After I graduated from college, my first two jobs didn't pay very well, however fate intervened and I landed a job that actually paid me good money. It also included frequent travel to Europe. I was working for a film distributor who distributed American made films throughout most of Europe. They also imported some European made films into the U.S.
One of the perks of the job was that in addition to our mainstream clients we also imported adult films made in countries like, Germany, Italy, and the Czech Republic. I got to view every film and decide which films my company would import into the U.S. We had strict guidelines back then, about what type of adult content could be imported, so watching the films and taking notes about their content was not nearly as fun as it sounded.
The other perk was that the adult film producers would often take me out to some of the best night spots in their city. We would often be accompanied by the porn actors and actresses who worked in the films. I also saw had an amazing opportunity to see many wonderful parts of their countries that the average tourist would never experience.
On one of my visits to Rome an adult film producer made an offhand remark about a woman whom he had dated.
He said, "When we split, she had to go visit the cemetery." That was the English translation of his remark.
His comments didn't make sense to me, so I asked for an explanation. The other Italian men immediately laughed at me.
They then told me about a cemetery that was situated behind a church near Republic Square in Rome. The cemetery predated the square which was built in the fifteen hundreds.
In Italy, it's a great source of shame for a woman if she can't bear children. He explained that there was an old tradition that dated back hundreds of years. When a woman was not able to get pregnant by her husband, she would go to this cemetery late at night when the moon was full. There was a short stone fence running through the center of the cemetery that women would bend down and rest their elbows on, then begin to pray.
If her prayers were answered, a stranger would appear from out of nowhere, couple with her, and impregnate her with his seed, or so the legend went. The Italians believed that the man who appeared was sent by the saints to grant the woman her wish for a baby.
Over the generations, many women got their prayers answered in that cemetery. In modern time the cemetery became more of a place for casual encounters. Men and women would come late at night to meet and have sex without any strings attached. Birth control was still illegal in Italy back then, so you can imagine how many pregnancies resulted from these casual encounters. Some Italian men would brag about how many women they got pregnant in the cemetery.
After I arrived home, I couldn't get the idea of the cemetery off my mind. I thought about it day and night. I made a decision to visit the cemetery on my next trip to Rome, but just before leaving for Rome I devised a plan. I opened an anonymous e-mail account and printed some business cards that were blank except for a single line printed in bold saying, "Thank You," and the e-mail address at the bottom of the card in smaller letters.
I sat at a sidewalk Tratoria in Republic Square nibbled at my pizza and sipped slowly at my coffee. My hand was trembling from the anticipation of going into the cemetery late at night. The thought had crossed my mind that the guys who told me about this old Italian tradition were playing a big joke on me, but there was also a chance they were telling the truth.
It was eleven o'clock, not very late by local standards. People in Italy are typically just finishing dinner at this time, but I couldn't make myself wait any longer.
I left my table and walked towards the church. My legs felt stiff and mechanical as I walked. I crossed one street and then another before I found myself standing next to the fifteen foot tall stone wall that surrounded the cemetery.
"One block to go," I muttered to myself.
I walked down the ancient sidewalk that ran next to the cemetery wall and eventually spotted the entrance. At about fifty feet away I stopped. The entrance was lit by a dim light that marked the opening in the wall that allowed visitors to come and go at any time.
I stood there in the shadows for a long time watching the entrance but I never saw anyone go in or come out. I started to move toward the entrance but a movement from across the street caught my attention.
It was a woman crossing the street. It was dark and she was wearing a long thin coat, but I could tell she was around five foot four and slender. She quickly crossed the street and walked directly into the cemetery. I caught only a momentary glimpse of the side of her face. Not enough to really know much about what she looked like, but enough to know she looked in her mid twenties, had dark hair and possessed typical Italian features.
I waited for a few moments before going into the cemetery, once inside I quickly moved to the back wall and positioned myself close to the wall and stood in its shadow.
As my eyes adjusted to the light I began to make out the shapes of other people in the cemetery. There were people walking around, there were couples scattered here and there kissing, and finally I spotted the short stone fence that they told me about.
I saw two women leaning against the top of the wall just as it had been described to me. Each of the women had a man behind them pumping their cocks vigorously in and out of them. There were other men milling around nearby, apparently waiting their turn.
I stood there in the shadows silently watching the two women at the wall as the men behind them finished and new men took their place. I also noticed other couples having sex on the grass; others were having sex on the top of large marble slabs that marked the ancient graves of the rich and influential of a bygone era.
I searched for the woman wearing the long coat who entered the cemetery just before me but I couldn't see her. Most of the women there wore short skirts and blouses. I continued watching the two women at the fence. The show was quite a turn on. I counted as each woman had four men each, before one of them stood up from the wall and lit a cigarette. She didn't stand there long before another woman walked up to the fence and took her place. A man immediately positioned himself behind her and entered her. This was better than any porn film I ever saw.
The woman who was standing there smoking watched them for awhile until a man approached her and they began talking. When the woman finished her smoke she squatted down and began sucking his cock. I couldn't see much detail because it was so dark but the sight of everything gave me a raging hard on.
I felt pretty secure from my observation point in the shadows. But still I first looked around to see if anyone was near me before pulling my cock out. I began to stroke it as I watched all of the sex that was happening in the cemetery.
I was about to cum when the distant glow of a cigarette off to my right made me freeze. My eyes strained as I searched the shadows trying to find where it came from.
Eventually I saw a movement in the shadows along the wall about a hundred feet away from me. There was the woman I saw enter the cemetery standing in a corner. From the glow of her cigarette she seemed to have her back turned to me, but she was clearly watching the people in the cemetery.
A sudden burst of excitement overcame me. I realized that I didn't want to be one of the men who would take his turn with the women at the wall and maybe get sloppy sixths. I wanted to be with the woman I saw enter the cemetery before me.
I slowly moved along the shadows toward her. As I got closer, I could make out more of her outline. About ten feet behind her I stopped. I could hear her breathing. It was shallow and erratic. It sounded like she was having sex and was getting close to a climax. I looked harder to see if anyone was with her but as I moved a little closer I could see that she was alone.
I moved to within about five feet behind her, close enough to smell her perfume. She had one hand against the wall holding her cigarette between her fingers. Her other hand was reaching down between her legs and was masturbating herself. She muttered something in Italian to herself, but I couldn't make out what she said.
I stood there stroking my cock as I watched her getting closer to her climax. She looked over at the women at the wall. There were three women now leaning against the wall. She continued watching the women receiving men into their waiting pussies. I saw her body tremble as her orgasm washed over her. I knew this was the time to move in and catch her while her head was awash in the afterglow of her orgasm.
I stepped forward and reached my hand around her, covering her mouth. I didn't want her to be startled and scream. T he second my hand covered her mouth she froze.
I spoke to her in Italian, "Bona Serra," Good evening I said to her.
I continued speaking to her in Italian. I was pretty good at speaking the language but I knew that if I said too much she would know I wasn't an Italian.
I reached my other hand around and placed it on her belly, "Is there a baby in here?" I whispered to her.
"No," She replied softly.
I could feel her relax slightly as I moved my lips closer to her ear, "Do you want a baby in here?" I pressed my hand against her belly a little more.
"Yes," She said, leaning back against me slightly.
"Ask me," I whispered to her.
She put her other hand on the wall and pressed her ass back against me, "Will you give me a baby?" She asked, speaking softly.
I pushed her coat to the side and lifted her dress up over her hips, exposing her bare bottom to me. I reached my hand between her legs and felt the opening of her pussy. It was dripping wet from her masturbation and climax.
She spread her legs to give me easier access to her wet hole. I slid my thumb into her pussy and used my index finger to massage her clit. Her body began to writhe and she began to moan softly.
