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This story contains adult material and is not suitable for minors.
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The Hapless Voyeur.

 Heart hammering in my chest, I surveyed the flight of stairs fearfully.  I
stood swathed in the comfortable darkness of Harbor House, the last male
boarding floor of St. Mary’s Public School.  Ahead of me lay the gateway to
an unexplored country; Steeple House, home to over forty teenage girls.
Needless to say, at 18 years old, this state of affairs weighed most heavily
on my mind (not to mention my trousers).  My nervousness was understandable,
for I was about to undertake a most difficult and perilous venture.  My
objective?  To invade the enemy territory and confront them on their own
ground.  In short, I was a Peeping Tom, although naturally I prefer the less
damning label of ‘voyeur’.  Steeling myself, I walked boldly across the
Harbor landing and mounted the stairs.
 Once inside, I paused for a moment to take stock of the situation.
Sunlight filtered down through windows in the roof, and the air was full of
the scent of perfume and fresh linen.  There was none of the bustle and
laughter that normally filled these corridors; this late in the afternoon
everyone was at games, essentially leaving the floor to me.  I fought back a
grin at the thought and walked to a window to peer at the grounds below.
Conscious of the still considerable risk of being caught, I peered
surreptitiously over the windowsill, and got lost for a moment in a parade
of flesh on the grass; fine sinewy thighs, white mini-skirts, sleeveless
blouses, pink lips and innocent eyes.
 With extreme difficulty, I tore myself away from this display and continued
my journey, I had a specific destination in mind.  My mind now firmly on the
business at hand, I passed dormitories with hardly a glance.  My concern lay
with the small two girl rooms allocated to older members of the community.
There it was, a seemingly inconsequential door painted a bland institution
cream, bearing the small notice ‘Alice Masters and Joanna Hunt’.  Joanna, my
Joanna.  I slipped inside her room in a daze.  We had barely spoken since
her recent arrival at the school, but I had admired her from the moment I
first laid eyes on her.  I’m not normally shy with girls; whilst I’m no male
model I’m certainly not homely and have nothing to be ashamed of.  Medium
height and build, with short brown hair and matching hazel eyes.  As I said,
nothing to be ashamed of, but I found that I simply could not approach her.
Not that I have any delusions concerning her purity, I hasten to add.
Joanna is no angel, and I’ve observed her with several different boyfriends.
But she was a vision of sexiness even amongst the youthful beauty of the
rest of the school.  Merely watching was quickly not enough, and I had to
explore her life further.  So I chose to sneak inside her room, and seek
solace by invading her privacy.
 The room was covered in posters of the usual teenage female variety;
scantily clad muscular men, and the occasional kitten or puppy.  There were
two beds pushed against opposite walls, each covered with carelessly thrown
clothes.  My breathing quickened slightly as I observed a bra and panties
strewn casually on the covers.  I sat down on the bed and picked them up for
a moment, running my fingers gently across the silky white material.  My
cock stirred and pulsed to life at the sensation, and I reached down to
stroke the bulge in my pants.  I confess I was on the point of yielding to
my lust and getting my dick out then and there, but something held me back.
As it turned out, this momentary hesitation was my salvation, for moments
later I heard movement outside.  Panic washed over me, and I cast her
underwear aside and looked around desperately for a hiding place.  My choice
was severely limited and in the space of a few heartbeats I realized that
there was nothing for it but to slide under the bed.  This I did with all
speed, just as Joanna strode into the room.
 My heart almost stopped at the sight of her, for she was at her most
lovely.  A lustrous halo of golden curls hung about her shoulders, framing
dark green eyes and full pouting red lips.  Her expression, slightly out of
sorts, told me she had been kicked off the hockey field for flirting with
the coach again.  I smiled fondly; she was ever insatiable.  But best of all
was her clothing, the standard school games kit.  A tight white blouse
strained to cover those substantial rounded breasts.  It was low cut and
unbuttoned, giving a clear view of the cleft between those glorious tits.
Long curvy legs vanished into a short white mini-skirt that ended inches
below her waist.  I strained my neck to see into the darkness underneath,
but sadly in vain.  Then, as if in direct answer to my thoughts, her hands
rose to the buttons of her blouse.  My cock surged to life again; she was
getting undressed.  Trainers and socks were kicked off, and she set to work
on the blouse.  In time that too fell to the floor, and she casually
unclasped her skirt and stood there before me.  My pulse pounded in my ears
as I gazed at shapely breasts, a tapering waist and a perfectly rounded
bottom.  All that shielded her nakedness from me was a skimpy white bra and
panties.  My hand clutched between my legs, and I quietly unzipped my flies.
My hard cock sprang out, over six inches of hot hard uncircumcised meat.  I
gripped it in my hand, and slid back the skin to expose a bulbous helmet.
Pre-cum beaded on my tip and I gently massaged it into the sensitive flesh.
Even blinded by lust the enormity of what I was doing hit me like a blow.
Here I was, hidden underneath a girl’s bed, about to wank over her
semi-naked body.  I would be expelled, reviled as a pervert by my
classmates.  The humiliation would be unbearable, but I could take no more.
Tightening my grip on my cock, I began to wank with short, hungry strokes.
I wanted nothing more than to cum in her presence.  Oh God, her bra fell to
the floor next, and I quickened the pace of my masturbation to a frenzy at
the sight of her ripe pink nipples against creamy flesh.  Then the panties,
slowly sliding off of a delicious peach of an arse and…there it was, the
rumors were true!  A perfectly naked shaven pussy.  This pushed me over the
edge, I managed a couple more frantic strokes and shot great gouts of
scolding cum over my fist.  A low moan escaped my lips, but failed to betray
my presence.  I was still caught in the grip of a tumultuous orgasm, and my
buttocks thrust unconsciously, banging my sensitive cock head against the
springs of the bed above me.  I was still shooting spunk like a fire
hydrant, and a long line of cum joined my tip and the underside of her bed.
It was all over my trousers and the carpet, a blanket of hot creamy seed.
 It was then that I lost my mind completely and devilment took over.  I
reached out to where her panties lay on the carpet next to me, and clasped
them against my cum drenched crotch.  I can honestly say I have never been
so turned on in my life as I wiped myself on this girl’s underwear.  The
rough lace edging dug into my blood gorged helmet, causing me to thrust
convulsively again and another stream of spunk flooded out.  The panties
were a mess, cold and sticky, but there was nothing for it but to put them
back where I found them, hoping she wouldn’t look to closely.  Reaching out
quickly again, I threw them gently, and they landed with a soft wet sound at
her feet.
 Then disaster.  Joanna glanced downwards, and reached towards my seed
drenched parcel.  She must have sensed my presence by now!  She held them up
before her, and there could be no doubt what had happened, I could smell the
musky scent of semen from her.
 A strange smirk marred her features, and to my amazement, she reached down
and carefully slipped them on.  An involuntary gasp escaped her lips as the
coldness pressed against her skin, and they left a slimy trail on her flesh
as she drew them up her legs.  I began to wank again.
 She turned to face the bed, my cum smeared on her legs and cunt, and looked
down directly at me.  There was no escape, and I lay in silence on the
floor, prick in hand and covered in cum.  The smirk broadened.
 “Is this what you wanted to see?”, she murmured in that deep throaty voice
of hers.
 I stared back, unable to speak.
 She laughed mockingly, touched a hand between her legs and tasted my load.
“Quite an amusing little show you put on for me there boy, albeit rather
blatant.  Honestly, whatever possessed you to hide under the bed?”.
 Again I was unable to answer, limp dicked and flushed red, squirming at her
gaze.  But words were unnecessary at this point.  Joanna turned away and
began to dress, still wearing that underwear.
 “I’m going to leave now”, she whispered to me as she moved, “but just
remember that you and I have unfinished business.  I’ve always wanted a
slave, and I’m sure you’ll do anything I want to stop me telling people what
a little pervert you are…isn’t that right?”.





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