Exposing My Pussy
I was a good-looking girl from a poor family. At school, I got an income stream from a gang of geeks.
It started when I was 13 with Nigel, the school chest champion and founder of the local Star Trek fan club (AKA total geek). He had asked me out on a date like a million times, all of which I politely declined, although it did boost my puberty self-conscious young self; I did like him, but not that way. He would also help me with Maths. During one of our homework sessions (where he pretty much did my homework for me), he put a proposal forward. He asked if he could see my pussy as he’d never seen a real one, and we were doing sex education at the time. I said no, that wouldn’t be appropriate; he then offered me twenty pounds to show him. At the time, my parents could only afford to give me five pounds a week in pocket money. I also had to wear hand-me-downs from my older sister. Twenty quid at the time would buy me a new bra I desperately needed. So, I got him to promise never to tell anybody, which he promised never to do. I stood in Infront of him and lowered my jeans and panties, and revealed my pussy. Nigel was fascinated by it and was shaking as he looked at my private place. I felt very self-conscious, except for my mum and a couple of doctors; nobody else had seen my pussy. Nigel told me I was beautiful through a shaky voice, which made me feel good.
A couple of weeks later, during another homework session at his house, he asked if he could see my pussy again, but this time with me lying down so he could see all of it. He offered me another twenty pounds. However, my business prowess which would serve me well in adulthood, came in and said I would lay down, but it would cost him thirty pounds. He agreed. This felt very different from the first time; I removed my jeans and panties and lay my legs apart. Nigel was shaking again and had his head inches away from my pussy. He said again with a very shaky voice that I was beautiful, and he was amazed I had so much hair around my pussy. I probably lay there for ten minutes, at points I could feel his breath on my pussy. This was the first time I felt my pussy start to ‘cream’ without me touching her.
The next time we were together he asked if Mark from the chest club could see me too, he was also offering thirty pounds. I knew Mark; he was even more of a geek than Nigel. I said I’d need to talk to him first. I told Mark I would report him if he told anybody, I also told Nigel, again, not to tell anybody else, or I would never talk to him again. Mark gave me the thirty pounds, and I lay on the bed with my jeans and panties off as Nigel and Mark looked at me. I enjoyed exposing myself this time. I felt pretty powerful having these two boys totally under my power. They were both shaking with nervous excitement or arousal. Nigel asked if he could touch me, and I said no. Mark asked if I would separate my labia so they could see what was inside my pussy. I thought about it and said it would cost another twenty, on top of the thirty pounds. Nigel said he would cover it. I separated my pussy lips revealing my inner feminine secrets. I remember being turned on, probably because Mark was not bad-looking.
A couple of months later, four geeks were paying me money to expose myself and touch me. I would make an appointment to do ‘homework’ with one of the guys and would turn up, often speak to the parents, and then be in their bedroom either with their hand in my panties touching my pussy, or naked from the waist down as I was explored. Nigel was the first to play with my clitoris and to make me orgasm. This continued until I was about 15, when I got my first boyfriend.
I’m neither ashamed nor proud of my actions, I needed money, and nobody got hurt; in fact, I did enjoy parts of it, and the guys certainly enjoyed parts of me!!
