2 comments/ 36047 views/ 1 favorites Dental Trials By: STR8Male This is a work of fiction and does not represent any person, living or dead. This work is copyrighted and may not be reproduced in any manner without written permission of the author. Just prior to receiving my discharge from the Marine Corps, the Navy dentist told me that I should hang around and let him remove my wisdom teeth. Of course I ignored his advice, and the opportunity to obtain this surgery with a free ticket courtesy of Uncle Sam. Yes, he warned me that within a year or two I'd be suffering pain, and the longer I waited the more complicated and painful the surgery would become. But I wanted to get the heck out of California, and especially Camp Pendleton. All I wanted was to get my Honorable Discharge in hand and head back to my home in the Rockies. For a couple of years I bounced from one job to the next. Most of those jobs involved horses and/or cattle because I'd have minimal contact with human beings. I guess a few years of killing people kind of sours one on the entire human race. Predicting what an equine or bovine might do seemed a lot easier than predicting the actions of Homo sapiens. Yes, I know I don't sound like a cowboy, but I went to a good high school, funded by all the yuppies that had invaded my mountainous hometown when I was a kid. I guess there was some good coming out of them driving up acreage prices so high that many of my relatives had to sell out their ranches because they couldn't afford the inflated prices, and the attendant property taxes. And, back when I thought I'd make the USMC a career, I spent almost all my spare time working hard on correspondence courses in biology, psychology, chemistry, and other areas of science that piqued my interest. During my last year, I completed forty hours in similar classes at a Southern California college. All I really needed were a dozen hours or so to get a Bachelor of Science degree. The reading and studying helped me block out the bad years in the Corps, when I was being paid to kill bad people as quickly and as efficiently as possible. For some reason, perhaps because I grew up hunting, I became very good at my assigned task, so much so that I received an offer to attend Officer's Candidate School, which I turned down because I would be required to extend my obligation for another six years. I had already soured on the military, though I still believed in the mission. I guess I was just 'used up' as one old Master Sergeant expressed it. So, as I entered my third year of ranching, this time on a working ranch that also hosted yuppies in a new dude ranch enterprise, I chose to work the cattle and horses far from the main ranch house, where I had almost no contact with people. In the winter, I'd be totally isolated in a fairly comfortable line shack miles from the nearest telephone or road. Of course that winter is when my wisdom teeth started making their little impacted selves quit well known to me. By the end of the winter, I was haggard with the constant pain, which severely cut into my sleep. A couple of times, the distraction of the pain put me into situations that could have resulted in my death. When one is miles from help, a very simple mistake can lead to serious accidents that wouldn't be all that big of a deal in the city. So, as the spring thaw hit, I rode into the ranch house and explained the situation to the rancher. He told me to head into the nearest burg with a dentist and get the situation resolved once and for all. More than ready for relief from the increasing pain, I did just as he suggested. Unfortunately, the aged dentist in town, twenty miles from the ranch, just shook his head after looking at the x-rays he had taken of my teeth, "Son, this is going to require some judicious bone chiseling, and I'm just not up to something that complicated these days. You need to head into the city and get a young dentist that can handle this." So, with a mild pain killer taking the edge off the pain, I drove another eighty miles into the city. Stopping on the edge of town at a truck stop, I flipped through the yellow pages and found a handful of dentists that specialized in oral surgery. After calling the first three, I was dismayed to find them trying to schedule me for an appointment nearly six weeks in the future. The fourth, and last, was a lady dentist. This time, when I got a receptionist on the phone, I explained more about my situation, and that I couldn't drive back to the ranch and wait a month and a half, without putting my life at risk on the back range. She put me on hold and I soon found myself talking to Dr. Beth, as she billed herself in her phone book advertisement. After relating what I was told in the Corps by the Navy dentist, how stupid I was for not taking his advice, and how I worked alone in the mountains on the backside of nowhere, she told me to drive straight to her office. Thankfully, the old dentist had given me the x-rays he took, so when I arrived at Dr. Beth's office I handed them to her receptionist as I introduced myself. She told me to take a seat and took them back into the recesses of the office. When she returned, she said the doctor would see me as soon as she finished up with her current patient. A half hour later, I found myself reclining in one of those rather intimidating chairs in a very modern dental operatory as an incredibly cute dental assistant, Andi, clipped a cloth bib around my neck. We talked for a few minutes as she looked inside my mouth and made some notes on a chart. Every time she leaned forward to peer into my mouth, I had a great view of her cleavage. To my consternation, I felt my prick engorging, inching down the left pants leg of my work jeans. I swear I caught her looking at my crotch more than once. Then she finished her tasks and left the room abruptly. A moment Dr. Beth bustled in and got busy. After taking a quick history and insuring that I had no history of drug allergies, she stuck the x-rays up on backlit viewing panel, then delved into my mouth with a small mirror and her latex gloved fingers. Within two minutes, this rather frumpy, mousey, forty-something woman withdrew her fingers from my mouth, stripped off her latex gloves. "Mr. Blake, you require oral surgery to remove those impacted wisdom teeth. Rather than removing one or two at a time, I strongly suggest that we remove all four in one operation. With the use of local anesthetics and nitrous oxide, the process will not be painful. Rather than remove bone to extract your wisdom teeth, I will use a minimally invasive procedure that reduces wounding to your gum tissue by removing tiny portions of the teeth via a very small incision at each molar. That greatly improves healing time." Of course, considering my limited funds due to a very low paying job, my first response was, "Sure, Doc, but what is this going to cost. Cowboys don't make a whole lot of money." "The cost per tooth will be $880.00, plus a few ancillary expenses such as pain killers for the recovery period, and perhaps a course of antibiotics. I suspect that two of those molars have precipitated an inflammation that is likely to convert to an overt infection." She looked rather impatient, as if discussing money was beneath her status. I did some quick mental math, "Dang, Doc! That's almost half what I make in a year! Of course I get room and board thrown in, but after taxes and all the incidentals, I don't clear six thousand a year." Her eyes narrowed, "Let me see your hands." Puzzled, I held out my callused palms to her. She took them in her soft, but surprisingly strong little hands. Tracing over the thick calluses, she murmured, "You do work hard with your hands. I believe you." At that point, I swear her eyes locked right and took a long look at my still tumescent organ. "What do you mean, Doc? Why would I lie?" I was mildly insulted. "Mr. Blake, people will lie to get what they want. You not only need the oral surgery, but you have that atrocious military crown on your upper left bicuspid which needs replacing. The x-rays reveal decay beneath the crown. You also have a molar that requires a root canal and two other molars that require filling. That can mount up to another two thousand dollars very quickly." Pulling my hands from her grasp, I stuttered, "G..geez, Doc! That's a whole year's income! I'll have to put off going back to college." "College? What is your major?" She leaned forward, her eyes boring into my own. "Well, I've got enough hours so that I could take a BS in both psychology and biology if I put in one real hard year at the state university. That's what I've been saving my money for. Out there on the back side of ranches, I don't tend to spend much of my income. But my danged teeth are going to put me at least a year behind schedule." "Why would a young man of your abilities restrict his income by working in the hinterlands, Mr. Blake?" She looked very curious. "Well, my time in the Corps put me in a bad frame of mind. Marines tend to be right in the thick of things." "What were your duties in the Marine Corps, young man?" I don't know why I said what I did. I tend to not discuss my military time with people, especially strangers. Even my own family didn't know the details of what I did on a day to day basis for two overseas tours of thirteen months each. "In my first tour, I was a squad leader for a rapid response strike force with Marine Recon. We'd bail out of helicopters in an area where Army guys had taken a hard hit in an ambush, then we'd hunt down the SOBs and make sure they didn't get to thinking that they could shoot at our people without serious consequences. Second tour, I was leading a four squad task force. We went after high level terrorists. The ones that organized ambushes and terrorist attacks on innocent civilians." As I blurted this out, I half expected her to recoil and move away. Instead, she sort of shivered and laid a hand on my forearm where it rested on the armrest of the dental chair, "God Bless you, young man. God Bless you." Abruptly, she stood up, stating emphatically, "We'll do the surgery, and the other required dental work without any charge. Someone aided me when I was an undergraduate. Now it is my turn to return the kindness. Be here tomorrow morning for plaque removal and a general cleaning and polishing. The next day, Saturday, you need to be here bright and early for the surgery." And with that she was gone. After confirming my two appointments with the receptionist, Bonnie, I headed back to the truck stop. To save money, I'd sleep in my twelve year old Bronco. With the backseat folded down, I could stretch out almost full length, diagonally, in the rear cargo compartment. A trail pad and sleeping bag made it pretty comfortable. In the morning, I'd pay two bucks for a hot shower in the truck stop, then have a good breakfast for about five bucks. On my budget, that was a lot cheaper than a motel. The next morning, at 10:00am sharp, I presented myself to Bonnie. She led me back to a different room and told me to lie down in the chair. A few moments later another young lady walked in wearing a lab coat. She introduced herself as Denise. It seemed that all the women Dr. Beth hired were knockouts! Denise couldn't have been more than twenty-two, and could have been a swimsuit model if she had so desired. Of course there aren't a lot of calls for swimsuit models up here in the Rockies, so I guess she took what she could get. After explaining that the cleaning and polishing could be rather uncomfortable, she insisted that I take a pair of my pain pills. She then hooked a transparent plastic nose cone over my nose and mouth, telling me that a little nitrous oxide would relax me so that the process wouldn't be at all uncomfortable. She was more than right. I'm not used to painkillers, and two of those tablets had me in lalaland within ten minutes as she puttered about readying her equipment. As she finally settled in next to me on her adjustable height stool, I found myself staring down some deep cleavage as she reached past me and opened a valve on the nitrous cylinder and adjusted the regulator. The combination of the painkilling medication, and the nitrous oxide, plus the view of a pair of magnificent breasts, with sometimes a definite peek at her aureoles, produced a strong response from me. I hadn't had sex in over two years. And that last time was with a drunken cowgirl barrel racer after a local rodeo. I had been pretty drunk, too, so the memory was somewhat hazy. And, being the type that just didn't get any real satisfaction from masturbation, my only sexual relief in the last two years had been a handful of disturbing wet dreams. Seeing the edges of her nipples, and being stoned out of my gourd, I developed a huge erection. Considering that it was angled down my pants leg, it was danged uncomfortable, also! I tried, in a fumbling manner, at some point during the scouring of my teeth and gums, to discretely move it up to a more comfortable position, pointing up towards my belly. It was so hard that I didn't have enough room to reposition it. After all, not bragging, but I'm a full ten inches when erect, and there wasn't enough latitude in my too tight jeans to move it around like that. Then, as I was reliving my experience with that tautly compact barrel racer, I felt a hand on my erection as it strained against the leg of my jeans. I had my eyes closed, and due to the nitrous and the painkiller, didn't at first realize that it could not have been Denise. She had both hands busy at, and inside, my mouth! I cracked my eyelids open to the slightest of slits, and saw Bonnie kneeling at the foot of the dental chair. Lightly rubbing my cock through the denim, she was carefully, and slowly, unzipping my pants. She then unbuckled my Champion Bull Rider belt buckle and unsnapped the one, and only, button on my jeans. Reaching down inside my now loosened jeans, she levered my erection around to the left, then up to be fully exposed. Of course I knew this was another of my erotic wet dreams. But it got real kinky very quickly. Bonnie placed her right hand over her mouth, even as her left hand gently stroked the length of my prick. To my amazement, she removed her teeth and laid them on the same surgical cart where Denise' dental hygiene tools rested. Denise acted as if nothing unusual was happening, so I KNEW that this was just a very realistic wet dream. Vaguely, I wondered if Denise would notice when my jeans were inundated with an ejaculation. With now hollow cheeks that made her look two decades older, Bonnie leaned forward as she levered my erection to the vertical and encompassed my thickly swollen glans into the incredibly hot receptacle of her mouth. She didn't dance around, she just sucked powerfully, and noisily, at my glans, with her lips locked just behind my coronal ridge. It is possible that I lasted more than a minute, but a doubt it. Very quickly I was gushing streams of semen in to Bonnie's voraciously sucking mouth. I could literally hear her gulping. With that long denied ejaculation, I drifted off into a dreamstate. With no knowledge of how long I had been unaware of my surroundings, I became conscious due to an incessant, rhythmic suction being applied to my somewhat post orgasmically sensitive glans. This time, when I looked down through slitted eyes, I was surprised to find that my underwear and jeans were now pulled down to my ankles. Bonnie had one hand wrapped around the upper, thinner, section of my scrotum, pulling down towards my feet in order to lever my penis towards her oral suction. My erection returned full force, even as Denise' instrument buzzed upon the surfaces of my teeth. This time, my hips began to thrust upwards of their own volition, seeking deeper penetration into that slick orifice that would not abate in vacuuming power. My last memory of that tooth cleaning was of Denise leaning over me to make another adjustment to the nitrous regulator. After that, everything became a dim blur of me ejaculating several more times into an insatiable mouth. When I awoke, my penis had shriveled to a mere nubbin, behind my intact, in place, jeans and belt. Denise was smiling down at me, "All finished, Mr. Blake! You just relax here for a few minutes. The nitrous will wear off very quickly. Don't forget tomorrow's appointment, please." A few minutes later I stumbled out of the dental office and into my Bronco. As I headed back to the truck stop, I couldn't help but think that I had experienced some kind of strange, erotic, wet dream. Peculiarly, though, there was no evidence of a seminal discharge in my jeans. My balls were aching a bit and my penis was shriveled to size much smaller than usual. I wrote it off to the effect of the drugs, and hoped I hadn't said something inappropriate to Denise, or anyone else that had walked into the operatory. I put the entire event out of my mind, ate a big lunch, then retired to my Bronco well before sunset. For some reason I was exhausted. Saturday morning, after showering and eating another big breakfast, I arrived at the appointed time at Dr. Beth's dental office. There were no other patients present, but Dr. Beth seemed to have a full staff on hand. Bonnie, Andi, and Denise were in attendance with Dr. Beth. Within two minutes, I found myself lying back in a quite different dental chair. This one had the leg supports split in half. Dr. Beth required me to take two more of my pain pills, then applied the nitrous oxide mask to my face herself. As I felt myself drifting off, she warned me about a pin prick to backside of my left hand. In a disoriented, depersonalized, state, I looked down as she inserted an IV needle into a vein on the back of my big paw. She adjusted the drip from a bag hanging on a pole just to my left. After that, I have only the most confused images in my mind. When I awoke, I was fully dressed, but had the most confusing array of images in my head of one woman after another sucking upon my erection. Also, when I awoke, I had this strangely 'vacant' feeling in the back of my jaws. The pain was largely gone, and seemed to abate by the minute. "All done, cowboy!" Dr. Beth stood next to me. Strangely, her short, mousey hair seemed in extreme disarray. I wrote that off to her working hard on me over the last...what time was it?....I glanced at the clock on the wall and realized I had been out for over five hours! My curious tongue could only find a quartet of tiny sutures where the point origin of the pain had been over the last year. "The operation was a total success. But I want you in here Tuesday afternoon for a follow up examination. We don't want any unnecessary complications, do we?" She actually winked at me. As she did, I noticed that her lips seemed abnormally reddened and swollen. She whisked her self from the operatory a moment later. As the gas wore off, I seemed to remember multiple orifices sucking at and stroking my my prick. However, I couldn't believe that. This was just some kind of sexual dream, even though my glans was almost purple, even in its relaxed state, when I examined it during a long piss in the waiting room's bathroom. Concurrently, my balls ached tremendously, and my prick was little larger than a fat acorn! I thought to myself that the combination of the pills, gas, and whatever was in the intravenous fluid worked together to give me some kind of erotic dreams. I still couldn't reconcile the fact that all the erotic dreams of the past either ended with huge amounts of semen staining either sheets or sleeping bag. If I awoke before ejaculation, then I was hard as a rock and dripping slick fluid, making me so horny that I had to masturbate before I could fall back asleep. Again, I wrote off this strangeness to the drugs. Somehow they had reduced my libido, despite the dreams during my last two visits to this dental office. Dental Trials Bonnie stood there waiting for me as I exited the bathroom. Handing me an appointment slip, she said, "See you Monday, Cowboy." As she sashayed away from me, swinging those seductive hips in an overtly seductive manner, I felt the faintest of stirrings from my prick. Usually, considering how seldom I saw such a beautiful woman, that would have given me an instant boner. In fact, just THINKING of such a woman after months in isolation in the back range of a ranch, I'd pop a boner. But this time? Just a twinge. Back at the Bronco, I suddenly found myself hungry. Dr. Beth had told me to not eat any solid food for two days, so I headed for a hamburger place and bought myself two vanilla milk shakes. Then I just drove around the big city for a while, looking at all the strange, preoccupied, people walking along as if they were totally alone. I couldn't judge them for that, because I did the same thing, only in places where there were no people. During my drive, I noted several times that I was seeing a sleek little silver car, I think it was a Honda, that kept appearing several cars back behind me. Being one who sometimes had to worry about a cougar trailing me in the rough back country, eyeing either me or my horse, I started watching for it. Finally, at a stoplight, I moved to the right hand lane and took a quick turn. Sure enough, the little silver car cut someone off and darted in behind me. I had already pulled to a parking space at the curb and watched as the little car passed me. The windows were heavily tinted, so all I could tell is that the driver was wearing a large brimmed hat. Pulling out from the parking space, that little silver Honda pulled right in behind me again! This time I checked the plates. It was a totally different number, so I figured that I was being paranoid. There must have been 10,000 little silver Honda cars in such a big city. I heard that they got about three times the gas mileage as my big 351ci fuel injected Bronco, but then they couldn't tow a four horse trailer along a snow covered logging road. As the daylight waned, I decided I might like a drink, so I stopped at what looked like a nice, neighborhood bar, well away from the center of the urban blight. I ordered a single malt whiskey, then ducked into the bathroom. Spitting out the four gauze pads that I had been holding against my gums where the teeth had been, I found them barely stained with blood. My tongue explored the surgical sites behind my remaining molars. I could feel the knotted sutures there. Spitting into the sink, I found no trace of blood. Dr. Beth was real good at her trade, I thought. Back in the bar, I sipped at my drink from the confines of a booth far from the long mahogany bar, where only a handful of patrons sat, each alone and isolated. After half an hour, I had a second whiskey, finished it and headed back to the Bronco. There I sat for half an hour, trying to decide where I might go tonight in order to have a quieter place to sleep than a truck stop. Just a few miles outside the city, there was a state park that had camping sites. I pulled my campers' travel guide from the console and read the blurb about the state park. It noted that one group of camping sites had a hundred foot waterfall as part of the view. I decided that would be the perfect place to campout for a couple of nights. Stopping briefly at a discount center, I bought several bundles of firewood and laid them in the back of the Bronco. Convinced that careful chewing would let me eat a steak the next day, I stopped and bought two huge prime rib eye steaks, along with some ice and beer for the cooler always present behind my seat on the folded down rear seat. An hour later, I pulled up to the booth at the entry to the park. The park ranger in the booth told me that I was quite lucky. The park had been packed full because this was Memorial Day weekend! I could have smacked myself in the forehead for forgetting that fact. But, to my great luck, he added, "However, the occupants of campsite number twenty at the falls just left. One of their kids came down with something and was puking a lot, so they left for the weekend. Bad luck for them; good luck for you." I paid him the $10 camping fee for each of two nights, he handed me a map, then I headed up the narrow, twisting road into the mountains. A half hour later, I arrived at the dark site, and was very pleased to find that each of the campsites here were arranged along a ridge. The park designers had used an old fire break road for access. My campsite was the last one on the road, invisible to any other campsite. I parked the Bronco and went around to the rear, opened the hatch, then dropped the tailgate. I pulled out and lit up my fluorescent lantern to light the dark night. Opening the storage hatch beneath the rear floor, I pulled out my tent. I loved that tent. Because I like storing my saddle in the tent with me, to keep the mice and porcupines from gnawing at it to get all the salt from the horse sweat, I had bought a four man geodesic tent. It was just tall enough so that I could stand, with my head bent, in order to dress before going out into cold weather. The full fly cover kept it very warm in the winter, and in the summer leaving the fly off and the window flaps open provided great air circulation. Best of all, it took all of five minutes to set it up. Just as I was pounding the corner stakes through the metal rings at each corner of the tent's base, a little silver car pulled up and parked next to my Bronco. It was a Honda. For a second, I contemplated grabbing my Ruger Vaquero .44mag from my backpack, which lay close at hand. Then the door to the little Honda opened to reveal someone I knew! It was Bonnie from Dr. Beth's office! To say that I was surprised, and speechless, was a decided understatement. She gave me a wide, bright, smile and said, "Well! Fancy meeting you here, Cowboy!" As I said, I was speechless. She sauntered over to examine my tent. "Nice. I hope you have plenty of room for guests." As the gears in my brain re-engaged, I realized that Bonnie had followed me continuously since I had left the dental office. The 'dreams' I had were either precognitive, or very real. My prick stirred forcefully as she walked over and laid her hand on my forearm, "Cowboy, do you mind some more guests?" I shook my head in the negative, even though I wasn't quite sure what she meant. She reached into her pocket and pulled for a little flip phone and punched a button. "It's ok. Come on up." In seconds, a second silver Honda car pulled around the bend in the road and parked. This time two ladies emerged from the car. Andi, that tiny little hygienist, and the slightly taller Denise stepped out and walked over. I was more confused than ever, and those mental gears began slipping and grating, perhaps audibly, because Andi sidled up to me and hugged my waist. "Wow, Cowboy! You sure know how to pick romantic spots!" When I just stood there, perhaps with my mouth hanging open, she launched into an explanation. "Cowboy, we three, and Dr. Beth all have something in common. That sort of brought us together, into Dr. Beth's office. She wound up treating each of us, and then hiring us when she discovered that we all have a slight tendency towards a single act of...how shall I say it?...'enjoyment'? Yes, enjoyment! That's a good word. "You see, we all just love oral sex, giving and receiving. But a lot of men are sort of put off by us. Most react with disgust when they find out our secret. That hurts us a lot. So we had all withdrawn from the world quite a bit. Dr. Beth gave us the opportunity to feel a lot better about ourselves." With that, each of the ladies reached up to their mouths and withdrew both upper and lower dental plates! Yes, I was surprised! But at the same time, those quite vivid dreams suddenly became very real, and I felt my penis lurch and begin to inflate at a surprising rate. Andi glanced down, giggled, then slipped her dentures back into place as she chortled, "See, girls! He loves what we did to him!" Denise stepped forward, laying her hand along the length of my erection that lengthened along the left leg of my jeans, "Oh, yes, he's quite a man. So, tell me, Cowboy, are you up to hosting all three of us this weekend?" I nodded dumbly, standing there with my mallet in my hand. Finally, I blurted out, "How...what happened...". And before I could formulate another thought, Andi said, "We'll tell you everything, but first lets get this campsite completed." Apparently, when Bonnie figured out where I was headed, she had the other girls in the other little Honda loop by a store before following her into the state park. They began dragging out a new ice chest and sleeping bags, all still in their original packaging. As Andi pulled out a bottle of wine from the ice chest and began pouring plastic cups full of the white wine, I was finally motivated to become a more gracious host. Retrieving one of the bundles of firewood, I set about building a campfire in the little fire pit before the tent. As I was doing this, Denise was cutting up cheese and bread atop their ice chest. I decided to compliment her 'snack' with something more substantial. From the bottom of my Bronco's storage compartment, I pulled out the little heavy grill I used in the back country. It was barely big enough to hold just one frying pan and a coffee pot, but it would handle the two big steaks just fine. I whipped out my big lock back knife and sliced each twenty ounce steak in half, then poured some of my special marinade over each of the four steaks. The mix of olive oil, crushed garlic, and oregano lent a special flavor to good meat, or even an old tough steak from a buck I'd take now and then during the winter. In minutes, I had four rare steaks ready to consume. I only had two stainless steel plates, so each pair of us shared a plate. As the ladies raved about how good the steaks were, Andi continued her explanation of the events leading up to tonight, "I was born in Appalachia to parents that didn't know anything about anything. I was lactose intolerant, so by the time I reached puberty, my learned aversion to our primary sources of calcium, mainly our milk cow, left me with permanent teeth so thin and with such poor enamel, that they began to decay almost as soon as they erupted. I nearly died from a series of abscessed teeth. When I was sixteen, all my teeth were removed when my parents finally took me to a doctor. There was no money for dentures, so I wound up as a recluse that would read the books my parents would bring me from the nearest public library. I educated myself. At eighteen, I gathered up enough gumption to leave home. After hitchhiking halfway across the country, I wound up in Dr. Beth's office. She gave me my first set of dentures for free. "You see, Dr. Beth became a dentist because she went through just what I went through. But she had middle class parents that were able to help her finance her way through college and then dental school." At that point, Denise jumped in, "Dr. Beth is fantastic. I had a rare genetic anomaly, and my baby teeth were all the teeth I've ever had. There were no permanent teeth buds beneath my baby teeth. So, as I lost my baby teeth, no permanent teeth appeared. I don't think you can imagine how that isolated me as a child. My parents had to home school me for years, due to the treatment the other kids directed at me. Then I read about Dr. Beth and took a bus to see her. I read about her social problems in a Reader's Digest article when I was younger, and that motivated me to eventually seek her out." Bonnie then chipped in her story, "I contracted a fairly rare gum disease, that left the roots of my teeth exposed, and therefore very vulnerable to decay. By the time I was eighteen, my teeth were all gone. Like Denise, I had read about Dr. Beth, and sought her out. Dr. Beth did some amazing gum tissue transplants and built them back up to normal dimensions, then she provided me with my dentures." Andi then took up the group story with her conclusion, "All four of us had suffered greatly because we were 'different'. As children, boys teased us and rejected us. Later, as young women, men rejected us because we had such a major defect. You can understand now that we became orally fixated. "After we all wound up working with Dr. Beth, we made a pact to find men who weren't so shallow as to reject us because of a minor defect. And one way to determine that is to see how a man reacts to a toothless mouth while he is in a semi-conscious state. And the dental chair provides the perfect opportunity. During a procedure, when the right man is rendered unconscious, we dial back on the gas so that he is slightly more aware. It is funny, not 'ha..ha' funny, but strange funny, a lot of men get erections while under the gas, and another painkiller. If we let him regain consciousness to some degree, allow him to see our toothless state, we get an accurate idea of how he would react to us when he is fully conscious, but without us having to deal with a painful rejection. "Cowboy, we've seen a lot of men go totally limp as they see one of us remove our teeth as they are drifting between full consciousness and a dream state. You are the first, and only, on that stayed hard as the proverbial rock! When we became aware of that, we each found ourselves so incredibly turned on that we all sucked your prick until you filled our bellies with your seed. In fact, though you probably can't remember much of it, due to the amnesiac we use in the IV, you came eight times during your dental surgery. Each of us drank two loads from you. Of course, your last four loads were mere dribbles, but your pleasure seemed just as intense. "So, now the question is, now that you know how we victimized you, do you want to call the police or get your big dick sucked again?" My first, silent, reaction was relief. I wasn't crazy or hallucinating when those vague memories of getting my cock sucked in the dental office flitted across my mind. In fact, my prick was uncomfortably hard. My second reaction was one of curiosity. Had any of these women ever enjoyed a good hard bout of sexual intercourse? Or were they totally fixated upon oral gratification. Being one who is rather direct when faced with a conundrum, I responded, "Ok, now some of my memories make sense. Yes, I enjoyed the oral attentions, but I guess that amnesiac drug confused me. I thought I was just dreaming. I LOVED your mouths, and how you drained me dry! "However, I like fucking, too. You ladies ever gotten righteously fucked?" Suddenly I had three, deeply blushing, ladies looking at the ground. Andi, who seemed to be the most verbal of the group, admitted, "No, Cowboy. We are technically all virgins, including Dr. Beth. However, only I have an intact hymen." Bonnie looked up from the campfire flames, "To be honest, Denise and I played with each other during one of our clit sucking sessions. After all, being able to suck a clit deeply without teeth scraping such a sensitive organ is a quite powerful experience. So we wound up using a finger upon one another. Andi always drew away when either of us tried that with her." By then, we had finished our steaks, and most of the cheese and bread. I suggested that we adjourn to the tent so that we could continue our conversation. The three of them huddled, then Andi stepped forth, "Cowboy, to tell the truth, we're sort of reticent about fucking you. After all, your prick is huge! If you got carried away, you might hurt one of us, or all of us." "Ladies, I've lived with my penis for my entire life. I have never hurt a lady, though I only have a handful of experiences in that regard. However, I assure you that I will withdraw immediately if one of you experiences pain that you can't endure. At the same time, you must know that your first act of intercourse will involve some minor pain, but once past that, I think you will be quite enthusiastic about a repeat performance." Honestly, I had doubts about Andi in this respect. After all, being just short of five feet, and weighing no more than ninety pounds, my prick would reach halfway to her throat if I fucked her full depth. But Denise and Bonnie were much taller. Denise was a good six inches taller, while Bonnie was perhaps a couple of inches taller than Bonnie. I had fucked a couple of women who couldn't take all of my ten inches. So I just used some self restraint and only plowed them with what they could handle. One gal, back right after high school, could only handle five inches of my prick, so that's what I used on her. Six months later, home on leave, she had been able to handle seven inches. And, on my last visit home, after she had born a child with her husband, we had met up and I was pleased to discover that she was quite enthusiastic when I slipped my full ten inches to her. After all, a woman that can handle giving birth to a six or eight pound baby would find my prick rather in significant in comparison. Denise piped up, "Cowboy, I've had my fingers in your mouth, and though I don't know your skills in this regard, I could tell that you have an exceptionally large tongue. Would you be adverse to using that on each of us?" Laughing, I said, "Well, one lady told me that my tongue was larger than her boyfriend's penis. What do you think?" With that, I extruded my tongue and licked the tip of my nose, then dropped it downwards and cleaned the steak juices from the lower limits of my chin. At that sight, each of the three women actually shuddered. Andi, stood up and fumbled with her purse. She stepped up to me and handed me two blue tablets, "Viagra. If you're going to last through the night, take these." I had heard about Viagra, but didn't know anything concrete about it, except that it was supposed to help guys get an erection who had problems getting an erection. Figuring it couldn't hurt, I downed the two tablets, then reached over and picked up Denise' full cup of wine and used it to swallow the tablets. I was raring to go! After nearly forty five minutes with a full erection, I wanted to get this show on the road! To hasten the process, I stood up and levered my boots off. Using my now unshod heels, I stepped on the toe of each sock and pulled that foot free of the sock. I then unbuttoned and shed my long sleeved shirt, even though having darkly tanned hands contrasting with a pale white, though heavily hirsute chest, somewhat embarrassed me. Lastly, I unbuckled my belt and shucked my jeans and boxer shorts in one smooth motion. Standing before the ladies totally naked in the light of the fire and the fluorescent lantern, my prick stood up vertical, its curve pressing my glans to my belly just above my belly button. Without a single word, I picked up the lantern and turned to the tent. Leaning down, I entered the open doorway to the tent and entered it. I hung the lantern on the side netting meant for storage of clothing, thereby illuminating the entire interior of the tent. Spreading out two trail pads, I laid my double width sleeping bag atop them, providing a quite comfortable space. Laying back on the sleeping bag, fingers of both hands interlaced behind my head, I could still see the ladies around the campfire illuminated by the flickering flames. They stood and huddled, then quite obviously, though they didn't realize it, undress. The shortest, Andi, bent down and picked up the three new sleeping bags they had brought. One by one, they entered the tent. Andi unfurled the three sleeping bags. I rolled to one side, allowing her to spread them out atop my trail pads and sleeping bag. When she had finished, we had a six inch thick pad. Each of the ladies then, quite ostentatiously, removed their dentures and placed them in individual zip lock bags, which were dropped into one of the overhead nets. Dental Trials Andi, the most eager, straddled my face and pressed her quite hairless cunt upon my lips. My tongue couldn't find the faintest hint of stubble, which made me think that she had waxed herself rather than shaving herself. I instantly drove my tongue up into her quite slickly wet recesses, prompting a long mewling moan from her. She immediately dropped down and sucked up my glans into her mouth. Immediately, I was struck with just how smooth, and voracious, her mouth was without teeth, sensations that weren't clearly perceived when I had been under the influence of the pain killers and the gas. With seemingly little effort, she had swallowed half my straining erection! As we undulated in an increasingly sexual frenzy, I suddenly felt another mouth working upon me. Either Denise or Bonnie planted their mouth upon my balls. Both of my quite substantial balls, one previous lover had described my testicles as being a pair of jumbo sized hens eggs. Yet, the mouth sucking at my balls easily encompassed both of them. Then, I felt the third woman sucking at one of my nipples. She gnawed at my right nipple with hard, slick gums, even as she sucked at it with power greater than any vacuum cleaner. Within moments, I found myself erupting into Andi's softly chewing and sucking mouth. At the same time, I felt her tiny little cunt squeezing so hard that she extruded my tongue. As I came down from my orgasm. Andi rolled off of me, and I felt a new mouth sucking at my glans. Considering that my balls were still being rolled around within, and sucked powerfully, by the same mouth, I wasn't sure who was doing what to me. I was only vaguely aware that someone had turned off the somewhat garish lantern. Now we were illuminated only by the much dimmer flickering of the dying campfire. When the second woman rolled atop my body, I felt a large pair of breasts pressed against my thighs. That told me that Denise had assumed Andi's position, pressing her unfamiliar cunt to my mouth. Denise had a HUGE clit! It was the size of my little finger. I cradled that smart little clit in the trough of my tongue, and sucked it hard. As it expanded, and her mouth railed down the length of my organ, I slipped my tongue into her canal and twirled it rapidly. In short order, her juices inundated my face, running down my cheeks. Unexpectedly, the mouth on my prick left, as did the one on my balls. They were switching places, and objects. A new mouth swallowed my prick up right to the root, as the new mouth sucked up my balls and began laving them with her tongue as she provided a powerful suction. Again, within moments, I found myself ejaculating down the Denise' throat. The sensation of a constantly rippling, swallowing, throat along the length of my erection provided a new, totally unique, sexual sensation. At that point, after two orgasms, I expected my organ to subside. But a quite tender, empathetic, mouth began sucking very gently at my glans. The full lips were locked just behind my glans, tugging me forward into a new, almost painful, erection. I wasn't sure who was who after that point. The fire had died down to a mere glow against one wall of the tent. The feminine shadows shifted and became confused. I felt a pair of thighs straddling my own thighs, then I felt my resurgent prick nudging aside a pair of quite hairy outer labia, slipping past slick inner labia, then easing down much of the length of my rampant prick. As this woman leaned forward, hands lifted my thighs, and a mouth once again engulfed my scrotum, sucking hard at my balls. At the same time, that same mouth extruded her tongue and began tickling my anus! I didn't last five minutes, or so I thought. I felt my organ lurching and jumping as it emptied itself into that rippling, clasping cunt. This continued through the night. I know for sure that I fucked a second cunt. The second one was tighter than a midget's bicycle's inner tube! That little cunt was so tight that it was almost freaking painful! But, it milked me dry, just before I fell into a deep sleep. During the night, I would awake fitfully, and feel a insatiable mouth assaulting my glans. I'd groan, begin thrusting, and eventually produce a weak dribble of semen. Each time, the sucking mouth would gulp and groan in satisfaction. At dawn, I awoke, to find three very nubile, incredibly sexy, females lying half atop my body. I had a morning piss erection, so I very carefully, very slowly, disentangled myself and exited the tent in the nude. I stepped back into the tree line, thankful for the isolation and privacy of this camping site, and noisily urinated in an upward arc into the understory ferns. To my surprise, despite at least five orgasms the previous night, my erection remained rampant. It ached, quite deeply, though. I used my shovel to poke about in the ashes of the fire to expose a few coals, then dropped the wood from the second bundle of firewood atop them. In moments I had a smoky, but warm fire burning. Hungry beyond belief, I delved into the Bronco and found my freeze dried bacon and eggs mix, along with freeze dried coffee. Ten minutes later, I had a substantial breakfast, and was still, surprisingly, erect! As I finished my breakfast, Andi emerged from the tent. Though I knew she was twenty-something, her nubile body appeared to be that of a girl. Her breasts were just A cups, her hips as slim as a prepubescent boy's, and her pixie haircut accentuated that impression. I poured her a cup of hot coffee, which she quickly downed. With that stimulant, she perked right up. I found her staring at my still persistent erection. "So, you fucked Denise and Bobbie last night. How would you like to try for a trifecta?" She pointedly stared at my suddenly darker prick. "Andi, if you want to give it a go, I'll be gentle." The next thing I knew, she was around the campfire and stroking my organ. She seemed fascinated with the fact that I was not circumcised. With each upward stroke, she rolled my foreskin over my glans. I knew what she wanted, so I picked her up and deposited her ass upon the picnic table. She lay back, limply, heels widely spread upon the edge of the table, spreading her thighs for maximal exposure Reaching down, I depressed my upward arcing erection and centered my now slick glans upon her tiny, hairless, slit. Taking it very easy, I pressed my glans against her slit. To my surprise, my blunted glans covered her entire slit, top to bottom! Thankfully, she was lubricating copiously, and I had emitted lots of slick lubricant as she had jacked at my prick, so, with surprising ease, I was able to force my slick, wide, glans past her inner labia and into her cunt. Andi squealed quite loudly as my glans split her open. I hoped that other campers would think that sound was one of some indigenous wildlife. I pressed further forward, sliding my broad glans a good inch deeper. At that point, I felt a barrier, her hymen. I paused, and waited for her to give me a signal to go ahead. When that signal didn't come, I stuck my left thumb into my mouth and thoroughly wetted it. Reaching down, I used my thumb to massage her tiny little clit back and forth. I did this patiently, until her hips were jerking up and down and she was entering her orgasm. At that point, I lurched forward, rupturing her hymen. She squealed, quite loudly. So I maintained my position for a minute or so. The next thing I knew, Denise appeared beside the picnic table, and bent down to suck loudly at each of Andi's nipples. A split second later, I felt Bonnie's mouth engulf my balls from the rear of my widely splayed legs. When I instinctively lurched forward, she didn't move with me, which stretched my balls almost painfully. Understanding that Bonnie was protecting Andi, I eased the tension on my balls by withdrawing a bit. Instantly, Denise shifted from Andi's nipples downward, and plunged her head into the juncture of my sexual connection with Andi. Her tongue flickered from Andi's clit to the top of my shaft, like fleshy lightning. In moments, Andi was humping upwards. Denise leaned her head forward, allowing me to plunge more deeply into Andi's incredibly tight cunt. I never fucked Andi, that day, with more than five inches of my prick. But eventually, that mere five inches brought her to a long series of powerful orgasms. Her little cunt contracted so powerfully, so tightly, that I came twice over the course of two hours! By the time we were each totally exhausted, I fell back from her, only to watch Denise and Bonnie vie for sucking her gaping, semen oozing, cunt dry! After that morning sex, I was limper than the proverbial noodle. The girls suggested that we hike across the shallow valley to the base of the waterfall. I agreed that would be enjoyable, but pointed out that we were short on food. I had not stocked the Bronco with the idea that I'd be needing food during my big city trip. And other than their wine, a bit of cheese and bread, and my stock of beer, we were nearly destitute in the food department. Andi, to my surprise, said, "Ok, I'm fucked out, and can't walk worth a shit after getting plowed by that big prick, so you guys take your hike and I'll go get some more supplies." Bonnie and Denise clapped their hands at that. As Andi departed in one of the Hondas, Denise, Bonnie, and myself headed down the hiking trail to the base of the falls. An hour later, when we arrived at the falls, Denise pointed out that we were totally alone. The mist at the base of the falls precluded any other camper from seeing us. This area was in a perpetual, dense, fog. So we cavorted and played in the cold water for an hour or so. At one point, I swam across the two hundred foot pool at the base of the falls, and found a way to access the area behind the falls. Of course I wasn't the first one there. I found some crude, inappropriate, graffiti in that hollowed area behind the falls. I dived back out through the falls, and convinced Denise and Bonnie to follow me back behind the vertical sheet of heavy water. They both loved the experience. The roar of the falls was almost white noise. But at the same time, the rather cold mist seemed to revitalize the ladies. The next thing I knew, they had my hiking shorts pulled down and were competing to see who could suck me to another orgasm. I set the rules, telling them that they would each get one minute, then the other would get one minute. Bonnie won! She gulped down my ejaculation as if it was the last source of moisture upon this planet! By the time we three returned to the campsite, Andi had also completed her chores. We all ate some fast food chicken, and then retired to the tent to explore our deepest sexual fantasies. At one point, when I realized that these girls were oriented towards making me ejaculate as quickly as possible, I put a halt to their goal. Thereafter, I insured that they would be required to meet my expectations. What surprised, and pleased, me during that Sunday and the following Monday, was that the girls became comfortable walking around without their dentures. It was almost as if they had come to realize that their mouths were not their primary sexual or social feature. By the time I was due back at Dr. Beth's office, I realized that Dr. Beth deserved some serious 'dick time'. During our next appointment, I soon had her lying down on her own operatory chair and was stroking her anal ring with great care, even as I used my right forefinger to thrum her clit. Dr. Beth came at least five times as I came within her ass twice. Next time, I'm going to get her oriented back towards her cunt.