Chapter 2
The beginning of the voyage was very exciting. Tammy and her older sister, Shirley, walked everywhere, searching out all the little crannies and fun places on the huge liner. There were shops and bars and even a disco with a live band. Tammy couldn't decide whether to go see a movie the first night or accompany Shirley to the cosy bar that overlooked the stern of the ship. Shirley was twenty-one and proud of it.
"I guess you could have a coke, while I have a Manhattan."
"What's a Manhattan?" Tammy wanted to know.
"I'm not sure. But it's supposed to be good. And just the thing to have in the evening while the ship plows through the Atlantic." Shirley was taller than Tammy and sported more curves. She loved to hang around swimming pools in her bikini. Tammy had to admit that her sis could make the best of one of those skimpy little things. And Tammy longed to be beautiful and sophisticated like she thought her sister was. She even considered dyeing her hair. Shirley advised her against it.
"Men love hair like yours. You don't have to be a blond to have fun."
"But it's so dark," Tammy whined, petting her mane of dark brown locks.
"What you should do is paint your nails crimson and put on a little lipstick. You'll really look like a femme fatale that way."
Tammy didn't know what a femme fatale was, but she was willing to give it a try. "You going dancing tonight?"
"I may let some lucky man slip his arm around me on the dance floor. If they play a slow number, that is."
"Is it possible for a girl to have a climax while she's dancing?" Tammy asked, knowing by Shirley's quick look that she'd committed another faux pas.
"Well, I never have, but I suppose it's possible. What on earth made you wonder that?"
"Have you ever had a climax? I mean anywhere?"
Shirley looked down her nose at Tammy. "I don't have my climaxes just anywhere, dear sister. What's all this stuff about climaxes? Did Eddie put his fingers in your panties while you two were hiding in the room?"
"You know?"
"I had a guess about it." Shirley giggled. "So he did . . . "
"He didn't really do anything. But I ... I mean, he ... " Tammy bit her lip. "Ohh, I don't feel like talking about it."
Shirley came over and took something from her purse. She handed it to Tammy and stepped back. Tammy unfolded the tissue paper and saw the wadded damp hanky, the black one she'd used to sop up Eddie's hot cum as it had spurted from his prick. She was too embarrassed to meet her sister's eyes.
"I found that on the floor when Mom and I came in. Lucky for you I grabbed it up. You've got to be a little more careful if you're going to start fucking around."
"Shirley, I did not do anything with Eddie. He made me use my hand ..."
"I don't care what you do in your private life. Just don't get caught."
For awhile both of them were silent. Tammy could smell the strange aroma of Eddie's cum and it made her tingle. She went to the small bathroom to wash it out. When she came back, Shirley was gone.
Oh yeah, she said she wanted to buy something at that little shop on B deck, Tammy thought. Maybe I'll run down there too.
Tammy had just locked the cabin behind her when the hand went over her mouth. She hadn't heard footsteps, hadn't heard anything at all.
"Mmmmmuuhhhh," she moaned, fighting furiously to free herself. But the arms that held her were strong. She was pressed up against the wall of the narrow corridor. It was darker where the man pulled her. She could smell cologne on his fingers. His other hand . . . !
"Ohhhmmmmmmm," she cried, trying to bite him. His other hand was under her skirt! He was stroking her firm, warm ass. His fingers skinned her bikini panties down and then his fingers were wet with her juices. Tammy panted hard, sagging back against he man's chest. She got the vague aroma of leather.
"You beautiful little animal," a husky voice said in her ear. Then he was licking her earlobe, his hand sliding around her waist to pet her flat, quivering tummy.
"Nhhhooommmm," she whimpered, writhing furiously again. The man held her easily. His hot palm slipped up under her bra, pushing it away from the soft, delicate swells underneath. Her nipple rose as he caressed her there. And all the while his mouth was hot against the side of her neck. Shivers of pleasure weakened her more. Tammy couldn't think what to do.
"You smell like a naughty angel," the man breathed. His hand slid back down her body, fingers curling under her sparsely furred mound as Tammy bucked and struggled. Then a finger was pressing upward, forcing her lips apart. A flood of wetness seeped down as he began to stroke her rhythmically. Tammy's eyes were wide and frightened. And a strange new pleasure was throbbing through her like an ocean. Eddie's awkward fumbling hadn't been anything compared with the way she was being touched now!
"Ohhhhh," she gasped as the man let his hand slide away from her mouth a little.
"Be good now," he warned. "Don't scream."
"Ohhhhhhh god, who are you? What are you doing to me? Please let me go!"
Tammy tried to turn but the man grabbed her mouth again, keeping her from seeing him. His other hand was sliding against her mound, his middle finger stroking the inflamed, juicy flesh as she wriggled there against his embrace. Again she felt his mouth on her neck. Hot and wet. Sucking on her.
"You're a work of art between your thighs," the husky voice breathed. "Like everywhere else."
"Hhuuhhhh," Tammy panted, frightened past all reason, but squirming with excitement too. She could feel that finger searching out her dainty folds, exploring all the little crevices and bumps. Then he found the place where she'd fallen when just a child. She'd been riding a boy's bicycle and slipped from the seat. The bar was what had done it. She'd straddled the bar and had gone home crying and the doctor had been called. It wasn't serious, or she'd heard. A little bleeding, a week or two of soreness. But something else had been whispered too. A partly torn cherry. Whatever that was. Later she'd learned what that was. But not until this moment had she worried about it.
"Ohhhhh don't ..."
"If you've let that boyfriend of yours do anything, he wasn't very big."
"God! Ohhh why is this happening to me?" But another wave of pleasure swamped her senses and Tammy stopped trying to scratch the man's wrist. She just dug her long nails into his skin as he pushed his finger into the muscled opening of her body. She felt a little sting. The man grunted deep in his throat. His finger moved again and the wet sound of suction made her shiver all over. She closed her thighs but the probing continued.
"Nhhhhiiihhh," she babbled, rocking her ass uncontrollably. He was actually forcing his finger up inside her! She panted hard, eyes rolling. She could feel her muscles clasping around the man's finger as he pushed another inch into her body.
Very slowly, he pulled it out again. Without meaning to, Tammy pushed her hips forward and back. The man laughed and kissed her neck again. Then that finger penetrated her once more, her muscles stripping their soft surfaces along his knuckles. A wave of pleasure went through Tammy. It was so intense that she could not breathe nor think nor fight him. In and out, in and out. He was fucking her with his finger. Finger-fucking. Yes, she knew the word. Girls at school giggled about it. Boys whispered and bragged about it. In and out, in and out. The friction was different than any other kind of rubbing. It made her itch down there. It made her skin tickle. It made her nipples swell and press against her sweater. It felt odd having her tits bare like that. Her bra was shoved uselessly away from them and the man's elbow pressed one as he continued to hold his hand across her mouth.
"You're lovely," he growled, giving a thrust with his own hips. Against the naked cheeks of her ass, Tammy felt the hardness. It was still in his pants, thank god. But she felt it. It felt huge!
"Come on, admit it. You like this!"
Tammy shook her head hard. She didn't know how she felt. She certainly didn't like being grabbed by some total stranger. And she was scared. But the way his finger was going in and out of her poor little cunt was about to drive her crazy.
"Ghhhaaaaah," she babbled, too weak to struggle any longer. The man loosened his embrace just enough to give her breathing room but no more. One of her sandals had slipped off and been kicked to the side. Her toes were spread against the carpeted hallway, her heel resting on the toe of the man's boot. His slacks were rough, like wool. They rubbed her bare ass. She could smell herself strongly now. And the juicy sound of her cunt being penetrated deeply by the man's finger grew louder.
"Ohhhh, let me go now. Please let me go. You've done enough ..."
"No, not nearly enough." His mouth seemed so hot! He worked his finger deeper into her body. The shock of being penetrated was making Tammy weak. The itchy pleasure around her torn hole was pounding up through her body and down through her legs. Even the soles of her feet tingled with the thrills. And she was panting hard, not quite able to catch her breath. It reminded her of the time Eddie had squirmed around on top of her on her mother's sofa.
"Uhhh, Uhhhhhhh god," she panted, too weak to scream though the man had not tried to smother her words with his fingers any longer. She couldn't stop moving her hips either. She was plunging them frantically as the tickle grew more intense. But the harder she tried to scratch it, the more acute it became.
"That's a girl, just give yourself up to it."
"Ahhh, ahhhhh!"
In and out, in and out! Her virgin hole squeezed down rhythmically around the man's slippery knuckles. He was going so deep now. She could feel his fingertip touching the soft secret places way up inside her. Way up there where it must be so hot and juicy. She rocked her hips faster, feeling the tickle build into a raging storm.
Tammy was scared. How much more of this could she take? Her heart seemed to flutter rather than beat. And her blood pounded in her temples. She was going to faint. She was going to have a fit or something.
"... so tight, so sweet and tight," the man murmured against her ear. He was fucking her with his finger while his other hand had slipped away from Tammy's mouth and covered one naked titty. He pinched the nipple gingerly as he sucked her ear and finger-fucked her rapidly.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh I'm gonna!" Tammy knew what she was gonna do. The throbbing suddenly exploded in the depths of her cunt. Her clit was on fire. Her nipples became flames. She bucked and writhed in the strong man's embrace, not to get away, but in the throes of a devastating pleasure. Sparkling waves of ecstasy washed over her like an ocean. She shivered with the goodness of it. She cried out, small, choked gasps of happiness as that finger continued to spear her. She felt so juicy, so very, very hot! She tingled intensely. Every nerve seemed alive with the ravishing joy. How much could she take? How long could she stay conscious with that exquisite exhiliration taking her up, up, up?
"Yuuuhhhhhh," she panted, too weak to hold up her own weight. The finger slipped out of her cunt. She was being gently lowered to the floor. She was on her hands and knees, panting like a dog. She was too weak even to look around as she heard the man running down the narrow corridor. And then she was alone.
Somehow, Tammy got to her feet and put the key in the door again. She staggered inside and slumped on the bed. She hadn't even bothered to pull up her panties. They were tangled around her knees.
"Oh my god, what did he do to me? I've never felt like that," she whispered. Catching her breath a little, Tammy bent one knee up and peered down at her poor little pussy, trembling fingers holding the outer lips open. She saw a small patch of blood, most of it already clotted. She saw the opening that was now her cunthole. Another shiver went through her shoulders.
"He grabbed me from behind and finger-fucked me right out there in the hall corridor! How can anything like that happen?" But it had happened. And Tammy had still not recovered from the experience. "I came. He made me have a climax."
Tammy staggered to the bathroom and pressed a cold, wet rag up against her cunt. The throbbing began to subside. She had to strip her sweater and put her bra on right again. But as she straightened it, she remembered how the man's palm had felt rubbing her there.
"He was awful! He was some kind of animal."
Then she remembered his hot mouth on her neck. The roughness of his slacks against her bare bottom. Another unexpected thrill coursed through Tammy's willowy body. She had never experienced real desire from a male before. Oh, Eddie had always talked about how badly he wanted her and how much he loved her and all that. But this time somebody had actually done something about it. She had mixed emotions over the short, intense happening. Part of her hated the man in the corridor. Another part of her felt weak and giddy and sexy about what he'd forced her to submit to.
"I should go to the captain and turn him in. But I'm not even sure who it was." Tammy remembered the man she'd seen on deck. He'd looked at her in an odd way. The man in the leather jacket and the turtleneck. Could it have been that one? She just wasn't sure.