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Skin Trade
By Cal Y. Pygia
Sixteen-year-old Jennifer Beale put down her romance novel.
The sun was hot. It burned mercilessly, baking her. She
wished she'd worn a swimsuit instead of a halter top, a
knee-length skirt, bobby sox, and sandals. A two-piece suit
or, better yet, a bikini would have exposed her upper legs,
her back, and her tummy to the air, allowing the faint,
intermittent breeze to cool her.
She'd looked forward to reading the last chapter of "Blithe
Boys", to see whether the protagonist, Anne Summers, would
find both sex and true love in the arms of her man, but the
heat had made it too difficult to read. She couldn't
concentrate. All she could think of was how hot she was and
how the sweat tickled as it ran down her ribs, between her
breasts, and down her back and tummy.
Sitting up in the chaise lounge, she looked over the lake.
The sultry day made the sparkling water look inviting.
Again, she wished she'd worn a bathing suit. A swim would
have been wonderful.
Why not take a dip, anyway? she asked herself. There was no
one around. Her parents had gone into town to see a movie
and do some shopping. They wouldn't be home for a couple of
hours. Their property was far from any other residence, and
people hardly ever passed this way. If anyone did chance to
come by, he or she wouldn't know that Jennifer was naked
because she'd be in the lake, up to her neck in the water.
It wasn't likely that a salesman or anyone other visitor
would step foot on the property; her family seldom had
company.
She looked to her right. She looked to her left. No one was
anywhere to be seen. The water did look inviting.
She shrugged, removing her halter top. A breeze sprang up,
to fan the sleek flesh of her bare breasts. Her nipples
stiffened.
Standing, she laid the halter top on the chair, stepped out
of her sandals, and removed her sox. She removed her skirt
and lavender thong panties and stood naked in the sun, its
heat warm upon her breasts, buttocks, and pubes. She laid
the skirt, panties, socks, and sandals on the lounge chair,
beside the halter top, and scrambled down the slope that
led to the lake, wincing from time to time as she stepped
upon a sharp or jagged stone.
In a few moments, she was at the edge of the lake. She
dipped a toe into the water. She jerked the digit back. The
water was cold!
She hesitated. Then, bracing herself, she took a deep
breath and stepped into the water. She shivered, but made
herself continue, walking through the slick mud as she
followed the slope down into lake. The mud oozed between
her toes, and the water became murkier with every step.
Within seconds, the water had risen, shockingly cold and
refreshing, past her knees, her hips, and her breasts. It
felt as if she'd encased herself in ice. The heat of the
day was gone, as completely as if it had never existed. She
smiled, releasing a long sigh of relief and contentment.
---
Ninety minutes later, Jennifer had had enough of the lake.
Wading about the large body of water had cooled her, and
the intensity of the afternoon sun had faded as the fiery
orb descended toward the horizon. Although it wasn't near
sunset, it was late enough for the blazing heat to have
subsided somewhat and Jennifer had been in the lake so long
that her skin was starting to pucker. Besides, her mom and
dad would be home in a half an hour or less. Although they
wouldn't mind that she'd doffed her clothes to swim in the
nude, she wasn't keen on their seeing her naked.
She trudged toward the shore, the mud at the bottom of the
lake sucking at her toes as she lifted first one foot and
then the other. The water darkened with her every step, as
the muck, unsettled by her steps, rose, swirling in the
water. Within a few plodding steps, the water had fallen
below her breasts, and her smooth, firm, round bosoms
gleamed, shining with the water that cascaded from them.
Her nipples were swollen; they stood out like thimbles from
the puffy areolas. She continued to wade toward shore, and
soon her firm, flat stomach was also glistening with the
water that streamed from her bare abdomen.
Wheet-whew!
Jennifer stopped in her tracks, horrified to hear the wolf
whistle, which meant not only that she was no longer alone,
but also that she'd been seen. Someone had observed her,
bare-breasted, slogging toward the shore.
"Damn, girl! I didn't know you had tits like those!"
Oh, God! Jennifer thought, feeling panicked, it was Clyde
Ludd! Of all people, why did it have to be Clyde who'd
spied her? No trick was too low or too mean for the
sadistic bully to play on her or anyone else. Having seen
her breasts, there was no way that Clyde was going to leave
before he'd seen the rest of her body.
"You're one fine-looking piece, Jennifer Beale!" the bully
called.
Frantically, Jennifer looked from left to right, trying to
spot the unwelcome visitor. She couldn't catch a glimpse of
him, which meant he must be hiding. He could see her well
enough, though! Hastily, she retreated to deeper water,
almost slipping in the slick muck. She nearly fell, and
Clyde laughed, amused at her dilemma.
"Come on out, Jennifer. I seen your titties, but I ain't
seen the rest of you yet."
"You're never going to, Clyde Ludd! You're trespassing! Get
off my property!"
Clyde laughed. "Not 'til I seen all there is of you to
see." He stepped from behind an oak tree and sauntered to
the chaise lounge, where her clothes lay. He inspected the
items of her attire. Holding up the halter top, he said,
"Damn, but you know how to dress!"
Jennifer felt herself blush. She was glad for the distance
that separated her from Clyde. He might have had a glimpse
of her breasts, but he couldn't see her blush, at least.
Next, he held up the thong panties. "Hoo-hee! You dress
like a slut, girl!"
Jennifer's face reddened again. "My mom and dad will be
home soon!" Jennifer warned.
"You'd best come out, then. You don't want them to see you
the way I seen you."
"I'm not coming out, so you may as well go home," Jennifer
retorted.
"I got all day." He petted her skirt, as if he could feel
her buttocks through the fabric. "You'll pucker up like a
prune and turn blue before I leave."
"Bastard!"
Clyde chuckled. "I'm that and worse," he agreed cheerfully.
"Tomorrow, you'll find out just ho much worse, when I tell
everybody how you was skinny-dipping and how I seen your
titties."
"You wouldn't dare!"
"If you don't know me any better than that, you don't know
me at all."
"No one's going to believe you."
"They will if I show them these trophies." Clyde waved the
halter top and thong panties at her. "A girl who'd wear
these would do anything."
Jennifer felt her cheeks burn again. "A lot of girls wear
clothes like mine," she said defensively. It felt strange
to defend herself to someone like Clyde Ludd.
"Yeah, all the sluts and whores," he rejoined.
The sun had dropped lower in the western sky. Jennifer's
parents would be home any time now. She had to find a way
to get rid of Clyde before they arrived.
"You go home now, Clyde, and I won't call the police."
"You got a phone in there with you?"
"When I do come out."
"That's what I'm waiting for; come on out. After I see your
cunt and tits and ass, you can call the cops if you want,
and tell them I seen your cunt and tits and ass if you want
to them and everyone else in this Podunk town to know."
Jennifer considered the bully's words. The cops wouldn't
share tell anybody about her predicament, would they?
Wasn't it against the law for the police to share such
details with the public? She wasn't sure. Would a police
report be considered a public record, to be shared with
anyone and everyone? Would her status as a minor protect
her from the release of such information? Even if her age
did prevent the release of such details, wouldn't the
investigating officers be likely to share their account of
their investigation with their colleagues?
Jennifer could just see them now, talking about how they'd
been summoned to probe a complaint that Jennifer Beale, a
sixteen-year-old local girl, had been ogled by the likes of
Clyde Ludd! They'd snicker about the incident over their
coffee and doughnuts or make her the topic of their locker
room talk, grinning and guffawing over the quandary of the
teenager who was caught skinny-dipping by one of the town's
least desirables. Ugh! The sun was even lower in the sky
now. Time was quickly running out.
Clyde picked up Jennifer's copy of "Blithe Boys". Inwardly,
Jennifer groaned. The cover of the trashy romance showed a
bare-chested boy standing close to a scantily clad young
woman, his eyes feasting upon the nipples showing through
the taut-stretched fabric of her tank top. Clyde opened the
cover. His lips moved as he read. He found a particularly
juicy passage, and he read it aloud to Jennifer, stumbling
over the words and mangling the prose:
Susan caught Barry staring at her breasts through
the thin, tight cotton top she'd worn, without a
bra, and she felt embarrassed, but also excited.
Her areolas were puffy, and her nipples were
erect. They drew Barry's eyes to her firm, high,
round breasts, as Susan had known they would. I'm
such a tease! she thought. It was true. She was a
tease, but she couldn't help it. She lobed the
sexy feeling she had when a man was attracted to
her physically and sexually. It made her feel
beautiful and desirable. It made her feel
powerful. She felt a trickle of wetness along her
inner thigh, which, she knew, wasn't sweat. If
Barry wants me, she thought, all he had to do is
ask.
"Hoo-hee! You really are a slut, ain't you?"
"That's just a book."
"So's "Little Women", but you chose this one to read,
right?" he chuckled.
Jennifer said nothing. What could she say?
Clyde looked at his watch. "You coming out?"
She hesitated. "What time is it?"
Clyde laughed. "Time to show me your tits, ass, and cunt,
that's what time it is."
Jennifer bit her lower lip. She felt tears well in her
eyes. Her parents would be home any time. Clyde wasn't
leaving. She hated to let him see her naked, but what else
could she do?
"If I come out, you promise not to tell anyone?"
"Hell, no! Why should I promise you anything?"
"I'll come out if you promise not to tell."
"You'll come out sooner or later, anyway." He shrugged.
"Okay, I promise."
"You won't tell anyone?"
"I said I wouldn't."
Jennifer hesitated. She felt mortified, knowing that the
ugly, pimple-faced, lewd, crude Carl Ludd, of all people,
would be ogling her naked body, his gaze lingering upon her
breasts, her genitals, and her buttocks while he
entertained God-only-knew what sort of thoughts well, that
wasn't really true, Jennifer thought she had a pretty good
idea of the types of perverted thoughts a boy like Clyde
Ludd would be apt to entertain. She shivered, imagining the
pictures that would project themselves in the bully's
distorted mind. Sighing, she walked in, toward the shore.
She could almost feel Clyde's gaze as he waited for the
water level to drop enough for him to get a glimpse of her
breasts. She but her lip harder, continuing her nightmarish
trek toward the shore.
The water sloshed around her chest, and she could feel the
beads rush over the peaks of her breasts and down the
cleavage between them. She could feel rivulets stream over
her stomach. The water level dropped, revealing her
breasts. The thought that the loathsome Clyde Ludd was
staring at her bosoms was almost unendurable. She knew he
was squeezing and kneading and pinching the smooth cushions
of her breasts in his mind, and flicking her nipples with
his fingertips. The thought of his the outrages he was
committing on her in his mind was horrible; at the same
time, disgustingly enough, it was also somehow exciting.
Her nipples were stiff and swollen.
Trying to blot the idea of Clyde kisses and caresses of her
naked body from her mind, Jennifer continued to trudge
toward the shore. The water dropped to her waist, exposing
her navel. She imagined Clyde picturing his semen spewing
over her stomach, to pool upon her tummy and to fill her
navel with its sticky thickness. Ugh!
"Damn!" Clyde called, astonishment in his voice. "You ain't
no girl!"
Jennifer felt tears burst from her eyes and trickle down
her cheeks. She blinked, trying to prevent herself from
experiencing a total breakdown. Her secret, which she had
guarded from everyone but her parents (who, after all, had
had to agree to the procedures), was out! Now that Clyde
Ludd knew that she was a transsexual, everyone in school
hell, everyone in town would also know. Jennifer would be
regarded as a freak or, even worse, a joke.
"You're a man!" Clyde cried.
"I'm not," Jennifer protested.
"You got a cock," he argued, "and balls."
"I have breasts, too." Her buttocks were sleek and round,
too, like a woman's. "I'm a transsexual."
"A what?"
"A transsexual."
"What the hell is that?"
Jennifer considered trying to explain, but she knew Clyde
wouldn't be able to comprehend, so she put it in terms that
maybe he could grasp. "A chick with a dick."
Clyde laughed. "Damn, I guess I seen everything now! Wait
'til I tell the guys at school!"
Jennifer pouted. "You said you wouldn't tell."
The water was down to her knees. Her small cock, limp and
soft, looked forlorn against the backdrop of the diminutive
scrotum that housed her balls.
"I lied," Clyde informed her.
"Bastard!"
"Maybe I won't tell," he declared.
"Really?" Jennifer cried hopefully.
"If you suck my cock."
Jennifer gagged. Suck Clyde Ludd's cock? She'd rather die!
"No way!" she gasped.
Clyde laughed. "Have it your way."
He rose, stuffing her halter top and panties into his
pockets. "Tomorrow, everyone in town will know you're a guy
or, sorry, a chick with a dick." He laughed. The sound of
his scorn, Jennifer knew, would be repeated hundreds, if
not thousands, of times during the next few days as more
and more townspeople heard the news that Jennifer Beale was
a transsexual.
"Be seeing you," Clyde called, as he turned to leave.
"Wait!"
Clyde stopped. He turned, facing her. "For what?"
"I'll do it."
"Do what?"
Jennifer knew damn well he knew what she meant, but the
bully was going to make her say it, anyway. Humiliated, she
swallowed her anger. Her face reddening, she answered,
"Suck your cock."
Clyde grinned, grasping the bulge that showed at the crotch
in his jeans. "Hot damn!"
"But you have to swear not to tell anyone that I have a
penis," she added, embarrassment reddening her face again.
"I swear."
"You have to swear on your momma's grave," she demanded.
"I swear on my momma's grave," Clyde repeated.
Jennifer walked up the mucky slope, out of the lake, and
closed the short distance between the water's edge and the
chaise lounge, near which the bully waited. She moved aside
her clothes and sat. Clyde unzipped, hauling out his cock.
It was a monster, eight inches long and thick as a salami,
stiff and swollen, with a drop of Cowper's fluid, or pre-
cum, at the tip of the purple glans. "You aren't diseased,
are you?" Jennifer asked.
"No, you queer bitch, I ain't diseased!"
"Let's go behind the tool shed," she suggested, "where
we'll have a little more privacy."
"No, you're going to suck me right here, right now."
"Please. I just want?"
"I don't care what you want. Do it, here and now, or I'll
tell everybody about your little secret."
Jennifer frowned. Her parents would be home soon. They
might catch her sucking Clyde's cock. Clyde wouldn't care,
of course. The bastard would be delighted that Jennifer had
been further humiliated. Her only hope was to get it over
with as soon as possible. Hating herself for doing so,
Jennifer parted her lips, taking Clyde's stiff, hard cock
into her mouth. Thankfully, he was clean, at least, and
didn't smell.
She slid her rounded lips down the thick, rigid shaft of
the swollen member, taking as much of its length into the
warm-soft-wetness of her mouth as possible. Then, she
withdrew, raising her head to let the saliva-glistening
column of flesh slide back, out of her mouth while she
lightly kneaded and stroked Clyde's big, heavy balls with
the tips of her long, lacquered nails. Clyde moaned,
writhing on the chaise lounge.
Jennifer's head bobbed up and down, in a slow, steady
rhythm as she rode Clyde's prick with her mouth, letting
the saliva-slick penis slide back and forth through her
lips.
"Mmm! Suck it, bitch! Suck my cock!" the bully encouraged
her.
Jennifer paused, letting the erection slide free of her
mouth and lips. She lowered her head farther, to lick
Clyde's balls through the silken flesh of his scrotum.
Clyde groaned, squirming on the chaise lounge. Never had he
had such excellent oral service. This chick with a dick,
having a cock of her own, really knew how to give head. It
was incredible!
Next, Jennifer took first one testicle into her mouth,
nursed at it with her tongue and the inner walls of her
cheeks, and then released it to perform the same actions
upon the other testicle.
"Ohhh, baby!" Clyde called.
Baby, was it? Jennifer asked herself. A few minutes ago,
the bastard had been calling her a "slut" and a "whore" and
a "bitch." She had half a mind to bite the fucker's dick
off. Instead, she took his member back into her mouth and
increased the tempo of her sucking.
Clyde's thighs began to quiver. His buttocks flexed. His
hips bucked and heaved. He was near orgasm, Jennifer knew.
She plunged her mouth down hard, then jerked it back,
pumping his organ with her mouth, faster and faster while
she kneaded his balls between her fingertips.
A shudder ran through Clyde, from his neck and shoulders to
his feet, and his hips thrashed. Moaning and groaning, he
rolled violently from side to side, his thighs quaking. His
erection lurched and strained in her mouth.
Jennifer felt a gush of fluid warmth and tasted the
saltiness of the thick, creamy semen that filled her mouth.
Clyde's convulsing cock spewed jet after jet of his seed
into her mouth, over her tongue, against her palate, and
against the inner walls of her cheeks. She swallowed and
swallowed, licking the last drops of the bully's semen from
his dwindling prick.
"You're a great cock sucker," Clyde said. Jennifer didn't
take his comment as a compliment. She was sure he meant
only to denigrate her.
"Just remember our deal," she replied. "You promised not to
tell anyone that I'm a transsexual."
"I'm going to tell everybody," he said, grinning.
Jennifer only smiled. Her response was anything but the one
that Clyde had anticipated. He'd imagined her screaming
angrily, sobbing hysterically, or recoiling from him in
shocked disbelief; he'd never pictured her smiling at him
like this, serene and self-possessed.
"I'm going to tell everybody," he repeated.
"Go ahead," she replied.
He stared at her. "You don't think I will?"
"I know you would," she answered. "That's why I agreed to
suck your cock."
"Huh?"
"Go ahead. Tell anyone you like. Tell everybody at school.
Tell everybody in town."
Clyde waited, unsure of what to say. He sensed she had some
kind of plan, but he couldn't figure out what it might be.
"And then I'll tell everybody how a chick with a dick
sucked your cock. The whole town will think you're a queer,
Clyde. Everywhere you go, people will laugh and point and
whisper about you behind your back, saying, 'There goes
Clyde Ludd, the faggot.'"
Clyde's fists balled at his sides. "You wouldn't dare!"
"Yes, I will," Jennifer said, "if I have to."
"I'll beat your ass if you do."
"It'll be worth it."
"You bitch!"
Jennifer smiled. Coming from someone like Clyde Ludd, such
a word was a compliment. "Thank you."
They heard the sound of a car turning into the driveway.
"That's Mom and Dad," Jennifer announced. "I'd be leaving
if I were you."
"You'd better not say a word about any of this," Clyde
warned.
"I won't," Jennifer agreed, "if you don't."
The bully knew when he'd been bested. "I won't," he
promised.
This time, she believed him. As he left, Jennifer smoothed
her clothes, felt her face and hair, to make sure none of
Clyde's semen remained where he'd spurted it, and hurried
to the house to greet her parents, hoping they wouldn't
want to know how her day had gone. They were the best
parents in the world, and she didn't like lying to them.
She wouldn't have to do so, she realized. Even if they did
ask about her day, she could say, quite truthfully, that it
had gone well. After all, she'd defused Clyde's threat to
tell everyone that she was a transsexual. Her secret
identity was intact.
Considering the alternative, her day had gone very well,
indeed.
It had been a splendid day.
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