August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 35
Ideal Conditions Ideally Idealic

Gibbly-dibbly dibbly-doo
	The first rain in over a year of residency—it came with thunder and lightning and with a sudden voracity that almost threatened to sweep the homesteads away; torrents of water rivered down the one main street pushing the few vehicles there were a few feet until they collided with something sturdier.
	Hours later and the water level had dropped to ankle deep.  The rain continued but in a light Summer’s rain that was refreshing and welcomed.  Forrest figured it was a Once-in-awhile kind of shower.  The New World was strange but livable.
	It was Julie who seemed to be drawn to the storm; she stood at the window of the home she dwelled in with Forrest and Austin, watching the storm roll in the night sky.  Lightning flashed, thunder boomed, the rain fell.  For a long while she was quiet, Forrest had the option of peeking into her mind, but didn’t.  He sat quietly himself in a big comfy-wumfy chair, naked.
	Julie was unclothed as well.
	The rainfall was cool, not cold.  At length the young naughty-naughty girl with an odd fascination about cramming things up a poop chute maneuvered closer to Forrest.  She liked him and often shadowed him.  He was a fatherly figure to him and respected him as such.  
	Forrest reached about her waist and squeezed her lightly.  He had doinked her, naturally; every swinging dick in Peach Tree did.  In a way, again, Forrest regarded her as his own—a daughterly figure.  And in that, he didn’t want to.  Not again.  There had been others who had come into his life, touched him.  Could he go thru it again?  Could he touch another’s life and then…
	Then?
	He squeezed the nude girl, she slid onto his lap and, snuggled, and fell to sleep.  Forrest nuzzled her, opened her legs as she lay against him and eased himself into her.  
	The rain continued to fall gently finally ceasing just before daybreak.
	Another day had come anew.

	Cindy sat ever vigil on his bed, she only left for to use the bathroom and eat.  Occasionally she stepped outside to look around at her new world, then it was back to her post.  Jimmy lay in a coma and she wouldn’t leave him.  The coma was a deep one, there had been swelling on the side of the youngster’s noggin and it had worried Forrest, but in days the swelling had decreased.  There were several attempts on Forrest’s part to “reach” Jimmy, but the coma superceded overall, Forrest only saw a gray cloud.  The further he did try to reach “inward” into Jimmy’s mind, Forrest found himself getting a little scared.
	That scared and worried him and he pulled out.  He didn’t know why it scared him and he didn’t like it.  But the unconscious boy was in good hands, he had good friends watching him; when Cindy fell to sleep from exhaustion, there was Libby, Carl, or Sheen to take up the post.
	The boy genius was in good hands.

And speaking of hands…
	It felt so right, but he knew it was so wrong.  And then there were the thoughts—thoughts of the most immoral kind; the touching of himself—er, Cindy’s body, was wrong.  Wrong-wrong-wrong.  But then again…
	Laying in Cindy’s bed, Jimmy/Cindy found his fingers fingering.  At first it was just “instinct”, then he became aware of the deed.  He wondered, did Cindy finger herself?  Did all girls, was it a girl thing?
	The invading thoughts were sordid, Cindy’s hands (er, fingers) worked well on the cunny—so he wondered, how would her hands do on him?  Would the same sensation be there?  Could he do the same to Cindy?
	Most likely not.  Most likely if he ever made mention of such a thing she’d murderlize him!  But still, he could fantasize, couldn’t he?  And what’s more, he began to think up ways to simulate a girl’s hand, Cindy’s hand…

	Cindy Vortex found the same pleasures and misthoughts.  She was bemused by Jimmy’s penis so stiff.  It was small and she didn’t know exactly what the “nuggets” were all about, but she that ALL males had them.

	With the dawn of a new day, Cindy/Jimmy found Jimmy’s “jimmy” still stiff.  It made the morning ritual of “peeing” kinda difficult.  Standing at a mirror in Jimmy’s bedroom she stared at his nude body.  Deep inside her, her mind—her own mind, she had sorta-kinda desired to see Jimmy naked.  She didn’t know why, it was just one of those strange things.  She hated to admit it—to herself or anyone else, including her best friend, Libby—but she liked Jimmy.
	Jimmy/Cindy came over before school, he had a special “laboratory” that was a backyard clubhouse filled with gadgets and devices and so on and so forth.  Quickly he poured over his notes and had his counter part so-so beg for an advance on his allowance, just a couple of days early.
	But it was no soap, Jimmy’s Dad was a go but the mother was staunch, rules were rules and Jimmy like everybody else had to abide by them.
	Of course, Jimmy had a couple of gadgets to thwart that notion, most didn’t work to the potential or expectations expected.  Others were just out and out dangerous and had unhealthy side effects.  And the one that could possibly work to Jimmy’s delight he feared being detected by government devices bent on eliminating the illegal mind altering devices so widespread to the point of epidemic in modern day everyday life.
	Sheen and Carl had come along, along with Libby.  Sheen had some sort of “shit-eating” grin on his face, Carl limped and seemed uncomfortable—shorts riding up?  Libby was Libby—she was into hi-tech gadgets and gizmo that gave her good tunage where she could rock 24/7 to the latest and newest tunes.
	“Well, its not all bad,” Cindy said to Jimmy (privately) “I mean, I-I get to see how the other life lives.” she cracked a nervous smile as after she had made her plea to Jimmy’s parents for the allowance advance.
	“Yeah,” “Jimmy returned, “me too.” 
	The two stared at one another for a moment, smiled and then blushed.
	“Well,” Cindy said angrily being herself, “just don’t let it happen again!”  Jimmy understood, nodded then headed out to head to school.

	“Hey, where’s Carl?” Jimmy/Cindy asked as the kids made their school.  Their pudgy companion was not with them.
	“He probably got sick and went home after looking at a car!” bitched/complained Cindy/Jimmy.  Carl was on of those types who got car sick just by LOOKING at a car.  He got sick thinking about a car, drawing a car, being a car…

	The kids waited as long as they could before ducking into the school to get to class.  Carl was a no-show.  He was busy.  He wasn’t sick.  He was busy.  Very-very busy.
	Hugh Newtron worked.  What he did was really unknown but he pulled out of the drive and headed off shortly after the kids made off for more learning.  That left Judy Newtron in charge of the house.  She didn’t have a job; taking care of her duck loving husband and super genius son took her time.
	Although she thought everyone had gone their merry way, she was wrong.  As she straightened up the bedrooms upstairs, Carl-the-Wheezer helped himself to the fudge cookies, milk, and left over meringue pie.  When done, he held the nifty gadget he had gotten from being “gotten”.  Activating it he slowly crept up the stairs.  He could smell the wondrous scent that was Judy Newtron.  Carl Awlson was in love, the desire for Jimmy’s mom was strong and he would not be satisfied until he had her…

*

	He didn’t know how much more longer he could handle being Cindy Fortox.  It was infuriating, he couldn’t be “himself” while being Cindy!  And he couldn’t risk fouling up, not too much anyways—Cindy would get him back—she always did.  
	It was an agonizing hour in Ms. Fowl’s class, agonizing.  But one more hour meant he was just that much closer to getting his allowance and then getting the part he needed to make the mind swap.
	Carl was still a no-show.  After class the group of close friends split up; Sheen off to wash his Ultra Lord action figure and then talk to the lunch lady about getting something special for lunch.  Cindy/Jimmy was pissed, which was the norm for her; she headed for the only thing that relaxed her—art class.
	Jimmy/Cindy contemplated the mysteries of life, worried about Carl, then made his way slowly down the hall to the bathrooms at the end.  Libby followed.  When at the bathrooms they paused, Jimmy/Cindy staring into Libby’s eyes.  She was smiling and repeated what she had said the day before, “I’ll come in with you, if you like.”
	Jimmy was already embarrassed enough as it was—being trapped in a girl’s body was no fun (well, depends on your point of view…)  Girls were just kicky, their private parts, underwear, everything.  It creeped poor Jimmy out.  And going to the bathroom as a girl was the creepiest!  And then—Cindy’s best friend Libby wanted to accompany him!  (her)
	The bladder pressure overrode logical sense, he didn’t have time to argue with Libby, he had to go.  And Libby followed.

	At the Newtron house a few blocks away, Carl was more than amazed at the intricacies of the mind altering device.  Despite his girthy appearance, despite his jovial exterior, despite his inability to get any grade higher than a “C”, Carl the Wheezer Awlson had mastered the fine art of mind manipulation.
	Judy Newtron lay out on her freshly made bed.  As always, the woman of Carl’s best friend was smartly dressed, usually “green” was her color, polka dotted white on a summer’s green dress.  With extreme carefulness he raised the dress just so—just so as he could take a quick look at her underwear.
	The “look” became a long gaze.
	Then, slowly—ever so slowly he moved the dress up, up to the waist fully revealing for his pleasure green tinted undies.  He didn’t know or understand the different types of underwear a girl/woman wore, but he gazed longingly upon Judy’s.
	The temptation was swelling, raging higher and higher, the pussyfooting around wasn’t cutting it—but he wanted it to last—all day if necessary.  All fucking day…

	For Sheen, the life of adoration for an action doll came with strings attached.  Sheen Garcia ate for breakfast every morning Ultra Lord cereal.  It wasn’t particularly good for you, but a fanatic didn’t care.  Every nite Sheen slept on Ultra Lord bedding, wore Ultra Lord pajamas AND underwear; he brushed his teeth with the Ultra Lord Defender Troothbrush, used Ultra Lord Fantastic toothpaste, rinsed his mouth out with an Ultra Lord tumbler, and wiped his butt hole with Ultra Lord super soft 2-ply bath tissue.
	Of all the 210 30 minute episodes, three full featured movies, Sheen knew them all by heart.  He lived, breathed, farted, and sodomized himself with Ultra Lord and accessories.  He would do anything to acquire more Ultra Lord stuff.  Which is how he found himself in the predicament he was in—inside the P.E. coach’s office with his pants and underwear down…
	With his cheeks spread he “received” Coach Lattermore’s cock.  It was somewhat different than Ultra Lord himself going up his poop chute.  Lattermore also “reached” around to fondle-fondle-fondle Sheen’s dick and virtually hairless tezzies.

	There was nothing Sheen could do but endure, Ultra Lord Defends the Universe issue #1 was up for grabs, along with the Ultra Lord sticker that came with the comic book and the 6” action figure doll.  Alone the items were worthy, together they were priceless!
	Sheen would sell his soul for the number one issue of Ultra Lord, but in this case, his asshole would do.  He was reamed and reamed, toyed with and then—offered twenty bucks to SUCK Coach Letterman’s cock.
	“Uh, I think this is where I draw the line.” A nervous Sheen decreed.
	He didn’t overly care for standing so nakedly and vulnerable with a grown man, either.  But the power and magnificence of acquiring the ultimate collection overshadowed all else.
	‘cept the cocksucking thing.
	“Well, no matter,” smiled the coach.  Sheen took that as a sign his torment was over.  And he would be wrong.  As Sheen reached down to pull up his clothes, facing the coach but avoiding gawking at the man’s dripping wares, the coach shook his head, 
	“Uh, why don’t we just leave our clothes where they are?” the tone of the coach somewhat eased Sheen.  Somewhat.  He was edgy enough as it was and greatly embarrassed.  Thankfully, though, Ultra Lord was in his grasp.
	“Why don’t we play a little game?” smiled the 6-foot 3-inch coach.
	Sheen was cool with that.  “What kind of game?” Sheen asked.  He was a mealy voiced creature, his head was LONG, his mind consumed with Ultra Lord, but he was a little smarter than Carl and a little smarter than most mud puddles.
	The coach placed a bandana about Sheen’s noggin, specifically his eyes.  Sheen acknowledged that he “couldn’t see.”  Then, Coach Latterman explained the “game.”
	“I’m going to put something in your mouth, and you guess it.  Each time you guess correctly, you get a prize!”
	“What if I guess wrong?”
	“You’ll get another prize!”
	“Wow!” exclaimed Sheen, “Two prizes no matter what I do, I cant lose!”  yeah, right…

*

Well I’ve never been in pussy 
But I kinda like the feeling
They say all pussy is the same now
And the ladies sure know how to use it
I can't refuse it
Never gonna abuse it
Just let me fuck it, let me fuck it

Well I never been to heaven
But I’ve been in righteous poontang
They tell me I was born there
But I really don't remember
In momma’s poontang 
Not on a chain gang, not standing in the rain game
Does it matter?
What does it matter?

Well I’ve never been to England;
But I kinda like the food there
Fish & Chips really send me
And I hear they got some sweets there
But pussy is finer than the diner,
at Trafelga’s Square there, that’s what I hear there
(musical interlude here)

	The decision to keep Jimmy’s mom (Judy) panties was an easy one.  After his first initial defiling of her, hypochondriac Carl Awlson tucked the woman’s green tinted panties into his pants pocket.  The woman was still on the bed, her lime green polka dotted dress pushed clear up to her bodacious perky ta-tas.  While Carl had put his “chubby” into the woman’s poontang, Carl fondled, kneaded, and suckled the 36Cs, and then he entered into the most glorious sensation of his young life—even better than triple fudge brownie drowned in triple fudge sauce with chocolate pudding as a topping!
	And once was not enough.  He filled Judy’s poon more than once, finding his hands caressing not only her bodacious hooters—of which were the object of his attention most times, but her ass.  His hand cupped her ass as he drilled her, his fireman exploding loads of sensational feelings Carl had never experienced.
	After the third fucking time, his chubby chubbed out.  It went soft and developed a NEW feeling.  It was a mix of intense pleasure mingling with discomfort.  He fondled his balls instead and rendered Judy nude.  Onto her pussy he laid his aching schlong, humping the gooied gash to his delight, sucking on her titties and cooing to her.  He envied his friend Jimmy, Jimmy was so lucky to have such a beautiful mother, Jimmy was so lucky to have her to himself and be with her night and day.  And Jimmy probably didn’t even realize what he had!
	A moan from Judy put Carl on alert.  Was she coming around?
	It was lunch time, his stomach growled and he smelled gamey.
	Slowly he re-dressed the woman, wiping her cum laden cunt with her panties, re-tucking them into his pants’ pocket before re-dressing himself, kissing almost coming around woman on the bed then scurrying off to school

**

	“Everything okay in there?”
	“Jeeze, Libby, leave me alone, will ya!?”
	“Grouch-ee!” snapped back Libby.  She stood right outside the stall of where Jimmy/Cindy sat on the toilet.  
	“Damn, I hate being a girl!” 
	“It’s not all bad,” replied Libby, “I wouldn’t mind being a boy—for a little while.”
	Libby’s comment didn’t register to the bothered Jimmy/Cindy, not only did he have to have an emergency pee, he had to poop, too.  Neither he liked doing as there was way too much work involved.  But he had to admit, wiping the cunny after a good pee was kinda-sorta okay.  Then, sitting back he saw Libby standing just outside the door—he could see her thru the stall door space—she had her hand up inside her shortie deep sea green dress and she seemed to be “busy”!
	Jimmy/Cindy was captivated.  To say the least!
	And then—there was an image in his mind, Cindy’s mind—someone’s mind.  It wasn’t clear at first, and then even when it was—Jimmy was too shocked to make it out anyways!

	The image eventually cleared.  Grasping exactly what it was that he saw took a little more time.  But slowly the image formulated to reveal Libby and Cindy in the stall.  They were naked!  Cindy was on the toilet, leaning way back, her butt angled upwards so as the nude Libby could—could—could…
	It was unconscionable.  Inconceivable.  Un-fucking-believable!
	Jimmy sat on the toilet with Cindy’s panties at the knees, he barely could see Libby hanging outside the green stall door (with her hand up her dress doing something naughty).  His breathing became hard, and if he had a cock between his legs instead of Cindy’s cunt, it would be hard, too.  In his mind, or Cindy’s mind—whoevers, Libby was apparently licking Cindy’s pussy!
	Jimmy couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
	Was it real?
	It was an imprint, something left over indelible to Cindy’s mind.
	But it wasn’t over.  After an unknown amount of time Libby finished licking Cindy’s twat and turn about, pooching her butt to Cindy.  Cindy scooted forward—Libby braced against the wall, her long sleek chocolate arms up the green marked up stall door.  Behind her Cindy parted the chocolate cheeks of her best friend and buried her face into the crack!
	Jimmy was stunned.  He couldn’t breathe.  Was it a fantasy of Cindy’s, or did it actually happen?  He was confused, and horny.  Very-very horny.  He had never really understood the concepts that was Sex, he understood the basic fundamentals that made up the Sexes—a man and a woman, but as for the actual copulation aspect he was naïve.
	Pulling up Cindy’s clothes, unlatching the door and stepping out he found Libby sweating.  She was pretty, even prettier than Cindy!  Sheen liked her, and Jimmy hated admitting it—but he liked Cindy.  A lot.  She WAS smart, that was a turn on, or a quality that he liked; she smelled good, she smiled and—and—and…
	He was finding out a lot more about Cindy Fortox than he really wanted to know.
	“Are you okay, Jimmy?  Er, I mean, Cindy?  Er, should I say Cindy/Jimmy, or Jimmy/Cindy?”
	“Cindy will do, for now.” Jimmy/Cindy replied.  Then, “Are YOU okay?”
	Libby reared back some, she was nervous and by casting his eyes down, he could see her panty lines, they were bunched up and not pulled up like they were supposed to be (covering the ass.)  She, too, was trembling, breathing hard, and looking desperate.

	“Uh, you-you want to come inside?” the word were out of his mouth before he could think about them.
	Libby gulped, batted her eyes and swayed her head side to side, 
	“Say what?  Are you sure?”
	“I-I-I saw you.”
	Libby raised an eyebrow, then got a look of panic, “Y-you SAW me, just now?” she was rearing back and looking as if she were about to flee, hysterically.
	“In-in my mind, er, Cindy’s mind, a leftover imprint.”
	Libby didn’t know exactly what that meant, “Uhm, you saw what, exactly.”
	“Oh, nothing much really, just you and Cindy inside the stall.” and he left it at that.
	“Oh my God!” almost shrieked the lovely black girl.
	“It’s cool, Libby, really.” Jimmy/Cindy said reaching out and taking her hands, he shrugged—it was even more curious than ever.  Slowly he moved back into the stall…

***

	“Uhm, I’m gonna say, BANANA!”
	“Ding-ding-ding!” chuckled the coach, he then gave his near naked plebe a cookie, followed by an orange peel, then a piece of gum followed by his raging hard kinda funky cock.
	Sheen had guessed correctly all the items inserted/planted into his mouth.  His hands were tied behind him to keep him from instinctively reaching out and his eyes covered with a blindfold (to keep him from seeing (the truth)).  And despite the blindfold, the last item to “guess” in his mouth he knew instinctively seconds after it going into his mouth.
	When trying to pull away two strong hands pressed on his the back of his head and he gobbled cock.  Sheen thrashed about madly,
	“Ultra Lord would take it,” said the coach.
	“Huh?  Ut-ughmph, not ghumph Ult-umph gord!”
	“Yeah, sure he would,” continued the boy loving coach, “he’d take one for the Universe, to get what he wanted he’d do anything.”
	Sheen was confused, he still struggled as the man-cock filled his mouth.  He closed his eyes and thought of Ultra Lord in episode 52, Invasion of the Space Centipedes!  

	When the dirty deed was a “dirty deed done”, Latterman pulled out, smearing more of his special goo onto the young Sheen’s face.  Sheen retched, gagged, choked, and then vomited—all over Coach Latterman’s private area.  To say the least the coach was less than pleased.  He wrenched Sheen quickly around, pinning him against the in the office.  The coach then angrily assailed Sheen’s bare bum, and as the boy was still retching, heaving, sputtering, and bound  at the hands, there was very little that could be done.
	Sheen had been spanked before—usually he did so unto himself as well as utilizing a contraption Jimmy had created (but Jimmy had created a device for perpetual motion & free energy.)  It didn’t work unless utilizing some strong-strong batteries or AC current.  Sheen got the defunct device and set it up in his room.  A few alterations, a bare ass, and a strong desire to be spanked and Sheen Garcia was in business!
	The ordeal wasn’t over, Latterman re-stuffed Sheen’s ass—first with fingers and then with his re-hardened cock.  Sheen braced against the desk, episode 118 filling his mind, Ultra Lord and the Lost Tribe of Hoob.

*

	He wasn’t himself—that was for sure.  And a part of him really wasn’t himself, although his mind occupied space in Cindy’s head, her body was beginning to act on its own, instinct it was supposed.  With Libby in the bathroom stall, Jimmy/Cindy found Cindy’s clothes down at the ankles and scooting his butt to the end of the toilet…
	Libby seemed unsure, but pulled Cindy-Jimmy/Cindy’s clothes off at the ankles, then opened the legs—just like in the left over imprint Jimmy had seen.  Gripping the sides of the toilet he braced for Libby’s actions as the hip black girl eased to her knees, opening Cindy-Jimmy/Cindy’s legs.
	Jimmy was speechless.  Libby pressed her face down in between Cindy’s legs and then…
	The bathroom door opened.
	Naturally!

	At Cindy’s home it was better—this after more schooling, a trip to his OWN home, more begging (and denial), then back to Cindy’s home and her room.  Life as Cindy Fortox was not so good.  But then again…
	Libby was ever the constant shadow.  She spent quality time with Cindy-Cindy/Jimmy before making way to the spaced out Jimmy/Cindy.  Confused?  Lol

	Jimmy/Cindy did the chores Cindy’s parents expected of her, there was general chit-chat, then it was to his room to chill—and contemplate, and go over what had happened in the bathroom stall with Libby.  Had it happened?  Was Cindy and Libby that nasty?  He knew of his ownself weird shit was going on with his “fireman”, but he chose to leave it alone (mostly) and tend to other business.
	But he was soon to be eleven, he was growing, his fireman was growing and becoming more prominent, demanding attention.  His mind was in a whir, his body—not Cindy’s body he occupied but HIS body Cindy occupied.  It was utterly confounding.  Flopping back on Cindy’s too soft PINK bed, he farted and was almost asleep when Libby knocked on the door.

	Again it was unconscionable, inconceivable, unbelievable, and uncanny.  He lay in almost a catatonic state as almost also eleven year old Libby tongued out Cindy-Jimmy/Cindy’s cunt.  The licking was incredible, there were sensations Jimmy thought impossible to attain.  He knew whole heartedly that what was going on was wrong.  He saw, though, more images of Libby and Cindy, naked—showering together, laying on one another, and etc.
	And there, also, was no denying the intense feelings seething throughout the body (and mind.)  He didn’t understand exactly what Libby was doing, but she was doing a good job.  
	Libby enjoyed Cindy’s cunny—and how!  She licked the bald beaver repeatedly with an incredible talent; and there, too, was the tongue lashing delving into the crevice of that which was Cindy’s poon.  
	Jimmy liked it.  He assumed that Cindy liked it, too.  It gave Jimmy all kinds of questions, it also gave him a leg up—something he could use (against Cindy) if ever he needed to; he knew something about her that he was sure that she did not wish anyone alive to know about.
	Libby was in control—and naked.  Jimmy didn’t remember when Libby had stripped off her clothes, she had come into the room—they talked, then picked up where they had left off in the school bathroom.  After Libby’s tongue wore out and she sat up smacking her lips, grinning and blushing, Jimmy/Cindy sat up.  He found himself suddenly fingering himself where Libby’s tongue had been—the cunny area still tingled.
	Libby stared at Jimmy/Cindy.  Jimmy/Cindy stared back to Libby.  
	The phone rang—interrupting anything further (again).  It was Cindy/Jimmy.  Naturally!

	With the fateful day finally upon them, Jimmy/Cindy raced to the electronic store to make the purchase he needed, then raced back to his lab-clubhouse to make good his promise of returning his mind to his body and Cindy’s to hers.
	It was tedious tiring work, interrupted by Sheen and Carl and an impatient Cindy/Jimmy.  Jimmy’s mind (in Cindy’s body) was still plagued by thoughts of Libby.
	Libby-Libby-Libby.
	The girl was whacked.
	So was Cindy.
	Jimmy had learned more about Cindy and Libby than he wanted to.
	He wondered if Cindy had learned anything about him?  Jimmy professed not to have any secrets, except the one about having a slight-slight crush on Cindy.
	But, back to Libby.
	Cindy liked to have her cunny licked out—by Libby.
	Libby liked to have her BUTT CRACK licked out—by Cindy.
	And both Libby and Cindy enjoyed SPANKING one another.  Hard!
	Jimmy didn’t know what to do with the information he had.  And he feared that when the transfer was made, Cindy would know, too.  But what of it, Libby already knew.
	Libby.  Libby-Libby-Libby.  

**

	With their minds back together it was reality check time.  Both knew what had happened during the swap.  Libby escorted Carl and Sheen out of the clubhouse, Jimmy and Cindy needed private time alone.  Carl and Sheen were cool with that, Jimmy’s mom had made her famous cinnamon cookies…
	Inside the clubhouse Jimmy and Cindy sat staring at one another.  Jimmy knew Cindy’s secrets, Cindy knew Jimmy’s.  
	“Holy shit!” Jimmy blurted out uncharacteristically.
	Cindy was speechless.  Jimmy knew she liked being spanked, peed on, and having Libby lick her pussy!  Jimmy knew she liked him.  Jimmy knew that she was naughty, nasty, and licked to be spanked!
	And peed on!
	And licked out!
	And spanked!

	Jimmy secrets were also known to Cindy.  He feared failure.  He feared having a “wetting” accidents at school.  He hated being called “short”.  He was not sexually active, not a deviant (like Cindy and Libby were).  But he curious.  There was budding a sexual desire to be a deviant.  He was curious—moreso since the mind swap.  
	And he DID like Cindy.
	“So now what do we do?” Cindy asked meekly.
	“I-I don’t know, Cindy.” Jimmy replied.  He shrugged his shoulders, his own shoulders.  For awhile it had actually been kind of fun to live the life of another person.  A little scary, but fun nevertheless.  He stood, it was late, almost bed time—he was a boy genius, sure—but he still had a 9PM bed time!
	When he stood, his “fireman” stood with him.
	Looking down, “Oh shit!” he exclaimed—bad-naughty words were not really a part of his vocabulary—they were Cindy’s but she strove not to use them except when angry—when really-really angry.
	Jimmy knew that in the past three days, Cindy had toyed with the fireman, she had humped the bed, his hand, and got it highly aroused.  Cindy was greatly embarrassed.
	But inasmuch as what Cindy had done, Jimmy had found the pleasures of Cindy’s cunny, too.
	Trying to be sly Jimmy gouged his boner with the heel of his hand.
	“I-I know a way to make it go down.” Cindy said.
	Jimmy gulped.  What did she mean by that?
	She meant she knew more than Jimmy knew…

	With Jimmy’s dad out of town on a Duck Lovers convention, the opportunities abound (to be naughty again with Jimmy’s mom.)  Of course, Sheen and Libby were in and about so that made it a little tough.  But with Libby jamming to some tunes in the living room getting a moody Sheen to loosen up, Carl once more made his move.
	After watching Libby and Sheen grooving to some tunes, and watching Ms. Newtron going upstairs, Carl entered into “slink” mode and followed cautiously.  All he had to do really was to follow her “scent”.  Judy Newtron had a wondrous scent about her—he didn’t know if it was natural or manmade (perfume).  And he didn’t care, either.
	To her bedroom she went—which was perfect.  Carl “zapped” then closed the door behind him…

	On the back wall was a pic of Einstein, Mozart, and Newton; his eyes focused on the incredibly intelligent trio while Cindy Fortox fondled his cock.  It felt good.  He still wanted to deny it, it was a moral thing—he didn’t particularly know or understand what “morals” were, they were imbedded, a part of him.
	He was a little uncomfortable, but then again—Cindy’s hand (her own hand) worked his Johnson.  And it felt good!  There was no denying that!  They stood chest-chest, Cindy had undone his pants and worked her hand down inside his underwear.  It felt good!
	Then, Cindy took one of Jimmy’s hands and placed it on her butt.
	Jimmy still focused hard on Mozart’s picture, he blinked and then saw the musical genius WINK!  Sir Isaac Newton and Albert Einstein flanking Mozart both nodded their heads, with the great thinker (Einstein) smiling!  Jimmy pressed his hand to Cindy’s ass, then brought his other hand around and did same.  Cindy continued to “work” Jimmy’s wang, Jimmy slipped a hand down inside Cindy’s tan pants and inside her panties…

	It would be a quickie, but Carl was cool with that.  He had Judy’s panties (from the first encounter) and quickly removed the ones she currently wore; then laid her out on her bed, opened her legs and took a nice long gander at her womanly poon.  Down came his own pants and undies, he worked his crank and gazed longingly at Judy’s cunt.  
	Judy moaned as Carl’s nearly eleven year old schlong slid into her womanhood.  Natural instinct took over and Carl humped.  There wasn’t any time to get “freaky”, so he humped, grinded, and sucked on Judy’s bosoms thru her dress.
	Downstairs, Sheen and Libby were gettin’ “jiggy” with it.
	In the laboratory/clubhouse—Jimmy & Cindy were “gettin’ it…

	The most influential theoretical physicist of the modern era held his mouth open as Cindy “went to her knees.”  She addressed Jimmy’s “jimmy”, handled it, kissed the head of it, then wrapped her almost eleven year old lips about it.  The full length of Jimmy’s jimmy entered in, it was barely four inches long but long enough for Cindy.  
	After some righteous sucking, Cindy stopped and placed Jimmy’s jimmy against her face.  The sensations were exceeding their limit.  Cindy squeezed his penis and then began resucking it again.
	Jimmy concentrated on the trio on the back wall; his mind, though, was a virtual blank.  Cindy’s actions on his tally superceded all else.  And he didn’t mind one bit!

	At length it was “Cindy’s Turn.”  Jimmy’s jimmy needed a break, it was so super sensitive he couldn’t stand it!  And Cindy’s mouth and hands were tired, too.  Slowly she pulled off her top.  She was almost eleven, as they all were, but her breasts were not.  They were nipples, just nipples.  Libby was having the beginnings of a nice chest, very small apricots where as Cindy has very small apricot “pits.”
	Jimmy didn’t care, his genius mind was not geared to “sex”, he was only in the beginning stages of being mildly attracted to a girl’s butt; he had yet to fine tune his attraction to note a girl’s crotch; whether or not she had a “camel toe” or not, super tight pants, panty lines, no panties, or whatever.  What had happened during the Mind Swap with Cindy was still overwhelming and would still take some time to digest.
	Meanwhile, Cindy had slipped out of her pants.  She sat down on the sofa, it was getting dark but Jimmy could still see well enough.  Cindy wore lavender panties with flowers on them.  He stared.  And stared.  And then stared some more.  His cock throbbed and demanded attention…

	It felt like he was peeing, and he wasn’t so certain that he wasn’t.  But it felt so good he knew he wasn’t going to stop!  Carl humped his fill and then some and then entered into that euphoric stage whereas he was no longer in control of himself.  A strange sudden surge of what seemed to be like a torrent of pee shooting out of his puddling as it was buried to the hilt inside Jimmy’s mom.
	The sensation seemed to last a lifetime, nearly eleven year old Carl pumped, grinded, gyrated, and strained to the max until the indescribable sensational orgasm orgasmed.  Of which then there was a lasting tingling thrill that would linger for some time.
	And that was with his chubby still IN the poon!  Sliding his fireman out to where the mushroom head was squeezed by the woman’s vulva sent great exuberance throughout his body.  (his nipples got hard!)  his strength was zapped instantly and he collapsed onto the bed onto Judy.

	Downstairs, Libby had gotten so jiggy that her panties had moved down, as she twirled and whirled, reared back and did some incredible dance moves unknown to man, Sheen got a Beaver shot.  Of course, at nearly merely eleven years young, Libby Daria didn’t have much a “beaver”.  But for Sheen Garcia, a “beaver” shot was a BEAVER shot.  
	And Libby knew it.
	And Libby didn’t mind…

	In the backyard clubhouse, Cindy’s hands clamped onto Jimmy’s bare ass.  Jimmy locked his arms in the prone position as he lay on her, his “jimmy” buried nicely into her cozy.  There were no words he could come up with to explain the glorious climatic feeling that surged thru his loins—and entire pipsqueak body.  
	They fucked.
	It was once more Natural Instinct in charge, Jimmy slid his prick in and almost out of Cindy’s cunt; Cindy clinging to her lover’s ass humping back into his thrusts.

I feel my temperature is rising
I feel a hard-on on the way
I know an orgasm is coming
That’s how I feel when I get laid

Please come around tonight
Don’t make me wait outside
There’s a hard-on on the rise

I hear your lips are made for blowing
And your pussy’s kinda tight
All those exercises are worth the knowing
I’ve got a raging one for you tonight

Don’t hold your thighs in tight
Let’s bounce against the wall
I’ve got a hard-on that’s right

Don’t keep your legs so close together
You’ve spread joy to one and all
I’m a poor slob who’s got raging boner
Let’s get freaky hump against the wall

	Judy’s moan and stirring alerted him and he sat up, his fireman and nuggets ached, he was sleepy, hungry, and still a wee bit horny.  He put Judy back to “sleep”, got up and used the master bathroom to freshen up.  

When he returned he listened at the door—hip hop music was still playing downstairs; he guessed Sheen and Libby were still getting jiggy.  He saw no light in the backyard clubhouse and wondered how Jimmy and Cindy were doing.

	Jimmy and Cindy were doing just fine—they had switched positions with Cindy on top.  She found great pleasure in being on top, she could easily straddled Jimmy’s waist and take him on.  She could wiggle, wriggle, jiggled and enjoy herself tenfold inasmuch as Jimmy was.
	Neither much understood the concept of what an “orgasm” was, but both experience it just the same—multiple times.  When both had cum or orgasmed as close to “cumming” as possible, they rested.  They were sweaty, stinking, and yet still horny.  Jimmy couldn’t sit up, he had no energy.  He fondled himself as his cock was incredibly delicate to the touch—let alone thought of being touched.
	Cindy had sat up, she didn’t worry about the Time or the others, she could care less.  There were a million torrid thoughts in her mind, none would congeal enough to help her make a decision on her next move, though.  She would have to continue playing it by ear.
	Watching Jimmy jimmy with his jimmy, Cindy got an idea.  Smiling she once more gobbled on Jimmy’s cock, devouring the whole thang and trying to work the hairless “nuggets” into her mouth, too.
	Jimmy took this all into awing pleasure.  Cindy was on her knees, bending down to “service” him.  Which was alright to Jimmy.  But he gazed upon her butt, the side of her butt, her legs, her nudity.  It gave him a reason (another) to get hard.  Slowly he placed his hand onto Cindy’s ass, slipping into the crack and easing a finger into her poop chute.
	Cindy never stopped her devouring.
	Jimmy finger fucked Cindy’s hole; at length she moved to straddle her lover, her bald beaver just a few inches above his mega head and ever smiling face.  Jimmy pried the girl’s wriggling cheeks open and gazed longingly.  Instinctively he began to earnestly fuck Cindy’s mouth.  Cindy lowered her ass and the two entered into 69ing—although they had no idea that was a “position.”
Cindy’s pussy was—in a word—wet.  It was more slicked up than ever before.  Images of Libby licking out Cindy’s cunny filled Jimmy’s mind, along with the other stuff the two pre-teens did.  The images intensified and drove Jimmy to lashing Cindy’s slicked up cunny, of which compelled the girl to bounce on his face, squeeze her legs together and suck his dick off!

	Cindy began to thrash.  Madly.  She began to squeeze her thighs against Jimmy’s face, her poon began to pulsate and gush liquid love onto him.  It enthused Jimmy and he clamped down onto the girl’s soft cheeks.
	“Oh yes, Newtron,” the girl muffled in between slurps, “do my ass!”
	Jimmy wasn’t sure what she meant by that, until the image of Libby smacking Cindy’s ass filled him.  Jimmy smiled and began to squeeze the cheeks and then wail on them.  Cindy gobbled on Jimmy’s pud, devouring wholly his cock AND balls!

	Carl eased down the stairs, the music played, the hour was getting late, and there was cum dripping down his legs.  Reaching the foot of the stairs, peeking his head around the corner he saw a naked Libby and a naked Sheen “getting’ it on!”  Libby lay braced against the overstuffed arm of the sofa, one hand down under her beautiful black naked body while behind her a naked lily white Sheen bumped and grinded against her black “sheen” ass.
	The two lovers bumped and grinded and carried on to the jam of the music, Carl got wood and hauled his monster cummer out and promptly began whacking away.  His “motions” were noticed by Libby who for a moment freaked at being “busted.”
	Then she smiled, spread an ass cheek open more and winked at the masturbating Carl.  With a subtle head nod she gave him the okay to “cum over” and bring your Chubby with you.
	Sheen’s cock plowed deep into Libby’s ass, he didn’t pause a second as he noticed his chubby friend making his way to them.  Carl climbed onto the sofa, Libby reached out for his Chubby and fondled it.  Fondle-fondle-fondle!
	She gripped Libby’s lovely soft chocolate brown cheeks and continued his humping.  Ultra Lord Action Figure that came with the first issue of the Ultra Lord comic book magazine sat nearby watching.  He gave a wink to his most obsessed fan, “Atta boy, Sheen, atta boy!”

The goo that was gooey was at first disgusting.  More than disgusting.  It was repulsive and made her retch.  But after the initial disgust she continued gobbling the cock until it began to soften.  She didn’t know why or understand the concept of why but took it as a cue that it was over—for the moment.
	Her own sex had experienced incredible venues of orgasms virtually unknown to her.  She continued to quiver while her lover beneath her panted, rested, farted, and oozed more cum out of his nearly eleven year old peter.

	“It’s getting late, Newtron, I probably should be getting home.”
	Jimmy struggled to sit up as Cindy moved off of him.  He wanted her to stay—this wild sex stuff was alright!  But Cindy was right, the hour was late and it was time to chill.
	As Cindy and Jimmy dressed, Cindy handed over her lavender panties.  She smiled and was blushing, Jimmy the same.  He took the undies, sniffed the crotch then tucked them into his pants.
	“We have to do this again.” Cindy declared.
	“No shit.” replied Jimmy.  But some time he would need for his cock to have a rest.  
	They hugged and then—kissed.
	It was supposed to be a brief peck type kiss.
	Didn’t happen.
	Their young mouths met and each tried to envelope the other—which only increased the tempo of their lip lock.  Finally, on their own and not knowing what a French Kiss was, their tongues met and quickly gnashed about as their young bodies began to re-sweat, mesh together, and become passionate (warm for form) once more.
	“I got to get home!” Cindy said breaking away from Jimmy.  She enjoyed her freedom, breaking curfew, coming in late was a quick way to spend a weekend and then some in her room.
	The two held hands and not so quickly made way to the house.

	“Oh my God!” was Cindy’s chosen words.
	Jimmy had none as he was speechless, caught totally off-guard.
	Carl, Libby, and Sheen lay on the floor “getting’ jiggy with it.”  They were involved in a Double Team, Making a Fuck Sandwich.  Sheen still plowed Libby’s ass, he liked the “backdoors” while Carl’s Chubby chubbed away in Libby’s delightful black box.
	Cindy and Jimmy watched for a while, then Jimmy worried about his mother.
	“Oh, don’t worry about her, Jimmy, she’s sleeping.”
	Jimmy was cool with that, but then—how’d he know she was “sleeping?”
	“I’m going to call my Mom,” said Cindy finding her sexual horniness anewed, “and see if I can stay over.”
	She did and as soon as Libby, Carl, & Sheen “broke” they, too, made phone calls.  It was going to be a loooong night!

“Hey Dad, can I have an advance in my allowance so I can make this rocket ship to go into outer space?”  No.   “Okay, can I have an allowance to make a boat?”  Why certainly!
	Of course, the boat was hi-tech as all get out…

	Advance 2-weeks after the orgy at Jimmy’s house
	It was a boat.  Sort of.  An air boat if you will, a roundish boat that floated on a cushion of air.  With a few minor tweakings and astonishing brain power, enthusiasm, 160 IQ, and blind Unforeseen Future Events, the “boat” was a craft of incredible feats.  Not only did it “float on a cushion of air”, not only did it zip about the town in a matter of minutes, not only could it scoot along the nearby river just mere inches above the water’s surface; but it could assail thru Time and Space!
	And naturally Cindy didn’t believe him, although she and Jimmy were lovers (and she spread her lips, cheeks, and legs for Carl & Sheen (and Libby) she still regarded herself as smarter than Jimmy Newtron.
	So Jimmy proved it.
	And Cindy regretted it.
	What happened after the airboat sailed off into the unknown of Space & Time was difficult to explain.  But Cindy regretted ever goading Jimmy into putting his theory into motion.
	The kids landed in a very desolate land firstly.  Jimmy had deduced that they were in a place Before Time, a time before Life.  It was unknown clearly in the science world just when the Animals, even micoscopically speaking, began.  It was assumed that there WAS a period lasting not less than a million years before microscopic life began.
	But it was purely a guess.  Jimmy collected some rocks and they sailed off again, ripping a hole in space in which to travel.
	How many “worlds” they went to was unclear, some were vast emptiness of desolation; others had animal life, thick jungle vegetation, and large-VERY LARGE flying animals.
	Thankfully, though, Jimmy’s special craft had a Homing Beacon.  Home coordinates embedded into the craft’s electronics allowing absolute Return to Point of Original Departure; a fail safe should something happen to Jimmy.
	And something did.
	In their last world visited the gang encountered Minotaurs.  The minotaurs were buff, huge, and had a small herd of disheveled humans with them.  The humans were slaves, as well as a food source.  Jimmy and the gang scurried back to the airboat but …

	“We have to rescue them.” Jimmy said about the human slaves.
	“What!?  Are you nuts!” almost shouted Cindy, “Those creatures--”
	“Minotaurs.”
	“Whatever, they are HUGE, they’ve got weapons, what do we got?”
	Jimmy smiled and pulled out from the airboat-craft some items that resembled shotguns, but were electric shotguns—dispensing high intensity plasma current—25 times the strength of a common cattle prod.
	“We got this.” Jimmy said proudly as he held the hi-tech weapon, 
	“And we’re smarter than they are!” he said proudly; well, he meant that HE was smarter than the minotaurs…

	Unfortunately, someone forgot to tell the minotaurs that part about Jimmy Newtron and his 160 IQ.  And despite having a couple of narly hi-tech shotgun weapons, the beefy buffed minotaur horde were not so easily swayed, or damaged, and overwhelmed the kids.
	The speech of the minotaurs was unknown to Jimmy, or anyone else.  Mostly the minotaur speak was grunts, grumbles, and something similar to scoffs.  Ten adult humans and four children were herded into a subterranean pit.  Other humans were there, too—the remains.
	The “other humans” were beaten, it wasn’t clear if they were from the Birth World or what, they were haggard but Libby recalled seeing one human with a wrist watch and name brand shoes.  They had no will to live, or escape.  Jimmy and the others did.
	They escaped.  But not without peril.  In the pit they had been dumped in the kids found a crevice in which they could just barely squeeze by.  Although they had initially intended on “rescuing” the hapless humans, the hapless humans were a no-go.  Most had been beaten senseless, already gnawed on, and put thru horrors unspeakable and unknown.  Mostly unspeakable.  They were mindless zombies and nothing could be done for them except sprinkle a little salt and pepper on them…
	Jimmy and his group made good their escape.
	There were perils that went along with that escape; with Carl’s girth, the easier passages of escape had to be ditched for those passages that were more forgiving.  But they were extremely dark, dank passages layered with retching-vile-putrid remains of those humans before them who had risked escape venturing.

	Some sort of vine tendrils ensnared the group, a rock crushed Carl’s hand, a sharp object gouged Sheen’s ass.  Libby slid back down the slippery incline passageway, straddling a hard object not intended to be straddled.  It caused her to bleed from her cunny, lose her breath, and almost consciousness.
	Once the group found themselves on the surface they thought their worries were over.  Fat chance.  No dice.  Not gonna happen.  No way.  Itr was dark, that was a plus.  But the air was inundated with the stench of blood, rotting corpses, and minotaur shit.  The minotaur encampment was close, down a small rocky hill.  The area was grassy, rocky, and a step up from desolate.
	Locating the airboat took a little doing, it was not in the area that it had last been.  It was almost morning before it was found—and not in the same condition as it had last been, either.
	“Can you get us out of here?” Cindy asked.
	Jimmy wasn’t sure, it didn’t look good—the minotaurs had seriously fucked the craft up.  Seriously.  
	“Not good.” grumbled Jimmy.
	“Can you fix it?” asked Cindy.
	Jimmy sighed, he wasn’t sure, it didn’t look so good.

	After some painstaking diligent and very tedious hours of work, re-wiring and so forth, Jimmy declared:  “Well, that’s about all I can do.”
	“What does that mean?” Libby inquired.
	“It means it works, but not like it did before.”
	“What does that mean?” 
	With a heavy sigh, “It means it can fly but with the matrix generator fouled up--” 
	“Matrix generator?”
	“Yeah, a device that enables bla blab la blab bla blab yada yada yada (insert scientific jargon no one understands here) bla llab la bla blab.”
	Jimmy’s group stared at him expressing extreme “Huh?”
	“It means we cant get home.”
	“Oh shit.” exclaimed them all.

Epilogue 
	His eyes fluttered but that was the only sign of life from the young genius.  Cindy was ever vigil at staying by his side.  Libby spelled her every so often but it was Cindy who wanted to be there when he awoke.
	After fixing the airboat to where it would at least get them away from the minotaurs that fateful extreme day, the group encountered not an attack problem but an airboat-craft malfunction.  Jimmy had the craft some mere twenty feet or so off of the ground.  The malfunction caused a minor explosion of which sent the young genius hurling backwards and out of the flying machine.
	Cindy had taken controls but had a helluva time controlling the craft and returning to where Jimmy had fallen.  He had fallen into a crevice, a small ravine of rocks and unfriendly desert critters.  A broken leg was the least of Jimmy’s problems, the head wound was the bugger, the wind knocked out of him, and the scorching hard packed sand he had landed on.
	Of course, getting down to him was a bugger, too.
	Luckily, there was some rope-rigging in the airboat of Jimmy’s.  why was unknown, it was “just there” so go with it.  It was Sheen who went down into the small crevice, after being prompted by Libby goading him with “What would Ultra Lord do?”
	Carl with his girthy stance stood at the top with the rope about his waist, Libby and Cindy held the rope while Ultra Lord Sheen descended.  It wasn’t far, twelve-fifteen feet or so.  Jimmy lay moaning while all around him enthused scorpions and other poisoning type desert dwellers crept out onto the scorching surfaces of the rocks to take a gander and their new unfortunate food source.
	All went well, however; Sheen got to Jimmy—but together they were a combined weight of around 110 lbs.  A little much for the pulling crew.  So Jimmy had to go up alone—leaving Sheen to fend off the curious encroaching scorpions.
	With Jimmy secured at the top Sheen the rope was returned and Sheen made a triumphant return.  The scorpions retreated back into the shelter of their rocks to await the next unfortunate meal.
	Jimmy was messed up.  The broken leg was nothing compared to the head wound.  There was a lot of blood.  It worried Cindy.  She tore a bit of scrap from her shirt to blot the wound and then another to make a full head bandage.  
	They were fucked.  Really-really fucked; and not in a sensual sensational orgasmic way, either.  

	When evening type time came along the coolness of the evening came along, too.  That helped.  Some.  It was still sticky and uggy but survivable.  Sheen and Carl had found water containers in the airboat-craft and gone to the river to fill them.  Jimmy had peed himself.
	“He’s YOUR boyfriend, girlfriend.” Libby said chortlingly.
	Cindy gave her a dirty look, but only in jest.  She pulled Jimmy’s pants and underwear off and then “worked” his little organ.  Libby squatted at his feet, grinning.  Cindy worked the boy’s pud and at length it DID get stiff.  That was a plus, Cindy hoped.  Slowly she sucked her own clothes and straddled her young unconscious lover, sliding his prick into her poon.  She clenched to him and “rode him”.  Libby watched from behind, fingering her sex while caressing Cindy’s ass.

	And speaking of ass caressing…
	At the river’s edge the boys stripped off their grimy clothes and took a dip.  Just a dip, the water was fast and the bank steeped off quickly, but they needed refreshing after the harrowing ordeal in the pits, the tunnels, the minotaurs, all of it.
	The refreshing helped, loads.  Although the refreshing was merely a “dip”, it was lasting and very welcomed.  The boys laid out on the bank, knowing that they needed to scurry back to the others with the water.  Sheen lay on his stomach, Carl lay on his back.  Their minds were frapped.  It had been a hell of an ordeal.  Hell of.  
	Slowly Sheen found peace in his mind—sex.  He had shagged Libby—he had shagged Cindy, too.  The thoughts of the two filled him and he found himself humping the warm sand ‘neath his cock.  Slowly he began to rub his ass, squeezing the cheeks and refreshening in his mind the times Libby had smacked his bare ass.  He liked it.
	Slowly ever so slowly Sheen began inching a finger into his funk hole.  Close by him lay Carl watching.  
	“You like it in the ass, don’t you?” Carl said in his high pitched squeaky voice.
	Somewhere during their harrowing misadventure Sheen had lost his Ultra Lord Action figure—it was probably off looking for the Ultra Toilet paper or fecal matter removal.  Sheen didn’t respond to Carl’s question but lifted his ass up more instead.
	Carl caressed Sheen’s ass, it was beginning to tan up nicely.  Sheen parted a cheek—his dick was hard and Carl was horny—hornier.  
	“Do it, Carl,” Sheen said, “do me!”
	And Carl was only too happy to oblige.  Too happy…

	And speaking of happy…
	Cindy grunted each time Jimmy Newtron’s needle dick slid into her personal crevice; behind her all the while best friend Libby smacked her ass—a little harder with each smack.  And at length Libby placed her face into Cindy’s crack, tonguing the rim and tugging on Jimmy’s swelled hairless nads.
	After her tongue wore out, Libby sat back, fingering her sex and watching Cindy ride up and down on Jimmy’s cock.  Finally Libby could stand it no more and moved to the front, she sat on Jimmy’s face, her legs opened wide—Cindy grinned big and then “went down on” her best friend, licking and sucking Libby’s black twat until she was satisfied.  Cindy herself experienced a delicious orgasmic relief, and Jimmy—despite of being unconscious—came, too.

	With water (finally brought by Carl & Sheen), Cindy cleaned Jimmy’s wound and fed him some (water).  Come the new morning Cindy tempted fate.
	“We cant stay here,” she declared, “no food and just water?”
	“So what do we do?” asked Libby.
	“I say we fire this thing of Jimmy’s up and take off!”
	“Are you nuts!?” exclaimed her best friend, “You saw what it did to Jimmy--”
	“I know, I know,” Cindy replied, “but I’ve been tinkering with the controls and I think I can do it.  If I can just keep it a little off the ground and not so high if it crashes again it shouldn’t be so bad.”
	She did have a point, staying where they were was not such a good idea.  It was hot, mildly desolate, no food, and only river water to sustain them.
	Firing up the airboat-craft was not as easy at it sounded and it took half the day to do so.  But eventually it was managed and Cindy got the troublesome craft over the river water where it seemed to operate better.  For the rest of the day and part of the night they traveled, resting the rest of the night before continuing to an unknown destiny at sunrise.
	Later that same day they came to the vicinity of Peach Tree.

*
	Jimmy stirred and showed signs of life, but it would be days before he was actually “up and around.”  Cindy was ever vigil by his side.  Libby and the boys were integrated into the Clan of Forrest and the new way of life the living in the desert town of Peach Tree.
	For the first couple of days, maybe three, the newest arrivals kept a low key.  They met everyone, got the tour of the town, and went swimming—skinny dipping as it was the norm of the Peach Tree citizens.  But for those first introductory days the Jimmy clan kept to themselves and didn’t engage into any sexploits.
	On the third day or so, though, Forrest observed young Cindy F on top of Jimmy N.  he was stirring more and more with each passing day.  Cindy “stirred” him with his slinky in her kinky.  The sign that Jimmy was doing better was with his hands clamping to Cindy’s ass.
	Elsewhere, Libby had found the joy of multiple choice cock.
	Austin, Ted, Joe, Greg, Arnold, and Josh had available cock and Libby enjoyed them.  She sucked them, worked them, had them squirt golden liquid love as well as the milky gooey liquid love.  And most assuredly she spread her legs and cheeks to receive the available cock—she was insatiable.
	When Forrest learned of Carl and Sheen’s odd desires, he enjoyed them, as well.  Sheen enjoyed being shagged more than Carl, Carl liked to have his chubby chubbed on; to be fondled, spanked, wanked, and buried to the hilt into a hole—any hole.
	Sheen, like Libby and Cindy enjoyed being spanked.
	Carl, like the other swinging dicks of the desert town, enjoyed sinking his pud into all the girls of the desert town—Melody, Brandy, Marsha, and Julie.  
	Julie.  The strange but very cute girl was still obsessed with stuffing objects into Arnold’s hole.  She also tried finding ultra slender small items to stuff into Arnold’s pee hole.  Arnold strongly objected to that and took the licking (butt spank) instead.  Julie was a very strange girl.
	Julie didn’t try “stuffing” the holes of the older boys in her life; they, instead, stuffed her.  She most often was double teamed by the likes of Ted and Joe Sandyeyes.  Ted liked ‘em young.  He was even overjoyed humping on the slit of Brittany, the baby daughter of Brandy.  Brittany was two years young.  Ted seemed infatuated with laying his pipe against the toddler’s cunt; he humped his fill, spilling his seed then pressing the head of his cum laden cock against the child’s mouth.

	Brandy was sometimes so-so about the deed.  She accepted the dirty deed done on her own, but was goaded into doing so by Forrest’s Minding help.  Melody’s son, Brandon, was also apart of the fray, in that though not so much as the BOYS (swinging dicks) of the Forrest Clan enjoyed him, the girls did.  All the girls at least once a day took a turn slurping on the toddler’s schlong as well as having him suckle on their breasts—if they had any.  Brandon also was laid between the girls’ legs for a hump fest-grind.
	New girls Cindy and Libby weren’t overly keen on the molesting of such young children, their morals about that were still intact, but negotiable.  Sheen and Carl, too, had some reservations about sliding their winkies against Brittany’s not even three year old pussy—but in the end they did and that was that.

	Ted and Melody were a couple and considered themselves “married.”  Coping with the New World was okay, it was different and they missed their families in their Birth World, but there was little that they could do.  They understood in part the Parallel Universe thing—inasmuch as it seemed somewhat easy to come into the New World, returning to the Birth World was a little more difficult.
	Ted and Melody, with Brandon, took residence in a home next to where Forrest their Leader resided with Austin, Julie, and Arnold.  Newbies Jimmy, Cindy, Libby, Carl & Sheen also resided there.  Ted and Joe with Forrest made almost daily checks all about the town sometimes twice a day.  Security was foremost but they were also on the look out-listen for noises, sounds of distress of any other potential newbies to the area.
	Although Greg and Marsha were brother and sister, they were not biologically connected and THEY had become “a couple.”  And Marsha was pregnant.  And again, like Melody and Brandy, it was somewhat unclear as to who exactly was responsible.  (not that it mattered much…)
	Ted, Joe, Josh, Greg, Carl, Sheen, and especially Forrest enjoyed stuffing Julie’s cunt.  Her mouth hole and backdoor hole were also a joy to poke, prod, and fill with love cream.  Spanking the girl, peeing on her, watching her pee, poop, and be fucked, humped, spanked, peed on was secondary.
	When Cindy and Libby had become more adjusted and accepting, the boys afore mentioned who enjoyed stuffing Julie, enjoyed stuffing the new girls.  Cindy enjoyed getting dicked by Ted and Forrest, but actually desired to hold out for her true love, Jimmy.

	Jimmy slowly healed, he was dizzy for a few days after being able to walk about on his own without help.  Being a genius he understood well enough the concept of Parallel Universes.  Libby was a slut and took as many cocks as that could stuff her.  She enjoyed being spanked, HARD.  She enjoyed having her cunny pounded on fiercely and very muchly enjoyed golden and milky showers.
	With the ultra kinky girl, Julie, Libby and Cindy found common interests—spanking one another, peeing on one another, and sex with one another.
	Jimmy wasn’t so much into sex with the guys and even less watching sexual relations between the guys.  He did, though, enjoy watching sex between girls.
	And going nude.  He was a nudist at heart and being able to go about butt willy naked 24/7 was very cool.  His glory, too, shined as all about him were others going about butt willy nilly naked.  Mostly he was interested in the GIRLS who went that way, but Forrest did see a slight interest in the GUYS.
	Peeking into the young genius’ mind Forrest found there was a curiosity about sex with another guy.  He himself had not done so but had secretly watched buddies Carl and Sheen slurp one another as well as Carl ramrodding Sheen’s glory hole.
	But Jimmy had reservations and was somewhat uncertain if he could commit to such an immoral deed.  He basically did not wish to admit that he was “funny.”  Forrest embedded into the young boy’s mind that he would NOT be regarded as “funny”.  With the Boy Genius by his side they watched as Ted and Joe with Greg and Joshua “frolicked:”
	Joe Sandyeyes lay on his side in the large living room of the house he and Brandy shared.  Austin pumped into the Mexican-American Indian’s mouth while Ted pounded the teen’s asshole.  Greg slurped on Joe’s hard cock while Joe “worked” him.
	The four boys frolicked on and on, switching places, spanking each other, doggie-styling, and grinding on one another until they were well spent.  Forrest took Jimmy who was about 100 percent back to his old self to the underground swimming pool.  Austin came along, too.
	Prior to entry at the pool they rinsed the desert soot off of their tanning bodies.  It was here that Jimmy watched up close and very personal as Forrest the Town “Mayor” stuffed Austin’s asshole.  Austin did seem to enjoy it.  And Jimmy found himself with a raging boner, too!

	Forrest held off cumming, he humped his fill than pulled out and humped on Austin’s cheeks.  He also “reached” around to fondle Austin’s cock.  Standing Austin up, Jimmy was coaxed-coerced into coming before the protruding protrusion of Forrest’s “son.”  He was still apprehensive, but with Forrest’s unique Minding abilities, Jimmy Newtron partook of Austin’s schlong and sucked it.
	Not half an hour later the nude genius lay on his back on a bench seat; Austin straddling his face, his kinda hairy testicles in the boy’s mouth while Forrest’s fuck stick in his ass.
	When Forrest unloaded loads of hot juicy fuck juice, Austin went down and firstly sucked his “dad’s” cock then licked Jimmy’s rim.  Jimmy latched onto Austin’s nads and clung tenaciously to the boy’s very tanned ass.
	When said and done, the three took a refreshing dip in the pool.
	They were joined by the others of the clan soon thereafter.

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