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Subject: {ASSM} Stairway to heaven (voy, mf, mF
Date: Thu, 18 Dec 2003 15:10:06 -0500
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      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

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