Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

with a constant stream of gleet oozing from the raw and meaty orifice, it was (to complete the illusion) crowned by a light cloud of smoke, doubtless given off by the last gentleman’s love-spunk. The pubic hair was ragged, and the skin torn as if by the rav- ages of lice and fingernails. But the anus made up for the same, for the shit sticking to the hair had well manured the growth, which was in some places more than two feet long, curling over in bil- lows. But there was more to that quim than may appear on the surface. Vast and cumbrous as it appeared, at the first glimpse of my juvenile and at no time big twat-teaser, she screwed up the jaws of her rat-trap so that I subsequently (as you shall hear) had the utmost difficulty in effecting a lodgement. You have not long to wait, for excited by the voluptuous spectacle she afforded, I rushed upon her with my plug, like a ravening and a roar- ing lion. She caught me in her black and hairy arms, and gently commenced to chew my tender lips and to mouth them with her masses of blub- ber. At the same time she denied me any entrance to her secret charms. In vain I lubricated the threshold of the sanctuary with my young and semi-liquid baby-juice ; in vain I plunged, like a kicking horse, against the succulent bivalve. The laughter of the others maddened me : the astute- ness which has ever served me, which has made me what I am, came to my aid. I banged with my hangers upon the perineum. Fart after fart testi- fied to the internal commotion so formidable an attack could not but produce in the lady’s dropsi- cal guts : profiting by a moment of slackness on her part, a second of unwary relaxation, and the resounding plop of my boyish belly gainst her mangy mount of Venus testified that I had taken advantage of her swiftly-repented oversight. But I won all too dearly the amorous victory. Caught in the vice of her hypertrophied constrictor cunni, I [33]