~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)...