At L***s. • An useful keyhole. • A middle aged couple. • An American family. • Eighteen and naked. • Forty in chemise. • Family jars. • The confectioner’s shop girl. • Her sister. • Two at a time. • Nervous impotency. • The sponging bath. • Aunt and niece. • At the musuem. • The mutilated statue. • Is it male or female? • Are Americans hairy? • The aunt’s bed room. • Coy but willing. • Amy undressing. • A voluptuous night. • Fat, fair, and forty. • A mature cunt. • Wise precautions. • To Paris. • To England. • My abstinence from women.

This tour I became more and more curious about the doings of those in the adjoining bedrooms. I used spy holes whenever I found them, opened others which had been stopped up, and at last even ventured to make some of my own. — But in three rooms out of six, these little peep holes had been made. If I found the bed-room assigned to me had no communication with ad-joining rooms, I changed it on some pretext, and again if not then satisfied. I found that second class hotels gave me greater opportunities for satisfying my curiosity, they being mostly frequented by foreigners, who have not the absurd finical notions about nudity and the necessities of nature, which my own countrymen have; but whom I incline to think are on the average as moral as we are for all that. To use the opportunities advantageously took time and trouble. I had to ascertain what time my neighbours got up or went to bed, or used their rooms. Many a time I have jumped out of bed to peep and saw nothing. At other times when I intended to rise by day-light, and watch (for I was ready for any amount of trouble to see a woman naked, and would have sat up all night to do so), I over-slept myself, and lost my chance. — Yet nothing discouraged me, and I saw a lot of women in different degrees of nudity, saw them piddle, wash their quims, and undress, yet the great bulk tho highly pleasing to me, are not worth writing about.

Travelling for the most part quite alone this time favoured me. — When with a friend, we too often had rooms next each other. — This time I often had strangers on each side of me, and tho that meant noise and disturbance, I preferred it.

The oddest thing, as it seemed to me, was that some-times with holes in doors as big as small peas, the occupants rarely seemed to notice them.
— The middle aged sometimes used, but young women rarely. — They were mostly tired or excited, or in a hurry to dress or undress, or to get to food, or move off, or do something, and seemed to notice nothing in the room. — When they had time they almost invariably looked out of the window. This journey was nearly all during warm, light weather.

At the town of L***s in France I had a large room. There were but few travellers. I found not only the entire key-hole of the door dividing mine from the next bed room was free from obstruction, but peep holes were in plenty. — In the morning, awakening, I heard the voices of a male and female, instantly jumped out of bed, and saw a middle aged couple dressing. They were having an altercation, and washing, I think, side by side at the same wash stand, which I could not see. Suddenly the lady stripped off her chemise, put a basin on the floor, and soaped and washed her cunt, talking to the man all the time. She was five and forty quite, had a bum as big as a tub, huge thighs, and lightish brown hair in great quantity, on a cunt which as she squatted, looked enormous. The sausage lips opened till they must have been three inches apart. Great nymphae hung down inside them, and then the red gap looked altogether like a cut in a big bit of meat. — Instantly, — so quickly do comparisons make themselves, I thought of the cunt of my aunt, seen at Hampton Court when I was a boy.

At the same moment appeared by her side a man about fifty-five years old, stout, naked, with a very big prick covered with soapsuds, and there they wrangled close together, she lathering and rubbing her cunt, he his prick. Her cunt got so white and held so much soap, and there was so much hair, that it looked like masses of wool hanging between her thighs. For a minute still squatting, she left off rubbing it, and he holding his big prick in one fist, ceased lathering it whilst they talked. — Then she slopped her cunt and took away the basin. — He went out of sight, and both in half a minute came into sight again with towels, rubbing their privates vigorously, and continued their quarrel. I laughed heartily, but did not care about seeing any more. They were I found from their intonation, Americans. The sight was a comic one.

They must have changed their room or else have left the hotel, for after a midday table d’hote, it being scorchingly hot, I went to my room for a siesta and was just dozing off, when I heard a young female laugh, and my eye was at the keyhole in a second. I saw a nice girl seemingly about eighteen years of age, naked all but shoes and stockings, laughing loudly with an-other big fine woman seemingly about thirty-five, who was divesting herself of clothes, but only stripped to her chemise. All the outer blinds were closed to exclude heat, yet such was the brilliancy of the day, that it was quite light in the rooms. They sat down at a table and began to work. The naked one remarked that they had better see to their things than go to sleep. “It gets pretty well as hot as it is down south,” said she. — Every now and then she went to a trunk which was out of my sight, and brought back clothes, so I had good views of her body on all sides, and this went on for an hour.

They talked soon about a marriage, and quarrelled. — “Your father will never give his consent,” said the older. “He shall,” said the younger, “I guess I’ll make him.” “Why he’s brought you here to get you out of Dick’s way.” “I’ll bet Dick will follow me.” “There will be a kick up if he does.” “I don’t care.” “He’s not good enough and look at his beggarly family, he only wants your money.” “He may have it. — He loves me and I love him.” — At length they got to high words, and moved to a part of the room where I could not see nor hear them. — In two or three minutes they came again in sight, and the younger one said. — “If father won’t let me marry him, I’ll have him without marrying.” “There! I guess it don’t matter much to you so long as it’s a man, if you are so hot as all that.” “You needn’t talk about being hot, you let ** ** do it to you when you were much younger than I am.” “It’s a lie.” “You did, and two years after, mother caught * * ** in bed with **** ” “It’s a damned lie,” shrieked out the other whom I heard, but then could not see. “I’ve heard mother say so more than once, and * * * said so before she died. “I won’t stop with you, or travel any longer with you, I’ll go back,” and the elder began to bellow. They both talked together, it was quite a jangle, and they moved. “Don’t make that noise, some one is in the next room perhaps,” and naked, the younger came towards my door and listened. — I covered the key hole with a coat, but she must, I think, have looked there. Their voices dropped soon after, a door banged, and I fancied one was alone.

Tired of looking I laid down and slept. When I looked again, there was the young lady sitting still naked at the table examining a bonnet. She put the bonnet on, and went to a looking glass, and I had the pleasure for the second time in my life as well as I can recollect, of seeing a naked woman with a bonnet on. It started a letch in me which I satisfied at a future day — and the sight now made my cock stand suddenly. It had not done so before at seeing the slim American lass naked.

Tired of looking, for I neither could see wash-hand stand, chamber pot, or bed, and so missed the delicate operations the lady performed there, I ceased looking, and hanging a coat so as to cover the keyhole went out. — At the table d’hote dinner I sat near to the young lady, who was one of a large party, and gathered that the middle aged couple whom I had seen in the morning belonged to the family. He was an American merchant with a branch business at L***s. The woman who had stripped to her chemise when the young one was naked, was called aunt. She had been married, I gathered, and looked a lecherous she. — It was delicious to be talking to the young lady, knowing what I did of her sweet neat body. It was their first visit to Europe.

After dinner I was outside the hotel, sitting and smoking, when a fine looking, dark eyed girl passed, and I went home with her. — She was a shop girl she said, and told me where she was daily to be seen, but it was impossible to live on her wages. — She usually went home past the hotel because gentlemen there noticed her, and she had many English, but did not know the difference between Americans and English. It was a sweating night and we stripped. — As I entered her rooms, which were very comfortable, a nice looking young woman there, after exchanging a few words, left the room hastily. She did not look as if she were the servant. When in my shirt, “You’ve a good large bed, your lover I suppose sleeps there with you,” said I. “No,” — sister did — that was her sister. — A letch for having two women together came over me, for a long time I had not had that. — “Let her come, and we will all three be naked together.” — No, her sister would not, she was not gay. I pressed my wishes and asked questions. — Yes, her sister was kissed but was not gay. — A gentleman made her an allowance, and saw her several times a week in the day, and she worked in addition at some silk industry in their room. He would not let her go either to shop or factory — her sister was lucky she thought.

This only whetted my lust. “He won’t know, ask her, and I’ll give her ** — and the same to you” (it was double the agreed compliment). She hesitated — went to her sister, returned and shook her head. — “No.” — I doubled my offer. — “Ask her to come in and talk with us then.” She was a long time gone, but returned with the sister. — “Now, ma chere, let me kiss you — let me see you undressed, nothing more, for an instant — let me feel you.” “No.” — Then I raised my shirt and showed my pego in grand condition. “Feel it” — “feel it,” said my woman. The sister laughed, laid hold of it, and let it go after a good feel. — “Viola,” said she. — No she would not lie down with us. “Won’t you have this?” said I taking two Napoleons out of my trousers pocket and chinking them — “Come Victorine, who will know?” said the other. — The sight of the gold I suppose settled it, both left the room, she consented.

Directly they had gone, a nervous feeling came over me at the idea of fucking one, whilst the other looked on — I wished I had not asked, and my cock began shrinking. — It was in vain I handled it, and when they came in, in their chemises, desire had gone, and I was in a state of nervous fear. — Then both laid on the bed, I looked first at one cunt, then at the other, I stiffened but then shrank. — Then I mounted Victorine and rubbed my cock against her orifice, but it was of no use. — “Turn your head and don’t look,” said I angrily at first, fancying that might take off the spell. — She turned it away, and then I felt her cunt whilst I lay on her sister, but all was useless. “I am a damned fool,” said I, “it’s over excitement and I can’t do it some-how.” — We all got up — the women laughing. I hid my cock under my shirt, but remarked — “You saw how stiff it was.” “Yes, I did,” said both of them together. “And you both felt it.” “Yes.” At that, comfort came over me, I did not feel so much ashamed, and we sat together looking at each other like cats in a gutter, till — “Go you, but leave me with Victorine, and come in when I call out.” — The woman went — Victorine and I laid down on the bed, — I cuddled to her in the heat — we felt each other’s machines, — we put our tongues together, — and under the soft, quiet dalliance my cock rose to its duty.

— I felt my sperm moving, and shouted for the other woman who came in. — “It’s in her cunt, look,” — and I pushed one of Victorine’s legs high up. — “C’est bien vrai.” “Lay down,” I said. She did. — I withdrew my prick from Victorine — who objected, — and inserted it in the other’s cunt, brought myself nearly to a spend — pulled it out and put it back in to Victorine, and spent up her, grabbing at the other’s cunt with one hand whilst I did so. — My manhood was established, my voluptuous joy complete.

Then until midnight, I kept up the game, putting my prick into both cunts before spending, and discharging in each alternately, and departed in much contentment, and leaving them content. — Next day I saw the one in a shop she had named. — She nodded familiarly to me as she saw me. — There were half a dozen young women there. — I wonder if all played the same game of a night.

The adjoining room was dark, and all was quiet when I arrived at my hotel. — Next morning I heard a hubbub, and something sound like a gong. Looking, I found that a large sponging bath had been put down, and saw with much pleasure the young lady take her bath, squat and rise, squeeze water over herself in various attitudes, and rub her dainty little bum, belly, and adjuncts dry. Then she shouted out, “Wait a minute,” and when nearly dry let in the other lady who was in a wrapper, and she used the bath, which I heard after was their own.

[At the time this occurred such baths were a rarity at foreign hotels — if any, they had one or two, and you had to wait long to get one. — The English mainly used them, and at length forced hotel keepers all over Europe to provide them. At this epoch frequently a bath formed part of an English family’s luggage.]

The young one had not put on her chemise when she opened the door. — The elder had not the other day taken off her chemise, as I imagined, out of modesty, — but now she threw off her wrapper and her chemise and stood naked as born, and a very fine made woman she was, with a huge triangular bush of dark hair at the bottom of her belly. She bathed and rubbed her cunt and all dry, delightfully in my sight, and then both had breakfast in the room. — The elder one made my cock tingle, tho the younger had not — and I thought I would try my luck with her, for that she had licked the rolling pin a good bit I was sure, from what I had heard eavesdropping, and what I saw in her face. But I wanted to leave L***s, and go elsewhere, so I must either have her soon, or not at all.

I dined close to home at the table d’hote and got to a certain intimacy, but there was no chatting after dinner in a garden, nor any means of getting to speak to her alone for long. I saw no chance, but shall have my luck with women I believe, all my life.

There were three men of the party and four ladies. The aunt was the oldest lady. — After breakfast next morning one said — “It’s too hot to go out till eventide. — We made a mistake in not coming here later on.” The men said they should go by steam to some place. — Aunt said, “I can’t stay in all day, I don’t mind the heat, and will go to the museum for an hour or two.” — In an hour after there she was, and there was I as if by chance. — “My nieces are lazy,” said she, “if I come to foreign parts to see, I like to see.” — She was well dressed, but of a common breed.

We looked about together, and then sat down. “It is hot.” “Not so hot as yesterday, for after luncheon, I stripped to my shirt and sat in it till dinner time.” “And I did to my chemise,” said she laughing. “I wish I had seen you.” “Do you tho?” said she, making eyes at me. “Yes and you might have seen me, but we men show too much, our shirts are short.” “That depends,” said she, chuckling and looking lewed. Then we had a discussion about statuary. — She liked the nude, she said. I ran as closely to the border of decency as I could in talking about it, and she seemed to like it, and my letch for her grew stronger, tho she was middle-aged.

We looked round again after a rest, and came on the fragment of a male bust in marble, the prick of which had been knocked off; but the balls remained, and what is rarely seen, all the hair round the prick had been sculptured and was there.

As we looked, strong words occurred to me, but I hesitated — p’shaw — if she is offended she can but show it, and I leave L***s — if not, I’ll go further. — We are really strangers — I’ll see if she is game or not, thought I.

“It’s a woman’s torso,” said I. “No,” said she, laughing, “where are your eyes?” “Ah — yes — I see where it ought to be, it’s knocked off, I wonder what Greek maiden has it.” “Oh for shame,” said she, leering at me. I took no notice. — “See how rare — I wonder, what is the period of the sculpture?” “What is rare?” “They have shown the hair round — you may see hundreds of pieces of antique sculpture without that.” “Oh my — we are getting on I think,” and she left me, and sat down. In a minute I was at her side.

The ice was broken, I felt now sure she wanted to hear talk suggesting sexual pleasure, and I followed suit. — “American ladies have a great deal of hair haven’t they?” “I don’t know.” “You have.” “How do you know?” “I’m sure of it from the look of you — haven’t you?” “I don’t know.” “Will you ascertain? — but not here.” “Oh — it’s time to go to luncheon.” “We’ll go back together.” And we did. I felt sure now she’d let me have her.

After luncheon we all loitered a little in the reading room. “Where is your room said I. “It looks out on the back.” “Ah you are cooler, mine looks on to * * * * it is hot, but what a nice view.” “What’s the number?” she asked. I gave it. — “Why that’s next to my niece’s.” “Yes, I can hear her.” She looked hard at me. — The other ladies had just left the room and she rose. — “Are you going to the museum to see if the torso is male or female?” said I.

“No — to my niece, Amy’s.” “And I to have a siesta in my shirt.” — She looked so hard at me that I felt sure some suspicion crossed her mind. We went up-stairs together. As we got to my door. — “This is mine,” said I, “look, — it is large and so nice.” — She cooly walked in and went straight to the door between the rooms, my clothes covered the key hole, but with-out any hesitation she pulled them aside, peeped thro the key hole, and then looked at me. — “Oh you have been peeping.” “Yes, and saw you both naked this morning, bathing,” said I boldly. — She burst into a quiet laugh, holding her sides and sitting down. — “We’ve come to Europe to learn something I guess.” “I guess I want you,” said I, and gave her a kiss and put my hand up her clothes. — “Hish, she’ll hear — don’t make a noise,” said she. “If we are quiet they can’t hear there, my bed is close to the corridor. — Now don’t be nonsensical, I saw it all this morning, all the dark hair, and your splendid thighs, and bum,” and I pulled my prick out.

She dallied for a minute and did the coy — “I’m surprised at you, — What a shame” — and so on, and squirmed slightly, whilst she whispered her objections, but never dislodged my fingers from her quim, — and laid hold of my prick. — Then she soon got on to the bed quietly, I on to her, and a well fucked cunt received me, — but she was a charming wriggler, and I enjoyed her. — And didn’t she like it.

We lay talking in whispers for a time. — “Will you wash?” “No — I’ll go to my room, I’ll see if any one is in her room.” — She peeped at her niece’s. — “I can’t see her.” “Come back to me.” “I will if I can in half an hour, but leave your room door ajar then.” I did, and she returned in an hour. — “Be quick,” said she — and quickly we copulated. “I’ve passed several times,” said she, “but there was always a chamber-maid or some one about.” “Let me sleep with you to night.” “We’ll talk about it after dinner,” said she. — Then suddenly — “I wonder if Amy’s there,” and she peeped again. “No. — Could you hear us talk?” “I could not distinguish a word you said, tho I heard you,” I replied.

“Not tonight,” she whispered to me over a Galignani after dinner — “we are all going out.” I was not sorry, for I had fucked rather hard the night before, having been over stimulated by the two cunts. — “Don’t stop the key hole.” “I will,” — but she didn’t I saw both women naked the next morning — but they spoke in a very low tone. I am sure that middle aged lady enjoyed being looked at naked when bathing.

Next day, she said she would leave her door open a quarter of an hour after her niece was in her room. — She would not come to my room. — If I was out of my room no one would notice it, but suppose one of their party wanted her, and found she was not in her bed-room, how could she explain that. She was a regular cunning, cock huntress I am sure, and have no doubt that wherever she travelled she got her lower maw well satisfied by fresh pricks. She had lust in her eyes, was baudy to the backbone.

After watching Amy undress at night, I was soon in the aunt’s room and passed a lascivious night with her. — She had a beautiful chemise on; her hair was nicely tied up. She was perfumed, had gold bracelets on, and silk stockings and slippers. That middle aged one knew how to excite the male. — She was quite free now. — The other day she would scarcely let me see her cunt, — now she opened her thighs wide to my admiration.

It was one of the largest vulvas I have seen. The mons was like a pincushion, the lips were thick, it opened wide as I clutched it, the whole palm of my hand I laid between the lips, whilst my wrist rubbed her clitoris and my middle finger curved up a little into the vagina. It pleases me much recently, to feel the entire surface of a cunt that way, to grasp the whole, to wriggle my hand over all parts at the same time, it’s an unusual mode of frigging and I think it pleases the ladies. — For a minute I lay in that enjoyment with her, our tongues meeting, and, then I mounted her. Her hole instead of being very large as I expected, seemed delicious. She knew exactly at what level to place her legs to engulf me, not a quarter of an inch of my prick was out of her fat cunt, and in-stead of thrusting and ramming away, I nestled it close on to her elastic orifice, with a steady quiet pressure, till the upper wrinkles of my testicles were almost in her, and the upper hair of my prick tickled and irritated her clitoris. — So I lay enjoying her, wriggling, not thrusting, and thinking about her large looking, hirsute charms. “Go on dear,” she sighed impatiently and fucked me with a cunt movement once or twice. Then, immediately, “Oh — I’m sp-en-ding,” A violent, but momentary oscillation of her buttocks came, and I felt her cunt relax under its own moisture.

“You’ve spent.” “Yes, you haven’t — take it out and wait a minute.” I pulled it out pretty wet. She kissed me, I turned on my side, she felt my prick, I her wet aperture, and did the old fashioned frig on the clitoris. — “Weren’t you in a hurry,” I said. “Yes,” she replied with all the frankness of a doxy, “I wanted it so to day.” The next minute I was up her and never spent in a more delicious cunt, its size and hairiness was a novelty. —
She spent with me. — “Let me get up and wash.” “No.” “I will.” She uncunted me and did so. — “Why that?” “Oh you know — to prevent consequences.” “But it won’t.” “Not for sure, but it’s wiser.” “Have you ever had a child?” “Never.” “Are you a widow?” “Yes.” — This is exactly what took place — and word for word what was said at that minute. I did not know before for a certainty that she had been married, and have only her word for it now.

Then I had a full inspection of her charms, and as I expressed admiration she seemed delighted. She let me bring candles closer to see, and she had all to be proud of. She was a tall, stout woman, with a good looking face, half German in type, fine limbed, and with white flesh, her hair was dark, the thatch of her cunt was large in quantity, and thick and curly. — I have never seen more hair on a woman. It went straight across her belly, half way to her navel, it lay thick and curly down the lips, filling the cavity between the cunt and the thighs. Since my adventure at the railway station, I have rarely looked lower in a woman, but my dislike to the frowsy regions seemed to have left me now, and I looked curiously at her bum-hole, and found it surrounded with thick, short, dark hair, crisp, and curly, which went right round the cunt and joined the arsehole edging.

Holding the lips apart I found that the prick hole looked no larger than that of any full sized matured woman. — Why I expected to find it larger I can’t say, but I had. — I put one, two, then three fingers up it, and believe I might have put more. It distended easily, yet the cunt clung to my fingers and tightly. — In her armpits was not so much hair. — “Turn over, love, and let me see those lovely buttocks.” She did, and pulling them with difficulty apart, — I saw dark hair from her bum hole to her bum bone. “Are you satisfied?” said she, as I kissed the white marbly flesh. “Yes you are lovely, exquisite,” and I laid by the side of her on, alas, too narrow a bed, and we talked till nature made us join our genitals again.

“How old am I?” said she in a conceited manner, when in the preludes of a fuck our hands were employed on each other’s privates. — “Thirty- three,” said I, wishing to please her. “That’s my age exactly.” —Aye, I thought, and seven years on to that. I am sure she was forty, tho in splendid condition. I mentally compared her with Mavis, Fisher, Pender, Mrs. O*b***e, and a dozen big women, some of whom I know were thirty-five, — and from face, form, cuntal indications, and others between the bum bone and navel, am sure she was forty. — But I have rarely had a finer night’s amusement than I had with her, and I fucked her every hour until six in the morning. We were then both fucked out.

There was the difficulty in getting away — for half an hour was I peeping for an opportunity. — At last the coast was clear, the servants had gone off in various directions — out I stepped, and as she closed the door behind me, out stepped from a bedroom opposite, the chambermaid. — She gave an astonished look then turned her head. — I left L***s that night, and never told my middle aged beauty that the chambermaid had seen me leaving the bedroom, thinking it could not be helped and would only make her uncomfortable.

I am beginning to judge of the age of women by the look of their cunts and buttocks. — Age is indicated there, as much as by face and breasts. The growth of hair on the motte, and the state and colour of the bum cheeks, valley, declare almost unmistakably when a woman has turned thirty, I think I might bet on it.

After this adventure with the American family, I went straight to Paris. There I had a half dozen women perhaps, at the Rue des M**l**s — but certainly not more, for my stay was limited to a few days — and came on then to England. If I had women on my return I have no memoranda about them — and am under the impression that I had one of the short fits of virtuous abstinence which occasionally overtake me, and to which I attribute having kept my health so well, amidst so much fucking. Then, two or three little lasses fell to my prick, in the most unexpected, exciting, and delightful way— but this result was no doubt owing to a predilection which had been growing on me. — It is by setting one’s mind steadily on the object, that so many chances have been found and utilised by me — but how comes it that letches for this and that seem at times to seize me suddenly?

I have often thought since of Aunt W***t*r and her delicious cunt, and recollect that several middle aged women seem to have had the most perfect voluptuous cuntal grip of my prick, spite of the seeming capaciousness of their vaginas. Is it that their cunts grow fat inside, as they increase in flesh generally? — Certainly I recollect many young women, whose small, inviting looking orifices felt loose enough inside, and never gave me so much pleasure.

Aunt W***t*r was by nature lascivious. It pleased her to bathe knowing that I was looking at her, and her niece as well, — “Your seeing her won’t do Amy any harm,” said she laughing. I fancy they were a hot cunted family, but the demeanour of all the ladies was irreproachable, but the indifference with which an aunt and niece exposed themselves naked to each other astonished me, and their lax notions about fucking, which the conversation between the aunt and niece disclosed, astonished me more.