I wasn’t waiting anymore for any sign from him: as soon as I got on the boat, I went at once down in the cabin while he was sailing out of the port,...and at once stockings on, cigarette lying down smoking and waiting for him. I still didn’t know, but I was becaming his slut.That “second time” (I mean after having cum in my mouth the previous day) he came down and said "sit down on the bed" (actually a boat couch); he took off his pants, climbed on the bed with his feet, took my head in his hands. I felt..yukkk.. Then that person held my hand and placed it on private parts and started rubbing. I realized that there was no penis and gave a sigh of relief that it’s a girl. Then she pressed her boobs on the back of my head.At that moment Sanika came into the room from outside and said, “Richa, thoda sabar karo, itni bhi kya jaldi hai. Vo kahi nahi jar aha.” She released her grip and I quickly turned around. It was a huge girl. She must’ve been around 6ft 5 inches or even more. She wasn’t. Then, she took his hands and pinned them down. He put up a token struggle, but otherwise willingly met his fate.They continued to kiss. Marissa pressed her body against his. Alan's cock was hard, brought to attention by his lover's eagerness.Marissa started to grind her pussy against him and soon felt the head of his cock against the entrance to her sex.She let out a long sigh as Alan entered her. She threw her head back as his length penetrated her.They both gasped when he hit bottom.Still. I tried to have another encounter with my new friend, hoping things would go futher but I never ran into him again.Once winter was over and spring had settled, I had that stirring in my panties yet again and longed for someone to find me and make me his. As the days warmed I found myself getting more and more daring in my quest to be made someone's woman. One day I finished my paper route early and just wandered thru town on my bike. I went over to the "bad" side of the tracks to find what I.