"Can I fix that?" he asked. "Web search" is what I answered.I peeked into his coffee cup and praised him."Okay, time for a lab sample." I announced as...I knelt at his feet and sat back on my ankles. I removed my blouse and bra. (Men are so visual.) I looked up at him and he hadn't moved. I opened my mouth wide and waited. After a moment, I closed my mouth and tilted my head to the side like a puppy. "Well, you gotta help. You don't expect me to touch that thing without rubber gloves, do you?" I. As a small moan snuck out from between my lips I thought, Oh Gods! I cant wait till she gets here! Then my paws betrayed me further as my middle finger slid in and out of my tight, wet little pussy. Then my finger slowly glided in and out, gradually increasing in intensity, as my other paw grew rougher with my breast and I dug my claws in some. Now my body was starting to tingle and tense with pure pleasure and anticipation for what could only mean one thing… NO!!! I blurted aloud,. I just sat at the last benches and all alone.But after few days boys become more comfortable with me. First they wanted to sit with me. Then usually in breaks and lunch time I used to go with girls. But now always boys used to accompany me. They become more close to me now but never crossed the limit as I can clearly say that they hesitate to make a move. I too waited for them to ac first as I know I am surely gonna be screwed by them all but all it matters is time.One day I came to college. Tentacles slowly wrapped around her thighs applying pressure and spreading her strong runners legs. Other tentacles snuck under her white little string panties and spit precum on and around her pussy. She could feel the warmth if the slimy pre cum. It was as warm as bath water. Her dress and panties were getting soaked from 100 interested aroused tentacles. At least ten tentacles flicked and rubbed her pussy and probed her clit. The tentacles were swollen. They needed to cum. They had.