the third sex

A little while ago I was in the Deep South of Thailand, at Pattani, which is near the Malaysia border. I was with a local ladyboy friend, and she wanted to go and see a friend of hers, who lived in a village way out in the countryside.

I had hired a pickup for the visit, so that was no problem. We headed out of town and soon found ourselves in the rural area. We drove on for a while, and then pulled off the road onto a dirt track that wound past orchards and pineapple plantations, around a small pond and past woodland, until at last a small village hove into view.

Actually, it was a hamlet. There was a village shop that sold essentials, but not much else. The locals tended the fruit farms and the plantations, and grew much of their own food. If they wanted to go anywhere else and didn’t have their own transport, they had to make their way back along the track and wait for a minibus or a passing pickup.

The houses were made of timber, traditional in style with railed platforms that constituted the main living area, tall trees providing shade, and flowers everywhere. It was a picture of rural peace and quiet.

My ladyboy friend led the way between a couple of houses up to a little timber house that backed onto woodland. As we approached the building, a vision appeared on the platform. A most beautiful ladyboy. Dressed casually in short shorts and a T-shirt, and without too much makeup, she was unbelievably exotic in these tranquil surroundings.

We went into her bedroom, where she sprawled out on the bed as she and my friend chatted. I was suddenly aware that under those shorts she wasn’t wearing any panties, for I could glimpse something soft and brown along with a fringe of pubic hair. My friend saw me staring. “She have very big one!” she laughed. I said that I would love to see it. And the interest that we were showing was already having an effect, for the girl’s dick was swelling up and the head of it was protruding from the leg of her shorts.


She gave a sweet smile, and raised her bottom off the bed as she pulled down her shorts. There, arching almost back to her tummy button, was a long banana-shaped cock that had me almost speechless with admiration.

My friend laughed, and said something in the local dialect. The girl seized her dick and with her eyes half-closed and a dreamy expression on her face, pulled it for less than a minute before a great spurt of cum splattered on the pillow beside her face. Then she laughed and jumped off the bed, pulling off her soaked T-shirt to reveal a lithe brown body, and disappeared to sluice herself down from the earthen jar outside.

The show was over. My friend and I went back to our hotel, where we managed to relieve the intense and urgent erotic sensation that had overcome me. I haven’t yet been back the village.