2 comments/ 17103 views/ 8 favorites The Lindy Series Ep. 03: Lindy's Secrets By: PTWaters1 *READER ADVISORY* - This story contains copious amounts of pee fetish content as well as many references to large clitorises, hermaphroditism, and large penises. Stop reading here if this does not appeal to you. *** Episode 3 - Lindy's Secrets Chapter 1: Lindy's Morning It was Saturday morning, or "Caturday" as Lindy liked to call it since she had a profound love for all things feline. Helen joked around with her to times, saying that she really just liked anything to do with "pussy". Lindy got the joke but it was Helen's way of trying to find out if their mildly incestuous mutual masturbation sessions had in some way influenced Lindy's budding sexual orientation. She pushed the thought out of her head for the moment as she needed to get breakfast on the table and Lindy out of bed. "Lindy!" she called, "Breakfast is ready, Sweetheart. And I need to talk to you about a few things." Lindy awoke hearing Helen's voice. She stretched, rubbed her eyes, and looked at the light playing through the curtains through the window next to her bed. Then she looked at the large, widescreen TV on the opposite wall and looked forward to leveling her new character in her latest gaming obsession. Then her thoughts drifted to Clara, her new best friend and next door neighbor, which reminded her of the erotic weekend she'd had with Clara a week ago. She cupped her hand on her muff, smiled, and rolled out of bed. "Be down in a minute, Mom!" Lindy called back while trying to stifle a yawn. Lindy peeked out her window hoping to catch a glimpse of Clara, but alas, Clara was absent from her backyard pool area. Lindy giggled to herself knowing that, had Clara been out there, she'd have seen Lindy watching and surely given her a show. Such shows usually ended up with Lindy either soaking the window and floor next to her bed, or wetting the cement below if she remembered to open the window first. Lindy didn't want to keep her Mom waiting, so she quickly peed in the upstairs bathroom, threw on a lightweight, sky blue bathrobe, and went down to the kitchen. There, she hugged her Mom tightly as she'd done every morning for years then sat down at the table. Helen, in her rather plush, flamingo pink, bathrobe, put a steaming plate of pancakes and eggs down in front of Lindy, and sat down at the opposite side of the round table. "Good morning, Honey! How's your breakfast?" Helen inquired with a smile. Lindy grinned, "Well, I've yet to taste it, but it smells good! Are you worried I won't like it, or do you have something else on your mind?" Lindy had gotten very good at reading Helen. So much so, that even an out of place question would pique Lindy's curiosity. Looking at Helen's face, Lindy could tell there was something on her mind, and whatever it was causing her to look rather worried. "Lindy," Helen paused, looking down, then back at Lindy with concern. "How much do you like Clara?" Lindy's face took on a quizzical expression, "She's a very good friend and we have a lot of fun together. Why do you ask?" "Well, I ask because I was thinking of you lately and wondered if you'd like to meet any of the boys from my office." "I don't really like the idea of blind dates, Mom, but what does that have to do with Clara?" Lindy asked confused. "Well...I didn't know if..." Helen stammered trying to get out the statement, "if Clara was your girlfriend." Lindy giggled, "Well, she's a girl, and we're friends... so I guess you could say she's my girl-friend." "Sweetie, "Helen's tone became more serious, "what I want to find out is, are you attracted to boys or girls?" Lindy lost her grin and stared at Helen for a long moment. This gave Helen some pause and made her briefly feel guilty. Helen loved men, but her love for Lindy had in some ways pushed the envelope of what most people would consider appropriate. When Lindy's parents were killed in the line of duty, Helen became her guardian and raised her as she would her own flesh and blood. Helen did everything she could to make sure Lindy grew up in a loving and stable environment. Her own lusty physical desires had led her into a somewhat awkward relationship with Lindy under the imagined auspices of teaching and nurturing her. It was necessary to make sure Lindy was comfortable with her sexuality. It was necessary that Lindy not be afraid to express it in an appropriate manner. It was necessary that Lindy know what love is, and that it wasn't related to sex or biology. Helen felt she had accomplished all that, but was still somewhat guilty about how things with Lindy had played out over the last two years or so. While the beautiful stone bathroom Helen had constructed was a wonderful, safe, and easily maintained setting for both Helen's and Lindy's independently elicited "pee-gasms", as Lindy liked to call them, their rendezvous in the shower tended to give Helen mixed emotions. She loved sharing her orgasmic sessions with Lindy, but feared it might be pushing Lindy toward believing that she could only be loved and pleasured with other women. If Lindy was attracted to other women, Helen was fine with that, but she wanted Lindy to come to that decision on her own; not as a result of any outside influence. She was concerned that Lindy's autism could somehow affect her perception and resulting feelings about their lusty interludes. Lindy finally grinned and spoke, "Yes, Mom, I think some men are very attractive, and not just because of their 'boy parts'. I love you and I know that to people who don't know us, what we sometimes do in the shower might seem inappropriate, but I have only told Clara." Helen's eyes widened and she flushed, "Lindy! No one was supposed to know about that!" Lindy blushed, "Mom, Clara doesn't judge either of us for it. Actually, Clara has her own secrets she doesn't share with just anyone." Lindy's voice trailed off and she lowered her head as she realized she'd just opened the door for Helen to know everything about her 'rear window' voyeurism of Clara. This somewhat frustrated Lindy, but it also took the weight of secrecy off her shoulders. Helen moved to sit next to Lindy. She took Lindy's hand and lifted her face, "Honey, whatever you tell me about Clara will stay with me. Whatever you've done with Clara has obviously not caused any harm, so please don't feel bad about telling me about Clara, ok?" Lindy got up and paced near the table for a minute, trying to decide how to tell Helen about the last three months of erotic voyeurism, last weekend's orgasmic exploits, and most importantly, Clara's unique physiology. She stopped pacing and decided to start with the latter. Lindy squared her shoulders, clasped her hands behind her back, looked Helen directly in the eye, and announced matter-of-factly that Clara had a penis. The look on Helen's face was priceless. She was very glad to hear Lindy liked masculine genitalia, but was caught off-guard finding out that the penis Lindy liked was attached to a woman. Helen opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Lindy decided to continue in hopes she was just at a loss for words. "I found about four month ago when I saw her sunbathing in her backyard. The man who cleans her pool is very handsome and she obviously got excited watching him. Then, I saw a bulge in her bikini bottoms, and when she pulled her bottoms aside, out came a nice looking penis." "Did she know you were watching?" Helen inquired, still somewhat unsettled. "Well, no...not at first. But what she was doing with it was very arousing and well, you know what that does to me." Lindy said, slightly bowing her head. "I couldn't help touching myself, and well...I faded out and kinda came all over the window. It made enough noise to make Clara look up and see what I was doing." she said, starting to blush. Helen and Lindy had talked on numerous occasions on the topic of sex and sexuality and Lindy knew the mechanics of how both the male and female bodies functioned. Helen was also aware that Lindy watched porn and knew about the broad diversity of sexual activity and physical variations that existed. Helen knew that, like herself, Lindy enjoyed watersports since it was an integrated, if somewhat involuntary, aspect of their own orgasms. What Helen didn't know is that Lindy also had a futanari fetish, specifically involving pee. "So you saw Clara ejaculate, you got horny, and came on the window?" Helen said, stifling a grin. "Well, yes and no," Lindy paused, "she peed while she was touching herself. That's when I got horny, diddled, and came all over the window. She heard that, saw me, and then she started cumming." The questioning look on Helen's face told Lindy she needed to know more. Lindy decided to tell her everything. Lindy sighed and continued, "Apparently I'm really turned on by a woman with a penis. I had no idea until I ran across some animated movies with female characters called 'futanari' who masturbated or had sex and came like boys. I mean, I've seen guys pee, but it wasn't until I saw a watersports video with a futanari peeing that I discovered the combination of a female body with a male penis made me really horny. So when I saw Clara peeing from her amazing erection, I just couldn't resist getting off while I was watching." At this point, Helen found herself staring at Lindy and feeling slightly aroused. Helen's own watersport fetish definitely included getting off on watching men pee and then cum. Specifically, men with erections who could make pee fountains that sprayed high into the air. She liked seeing women pee, but she preferred the sight of a penis fountain. Helen continued, "So when I was gone last weekend, you and Clara..." "...did a lot of cleaning in my room," Lindy said sheepishly. Helen was now mildly aroused and somewhat curious about Lindy's new fascination with hermaphrodites. "Well, I am glad we got that out in the open. Would you be ok with showing me some of these movies you were talking about?" Lindy nodded cheerfully and ran upstairs to her room. There she retrieved a flash drive that had been loaded with her collection of favorite futanari anime, all the she-male pee material she had found, and a few hermaphrodite videos Clara showed her last weekend. Lindy bounded back downstairs, turned on Helen's 80" 'Smart TV', found one of the USB ports on the back, and plugged in the flash drive. They both sat down on the plush 'L' shaped sofa and started sampling the movies. Chapter 2: Clara's Morning Clara stirred as her need to pee invaded her dreams. Clara also had a watersports fetish, so dreaming about Lindy cumming and peeing was extremely arousing. In her dream, Clara was lying on her bed and Lindy was kneeling, straddling her neck. Out from between the lips of Lindy's peachy mound, flared the fantastic clitoral erection that made Clara wild with lust. Clara was gently licking Lindy's throbbing, purplish womanhood, hoping it would soon make Lindy cum, causing her to soak Clara with her wet release. Clara slept nude and had kicked off her covers, so back in the real world, Clara's circumcised and very feminine looking penis was being gently bathed in the warm sunlight from her window. Her currently flaccid member, in response to both the dream and the urgent need to pee, was quickly swelling. Steadily, her penis increased in length, expanding first down along her thigh, then slowly rising and throbbing in time to her heartbeat. Soon, Clara was at full mast and her throbbing 15" erection was being held vertical by her tightly closed legs which also served to stimulate her sensitive muff. Back in her dream, Clara continued to suck on Lindy's enormous clit. She slowly slid the entire 2" length of Lindy's beastly womanhood in and out of her mouth, running her tongue along the underside with each stroke. Her own erection was straining and she could feel the pressure of her bladder building at its base. Not wanting to soak Lindy, Clara rolled her hips, thus pointing her penis off the bed. Back in reality, Clara's body performed a similar maneuver...which was the only thing that saved her bed from being completely soaked in her morning pee. In Clara's dream, things were hitting the point of no return. Lindy's clit started twitching in Clara's mouth which, in reality, broke the dam of Clara's aching bladder. Clara's skyward and now slightly askew erection, twitched, and released a sensual golden spray. The sprinkling stream gently showered the nearby wall and each drop made a soft pattering sound before running down and silently pooling collectively onto the carpet below. Dream-wise, Clara was luxuriating in the warmth of Lindy's pee covering her neck and shoulders. The feeling of Lindy's huge clit twitching in her mouth gave her a lusty thrill which traveled down her spine and directly into her micturating member. The flow that travelled down the length of Clara's hardness created a delightful sensation and one that Clara enjoyed even without ejaculation. Clara loved the feeling of peeing and she was enjoying this one to the fullest. A full minute went by before Clara's bladder was empty enough to stem the flow to a small, steady dribble, which hit her thigh, then pooled on the mattress against her leg. It was this feeling of wetness which brought reality into focus and snapped Clara out of her erotic slumber. With a gasp, Clara looked down and realized she'd wet the bed again. A few moments later, as she rose to leave the bed, she gasped again upon seeing the pee splattered wall, and a soaked carpet. Clara was faced with a mess to clean up, but was extremely horny and desperately wanted to cum. "Oh fuck it," she said as she swung her legs off the edge of the bed, spread them wide, and started pumping her still rigid member with the right hand, and teasing her pussy lips with the left. Fantasies of Lindy peeing on her breasts and rubbing her enormous clit on her hard nipples were more than enough to bring Clara to orgasm. Lowering her gaze to focus on her impressive length, Clara groaned softly and watched as the flexing rod in her grasp produced half a dozen long, slick jet of clear girly cum, which flew from her swollen glans onto the recently soaked wall about three feet away. After her orgasm subsided, Clara fell back on the bed and breathed deeply. No one had ever before driven her to such levels of lust especially in a dream. Lindy and Clara had only been friends for a little over three months, but Lindy made her feel cared for and desired. Lately, Clara found that she could not stop thinking about her. It wasn't just her physical endowments; it was the innocence and trust that touched Clara deep down. As these emotions washed over her in the midst of her afterglow, her eyes filled with water and she fell back onto the bed. Clara laid there, tears slowly streaming across her face, wondering if she was falling for Lindy. Several minutes passed, and the scents being produced from her impromptu morning release, were bringing Clara back to the harsh realities. Not only was she hungry, but she had a mess to clean before breakfast. Putting on a pot of coffee, Clara become a woman on a mission and went about her tasks efficiently and with great haste. Chapter 3: Clara's Accidental Voyeurism Clara had finally finished cleaning the mess in her bedroom, then ate a light breakfast. It was a sunny day, so she decided it was about time to continue working on her tan. Clara donned her favorite black monokini and went outside to relax and sunbathe on one of the poolside lounge chairs. Clara's backyard was hidden from the street, but the houses were close together allowing each occupant to easily see into the backyards of their next door neighbors. Thankfully, the house to the right of Clara's had a rather tall wooden fence with slats that barely had any room between them, so there was a good deal of privacy on that side. The fence on Lindy's side, however, was of the typical chain link variety so she could easily see Lindy's window and into the back door of Helen's house, which was basically a large pane of glass. Glancing toward Lindy's house, Clara was able to see both Lindy and Helen reclined on the well-padded sofa. The sofa was an 'L' shape and Lindy was seated directly facing the back door, while Helen faced the TV. She immediately noticed that Lindy was in a robe, and that the robe was falling open. Clara was instantly curious and quickly walked past Lindy and Helen's line of sight so as not to draw any attention. She then stopped, walked to the fence and squatted down. Peering over, Clara could see in the back door and saw what was playing on the TV. She smiled as she recognized the futanari anime playing on the big screen and figured both Lindy and Helen were horny, or at least getting there. Inside, Lindy had let her legs fall open causing her bathrobe to fall open. Lindy hadn't yet put on any panties, so Clara could easily see her shaved muff and her growing erection as it pushed past the outer lips. She could partially see that Helen's legs were also open, but couldn't determine anything beyond that. In spite of her adventure earlier that morning, the view Clara had of Lindy and Helen was having a substantial effect on her own libido. Her penis had quickly swollen to produce a very noticeable bulge within the stretchy fabric of the swimsuit making it somewhat uncomfortable. For some relief, she adjusted her swelling member to point upward in the monokini. There, her erection quickly grew taller and taller until it had reached its full 15" and the head of her lengthy shaft was peeking out of the swimsuit where it met the plunge of the neckline. As the videos played on the TV inside, Clara began lightly stroking her stiff member through the thin material, while Lindy had started petting her own swollen shaft. Though Clara couldn't see it, she guessed Helen was probably diddling her own clit while taking in the erotic scenes. All three women were steadily working themselves into a lusty haze. Clara had started panting as Lindy stopped petting and was now steadily jilling her massive clit. Helen's left arm had dropped into her lap and Clara assumed she was busy massaging her own aroused womanhood. The image on the TV was now a scene from a CGI futanari video in which a stunning, brunette futanari stood at the end of a bed, while fucking an adorable blonde laid out before her. Several minutes went by as the camera circled around the copulating couple. The camera position switched as the brunette moaned loudly and leaned back, pulling her monstrous shaft free from the confines of the blonde's tight pussy. The camera then focused on the brunette as she pumped her huge shaft and began spewing thick ropes of cum into the air, and then all over the hair, face, breasts and stomach of the clearly orgasmic blonde before her. As the brunette released her huge load in the video, the pee that had been collecting in Clara's bladder boiled up her stiff shaft and burst forth, creating a bubbling fountain at the tip of her penis. The flow soaked the front of her swimsuit before it gradually increased in pressure, sending the stream father out. Lindy had given into her lust and was well into her sexual trance, rapidly jilling her now darkened and incredibly stiff clitoris. Helen was breathing heavily at this point and had leaned forward slightly to pump two fingers in and out of her very horny pussy. The pressure of Clara's stream intensified and a steady geyser was now erupting from her swimsuit and sending out a stream of pee that painting Helen's back step. The pressure of her micturition continued to increase as she watched Lindy's pussy begin producing spurts of pee, heralding her approaching orgasm. It was Helen, however, that was the first to cum. The Lindy Series Ep. 04: Lindy's Wet Evening *READER ADVISORY* - This story contains copious amounts of pee fetish content as well as many references to large clitorises, hermaphroditism, and large penises. Stop reading here if this does not appeal to you. *** Episode 4 - Lindy's Wet Evening Chapter 1: Clara Prepares For Dinner Evening had descended upon the quiet cul-de-sac in which Helen's and Clara's homes were nestled. Both homes sat next to each other at the very top of the circle, behind which a sharp hill rose. The setting sun bathed the entire group of homes in a warm, orange glow which Clara gazed upon as she readied herself to dine with Helen and Lindy next door. Early that morning, Lindy decided to shed a few recent secrets she'd been harboring from Helen. She hated keeping secrets from her Mom and she had several that had been weighing on her mind since Clara moved in next door. Most of these secrets were regarding Clara and everything that led up to their wet encounter the previous weekend while Helen was away on a business trip. The first was the revelation about Clara's extraordinary penis. The second was about Lindy's newfound fetish for hermaphrodites, which was intimately related to the aforementioned secrets. The results of that conversation between Lindy and Helen led to Lindy showing Helen some futanari videos, which led to a mutual masturbation session that Clara happened to witness. The end result was a voyeuristic climax in which Clara threw discretion to the wind and lewdly peed and came all over Helen's back door and step. When Helen came out to address her, Clara got something she didn't expect; an invitation to dinner that evening. Clara was mulling over the possible conversations as she pulled on her black, evening dress and slid up her silky microfiber panties. Clara wanted to put her best foot forward...now that she'd done just about everything else. She giggled as she tucked her 8" flaccid member away and pulled on her thin, smoky black nylon stockings which were elegant, yet conservative. Clara looked herself over in the mirror. Her raven locks were arranged in a high pony tail, and her deep brick red eye shadow complimented the bright blue of her eyes. Her lips were painted with a simple gloss which made her full lips sparkle in the evening light. Her dress was not flashy, but it did reveal her ample 36DD cleavage which, while not being narcissistic, always drew her attention. Realizing there was nothing left to do and there was still time before she had to leave, Clara decided she'd best pee before heading out. In the bathroom, Clara slid the mid-thigh skirt up to her waist, and peeled down her stockings and panties. Although she didn't have to sit down to pee as most women did, she had been brought up in a traditional household and doing this just became part of her routine. As her penis dangled down between her legs, she relaxed her bladder muscles and sighed joyfully, feeling the warm urine race through her shaft and out into the water below. That very sensation is what eventually led Clara to explore her own sexuality in her youth. She realized early, that her female parts were sensitive, but the best sensations came from her penis. Having an erection felt good and touching it sent waves of pleasure through her whole body. It wasn't until she had to pee while she was masturbating that she discovered a unique condition and her watersports fetish. It was on a warm summer evening, when Clara was in her early twenties. Clara was reading a particularly racy romance novel and began to feel the sensual swelling of her extraordinary feminine phallus. She was reclining on the couch in her apartment enjoying the story, and slowly unzipped her jeans to relieve the tightness being caused by her expanding womanhood. Her 10" semi rigid member easily slid out from her open zipper and Clara relished the feeling of it rapidly growing longer and longer in her light grasp. It wasn't long before Clara was gently stroking the 15" shaft of her fully erect member while engrossed in a highly erotic section of the story. Clara felt the urge to pee, but she assumed that, like most men, it would not be an issue since she was erect and couldn't get a stream going if she wanted to. As she continued to revel in the erotic sensations, she felt something different at the base of the skyward erection she was keeping stimulated. In a sudden panic, Clara gasped and held her shaft as she felt something give way. Her knees snapped shut as an uncontrollable current of pee made its way up the length of her hardness and gently bubbled out from the tip. The sensation was electric as the warm urine and the gentle pressure of the flow in her erection created a feeling unlike anything she'd ever known before. Previously, masturbation for Clara proceeded much as any man's would. But now, Clara had a small river of pee running through her urethra, and it was wetting her hands as it flowed down her shaft and pooled in her lap before making a waterfall onto the floor. Clara was both stunned and consumed with lust. She dropped the book, and reclined further into the couch, aiming the still gushing penis that rose up from her unzipped jeans away from the couch. Clara knew she had a very large bladder, so when she felt the need to pee, she knew there was a good deal of urine being held captive. Recovering from the initial shock, Clara was fixated on flow, knowing it wasn't going to be stopping anytime soon. Slowly, Clara resumed stroking the enormous shaft which was now being continually lubricated by the steady flow of urine. As her lust grew, so did the volume of the fountain. Within moments, the involuntary release was arcing several inches into the air, and pattering down onto the carpet at her feet. Clara was moaning, now awash in wanton arousal and was feeling the telltale tension that preceded a powerful ejaculation. Her pants and the floor were soaked and Clara didn't care. She was about to cum and had no idea what she would see. As her orgasm began, the gently flowing fountain of pee quickly shut down and the massive erection began pulsing hard in her hand. Clara looked on in pure bliss as the swollen glans atop her shaft released eight long strands of what Clara called her "girly cum". Each strand of the slick, translucent ejaculate flew high into the air and landed with a light splat, coating her face, shirt, pants, couch and floor. Clara was cumming for nearly 10 seconds before her flexing penis relaxed and everything stopped. Clara sat there for long moments taking in what had just happened. She still had the urge to pee, but now had full control of her bladder again. Regardless, the feeling was too intense, and she released the flow once more. The post orgasmic fountain that raced through her still erect member was both erotic and soothing. The arc of nearly clear urine only leapt about an inch up and out, pattering on the already soaked material of her pants and soaking her shirt as well. It was then and there Clara realized she was highly aroused by peeing and had discovered her passion for watersports. As the years went by, Clara found peeing in naughty places, especially in places where she could possibly be seen, turned her on far more than any romance novel. Research into her dirty desire gave her fetish a name, and a tremendous library of pee porn. Hours of watersports videos led Clara to only masturbate when she needed to pee, to assure her erotic fountain would never be less than spectacular. Chapter 2: Clara Arrives For Dinner The time had come, and Clara arrived next door, at the home of Lindy and Helen. Clara knocked and was soon greeted by Helen who showed her to the living room. Lindy was there, her red hair held back with a beautiful iridescent hair clip, setting crystal goblets of wine on the coffee table. Clara greeted Lindy with a gentle embrace and was sitting down as Helen entered the room. "It's lovely to have you here Clara, we've been looking forward to this all day, "Helen said with a smile that brightened the whole room. "You have no idea how happy I am to have things out in the open and still be welcome here." Clara replied thankfully. The three ladies sat and sipped their wine as the meal finished cooking. A while later, they jointly loaded the table with the tasty feast Helen had prepared, and sat down to dinner. While dining, each woman shared humorous stories about their lives and they all laughed until their sides hurt. Almost two hours later, the meal came to a close, the table was cleared, and Helen brewed a fresh pot of coffee. The women returned to the table with a hot cup of lightly mint flavored coffee and a generous slab of angel food cake topped with strawberries and thick whipped cream. By this point, two bottles of wine had been consumed between the three of them and the conversation had already turned to less general topics. Lindy was now openly talking about when she started surfing for porn and discovering her fetishes. Helen had graphically described her first wet masturbation session in her youth and some of the mutual sessions she'd had with Lindy. Clara was riveted by the stories of the other two women and just silently took in the mental images while feeling her temperature rise. All three women were now very comfortable talking to each other about all things sexual, and had become rather turned on from the wine and the stimulating dialog. Eventually, the conversation turned to the undeniably lusty events that had transpired earlier that day. "So Clara, "Helen began, looking into her coffee cup and smiling, "tell me about this afternoon." Clara grinned and knew Helen was not asking for a recap of the events, but rather about Clara's wet masturbatory self-expression. Lindy giggled at the question and was looking forward to hearing the answers. Clara enthusiastically relayed her history of sexual exploration in her youth, and her later discoveries with regards to watersports. Helen tried to appear calm, but was already heavily aroused by Clara's tales. Lindy had a grin plastered on her face and was squeezing her thighs together as she rested her head in her hands while listening to Clara. "So you see, "Clara finished, "it just became part of how I enjoy sex. This isn't to say that I can't enjoy sex any other way, I've just lived alone all my life and never met anyone like you and Lindy who accept me for who, and what, I am." Helen straightened in her chair, "So you mean you've never...had any kind of intercourse?" A grin played on Clara lips, "With another person, no, but I have a man's sex toy so I know generally how it feels. Because of my fetish, I sometimes forget that if I completely empty my bladder before getting aroused, I can um...make things less wet!" "So do you enjoy peeing for the sake of peeing?" Lindy spoke up with genuine curiosity. "Oh yes!" Clara replied, "There are times that I feel the need to pee and am just too lazy to get up. Having a stone floor and a leather couch, it's easy to just say 'screw it', whip it out, and let go all over the floor." The mental image of Clara lounging in her living room and nonchalantly peeing on the floor gave both Helen and Lindy a jolt that landed directly in their now mostly full bladders. "Lindy and I have never done that before; we typically only get things wet when we cum. We both can limit that by emptying out before cumming, but we don't often think about that when we get aroused. Once I get horny, I don't care and Lindy can get horny just by needing to pee, so she holds it on purpose!" "Do you find the act of peeing arousing?" Clara said with enthusiasm. Helen mused, "You know, I'm not sure. It's only ever felt really great while I'm cumming, but now that I think about it, peeing in naughty places could be very horny..." Helen mused, covertly bunching the hem of her knee length skirt up to her waist and slipping a hand down to touch her increasingly warm pussy. Lindy had worn a silk blouse and mini skirt to dinner, so while Helen was busy lifting her skirt, Lindy was slowly spreading her legs beneath the table, bunching up the tiny skirt and revealing the black satin panties she'd put on for the evening. The gusset of which was already bulging, indicating Lindy's state of arousal and fascination for the conversation. Lindy sheepishly looked up at Clara, "It's kinda the same for me, but like Mom said, holding it gets me really horny sometimes, so I've never tried anything else." Clara's aching member was already semi hard in her panties and she desperately wanted to set it free. Embolden by the wine and the full bladder she was sporting, Clara passed the point of no return. "Well, I think you two should find out." Clara said grinning from ear to ear. Helen and Lindy first looked at each other, then back at Clara. Helen had a stone floor in the kitchen where the table resided and it was a standard four legged, circular table. Helen rationalized that it would be easy to clean. "Ok, "Helen started, "how does this work?" Urgently wanting to free her growing erection and share her lusty love for peeing, Clara sunk down in her chair so her butt was on the edge. She reached below the table, lifted the short hem of her dress, reached into her nylons, and pushed her penis out of the right leg hole of her panties. She then positioned the shaft along her right thigh under the pantyhose where it was easily now 12" long and still growing. Clara's eyelids slightly closed as she relaxed in the chair and spoke, "Focus on how horny your pussy feels and how puffy it is. Relax your muscles and let only the pressure of your bladder start the flow. Feel the warmth as the pee fills your urethra and flows out. Feel the pressure of the stream build and listen to the sound of the pee as comes out and hits the floor." Helen, who wasn't wearing pantyhose, slid down in her chair while listening to Clara. She pulled her deep purple silk panties to one side, exposing her stiff clitoris and puffy lips. The tip of her clit had escaped the clitoral hood and was throbbing as Helen touched herself. "Do you rub anything while peeing?" Helen asked breathing heavily. "Sometimes, "Clara said panting, "I run my fingertips over the head, across the pee slit, and down the shaft. But when I'm this horny, I just..." Clara paused as she felt her flow start and luxuriated in the warmth as it travelled down the length of her almost fully erect shaft. "...let go." Clara exhaled as a thick stream of pale urine leapt from the tip of her semi-hard organ, spraying through her nylons, soaking her leg, and sprinkling the floor. Lindy heard Clara's pee make a light hissing sound as it sprayed out of the nylons and wet the floor. Lindy's clit was already fully erect and throbbing by this point and she didn't want to miss anything by getting lost too soon in her impending sexual trance. Pulling her gusset to one side, Lindy's mighty clit reared out and she relaxed her bladder, setting the contents free and allowing the flow to escape past her already parted pussy lips. Lindy's stream was thin, but strong. It shot straight out from her pussy and flew beneath the table to land some six feet away with a light splashing sound. Lindy's head had fallen forward as she focused on the sexy thrill of peeing in such a naughty place while she listened to Clara pee under the table next to her. Helen saw Lindy's stream shoot from under the table and was feeling the sprinkle of Clara's stream on her feet as it covered most of the floor beneath the table. By that point, Helen was horny and committed. Wicked lust filled her senses as she pulled her pussy lips wide apart with her first and third fingers, and relaxed. The flow from Helen's bladder was slow at first, causing her pee to bubble gently from her urethra, down her pussy lips, and onto the floor below. Clara's legs were spread beneath the table, and Helen's rapidly increasing stream trailed outward from her darkened lips to eventually land on Clara's left calf, soaking the nylons there and filling Clara's shoe. Clara's breathing was labored as her stream continued, but she was still capable of speaking, "Oh fuck, this is heavenly." "God yes," Helen moaned, closing her eyes and losing herself in the erotic sensations, "this could make me cum." Lindy, who had not entered her usual sexual trance, was letting her fingers play in her pee stream and rubbing the wetness on her clit which was threatening to cum. For nearly a minute, the three women continued to pee beneath the table. Clara's stream was starting to wane and she began to slowly rub the full length of her erection through her nylons, also feeling the powerful urge to cum. Helen's stream was also slowing as she used her second finger to stroke just below her engorged clitoral hard-on. Lindy had stopped playing in her pee stream and was now steadily stroking her massive lady boner. "I wanna cum," Lindy whispered, her head still down, as she continued to stroke the full length of her 2" erection. "Me too," was all Helen could get out as her stream ended and she began actively massaging her throbbing clit. Upon hearing Lindy's desire to cum, Clara quickly removed her gently dribbling erection from her nylons and pointed the throbbing member horizontally under the table. There, she began stroking just a small section of the shaft in hopes to hold off her own rapidly approaching orgasm. However, the tension that signaled her release was too strong and Clara started to cum. "Oh god, I can't stop it...I'm gonna cum!" Clara moaned as a pleading expression fell upon her face. Helen's eyes popped open and she spread her legs as wide as she could, and stroking her clit with determination. "Need to...see you...cum," Helen groaned urgently to Clara. With that, Clara brought her massive erection up to rest against the edge of the table just as the last dribbles of pee leapt from her orgasmic member. Clara urgently stroked the lower half of the massive rod, feeling the girl cum start to rise. Lindy was no longer peeing, but was quickly stroking her own erection. Hearing Clara say she was going to cum, she raised her head and was able to witness Clara lift her erection and set it against the table. To Lindy's amazement, Clara's member was towering about 7" above the surface of the table. Helen and Lindy were in complete rapture as they both knew they'd cum soon. Clara could feel the penetrating gaze of Lindy and Helen as they approached their own orgasms, which hastened the rush of girl cum up through Clara's flexing shaft. "I'm cumming!" Clara squeaked as her eyes squeezed shut. Seconds later, jet after jet of girl cum leapt vigorously from the tip of Clara's skyward member. Each jet arced high into the air and landed with a light splat on the table before her. Lindy saw the first jet, and immediately started to orgasm; her clit beating wildly beneath her fingertips. Only minor drips of pee escaped from her pussy as the dam had already run dry. Helen was the last to cum, having witnessed the fully decadent sight that was Clara's spectacular ejaculation. Toward the end of Clara's orgasmic display, Helen closed her eyes and came hard. As with Lindy, there was no mid orgasmic stream from Helen's pussy, only a few minor drips. All three women laid their heads back and lost themselves in the blissful afterglow of the powerfully erotic experience for several long minutes. After which, Clara lifted her head and spoke. "I don't think I've ever enjoyed this so much. Thank you for sharing this with me; it means more than you know." Helen and Lindy weakly lifted their heads to smile at Clara. "I never expected to like this so much." Helen said softly, rising to straighten her clothes. Lindy, who'd been silent to this point, blurted out, "I'm still here!" The Lindy Series Ep. 04: Lindy's Wet Evening Helen immediately knew what she meant and was instantly surprised, "You didn't fade when you came?!" "Not even a little!" Lindy replied excitedly, "Must have something to do with not having an empty bladder when I cum!" Clara stood, gently stowing her now deflating penis back into her panties, and spoke to Lindy. "This evening has been full of wonderful surprises," Clara said, smiling lovingly at Lindy. Clara turned and looked thoughtfully at Helen, her smiling eyes getting misty, "You have no idea what it means to me to be this intimate and not be alone. I can't tell you how lonely it is to be the way I am and find any companionship, especially someone who shares my..." Clara slowly sank back into her chair and covered her face as she started quietly weeping. Clara knew she got emotional after a powerful orgasm and couldn't stem the flow of tears. Helen moved to stand next to Clara and gently took her head, resting it against her soft stomach. She stroked Clara's raven hair and whispered, "All things happen for a reason Clara. It seems we three are very good together and I don't see any reason why you need to be alone any more. You are always welcome here, Honey, day or night." With that, Clara stopped holding back and gently sobbed as Helen held her. Lindy had risen and also moved to hold Clara. For the next several minutes, Helen, Lindy, and Clara shared a euphoric afterglow... and everything was right in the world.