Considered a delicacy and an aphrodisiac, the lust squid was worth some pretty pennies.The way they were caught was unconventional. You would take a w...man, willing or not, and tie her to a line. Give her a water breathing potion. And tied to a weight, drop her into a suspected breeding pool. The squids required a womb in which to deposit their eggs, and they liked nothing better than a human.Since she could remember this position belonged to her mother. Every year during breeding season her. I would tell you at the first opportunity- ahead of time if I could. I might wait to be face-to-face with you, like this, rather than dump it on you over the phone, but I wouldn't hide it."I paused and said, "What about you? You think about this differently. Would you sleep with a stranger?"Stacy laughed, "The odds are low, but not zero. I know they're that way for you too. If the right person, in the right setting, with the right words, and so on, came along, I'd probably fuck his brains out. Needless to say, she came to our room to stay.Shamolie and I spent quite a few wanton vacations together in the hostel. In the beginning of my final year in college, we accidentally discovered and teamed up with another lesbian threesome like us – Milisa from Yugoslavia, Rehana, and stunning Rati Saxena (She was dubbed Sexy Rati. Rati actually means copulation in Sanskrit – and she was true to her name. And I was nicknamed Nautch Girl for my penchant for erotic dancing.)Milisa used to bring. I began to moan. It seemed to respond bymassaging me inside – somewhere remarkably sensitive. Igasped and fell back as a fresh orgasm swept throughme.When my body relaxed, I lay quietly and thought. Thiswas crazy. I was supposed to be in Miss Stacey’sclassroom, and instead I was lying on the floor of mybedroom, having just been fucked by my own shrubbery…and then fucked again by this thing, whatever it was.Nobody would believe any of it, and if I showed anyone,they would think.