August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 34
Little Peaches

Darn if it aint a society!
	It was guessed that at one time Peach Tree had a community of about 100 or so.  Like Forrestville, it was likely to thrive.  Forrest didn’t mind, he tried hard to put those he had left behind him, he vowed not to abandon the current society he was creating.  And there was the subtle hope that someday he would return to his namesake to see how they had progressed.
	Of course, he still felt that many would be pissed and despise him for his abandonment.  Others would forgive him.  If he could explain away his disappearance as like accidentally stepping into a New World, encounter with a Creep, something like, then maybe…
	But the likelihood of ever returning to Forrestville was—unlikely.
	The New World was made up of thousands of mini world, they why of which was elusive—but there had to be a reason, there had to be.

	Greg and Marsha easily fell in with the general scheme of things in Peach Tree, they fretted about their family on the Other Side, though.  But that was natural and a given.  Inasmuch as Marsha had been “initiated” into the Scouts—on her second day of being in Peach Tree she was once more “initiated.”  Ted, Joe, Josh, Austin, Greg, Forrest took their allotted turns initiating the young vixen.  She was good.  
	Ted fucked her firstly and gave her a good doinking; he pulled out a time or two to lengthen his “stay” with her, humped her poon pie and poked her backdoor.  Then it was all about humping to get his nut—of which he did.  And WHAT a nut it was—cum flowed like a river, coating his cock and balls and pooling under Marsha’s fuckable fucked (backdoor) fuck hole.  
	Joe took his turn nextly.  Joe Sandyeyes had a small dick, short but thick.  Marsha gripped the bedding of the mattress she lay on as the American Indian-Mexican made entry into her.  Her nipples were perky and Joe suckled them as he drilled her.

	The fuck from Joe was lasting, he took his time.  Only minutes had there been from Ted to Joe, minutes more there would be before Josh got his turn.  He and Austin had become good buddies, they were close in age and happily frolicked all about the town, getting into various mischief of this and that—typical stuff for boys.  But with the lack of Law & Government and Nosey Pesky Interloping citizens, no trouble resulted.
	Joe unleashed a terrific current of cum.  He slammed his fat schlong into Marsha’s nearly thirteen year old cunt and pumped vigorously until he virtually collapsed onto her.  His cock, though, continued to pump…
	The remaining boys got their dibs in.  Then, like the night Marsha was “initiated”, she was turned onto her stomach, knees on the floor, arms out, ass prime.  Each boy who had fucked her cunny smacked her ass.  Repeatedly.  Most smacked her ass bare handed, Ted and Forrest used a wide belt.
	Though indeed it hurt and gave the young girl’s ass some welting, she orgasmed as a result.  Joshua stuffed her mouth with his dick.  Marsha clutched the boy’s ass and endured the beating.

*

	There, too, was Julie and Arnold.
	Julie Barns and Arnold Hay.  Both ten years young and adorable, especially Julie.  And you couldn’t tell by the looks of them that they were naughty little dickens.  But they were!  Truly!  For a while, though, they were scared, confused, and needed time to be integrated into the New World scheme of things.  But eventually they were.  Naturally!
	Julie Barns.  For ten she was very nice, had some decent palm sized hooters and a delightful smile—to go along with that astounding delicious little body.  All the boys (and man) of Peach Tree desired her.  She was cute.  Her smile and butt were intoxicating.  She had an incredible laugh about her, her charm and poise.  Very polite she was, happy-go-lucky and very sweet.  
	With her brown hair styled differently almost every day, dazzling blue eyes, her smile and butt and charm—she warmed the hearts and cocks of all the guys.  But it was Arnold Hay who was her love(r).  
	Arnold Hay.  A blond hair fellow, very slenderly built, shy, incredible green eyes, and warm for Julie’s form.  He was a typical boy of ten, curious about sports, history, and girls.  Delving into Arnold’s mind as well as Julie’s, Forrest was able to construct their little story.

	Young Arnold Hay had come to the age whereas his dick got hard.  A lot.  Almost constantly!  He found, too, that it felt really good to “play” with it; it felt better to lay on his stomach on his bed and hump the bejeezus out of it.  He found, too, rubbing his ass, squeezing his cheeks, and thinking of every girl he knew young and old naked helped loads.
	And speaking of “loads”, Arnold had begun to cum.  At first it scared him, the natural instinct of whacking himself off had come to him—with the help of hearing boy gossip, drawings in the boys’ bathroom, television and movies, Arnold found the more delightful art of humping the snake almost as pleasurable as humping his bed.
	But while “choking the chicken” he shot a load.
	A huge stream of spunk exploded from his dinky penis!  But it felt good.  He didn’t know if it was supposed to happen or not, but …
	He soon found himself masturbating two to three times a day; before school, after school, and before going to sleep (humping the bed.)  he sometimes humped the bed before getting up, too.
	At school he had a horrific time as all the girls were cute.  And discussing boners and things with the “guys” wasn’t cool.  He had no one to confide in or go to.  It was his personal agony that got him noticed.
	Julie.  Like Arnold, Julie had no siblings.  She had cousins, uncles, a daddy, and so on, but no brothers (or sisters.)  Some cousins were close to her age, some older—some younger.  Of the older ones she had seen “getting it on.”  They were brothers and sisters and naughty.  They had included young cousin Julie in their sexual frolic and Julie had found the pleasures of sexual gratification at an early age; with a male cousin she had been talked into getting “freaky” with and got her cherry busted by him.  She had been merely eight at the time.  The male cousin was twelve almost thirteen.  
	She soon was giving blowjobs and spreading her butt cheeks, too.
	Two older female cousins taught her the delights of cunt munching.
	On her own, Julie listened and privately watched her parents fuck.  She often saw her father masturbating (after the fucking he had done unto his wife.)  Neither parent was Julie’s biological parent, however—Julie was adopted.
	When surprise visiting an uncle (also not biologically connected) Julie saw him with another couple—guys and gals all naked all getting “freaky.”  Julie watched and was busted by Arnold.
	Arnold was in shock.  To Julie, though, it was no big deal.  Her uncle was apparently into Swapping, his girlfriend and another couple all mingling together—guy to guy and gal to gal, and everything in between.

	To say the least it was an eye opener for Arnold.
	Julie noticed the boy’s agony, and his boner he tried to conceal.  Blushing and smiling Julie took Arnold’s hand,
	“Want to come to my house?” she asked.
	Arnold gulped and couldn’t move.  He shrugged.
	“No one’s home,” she added, “my Mom is out of town in New York and my Dad’s at work.”
	Oh…
	Arnold thought thoughtfully, if he could make it to Julie’s house and get into the bathroom to jerk off he’d be fine.
	The two children snuck away from the Uncle’s home and scooted away.

	By the time they had gotten to Julie’s home, Arnold had a problem, his cock had spilled some juices soiling his underwear and creating a small spot/stain visible on his pants front.  He was greatly embarrassed and Julie saw it.
	“It’s okay.” Julie tried to calm the frightened boy.
	Arnold was stunned.  And while he was still speechless—
	“We can wash them and no one will know…”
	You could of hit Arnold upside the head with a rake…
	Again Julie was in charge, she took the boy to the laundry room, then waited for him to undress.  Arnold was too stunned still to move.  Julie looked to him, “Well?” she then looked down to her own pants,
	“Well, maybe I ought to wash mine, too.”
	Arnold stopped breathing.  
	Blinking his eyes excessively he watched as the girl before him undone her tight blue jeans and tugged them down.  She stood in powder blue panties.  Arnold had seen a girl’s panties only in the department stores.  He was enthralled—and his cock was screaming hard—and still “soiling” his underwear.
	Julie dumped her pants into the washer and turned to once more a-wait on her stunned friend.  He was at a loss.  “You-you mean right n-now??”
	Julie gave him the look, twisted her mouth and pooched one hip out while resting her dainty little hands on the other.
	Arnold struggled to breath and grab a thought or two.  Somehow he found himself undoing his jeans and pushing them down.  There was a struggle, though, with the getting the jeans off over the shoes.  Julie wiggled her toes, Shoes go off first.

	Arnold had to sit on the floor to work his shoes off and pants.  This gave Julie a nice view of his crotch.  She was all smiles.  She removed her top and then shucked her panties, too.
	Arnold stopped breathing again.
	Julie was nude.  She was lovely nude.  Arnold didn’t mean to stare but he couldn’t help it, he had never seen a girl naked.  His cock was exploding.  Julie squatted down and helped pull off his clothes dumping them into the washer.  She then poured some washing powder and set the controls.  All the while Arnold sitting on the floor in extreme close proximity could view her butt bare assed naked body.  
	Julie turned to him again.  Her lips were pursed and she seemed to be “waiting.”
	“What?” Arnold asked.
	“Your underwear.” she indicated.
	Arnold gulped and looked down to his basic white briefs.  He couldn’t.  If he pulled them off—why, he’d be naked! 
	Blinking his eyes he stared at the nude Julie.  

	Unable to stand Arnold lay back and shucked his underwear.  Julie took them off his feet and tossed them into the washer then closed the lid.  Strands of cum dripped from Arnold’s pud, the head of his mushroom glistened with his juices—and the shaft was still very muchly stiff.
	“Want to come see my room?” Julie perked.
	Arnold shrugged, he guessed so and followed the naked tart down the hall to her room.

	Julie had a typical girlie room, it wasn’t in colors of pink but had assorted dolls, plush animals, girl rock bands on the wall, a fish tank, and so on.  Arnold got the grand tour before Julie commented, “I like your worm.” she said with a smile.  Her face was so warm and charming, Arnold didn’t take offense to comment.  Arnold blushed red and bowed his head.  His blond hair was long and almost shaggy and unkempt, but it was a style and Arnold was trying to fit in with the trendy styles of the day.
	“May I touch it?”
	Again, Arnold was unable to breath.  He blinked his eyes excessively again and watched as Julie placed her fingers about his worm.
	‘Holy shit!’ he blurted to himself.  Or maybe it was aloud, he wasn’t quite sure.  All he knew was that someone other than himself was handling his pud.  And he liked it!
	
	Presently the young vixen took Arnold by the hand, placing said hand onto her naked tushy.  She also had to help him make small circles on her naked tushy until he got the idea and took over on his own.  His pud became all the more stout.
	Julie herself began rubbing/caressing Arnold’s ass, their bodies pressed together and soon Arnold’s stiffy was angled down between her legs.  Arnold had to admit (to himself) that it was better than humping his hand or bed.  Way better!
	It got even more Way Better…

	Arnold would have to learn new breathing techniques if he was to hang with Julie—after much ado about caressing and rubbing and tugging, Julie Barns eased to her knees…
	Arnold watched her and knew what was transpiring—he had heard of such things but couldn’t believe them.  Julie worked his incredibly stiff rod, then she began licking the glistening head, rolling her tongue about the super sensitive crown.  She then tugged the skin of the shaft to the base as her sweet mouth engulfed the mushroom portion of his schlong.
	Arnold had never had such a sensation.  
	Julie very expertly pleased Arnold, one hand squeezing his dick at the base while the other clutched his ass.  Occasionally during the suck off she would clutch his barely hairy balls.  Arnold’s pud pulsed in her mouth and that “feeling” of ejaculation overwhelmed the boy.  He was in fear, he had tasted the spunk stuff that had shot out of his prong and it was gross.  Very gross.  He couldn’t shoot his load off into Julie’s mouth—could he?
	The suction that Julie had on his prong was incredible.  She had fully engulfed his pecker and wasn’t letting go.  Not that Arnold would care.  In like he humped his hand and bed, Arnold began humping Julie’s face, her mouth.  He wanted his barely hairy balls in her mouth, too—but they did alright up against her chin.
	Natural instinct once more overcame him and directed the young fart to place his hands onto Julie’s bobbing head.  His mouth, toes, ass all began undulating on their own.  That special “feeling” surged in his cock and he knew a huge wad of his milky white goo was filling Julie’s mouth.
	However, she wasn’t sickened or grossed out.  She continued sucking the cock until it finally at last began to soften.  The euphoric feeling of sex was brief, the sensations lingered and Julie finally pulled back her head.  Arnold toyed with his cum squirter, his mind totally blitzed.
	“Want to do me?” Julie asked standing up and sitting on her bed.
	Arnold wasn’t quite sure what she meant—but he watched as the girl opened her legs, laying back and fully exposing her pussy.  Thankfully for Arnold, Natural Instinct guided him; watching Julie finger her bald beaver put him in knowledge.  He had always wanted to see a girl’s pussy, he wanted to see her pee, hear her fart, and even poop!  Mostly he just wanted to see a girl naked.
	Julie’s naked cunt was virtually hairless, there were fine light brown hairs on her smooth twat, there was the “mound” and then the crack.  Arnold spent a few moments examining the poon, Julie’s fingers rolled around the snatch increasing their pace.  This enticed the gazing Arnold to stick out his tongue.
	The taste of Julie’s poon was not too terrible.  There was the slight hint of “salt” and other tastes he wasn’t sure of.  He did suddenly realize that the poon of a girl was where she peed from.  Surely Julie would PEE on him?  Would she?
	Arnold began licking the pussy like it was an ice cream.  Julie’s body wriggled and pumped into his face and became very slick.  He found that the more he licked and thrashed his tongue about the more Julie seemed to like it—a lot!  Arnold kept it up until he suddenly realized his cock was more in demand of his attention.
	Julie raised her legs, pulling them back.  Taking a break, Arnold sat back and took a new gander at Julie’s wares.  He could see her asshole and he knew what came out of there, too!  Regardless, the boy took his tongue and applied it to her hole.
	It was clean but funky.  But somehow the boy felt highly intrigued about it—licking a girl’s butt hole!  His cock was amazingly stiff and there was a tingling sensation he couldn’t ignore.  While he licked Julie’s rim, his nose nudged her slicked up cunny.  Soon Arnold was crawling up onto Julie’s body.  It was that natural instinct working again.  Julie was all smiles and helped guide the boy’s dong into her body.
	It was way better than fucking his bed.  Way better.

	Whether he “came” or not was not clear, not to Arnold anyways.  He humped, pumped and did all the things he did when he rubbed himself against his bed, but it was ten jillion times better in Julie’s trim.  The sensation of orgasm was fantastic!  Arnold humped his heart out then some before suddenly finding his energy zapped.  He rolled off of Julie and lay fondling his dick while Julie returned to fingering herself.

	“Did you like it?” she teasingly asked.
	Arnold grinned—he was speechless and blushed.
	“We can do all sorts of things.” Julie piped.
	‘Better than what we just did?’ Arnold queried to himself.
	Julie crawled onto her young lover, sitting on his face.  She then went “down on him”, sucking on his tube steak just freshly pulled from her fresh fucked cunny!  It was new sensations all over again!
	Julie’s cunt was even more slicker than it had been before.  Thankfully, though, Natural Instinct carried Arnold to lick the sopping wet cunny, to place his hands on her soft ass and enjoy himself.
	When after a few minutes of intense sucking and slurping, Julie turned about and straddled her young bewildered lover.  She grinded her cunny against his rigid pole; slowly it eased in and once more they commenced to fucking.
	After a couple of minutes or so, Julie pushed her self up pressed the boy’s cock against her ass.  Arnold was just along for the ride, he didn’t care what she did with it.
	She poked it into her asshole.
	Arnold was clueless at first before he realized he was in the “other” hole.  He didn’t mind, it was a new experience for him AND it was just as pleasing to his wang as it was in the previous hole.
	Julie did all the work but Arnold’s cock kept slipping out.  She moved off of the bed, bringing her confused young lover with her.  Positioning herself on her hands and knees, she guided Arnold into her backdoor.  Arnold needed very little prompting, but he paused to take a long look at Julie’s ass as she was positioned; he had seen many girls on their knees, on their hands and knees—he took into account the positioning of her poon and ass and was incredibly stoked.
	Rubbing his cock against the girl’s ass was great.  He dragged his prick up and down the crack before Julie’s grabbing fingers worked him into her hole.  Arnold pushed inward and Natural Instinct thrilled him.  She was good.  Damn good.  From underneath Julie reached under to toy with the boy’s balls.  Arnold pumped her hole, amazed at what he was doing, and getting away with.  It wasn’t as gross as he thought  it would be.
	Finally there was a tremendous unleashing of a torrent of liquid love.  Arnold pumped hard, shoving his fuck stick into Julie’s cornhole, straining to the max as his pud pulsated in the girl’s anal tract.  He was no longer in control of himself.

	When Arnold was done he was done & done.  He sat back and watched Julie open her ass cheeks, revealing her fresh fucked a-hole and Arnold’s cum oozing out.  He was in awe.  He watched as slowly the girl’s rim closed back up still oozing his love cream.
	Arnold’s love cream still spilled from his pud, too.  He didn’t care, he was exhausted.  He sat on his butt working his cock; his hand being coated in his own spunk.  Julie fingered her gooied hole then turned to face him; she eyed his one-eyed-snake, smiling.
	“Can I get you to do something for me?” she asked.
	Arnold shrugged, “Sure!” very eagerly.
	Julie smiled and batted her pretty eyes.  Tugging in her lower lip she stood and then leaned against the bed.  “Could you spank me?”
	Arnold was in shock.
	It had been a while since he himself had ever been spanked, he didn’t rightly remember but awhile anyways.  Julie couldn’t remember, either, but she liked being spanked just the same.
	Arnold was only too happy to oblige.
	Her ass was great.
	Soft, supple, perfectly shaped, it was awesome.  He used his hands, applying medium smacks to each cheek.  He found that it somehow enticed him; and Julie snaked her hand under her body to thrill her tingling cunny.
	When the girl’s lily white ass began to redden and Arnold’s hands stinging, they switched.  “Your turn!” she said rolling over and then sitting up.
	Arnold was game.
	Julie, too, used just her hands, but her SMACKS were a little harder than what Arnold had dished out.  He took it just the same, finding his cock tingling with an even NEWER sensation; and being pressed upon the bed covers he found himself naturally in a humping mode.
	After a few minutes Julie stopped and caressed Arnold’s burning ass.  She then kissed it.  Arnold thought it a bit weird, but then again the whole sordid situation was a bit weird.
	“You ever put anything up there?” she asked.
	Arnold was dazed.  “What?”
	“Up your butt hole, you ever put anything up your butt hole!?”
	Arnold couldn’t believe what she was saying.  What could go up his butt hole?  The thought and the deed were unconscionable as well as inconceivable.  He shrugged and waited…

*

	In the bathroom Julie applied herself a little petroleum jelly ooze; smearing it liberally all over Arnold’s puckering pooter.  The boy stood bent over with his hands on his knees, one hand holding his right cheek open wide while Julie fingered his rectum.
	Then, came the applications.
	The first “item” was a marker pen.  It was small diameter and thusly not too intrusive.  It was still a mighty tight fit and Arnold felt all kinds of uncomfortable as the pen went in.
	Julie pushed the marker pen in about half way, then pulled it out—only to shove it back in in a repeated manner much like butt sex.  She also used the bathroom toilet plunger!  With that she seemed to try and push the whole thing in!  She fucked the boy’s ass with the plunger until he cried out.  
	“Sorry.” Julie apologized.  
	It was then bath time.  

	No bath actually but a shower.  Arnold had never showered with a girl before—but of course, he had never been NAKED with a girl before, fucked a girl in the ASS before, fucked a girl’s pussy, mouth, before OR have a girl shove a toilet stick up his butt before!
	In the shower Julie soaped her stud up, paying most attention to his cock and balls.  She giggled and blushed all the while and slipped as finger into his a-hole (again!)  What was it with this chick’s fascination with his poop chute!?
	Julie then had Arnold re-stuff her own asshole.  It was soaped up as well as Arnold’s schlong.  She braced against the tiled back wall of the shower enclosure and Arnold worked his crank into her anus.
	Although he had been up her butt once, Arnold had to say that it was yet another unique situation.  The feeling, the sensation of anal sex was mind boggling.  But then again, so was the whole affair.
	He didn’t cum but it felt like he did.  When he pulled out he was peeing!  “Oh God!” he cried, “I’m sorry!”
	Julie only smiled and turning about she gripped his willy and had him spray her.  A very weird chick indeed!

	He didn’t pee a lot as most had gone up her ass and was lost before Julie knew what was happening.  They rinsed off the soap and then dried one off outside the shower.  Then, they pranced happily naked into the kitchen.

	“Soda?” Julie offered.  Arnold accepted.  It was kind of cool, neat, strange, weird, odd, and thrilling to go about butt naked.  He had always wanted to at his house but feared being busted.  The two sat at the round kitchen table drinking their sodas and noshing on gooey treats.  
	They talked shop, typical kid stuff—school, teachers, friends, parents.
	After the soda they moved to the living room to play some video games.  Again, Arnold beside himself with the going about naked.  They played video games for half an hour then Julie offered another soda.  Arnold was one never to turn down soda.  They noshed on more treats and then as they made their way back to the living room, Julie stopped and took the boy’s hand.  The moment seemed right, the house was cool and they were alone—and naked.  They bowed their heads—bumping them together.  They giggled and held hands.  Slowly Julie pressed herself against the stunned nude boy; they caressed one another’s backsides and bare asses all the while pressing their lips together.
	This only led to Arnold getting a boner.
	Julie tugged on the refreshened  schlong, fondling his balls, too.  Then, right there she eased to the green shag carpeting.  Arnold went with her.  She lay on her back with her legs opened wide; her fingers still tugging on the boy’s dong.  Gently she guided the prong into her cunny and they once more commenced to a gracious fuck.

	Julie read the signs (as well as felt) and knew her lover was cumming; his eyes fluttered, his back arched, his pelvis was tightly pressed against her, and she could feel his cock doing its thin inside her.  Arnold pumped vigorously until he was spent.  Then, as his energy was near spent, his eyes widened, 
	“I gotta pee!” he announced.
	Julie smiled, she had been waiting for that…
	Into the bathroom they scurried, Arnold positioned himself at the toilet—but Julie took him by the elbow and led him back into the shower.  She sat against the back wall, sliding down to her butt, “Pee on me!” she said.
	Arnold once more gulped for air.  ‘How weird could she be!?’
	He eventually shrugged and angled his dong to where the stream of his pee would splash on her chest.  It was a nice steady stream and Julie moved her nude body all about, having the urine splash not only on her chest but her pussy and face!

	When he was “empty”, Julie sucked him, licking the head of his cock and diddling her tongue into the piss slit!  Arnold liked.  A lot.  It was strange and weird, sure, but no other girl was doing it for him!
	He then wondered about some of the girls that he DID know.  Jessica Blathers—Mandy Blaine, Carol Kane, Lucy Mack—those girls he knew and liked and they liked him.  Did they suck and such things like Julie to THEIR boyfriends?  Were they secretly naughty?
	What about Ms. Hane?  And Ms. Pipper?  They were hot.  Arnold very muchly wanted to see those two gals naked.  With the image of Julie’s nude body locked in his noggin he easily drempt up what his English and Math teacher looked like naked, or possibly close.  He also drempt up what it would be like for them to suck on his cock and do all the things Julie had done.
	His fantasy was interrupted by Julie positioning him onto the shower floor.  She had a BIG smile on her angelic face.  Arnold was mystified and “just along for the ride.”  Once down with his feet up on the two little seat indents inside the shower, Julie sat on his face.  She wriggled a bit before going down on him once more.  Then…
	Julie raised up and as Arnold had his hands on her ass—she herself began to pee!  A gushing stream of hot piss was expelled from the girl’s cunt, Arnold wasn’t too keen on that.  He thrashed his head about as the hot liquid waste matter splashed down on him, he closed his eyes and curbed his outbursts.  Julie sucked harder on his cock until she was empty.

	With the “water sport” portion of their naughtiness over, Julie got Arnold to peg her on the bathroom floor.  She also had him spank her again as she pressed herself against the toilet.
	In her parents’ room they rolled and 69ed on the bed.
	On the floor of her parents’ room they fucked with Julie on top.
	Arnold took her in the ass, once on the floor and once on the bed.
	Julie got out one of her father’s dress belts and lashed Arnold’s ass.  In turn, Julie received lashings until right at the threshold of pain.  Arnold was about fucked out and he also had to check in at his home.  The kids began to dress just as a car pulled into the driveway…

	It was Julie’s dad—but not Julie’s mom hanging on Julie’s Dad’s arm.
	Hmmmm
	They quickly hustled into the house throwing the Daddy’s briefcase onto the sofa and scurrying down the hall to the bedroom.  Julie was too naïve to understand what was going on.  Arnold was, too.

	The two partially clad kids sneaked down the hallway from their hiding position behind sofa.  The door to the parental unit room was open.  On the bed was Julie’s Dad and his secretary, Darla Phason.  Both was butt bare ass naked—and Darla was on top!  Both Arnold and Julie could see Julie’s Dad’s dick slamming up into Darla’s cunt.  Julie reached her hand down to Arnold’s cock; they both their underwear on, nothing else.  
	Julie’s Dad put his hands onto Darla’s ass and they began to thrash madly about on the bed.  Julie still didn’t realize what was going on—but she was enthused just the same.   She had seen her Step-in Daddy nude before—mostly without his knowledge as he sat on the edge of the bed after “putting it to” his wife jacking off.  
	Then, Julie took Arnold by the hand and guided him to the floor whereupon they snaked along the floor to become under the bed.  Arnold was sure that Julie’s Step-in Daddy would freak and be all kinds of pissed off he they were discovered.  If.
	But the Step-in Daddy was too busy getting laid.  He and his secretary thrashed madly about on the bed all the while his adopted daughter and her friend lay under the bed.  Julie continued her fondling of Arnold as he lay on his stomach she caressed his butt—she seemed to have an extraordinary fascination with his arse.  Fondle-fondle-fondle; her tender exploratory hand slipped under the waist band of his briefs, squeezing his bare ass flesh, then digging down the crack to poke his a-hole.
Arnold didn’t know how much more of that he could take.
	Then Julie farted.
	It was brief, an SBD.  It wasn’t heard by the two lovers topside and only the briefest funk of the matter was smelled by the two lovers below.  Julie giggled.  Arnold was beginning to wonder about the girl…
	At length Arnold rolled onto his backside so as to be able to get to his aching schlong.  Julie got to it first.  She worked his shorts down some and found great pleasure in caressing the ten year old playmate’s cock (and balls.)  Arnold found pleasures there, too.
	As the two lovers topside continued their romping, Julie and Arnold did likewise.  There was no room to fuck, they could barely lay on their sides, so fingering was the thing.  and kissing.  Arnold had at one time thought “kissing” as icky, yicky, and gross.  To kiss a girl was like kissing a toad!  
	With Julie’s hand working his crank, his own hand on her ass, their fiery passions were exalted to new heights and they merged.  Their tongues dwelled feverishly within the other’s mouth and they “humped.”

	Topside the two errant lovers were becoming subdued as the apex of their illicit union came to the final throws.  It was then that Julie broke the union between herself and Arnold and pulled herself up from the foot of the bed.  Arnold came, too.  Pulling their heads up to the topside of the foot of the bed they got an eyeful of Julie’s Step-in Daddy and his secretary—Dan Barns’ massive fuck stick was buried to the hilt into Darla’s cunt, cum was flowing around the shaft and coating the man’s hairy balls.  His smooth hairless ass tightened and there was the straining and pumping to signal the peak of their climax.
	One of them moaned.
	The scent of sex sweat was heavy and Dan began to unleash a massive wad of man spunk.  Darla’s legs opened wide and she pumped back into her married lover, gripping his back and lengthening their climatic ending.
	Finally, though, Dan had given his all.  He came in quarts and virtually collapsed onto his personal secretary.  He didn’t crush her, though.  They lay side by side kissing, cum still spewing from his prick as well as Darla’s twat.  Tender moments there were as the two lay in “afterglow”; Darla at length rolled onto her back, diddling her leaking quivering cunt.  Dan sat up and Julie waited to watch him do what he normally did when he did what he had done to the wife but in this case the secretary.
	But he didn’t.  he sighed, toyed with his cum squirter and then mosied to the bathroom across the hall.  Huh!  Imagine that!  Julie guessed that he didn’t have to play with himself after sex after all.   Hmmmm
	The shower was heard to come on, Darla struggled to sit up, she farted, then strolled to the bathroom to join her lover.  Julie and Arnold remained under the bed for a few minutes and then slipped out and back to Julie’s room.

*

Quirkiness 101
	In the days that followed Arnold was beside himself.  Julie was a weird chick.  But she sucked his dick, sucked his balls, took showers with him, and pleased him with her delightful little cunny!
	She also had this quirky thing of spanking and shoving things into his butt hole.  He guessed he could put up with the quirkiness so long as she “put out.”
	And she did.

	There was the incident of where she put a candy bar up his butt, yep—candy bar—just so as she could watch him poop it out!  It was a typical fudge bar, square.  Julie licked (yep, licked) Arnold clean rim prior to insertion of the candy, then—not too gingerly, she crammed the entire nugget filled caramel fudge bar up his chute!
	Another day alone at Julie’s house, her mother still out of town, her dad at work (banging his secretary no doubt.)  Out in the backyard the two ten year old lovers ran amok in the nude, racing one another back and forth from the patio deck to the back fence.  There was no worries of “spies” or being spied on, the house was locked up (save for the patio door of course) and the sides and back fence were inundated with thick heavy vines, shrubs, trees, and so on.  Only an NBA player could possible see over the fence.
	“Can I put this in your butt?” Julie asked suddenly whipping out the candy bar.  Arnold was shocked.  He didn’t really go for “stuff up his butt”, it was for “pushing” stuff out, not taking stuff in.  But if he turned her down…
	He shrugged and bent over.  They were a little sweaty from their running amok playing a strange game of hide-n-go-seek & tag—if which one person went to hide someplace in the backyard, and the other had to seek the other out.  Once found, the one who was sought and found had to do what the one who found wanted…
	For Arnold, he wanted blowjobs.
	Julie liked to have her cunny sucked and licked on.
	Arnold liked to have someone ELSE fondle his cock (Julie).
	Julie licked to have her butt hole licked.
	Arnold liked to watch Julie pee…
	Julie liked to shove stuff up an asshole (Arnold).
	So, standing buck naked on the backyard patio, Arnold bent over, spread a butt cheek and “received” a candy bar up his arse.  It was a very uncomfortable feeling.  Very.  Julie made no bones about it and made full insertion.  Most of the outer coating of chocolate melted and made it feel as though he had shit himself.  The uncomfortable feeling intensified.
	Then, Julie had him stand up.
	“Keep it in.” she told him.
	Arnold had a stray thought, had she done this before?  Another boy?  To herself?  Very strange girl.  She was quirky, weird, pretty, strange, and pretty strange.  But she did give good head…
	Julie pulled him by the elbow to about the center of the backyard.
	“Ok, now.” she said.

	“Ok, NOW, what?”
	“Poop it out!” she chortled.
	Arnold was mystified.  Who WAS this chick!?
	Arnold squatted like in normally poising for a dump in the woods without a toilet and it was very easy to poop out the intruding makeshift turd.  Julie lay on her stomach watching…

	And then there was—the church.
	Believe it or not—Julie Barns was a Christian.
	Ha!
	She was.  She attended church regularly.  But it was a safe bet that very few if any knew the OTHER SIDE of the cute weird chick.  Dressed up in her fine Sunday clothes she was awesome and a delight to look at, gaze, and fantasize.  (Forrest assumed many of the male persuasion took pleasures of the latter (fantasized.)
	Anyways, Julie knew how to get into the church when church wasn’t in session and no one was there.  One day she got Arnold to go with.  Arnold was kind of reluctant.  It wasn’t his church and felt that breaking into a church anyways was more wrong than he could possibly imagine!  But his Cock overrode his Good Sense and followed Pussy.

	When it was assured that no one was in the church, they shucked their clothes and frolicked.  Frolick-frolick-frolick!!!   They frolicked in the pews, Julie laying out, one leg draped over the back of the pew—invitingly inviting a still bewildered Arnold to fuck her.  And of course he did.
	They frolicked up and down the aisles, Julie assuming the doggie style position, once more inviting her young awestruck lover to “mount” her.  And of course—he did.
	They frolicked up on the stage area where the preacher, deacons, and choirs assembled.  Julie sat on the preacher’s chair and masturbated, then she took the microphone and humped on it!  Then she cast her eyes upon the baptismal water…
	Arnold was once more beside him as he watched the weird chick climb into the baptismal water tank that was above the where the choir sang and dead center.  Once in, the girl commenced to seriously fingering herself as well as unleashing a stream of pee.
	She, too, managed to coax the bewildered Arnold in and as well got him to urinate.  ‘I’m going to Hell for sure, now!’ he said to himself.

	They frolicked on the stage again, Arnold laying down and Julie on top of him.  Then, Julie sighted in on the candles.  Candle decorations on the alter table where there were flowers and bibles and such.  Behind the table (alter) underneath were the collection plates.  
	Grabbing the candles Julie firstly stuffed one into her cunny and fucked it.  Then—and Arnold knew what was next, she slid one in and out of Arnold’s hole.  He was sort of getting used to it.  They then lay on the stage sharing a candle—one end in Julie’s cunt while the other was in Arnold’s bung hole.
	Arnold had to admit, it was not only different, but fun!  Sort of.

	Their FUN was about to be sidetracked as they frolicked in the foyer, prancing all about the entrance there suddenly came a fury of sirens.  The COPS!  In a panic the kids flew about the church they found themselves in the back area changing room where those ready for a New Born Life dressed into all-in-one waterproof coveralls.  
	“Hey, what’s this?” asked Arnold finding what appeared to be a sliding door.  It was locked, however, and so he looked for a new exit.  Julie, however, examined the inset lock.  Then, quick as a wink it was opened.  Arnold was amazed.
	“How’d you do that?”
	“My uncle’s a locksmith.” she reported.  Then, nakedly, she whisked herself inside.  Arnold followed.
	Inside it was dark, a small narrow passageway.  There was a 4x4 mirror that Arnold didn’t remember seeing from the other room, but the mirror looked out into the room.  He suddenly grabbed Julie and lay up against the wall as a sheriff’s deputy was suddenly in the outer room with a gun drawn.  He looked all over, opening a set of lockers and peeking into the laundry basket.  Spotting the door Arnold and Julie had just come to he checked it—to find it locked.
	Satisfied the deputy left.
	Arnold was unable to breath.
	Julie was giddy and horny…

	They did it in the “secret” place.
	They did it in the MENS room; they did it in the WOMENS restroom room.  They did it in the foyer (again) and lastly Julie inserted a thin pick-up choir mic into Arnold’s rectum.  He stood and was uncomfortable with the “item” in his arse, Julie on her knees serviced his tool so it wasn’t too bad.

And then…
	Julie seemed to really get off on getting nearly busted.  More to the point of getting off while in public, or near public.  While with their parents on shopping excursions, Julie got Arnold to whip out his dick while traveling in her parents’ car while in the backseat.  Julie’s folks had a trendy foreign station wagon and the two kids occupied the very back area.
	With his dick out, Julie stroked him.  She herself opened her legs to reveal the fact that she had no panties on under her short summer skirt.  She fingered herself and got Arnold to “go down on her.”
	He did.
	Then, while laying on the floor of the very rear area, Julie got Arnold to fuck her ass.  It was brief and quick, but he was in and out and in and out and in and the out and back up where he belonged.  He had a hell of a time getting his winkie back inside his pants.
	In the mall itself—Arnold and Julie got freaky inside the clothing racks—they were aware of the security cams in the ceiling but figured they were pretty safe inside the clothes.  Here, Julie bent over pulling up her skirt.  Arnold caressed her ass and then made anal entry with his dong.
	In the second/basement floor of a mega anchor store (a national store chain anchored at the ends of a mall—not a place where Capt. Ahab, Bligh, Redbeard, Sinbad, or Drake would find good bargains on anchors…) beyond the bath & linens area and down the hall to the restrooms—Julie went into the MENS room with Arnold after Arnold declared it free and clear.
	They dashed into one of the stalls and Arnold copped a squat on the toidy.  Julie sat on his lap and they fucked.  Arnold had to admit, despite the potentiality of the danger of it all—it WAS thrilling.  Getting caught would be hell, but then that did seem to be the thrill of it; he still though Julie to be a weird ultra horny chick, but oh well.  He clamped his hands to her delicious butt and shoved his fuck stick into her cunny.

	At an amusement park Julie was even worse.  Arnold went along for the ride, Julie was the only girl cutting him her nooky.  And Julie had some delicious nooky!  All over the park where they could they get kinky; kissing, fondling/fingering one another, peeing on one another, and out and out fucking (behind the bushes, in the bushes, behind the rollercoaster as well as UNDER it while it was in operation.  

	At length their parents were bonding and for the summer vacation they were all going to the ultimate amusement park resort.  Midway along their course and the eight seater aircraft they were in encountered major probs.  Julie’s dad was a pilot, but all his skills and experience didn’t help.  Had the aircraft had one of those nifty explosive pillows in the modern 4-wheel vehicle, he may had survived the impact.
	Arnold’s father, however, “lost his head”.

	For awhile, Arnold and Julie needed time to acclimate to their new surroundings.  Just a while, though.  In mere days Julie and Arnold were at it again.  Their acclamation was easier as the No Clothing Option was all around them.  They, too, were privy to watching the others have open sex.  Arnold walked in on the presumable leader of Peach Tree, the one called Forrest, as he banged the arse of his “son”, Austin.
	With Melody, Brandy, and Marsha, young Arnold’s schlong got more of a work out than he ever could imagine.  And though Julie had claimed Arnold as her beau, she didn’t mind him sticking his dinky into other “holes”; she herself enjoyed being stuck.  Ted very muchly enjoyed sticking her; she gave awesome blowjobs and her pussy was still amazingly tight enough to please any cock.
	Joe Sandyeyes and Josh along with Austin, Greg, and Forrest enjoyed the new girl, too.

*

Not so gentle into the night:

In the darkness rolls a restless spirit 
Mourning for the dead across open seas
Flesh of flesh they were 
Fallen in the cause of an unknown 
Solemnly the drums keep time with the tide
Sorrow not so sweet sings up into immortal spheres
There is no musical accompaniment in the midst of the desolation
There is no glory; only an empty death 
Swallowed by a crashing listless sea
Flesh that went with songs to the battle,
Flesh that went with songs to peace
They were young; they were strong, they were many
Straight of heart for the impending unknown
True of eye for the what was right 
They were staunch to the end against the odds uncounted
They fell with their faces to the unknown foe
They shall never grow old
They shall never weary 
Only the glow of the sun and shimmer of the moon will remember them
Time is meaningless by the sea, the endless sea

	Not only where there bountiful fruit bearing trees, but vegetables, too.  The kids had all become farmers.  And there’s something to be said for a young’un planting foods he/she would not normally like at the dinner table.  Carrots and potatoes were one thing; but broccoli?  Kale?  Celery?  Rutabagas?
	There, too, were other plantings that were green, Spinach was recognizable but not some of the others.  Those were foreign, inasmuch as was still the cat creatures’ language.  But at length, the New Society of Peach Tree were enjoying the “fruits of their labor”.  Potato Pancakes, quiche, and other odd delights not normally delightful to young’uns.
	There was no meat, however, so everyone became a Vegetarian whether they liked it or not.  No eggs or milk, either; but there were substitutes from the underground bunker storage facility.
	Life in Peach Tree was good.  Hot, but good.  No rain, none.  No Creeps or other baddies wandering around—but occasionally at night there was a howl.  It woke everyone up.  It was mournful and rattled the tightest of nerves.  It was far-far away so it was determined and Forrest guessed it was across that burning vast desert valley floor and up in those barren rugged mountains.
	That glint still pestered him.  He vowed someday to investigate the glint, just to satisfy his curiosity if nothing else.
	Though Julie and Arnold were an “item”, Julie made the “rounds.”  But that was normal, everyone did.  Everyone mingled with everyone else.  They guys all liked (and enjoyed) Julie.  She needed no special training, mind linking, encouragement, or anything.  She was a willing slut and that was all there was to it.
	Arnold enjoyed the girls, but still favored his insatiable Slut the most.
	Ted had mostly chosen Melody as his personal Slut, but he deeply enjoyed sinking his prick into Brandy’s cunt, and her other two holes, too.  Marsha was good in the sack; on the table, bathroom floor, bathtub, porch, backporch, desert ground in the middle of the night…

	With just a little encouraging from Forrest, the girls 69ed, for the boys’ enjoyment of course.  None of the girls, however, were actually opposed to such a notion; Julie was pretty kinky and wild as it was and had a girl cousin lick her pussy—it was no different than a boy licking her out.  And in turn, she licked out her cousin and liked it.
	Marsha, too, had had special encounters with her sisters.
	Melody and Brandy harbored In the Closet desires and secrets about girl-on-girl sex.  And Forrest had found Melody’s special secret about her love of horses.  Her REAL love of horses…
	Brittany had turned two years young.  She was a charmer for sure, and with the new way of life she pranced mostly in the nude, but wore a special diaper until she could better control herself.  Melody herself had brought a child into the New World/Peach Tree; a baby boy she named Brandon.  Unlike with Brittany, it was not so easy to determine of whom the father was.  Brittany’s features were strong Mexican and American Indian deducing the fact that Joe Sandyeyes was the culprit—er, father.  But for Brandon, he was white, chubby (a difficult birth for the fifteen year old, but she was strong and athletic and brought into the World a healthy 8 pounder.
	Brandon was a half a year behind Brittany.
	Marsha was due to bring a child into the World herself, six months after the birth of Brandon.  It assumed but not for certain that her non-bio brother, Greg, was the father of that soon to be child.  But the night of her Scout “initiation”, she had been boned by many cocks, including her Scout Master and step-father.  The timing was not too far off for when she and Greg found themselves in the New World, and the Forrest and his male followers took THEIR turns with her.
	On Brittany’s second birthday she was initiated into the Clan—via the mouth.  Each swinging cock pressed against the child’s face, rubbed against her lips, then made oral entry.  Each swinging cock jacked off until spewing a hot load of precious personal goo—all the while sitting nakedly perched on her mother’s naked lap.
	  Everyone—every one took babysitting shifts—to give the mothers of the babies personal time off breaks.  During one time, it was Forrest with Austin and Arnold minding the youngest young’uns (also referred to as chit’lins).  This one time (although there were many to follow) Forrest (tsk tsk tsk) coaxed a bashful Arnold to lick out Brittany’s cunny.  It was a time whereas Brittany had peed herself, she wore special clothing a cattish design for toddlers.  Arnold removed the soiled underwear and as he and Forrest and Austin were already nude, Arnold had a very noticeable and distinctive erection.

	The boy still tried to cling to one moral fiber, it was one thing to have out and out sex at his age, to have lustful thoughts of his teachers, parents’ friends, an aunt, and some girls two-three years younger than he.  But to have sordid thoughts of lust for the likes of Brittany a mere two year old?  Unconscionable!  Inconceivable!  Un-fucking-believable!
	But Forrest saw a glimmer of interest in the boy’s mind.  In the days that he had been with the Clan of Forrest, young Arnold Hay had enjoyed buggering and being buggered.  He very muchly loved Julie, she was a hoot!  But he loved getting freaky with Melody, Marsha, and Brandy.  Only Marsha was the other extra kinky girl besides Julie.  Melody and Brandy were the “wambam” type, they got into it—they sucked, spread their ass cheeks, fondled the cock, and took it in every hole but they just weren’t as enthused about it like Julie and Marsha.
	Oh well.
	The going thing was to go nude—except when outside in the ever lasting blazing sun.  Most outdoors stuff was done at the evening type time when it was cooler.  There, too, was the indoor swimming pool where most days most of the Clan of Forrest could be found.  Occasionally they traipsed out to the river and spent the day and part of the evening there.
	The “glint” Forrest had been intrigued by was only visible during the daylight hours.  By that he deduced that it was probably not much in the way of interest.  There was something there, like glass or some other reflective material catching the gleam of the burning sun.
	Someday he would venture there just to satisfy his curiosity.
	Someday.
	But until then—Arnold licked toddler poon.

	It wasn’t a fantasy to lick out a toddler’s poon, but a curiosity; like, what would it be like if I lit a gas bubble from my asshole?  Or, would I be cool if I used a paper punch to punch out a hole in my earlobe instead of popping for the medicinal method at one of those mall kiosks stand for ear piercings?  Or, could I hold my poo after I shoved a water hose up my arse hole and turned the water on full blast?  Or, how long could I stand it if I let my drunk best friend work the spindle on my dad’s garage vice while my head was between the jaws?
	Arnold licked the child’s poon.  Forrest caressed the boy’s ass.  Austin fondled himself.  In the time that Arnold had been with them, Austin had been up Arnold’s bum hole several times.  In his mouth and humping on his young wares.  

Although Austin was a no longer the oldest, Ted and Joe a couple of years older, it was made known that Austin was the Second Banana—so he took his pleasures of sexual conquest—whether it be male or female; in so doing so it was in like being the side kick to the Alpha Male concept.  A newbie could be ten times as old as Austin, but the newbie would still have to be submissive.
	And Forrest was the ultimate submisser.   
	After a generous bout of tonguing young Brittany, Arnold found his mouth full of Austin’s cock and his asshole full of Forrest.  Both were cumming off when Ted burst thru the open bedroom door,
	“You gotta come see this!” he bellowed in extreme urgency.

	At the edge of Peach Tree where it overlooked the desert valley floor and the curious glint Forrest was curious about, there was water.  Water-water everywhere.  The entire desert floor was flooded!  How deep was unknown, the glint was still there and by astute estimation the valley floor had been the full length of the thumb in measurement judging.  From the surface of the water—from the tip of the thumb to the first knuckle.
	That was probably very significant.
	“Where’d it come from?” was the que on everyone’s mind.
	Forrest had no idea.  Not a cloud in the sky there was.
	“Ted, drive down to the river, see if there are any changes.”
	“Yes, sir.” Ted said and dashed off to comply.
	Forrest sat on a vista rock to give the situation more study.
	Water-water everywhere.  Why?  How?  How long would it last?  Was it significant?  How deep was it?  Was it magical?  An illusion?  These answers and more next time on As the World Spews….

*

Intermission
	Caveman 1:  “Ugh.”
	Caveman 2:  “Ugh-gug.”
	Caveman 1:  “Ugh-gug?”
	Caveman 2:  “Nug-ugh-gug, gug-ugh ugh-gug!”
	(applause)

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	(applause)

	“Ho there, hey there, hi-ho there!  Are you wondering if you are or aren’t a flaming homo?  Just answer these delicate questions privately and then you will know:

 	1. If you are over thirty and you have a washboard stomach, you are gay.  It means you haven't sucked back enough beer with the boys and have spent the rest of your free time doing sit-ups, aerobics, and eating quiche!

 	2. If you have a cat, you are a FLAAAAAMING homo.  A cat is like a dog, but gay - it grooms itself constantly but never scratches itself or licks its balls,  (if a man could lick his balls—do I have to tell ya?   And just think about how you call a dog... “Killer, Satan, Mother-in-Law II, come here!”   Now think about how you call a cat... “Honey Bunny, Fluffy, Percy, come to Da-Da!”  Jeeezus, you're fit to be tied (to the bed) you're so gay.

 	3. If you suck on anything other than titties; i.e.: lollipops, big stick ice creams, etc. or any such nonsense, rest assured, you are a Gaylord. A straight man only sucks on bar-b-que ribs,  a cold one or tits. Anything else and you are in training to suck schlong and undeniably gay.

 	4.  If you drink decaf coffee with skim milk, you like a high hard one up the poop chute.  Coffee is to be had strong, black, and full of aroma.  A real man will never be heard ordering a “Decaf Cafe Latte with Skim” and he will never, ever know what artificial sweetener tastes like.  If you've had NutraSweet in your mouth, you’re destined for tool cream, too. 

 	5. If you know more than six names of colors or four different types of dessert, you might as well bend over and spread ‘em.  A real man doesn't have memory space in his brain to remember all of that crap; there’s precious space allotted only for the knowing of the names of all the players in the Major league, NFL, NBA, college ball, PGA and NASCAR. If you can pick out chartreuse or you know what a "fressier" is you're gay. And if you can name ANY type of textile other than denim, you are most certainly gay. 

 	6. If you drive with both hands on the wheel, forget it, you're dying to tune a meat whistle.  A man only puts both hands on the wheel to honk at a slow-ass driver or to cut the punk off.  The rest of the time he needs that hand to change the radio station, eat a hamburger, hold his beer, or play with his soldier while he scopes out the Beaver in the red hot convertible in the next lane.

 	7.  If you enjoy romantic comedies or French films, mon-frere, vous le Gay, oui?  The only time it is acceptable to watch one of those is with a woman who knows how to reward her man.  Watching any of the above films by yourself or with another man is likely to result in SHC (spontaneous homosexual combustion), which is what happens to gays when they flame out too quickly.
	(applause)

	“Woman blues got you down?  Got a nickel in your pocket and nothing else?  Got one beer in the fridge?  Boss hates your guts?  Car is broke down?  Girlfriend has told you she’s gay and maces you?  
	Then what you need is Pocket Pussy!  It’s not new but it will do and there’s hardly any expense to be had, you can use the useless crap you’ve probably got laying around the house.  Follow these simple instructions and you’ll be alone for years to cum!
	Step One:  Get a pair of your wife/girlfriend’s, Boss’ wife’s panties and  ”
	“We interrupt this broadcast to bring you the latest emergency bullshit you don’t want to hear about anyway but we’re the fucking government and you’re going to listen anyways—

	“We as a Government Entity are coming to the General Public with the announcement of the regulations regulating bona fide wholesome Bullshit.  Bullshit is widespread and not just in the local, state, and national level; no, Bullshit comes from your Parents, siblings, teachers, that jerk down the street, your minister, and yourself!  
	“This country was found by white people who wanted to be free and declared themselves to be the only class to vote for such freedoms.  Some of the rabble we at Government Headquarters are hearing is the lack of Honesty in the Government.  Friends, if their was Honesty in the Government the entire system would collapse!
	“Honesty would fuck this country up!  That is why certain elected officials are re-elected over and over.  The peoples of this country want their genuine political bullshit right out in the open where it can be enjoyed by all and seen for what it is and get a good strong whiff of it.  
	“But lately that whiff has been misconstrued and bastardized to whereas it is no longer detectable as genuine or remanufactured.  So, we the Government Entity has decided to open up a Bullshit Office here in the Capitol, and there will be a Bullshit Office at the Military Headquarters as well along with branch BSOs in your local neighborhood.  
	“All citizens are encouraged to stop by and get a whiff of your Bullshit Dollars at work.  Most offices will be open between the hours of 1 PM and 1:05 PM, please bring your own hip waders and pitch forks, gas masks will be available at a nominal charge.
	“All offices of the BS department will be housed in your local political office of all senate and congressional entities.  Local law and governmental enforcers will also have branch offices. 
	“We also like to welcome on board Religion, cause as everyone knows Religion is the BIGGEST dispenser of genuine BULLSHIT ever!”
	“…to conclude the final step.  See?  Now you have your very own handmade Pocket Pussy to keep you going and going!  Now wasn’t that better than paying that ‘ho on the corner or banging the babysitter again?”
	(applause)

**

A bloom for all seasons
	Despite appearances, the water depth was knee deep to waist deep—depending on your size.  It was fresh, refreshing, and had only a minor noticeable current.  Where it came from and where it was going was unknown.  Had there been a boat or raft the answer could have been more readily explored.
	Whatever the glint that had Forrest’s curiosity was would have to remain in a curious state, the span from bank to bank was more than a couple of miles; Forrest doubted but wasn’t sure the depth of the new water way was constant.  

Summer Blooms
	On second guesstimation, Forrest came up with fifty miles at the very least—from bank to bank.  Too far to walk even if it WAS in water ankle deep.  He figured the distance was probably even a bit more, too.  What he needed was was a boat.
	Yeah a boat.
	Like that one cruising down the river…
	Hey!

*

Fancy meeting you here, or; Holy Out of this World, Batman!, or; What the?.., along with; You can take your thumb out of my ass, now,; and many others…
	He was a genius.  A pain in the ass, kinda cute, know-it-all, and had a huge head—and he was cute.  Cindy Fortox hated him, not so much as “hating” but in that he was smarter than she.  Before the big headed goof came to her school, Cindy F was the smartest kid ever.  And, her thorn was not only smart he was an inventor.  He was too gifted, though, and many of his inventions often went awry—mostly due to his overzealousness in creating and the mere fact that he was merely ten years old!
	Jimmy (James) I. Newtron.  Big head with a lot of styled odd-red hair.  A small body, big brain, boyish charm.  Cindy F found herself often fingering her sensitive cunny fantasizing about new boy.  Many times she chastised herself for such fantasies; she didn’t want to admit her attraction.

	But there was no denying.  Jimmy N was a bane to her, but a small-small part of her recognized his charm, Cindy also had to recognize his intelligence.  But in that, there was Jimmy’s bane—98 percent of Jimmy’s inventions blew up in his face—pants that would fold themselves went horribly out of control and short circuited; sick patches for kids to actually look and feel sick worked too well and ALL the kids in his school wanted one not knowing the side effects; ever lasting candy left ever lasting taste overwhelming all other yummy foods; once in a lifetime paint left a “once in a lifetime” smell…
	And many-many others.
	Jimmy N’s inventions left him usually the butt of jokes.  Only a few gadgets ever really worked and those that did were kinda lame.  But he kept trying.  Jimmy had a support stuff, two best friends—Carl “Wheezer” Awlson and Sheen “Ultra Lord!” Garcia.  They usually were the pawns or “guinea” pigs to Jimmy’s experiments.  They were good natured about it, though, with one of the boys having an ulterior motive for hanging and being Jimmy’s pal. (more on that later…)
	One of Jimmy’s experiments of particular interest was of Mind Melding whereas the Mind of a Subject would simply switch places with another.  It was a portable device, untested.  As most genius’ do, Jimmy was so-so bragging about his abilities, not so much as the device itself.  It got the attention of his rival, Cindy.  An argument ensued and …
	Jimmy’s mind was in Cindy’s body, Cindy’s mind was in Jimmy’s body.  At least the device worked.  Undoing what was done, however, was an oversight—Jimmy had not gone that far and it would take time to reverse the process.
	In the meantime--
	Cindy discovered the wonders of being a boy…
	Jimmy discovered the weirdness that was a girl…
	And Carl discovered the joys of mind control…
	Sheen discovered new ways of self stimulation with an action doll…

	To say the least, neither Jimmy or Cindy were pleased with the Mind Switch and there was much bickering between them.  But the ability to switch back their minds was somehow more trickier than thought.  He lacked the proper equipment and needed time to acquire it.  And being merely TEN YEARS OLD—he was on an allowance.  
	Jimmy Newtron was a genius.  A super genius.  His father—not a genius.  His mother, almost a genius.  No one in the Newtron or Hamilton side of the family had any geniuses.  

	Jimmy’s appetite for reading was insatiable.  His desire to create even more so.  But he still strove to be a normal boy, attending a normal public school, chumming with normal ten year old kids and doing ten year old kid type things.  His mind in the body of his rival Cindy Vortox and HER mind in HIS body was not in his plans.
	For the first few hours after the Switch, Jimmy/Cindy was mostly irked but pleased.  Irked that his mind was in Cindy’s body—a mistake—big mistake.  But then, he was pleased that his invention HAD worked.  To see life thru the eyes of another was the premise of his invention, the Mind Switcher—it was different than those devices that controlled minds that were illegal and rampant on the street.
	School was a whole new experience—only Jimmy and Cindy’s closest friends knew of the mind switch snafu.  Cindy’s best friend tech-geek Libby, found the whole situation hilarious.  Did I mention she was a geek?  But, she was a pretty geek, trendy, hip, black, snappy dresser, sometimes conceited, but usually a very cool kid.  (and Sheen was “warm for her form.”)  more on that later…
	Socializing with the “opposite” sex clicks was difficult, Cindy was a very popular kid and well liked, she had many friends and interests.  It was a very trying day for Jimmy/Cindy, and in class while taking an exam—the thought did cross his mind that he COULD foul Cindy Fortox up by intentionally giving the wrong answers.
	But he dismissed that notion and hoped beyond hopes that Cindy/Jimmy did same.
	And of course there was the inevitable time to Use the Bathroom.
	Jimmy/Cindy was with his pals, in Cindy’s body mind you, and they were making their daily visit to the Boys Room after lunch when Sheen cleared his throat and indicated the Sign on the bathroom door.
	At first Jimmy/Cindy didn’t care and only felt that “need” to go.  His mind clicked to the realization that he was a GIRL.  ‘oh shit.’ he said to himself.
	“I think you want this one…” giggled Carl as he tapped the proper door.
	Jimmy gulped, “I’ll hold it.” he said.  The need to “go” wasn’t that great, not yet.  But while Sheen and Carl where in the Boys room, Jimmy/Cindy wondered.  How different was a Girls (restroom) than a Boys?  More curious thoughts began to creep into his mind—it made him uncomfortable; he was just beginning to enter into that weird world of sexual realization.

Occasionally he got a boner for no reason at all, he stared at a girl’s butt for longer than he should, and a few other narly to ultra naughty thoughts he kept to himself.  (well, until Forrest got to his mind…)
	“You aint thinkin’ of going IN there, are you?” said a sassy voiced Libby Daria.  The cute trendy black girl had snuck up behind Jimmy/Cindy, catching him off guard.
	“Uh, no, heck no, no way!” he blurted.  Then, “Hey, where’s Cindy?”
	“She’s still in art class.” smirked Libby.
	The “need” began to press on Jimmy/Cindy, er, Cindy’s body.  Thoughts filled his mind, he was in a GIRL’S body—he wrinkled his nose—for the most part he had not really been all that aware of the body; luckily, Cindy was pretty much a tomboy and not into wearing dresses.  The only time Jimmy had worn a dress was on a prank for Halloween and on family reunions with the relatives from Scotland.
	“If you really got to,” Libby said, “I’ll go in with you.”
	What did she mean by that?  Jimmy shook his head, “No thanks.”
	Sheen and Carl emerged from their bathroom.  Libby acknowledged their existence and entered into the Girls Restroom.  

	Cindy/Jimmy applied the last “swoop” of his #3 hog bristle brush to the canvas and stepped back.  It was coming along nicely, Mr. Dubois was astounded that Jimmy Newtron was interested in painting AND that Cindy was allowing him to complete HER painting.  
	“We’re collaborating!” Cindy/Jimmy explained.  Cindy/Jimmy was annoyed, very annoyed that she was trapped in Jimmy’s body.  She liked her own and didn’t care at all for Jimmy’s.  well, maybe a little…
	Cindy/Jimmy had passed on lunch to complete her painting.  Sometimes she did that and skipped lunch, she brought her lunch most days as the food in the cafeteria made her gag.  She ate her lunch quickly and wondered why her best friend, Libby, was?  Trapped like rats with the other social derelicts in the cafeteria no doubts.  
	Hands.  Her painting in Mr. Dubois’ class was hands; very immaculate and detailed hands that were to soon show caressing gently a great valley.  The Hands, though, were often imagined strangling Jimmy Newtron’s neck.  
	Her own hands were dirty, smelled of paint and lunch.  To the bathroom she scooted—and like Jimmy, pausing just before waltzing into the Girl’s Restroom—realizing quickly that she was a BOY.

	She gulped.   “Damn!” she bitched.  Closing her eyes, not so much as in feeling embarrassing and not wanting to see a boy doing whatever a boy did inside a Boy’s Restroom but closing her eyes in vile contempt of her rival—of whose body she was in.
	She thrust open the door and marched boldly inward.
	Thankfully, no one was in.  She sighed and gulped then made way to one of the stalls.  Inside she quickly undone her pants not pausing to think until her butt hit the seat.
	She looked down to see the penis and stopped breathing.
	“Oh my God!” she almost shrieked.
	The realization that she was in fact in a boy’s body hit her hard.
	Jimmy’s penis.  It was there.  It was bold.  It was peeing!
	There was a bit of an “accident” as Cindy/Jimmy freaked out finally pushing the puddling inside the toilet where it belonged.  She had peed onto the toilet and floor but not too bad.  Then she farted.
	On the door was a crude-rude joke.  At first she detested the horrible scribblings, then she giggled.  Question:  “What’s long and green and smells like pork?”  Answer:  “Kermit the Frog’s Finger!”  
	And there were others, along with crude-rude-really crude-rude drawings of the private areas of a boy & girl.  Cindy/Jimmy finished peeing, and automatically she grabbed some toilet paper and proceeded to wipe her “cunny.”
	But she didn’t HAVE a cunny. 
	“This is going to be hard.” she said to herself.

	And then there was Carl…
	Carl-Carl-Carl.  Carl was—not in shape, well, he was  (ROUND was a shape.)  He wasn’t Overweight, FAT, huge, buff, rotund, Big Boned, or Extra Large—he was husky.  He also had bad asthma and often times had a myriad of hurite owies.  He was also one of those who imagined he had virtually every disease and/or illness known (and not known) to mankind.
	Carl “the Wheezer” Awlson also had a fascination to Jimmy Newtron’s mother, Judy Newtron.  Mostly it was her Cooking that swooned him.  But she always had kind words for him, that went a long ways with the Wheezer.  She always smiled at him, caressed his chin, and encouraged him in his pursuits—no matter how strange and bizarre and unaccomplishable they were.
	Carl had a crush on Judy Newtron and he vowed to satisfy is crush…

	Satisfying that crush meant satisfying someone ELSE’S crush.  Carl had told himself that he would do anything to have Jimmy’s Mom to himself.  Anything.  Even if it meant total submission to a local pervert.  He had no fears or reservations about signing his soul over to the devil, but he had concerns.  
	But the local perv had what Carl wanted, a mind altering device; and he was willing to part with it for a little private interlude with Carl.  Carl didn’t overly know what “interlude” meant, but he had a pretty good idea.  

	And now for Sheen.  Sheen was a fanatic—about a certain “action” hero in comic books, cartoons (animations) and film.  Ultra Lord, Defender of the Universe.  Sheen had everything imaginable related to Ultra Lord; clothes, clocks, bedding, toothpaste, toilet paper, and his favorite realistic action hero doll, issue number 010.
	And Sheen was so into his “action here” doll that he was INTO his action hero doll—er, that was the action here was IN him.  When coming into age, ten, like most boys things began to stir and happen.  With Sheen, his fascination wasn’t so much as what flopped between his legs—but was next door—his poop chute.
	Fingering his poop chute was a fascination with him from a long time back, he found my sexual pleasure from fingering his pooper than fingering his prick.  Sooooo, one day he took notice that his Ultra Lord action doll (figure) would make a perfect fit!
	Sooooo, when alone—really-really alone, Sheen Garcia fucked his asshole with his action figure.  He did!  He got naked, got on his knees on his bed, sometimes floor, bathroom floor, and jammed the action figure into his rectum—after a time he was able to get it to the shoulders and sometimes a bit more!
	He could lay on his back and sodomize himself, twisting the doll’s head and thrilling himself thoroughly.  He was equally thrilled to rinse his doll and clean it off and make it as brand new again.
	He was a very strange little boy…

	And speaking of boys…
	Cindy/Jimmy checked herself in the mirror while washing her hands.  Jimmy Newtron stared back at her.  Vile disgust filled her to almost rage.  Then the door opened and who should waltz in but Nick, the coolest kid in Retroton and 4rth grade.  

	“’ehhhh!” Nick said in a long drawl of “Hey” dropping the “H”.  he reared back when he said, he wore a black leather jacket, rolled up pants’ cuff, and had the most gorgeous butt on any boy!  
	Nick had poise, a fantastic smile, incredible coal dark eyes, perfect coal dark hair that was swept over to one side shielding one side of his face.  He was cool.  He sucked on a lollipop and even the teachers liked him and respected him.  Sauntering in he gave Jimmy-Cindy/Jimmy the “thumbs” up—then promptly made way to the urinals where he unzipped and “whipped” it out.
	Cindy/Jimmy stood in awe.
	‘Oh my God!’ she blurted to herself.  She could just barely see Nick’s dick, she certainly could hear him peeing.
	“Ahem!” Nick said clearing his throat.
	“What?” Cindy/Jimmy said being caught off guard.
	“You checkin’ me out or what?”
	Cindy/Jimmy blushed, “Oh, oh heck no, Nick, I-I was—I was just thinking of Ms. Fowl’s math test--”
	“Yeah, I got that covered.” Nick said.
	What did he mean by that?
	Nick finished peeing, flushed, then stepped back.  Cindy/Jimmy DID catch the fullness that was Nick’s dick.  A fleeting thought filled her; she desired deeply to “touch” it.  To hold, fondle, and see it for what it was—a cunny pleaser.
	Nick washed his hands, checked himself in the mirror, then reared back, smiled at Jimmy-Cindy/Jimmy, “Catch you later, Short Stuff.” then sauntered out the door.
	Cindy/Jimmy took some offense at the moniker.  Then she realized how Jimmy must feel.  Despite having a BIG head, Jimmy was actually small in size, the shortest kid in the entire school and most of the kids knew it and lauded him with some name to make a point about it; tiny, pocket boy, half-pint, and pee-wee just to name a few.  Cindy herself had spouted a few size adjectives herself.  At the time they had been not only appropriate but fun.  When Nick had said it although he hadn’t said it in the context of putting Jimmy down, it still made Cindy feel bad.
	She sighed, the more she spent in(side) Jimmy’s body, the more she realized that she didn’t want to be a boy.  She blamed Jimmy, who else?  Always coming up with some stupid contraption or another.  She guess that he WAS just “meaning” well.
	Nick left the bathroom and Cindy/Jimmy followed moments later.

	Jimmy/Cindy was making observations of his own—the pressure on the bladder was too much and he had no intention of soiling himself regardless of the fact that he was in Cindy’s body and it would make his day to see her with wet pants.  Into a girl’s bathroom he went, selecting the one at the far end of the 2nd floor of the school where most of the classes were no longer used as there wasn’t a budget for them.  Half way down the hall he feared that if the classes were no longer available, then maybe the bathroom(s) were closed, too!	
	Luckily, Jimmy/Cindy found the dual restrooms open.
	Inside it was a little funky—but empty.  Scurrying to the farthest stall he quickly unhitched his pants and tugged them down—then realized a slight oops.  
	“Oh crud!”  he sighed, this was going to be tougher than he thought…
	When going to the bathroom he didn’t really think about it, he just did it as quickly as possible and then moved on.  For the first time in as much as he could remember—he had to think about it.  He knew the differences between a boy and a girl, but didn’t think about the differences or dwell on them.  Some girls at his school were cute, some were cuter, but Jimmy’s mind was more tuned to inventing things, creating stuff, reading and filling his mind with everything possible.  Dwelling on the Sexes there wasn’t room for.
	The need to pee was overwhelming and he whipped himself around and moved Cindy’s green britches and matching green tinted undies down to the knees.  As soon as he sat on the toilet gravity indeed took over and the bladder emptied in a steady stream.  
	There was a fart bubble that echoed in the toilet bowel and then his mind thought of the other need for Bodily Waste Removal.  Urinating was one thing, having to empty the bowels would be something else—for that he would have to WIPE.
	Then he stood and as soon as he pulled up Cindy’s clothes, he realized he needed to have “wiped” after peeing, too.  Quickly he pulled the clothing back down and took some paper to do the job.  In doing so he found some unique sensations.  A little disturbing; he found a tingling while quickly wiping clean the area of interest.  Looking down he could barely see “interested” area.  His young genius mind began to make room for Sex.
	Diligently his fingers—er, Cindy’s fingers, fingered her where she peed.  The sensation was incredible.  It also caused Jimmy to wonder about his own body, occupied by the mind of Cindy—surely his body would have to pee (or other) and Cindy would have to deal with it.  Surely she would have the good decent sense not to make him pee his pants!

	But beyond that, Cindy would have to “go to the bathroom”, inasmuch as he had to with her body.  How would she do it, step up to the pisser, in the stall?  Would she be gentle with his “fireman”, would she “TOUCH” it!
	Jimmy/Cindy about flew down the hall crashing into Zeke Moto, a Japanese foreign exchange punk.  Grumbling the new student shoved Cindy/Jimmy—and an instant reaction ensued whereas Cindy’s body assumed her Karate stance and put the new student punk boy to his butt.
	The new student punk thought it over as he stared dumbfoundedly up to the GIRL who had just floored him.  Wisely he scooted away before anyone saw the fracus.
	‘Good job, Cindy.’ Jimmy said.  He scurried on then without further incident.

	“Listen up, New-trewp,” bellowed an angry Cindy/Jimmy, “you’ve got to use that big brain of yours and switch our minds back!”
	“I will, I will, I don’t like this anymore than you do!”
	Cindy/Jimmy was pissed, and she had a right to be.  Jimmy was embarrassed—and the embarrassment factor would exceed ten-fold before it was over.
	Unable to switch their minds back to their proper bodies, the two would have to deal with the occupation until the end of the week, AND the chores he usually put off were done and done—allowance day.  Of course, Cindy had the same problem.  AND, Cindy would have to help out on the purchase of the item Jimmy needed to complete the invention Jimmy needed to make the mind re-swap work.  This only pissed Cindy off even more.
	“I’ll pay you back…” Jimmy swore to his rival.  Cindy was a girl not to be trifled with.
	With three days before Jimmy’s payday, it meant three days of being the other person.  It meant Jimmy/Cindy had to go to Cindy’s house and Cindy/Jimmy to Jimmy’s house.  Both realized the troubles they could cause for the other--  “I like homework!  I don’t want to go to baseball camp!  I like cleaning house!  I love my vegetables!  I don’t want my allowance anymore!” and tons of other stuff.
	The two thought about it, but shook hands and vowed to do what was right.  “But if I find out you’ve messed with any of my stuff and my way of life—you’ve had it, Newtron!”
	Jimmy gulped and nodded.  Nope, Cindy was one gal not to triffle with at all!

	The Jimmy/Cindy, Cindy/Jimmy thing left poor Sheen and Carl confused.  But they had other interests that kept them busy in the meantime.  For Carl; the presence of something other than a turd up his corn chute was uncomfortable.  But the desire to acquire the mind altering device superceded his discomfort.  
	The cause of his discomfort was from a quirky creep of a man who worked at the school—as a janitor.  But Carl had noted the man’s long looks and the student population.  And Carl had observed on the sly the man wanking off using someone’s underwear—a boy’s underwear.
	Carl deduced that “Packer” liked boys.
	Then, Carl discovered the other like Packer liked, electronic gadgets.  
	This only led to the discovery of Packer having in his possession a minding device—Carl once more ever the sneaky one observing the man humping the ass of a young student boy; another boy was nude laying on the floor, another had his pants and underwear down standing close by.  All via the handy-dandy illegal to possess Mind Altering Device.
	Carl wanted one, for one purpose—well, maybe two.  Jimmy’s mother and his teacher Ms. Gwen.  The thought of what he could do with Jimmy’s mother and Ms. Gwen soothed him and allowed Packer to stuff to his heart’s content.  When satisfied, the man did hand over the naughty device.  Carl was all giddy…

	At home, Sheen had found a nifty way to satisfy his bizarre cravings of personal anal sex.  He first had stuffed the legs of Ultra Lord into the closet slats; then, nakedly, he spread his cheeks and backed into the horizontal “action figure” and sodomized himself.
	It was clumsy and Ultra Lord fell out (of the closet slats) a few times.
	Sheen wasn’t discouraged, he lay on his back and fucked his hole hard, disciplining his action figure for failing him.  He was a very disturbed little boy.  By angling the mirror above his dresser and using his mom’s hand mirror, Sheen could see himself reaming his hole with the doll.  He enjoyed that.  But he yearned for more.  And suddenly he came up with a so-so idea.  From his desk drawer he retrieved some quick glue and glued Ultra Lord to the closet frame—when Ultra Lord was well secured to the frame, naked Sheen began backing up…

	It was going to be a rough three days, a long three days—most of the Wednesday was gone so that helped, but being in Cindy’s house?  He knew he could really mess her up; tell her folks some narly stuff she didn’t want told, as well as make some stuff up!  

	But as per agreement, neither would embark on that sordid venture.  
	Jimmy just hoped Cindy was living up to the bargain.  But it was tough.  Cindy’s mother was nice and served a good dinner—vegetables.  Lots of vegetables—Cindy and her parents were vegetarians.  Lovely!  Jimmy detested vegetables and at one time had created a vegetable machine that changed the icky not-yummy veggies to more kid friendly appealing yummy vegetables.
	But of course the vegetables revolted and assembled and nearly kicked everyone’s butt in Retroton.  Jimmy narrowly escaped that one—as he did with all his kooky misguided inventions.  He meant well, but…
	He did Cindy’s homework, purposely missing a few of the questions—he couldn’t have his rival better than he.  He knew she was smart but no one was smarter than he!
	And then there was Libby—Cindy’s best friend.  As per the norm, Libby came to the Fortox home, greeting “Cindy” with the typical, “Say Hey, Girlfriend!”
	“Funny, Libby, real funny.” the two made way to Cindy’s bedroom where at one time Cindy had declared Jimmy Newtron would never see the inside of.
	“Have you been over to my house.” Jimmy/Cindy asked.
	“Yeah, I was there—your dad is whacked!”
	Jimmy/Cindy nodded, “I know.” then, “what he do this time?”
	Libby regaled him with what “Cindy” had told him, Jimmy’s dad was a bit of a goof, and had a passion for Ducks.  Making ducks, making duck calls, painting ducks, whittling ducks, and if truth be known—fucking ducks, too.  But it wasn’t known, sooooo…
	Libby ducked out (oooooh, sorry) to come check on Cindy-Jimmy/Cindy on Cindy’s request.  Neither Cindy/Jimmy  Jimmy/Cindy trusted one another.  Libby reported that his counterpart was doing HIS homework, Jimmy hoped to get a look at it before it was turned in…
	Libby was curious about how Jimmy felt inside Cindy’s body.  Jimmy didn’t want to go there; it was weird, strange and just plan weird.
	“Well, what I was wondering was do you know what Cindy knows?”
	“Huh?” he needed more clarity.
	“Well, what I mean is you’re in Cindy’s body, her mind--”
	“Her mind is in MY body.” Jimmy/Cindy corrected her.
	“Oh.”
	“Why do you ask?”
	“Oh, no special reason.” Libby smiled and Jimmy/Cindy shrugged it off.  (if he had been older and wiser he would have known…)

	After Libby had gone Jimmy/Cindy sat about thinking.  It was what he did best.  He thought of nothing else but how to switch back his mind to his own body.  He knew what he needed, but it would be Friday afternoon at the latest.  He fumed.  Cindy/Jimmy called and they chatted not so nicely on the phone—it was frustrating and then he had to poop.
	The feeling to unload struck him and he had strove to “pinch” the loaf back.  Going to the bathroom was just one of those things he chose not to think about.  He sighed, he wouldn’t be able to hold it for long.  The enduring need caused him to be unable to concentrate so he gave up and gave Cindy’s room the once over.  Shades of pink, curtains and bedding; a good bed; a punching bag; a dartboard with HIS picture on it with a jillion little holes in it!  (from darts)  it infuriated Jimmy/Cindy and he vowed vengeance.
	Then, “I’ll go in with you if you want.”  Libby’s statement from earlier in the day.  “I’ll go in with you…”  the statement filled Jimmy’s mind, ‘what did she mean by that?’ he was Jimmy, in Cindy’s body.  At the time he was poised outside the Girls’ bathroom at school.  He had been in a slight dilemma—and Libby had strangely offered to go into the bathroom (girls) with him!
	Hmmmm
	The need to poop overwhelmed and he went to the hall bathroom.
	He never gave it much thought about the business of relieving himself Number One and/or Number Two and the subsequent business of cleaning one’s self afterwards.  For Jimmy, he did it as a form of natural instinct, like breathing, heart beating, thinking, or farting.

	Only a few houses away Cindy/Jimmy was in the same predicament; she knew herself unloaded some pretty ripe solid waste and like Jimmy, she tried not to think of what she was depositing into the toilet.  She did what needed to be done, cleaned up, and then began quickly washing her/his hands.
	“Jimmy,” called out Jimmy’s Mom, “make sure you take your bath before bed.”
	“Aw, jeeze Mom!” cried out Cindy/Jimmy, “every night?”
	“Yes, young man, every stinking night!”
	Cindy grumbled to herself, then realized—Hey, what happened?
	She had not intended to smart back or say anything at all!
	Quickly she called Jimmy.

	“Hmmm, I’ve been having some of that happening myself.”
	“What’s going on?”
	“Well, I believe there are parts of our minds still intact, after images or thoughts--” 
	“Those things we do automatically without thinking.”
	“Right!”  Cindy WAS smart.
	“We just have to be careful.”
	Cindy was nonetheless pleased with Jimmy.

	Taking a bath meant getting naked.  Usually this was not a problem, secretly, Cindy liked being naked.  She enjoyed being nude.  As she stood in her (Jimmy’s) bedroom, she wondered—and worried.  After thoughts, parts of the mind leaving behind thoughts.  There were some things about her she did not wish anyone to know about—especially Jimmy Newtron!
	For Jimmy/Cindy, he was battling his own personal misthoughts.  In the bathroom he stood unclothed, facing himself in a full length bathroom window.  He had never really thought of Cindy in any way other than being a girl who was almost as smart as himself.  She didn’t have a chest, she was a tomboy, and that was that.  
	Staring at her nakedness in the bathroom put the whole thing into a new perspective.  Slowly he found himself “touching” himself—er, herself, er, the bald mound between the legs.  A sudden thrilling sensation seethed throughout the body.  It was intense.  Intense!  Just a brief “touch” led to more and then more and then an earnest finger gouging of the cunny itself.
	Catching himself he quit.  The feeling, though, remained.  He took a quick shower, a basic rinse striving hard NOT to “touch” the cunny again.  His mind was becoming overwhelmed with new unknown sensations.
	Cindy/Jimmy was having the same problems.
	Cindy/Jimmy, though, didn’t quit.  She did for a moment or two, but secretly, “Cindy” was into herself.  She got off on getting off (with herself.)  Fingering her own cunny was one thing, she found new sensations by fingering Jimmy’s penis.  It got strangely hard and felt even better—she found the method of self stimulation atypical of boy pleasure.
	The whole ordeal left Cindy/Jimmy and Jimmy/Cindy perplexed, befuddled, and horny.  Mostly horny.  It was a new enlightenment to the other sex’s sex.
	And then there was Carl…