LINTY CUMS HOME (oh, you know!)

This is the continuation of LINTY GOES TO SUMMER CAMP. So you all know she just HAD to come home SOMETIME! There is sex and there is story. And I hope Linty likes it. I'm trying to be careful to mirror her story in her fucking AWESOME series with a few minor changes which she has graciously allowed me to make. Like I said, there is Sex but there is STORY to set up more Sex later, sillies! And you will notice that when Lamedh is speaking with Linty, it is in italics but later it is not. You will see why. Okay, here we go!

LINTY CUMS HOME

The squealing of the brakes caused Linty, again asleep, to awaken, blinking her eyes against the bright sunshine. The bus made a hard and fast left turn, causing Linty’s head to bang against the window.

“FUCK!” she groaned out, rubbing the sore spot. Pulling the ear buds out she looked out the window. The bus was close to the park where her parents would be waiting for her. She felt a bolt of adrenaline shoot through her body. Her skin got prickly, her nipples got embarrassingly hard and her cock twitched in her billowy shorts.

The bus turned again, but Linty was ready, holding herself as the large lumbering vehicle leaned and lurched until it finally stopped. The driver opened the door and everyone began to pile out. Linty waited for the rest, not wanting to fight, bump and struggle for space. Once most of the girls were off, she got up and walked out, searching the pile of luggage for her own. She found her backpack and roll around and lugged them away, looking for her parents.

“Funny,” she murmured, not seeing her mother or Sam. She fought with her brain between concern and relief, knowing she had a few more moments to before she HAD to tell her parents about her extra appendage.

Through all the noise of families reuniting, she heard her name called. Turning, she saw a short, skinny boy waving at her. Vaguely, she remembered seeing the boy somewhere. Shrugging, she walked toward him.

“What do you want?” Linty asked.

“I-I’m supposed to take you home,” the boy said. “I’m Tom Travers. I live next door to Fuchsia.”

“Ooooohh, okay. This makes sense, I guess. But where are my parents?”

“Fuchsia said she would pick you up and I got the job. Come on, let’s go.” The little prick turned and walked away, leaving Linty to carry her own stuff.

She followed the boy and soon was plopping her bags into the trunk of an old ’65 Comet. Then they were driving away. Linty’s heart soared as she recognized all the landmarks and stores she missed for the last two weeks. She was beginning to feel she was home. But Tom took a turn and soon they were out of town.

“Hey, we’re not going the right way,” Linty stated.

“I’m to take you to Fuchsia.”

“But she lives . . . .”

“To where she is now. That’s all I know.”

A little miffed, Linty sat back and folded her arms under her still tingling breasts. “