Story: Voyeur   
      
      
      
      
      
   (mg, MMF, mF, Mg)   
      
      
      
   This story is simply a work of imagination...fantasy fiction that does   
   not portray anyone or anything that really happened, or should happen.   
   If you are under the age of 18, live in a jurisdiction where reading   
   erotic stories would be considered illegal, or are just plain offended   
   by material of a sexual nature, then stop now and don’t read this.   
      
      
      
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   ©2005-2006 STEVESAINT   
      
      
      
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   A 12-year-old Lolita, that’s what she is.  My live-in girlfriend Stacy’s   
   daughter is a lithe prepubescent nymphet who uses every chance she gets   
   to drive me sexually crazy.  Angie manages to wear the skimpiest, most   
   provocative clothing when I’m around; I always get at least one “oops”   
   panty-shot whenever she’s wearing a skirt or dress.  Unbelievably, her   
   mother lets her wear a tiny string bikini with flimsy bra panels no   
   bigger than postage stamps.  Angie always exaggerates her strut when   
   she’s out by the pool in my presence, her tight little ass out there for   
   all to see, and her little-girl points noticeably poking at their skimpy   
   covering.  I confront my girlfriend about her daughter’s clothing and   
   behavior, but she just laughs and says it’s a “girl-growing-up thing”   
   and it shouldn’t bother me like it does.  I know what she’s doing to me;   
   what about all the boys at school?  Can a 12-year-old be sexually   
   active?  I called her prepubescent earlier, but how can this old fart   
   know?  Girls seem to reach puberty much sooner than they did when I was   
   a kid.   
      
      
      
   The daily teasing reaches its pinnacle the day she walked into the house   
   from the pool topless, knowing her mother had gone shopping and leaving   
   us alone.  I didn’t know what to say; I just stared.   
      
      
      
   She nonchalantly walked over to the fridge to get a soda and said,   
   “What’s the matter?”  She pauses to take a sip from the soda can; “It’s   
   not like I have big boobs to show off or anything…besides, Mom’s got big   
   boobs and she goes topless all the time around the pool when you’re not   
   home.”   
      
      
      
   What’s this about topless when I’m not around?  I simply shoo her away   
   to her room to get dressed, not attempting to address the fact her   
   little “boobs” were very worth showing off, indeed.  They’re lovely   
   little budding cones, centered by pink areolas with cute tiny   
   nipples…shit, I have to stop thinking about what I saw or I’ll get an   
   erection.  Little did Stacy know my heightened state of arousal lately   
   was fueled by fantasies of her daughter.   
      
      
      
   She’s done it, I think; she’s driven me over the edge.   
      
      
      
   The following Saturday, with both Stacy and Angie out for the day, I   
   rigged a hidden camera in Angie’s bedroom.  I was hypnotized by the   
   mystery that was Angie’s little body, and I was going to spy on it.  The   
   web-cam would send video (no audio) to my computer, where I could watch   
   it live or record the feed for later viewing.  The next day I retreated   
   to the computer room—my “den”—to watch what was recorded from the prior   
   evening.  The den was understood to be my sanctuary; Stacy knows not to   
   bother me when I’m in there.  I watched the video in amazement, as Angie   
   pranced around her bedroom in only her panties.  The real show began   
   when she pulled an old, tattered Playgirl magazine from under her   
   mattress and stripped off her panties.  Where did the magazine come   
   from, I wonder?  Her little girl ass and bald pussy were beautiful to   
   behold!  She lay on the bed and began leafing through the magazine until   
   she found a photo layout she liked.  While gazing at the pictures of   
   some well-hung hunk, she began stroking herself, first slowly, and then   
   increasing the intensity until she climaxed in what must have been a   
   powerful orgasm.  Her whole body convulsed as she arched her back and   
   plunged one or two fingers deep into her pussy.  Without realizing it, I   
   had dropped my pants and was jerking off at the sight before me,   
   spraying jism all over the computer table.  Hiking my pants back up and   
   cleaning up my mess, I ponder the mysteries that will unfold before me   
   every night on the computer.   
      
      
      
   Stacy really surprised me the following Friday night.  Angie announced   
   she had invited a boy over to help with her homework that evening.  The   
   shock came when I see the boy is obviously a couple of years older than   
   Angie and Stacy is allowing them to be in Angie’s room with the door   
   closed.  Is she so naïve?  I not only know what’s going to go on in   
   there, I’m going to be able to watch it!   Saturday morning I couldn’t   
   wait to see what the computer had recorded.  The kids waste no time at   
   all, as soon as the bedroom door is closed she’s stripping off his   
   shirt, and before long they’re naked and fucking.  What a turn-on to see   
   this boy (how old is he—14, 15 maybe?) between Angie’s spread legs,   
   pumping wildly into her.  My hard-on is immense.  Astonishingly for two   
   horny kids, they seem to climax together.  She arches her back and   
   places a fist at her mouth to stifle an orgasmic scream at the same time   
   his ass cheeks clench repeatedly, shooting his seed into her.  You might   
   say all three of us came together, my hefty spurts spraying into the   
   air, soiling the chair, the computer keyboard, and me.  I don’t think   
   I’ve cum so much since I was a teenager!  And I certainly didn’t get to   
   cum in a 12-year-old pussy when I was that age!   
      
      
      
   A spark of anger flickered in me.  How could Stacy allow this to happen?   
     Falling for the “homework” bullshit—her daughter having unprotected   
   sex, in her own house, with her mother in the next room, with an   
   obviously older boy.  But then again, what can I say, secretly watching   
   the whole thing?   
      
      
      
   On Sunday morning, while alone with Angie in the kitchen, I say to her,   
   “I don’t know how much fooling around you two did Friday night, but next   
   time make sure you use a condom, okay?”   
      
      
      
   She’s stunned by my remark and has trouble summoning a response.  I get   
   a little “We weren’t doing anything,” a little more “It’s none of your   
   business,” and the obligatory (I’ve heard it a zillion time) “You aren’t   
   my father,” thrown in for good measure.  Oh well, maybe I scared her a   
   little, which would be a good thing.   
      
      
      
   When I return from a two-day business trip that week, I check the   
   computer to see what I missed.  At first I see the usual, panties-only   
   Angie in her room; however, the next day’s recording is the shocker.  I   
   fast-forward through several hours’ worth of an empty bedroom but am   
   surprised by a blur of unexpected activity in the middle of the day.   
   When I return to where the movement began, I’m stunned to see a wet and   
   topless Stacy pulling two young shirtless men into the room behind her.   
      
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