I stood next to Collette as she leaned over the safety rail, staring into the dark waters of the Mediterranean sea.  Green flashes of light raced past, plankton illuminated by our ship's passing.  The full moon illuminated the starlit sky, lighting our path towards the approaching Italian coast.

    The captain had informed us the we would be pulling into Italy in the morning and that the gangplank should be in place to allow our departure by noon at the latest.  Melinda and Travis were in their stateroom, having bid us their goodnights hours earlier.  Collette was giddy with excitement. Since our arrival in Egypt, Collette had been like a kid at Christmas, enjoying each new day with excitement.  It had been almost two decades since she had been in Europe and she was enjoying every country and sight we visited.

    She stood up and turned to face me, "it's getting late," she said.  "I guess we should go to bed."

    "Yes," I agreed, fatigue washing over me.

    We descended to our cabin where Collette told me to undress her.  I smiled as I crossed the room.  I gripped the sides of her T-shirt and lifted it over her head.  Her soft breasts fell, free of the confining shirt.  Still smiling and looking into her deep brown eyes I reached forward and unfastened the snap of her shorts.  I unzipped the white garment and pulled them down her legs until she was standing naked before me.

    Collette crossed the room and lowered her body to the bed.  She worked backwards until her head was leaning against the pillows and spread her legs.  Her hand slowly caressed her sex, her fingers massaging her clit, "strip," she commanded.  

    I continued to watch as she pleasured herself as I pulled my shirt over my head.  The fatigue I had felt on the deck had faded, the sight before me energizing my senses.  I pulled my swimming trunks down my legs, freeing my rising cock.  Collette was masturbating fervently, her fingers slipping between her legs, disappearing within the confines of her sex, "eat me," she hissed in excitement, pulling her hand from her pussy.

    I climbed between her parted thighs, "with pleasure," I said.

    I bent forward and pressed my mouth firmly against her sex, holding my lips against hers.  I held my face against her sex and slowly began oscillating my mouth, massaging her pussy with the action of my jaw.  I began to speed up the motion of my mouth, the slow bouncing of my jaw escalating in speed, pressing firmly against her.

    Collette was moaning in pleasure at my ministrations, her hips bucking in delight.  I kept my face planted against her sex, my body riding the waves of her thrusting.  Her hands were clasping the sheets, pulling them from the corners of the bed.  She was moaning loudly, her shouts of pleasure filling the small room.  I continued massaging her sex with my mouth as she bucked against me.  

    Her fingers left the sheets and gripped my hair.  She pulled my hair painfully and I hissed against her sex, sucking in a breath of her excitement.  She came against my face as I hissed, screaming in ecstasy, her fingers digging into my scalp.  Her hips flexed, lifted off of the bed, and fell back, her hands pulling my hair.  My face was trapped, her thighs squeezing my face, holding me against her sex.  

    "God," she breathed, spreading her legs again to free my trapped face.  

    Iwas smiling at her response, taking pleasure from her excited gasps and moans of pleasure.  I began to kiss her thighs; soft, gentle pecks against her thighs, her left, right, and back again.  I listened to her breathing slowly calm as I continued kissing down her legs, past her knees, to her ankles and finally each toe individually.  

    "That was wonderful," she whispered throatily.  

    I smiled in response.  

    Collette climbed out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom.  I heard the water running in the shower when Collette called out, "I'll be right out."  She returned five minutes later, her hair wrapped in a towel and a second towel wrapped around her breasts and hanging to her upper thighs. "I needed to clean up," she admitted.  She dropped both towels and crawled into bed, lying next to me.  "It really is getting late," she said.  

    I agreed.

    "Good night," she smiled and closed her eyes to dream.

    I lay there in the dark room, listening to her breath and the gently lapping waves slipping along the side of the ship.  They were peaceful sounds and I found them relaxing.  I shut my eyes, my head leaning on the silk clad pillows.  Slowly my breathing slowed as I relaxed, and soon I was asleep.

* * * * *

    "Good morning," Collette said to me as I opened my eyes.  She was sitting at the vanity adding a touch of makeup to her face.  Her hair was wet having just gotten out of the shower.  I had not heard the water running in the shower, had slept right through it.  

    "Good morning," I whispered back.  "Sleep well?"

    "Yes," she said, turning to face me.  "I love the gentle rocking of the ship.  I have slept great every night we have been on board.  It is very relaxing."

   I nodded, "yes.  It is," I said with a soft chuckle.  I climbed out of bed and walked into the bathroom.  Collette called to me when she heard the toilet flush, "take a shower and then meet me in the dining room."

    "Yes, mistress," I called from the bathroom.  I showered quickly and after drying off I donned a pair of khaki pants and a comfortable cotton shirt.  I made the bed and then ascended the stairs and turned into the dining room.  Collette was sitting with Melinda, sipping a cup of coffee with French Vanilla creamer.  Melinda was sipping a glass of grapefruit juice and eating a plate of scrambled eggs with cheddar cheese.

    "Good morning," I said to Melinda, running my hand gently along Collette's neck.

    She smiled, "good morning."

    "What would you like for breakfast?" I asked Collette as she sipped at her coffee.

    "An omelet," she replied, "with ham, red peppers, and green onions, covered with cheddar cheese."  

    I turned to retrieve breakfast for Collette and myself.  I greeted Jacques, gave our order and was amazed how quickly he fixed the omelets.  "Merci, Jacques," I said in my limited French.

    I returned to the table and set Collette's plate before her, "your breakfast, my dear."  I smiled and kissed her cheek gently.  

    "Thank you."

    "You're welcome," I said taking a seat.  I put my plate down and picked up my fork.  The omelet was outstanding; Jacques had prepared it perfectly.  Collette was making a happy, throaty sound of contentment as she took her third bite of the delicious breakfast treat.  We ate quickly, rushing the next bite of the outstanding meal into our mouths.  Finishing the omelet I said, "that was great!"

    "Yes," Collette agreed.  She took a sip of her coffee and set the empty cup down.  

    I stood up and grabbed Collette's empty cup and returned a moment later with a second cupful of the fragrant coffee.  

    "Thank you," Collette said, smiling happily.

    Wefinished our breakfast and engaged in happy conversation, Collette performing admirably as translator, keeping all of us in the conversation, even with the language barrier.  

    "The ship is docked," came over the announcing system and Collette stood immediately following the announcement.  It was as if she had been expecting the words.  She knew, as we all did, that we would be docking in Italy, but she had seemed to have an unnatural sense of just when.  "Come," she said in French and then repeated in English, "let's head ashore."  

    She was smiling happily as she led us upwards to the deck.  The Italian coastline spread out before us, stretching away from us in almost majestic splendor.  The air was warm; the sun shining down.  Seagulls were screeching noisily overhead, flying low over the water in search of a meal.  We watched as a silver gang plank was lowered into place.  When the crew seeing to the gang planks fitting was satisfied with its safety they signaled the captain who promptly announced, "the ship is clear for departure."

    Collette seemed to perk up noticeably at the announcement.  "Let's go," she said, leading us towards the shining silver gang plank.  We left the ship, standing on Italian soil.  As before a small customs facility had been set up and we were whisked through rapidly as we were not carrying any bags with us as we left the ship.  

    We walked to a large building with three revolving doors in front.  Walking through the left hand doors we found ourselves in a huge transportation hub.  Taxis drove in a lazy arc in one door and out another, picking up passengers and dropping of their customers.  A long line of busses were waiting for their patrons to take them to destinations unknown.   Pedestrians rushed from bus to taxi to the door or the myriad shops that lined the walls selling food and drinks, magazines and papers.  

    We took it all in; watching thousands of people milling around rushing from place to place.  Collette led us to one side of the building where limousines were for hire.  She amazed me by speaking Italian, albeit more broken then her flawless French.  She quickly arranged for a limo to take us for the day and the four of us, Collette, Melinda, Travis and I, climbed into the long, white vehicle.

    The limo drove under the raised gate and into the crowded streets.  He turned towards the south, following a long line of cars.  In broken English he asked, "where you go?"

    "Pompeii," Collette said without hesitation.

    "Good, yes, good," he said enthusiastically with a rapid nod.  He hunched over the steering wheel like fighting a battle.  The limo accelerated and shook as we turned off of the slow road onto a lightly traveled street.  The street was lined with old and broken houses.  White clapboards were hanging askew, almost ready to fall to the ground below.  The road was bumpy and the limo bounced along as we sped further from the docks.  

    We turned again and were soon on a smoother road racing past large fields tended by farmers.  The farms were in various stages of disarray, some almost pristine while others were mottled with weeds and broken down tractors.  The difference was remarkable between the farms. It seemed that the closer we got to Pompeii, the better the condition of the farms.  

    Outside the window the flat landscape slowly transformed into gently rising hills.  Out of the windshield we spotted the towering mountain of Vesuvius climbing into the sky.  Lazy tendrils of steam were reaching into the blanket of clouds that hovered softly overhead, issuing up from the mouth of the sleeping giant.  

    The limo stopped and the colorful driver climbed out and rushed to open our doors.  "Come, come," he said, "see things, yes?"

    "Yes," Collette agreed, stepping from the limo, the driver easing her with a strong hand from the vehicle.  We all climbed out of the limousine and stood along the devastated ruins of Pompeii.  Ashen walls stood defiantly at the base of the volcano.  We eased our way along the cordoned off sights.  There were white ash people hidden behind glass enclosures, their bodies finally protected from the elements.  We looked in wonder at the unfortunate remains of the city that had been obliterated by the eruption of Mount Vesuvius long ago.

    Weathered bodies transformed into statues stood as a testament to the past and we were all moved by the rapid destruction that had to have happened for the remains that we were viewing to come into existence.   We were staring in silence at the prone position of a young child from seasons past; even the young were not immune from the volcanoes wrath.

    "Amazing," Collette translated Melinda's words and we all agreed in muted silence.

    We turned to our left and began climbing the mountain, following a path long ago formed by the countless visitors that had come to witness the amazing sights our eyes were now privy too.  We climbed higher, working our way to the open mouth of the volcano.  We reached the apex and peered into the mouth of the giant.  The thin streams of steam that we had seen from the base of the volcano was thicker here, almost a fog.  

    We stood silently at the mouth of the volcano, looking into the cause of the devastation below.  History seemed to come alive as we witness the aftermath and again Melinda croaked out, "amazing."

    The volcano was full of dirt and rocks; we could not see any molten lava threatening to spill out and wreck havoc again on the helpless land below.  I looked into the hole beneath me and then turned my head to look at the ruins below.  Back and forth my head went, scanning the growth below and the small tendrils of steam that rose between the rocks and crags and dirt and grass.  The power of the mountain was evident as I looked below at the once proud city, now nothing more than a tourist attraction and natural phenomenon.

    We stood at the gaping maw of destruction for almost an hour, mostly silent with only an occasional gasp at the reality of the past slammed into our thoughts with the force of a hurricane.  It was an amazing look into the past and we were all profoundly affected.  I couldn't fathom the terror that had befell Pompeii all those years ago.  How had the people died?  Had they tried to flee, running as fast as the burning in their lungs would allow? Only to watch the river of fire growing closer with each step?  Or had they simply embraced their family in the comforts of their homes, waiting with loved ones until the inevitable arrived?  

    Did I really want to know?

    We slowly walked down the path that had brought us to the precipice of our thoughts.  The energy we had had as we bounded up the path was gone, replaced by silent thoughts that ran through our heads.  Our guide was waiting for us as we reached the cordoned off city below.  "Come," he said, still energetic, still trying to please, "I take you to eat," he said, dancing on his heels, "good food, come, come."

    Silently, we followed.

    We climbed silently into the limousine and the driver slammed our doors with a sound of finality.  It was the hour we spent staring at death that made the sound sound like the door of a tomb slamming shut and I shuttered involuntarily.  I glanced around nervously and was elated to witness the same thoughts I had dancing in the eyes of Melinda, Travis, and Collette.  

    The limo driver climbed in and soon we were speeding away from the volcano.  None of us glanced back.  It was as if we were fleeing the erupting death as the residents of Pompeii had once tried to do.  We were all frozen in our thoughts, pondering the devastation, the death, the finality.  

    Collette giggled weakly when Melinda uttered, "I'm not hungry," in her native French, shaking her head slightly.

    Slowly we began to snap out of our fugue, shaking off the sights of the past two hours like slowly forgetting a disturbing dream.  Our silence climbed into muted whispers, talking about the destruction, paying respect to the dead with our hushed tones.   We were still whispering, when twenty minutes later we turned off the highway onto a bumpy, cobblestone road running between closely packed buildings with walkways spanning the road overhead.

    The car shook with each bump and we found our bodies shifting in the comfortable seats to balance ourselves as we continued along the road.  The walls of the buildings seemed to be closing in on us as we continued our bumpy journey towards "good food."  My curiosity began to climb as we meandered deeper into the depths of the city.

    The limousine slowed and than stopped.  The driver climbed out of the vehicle with a grunt that we heard within the confines of the limo.  He opened our door saying, "good food, come," and we followed him into a run down bistro that smelled absolutely divine.  It dawned on me just then how trusting the four of us had been.  We had just been driven into the bowels of an Italian city by a man we had never met.  Had he had some nefarious agenda, we would have been hard pressed to stop him.

    "Come," he said, walking towards the drab olive building with chipping paint, "food, eat, come."

    The smells drifting toward us were heavenly and we were compelled to follow.  My stomach grumbled, the smells enticing.  Collette led, following our driver, followed by Melinda, then Travis, and I brought up the rear. 

   The restaurant was mostly empty, only one old gentleman with gray hair was sitting at a table.  He was wearing dirty pants and a torn shirt.  He looked unkempt and slovenly.  He slurped at a bowl of soup noisily and the grin that wafted over his face indicated he did enjoy the food.

    Our patron led us into the restaurant and indicated a booth against the left hand wall away from the grinning man slurping his obviously delightful soup.  We took the proffered table and watched as he walked through a swinging door deeper into the restaurant.  Melinda spoke a few words in French and Collette translated for me, "it seems," she reported, "that our driver has more than a passing interest in this establishment."

    I nodded in agreement.

    Our driver emerged with some thin bread coated in fresh butter.  He set the basket on the table and said, "good, yes?"

    Collette replied for us in Italian.  Hearing her speak I wondered how many languages she was capable of conversing in.  I was already impressed with three and would be more surprised if she didn't have command of more.  Our driver, who Collette informed us was named Luigi, which prompted a burst of laughter at the obvious Italian name, was part owner of the restaurant.  He departed and returned promptly with menus which were penned in Italian.  Collette deciphered the text and placed our orders when Luigi returned with four glasses of water.

    Theconversation about Pompeii that had started in the car continued, the awe evident in our voices.  Collette performed admirably as translator; and never did I feel left out of the conversation, though most of it was in French.  I tasted the bread and it melted on my tongue.  Involuntarily I made a guttural sound of delight.

    We continued talking about the doomed city and sleeping monster until our food arrived.  A plate of veal was placed before Collette coated in some sort of white sauce on a bed of lettuce.  Melinda had some delightful smelling concoction with shrimp as the main meat.  A plate of what looked almost like lasagna was place before Travis and I received a large plate of spaghetti noodles covered in a wine sauce.  

    The smells mingled with perfection and I found my stomach rumbling in anticipation.  Melinda uttered something that Collette translated as, "now I am hungry."  It seemed the food had the same affect on her as it did me.  Luigi spoke and Collette shook her head slightly, sending Luigi back into the kitchen.  We ate, devouring the food, and were all pleasantly surprised that Luigi was true to his word, the food was good.   Collette was making similar noises to the ones I had made as she ate her veal, obviously enjoying her choice of cuisine.

    Luigi returned a moment later with a bottle of red wine and poured each of us a glass.  Its flavor mixed well with our meals, enhancing the taste of the food we were savoring.  Luigi was attentive without hovering; always there immediately without hanging out next to our table.  We ate as if ravenous, the food that delicious.  Before we knew it, our plates were empty and whisked away by our benefactor.

    "Wow," Collette said, wiping her face with a cloth napkin, "that was great."

    "Oui," Melinda said, understanding the tone if not the words.

    Luigi delivered four tiny bowls of lime sherbet, "free," he said, "good, wash taste, yes."

    He departed as rapidly as he had appeared.  The cold desert perfectly completed our meal.  We chatted about the trip thus far, Collette once again playing interpreter perfectly.  We discussed the devastation and were in agreement as to how amazing seeing the ancient history was.  We knew we had witnessed something indescribable, that to fully understand it, you had to visit yourself.  Either way we were all impressed.

    Luigi delivered the bill and he accepted American currency happily.  The bill was inexpensive for the fare we received and we thanked him for bringing us.  "Welcome," he said, "where now?"

    Collette and Melinda discussed the question in French.  Travis followed along with the conversation, but neither he nor I was invited to make suggestions.  The women were in control and we were happy with that.  Melinda stood up and Collette followed suit.  Travis and I took our feet and Collette turned to Luigi, speaking in his native Italian better than he spoke English, "we want to go dancing," she said, "where is the best place?"

    "Dance, yes," Luigi said, thrusting his hips in a parody of sex, "club, loud, exclusive, yes?"

    "Yes," Collette said, grinning at his display.

    "Come," he said, beckoning us with a waving arm, "come.  To limo, I take you, yes, yes, I take you."

    The four of us followed him from his restaurant.  We were lucky to find him as our guide, even if he had more than a passing interest in our destinations.  He opened the doors for us and offered his arm for stability as we entered the plush interior of the limousine.  He slammed the door behind us and climbed into the drivers seat.  The powerful engine roared to life and once again we were speeding through the narrow and bumpy streets.  

    We were whisked through the crowded city streets.  Looking out the window at the people walking along the broken sidewalk along the filthy buildings and littered alleys, it dawned on me how off the beaten path Luigi had taken us to find the excellent fare we had savored.  Luigi drove quickly, honking the horn to warn nearby pedestrians of our approach.  

    The car turned left and once again we were on a major road.  The cramped buildings gave way to houses which yielded to farms and then nothing.  Trees lined the road and we sped along the highway.  Luigi had said "exclusive" when he described where he was taking us.  Exclusive apparently meant out of the way.  Still, his choice in restaurant could not be disputed as excellent and so we trusted his judgment.

    The limo slowed and we turned along a dirt road that ran between two cement posts.  The car lurched as we moved slowly along the dirt road.  Behind us a rooster tail of dust spilled out, marking our passage.  The car slowed and then stopped.  We were parked in a large dirt parking lot.  There were about sixty cars lined up in uneven rows.  To our left was a huge white building with columns reaching skyward to support the roof of the four story building.  

    Luigi killed the engine and climbed from the vehicle.  He opened the door at the rear of the limo and holding his hand out he said, "come, dance, fun, yes?"

    Collette held her hand to Luigi and he helped her from the limo.  Melinda followed suit and the three of them walked arm in arm up a long flight of marble stairs leaving Travis and I to fend for ourselves.  I followed Travis from the limousine and slammed the door shut, the sound echoing in the woods around us.  Hurriedly we followed the leading threesome.

    Two burly men opened the door for us and we entered the club.  Loud music swept over us in a wave; deep drums beating and reverberating in our chests, an animalistic beating like the throbbing of war drums of an ancient tribe.  We walked past a carpeted foyer where attractive couples were sitting at small tables and sipping champagne from long-stemmed glasses.  We continued into the club and another set of doors were held open by two more large men.

    The bouncers were wearing dark coats with a red sash running down over their shoulders to wrap around their strong waists.  On their feet were sandals with thick leather straps wrapped around their musculature calves up to their knees.   They greeted us with a nod, smiling at Collette and Melinda.  Luigi released their arms and said, "dance, fun," and then he departed with a "get drinks, be back."

    There were at least one hundred men and women dancing to the throbbing beat on the crowded dance floor.  Luigi danced through the crowd as the four of us worked our way along the walls of the club until we found an empty booth.  Travis and I took a seat at Collette's direction and she and Melinda swirled into the crowd and were soon dancing in tune with the throbbing beat.

    Luigi returned with four drinks and set them on the table.  "Women dance?"

    "Yes," I said, losing sight of Melinda, Collette having been whisked away moments before.

    "Good time, yes?"

    I took a sip from the dark red wine that Luigi had delivered, swallowed, and then said, "yes, we are having a good time."

    "Good!" He said, taking his feet and walking backwards into the crowd, only to be swept away with the beat.

   Travis looked at me as if to ask, "where did they go?"  I shrugged my shoulders in reply to his unvoiced question.  I sat in the booth sipping my wine when Collette appeared from the crowd, smiling happily, her face glowing.  "Meet me in the ladies room in fifteen minutes," she said into my ear, talking loudly enough for me to hear her over the deafening roar of the music.

    I nodded in assent.

    Knowing I would obey Collette turned from the table and once again disappeared into the crowd.  I glanced at my watch and noted the time, mentally adding the required amount of time to the display.  I glanced at Travis as he sipped his glass of wine with a look that said, "I don't know," shaking my head slightly.

    Travis finished his wine and when Melinda did not return he began drinking hers.  When ten minutes had passed I excused myself, sure that Travis would understand the meaning and went in search of the ladies room as commanded.  Finding the door I stood outside until the full fifteen minutes had past.  Then, taking a deep breath, I opened the swinging door and stepped inside.

    I found Collette sitting on the long counter next to the porcelain sink.  Her shorts were resting on the counter next to her, her bikini panties lying next to them.  Her legs were spread wide and her face still had that healthy glow I had witnessed minutes earlier.  "I'm a mess," she said playfully, "clean me."

    With a heavy gulp I stepped forward.  As I approached her I noticed that her sex was swollen and fresh sperm was tangled in the small tuft of her pubic hair.  She had found some young stud to pleasure her and by the glow on her cheeks he had succeeded.  As on the ship it was my task to clean her and I dropped to my knees between her parted thighs to obey her command.

    I could smell her excitement as I leaned my face into her sex, my tongue guiding me.  I pressed my tongue into her pussy, pulling her lovers seed into my mouth with a soft vacuuming pull of air.  From above me Collette was moaning in delight as I continued to clean her sex with my mouth.  I pulled my tongue from her sex and sucked the sperm from her pubic hair and then lowered my face to slide my tongue back into her pussy.

    From behind me I heard the door open.  "Hi," Collette said breathily above me.

   Collette tightened her legs against my face to prevent me from pulling my face away from her sex.  I continued to clean her pussy with my tongue, her legs effective in their task.  With her thighs squeezing my face I could only vaguely hear the conversation that Collette was having with whoever had entered the bathroom.

    Collette relaxed her grip on my face and whispered, "don't stop."  Then I heard her speaking above me, "for about five minutes now."  Her voice was thick with passion.  Then, and I was not surprised, "want to go next?"

    From behind me I heard two voices say, "yes."

    "Okay," her breathing escalated.  I pondered between probing strokes of my strong tongue if her excitement was from my ministrations to her sex, or the thought of offering my services to the new women that had arrived unannounced.

    Collette screamed as her orgasm welled up from the depths of her body; exploding into a spasm of delight that forced me backwards.  My arm flew out to support my collapsing body. Collette's breathing slowly calmed as her fingers flexed involuntarily.  "God," she breathed, taking her feet.  Her legs were weak and I held my left arm up to help support her, my right hand balancing me.

    From behind me I heard, "it looked like you enjoyed that."

    "Oh," she said between deep breaths, "I did.  I needed that.  I had just had sex and I was messy with sperm.  I needed to be cleaned out."  She said it nonchalantly, as if it was commonplace to admit such a thing.

    My face was crimson as Collette revealed what had transpired.  "Really," the second voice asked, incredulous.

    "Tell them," Collette told me.

    I turned around to face the two women, both of who chuckled at my red face.  The first was a short woman with long brown hair reaching to the middle of her back.  She was wearing a pair of jeans and a men's shirt tied around her waist.  The second woman was older and a little taller.  Her hair was pulled back and held in place by a butterfly clip at the back of her head.  She was wearing a medium length skirt with a peach blouse tucked neatly into the waistband.  With a slight bowing of my head I obeyed Collette's command, "she had just had sex and I cleaned her pussy and pubic hair of her lover's sperm."

    The stronger looking of the two women, the one wearing the jeans asked, "do you know whose it was?"

    "No," I admitting, bringing about a second spurt of giggling.

    "Whose next?" Collette asked.

    Without hesitating the woman wearing jeans, unfastened them and pulled her zipper down.  In one motion she pulled her jeans and cotton panties down.  She waddled to the counter and spun around.  With a hop she jumped onto the counter and spread her knees as wide as her bunched up clothes would allow.  "Me," she finally replied.  

    Collette nodded.  

    I walked on my knees and placed my face against her sex.  With a tentative stroke I lapped gently at her pussy.  Her sex was wet, the sight and sounds of Collette's orgasm as well as my supplication having excited her.  She moaned above me softly and I pressed my tongue deeper into her sex.  

    I probed her softness with my tongue, massaging her sex with strong strokes of my tongue.  Her legs kicked up at my pleasurable stroking, striking my chest.  I lunged at the unexpected assault and leaned further into her sex.  I lapped her sex, her moans of delight growing louder.  Her fingers dug into my hair, pushing me against her sex, trapping me there.  "God," she shouted, her hips bucking, riding my face.

    She came, her fingers pulling my hair.  I hissed in pain against her sex and she shouted in orgasmic delight again.  She released my scalp and pushed me backwards, breathing heavily, "I have never done something like this," she admitted.  

    I sat down on the cold floor of the bathroom and watched as the woman jumped off of the counter and pulled her clothes back on.  "You've got to do that, Tina," she said to her friend as she finished fastening her jeans.  "Being in a public place is such a turn-on."

    From my supplicant position, my cock straining against my shorts, I could only agree.

    The woman wearing the peach blouse, Tina, said, "it did look like you enjoyed that, Bethany."

    Nodding happily Tina said, "I did."

    Bethany reached behind her as she crossed the room and unbuttoned her skirt.  Standing before the counter top she stepped out of the garment and draped it gently on the counter.  She reached her hands into the fabric of her floral panties and pulled them down her legs, stepping out of them gingerly.  She spun around and hopped onto the counter where Bethany had been sitting just minutes before.  

    Collette motioned me forward and I crawled between Bethany's thighs on my knees.  I licked her bare thighs, sliding my tongue higher until it came in contact with the shaven mound of her sex.  She made a soft whimper as my tongue probed her clit, dancing across the hardening, excited flesh.  I pressed against her sex with my tongue, sliding my tongue rapidly in large circles.

    "God, yes!" she screamed and I was certain her arousal could be heard beyond the closed bathroom door and into the club beyond.

    Her sounds of delight spurred me on and I extended my tongue as a small cock and slipped it into her pussy, parting the gentle lips of her sex.  I began rocking on my calves, pulling the pseudo-cock from her pussy before slipping it back in.  Her excitement was heavy in my mouth, a strong taste that filled my senses.  Her heated shouts of "yes," became blurred moans as her excitement climbed to the precipice of orgasmic bliss.  

    With her fingers digging into my scalp, holding my tongue inside her sex, she came.  A primal, voiceless groan escaped her lips and from behind me I heard Tina say, "told you."

    "Haveyou done this before?" Bethany asked as she jumped down from the counter top and began fixing her clothing.

    "Yes," Collette replied while shaking her head merrily.

    "Wow," Bethany said, shaking her head in disbelief.

    "If you want," Collette said with a mischief grin, "you can send your friends in."  

    "Will he?" Tina paused, looked at my bowed form, "will he clean them too if need be?"

    "Oh, yes," Collette replied, nodding her assent.

    "This is just too good to pass up."  Tina said.  She crossed the room and entered the nearest stall, taking care of her original business.  I heard the sound as she relieved herself.  Flushing the toilet she crossed the room, washed her hands, and then she and Bethany left, calling out, "don't worry, dear, someone will be along shortly."  The door obscured their laughter.

    Collette was smiling as she said to me, "looks like you are in for a long night."

    "Yes, mistress," I said, bowing my head.

    "Stand up."

    I climbed to my feet and Collette directed me into the stall furthest from the door leading back into the club.  She commanded me to take a seat and I lowered my body onto the commode.  "Don't go anywhere," she told me.  She turned and left the bathroom only to return about a minute later.  In her hand was a man's necktie.  "Since you ate his sperm," she giggled, "he said you can use this."  She stood before me and tied the necktie around my eyes.  "Now," she said, "you will pleasure any woman that comes in here.  The blindfold is so they don't feel uncomfortable.  Any questions?"

    "No, mistress," I said, looking up blindly where the sound of her voice was coming from. 

     "Very good.  Don't worry, I'll be back.  The man I had sex with had a friend."   She was whistling merrily as she left the bathroom, leaving me to wait.

    A few minutes after Collette left, minutes of wondering how long I would serve here in the women's bathroom as a release for the many woman enjoying their night in the loud club, I heard the bathroom door open, the noise of the club spilling into my ears.  "I almost forgot," Collette said.  I felt her next to me when I felt something binding my hands to the steel piping of the commode.  "We can't have you getting too familiar with the women, now can we?"

    "No, mistress," I said, though an answer was not necessary.

    I could not see her smile.  "I'll be back," she said, once again leaving me alone to my thoughts and nervous waiting.

    Countless minutes passed before I heard the bathroom door open.  The sound of nervous laughter greeted my ears as I sat with my hands tied to the commode, my sight removed by the necktie around my eyes.  "Hi," I heard a high voice say from directly in front of me.  "I hear you are here to serve.  Is that true?"

    I swallowed, "yes, ma'am."

    She purred happily.  "Cool," she giggled.

    I felt a hand on my thigh and then the soft caress of clothe against my face.  I could smell the arousal of the woman, her scent heavy in the air.  She climbed onto the commode, one foot behind me and the other on the sturdy toilet paper dispenser.  I felt her sex rub against my nose, her pussy devoid of panties.  I imagined the discarded wisp of fabric lying useless on the tile floor.  "Eat me," she said in that same high voice.

    My tongue slipped from my mouth instantly, the command reaching my ear and prompting immediate adherence to the words with no thought involved.  I obeyed instantly.  My tongue pressed against her small sex, licking the nearly hairless pussy of the strange woman hidden from my sight.  Above me she moaned in delight as my tongue caressed her wet lips.  

    I slipped my tongue past the tight lips of her sex, tasting her, probing deeper.  A small tuft of sexual hair alit on my nose, dancing like a gentle butterfly's wing against it.  She ground her pussy against my face, taking pleasure in the ministrations of my probing tongue.  I pulled my tongue from her pussy and then slid it in again, fucking her with the tiny cock of my tongue.  From a distance I heard the bathroom door open, but was oblivious to the meaning.  The faceless woman continued riding my face, her tempo increasing until she screamed in oblivion, coming noisily against my face held between her thighs.

    I could still smell her excitement as she climbed off of the toilet, pulling her body away from my face.  "Thanks," she said as she turned.  I heard her speak, "what are you doing in here?" followed by, "oh, never mind."  She called out as she left the bathroom, "I'll send my friends in."

    The stall door opened and a masculine voice said, "Collette said I'd find someone to satisfy me in here."

    The man before me stepped closer and I heard him lower his zipper, the sound deafening in my shocked ears.  It had surprised me to find myself bound and blindfolded in the women's bathroom of a busy club in Italy, ordered to pleasure the women that came before me.  To find myself now tasked with orally pleasuring men as well escalated that surprise to the surreal.  

    "Open," he said, his voice forceful.

    As commanded I opened my mouth to accept his turgid shaft.

    I felt his cock slide past my lips.  From above me he said, "you know what to do."

    I knew what was expected of me, what Collette had commanded.  I was surprised to find that a man had entered the woman's bathroom, but now that he was here I would obey the spirit of Collette's command and pleasure this man as I sat, tied and blinded on the cold porcelain commode.  I closed my mouth around the strange man's erection.  Slowly I began to rock in my bonds, slipping my mouth over his cock and then pulling it out.

    I gasped as he grabbed my head and pulled me onto his cock.  He began fucking my face, holding my face in his hands as he pistoned into my mouth.  I felt like a woman as he rode my face to completion, spilling his thick seed into my mouth, used and degraded.  Women for centuries had experienced what I was feeling and I suddenly felt more rapport towards them. I gagged as he held my face against taut against his cock, swallowing heavily. 

    "Thanks," he said, pulling free and walking away, leaving me to sit there waiting with the taste of his sperm thick on my tongue. 

    I heard a giggle and then Melinda's voice rang out.  I did not understand the words but then Collette said, "she said that was fun to watch."

    Collette and Melinda had witnessed the whole thing.  They had entered the bathroom with the man, the fact hidden from my blindfolded eyes.  

    "Taste familiar?" Collette asked me.  

    Her meaning was clear; the man that she had had sex with, had now been serviced by my mouth directly.  I had taken two loads of his seed now, one from Collette and one from the source.  "No," I admitted, "I did not realize."  I was looking out into the bathroom but only darkness greeted my eyes.

    Melinda spoke and again Collette translated. "Melinda wanted me to ask if you were curious as to where Travis is?"

    "Yes," I said, though I had not even given him any thought since entering the women's restroom.  Then, turning my head to the left, where the sound of Melinda's voice had come I squeaked, "oui," nodding slightly.

    Melinda spoke in French and Collette translated, "he is in the men's room giving hand jobs to all the men that come in to use the bathroom.  He doesn't let them come though.  Do you know why?"

    Melinda quit speaking and Collette finished translating.  I shook my head, "no," though I was certain that I did know.

    I could hear Melinda smile as she continued speaking.  When she finished Collette translated, "because when they get close to coming he stops them and then tells the men that they can finish up here."

   Collette and Melinda laughed at the faint moan that escaped my lips. "Isn't that nice of him?" Collette asked with a giggle.

    "Yes, mistress," I said, my voice tight.  

    I heart the bathroom door open and then Collette said, "well, looks like Travis' is doing his job."

    I groaned weakly, her meaning clear.  I heard Collette and Melinda step away and then a masculine voice, just in front of me, said, "wow, he wasn't kidding."

    Collette replied, "no, he wasn't.  I expect that my friend here will be very busy tonight."

    I heard a zipper lower followed by, "I think you may be right."

    Collette called out to me, "we will leave you to your chores."  Then her footfalls rang out and the bathroom door opened.  I heard the rhythmic beat of the music of the club loud in my ears until the bathroom door once again muffled the sound.  I felt the man step forward, his foot striking mine.  I raised my head blindly and waited for the inevitable.  I didn't have long to wait as the strange man fed his erect cock to my waiting mouth.  I could still taste the seed of the last man I brought to climax with my mouth and knew I would taste much more before the evening was finished.

    The man stuck his cock in my mouth and I sucked on it as Collette required.  He thrust against me and was moaning within moments.  He shouted into the small room, "ohhhh," and pulled his penis from my mouth.  Immediately I felt his sperm strike my face.  He finished by masturbating and spilling his sperm, covering my face, marking me with his seed.  As he zipped up he stepped away and said, "I like the look.  Don't worry, I'll send my friends to the men's room first.  Hell," he said with a laugh, "I might just buy the place a few drinks.  Think that will increase the number of visits to the bathrooms?"

    Without waiting for an answer he washed his hands and left the restroom, leaving me with my thoughts to wait. 

    For the next three hours or so, time became a blur of erect cocks and wet pussies as I pleasured the patrons of the bar.  Twice Collette and Melinda visited to check on my progress.  "I like the look," Collette said to me on the second visit, "you definitely look like a slut with that sperm running down your chin."

    Melinda spoke and Collette translated, "don't worry," she said, "Travis and you will trade places tomorrow night."

    I groaned, Collette was planning on returning here again.  My face was covered in the cold, thick seed of countless me and I had lapped at numerous pussies and swallowed dozens of cocks, from the long to the short, from the thin to thick.  My mouth was sore, my jaw aching.  Collette stepped into the bathroom stall with me and climbed higher to plant her dripping sex against my face, "I am so hot, seeing you here like this, supplicated, used, degraded; it is an amazing sight.  The reason we are coming back is so Melinda can see Travis here like this."   

    I could smell her excitement and without hesitation I extended my tongue and parted the moist folds of Collette's sex.

    She moaned in feverish delight immediately and dug her fingers into my scalp.  Her pleasure climbed as my tongue continued to lap at the moist recesses of her sex.  Her moans grew louder as her excitement climbed.  Her fingers dropped underneath my shirt and her nails dug into my shoulders causing me to hiss in pain, sucking her sex into my mouth.  She came then, screaming loudly, the sound confined within the cramped bathroom.  

    My shirt stuck to my back, thin tendrils of blood seeping from the scratch marks Collette made as she came.  "My God," she breathed as she began untying my hands.

    With my hands free I rubbed my sore wrists, twisting my arm in the tight fist of the opposite hand.  Collette pulled the blindfold off of my face and she looked radiant, her face flushed, her hair in disarray.  She looked pleased and I beamed in happiness.  

    "That was wonderful," she told me, whispering in my ear.  

    I smiled at her.  

    She pulled me up from the toilet and watched as I washed my hands and face.  I bent forward to rinse the taste of the spilled seed from my mouth but Collette stopped me, catching my intent, "a souvenir," she said, and I nodded mutely

    Melinda entered with Travis and he had a red tint to his face, the last few hours of masturbating men to the brink of orgasm written on his face.  I remained silent, not filling in him on what awaited him tomorrow.  Melinda spoke with Collette in French, Travis remaining quiet.  When she finished speaking Collette said, "time to go," and the four of us left the bathroom.  

    Instantly applause broke out, the gathered throng showing their appreciation at the service that Travis and I had provided.  Shouts rang out and my face was red as I relived the last few hours of servicing the men and women of the club.  Collette shouted in Italian and the room erupted in delighted applause and shouts of assent.  It was obvious to me that she had informed them of our plans to return the next evening and the men and women cheered in agreement.

    Together, the four of us left the club to find our driver waiting at the limousine.  "Where to?" he asked.

    "The ship," Collette replied.

    We climbed into the limo and sped away.  The sky was dark, beautiful points of light blinking against the calm backdrop like soft candlelight.  We raced along the same deserted streets back towards the Mediterranean sea and the ship docked quietly along the populated shore.  Collette and Melinda were gossiping like school girls, laughing as they relived the night.  

    Melinda explained to Travis what the plan was for the next evening and Collette spoke to me, "we are returning tomorrow," Collette reminded me.

    "I know," I said quietly.

    "I think it will be different than we had originally discussed."

    I raised my head quizzically, "how so?"

    She smiled coyly, "you'll see."

    The ship came into view and the limo driver dropped us off just outside of the customs booth that we had to pass through.  Collette asked if he would continue to chaperone our visit and he readily agreed.  We wished him a good night and the four of us boarded the ship and after a brief exchange of pleasantries we went to bed.

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