
~Subject: Sally1.txt  (mf,ff,pedo,cons?)
~From: strella951@aol.com (Strella951)
~Date: 14 Oct 1995 07:30:52 -0400
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

This fictional story is intended ONLY for open-minded readers over the age
of
18. If you are offended by sexually explicit material, stop now. You have
been warned.

Part One- Sally and the Warden



She would always remember the hands, and the memory would always give her
a
special feeling of warmth and well-being. She'd been sent to the orphanage
as
a small child when her parents, neither of whom she was particularly fond
of,
had run off without her. Those first few nights were lonely though, until
the
hands. The dormitory was kept very dark. The children were segregated in
wards according to age groups. Sally was in the 5  to 9 area and slept on
a
cot in a large room containing some 20 other cots. A few nights after she
arrived, she heard soft, rustling noises. No voices spoke,but she felt the
sheet and blanket pulled back. Hands raised her nightie. She wore  no
panties--that was one of the rules, no panties to bed. Hands spread her
legs,
fingers stroked the place between her legs. Hands reached under her
nightie
to tweak her nipples. When she reached for the hands, someone caught her
arms
and held them above her head. The fingers continued stroking, probing
between
her smooth labia, finding that button she so liked to play with herself.
Then, what felt like amouth, a warm, wet mouth, a tongue--licking her down
there, making her feel all tickley and happy.

Almost every night the hands were there. She did not know to whom they
belonged, perhaps any of the guards or matrons, perhaps more than one at a
time. And so it went for the first years. Each night she hoped for the
hands
that would caress her still child-like body and make her feel that way
again.
On those occasions when she would feel suddenly moved to moan or cry out,
a
mouth would cover hers, sometimes a soft mouth, sometimes a mouth with a
moustache or a beard that scraped her face.

Just after her 10th birthday, Sally was sent to the next oldest group--the
10-13 year olds. Here, the boys and girls were no longer separated, and,
for
some reason, no privacy was offered or permitted, although the boys were
on
one side of the big room and the girls on the other. She later realized
that
this was more for the convenience of the nightly visitors than anything
else--so they would know what gender would be in the beds they visited.
Sally
had her first chance to see penises--many of them, and they fascinated
her.
Her first contact with one came just two nights after the move. The hands
were there again, but this time there was more. The bedsprings creaked as
weight was added, someone straddling her. A soft-skinned, hard pole was
rubbed all over her face...a low, rumbling voice said, "Lick my cock,
little
girl, stick out your tongue and lick it." Fingers continued to play in her
damp crotch, and Sally did as she was told. She licked the big fat head of
the thing, even opening her mouth wide when he tried to  push it in a
little.
Finally the voice said, "Good little girls get some candy for their
reward---some cock candy." Hot, sticky, gooey stuff began to come out of
the
thing in her mouth, and at the same moment, her own orgasm hit her in
waves.
She opened her mouth wider to moan and swallowed every bit of the "cock
candy."

That was Sally's routine for the next several months--classes and playtime
in
the day, the visitors at night. One evening, a shade that was not quite
pulled down allowed a bit of moonlight in the room and, before someone
reached to close it, she saw at least half a dozen figures moving about
the
room, maybe more. The next day she got up the courage to ask one of the
boys
in her ward if he knew about the visitors. "Hell, yes," he smirked,
someone
sucks my cock almost every night. And  I turn 14 next month." When Sally
didn't seem to understand the significance of this comment, he sneered at
her
ignorance. "I get to fuck real pussy then," he confided with a
grin..."maybe
I'll even get to fuck yours." Now Sally had heard the word, pussy, before
and
it sent a tingle through her that she didn't quite understand. She had not
quite made the entire connection before, but now it was very clear. At
some
point, probably before long...someone would put a cock in her pussy. It
was a
little scary, but if it felt as good as the fingers...well...

After her 11th birthday, the mystery was solved, at least from a
mechanical
point of view. Sally and her fellow 11-year-olds were sent to sex class.
The
older boys called it "fucking class." At each 90-minute lecture and slide
show, the class was taught both mechanics and technique, as well as
vocabulary. Dick, cock, rod, penis, manhood, fuckstick, meat, ...pussy,
cunt,
fuckhole, box, snatch, love tunnel....fuck, bang, ride, pound, suck,
assfuck,
ream.....cocksucker, bitch, whore, slut, sex toy......

They were all encouraged to masturbate during the class, and Sally noticed
that the boys were usually quick to do so when the slides went from
anatomy
illustrations to scenes of actual fucking. They were shown all the
positions,
clearly demonstrated by adults and children. Sally was amazed at the
slides
and films of women licking each other's genitals, but it looked like it
would
feel good. There were scenes of men sucking men, men fucking
men, women fucking women with strap-on dildos, two men fucking one woman,
ass
fucking, men licking out young pussies, and so on. Before the last
half-hour
expired, Sally invariably could not resist slipping her hand into the
white
cotton panties that were part of the regulation uniform for girls (along
with
sheer white cotton blouses with peter pan collars, and very short pleated
skirts that barely came down over their bottoms.

The students were frequently warned that one rule was inviolable--NO
experimentation with each other without permission and supervision. Rarely
was this rule broken, and word of the severe whippings that were meted out
to
those who were caught kept most students in line. Semi-annual pelvic exams
were required for the girls. Sally didn't know if the boys had exams. But
on
the appointed day she would report to the on-staff gynecologist's office,
remove her clothes and recline, naked, on the examining table. A nurse
would
put her feet in the stirrups, fondling her crack a bit and smiling. Then
the
doctor would come in. "So let's see how our little pussy, Sally, is
today,"
he would say, laughing, his fingers spreading her open, probing. He used
some
cold metal instrument to look up her vagina, nodding with satisfaction.
"Nice
snatch," he'd said the last time and, turning to the nurse, "I wouldn't
mind
getting first crack at this cherry." Sally wasn't quite sure what that
would
entail, but the look in his eyes when he handled her struck a chord. The
nurse just giggled and replied, "It's the luck of the draw, Doc, unless
the
Warden wants it for himself." The doctor sighed and nodded and stood up to
put his hands over her nipples and press on her chest. "Tits getting
started," he muttered as the nurse made a note on the chart. "Shouldn't be
too long before she's got some A-cups there." He looked down at her. "Bet
you'd like some meat up that little snatch wouldn't you?" And then, if
Sally
was lucky, and the doctor was in the mood, he would resume his seat on the
stool with wheels and lick her pussy until she came. As Sally got dressed,
the nurse would kneel and take the doctor's dick in her mouth.

Those were the days, and the nights were still filled with hands that
rubbed
and caresssed, and parted her legs....and cocks that came in her mouth,
and
one night, even a pussy lowered over her face for her to suck and lick and
rub her face around in. Sally loved the nights.

(And the story continues, from the Warden's perspective)...


