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  He smiles mischievously as he whispers in my ear "Well I guess that is something you shall have to find out at dinner won't you?"

  The End.

  Jithin Walks in on Us

  To say I was scared would be highly inaccurate. My heart was in my mouth and that familiar pain from a strained gulp had me rendered speechless. I sat there with my mouth half-open, just staring at him as he stood leaning against the door-frame. He showed no sign of either anger or shock. His was a look of intense interest and he seemed distant, not making eye contact but rather staring at Ravi's crotch. As I slowly started to come to my senses, I realized that I still had my hand on Ravi's dick, pinching the head and I was still too shocked to let go of it.

  Ravi, lying down and staring at the ceiling and still coming to terms with his good luck, was oblivious to Jithin's presence in the room. As I'd stopped, he heaved his groin up to get my hand back to work again. Jithin slowly approached the bed at stopped at the edge, next to my chair. Without a word, he reached for Ravi's balls and squeezed them. 'Fuck!!' Ravi screamed, sitting up. The moment he saw Jithin, his eyes went blank and stared into what he might have thought was a certain death. For a moment, he forgot the intense pain in his groin as Jithin held a semi-firm grip on his nuts.

  Letting go, Jithin caught him by the neck and held him there. He turned to look at me and just stared right into my eyes, gauging the fear. 'Strip and get on your back!' he said, not raising his voice but stern enough to make me obey without a thought. I stood up and pulled my top off, followed by my jeans and underwear. I don't usually wear a bra as I love the looks I get from men when I walk or bend over to get something. I stood there, completely naked as Jithin looked me up and down. His eyes stopped at my shaven crotch. Just then I looked at Ravi, who's throat was still firmly within Jithin's grip. He too was surveying my body and I noticed that his little pecker was hard again.

  I got onto the bed next to Ravi and lay down on my back, my legs slightly spread. 'Stay where you are!' he snapped at me as he pulled Ravi up by the neck, prompting him to get off the bed and on his feet. He looked down and noticed Ravi's hard-on and pushed him into the chair. He then swiveled the chair to face me and said 'you take your eyes off her and I'll cut your balls off!' I was starting to get wet again, knowing that I was naked in front of two guys and spread my legs further when Jithin ordered me to. There I was, lying completely exposed to them.

  Jithin undid his zipper and belt buckle and pulled his fat cock out as he walked towards the bed. Evidently, this had turned him on as well as his cock was the hardest I'd seen it in a long time. The head covered more than half the palm of my hand as I reached out to it, wanting to suck on it. Slapping my hand away, he got between my legs and rubbed the head along my crack, wetting it in my juices. My hips buckled gyrated in anticipation, wanting him to put it in me already. His own urges were too strong to control and he placed the head at the opening, pushing it in just a little more than an inch.

  'Well that's how much you'd get if you fucked this prick!' he stated, turning round to check if Ravi was still following his orders. Ravi's eyes were glued to Jithin's thick pole dangling between his legs. But as intimidated as he might have been, his little cock was erect as ever. Unable to bear the teasing, I raised my hips, trying to get in as much of Jithin's cock as I could. That want to be filled was over powering me and I reached for his hips, pulling him all the way into me. I could feel his cock hitting my cervix, stretching me to my most pleasurable maximums. The ridge of the head scraping against my inner walls, and the tickle of his balls as they slapped against my ass and touched my asshole was all too much to handle. I could feel my orgasm building rapidly and before long wave after wave of pleasure enveloped me, making my toes curl and my head to shoot back. My pussy milked his cock as it continued to plow into me.

  Jithin pulled out of me and got up, walking out of the room. He returned minutes later with a bottle of cold water. His huge cock bounced with each step he took towards the bed. Handing it over to me he went up to Ravi who sat still, staring at my breasts. 'I've got some work for you', Jithin said to him, smiling. As I was drinking, he snatched the bottle away from me and got onto the bed, lying down next to me, his cock lying flat on his belly. Without a word, I got up and sat on his crotch, placing the head of his cock at the opening before settling down. I leaned forward and started to rock my hips, grinding them into his crotch. He held my ass cheeks in both and spread them, making sure Ravi got a good view.

  'Come over here and lick her here! Jithin said as I heard Ravi shifting in his chair to get up. A few seconds later, I could feel a wet tongue trace the line of my ass crack. Although he spent a lot of time licking that area, he hesitated to let his tongue touch my asshole. I could feel another orgasm building up and started to pump harder on Jithin's cock as he lay there, his hands still spreading and kneading my ass cheeks. Jus before it hit, I raised my ass slightly, enough for my puckered asshole to make contact with Ravi's warm and wet tongue and moments later I was seeing stars. As my orgasm gripped me, I fell onto Jithin's chest, my ass now even higher, grinding against Ravi's tongue. I continued lying there long after it had subsided.

  Ravi was still kneeling behind my ass, probably still staring at my twitching asshole. Jithin's hard cock was still in me when he looked at Ravi and ordered him to go get some lube. I wasn't sure what Jithin had in mind but it sure was getting me into the mood all over again. 'Vaseline is all I have', Ravi said as he came back into the room. 'Take a large scoop and spread it on her asshole', he said and I squirmed in both anticipation and fear as I knew what was coming next. Jithin and I had never successfully had anal sex all thanks to the size of his engorged member. Not that I'm complaining but since Jithin had been my first and last, I was still technically an anal virgin.

  The feeling of warm Vaseline being spread liberally all over my ass crack was quite pleasing. Jithin turned my head and kissed me as Ravi continued to lube my ass, taking the opportunity to snake a finger into my ass. It felt great! We continued to kiss as I felt the small hard tip of Ravi's cock poke into my puckered asshole. Relaxing it, I could feel it slowly making its way into me until I could feel the weight of his body on my back. I've never felt this filled up before but the feeling was exquisite. As Ravi started to pump into me, I ground my groin onto Jithin's cock, syncing both the penetrations perfectly. Within seconds, I could feel Ravi tense up and soon after, his cock twitched in me. He pulled out and rolled over and I could feel a small amount of semen trickle out of my asshole.

  Jithin pulled my up towards him and flipped me over. Getting between my legs, he drove into me violently, pushing me up towards the head board with each thrust. He dug his head into the side of my neck and grunted, before pumping warm loads of cum deep into me. The moment he was done, he got up and off the bed and stared at my bald pussy as I lay there spent with my legs spread wide. Thick loads on his cum oozed out of my pussy, mingling with Ravi's. I felt cheap and used and I really liked it. He then looked at Ravi, still lying on his back and recovering. He walked over to the other side of the bed and gripping him by the back of his neck, pushed him towards me and between my legs. Pushing my knees further apart, he shoved his head into my messy crotch. 'Lick her clean and don't miss a drop!' he snapped, shoving Ravi's head into me even though he tried desperately to pull back, obviously repulsed at having to lick someone else's semen.

  Soon I could feel a compliant tongue lap at my folds, into my pussy and around my asshole. The sloppiness of his tongue got me fired up again and I reached for his head, pulling it into me as I ground my crotch up and down his face. I closed my eyes and continued until the final orgasm hit me, and breaking my silence, I screamed as I was overpowered by the intense waves of heat that flowed through me. Opening my eyes to look at Jithin, I noticed he was gone.

  The End.

  An Interview with Despina Jones

  Despina, thank you for talking with me!

  "Wow, you're welcome but really thank you! You k
now, I hardly ever get to talk to so many people at one time."

  I guess the first thing is to explain to people what you are-- who you are.

  "Okay, I'm a symbiote, I'm two critters rolled into one-- a human being, and a cephaloid. it's not an octopus or a squid even though some people call us that. It's actually more like... well, what I've been told is that it is a bunch of critters itself, that all symbioted together? So that made it easy for them to join with humans. Some humans. Doesn't always work."

  Symbiosis means that both organisms benefit from their shared living. How do you benefit, and how does your cephaloid?

  " I benefit... Well, I get to use all of these limbs. I have five what I call heavy arms, that are real strong-- I can lift things, pull myself right up off the ground, pick up my girlfriend. (laughs) I can walk on them, too, faster than with my human legs. And then the agile arms-- I got three that eat, three that feed, seven that can manipulate stuff... like fingers, only two feet long! All of my arms can scent-- what I call scent, they sort of see smells, and the electric currents on people's skin."

  "You can tap into your symbiont's experiences?

  "I sense it. We are all one critter now. There is no difference between us. So other benefits are that I stay real healthy. I don't age very much. I dispose of dying cells in my body and regrow the healthy ones."

  Which is rather how your surgery services work, is that correct?

  "Yeah. I hope that the folks that hear me don't get upset by this stuff, but I kinda want people to know how it works."

  We should preface this by pointing out that Healer Despina has helped hundred of people survive illnesses that would have killed them otherwise.

  "Yeah, cancers and infections, failures of organs, stuff like that. I can't cure everything, but I'm still learning stuff."

  What Despina does is enter the body of her patient.

  "I cut a tiny hole in. It's smaller than most surgeons would have to cut. I can slide one or two of my eatpalps-- my eating tentacles-- in, and I look for the disease and I dissolve those cells with enzymes and suck them out. Then I make a chemical that encourages the healthy cells to grow a little faster. It's kinda slow, like it can take a day sometimes, but it's very thorough..."

  You suck out the dissolved cells?

  "Yeah, through my eatpalps. I eat the bad cells. That's the food my symbiont eats."

  Uh...

  "Oh yeah, a lot of people look like that when they hear that part. But you know you asked what the benefit to my symbiont is, and that's what it is. These things were predators, and they had to subdue their prey and then wait for the bug or little animal or whatever-- to liquify, and who knows how long that might take? And they might get chased away or something, you know, out in the wild. So the benefit for her--"

  Her?

  "Well, yeah. Anyways, the benefit is that she doesn't have to hunt, her prey comes to her. I have a steady stream of people who come to me to be cured of things and each one of them is food for us. For me."

  You know, there used to be people called "misery eaters..."

  "Oh, wow. Wow, that's ... yeah, I like that..."

  Can I describe you to our audience?

  "Sure..."

  I am looking at a nude woman. She is very dark-skinned, and carries a magnificent head of dreadlocks. She is a bit-- if you don't mind, Despina-- a little bit thick in the waist, where her symbiont, as I understand it, is carried. She is sitting with her legs spread wide apart, because all of her tentacles emerge from between her legs. It is a strange sight, to be frank.

  "The symbiont is rooted in my pussy, yeah. Not many men host these things! We humans don't have any other orifice that isn't absolutely crucial to living, like if you got your nose or mouth or butthole plugged by a little squid you would die."

  I keep trying to make sense of it. The tentacles are covered with a smooth skin, I think, that's a bit iridescent-- brownish, bronzey. They are nearly as dark in color as her skin.

  On a white girl they would be more greenish, and paler. I think they pick up the melanin from the human host. And they tan when I do. I'm out in the sun a lot. The skin on them isn't constructed the same as on my human body, though.

  Her heavy arms are heavy looking, as thick as her human legs. Right now they are coiled around her human legs, which seems to be how they prefer to rest. The agile arms have several different looks. They are much more slender, some of them about as thick as one of my fingers. They are... more active, in fact, I don't think they ever stop moving.

  The heavy arms are my mobility, the agiles are my senses and manipulators and stuff. The ones you see moving are keeping their sensory organs stimulated so that I know what's happening around me.

  Now, how did you... um... end up like this?

  "Some men did it for sex, what else? I was down on my luck, and working on Dime street, and one of the houses was looking for a girl to be an exotic, and I was desperate enough to say yes. So they implanted a tadpole-looking thing in my pussy. Then I was a maid while it hatched, and grew large enough to play with other people's cunts and dicks. I did that for about eight years, was the tentacle girl. So, that was about as long as any girl had lived, the symbiote starts to die and she dies too-- I didn't know that when I got it, but I might not have cared, actually.

  this was forced on you?

  No, it wasn't. Look-- you gotta make the very clear, I was never ever forced to take on the symbiosis. I could have worked okay without it.

  I understand.

  I had found my brother-- Berend, you met him-- and I was sending him my money, and about eight years I was just feeling... better and better. And my symbiont was still growing. They were almost as long as my legs. And I just had this idea that I better get out before the Hall Of Science got interested... So I acted like I was failing, and asked them if I could go and live with my brother while I died. And that's what I've been doing since-- living with my brother -- but not so much dying."

  The symbiont is in, as you say, your pussy. Isn't that a small space? I would think that the wieght of your large arms--

  "Heavy arms."

  Heavy arms, yes-- alone would create quite a strain!

  "It started in my pussy, yeah. But it-- okay, you're going to give me that look again-- it ate away my uterus and stuff, and filled all of that space. It's all wound through my whole torso, taken over some of my intestine, and is all linked into my nervous system. I'm sorry, I know how it sounds. It feeds nutrients into my intestines and it takes nutrients too. I eat people food and I.. um... squid eat."

  Do you have to eat diseased flesh?

  "No, I can feed off of other things, but I have to liquefy them-- we call it 'chow...'"

  And you developed this healing role, correct? How did that happen?

  "Well, it started with things like lesions... on the skin, you know. And a boy who had gangrene. I gave him soper from my feedpalps, to ease the pain, and then I thought about it and my eatpalps thought the gangrene scented okay-- I'm sorry, I know-- and I just tried it. We saved most of his leg-- more than the surgeon would have. So I started healing skin diseases, helping wounds.

  "Then Berend's wife got sick, pancreatic cancer. And we talked about it for a long time, but the treatments the doctors had weren't doing any good, so... That was the first time I went inside anyone."

  You mention a chemical that you produce, that helps regenerate cells? is that a natural function too?

  "It's the growth serum that the eggs are filled with. We worked it out. My feedpalps learned to secrete it at will instead of only when I make tadpoles. It encourages T cell growth."

  You make tadpoles?

  "Eggs, one or two once in a while."

  And do you-- have you ever implanted one?

  "In a woman's pussy? Oh, yeah. A handful of times now. Okay, I bet I already know what you're going to ask-- first yes, I do worry that they will die. But I always make sure the woman knows what might happen before I let her go ahead. And I pick real car
eful. They have to taste right for it. have the genetics or the chemical balance or whatever it is that can accept the symbiote. My first didn't make it, but I have one daughter that is nine years now and going strong. And yes, they work their first years for me, here-- they do sex. It's good training for a baby symbiont as it turns out. The arms are too short to do much else yet, and the symbiont learns about human bodies... And the woman does too, come to that."

  So, she would stay with you?

  "Yeah, she would have to. She needs training, she would owe me, you know? And I would want to keep an eye on her."

  I... Well, I can think of a hundred more questions to ask you, but we've run out of time.

  "Thank you for the chance to tell this stuff."

  ***

  The interviewer put down her stylus and flexed her hand, grimacing. "I wonder what the audience will think about that," she said. "I kind of worry that you will get the flaming torches and the pitchforks."

  "Really?" The tentacle monster looked surprised. "Yeah. Um-- I don't want no trouble, really. i got too many people here, family. If me talking makes things unsafe, I'd rather--"

  "With all due respect, you talk real unsafe."

  "Now, that's not fair! You asked me those things!"

  "I did, but you didn't have to answer," the interviewer said smugly. "Listen, I can do you a favor right now, or not."

  "Depending on?"

  "I want to be implanted--" her words ended in a shriek. Despina's tentacles had whipped around her and pulled her close to the black body so quickly she was breathless.

  Something tickled the corner of the interviewer's mouth, and a fine tendril insinuated itself between her lips. "Open," Despina said. "I need to know if you'd live through it."

  "Oh wait--" the interviewer said, in the moment before the tentacle wriggled into her throat. She gagged and coughed in a fruitless attempt to send it back out. The sensation of something so alive and inquisitive investigating her lungs made fear prickle over her body. She tried to bite, but the thing was behind her molars. It withdrew quickly, and plunged down her esophagus instead. The interviewer squeezed her eyes shut against the implacable expression in the healer's eyes, her hands grabbing fruitlessly at the multiplicity of appendages that held her. Her stomach twisted once more as the thing pulled out of her mouth, and she retched, humiliated.