Alien Lesbian Tentacle Surprise 02

My excitement mounted as she moaned into my cunny. She squirmed and spasmed on me, grinding her pussy against my mouth. Her flood slowed and then she kept licking me, eager to give me such pleasure.

"Cum for me, Henrietta," she panted between feverish licks. "You gave me such an orgasm. Let me return the favor. Squirt your juices into my mouth. I love them."

Her tentacles stroked my back faster and faster. I loved the feel of them. I groaned, my toes curling as her tongue whipped my cunny to a froth. My orgasm built in my depths, a wonderful release to cure my hysterics.

"Oh, Lord, this is amazing," I panted. "Oh, yes. I...I..."

"Cum," she moaned and flicked her tongue over and over against my clitoris.

My body spasmed. My pussy clenched. Pleasure burst in the depth so of my cunny. I moaned into her sweet sex as the paroxysms filled my body. I came so hard. I bucked and shuddered, the pleasure crashing into my mind and...

...carried me off into wonderful darkness.

~ ~ ~

Merita smiled as the world she constructed in Henrietta's mind to ease her into their new situation faded. She turned around, her dream-body buzzing with the pleasure of her orgasm. Henrietta floated naked, her body pale and lovely, blonde pigtails hovering in the weightless void.

"You are such a beautiful girl," Merita said, stroking her lover with hands and tentacles. "I love your breasts. So small and cute." She couldn't resist leaning down and sucking on a nipple.

Henrietta mewled, floating on the bliss of her orgasms. Merita smiled and kissed her lover on the lips. Then she sighed and waited for Henrietta to wake-up. Merita's thoughts turned to her problems. She was stuck in Henrietta's body until the girl healed. And her spaceship was broken. And an important piece had fallen off.

If a human found the core first...

Merita shuddered to think what would happen.

The world grew fainter and fainter as Henrietta came nearer and nearer to consciousness. Merita hugged Henrietta's dream body and smiled as the universe faded. Merita merged into Henrietta's mind, occupying a small corner as the girl's eyes fluttered open.

That's it, whispered Merita to her lover and host. Open your eyes. It's okay. Don't be afraid. I'm in you.

~ ~ ~

I opened my eyes, obeying Merita's voice whispering in me.

I gasped, my heart racing. I was back in the egg--no, her spaceship--and everything beeped. Lights blinked. What did they all mean?

They're just alarms. My ship is broken and the computer is trying to let me know.

"Okay," I said. "You can read my thoughts?"

Of course. I'm in your mind. Merita laughed. I'm with you. Don't worry. The ship isn't in danger. But it is missing a piece. We'll need to find that.

"What?" I swallowed. "Find what?"

The core. It's full of nanomachines.

"Those things keeping me alive?"

Yes. They can...change things. Mold things. If a human is exposed to them without a computer to guide them... Merita shuddered in my mind. Well, it would be bad. Do you see the panel to your right near the seat? It has three green lights and a flashing ruby one.

I scanned across all the various panels and lights, searching for the one she said. I bit my lip and then noticed the flashing red. Yes, I see it, Merita.

Images flashed through my mind of Merita pressing the green buttons in a certain sequence. Just do that. Okay. It'll pull out the scanner. And then we'll go find it.

What, tonight? I asked as I punched in the buttons. It's dark out. I can't do that. I have to get back to the school. I'll be in enough trouble as it is for being out so late.

Trouble? School?

Yes! My heart fluttered. How do I get out of here?

But the core.

I'll find time to help you search, okay? But not tonight. I'll get in trouble. Please, I don't want to get a spanking. Especially not after hearing some of the teachers would take advantage after a spanking, touching their students inappropriately, curing their hysterics.

Doing what Merita and I had done in the dream.

Being discipline doesn't sound that bad, purred Merita.

I blushed. She could read all my thoughts. I didn't like that one bit.

Sorry. It can't be helped.

I sighed. This was better than death. Probably. How do I get out of here?

Merita flashed instructions through my thoughts. I climbed out and the cold air shot through me. I was naked. My clothing gone, stripped off of me and stored in the ship. Merita showed me how to retrieve them, and I dressed, my teeth chattering and my feet dancing, as fast as I could. The fog was so thick. It covered everything.

The last thing I did was turn on what Merita called a "cloak." Leaning over through the hatch, I punched in the commands on the console. And then I jumped back as the hatch closed. It sealed shut and the egg rippled, wavered, and then was gone.

I squeaked in fright. I reached out and felt it. My hand slid over nothing.

Don't you need to get to the school? Merita asked, her voice testy. If you have time to stroke the outside of my ship, maybe you have time to go find the core. It can't be too far away. I hope.

"No, no," I gasped out loud. I put the scanner into a pocket in my skirt than hurried out of the crater. The ground crumbled beneath my feet. I held my skirt up so I didn't trip on them. Then I reached the top and ran, still holding my skirts.

I was surprised I wasn't winded when I reached the school. The lights of the oil lamps in the windows made the school glow in the fog, illuminating it. I followed the lights and reached the back door. I smoothed my skirt, only a little flushed from my exertion, and strode inside, my stomach twisting.

I hope I wasn't in tro--

"Etta!"

I yelped in shock. The excited voice of Tabitha greeted me. She jumped to her feet from her seat at one of the dining room tables and rushed across the empty room to me, her red hair bouncing about her shoulders. A relieved smile spread across her freckled cheeks. Her arms threw around me, hugging me tight.

I couldn't help but be aware of the soft feel of her small breasts pressing on mine. I blushed to my roots and squirmed in her exuberant embrace.

"I was so worried about you," she said. "Ooh, I tried to follow, but you were so quick and the fog was so thick. I had no idea where you went. Whatever was wrong?"

"I..." So much had happened, I struggled to remember why I had even run out into the night. Discovering that a lesbian alien with tentacles had crushed behind our school then possessed my body was hard enough to deal with. "I just...needed air. You know, a nice evening constitutional, as my father would put it."

"In this fog?" Tabitha shook her head. "Well, Etta, I'm just glad you're okay."

Why does she call you Eta? asked Merita.

It's a strange way to make a diminutive of Henrietta.

Diminutive?

People with longer names often get them shortened as pet names or nicknames, usually used by people close to you. Friends, family.

Oh. Interesting.

I wish she would use my name's proper diminutive, which his Hettie or Ettie. I sighed.

"Are you okay, Etta?" Tabitha cocked her head. "You look like you're concentrating on a mathematical equation. School has not started yet. No need for such fierce concentration."

"Sorry, just...thinking. Everything that's happened today is so...new. So strange. Honestly, I'm a overwhelmed."

"I understand. Let's get to bed, get settled in, and relax. That will help out."

Before I could answer, the exuberant girl seized my hand and dragged me off behind her. I yelped and hurried after her as we moved through the halls. Then we climbed the stairs to the fifth floor, top of the school. Tabitha was panting when we reached the top and gave me a curious look.

"Did you do lots of calisthenics at your last school?"

"No," I answered as she tugged me down the hall. I frowned but before I could gather my thoughts, Tabitha had thrown open the door to our room and dragged me in. She closed it behind us.

Our room was small, two beds on either side with a shared nightstand between. An oil lamp set on it, though it was unlit. The only light came from the window, dim from the fog. Tabitha struck a match and lit the lamp adjusting the wick to produce a bright flame.

Such primitive technology. What is it burning? Carbon fuel?

I ignored Merita as Tabitha began unbuttoning her blouse. I shouldn't be shocked. We were sharing a room, so undressing together was to be expected. But after indulging in lesbian passion with Merita, I was suddenly so aware of the feminine form and the delights it offered. I caught my breath as her buttons worked down, exposing her chemise beneath. She stripped out of her dress, carefully hanging it in the wardrobe on her side of the room. She peeled out of her petticoats and chemise, stripping naked before me.

She was so pale, her skin whiter than mine, with freckles dusting her shoulders and down to her small breasts. Firm and round, bigger than mine, with pink nipples hardened by the chill in the room. Her skin pebbled from the cold as my gaze slid down to the fiery thatch of hair between her thighs.

Ooh, wow, that's delicious, Merita moaned. Your yellow hair--

Blonde, I corrected.

Your blonde hair is lovely, but that red. So bright. Wow. I've never seen anything like it. Your race is so lucky to have your strange pussy hair.

Pubic hair. My blush intensified.

Pubic hair, yes.

A hot itch rippled through me. My pussy grew moist as Tabitha bent over, digging into the chest at the base of her wardrobe. I stared at her round ass, more fiery pubic hair peeking out between slender thighs. Her pussy hidden. I wanted to expose it. To push aside her curls and lick her. She shifted as she searched then yanked free her nightgown. She pulled over her head, her body shifting as she worked the linen down her body.

"There," she said. "That's better. Brr, it's a little chilly." She turned to face me and blinked. "Etta, you got to get naked. And then, I think, I need your help." She flopped onto her bed, her feet sticking out of the bottom of the long nightgown, her nipples dimpling the fabric.

"Oh, yes," I blushed, my fingers heading to the buttons of my blouse.

I worked them down, staring at her feet. Her cute as they wiggled. She ran her hands up and down her nightgown, caressing her legs through it. She squirmed, color entering her cheeks as she watched me undress.

Those green eyes were on me. They made me tingle more, hysterics building in my nethers. The tingles, the squirms, the aching need to be touched and rubbed until wonderful paroxysm burst inside me, spreading orgasmic delight.

But we weren't in my mind. Out here, it would be a true sin.

Sin? Such a primitive concept. It's just sex. Something that you shouldn't feel any shame for enjoying. Merita let out a purring laugh. I know I felt no shame when we made love. When we gamahuched each other. I like that word.

I turned away from Tabitha as I slipped my blouse off my shoulders, revealing my camisole. The skirt came off, rustling over my lacy petticoats. I bent down, unlaced my shoes and pulled them off followed by my stockings. The floor was cold on my bare toes.

"You're very pretty," Tabitha said. "You're going to be such a beautiful woman. I bet all the men want to marry you."

"You're pretty, too," I answered. Flashes of her red-furred crotch flared in my mind, obscuring my vision. Merita caused that.

My cunny itched more. I squirmed. I needed to have my hysterics cured. Maybe I could do it myself, rub my clitoris until I orgasmed. I would wait for Tabitha to fall asleep and then abuse myself in silence.

I stripped off my petticoats and camisole, then quickly fished out a nightgown before Tabitha noticed the juices glistening on my thighs, a sure sign I had hysterics in need of curing. I pulled it on over my head and dashed to my bed.

"Wait, Etta."

I turned to my new friend. She bit her lip, squirming. "I need your help."

"With...?" My question died on my lips. I remembered her intimations from earlier, the ones that sent me fleeing into the night. She wanted us to "cure" each other's hysterics. To engage in lesbian sin.

Sin, snorted Merita. Don't be dense. I can feel the desire you have for your friend. She is beautiful. Two females making love, curing hysterics, is something to be celebrated on my world. There are those of us devoted wholly to that wonder. No male has ever caressed me with his tentacles.

She said it with such pride as I stared at my friend, her fingers drawing up the hem of her nightgown, exposing more and more of her legs. "Etta, I really need your help. I'm so out of sorts. All wet and squirmy down there. Can you...finger me? I can help you out once you've cured me. But I need the paroxysms. So badly. And it's too late to rouse the nurse. I won't be able to sleep. And tomorrow is so very important."

The hem slipped higher. I stood rooted, scared and aroused, wanting to go to her and wanting to flee while my eyes couldn't look away from her ivory legs. More and more of her was revealed. And then her pubic hair... So bright against her pale skin, A beacon, drawing me to her.

"Yes," I moaned and dashed to her bed, bare fleet slapping on cold stone.

I fell onto my knees onto the hard mattress. My hands stroked her thighs, pushing them apart, revealing her fur matted with her excitement, hints of pink peeking through the rosy forest. I breathed in her tangy musk, my mouth salivating.

Yes, yes, let's enjoy her together, moaned Merita.

"Etta," gasped my friend as I buried my face hungrily into her cunny and licked.

I tongued her. I lapped at her with such ferocity. I was like a starving man finally given a feast. My hands wrapped about her as I felt her silky pubic hair tickle my nose and cheeks. They were so soft. And her cunny...

So wet. So hot. So tasty.

Her tangy juices coated my tongue. I shuddered, my pussy aching as I devoured my friend. My fingers reached down, parting her pussy lips, exposing her folds and the membrane of skin stretched over her pussy's entrance. I nuzzled at her hymen, poking my tongue a bit through one of the small holes before I lapped up to her clitoris.

"Etta," she gasped. "Oh, yes, you've done this before, you naughty girl. On who? A friend from school? One of the maids in your home? Who did you cure?"

"Merita," I moaned between licks.

"Merita. Ooh, exotic. A maid then? Was she colored? A mulatto?"

"Something like that." My lips sealed on her clitoris as my fingers stroked her pussy lips. I didn't want to talk more. I shouldn't have even mentioned her name, but I was so caught up in my sinful desires. I knew this was wrong, and somehow that made it even more exciting.

My tongue swirled on her clitoris, caressing it like Merita had taught me. The alien whispered in my thoughts, encouraging me, savoring the pleasure. Merita felt it, too. My pussy clenched at the wicked things she whispered in my thoughts.

That's it. Lick her, dyke slut. Oh, yes, Henrietta. Yes, yes, yes, Devour her cunny. Make her cum. Cure her hysterics with your naughty cum. Oh, she tastes so good. Oh, yes. This is so beautiful. Listen to her moans.

They're wonderful, I answered.

"Oh, wow, Etta." Tabitha's hips humped against my lips. "Oh, you're so wonderful. I'm so glad you're my friend."

"Me, too."

I licked my lips, cleaning them of her juices before diving into her pussy once more. I nibbled on Tabitha's folds and licked at her hymen again, my nose nuzzling into her little clitoris. Eighteen-years-old and I was turning into a lesbian hussy.

My parents would be horrified.

My cunny clenched again. The hysterical need to be caressed increased. If my fingers weren't busy stroking her folds as I licked up to her clitoris, I would finger myself. I sucked on her clitoris again, loving how she gasped and bucked when I did that.

A throaty moan burst from her lips. "Oh, yes, Etta. Oh, yes. I can feel it coming. My...my paroxysms. Yes, yes, cure my hysterics!"

Her voice rose a whole octave as she came, releasing a shrill scream. Her juices flooded tangy out of her pussy. I gulped them down, reveling in the fact I made my friend cum. I gave her lesbian pleasure. And I loved every moment of it.

Yes, it is so beautiful, Henrietta. Drink her juices. Oh, yes.

"Etta," gasped my friend. She arched her back a final time. "Oh, you wonderful siren." She twined one of my pigtails about her finger. "I have to help you out. I have to cure you."

"Yes," I moaned.

We kissed. It was so wonderful. Her lips were so soft. I was on top of her, feeling her squirm beneath me, her hand pulling up my nightgown. She nibbled on my lower lip as she bared more and more of my legs. Then her hands were caressing me, sending amazing pleasure shooting up to my pussy.

She broke the kiss. "Roll over. I have to lick you. To use my tongue to give you such sweet relief."

I nodded my head and rolled onto my back. Oh, we're going to enjoy this, Merita purred. It's her first time. That's special.

It is, I agreed.

Tabitha settled between my thighs, her fingers playing with my blonde curls. "You're so wet, Etta."

"So were you," I giggled. "When you had your orgasm, you drenched my face."

"I hope you taste as good as I do." Tabitha licked her lips and lowered her head.

Her first tongue swipe was hesitant, unsure. Then she sighed and licked again. And again. Each one was more confident, surer. Her fingers pulled my pussy lips apart, her tongue licking and nuzzling.

"No hymen. Who did you give it to?"

"Merita," I moaned. "She pricked my maidenhead."

"With a dildo?"

"Yes," I lied. "Please, just lick me."

Her tongue pressed into my hole before she licked up to my clitoris. I groaned, a pressure swelling in my cunny. I felt so full, like something grew inside of me. I moaned, arching my back as her tongue found my clitoris, sucking, nibbling.

The pressure grew. I groaned. It almost hurt. My back arched and then I gasped and it exploded out of my pussy. Tabitha gasped in shock then she shrieked. She tried to pull away, but I held her to my pussy.

Not with my hands or legs. My eyes widened.

Purple tentacles had sprouted from my cunny and wrapped about my friend's head. Her eyes were wild with fright.

My heart lurched and the world spun about me. I had tentacles. Purple tentacles. Merita's tentacles. What was going on?

To be continued...