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Then I told him to stand over on the other side of the room and wank himself while I did it to her. I took my clothes off, put one foot across her onto the sofa so I was standing over her, and I let go. People think a woman can't direct her piss - even some women. Not true. Fingers either side can give perfect control with practice.

What I like is the total shock and surprise on their faces as they get pissed on. On their tits, on their faces, on their precious sofas. Total, transfixed shock.

How do they react when the shock passes? I know what you're thinking. They're disgusted and chuck me out? Well, I can tell you that that doesn't happen very often. I'll tell you about people's typical reactions in a moment.

What happened this time? She just looked at me, unable to believe what I was doing. So I carried on, standing straddling her like that, smiling at her, pissing down onto her as if it was the most natural thing in the world, as if everyone did it. She seemed frozen in shock as I rained on her face, neck and on her big, sloppy breasts.

When I'd emptied I bent down and sucked her wet nipples and put two fingers up her cunt and wanked her. She came in no time at all, all that shock surging through into pleasure. She started to smile as she realised how much she'd enjoyed it, enjoyed watching the piss coming out of me and wetting her, enjoyed being pissed on by another woman. When I'd done her I put on the jeans and T-shirt she'd given me, went into the hallway where my rucksack was and left. Eventually I caught a bus home, wetting myself on the bus for good measure.

Sometimes I stay, but that time walking out like that just made it all the more exciting.

On another occasion I was sitting on a gate waiting for a likely car when two cyclists drew up and asked me the way. I didn't have a clue and I don't think they really wanted to know - anyway I think they had actually been looking for somewhere to stop, if you know what I mean. We got chatting. She was very attractive and I was being as obvious as I could. "What was I doing?" they asked. Out for a walk - just thinking about doing a bit of sunbathing in the field when they came along - did they want to join me? Not waiting for an answer I pulled my T-shirt over my head. A pair of bare tits said all that needed to be said.

We hopped over the gate.

She said they'd been to the pub at lunchtime and she needed a pee first (a bit presumptuous, I thought) and she started to walk away. I said I did too, so followed her a few pointless yards away from him. She turned her back to me, pulled her shorts down and crouched. I took my shorts off, went up behind her and pissed all down her back. The thrill! She let out a little exclamation but turned around and still peeing herself put her hand to my cunt making my piss spray all over her.

"God, come here!" she said. And she practically wrestled me to the ground while we were both still peeing and she was all over me kissing, licking, sucking, fingering me as if she hadn't had it for years. He watched for a while then gave me a really good, energetic fucking. I actually came, which is unusual for me when I'm with someone. They wanted to see me again but I never do that.

I like sex with men. Occasionally you get a really good fuck like that. Being fucked by a woman is nice. But what I really enjoy is sex with myself, re-living a good piss on, fantasising about the next one.

So how do people usually react? There isn't a typical encounter, the circumstances vary so much. This one was quite unplanned:

I was shopping on a Friday evening. I was wearing a short cotton dress. Nothing underneath, of course. I must have been spotted by a couple though I hadn't noticed them. They were behind me in the checkout queue. When I realised they were aware of me I dropped a box of cornflakes and bent down to pick it up, accidentally brushing my bottom against him as I did so. Neither of us said anything.

I dawdled so that they caught up with me on the way out, struggling with my bags - not that I had bought that much.

Could I manage? Did I want a hand? Had I got a car? Would I like a lift?

Then, en route: had I got time for a quick drink on the way? Well I wasn't going to say no was I? They were in their thirties, confident, knew what they were after. Over drinks ("Where do you put all that beer?" - they would soon find out!) they began to drop a few hints and I made all the right responses.

On the way back to their place the conversation became more explicit. She sat in the back with me and stroked the inside of my thigh, never higher than the hem of my dress, mind you.

By the time we arrived we had discussed what we were going to do: play act a scene in which he had picked me up and brought me home, his wife is out but comes back just as we're about to get down to it - and we'd improvise from there.

As soon as we arrived he and I went to the living room. He unzipped his flies and got his cock out and told me to stroke it. He put his hand up my dress and wasn't surprised to find no knickers. Maybe he'd seen my cunt when I was leaning over to get the peas out of the freezer cabinet.

She burst in and flew into a very convincing rage. He shouted at her then jumped up and slapped her across the face (!) "You frigid cow, I'm going to fuck her so shut up!"

"Oh no you're not," she retorted. She was screaming and swearing at him. He grabbed her arms to control her and asked me to help. "I'm going to fuck someone who actually enjoys it and you're damn well going to watch," he said.

We manhandled her up the stairs. She was struggling as though it was all for real, which made it all the more fun. He pushed her to the bedroom floor and tied her to the bedstead so she was sitting, fully clothed, with her back to the bed. The idea was that he'd give me a good shagging while she 'suffered' by being forced to listen, if not watch. He and I stripped off. I lay on the bed and he shoved his cock up me and started to give me a good seeing-to while she struggled, ranted and raved. Whatever turns you on.

But halfway through our fuck he said to me: "For goodness sake, shut her up will you?"

Perhaps I was supposed to slap her now, to make her be quiet? Or 'seduce' her and 'introduce' her to lesbian love?

Rarely is the opportunity this tailor made for me. I faced her, put one foot up onto the bedstead beside her head, put my cunt in her face, my fingers spreading me open and I let her have it. I pissed on her face, then down, soaking her nice smart blouse, making her nipples show big and hard through the piss-soaked cotton - an easy first prize in the wet T-shirt competition. She gulped and called me all sorts of names - I don't think she was acting but it was hard to tell with her.

He just stood there and kept saying "Jesus, Jesus" as I pissed on her. And it must have been a real turn on for him because as I pissed on his wife he wanked himself furiously, watching wide-eyed as I gave his little wife the wet heat of my body.

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When I'd finished I pressed my dripping cunt against her face and wiped it on her, then I stepped back and looked down at her drenched in my hot piss. Then loud groans from him as he splattered the two of us with his goodness. Then the rush came. Massive, massive excitement. I stood there, just letting a tidal wave of exquisite pleasure sweep over me, engulf me, carry me away.

As I came back down to earth I was aware of him crouching down beside her asking if she was all right. She was crying. "Get her out," she said. "Get her out!" I thought she really meant it. He untied her and she stomped off for a shower without even looking at me.

He was very kind and drove me home. I asked him if she had been acting at the end or not. Nobody had ever done that to her before - pissed on her - he said. But he said that what really turned her on was playing the victim, having things done to her that she didn't like - being abused, cheated, hurt - she'd be randy as hell for days now.

He asked if he could come in and fuck me, but I persuaded him his wife needed him more.

That encounter gave me a thrill, a real thrill - a virgin, and maybe an unwilling one at that. I've wanked a lot over that one. A pissed-on virgin who was disgusted by the whole thing. Perfect.

One Saturday afternoon I was on the prowl in a seaside town on the south coast. Walking along a path between the beach and the back gardens of some expensive looking houses I spotted a couple in their garden. On the table was a jug of orange juice. I leaned over their garden gate and asked them the way to East Street. They gave me directions.

"I couldn't have a glass of orange juice, could I?" I said.

They were a bit taken a back, but he said: "Yes, of course, er, come in."

I downed a glass.

She was reclining on a sun lounger in a bikini. I looked at her, staring at her between her legs as blatantly as I could. She noticed but didn't blink. He noticed too. So he asked me where I was from, was I on holiday, would I like to sit down for a moment or two? You know. I was in.

I was wearing a pair of ultra short cut off jeans. I sat down opposite him my legs apart giving him as good a view of my crotch as I could. We chatted a bit then I asked if I could use their loo.

"I'll show you," he replied.

I followed him into the house. He stood beside the cloakroom door so that I would have to squeeze past him. As I did I tickled his balls. His face was a picture. I went in leaving the door open. I sat down on the loo without pulling my shorts down. He stood in the doorway staring at me. I looked at him as if to say: "Well?"

"Sorry," he said, and turned to leave.

"That's all right," I said. "Do you want to watch?"

"Oh, well..." he said.

"Do you watch your wife peeing?" I asked.

He was very sheepish all of a sudden. "She's not really in to that sort of thing," he said.

"Are you ready, can you see?" I said opening my legs wide apart. "Shall I start now?"

"Your shorts..." he started, thinking I had perhaps forgotten to take them off.

"Would you rather I took them off?" I said.

"Oh," he said. He was a little surprised but just shrugged.

"Ready, here we go then," I said.

I started pissing into the crotch of my shorts. I looked down at my piss leaking out of either side of the material and at the neat stream running straight down where it was coming through the material in the centre.

"Sure you can see?" I said, raising my bottom so that I wasn't as much sitting on the loo as crouching over it.

I tossed my head back enjoying the feeling of hot piss against my body, feeling it seeping back into the crack of my arse and running down the inside of my thighs, feeling it soaking my newly re-grown pubic hair.

He was watching wide eyed and stiff cocked.

As I was finishing I said: "Are you OK just watching or would you like to do it on me?"

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