ANGELICA THE PLAYTOY

THE VIEW THROUGH THE CRACK

Bath times soon transformed into a delightful experience for me, particularly after an accidental touch of my intimate area while bathing. In that moment, a jolt of electricity surged from my nether region straight to my brain, setting off an explosive sensation throughout my body. It felt as if I were engulfed in flames, with my blood seemingly transformed into liquid fire.

It was such a wonderful feeling that I began craving it constantly. Whenever I felt the urge, I would rub my thighs together, and the friction would create that delightful tingling sensation again, making my body flush and a kind of liquid flow from my lower region. Initially, I thought it was pee that was escaping unconsciously, but after a few months, I realized that what was coming out of my body during those rubbing sessions, or while I was bathing, was actually wasn't pee. It was much clearer, and one day, I decided to taste it. To my surprise, it had a sweet, tangy flavor that I found enjoyable.

At times, the substance had an exceptionally thick and rubbery consistency, yet its flavor remained unchanged. I found myself perplexed, despite enjoying the taste; my curiosity about it deepened, but, unfortunately, there was no one around to provide me with answers. By the time I reached a certain age, my body had developed to a level similar to that of an average girl 3 years older than mel. My legs had elongated and become more graceful, my bosom was about the size of a standard grape, and my hips were noticeably wider than those of my cousin Richie's girlfriend, who was already 2 years older than me at that time.

My aunt has three children, all of whom are boys. The youngest of them is just a year older than I am, while the eldest, Richie, is 23 and currently in his third year at university. When I reached the age of 18, I often experienced a playful rivalry with both Richie and his younger brother, John. They would treat me as kindly as possible for boys, which meant that, on occasion, they would share their food with me, especially during those times when their mother was in one of her usual foul moods and had denied me a meal.

In those moments, they would discreetly sneak portions of their own meals into the store room, which also served as my bedroom, and encourage me to eat up.

At times, I found myself consuming more than they did, as my portion was the equivalent of a whole while they managed with only half of each item. Initially, I didn’t see anything wrong with this arrangement. However, I began to notice that mamore accommodating, while John seemed to be attempting to imitate his older brother.

But later on my thought about Richie would change. One day while having my usual bath lost in playing with my p***y and fondling with my breast, I had this uncanny feeling that I was being watched gently I turned to the crack in the bathroom door and lo and behold, there was an eye on the other side of the door. At first I shook in fear but I soon realized whom it was through his clothes; it was Richie.

I had been so engrossed in playing with myself that I was unaware of how long he had been standing there. He seem to have no idea that a noticed cause I kept my composure. I watched as something was protruding from between his legs, and he seemed to be pulling on it while he continued to watch me, and I found myself quietly observing him in return, pretending not to notice his presence there as I continued to fondle with my breasts.

I didn’t know what it was but I noticed that it grew bigger as he pulled and that the expression on his face looked like someone enjoying himself. His mouth was hanging open and dripping saliva but he was oblivious to it. Curiosity held me and I wanted to know what it was, if he was getting as much pleasure as I was from touching the slit in my nether region from his pulling the stuff between his legs.