In
Double Time
1 and 2 I recorded the first day of my threesome, twenty years ago, in Portugal, with two beautiful, young transgirls, who had named themselves Kathy and Linda. Our consummations had brought all three fulfilment, and, certainly for me, healing. Since they, like me, liked to talk their way through sexual activities, I represented our intercourse largely in dialogue form. I continue that format now into a sequel.
Linda: We've given our all, literally, Norma.
Kathy: All semen spent.
Norma: You've certainly flooded me out.
Kathy: Did you like that? I think you did.
Linda: She's a spermaholic, darling.
Kathy: Wriggling out from under you, Norma.
Linda: We'll have to sleep a while now.
Kathy: We muddle up, cuddle up close, like this.
Norma: You look so charming, folded into each other like that.
Linda: You'll come with us again, won't you, dear Norma?
Norma: Need you ask. Look at your sweet little bottoms. Well, you can't, but I can.
Kathy: Stay with us, if you like. We'd love to have you holding us.
Norma: No, my dear girls, now you've revitalised me I'll go and exercise.
They were asleep before I was out of the door. Away I went to my room for a shower, and then I had a naked dip from the beach where we had first stripped and enjoyed each other.. If there was anyone watching from the cliff-top I didn't care, not being a very modest person. The salt water was good for removing the vestiges of any sweet transemen left after the shower. Though I was sure I had sucked some up through my cervix and was therapeutically absorbing it into my system.
I ate a solitary dinner, for those round-bottomed little shegirls did not appear. I wondered whether to visit them, and let myself quietly into their room. They were curled up together, fast asleep, clearly replenishing their cumables, so I didn't wake them. Instead I went and had the best sleep I had had in a long while.
They weren't at breakfast, either, and another visit to their room found the
Don't Disturb
notice on their door, and a cautious foray within found them still slumbering. After I had taken a lengthy morning walk into the xerophytic hinterland towards Sagres, they appeared at lunchtime.
Kathy: May we join you?
Linda: Not in that way, not quite yet.
Kathy: But we hope to join with, in, to, for, you today sometime.
Linda: But we won't be able to ejaculspate till later on.
Kathy: Food and several litres of liquid are needed meantime.
Linda: On the other hand, or, rather, with both hands, we'd love to make you --
Kathy: - well, that sounds rather compulsive or punitive.
Linda: We mean we'd love to kiss, cuddle, lick, caress --
Kathy: All that two transies can do to, for, with a woman, without spillage.
Linda: Their spillage, that is. Though we hope she might achieve fillage.
Norma: I'm starting to right now, and it's not the coffee.
Kathy: When shall we three meet again?
Linda: Before the hurly-burly, in this case.
Kathy: The girly-pearly.
Linda: Not so much eye of newt and toe of frog.
Kathy: As thigh of cute and tool with snog.
Norma: Not just Latin but Shakespeare at your high-class school.
Linda: We acted, too, you know.
Kathy: She was a lovely Ophelia.
Linda: That silly Hamlet should have hoiked her out of that brook.
Kathy: And buggered her little herbaceous botty.
Norma: But then Gertrude would have seen them.
Linda: She'd have liked that, wouldn't she? Randy old MILF she was, after all.
Kathy: Beside, I was playing Gertrude, wasn't I?
Linda: She certainly was. With her falsies on she looked so sexy.
Kathy: Did we have to rub each other off then!
Linda: Even more than usual.
Kathy: Well, we'd better feed the inner toolgirl, or we'll not be up to it.
Norma: You are certainly bright-eyed and bushy-tailed now.
Linda: No, darling, we're not bushy-tailed, as you've seen. Our tails are smooooth.
Kathy: Tushy-tailed, often slushy-tailed.
Norma: I'm bushy, though. Do you mind?
Linda: We love your bosky twattie, dear Norma.
They went to the buffet, assembled huge platefuls, collected juice and water, and there was a long silence as they replenished themselves.
Kathy: We were thinking of a see-nester, this afternoon, Norma.
Linda: The nest we had in mind is nest-ling in your knickers, in fact.
Kathy: Yes, we want to go nesting.
Norma: But you won't have to search, girls. You know where it is.
Linda: You know, Norma, it's a curious thing, that although we know where it is --
Kathy: It's always a delightful little surprise to find it again.
Linda: One of the joys of sex, that is, being surprised by what you know is there.
Norma: It's going to be swamped if you go on talking about it.
Kathy: May we have the pleasure of the next glance, then, Norma?
Linda: More of a fascinated stare than a glance, darling.
Kathy: Are you up again, darling?
Linda: You know I am, and I know you are.
Kathy: We can bring them to bear, or, rather, to beaver.
Linda: Or to b-a-r-e, of course.
We left the dining-room and headed upstairs.to their room, wherein the bed-covers were turned back and towels were spread on the exposed sheet.
Kathy: Forgive us for anticipating your readiness --
Linda: But we thought some relaxing massage might be good.
Kathy: We love to run our hands, and everything else, over a woman.
Linda: Let's take off this shirt, then.
Kathy: Talk about nestling. Look at those beauties jostling in there.
Linda: Let's let them loose. That wonderful moment when they come free --
Kathy: And settle like that.
Linda: I'm going or the skirt. Rather impatient, I'm afraid.
