Message-ID: <45906asstr$1071778206@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: chaucer48@aol.com (Chaucer48) X-Original-Message-ID: <20031218084704.21465.00000697@mb-m23.aol.com> X-Spamscanner: mailbox1.ucsd.edu (v1.4 Oct 30 2003 22:20:52, 3.8/5.0 2.60) X-Spam-Level: Level *** X-MailScanner: PASSED (v1.2.8 92498 hBIDlLXx095836 mailbox1.ucsd.edu) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 18 Dec 2003 13:47:04 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Stairway to heaven (voy, mf, mF Date: Thu, 18 Dec 2003 15:10:06 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hoisingr, dennyw This is a work of fiction, copyright held by the author. It is sexual in nature and may be offensive to some readers. If you do not like erotic stories of sex between children and between adults and children please do not read this story. For more stories contact me at Chaucer48@aol.com STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN A story by Geoff Chaucer Back when I was in elementary school I discovered that little girls and little boys were different, and before I even knew what the differences really were I discovered that I liked to look up little girls dresses. Nothing odd in that. It happens to most little boys. But most little boys don't get the chance to exercise their curiosity like I did when I discovered the stairway to heaven. I call it that because I found out that if I sat in the right place underneath it I could see clear to the heaven beneath all those dresses. The stairway was only five steps made of openwork steel with a steel mesh landing at the top. It was plunked up against the bungalow type building where my third grade class room was. It was closed off with fake brick all around, but, because I liked to explore dark places, I discovered I could go into the crawl space on the other side of the building and come out beneath the steel mesh landing. It was dark down there so it was hard to see down through the mesh, but seeing up was easy. I thought it was a pretty great thing to be able to watch people without being seen. I didn't even think about the position as opposed to dresses until a couple of girls, Cindy and Claudia, came up the steps and stopped for a moment on the landing right above me, and there they were. Girls' panties. With girls in them. Their strong little thighs clasped by the elastic of the leg holes. The curved cloth that hugged their little bottoms; and that tantalizing hint of something more beneath the narrow swath of cloth that ran between their legs. And then they were gone into the class room, and shortly after that recess was over and I had too go in too. At every recess, every lunch break, and after school for days I went back to my vantage point. I saw the panties of every girl in my third grade class and found out first hand that an eight year old could get blue balls even before he had working balls from having a hard on for hours at a time. Panties did that too me. They began to haunt my thoughts all the time, even to the place my little dick would get hard looking at the panty advertisements in the news paper. I knew there was something wonderful beneath those little swatches of cloth; something delicious between those legs. But I didn't know what it was! Until Kimberly Martin. Kimberly Martin was a tow headed little tomboy who played in the sand with the boys and got sand into her panties. I knew that because I had seen the sand grains clinging to her sweat damp thighs and to her panties where the cloth went between her legs. One day she must have gotten more sand than usual into her panties because when she walked up the steps I saw that she had taken the panties off. For the first time I saw what was beneath that tantalizing Vee of cloth that so held my attention. For the first time I saw a pussy. There was no hair on it of course, but the lips were slightly swollen and red because Kimberly had wiped at them to try to get the sand out from between them. She hadn't succeeded completely. Grains of sand still clung to her perspiration damp pussy, and because of that she stopped on the landing, looked around to see that no one was watching, then spread her feet apart a little and brought her hand beneath her dress. Quick as a wink she dragged two fingers between the lips spreading them open to wipe the sand out. It wasn't enough. She still didn't get it all so she opened the lips with her two fingers and brought the other hand down to brush and wipe. And I saw it all. The still cherry opening into her womb; the pink inner lips; the tiny button of her clit; even the puckered flower of her anus. All of it! Then she was done. The sand was gone, Kimberly brought her hands out from beneath her dress and looked around again to make sure no one had seen, and no one had-- except me. Miss Forbes was my third grade teacher. She seemed very old to me then, but I know now that she was very young. But old or young I knew I was in love with her. I sat at my desk day after day and gazed at her lovely face. Her hair was gingery and cut short. She had green eyes that an eight year old, or an eighty year old, could get lost in with no trouble at all. Her skin was creamy white and there was a dusting of freckles across her nose. As I think back she probably wasn't as beautiful as I remember because she was a little heavy, but I was in love with her anyway. Platonic love of course. I never even connected her with the girls whose panties I so loved to look at until one day when she stepped out onto the mesh landing to look out over the play ground. As usual I was sitting beneath the stair and when I looked up there was Miss Forbes. She had come out in response to some squabble on the playground and she leaned over the rail of the stair to speak to the offending parties. It exposed everything under her skirt. She was wearing stockings that reached up to the middle of her thigh. They were held in place by a garter belt. That was a wonder right out of the catalogue ads, but more was the fact that her panties were not white or pink, which were the colors little girls wore. Miss Forbes panties were lavender lace, and they seemed thinner somehow. Less opaque than the cotton panties of the girls. Hers seemed positively gauzy by comparison and through that gauzy curtain I could see something. Something like a shadowy cloud around her pussy, and peeking out of the leg holes between her legs there were wisps of reddish hair. The shimmering lavender panties hugged the cheeks of her bottom. They wrapped themselves around those globes of flesh and narrowed to slip between them. A special seam was run up the center of the back to make sure the separation of the cheeks was clear. In a moment or two Miss Forbes turned and went back into the class room. The tension that had been in me evaporated. I realized that I had been holding my breath and let it out with a puff. The sound of a quickly indrawn breath was like a knife in my heart. I looked up and there was Kimberly Martin looking down at me. There was no doubt that she saw me and I thought she would run into the class room to tell on me, but she didn't. Instead her face lit up with a mischievous grin and she crooked her finger at me to call me to her. I crawled across the width of the building and out the access then went around to find Kimberly still waiting. "What were you doing down there?" She said. I'm sure I blushed and stammered. I know I didn't answer. "You were looking at my panties, weren't you." she said. I nodded, figuring that it was better for her to think that than to know I was really looking at Miss Forbes panties. She leaned forward and whispered, "I'll show you some more if you'll show me." That afternoon in Kimberly Martin's garage she and I did some mutual exploring. She let me touch her pussy and she touched my dick and then I asked if I could kiss her pussy. She nodded and I got down on my knees in front of her, then brought my face up close to the dark divide of her vulva. I took a second to really look close at her. There was a little fine white fuzz around her mons and it ran down onto the lips; not true pubic hair, just pre-pubescent fuzz. I tried to think of her pussy with red hair on it, but I had only seen wisps on Miss Forbes pussy so I couldn't get a true picture in my mind. The lips of Kimberly's pussy were tight together, and tight against her pubic bone without any fleshy swelling of her mons. I brought my mouth to it and kissed the top of the slit. The smell of it was salty-sweet; not like the smell of a grown woman but still delicious -- so delicious that I could not help putting my tongue out and poking the tip between the lips of her eight year old pussy. The taste of it was wonderful beyond anything I could have imagined! Salty perspiration, bitter-salty pee, and the sour, delectable, indefinable taste of the female. When my tongue slipped into Kimberly's slit she shivered and said "ooh. That tickles. Do it some more." "OK," I said, and pushed my tongue harder into her slit. "Ooh," she said again and moved her legs apart. I licked up and down her pussy from her puckery cinnamon colored ass hole to the tiny pink nub of her clit until it was all slick with my saliva and there was a new, more salty, almost fishy taste that I wanted to taste more of. It made my heart beat faster and made heat and chills shoot through me. My little dick was so hard that it felt like it would burst. The taste was strongest near the opening just above her ass hole so I concentrated on that for a moment, jamming my tongue tip through the tight opening beneath her maiden head. The tasty juice suddenly seemed to burst forth and Kimberly humped her hips forward to let my tongue go deeper. "Ooh, ooh, ooh!" she said. "That feels so good!" I pulled my face away, my chin slick with our mingled juices. "No don't stop," she said. "I'll do it some more in a little while. But I want you to kiss me down there too." Kimberly looked down at me with a curious look on her face. "OK," she said, and I stood up. In a moment she knelt down before me as I had before her and, as I had done, she took the opportunity to examine me closely. She brought her fingers up and touched my straining stiff dick. The head was red and swollen bigger than the shaft. "Is it always like this?" she asked. "No. Sometimes its little, but when I see panties, or even think about them sometimes it gets like this." "Does it hurt? Its all red." "No it feels good sorta. Kiss it." She leaned forward and gave the tip a tiny peck. "Not like that. A lot, like I did for you." "It smells funny." "Come on. I did it for you-- and I'll do it some more after you do some for me." "Promise?" "I promise. I promise. I liked it. I bet you will too. Go ahead." She made a face, wrinkling up her nose, but she moved in and let the head slide between her slightly open lips. Her warm breath was like silk rubbing over my loins. I could feel it from my belly button to my balls. She opened her mouth a little more and let my dick slip in. Her tongue tip accidentally touched my glans and the feeling was like a delicious electric shock that made my hips hump forward. It drove my dick deeper into her mouth. Her lips were almost against my body, and her eyes were wide in surprise. She pulled back almost instantly, her mouth in a tight little O of surprise. The suction of her withdrawal felt like it would cause the head of my dick to explode. I could feel my still empty testes sack draw tight and the rhythmic clenching of the muscles between my ball sack and my asshole. I groaned with the pleasure of it. Kimberly's mother chose that instant, when Kimberly was kneeling, naked, before me, mouth slightly open, eyes locked on my dick, to call her daughter. "Quick, hide" Kimberly said, and I grabbed my clothes and ducked behind a work bench. Not a moment too soon. Mrs. Martin came into the garage and caught Kimberly still naked. "What are you doing?" Mrs. Martin asked, shocked, but not so shocked as you might expect. "Nothing Momma," Kimberly answered. "Are you playing with your pussy again? I've told you to keep your fingers out of there!" "I wasn't!" "Get in the house! Right now!" Kimberly ran out the side door of the garage and to the back door of the house still naked while I held my breath. Her mother gathered up her clothes with one swoop of her hand and followed her daughter. When my heart stopped pounding and my dick had shrunk to the size of a meal worm, I put my clothes on and sneaked out of the garage. That evening in bed I did my first personal exploration of my dick, and as I petted and stroked it the remembered look and smell and taste of Kimberly Martin made it almost as though she were there beside me. One day after school a man, a soldier, came to visit Miss Forbes. Her boy friend. She was very happy to see him, happy to distraction. She did not notice that I was still sitting in the class room writing the spelling words I had missed (a lot of them) ten times each. The soldier closed the door as he came through it, and when Miss Forbes saw him she bounced up from her desk, ran to him and leapt into his arms. She threw her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. It knocked his cap off, but they did not notice. They kissed hard and the soldier kept walking until they bumped into Miss Forbes desk. Her bottom slid onto the top and when her weight was settled the soldier let his hands slide down from her waist and beneath Miss Forbes'dress. He lifted it high enough for me to see stocking tops, then garters, then panties, and when it was high enough he slid his hands beneath the waistband of Miss Forbes panties to push them down. The wonderful milky white of her hip was exposed, then the curve of her bottom as the panties, pink lacy ones, slid down. The soldier could not slide the panties all the way off because of the garter but he got them down enough so that they did not interfere when he moved his hand around between Miss Forbes legs. I could not really see what he was doing because clothes and hands and angle were blocking. I got a glimpse of pubic hair and wetness, and then his fingers went inside her. Miss Forbes moaned and the sound was like a silky slippery tongue running around the head of my dick. I almost moaned myself but I didn't. I was afraid Miss Forbes would remember that I was there, but there was really no danger of that. The soldiers fingers were the only thing she was thinking about right then. He moved them inside her and she moaned more and shuddered. "Oh Harv," she moaned. "Oh Harv!" Then she turned her head a little so that Harv the soldier could kiss her neck and her eyes fell on me. "Oh Harv, stop. Stop! We aren't alone!" The soldier straightened up and pulled his fingers out of Miss Forbes so swiftly there was a squishy pop. I didn't wait for whatever was going to happen next. I ran for the door. I heard them come out the door as I ran out, but I did not notice if they followed. I ran down the steps and around the building to the crawl space access. There was no thought of going to the stairway, only of sliding into the dark crawl space to hide where no one could find me. Sitting in the dark beneath the floor I thought of Miss Forbes' legs locked around the soldier's waist and of the pale flesh of her; of the way the soldier had pushed her panties down and pushed his fingers into her pussy. My thoughts were so intense that I didn't at first notice the thumping noise from above me and when I did, I didn't understand what it was. I did understand that the noise meant someone was still in the classroom above me. On the off chance it might be Miss Forbes I crawled to the place beneath the stairs to watch. I had almost given up when the door opened and the soldier stepped out. He paused a moment and turned back. "I'll see you tonight," he said, then turned and went down the stairs. A moment later Miss Forbes came out like she had that other time and leaned upon the rail the same way, only this time she wasn't wearing stockings, garter belt, or panties. She stood with her legs akimbo. Her pussy was completely exposed. The curly hair on her mons was sparse. It was a darker red than the hair on her head, and it was made darker still by the dampness of sweat, and of something else which caused the hair to bunch into dark ringlets and stick to her smooth flesh. Even the tops of her thighs near her pussy were shiny wet. She stood with her hips hunched back. Excitement had caused the lips to swell a little and separate. For the same reason the inside lips were separated and I could see the opening into her womb. Her whole womanhood was open to my eyes, and as I looked a pearly drop slid out of her womb and oozed slowly down. It was like a tiny ball attached to a thread of spider silk. The drop fell down, hit one of the mesh branches, hung a moment then dripped like cloudy white honey. I reached my finger up to touch it and found myself looking directly into Miss Forbes' eyes. My heart stopped. "Come inside," she said. Inside Miss Forbes sat on the edge of her desk with her legs stretched out in front of her. When I came in I started to go to my usual seat in the back of the room, but she said "No. Come and sit up here." She pointed to a chair right in front of her. I went and sat. The desk was so close to her that I could smell the tart sweet aroma of her. "You've been sitting down there for a long time," she said. "Days and days." I didn't answer. "It's OK. I understand. You want to see under girls dresses. You want to see their pussies." I swallowed hard, surprised to hear her use that dirty, that sacred, word. She looked at me for a long time without saying anything, then said, "You saw Harv, the soldier, and me. That's not good. It could get me in trouble if you told anyone." "I'd never tell." I said. She smiled. "I didn't think you would, and because you are a good boy and won't tell, I'm going to reward you." "I don't understand." "You have been sitting under the stairs because you want to see girls pussies haven't you?" I looked down and nodded. "Would you like to see mine better?" she asked. I couldn't believe what my ears had heard, but my little dick believed it. "Could I?" She smiled again then went and locked the door. She came back to her desk and called me around to where her chair was. "You go under there," she said and pointed under the desk. "If some one comes you be very quiet until they are gone," she said. I nodded and crawled into the knee hole of the desk. A moment later Miss Forbes sat down and scooted her chair into the knee hole. When her legs were under she pulled her dress up and opened her knees, then picked up her heels and hooked them on the cross bar of the chair. Enough light spilled into the knee hole so that I could see perfectly. The red fringed lips of her pussy were swollen from making love and they were opened the width of two fingers. The inner lips were engorged and red like steak. At the top, where those lips met there was a little thing sticking out from a wrinkly little nest of flesh. The whole of her pussy, the lips, the hair on it, even the inside of her thighs were shiny wet; and the scent of it was indescribable. A mix of cinnamon, sour apples, pee, and the way my hand smelled after I had been handling my dick. I could not help myself. I reached up and touched the pointy nub at the top of it. "Ooh!" Miss Forbes said, just like Kimberly had. "I'm sorry," I said, and snatched my hand back. "No, it's all right. You can touch if you want. You can even kiss it if you want." She slid her hips forward on the chair so that her pussy was close to my face. "Can you reach it better now?" For an answer I put out my tongue and licked from her asshole all the way up and into the wet pussy curls on her mons. The taste of it was wonderful! A mix of her juices and a thicker, more oily juice that I knew must be the same pearl honey I had seen dripping out of her before. My cheeks slid against the insides of her thighs, lubricated by the juice which had come from inside her. "AAAH!" She said. "That is so good! Eat me baby! Eat my cunt! Taste my cum!" I licked harder, especially around the little nub because she seemed to like it best there, but I also made sure to lick and stick my tongue in the hole between the inside lips. The taste of the juice coming from inside her was like the salty fishy taste of Kimberly 's pussy, but richer and thicker and there was so much more of it! It flowed out of her like a river. So much of it that, though I tried to swallow as much of it as I could a lot of it ran down my chin. "Oh, Oh, Oh," she moaned. Her hips began to jump forward to meet my lapping tongue and after a little she put her hands on the back of my head and pressed my face deep between her pussy lips. I licked harder. The nubbin of her clit swelled as she humped my face and, without being told I began sucking it. "OHYESOHYESOHYES!" she cried and her rhythmic hunching against my mouth lost all its rhythm. Her thighs clenched my head and her hands jammed my face harder into the slippery, aromatic, dripping heaven between her legs until I could hardly breath. A squirt of bitter liquid touched my lips and I knew that she had been so excited that she had let a squirt of pee escape into my mouth. And then it was done. All the shaking, humping ridgity went out of her, and her thighs opened to release my head. I kept licking for a second, but she said, "OK, stop now. Stop." and I did. I leaned back a little to look at her pussy again. It was more wet than before and the nub of her clit was swollen to the size of the tip if my little finger. She closed her legs, scooted the chair back and looked into my face. "No one has ever eaten my cunt like that." She said. "It tasted good. I would like to do it somemore. Your pee pee even tasted good." "My pee pee?" "At the end. You went pee pee in my mouth." She stared at me for a moment, then shook her head. "No one has ever made me lose control like that. No one. You are a very talented boy." I'm sure I blushed. "Come out of there," she said, and I did. "Take down your pants" she commanded. I hesitated because my dick was sticking straight out. "It's all right," she said. "I know your cock is hard and you think it's funny looking, but I promise I won't laugh and you will like what is going to happen." I did what she told me, and when my dick sprang out of my underwear she said, "Ah," as though she liked what she saw. She reached out and gently ran her finger over the head of it then down beneath the head to the glans. The feeling was so wonderful that I flinched back. She smiled. "Does that feel good?" I nodded. "How about this?" She ran a soft finger down the shaft to my still empty ball sack and paused a moment to caress all around it. She was so gentle and her hands were so soft that it was like being petted with velvet. Then she said, "Spread your legs a little more." I did and she ran her finger on back between my ass cheeks. Her finger tip tickled my ass hole for a moment then pulled back. She took her hands down and I thought my reward was all finished, but Miss Forbes slid down out of the seat of her chair and sat on the floor directly before me. My dick was an inch from her face. "Don't worry," she said. "I won't bite you or any thing. You'll like it." Then she put out her pink tongue tip and touched it to the opening at the end of my dick. I could not help hunching my hips forward to jam my swollen dick between her lips, but the instant I did I was afraid it would offend her. It didn't. She laughed deep in her throat and tightened her lips. I could feel her tongue running along the bottom of the shaft as she took more and more of me slowly into her mouth. At last her lips were completely against my body in a kiss which almost made me faint. Her tongue pushed out and touched my ball sack, then she pulled back a centimeter at a time sucking with a steady pressure. It felt as though my dick was turning inside out with pleasure. She let my dick come out of her mouth and I said, "No please don't stop. Do it some more." She smiled. "In a minute" she said then stuck her finger into her mouth and wet it. When she took it out she sucked my dick back into her mouth and began the same agonizing suck slide that she had done before, and as she did that she took her wet finger and tickled my ass hole. After a moment she gently pushed the tip of her finger past the sphincter and into my ass. It was as though her finger turned on a switch when it slipped into me. I began humping her mouth hard. My hands were buried in her gingery hair so that she could not do anything but continue to suck my dick and finger my ass, but she did not try to get away. She laughed that same deep laugh and the vibration of it made her sucking sliding mouth and tickling tongue buzz along the whole length of me. A feeling like I had never felt before was building behind my balls. I could feel the electricity of it from my toes all the way to my hair. I could taste it in the nectars she had left in my mouth; the knot of pleasure was growing tighter between her lips and her finger. Miss Forbes could feel it build too and as I looked into her green eyes I saw the wicked smile of anticipation. "Oh!" I said, just like Kimberly and like Miss Forbes had. "Oh, yes. Don't stop! Ahhhhhh!" The clenching spasms came wave on wave, and in perfect rhythm, she drew her smiling, shining-wet lips up and down the length of my childish dick, and pushed her finger deeper into my ass. At last it was done. Of course there was no cum. That part of my sexual development lagged behind the mental part, but that did not make the feeling less intense. As the spasms of ecstasy receded Miss Forbes slowly unsheathed my dick from her mouth and her finger from my ass hole. She twirled her tongue's point around the head of my still hard dick, and smiled at the way my hips eased forward into the feeling. "Now then," Miss Forbes said, sitting back in her chair. "Pull up your pants." I did. "Did you like that?" she asked. I nodded. "You must never tell what Harv and I were doing, and you must especially never tell what we did today. We would both be in a lot of trouble. Me more than you." "I promise I'll never tell any one." "Not even when your big and want to make the other boys think you are something special?" "No Mam! I won't ever tell." "Good boy. Now then, you must go home and study your spelling more. You're a very bright boy. You should do better." "Yes Mam," I said and headed for the door, but before I went out I turned back. "Miss Forbes, can I still sit under the steps?" She smiled. "You should play with the other children more, but you can still look at girls panties sometimes." "Even yours?" "Of course, and maybe sometimes I won't wear any so that you can see my pussy." "Will you let me kiss between your legs again sometime?" "Did you really like it that much?" "Yes Mam." "Then perhaps you can. We'll see." Miss Forbes only continued as my teacher for another few months. After that she left to marry the soldier called Harv, but before she left I kissed her pussy several more times. Miss Forbes would come out to the landing when she knew I was below and stand with her legs akimbo. When she wore panties I simply enjoyed the view, but when she showed me her ginger haired pussy I knew it was time to stay after school. After Miss Forbes left I showed Kimberly Martin how to give a proper kiss to my dick. She also got benefit of the lessons I got from Miss Forbes. THE END -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+