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THE PEARL,
A Journal of Facetię and Voluptuous
Reading.
No. 18 PUBLISHED MONTHLY. Dec, 1880
MY GRANDMOTHER'S TALE OR MAY'S ACCOUNT OF HER INTRODUCTION TO THE ART OF LOVE.
From an unsophisticated Manuscript found amongst the old lady's papers, after her
death, supposed to have been written about A.D. 1797.
SUZIE'S LETTER CONCLUDED.
Uncle got up and came to meet me, saying: "Welcome, Susey, I am glad you have come! How blooming you look! You must want your supper after such a long ride."
I threw my arms around his neck and kissing him, said: "Thank you, dear Uncle, for all your great kindness and especially for this lovely silk dress and the pretty garters you gave me."
"Does the dress fit you, my dear?" he asked, placing his hands on my bosom and squeezing it gently.
"Yes, Uncle dear," I said.
We then had supper, and Uncle insisted on my drinking four glasses of the champagne, which I found warmed up my blood as doubtless Uncle intended it should do.
After supper he said: "Susey, if you love me, show me your garters." "Oh, Uncle!" I replied blushingly, "would that be decent and proper?" "You are an ungrateful girl to refuse the first trifling request I make," he said.
"Not ungrateful, Uncle," I replied; "see here, please examine my pretty garters," and I stretched out both my legs as I continued sitting in my chair.
Uncle was on his knees between my legs in a moment, and put his hands first on one garter and then on the other, unclasping them and kissing my thighs just above the stockings.
Then he said: "Dear Susey, do you know that your mother was my favourite sister? And that as children we used to sleep together, and were fond of taking off each other's nightdress and of examining the difference in our naked bodies, and making water in the same pot. And now, dear Susey, I want to tell you that your dear mother on her death-bed confided you to my care, and I have paid for your education and maintenance all your life; and now I hope you will love me and be a comfort to me in my declining years."
"Yes, dear Uncle," I said, "you may depend on my doing everything in my power to give you pleasure."
"That's a good girl," said Uncle. "But now you can do something this minute to
please me, and that is to show me your cunny!"
I told him he could look at it if he wished. So as I was seated in an easy-chair he
lifted one of my legs over an arm of the chair and telling me to hold my clothing and
chemise out of the way, he exposed my cunny and bottom-hole to his delighted view,
and covered both with kisses, sucking and putting his tongue as far as possible into
both places. The end of this, of course, was that I gave down my liquor of love over
his tongue and he greedily sucked up every drop, declaring it was most delicious.
After this he pulled out his prick and pretended to me that he had fucked my mother, therefore he had a right to do the same to me!
I laughed at this reasoning and feigning ignorance of his meaning asked him to explain everything.
He then laid me on the sofa before the fire and undressed me and also himself, all the time praising the whiteness of my skin, and then, dearest May, he fucked me, and fancied he was the first that had penetrated my virgin slit, as he fondly called it.
Now I must close this letter, hoping you have had as much pleasure as I have in the way of fucking.
By the way, dear May, why don't you get your father to fuck you? Uncle says you would find it delicious, for he knows your father well and says he remembers that his cock is both long and very thick!
I remain, darling May, your loving friend,
SUSEY.
P.S.- Be sure and keep this letter a secret and don't let your father see it for the world! Write soon and tell me every-thing.
I put this precious letter in my pocket and then remembered that Kate had never told me how she first became acquainted with my father. So I went into the dining-room in search of her and found her and papa sitting on the sofa, with their private parts exposed and each was fondling and touching the other's genitals.
Papa caught sight of me and called out: "Come in May, I want you most particularly."
I went up to him.
He continued: "I want to see if the hair on your cunny is as fine and silky as this on Kate's cunt. Now be a good obedient girl and I will give you a silk dress and you shall choose the colour yourself."
How this promise dazzled me! I had had only one silk dress many years before and now the promise of choosing one myself conjured up visions of beauty to my mind's eye.
I replied quickly: "Yes, dear papa, I will do all you require," and I raised up my clothing as I stood in front of him.
"That is not convenient," he said. "You had better slip off your clothes except the chemise, Kate will help you."
So in a few moments my dress and petticoats were on the ground and I was
en chemise as I did not wear drawers in those days. In taking my dress over my head my pocket was emptied on the carpet and the letter caught my father's eye.
"Oh, a love letter," he cried, "fine goings on, Miss May! I must read this letter from your favoured lover!" and he picked it up and commenced to read it.
"It is not a love letter," I said, "but one from my school-friend Susey who is in Scotland with her uncle."
"All the same I shall read it aloud," said my father.
And he did so. And Kate whispered to me: "Don't be afraid of anything, May dearest, I will take your part."
My father was delighted with Susey's letter and as his breeches were unbuttoned as he sat on the sofa I could see his pego rise to a fine erection as he came to some of her descriptive passages.
At last he came to the end where she advised me to get my father to fuck me, and then he cried out: "Sensible girl this Susey! I wish she were here now. I must invite her and her uncle, my old friend, on a visit this summer, and we will have glorious times! But at present I am concerned to examine closely my daughter's cunny! And if she consents, willingly will I fuck her for I cannot use force to my own daughter, I love her too well for that! Only if she cheerfully consents to let me have my will, she shall have five guineas in addition to the silk dress and I will take her to the theatre one night each week!"
I exclaimed: "You dear kind papa! How much I love you! Yes, do whatever you like with me and teach me how to give you pleasure. I hope, dear Kate will not be jealous of poor little me?"
"No, no, dearest May," said Kate. "I shall never be jealous of you or any other girl your papa wished to fuck; in fact I should like to see him fuck all the girls in the parish, if he wanted to!"
Papa said: "Generous-hearted Kate, you shall never have cause to regret such unselfish conduct. It was the perfect nobleness and disinterestedness of your character which attracted me to you, and the more I see of your mental superiority the more I bless the hour we first became acquainted with each other! Now May, I am ready to fuck you!"
"And I, dear papa, am ready to be fucked," I replied smiling.
Kate insisted on papa stripping himself perfectly naked and also on removing my smock. She then told papa to lie flat on his back with his prick standing erect; she then made me lie on top of him and she slapped my bottom in time to papa's heaves and thrusts until the crisis came and my womb was deluged with paternal sperm.
I was swimming in delight and could not help calling out: "Thank you a thousand times, dear papa, for this delicious treat!"
"And thank you, my darling child, for giving me such exquisite pleasure," replied papa.
In the next bout our positions were altered and Kate took part in the pastime, placing herself in such a position that papa could see her cunny while he fucked mine.
We changed positions many times until papa said he must rest from his labours of love, and after partaking of refreshments we all three went to papa's bedroom and fell asleep on his bed, one on each side of him.
In the morning I asked papa to tell me how he became acquainted with Kate, and he replied as follows:
"Last Christmas I went up to London for a holiday and at my club I met with several old friends, who had daughters at school with Madame Stewart at Hampton Court. Sir Thomas Moreton, my neighbour, was one of the party, and while drinking our wine, we talked about our experiences in fucking, and afterwards the conversation turned to the subject of schoolmistresses whipping their scholars' bottoms. I argued that it was not done nowadays but might have been done years ago.
"Sir Thomas laid me a £50 bet that I was wrong and offered to take me to Mme. Stewart's to prove it.
"I accepted his wager and on the following Saturday evening accompanied him to Mme. Stewart's to put his wager to the test.
"We were conducted to a room fitted up with all kinds of punishment apparatus and at one end was a raised dais or platform, under which we seated ourselves, and the door being closed we found the front of the platform was pierced with peepholes in all directions so we had a perfect view of the room, which was brilliantly lighted up with wax candles whilst our recess was dark.
"Presently six girls were brought in by the governess and Madame Stewart ascended the dais over our heads and gave orders for the number of stripes and read the list of offences.
"The fair culprits were placed with their bottoms towards the dais so we had a full view of their struggles and wrigglings as the rod fell on their thighs and bottoms and we had many a peep at the tender cunny which peeped from between their legs.
"My Kate was one that was punished on that occasion and I was especially attracted by the quivering of the lips of her cunny as the rod fell on her lovely bottom. At last I was sure I could see the dear girl give down the pearly drops in pleasurable emission. Such sensitiveness charmed me, and when the punishment
was over I made an offer to Madame Stewart to take Kate home with me as a fucking-piece, offering her a bribe.
"Madame demurred at first then said the matter should be left to Kate's decision.
"She was called into the room and I told her how I was smitten with the sight of her naked charms and wanted her to come and live with me a few months every year.
"She first looked at my standing prick and then enquired if it would be any advantage to Madame Stewart and that if it would, she would come with me.
"I told her I offered Madame £50.
"'Then,' said Kate, 'I will go with you and trust in your honour as to your treatment of me.'
"Such disinterested conduct is most uncommon in this money-loving age and I love and honour Kate for it."
I told my father I was sure he would be generous to both Kate and myself.
He told me he was anxious I should be married to a gentleman of his acquaintance, an elderly rich widower.
I enquired how he knew anything about me and what was his name? To which my father replied his name was Mr. Sinclair and it was his cock I had become acquainted with, that he was over eighty years old, so I should be a rich widow probably in a few years. That the old gent was able to do a fair amount of fucking, but if I wanted more I could easily get a young man for a pound a week to do it for me.
I consented to my father's propositions and we invited Mr. T- (the resident tutor at the school mentioned at the beginning of my tale), to come to the wedding. We also invited Susey and her uncle.
They all came and I was married one fine May morning out of compliment to my name. After the ceremony the clergyman asked permission to have the first kiss on my cunny, which I granted him in the vestry.
We went for our wedding tour to the Isle of Wight for a month during which time my husband was satisfied he had got me with a child. He then gave me permission to have as much outside fucking as I wanted. I told him I should wait until we got home as I was longing for a taste of Mr. T's noble tool and also for my dear father's prick.
My husband was pleased with my determination and engaged Mr. T as librarian, and in that capacity he remained until the lamented decease of Mr. Sinclair at the age of ninety, who left me with one daughter nine years old, and all his money.
As soon after his death as was decent I married Mr. S whom I found to be one of the best husbands.
Susey often pays us a visit and brings young girls with her to please Mr. T who has a penchant for the unfledged cunny, and often has a game of blindman's buff with the naked children, and a romp with my little Agnes when she is naked. The little darling is now twelve years old and very proud of being able to make "her new papa's cocky get big," as she says, by rubbing her little cunny against its head.
Mr. T anticipates the pleasure of taking her maidenhead when she is fourteen. I tell him that it is too early and that he ought to wait until she is fifteen, but he is so impatient that I fear he will have his own way.
So good reader, both lady and gentleman, farewell!
And may you never want a fuck,
Nor yet a prick or cunt to suck.
FINIS.
ACROSTIC-MADRIGAL.
C ome love and dwell with me
U nder the greenwood tree,
N o one can happy be,
T han I shall be if bless'd with thee!
P laced near your mossy grot.
R ises a rustic cot.
I would bear thee to that spot.
C ool when the sun is hot;
K ind fair one, linger not!
F lowers bloom their brightest there!
U nknown fragrance fills the air!
C ome, sweet Chloe, grant the prayer.
K neeling I make to thee!
ACROSTIC-THE MARTYR.
F inn as a rock the noble martyr stood,
U nbending as a rod of tempered steel;
C almly he sees the touch ignite the wood,
K nowing the agony he soon must feel.
M ighty the influence which makes the body
Y ield prompt obedience to the power of will!
C onscious of being right, this is the motto,
U pon his banner writ in words of light.
N o other motive can supply the power,
T o cheer the martyr in his dying hour!
D ying because he would maintain the right,
E ver should rule in place of boastful might!
A nd so the martyr's name shall never die,
R ound the whole world the stirring tale shall fly.
P eoples unborn his noble name shall learn,
A nd his example make their bosoms burn;
P atriots shall hail him as a brother true,
A nd write his history for all to view!
THE DISAGREEABLE PASSENGER.
A Yorkshire excursion train the other day contained a rather morose-looking individual, who being offered the newspaper, grumpily replied: "I don't read!"
"Will you take a cigar then?" asked another passenger.
"I don't smoke!"
Presently a third offered him his flask.
"I don't drink!"
This happened in a carriage with open compartments, so a clergyman who had overheard it all and thinking that perhaps a little intellectual conversation would be more to his taste, leaned over the back of the seat and said: "Would you like to step over here with us, there is only myself, wife and daughter?"
"I don't fuck!" was all he got for his kind intention. And we need not say that he
was both disgusted and chagrined as the laughter of the others pealed through the
carriage.
A QUESTION OF LUNACY.
A lady the other day, wishing to get an imbecile son into an asylum, consulted a
doctor about a certificate and he naturally enquired as to the actions of the alleged
lunatic.
Lady- I must tell you that lately at Christmas he would get up at night and eat
all the mince-pie in the pantry.
Doctor- That is only gluttony.
Lady- There's something awfully shocking to tell: The other day he threw the
servant down the stairs and fucked her!
Doctor- Mere depravity, that's all. Now allow me to ex- plain the difference to
you, Madame! If you had told me that your son had eaten the servant and fucked the
mince-pies there could have been no doubt about the necessity of confining him in
an asylum.
THE SULTAN'S REVERIE.
An Extract from the Pleasures of Cruelty.
This brings to my mind, says Lucidora, a tale I have heard of the late Sultan,
who, being middle aged and worn out with the amorous exertions in the well-filled
seraglio, determines to seek some fresh excitement; everything seems so insipid and
blase to him.
At first he is at a loss how to amuse himself, but one day, discussing with his
chief eunuch the arrangements and routine of the harem, a circumstance which never
gave him a thought before suddenly gives him an idea that he may get both
satisfaction and excitement from cunt, viz., that when he came to the throne (he was
a nephew of the previous Commander of the Faithful), he left the Sultana Valide
unmolested, who in the lifetime of his predecessor had intrigued in every possible
manner to set aside his succession in favour of her own son contrary to the usual
Osmanif custom. Since which time the baffled Sultana, a beautiful lady of about
thirty, had peevishly shown her hatred of him by keeping the strictest seclusion, only
walking by herself quite unattended in the most secluded part of the extensive
gardens of the seraglio.
The Sultan had heard of the once famous beauty of this proud lady and was
assured by the Chief of Eunuchs that she was still surpassingly lovely and was
suspected of indulging in every variety of voluptuousness with the ladies of her suite
in private.
sultan.- "At what hour does she generally take her walk in the garden?"
chief of eunuchs.- "About seven in the morning, your Majesty; she is an early
riser and first goes to the Mosque then walks in the garden for an hour or more or sits
under the trees reading some exciting French work, but retires as soon as the eunuch
gardeners disturb her."
sultan.- "Well, good; keep the gardeners from that part of the garden
tomorrow. I will have a private interview with her Majesty."
chief of eunuchs.- "Her Majesty would feel insulted to be addressed in the
garden even by the Sultan. Consider, Sire, her late position, and what deference
would she expect even from your Majesty yourself."
sultan.- "By the beard of the prophet! I'll bring her to her senses without even
telling her who I am. She has never seen me. It will afford infinite satisfaction to
witness her naughty, proud indignation, at a stranger's intrusion on her privacy. But
leave me to consider her dignity, all I want is that you keep out all intruders, and be
sure to awaken me early enough in the morning."
Next day, at an early hour, the Sultan is ready for his anticipated excitement. It
is a lovely morning in early spring; and he thoroughly enjoys the invigorating, soft
sea-breeze which rustles the leaves of the trees over his head.
Seating himself on the grass behind an Oleander thicket, close to a pretty little
lake, so as to command a long vista of one of the principal walks, he gives himself
up to a reverie of his chibouque. "Ah, to think I never thought of her before, the
beautiful haughty. Oh, Allah, what a fine revenge for all she did against me. What a
delicious time of day. How curious that although I can scarcely get my poor cock to
rise at the prettiest of my odalisques, one always awakes in the morning with a
standing pego. What is the cause of it? Perhaps it indicates the proper time of day
for voluptuous indulgence. Ah, yes! That must be so for I always notice how I am,
especially if I have indulged in too much Frankish brandy overnight. That's our only
stimulant. Ah, Allah! why did the prophet forbid us the glorious wine? Spirits were
not known then or he would have put a veto on that also. Women, women, nothing
but women for good believers! What a man that prophet must have been and after
all nothing else for us in heaven! Shall we not be exhausted or cloyed with pleasure
there? Ha! Ha! Ha! Of course I'm a true Musselman, but it takes a big faith to
believe all that, or about Isa either. Religion is a manufactured article in all
countries, a monopoly not to be interfered with lightly; but no one will know the
mystery until after death. How true the saying of Solomon: 'That the only real good
is to enjoy your life and thank God for it.' There is but one God, whoever is his
prophet; we were never intended to make ourselves miserable.
"Ah! Xerxes must have been like myself when he offered such rewards for a
new pleasure. He had found himself all used up. 'Vanity of Vanities' said the
preacher who had three hundred princesses for wives and seven hundred concubines.
"It was Xerxes who married Esther, Queen Vashti reminds me of the Sultana
Valide; how I will humble her and enjoy her humiliated rage as she finds herself
helpless in my power.
"Esther, they say, won the king's heart through the voluptuous instruction
imparted to her by Mordecai. All the other virgins only just submitted themselves to
the Royal Ravisher; but Esther not only did that but when he was spent with his first
efforts played with him and sucked his affair, and after all presented her beautiful
bottom to his aroused priapus, which so excited him he was obliged to ravish that
also, and finally put the crown on her head, not as one of the most beautiful of all
virgins but simply to reward the erotic excitement she had raised by her dalliance.
Oh; that I had such a nice girl in my harem; they are all duffers. Ha, there she comes
up the walk," catching a glimpse of the beautiful Sultana coming towards him
unveiled and book in hand evidently intent on seating herself under a tree close at
hand. Watching all her actions, the Sultan continued to enjoy his smoking and after
a little while the lady seated herself on a little mound of grass under a shady tree,
proceeding to peruse her book, soon being so absorbed in its contents that she did not
perceive his stealthy approach from behind, so that he actually stood at her back
looking over her shoulder and reading the same page as she was feasting on. The
title of the work was Le Diable au Corps, a most erotic and sensual book, which
seemed so to excite her that she sighed and swayed herself about whilst one hand
was quite lost under her clothes, and seemed to the Sultan to be very curiously
engaged somewhere. She reads and she sighs, and he sighs, but unnoticed by the
beautiful student.
What charms he can see all down her neck and voluptuously rounded bosom,
having just under his eyes the dazzling white skin, and blue-black hair streaming
down in three long plaits along her back, the lovely delicate hands, and plump
rounded arms.
How curious it is that anything improper or forbidden has such an exciting effect
on all mankind. Here the Sultan, who could feast unmoved by the delicious charms
of hundreds of lovely girls in his harem, is strongly excited by the charms of one so
unwittingly exposed to view.
His manly weapon rises in all its forgotten vigour. The Sultana has thrown back
the light shawl which covered her shoulders, so as to leave her neck quite exposed.
He frigs himself over his unsuspecting victim when she suddenly drops backwards at
full length, her eyes closed, her sensuous smile of enjoyment on the lips, rather apart,
with one knee bent upwards and the hitherto unseen hand evidently working
something under her clothes. As she sighs and almost sobs with pleasure, her
beautiful legs are quite exposed with nothing on them, but delicate slippers on the
feet. Drawers are quite wanting in the royal apparel.
Sultans are mortal, and however he might have wished to prolong and enjoy the
sight, it was impossible for him to restrain his own emotions. The ecstatic moment
had arrived, he directs his swollen excited member downwards and showers a good
stream of sperm all over her face, neck, and bosom, laughing: "Ha! Ha! Ha! by the
prophet you are a wanton woman. What the devil have you got under your clothes?"
Thunderstruck, crimsoning with shame, the Sultana's eyes start open. Then she
hides her face in her shawl, shrieking: "Ah! Ah! Help! A man! A man!"
The Sultan gave her a vigorous kick: "You may scream but who's to help you?
Do you want to expose your own shame, or do you really want a man?"
She springs to her feet and attempts to fly but he dexterously catches the tail of
her dress and in the endeavours to effect her escape pulls her clothes over her head
so that she is quite uncovered, her arms helpless, whilst every part of her beautiful
body from the waist downwards is fully exposed.
What a sight meets his gaze! A splendid swelling mount an covered with long,
black, curly hair, extending far over her beautiful belly, and some inches down on
the inside of her thighs, most extraordinary large rounded buttocks, quite out of
proportion to her size, but so exciting to behold and replete with voluptuous pleasure.
sultana, shrieking.- "Ah! Ah! How shameful! Oh! Oh! Let me go, or your
life win pay the forfeit!"
sultan.- "Ha, ha! Will you, indeed, spare my life, lady?" whilst still keeping
her head and hands in a helpless condition. He inflicts a furious kick on her bottom,
which he repeats again and again, as she begs and cries for mercy, promising
everything she can think of to be released; her bottom bruised all over and slightly
bleeding in places.
sultana.- "Oh! Oh! Allah! Have mercy. Deliver me from this demon!"
sultan.- "Ha, ha! Cry away to Allah. You ought to be one of the Peris in the
Prophet's Paradise. A wanton woman like you would be properly employed there.
What's that instrument I see lying in the grass dropped from you just now? Tell me
this instant what it is or I will murder you."
sultana.- "Oh, oh, mercy! It's only a French godemiche!"
sultan.- "A godemiche? What's that for? Speak up" (giving another furious
kick).
sultana.- "Oh! Oh! We ladies use it to excite ourselves. Oh, if you only
knew who I am!"
sultan.- "Indeed Madame. Tell me, pray, perhaps I may show you some
respect."
sultana, hopefully.- "You little think, for I'm the Sultana Valide, it will be
fearful for you if anyone should come and catch you."
sultan.- "Ha! Ha! You wish me to believe that, you wanton! Now tell me
true, are you not one of the lower women of the palace?" (Kicking again, this time
her belly, almost making her faint with the shock.)
sultana, shrieking.- "Oh! Oh! Mercy! I am indeed the Sultana. Oh! Mercy!
Oh!" (as kicks follow in quick succession).
sultan.- " So you are really the Sultana and you wish me to believe that, do
you?" (Taking advantage of her ceasing to struggle to tie her to a tree with her
clothes still over her head, helpless as before.) "Now, you lying woman, I'll teach
you to pass yourself off as the Sultana. Here," (placing the godemiche in her cunny)
"I'll give you pleasure; tell me how you feel, if I do it nicely or not, or I'll murder you
on the spot. Wait a little. I've got a better idea; you must do it yourself; feel my
knife," said he again, pricking her bottom and making the blood to run freely.
"Resist and I'll kill you; turn around!"
So he alters the fastening till she is extended full length on her back, still secured
to the little tree. Then with his knife he cuts a hole through her clothes. She can just
put in one hand and use the godemiche.
"That will do; work away at once! I'm going to make a nice little switch from
this prickly shrub to keep you up to your work."
The poor Sultana, nearly dead with fright, does her best to obey. His rod of
prickly shrubs cuts and scratches her hips and thighs, and sometimes the mount,
drawing drops of blood at every stroke. She frantically works her instrument,
presenting to his view, as he kneels close in front of her, a most luscious and
voluptuous sight, for she is one of those rare women who are splendidly furnished
with an enlarged clitoris and prominent pouting lips to her cunny, which are now
plainly seen as they draw out and recede, clinging lasciviously to the working
godemiche. Dropping the switch he amuses himself by pinching and nipping her
clitoris and all around the gaping luscious mouth of her vermilion gap.
His touch seems to electrify her. She screams with delight: "Oh, oh, oh! You
make me come! How hot I am! Good heavens! Allah! Allah!" and she spends with
such profusion that it shoots all over his fingers as the godemiche is still worked by
her nervous hands.
sultan.- "Now, withdraw that nasty thing and let me inspect your wanton
crack; you're never a modest woman to have behaved as you have. Give me that
godemiche, I'll put it in my pocket."
sultana.- "Oh, pity me! Let me go now. Do have mercy!"
sultan.- "You bitch of a dog, who are you? Now confess or you shall be more
and more punished."
sultana.- "Oh! Oh! Mercy! I am indeed the Valide! If this was found out
nothing would save me, for the Sultan is my enemy!"
sultan, laughing ironically.- "Ha! Ha! Ha! You think he would have you
thrown into the Bosphorus in a sack, do you not? How many poor girls have you
served so in your times?"
sultana.- "Oh, none! I was never cruel or jealous like some of the favourites."
sultan.- "Such lies convince me you are not what you pretend to be; now
speak the truth will you? I might as well tell you I am the Padishah himself! Did he
never have you? They say he's been a regular goat in the harem."
sultana.- "You won't believe me; oh, mercy! mercy! I've been a chaste
woman all my life."
sultan, beginning to flog her again with the prickly twigs.- "Chaste, chaste,
chaste - I should think so after what I have seen-" (giving scratching switches at
every word).
The poor woman kicks about and writhes in agony. Her flesh is soon covered
with blood which only seems to excite his fury the more. She screams wildly for
mercy, sobbing for mercy: "Oh! Ah! Allah! Allah! Mercy, holy prophet! I shall
die! Oh, finish me!"
His excitement is now at its highest. He throws himself upon her, exclaiming:
"Holy Prophet, holy Prophet, that puts me in mind of your bottom-hole!" Throwing
her legs over his shoulders, he first plunges his bursting instrument into her cunny,
well to lubricate it, then presents the head to her dark brown fundus; he thrusts
furiously and soon gains a partial insertion. "Oh! Oh! You'll split me!" she screams;
"not there, not there, I never would allow the Sultan to do that. Oh, oh! Never.
What shame! What filthiness!" she sighs as he pushes on and on, to complete
possession, and he rests a little after his exertions, but the nervous nippings and
contractions of the fundamental canal are too exciting. He spends a stream of his
essence into her bowels which she involuntary meets with a slight heave of her
bottom. Both of them exhausted, they remain quite still for some few minutes,
affording him infinite pleasure, as he causes his dilated instrument to respond to the
contracting pulsations of her anus.
sultan.- "Are you finished now, you wanton?" withdrawing from her body
with a noise something like the drawing of a cork so tightly is the muscle of her
bottom contracted around his still inflamed affair. "Ah, ha! how tightly you hold!
Haven't you had enough? Ha! Ha! I'll take a love token from you, just to remember
your pussey when I look at it." So saying, he cut off a good lock of the fine, long,
black curly hair of her cunny. "I must have enough to make a bracelet for my wife,
she will little think where it came from," he said, hacking away again and again,
causing excruciating pain.
"Oh! Ah! Ah! help! Oh, do have mercy! My God!" she sobs. "I shall never be
able to take a bath; my assistants will see, it's all gone! Oh, oh, pity me!" she
screams, but he cuts on, enjoying her screams and sobbings till the mouth of her
crack looks like a chin unshaved for a fortnight.
"You lying woman, I've made a nice Sultana of your pussey for you, and now
I'll really finish you off and let you go."
"Holy Prophet! be merciful! Oh, what more misery can you inflict?" sobbing
and screaming.
sultan, stuffing a tuft of grass up her fundus.- "That will keep out the cold! Be
a pity for a Sultana to catch cold!"
Her legs are wide open showing the red lips and clitoris of her pussey all
smeared as they are with blood and sperm; then gathering several tufts of grass with
the earth clinging to the roots he proceeds to pelt her cunny with them until one
fairly sticks in the entrance. The poor woman is almost unconscious, moaning and
sighing, incapable of any efforts to save herself.
With a brutal laugh he shoves his toe into her crack, saying: "Now the cold will
keep out of there, too!" Then unloosening her clothes and allowing her to uncover
her face he enjoys the spectacle of her tearful, pitiable looks as she sobs and moans
in her exhausted state. "Ha, ha! a little water will revive you, you wanton Sultana.
You'd better pick yourself up and go back to your apartment," said he, making water
all over her and even into her gaping mouth.
She chokes, gasps and falls back in a lifeless swoon. This last indignity had
finished her.
So having her to recover as best she could he retires from the scene.
A few days afterwards the Sultan requests an audience of the Sultana Valide, as
he hears she has been indisposed, and when; ushered into her apartment she receives
him unveiled in consequence of his exalted rank as her sovereign.
the sultan, refusing to be seated.- "Madame, hearing you were ill I have
brought you a present which I hope may restore your animation a little; especially if
you use it vigorously as I have seen you do." And he places in her hands a casket of
Morocco leather, ornamented with gold, which contains her godemiche. "If your
Imperial Highness will look, you will see how I have improved it." (He had put a
quantity of her own hair on the india-rubber to make the instrument look more
natural.) "I have still enough left to make myself a keepsake," said he, inclining his
head as he withdrew from her apartment. "Au revoir, I have repaid you for all your
former kindnesses to me."
You may imagine the angry, furious looks of indignant hate which she cast at
him as he looked steadily at her, enjoying her shame and confusion whilst giving his
present.
HOW HE LOST HIS WHISKERS.
An Episode in the Life of Steve Broad.
You didn't know Steve Broad? More's the pity! A jollier, better-heard and
manlier fellow never pissed against a wall.
He was my constant chum from the time we occupied some diggings in Camden
Town. Till he went to Australia we were together.
The Siamese Twins, Castor and Pollux, were not more inseparable.
Old Jack Falstaff and Prince Henry and Poins loved each other because "their
legs were both of a bigness."
Shall I whisper the secret or one of the secrets of our attachment? Our pricks
were both of a length and our arse-holes the same gauge. Don't infer too much from
that admission. It was not often that we fucked. There, I will tell you a story that
will show you the sort of fellow he was.
Steve had a pal, Alf Nugent, and he and Alf had lived together as chums. Alf
occasionally receiving a visit in his lodging from a pretty sister, Lettice, as they
called her from Letty Nugent, a charming little blonde with oh! such shoulders; a
mouth humid and peachlike and a pair of eyes that would entice the bark off a tree.
It was not long before Steve and Letty struck up an acquaintance. Steve could
make love like a Romeo.
Letty was "willing" as Barkis, and the brother Alf was not one to spoil sport, so
the three got on charmingly together, Alf often gave a pleasant little party. I was
invited. Steve had made my acquaintance in the city, and took me there. I
introduced a young girl Kitty Marshall, and Alf brought his inamorata, Nellie
Grover. So that the six of us formed a pleasant little gathering and rare fun we had.
Let me sketch for you one of our social meetings after a recherche supper,
prepared by the nimble hands of Letty Nugent, who turned out every article as
palatable as Ruth Pinch's Steakpie.
The table was cleared of all but wines and fruits, the couches were drawn up to
the fire and the six of us would go in for a little fun.
Steve would warble in his rich manly voice a polly song, such as:
There's a thing that bears a well-known name,
Though it is but a little spot;
Its smell sets my heart and my brain in a flame,
And its touch makes my prick grow hot,
'Tis the sweetest thing this world can show,
To praise it can't be wrong;
'Twill set your blood in a fervid glow,
Make your prick grow stiff and long.
'Tis a woman's cunt. Her glorious fan,
Oh, a cunt is the pride of an Englishman.
That cunt will not be treated with shame,
But calls for proper respect;
And though mostly fit for a fucking game,
Yet it sometimes in mourning is decked.
Then beware how you go with the darling then,
Or perhaps sorely punished you'll be;
For cunt won't be the sport of men,
When it wants its privacy.
For caprice is part of cunt's own plan
To enhance its joys to an Englishman.
But when cunt is ready, I give you the tip,
No half-hearted play can it stand;
It likes to be fondled with tongue and with lip,
And shuns not the touch of your hand.
But the glorious Prick sets Miss Cunt in a thrill,
She loves a prick, long, thick, and firm.
And she'll wriggle and pant till you madly fill
Her bang full of glowing sperm.
You may frig and gamahuche and try every plan,
But fair fucking's the pride of an Englishman.
Of course a song like this was well received and quickly followed by a practical
illustration.
My little lady, Kitty Marshall, warmly defended gamahuching and so did I; for
laying Kitty down on the couch and parting her beautiful legs I displayed to the
others a cleft that an angel would think it a new joy to suck. Soon the whole six of
us were engaged in an amorous orgy, and Steve, who certainly could boast the most
magnificent priapus that ever adorned a man, took pretty little Letty in his arms and
gave her what you may call an "Exhibition Fuck." His balls knocked against the
entrance of her lovely quim and at last when she wriggled and panted and hugged
him into a spend he poured such a libation into her that we could see it overflow and
they mutually lay entranced until we revived them with some glorious wine.
Then we would go in for a game of blindman's buff, all being stripped naked and
armed with birch; we would scamper about the room, cutting right and left, and
endeavouring to land some smart blows on each other's glowing posteriors, until
thoroughly exhausted; we would sit down on our smarting arses for a good story or
song.
Apropos of our game of blindman's buff, Alf told us a good story.
A respectable-looking old buck was brought before Mr. Norton, the magistrate,
charged with dog stealing or rather enticing ladies' dogs to follow him with the
intention of stealing them.
"Well, sir," said Mr. Norton, "what have you to say to this charge?"
"If your honour will allow me to explain it in my own way and give you a little
bit of my history I think I can prove it is all a mistake."
"Well," said the magistrate, "go on."
"Well, your honour, a year or two ago I had a little money and wishing to see
life I took a walk late at night in the neighbourhood of Haymarket, and got into the
company of one of those girls."
"One of what girls?" said Norton.
"A whore."
"Well, sir, your expression is far from elegant, but I understand you."
"Well, your honour, this girl enticed me home and there I found a lot of her
companions and a nice little spree we had. At last we proposed a game of blindman's
buff, and as I was the only male present it was proposed that we should all strip and
then the ladies should be blindfolded and a prize given to the lady that caught me.
Oh, it was jolly fun to see the girls running about naked and catching hold of each
other and their slipping their hands down to the proper place to feel if it was the man
they held; but they kept giving me such jolly slaps on my bottom that I tried to run
out of the door when one of the girls picked up my umbrella which stood in the
corner and made a lunge at me (the devil must have looked). Oh, the tip of the
umbrella entered my fundament as it was turned to her and as she withdrew it the
ferule was left behind, and there it is now, and every time I sigh-"
"Every time you what?" asked Mr. Norton.
"Well, every time I fart, if you like, the ferule whistles and the dogs follow me
and I can't help it."
Mr. Norton laughed heartily at this explanation, told him not to diet windily, and
let him go.
But, however, to return to Steve. He soon got to be really in love with Letty,
proposed marriage to her and had the full consent of her brother Alf, and the
promised consent of her father; and it was arranged that on the return of Alf and his
sister to their country home, Steve should come on a visit and get the old boy's
consent.
The old gentleman invited him to get a look at him.
The time came. Alf and Letty went home and Steve was soon to follow.
At last the day arrived and he went.
After picking up his traps, bidding his landlady good-bye, and giving the slavey
a farewell grind on the kitchen-dresser, he took himself down to the station, booked
for Fairbanks, and was soon seated alone in a first-class carriage.
Alone! Yes, all but a delightful companion - the last number of
The Pearl with
which and his favourite meerschaum Steve whiled away the time as the stations flew
past.
It was a beautiful day but he heeded not the aspect of the country, so thoroughly
was he absorbed in the doings of Lady Pokingham and Miss Coote, etc.
All this excited his imagination until he got in a most furious state, not knowing
how to ease his torment, and only wishing that he had a companion on the journey,
whether male or female, he would have heeded not. He was in such a pitch of
excitement that he would have got into a kangaroo, when-
The train stopped at Bellevue, and-
A young lady got on board carrying a rather large bundle which she placed
under the seat and then sat down.
Steve's heart bounded as he noticed her light flowing hair, her airy step, and her
little figure. But she was closely veiled and as yet he could not see her face, but the
lovely swell of her bosom, the creamy whiteness of the little bit of her throat that was
visible convinced him that she was young and lovely.
The train sped on. Modestly the young lady kept her veil down and Steve thrust
The Pearl in his pocket and was soon deep in the Times.
Oh, how that veiled face piqued him! Again, again and again he cast his eyes to
it over the
Times but the veil was still down.
"Does the draught annoy you?" said Steve, pointing to the partly opened
window.
"Not at all, thank you," replied a sweet voice behind the veil.
Something in the voice thrilled Steve through. He had heard it before he felt
sure, and he was more anxious than ever to see the face it belonged to.
At last as they passed a certain station with a sigh of relief she threw up her veil
and turned her face to her hero.
"Good heavens, Kate, is it you?"
"Why, Mr. Broad, who would have thought of seeing you. Oh, I am so glad.
You know that odious old lawyer, that wanted to marry me? Well I am positively
flying from him and until I passed this station I felt they would pursue me. That is
why I kept myself veiled but now I am quite out of my trouble, I think; for I have got
a disguise which I shall put on. I tried all I could to get into an empty carriage but
the guard assured me there was not one, but now you can help and not hinder me."
Let me tell you now, that Steve and the lady were old friends. They had met the
first time at some private theatricals. Steve made love to her in the character of a
French Count on the stage, and in his character of an English lover
off the stage, he
managed to make a first appearance in Kate's delicious cunny. In fact he took her
maidenhead and many a delightful love-fuck they had, until Kate went abroad. And
now they had met again under such strange circumstances.
"Let me tell you quickly," said Kate, "I am engaged to Paul Jellocombe, you
remember him. Well, love, you won't be jealous when I tell you we are going to be
married as soon as ever I am of age. I have escaped from home and mean to stay
with Paul's folks until a few weeks elapse when I shall be my own mistress. And
now for my plan: I have eluded them so far, but for fear they should dispatch a
message to the telegraph station and stop me I have brought a disguise, and now,
help me on with it, quick. You shall be my lady's-maid."
Before Steve had time to get his breath the charming, volatile girl took off
bonnet and cloak, undid her dress, whipped it off around her feet, exposing a lovely
pair of white shoulders and two glowing breasts, small for her size, but round,
polished as marble.
If Steve's priapus had before been excited it was now delirious.
Jumping from his seat he helped her take off her petticoats, etc., until she came
to her drawers.
"Stop sir, that will do," said Kate, "I don't want any further undressing. No!
No! Don't be foolish. I can allow no liberties. Quick, I know this line well, you
have only just time to turn me into a middy before we get to the next station."
Stooping as she spoke she undid the bundle at her feet and quick as her nimble
fingers could move and with Steve's assistance, she was soon dressed as a middy.
Her light hair was tucked cleverly up, a short crisp wig assumed. Her cap stuck
jauntily on her head. She looked as smart and trim a middy as ever saluted the
quarter-deck.
The transformation was no sooner completed than the train stopped at a station,
and they both jumped out for refreshments.
The rollicking girl, her walk, her gait, showed her well fitted to play her part.
She was indeed no mean actress.
As soon as they were back in the carriage, which Steve adroitly secured for
themselves by puffing a tremendous cloud of smoke in the eyes of an old lady who
would have entered, Steve took the middy on his knee.
"Well, Kate, love, this is quite an adventure and I tell you, it is a long way to the
next station, and as it has been one of the great ambitions of my life to fuck a
midshipman this is too good an opportunity to let it pass."
Kate offered no resistance. Thrusting his hand into the bosom of her jacket he
first felt her round and polished breasts, pinched her nipples and fired her with his
wanton touches and the hot burning kisses he printed on her lips. Then unbuttoning
his trousers he allowed his splendid staff d'amour to display itself before her.
"Oh, Steve, how it has grown since I saw it last," said Kate mischievously as she
took it in her hand.
"Yes," said Steve, who could not resist a pun, "I have heard him groan for a taste
of your darling cunny. Come, let me feel how it is getting on?"
As he spoke he slid his hand into her trousers and felt her cunt, moist and mossy,
tickled her clitoris, and roused all her warming passions.
As the train sped on they abandoned themselves to all that their impassioned
natures could suggest.
Steve knelt down on the floor of the carriage and opening wide Kate's legs he
pressed his hot lips to her creamy cunt, and gamahuched her, until she spent in
delirious pleasure.
And then when all his feelings were working up to such a pitch of excitement
that he could no longer contain himself, he laid her supple form over the seat and
getting into her from behind he thrust his prick to the very hilt in her reeking cunt.
One, two, three thrusts and as he clasped her to him with a convulsive thrill he
poured out his manly balm in an ecstasy of enjoyment.
"Hi, hi! Stop that you infernal scoundrels! Oh, you dirty rascals!"
In a sudden bewildered start of alarm they looked round to see a red, round,
indignant face, ornamented with a bristly white moustache arid surmounted by a tuft
of white hair that made the upper part of the head look like an infuriated cockatoo.
His face was peeping on them through a window in their compartment, which
being concealed by a curtain the same colour as the carriage they had not noticed.
The passenger in the next compartment, reaching something from the back over
his head, was prompted to draw the curtain and his restless, listless curiosity was
rewarded by seeing Steve ram his hungry prick into Kate's writhing cunt, but as the
old boy thought, into the arse.
In a minute Steve and Kate arranged their costume, and were sitting down whilst
the passenger continued to glare at them muttering subdued imprecations and
swearing he would charge them at the next station.
Without turning his head Steve whispered to Kate to get out at the next station,
to bolt through for the highroad and leave him to detain the old boy until he could
join her.
Quick as thought, as they neared the station, Steve bolted out, using a railway
key he always carried. He locked the compartment in which the old man was alone
and he and Kate dashed through the station before the fat old duffer could cause
them to be stopped.
Quickly as they could they made for the country and had a parting rural fuck
which they thoroughly enjoyed.
There is really something delightful in rural out of doors, al fresco fuck, the
music of the birds, the babbling of the nearby stream, the fresh air fanning your face,
and invigorating your frame, seem to me to always give great zest and vigour to the
performance. I know for myself the thrusts I give are more vigorous, the sperm I
spend is more copious and the thrill always more delightful when I have a glorious
country-fuck in the open air.
"Good-bye, I am sure it will not be long before I see you again," said Kate.
"And married or not, remember, there is always a loving, dear, affectionate little
cunny to welcome you whenever you see me."
"Farewell," said Steve, "and be sure my prick will always stand your true
friend."
So they parted.
A hearty welcome awaited Steve at the hands of Alf Nugent and his charming
sister Letty.
They were alone in the house, their father being expected shortly, so they made
him quite free.
After a jolly meal for which his long walk had given him an appetite, Alf said:
"Now let me show you our private boudoir."
Following him, Steve soon found himself in a most tastefully furnished little
room. A pianoforte stood in one corner, other musical instruments were about the
room, splendid pictures of voluptuous scenes adorned the walls and a glorious couch
that seemed fit for a seraph to recline on stood the chief object of attention.
"And now," said Alf, "before my father comes home, and he will not be long, he
has only some slight business in the town, let us see if you are in good form. Letty is
dying for a fuck and I shall have great pleasure in seeing you operate."
Steve was quite reinvigorated. It took but a little time for them to undress the
lovely girl and lay her at full length on the soft spring-couch.
In a few moments Steve was on her, and his prick buried to the hilt in her
luscious cunt.
"Go to it, Steve," said Alf. "Give it to her. The young hussey has some good
stuff to spend, I know, for she sucked my prick three times yesterday. There now,
you are getting slow but I'll warm you up, I warrant," and suiting the action to the
word, Alf seized a birch from a corner and laid it smartly across Steve's arse.
This quickened his strokes and soon a shiver shook their bodies and Letty and he
melted in a glorious spend.
"Oh, poor Alf, look at his prick," said Letty.
And turning around as he slid off her, Steve certainly noticed the stiffness of
Alf's prick and it was in a most painful state of excitement.
Whilst Steve readjusted his clothes, Letty dropped quietly to her knees, and
taking Alf's prick between her ruby lips, soon sucked it into a state of quiescence
whilst Steve looked on highly amused at the look of gratified pleasure which soon
spread over Alf's countenance.
"Hark!" said Alf, "what is that! A carriage, as sure as I live, it must be father.
Look, Steve, from the window, who is it?"
Steve looked out.
"It is an old gentleman coming up the garden walk, Alf. Is that your father?"
Alf peered out.
"Yes."
"Then for heaven's sake don't let him see me, I must disguise myself. I cannot
stop now to tell you how, but something must be done to destroy my identity or I am
done for. Quick, Letty, you go down and meet your father; Alf and I will join you
presently!"
Letty soon disappeared, though burning with curiosity. She was docile and did
as she was bidden.
"Now, Alf," said Steve, "your guv'nor saw me in the railway carriage fucking a
lovely girl, but as I was having her backwards and she was disguised as a sailor - a
tale hangs to it but I can't tell you now - I expect he thought I was doing a bit of
backdoor work and as he may be a particular old boy he must not know me again."
Steve was a young man of decision. Although it cost him a sigh, his beautiful
whiskers were, soon sacrificed. His tact and skill soon changed his whole
appearance and when he descended to join Letty and Mr. Nugent, but for a sign from
Alf, Letty would not have known him. Much less did Mr. Nugent recognize the bold
flicker of the railway.
That's how Steve lost his whiskers.
A curious sequel hangs to the story.
After dinner, when the gentlemen were alone, the old gentleman began:
"A very curious circumstance happened to me this morning when in a railway-
train. I happened accidentally to look through the window of the compartment and
saw a young man actually in the act of indecency with a midshipman; the rascals
escaped by locking me in the carriage. However, in the carriage he had left, the
young villain dropped a book. I took charge of it; as I had no spectacles I did not
look close at it but as it doubtless contains some clue to the rascal, look at it for me."
Steve saw in a moment it was The Pearl; but knowing no clue to his identity was
in it, he just glanced at it, handed it back, advising old Nugent to look at it more
closely in the privacy of his chamber.
The old chap retired presently for his afternoon nap, taking the book with him,
and soon after they heard peals of laughter from his room. Then he was heard
walking up and down and soon his voice was heard calling Patty, his favourite
servant.
Alf and Steve peeped through the keyhole after she had entered the room and
saw him reading passages from the book. Then taking her in his arms he laid her on
the bed, and raising his shirt-tail, he displayed his prick, stalwart and strong. In a
few moments it was lodged in her creamy cunt. And both Steve and Alf were
convinced that the old boy knew the way there.
In the evening old Nugent called Letty and Steve, joined their hands and said:
"Bless you my children! A delightful little work I have been reading today has put
fucking in such a beautiful light that I at once give you my consent to commence it
as soon as possible. I have quite altered my opinion about that young fellow I saw
and am convinced that to give his prick a treat is the first duty of every man at all
times. I propose now that your nuptials shall be celebrated by a glorious fucking
tournament."
This was done. Happiness was the lot of them all that evening.
Old Nugent never found out Steve's escapade. He died soon after and left them
a heap of money, and so amorous was the old boy to the last that they had to send for
the servant to toss him off, before they could get the lid on the coffin.
Kate married and is quite happy and I long to see Steve and have another laugh
with him over: "How he lost his whiskers."
The ladies in America have taken to dabbling on the Stock Exchange.
The following telegrams passed between two lady friends and rather puzzled the
telegraph officials.
"Dear Louise, a bull here has a large concern for which he is anxious to find an
opening. Can you accommodate him?"
The reply was:
"I cannot at present as my monthly settlements are on, but if the bull can keep it
standing for a week, I have no doubt I can find a vacancy for it."
Q.- When is a newly married lady like the Victory at Trafalgar?
A.- When her cock-pit is full of bloody semen.
THE NOVICE.
A pretty little novice in her convent woke at dawn,
And looking from her lattice she spied upon the lawn,
A handsome shepherd quite intent
On playing with his instrument, his instrument so long!
She raised the window softly and watched him for a while,
Delighted with his movements, then asked him with a smile:
"Oh shepherd, pray, my wish consent,
And say what is that instrument, that instrument so long?
You play with it so nicely, it gives me joy to see,
So dear, I implore you, to teach the same to me;
Oh, kind young shepherd, pray consent,
I'll finger well your instrument, your instrument so long!"
He looked up to her lattice with pleasure in his eye,
And cried: "Come down, fair maiden, for there you are too high,
Far, far too high for the extent,
That I can stretch my instrument, my instrument so long."
She tarried not a moment, but swiftly rushed below,
And with the handsome shepherd she learned her lesson so
That soon she played most excellent
Fantasies on his instrument, his instrument so long!
The first sweet lesson over for her too fast, she then
In winning tones addressed him: "I'd like to play again.
Once more her fingers to work went,
Which made him use his instrument, his instrument so long!
But strangers seemed approaching, the fair girl bid him fly,
And cried: "Oh, don't forget me, whene'er you travel by,
Oft, oft, come back, and we'll invent
Fresh tunes for that dear instrument, that instrument so long!"
A GENTLEMAN'S WIG.
Tune - "Derry-Down."
I sing not of despots, or slaves who submit,
Not of farmer George, Jenky, Dundas, Fox or Pitt!
My ballad's the bantling of laughter and gig,
'Tis of an old cock in a c-tified wig.
'Gainst the poll tax of Pitt this old codger did rave,
Like a felon transported, it forc'd him to shave.
"Tho' tried for my life," said th' old buck, "I'll rob
The tail of some Dolly to build a brown bob."
Near Somerset House he fell in with a tit,
And he thought for his purpose the c-tling was fit;
But when he examin'd her parts; d'ye see,
All the hair of her c-t wouldn't make a toupee.
The same night he picked up a merry-ars'd wench,
The hair-quantum stuff of the wise-wig'd bench;
Whilst on her back, sleeping as fast as a top,
He with keen cutting scissors her c-t made a crop.
Away went the thief, and the barber received,
The booty, for which a final caul he had weav'd;
But strange! whilst old razor the wig had in hand,
The pole in his breeches did constantly stand.
Well pleas'd with his plight, Razor laid by his work,
And lather'd the beard of his wife like a Turk.
"Keep the wig," said she, "love, don't expose it for sale.
'Tis bob for your head and a bob for my tail."
The wig frizz'd and curl'd, closely shav'd Codger's nob;
Away went the barber to try on the bob;
But the box waxing warm, Codger's passions did rise,
Which brought tears in his breeches instead of his eyes.
In rampant condition he flew to a fair,
And perchance met the Dolly he'd robb'd of her hair;
She whipp'd off the wig, cloth'd his parts with the caul,
So in went his dry bob, and wet bob, and all.
Now we know to be true what anatomists state,
That the fountain of love is supplied from the pate;
'Twas the jasey provoking, sirs, mark what I say,
Made his fountain of love's bason to play.
Then take my advice, ye old cocks of the game,
Whenever you find your wild passions grown tame,
Get a wig made of hair from the spot ye all prize,
And in spite of your prudence your pego will rise.
ACROSTIC.
Come father dear! now lay your body down
Upon your daughter's naked belly white,
Now raptures soon shall our embraces crown;
This is the only road to true delight!
I know the lessons I have learnt from you,
Sweet lessons in the flowery paths of love!
Sure I'll remember all I ought to do,
When I am under and you are above!
Enter at once, dear father, to my bower,
Each movement of your prick will give me bliss!
'Tis joy to me to know I have the power,
With you to share sweet rapture such as this!
How often you have praised my cunt's tight grip!
Each time you fuck 'tis better than the last!
Now from my cunt your prick will never slip!
Your legs and mine entwined shall keep it fast!
Only a father's love such joy can give,
United thus, forever I could live!
Nor envy those who boast a husband's love.
Give me always this prick, I ne'er will rove,
And never wish for any other man.
No prick with this, I'm certain, can compare!
Does it not take both of my hands to span?
Then what a wealth he has of curly hair!
Each morn upon my cunt his burning kisses fall,
Night after night his tongue enters my quim so small.
Do it again, papa, I can't forbear to call,
Even my mother laughs and says: "My husband dear,
Ram in your prick at once, and end this wild career."
THE WEDDING NIGHT.
When John and Sue had tied the nupital bands,
Like ardent lovers, join'd their hearts and hands,
Hymen prepared his torch to bless the two
And in them centered his peculiar care.
The blissful hour arriv'd, Sue to his bed
By buxom damsels joyfully was led;
One with officious hands her stays unlac'd,
While standers-by extoll'd her lessening waist;
Her garters some with eagerness untied,
And all by turns were variously employ'd.
Susan, with bashful modesty array'd,
Like to a prudent and virtuous maid,
Now plac'd in bed, these dubious thoughts arose:
"I fear this night I'll have no repose;
To bed with man; methinks is vastly odd,
Tho' matrimony was ordain'd by God.
Oh, how my virgin frame will shake with fear,
When am'rous John in glowing hopes draws near;
If my fair front to his I shall incline,
And all my blooming charms at once resign,
He'll say I'm bold and turn his head aside,
And think he's purchas'd a lascivious bride.
To him, my parts posterior if I turn,
He'll charge me with indecency and scorn-
But here he comes:- Oh, how shall I behave,
To show myself his true and faithful slave?
A medium I'll observe, fall which way it will;
Of his fair Susan John won't take it ill,
And that I no apology may lack.
I'm e'en resolved to lie upon my back."
GOD SAVE QUEEN CUNT.
God save our great Cunt! our Queen!
For ever may she reign,
Supreme o'er all!
Her praises we will sound,
True bliss in her is found,
She long ago was crowned,
Queen of the world!
Adam in Eden's bowers,
With choicest fruits and flowers,
Felt all alone!
Only his prick to frig,
When it was hard and big,
Till he felt with fatigue
Weary and worn!
Our Queen saw his distress,
And swift to his redress
From heaven she came.
Told him her name was Eve,
And asked him to believe
That she would relieve
Prick's burning flame!
Adam at once replied:
"For something I have sighed,
I knew not what!"
This cunt you show to me,
New strength puts into me.
And yet it seems to me,
My prick's more hot!"
Great Cunt, our Queen, then said:
"On this bank in the shade
I will lay down.
Put your prick in the slit,
Never fear the tight fit,
Push, and it will admit,
Your cock so brown!
Up and down move your bum,
In which I'll put my thumb,
To keep good time!
Shove your cock in and out,
Until from his blunt snout
The sperm shall madly spout,
'Tis bliss divine!"
Can I describe our Queen?
Her beauties must be seen
To be well known.
Lips that are lecherous,
Perfect and amorous,
And odoriferous!
This is her crown!
You will find her great chink,
Lined with skin quite pink,
God bless Queen Cunt!
Never in man or beast,
Will you find such a feast,
If with your tongue you taste
Her juicy cunt!
Emp'rors and kings bow down
To her power and renown,
Queen Cunt they love!
Their pricks with joy they push
Into her hairy bush,
And with a furious rush
With joy they shove!
The Pope of Rome, I know,
Cunt's claims cannot forgo,
But owns her sway!
Cardinal, monk and priest,
From greatest to the least,
All love her luscious feast,
Both night and day!
Mankind of every race,
Where'er the dwelling place,
Get the stiff prick.
Chinese or Negromen,
Zulus or Englishmen,
Irish or American,
Love Cunt's sweet nick!
Ever since Adam's day
Cunt has maintained her sway
Over the world!
Never by piety,
Or any dignity,
From her authority
Has she been hurled!
Cunt's greatest foe has been,
One that is quite obscene:
A tight arse-hole!
Conquered now is this foe,
Perfect his overthrow!
In sight he dares not show,
To save his soul!
God save great Cunt, our Queen,
Let her throne be between
Sweet woman's thighs!
And may the curling hair,
Gracefully clustering there,
Man's pego still ensnare,
Until he dies!
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