12 comments/ 7488 views/ 5 favorites The Lindy Series Ep. 08: Lindy's in Love 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 8 - Lindy's in Love Chapter 1: Revelations Summer was always Lindy's favorite time of year. While it did get hot during the day, the nights were very comfortable. Lindy loved the cool night air and had spent many nights lying back in a lawn chair gazing up into the night sky. More than anything, Lindy loved seeing the sun set and bearing witness as the gloaming faded into night. Watching the heavens darken to allow the starlight to shine was a majestic event that never got old for her. Lindy normally did this alone as she liked the solitude and peace; it allowed her to dwell on her innermost thoughts and desires. She recalled the events of the last year. Clara moving in next door, her first voyeuristic orgasm because of Clara, her first naughty wetting experience prompted by Clara, her first camping trip with Clara, her first day spa experience thanks to Clara, and her first truly group sex experience that included Clara. It was that last event that hung like a tapestry in her mind. Watching Clara have intercourse with Helen was both magnificent and bittersweet. The memory was not erotic; it possessed a lingering shadow of sadness that Lindy could not explain. She loved Helen and Clara both, but somehow seeing them together in such an intimate act left Lindy feeling almost betrayed. It had been a week since that fateful night and Lindy had become more and more solitary in the days immediately following as she became consumed with the emotion turmoil. Thankfully, Clara had to go out of town a few days afterward, and Helen was swamped with so much editing work that she hardly left her office; Lindy had plenty of opportunity to be alone to think. Lindy had never dealt with feelings like these and it truly bothered her that she didn't have a clue as to why she felt this way. Resolved to get to the bottom of the problem, Lindy went inside to talk with Helen. Upon approaching Helen's door, Lindy squared her shoulders, straightened her clothes, and gently knocked on the door. "Mom? Can I talk with you?" Lindy spoke quietly to the door. Lindy heard nothing for several moments; then suddenly, the door handle turned, and the door gently swung open. Helen stood in the doorway; her countenance being that of a somewhat haggard woman. "What do you need, Honey?" Helen inquired in a hushed tone that gave away her level of fatigue. "Oh my God Mom, you look awful! When was the last time you slept?" Lindy asked with deep concern. "I've just had a lot on my mind and it's been difficult for me to sleep, Hon. Don't worry about me." "Does that 'lot on my mind' include last weekend by any chance?" Lindy asked quietly, avoiding Helen's gaze. Helen lifted Lindy's face and gazed into her eyes for a long moment before she answered. "Yes, Honey, it does." Helen said, her eyes glistening with the tears that threatened to fill her eyes. "That's actually what I need to talk to you about." Lindy said, taking Helen's hand and bring it to her cheek. Lindy entered Helen's room and the two women sat on the queen sized bed that was situated on the opposite wall from Helen's large desk. The room was filled with dark mahogany wood furniture which included the large desk, a huge headboard at the far end of the bed, and two dark leather sitting chairs. The table lamps dimmed the light they cast with their burgundy shades which gave the room a cozy and warm feeling. Holding Helen's hands, Lindy explained the feelings that had been lingering with her since last weekend, and did her best to not look upset or sad. But by the time Lindy had finished, tears were steadily running down Helen's face. "Oh, Mom, please don't cry; I didn't mean to upset you." Lindy said, trying desperately to console Helen. Helen hugged Lindy, and got up off the bed. "I was afraid this was going to happen, Honey, and the only thing I can say is, I'm so very sorry." Lindy's expression changed to one of confusion and Helen continued. "I know how you feel about Clara and I should have never given into my selfish desires that night. When I thought about it the next day, I realized what I'd done and the guilt has been eating me up ever since. I've been thinking about it constantly and I'm glad you wanted to talk about it," Helen said, wiping her cheeks and pacing at the end of her bed. "We both care for Clara a lot, Mom. We're all very good friends who happen to like being naughty together! I just don't understand why I hurt and you feel guilty about last weekend." Helen stopped pacing and looked deeply into Lindy's eyes, "That's because you don't know what it means to be in love. Let me tell you the story of how my late husband and I met. That might give you at least some idea of why you feel this way." Helen sat back down on the edge of the bed and took Lindy's hand. "When I first met my husband, Paul," Helen continued, "I didn't really like him much. He worked in construction and one day, as I was passing his construction site, he tripped over a steel pipe which caused him to causing him to fall into me and nearly knock me over. He was dirty and smelled awful, but he did everything he could to avoid getting me filthy while being obviously embarrassed and apologizing profusely. He told me his name was Paul, and jokingly said that this was his favorite way of introducing himself to people. During the entire exchange though, he never took his eyes off me. There was something about him though, something that made me giggle at his joke and smile all the way home." By this point, Lindy had a gentle smile on her face and was eager to hear more. "What happened then?" She asked. "Well, over the next two weeks, every time I passed that spot, he was waiting there to hand me a flower and would apologize again for the accident. It also appeared as if he'd purposefully cleaned himself up just before coming to wait for me. The flowers were always carnations, but they changed color over time. At first, he gave me purple ones. Then, he started giving me light red ones. By the end of the two weeks, he was giving me dark red ones. The last one I got was a rose. That was the day he asked me out for coffee." "Why is this the first time I'm hearing this?" Lindy asked softly. "I didn't think you would have understood the meaning of it before. Your feelings for Clara run deep and I think the story will make sense to you now," Helen replied. "Well, I am definitely interested, so please go on." Lindy said with a smile. "Paul was a romantic and it took two weeks of receiving flowers before he got the courage to give me the red rose and ask me out on a date. By that point, he'd grown on me and I actually stopped taking any other route home. I looked forward to seeing him when I passed by the construction site. Anyway, after we started dating, I realized what a kind, gentle, and caring man he was. Three weeks later he said he loved me for the first time, and I could not have been a happier woman. But you know what the funny thing about all this was?" "There is something funny in this?" Lindy asked quizzically. "I realized I'd fallen in love with him when he gave me the rose." "How did you know you were in love?" Helen's face took on a soft expression as she recalled the treasured memories. "I knew I was in love when I realized my world started revolving around him. I looked forward to walking home and seeing him with that flower in his hand. I thought about him during the day and didn't know why. I realized I was sad on the days I didn't get to see him. Something down deep drew me to him and I didn't want a day to go by without seeing his face. I wanted to be sure he felt the same, so when he said he loved me, I knew it wasn't all a big mistake on my part. I was in love with Paul and I would be with him forever." Lindy sat back for a moment and digested the story. The wheels in her mind spun as she began connecting the dots. Helen could see the illumination forming in Lindy's mind as her eyes widened. Helen held Lindy's hands as the revelation solidified and tears filled Lindy's eyes. She was finally putting it together. Her insatiable desire to spend time with Clara, the absolute trust they had built, the sense of wellbeing she had whenever they were together, and the sadness she felt when Clara had to be away for her job as a photographer. Lindy wanted nothing more in life than to make Clara happy. Then, the image of Helen and Clara's intimate act last weekend rushed back into her mind's eye, bringing with it all the pain she'd been trying to sort out. She put a hand to her breast as she began to make sense of the anger and sadness. The pain of jealousy and sense of betrayal crashed upon her like a tsunami, yet the truth of it was lifting the cloud that had kept her in the dark. It wasn't long before Lindy was sobbing; tears rolling down her reddened cheeks. Helen could not contain her own grief and also cried as she watched Lindy evolve into more mature version of herself; a woman of deep emotion...a woman in love. After several minutes, Lindy's had stopped crying and was just breathing deeply while staring at her hands. Slowly, her face lifted and she once again held Helen's gaze. Helen recognized the loss of innocence in Lindy's expression and saw wisdom reflected in her eyes. Her knitted brow had relaxed, and she spoke with a new sense of purpose and clarity that she had never demonstrated before now. "I'm...in love with Clara. And I think I have been for a while," Lindy said calmly, making it clear she had gained a new perspective on her feelings toward both Clara and Helen. Helen, with a renewed sense of guilt, again burst into tears, pulled Lindy close, and hugged her tight. Lindy returned the hug and pulled back, realizing an important question needed to be answered. "Clara...does she..." Lindy started to ask, but was cut off by Helen. "Yes, My Love," Helen said, regaining her composure, "Clara has been in love with you from almost the first day she laid eyes on you." "Why didn't you say something?" Lindy inquired, rising from the bed to stand before Helen. "Honey, you've suffered your whole life with a handicap that cripples social and emotional development to various degrees. You were blessed to not have been as severely affected as other children, but because I home schooled you, many of the opportunities to develop social skills and have normal emotional experiences were kept from you. Emotional maturity isn't something I could just give you; it is something you needed to develop on your own. I did my best to teach you, but love is the hardest concept for someone to teach. It is something you needed to discover for yourself. The way you love me is only one kind of love. There are many ways to love someone and only you can decide of you are 'in love'. Had I told you of Clara's feelings, you may not have known what to do and it could have spoiled the friendship." Lindy was still struggling to master the new emotional revelations and though she'd dried the tears from her face, more were threatening to fall from her still watery eyes. Lindy knelt before Helen, taking both of her hands, "At least I understand why you were feeling so guilty and you need to know that I don't hold it against you. We both love Clara and I can see how the heat of the moment can make things happen. Things like that have happened to Clara and I often over the last year, but I didn't realize it was love that was causing the sudden and irresistible urges to be...well, naughty. I just thought it was because we would both get suddenly horny and need to deal with it." Helen petted Lindy's cheek, and tucked the flowing copper locks of hair behind her ear making Lindy look even younger than she already did. "In your own way, Sweetheart, you and Clara were making love." "But Clara has never...we never..." Lindy stammered, not knowing how to express her thought. "Never had intercourse?" Helen finished Lindy's sentence. "Yes...exactly! I'm still a virgin and hardly a 'real' woman." Helen's face instantly took on a serious expression, "Lindy, just because you've never been penetrated with a live penis, doesn't mean you're not a real woman! You know how your own body works, you are comfortable in your own skin, you know what you want, and you know who you want to share yourself with. Those are some of the most critical points of your sexuality and personal identity. That is what truly makes you a woman, not having intercourse." Lindy rose and once again sat beside Helen on the bed. "I like sharing myself with you and Clara, but you're right; I feel something different with Clara. It is something far more potent and fulfilling." Helen smiled, "What we have done together has been very special, My Love. But to be honest, it was something that I knew wouldn't last forever and it gave you a way to learn and express your sexuality in a way that didn't make you uncomfortable. Because I'm not your birth mother, there is technically nothing wrong with it, but I am your 'Mom' and I need to be mindful of how far I go with you. For example, I should have never put you in the position I did last weekend. I knew that you and Clara had deep feelings for each other and I let lust get in the way of my better judgement. Because of that, I brought down upon you the burden of feeling cheated on, especially because it was me that asked Clara to cheat." "Please, Momma, "Lindy pleaded, "I don't blame you for what happened and had I known what my feelings were, I would have spoken up. I was just as horny that night and wanted to see Clara fill you up and make you happy. I've never seen you that satisfied before and frankly, it turned me on seeing you like that. The fact that Clara was able to make you feel that way just added to my own satisfaction when I came. And trust me, I came hard that night." Helen blushed mildly as Lindy spoke about herself in that way, but was resolved to be mature about the situation. "Well, just know that it won't happen again, "Helen said emphatically, "Clara is your special someone and as such, her special 'charms' are yours to explore and enjoy." Lindy was clearly confused and replied, "You mean we can't...play together anymore?!" Helen smiled, "That depends on you and Clara once you've had a chance to talk about your own relationship. I am the third wheel here and I'm your mother. I have no right to want anything more than your happiness. What you offer to me from this point on is based on what you and Clara are comfortable with." Helen got up and sat back in her desk chair, "Now young lady, if memory serves, Clara will be returning this evening and I believe you and she have a lot to discuss! I think this might be a good night for a sleep over, don't you?" Helen winked at Lindy and turned back to the work on her desk. The weight on Lindy's heart was lifted and she once again looked toward the future...a future with Clara. Chapter 2: Afternoon Delights Clara pulled onto the cul-de-sac, where her house was located. Next door was the home of Lindy and Helen, her two best friends. Upon pulling into her driveway, Clara caught sight of Lindy waving to her from just inside Lindy's front door. Clara automatically smiled and waved back, then parked her camper truck in her driveway. Clara always enjoyed coming back from extended photography jobs since she was never really able to get any alone time in while working, and she was generally exhausted from the day. Today, all she had to do was drive home, so she wasn't particularly tired and eager to see Lindy. As Clara got out of her truck and gathered her things, she could see Lindy walking over to her with a very healthy spring in her step. This was not typical for Lindy, which made Clara do a double take. Upon second glance, Clara noticed several unusual things. The first was that Lindy was holding a rose from Helen's garden. The second was the intense stare Lindy was giving her. The third was the smile Lindy wore. It was different and one that she'd only seen when Lindy was eager to get something she desperately wanted. That smile, combined with Lindy's burning gaze, made Clara's girl cock twitch in her jeans. "Hi Honey, I'm home!" Clara called out to Lindy who had changed course and made her way to Clara's front door. "Welcome home, Darling!" She called back to Clara while unlocking the door with her own key, "Why don't you 'come inside' and take a 'load' off on the couch! I'll be there shortly with something to drink and we can talk." The emphasis Lindy had placed on 'come inside' and 'load' both intrigued and worried Clara, based on the events of the previous weekend. Had Lindy been her usual self, Clara would have gotten horny on the spot, but Clara could sense something was different. Something had changed. "Everything okay with you, Sweets?" Clara called out as she entered the house and close the front door. "I'm right as rain, Sugarplum!" Lindy answered back in a sing-song voice and made Clara's eyebrows rise. Not only had Lindy never used so many pet names before, she was never this dramatically chipper. This made Clara more curious than aroused, but she did as Lindy suggested and put her gear down in the entryway and relaxed herself on the middle of the couch. Lindy entered the room carrying two glasses of cherry flavored Italian soda. Clara had expected wine, but Lindy didn't like alcohol, so she was not totally surprised to see the juice flavored sparkling waters. Lindy handed one to Clara and perched herself on the couch to the right of Clara. Clara took a sip and looked at Lindy who was still sporting that excited smile and intense stare. "Ok, Love, what is up with you?" Clara said, breaking the silence, "Are you expecting a present or something? Oh God, did I forget something?!" "No silly, I have something I need to get off my chest." Lindy replied, still sounding entirely too chipper. "Well, if it's your bra, I'd be happy to help you with that," Clara grinned. "Oh, that'll definitely be happening later, but I need to be serious for just a moment." "Oh?" Clara said, and took a big sip of her soda. Lindy's expression softened slightly as she announced in a soft, comforting tone, "Clara, I'm in love with you." The mouthful of soda Clara was about to swallow instantly sprayed from her lips, wetting the coffee table before her. Lindy's initial reaction of shock was soon replaced with joy as Clara put down her drink and her face lit up light like a spotlight. "Oh my God!" Clara squeaked, "Are you completely sure? How do you know? When did you know?! Oh my God, I need to kiss you...can I kiss you?!" Lindy got up, put down her drink, and in a single move, straddled Clara on the couch. Without warning, Lindy took Clara's face in her hands and kissed her hard on the lips. As Lindy had never kissed anyone romantically before, she was doing her best to replicate what she'd seen on TV; Clara responded by taking Lindy's hands and breaking the kiss, but only to make a statement. "First, I need to teach you how to French kiss, and second, you better not be fooling with me." Clara said, smiling but still curious as to what had come over Lindy. For the next hour, Lindy and Clara sat side by side and talked about the previous weekend, how that had made her feel, and the conversation she'd had with Helen. She explained how it was Helen that made her realize that not only was she in love with Clara, but that she had been in love for a while. Upon hearing this, Clara felt like her heart was going to explode with joy. Clara had been in love with Lindy from the first weekend they'd spent together but knew that Lindy needed to mature emotionally before she could handle that kind of revelation. Sexually, Lindy was a dynamo and the sexual energy between the two of them was more than electric. She hoped that Lindy felt it too, but was willing to be patient and proceed how Lindy directed. Normally, that meant masturbating together while watching horny videos on either Lindy or Clara's TV. The Lindy Series Ep. 08: Lindy's in Love "So now that you know you love me and I love you, do you want things to be different?" Clara asked. "Of course I do!" Lindy replied happily, "But, like you, I want to know how you feel about this as well." Clara smiled, "Well, right now I'm almost too happy for words! I've waited a long time to hear you tell me that you love me, and now that you have, I'm just busy being...happy!" Lindy gave Clara a naughty grin, "Too happy to show me how to kiss my girlfriend properly?" Clara briefly explained the nuances of French Kissing and Lindy eagerly practiced all the while straddling Clara on the couch. Beneath her skirt, Lindy's mound pressed upon Clara's now swelling package that was straining to get out from her jeans. Lindy could feel its firmness which aroused her and was making her substantial clitoris slowly inflate. While maintaining the kiss, Lindy lifted her skirt and unzipped Clara's jeans. The mass of Clara's swelling penis was already lifting the material of the microfiber panties she wore, so it was easy for Lindy to pull the panties aside and let Clara's growing beast escape into the space between them. The passion that had been smoldering between them ignited once Clara's penis was free; which rapidly expanded upwards, sending jolts of pleasure up Clara's spine. "Oh fuck..." Clara moaned as her already slightly inflated ten inches rapidly swelled to its full fifteen inch length, and rested in the space between Lindy's breasts. Lindy moaned into Clara's mouth as she moved her hands to stroke Clara's towering meat that she could feel throbbing against her chest. Clara hips were involuntarily rising to make as much of her cock stick out from her jeans as possible. Even without trying, Clara's glans rested on Lindy's collar bone and Lindy could feel the heat from the engorged head on her throat. Meanwhile, Clara was exploring the erection Lindy was sporting in her own panties. The black satin covering Lindy's massive clitoral erection were easily pulled aside allowing Clara's fingers to explore the incredible length of Lindy's swollen womanhood. Boldly, Clara slowly inserted a finger between Lindy's moist folds and up into her very warm canal. Lindy's pussy held Clara's finger tight and soaked it with her wetness, making it easy for Clara to slide it in and out. With the other hand, she stroked the well-defined, supersized erection. Lindy and Clara were kissing hungrily and neither wanted to stop. Lindy's clit was deep purple and harder than she could ever remember it feeling before. Clara's girl cock was throbbing to the beat of her heart which was pounding in her ears. It was the tingle in the base of Clara's cock that reminded her she had needed to pee on the way home. However, it was too late to stop what was about to happen. "Oh fuck," Clara panted, "The pee...can't stop..." Lindy, who was already dealing with her own approaching sexual trance, heard Clara's warning and gently pushed down at the base of Clara's shaft as if it were her own clit she was trying to bring to climax. This caused Clara to moan deep just before the dam opened on her bladder. "God, Baby...gonna pee..." In her haze, Lindy could feel Clara's cock swell slightly as the involuntary relaxation of Clara's bladder released a surge of pee that began working its way up her lengthy shaft. The sensation pushed Lindy over the edge and rhythmic jets of pee from her own bladder shot down her urethra and out into Clara's palm. The twitching of Lindy's clit only served to add pressure to Clara's torrent of urine already in motion. "Oh, fuck...I'm peeing..." Clara groaned in pleasure as the golden river reached the end of her shaft and began bubbling out, soaking Lindy's blouse. As the pressure of Clara's stream increased, it rose up Lindy's neckline, eventually spraying the underside of her chin; the golden rain splashing down to soak them both. The pee jets from Lindy's impending orgasm had already soaked Clara's hand, and were currently soaking her legs. As her orgasm hit, Lindy instinctively brought a hand down to press at the base of her clit as she started to cum. In spite of the sexual haze, the warm wetness of Clara's pee was driving Lindy wild. Putting her left hand on Clara's shoulder to steady herself, Lindy rose up on her knees and tilted her hips forward as the full force of her orgasm released the contents of her bladder. Clara removed her finger just as Lindy's squirts of pee burst into a forceful stream, flooding Clara's jeans and completely soaking her crotch. Clara's golden rain and Lindy's forceful micturition continued for what seemed like an eternity to both women. They both luxuriated in the warm, wet waters they were bathing in but Clara had not yet reached her peak. Lindy was already cumming and it was making Clara crazy with desire. As Lindy's pee stream slowed, she again rested on her heels. Clara's shaft was once again resting between Lindy's breasts and Lindy lowered her face into the gentle fountain. The gentle trickle of Clara's dwindling stream played upon Lindy's lips as if she was about to drink from a public water fountain. Without thinking, Lindy parted her lips and allowed Clara's now slowing stream to piddle onto her tongue. Lindy's eyes were closed as she fought for control from the sexual haze; the last of Clara's stream trickling into Lindy's mouth, then out and down Clara's shaft. The scene was something straight out of Clara's most arousing fantasies and her eyes were wide open and glued to the sight. It sent Clara over the edge and she could hardly breathe. As her cum boiled up from her loins, Clara could only whisper one thing, "...cumming..." Lindy had regained her senses enough to hear Clara's whisper and make sense of what was about to happen. Lindy had never tasted Clara's cum, or for that matter ever had Clara's cock in her mouth before. The intense feelings and desires she had for Clara, which were now crystal clear, were driving her to be more intimate and engage in unexpected acts of lust. In a single move, Lindy took Clara's glans into her mouth as the first drops of cum left the tip of Clara's straining member. Seconds later, Lindy's mouth began filling with jets of hot, silky cum that were escaping from Clara's pee slit. Lindy began swallowing the mouthfuls without thinking and each surge from Clara's cock was spaced far enough apart to allow Lindy to completely swallow before the next surge filled her mouth. Clara could only watch in orgasmic bliss as Lindy's mouth filled and emptied every other second. This cycle repeated easily ten times before Clara's well ran dry and her orgasm subsided. The only sound that could be heard now was the heavy breathing of two post orgasmic lovers. Lindy had let Clara's glans slip from her lips as she lifted her head to bask in the afterglow. Clara let her head fall back onto the couch to do likewise. In their post coital bliss, each sought out the hands of the other in order to interlace their wet fingers and be connected. Both women stayed in their respective positions for a few minutes, but it was their cold, soaked skin that finally motivated them to come back to reality. Lindy opened her eyes and saw Clara gazing lovingly up at her. Lindy matched Clara expression and got up to stand before Clara's relaxed form, which was now draped with a slowly deflating penis. "I love you Clara, but I really think we should clean up and do some more talking, "Lindy said, winking as she began to remove her wet clothing. Silently, Clara also rose from the couch, gave Lindy a peck on the lips, and stripped out of her wet clothing. For the rest of the evening, the two lovers cleaned up, ate and talked into the wee hours of the morning. Eventually, they were both too tired to do anything more than lay next to each other in Clara's bed and fall asleep. Chapter 3: The Last Vestiges of Childhood The following morning, Lindy and Clara arrived back in Helen's home to share the wonderful news of their evolved relationship. Upon entering, their sense were greeted with the amazing smells of sausage, eggs, and various spices that could only mean fully loaded Belgian waffles. Hand in hand, the two women walked into the kitchen and witnessed a buffet, the likes of which were fit for a king. "What in the world?" Lindy inquired looking squarely at Helen and smiling broadly. "Well good morning you two!" Helen responded brightly, "I figured after the night you both have had, you could use a nice, substantial breakfast. Now dig in and tell me all about it!" Clara and Lindy looked at each other and giggled, then made a beeline for the food. After filling themselves and clearing the dishes, all three women sat back down at the kitchen table and talked. Helen was more than excited that the young women had gotten together, but more thrilled that Lindy had broken past the emotional barrier that was keeping her from taking this step. Eventually, Helen brought up the subject of their future. "So Clara," Helen said, changing the subject, "you are a photographer and Lindy is still discovering herself and her potential. If things go the way I expect, you two will chose to make a life for yourselves. Have you thought about such things?" Clara was practical by nature, so she'd thought about this for some time while waiting in hope that Lindy would emotionally evolve. Her face took on a more serious expression and she addressed Helen's concerns. "Helen, I can't begin to tell you how wonderful you are, both as a friend and a mother. You've raised Lindy to be a remarkable woman and I have had the blessing to know and love you both. Over this last year, I have been both inspired and amazed by how you have returned that love to me. Lindy's emotional awakening is the icing on the cake and I feel remarkably complete knowing that Lindy indeed feels the same way for me as I feel for her. Please know that, when it comes to Lindy, there is nothing I won't do to make her happy." Clara rose from her chair to stand behind it. Resting her hands on the back of the chair, Clara continued her exposition. "As far as resources are concerned, I've been planning for this for over six months." "Oh?" Helen responded, surprised by the statement. Clara continued, "My parents ended up being quite wealthy as a result of a number of well-placed investments. Additionally, my father was in the Air Force for thirty years and has since retired with a healthy pension. My mother was a painter and sold many of her pieces to private owners for modest prices that ended up making her enough to start her own gallery. This is the very reason I chose to be a photographer. I have my mother's eye for beauty and my father's practicality. As a freelance photographer, I've sold many of my shots to newspapers and magazines, as well as hiring myself out to various companies for assorted photo shoots. Over the years, I've amassed a sizeable nest egg for myself, but then Lindy came along and I knew I needed to do more than just take care of myself." The revelations Clara made in that short monologue stunned both Lindy and Helen. Clara had been a very private person and had only really told them about her profession as a photographer and a brief tidbit about her parents. The fact that Clara had flung open the flood gates and was revealing so many things took them both by surprise. Again, Clara continued, "Lindy means the world to me, Helen, and I don't know that I ever want to be without her. I've never been in love like this before and yes, I am scared. I know Lindy is special and may require special things, so I took it upon myself to talk with my mother and open a sister gallery here in town. Lindy is very good with computer equipment so I've gone ahead and made the gallery high tech to allow for more interaction with the images. I'd like Lindy to learn these systems and eventually become my partner." Lindy's mouth hung open. Helen's eyes were as big as saucers. Neither Lindy nor Helen could believe what they were hearing. "Oh my word..." This was the only thing Helen could say as she processed the information. "Holy shit..." Lindy said in awe as she shoved another sausage link in her mouth. Clara broke out in a hearty laugh as the looks on the other women's faces finally struck her. "Okay, I know this seems like a lot, but what can I say...love drives people to do crazy things!" Helen stood and moved to Clara, embracing her in a very motherly way. With tears in her eyes, Helen took Clara's face in her hands and spoke. "You have no idea what this means to me, and more importantly, what it means for Lindy. I did the best I could to take care of a little girl with autism but now that she's a woman, I can't offer her more than my love, a place to live, and a way to see the world from the safety of her room. What you are suggesting means Lindy will have the chance to have a life and discover who she is and what she is capable of doing. You will have given her a future with purpose and meaningful interaction with the world. Clara, you are truly the finest gift Lindy could have ever been given and I can't even begin to tell you how happy that makes me!" Ask Helen spoke, tears rolled down her cheeks only to be wiped away by Clara who was also now shedding tears. Lindy, who was witnessing the exchange, was also getting misty, but was too excited about what she'd heard to be moved to tears. Instead, she felt a tingle in her loins and could tell her womanhood was swelling out of sheer emotional excitement. Lindy stood and spoke, "Okay you two, dry up the waterworks and tell me more about this computer stuff!" Helen and Clara both chuckled at Lindy's attempt to break the solemn mood and sat back down. Clara continued to explain her technical plans for the gallery and Lindy found herself getting more and more aroused at the prospect of working with the new tech. After a while, Clara could see Lindy was flushed. "You okay, Love? I hope I'm not scaring you!" Oh God no," Lindy said quickly, "but it is giving me a lady boner that just won't quit!" Clara grinned wickedly and felt herself begin to harden, "Did I ever tell you nerdy girls make me hot and give me boners?" Lindy's eyes widened and knew that Clara was getting horny which only made her erection swell that much more. Helen could sense the tension forming beneath the table and was feeling the effects of the sexual energy in her own loins. As all three women were in sun dresses, there was little to stop any of them from encouraging further arousal. Helen didn't want to interfere in anything that might happen between Lindy and Clara, so she remained quiet and slowly moved a hand beneath the hem of her dress to lightly pet her swelling labia. "Well it takes more than some horny lady with cool tech to make me bend over!" Lindy said wickedly, clearly attempting to goad Clara into offering more than just words. Clara had covertly pulled the gusset of her panties aside to allow her cock to grow whenever, and however it wanted. It was already starting to lengthen, but had not gotten very much past its usual eight inch flaccid state. "Oh, is that so?" With that, Clara stood and lifted the hem of her dress to expose her dangling girl cock. Standing at the edge of the table, Clara spread her legs until her cock was even with the height of the surface and lifted her womanhood; dropping onto the table with a light thud. "Watch this, Miss White and Nerdy, and tell me if my equipment isn't enough to make you hot." Clara said in a low, sultry tone. Clara's cock on the table and her sultry voice served to instantly harden Helen's nipples and stiffen her already sensitive clit. Lindy's erection was already pushing at the gusset of her own panties, so upon seeing Clara's cock on the table, she also lifted the hem of her dress and pulled her panties aside, exposing her massive erection and puffy labia. Lindy's and Helen's gaze upon her exposed member fed her exhibitionist streak and she leaned back slightly and thrust her hips forward. This made her cock seem even longer than before as it began to grow. "God, I love getting hard..." Clara said hoarsely as she tilted her head back and reveled in the sensations as she swelled toward full erection. Lindy and Helen were both in rapture as the flaccid member before then slowly lengthened onto the table. With each passing second, the veins pulsed and stretched out as Clara's meat expanded quietly toward the center of the table. Clara moaned as her penis reached eleven inches in length; the limit where it stopped being firm and started growing toward its fully hardened state. Both Helen and Lindy were lightly panting by this point as they were incredibly turned on watching Clara get hard. The inflating member was getting longer still, but now began to swell in girth. The circumference of Clara's rather feminine girl cock didn't change dramatically, but as the tip of her penis passed the thirteen inch mark, the shaft had bulked up another half an inch to be a total of two inches wide. Helen was completely wet by this point and had slipped two fingers inside herself as both she and Lindy had gone beyond horny watching Clara's decadent display. Lindy had stopped petting her erection and was now slowly stroking its length. On the table, Clara's meat continued to inflate towards its ultimate length of fifteen inches. As it reached fourteen inches, the glans at the tip of the shaft reached full definition and started to darken. The last inch seemed to take forever, but there was nothing any of them wanted to do except watch the amazing transformation. In only one short minute, Clara's penis had swelled before them from an eight inch wonder, to a massive fifteen inch beast which was now visibly throbbing on the table before them. Helen was lost in lust as she pumped two fingers into her aching pussy and strummed her large clit with her thumb. Lindy was well aware that she was about to lose control to her sexual trance. Not wanting to make a mess in the kitchen, she gathered her remaining willpower, rose from her chair, and headed straight for the downstairs bathroom. "I don't wanna make a mess!" Lindy announced quickly as she tiptoed to the bathroom with her hand between her legs. "That's probably a good idea..." Helen said, rising from her chair and following Lindy in a similar fashion. Following the lead of the other two, Clara lifted her throbbing member from the table with both hands and quickly moved to the bathroom. There, she saw both Lindy and Helen in the walk-in shower. They were side by side; their asses resting on the edge of the raised platform. Both of them had pulled off their dresses which were lying in a heap just outside the shower. Clara also removed her dress and tossed it onto the pile as she stepped into the shower and moved to stand directly in front of Lindy and Helen. Helen and Lindy returned to staring at Clara's massive erection as they continued masturbating themselves towards climax. Clara was immediately compelled to slowly stroke the full length of the shaft with her right hand, as she held the base with her left. "I'm gonna pee..." Clara moaned, and without warning aimed her lengthy shaft at Lindy's clit and released her bladder. A thick torrent of pee raced down Clara's shaft and flew from her pee slit to nosily splash Lindy's purple erection. Lindy gave a loud moan and increased the speed with which she was stroking her own engorged womanhood. This initiated the contractions deep in her vagina that forced equally spaced jets of pee to shoot from her urethra and patter on the stone floor. As if to offer it as another target for Clara's urinary assault, Helen took both hands, spread her labia wide open, and pulled back the hood of her own large and swollen clit. Clara could see the yearning in Helen's eyes and swung her massive micturating shaft over to douse Helen's clit with the golden stream still pouring powerfully from Clara's throbbing shaft. The Lindy Series Ep. 08: Lindy's in Love Lindy, who was already well into her sexual trance, managed to turn her head to watch Clara soak Helen's pussy with her thick urine stream. That was all it took to send Lindy completely into her trance and over the edge. With a deep guttural moan, Lindy hunched forward; jets of pee still issuing from her urethra. As her clit began to twitch violently, Lindy pressed on the base of her clit, making it stick out even farther. Clara stared at Lindy's orgasmic display as the jets of pee became a solid stream that shot down and splashed thickly on the floor near Clara's right foot. Clara was now actively stroking her shaft as Lindy started to cum. This caused Clara's urine stream to trail up and down Helen's torso, wetting everything from her breasts to her knees. This pushed Helen over the edge and she quickly resumed pumping her pussy with two fingers. Helen moaned loudly as she came, pissing all over her hand as her bladder released. Clara was insane with desire and she was still stroking her shaft even as the other two women were coming down from their respective orgasms. Basic instinct took over, and Clara moved to stand between Lindy's spread legs. Gripping her shaft just below the tip, Clara rubbed the full length of Lindy's labia and clit with her swollen glans. She continued this as Lindy regained her mental clarity. Upon realizing what Clara was doing, Lindy instinctively thrust her hips forward and pulled her labia open to reveal a very wet and aching canal. Clara looked deep into Lindy's eyes and waited for Lindy to tell her what to do. Lindy returned Clara's gaze and with nothing but love in her heart, she whispered to Clara. "Take me, My Love..." Clara was moved to tears as she entered Lindy for the first time. Lindy drew a sharp breath as her canal spread to make room for Clara's shaft. Slowly, Clara pushed deeper into Lindy; each moment sending more tears of joy streaming down Clara's face. Lindy and Clara had clasped hands to steady each other as they were still standing; Lindy took advantage of this situation to pull Clara closer with each inch Clara was able to slide into Lindy's well lubricated and deep vagina. Half of Clara's length was now inside Lindy and she could feel her glans touching her cervix. Not wanting to hurt Lindy in any way, she simple began sliding herself in and out, being careful to not exceed the limit. As Clara slowly fucked Lindy, Lindy leaned forward and gave Clara a passionate kiss. This ignited a fire in Clara's loins and fulfilled a dream Clara had treasured for months. Clara was going to cum and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Clara quickly broke the kiss and leaned back to face Lindy, "Babylove, I'm gonna cum!" With a look of pure adoration, Lindy whispered, "Fill me with your love." With tears of joy, Clara sobbed as she began to cum, unleashing a volley of silky jets deep inside Lindy's sex. The volume was clearly too much for Lindy's confined space and it flowed out and down her thighs even as Clara continued pumping her seed into the tight canal. Crying and cumming were not things Clara had ever done at the same time before, and she was mentally shocked by how long her orgasm was lasting under the circumstances. Her ejaculation had already produced more than 15 jets and she could feel more needing to come out. While still cumming, Clara removed her shaft from Lindy's vagina and sent the few remaining strands of girl cum onto her mound and labia. Helen, who had witnessed the entire event, had also been moved to silent tears. As Lindy and Clara came down from their shared extraordinary sexual whirlwind, Helen walked over and turned on the water. All three women showered, dried off, got dressed and made their way to the living room where they collapsed into the couch and relaxed, not one of them saying a word. "Clara?" Lindy asked, breaking the silence. "Yes Honeybunny?" Clara replied gently. "Are you going to cry like that every time we make love?" Lindy said with a grin. "You little twerp!" Clara squeaked and giggled as she rolled over to lie atop Lindy and tickle her for making such a joke. "Kids?" Helen quipped jovially, "I don't know about you, but I think I need a nap. You two wore me out and I have work left to do today!" The three women laughed and rose from their places on the couch. Clara approached Helen, hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, and whispered, "Thank you for sharing that moment with us, it meant the world to me." Helen smiled at Clara and gently tucked Clara's raven hair behind her ear. "Just take care of my baby, Clara. I won't be around forever and I need to know Lindy is in good hands," Helen said in a soothing tone. "She is the air I breathe," Clara replied, "and I promise you she will be loved, cared for, and want for nothing." Helen smiled, "Then you have my blessing to spend your life with Lindy if that is what you both want." "May I also have your permission to move Lindy in with me if she so desires?" "Actually," Helen smirked, "I was going to suggest that to Lindy anyway. Not only is she over there most of the time anyway, you two are like bunnies and I'd never get any work done if you lived here!" Clara and Helen hugged and laughed which made Lindy very curious as to what was going on. Over the next hour, Clara and Helen talked to Lindy about her moving to live with Clara. While Lindy was nervous about it, she was thrilled about the new adventure. She agreed to the move, and over the course of a week, Lindy had moved what little she owned into Clara's home. The first few weeks were hard on Lindy and she got homesick for her old room that she'd known for so long. Eventually, living day to day with Clara became second nature to her and she settled quietly into this new chapter of her life. THE END...for now...