Exhibitionist Tingting (1-7)

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: 28280 　　words 　　**********　　　... Although I felt embarrassed at first, I stopped caring so much later, and often deliberately let my dad feast his eyes. I'm so grateful to him for giving me such a beautiful face. 　　At 19 years old, I'm very well-developed, and because both my parents are very good-looking, I've inherited their best features. At 1.68 meters tall, my breasts are perfectly developed—firm and high, standing proudly even without a bra. I've always been very clean, with very little body hair. I've never had any underarm hair. There's only a few neat tufts of hair above my pubic area. My vulva is very clean, white like other skin tones, with a pink slit tightly covering my labia minora. Because my vulva is positioned far back, my buttocks are very perky, highlighting my absolutely stunning figure. I'm even impressed with myself. I often admire myself in the mirror. Whenever numerous men's eyes fell upon my stunning face and body, I never felt disgusted, but rather genuinely happy. I wanted everyone to see my beauty. 　　I began to intentionally expose myself around the latter half of my 18th year. Initially, I was quite conservative, but as I matured, I became very satisfied with my body and appearance. Coupled with the pursuit of many boys, I gradually developed an interest in the opposite sex. However, my parents were very strict with me, absolutely forbidding me from interacting with the opposite sex. No matter how busy my father was, he would personally pick me up from school every day. 　　My enjoyment of exposing myself stemmed partly from the desire to be praised, and partly from the thrill of being spied on, which intensified my urge and excitement. 　　My first intentional exposure was at home. It was a very hot summer day. My mother, a doctor, had an important surgery to perform overtime. 　　After my father picked me up from school, he went to the kitchen to cook for me. I went back to my room and took off all my clothes, which had been soaked through with sweat throughout the day. I wrapped myself in a towel and went to take a shower. Since our bathroom and kitchen are combined, 　　seeing my father busy cooking, sweating profusely, filled me with emotion. I wanted to treat my dear father, because I knew he also enjoyed looking at my body. Although I didn't know if he had intentionally spied on me, I knew that many times he wouldn't miss the chance to admire my beautiful breasts, which were often exposed when I wasn't wearing a bra.　　　I deliberately wrapped myself in a towel, only covering my full buttocks. I intentionally made noise to make my father turn around and look at me. Then, I deliberately dropped my clothes on the floor, bent over with my back to my father to pick them up, completely exposing my full buttocks and flawless genitals to his view. I could feel my father's breathing quicken. I knew it was the first time he had seen his 18-year-old daughter's labia, anus, and wet little hole. 　　I quickly picked up the clothes, rushed into the bathroom, and closed the door. I turned on the bathroom light. The bathroom door had a large stained glass panel in the middle. Dad could see everything I did in the bathtub, though he couldn't see clearly. My curves were still beautifully displayed to his eyes. 　　After showering, I, who wasn't used to wearing a bra, only put on a light-colored t-shirt. Because of the excitement, my nipples were still erect, making the t-shirt look like two small bumps. Plus, because of the heat, sweat, and the fact that I hadn't dried myself properly after the shower, the light-colored t-shirt clung completely to my body, making it almost like I wasn't wearing any clothes at all. My entire figure was on full display. I casually sat opposite Dad, letting him better appreciate my beautiful figure. 　　Dad's eyes certainly didn't disappoint my deliberate exposure. They would occasionally scan me. I decided to let Dad appreciate me even more. 　　"Dad, my shoulders are so sore, and my back is a little uncomfortable too. Could you massage them for me?"　　　Dad always obliged my requests. I believed he would be even more willing to do this.　　　Sure enough, Dad diligently came over and began massaging and tapping my shoulders and back. 　　"Tingting, you've probably been sitting for too long. Come on, cooperate with my hands and push your chest forward as hard as you can." As he spoke, Dad pressed his palm firmly against my back, and his other hand pressed down on my shoulders, pushing my chest up as high as possible, my tight t-shirt almost bursting through my ample bosom. I chuckled inwardly at Dad's trickery. But I was willing to do it; I wouldn't object even if Dad massaged my breasts right now. But I knew Dad would never actually do it. 　　"Feeling better? Any discomfort in your lower back or legs?" Dad asked tentatively, probably still a little horrified from seeing my little sister earlier. 　　I readily agreed, because I wasn't wearing underwear and was wearing a very short skirt. I hadn't expected Dad to massage me. Now, I could only let him properly admire his precious daughter's beautiful body.　　　I lay on the sofa, ignoring the condition of my short skirt, which felt like it couldn't contain my full hips anymore.　　　I buried my face in my arms, lying on the sofa, thinking, "Come on, dear Dad, enjoy admiring your daughter." 　　My father's hands soothed my waist, slowly moving downwards, avoiding my buttocks, stopping at my smooth, long thighs, where he vigorously rubbed them. I deliberately opened my legs. At this moment, I could already feel my vaginal fluid overflowing. 　　I felt my father's gaze, knowing that my full buttocks, beautiful anus, and pink little hole were completely exposed to his eyes. 　　"Tingting, you should wear underwear at home from now on. After all, Daddy is a man. Look, your little butt is showing." As he spoke, my father gently patted my fleshy buttocks. 　　"What does it matter? It's so hot. I was born of Daddy. Even if he sees, it won't matter." I answered my father nonchalantly, secretly urging him to strip naked and admire me. 　　"Daddy, I feel unwell all over. I might have heatstroke. You should give me a good massage. Oh, and Daddy, sometimes this area hurts a little." As I spoke, I lifted my t-shirt, completely exposing my pair of high, full breasts to my father's eyes. Dad was taken aback and quickly asked, "Where does it hurt?" 　　I pointed to my breasts and said to Dad, "It's my breasts. Look how big they've gotten, and there are some hard lumps inside. Feel them." 　　Dad said, "Let your mom come back and take a look. It's not convenient for Dad to check on you. You're 18 now, a big girl. Dad can't act like he used to. Understand?"

"Oh! Dad, you'll always be my good dad, what's the big deal?" I said, grabbing Dad's hand and pressing it against my breasts. Dad helplessly squeezed my soft, elastic breasts. My nipples were already erect under his kneading. I sat cross-legged on the sofa, my short skirt pulled down to my waist, now exposing my little sister for Dad to see to his heart's content. I even deliberately pushed my chest forward, presenting my figure to Dad in a more perfect way. Dad stroked my beautiful breasts, his eyes fixed on my little sister.
Dad never expected his beautiful daughter to be so trusting of him, willingly offering her body for him to touch and admire.
"Dad, your touch feels so good, I'm your precious daughter, you're my good dad." I was trying to reassure Dad to caress me.
"Little rascal, go eat." Dad just liked my stunning beauty, but he only admired me and would never have any improper thoughts, which is why I wasn't nervous about letting him see me.
"Okay, Dad, you're tired too, let's eat."
"You eat too."
I ate a few bites hastily, went back to my room, took off my clothes, and lay on the bed, thinking about what had just happened.
Dad's big hands felt so good as they caressed me; my little sister was already soaking wet. If only Dad could massage my little sister for me. From the way Dad looked at me while touching me, I knew he was very willing to do this kind of work.
"Dad, come here!" I decided to let Dad caress me again.
Dad didn't know what was going on, but he came to my room and saw me sitting completely naked on the bed, clutching my waist and grimacing as if in great pain. He quickly came over and asked, "What's wrong?!" "I
twisted my waist. Rub it for me." I smiled mischievously.
Dad seemed to sense my intention, but he didn't know what to do in front of me, who was completely naked. After all, having such a beautiful 18-year-old daughter like this in front of him was just too wonderful.
I lay on the bed, waiting for my father's caresses. My handsome, middle-aged father massaged my lower back with his large hands.
I deliberately raised my buttocks, spreading my legs wide, making my buttocks even more prominent, and reached for my father's hands. My father had no choice but to start rubbing my pink, fleshy buttocks. His fingers intentionally or unintentionally traced my anus and vaginal opening. My vaginal fluids were already overflowing.
"Daddy, a little lower," I continued, making my open buttocks reach for my father's hands. Finally, my father's fingers pressed on my clitoris, and a wave of pleasure spread throughout my body. My father understood women's bodies very well. He gently rubbed my clitoris.
"Is this better?" My father hadn't expected his daughter to be so wanton.
"Daddy, this feels so good. I know it's wrong, but I really can't control myself. I'm very good outside, and I'm not interested in any boys. I'm still your good daughter, don't misunderstand your daughter. I'm still a virgin. I just like Daddy's caresses, I've liked them since I was little." "
This is not good, but I know what my darling needs. Darling, you are beautiful. Never easily trust men, and never let a man touch your body before marriage. Do you understand?"
"I know, don't worry, I will never let any other man touch my body before marriage."
Daddy's hand didn't stop gently rubbing my clitoris.
"Daddy, a little faster..." I asked Daddy, blushing.
"You're still very delicate here. Okay, this is the last time. Daddy will never do this to you again. Since we've already done this, let Daddy help you understand the orgasm that comes from the clitoris." Daddy turned me over, making me lie face up, and spread my legs into an M shape. Then he lowered his face to my crotch and slid his tongue between my labia. I experienced an unprecedented tingling pleasure. Daddy's tongue made my clitoris erect. Daddy's hands were already on my breasts, his fingers twisting my pink nipples, his tongue licking my clitoris. In a moment, I reached orgasm under Daddy's three-point attack.
I squeezed my legs together, my body trembling in waves, waves of unparalleled pleasure spreading through every nerve.
Seeing that I had orgasmed, Daddy continued to caress my body with his large hands until I calmed down. I sat up and threw myself into Daddy's arms. "Daddy, this feels so good, you're amazing!"
"This is incest! It can never happen again. If this continues, Daddy will regret it for the rest of his life.
Do you understand?"
"I know, but do I like Daddy to love me like this?" I said coaxingly.
"No, absolutely not!" Daddy seemed to regret what he had just done.
"Okay, Daddy, I know you love Tingting the most, I'll listen to you, okay?" I comforted him, afraid of hurting him. Daddy pushed me away and left the room. I knew Daddy was in a lot of pain, both psychologically and physically.
Exhibitionist Tingting (Part 2) Hospital Exposure
Even my own father couldn't resist my temptation, let alone other men.
Finally, my parents had to go abroad for two months because of work. Although they were worried, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so they went and left me at home.
I planned how to expose myself. To let men admire my beautiful body. Just thinking about it made my little sister wet.
The impulse in my heart became even stronger.
I went home by myself at night. After taking off my clothes and taking a shower, I wandered around the room. Suddenly I heard a knock on the door. I looked through the peephole and saw three police officers. I didn't know what they wanted to do.
Being a police officer is a very safe job. I wondered how they would react when they saw my beautiful body. Thinking this, I hurriedly wrapped myself in a small towel and looked in the mirror. I realized that any big movement would completely expose my full, white buttocks. So,
I pretended to rush open the door.
"Uh…! What do you want?" I asked, feigning surprise.
Three young male police officers, seeing my attire, quickly said, "We're conducting a census. Please fill out this form."
I agreed and let them into the room. Taking the form, I carefully looked for a place to fill it out.
The three officers sat on the sofa watching me. I knew they wanted to see how I would manage to fill out the form.
They knew I was only wrapped in a towel. I certainly wouldn't let them down. I walked to the dining table, turned my back to them, and bent down to fill it out. I knew that by this time, the towel was pulled up above my buttocks, revealing my full, white buttocks and the two small, hairless openings between my legs. I filled it out carefully, giving them ample time to appreciate the private parts of this stunning beauty. And it was such a reasonable act of voyeurism.
For fifteen minutes, I exposed my bottom and vagina to the three men, then handed them the completed forms. Looking at their bulging crotches, a surge of pride welled up inside me, and I felt aroused. After
seeing off the three reluctant officers, I returned to the sofa, untied my towel, and masturbated to orgasm once more.
This feeling was wonderful. I wanted to fully expose my beautiful body. I wanted more men to admire my body, but I had a bottom line: I would absolutely not let them touch me. They could only look, not touch.
At school, I was a well-behaved girl, a beautiful and dignified school beauty. I would never do anything excessive; my image was extremely important. I didn't want my classmates to know I was such an exhibitionist. But I would still intentionally expose myself a little to satisfy my quirk.
This was an accident, absolutely an accident. I twisted my hip during PE class. The PE teacher was a man under thirty, quite handsome. Seeing how much pain I was in, he drove me to the hospital. I was wearing a tracksuit at the time, very conservatively.
At the orthopedic hospital, PE teacher Wang helped me register. There were so many people, it took forever to get to my turn. Teacher Wang helped me
into the examination room. I saw a male doctor in his fifties.
After asking me about my condition and looking at me, the doctor told me to lie down on the bed inside, saying he needed to examine me.
Teacher Wang helped me in and then left.
The older doctor told me to take off my pants, and I couldn't help but feel interested. I was wearing very small underwear; the transparent fabric couldn't cover that little tuft of dark hair. Only the fabric around my genitals wasn't transparent. It barely covered my vital parts.
I pretended to be shy and pulled my pants down to my knees. The old doctor's eyes lit up, then he pressed on my inner thigh and asked, "Does this hurt?"
"Yes!" I cried out in pain whenever he pressed there, so what could he do?
The old doctor said, "You should get an X-ray to see if any bones are broken."
I endured the pain and put my pants back on. Teacher Wang was called in by the old doctor and helped me to the X-ray room.
A young male doctor told me to take off my pants and then lift my shirt. I deliberately lifted my shirt high because I wasn't wearing a bra, just a tight tank top. The young doctor's eyes lit up. He dawdled for a long time before taking the X-ray. I knew he was deliberately stalling for time to admire my shapely figure.
I took the X-ray and went back to the old doctor. The old doctor looked at the X-ray and saw that there was nothing seriously wrong.
The old doctor said, "It's a sprained hip, it's nothing serious. I'll massage it for you, and it'll be fine after a few days of rest."
He had me lie down on the massage bed inside. Because there were many patients, the small massage room was only separated by a large screen; people outside could easily see inside by peeking out. The simple curtain was barely enough to conceal what was inside, and the old doctor seemed to have deliberately positioned my legs so they faced the door. This way, everyone outside could see what was happening inside. And with such a stunningly beautiful woman and such a great figure, no man would pass up this free opportunity to admire her.
Suddenly, many people, both sick and healthy, were standing in the old doctor's office.
The old doctor still made me take off my pants and pushed my shirt up to my waist. This completely exposed my full, pinkish-white buttocks and the panties that barely covered my vulva to everyone.
The old doctor opened and closed my thighs several times, massaging my groin area with his hands, occasionally touching my vulva. My little sister couldn't withstand such a massage; in no time, her juices soaked her panties. The watermarks were clearly visible on her light-colored panties, making them almost transparent. I heard many people swallowing.
The old doctor noticed my change and saw many people peeping outside. He made me lie face down on the massage table. My legs were too sore to close, so I lay there with my legs spread apart, and my small thong couldn't cover my plump, fleshy buttocks at all. My
pinkish-white, plump, and perky buttocks were completely exposed to everyone's eyes. The old doctor was still vigorously rubbing my buttocks, his fingers intentionally moving the thong. I was already overflowing with arousal. I really couldn't hold on any longer.
I knew that my lower body was now almost completely exposed to everyone.
"Does it still hurt?" the old doctor asked.
"It still hurts," I answered without thinking. Because this opportunity to be exposed was too rare.
"Looks serious, let's do an electrotherapy session. Lie there like that. I'll give you an electrotherapy session." He pushed over a device, turning on a very bright and hot light, illuminating my private parts. This old doctor was so wicked, deliberately making it easier for people outside to see. But I liked it. The electrotherapy lamp warmed my lower body.
"Excuse me, patients outside, please wait a moment. If you have an urgent matter, you can see another doctor."
No one outside left, all saying they weren't in a hurry. These men were so amusing. I pretended not to know anyone was watching me and reached down to adjust my panties. Actually, I was a little itchy down there, and as I adjusted them, my already soaked panties shrank into a small strip, wedged inside my vagina. I figured the men outside would really enjoy this scene.
The old doctor came in and saw this scene, and also saw my beautiful genitals. Because there was no pubic hair,
and my vagina was already open from excitement, the small strip of cloth barely covered my anus and the small opening.
He came over again and asked, "Are you feeling better? Do you need another massage?"
"It still hurts a bit, let's massage it again."
The old doctor said, "How about this, I'll give you a full-body massage to increase your blood circulation. It will greatly help your recovery."
I knew this old guy wanted to see my upper body again.
"Will it work?" I asked, feigning doubt.
"Of course it will work," the old doctor replied confidently.
"Then thank you. Do I need to pay extra?" I asked deliberately.
"No, it's just an auxiliary treatment, so there's no extra charge.
" "Thank you." "
Your clothes are too thick, you need to take them off too." The old doctor's words caused a commotion outside. There was going to be a good show!
I was lying on the bed, and I slowly knelt up and took off my top. My nipples were already erect, making two protrusions on the thin vest. My full, beautiful breasts were presented to everyone's eyes. Although I was wearing a vest, such high and firm breasts were rare.
The old doctor's eyes lit up even more. I also had the urge to take my clothes off completely.
"Is this vest okay?" I asked the old doctor, looking rather naive.
"It would be best if you took it off, and the treatment would be most effective. But it all depends on your preference. If you want the best results, it's better to take it off," the old doctor said seriously.
The commotion outside grew even stronger. They all wanted me to take off my top, and I boldly displayed my proud, beautiful breasts to everyone.
A chorus of exclamations followed.
"So beautiful, so gorgeous!!"
The old doctor had me sit down and carefully massaged me while facing outside. Under the old doctor's massage, my breasts swayed with my body, my two pink nipples standing proudly erect. More and more people gathered outside. I closed my eyes, enjoying the excitement of exposure.
And so, I was on free display in the hospital for almost an hour. Finally, there were too many people in the examination room outside, and they knocked down the screen. I quickly covered my breasts and pretended to shout,
"You're all being outrageous! Get out!!" the old doctor yelled.
I quickly dressed and fled the hospital. What a thrilling exposure! So many spectators. They were all captivated by my stunning figure and beauty.
Even Mr. Wang was among the voyeurs; he was also quite pleased to have the opportunity to witness the school beauty's naked body. Such a beautiful body indeed!
Back home, recalling the scene at the hospital, I masturbated to orgasm again. The feeling was so stimulating.
I doubt any man would miss the chance to peek at me.
Exhibitionist Tingting (Part 3) Poolside Exposure
I can't cook, so I ordered KFC delivery. I decided to expose myself again; I figured most delivery drivers were boys. I did my usual trick, showering without drying myself. Waiting for the delivery.
Finally, the doorbell rang. Through the peephole, I saw a very young man, not much older than me, and very handsome.
I continued to wrap myself in a towel and opened the door. The boy froze when he saw me like this. I didn't want the neighbors to see me like this with the door open.
"Come in, I'll give you the money."
The boy came in, closed the door, and honestly stood at the door, handing me the receipt. I turned back to get him the money, deliberately giving him a hundred-yuan note. Then I took the meal and put it on the coffee table. I turned back to get the change from the boy. I deliberately used my hand holding the towel to catch it, and the towel slipped off and fell to the floor, leaving me naked in front of the boy. Seeing my beautiful body, his nose started bleeding. I deliberately yelled, "You're bleeding!" completely ignoring my nakedness. I grabbed some tissues and handed them to him, not afraid he would assault me; I knew he wouldn't. My
high, firm breasts swayed before his eyes, and a huge tent was pitched between his legs. His penis must have been enormous, though I'd never seen one before, but I could imagine. It was the largest tent I'd ever seen. Seeing that
I'd had enough, I pretended to yell, "Ouch!" and bent down to pick up the towel and wrap it around myself. I yelled at the boy, "Haven't you seen enough? Get out of here!!"
He finally snapped out of his daze, turned, and went out the door. I knew his mind was filled with my stunning body.
This kind of exposure wasn't enough for me. I decided to go out and find opportunities to expose myself to more people.
I decided to go to the pool, and first I needed to buy a few sexy swimsuits.
I went to the swimsuit store and saw many styles, but they were all very conservative. None of them caught my eye.
A saleswoman came to serve me. But after a while, I still hadn't found one I liked. The saleswoman became a little impatient and went to serve other customers. I continued browsing when a man who looked like the owner came to my side and asked, "Miss, what kind of swimsuit do you need?"
"Do you have any nicer ones, something a bit sexier?" I hinted to the owner so he would understand what I wanted.
"We just got a new batch of swimsuits; we might have the style you need. Please come with me." The owner seemed to understand what I meant.
I followed the man to a storage room in the back. The man who looked like the owner told me to sit down and wait. After a while, he brought out more than a dozen swimsuits of various kinds. They were all very simple and made of very thin fabric. There were also three male stock clerks busy in the storage room.
"Can I try them on?" I asked the owner.
"Sure, there's no proper fitting room here, but you can change behind these boxes," the shopkeeper said, looking at me.
"Can't I try them on in the fitting room outside?" I asked curiously.
"These swimsuits are out of stock, and the sizes aren't all available. If other customers see them and want them too, it'll be a problem."
This reason was obviously weak; did he want to spy on me while I changed? A surge of pleasure welled up inside me at the thought.
"Okay, where can I change?" I looked around; there was hardly any secure place to change.
The shopkeeper led me to a recessed display area, about the height of a person, but I found it wasn't very secure. Although the boxes were neatly stacked, they weren't touching, so there were many angles from which one could peek inside.
I picked up the swimsuits and went into the recess. The shopkeeper even kindly brought me a chair to put my clothes down. I noticed three stock clerks starting to glance this way. Standing inside, I could see everything outside through the gaps. I pretended not to notice and started choosing swimsuits. I glanced at the three stock clerks, who had already positioned themselves in the best spying spots, and the boss had even moved to the opposite side, concealed.
I chuckled to myself, "Men are all very keen on peeping at women's bodies. Especially a beauty like me."
I began to elegantly undress, gently placing my coat on the chair, neatly arranging my miniskirt, and then taking off my tank top, my full, proud breasts trembling slightly. I heard the sound of drooling. I chuckled inwardly.
I then took off my underwear, carefully and deliberately placing it away. I prolonged the time my naked body was exposed to the air, and elegantly turned around so that voyeurs from all angles could see my entire body.
I glanced at the voyeurs' expressions. They were really drooling. Their eyes were practically popping out of their sockets.
I spent over half an hour changing into more than a dozen swimsuits, finally choosing two that I was satisfied with, and then walked out of the recessed area. The shop owner wiped the drool from his mouth and stood in front of me: "How about it? Are you satisfied?"
I said, "Just these two. Make it a little cheaper. If they're suitable, I'll come back in a couple of days."
The owner was very happy and quickly replied, "I'll give you a 30% discount. I hope you'll patronize my shop often, beautiful lady. If you want any style, you can tell me in advance, and I'll order it specially for you."
I acted very grateful: "Thank you very much."
The three stock clerks behind me watched me leave, slumped over. I guessed they must have ejaculated.
I took the swimsuit I had chosen home. I removed the padding. Then I put it on and stood in the bathroom, wetting it with water. It was so exciting! My two pink nipples were completely exposed, and a small tuft of dark hair below was also visible. Because the fabric shrank when wet, it accentuated the entire outline of my body. Even the outline of my not-so-full labia was clearly visible.
I shouted excitedly. "I'll make you horny men drool!"
I entered the pool during peak hours, changed into my prepared swimsuit, and went into the deep end. The shallow end was full of children, but I can't swim. I just thrashed around aimlessly in my life ring. Lifeguards patrolled the edge of the deep end. I thought of a plan: what would happen if I pretended to drown?
I decided to take the risk. I left the life ring, only holding on with my hands, and finally mustered the courage to push it away. I immediately began to sink. Panic gripped me, and I struggled desperately to stay afloat. I was only trying to act, but I actually choked and swallowed several mouthfuls of water. People on the shore and in the water noticed my danger and several men swam towards me. The moment they touched me, I pretended to faint. I completely relaxed, allowing two strong men to lift me to the edge of the pool.
I glanced around and saw a crowd of men, women, and children had gathered. A lifeguard noticed my attire.
I stood there stunned for a long time, while the people around me swallowed hard. I knew that I was lying on the ground almost naked, being admired by the onlookers.
Paramedics carried me to the infirmary and placed me on a bed, followed by several men. Four paramedics initially tried to shoo the swimmers away, but the men bowed and saluted them. Since they were all men, the paramedics didn't say anything, letting them in and closing the door. I continued to feign unconsciousness. Four paramedics surrounded me, with six or seven swimmers standing behind them, staring intently at me. One paramedic checked my breathing. Finding it even and nothing serious, he assumed I had fainted from shock.
He didn't press my philtrum, assuming I was still unconscious. He pressed a few times on my chest. My nipples, stimulated by the large hands, stood erect, two small bumps. The thin fabric clung to my body, clearly showing my pink nipples. The dark hair between my legs also conspicuously attracted the onlookers. My legs were closed, so they couldn't see the shape of my vulva. I knew that was what the onlookers most wanted to see.
"Won't her breathing be affected by wearing such tight clothes? That would be very dangerous!" one man warned.
All the men were looking for a legitimate reason to take off my clothes, and this reason was undoubtedly a perfect suggestion. The paramedics immediately responded, "Yes, that's very dangerous."
Before they finished speaking, someone had already pushed my swimsuit down to my waist, exposing my full, white, and firm breasts to the men's eyes.
These men didn't have the courage to strip me naked, but my legs were still spread apart. My crotch, pressed tightly against the bare skin, was now fully revealed to the strong men, showcasing the perfect shape of a young girl's genitals.
The sounds of saliva and swallowing were incessant. The men, wearing only shorts, all had erections.
Some even took out their large penises and masturbated. I felt a pang of fear, truly afraid of being raped by these men, so I slowly made a sound. The men quickly withdrew their hard penises. The paramedics also grabbed a towel and covered me. The men who had been swimming also left. Although reluctant, I had already gotten a free view of a stunning body. I'd made a profit today.
I opened my eyes and saw four paramedics still surrounding me. Seeing I was awake, they asked, "Are you alright?"
Pretending not to notice my shirt had been pulled up to my waist, I sat up. The large towel covering me fell off, revealing my two firm, beautiful breasts to the four men. I feigned shyness, covering my breasts and cried out, "You perverts! You took off my clothes!!"
The paramedics quickly explained, "Miss, we're sorry. We did this to save you. You were unconscious, and we were only being rude to help you breathe. Please forgive us."
"Oh, I see. Well, thank you for saving me then." I used one hand to pull up my shirt, but the other hand couldn't cover my breasts at all. My breasts swayed a few more times in their eyes before I pulled them back under my clothes.
The exposure was over.
Exhibitionist Tingting (Part 4) Exposure in the Hospital Season 2
I was searching for a more reasonable way to expose myself, and I imagined the various expressions of men losing control and becoming excited under my naked body.
The accidental exposure at the hospital last time excited me the most, so I thought of exposing myself at the hospital again.
A hospital check-up should be reasonable, right?
I decided to go to the hospital to have a male doctor examine me. But most of the gynecologists are female. There are very few male doctors.
I went to various hospitals whenever I had free time, and finally, I found a hospital with a gynecologist who was over 60 years old and was a male. I excitedly registered for his specialist appointment.
Finally, I got my number. But it was almost closing time. The old doctor looked at the women queuing behind him, his eyes lingering on me. I stood out among these women. Most of the patients who came to see this old doctor were middle-aged or elderly women. It was rare to see a young girl like me. The old doctor called over a nurse and whispered a few words. The nurse
walked behind me and said to the women queuing behind me, "Patients who come after me today, please come back tomorrow morning. Dr. Wang is a little tired today, I'm really sorry everyone."
I was the last one, and the people behind me were told to come back tomorrow. They said the old doctor's health couldn't handle it. I was very lucky. It was my turn soon.
The old doctor looked at me, guessing it had been a long time since a beautiful girl like me had come for a checkup. Such a beautiful girl energized the old doctor. It turned out this old guy had deliberately put me last.
"Where does it hurt, young lady?"
"My lower abdomen often aches, and it's worse during my period." I groaned, pressing my lower abdomen.
The old doctor said, "Is that so? Then let's examine you. See if you have any gynecological inflammation. Go lie down on the bed inside."
I was wearing a skirt today, with a very sexy thong underneath.
I cooperated and lay down on the examination bed.
The old doctor came over: "Lift up your skirt, it'll be easier to examine you." I obediently pulled the skirt up to my waist, exposing my lower body, clad only in a thong, to his view.
The old doctor looked at my thong, his eyes showing a look of surprise.
He pressed my lower abdomen and asked about this and that feeling.
My answer was that everything hurt and I felt uncomfortable. These answers puzzled the old doctor.
The old doctor said, "That's strange. I need to examine you carefully. Would you mind if I gave you a full-body checkup?"
Of course, I was willing, but I nodded, feigning shyness. Just then, the nurse came in. I stopped moving.
The old doctor said to the nurse, "This is the last patient. You must be tired. Contact me for an ultrasound; I need to take this young lady for a thorough examination later."
The nurse looked at me expressionlessly and left.
The old doctor continued, "Take off all your clothes. I'll give you a thorough examination. I've never seen a patient like you who hurts everywhere."
I was delighted and stripped completely naked, lying on the bed, waiting for the old doctor's examination.
The old doctor, seeing my beautiful figure, was very excited and examined me even more meticulously.
He first pressed around my lower abdomen, asking about my symptoms. My answer was still that everything hurt.
The old doctor had me spread my legs in an M-shape, gently parted my vagina, and was even more surprised to see that my hymen was still intact. He asked me, puzzled, "That's strange, it shouldn't be like this. Have you bumped into anything recently?"
I said, "No."
The old doctor smeared some of the vaginal fluid that had leaked from my vagina with his finger, smelled it, and found no unusual odor. He also moved my breasts with his hands, and felt that I was perfectly normal. The old doctor was very confused by me.
"I'll take you to get an ultrasound first," he said.
I followed the old doctor to the ultrasound room.
The ultrasound room was divided into two sections, with two women and a man busy inside. There were quite a few people queuing outside.
After the old doctor led me in, the medical staff performing the ultrasounds seemed very respectful to the old doctor.
The old doctor told them, "You all go about your business, I'll do it for her myself."
At this point, the three beds were simply separated by white curtains; usually, the women were in one group and the men in another.
When I came in, a group of women had just finished their ultrasounds. Two men came in, a middle-aged man and a young man, who seemed to have kidney stones and looked to be in a lot of pain. Two female doctors examined one of them, and one male doctor examined the other.
The senior specialist had me lie down on the bed near the outside. He had me lift my skirt and applied some medication before starting to examine me carefully.
I looked around the ultrasound room; the three beds were arranged in a triangle, and the curtains were completely ineffective. The male patient opposite me had his face directly facing me, but he seemed to be in excruciating pain. I couldn't get his attention anymore.
The male doctor who examined him, however, quickly finished his examination. The male patient only glanced at my genitals before leaving.
The male doctor came over and asked the senior specialist, "Professor Wang, do you need any help?"
The senior specialist replied, "Sure, you can take a look too; my eyesight isn't very good anymore."
The senior specialist pulled down my thong, revealing my pubic hair. My vulva was almost exposed. I pretended to be very shy. To my disappointment, the male doctor wasn't very agitated. He just stared intently at the screen.
After a while, the senior doctor brought me back to the examination room.
"It's strange, I didn't find anything wrong with you. I'll call two internists for a consultation, what do you think?"
"Thank you, doctor. Just do what you think is best. I also want to know what's wrong with me," I said, feigning concern.
The senior doctor went out for a while. He came back in, followed by three male doctors. Two were middle-aged, and one was a young man, all wearing masks.
The senior doctor came to me: "These are all internal medicine specialists, let them diagnose you too."
I agreed somewhat guiltily.
A middle-aged doctor asked me, "Do you often have lower abdominal pain?"
"Yes."
The middle-aged doctor listened to my chest and lower abdomen with a stethoscope, then looked at the other two internists, and said to the senior specialist, "I think we should start with the gynecology exam. I don't hear anything wrong."
The senior specialist said to me, "For a better diagnosis, you'll need to cooperate and take off your clothes."
I could already feel my vaginal fluid flowing out, and my heart was pounding.
I gracefully took off my clothes, lying naked on the bed with my beautiful body exposed. I could see the four male doctors staring intently at my body.
The senior doctor then conducted a thorough examination, spreading my vagina open in front of the three internists and inserting a speculum into my already overflowing vagina, all eight eyes fixed on my pretty little hole. After a while, the senior specialist called the three internists outside and whispered among themselves.
When they came back in, the look in their eyes seemed different from before.
The senior doctor told me, "We're going to give you massage therapy, which might cure your illness quickly.
But not here. You need to change into massage clothes and go to another treatment room." He handed me a patient's gown.
I took the gown and went to put on my own clothes, but the senior doctor stopped me: "Don't wear your own clothes, just put on the massage gown. Don't worry, I'll keep your things safe."
I saw that what the senior doctor gave me was a long gown without sleeves, and the cuffs were very low. It barely covered my buttocks, and there was a possibility of exposure with the slightest movement. But I still cooperated and put it on.
The senior doctor and three internal medicine doctors seemed very dutiful in leading me out of the consultation room. There were many patients sitting in the corridor outside, and they all stared wide-eyed in surprise at my attire. I followed them with my head down to a large room. Many patients were lying on beds inside, but none of them were dressed like me.
I started to get scared, but instead of letting me into the main room, they led me to a small inner room separated by floor-to-ceiling glass, seemingly for medical staff to observe patients. There was a bed in the very center.
I looked back at the outside and could clearly see many patients sitting in various positions. Most were male.
The senior specialist had me lie down on the bed. Three internal medicine doctors spoke to two massage therapists, and one of the therapists looked at me and smiled knowingly. This smile made me nervous; I didn't know how they were going to treat me. The senior specialist
said, "Don't be afraid. I know what's wrong with you. We'll cure you quickly.
Don't worry."
The massage therapist came in, nodded to the senior specialist, and said to me, "We'll now begin a comprehensive massage treatment. Please cooperate."
One of the therapists went over and drew the curtains, but although the large curtains covered most of the glass, gaps remained. If a patient outside were to peek, they could easily see what was happening inside.
The massage therapist took out several bottles and had me lie face down on the bed. I knew that at this point, my buttocks were exposed. My head was still facing the wall, and I let my long hair down to cover my face, so everyone in the treatment room could see my genitals. I was so excited I almost fainted.
The masseuse smeared a lot of oily liquid all over my body, the cool liquid stimulating my nerves.
My legs were spread apart by another masseuse, and my pink, firm buttocks were also covered in massage oil. The masseuse then lifted my coat and smeared massage oil all over my back, then turned me over, and the doctor removed my coat. In a moment, my whole body was shining, and the masseuse pushed in two bright lights to shine on me. This situation in the small room attracted even more attention from the outside.
I was being displayed naked in the hospital.
Even the senior specialists left the small room to talk in another room, leaving me on the bed, lying there naked.
I closed my eyes slightly and looked at the situation outside. People had already noticed what was happening in the small room. I also saw several pairs of eyes peeking at me through the gap in the curtain. And so I obediently allowed myself to be observed. After a while, a patient even pretended to be looking for a doctor and came into the small room to look at me more closely. I had already climaxed several times. My vaginal fluid had soaked the sheets. The doctors came in, looked at my appearance, and continued to give me a full-body massage. This time, my breasts and genitals were given special attention, and another climax came. I trembled a few times, collapsed on the bed, and looked at the old expert with pleading eyes.
The old expert ignored my pleas.
The masseur knew my body well and continued to massage my sensitive areas. The old expert said to me, "I'll go back first. Come find me when you're done." Several internal medicine doctors had also seen enough of my body; after all, they were busy, and they all left.
Now only one masseur was massaging me.
Another one was sitting at the desk in the outer room, and through the door, I could clearly see me being played with by the masseur.
"Is Dr. Yan in?" a middle-aged man asked in the outer room.
The masseur by the desk pointed to my room: "Inside."
The middle-aged man standing in the doorway saw me naked, being massaged by Dr. Yan. He hesitated for a moment, then turned to leave.
"Come in, what's the matter?" Dr. Yan actually let him in!
The middle-aged man, surprisingly, walked in without hesitation when the doctor told him to. I covered my face with my hair. My perfectly sculpted body, glowing in the light, was completely exposed to his gaze. Dr. Yan even spread my legs, fully exposing my hairless, reddened genitals to him.
"What is it?"
"Dr. Liu asked me to come see you. My lower back has been hurting a lot these past few days. Could you please take a look?"
"Oh, please sit down and wait a moment. I'll take a look at you after I finish massaging this patient," Dr. Yan said to the middle-aged man while massaging my clitoris. I convulsed again, and in front of the middle-aged patient, under the watchful eyes of him and the masseur, I had another orgasm.
Finally, the masseur got tired and helped me up. "Alright, put on your clothes and go see Teacher Wang. You should feel much better now."
He helped me up and put on my gown, which, due to the massage oil covering my body, became much too small for my already short gown. I returned to the examination room almost naked from the waist down, followed by dozens of onlookers. I couldn't keep an eye on myself. If I tried to cover my buttocks, most of my full breasts would be exposed. Luckily, my long hair covered my face; otherwise, if someone took a picture and posted it online, I'd be in big trouble.
Finally, the old doctor closed the door and said to me, "Are you feeling better now?"
I nodded, "Much better."
The old doctor said, "I know you have a psychological problem. You are very beautiful, and you want more men to admire you. This psychology has given you a tendency to expose yourself; only by exposing yourself can you get satisfaction. Everything we did just now was according to your psychology. We also saw your excitement, but girl, this is very dangerous. You are still a virgin. I know you just want men's desire to see your expression and get the stimulation. This is like a girl with a masturbation habit—it can become addictive. But you have to control yourself. Be careful not to get raped."
I sincerely admired this old doctor for knowing my intentions; it was so embarrassing. I took off my coat and put on my own clothes. The old doctor handed me a towel to wipe off the oil on my body. I carefully wiped myself off in front of the old doctor. The old doctor even came over to help me wipe the parts of my back that he couldn't reach.
I put on my clothes, thanked the doctor, and walked out of the consultation room. There were actually many men waiting for me outside. Seeing that I was dressed neatly, they all sighed with disappointment. I left the hospital quickly with my head down, afraid that someone would follow me. I took a taxi four times and drove around for a long time before finally getting home.
Although I was exposed to so many people this time, I was still recognized. I felt very embarrassed. Although it was risky, it was really exciting. I had an orgasm at least five times in the hospital.
Exhibitionist Tingting (5) Exposing herself to relatives and friends who came to stay at my house
My uncle called me and said that he would come to my house to stay today. They originally lived in Tianjin and came to Beijing with some people. They knew that my parents were not at home, so they wanted to save money on hotel expenses.
I had no choice but to agree. In the evening, someone knocked on the door. I opened the door and saw my uncle with two handsome young men in their twenties.
I let them into the house and greeted my uncle, then asked, "Who are these two gentlemen?"
My uncle replied, "These are my colleague's children. They insisted I bring them to Beijing. I had no choice but to bring them along. Hotels are so expensive, so we're staying here for a couple of days. Thank you for your help."
I was very happy to let them stay. I noticed their eyes practically popped out of their sockets when they looked at me, and I secretly chuckled to myself: I was afraid my uncle would have a bad impression of me, so I dressed rather conservatively today. Otherwise, they'd be drooling!
My family has a two-bedroom apartment; I have one room, and my parents have another. In the end, my uncle let the two handsome guys sleep in my parents' room and slept on the sofa in the living room himself. I initially asked my uncle to sleep in my room while I slept on the sofa, but he absolutely refused, so I had to give in.
I can't cook, so my uncle prepared a whole table of food. I pretended to be innocent and shy, remaining silent, which only made the two handsome guys pay even more attention to me. Meanwhile, I was thinking about how to subtly reveal myself to them; my own home should provide a suitable opportunity.
After dinner, I washed some fruit for them and let them watch TV.
"Do you want to take a shower?" I asked them.
"We'll shower later, you go first," all three said at the same time.
"Okay, I'll shower first. You can do
whatever you want." I went back to my room, closed the door, and took off all my clothes, revealing my proud, naked body. I put on a large white t-shirt. I wanted to grab a change of underwear, but then I decided against it. Walking around in front of three men without underwear was a thrill.
I slowly opened the bathroom door and turned on all the lights so that my curves would be clearly reflected in the frosted glass, and they would see this whenever they went to the kitchen.
I showered carefully, only drying my hair, not a drop of water on my body. I put on the white t-shirt, deliberately letting the cotton cling to my body as I walked out of the bathroom. I knew that my body curves were now fully exposed, and the two nipples on my high breasts were also prominently erect. I originally planned to go straight back to my room.
My uncle casually said to me, "Tingting, do you have a fruit knife? I can peel an apple for you."
"Oh, I'll get it for you." I felt a surge of excitement; I had a reason to linger a little longer in front of them. I handed the fruit knife to my uncle.
He looked at me, startled, because he saw that I was practically naked in front of him.
The shape and size of my breasts were fully exposed to their eyes, and my white t-shirt clung tightly to my body after being soaked with water.
My uncle took the knife and said to me, "Wait a moment, I'll fix it for you right away."
One of the handsome guys exchanged glances with another and said to me, "Tingting, do you know how to play cards? It's so hot, and the TV is boring. Want to play some cards together?"
I couldn't wait to stay with them a little longer: "Sure, I'll find you some playing cards."
I looked for playing cards in the TV cabinet, knowing there weren't any there; I just wanted to expose myself. You guys left mine there.
I rummaged around, finally kneeling on the floor to look. My TV cabinet is floor-standing, with the drawers at the bottom. I deliberately stuck my butt out, bending my waist as low as possible, pretending to rummage through the drawers. I knew that although they couldn't see my vagina, they could clearly see my butt crack and know I wasn't wearing underwear.
I found some playing cards elsewhere and placed them in front of them.
The unscrupulous uncle didn't even remind me to put on some clothes, and was quite interested in playing cards with me. I had no choice but to pull up a chair and sit opposite them. The chair was the same height as the coffee table, so my legs were over the table. If I spread my legs even slightly, they could see my vulva. And I was only wearing a t-shirt, barely covering my legs. My breasts swayed in front of them as I grabbed the cards.
I knew they weren't really interested in playing cards; their eyes were fixed on me. I pretended not to see them and played quite seriously with them.
"Let's play something exciting; it's no fun without punishment," the cunning uncle suggested.
I chimed in, "Okay, how shall we play?"
My uncle said, "We'll play a game of drinking cold water. Do you have any plain water? Drinks are fine too."
At first, I didn't understand what was so exciting about drinking water. But after playing a few rounds, I understood my uncle's intention.
Whenever I lost, my uncle would fill my cup to the brim with water. When I drank, some water inevitably spilled, and this spilled onto my body, making my flesh even more exposed. It was clever; the two handsome guys understood the trick and played seriously with me. As a result, I, who wasn't very good at the game, lost miserably. Drinking water continuously made me so full I almost threw up. They still wouldn't let up. Finally, I gave in to their wishes and poured almost all the water I was going to drink onto myself, pretending not to realize I was really completely exposed this time.
My t-shirt had been pulled up to my waist from my movements. My snow-white buttocks were directly on the chair, and I intentionally spread my legs frequently, letting them admire my little sister. Seeing their erections, I chuckled inwardly, the vaginal fluid from my little sister mixing with the water spilled on me. Actually, I hadn't really looked closely at a man's penis yet.
"Uncle, I can't drink anymore, I can't take it anymore. I'm going to the toilet later. When I come back, we won't play the drinking game anymore, you guys think of some other punishment." After
I finished speaking, I left them to discuss it and went to the toilet.
When I came back, my uncle said to me, "Here's what we'll do: the loser of the first round does squats, the loser of the second round does push-ups, and if they lose the third round, they do sit-ups. 10 each time. How about that?"
I laughed to myself, you guys really came up with something. If I lost, wouldn't I have to perform a hot dance in front of you? But this is even better. I pretended to be unconvinced and agreed.
Sure enough, I lost the first round. I knew they were playing together. But I pretended not to know and stupidly did 10 squats, my firm breasts jiggling up and down with each squat. Their tents bounced with the jiggling of my breasts.
I inevitably lost the second round again, and I lay on the ground and did 10 push-ups. The three of them surrounded me and helped me count.
I lost the second round again. I sat on the floor pretending to be angry and had my uncle hold my legs down while I did 10 sit-ups.
Doing these exercises with an almost naked body, you can imagine the effect. I noticed that the two handsome guys' tents were gone but wet; they probably couldn't hold back their ejaculation. My uncle stared at my crotch; I knew he could see everything inside.
After finishing the sit-ups, I asked my uncle, "What if I lose again?"
My uncle said, "Then you'll have to do a handstand."
I agreed without thinking, but then I remembered this was my uncle, and if I did a handstand, they would see me completely naked.
But I had already agreed. My uncle was almost overjoyed that I agreed. He quickly shuffled the cards and continued playing.
As expected, I lost again.
I pretended to be confused and said, "Okay, this is the last round. You guys cheated and bullied me. I can't do a handstand by myself, so help me up so I don't break anything. I'll go take a shower after I'm done."
I went to a spacious place and prepared to do a handstand. My uncle and two handsome guys came over and helped me up. My body slowly turned upside down, and my t-shirt fell down to cover my head. My perfect body was now completely exposed to the three of them. After about ten seconds, my uncle put me down and whispered to me, "Tingting, why aren't you wearing a bra?"
I pretended to just realize and covered my face, saying, "How annoying! I just finished showering and haven't changed my clothes yet, and you guys dragged me here to play. I forgot! I'm so embarrassed!! How annoying!!" I ran back to my room, closed the door, lay on the bed, and frantically rubbed my clitoris, thinking about what had just happened. The orgasm came quickly. I convulsed a few times, squeezed my legs together, and enjoyed the waves of pleasure. It
was so exciting!
I still need to take a shower. I was covered in sweat and water. I kept wearing my big t-shirt, this time carrying a change of underwear. I quickly went into the bathroom, head down, avoiding their gaze. This time I dried myself off, put on sexy underwear, but I didn't like bras, so I put my t-shirt back on and left the bathroom. My uncle was too embarrassed to call me, assuming I was still awkward about what had just happened.
I told him, "I'm resting now, see you tomorrow." I
went back to my room, took off my t-shirt, and lay on the bed, thinking about how to expose myself again. Just then, my uncle knocked on the door and said, "Uncle Tingting made you some mung bean soup to cool you down, have some before you sleep."
I got up, wrapped myself in the sheet, opened the door, and took the mung bean soup, saying, "Thank you, Uncle." Then I closed the door.
I had just drunk so much water, yet I could still drink this mung bean soup. I casually put it on the table, but then I thought he had been so kind to bring it, I felt bad not drinking it. So I watered the plants with the mung bean soup.
Then I lay on the bed, thinking about what had just happened, and rubbed my breasts. I was half-asleep when I heard a knock at the door. Why was someone
knocking so late? I was puzzled and didn't answer. They knocked a few more times. I still ignored them and pretended to be asleep. I don't usually lock the door; I never do in my own home.
The door opened, and a figure slipped in. I squinted through my glasses to make sure it was my uncle.
He came to my bedside and saw me lying on my back, shirtless. He reached out and nudged me. I thought to myself, "I'll see what my uncle is up to," and continued to pretend to be asleep.
"This medicine really works! I'm sound asleep. Niece, don't blame your uncle, you're so beautiful. I couldn't resist when I saw you naked. I won't fuck you, I just want to touch you and kiss you.
Please forgive me."
The uncle turned on the light. I felt relieved when he said he wouldn't rape me. "You can play around, but if you rape me, I'll scream! How will you explain this to my father?" My virginity is something I absolutely cannot lose, especially not by my own uncle.
The uncle looked me over carefully and exclaimed, "So beautiful! I never expected my niece to be so beautiful. Your figure is perfect too. It's a pity I can't fuck you."
The uncle leaned down and kissed my cheek. Although it tickled a little, I endured it. The uncle's tongue was very skilled; it was the first time I'd ever been kissed like this by a man. The uncle's tongue licked my body, slowly resting on my pink nipples. A wave of pleasure washed over me—this feeling was so good! My uncle's tongue swirled around my nipple, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I dared not make a sound, enduring it all.
My uncle's hand pulled down my panties, sliding along my vulva. I felt his experience; his hand, wet with my juices, lingered on my clitoris, rapidly flicking it. I couldn't help but moan, my buttocks undulating with each wave of pleasure.
My uncle, startled by my movements, stopped. Seeing my eyes still closed, he assumed I was asleep and continued playing with my clitoris. Finally, he parted my legs, buried his face between them, and inserted a finger into my opening, probing back and forth, while his tongue licked my clitoris. Waves
of pleasure surged through every organ in my body. I groaned a few times; my first orgasm had arrived, my body convulsing, eyes closed, moaning softly.
My uncle saw me climax and said, "I didn't expect you little girl to be so horny, you climaxed so quickly."
I squinted at my uncle's actions, and he actually took out his penis. I was so scared that I almost screamed. Was he going to rape me?!
My uncle didn't rape me. He just grabbed my hand and made me hold his penis, then grabbed my glove and started playing with it.
But then the door opened, and two handsome guys came in. My uncle, startled, quickly tried to find something to cover me. But the two guys spoke up: "We noticed you sneaking into Tingting's room earlier, and we knew you were up to no good. We knew it!"
My uncle asked, "What do you want?"
One of them said, "Nothing much. What you want to do is what we want to do too. You can't keep it all to yourself." We know you drugged Tingting. We absolutely will not rape her; we just want to take a good look at her stunning body. She's so beautiful.
As they spoke, the two men quickly began to play with me, each licking one of my breasts and thrusting their penises against me. A moment later, a handsome guy mounted me, clamping his penis between my breasts and thrusting back and forth. My uncle said from the side, "You can do whatever you want, but absolutely no penetration!"
The two men replied simultaneously, "Don't worry, we're satisfied with this."
The handsome guy riding on my breasts continued thrusting, while the other man lay between my legs, gently parting my vulva and licking it with his tongue. My uncle continued to use my hand to masturbate him. The handsome guy riding on my breasts convulsed, ejaculating thick semen that sprayed all over my face.
The handsome guy who was doing the breastjob lay diagonally beside me, caressing one of my breasts. At this time, my uncle also imitated the handsome guy and rode on me, using his breasts to clamp his penis and thrusting back and forth. In a short while, he ejaculated all over my face.
The handsome guy who was licking my hole continued to lick me, and I had another orgasm. The handsome guy rode on my body and did a breastjob again. They played with my body like this, and after each of them ejaculated twice, they helped me clean up, put on my underwear, and went out.
I saw that they had all left. I felt my face was tight, and I didn't know how long the drug would last. Whatever, I went out to wash my face and pee. I had drunk so much water that I was already holding it in.
I pretended to be sleepy and went to the toilet with my upper body naked. I went to the toilet and relieved myself without closing the door. Then I muttered: "What's wrong with my face? Why is it so tight?" After washing my face, the handsome guy on the sofa watched me go back to my room.
Exhibitionist Tingting (Six) Exposed to Relatives and Friends Staying at My House 2
I slept very well this time, maybe because I was tired from having several orgasms yesterday. I grabbed a tank top and put it on.
I went to the bathroom to wash up.
But I saw my uncle still fast asleep on the sofa, his penis still erect. Looks like he slept thinking about me last night.
I looked closely at his thing, wondering what it felt like to have it inside my vagina. The opening was so small; looking at that erect penis, it was hard to imagine how my little sister could handle it.
I usually feel a tightness even when I insert two fingers. Afraid the two handsome guys would wake up and see me like this, I went to the bathroom to wash up.
When I came out of the bathroom, I saw the two handsome guys were up, staring at my uncle's penis and laughing.
They saw me and quickly grabbed their toiletries and went into the bathroom. I looked at my uncle's still-erect penis and went back to my room. I wondered what the two handsome guys would think if they knew I'd seen my uncle's penis. I didn't care; I'd seen all three of their penises yesterday, and they'd ejaculated all over me. Now my skin felt smooth; does semen have a beautifying effect?
I got dressed and went to school without saying goodbye. I knew they were staying another day, and I figured they'd drug me again tonight and continue tormenting me. Just thinking about it made me wet. Luckily, my uncle was there, or it wouldn't have been worth it if they'd penetrated me.
I kept thinking about how they would torment me tonight, and I got wet again and again. Finally, I got home in the afternoon. My uncle and the two handsome guys weren't there. I took a shower. I enjoyed my own orgasm in the bathroom, but it didn't have the same stimulation as theirs.
Because I was quite tired from what they did to me last night, I went back to my room and fell asleep wearing only a tank top. This time, I locked the door. I was afraid they'd read my diary. It secretly recorded my embarrassing moments and feelings.
If they saw it, I'd be so ashamed.
I slept for a little over an hour when I was woken up by their footsteps coming in. I heard my uncle calling outside, "Tingting, are you home?"
"Tingting, she doesn't seem to be back yet."
The two handsome guys looked around, then knocked on my door and nudged me, but I didn't answer. I lay drowsily on the bed.
Then I heard one of the guys say, "Uncle, should we continue tonight? Tingting is truly the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She has a great figure, and her proportions are perfect. She's almost flawless."
My uncle said, "Tingting is still a virgin. You saw her hymen yesterday, which means Tingting is a good girl. We went too far yesterday, but seeing Tingting climax several times in her sleep shows how sensitive her body is."
My uncle continued, "If you want to play tonight, the method is the same as yesterday—no penetration. You must remain sober. As long as..."

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