From: The Pearl – Volume 1 (1879) London
Printed for the Society of Vice
(Written by S. Johnson, LL.D.)
Spoke by Miss Bella de Lancy, on her retiring from the Stage to open a Fashionable Bawdy House.
When cunt first triumphed (as the learned suppose)
O’er failing pricks, Immortal Dildo rose,
From fucks unnumbered, still erect he drew,
Exhausted cunts, and then demanded new;
Dame Nature saw him spurn her bounded reign,
And panting pricks toiled after him in vain;
The laxest folds, the deepest depths he filled;
The juiciest drained; the toughest hymens drilled.
The fair lay gasping with distended limbs,
And unremitting cockstands stormed their quims.
Then Frigging came, instructed from the school,
And scorned the aid of India-rubber tool.
With restless finger, fired the dormant blood,
Till Clitoris rose, sly, peeping thro’ her hood.
“Gently was worked this titillating art,
It broke no hymen, and scarce stretched the part;
Yet lured its votaries to a sudden doom,
And stamped Consumption’s flush on Beauty’s bloom.
Sweet Gamahuche found softer ways to fame,
It asked not Dildo’s art, nor Frigging’s flame.
Tongue, not prick, now probes the central hole,
And mouth, not cunt, becomes prick’s destined goal.
It always found a sympathetic friend;
And pleased limp pricks, and those who could not spend,
No tedious wait, for laboured stand, delays
The hot and pouting cunt, which tongue allays.
The taste was luscious, tho’ the smell was strong;
The fuck was easy, and would last so long.