My Dental Assistant

Reading another members account of their experience meeting a "dental assistant" instantly reminded me of one of the first and best "loves" of my life.

Short version...I was born, as the dentist said.."with Cro magnum mans mouth"...all four wisdom teeth...which I was told is rare. Most people have one or two...some people are born with none...and few people are born with three...but I was one of "rarest" who was born with all four wisdom teeth...which is why I met the first "love of my life".

By my early twenties all four of my wisdom teeth had grown to be impacted...meaning that my gums had overgrown the teeth and the wisdom teeth were crowding out my other teeth... of course.

As for all of my other teeth...then..as now...very pearly glowing whites that have never had a cavity.

Anyway, when I was about 23 or so, my new dentist told me that all four of my impacted wisdom teeth really should come out. I consented.

I was living in Europe at the time...and my dentist, and his spectacularly stunning bombshell of a dental assistant was also American. I want to say that again...it can not be understated...she was a spectacularly stunning...in all ways...a "bombshell" of a young woman.

The dentist/oral surgeon decided to start my surgery in the morning at the beginning of a day to remove my impacted wisdom teeth...because of the looooong roots to my wisdom teeth...the procedure took many hours (to just after 6PM, to remove two on just one side of my mouth. (The oral surgeon/dentist said I had the longest wisdom teeth roots he had ever seen or heard of...he took pictures to document my wisdom teeth...it was he who said I had "cro magnum man's mouth".

The stunnning dark raven haired...huge thick mane of hair...tall....5'11"....small butt and tiny but very long waist...(as I recall her waist was 20" and her butt was 32" and the biggest boobs I have ever seen up to that point in my life (she wore a custom made bra about what would be at LEAST a 34O or 34P cup today)...and not only was her breasts so stupendously enormous...she was one of those rarest of women whose breasts did not seem to sag...really...she actually never really needed to wear a bra for "support"...each colossal round breast just stood up and sat up on her chest without any help at all....each was like a giant round half ball on her chest...stunning...defying gravity...today if you saw her...or rather "them" nearly anyone would think they were the biggest implants they had ever seen...but this was way back before implant surgery...and they were real...real heavy...real round...and really naturally ALL her.

But back to my dental surgery...she sat beside me and held my arm and assisted the doctor the entire time as he worked from the other side of me...her boobs were on my arm and she had her hand on my arm for hours and her other hand was holding my hand.

Even with anesthesia...local...not general...it was very painful...at one point she saw my hose jump up when I extended my leg in pain..and saw the length of me down my left leg...her cute small mouth opened in an "oh" look and her eyes got wide as she stared...she finally looked away from my leg and turned and smiled at me...and the rest of the procedure she kept on being nice and helpful. I was in pain and misery...LOL. After it was over I went home and slept for the night and most of the next day with the drugs the doctor gave me...but I thought of her.

A month later same procedure for the two wisdom teeth on the other side of my mouth...same hours long ordeal...the dental assistant...she greeted with me her biggest smile and took up her position to my side and again held my shoulder and arm and my hand...and she kept making glances down at my thighs...I came back a few weeks later after the second operation for the dentist to see how I healed.

I was fine...and has I was about to leave...thinking I might never see her again has my next "checkup" appointment was not for another six months...as I was leaving she followed me in to the hallway and met me at the stair to the office building...she quickly handed me a small slip of paper with her number and address were she had hand written down her information... and her last name...never said a word...just looked at me with those big blue eyes and smiled.

I called her that night and we worked out a time for that weekend to meet for lunch. We met before noon and stayed at our table all afternoon...and ended up having dinner at another restaurant across the street. I learned she was in Europe because her boyfriend/fiance was living and working nearby in another city. We met again the following weekend after she got off work on Friday afternoon...and after a quick dinner out...she hurried through the meal...she took me back to her apartment...and I spent the next weekend in her bed...a within a few days later she had driven to see him and broke up with him.

She told him about me and how we met...and she said all the rest about me and her too.

I remember she told me that he had a "really huge horse dick" ...so much so her "nickname" for him was "H D"...and what she told me she had used a tape measure and had measured him and shared how big he was with polaroids they had taken of her holding his gigantic cock....and her sucking his cock...and his giant cock "lost and swallowed up" between her colossal breasts... he was indeed very huge both in length and girth.

But during my first surgery when I had moved my leg and she had seen the outline against my pants of mine as the fabric of my trousers had stretched tight against my penis...she said she was surprised and shocked to see that I was hanging way way way way far down my leg...she said it was then when she had realized what it was she saw...she said it appeared to her I was hanging much further down my leg than her boyfriend/fiance hung down his leg...and she was shocked....and the more she stared she said the more she decided she had to see mine and see how much bigger I was than her fiancé. She told me she loved her boyfriends "horse dick", but after sex with me for the entire weekend and her finally being able to stretch out to take more of me...she told me she was "changed" and happier with me. And she told me that she was thrilled to be with me...she said she had never met a man...and before meeting me she thought she never would...but with me she was "thrilled" as I was the man who was bigger than her cleavage and had a sex drive that was actually more insatiable than her own prodigious sex drive.

We were together for a few months until her parents...who learned she had broken up with her fiancé...made her move back home to the US and they would no longer send her money to supplement her lifestyle in Europe...she gave up touring Europe on weekends and vacations and just wanted to stay at her place and have sex with me...I tried to take her out to tour around on weekends.. no... she only wanted sex and was happy to just eat and sleep and talk and laugh with me when not fucking...I told her she could move in with me.

Her parents insisted and threatened to cut her off and disown her....so she relente and she moved home as there was a lot of trust fund money involved..and she had never told her parents no on anything.

She was a first for many reasons for me....biggest boobs on a small waist and butt I had ever seen in person...and still in the top 3 or 4 of all of my life....and a stunningly beautiful face and great mane of hair.

She Loved my cum...she could make it her "meals" during our sex marathons on weekends....she could get so turned on and excited that she could orgasm just by holding my penis and playing with me...was happy to have sex every moment she was not working...one of the few women who could actually stretch out wide enough to take some length of me...and eventually she stretched out so she could take a lot of my length inside of her...deep to the bottom of her uterus canal...her womb...one of the deepest women I have ever known...older than me by about 4 years...and she was the very first woman I ever cried for when she left Europe....and I never saw her again. Where ever she is...and whatever happened to her in her life...I hope she had a life of her dreams...and was always safe and well and happy.

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Ddeet...Lisav is not "her". From her profile page, LisAV was not yet born when all I shared happened. And as I mentioned, she was an American living in Europe...specifically, very near Heidelberg.
 
@BigBen you’re absolutely right! It is more your story, who has similar facts like lisav. And Heidelberg is not far from where we both live.
Anyway thanks for your comment. Thanks for sharing
 

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