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an hour or so of tummy-tickling and twat-raking with some of the loose holes around, while you ty- pograph the stuff you have got so far. [67]
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Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden
…estion. He used to growl and groan and grunt Because he could not ease a sub-editors mind when the paper was a column short and only an hour to press-time. Force so renewed his vital powers That he could keep it up for hours ; And now he wallows in a bluebook, The people call him Sunny Jim. [116]
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…when Zuleika, the Queen of the Sudan, as they called her, undertook (to suck off, and swallow the spend of) fifty-seven men in the first hour, and sev- enty-two in the second, when she had got into her stride, as it were. Alas ! All Europe knows the treachery which cost her life. In the third hour the infamous Selim bin Haroun presented himself dis- guised to 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 th…
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Hourly bulletins were being anxiously issued by the stern and pale-faced doctors, the sole unworn males within a hundred miles. The telegraph was wearing out : troops were rushed northward : Mr B......k was mobilising his Army corps, but it was not the imagination alone of a footler that could ease the distinguished sufferer : it was solid mar- row-bone she wanted, and tons of it at that. I toddled to the bed remember I was not yet eight years old ! Throwing a leisurely leg over the whisky-sodden mass of fat that Britons called their Q...n, I…
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…Said Piddling Polly to Randy Rose : Im on for it anyway here goes. So Piddling Poll fetched a boy with a cock ; And was fucked for an hour and a halt by the clock. While Randy Rose sat over her head And was sucked off seventeen times instead.
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…t to hurry them North was to waste the railway fares, and to raise false hopes in the nation. It was up to me ! Luckily, I was up to it. Hour after hour my gaudy bollocks jerked their wiry emissions into the apparently insatiable cut-and-come-again of this hot-arsed bawdy-basket. Night after night, with short intermissions at the arrival of a posse of con- stables or a naval contingent, did I plunge upon that flabby doodle-sack : but the champion pizzle- skinner of the World was not to be toyed with by a boy of not yet eight years old ! The mou…
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…ll not hear my music. So ? It is split ? Devil a bit ! Suppose Pauline had bade me shit ! III My whole life long I learned to frig. This hour I play the supreme pig And suck her pussy. Pox or clap ? She will riot give me syph ? Mayhap ! Pox who may I still can say Those who get chancre, lucky they ! [112]
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… two things might live longer, Two sweeter things than they. J.T. the root of power, And balls, the bloomless bower. J.T. that stands an hour, And balls that droop a day. From entry to emission When passion melts suspicion, The pot is there to pish on, The paper is there for turds, As fart by fart grows colder, And shit on brows or shoulder Slides sideways now, and smoulder The lusts too sweet for words. This one thing once worth poking God gave (alas ! in joking) The cunt that needs no stoking. The prick that always stands Were mate most fit t…
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…ool ; It dives amid the mingled mucks Of clap juice, come, and raspberry fool ! When Celia fucks. VI When Celia comes, tis earthquakes hour ! The bed vibrates like kettle-drums. It is a grand display of power When Celia comes. Right up her arse my shitty thumbs Increase her rapture. Gentle flower ! Flap go apace our bulging turns. The sea hath swallowed up the tower. Spunk trickles over both our bums In one ecstatic summer shower When Celia comes. VII When Celias sick I shit my drawers, Then wipe it up with them, then stick My head therein. …
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…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 a H...s. They have the immunities of their crapu- lence. Broken-hearted, with a mentule like a weeping willow, save that it would not wee…
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…und she had pissed her soul out. They carved a beautiful chamber-pot On her tomb : and this moral appear did : This elegant girl in an hour from her twat Poured more than the Nile in a year did. Through the ages of earth her faultless fame Will never alter nor vary : Stranger, hats off to the honoured name Of Micturating Mary ! [140]
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…aken me. Since the Countess called rot her rasp ! I have grown weaker, and I doubt if Leila herself could wake the old fuzzle for an hour or so. The flies were by this time a seeth- ing mass upon his manly master-member ; they fed like 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 Abbes…
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…bed her tufted treasure. The agony of the poor boy grew terrible to behold : but the erotic fancy of my mother was unabated. In about an hour from the beginning something gave way in his inside ; and in a dreadful shriek which my mother heard with a proud glad smile, kissing fondly the boyish lips, the blood gushed from his mouth, and he expired in torment. It was now my sisters turn to choose the sport. Her lustful eyes fixed upon a fine and full- [69]
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…ot be able to do with his prick ? Thought the witty little woman, the worthy pupil of Immanuel Kant. She fitted act to deduction, and an hour after the performance the trouble-giblets of Kluckchoo was worming about in the universally admired cunnikin of the fashionable nestlecock. His complaisance was however not without rea- son. Tell your old fumble monger, said he when her delirium was appeased, that I can give him a new sensation, and one of such delight that he will never have experienced the like, nay ! Nor the shadow of it. Do that to me…
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…l effect of so much-needed respite while the lady vomited quart after quart of most noxious bile and spirits upon the bed. For nearly an hour she retched and strained, giving off putrid farts and eructations as of a dyspeptic sow, while the sticky and purulent sweat ran over her blubber flanks. But at the expiration of that time, she was again ready for action, and indeed, seemed to be so set on edge by her involuntary abstention that I doubt whether after all I gained much by the interrup- tion. Hows the hot poultice for the Irish tooth- ache…
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…, and expired. Zuleika was avenged. But for all her gallantry the Amir was adamant. Your engagement was to aver- age over fifty cocks an hour (he said) and you have failed ; the penalty is known to you. The unhappy woman groaned and acquiesced. The eunuchs stuffed a vast quantity of rice into her front and back paddy-fields, and with delicate enemata of boiling water caused it to swell. They stood away at the critical moment and with yell like ten thou- sand devils in torment the bowels of the wretched woman burst open and she expired in fright…
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…appy days fled all too fast in mutual mas- turbation, in pure buggery, in all the arts of the successful sodomite. I thrill at this very hour with the sweet memory of those happy careless days. My prickle, my jolly little pizzle, my dainty Davy, my vimmy little Ox in [54]
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…and Hell-fire, climbed down, put his head out, and asked what the devil the knocking was about. Get away, dear, Adams gone out for an hour, quick, and dont hurt me. No, Eve, I will spend the night with you. But Adam ? Let him come in too. No, hell discover everything. Id rather any other plan. My plan is necessary you dont know all the secret yet. And with an affectionate little snap at the clitoris as he passed, Satan again withdrew into his cosy hiding-place. Adam soon returned victorious from his raid, and was very …
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