LINTY GOES TO SUMMER CAMP

Linty has kindly allowed me to use her character in a story. So this is the first part. Yes, it will be a bit slow at first, I'm trying to create a thorough plot. But with succeeding chaps you will have plenty of "GOOD STUFF"! The Linty Universe is different and complex and I do not want to distract from her own structure of future stories so am carefully crafting this to only enhance what she might come up with. We have been PMing about things and I hope I haven't destroyed any important segment of her creation. So, I am adding her 'self portrait' as the inspiration for this missive. Thanks Linty!!!

Enjoy

LINTY GOES TO SUMMER CAMP

Sam and Alex were hugging their daughter goodbye as many girls of varying sizes and colors boarded buses around them. Sam caught some of the other mothers looking disapprovingly at her. She smiled at them anyway.

“Oh honey, I want you to have a really good time now,” Alex said, hugging Linty to her impressive bosom.

“I will Mom,” Linty struggled to get out as her mouth was mashed against one of her mother’s rather large mammaries. Alex pulled back and kissed her daughter on her forehead.

Sam stepped over and hugged the young one to her softly. She whispered something into Linty’s ear, something that she couldn’t understand. Giving Sam a weird sideways glance, she shrugged her backpack onto one shoulder and waved, stepping onto the bus.

The chatter was loud and raucous as girls began to tell stories of last year. Blah blah blah! Linty tuned all this mush out and watched the cityscape morph to flatlands, to hills with trees.

“Oh my gosh, Todd is so hot,” one girl gushed to a small group. “I saw him with his shirt off. Wow.” The other girls squealed with apparent lust.

Groaning, Linty put in her earbuds and turned on her Nano. With music blaring she closed her eyes. Though she was saddened to leave home for the first time, she felt emboldened as well. It seemed to be a right of passage to adulthood. She was also saddened that it would be two whole weeks before she could again talk with Fuchsia, once her mortal enemy, now close friend.

Thinking about her friend, she almost always fell asleep around her, waking later in a stupor and with blanks to her memory. Fuchsia was kind though, explaining it away as getting comfortable around her. And Fuchsia seemed to be flushed and out of breath after she would awake.

Fuchsia always was so happy with Linty, gushing profusely how wonderful she was as a friend.

‘She was VERY grateful last night,’ thought Linty, cuddling against the cool glass of the window. Fuchsia knew about Linty’s cock. That happened at school earlier in the year. Since then, well, Linty was a frequent guest at the Fitzpatrick’s house.

But last night Linty didn’t fall asleep. Fuchsia was so horny that she begged Linty to let her suck her cock. Giggling, Linty allowed her bat to flop out an