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 Author: RUListenen
Title: Voyeur's Delight
Keywords: bb/ggg..., F/F, M/F, WS, VOY
Years ago when I taught Junior High two of my favorite students
disappeared for three days.  When the attendance clerk called home she was
advised that they had gotten on the bus each day.  Interviews of the bus
drivers revealed the boys had been delivered to school.  As their homeroom
teacher, I had reported them absent each day, as they uncharacteristically
didn't show up.  They didn't ride the bus home those days.  No one knew
what the two were up to.  It turned out that they were in the ceiling of
the girls' locker room!  They were finally caught when one girl noticed
movement in the ceiling tiles and screamed.  After a surprisingly short
three-day suspension, they returned to class.  When the one I shall call

Richie showed up at my door I asked, "So what did you see?"

   His eyes glazed over, and in an awed voice he said, "We saw
ev-e-r-ybody!" I am jealous to this day.

   The Gym is a large box of a building with locker rooms, coach's offices,
and showers for boys and girls, at either end of a basketball court.  The
building ceiling is about 30 feet high, but there are 8-foot drop-ceilings
in the locker areas.  Above the lockers are huge spaces housing heating and
air handling units.  Catwalks surround the equipment just above the locker
ceilings.  Access to these areas is via a locked door marked "Mechanical
Room" opening on stairs used by the building engineer.

   My two curious heroes one day discovered that by climbing from a bench
onto the lockers they could push the fiberboard-ceiling tile up and enter
the utility space.  Naturally they checked it out.  Their discovery turned
to gold when they spied an iron-rung ladder that went up the wall to the
top of the gym.  There was a four-foot open area between the roof and the
drop ceiling of the gym, 30 feet above the floor.  Wires, ductwork, and
plumbing ran across the ceiling attached to the trusses.  In the dim light
they could see across the gym to another ladder on the girls' side!  Fear
of falling 30 feet to a gym floor would not keep any healthy
jack-off-five-times-a-day 13 year-old away from a girl's locker room.  They
made a plan.

   The next day they got off the bus, went straight to the gym and into the
ceiling of the boys locker before homeroom, replacing the ceiling panel. 
They worked their way the length of the gym clinging to the trusses like
monkeys.  They made it safely, without falling through the gym ceiling.

   Richie and John lay quietly on the catwalk above the girls' lockers and
gently slid back the edges of some ceiling tiles in various strategic
places to leave cracks.  They could peek through the cracks into the locker
bays, toilet stalls, the community showers and the coach's office, just by
walking quietly around on the catwalk.  Displaced ceiling tiles were common
in the lockers from kids' horsing around.  It was dark in the catwalk area
so no one noticed the boys for three days.

   The above is true, and I have told the tale many times to other
teachers, but the details of what the boys saw are fantasies.

   Both boys were breathing hard as they jacked off in the dim light.  They
had each just seen their first naked girl ever since reaching puberty. 
Like most pubescent boys fantasizing about naked girls was just about the
only thing on their minds.  30 eleven-year olds had just left the locker
room empty, heading for gym class.  Motionless, holding their breath, the
boys had watched as the girls undressed and put on their gym uniforms. 
Some stripped naked and put on different panties and in some cases,
training bras.  Like any collection of pre-teens some were beautiful and
sexy.  Some were ordinary and an unfortunate few not pretty at all.  They
boys couldn't care less.  They couldn't believe their luck as their eyes
darted from pussy to pussy, titty to ass.

   "Hey John", Richie whispered when the girls were gone.  "Did you see
Mary Wells' pussy?  She's on the rag!  And all that hair.  Those tits.  She
should be in the tenth grade I think." Richie gasped and rolled over on his
side, slid a ceiling tile sideways and shot his first cum of the day down
on the white tile floor below.  The girls would step in it barefoot later
on.

   John replied, "I was watching the younger ones mostly, especially
Jeannie Mills.  She's only 10 I think, a grade ahead for some reason.  She
was scratching her slit, and didn't need any bra for her little tit bumps.
I wanna rape her someday".  He shot his cum onto the ceiling tile below
him, breathing hard.  Three days later the space would smell worse than a
peep show booth on an adult bookstore.  "Did you see Miss Johnson?  She
stood by her office door watching the girls the whole time.  She's a lezzie
I think.

   The door from the gym squeaked a little and the boys heard someone
enter. It was Miss Grinnel, the oldest (40?) gym teacher.  She headed for
one of the toilet stalls and they watched as she dropped her shorts to
squat over the toilet.  Her legs spread wide and the boys' jaws dropped
when she gushed a yellow stream.  She sighed as she let out her flow, then
leaned back and instead of wiping, started fingering herself.  She treated
the boys to their first-ever female orgasm, and then went back out to the
gym.

   "Oh shit, I don't believe that," John giggles as he starts whacking
himself again.  They lay still waiting for the girls to return and remove
their sweaty clothes after the gym class.  Each was reliving in his mind,
the sights they had already seen.

   In a few minutes, sure enough, they watch as the returning students
strip, grab towels and head for the showers.  The aroma of the overheated
girls in the crowded lockers drifted up to the boys as they feasted their
eyes.

   For three days they watched seven periods a day, twice each period as
the girls stripped.  They were so drained from jerking off that they
couldn't climb safely back across the gym ceiling.  They waited until the
last teacher left the office, and climbed down into the girl's locker room,
exiting to the rear onto the athletic fields.

   John preferred the young seventh graders.  Richie liked the older eighth
and ninth grades.  When the lockers were empty they quietly compared the
girls and the sights each had seen through the different view holes.  Both
loved spying on the three teachers.  Each afternoon they came in, pissed,
took showers and changed out of their gym clothes to go home.  It turned
out that Miss Grinnel and the younger (25) Miss Johnson were lovers and
they took turns "supervising" the girls stripping in the locker rooms.  The
boys watched in amazement as the two kissed and pawed each other in the
shower.  The lesbians discussed the relative bodies of the girls,
fantasizing about which ones they would like to play with.

   The first afternoon, Mrs.  Hertz (28) came in after the other two had
left.  She started to undress, showing the boys firm 36C tits and a trimmed
bush.  She was standing there naked when Mr.  Simmons the Principal walked
in and turned the bolt on the door lock.  She smiled at him as he
approached her.  They exchanged a deep kiss and the wide-eyed boys watched
her undress her boss for a fuck and suck session on one of the benches. 
She stifled a rather loud orgasm.  I suspect that their viewing this scene
had something to do with the light punishment they got for their misdeeds.

   John lay in a spot where he could see into one locker bay if his head
was turned left, and into a toilet stall if he turned right.  He watched as
the girls stripped, and then turned his head to watch the girls pee in the
toilet.  This fascinated him, and he began a life long fetish with
watersports.  A couple of times he pissed down on the locker floor so the
girls would walk in it, or sit naked on it where it splashed the bench.  He
spit down on a bench too.

   Two girls came in one time during a class.  One ran to the toilet
holding her crotch, but was too late.  "Shit, I pissed my pants", she
yelled.  "Not again?" said the other.  "I think you do it on purpose." "You
might be right.  It feels good." John watched as she yanked her pants off
and started pissing before she was even over the toilet.  She threw the wet
panties in the trash and the two left.  Later he retrieved the panties. 
That night he lay sniffing and tasting the undies, jerking out what little
cum he had left before he slept.

   One period two eighth graders got in a fight in the showers.  One was
accusing the other of flirting with her boyfriend.  A dozen naked girls
surrounded the two egging them on.  As the fight started a few started
fingering themselves, excited by the punching, hair pulling, scratching and
cursing.  Suddenly the two gay coaches entered, screaming at the onlookers
to clear out.  They each grabbed a fighter and pulled them apart.  The boys
noticed the women were none too gentle and "accidentally" managed to feel
little boobies and cunts as they began subduing the two naked crying
pre-teens.  The embarrassed two were made to sit in opposite chairs in the
coach's office, still naked, where they were ordered to apologize.  The
coaches leered at their two captives, while saying how disappointed they
were at the behavior.

   When the room was again empty Richie whispered, "That was awesome!" as
he stared down at a thin rivulet of blood left on the shower floor.  John
didn't answer, as he was busy, his hand flying up and down his rod.

   After school the second day, the girl's track team suited up.  Every one
was good looking, long legged and athletically built.  Even though they
were running on empty, both boys hardened up right away when one naked girl
challenged another, "You can sit on my face if you beat me in the hundred
today!" "Likewise, but you'll be sorry", said the other.

   The team returned to the lockers a half hour later and the boys watched
mesmerized as four of the team held down the challenger on a bench.  The
winner of the bet squatted over the losers face, with her ass right over
her nose.  She ground around a little, then lifted up and sprayed piss all
over her victim.  "You suck at the hundred," She said.  When they left
Richie again said, "Now, th-a-a-at was really awesome!" They both were
laughing so hard it was difficult to climb down safely.

   When they left John scored another set of panties that had fallen
unnoticed under the bench when the bet was satisfied.  Richie laughed as
John kept sniffing the pussy soaked silken garment as they walked home.

   The third day, the boys' sex education adventure was over at sixth
period when one frightened girl spotted them.  The lezzie Miss Grinnel, who
had been watching the girls, was up on the lockers and into the ceiling
before the two could get away.

   The vide-principal who disciplined them told me later that the boys were
so drained by their adventure that they seemed relieved to have been
caught. I've often wondered if the security flaw is still there.  The
custodians must have known about it.  If it's still there boys must be
still using it.  Everyone in the school knew of the incident, and the lore
must have come down through students since that time.