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WARNING: READ THE ENTIRE INTRO THOROUGHLY
BEFORE READING ANY OF
MY STORIES SO THAT YOU WILL NOT BE OFFENDED BY
THE MATERIAL.

This story contains the graphical account of
semi-consensual sex between a woman and a
collage aged girl.

I am grateful to those who have shared their
experiences with me to serve as the basis for
these stories and I am always looking for more
true experiences from others to write about (so
email me your experiences).  The subject matter
I find most interesting deals with first time
experiences, innocence lost, lactation,
reluctance, and tribadism.

In these stories I seek to share what I believe
are beautiful, erotic and enlightening
experiences of real women.

I welcome your feedback and encouragement (pro
or con, but please be polite) at
wcollege2001@yahoo.com
Future stories will appear on my web site www.
geocities.com/wcollege2001
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"Firsts:  DENTIST"
by Ginny Walker, 2003

wcollege2001@yahoo.com
F/F 1st


This week was like a dream - a series of
improbable events that combined to produce the
most unexpected and unusual situation in my
life.  I was supposed to drive back from
Tallahassee to West Palm Beach on Tuesday,
after finishing my last final exam on Monday.
This marked the end of my Junior year at
Florida State University.  I was looking
forward to my last-ever summer break - that is,
after I endured the miserable experience of my
annual dental checkup and cleaning which was
scheduled for Wednesday back home.  But my
professor informed me three days prior that my
summer break would be one day shorter, as he
had experienced "technical difficulties" and
the exam couldn't be given until Tuesday.  I
wouldn't be arriving home until late the next
day which meant I had to reschedule my dentist
appointment.  I was hoping they'd reschedule me
for next year, but unfortunately they had an
opening on Thursday.

I coasted through my last exam and made it back
to West Palm for dinner on Tuesday.  I spent
the evening catching up with my folks before
heading off to bed, but not before getting in a
little last minute flossing.  The way my gums
bled, I knew I was going to get a lecture from
Debra for sure - she had been my dental
hygienist since I got my braces off 7 years ago.

I arrived at 9 AM and the receptionist called
me back just as I was half way into an
interesting magazine article - figures.  She
took me back to one of the rooms at the end of
the hall.  A minute later a blonde-haired, very
buxom, dental hygienist walks in wearing a
uniform that looked two sizes too small for her
shapely figure.  "Hi, I'm Shannon... looks like
you had to reschedule", she said as she flipped
through my folder, "Debra is off Thursdays so
I'll be taking care of you".  "Looks like we
are doing a cleaning and taking some bite-wings
today".  "Uh huh" was all I could manage to say.
 "That and torturing my gums with a metal
spike", stopped just short of my lips.

I sat in the chair while Shannon readied her
dental tray of all the sharp, metallic, torture
tools they use during cleanings.  I couldn't
help but notice her rock hard ass as it
appeared to seek escape from her tight white
skirt.  They must use her for male patients
instead of novocain I thought to myself.  I
noticed a picture on the counter next to one of
those plastic models of a set of teeth.  It was
a little boy in a baseball uniform.  "Is that
your son", I asked.  "Yes, that's Jeremy when
he was 5", she replied.  "Open", she ordered,
as she stood there holding a metal pick.

She began to scrape my lower teeth.  I was
flooded with two sensations:  the first was the
unbelievable force she was using on my teeth,
and the thought of where on my body that pick
would exit if she were to slip; the second was
the captivating fragrance of her perfume.
Shannon worked much closer than my other
hygienist, so close that I could smell her skin
and  I could also feel her arm leaning on mine.
The feel of her skin on mine felt awkward, yet
not unpleasant I thought, as she rubbed against
me when moving from tooth to tooth.  After
finishing my bottom teeth, she moved to the top.
 She told me to tip my head back a little so
she could see what she was doing - a good idea
I thought, considering the sharp point on that
scraper.  At one point she was working on my
wisdom teeth and was putting even more elbow
grease into her task.  In order to get a better
angle and more leverage, she ducked down
slightly from her position hovering over me.

I felt her breasts press into mine and I gasped
from the contact.  Apparently Shannon thought
it was my reaction to the pick because she said
sorry.  She continued to scrape my teeth with
vigor which only served to wriggle her breasts
into mine all the more.  By now I was becoming
flushed from embarrassment while simultaneously
becoming aroused from the contact.  I could
feel my nipples becoming revealingly hard as my
hands held the armrests in a tightening death-
grip.  I assumed my hard-to-reach wisdom teeth
must have had more tartar buildup than my front
teeth since she was taking much longer on these
teeth.  With no room to maneuver, I was
compelled to sit motionless as Shannon's
breasts mashed mine while she scraped - at
times wondering if her movement wasn't just a
bit excessive.

She finished scraping - thank god - and pulled
out three feet of dental floss (my second least
favorite part of a cleaning).  She began
flossing my upper, rear teeth.  After ramming
what felt like a piece of rope between my
molars and then down into my gum line nearly to
the jawbone, she pulled it out and wiped it
(along with some of my blood) on the paper bib
they put on you.  This was repeated on the next
two molars, but as she wiped the floss on the
bib, she wiped it right over my left breast.
This continued for all thirty-two of my teeth,
each time my nipple responding to her touch and
I was sure, exposing my arousal as she had to
be able to feel my hardening nipple.

Then she began to polish my teeth - this part I
could live with.  As she polished with her
turbo charged toothbrush and I grew tired of
staring at ceiling tiles, I looked at her face.
Her eyes were the most compelling crystal green
I had ever seen.  I found myself captivated by
them while she continued to polish my teeth.
Shannon rinsed my teeth with a water spray and
suction tube.  As she brought the bib up to pat
my lips dry her eyes met mine which were still
transfixed on hers.  There was an uncomfortably
long pause - then she leaned to me and kissed
my lips.  It was extremely awkward, she just
pressed her lips gently to mine and held them
there motionless for a moment before pulling
back.  Our eyes never broke contact with the
others - I was too wide-eyed to even blink.  A
second later, in the same matter-of-fact voice
she previously used she said, "Open".  With
that she again leaned to me and covered my
mouth with hers as I obeyed her command.  This
time it wasn't a questioning peck, it was a
decisive 
act, her tongue sensually slipping into my
mouth.   I felt it glide over the incredibly
slick pearl finish of my just polished teeth.
First she slid over the inside of my front
uppers, then along the outside of the side
uppers and finally onto the inside of my rear
molars, before scraping against the roof of my
mouth as she drew her tongue forward.  Hse was
using her mouth to survey my mouth more
thoroughly than any x-ray ever could.  After
several minutes of kissing me she suddenly
withdrew.  Her only words were "Let's take
those bite-wings", leaving me with a bizarre
sense of disappointment that I found to be
unsavory considering the unnatural and immoral
act that just transpired.

She put a lead apron over me and put the film
contraption way back into my mouth.  After
pointing the x-ray gun at me, she walked
outside the room and closed the door.  I heard
a short buzz and the she reentered the room.
She repeated this for two x-rays on each side
of my mouth.  After entering the room this
fourth time she closed the door behind her.
Shannon walked over to me, removed the last
film from my mouth, and pausing briefly to look
at  me, bent over and again kissed me.  My body
didn't need to be told what to do, it responded
on its own and I opened my mouth to receive her
warm probing tongue.  Shannon kissed me more
fervently, mashing her mouth over mine and
smearing her lipstick over and around my lips.
Our tongues played together and I felt Shannon
slide her hand under the lead apron where she
began to fondle my breasts.  I began to moan
softly from the pleasure of her tongue in my
mouth and her hand on my breasts.  We made out
like two high school sweethearts for what had
to be at least ten or fifteen minutes.

Eventually Shannon broke off the kiss.  She
proceeded to take a hold of the lead apron and
began to lift it off of me.  She had managed to
snag my blouse as well and it came untucked and
bunched up just under my bra as she lifted the
apron away.  Shannon began planting short
kisses all over my lips, then my chin, and
finally my neck.  She slid her hand under my
blouse where it came to lie upon my breast.
Shannon kneaded my sensisitve breast and
massaged my engorged teat through my bra.
Still kissing my neck, her hand moved over and
I felt her release the front clasp of my bra.
Immediately, her hand came to rest on my naked
breast and the feeling of her skin on my bare
nipple caused me to cream my panties.  Still
fondling my nipple, Shannon lifted her head up
and while gazing down at her hand upon my
breast simply said, "This is so beautiful".
Her words struck me like a little electric
shock - a second later I felt a lightening bolt
rip through me as Shannon brought her mouth
down onto my pink nipple.  Her 
kisses were tentative at first, only slight
pressure, her lips barely covering my puffy
areola.  Another shock passed through me as her
tongue grazed the tip of my nipple for the
first time.  She began to repeatedly flick my
nipple with her tongue bringing me closer to
the point of orgasm.  Her touch was so soft and
yet so perfect - she knew exactly where and how
to stimulate me.

Adjusting her position, Shannon continued to
suckle my breast as I felt her right knee press
in between my thighs.  The intensity of her
breast feeding increased and I began to make
repeated audible "ohhh..." sounds.  Sensing my
highly aroused condition, Shannon brought her
knee up and pressed it hard into my pussy.  The
pressure was driving me wild.  At that moment
Shannon spread her lips wide and took all of my
left breast into her hungry mouth, sucking hard
and pressing firmly on my nipple with her
tongue.  I swear my orgam actually started in
my nipple and shot down to my vagina.  I began
to buck wildly as I came under her touch - I
could feel my vagina flood my panties with my
hot, creamy cum.  The steady pressure of
Shannon's knee forced my soaked panties up into
my pussy.

Shannon resumed a gentle and rhythmic suckling
of my breasts as I came down from this teeth-
shattering orgasm.  I could smell the thick
scent of my sex fill the air.  Shannon released
my captive nipple from her mouth and was now
leaning next to me on the chair with her one
foot on the floor.  Still in shock, I didn't
know what to say or do.  Shannon, looked down
at my saliva-covered breast, the evidence of
our girl-play plainly visible as her lipstick
marks were strewn all over my breast and nipple.
 Then she slipped her hand inside my jeans and
down into my panties.  I felt the palm of her
hand slid down over my slit and I felt her
fingers touch just above my anus.  As she
slowly pulled her hand back, she pressed into
me and two fingers sank deep into my slit.  She
brought her fingers, glistening with my vaginal
syrup, to her mouth and sucked them.  "Mmmm..."
she uttered as she drew them out of her mouth,
making a popping sound as they exited her
puckered lips.  She then brought them to my my
lips and pressed them into my mouth.
I was repulsed as I
tasted myself for the first time - it wasn't
the flavor, I actually tasted somewhat pleasant
- it was the thought of it that seemed dirty to
me.

Shannon took a tissue and cleaned off her
lipstick from my mouth, then re-clasped my bra
for me, without first removing her lipstick or
saliva from my breast.  As I got up to leave, I
could feel my pussy oozing more of my cum into
my panties - it felt like I had peed my pants
and I could see a dark spot at the base of the
zipper to my jeans.  As I reached the door
Shannon said, "You have a loose filling - when
did you want to COME back and take care of it?"
(placing emphasis on the word come).  I made an
appointment for two weeks from now.


-THE END-


(The Next Appointment Cumming Soon)


by Ginny Walker, 2003
wcollege2001@yahoo.com
Future stories will appear on my web site www.
geocities.com/wcollege2001


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