Where No Man Has Gone Before

"Oooooh Yeeeesssss mistress Sa' Indie," I said squirming.

She punched me in the arm lightly, "Knock that stuff off right now. I'm not like that!" (Whoops…)

"I'm really sorry, I never meant it," I told her, though I must have looked like I was going to cry again.

"It's okay I have some bad memories, just don't do it again, all right?" She was holding my face in her hands.

I quickly nodded (To this day she hasn't told me about the memories, so I don't bring them up.).

That got me the best French kiss I've ever had (I won't be needing a dental hygienist.). She followed that by an orgasmic nipple tonguing, taking my swollen areola in, and working it as if she was tying a cherry stem in a knot. Top that off by a pussy tongue-lashing that would get her listed in the 'Guinness Book of Galactic Records'. Her tongue flicked all around the labia, darting in with pinpoint accuracy, then out and all around inside my labia, exorcising my vaginal lips with a great amount of enthusiasm. She sucked the hood off my clit. I only wish I had been able to stay conscious for the whole thing, my first female orgasm was mind numbing.

I regained consciousness, just as she was sending me around again on my roller coaster ride in and then out of heaven, and then back in again. How many orgasm until insanity takes hold? If I could have counted them, I'd say all of those plus one. I was just plain gushing, womanly happy lube time after time.

When I could focus again, "Oh god, indentured my ass!" I said, "I think you'll have to kill me to get rid of me."

She giggled again, "I would never do that," then I saw her eyes bug, as mine had earlier, "Oh damn! I've been so enamored with you, I haven't even asked your name!"

Man, I wish I could have thought up ways to cover my 'faux pas' like that when I had been a man. Of course, she's had over 400 years to work on it.

"I have just had so many unbelievable orgasms, if I do have a name, it will take me a few days to think of it."