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…nt. Brave buggerys fervent apostle ! We fuck thee until we are faint, Our comrade of cockstands colossal, O, Stephane, saint ! Nor wall-hole nor girl-hole nor grass-hole Accepts thy implacable cock ; But the brown, wrinkled crease of an arse-hole Is thine for the furious block ; When fervent and swollen the torrent Of solid and spasmical spend Rolls luminous up through the horrent Back-side of a friend ! Thou hast come, and the great anticlimax Is pallid in face of the dawn ; But thy joy with a quickmoving eye Max B..rb..m has rapidly drawn.…
1904 · PDF PAGE 138
So he chivied a hole from her bubs to her bladder And took out his penis and blocked her : And thus the very first man that had her Was the eminent London Doctor. She had triplets soon by the boy in the stable : There was Copulating Cora And beautiful Mensurating Mabel And Defecating Dora. Of all they did to tell you the story I may one day not be chary For it all redounds to the honour and glory Of Micturating Mary. But the Bishop ruined the Vicars daughter. Though he usually kept it hidden, he Had a tool in length a yard and a quarter. And i…
1904 · PDF PAGE 115
…wn By sucking his come From his bugger-boys bum, Swallowing it, and keeping it down. IV There once was a Kensington Strumpet Whose arse-hole would bray like a trumpet : Besides which gift, she Had one art, repartee. As tasty and crisp as a crumpet. [117]
1904 · PDF PAGE 126
…ia spends. It should be easy to make ends Meet, O good comrades of the bard ! Her twat gapes wide : what Ghost descends Upon that virgin hole ? On guard ! Brave soldiers. Frig ye ! Fucking tends To clap or chancre every yard When Celia spends. [128]
1904 · PDF PAGE 139
[141] THE POET ABROAD At Grindelwald I have no luck. I want your pussy-cat to suck, Your sniffy bottom-hole to fuck, My darling ! Remembrance is so sad for me ! I yearn for your K.U.N.T. That in my mouth was wont to pee, My darling ! All on my balls you used to piss ; Your farts would smoke, your turds would hiss ; Then you would take my cock to kiss, My darling ! I used to hang on every word Your dainty little mouth averred, And make milk puddings with a turd, My darling ! I shat of yore between your bubs. Those fat amusing butter-tubs : Love…
1904 · PDF PAGE 129
Chew, chew the bits ! The slime out slips From stinking pits. Her arsehole grips My prick : my wits Are in eclipse When Celia shits. IX When Celia croaks I mean to play One of my funny little jokes, Ah ! Dust to dust and clay to clay When Celia croaks. Ill dress her up in cloaks and toques Etcetera, earn her away And after sundry final pokes Hire her at three-and-six a day To G...H... what a hoax ! None but the dead shall have its way When Celia croaks. X When Celia rots, each poxy hole Will serve : she hath an hundred twats. Come finger…
1904 · PDF PAGE 37
…ed four times in his anxiety to control his feelings, and let us have the news, which when read seemed as bald and colourless as the pee-hole of an albino baby. But there was a hidden mean- ing. The telegram read simply : Self incapacitated by overwork B.lm.r.l commandeered can no more hear you can help majesty starving future Empire at stake. Brown. It was from the famous John Brown ! My father was a man of action : in twelve hours I was admitted at the gates of B.lm.r.l by the last survivor of what had been the gallant 72nd. The G.rd.ns had p…
1904 · PDF PAGE 70
… system all the world over. As it was my birthday, I had the chief place. My fathers handsome quickening-peg burrowed my juicy bot- tom-hole, while my mothers central furrow was crushed upon my ploughshare as I lay on my back with my legs in the air. My sister squatted astride my head, and her cauliflower discharged its sweet sauce into my mouth. An ingenious arrangement of mirrors allowed us to see all that was going on, and at a sign from my father the head overseer brought forward a fattish young girl with a quite white skin. She yelled al…
1904 · PDF PAGE 44
… her hasty lips. As you know, this chief- tain, desirous of checking his fertility without in- terfering with his pleasures, had bored a hole at the root of his life-preserver permitting the vital fuck-spunk to dribble away. Of course, when the unhappy Zuleika pulled at his vibrating tuning- fork and found that no juice followed her efforts, she shrieked and fainted, suspecting magic. Re- covering herself by a great effort, she caught hold of the traitors bollocks, and went on. For three
1904 · PDF PAGE 87
…keep his smoking-room jokes to himself another time. And the brute never made love either. Ill be even with him one day. I do wish this hole wouldnt itch. Rubbings no good-oh ! Its better when I rub hard. There ! Its started again now Ive left off. Ill rub harder this time. Ah ! Adam ! Adam ! Ha ! I thought I was with Adam Oh, how lovely ! And she gave a delicious little sigh. Pardon this intrusion, Duchess, pray said a new voice, in the well-bred deferential manner that is so characteristic of diplomats. But is it the third …
1904 · PDF PAGE 55
…w in an attic in the same building lived S...y B.....s, the common road of the quarter : an illustra- tion of Euclids position that the Hole is greater than its Quarter. This was a dirty split-arse me- chanic with nigger blood peeping through her low- caste white parentage. She smoked an inordinate number of cigarettes per diem, and her teeth and breath told the tale. She opened her skinny legs to anything in the shape of a tent-peg that she could
1904 · PDF PAGE 46
…me with incomparable dexterity directing the vast battering-ram into, and engulfing it within, his pile-ridden and fistula-riddled bung- hole is a camel. See with what joy he plunges in my turd-pipe ! How his love-lobes bang against my bum ! How he spurts his Scotch broth into my very colon ! By the way, did I ever tell you how the K..g of E.....d missed his coronation ? I shook my head and the tip of my Timothy-tool in negation. It was thus, continued the Archbishop, while the camel still played the part of Captain Shaw, a type rather of…
1904 · PDF PAGE 20
…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 ; and the Archbishop rode to glory in a char- iot of fire truly seven times hotter than its wont. Hardly had the jets of boiling love-lotion flooded the peritoneal cavity …
1904 · PDF PAGE 36
…which I had originally contemplated. Amid the plaudits of the entire assembly I withdrew my dripping banana from her now yawning grease- hole, and with a flourish of my hat and an exag- gerated bow to the company, I withdrew, having fairly (I think you will admit) won my spurs on the field of battle. Were you knighted on the field ? I now dared to inquire, seeing him silent. No, you young suck-shit, he answered genially, but I was bloody well poxed. [34]
1904 · PDF PAGE 49
… 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 me. I turned, and saw Leila, the black-bumboed blouzabella of his boy- hood. Come with me, she added, I can still beat you at cuddle-my-cuddie. She saw me hesitate, [47]
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A....r and many another has sought every cranny of his natural orifices, every pox-hole of his worm- eaten flesh, every fat-fold of his obese person, yet his happiness was to be threatened, his faith in the Order of Things shaken, his whole soul thrown upon a novel and doubtful enterprise, and that at a moment when it might have been thought (go on, Hassan !) that Heaven itself had no more to offer him. It was one day of spring at W.nds.r. Mrs Ar- thur P...t lay in a bath of sticky sperm, not P...ts, not the K...gs ! Whose, then, you ask ? Th…
1904 · PDF PAGE 38
…a leisurely leg over the whisky-sodden mass of fat that Britons called their Q...n, I called Time ! And began. The slippery and lax bung-hole of the flatulent monarch was ill- suited to my boyish chink-stopper : but Love will find a way, and the head surgeon hastily ligatured its tapering delicacy to the protuberant and pendu- lous clitoris of the royal patient. Ten minutes later he was able to announce to the joyful crowd that the temperature had not risen further, and that under God England might owe the restored health of the nymphomaniac to…
1904 · PDF PAGE 62
…r hand I will assuredly cut it off if you do not so remove it, and that bloody quick ! I dont want to wait here all day : Ive a button-hole at home that needs my nosegay. Not so frigging fast, mister, if you please ! I retorted : there are two sides to every argument. Cut it off, if you can ! He instantly raised his sword, and directed a furious blow at the root of my aspersing-tool. The weapon broke. No ! I am not boasting of the hardness of my tenant-in-tail : I would recall to your memory the scientific fact (see the researches of Herbert …
1904 · PDF PAGE 31
…one for whom I had a deep respect. On the other hand, to offer my favours to him would be to lose the supreme suction of the ladys turd-hole. I finessed again. The girls eyes were still smarting from the acrid urine of her four- footed friend, and it was with tolerable certainty of impunity from discovery that I pointed to my chan- cre and to the plate Masochist. The pig picked up his concertina. Too late, or else too early he played with intense, wistful sadness, pointing with the tail of his eye to the bookshelf where stood a treatis…
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catch hold of, and drag unwilling to her lousy and pox-eaten touch-hole. She had long been L..s bit of fish, and now shared him with H...s. But they frigged most of the time, for the stench of S...ys cabbage was too niffy even for the nose of L..s, and their roots were hardly capable of a decent stand. Such specimens of worms I never hope to see or smell again, and I trust that you will forgive my polluting your ears, journalist though you are, with such noisome stuff. (I can vouch for the faith- fulness of this description, for I know the sw…