Sex in Pompeii

Marla and I had been travelling with her ballet company for about three weeks when we finally made a break for it and went off to have some time to ourselves. We chose Pompeii.

The drive from Sorrento was not long, but we used the opportunity of being alone together in our little red rented Fiat 500 to best advantage: to get a head start on the day’s activities. As I drove, Marla fished my dick out of my shorts and began to work on me.

As I desperately tried to compete with the Italian traffic, Marla doubled over at her dancer’s lithe waist, and began to do a dance on me with her tongue. It had been so long, I thought I would cum without warning. I concentrated on the odd traffic signs to prolong the ecstasy of being inside her wet mouth. She deliciously ran her tongue in long rhythmic circles around the head of my cock and then proceeded to slowly inch the tightly gripping circle of her lips down from the head of my cock to its throbbing base. When she had the entire length of me buried in her hot mouth, she sucked like a Hoover automatic until...

“Uuuuh! Yes, Marla! Now!" I shouted as I simultaneously pumped a week’s worth of wiggling cum down the back of her tight throat and pulled to a screeching halt at the toll booth.

"Benvenuto a Pompeii,” he chuckled, a phrase which means "welcome,” but translates literally as "good coming.”

We parked on the outskirts of the ancient city walls, picked up some obligatory guide books, and headed into Pompeii.

It was immediately apparent that the great culture which perished in 79 A.D. was by no means prudish. In fact, we learned that Phallus was a greatly respected symbol, used to ward off the “evil eye" and associated with plenitude and fertility. The Phallus was attached and given personality in the god "Fascinus," who is depicted, in many sizes and varieties of materials, not as an obscene figure, but as a bearer of luck and as a distributor of the great powers of the Phallus. Fascinus is always portrayed as a small hardy male with a raging and disproportionately large erection. At last we came to the famous Lupanare—a street so named for the howling cries of its satisfied customers. Prostitution is, after all, one of the oldest and best respected professions, and the Via Lupanare was its ancient Pompeiian center. We were at first surprised at how small the rooms of the brothel were, but each one was comfortably outfitted with a long and wide stone slab that, presumably, with padding, provided the romping grounds for Pompeii’s love hungry citizens. Above each doorway in the brothel was a fresco depicting the “specialty” of the lady inside. A customer could choose to wander from room to room, or to frequent the kinky specialist of his choice. The frescoes were faded, though explicit, and nowhere could we find a detailed description of exactly what each talent-mistress provided.

While I stood contemplating the frescoes above the doorways, Marla yanked hard on my arm and pulled me into the first chamber. As if in a dream state, but with utter authority, she whispered to me, "I am Amora, your eternal Virgin. I have saved my charms for your taking. I desire you, but I am fresh and nubile. I am unknowing in the ways of the flesh...be my guide." She pulled me down onto the surprisingly comfortable stone slab. I removed her light cotton sundress, under which, to my surprise and delight, she wore nothing—and indeed, with her dancer’s sleek form, she very well could have been the Virgin she professed to be.

“Come, my dear...there are Rites to be passed,” I said, slowly parting her tense and quivering legs. I could sense her staged, but well depicted fear, and a mix of apprehension and terror passed over her eyes. "But you are so large," she said, observing my poised member. “And I am not yet broken!”

“Surrender. Submit!” I instructed in my best first century command tone.

Like a sacrificial lamb, she spread her legs and poised her chin towards the ceiling. With one powerful hymen-bursting thrust, I sank into her shimmering wet slit with my engorged cock. Her creamy white thighs tremored in newly maidened pain. “Aaaah,” she cried aloud and instantly, without even a second thrust, I came. A deep and shuddering climax that taxed every muscle in my body.

After a moment’s repose, she led me towards the second chamber. Instantly, her guise changed. There were red coals in her eyes, and daggers on her tongue when she scolded, "Why, you naughty man!” She slapped me hard across the naked buttocks. “We'll make you work to deserve your pleasure now!" she exclaimed, slamming me back against the stone surface. "Hands behind your back. You heard me!” she shouted, grinding her pelvis into my groin. Nevertheless, I was hard once more.

She impaled herself with a deep pummeling motion and began to fuck me in hard swift up and down motions. When I rose to see the splendor of her pu

ssy pumping up and down on my dick, she slapped me brutally across the face. “You monster! Did I say you could watch? No one watches Crula!”

Faster and faster she pumped, massaging her own breasts in hard and luxurious circles. She worked me until I could feel her cunt clench and her body double and ripple with climax. I had still not yet cum, when she climbed off me and beckoned me into the next room.

What next? Luxuriously, Marla leaned over the edge of the stone slab and waving her intoxicatingly smooth posterior in slow rocking motions, cooed: “So. You have come to take the pleasures of Luna.” By the grin that was truly Marla, I knew at once what I was being offered. With great groaning humming anticipation, I stood behind her and stroked her smooth flanks. I cupped her buns and gently spread apart her cheeks to peer at the delicate pink star of her anus. I reached underneath to her sopping cunt and drew a river of the juices up through her crack, drawing slow lubricating circles around the rim of her asshole.

Standing back with her cheeks spread apart for one last delicious look, I then slowly fitted the head of my aching prick against the pink entryway. I pushed just enough to feel Marla’s stomach suck in hard with that first gasp of excruciating pleasure.

Knowing that this part is the most delightful, I worked very slowly back and forth, not moving more than a half inch in and out of her deliciously tight rear. Finally, as I could feel her ass muscles relax, accustomed to my presence, I sank in deeper. Pausing to cup her breasts and stroke her sides, I moved gently back and forth, sinking the full length of my tense hard-on all the way inside her. “Luna will show you the light of the moon,” she whispered, and tightened hard around the head of my cock, making me gasp. I began to pump her more vigorously now, and my movements grew more and more rapid, as I saw the sweat break out on her back. I could sense her pleasure mounting with mine and in one great simultaneous groan, we both fell forward onto the stone.

We rolled to the floor and then she climbed up and on top of me. "Let’s Marla and Nigel make a little love Twentieth Century style,” she said to me, and rolling over again, I began to fuck her hard, smooth and deep. Just the way that she likes it. We both came once more and then figured it was time to head home and savor the experience.

—Nigel H.