Electra Rex

by April C. Griffith

  Electra had seen vids and old pictures, heard stories from her brothers, but nothing had actually prepared her for being face-to-face with her first human pussy. It was, in a word, cute. Majesty and mystery? She couldn’t say if she felt those things. Delighted… She definitely felt delighted by the experience. A perfectly straight line of black hair pointed down toward a crease in the flesh that was positively soaked in a clear liquid that smelled uniquely human. Electra had never smelled such a thing, but she immediately recognized it as being for her, in a sense. She’d slept with aliens before, been exposed to more than her share of sexual excretions in the process, yet none of them called to her as being truly right the way Treasure’s did.

  “You’re staring,” Treasure said.

  “I am,” Electra replied, continuing to stare. “Is that okay?”

  “I guess. Do you have questions or something?”

  “I’m not sure,” Electra said. “I really like looking at it. Is that weird?”

  “Looking at vaginas is paradoxically one of the great pastimes of humanity—or at least it was,” Treasure said. “I say paradoxically because most women never see much of their own, but if someone wanted to see someone else’s, there was no shortage of photographs, paintings, digital images and clubs to go to.”

  “I can see why,” Electra said.

  “Fair is fair.” Treasure guided Electra to a standing position and took a step back. Before Electra could ask what was fair about what, Treasure glanced meaningfully down and back up.

  “But you’ve seen a dick.”

  “Actually, I haven’t, remember?” Treasure argued. “I’ve only seen the back of my own eyelids for three hundred years. All my experiences with dicks were simulated.”

  Electra couldn’t argue that fact, nor did she think she had a significant amount of time left before her downstairs friend realized there was a half-naked woman standing dead ahead, and apparently blue pills weren’t required when it came to Treasure. One accidental orgasm brought on by Utopalex had been embarrassing enough. Electra turned her head and began sliding her pants down.

  “Uh-uh,” Treasure said. “Look at me.”

  That was more than enough to start another stirring of arousal. Electra gazed into Treasure’s warm, dark eyes with the tiny flecks of gold and copper green around the edges of her irises. The Utopalex passed down over her hips not a moment too soon as she sprang fully rigid from the top. My goodness, that was a ridiculously short refractory period, Electra thought—the shortest she’d experienced since being a horny teen after her hormone implants had first started cranking up her system to reach womanhood. The pants took a good deal more effort to get all the way off than the shorts, forcing Electra to break eye contact while she freed them from her legs and tossed them aside. When she straightened up again, Treasure was smiling and biting her upper lip to suppress a giggle.

  “I think that’s called a grower and a shower,” Treasure said. “Very rare.”

  Electra moved her hands to cover her cock, but Treasure intercepted her at the wrists.

  “It means I’m pleasantly surprised,” Treasure said.

  Big was good for humans. There had been boys who’d said it was true only to a point, others who’d argued that size wasn’t a factor at all and comments that skill in other areas could make everything else irrelevant, but that majority opinion that Electra had taken away from the talk of human men and boys of the Embarker fleet was that when it came to penis size, bigger was better.

  “I’m glad. Thank you, I think,” Electra said.

  “You have a good-looking dick,” Treasure said, cocking her head to one side while looking it over. “Some have weird bends, different colors, odd proportions, bumps or marks, but yours is pretty much perfect.”

  “You sound confused.”

  “I guess I am a little,” Treasure said. “Between transitioning, the hard life you’ve had and the fact that I’ve never actually seen one that wasn’t a little weird in some way… Yeah, I’m surprised that the first truly perfect example of a cock I’ve seen is attached to a beautiful woman.”

  It was the loveliest, strangest compliment that Electra had ever heard and certainly the most flattering one ever directed at her dick. She leaned forward and kissed Treasure on the lips. Her mouth was so warm and soft. ‘Pillowy’ was the only way to describe her kiss. When Electra slowly pulled away, Treasure followed her back aggressively. The kisses deepened. Treasure’s tongue was in her mouth, then Treasure’s hand was firmly wrapped around her dick. Their first kiss, like their first sexual contact, went from zero to faster than the speed of light in the space of a heartbeat.

  Electra felt like her cock had been wordlessly claimed in that moment. It was for Treasure to do with as she pleased, and Electra was eager to have it all done—whatever that might be—until such a time as Treasure released her. Somehow, Treasure conveyed all of that by the pressure of her hand.

  They fell back onto the bed. Electra thrilled at the weight, the warmth, the silken skin against hers when their bodies met. The kiss broke for a moment and Electra opened her eyes to gaze deeply into Treasure’s. Then she felt her hand shift, her hips move, and suddenly she was inside Treasure. Nothing before could’ve prepared her for what it felt like, and she believed her whole life had been leading to that one perfect moment, until Treasure started moving her hips and each second got better and better than the one that had come before it.

  Chapter Eleven

  Treasure brought a glass of fizzing Coke Classic over ice into the cockpit and slid it into the cup holder beside Electra in the captain’s seat. She next walked to one of the plush, white leather bench seats along the side of the uppermost cabin and took a seat, sipping her own Coke along the way. She was luxuriating, stretching and smiling unconsciously. Electra knew exactly how she felt.

  “I’m going to try to teach Ivy how to add cherry flavor,” Treasure said. “Start making Cherry Coke too.”

  “Do you know how to ‘drive a stick’?” Electra asked.

  “I think you know I do.” Treasure waggled her eyebrows.

  “I don’t. That’s why… Did I miss a joke?”

  “Double entendre,” Treasure said. “Drive a manual transmission and handle a penis. Because I’ve handled your penis.”

  “Ah, yes, I do know that then,” Electra said, positive the room had suddenly gotten several degrees warmer. Treasure was wearing jeans—tight, tight blue jeans riding low on her hips. “You know, you’re the reason I can’t wear Utopalex pants anymore.”

  “Because…?” Treasure dragged out the word, savoring it and what it intended.

  “Because…you know why.”

  “Say it.”

  “Because when I see you or talk to you or think about you, I literally ‘cream my jeans’.” And simply being made to say it gave Electra one of the aforementioned erections that would have resulted in an accidental discharge if she’d been wearing Utopalex. Treasure had superpowers. That much was clear.

  “My self-esteem jumps every time you say that,” Treasure said with a bright grin. “To answer your original question, yes, I know how to drive a stick—and so do you.”

  “Was that another double entendre?”

  “Nope, just complimenting you on last night. I’m still feeling that one,” Treasure said. “I like being a little sore the next day, especially if it’s been a while, like three hundred years. Holy crap! I think you technically took my three-century-old virginity!”

  “I’m sorry or you’re welcome?” Electra said. “I don’t know what that means.”

  “Virginity isn’t a thing anymore?” Treasure asked. “That’s good on so many levels. Good job, galaxy. I’m not going to revive the word by giving it any more weight than saying it’s the first time getting laid. Definitely explains the soreness, and I’m willing to bet of all my simulated first times, the real thing with you was the very best.”

  The thread of the conversation was completely lost to Electra at that point.
Treasure seemed pleased by her out-loud train of thought and that was good enough. So she simply nodded and smiled. It occurred to Electra that she felt really good and highly energetic the more Coke she drank.

  “Are we talking really fast?” Electra asked.

  “Oh, thank goodness!” Treasure said. “I thought it was just me.”

  “What’s in this stuff?” Electra lifted her nearly empty glass of Coke to inspect it.

  “It must be the original recipe, so cocaine,” Treasure said. “I’ve never had cocaine. I really like it. Do you like it?”

  “I don’t dislike it, but it’s hard to focus—or it’s easier to focus on a thousand things at once,” Electra said, feeling her heart rate speed up with every word. “Do you like it?”

  “No, yes, maybe, should I get bangs?” Treasure said.

  “What are bangs?”

  “Hair fringe in the front.”

  “I definitely don’t know. Before I lose my original point, again, I think I’ve found a Volkswagen Beetle,” Electra said. “It’s almost two billion units on the list.”

  “Would it even still run?”

  “I think it might,” Electra said. “It’s currently owned by a cult on New Wolfsburg that’s worshipping it as an idol and using the maintenance manual as a holy book. The galactic net entry on their faith says they’re waiting for the one who can drive stick. Apparently, they’ve already chased off other Bi-MARP independent contractors who couldn’t.”

  “I would be their chosen one.” Treasure set aside her half-drained Coke glass and stood. “My best friend used to own a ‘64 Beetle with whitewalls and a roof rack. I’d drive it sometimes when she was drunk, which was often during hockey season.” Treasure walked slowly and deliberately to the captain’s chair and slid between Electra and the dashboard. “Set a course for New Wolfsburg, Captain.”

  “I would, but you’re in the way,” Electra said, positive the room was getting hotter.

  “Oh, sorry.” Treasure knelt on the floor in front of Electra. “All this car talk has me wondering. Do you know what ‘road head’ is?”

  “I can’t say that I do.”

  “Start driving and you’ll find out.” Treasure slid her hands up Electra’s legs, pushing up the front of her skirt past mid-thigh. “Look who is wearing the stockings and panties I gave her. That’s a treat.”

  Electra instinctively spread her legs to allow Treasure better access, pushing the skirt up farther. Treasure pulled aside Electra’s panties and her cock sprang free, aching at full height. Treasure followed her hand down the perfectly straight shaft with her mouth in a long, slow stroke.

  “How am I supposed to drive while you’re doing that?”

  “That’s the challenge,” Treasure replied, adding a lick to the underside of Electra’s cockhead. “You have to drive without crashing while I blow your…mind. It’s fun because it’s dangerous. Fly, girl, and I’ll put you back in my mouth.”

  Electra couldn’t have rejected that deal if she’d wanted to, and she really didn’t want to. She set a course and gunned the Cadillux’s giant twin engines. Crashing into a star or a planet or whatever else seemed like a worthwhile risk to feel more of Treasure’s mouth.

  It took every ounce of Electra’s control to fly straight. When she wobbled, heading into the first wormhole, Ivy thankfully corrected her course as part of her safety protocols. Before they could even exit the wormhole, Electra had to remove one hand from the wheel to entangle it in Treasure’s lovely dreadlocks. A few moments after a new twist in the motion of swirling her tongue at the top of a stroke, a mind-blowing addition to Treasure’s already marvelous technique, Electra climaxed. Treasure didn’t let up at the first spurt, jolt and gasping cries of orgasm. If anything, she sped up, adding a muffled hum of delight. The sensation intensified through every stroke and every intervening splash, until Electra was crawling out of her seat and finally had to pull Treasure’s mouth away from her cock.

  “Did we crash?” Treasure asked.

  “How would I know?” Electra rested her head against the seatback and tried to regain her scattered wits.

  “Aren’t you flying?”

  “Ivy took over when my brain leaked out of my ears.”

  “That wasn’t our deal,” Treasure said. “How many more jumps do we have?”

  “Three wormholes left to clear, Miss Treasure,” Ivy said.

  “Come on. Get up.” Treasure stood and folded her arms across her chest.

  Electra sheepishly stood and allowed herself to be slowly guided in a dance to switch places. Treasure sat in the captain’s chair and tented her fingers in front of her chest.

  “I get to be Captain now.”

  That seemed fair and right and good. Yes, it definitely seemed like a good idea to Electra. She lowered to her knees and walked a little forward as Treasure spread her legs. The skirt rose up her warm, luscious thighs in the most delightful way. Electra could smell her and knew instantly that Treasure wasn’t wearing any panties.

  Oral sex was something Electra enjoyed but hadn’t ever shown an aptitude for. Her attempts had been described, at best, as ‘enthusiastically unskilled’. Being bad at it hadn’t mattered to her before and had certainly never deterred her from trying. She’d have fun, get messy and her partner would happily move on to intercourse or abandon the whole thing. It was different with Treasure. Electra wanted to make her feel good.

  Electra placed her elbows on the tops of Treasure’s thighs and guided the skirt the rest of the way up. Her pussy still looked adorable exposed in such a way. “I have to be honest,” Electra said. “I have no idea what I’m doing down here.”

  “We can still technically call it ‘road head’,” Treasure said.

  “No, I mean, I literally don’t know how to make you feel good using my mouth, and I really, really want to make you feel good,” Electra said. “You’re so talented. I want to return the favor, but I don’t know how.”

  “Ah, so in all the time you spent sleeping with alien species, eating pussy never came up?”

  “Not in any way that would be useful right now, and I wasn’t considered good at anything I did.”

  “That’s okay. I’ve got you,” Treasure said. “I know how to do it and I know what I like. You’ll be an expert after three sessions of my personal instruction—or your money back.”

  Treasure guided her with soft words, small noises and gentle, helpful hands, first in teaching her how to tease. This wasn’t strictly necessary in that moment, since she said giving Electra head had left her soaked, but she thought Electra could stand to learn all the same. The inner thighs were a magical place to begin. For a brief start, she guided Electra in kissing and licking them, which served to tease Electra as much as anything since her face was so close to the main event and she wasn’t able to enjoy it until Treasure said so.

  Moving on to fingers, and spreading, then the wetness—the glorious wetness that matched Treasure’s description of being soaked so perfectly. Electra loved the messy aspects of oral sex and Treasure was an ideal counterpart for her in that respect. The moment she tasted the clear slipperiness on the pink within Treasure, it felt like home in a way no one else had. Treasure was human. Her biological features and fluids were meant to match Electra’s. There was some sort of miraculous chemistry involved in it, some ancient recognition of a tremendously well mated pair or a craving for another human that Electra had long ignored. She couldn’t say what lay behind the sensation beyond knowing that Treasure tasted right in a way no one else ever had.

  Electra enjoyed getting her lips and face wet, her fingers inside and all the wonderful reactions those things brought out in Treasure. Then it was time to move on to the clit. This was the other version of head, Treasure explained. And it started with tongue flicks. Some urging from pursed lips. Sucking and harder strokes of her tongue. Following the guidance of faster, slower, harder, more, until a forceful hand on the back of Electra’s head held her mouth flush against the hard, little
button while Treasure ground out the last of the climax against her tongue.

  “Perfect, A-plus,” Treasure said in the afterglow. “You’ll go far in the pussy-eating business, kid.”

  Electra sat back on her feet. She could only stare at the sopping wet result between Treasure’s spread legs and feel monumentally accomplished.

  “What are you thinking about?” Treasure asked. “You have a strange look on your face.”

  “I feel like we’re meant to be, like chemically connected or something.” Electra tore her gaze from Treasure’s pussy to look her in the eyes. “This is probably a weird time to say that.”

  “Considering how we met, weird is perfect.” Treasure cupped Electra’s face in her hands to share a lingering, sex-coated kiss. When their lips parted, Treasure kept their faces close together to whisper, “Chemically connected is accurate, especially after what we just did. Ivy, what’s the strongest chemical bond?”

  “Covalent, Miss Treasure.”

  “That, we’re covalently bonded now,” Treasure said.

  Shared electrons… That was what they had. Electra liked the description and believed the science to be sound, such was the euphoric, agreeable state she was left in after giving and receiving road head.

  Chapter Twelve

  New Wolfsburg looked like a strangely beautiful marble upon approach. The polar ice caps stretched almost a third of the way across the surface from both ends. Swirled bands of brown land and blue water covered the habitable middle third in fluid patterns. Most planets had some sort of cloud covering, either broken or completely filling the atmosphere. On New Wolfsburg, the global weather forecast was always sunny and pleasant.

  Treasure decided they should dress like Volkswagen tradeshow booth girls in tight Fahrvergnügen T-shirts, red shorts and VW Beetle trucker caps. The idea was to be messengers of the Driving Enjoyment God, rather than trying to convince the zealots they were the deity incarnate.