The Fall of Troy

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  The Fall of Troy

  An Ellora’s Cave Electronic Publication in association with author

  Marilyn Lee

  ISBN # 1-84360-063-3

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  Edited by Tina Engler

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  The following material contains strong sexual content meant for mature readers. “THE FALL OF TROY” has been rated NC-17, erotic, by two individual reviewers. We strongly suggest storing this electronic file in a place where young readers not meant to view this e-book are unlikely to happen upon it. That said, enjoy…

  Chapter 1

  Angie Harding stood near the doorway of the ballroom, half hidden by a huge potted plant, surveying the room. Nearly every inch of the dance floor was covered with hard bodied men dirty dancing with lithe, shapely women in various states of undress. Some of the women were topless, some bottomless. But one thing was clear: not a single woman present could even remotely be called full-figured.

  What on earth had possessed her? Going on an ordinary cruise expecting to meet a man would have been enough of a stretch. But to pay extra money she really didn't have to come on this particular cruise geared solely towards the most hedonistic singles was pure insanity. With a ship full of perfectly shaped women ready and willing to drop their drawers at a moment's notice, what hope did she, with her large thighs, heavy breasts, and far from flat stomach have of attracting any of these men? Even dressed as she was in a low-cut red dress that exposed nearly all her breasts and ended just below her well-padded rump?

  Granted Dan had always loved running his fingers through her thick, dark hair and kissing his way up the length of her long legs from her toes. He had spoiled her with his insatiable appetite for her body. But in the three years since his death, she hadn't met another man who found her sexy. And now that she'd seen the competition, she knew her chances of getting laid while cruising the Delaware River were slim to none.

  She sighed. This long weekend cruise was going to take her just where its name promised: nowhere. For all the action she was going to get, she might as well have worn her panties.

  Her gaze landed on one couple halfway down the length of the room. She caught her breath and stared. She had a side view of the pair. The woman's skirt was pushed up around her waist; exposing her bare bottom. As Angie watched, she could clearly see a pale flash between the woman's thighs that could only be the man's dick, disappearing into her pussy. They were having sex right there on the dance floor!

  And they weren't the only ones. Now that she looked closer, she realized many of the couples were having sex as they danced. Over the insistent beat of the music, a series of moans reached her ears. She glanced to her right and gasped. Not four feet from her, a man stood against the wall. His head was turned to one side. Kneeling between his open legs was a fully nude woman.

  She blinked. That was Corrie slurping the man’s dick in her mouth like it was a lollipop! The man suddenly reached down and lifted Corrie to her feet, swung her around against the wall, and rolled a condom on his shaft.

  Heart thumping and heat rising in her own body, Angie looked on as Corrie rubbed her hand over her mound several times. She then smiled and parted her legs and the outer lips of her sex. Groaning, the man moved in front of her, thrust his hips forward, and sank his length into her.

  Corrie moaned and grabbed the man's hard behind. "Oh, yeah. Give me all you got, baby! Feed it all to me."

  Against her will, Angie began to breathe rapidly. She watched until she felt a trickle start down the side of her thigh. Good lord, she was getting off just watching them. Only then did she bite her lip and stumble through the door of the ballroom. Out on the deck, with the warm night air brushing against her skin, she made her way to a dim section of the boat and leaned her forehead against the rail.

  How was she going to get through the next three days surrounded by so much blatant sex? What on earth had possessed her to leave home without her favorite toy? She'd never needed it more. Her body burned and throbbed. Unable to stand the hunger any longer, she reached a hand between her legs and touched a finger to her clit. She didn't like the idea of resorting to pleasuring herself when she wasn't alone, but she couldn't withstand her body's need for satisfaction any longer. Having made up her mind, she dipped first one finger and then another in between her legs and began to pump them in and out.

  * * * * *

  Troy Hunter looked around the ballroom. Rick had not exaggerated when he’d said that anything would go on these Swinging Singles Love Cruises to Nowhere. He'd never seen so many women giving up pussy so easily. The place reeked of sex and the sounds of moans and groans as numerous dicks pounded into countless pussies. He heard an unusually load moan and glanced around in time to see a big man with his pants down around his legs, drive his cock deep into the upturned anus of a woman on her knees.

  The man proceeded to slap the woman's quivering bottom each time he sank his cock back in her. The woman moaned and tossed her head from side to side, shoving her hips back against the man's groin. "Oh, yeah, baby, let me have it all! Oh, yeah, I can take it. I can take it all. Drive it home, baby! Plant that big stick all the way up me. Drill me, baby!"

  Even though porno films and anal sex had never particularly appealed to him, his cock stirred. Damn he was ready for some pussy. He was definitely in the right place to get as much as he wanted in the next few days with no strings attached. But he didn't want just any woman. He'd already turned down the advances of several women who'd walked up to him and bared their cunts. Although he'd been tempted, at thirty-eight he was a little too old-fashioned to be attracted to women behaving so shamelessly.

  In the nine months since he and Carolyn had broken up, he and Rick had been too busy making preparations to start up their new software engineering business for him to have the time to find another woman. Although he'd had several one-night-stands during that time, he wanted sex on a regular basis with a woman who wouldn't require a commitment he wasn't ready to give.

  Not that he had anything against commitments. His father was still happily married to his mother after forty years of marriage. When he met the right woman, the one that captured both his heart and his sole sexual interest, he'd spend the rest of his life trying to make her happy. But for the next few years, he planned to take full advantage of the fact that women generally found him attractive. Somewhere there was a tall, willowy, beautiful, long-legged blond who would be the mother of his kids.

  But right now, all he wanted was some pussy. He started to make his way across the room, heading for the exit when he spotted a woman standing behind a large plant near the door. He moved to one side to get a better view of her. She had large breasts, long legs, and big thighs. Although she clearly weighed more than any other woman in the room, the red dress she wore clung to her body. She was what his mother would call big boned. Still, other than a slight swelling over her stomach, which he found strangely erotic, he saw no signs of excess fat.

/>   And she had beautiful hair that framed a face, which while not gorgeous, was definitely charming. She had nice eyes—dark and round. And at the moment those eyes were glued to a couple having sex off to her right.

  He saw her lips part and her breasts rapidly rise and fall. She was getting hot watching them. To his surprise, he was getting very hot watching her. When she suddenly turned and hurried from the ballroom, he went after her, his cock straining against the confines of his briefs and trousers.

  Out on deck, he paused. Okay, Troy, my boy. Why are you following her? Tall, blonde, and willowy she is not. And for all you know she's going to meet her lover for the evening.

  He shrugged. Maybe so. Only one way to find out. He quietly followed the woman hurrying along the deck in front of him. He could tell from the way the short skirt of her dress clung to her bottom that she wasn't wearing any panties. The thought made his dick harder.

  She suddenly stopped in a darkened corner of the deck and leaned against the rail. At first he thought she was seasick, then he realized what she was doing and his cock throbbed. Clearly, she needed a man as much as he needed a woman.

  Okay, you need a woman, but do you need this one? There are plenty of blonds back in the ballroom; most of them willowy and very pretty.

  He shrugged. She was a lot of woman, but he wanted a lot of loving. And at this particular moment in time, this woman was the object of his desire.

  He unzipped his trousers. He reached into his briefs and freed his cock. He covered it with a condom. Moving quietly, he stepped behind her. "Why don't you let me do that for you?" He whispered the words in her ear.

  She gasped and jerked her head around to stare at him, a look of horror on her face.

  Afraid she was about to run away, he leaned forward and brushed his lips against her forehead. "Don't worry. I'm wearing a condom."

  "A condom? But I-I…"

  He lifted her dress above her waist, revealing a round, plump rump. Used to women with small, firm butts, he was surprised at the jolt of lust rushing through him as he looked at her bare bottom. Unable to resist, he fondled the big, twin mounds. Her skin felt soft and warm against his palms and he had visions of clutching her butt in his hands as he pushed his aching cock deep in her pussy—again and again—all night long.

  "You have such a lovely behind," he told her. "I'm going to fondle it as we make love."

  "As we make—but I…I…we're not going to…to…"

  "Oh, yes, we are going to make love. Right now. Right here."

  "But I…I…we don't even…"

  Angie’s teeth sank down onto her bottom lip. How could she explain herself? She’d never really know what it was that had possessed her to come on this cruise because she wasn’t a one-night-stand kind of girl. She liked sex. Loved it, in fact. But she typically liked to be in a relationship while getting it.

  So why the cruise? Curiosity perhaps. And, she conceded, she was very curious. And very horny. Oh, the hell with it.

  He glided his hands over her behind again, savoring the weight of it. Damn. He'd never realized how overrated small butts were. "Why fight it? You want a man and I want you,” he said hoarsely. “Just close your eyes and let it happen."

  To his surprise, the tension left her body and she relaxed, moving her rump against his groin. He began to kiss her neck and lightly caress her body. He slipped a hand around her waist to brush her hand away from her mound. He moved his other hand up her stomach to her breasts.

  With his lips buried against her neck, he dipped his hand into the bodice of her dress and gave a slight tug. Her large breasts tumbled out into his eager hand. She moaned as he fingered first one wide nipple and then the other.

  She turned her head and he pressed his mouth against her lips. They were soft and sweet, free of lipstick. Grinding her butt against his thighs, she parted her lips and offered him access to her tongue.

  Accepting the invitation, he slipped his tongue in her mouth, in search of hers. The tips of their tongues touched and Troy was stunned by the shock of pure pleasure he felt. God, he had to have her.

  Using his legs to push hers further apart, he grasped his cock, leaned against her back and began searching for her opening. She reached back, took his aching length in her warm hand and placed it at the entrance of her cunt.

  He pushed against her and they both gasped as the head of his dick slowly slid into her pussy. He paused. Damn. She felt so good: tight, wet, and hot. Pushing her long, dark hair aside, he kissed the side of her lovely neck. Breathing deeply, she reached back to cup her hands over his buns. She moaned softly; squeezing her pussy around his cock and pushing her heavy thighs back against him.

  He took the hint. Nipping lightly at the back of her neck, he shot his hips forward. Balls deep in her tight, heated passage, he groaned. God, her pussy felt so good surrounding his dick. Grasping her wide hips in his hands, he began moving inside her, slowly at first with long measured strokes designed to insure that she enjoyed their fuck as much as he already did. Then, feeling his desire careening out of control, he picked up the pace, rotating his hips and pushing into her with short, hard strokes.

  Within moments, she gasped and tossed her head back against his shoulder. "Oooh…hmm…oooh." Her pussy began contracting around his cock like a vice. She was coming. Damn. He was close to coming himself. He sucked at her neck and held her big breasts in his palms, rolling the nipples between his fingers. About to explode, he pumped his cock deep within her spasming cunt with hard, desperate thrusts until he shuddered and surrendered to the thundering bliss of his release.

  His climax overwhelmed him. He felt a height of pleasure he'd never experienced; a sense of wonder and delight. A need to hold and cherish this lovely woman who'd just pleasured him as no other woman ever had. His heart thumped and his legs buckled. Holding her around the waist, he weakly sank onto the deck, still buried inside her. She lay beneath him, her body racked by mini after-shocks of pleasure. He ran his hands down the sides of her thighs, lazily moving his cock inside her.

  He'd never been with a full-figured woman before. When he'd followed her from the ballroom, he hadn't been sure what to expect. He certainly hadn't been prepared for one of the hottest, most fulfilling quickies he'd had in ages. Although he had no interest in pursing a relationship with this woman, he sure as hell wanted to spend the night with her.

  "Wow. That's was good," he whispered, nuzzling her neck.

  Her only response was a low, indistinct murmur.

  "Really good, but I need more. Come to my cabin with me."

  Chapter Two

  Her hunger for cock finally satisfied, sanity quickly returned to Angie. With it came a wave of embarrassment. There she was lying on the deck like a beached whale with a stranger's cock still buried to the hilt in her very satisfied twat. How trashy could she get? True she'd signed up for the cruise with Corrie with the express purpose of getting laid. But she hadn't expected it to happen where anyone could see them or with a man who hadn't even bothered to introduce himself before he dived into her cunt and pounded her into a blistering orgasm in a matter of minutes.

  Now he wanted her to go to his cabin with him so he could do God only knew what to her. To her shame, the idea of having this strange man with the pleasing cock do things to her in his cabin appealed to her. A lot. "Yes," she whispered.

  He kissed her neck and slowly, almost reluctantly, began to withdraw his cock. She resisted the urge to tighten her pussy around it in an attempt to keep it deep in her. When it cleared her body, she sighed with regret, rolled onto her back and lay with her thighs parted.

  She heard him suck in a quick breath as he gazed down at her exposed cunt. The knowledge that he wanted more turned her on.

  He rose, extending both hands. She took them and he drew her to feet. Only then did she realize she'd hit the proverbial jackpot. He was well over six feet tall with an athletic build. He had dark hair and eyes. She blinked, unable to believe her luck. This handsome hunk had chos
en her out of all the women on the boat to lay? And now he wanted more? She knew she was being shallow, but her body gushed at the thought of being filled with this handsome man's cock again.

  He smiled suddenly. "If we're going to spend the night together, I suppose we should at least introduce ourselves." He gave her right hand, which he still held, a gentle squeeze. "I'm Troy."

  "Angie,” she murmured.

  "Hello, Angie."

  She licked her lips. "Hi Troy. You must think I'm shame—"

  He shook his head and gave her hands a reassuring squeeze. "I don't think anything except that you're here because, like me, you need to unwind a little."

  Oh, she'd unwound all right. First she fingered herself in public, then she let a complete stranger walk up behind her and screw her senseless. What must he think of her? "I…I've never done anything even remotely like that. I don't usually go around letting strange men boink me."

  "Boink you? Well, believe it or not, I don't usually go around boinking strange women." He grinned. "But then that's probably what made it all the sweeter, don't you think?"

  Oh, it had been sweet all right. But he was correct. There was an undeniable thrill attached to being drilled from the back by a stranger whose face she hadn't even seen. She nodded. "Yes."

  "Good. We don't need to analyze what just happened between us. It was great and I want it to happen again—for the rest of the night." He released her hands and put an arm around her shoulders, making her catch her breath. "I know you'll be moving on in the morning, but tonight…tonight you belong to me."

  "Yes," she breathed, staring up at him. "Oh, yes."

  He bent his head and kissed her. "Have you had dinner yet, Angie?"

  "No."

  "Neither have I. And I'm hungry. For food and for other things."

  She was hungry for other things too. Man, but she was going to have a ball with this man. Her cheeks burned at her thoughts and she averted her gaze.