! Let me alone now, and I will continue the Archbishops recital. How was it that days so sweet must pass ? Oh Jimson ! Oh divine maestro and thy Opera Or- ange Pekoe ! To this hour the lust of thy dear shit-sewer sends the creamy essence of immortal- ity all over my drawers. But it ended, and bit- terly. The careless youth got too near S...y B.....s, and her breath killed him, as it would any creature higher in the scale of creation than a L..s or …
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…frizzling sausage, done to a turn, that we shall restore your despondent tickle-gizzard to a better condition if we look on a bit at the Archbishop, and his games. Surely he is asleep after such a night with the camel, I objected, for it was now morning, the expert melting-pot of the hot-arsed hogoninny having kept my metal at the point all night without ever giving it a chance to run over. Not he ! She sneered. He is now with his Venerable Aunt, as he calls her, a lascivious old woman if ever there was one ! A very gobble- prick ! A brimstone …
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[31] CAPITULUM III I was some seven years old, resumed the Archbishop, at the close of the exciting interlude described in the last chapter, when I first obtained any real satisfaction from the passion of love, which has since done so much to regulate and in- spire my career. The incident occurred on this wise. For some days my ponderous and unwieldy bollocks had become turgid and swollen with the fluid we know, my boy, you dog ! As spunk. Eighty-three pounds and four ounces they weighed on the penny-in-the-slot machine at our village station, …
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… Kiss my arse. I drew back abashed. The engaging animal, at a sign from his master, now mounted the fattest of the venal women whom the Archbishop liked to have lying about the floor, and exposed a superb and succulent cream-stick of some fourteen inches in length. The woman lay on her back with her legs wide apart and in the air. With a bound the brute drove his sledge-hammer into her unresisting pussy- cat, accompanying the performance on the concer- tina, at both of which employments he seemed so expert that the woman beneath him squirmed w…
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[35] CAPITULUM IV Shortly after the conclusion of the events which I so lusciously described in the last chapter, con- tinued the Archbishop, I was the means, under heaven, of saving the life of a valued member of society. The whisky-distiller had many connec- tions in the Highlands of Scotland, and no doubt the story of my exploit enlivened many a dull wet night in that dreariest of countries. Anyhow, one day my father came down from his office in a state of appalling excitement, waving a telegram. He masturbated four times in his anxiety to c…
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[21] CAPITULUM PRIMUM I came from a Bottomless Pit, began the Archbishop, and I have spent my life trying to get back. No sooner had I left my mothers breast than she put me on to her clitoris, and I was hardly laid in my fathers arms before his doodle was between my baby legs and jerking its creamy essence into the sunny air of Rome, where, as you may be aware, I first drew breath. I was a healthy and well-formed child ; my bauble nothing remarkable, but my bollocks peculiar for their enormous size and as it subsequently proved the amoun…
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[42] CAPITULUM V It is a singular circumstance, continued the Archbishop, leading the way across the piles of dung with which the devoted camel had adorned the floor, that no poet has yet adequately sung the passion which exists in such luscious splendour between the Ship of the Desert and the wild Be- dawi. Leila, the juicy-cunted nigger nockstress who took my first spunkings as I told you in Chapter III, used to see a great deal of the business when she was first brought up from her home by the Nyanza to serve the vices of George G....n a…
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…e coffin-worms at a ladys eyes. The sad soul stiffened ; Captain Standish was himself again. This is an excellent method, explained the Archbishop ; I have known it to succeed even in the direst ex- tremity. When pross and prugge have done their dirtiest : when jill and jomer have given up the job : when Abbess and Artichoke have abandoned the article in derision : then has Beelzebub come to the rescue, and Father Abraham has believed the yarn about Isaac. Now, while I feel restored, I will ask you to accommodate me in your turd-trap, and I wi…
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[53] CAPITULUM VII Only for one short period, resumed the Archbishop, no whit exhausted by his previous ef- forts, did I turn from the clerical career which the Q...ns kindness opened to me. But the restric- tions of the training were at first as irksome to me as they were to Fra Lippo Lippi in Brownings im- mortal poem, and Art seemed a halfway house. Suiting the action to the thought, I soon found my- self in Paris, and rooms in a dirty little basement in the Montparnasse Quarter. My next-door neighbours were photographers, one, by name L..…
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…commodating gentlemans love- passage of the affectionate goat (whom I will wager my readers have forgotten, for I very nearly did). The archbishop cleared his throat and began thus. The first real scene of passion that I ever saw was in this fashion. I had been left alone in the house one day ; and, weary of confinement, I determined to stroll into the street. Not far had I gone before my attention was attracted by a small galvanized iron mission room. To my surprise, the door was ajar, and from the pulpit I heard the well known tones of a S…
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…ess ! De mortuis nil nisi bonum ! insinuated the tempter. The reporter hesitated. Tuam nasam in meum anum immite ! laughed the Archbishop, and the pressman, like Messrs. Pond and Morrell in Gilberts ballad, was con- vinced. I will make it worth your while, added the wily ecclesiastic. You shall take down in that clever shorthand of yours the true story of my life. Mr N.ch.ls will buy the book and cheat you out of the money ; so theres fame and fortune at a stroke. Put away John Thomas now ; permit me, pray ! Yes, a fine long …