Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

minutes and a half she continued to suck him with her whole force ; he reeled, fell, 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 frightful ag- ony. The recital of this scene of lust, said the Archbishop, always moves me to tears. See ! And his tapering phallus was again the scene of a bril- liantly conceived and admirably executed frig. Yes ! resumed the emotional ecclesiastic, she had seen many a sight which if it were graven with a needle on the eye-corners, were a warning to such as would be warned. She was present when George G.rd.n was violated by seventy-eight der- vishes in seventy-eight separate spear-wounds : her vade-mecum had vibrated to the lusty rolling-pins of Sir H......t S.....t’s column in the dusty square of Abu-Klea : she had held up the dying hero’s head with her black knees and received the last spend- ing he ever spent this side of Heaven in her capa- cious mouth. She, and she alone, had avenged Arabi Pasha, when on the stricken field of Tel-el- Kebir, she pitched her cunt and poxed eleven thousand Tommies in one night. She was the vet- eran who stood by statued Memnon at sunrise, and with the music of her farts out sang the sto- ried stone. She, uncrowned Empress of mankind, she, carrion of a million stallion men, she was my love, my dove, my undefiled ! To me, the mere boy bugger of the Bay of Biscay, this peerless rantipole [43]