Tripletit 01 was posted as Tripletit

Tripletit 02 was posted as Saving the Planet Tripletit

Tripletit 03 was posted as Journey to Tripletit

Tripletit 04 was posted as Tripletit Welcome

This story is out of the sequence:

Tripletit 21 was posted as Tripletit Panty Raid

Tripletit 01: First Encounter

by oggbashan ©

Copyright Oggbashan July 2004. Edited October 2018.

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

We never intended to land on Tripletit. That isn't the planet's real name. It is the third planet out from the local sun so its name starts with 'Tri' but every spaceman calls it Tripletit.

We had been getting on each other's nerves in the small craft. We hadn't met before this trip and now we knew we were incompatible in close proximity. Dave was small but truculent. He'd make a good Napoleon if he were in command. When some space dust had holed our two man craft we knew that it wasn't a serious problem but needed base repairs sometime soon. Tripletit was the nearest suitable planet. Dave and I agreed that a stay there would be acceptable. We needed the break from each other. This would be my last trip before retirement. I was glad I'd never have to command a liner with Dave as one of my officers.

The planet is in an out of the way part of the galaxy and barely explored. The few thousand resident humans worked in the repair base and spaceport. They lived side by side with the locals in the nearby town. There was no reason to explore further. Tripletit had no minerals or products in demand elsewhere.

The locals on Tripletit are unusual. The adults are all apparently large females and have three breasts, hence the planet's name. The sex available to visitors is apparently mind-blowing and cheap.

We landed safely to arrange for the minor repairs to be done. We passed through customs and immigration after an extensive health check. Unusually there was a third official to pass, like the others a normal human. He sat us down in an office.

"Captain Joe and First Mate Dave? Isn't that over-officered for a two man craft?"

Dave replied.

"Yes, sir. We are replacement officers going to different liners to relieve those scheduled for re-training. Using a two man craft was considered economic because no scheduled service will be going there for months."

"OK. I'll introduce myself. I'm Bill. My job is to protect visitors from themselves. We think there are no dangerous animals or diseases on this planet. We don't go far beyond the town. The only danger comes from sexual contact with the natives."

Dave and I looked at each other. We had landed on Tripletit to enjoy the famous sexual delights. Bill saw that look and laughed.

"Don't worry, gentlemen. Sex here is safe IF you follow the simple rules. If you don't..."

He produced two credit card size pieces of printed plastic.

"This is an aide-memoire. Do what it says on these cards and you will enjoy this planet. Go too far and you will vanish. We lose about twenty visitors a year and they are never seen again."

I looked at the card in my hand. It read.

"Left breast or right breast: They're the best. Centre tit: Don't! Never, ever interfere with it.

Left slit or right slit: In those you'll find you fit. Centre: do not fill unless you've made your will."

I looked at Bill. He answered the unspoken question.

"The women of Tripletit have three tits. The left and right ones are larger and produce an euphoric drug. Suck on either and you will have incredible sex. You may want to come back here again and again. The woman will wrap you in her body. If you are sucking the left tit, you will penetrate the left slit. The right side of her body will close around your back so that the back of your head is leaning against the right tit. It has been described as being the meat in a two-woman sandwich. You don't have to DO anything. The woman does all the work. You just lie between both sides of her body while she hugs the whole of you and sucks you dry. You will probably fall asleep wrapped by her, waking from time to time to be suckled again and again. The drug produced by her breast will give you multiple erections yet when you finish you will not be tired or sore. You will feel rested and rejuvenated. Old men come here and leave looking ten years younger."

"How do you stop?" Dave asked.

"You don't. You can't." Bill replied. "She has to end it when she thinks you have had enough. With a professional she will sell you a set length of time. Three hours is normal. All night is more expensive but as much as a normal man needs in a week. The amateurs are dangerous. Surrounding you excites all the women sexually. An amateur may not have sufficient control to stop herself and you could be held inside her for days. You will suffer no ill effects but it could be embarrassing if you miss an appointment or a liner. Another warning: You are not likely to want to escape from a sexual embrace but if you do, ask her politely to release you. Do not try to struggle free. She will be much stronger than you are and any attempt to escape will trigger her instincts to hold on. You might be crushed and hurt."

"What is it about the centre breast?" I asked.

"Keep well away from it. It is smaller than the other two but if you suck on it you will be paralysed. We don't know why, possibly to make sure that a male doesn't escape until a female is impregnated, but anyone sucking the middle tit will be helpless and unable to move or speak. The effect lasts from an hour to several days depending on how much liquid is taken from the breast."

"The centre hole?"

"We don't know what happens. No one has survived. All we have are reports from the Tripletit women themselves. They say that the man filled the central slot and made them pregnant but that he has gone. They don't say where. They don't say anything except that he isn't here anymore."

We left it at that. Dave took a taxi to a hotel and booked us in. I went to meet the repair team and arranged for our craft to be fixed. That didn't take long once I had produced the company's credit card. The work might take anything up to a week. One of the team ran me to the hotel on his motorcycle. I arrived seconds after Dave.

The receptionist was the first local woman we had seen except at a distance. At first glance her shoulders seemed very wide. We had to look a long way up to see her face; her three breasts strained her blouse at my eye-level, well above Dave's. She blushed attractively at our obvious interest. She seemed fascinated by Dave and almost ignored me. Why? Her name label read 'Emma'.

If Emma was a sample of the local talent we would enjoy ourselves on this planet. When she came from behind her desk we noticed a slight limp. She pressed herself against Dave, apparently accidentally, but I wasn't so sure it was an accident. At the time I thought that Emma was incredibly tall. Only later did I notice she was at least a foot shorter than any of the other local women.

We went to our rooms, showered and changed into civilian clothes. We met by Emma's reception desk and asked discreetly asked the porter to direct us to a good sex establishment. He warned us again about the middle tit and middle hole but said we would be safe with the professionals he recommended.

In the street Dave and I felt small. The women towered over us and apart from the occasional human male, there were only women on the streets. When we arrived at the whorehouse we paid the fee for three hours each. That fee was very cheap. Back home it would have bought a couple of glasses of beer. This sort of sex we could afford.

I was non-plussed by the line-up of available women. I chose one at random and Dave took another, the shortest. My woman introduced herself as Aliana and took my hand as we walked through a curtain and down a corridor to a bedroom. Before we got on the large bed she stripped herself and then me. She was obviously expert.

I lay down beside Aliana. She put her arms around me and lifted me on to her body. She offered her right breast to my lips. As my mouth closed around it she rolled over so I was lying on her left side. Her right side folded over me, thrusting her breast deep into my mouth. Her body hinged like a folding mattress. How her skeleton coped with the distortion vaguely puzzled me as the drug from her breast coursed through my bloodstream. My whole body from head to toe was covered by Aliana's naked skin. Her skin aroused me as if it was sensuous silk stroking me.

Aliana's hand eased my erection into the right hand slit. Her lower lips pulled me in and grasped me firmly. Her arms wrapped around her body sealing me in the woman sandwich.

I find it difficult to describe the sensation of sex with Aliana. I felt enclosed as if I was inside a womb yet I certainly wasn't feeling like a baby. I was sexually aroused to a height I had never experienced. My mouth sucked eagerly at her breast. With every trickle from her glands I sank deeper into an euphoric state. I was as hard as I had ever been but not desperate for release. I could wait until she was ready. Her body writhed around me. Her muscles clasped my erection and gradually, ever so gradually, brought me to a climax and eruption. Immediately afterwards I seemed almost ready again as I relaxed to her gentle caressing body. I was held, engulfed, surrounded, protected, swamped by the drug and her body but still a rampant male penetrating and filling Aliana. I was hers: she was mine.

The climaxes and ejaculations followed every half-hour until the three hours were up. Aliana unwrapped me, pulled her breast from my mouth, and then dressed me carefully. I couldn't have dressed myself, not because I was weak, but because I was on Cloud Nine. I was totally out of this world on a high plateau of bliss. Aliana laid me on the bed and left me. She returned an hour later with a strong pot of coffee. Several cups later I could stand up with her help. She half-carried me back to the reception area where I met Dave. He looked as happy as I felt. Our escorts carried us out to a taxi and sent us back to the hotel.

On arrival I could just manage to walk through the foyer to the bar. Dave stayed talking to Emma. I sank into a deep armchair and gratefully sank a cool beer brought by a waitress labelled 'Angela'. I ordered one for Dave as well. He was flushed when he sat down.

"Phew!" Dave said first.

"That was really something, wasn't it?" I asked.

"I'll say." He replied. "I have never had such an experience. I'd settle here except that I don't think I'd live very long. Once a month - maybe. Once a week? I'd be a wreck. Once a day? I'd be dead."

I would have answered but Angela approached bringing the next beers. She heard everything Dave said.

"I'm pleased you enjoyed this planet's famed hospitality, but please be careful. You have been warned, haven't you?"

I looked up her tall body, past her three outlined breasts straining against her dress, to her face. She seemed genuinely worried.

"Yes," I said. "We have been warned. Is it that dangerous?"

"It is with amateurs," she replied. "They don't have the self-control to stop when they should. Well-run professional establishments are safe. Anywhere else might be fatal."

Dave just sipped his beer.

"I'll remember that," I said. "I'm not sure I'll be ready for another session for days."

Angela laughed.

"You will be. In a couple of hours the healing effect will kick in. You'll feel like attacking a Martian Dust-Devil with your bare hands."

Angela walked away with an attractive wiggle to her hips. My eyes followed her.

Angela was right. We had an evening meal and found ourselves full of energy. Dave and I decided to see the local sights by night but separately. We had had enough of each other's company and would have to endure it again when our craft was repaired. I left first. Dave was deep in conversation with Emma.

I walked around for an hour or so. There wasn't much to see once you had seen the park and the public buildings. To burn off my excess energy I jogged around the whole edge of the park. I met Dave jogging the other way round. After that I didn't see him again as I completed five circuits.

I returned to my room and showered again. I decided that another beer would be pleasant. In the bar the staff had changed. Angela who had served us earlier had shed her uniform for a dress. She beckoned to me. I joined her at her table. She came straight to the point.

"Your friend Dave is in trouble, Joe."

"He's not really my friend," I replied. "We are travelling together by necessity."

"Whether he is your friend or not, will you help him?"

"I suppose so. What has he done?" My lack of enthusiasm must have been obvious.

"Come on."

Angela stood up and took my hand. I felt slightly ridiculous, as if I was a child being dragged along by his mother. We passed through a curtain into the staff area, through several doors and along a corridor. Angela stopped outside a numbered door and knocked.

"Emma," she said loudly. "It's Angela."

I barely heard the answer. "What do you want?"

"I want Dave back - please?"

"Come in." Emma's voice said very faintly.

Angela dragged me through the door. I was hidden behind her at first.

"Oh shit, Emma!" shouted Angela. "Did you have to...?"

I peered under Angela's right arm. Emma was lying naked on her bed, eyes shut, her legs spread wide. Dave's shoulders and head were all that was left of him. His eyes were open, staring blankly at the ceiling. Emma's body was distended as if she was in late pregnancy. Her large bump was pulsing slowly. In the next couple of seconds Dave's body had slid another couple of inches into her. I would have shouted but Angela's hand clamped over my mouth. My head was trapped between her arm and her right breast. I tried to struggle but Angela was much stronger. My arms and legs flailed futilely behind her.

Angela quickly unbuttoned the top of her dress and pulled her triple cup bra upwards. I barely noticed. I was watching Emma pull Dave's unresisting body further in. Emma's face distorted with effort and her body shone with sweat as Dave's shoulders stretched her legs impossibly wide apart. Once the shoulders had entered his head followed instantly. Emma's lips made a slurping sound as they closed behind him. Her legs gradually came together and her hands eased her pregnant lump higher.

Almost as soon as Dave had been completely engulfed Angela swung my head round to her centre breast. I was still fighting her headlock with all my strength. I clamped my lips shut. Her fingers squeezed my nostrils shut. I opened my mouth to breathe. Her tit stuffed between my lips. She released my nostrils. My mouth filled with liquid. I tried not to swallow.

"Take it, Joe," Angela pleaded. "It is your only chance of survival."

Did I trust her? I had little choice. She could hold me tighter than I could endure. I swallowed. I felt my muscles relax into uselessness. Angela lifted me and held me across her body. My head rested on one of her shoulders. My arms and legs flopped. I could still see Emma. She still had her eyes closed and looked exhausted. I lost sight of her as Angela carried me from the room. She took me to another room in the same corridor and lowered me to the bed. I flopped helplessly, unable to move anything, not even my eyes.

"Stay there, Joe. I must help Emma. I'll be back in a few minutes. Don't worry. The effect will pass - eventually."

I was raging internally. I had been paralysed. Angela could do whatever she wanted to me. Would I disappear like Dave? No wonder those who disappeared had never been found. No one would think that they had been swallowed inside a woman's body. Were they women? Were we fooled by an apparent external resemblance?

I calmed down slightly. Angela had saved me from something. The knowledge I now had might be dangerous to the inhabitants of Tripletit. Dave had disappeared. I was hidden away in the staff quarters. No one would look for me until our craft was repaired. When would that be? Two or three days, a week perhaps? I would have closed my eyes if I could. I couldn't but drifted off into a light doze.

I woke up as I heard Angela enter the room. Her face, blurred because I couldn't focus my eyes, looked down at me.

"Emma is resting now. The crisis is over for her. I'm sorry about Dave. We were too late to do anything. Once he was that far in he couldn't come out again. I had thought that Emma would make love to him first but she must have been very desperate. She paralysed him at once and started..."

A tear fell on my face. That was unexpected.

"This might help," Angela said.

She pushed a breast between my lips. Left, right or centre? I couldn't focus or turn my eyes. Warm milk trickled down my throat. I could swallow. I did. More milk followed for several minutes.

Gradually I was aware of sensation returning to my skin. I blinked my eyes, turned them down and focused. Angela's right breast was filling my mouth. I sucked harder until Angela pulled away.

"Wait," she said mysteriously.

She shed all her clothing. Her hands wandered over my recovering body to strip me bare. I was just beginning to flex my fingers and toes when her breast filled my mouth again. Her pussy claimed me, her body folded around me, her arms clamped me back into immobility before she began to arouse me slowly and gently.

Angela was totally unlike Aliana. Aliana had been quick, efficient, professional. Angela was slow, sensuous and delightful. Even without the euphoric drug flowing into my mouth I could have been transported to a heavenly place where I was caressed between two nubile houris yet both bodies were Angela.

I was vaguely conscious of the passing of time as I was aroused, milked, rested, aroused again only to be claimed by Angela's body and pussy. Dawn came and changed to full daylight before Angela's body unfolded and left me almost as helpless as I had been when paralysed by her. I slept, waking to find myself tightly wrapped in the sheet. Beside me on the pillow was a note. I turned my head to read.

"Sorry, Joe, I'm back on duty. I will return on my break. Don't leave the room even if you can. I'll explain later."

I writhed on the bed trying to release myself from the swaddling sheet. It took over an hour before a corner came free. After that it was a matter of minutes to unwind myself.

Angela's room had an en-suite shower room. I cleaned myself up, drank some water and dressed. I was beginning to feel more in control than I had since Angela's hand closed over my face in Emma's room when the door opened. Angela entered and smiled as she saw me.

"Good. You got free. I thought you would. Now listen carefully."

I nodded.

"You don't know anything about Dave. You saw him - where last before...?"

"In the park." I said.

"OK. In the park. Then you went to a brothel on your own and paid for a night. Have you got enough money for that?"

"I think so. How much would I need?"

Angela told me. It was ridiculously low. It wouldn't buy a meal in a poor restaurant on Earth. I counted it out. Angela gathered it up.

"I'll give this to one of the girls at the brothel. She'll confirm your story. Which one did you visit earlier? Do you remember the girl's name?"

I told Angela about Aliana.

"OK. Aliana will get this money."

"Is it enough? It seems very little."

"You want to give more? That might help."

"Yes." I peeled off a couple of bills, enough for two nights stay in a good hotel.

She opened what I thought was the bedside cabinet. It was stuffed full of pre-packed food that heated itself once you pull the tab.
Angela lifted me to her lips and kissed me hard. My arms went round her neck. I held on supporting my whole weight until her body closed around me. It felt odd to have one breast pushing against my chest and the other two pulling on my shoulder blades. Odd, but arousing. It would have been a dangerous position if we hadn't been fully dressed. Angela held me for half a minute before lowering me to the bed. She whisked out of the door before I had my feet back on the floor.

I made myself a meal and some coffee. Later the effect of Angela's lovemaking took effect. I couldn't run so I did press-ups. I started normally but changed to one-handed, doing twice as many as I had ever done at my fittest. If love-making on Tripletit continued to affect me like this I'd be the athlete I never was.

Angela returned looking tired and drawn. She sat down on the bed. I sat beside her.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Emma. I tried to cover for her but the hotel manageress found out. They know what she's done with Dave. She's in real trouble. It isn't good for our tourist trade when visitors vanish without trace."

"Can I help?"

"I don't know. No human is supposed to know what we Tripletit women can do. You know. I was hoping to persuade you to keep quiet about it."

"How?"

"A few sessions of mind-blowing sex...?"

"That would be more than enough incentive but why are you doing this for Emma?"

"She's my older sister."

"Oh." What else could I say?

"I was afraid she'd do something like this. She can't hunt Tripletit men, not with her injured leg. Human males are easier and so trusting..."

"I think you had better tell me how people on Tripletit normally reproduce before I understand the situation."

"Maybe..."

Angela lifted me to her lap. She pulled my head to her shoulder.

"OK. You deserve to know if we can work out how you can help Emma. It's like this. The males here are much smaller than the women, and even smaller than you, about four feet tall and very agile. They live in the hills and forests and are very timid with good cause. Females can only get pregnant by absorbing a male's body completely. That is the end of the male. The pregnant woman usually produces either a single girl or twin boys. When the boys are eleven years old they are sent to join the other males.

The women have to trap or chase the men. The men can usually run faster but don't have the same endurance. Trapping one is easier than chasing one. Neither is easy. Once caught the male must be paralysed with milk from the centre breast. Even doing that is difficult. Adding milk to water given to a trapped male sometimes works but he is likely to suspect. Making love to a male can sometimes lull his suspicions long enough to switch him to the middle breast.

Emma had no chance of capturing a wild male. She couldn't run and she is small for our people. She would be competing with other females. We tried hunting together once or twice but unsuccessfully. She was panicking because she was getting older. Not old, she had another fifteen years of potential child bearing, but she was worrying herself sick about it.

I knew that sooner or later she would take a human male. It would be difficult for her because of her size. She couldn't manage a normal-sized human. Dave was just right. He was smaller than the average human, much smaller than you are. As soon as she saw him that was it. She had to have him."

"So Dave didn't have a chance of escape?"

"Not really. Emma could have run off with him at any time. She stalked him, perhaps even flirted with him. As soon as they were alone together she paralysed him with her middle breast. He could have struggled as hard as possible to avoid her breast but he couldn't stop her. You couldn't stop me. Once Dave was paralysed she opened her legs. You saw what happened to him."

"What do we do now, Angela? Dave has gone. How can we account for that?"

"It would be best if he seemed never to have arrived on Tripletit. Can you think of any way that could be made believable?"

"I might be accused of murdering him. There were only the two of us on the craft. How about... I know. He was injured by the space dust and died soon after arrival. That is more plausible. It needs the co-operation of the port authorities. Can that be done?"

Angela thought for a while.

"Maybe. Those living on this planet have Tripletit wives. They have a stake in the planet. I'll ask the manageress and see what she says. Meanwhile, please stay here."

"Must I?"

"Yes. You keep out of sight until we have the story straight. I'll make some coffee for us before I go."

Angela tricked me. She put some of her middle breast milk in my cup. She stripped me naked and left me helpless on the bed. She gathered up all my clothing and took it with her in a holdall.

It seemed an age before Angela rushed back in.

"Joe! We're in trouble. The police suspect what has happened to Dave. They are looking for you. They must not find you until we have all the story in place. They'll come here soon. You must hide..."

The internal phone rang. Angela answered it. I couldn't do anything. I was still paralysed in my major muscles. My eyes could move.

"Thanks. I'll do what I can," I heard Angela say.

She stripped off her waitress uniform. She pulled her panties off and threw a full kaftan over herself.

"This might work, Joe, but it is dangerous. I have no time to explain."

She pulled up her kaftan and fed my feet into her central slit. If I could, I would have struggled. Angela was much larger than Emma. My body was sucked inside her up to my hips in one swift gulp. She pushed my arms by my sides and sucked again. I sank inside her up to my elbows. She panted quickly before placing her hands on my shoulders. She groaned quietly as her body sucked and her hands pushed.

My head stayed free. The rest of me was swallowed. My body was beginning to regain its sensations. I was incredibly aroused. Her insides were slick, warm and soft. Her muscles pulsed around me, treating the whole of me as if I was a giant erection. She stood up. My head was dangling between her legs.

She opened a drawer and selected a pair of full French knickers. They slid up her legs covering my head. I could see through the sheer silk even after she dropped her dress so that its hem swept the ground.

"Listen, Joe. We have no time. If the police come in here they will search the room. There is no evidence that you were here. They may want to search me. If they do, I will suck you inside. Hold your breath. I'll push your head out as fast as I can. Got that? Hold your breath!"

A few minutes later there was a heavy knock on the door. I couldn't hear what the police said. Angela's soft inner thighs covered my ears. I felt her tense around me. I had been breathing deeply and quietly. As soon as I felt her insides begin to suck I took a deep breath. My head slid inside her. I saw red then black as her lips closed behind me. A few seconds later her lips parted. I managed to get my mouth and nose to the small opening. It parted slightly more so that I could see through the panties. Her kaftan was again brushing the floor. I breathed quietly.

I was too aroused by my exotic confinement. Angela was breathing hard and that and the rhythmic pulsation of her internal muscles were giving me an erection. She was walking around the room. I could see the carpet beneath her feet.

She tensed again. I prepared to hold my breath. This time I had just enough time to snatch a quick breath as I was sucked deep down her canal. The compression was too much for my erection. I ejaculated uncontrollably into her.

My head was spinning from holding my breath by the time she pushed my head out into the open. I couldn't control my noisy gasping. She pushed her panties down and lifted the hem of the kaftan. Her face peered at me.

"Are you OK, Joe?" Angela asked.

"I think so. I'm not sure. Can you let me out yet?"

"Yes. The police came back to check again. I thought they would but even so they nearly surprised me. I had to haul you inside as fast as I could. Did it hurt?"

"No, but..."

"But what, Joe?"

"It had an effect on me. I came inside you."

"Did you?" Angela seemed unconcerned. "That doesn't matter. I can't get pregnant that way. Out you come."

She spread herself on the bed and pushed me out. The shoulders were a strain for both of us. Once they were through I popped out like a champagne cork. I was slippery with her juices. She carried me to the shower and washed us both.

"By now," Angela said, "the manageress should have the story ready and all the pieces in place. Hang on while I check."

She picked up the internal phone. I didn't understand the conversation because it was in the local language.

Angela turned to me.

"The story is ready. You have been at the brothel again. You will leave there in half an hour and return to the hotel. On your return you will be informed, with regret, that Dave has died of his injuries. You will of course stay for the funeral. Can you arrange that with your company?"

"Yes. I think so. I'll miss my ship but the mate could probably manage."

"Now we need to get you and your clothes to the brothel without being seen..."

"Not again!" I protested. "Once inside you is enough for one day..."

"That isn't necessary. I'll hide you inside my kaftan."

She did. I was carried to the brothel and upstairs to Aliana's room. There Angela left to return to the hotel while I dressed. I gave Aliana some more money. She followed me down to the reception area and kissed me passionately, waving as I left. I think she was overacting but she had been well paid.

Emma, looking pale, greeted me with the news of Dave's death. I was suitably shocked and sent a message to company headquarters and to our destination planet. HQ approved my request to stay for the funeral, which would take place a couple of days after the post-mortem report. The planet told me that my liner would have another captain.

The post-mortem report was a wonderful piece of fiction. It said that Dave had been pierced by a piece of space dust but had written it off as a scratch. It had caused peritonitis and he had ignored that until too late. The best efforts of Tripletit's hospital (detailed) had been unable to save him. There were pictures of the original penetration (my stomach marked with a jabbed pin) and lurid pictures of the peritonitis (from the hospital files).

A couple of hours before the funeral a message came for me from my company's Headquarters. I would be retired forthwith. Could I arrange for the two-man craft to be released to a company representative who would call in a couple of weeks? I could travel with him or the company would pay for transport to any civilised planet of my choice.

The funeral was a solemn affair, too solemn for a coffin full of rocks. Afterwards there was a reception at the hotel. Apart from Angela and Emma I knew none of the mourners. I had been living with Angela and having sex every night, all night. I felt years younger and I looked it.

As we stood around drinking after the speeches Angela drew me aside.

"I'm pregnant," she hissed in my ear. "I don't know how you did it, but blood tests confirm it is yours. What are you going to do?"

I looked at her for a couple of seconds.

"Marry you?" I suggested diffidently.

"You have to ask me first," Angela replied.

I dropped to one knee before her. I had to reach up a long way to take her hand.

"Angela, will you marry me, please?"

There were gasps from the assembled company. I had used my quarterdeck voice. Everyone had heard.

"Yes, Joe, I will." Angela replied not quite so loudly.

The room erupted with clapping and cheering. Most unsuitable for a fake funeral.

I arranged for my pension to be paid on Tripletit. At the rate of exchange I was a very rich man on that planet.

Our marriage was a grand affair. Emma was a matron of honour. I saw Aliana in the congregation. She had retired from the brothel and owned a small restaurant.

Angela and I had found a way for humans to impregnate Tripletit females without killing the male. If the woman engulfs the male completely and he ejaculates while deep inside her - she has a fifty-percent chance of becoming pregnant. Human males stopped disappearing on Tripletit except temporarily.

Emma had a daughter. So did Angela. Emma lived with us but still looked out for very small human males.

By the time our daughter became nubile it had been found that the process also worked if a Tripletit male was engulfed. If he held his breath he would survive. The males stopped being so hard to catch and the population started increasing. It will take tens of thousands of years to populate the planet even thinly.

The warning notices about Tripletit were changed. Not all men wanted to be engulfed so completely. Being wrapped in female skin is one thing. Being wholly inside a female can be frightening but enjoyable if she loves you. I love Angela. She loves me. I still sleep with Angela wrapped around me like a duvet. I may have been retired a long time but I can still make love to her all night - every night.

When are YOU visiting Tripletit?

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Tripletit 02: Saving the Planet

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Copyright Oggbashan April 2008. Edited October 2018

The events described in the earlier part Tripletit 01 should have modified the introductory talk but bureaucracy takes some time to catch up with social change. This story is set fifty years later than Tripletit 01. The reputation of the incredible sex with the three-breasted women of Tripletit has spread throughout the galaxy.

Apart from the local triple-breasted women the only other permanent settlement residents were single human males or human males married to Tripletit women. Tripletit is not a posting for women. There are other planets which provide attractions for women just as appealing as Tripletit is for some men.

The Tripletit males are small, agile and very timid. They live in the mountains close to the main settlements but very few humans have ever seen one. At certain seasons the nubile females hunt them mercilessly. The men avoid capture because mating is fatal to them. Or it was. Now Tripletit has found that mating need not be fatal to the male. It will take some time for that message to change generations of behaviour so the females still hunt the males and the males evade them as best they can.

The women on Tripletit have seasons for hunting their men. For eleven months of the year they hunt on the first weekend of the month. In their twelfth month, although they have the primal urge to hunt, they don't, because children conceived during that month tend to be weak and sickly. They have a series of diversionary activities to reduce their desire to be out hunting. Until humans discovered Tripletit and until human males became permanent residents each local April the women experimented with each other and practised athletics. Those activities continue and are much enjoyed. They have added a few other sexual games to play with human males.

During April one day, a public holiday, is their equivalent of Earth Day when the inhabitants celebrate the genius loci of their planet. They used to go out into the countryside and take part in outdoor activities such as swimming, running, cycling, horse-riding etc. Since the arrival of humans the festivities have changed. Every unattached male is play-hunted and when captured is offered sex. He can refuse but very few do. Sex with a Tripletit woman is immensely satisfying and addictive.

Their partners closely guard attached males. Some couples spend the whole day, out in the open, locked in a passionate embrace from which he cannot escape. There is some partner swapping on Tripletit day but only by mutual consent. Human males are a small minority on Tripletit. Tripletit males are not hunted during April. There is a vague tradition that the males have their own celebrations but no one has yet studied the male society.

I came to Tripletit five years ago not as a tourist but as a geological explorer. Another potential relationship had just ended because of my passion for work. As a geologist exploring new planets for exploitable resources my work took me away from my home world for months at a time. No woman had been prepared to wait that long for me. No woman had been sufficiently interested to accompany me on my journeys. I had heard rumours about Tripletit and I was feeling sorry for myself. I thought if only some of the rumours were true Tripletit would be the place to unwind and relax in between expeditions to check for mineral deposits. At the port of entry I declared myself as a mineral prospector.

I should have known myself better. I am not the sort of person who can relax if there is a prospect of finding something no one had found before. Tripletit had been written off as being low in valuable minerals. As soon as I landed and had unpacked, I was consulting the local archives, assisted by an attractive librarian named Rhonda. The library had allowed me to employ her as an assistant researcher for what seemed to be a ridiculously low rate per hour. Rhonda was the first Tripletit woman I had met to talk to. I had noticed the women in the street and in the hotel because it is difficult not to notice three-breasted women who are much taller than you are and impossibly wide across the shoulders and hips.

Rhonda was intelligent, helpful and eminently desirable. I tried to concentrate on my researches but Rhonda's presence was distracting. After several hours work she noticed my confusion.

"Mr Trelawney?"

"Yes Rhonda." I didn't know her surname. Her first name was embroidered on her uniform jacket.

"Can I use your first name? You know mine."

"Certainly. My name is Derek."

"Thank you Derek. This is your first time on this planet, isn't it?"

I nodded.

"And you haven't been to visit any of our houses of assignation?"

'Houses of Assignation' is the local euphemism for brothels where human males are made love to by Tripletit females. Human males do not make love to the locals because the male is always the passive partner. Given the difference in size and strength it is difficult to see how a human male could be dominant.

"No Rhonda. I haven't had time. I wanted to find out all I could about the search for minerals on this planet."

"I think you should make time, Derek. You will be relaxed and have much more energy. You are tired and have travel-lag. A session with one of our professional ladies will make you much more alert and help your research here."

I lifted an eyebrow. I didn't believe that a session with a prostitute could have such effects. Rhonda noticed my disbelief.

"If you can spare a minute or two of the time you have paid for, Derek, I can show you what you are missing."

I couldn't believe my ears. Rhonda the librarian was offering herself to me as a sample for the local brothels. While I sat there with my mouth hanging open in shock Rhonda came around the table to me. She lifted my right hand from the book on which it was resting and pulled me upright. I followed her like a small boy being taken for a walk by his mother as she walked through the library, out of a door into a corridor and into a small room.

"This is my office, Derek. No one will disturb us here."

She pressed a switch on a console. I heard a bolt click in the door. The console lit up a sign saying 'engaged', presumably what was displayed outside the door.

Rhonda pulled me towards her body. I had to tilt my neck backward to continue looking at her face. While one arm held me close, her other hand fumbled with the top of her dress. I switched my gaze just as a large creamy breast emerged from her clothing.

"That is my left breast," Rhonda announced calmly. "Not the dangerous middle breast. Middle breasts are smaller and pinker. Remember that."
Her arms forced my head towards the erect nipple.

"Suck my breast for a few seconds and see what you are missing."

That was an order. I thought about resisting. Why should I? Tripletit's women are famous for being accommodating. One of the reasons I had come to this planet was to experience sex with the women so why refuse what was freely offered? My mouth touched the breast as the thought of resistance faded. I opened my lips.

Rhonda's breast slid into my mouth until I could take no more. A trickle of warm milk entered my throat. I swallowed. More milk came. I kept swallowing to avoid drowning. Gradually a feeling of warm happiness spread through my whole body. I sucked harder and slumped in Rhonda's arms. I barely noticed that her body folded around me. Her middle breast, still covered, was against my left cheek. Her right breast pressed against the back of my head. Rhonda's body closed around my right side until I couldn't see anything except Rhonda's clothing. Even rolling my eyes up as far as they could go all I could see was the underside of her chin.

I was surrounded and contained in warm soft flesh, admittedly mainly clothed, but exciting even so. I tried to move. Only my fingertips had any possibility of movement. I wriggled them.

"Don't." Rhonda's voice seemed far away and strained. I stilled my fingers.

Slowly Rhonda unfolded from around me. She eased her breast out of my mouth and covered it again. I was slumped against her, standing only because one of her arms was holding me. She carried me to a chair and put me in it. She stood back and rearranged her clothing. I watched her.

I felt a sense of loss and mild frustration that we had not gone further than a mouthful of breast and an all-embracing hug. Those feelings vanished in moments. I seemed to be more alive and full of energy than I had been for years. I wanted to run, jump, dance and engage in almost any physical activity.

"I think you should go for a run around the park," Rhonda said, "and then come back to talk to me. I'll be here."

I rushed out of the library to the park. I half-jogged, half-ran twice around the outer circuit of the park with several other human men. I walked back into the library feeling rejuvenated. I knocked on the door of Rhonda's office and walked in.

"Please sit down, Derek. Have a cup of coffee."

I sat and sipped the coffee.

"What I did has no more meaning on this planet than a peck on the cheek would have on most planets. You may not believe it at the moment but you will find it is true. If any human male were to be in physical distress any passing female would do what I did. Well, perhaps not all. We do have some unpleasant people here like everywhere. Almost any woman would. We find it easier if the male is young and attractive but even an old human would get that treatment. Few human males look or behave as if they are old once they have been on this planet for a few days.

If you take my advice and visit a professional you will find that the effect is greater and lasts much longer. A visit at least once a month is considered normal. You have nothing to fear. There are no sexually transmitted diseases here. Any men that are infected when they land are cured by the first act of intercourse and they are partially protected for months after they leave.

You are unusual, Derek. Most men head straight for the professionals as soon as they land. You started work first. Work must be a compulsion with you that is greater than your sex drive. I think you will have a different perspective after a few days here. I suggest that you visit a professional this evening and we continue working tomorrow, if you still want to..."

"I will want to, Rhonda." I replied.

"I am inclined to think you will. Most men wouldn't until they have had several sessions of sex. It takes most men a week here to achieve a balance between their sexual needs and the rest of their life. Your drive for work is very strong. What have you learned from your researches so far?"

"It is as I suspected. The gazetteer states that Tripletit... You never call it 'Tripletit' do you? Why not?"

"Because it has a slightly rude meaning. We had a perfectly good name for it before humans discovered us. We could live with the original name of Tri-Beta Arcturus Seven. Our name translated as 'Mother Earth'."

"I see. What is a polite way to name it?"

"You could call it 'The or this planet' or 'Tri-Beta'. Either is acceptable usage. 'Tripletit' makes us wince slightly."

"Thank you, Rhonda. As I was saying, this planet is not supposed to have any useful mineral deposits. Our researches have shown me that the original visitors to this planet only looked at the inhabited areas and those are only about five per cent of the landmass. Even in that five per cent the exploration was very cursory and slapdash..."

"Perhaps the explorers were distracted?"

"I think that they were. My business is exploration for minerals. Tri-Beta is largely unexplored. I could stay here for some time and search for minerals. There may not be many, or such minerals as there are might not be worth shipping off-planet, but there might be enough to reduce imports and start local industries to supply local needs. Your exchange rate against interplanetary currencies makes everything here, including your 'professionals', very inexpensive by most planets' standards because you have to rely on everything being imported from off-planet. You need that currency and undervalue yourselves because of that need."

"So you might help all of us to become less dependent?"

"I hope so. I'd make a profit, of course. I have to support my company and myself. If I'm as successful as I hope, I will be: but so will the people of this planet."

Rhonda picked me up from the chair and kissed me on the lips.

"That's for trying. Now go back to your hotel before I do something I shouldn't. Ask at the reception desk for directions to somewhere suitable. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

Rhonda pushed me out of her office. I walked back to the hotel feeling on top of the world.

I took her advice. The receptionist produced a leaflet giving a long list of brothels, their prices and their specialities. She, because almost all workers on Tripletit are the local women, recommended one a couple of blocks away.

"This one, Mr Trelawney," she said, pointing to an entry on the leaflet, "is good for first time visitors to the planet. They are all regulated but they specialise in gentle introductions to our ways."

I thanked her. After dinner I walked the short distance. Once inside it seemed very like the hotel in décor. The only obvious difference was that the receptionist was wearing a translucent top clearly showing the outlines of her three breasts. She summed me up as a beginner.

"I think Chloe will be good for you, sir," she said.

I paid the fee for the three hours she suggested. The cost was incredibly cheap, equivalent to the amount for a couple of stiff drinks back home. I was given a drink and asked to wait a few minutes. I had barely finished the drink before Chloe came to stand behind me.

"Mr Trelawney? I'm Chloe."

I turned round to face bare breasts. Chloe took my hand and led me through the foyer to an elevator. We got out at the first floor.

In Chloe's room, which seemed the same as would exist in any reasonable hotel anywhere, she asked me to undress. She unzipped and dropped her skirt revealing her triple openings surrounded by a fuzz of blonde hair matching her head.

"Yes, Derek, I'm a natural blonde," Chloe answered my unspoken question as she followed my eyes. "Most Tripletit women are. So much so that brunettes are considered more desirable."

"I'm happy with a natural blonde, Chloe," I replied.

"Good. Do you know what will happen now?"

"Not really."

"OK. We get on the bed and you position yourself on either my left or right side. The choice is yours. You open your mouth and suckle at my breast, NOT the middle one, but the one closest. As my milk begins to flow into your mouth you drink it. You will become erect and penetrate me. As soon as you have, my body will wrap around you and hold you in its embrace. Happy so far?"

"Yes, Chloe."

I remembered what it felt like to be wrapped in Rhonda's clothed body. Chloe's naked body seemed much more desirable even though I had a faint regret that I wasn't in this room with Rhonda.

"Once I have wrapped you, you will make love to me slowly. You will not have to worry about coming too soon, nor about your endurance. The qualities in my milk will ensure that you are capable and remain potent. I will hold you as you make love for three hours. Then I will unfold and let you free. You will need some time to recover and I will leave you in this bed until morning. Breakfast will be brought to you. After then you will feel incredibly alive and active. There is a gymnasium on the first floor, or you can leave and use the running track in the park. OK?"

I nodded.

"There are a few basic rules, Derek.

First. Do not try to escape from my body. You can't. If you try to struggle my instinctive reaction will be to hold you tighter. Too tight and you could be injured. That is unlikely because I am trained to deal with inexperienced visitors. If for any reason you want me to let you go, push my breast out of your mouth with your tongue and ask me to release you.

Second. There is nothing to worry about. I won't harm you. You won't harm yourself. You will feel better afterwards, so much better that you should feel that you have had a couple of weeks intensive care at a health spa.

Third. There are no extras. What you have paid covers everything including breakfast, use of the gymnasium if you want it, and the use of this room until midday tomorrow. I am not allowed to ask for, or to accept gratuities. I am highly paid by the standards of this planet and slightly more expensive than most professional ladies because I am trained to accept new visitors and to use them gently. I will. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Chloe."

Chloe pulled me towards the bed. She reclined on it. I clambered over her and positioned myself with my mouth over her left breast. She smiled encouragingly at me as I took the aureole into my mouth. A warm liquid spurted upwards. I sucked.

The effect was instant. Whether Chloe had modified milk or some other enhancement I don't know. I had never felt such a sense of euphoria from mind-bending drugs or other stimulants. I barely sensed Chloe gently ease my erection into her left pussy. She could have put it in her centre one. I wouldn't have noticed or cared.

Gradually the euphoria changed to a desire to make love long and hard. I began to thrust deep inside her. Chloe's body seemed to dislocate about her spine as the right half wrapped across my back. Her right breast pressed against the back of my head, forcing her left breast further into my mouth. I couldn't have spoken if I had wanted to. How could I push this breast out 'with my tongue' as she had suggested? My head was the meat in a breast sandwich.

Chloe's body took over my rhythm. I was unable to thrust into her because I was completely enfolded within her. Her body contracted around me pushing my erection into herself and then eased its grip before contracting again. Now I understood why human males were passive partners in the lovemaking. I was entirely controlled and animated by Chloe. A man had to trust a Tripletit woman wholly. Once wrapped in her body he would remain her helpless prisoner until she decided to release him.

I didn't know that I was capable of such endurance. From time to time I would swallow more of Chloe's breast milk. She kept me highly aroused for the whole three hours. From time to time the phrase 'And shall Trelawney die?' ran through my head as I was raised to even greater heights of pleasure.

Eventually she unfolded herself, lifted my body from hers, and rested me on the bed. I was an unresisting lump as she centred me on the bed and tucked me in as if I was a child who had fallen asleep during a bedtime story. My eyes were closed and I was deep asleep before she left the room.

I woke next morning as a maid brought in a breakfast trolley. She hauled me up to a sitting position in bed, propping me with pillows, before handing me a cup of black coffee. The maid handled me as if waking up naked men was an everyday part of her job. It probably is.

She waited until I had finished the second cup of coffee.

"Miss Chloe gave me a message for you, Mr Trelawney," the maid said.

"Yes?"

"She would like to see you when you are ready. She will be in room 36 on the floor below this one from ten o'clock. Will you see her?"

I was curious. Why did Chloe want to see me?

"Yes, thank you. I will. And thank you for the coffee. I feel much better now."

The maid laughed.

"That's not the effect of the coffee..."

She leant over to kiss me.

"Welcome to the planet. I'm sure you'll enjoy your stay."

She left in a flutter of skirt whisking out of the door.

After breakfast I showered, shaved and dressed. My clothes had been washed, dried, ironed and carefully folded during the night. I went to the gymnasium. There were sets of sports clothing for the guests' use. After a better workout than I had managed for years I needed another shower. If all brothels on Tripletit were like this one I could imagine living in one.

At ten o'clock promptly I knocked on the door of room 36. Chloe opened the door.

"Come in Derek."

I entered. This room had touches of her personality unlike the other room. There were pictures on the walls, a few small sculptures on shelves, and more furniture.

"This is my home, Derek."

"I'm honoured, Chloe, but why? You don't do this for every visitor, do you?"

"No. Rhonda spoke to me after I left you last night."

"Rhonda? How did she...?"

"Know where you are? Our intelligence services are very efficient. We knew who you were before you landed and had some idea why you came to this planet. Rhonda is one of our agents. So am I. This whole establishment is run by the intelligence agency, at a profit, but mainly for intelligence gathering."

"I'm not sure I like that."

"You have nothing to be afraid of. You have come here with an overt purpose that could be to our benefit and have made no secret about who you are and what you represent."

"Then why?"

"Why send you to me? We didn't want you to be the victim of one of our more unscrupulous women. Some refuse to let a man free from their embrace until he pays more. Paying to have sex with a woman here is easy and painless. Paying for her to stop can be expensive."

I could imagine the situation. Wrapped in Chloe last night I couldn't have freed myself. If she had wanted to prolong the coupling beyond my endurance I would have had no means of escape.

"OK. So I have been escorted and protected. Against whom?"

"Mr Trelawney, there are other humans on this planet who are prospecting for minerals. They haven't asked for permission or announced their presence. They are pretending to be tourists who want to experience the wilderness. Tourists don't carry surveying equipment nor rock drills as they do."

"Do you know who they are?"

"Their individual names are phoney. Some of their equipment has partially erased markings something like 'Dunnel and Hagstack'."

"Donald and Hogstock! Them! The worst set of claim-jumpers and rip-off artists galaxy-wide!"

"You know them?"

"Too well. They are barely legitimate at their best. They have raped minerals from many undeveloped planets and left massive environmental damage almost everywhere they have touched."

"And you don't?"

"If your government has done any research about me at all you should know better than that, Chloe... Is Chloe your name?"

"Yes. I am Chloe. And yes, we did research you and your company. You get glowing recommendations from everyone we contacted."

"So we should. We have been extracting minerals for thousands of years since my distant ancestors founded the company in a place called Cornwall on Old Earth. I still have the family name but I am a very junior part of the company."

"That's a lie, Derek. Probably the only one you've told. You are part of the main company board and next in line to be managing director."

I shrugged my shoulders. I had been caught out. That information was supposed to be confidential but if a planet's intelligence agency applied serious resources any secret could be revealed.

"What happens now, Chloe?"

"We will co-operate with you. We will provide guides and mineral experts to accompany you."

"And spies to see what I'm up to?"

"Yes, those too. We are inclined to trust you but this is our planet. We need to protect it."

"Have you got spies with Donald and Hogstock?"

"I can't answer that."

"What would have happened if I'd gone to another place last night?"

"Whichever one you went to I would have been there. I was following you. I came in the back way as you were in the foyer."

"Why you, Chloe?"

"Because I have a degree in geology."

"You are a highly talented intelligence operative, Chloe."

"Most of us are. It is a comparatively well paid career."

"If you have a degree in geology, obtained on this planet..."

Chloe nodded.

"Why has the exploration of this planet's minerals been neglected?"

"Geology is a minority subject. We, that is the women on this planet, are strongly gregarious. We don't like being alone or away from the towns. We have done some exploration in groups but not very far from the settlements. We become more uncomfortable the further we go, especially at the beginning of each month and particularly in April. Any real exploration would mean being away for more than a month. Unless we were a group of at least a dozen we couldn't bear it. Sandra, our minister of natural resources, discourages exploration further afield because of the dangers to us. Partly because of her opposition and partly because of our inhabitants' natural reluctance we don't have the finance to equip a group that large for a long expedition."

"But Donald and Hogstock have?"

"No. They are prospecting with pairs of human males."

"How many pairs?"

"Only two that we know about. There might be others if they entered illegally. Any humans that are here legitimately we know about."

"All of them?"

"Yes. All. Their mistresses would report to us if they vanished for more than a day or so."

"Why?"

"Because the women would be frightened for the men. The women can't understand how a man could live alone. Even a short absence causes distress to the mistress."

"Are there are men who don't have mistresses?"

"On Tripletit?" Chloe laughed. "There are many more women than men. Any unattached man would be swamped by available females."

"Even me?"

"Especially you. Rhonda had to try very hard not to seduce you in the library. You are not just single and unattached but rich. You are a highly desirable partner."

"So how do I protect myself and how do I get to go prospecting without being swamped by women?"

"I'll protect you."

"You, Chloe? How? Won't you want to be with the group?"

"I can manage to be on my own if I have a man to cuddle."

"So you'll come with me?"

"Yes, partner."

That was it. Chloe had declared herself my partner. Partner in exploration. Partner in bed. That statement staked her claim on me. I could only free myself from her by a public and shameful repudiation.

Over the next few weeks I equipped and organised three twelve-women exploration groups to survey different parts of the continent that had not been adequately prospected for minerals. I doubted that they would achieve much except to gain experience. They were the best geologists the planet could produce but their field experience was abysmal. The paperwork to allow the expeditions was almost the worst mind-boggling gobbledegook I had dealt with on any planet. Without Chloe and Rhonda's help I would have failed to get permission.
Chloe, Rhonda and I studied satellite scans and photographs of the planet's surface for days on end. Both women hugged me each time we met. I enjoyed being wholly wrapped in their bodies. I enjoyed Chloe more each night. By the end of the first week I was wrapped in Chloe all night long and yet fully fit and raring to go the next morning.

The following weekend was the first of the month, the first 'hunting' period since I had landed on Tripletit. I wasn't expecting the impact on the women of the planet. Every woman I met wrapped me in a tight hug and held me there for at least a minute. It took me half an hour to get from my hotel room to the dining room for breakfast. The waitress wrapped me tightly while she took my order and again when she delivered it.

As I ate breakfast Rhonda arrived. She sat beside me, reached over, picked me up, sat me on her lap and folded her body around me so that I was almost invisible to anyone else.

"How are you enjoying the hunting, Derek?" she asked as she sipped her coffee.

"Nice, Rhonda, but..." I felt awkward as I peered upwards to the underside of her coffee cup.

"But you are worried that you are the prey? How do you think you would fare walking to my office today?"

"I think it might take all day to get there."

"It might. You might not even arrive. Someone might like you so much that she'd borrow you for a couple of days."

"Oh."

"Most men on this planet stay indoors or very close to their mistresses at the start of the hunting weekend. Human males need protection at this time. That's why I'm here wrapped around you, and why Chloe will be here in the next few minutes. We need to do some work today in between other things. Have you finished breakfast?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll carry you to your room. That way you'll be protected..."

Rhonda didn't give me a choice. She stood up and carried me from the dining room all the way to my room. She put me down so that I could open the door. Inside she sat on my bed, pulled me to her, and wrapped herself around me again. Her blouse seemed to have become undone. My face was being gently eased towards her right breast when the room's bell sounded.

"Blast!" Rhonda said forcefully.

She lifted me from her lap and sat me on the bed before crossing the room to admit Chloe. Chloe looked at both of us.

"Even you couldn't resist, could you, Rhonda?"

"No. Could you in my place?"

"No."

Chloe lifted me from the bed and, still standing, wrapped her body around me until I was squeezed between her left and right breasts. My weight was supported by her hips and the friction between our clothes.

"We need you to be alert and in full command of your faculties, Derek. When Rhonda's ready I'll give her to you."

I could just see Rhonda's face. She seemed startled and then grateful. She opened her blouse and released her left breast. Chloe passed me to Rhonda who clutched me to her tit. I swallowed as her milk began to flow. Soon Rhonda had stripped both of us and I was wrapped in her body. I didn't notice when Chloe left, nor when she returned an hour later bearing a fresh pot of coffee. Only when Rhonda released me was I aware that Chloe was back but clothed differently.

"Derek," Chloe said softly, "we need to move fast. It seems that one of the Donald and Hogstock teams have found some mineral deposits and may be preparing to stake a claim. We need to forestall them. Are you ready to leave? Now?"

I dressed myself quickly before replying. I felt incredibly fit and healthy.

"Yes. I'm ready. Where and when?"

"About five hundred miles away. Now. Or as soon as we can get there. Rhonda will fly us as close as we can get, then we walk, or ride if we can. The plane is loaded. All I need is you. I couldn't go on my own and none of our teams are anywhere close. Ready?"

"OK," I replied, "but what about equipment?"

"Everything you brought is on the plane."

"Let's go..."

I suddenly thought about getting to the airport. I'd be impeded by predatory women. Rhonda seemed to read my thoughts.

"Chloe will cuddle you while I drive. No one will bother someone so obviously claimed."

They didn't. Even after a session with Rhonda, Chloe's body was still desirable. I scarcely noticed the drive as I snuggled in Chloe's embrace. She carried me on to the plane past the airport women before strapping us in a seat designed for a Tripletit woman cuddling a human male. Rhonda took the pilot seat, performed the pre-flight checks and taxied to the end of the runway. Once the control tower gave us clearance she took off as if she was a fighter pilot. Even cushioned in Chloe's arms I felt the g-force of the acceleration.

Once we were cruising at altitude Chloe relaxed her grip on me. She shouted in my ear over the noisy engines.

"We should be there in ten minutes. I hope that we have some mounts waiting for us. If not, we have to walk at least twenty miles."

Rhonda landed us bumpily on a grass strip hacked out of the forest. Beside a hut was a Tripletit woman holding two large animals. To me they looked like giant horses with lizards' heads.

Chloe remarked "Good. We have some onagers."

"Onagers? They don't look like onagers to me."

"They're not. Onager is the closest word in English to our word for them so onagers they've become. They can be aggressive."

I didn't like the idea of animals that large being aggressive. However Rhonda, Chloe and I were soon hauling the equipment out of the plane.

Rhonda introduced me to the onager handler.

"Joy, this is Derek. Derek, this is Joy."

While Chloe held the onager's reins, Joy wrapped herself tightly around me. I could get to enjoy this greeting custom. Joy's scent was faintly horse like, presumably from the onagers, but her breasts pressed against my head soon made me feel that she was another very desirable woman.

"Chloe," Joy said above my head, "you may have a problem. Onagers don't like human male scent. The others..." We knew she meant Donald and Hogstock's prospectors. "...had to shoot their onagers in self-defence. Have you got anything that could disguise Derek's scent?"

"No. Except..." Chloe paused. "We're upwind from your onagers. They should have smelled Derek already and they don't seem concerned. Rhonda? Hold your gun ready. I think we have a solution."

Chloe took me from Joy's embrace and held my hand as we walked towards the onagers. They raised their heads as we got close but seemed docile. Chloe stroked one. She motioned to me to do the same. I reached up and stroked an onager's leg. It seemed to purr noisily.

"OK, Joy. I think we've solved it. Rhonda made love to Derek before we left. His scent is hers. If I..."

Joy laughed. "Do you need an excuse?"

There is an Earth expression 'Don't frighten the horses' but making love to keep onagers docile is different.

"No," Chloe admitted, "but if it keeps the onagers quiet... Joy, could you look after Derek while Rhonda and I load the supplies?"

Jo took my hand and led me inside the hut.

"They'll be some time, Derek. We could..."

Joy started to strip. I got the message. Soon we were lying on her bunk with me wrapped inside her. Her need seemed more insistent than either Chloe or Rhonda's. She held me so tight, thrusting her breast so deep inside my mouth that I couldn't have asked her to stop if I had wanted to. Unlike the others Joy's body wrapped me harder. I was helpless and could only respond to her thrusting. If the others didn't come back soon I was afraid that I might be suffocated by Joy and die. But if I was to die, I couldn't think of a more pleasant way to go.

Eventually Joy shuddered in release. Her body's grip eased slightly. She slid her breast out of my mouth.

"Thank you, Derek. I don't know how much longer I could have remained without sex. Staying away from people is unnatural for us and we have been away for a couple of weeks. It wasn't so bad while we were together but I've been alone for two days and it's a hunting weekend."

I couldn't reply even without a mouth full of breast. I was on a high from Joy's euphoric milk and only just beginning to regain my breath. Joy lowered me to the bunk and started to dress herself. When she was completely clothed she started to dress me. I took over as the effect of our coupling began to energise my body.

Joy kissed me and pushed me towards the door.

"Go for a quick run. It'll do you good."

It did. After about half a mile of running around the clearing I returned to the onagers. The three women had loaded the onagers. Rhonda hugged me, followed by Chloe and Joy. Rhonda climbed into the plane and took off. Joy hugged me again before setting off to join the rest of her geologists. Chloe lifted me on to an onager's back. I didn't know how I could mount or dismount without her help. These onagers were larger than most Earth elephants.

She led the way along a faint trail through the forest. Whatever had made the trail it wasn't onagers. Our onagers crashed through the forest like bulldozers, swerving only for the larger trees. We were protected from the debris by the onagers' heads. In less than a couple of hours we were close to where Donald and Hogstock's prospectors were expected to be. It didn't take us long to find them. They had a large bonfire sending smoke and flames high in the air.

Chloe lifted me off my onager. Leaving them grazing on trees we approached carefully. Their campsite was a mess. The stream was stained with minerals from their assaying. Piles of metal drums containing noxious chemicals were scattered around, leaking on to the ground carelessly.

Chloe whispered in my ear: "You told me they were planet plunderers, Derek, but I didn't expect this much damage so soon. They've ruined more land in a couple of days than our whole population would do in a year."

"This is only the beginning," I whispered back. "They're just testing for the mineral deposits. Once they start production they would rip out the forest for miles around and pollute the soil for hundreds of years."

"And you wouldn't?" Chloe hissed at me.

"Mining is destructive. It can be done with respect to the environment and everything can be restored as it was but that costs money. Donald and Hogstock are only interested in making profits and then moving on. My company is concerned about the longer term. We want to be welcome and work with local people over generations, not for a few months of ripping out the more valuable deposits and moving on to the next planet."

"So what have they found? Can you tell?"

"I have a good idea. I'll need to get closer. Stay here..."

Chloe reached out a hand and patted my shoulder.

"Don't be long."

I crawled through the undergrowth until I reached a pit where they had been digging. I collected a few samples from the side of the pit and crawled back to Chloe. I checked the samples with the instruments from my backpack. The indications were enough to show that there was a rich seam of bauxite. I put my finger to my lips and motioned that we should move away.

Once we were about half a mile from their camp I sat down.

"This is bauxite. It needs massive energy supplies for the deposit to be worthwhile using. That might mean a nuclear power plant..."

"Here? That's monstrous!" Chloe exploded.

"That wouldn't bother them. It would concern me and my company. Where else have they been?"

"The other geology team are about twenty miles away. We'll join them."

When we arrived at the Tripletit geologists' camp I was hugged by all dozen women. The hunting weekend had affected all of them even though they were a long way from human males. As we talked I was passed from one woman to another and wrapped in her body before she reluctantly released me to go to a colleague. It took a long time for the full story to be told, perhaps longer than it should have done because every woman wanted to hug me. Sometimes I had to struggle to ask a question because a breast was thrusting itself into my mouth.

Donald and Hogstock had assayed at six sites. Two were barren but samples taken by the women showed usable mineral deposits at the other four. Including the bauxite there was enough proven minerals to provide most of Tripletit's needs and probably some for export. The survey had barely touched a small part of the planet within easy reach of the capital. If mineral deposits were as common elsewhere, Tripletit could become a major producer of minerals for this whole galactic sector.

"Chloe, we need to stop Donald and Hogstock claiming the minerals. They already know that Tripletit is worthwhile. How are mineral extraction rights assigned on this planet?"

"We know we need to stop them. We changed the laws recently. Only a Tripletit native can obtain a licence to explore for minerals and only a Tripletit company can have a concession to extract minerals."

"Donald and Hogstock must know that. Would anyone work with them? Anyone native to Tripletit?"

"I hope not, but we aren't immune to the temptations of wealth."

"Then we need to forestall them. We need a Tripletit company to get exclusive rights for the whole planet - NOW!"

"I agree, Derek. The legislation allows for the first licences to be applied for in our April."

"When in April? It's April next month, Chloe."

"I'd have to check. It's probably on Tripletit Day, our Earth Day. That day is often used for the start of new regulations."

"We need to know exactly when and get the application in first."

"OK. We need to stay here overnight because our onagers are tired. We can start in the morning if you are fit enough."

"Fit enough? What do you mean?"

"Derek, there are twelve sexually charged women here who need you tonight. As you know sex with a Tripletit woman does rejuvenate human males but I'm not sure what the effect will be after twelve of them. They need you if they are to continue to work proving mineral deposits. Please? Will you do it for me, for them, and for our planet?"

How could I refuse? Except that Chloe had miscounted. Including her there were thirteen women who wanted to make love to me that night.

That night was bliss. I suckled at twenty-six breasts being very careful to avoid the central ones. I was wrapped in thirteen large firm but yielding bodies and penetrated twenty-six tight clutching pussies. Each time I was released another eager body claimed me. Yet I didn't feel exhausted or used. Every encounter left me full of energy and ready for the next. Chloe was the last. She tricked me. As I was deep in the euphoria produced by her left breast she switched me to her middle breast and I was paralysed lightly. She kept me wrapped in her body's warm embrace as I slept.

In the morning we saddled the onagers and headed back to the grass airstrip. Angry women met us. Joy spoke for them.

"Someone has sabotaged the plane. The control surface connections have been cut and pieces removed. Without spares we cannot take off and we are beyond radio contact."

"When did it happen?" Chloe asked.

"Last night."

"Was no one watching the plane?"

Joy seemed embarrassed. Someone else answered from the back of the group.

"We didn't think it was necessary. No one commits sabotage on Tripletit and..."

"It was the hunting weekend, wasn't it?" Chloe added. "I suppose it can't be helped. Derek and I will make our way by onager and send spares as soon as we are in radio contact. Come on, Derek, we've got to move now if we are going to get to the capital by Tripletit day."

We left within the hour. Five hundred miles by onager could just be done in time if nothing went wrong.

That day, the night and the following morning were difficult for me. My muscles weren't adapted to riding an onager all day. Chloe's lovemaking only revived me but I was getting aches and pains in muscles I didn't know I had. The second night Chloe let me sleep longer in the morning. That was a mistake.

My onager reared as I came close and tried to attack me. Chloe pushed it away just in time.

"What? Why?" I spluttered.

"I should have thought," Chloe said. "You smell like a human not like someone from Tripletit."

She laughed. "We'll have to adjourn while we make love. Then your onager will accept you again."

So we did. She wrapped my naked body inside hers and made love quickly. A quarter of an hour later I could approach and mount my onager. It began to get restless under me as evening approached so we stopped for the night.

The next day we made love in the middle of the day. The onager gave me no more trouble.

So we went on. At the end of each day Chloe would claim me and keep me wrapped in her body all night. About the middle of each day she would wrap me again. The journey seemed endless but Chloe's lovemaking was delightful.

Eventually we came within radio distance. Chloe ordered spares to be flown to the airstrip but there was nowhere short of the capital that a plane could land so we had to continue by onager. Chloe had also asked Rhonda to set up a Tripletit registered company to extract minerals so that it would be ready to apply for a licence on Tripletit Day

We reached the outskirts of the capital on the evening before Tripletit Day. We stabled the onagers and continued to my hotel by taxi. Chloe left me to have a much-needed bath while she went to meet Rhonda.

I had just finished my bath when there was a knock at my room's door. Wrapped in a bathrobe I opened the door. A rush of women in dark blue uniforms overpowered me. Why? One Tripletit woman is enough to capture the strongest human male. Pressed against a uniformed breast I heard the leader say:

"Mr Trelawney. You are under arrest for activities prejudicial to Tripletit's interests. You do not have to say anything..."

I didn't hear the rest. The blue uniform had been undone and my mouth had been filled with a central breast. Fingers pinched my nose shut so that I had to open my mouth and receive the paralysing milk. As the word "anything" entered my brain I became unconscious...

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I woke up to find myself strapped down to a couch in what appeared to be an executive's office. I could see a large desk with a high-backed chair. The occupant had her back to me and was speaking to someone on an intercom. I tried to listen but I couldn't stop a groan as my muscles protested at their tight bonds. The woman stopped speaking and swung her chair. I had never seen her before.

"Good morning, Mr Trelawney," she said. "I'm sorry about your predicament but you have been interfering. I'm Sandra Sallysdaughter, Minister of Natural Resources. Your arrest will be cancelled as a mistake and there will be no record of it ever happening. Unfortunately there will be no record of you either. You apparently left your hotel last night and didn't return."

"Why? How did I interfere? With what?" I gabbled.

"Why? Because a Minister's salary isn't wealth on Tripletit. How did you interfere? By exposing Donald and Hogstock before their nominee, me, had obtained a licence to extract minerals. With what? That should be 'With whom?'. You and your friends used geology students to spy on our activities. They will be silenced or will face expulsion from Tripletit. For a Tripletit woman that is an almost certain death sentence. We are compulsively gregarious."

As she was speaking she walked over to me opening the top of her dress.

"The question you didn't ask was 'How will you disappear?'. That is simple. I'll unbirth you and you'll vanish."

Sandra forced her central breast into my mouth. I tried to bite but her fingers held my teeth apart as her paralysing milk trickled down my throat. As I slumped into unconsciousness I felt Sandra unfastening the straps that held me to the couch.

Chloe told me what happened next. She and a group of students burst into the Minister's office just as Sandra had engulfed me from toes to chest. By Tripletit custom and law once a man's neck is surrounded there is no reprieve from total engulfment by a woman. Even before then the process can only be halted by another woman claiming prior ownership. Chloe did that for me. She claimed me as her own and insisted that Sandra release me.
Sandra had arranged the fake arrest so that I couldn't make a licence application before Donald and Hogstock did. She had miscalculated. Rhonda made the application as soon as it was possible. My company was listed as consultants with no stake at all in the licence. Sandra's application would have been rejected because Donald and Hogstock held forty-nine percent of the shares. No off-planet ownership was allowed by the legislation.

Sandra lost her ministerial post but suffered no other penalty. She claimed Tripletit Day's customs as justification for attempting to engulf me.

My company, together with the Tripletit owned licensees, managed to set up an environmentally friendly mining organisation that increased the wealth and trading status of Tripletit over the next twenty years.

As for me? Chloe had claimed me publicly. That is the equivalent of a marriage declaration and on Tripletit Day no unattached man is allowed to refuse. I wouldn't have wanted to. By the end of Tripletit Day Chloe had shown me that willing and unparalysed engulfment is the most intense sexual experience that a human male and a Tripletit female can have.

Her pussy gradually sucked me in. Chloe paused at every stage. When I was inside her up to my thighs I thought that it couldn't get to be more intense. I was wrong. I was screaming with delight as my hips and hands were slowly sucked into her. Chloe's hand stifled my noise as she swallowed my torso and arms above the elbows. She stood up and walked around when my whole body was encased in hers with just my head outside. Teasingly she dressed herself in a long slip and floor length dress so that all I could see was her long legs moving beneath me as she moved.

I held my breath as she swallowed my head. That first time I was completely enclosed only for about ten seconds at a time. After years of practice I can now hold my breath for a minute and move beyond her cervix right into her accommodating womb. I have never regretted being claimed by Chloe.

Now she wants to claim me again and swallow me right inside her body. Why?

Because it's Tripletit Day again. We saved the planet from rape by an unscrupulous mining company. I can't save myself from rampantly sexual Tripletit women on Tripletit Day but Chloe can. If I'm inside Chloe I'm safe...

When are you coming to Tripletit? The planet is still unspoilt. Tripletit Day is an unmatched experience for a willing human male. The women are very accommodating...

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Tripletit 03: Journey To The Planet

This part is set ten years after Tripletit 02.

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I came to Tripletit as one of several mining experts seconded from Derek Trelawney's company to work with the Tripletit mining exploration company, set up as told in Tripletit 02: Saving The Planet".

I'm red-headed with a fair skin and burn easily in strong sunlight. Although highly qualified academically with considerable field experience, perhaps my most useful attribute is my size. I'm a small man descended from generations of small Cornish miners. My size means that I can get into places that larger people can't. I'm a caver and tunneller.

The women on Tripletit are much larger than ordinary men. To most men, Tripletit females are giantesses and the men have to look upwards to see their triple breasts. My head reaches a Tripletit woman's waist. I had been close to one, Shona, for several months as one of her tutors while she was studying geology on Earth.

As Shona's tutor we had kept our relationship formal, although we had talked about Tripletit on many occasions since I would be going there. Those conversations had been between equals instead of tutor and graduate student. I admit it. I enjoyed being with Shona.

Shona, as the only Tripletit woman on the space trip, was a significant part of the briefing on the voyage. Most of it I already knew from our long talks on Earth, but it was interesting to hear the formal warnings, and the detail about customs and traditions on Tripletit. The briefing was extensive. Why not? We had time to spare while on the way.

What it emphasised, that Shona had not, was the real need for me to have a Tripletit woman as a lover and protector. Shona called me aside afterwards.

"Mr Trewartha?" Shona said.

"Please call me Ricky," I asked. "I've finished being your tutor. We are equals now, and I hope can meet as friends."

"OK, Ricky, friend," Shona replied, "I think I need to warn you that you could find our customs even more difficult than the rest of the group."

"I could?"

"I'm not sure how to put this," Shona seemed embarrassed, "could we talk somewhere more private?"

"Sure. My place or yours?" I joked.

"Mine."

Shona sounded serious.

"If that's what you think is best," I replied.

"It is. Your place wouldn't be equipped for someone my size. Come on."

She took my hand and led me away to the lifts. I felt like a toddler beside her.

In her room all the furniture was twice normal size. She picked me up and put me on her bed. I sat cross-legged in the middle as she sat on the edge.

"Ricky, you are smaller than most men who go to Tripletit."

"I'm smaller than most men anywhere," I replied.

"But on Tripletit you will be the smallest."

"Is that bad?"

"It might be. It depends on how you react to the women, and how they react to you. You see, our men are about your size or slightly larger. For reasons I won't go in to, smallness in our men is a highly desirable feature. The smallest men are the ones most sought after. You'll have almost as many women chasing you as a male pop star here - perhaps more."

"Is there something wrong with that?"

Shona rubbed her chin. She looked away from me.

"Come on. Tell me. That's why I'm here."

"I haven't been completely honest with you, Ricky. I could have told you downstairs but..."

"But?" I prompted.

"But I'm a Tripletit woman. I'm away from my planet. I've been away for months and we are gregarious. That has been difficult enough to deal with. But now? I'm with the most attractive human I've ever met and I've been tempted over and over again while he was my tutor. But I couldn't... You've said you're my friend. That makes it harder."

I stood up and walked across the bed to Shona. I put an arm around her shoulder. She swung me to her lap so that we were face to face. I kissed her. She kissed me back and then pulled away.

"Are you sure you know what you are doing, Ricky?"

"Yes, Shona. You are lonely and unhappy. You've told us that Tripletit woman need to make love and will help any human in distress. If I can do the same for you?"

"Yes," Shona whispered. "You could."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

"You to get undressed?"

We giggled. I stripped as quickly as I could. Shona unfastened the buttons on the front of her dress and pulled it open. She unclipped her triple-cupped bra - I didn't see how and that's something I'll have to learn - and let her breasts free. I could see the difference between her central breast, smaller and pinker but still massive, and her larger left and right breasts. She eased my head towards her left breast which was already showing beads of liquid. I opened my mouth.

How can I describe that first taste of Tripletit milk? It was creamy, of course, but with a distinctive taste that is nothing like any other milk. The taste, although delightful, is nothing compared to the effect of the euphoria produced by it. I snuggled closer and barely noticed as Shona swung her legs up to the bed. She rested my body against her right side as she hinged in the middle, wrapping me wholly within her body. A hand eased my erection into her left slit.

From then on I was a passive participant. I could feel that Shona was holding back. Her body wanted to hammer at me, clamping me ruthlessly between her two outer breasts, with her hips scissoring me, banging my erection deep. She restrained her movements so that they were firm but gentle until she reached her first orgasm.

I too held back. It was difficult but I didn't ejaculate during her first orgasm. I held on until her third. Afterwards I slumped in her warm soft embrace still sucking her breast. Within a very few minutes I was ready again, far faster than I had ever managed with a human woman.

Our coupling lasted for five hours. At the end I felt drained but reinvigorated. I felt more alive than I had done for years even if I couldn't have produced another ejaculation to save my life.

"You need some rest," I heard Shona say from a long way away. "Take this."

I didn't resist as she switched me to her middle breast. After a couple of swallows my muscles relaxed into uselessness. A few seconds later I was sound asleep.

When I woke up I was still in Shona's cabin, swaddled tightly in a large sheet. I presume she had picked me up and wrapped the sheet tightly. I had to struggle for ten minutes or so before I could free myself.

I felt incredibly fit and active. I ran on the spot. I did hundreds of press-ups much faster than I had ever done before. I was doing one-handed press-ups when Shona returned, carrying a covered tray.

"Why...?" I started to say.

"Why did I wrap you up?" she continued.

I nodded.

"It was for your own protection. If a man falls asleep after making love to a woman from Tripletit, when he wakes up he will feel like violent exercise but his coordination will be poor for the first quarter of an hour or so. You could have injured yourself. By the time you had extricated yourself from the sheet, your coordination would have recovered to normal."

"But I didn't fall asleep!" I protested. "You paralysed me with..."

"I know. I wanted to keep you for myself, for a while. After sucking at my middle tit, the lack of coordination is even worse than just going to sleep."

"I should be annoyed."

"You're not, Ricky?"

"No. The sex was wonderful, unlike anything I've ever experienced."

"It should be. We Tripletit women are famous for it. I've brought lunch for us because we need to talk before we rejoin the rest of the passengers."

"Only talk, Shona?"

"Well, perhaps that as well, but we eat first."

Over lunch we talked about the planet Tripletit and the work I expected to do there. Shona had been on a year's postgraduate course in geological exploration, off-planet because Tripletit had few experienced geologists. My qualifications and experience were much greater than any Tripletit woman's and comparable to the best qualified man working there. Shona wanted to work with me, if that was possible.

She was employed by Derek Trelawney's company and her course had been sponsored by them. I had been working as a tutor while my body recovered from an accident. I was a consultant for the company, sent to Tripletit to assess mineral deposits in a cave system. I might be able to ask for Shona to be assigned as part of my team because I would need local staff.

After the meal we rejoined the rest of the passengers in the public rooms. We stayed together for most of the afternoon, sat together at dinner and went to our own cabins that night. But we had agreed to meet for breakfast.

We spent the next few days together. We made love at least once each day and every time I had to spend a couple of hours in the ship's gym working off the energy I had gained.

At one breakfast Shona expressed some concern about my skin colouring.

"Ricky, you know we will be arriving in Tripletit's summer, don't you?"

"Yes. I understand that we will land just as the hottest season begins."

"But Tripletit's summer sunlight is dangerous for humans. With your fair skin..."

"...I'll burn easily. I know. But I'll be underground most of the working day."

"Even we natives have to cover up during high summer. We have customs to protect our resident humans in the heat of the day, all of whom are paired with a Tripletit woman."

"Customs? What customs?"

"We wear long full dresses in summer. If a man needs to go anywhere during the day, especially between about 11 in the morning and 5 in the afternoon, he is carried inside a woman's dress which is opaque to sunlight."

"Carried, Shona? Carried how? Cradled in your arms?"

"No. Our arms are in the sleeves. The man is strapped into a harness that is like a corset. He can face outward, with the back of his head resting on the woman's middle breast, or inward, with that breast filling his mouth..."

"But then he'd be paralysed, wouldn't he?"

"Yes, Ricky, but whichever way he faces, he is completely in the dark. Most men prefer to have the breast."

"There's something else, isn't there, Shona?"

She seemed embarrassed.

"I think we should continue this conversation in private, Ricky. Come on."

I walked beside her to her cabin. She lifted me on to her bed and sat beside me.

"What I didn't want to say in public was that the harness holds the man so that he penetrates her middle slit. He has a sustained erection. Her movement stimulates both of them, and although the man is paralysed he is not unconscious. He has a succession of orgasms as she walks, and is completely unable to stop the coupling until she undresses at their destination."

"And I'd need to be harnessed during most of the day, unless I was underground?"

"Yes. You would have to avoid the sun almost all day. Even morning or evening sunlight could burn your skin badly. Sucking at a woman's left or right breast stops infections, cures existing diseases, regenerates the body and gives far more vitality but cannot heal damaged skin."

"Can damaged skin be healed? Or do I have to be very careful not to damage it?"

"There is a way, but you would need to be married or at least in a long term relationship with a Tripletit woman for her to consider it. I think you would be better to assume that you have to avoid sunlight at all times."

"Even when I arrive on Tripletit?"

"Yes, Ricky. We are scheduled to arrive at 15.00 hours local time. That is the hottest part of the day and the sun is at its strongest. Once out of the space terminal, even in a taxi you would be at risk of sunburn until you get to your hotel. All the other passengers who are first time visitors to Tripletit are attending a conference based at the spaceport's hotel. They will only leave that for an evening tour, so they won't be affected."

"So, how do most male travellers get to their hotels? Do they take an underground train? Are there any?"

"No underground trains. Our cities are not that congested that we need to go underground. What travellers usually do is hire a professional porter. She would carry them to their hotel. For an additional fee she would probably provide an introduction to sex on Tripletit. It is a very popular addition because apart from being enjoyable it cures all existing infections or illnesses, removes space flight tiredness and gives the traveller far more energy."

"That sounds sensible. How do I hire one?"

"You wouldn't need to, Ricky. I could take you - free."

"Are you sure? I wouldn't want to impose on our relationship, Shona."

"It wouldn't be an imposition. I'd like to. It will also stop you being mobbed by Tripletit females. You are going to be in demand as the smallest human male ever seen on Tripletit."

"But I've come to work, not to be a sex star. How can I avoid..."

"You won't be able to avoid it. You'll have to live with it, Ricky. You could be on demand on chat shows, at media events... You'll get invited everywhere."

"But..."

My words were stopped as Shona picked me up and kissed me. I relaxed into her arms. She was making sure that I was really enjoying the journey to Tripletit.

As our lips parted, Shona said:

"How about using the ship's gym?"

"Why?"

"I think you need a break before..."

"Before what?"

"More acclimatisation to Tripletit's customs, Ricky."

"If you think so, Shona."

"I do. I'll watch. I think you'll surprise yourself."

I did. Over the few days I had achieved more than my personal best on all the apparatus I used. Shona was amused at my delight in my improved performance.

"That's what I can do to you during this trip, Ricky. Imagine what a few weeks on Tripletit might do."

I was thinking that I would need my improved stamina to survive a few weeks on Tripletit.

We stopped for a coffee and then, after I'd had a quick shower, we returned to her cabin.

"I'd like to talk, first," I insisted.

"OK, Ricky, we have plenty of time, days in fact before the ship arrives."

"You said that the locals don't call Tripletit, Tripletit. Why not? What do they call it?"

"Tripletit is slightly rude. We accept that the rest of the universe calls our planet Tripletit..."

Shona thrust her triple breasts against her clothing.

"...and we know why, but we prefer our own word which translates as 'mother earth'. Technically we live on Tri-Beta Arcturus Seven, or Trib for short. We understand that newcomers will refer to Tripletit, but it grates slightly on our sensibilities. Calling it 'Trib' is more polite."

"Thank you for that explanation. I'll try to remember to say 'Trib'. I have another question."

"Yes?"

"I'm employed by Derek Trelawney's company and I'm on loan to the Trib company. That company is not part of the Trelawney company at all, is it?"

"No. Our laws don't allow off-planet companies, or even subsidiaries of off-planet companies, to employ local people on Trib. I'm employed by Tri-Beta A7 Minerals, a wholly Trib-owned company. It is associated with, and works with, the Trelawney company but pays Trelawney for all the services they provide, including you, on loan from them. You won't be an employee of Tri-Beta A7 Minerals. You'll be a consultant and Trelawney will pay you, not the local company."

"Do you know what my status might be in Tri-Beta A7? Will I be a worker ordered about by everyone?"

"Certainly not! Apart from safety rules which everyone has to follow, you will be an independent agent, and as an off-planet consultant, you would report only to Tri-Beta's board that could make suggestions to you, but not give you orders. The only person on Trib who could give you orders is Derek Trelawney..."

"He's on Trib?"

"Of course. He lives here, with his wife Chloe. He runs the Trelawney company from here. He travels off-planet a lot, but his home is here. Which reminds me. Your name is Ricky Trewartha. His surname is Trelawney. They sound similar. Are you related?"

"It's unlikely. Although we are both descended from Cornish miners who left Cornwall in the 19th Century. Many Cornish people have names starting with 'Tre'. If we are related, it is such a distant relationship as to be meaningless."

"OK. But you know Derek, don't you?"

"I won't say I know him. I've met him a couple of times at company events. He specifically asked for me to come to Trib. He didn't say why but the terms he offered were too good to refuse."

"Refuse? That reminds me, Ricky. You haven't said yes or no to my offer to carry you to your hotel."

"I'm slightly embarrassed, Shona. I know we've made love, but being helplessly strapped to you like a baby seems..."

"You're not a baby. You're a mature adult man. You have demonstrated that. You are a small example, the smallest I ever met, but not that small where it matters. Let me put it this way. Would you prefer to be carried by me, a friend that you have made love with, or by a complete stranger?"

"If I have to be protected..."

"You do."

"Then I accept your invitation. I'd like to know exactly what's involved before we arrive. Is that possible?"

"That's a good idea."

Shona stood up, walked a couple of steps and opened her suitcase. She struggled with the contents for a few seconds and came back with a long dress draped over her arm.

"I'll have to change," she said. "Turn your back, please Ricky."
"If I must..."

"I don't want you to see the harness before we use it. If you were to use a professional porter you wouldn't see anything until you were clamped in it. That is what I am trying to reproduce. You can turn round now."

Her dress looked nearly the same as the clothes I had seen her wearing so far. She twirled in front of me. There was a difference. A large hood hung down her back.

"Come here and stand with your back to me, please Ricky. I'll show you the facing-out version first."

I stood.

Her hands lifted me upwards into near darkness inside her dress. There were a couple of clicks and I was suspended with my back against her warm soft skin. Her middle breast was resting lightly on top of my head. The dress seemed to push me hard against her. There was a slither, followed by a thud as her dress hem fell to the floor. Was the hem weighted?

The darkness was total, just like being deep in a cave system. Shona walked around the cabin, only a few steps each way. As she moved I was pushed harder against her body. My arms and legs were sheathed in the harness. I couldn't move them except to twitch my muscles. It wasn't a pleasant sensation being deprived of sight and voluntary movement. A few minutes would be bearable, but half an hour or so to get from the airport to a hotel? That would be very annoying.

"That is what it would feel like with a professional porter." I heard Shona say through the lightproof material covering me. "It is against their regulations to use their central breast to paralyse their customer. Some might do it if paid well enough, but they shouldn't. That is why Trib women almost always meet their human partners at the airport in summer. They can greet them and give the men a pleasant ride to wherever they need to go."

Shona lifted her dress slightly. I was aware of a faint glimmer of light below me. Her hands raised me, there were sounds of a couple more clicks and my mouth was opposite her naked central breast. The dress fell to the floor again plunging me back into complete darkness. Shona's dress forcefully pushed my head against her breast. Was it designed to do that? I couldn't resist the pressure. I opened my mouth. Warm milk flooded in. I swallowed and...

I woke up on Shona's bed, tightly wrapped again. I glanced at the clock. I had lost two hours. She had changed her dress. The sun-proof dress was hanging on the door.

"Good afternoon, Ricky," Shona said. "While you were out cold I took you around the public areas of the ship three times. No one noticed that I was carrying you. A Trib woman might have guessed but you are invisible when harnessed."

"Thank you, Shona," I said. "But one thing I don't understand. I thought the middle breast induced paralysis of the larger muscles, not unconsciousness. I went under as if I had been pumped full of anaesthetic. Why?"

"Trib women have the ability to produce two types of milk from their middle breast. The easiest one is that which produces paralysis. It takes a slight effort and practice, to change to producing instant unconsciousness. That is usually a change as part of the hunting season, when Trib women are chasing and capturing Trib men.

When the men were only paralysed, they were scared stiff. They knew that being captured by a woman ended in death. Some even died of a heart attack before the woman was impregnated. The men were literally scared to death. Now that we don't need to kill them to become pregnant, it is kinder to make them unconscious. When they wake up again, the woman has gone. It will take generations before the Trib men lose their fear of women in the hunting season."

"It was certainly easier to endure than being conscious and straight-jacketed in darkness."

"I'm sorry you were out so long, Ricky. Today is the first time I've tried to produce that milk. I gave you too little the first time, and far too much this time."

"You could try again, Shona. We have a few days travelling left."

"If you want me too, I will."

"Please, Shona. I don't want to be strapped to a stranger, nor carried in darkness while conscious. But I'd prefer to wake up soon after reaching the hotel."

"I'll see if I can do that. But if the worst happens and you wake up between the spaceport and the hotel, all you need to do is open your mouth and suck."

"One thing bothers me, Shona."

"And that is?"

"If we keep practising, isn't someone going to notice that one of the passengers is missing? Me?"

Shona laughed.

"I think they'll guess where you are. Do you know why I picked you out after the lecture?"

"No. Unless it's because I'm so small."

"You are the only passenger on his first trip to Trib. There are some men who are attending a conference while the spaceship is serviced. They won't go beyond the terminal except for a tour at dusk. All the men who are disembarking are returning to Trib, to the women who have claimed them. They came to my lecture just to relieve the boredom of the voyage. They already know what Trib is like, and they have met triple tits before. I remind them of what they're missing."

"And they're jealous of me?"

"Um. Two aren't. When we were in the departure hall, two of them had head colds. The spaceship captain didn't want to take them because a cold could spread. I offered to cure them."

"How, Shona?"

"Tripletit milk cures almost everything. No man on Trib has any disease, viruses, or anything wrong with their health. So I took them into the disabled toilets one after the other, and gave them some of my milk. Not as I did to you. I just pulled out a tit and let them suck for a few seconds."

"So that's why I feel better, Shona?"

"Of course. We can't cure everything with breast milk, but that and lovemaking together can work wonders, Ricky."

"It hasn't worked on my back."

"Your back?"

"A year ago I was caught by a mine cave-in. I survived, but the skin on my back was damaged. It is still scarred and sometimes the scarring splits..."

"Show me!" Shona ordered.

I stripped to the waist and turned my back to her.

"Ouch!" Shona said. "That looks bad. If I had known..."

"But your milk can't mend skin."

"No. But... You can't work on Trib with damaged skin like that. Even Spring and Autumn sun would really irritate that unless you wore such heavy protective clothing that it would impede your movements."

"I wondered why men couldn't wear sun-proof clothing."

Shona pointed at the dress hanging on the door.

"Try to lift that dress, Ricky."

"I can't reach the hook, Shona."

"You won't have to. Just try lifting the hem a couple of feet."

I walked to the door and grabbed the hem with my right hand. The dress twitched. I used both hands. Using my full effort I could raise the hem six inches.

"What's it made of?" I asked. "Lead?"

"Not lead but a special material. We Trib women can wear it because we are so large and strong. Any male protective clothing that would be effective in Trib's sunlight would make it impossible for the man to stand up, and completely unable to walk. My shoulders take almost all the weight. All you have to endure is the inward pressure."

"Even that was hard. When I was facing you I couldn't pull my head from your breast."

"I know. Let me show you something. Lie face down on my bed, as you are. I'll avoid your back."

Shona lifted the dress down. Even for her it was an obvious effort. She spread the skirt so that she had one layer of material in her hands. She carefully placed that single layer from my thighs down to my feet. I was flattened into the mattress. I couldn't move my legs at all. After a few seconds she removed it. That was a relief.

Shona hung the dress back on the door.

"If we hadn't been due back on Trib in high summer, I wouldn't have brought that dress. I have to pay extra freight for the weight. Next time I'll leave it at home and wait at the terminal until dusk. But then I couldn't carry you to your hotel."

Shona pulled me to a sitting position facing her. She looked at me intently. Why?

"Ricky. Do you like me, as me? Or just because I'm the first Trib woman you've met?"

"You're not."

"I'm not? Not what?"

"Not the first Trib woman I've met. I have met a dozen or more, Shona. I have had to work with them on Earth. If I hadn't, I wouldn't be on my way to Trib."

"Did any of them..."

"No. Yours is the first Trib breast milk I've drunk. While I liked them, respected them for their courage in journeying to Earth, I wasn't attracted to them sexually. They were just far too large for a titch like me, and anyway they already had male partners."

"Would you...?" She was obviously embarrassed.

"Would I what, Shona?"

"No. Not now. Let's have a meal first while I think about whether I should ask that question, if at all."

I accepted that even if I didn't wholly understand.

We spent the next few hours in the public rooms talking about Trib and specifically about mineral exploration. I began to get an idea of why I was needed. There was a cave system near the capital. The tunnels were far too small to be explored by Trib women, but the caves were known to be extensive. Searching them for traces of minerals could avoid test drilling, or show where test drilling could be more productive.

After the evening meal Shona suddenly stood up.

"Come on, Ricky!" She ordered. "We need to settle something and now."

We went back to her cabin, back to sitting on her bed.

"Show me your back again, Ricky, please."

I stripped to my waist again. Shona picked me up and sat me on her knees, pulling my head against her clothed breasts.

"Just listen to me for a few minutes, please Ricky."

"OK."

"I am torn. I want you. But why do I want you? Is it because you are the smallest man I know? Or is it because you are Ricky Trewartha? I know you are attracted to me. Is that because I am the first Trib woman who has made love to you, or because I am Shona? Those questions are important. I think that the answers will be what I hope they are, but we won't really know until we have been on Trib for a few weeks or months. Can you follow what I'm saying, Ricky?"

"Yes, Shona. And I can give you an answer from me."

"You can?"

"Yes. I want Shona, because she is Shona. She may be a Trib woman who has made love to me, but she is a great companion, someone I have been close to but unable to touch for months, someone I want to be with for as long as possible. Does that answer help you?"

Shona's arms, already cradling me, squeezed me gently.

"Yes, Ricky. It does. But what I want to do... Do I want to do it because I can? Or because I want Ricky Trewartha?"

"What do you want to do, Shona?"

"Heal your back."

"Heal my back? But your breast milk can't do that."

"There is a way, Ricky, but..."

"But what?"

"It is only possible between people who are married or at least engaged. Almost any Trib woman would give her breast to a man in distress. Almost any Trib woman would let him penetrate her left or right slit and have great sex. We can't get pregnant that way. We don't see it as much more than Earth people would see a kiss on the cheek or a hug between friends. But..."

Shona's hand stroked my hair.

"What I want to do with you needs a commitment from both of us, your complete trust in me, and self control by me. The ultimate end of what I want to do would be fatal to you, if I didn't control my natural urges. Do you understand?"

"No, Shona. I don't understand completely. But if you want me to answer the question 'Do I trust Shona with my life?' then my answer is 'Yes.' If you want me to answer the question 'Do I want to spend my life with Shona' then again my answer is 'Yes'. I would look ridiculous going down on bended knee because I am short enough already, but I am going to ask you this question..."

I paused. I turned so that I was looking into Shona's face that showed a hint of a smile.

"Shona. Will you marry me? Please?"

Her arms pulled me close to her breasts. I could feel the tension between the fierce hug she wanted to give me, and her conscious effort to keep the hug within the limits my body could take.

I wanted to hear her answer but I couldn't speak, smothered by her breasts.

"Yes, Ricky Trewartha. I will marry you."

She opened her arms enough to let me see her smile and two tears rolling down her cheeks.

"When?" I asked. "When will you marry me, Shona?"

"When do you want to get married, Ricky?"

"Now?"

"Now!" I had startled her.

"Why not? We're on a spaceship. The Captain has the power to conduct marriages."

"Ricky." Shona's tone was serious. "How carefully did you listen to the lecture about Trib customs, especially marriage between Trib women and Earthmen?"

"I paid attention, but no more than to other parts of the briefing."

"The institution of marriage is only a few decades old on Trib. Until we had contact with Earth we had no need for marriage. A Trib woman hunted and caught a man, used him, he died and the woman was pregnant. We had relationships, sometimes for years, but an Earthman could not make a Trib woman pregnant without dying as immediately after a successful impregnation, or even after an unsuccessful attempt.

He could have mind-blowing sex with his partner, or with other women, but couldn't normally make them pregnant, no matter what they did together. Only the Trib woman could decide that she wanted to be pregnant and sacrifice the man to make that happen."

"Ouch! That IS a poor basis for a marriage."

"It changed when a man found a way to make a Trib woman pregnant and survive the experience. It requires the man to have complete trust in the Trib woman, and for her to exercise control over her hereditary instincts. Now marriage is possible, but on Trib terms. A marriage between a Trib woman and an Earthman is what you might call an 'open' marriage.

She can offer a breast and sex to any Earthman. If he accepts it is not seen as anything more than a kiss on a cheek would be regarded on Earth - a friendly greeting, no more than that.

He can accept a breast and sex from any Trib woman. He shouldn't actively seek sex from another woman but if he does, it is accepted as a minor matter as long as it isn't several times from the SAME woman. That might end the marriage.

But the marriages are temporary, dissolvable by mutual consent at any time. They only have meaning on Trib. If the Earthman leaves Trib, the marriage can end, or if he is intending to return, suspended. It can be renewed on his return or forgotten about if the partners have moved on. There are no recriminations at the end of a marriage. A marriage on Trib has no financial consequences. Each partner is expected to support themselves and if they share an apartment, they share the bills as if they were flatmates, not married."

"Shona. We on Earth have a very old expression that applies to travellers between cultures. It starts 'When in Rome...'. Have you heard of it?"

"No, Ricky. And I don't understand why you need to ask that."

"It's important to this discussion and to us. I'll explain. The full expression is 'When in Rome, do as the Romans do: when not in Rome, do as the locals do.' You have been following that advice when on Earth."

"I have? I don't think I did."

"Milk from your breasts heals most illnesses. Yes?"

Shona nodded.

"It is part of your culture on Trib that any woman seeing an Earthman in distress would offer him her breast or sex?"

"You know it is."

"When you were on Earth, there were many men around you with illnesses, worried, hurt, unhappy... You didn't offer them a breast. Why not?"

"Oh! I see your point, Ricky. I wasn't on Trib, so Trib's customs didn't apply. I couldn't physically offer my breast to every man I met on Earth so I offered it to none. It wasn't an Earth custom."

"Exactly. What I am getting at is that a marriage on Trib between an Earthman and a Trib woman is governed by the customs of the planet. But we're not on Trib, are we?"

"No. We'll be there in a couple of days, but we're on a space ship."

"And what culture do the people on this space ship observe?"

"A sort of Earth culture, modified because we are crammed together in a small space. We're more friendly, more polite to each other, and more tolerant."

"But this is an Earth space ship. We are on it. I, an Earthman, have asked you, a Trib Woman, to marry me and to my delight, you have accepted me."

Shona squeezed me gently.

"Yes, you did and I have."

"On a ship governed by Earth culture. I have offered and you have accepted a marriage by the laws of Earth, not Trib. For life. 'For richer for poorer, till death do us part'. Are you prepared to marry 'When in Rome' Shona? For life? Because that's what I want."

Shona was stunned. She sat still for a minute or so.

"Ricky, is that what you offered when you asked me to marry you?" She sounded shocked.

"Yes, if you'll have me."

"But we'll be living and working on Trib. What then?"

"When in Rome still applies. On Trib we will observe the local customs. But if and when we leave Trib, we'll still be married for life. Do you want to reconsider your answer, Shona?"

I held my breath, almost unable to bear the tension as Shona hesitated. She didn't take long but it felt as if time had stopped.

"Yes, Ricky," she said slowly. "I want to marry you under Earth customs, to have and to hold," Her arms squeezed me against her breasts, "and all the rest - for life."

"Thank you, Shona. When?"

"Now is good. How?"

"We go to the ship's purser, explain what we want, and he will make an appointment with the captain."

It wasn't as easy as that. It was the first marriage the captain had ever done. He had to consult his captain's manual. The purser found that we had an Anglican minister on board, and he agreed to help the captain.

When we married all the passengers and most of the crew were present as witnesses. Shona and I caused amusement when we entered the assembly room. She was dressed as a bride, with a white veil. I was in my best suit. But she carried me in her arms, up the aisle between the congregation. I was totally covered by her veil. She lifted her veil with one hand, tossed it back over her head and set me down in front of the makeshift altar.

The service followed the traditional Church of England form, with hymns and prayers. The Groom and Bride exchanged vows and rings. The rings were stainless steel painted gold and had been made for us by the ship's engineering staff. We would get gold rings on Trib, but those makeshift rings would always be our 'real' wedding rings and treasured by us.

The wedding reception included the bride being kissed by every man present. The engineer had made a ramp up which the men processed to get high enough to kiss Shona. The passengers and crew had given us an embarrassing amount of presents from the limited resources on board.

At the end of the ceremony Shona picked me up and slung me over her shoulder with my head swathed by her veil. She carried me over the threshold of her cabin.

Shona set me down on her familiar bed. She unpinned her veil and threw it aside.

"Husband Ricky," she said. "Please strip. I will keep my wedding dress on, but will you please undo the lacing at the back so that it is loose as possible."

I stripped and unfastening the lacing on her dress. Shona pulled the bodice down and exposed her braless breasts. She lifted the bridal dress's skirt. She lifted me to her left breast, eased my erection into her left slit and we made love for hours.

Despite the energy given by her milk, I was exhausted.

"You do trust me, Ricky, don't you?" Shona asked.

"Of course I trust my wife," I replied.

"Then I am going to start healing the skin on your back. You are going to find out what the middle slit does."
Shona moved me slightly. I thought she would try to put my slack erection in the middle slit. She didn't. She turned me, held my ankles together and pushed my feet inside her. I felt the warm slipperiness gradually move up my calves, my thighs, and a pause as her slit expanded to accommodate my hips.

"Put your arms by your sides, Ricky, and let them go in, please?"

I complied. Once past my hips my body was sliding into her much faster. She shifted herself slightly as my shoulders entered. The opening closed gently around my neck with my shoulders held by her muscles.

"I'm standing up now. Just relax."

Shona stood up. The white skirt fell to her ankles. My head was dangling between her legs with her silk petticoat slithering over my face as she paced around the cabin. Sometimes I could see her white nylon covered legs moved around and below me. I felt owned, held in an impossibly total embrace, not penetrating Shona but engulfed by her, surrounded by her love.

Despite my inverted position I felt very comfortable as if I was floating in a warm sea.

"This is the difficult part, Ricky," I heard Shona say through the layers of petticoats and satin swathing my head. "Hold your breath. It won't be for more than a few seconds. Ready?"

"Ready," I answered.

Even so I was shocked as Shona's muscles suddenly contracted and my head vanished inside her. I was aware of a pink membrane sliding past my face, turning into a darker red, and then all light being cut off. Beyond the top of my head her slit closed firmly behind me, sealing me inside Shona.

I was Shona's. She had taken my whole body and engulfed it totally. Unless she released me soon, I would suffocate inside her womb. After no more than thirty seconds I felt pressure around me. Within a few seconds my head was crowning, then my nose was in air, still deep inside her clothing, but able to breathe. My mouth and chin followed. The process stopped again with my shoulders still inside her.

I felt Shona move to sit on the bed. She lifted her skirts and petticoats. I could see her face looking down at my head. It was a loving look tinged with ecstasy. For her this was an ultimate sexual experience. I felt that it could have been for me too if Shona hadn't drained me so effectively beforehand. I wanted to crawl back inside her, or if not, to stay held as I was.

I could see the regret on Shona's face as she tensed her muscles to expel me. I felt a sense of loss too. Our union had been more complete than anything I could have imagined.

As I landed on the bed Shona grabbed the edges of the sheet and wrapped it around me. She wound it so tightly that I was constrained more than I had been when inside her. I could feel that I was covered with her secretions. I must be making a real mess of that sheet.

Shona took a pillowcase and wiped my head dry. She pulled me to her middle breast.

"Suck, Ricky. We need a rest after that."

I sucked. Within seconds I was unconscious.

The next thing I knew was that I was sharing a shower with Shona. She was washing me very effectively. I spluttered as the shower hit my face. She laughed at me. She wrapped me in a large towel, dried me and put me back on the bed. The sheets had been changed. She dried herself and watched me struggle ineffectively to release myself from the towel.

She relented and unwrapped me. We dressed. I looked at the clock. It was nearly time for the evening meal.

"Well, Ricky? Do you want to face everybody, or shall we eat in here?"

"I'm ready to face our public, Shona, if you are."

"Let's go."

When we entered the dining room we were greeted by a storm of applause. We thanked everyone for their presents and their good wishes. There were a few jokes at our expense and a request for speeches from us.

We hadn't had a father of the bride, nor a best man, so we had to do the speeches ourselves. What we said doesn't matter. They didn't care, neither did we. We were happy and they were happy for us.

At the end of the meal we were left alone, drinking coffee.

"What I did to you, Ricky, should have healed the skin on your back," Shona suddenly whispered. "It has made a difference, but the scarring is still visible. I don't know much about the effect on your skin of engulfing you because it is rarely done, and very infrequently mentioned. It is a private matter between consenting adults."

"Even if it has only worked partially, Shona, that's a help," I whispered to her. "I can feel that my back is easier. The skin isn't pulling when I move. I had to be careful not to stretch too much. Now it seems more flexible."

"I'll look at it again tonight. Maybe the effect takes time. Or we might have to repeat the process. Can you face another engulfment?"

"Face? That was wonderful. I'd enjoy it. You would too, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, Ricky. But we have to be careful. If you ejaculate when wholly inside me I'd get pregnant. I don't think we're ready for that. We have work to do."

"I could wear a condom?" I suggested.

"Of course! Why didn't I think of that? We rarely use them on Trib because we can't get pregnant by normal coupling, and engulfing a male is normally done only to produce a baby. Have you got any condoms?"

"In my cabin. I could get more from the ship's shop before we arrive."

"I think you should. Get them from your cabin now, AND stock up from the shop. They are difficult to buy on Trib because so few people need them."

I went to my cabin. The wedding presents were spread on my bed, small in bulk but full of meaning. I found my pack of condoms. Why had I brought a gross of them when they are normally irrelevant on Tripletit?

Back in Shona's cabin she asked to look at my back again. I stripped to the waist. She ran her fingers gently over the scarring and then pressed firmly. I could sense that there was significant improvement. I would have screamed if she had done that yesterday.

"This is our wedding night, Ricky. You are going to be well fucked and I'm going to swallow you whole again. This time you will stay inside me, except for your head, for as long as I can endure it. When I can't stand any more, I'll swallow you for a few seconds before pushing you out. But I hope I can keep you wrapped in my body for hours. Finish stripping and put a condom on."

I obeyed. Shona changed into a long white silk nightdress. She positioned herself carefully on the bed before slipping my feet inside her. This time she knew what she was doing. I slid inside her much quicker and couldn't stop myself from becoming instantly erect. When my shoulders were sheathed in her and her pussy had contracted gently around my neck Shona flipped her nightdress down. My face was covered in white silk, warm soft legs caressing my cheeks, and my body was held firmly inside her.

She began to pulse the muscles of her womb in a gentle rhythm. She squeezed me in a whole body hug, relaxed, squeezed again and continued the process. Within minutes both of us were experiencing orgasm after orgasm. She had to brace herself to prevent her body swallowing me at each peak.

After half an hour she stopped, pulled the nightdress' hem up and looked at me.

"Ricky, could you endure going inside every time I reach the top? It only lasts a few seconds, but stopping myself from swallowing you is really difficult."

"I can try. But please remember that I need to breathe. I don't want to die on our wedding night, even if that would be an ideal way to go."

"I think, no, I'm sure you won't. I've been timing the last few peaks. The longest was fifteen seconds. Can we try, please?"

"Yes, Shona," I replied.

The nightdress covered me again. It took a few minutes for us to get back to the rhythm again. I felt Shona's peak approaching and held my breath. My head popped into her almost instantly. I felt as if her lips were kissing my whole face passionately before my head was pushed out as quickly as it had gone in.

A couple of minutes later Shona swallowed my head again, deeper this time. I felt the inside lips of her pussy recede behind me, no longer poised against my scalp. My head was no longer engaged in her hip bones but floating free. If I had curled my body I would have been in real danger.

Despite my fears, I was expelled long before my need to breathe was urgent. I could accept this between normal breathing without having to consciously hold my breath.

The next time I went wholly inside Shona the depth of her love, her ownership of me, overwhelmed me and I came in a massive spurt into the condom. Yet I didn't feel spent. I could do this again and again.

I did. Shona swallowed my head dozens of times. Her movements were becoming easier, as if she was really enjoying what she was doing without having to hold something back each time.

Eventually the rhythm slowed down and she pushed my head out for the last time. We went to sleep with my body still held inside her, my face caressed by her inner thighs and her nightdress.

The cabin lights had come on in daylight mode when I woke up. I moved my head slightly. That woke Shona up. She pushed me out of her body in a very slow sensuous motion as if reluctant to let me go. This time the sheet and her nightdress were slick with her juices as she pulled me to her middle breast and gave me a small amount of milk.

When I woke again I was clean, dry and dressed. Shona had ordered breakfast in the cabin. It arrived as I was still slightly drowsy.

"It worked, Ricky. It worked," Shona said as soon as the door had closed behind the crew member.

"What worked?" I was still not with it.

"Healing your back. Feel it."

I moved my hand under my shirt. There was no irregularity, no scar, nothing but smooth flexible skin.

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "And Wow! again. That is the best medical treatment I've ever had, and the most enjoyable."

"I enjoyed it too. I never knew that I could engulf you wholly time and time again and blow my mind..."

"...and mine."

For the last few days of our journey to Tripletit we behaved as newly-weds on honeymoon are expected to behave. When in public we walked around hand in hand in a blissful daze. When in Shona's cabin we made love for hour after hour. After normal sex I had to compensate by many workouts in the ship's gymnasium while Shona watched me.

A few hours before arrival we had a message from the purser. Please could we talk to him?

He was worried about our status in immigration when we landed. As far as he knew no Trib woman and Earth man had married anywhere but on Trib. What would immigration make of us? He provided us with spare copies of our marriage certificate and a printout of the Captain's rules for marriage on ship, just in case that was necessary.

We were slightly concerned when the immigration official asked us to accompany a senior officer, an Earthman, to a private interview room. There he left us facing three Trib women in Immigration Officers uniforms. From the gold braid on those uniforms they were very senior indeed.

But they were smiling broadly at us.

"Welcome to Trib, your home," One of them said. "We are delighted to greet our first married couple landing as a pair. We knew that Shona was returning, and that Ricky Trewartha was coming for his first visit. We didn't expect to welcome Mr and Mrs Trewartha."

"We wanted to give Mr Trewartha a proper Trib welcome but we hadn't known just how tiny he is. Mrs Trewartha? Do you mind if..."

Shona turned to me, grinning.

"Ricky," she said with a laugh, "When in Rome..."

I knew exactly what I was expected to do. I walked around the desk to the woman who had spoken first and held my arms out to her. She picked me up, sat me on her lap, pulled aside her uniform jacket and slid her breast into my mouth. I sucked for about ten seconds before she passed me to her colleague. Another breast, another suck and then the third one claimed me.

"Wow," I said as I was lowered to stand again. "I've never had such a pleasant experience with immigration procedures. Thank you."

"Mrs Trewartha?" The third and last official asked.

Shona laughed. "You want him again?"

"Of course."

I was passed back along the line and met the other breast each time. By the time we had finished we were all laughing together.

"Mr Trewartha?" The first one again. "The media are waiting in the arrival hall. Are you ready for them?"

"After your greeting, I'm ready for anything."

"We have roped off an area for you two to meet them. They'll concentrate on you, not Mrs Trewartha, except for a few joint pictures."

They did. I was swamped by cameras and reporters with the public watching from beyond the rope. I stood beside Shona. She picked me up and held me in her arms. I stood beside TV reporters, some of whom insisted on offering me a breast. It took half an hour before we were allowed to go to our waiting taxi.

As we moved towards the exit, Shona grabbed me and stuffed me up inside her protective dress. I was facing her with her middle breast in front of my lips. I opened my mouth, sucked...

I never got to the hotel. Shona took me to her apartment, now our marital home.

We had completed our journey to Tripletit.

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Tripletit 04: Welcome

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Copyright Oggbashan November 2013. Edited October 2018

After an interesting welcome from the immigration authorities followed by a Media call, Shona carried me inside her sun-proof clothing to her apartment. The Tripletit summer sun is too dangerous for Earthmen, particularly those red-headed ones like me, to endure across the middle of the day.

I woke up on Shona's large bed, tightly wrapped in a sheet. After being made unconscious by sucking at Shona's middle breast, my muscle coordination needed time to adjust. I wriggled in the wrapping but knew I would have to wait about ten minutes before being able to control my body enough to move safely.

I could hear Shona talking on the telephone, but she was too far away for me to hear what she was saying. As soon as she finished one call the telephone rang again. I was just about to make my first attempt at unwrapping myself when she walked into the bedroom. I looked up at her breasts far above me.

"Good, Ricky, you're awake. Just before you unwrap yourself, here is my welcome to our home."

She opened her robe, revealing her left breast. She lifted my wrapped body and brought her nipple close to my face. I opened my mouth and her breast filled it. Warm milk trickled into my mouth. I swallowed and could feel the impact within seconds. Tripletit breast milk from the left or right breast gives an Earthman stamina, energy, cures every illness and is like a strong euphoric drug with no side-effects except a need for exercise.

Shona, my new bride, was showing that she loves me. Almost any Tripletit woman will offer almost any Earthman her left or right breast if he is tired or in pain, but will also offer it as casually as an Earthwoman might hug a friend. Her middle breast should be avoided, unless you trust her implicitly. I trust Shona.

"That press call at the spaceport has started something, Ricky. A few of my friends had planned a small 'Welcome Back' party for this evening, but now they know we're married, and my husband will be the smallest Earthman on Tripletit, all of my friends want to come. It's going to be the Hen Party I didn't have."

Shona pulled her breast out so I could talk. Perhaps because it had only been a few days since I first experienced Shona's breasts, I still felt slightly sad when a session ended.

"A Hen Party? Doesn't that mean women only?"

Shona hugged me gently.

"No! My friends want to meet and greet YOU. You will be the guest of honour and the entertainment. You are going to meet a whole variety of Tripletit breasts. Every woman I know, and hundreds I don't, wants to put Ricky Trewartha, my husband, to her breast. That's why I gave you milk now. You are going to need all the stamina from it, but will get much more from them as well."

As she was speaking, Shona unwrapped me carefully. She rested my head against her shoulder.

"One of my friends, Melinda, has suggested that you might need protection. I'm afraid she might be right. I did think that you would be popular because of your size. I didn't know how popular. The video of you with the Press has gone around the planet in a couple of hours. You're the latest celebrity. There are hundreds of Tripletit women outside, just wanting to have a glimpse of you."

"Aren't there things I should do? What about the hotel? They will be expecting me..."

"No they won't. I cancelled your booking while the immigration staff was saying 'hello'. The hotel staff is disappointed. They've sent you a bouquet and hope you will drop in to see them sometime. You will. The party's there."

"And shouldn't I have told the company where I am?"

"You don't get it yet, Ricky, do you? Half the planet knows exactly where you are. Everyone employed by the company knows you are with me. They're jealous but know they will see you soon."

"Oh. I had hoped we would have a few quiet days together."

"We will, when we start work. Once you get to the cave system we'll be together, but tonight you should meet my friends. They're expecting you, want to meet you, want to welcome you, and most have volunteered to be your protection squad. You might need protection from some of them at first, but I'll do that."

"When is the party? And where?"

"In an hour. It was going to be here, but far too many want to come now. Our friends..." Shona emphasised the 'our', "Have booked a conference suite at the hotel. Getting there might be a problem. I can't just walk out of here with you. We'd be swamped by the crowd outside. I can't carry you as I did coming here. The pressure of your fans might crush you."

"So how?"

"About twenty of our friends are on the way. They'll surround me to protect you. It would be safer if you ride on my shoulders. The other advantage of that is that your fan club will be able to see you. Are you happy with that?"

"I suppose so. If this continues it is going to be difficult for me to work on Tripletit."

"The novelty might wear off in a few weeks. Until then you'll be protected by your wife and your friends. One thing to remember. Although most of us call this planet Tripletit among ourselves and know exactly why it is a popular place for Earthmen to come, officially we are supposed to call it 'Trib'. Can you remember to say 'Trib' when you are interviewed by the media?"

"Of course, Shona, if that's what I should say. But I will find it difficult not to remember your triple tits, and I'll probably be thinking about them all the time I'm awake. I know I'll have to meet many breasts, but it's my wife's that I want."

"And you will have them, and me, often. We'll be working together and living together."

The doorbell rang as the first group of Shona's friends arrived, led by Melinda.

Shona passed me to Melinda, who kissed me on the lips.

"Do you mind, Ricky?" she asked, looking down at her breasts.

"When in Rome," Shona whispered from behind me. I knew exactly what she meant.

"I'd be delighted, Melinda," I replied.

Melinda almost dropped me in her excitement to get a breast out. Shona's hand supported me just in time. Melinda was shaking as she slid her breast into my mouth. I sucked, smiling up at her, and her shaking eased. She switched me to her other breast, and I sucked again. Melinda's milk tasted subtly different from Shona's. It was pleasant, but Melinda is not my wife, and my wife's love makes her unique for me.

After Melinda I was passed to the breasts of the other five women. They contented themselves with only one breast each time even though they seemed to want more. I noticed that they were all dressed in formal full-skirted gowns, with bare shoulders and barely covered breasts.
The last woman passed me back to Melinda. Shona had left the room.

"Shona's gone to change, Ricky. She'll be back in a minute or two. We've agreed to restrain ourselves while she's away, even though that will be hard."

"I'm pleased to meet you, Melinda, and the rest of our," I emphasised 'our', friends. Thank you for welcoming me to Trib."

"Trib?" one of the others queried. "We're friends, Ricky. Among friends and in private, we're on Tripletit, and we'll use our tits to show how welcome you are."

"...as Shona's husband," Melinda added quickly.

"Of course, and our friend is your wife. But your marriage?"

"You know about that," Melinda said. "It was on the News. They have an Earth-type marriage - for life."

"But...?" Several of the women seemed disappointed.

"But when on Tripletit, Shona and I will behave as if we are married according to Tripletit customs. When we are elsewhere - then we are married for life, just the two of us. Here? I don't know whether any of you are married, and I understand that it doesn't matter whether you are or not, if you want..."

"...to stuff your mouth full of tit." Melinda finished for me, demonstrating with her own breast as Shona re-entered the room, formally dressed.

"We did agree," Melinda said, "To restrain ourselves when you were gone, Shona, but you're back."

Shona gently lifted me from Melinda's arms.

"And I'm claiming my husband, and keeping him until we get to the party."

It wasn't a challenge, just a statement.

Outside the apartment door was a large pile of flowers. There were also a dozen or so more of Shona's friends, keeping back a group of women. Shona lifted me to her shoulders and carried me through the corridor and towards the stairs. I was smiling and waving as we went in a confusion of pictures being taken and shouts of "Ricky!".

Outside the building there was a police cordon behind which hundreds of women were shouting and screaming at me. This was ridiculous. I'm a mining engineer, not a Pop Star, but the reception was like a red carpet event.

The police, all very large Tripletit women, surrounded the group as we walked the few hundred yards in the twilight to the hotel. Inside the foyer the manageress began to welcome us formally as Shona lowered me to my feet. She gave me a gentle push.

"When in Rome..." She whispered as she lowered me past her face. I took the hint and walked straight at the manageress and held out my arms to her. Her speech ended abruptly as she picked me up and swung me to a breast, smiling broadly.

"Thank you, Ricky and Shona," she spluttered as my mouth sucked. "I didn't expect..."

She might not have expected but I'm sure she had hoped.

When she withdrew her breast, I said:

"Thank you for the bouquet. Can I meet the other staff, please?"

"You mean it, Mr Trewartha?"

The manageress was startled. Shona and her friends were grinning broadly.

"I'm a Trib citizen. I'll follow Trib customs, and I want to meet them." I said.

The receptionists and catering staff formed a queue. I was passed gently along them. It took a quarter of an hour, and a lot of giggling, before I was passed back to Shona.

In the conference suite, apart from about thirty of Shona's friends, a real Tripletit Pop Group, one of the most famous on the planet, were already on a raised dais. Their lead singer was wearing the shortest and smallest dress I had yet seen. Her legs went up and up and her breasts were barely covered. She was clutching a microphone stand and about to launch into her first number, but my actual appearance and small size seemed to have thrown her.

"That's Ursula. She offered to come for nothing, just to meet you," Shona whispered to me. I took the hint. I walked across the floor to the dais, and held up a hand so that Ursula could haul me on to the stage. It was too high for me to climb unaided.

"Thank you," I said to her, still holding her hand. Ursula seemed shocked to have me standing in front of her, my head lower than her exposed navel. I lifted my other arm. She pulled me up and held me in front of her face, my legs dangling.

"And thank you for welcoming me," I hinted. She actually blushed before shrugging her dress off a breast and offering it to me. Before my mouth took hold I asked:

"Can you sing with me here, Ursula?"

"Sing? With you there? I would be delighted to," she answered.

She did. She sang a song about the pleasures of small Earthmen, with me clamped to her breast with one arm. Between verses she shifted me to the other breast. I looked off the stage. Every woman in the room was looking at me, apparently jealous of Ursula. At the end, the applause was deafening.

"Ricky," Ursula had switched off her microphone and was whispering to me, "be careful out there, and try to leave early. Trib women party hard, particularly when they have plenty of alcohol. Earthmen are usually advised to keep avoid Trib parties like this. Even though they are your friends, friends can do stupid things when they are drunk. You're so small, and so cute... They might get carried away."

"Thank you for that," I whispered back as she lowered me from her grasp. "I'll be careful."

I asked to be introduced to the rest of Ursula's group. They put their instruments down and grabbed me eagerly. Ursula held me briefly for another whisper.

"Remember, Ricky, you've made friends of us as well, and we won't be drinking until afterwards."

Reluctantly she handed me back to Shona. As the group continued through their routine I was greeted by thirty friendly breasts. I tried hard to remember their names as I sucked a generous quantity of Tripletit milk.

The women who had already met me were dancing wildly. I hadn't touched the floor since the lead singer had lifted me, but I thought that I might be in real danger unless I kept to the edge of the room. Their large skirts were flailing around. With my head at waist level of the dancers I could be swept aside or squashed.

Shona danced with me perched on the dome of her skirt, my head close to her hair. I had danced with every one of her friends. Some held me like Shona, others tried with my feet on the floor, pressed against their skirts, but they had to protect me from the others. Melinda's dress had a split at the front, revealing a lace petticoat. I was safest with her, because the stiffened sides of the split were behind me and I was almost lost inside her skirt.

After a couple of hours I had to visit the men's room, too full of milk. Melinda, my partner at the time, took me to the edge of the room and I scuttled away, avoiding flying skirts.

On the way back I encountered a chambermaid pushing a trolley loaded with bed linen. She smiled broadly when she saw me.

"You must be the famous Ricky Trewartha," she said.

"I am. But I'm not used to being famous. It's only my first day here."

She looked wistful. When in Rome, I thought. I held out my arms.

"But I'm only..."

"A friend?" I suggested.

"Yes!" she replied eagerly, unbuttoning her uniform. "Thank you, Ricky."

I snuggled against her as her milk gushed into my mouth. She hugged me gently and twirled around in the corridor in a happy dance, laughing quietly.

"I would never have believed I would actually meet you, Ricky," she said as she took her breast from my mouth, "let alone be able to welcome you properly. Thank you."

"Thank YOU," I replied as she put me down. She left her trolley and held my hand as I walked back to the suite. Her hand stroked my head as I opened the door.

The dancing was more frenetic. Several skirts lashed at me as I made my way carefully around the edge of the room to the edge of the stage. Shona was on the other side but it might be dangerous for me to try to reach her. I tried to attract someone's attention but they were dancing too wildly. The group's keyboard player noticed me and held out her hand, swinging me up on stage, before sitting me on her lap as she resumed playing. I leant against her shoulder.

She switched to playing one-handed, opened her dress and exposed her breast. I put myself to it as she went back to playing two-handed. At the end of the song she waved at Shona and indicated where I was. Shona came to claim me.

"Thank you," Shona and I said together.

"My pleasure," she replied.

"Why didn't you ask one of my friends?" Shona asked as she carried me away.

"I tried to, but no one noticed me. I'm too small," I protested. "Your friends are dancing too frantically for me."

Shona looked around. She could see that I was right. Most of her friends had drunk a lot and were throwing themselves around energetically. The group had stopped for a break and recorded Disco music was playing.

"Ursula," I said, pointing at the stage, "said that men don't usually come to these parties."

"That's true, Ricky, they don't. It's too dangerous. But my friends wanted to meet you. They have. Perhaps it's time to call it a night."

"I think so. Will I have to say goodbye?"

"We should Ricky, but I think they are too far gone for it to be safe."

"Can I say goodbye to Ursula and her group? They're sober."

"Of course. They don't normally play private functions, and certainly not free. They only came because they wanted to see you."

"Then I must thank them, in person."

My reception on stage was a repeat of my welcome. They wanted my autograph and gave me an autographed group poster with individual dedications to me. After I had said goodbye to the group's left and right breasts, Ursula turned her back on the dancers and held me close as I suckled.

"I'd like to do more, Ricky," she said, "but we're in public. If I did, we would be all over the media tomorrow. You will be, and probably this party will be. Anyway, your bride is waiting impatiently."

"Thank you, Ursula," I said as she adjusted her dress. "I am pleased to have met you and your group as friends."

"We're pleased to have met you, Ricky, especially as you have accepted Tripletit customs so readily. Remember that you are now our friend..."

"And all of you are my friends, Ursula. Even though I don't fully appreciate what being a friend means on Trib, I know that you have been real friends this evening."

"On Trib, Ricky," Shona interrupted, "what you and Ursula have done together makes you the equivalent of blood brothers on Earth. She and her group will defend you with their lives, and you should be ready to do anything for them."

"Then that's the sort of friends I am proud to have, Ursula," I said.

Shona held me up so that Ursula and I could kiss on the lips. As our lips parted a couple of tears ran down Ursula's face. I touched one with my finger.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because you accepted me unconditionally," Ursula replied. "You have given me friendship and accepted mine without reservation. So many men only want me for my fame. You don't care about that, do you, Ricky?"

"Fame? No, Ursula. It's meaningless compared to what a person is. I know you are my friend. That is far more important than fame."

"Take him away, Shona, please, before I grab him for myself. I want Ricky. He may be famous because he is so small, but his heart isn't small. It's large enough for all of us. Go!"

In the corridor outside the conference suite Shona put me down on my feet. I looked up at her.

"Shona, I have a lot still to learn about Tripletit. Why was Ursula so moved by being my 'friend'? Am I also 'friends' with the hotel manageress and her staff?"

"The hotel staff? No. Not really. They were pleased that you treated them as individuals and you greeted them in a way that is more than just a polite acknowledgement. If you meet them again they would treat you as an acquaintance, offer their breasts, but not like Ursula and her group. With them you have exchanged 'friendship'. That makes a real difference here. All my friends here tonight are now your friends with all that means on this planet."

I explained about meeting the chambermaid, and greeting her as a friend. What did that mean?

"That depends on her, Ricky," Shona replied. "I think she would regard it as a pleasant encounter, something to enjoy remembering, but she would know that you are unfamiliar with Tripletit customs. What more it might mean would be up to you and her - if you ever meet again. Do you know her name?"

"No, Shona, she didn't tell me, but I didn't ask. Does that matter?"

"It is an indication that she was considerate and didn't take advantage of your ignorance. If she wanted to become Ricky's friend, she would have made sure not only that you knew her name but that you knew how to contact her. She didn't. That makes me think she is someone worth knowing..."

"...and someone worthy of being a friend?"

"That too. In the circumstances, most Tripletit women would have taken advantage of your innocence. She didn't. She behaved beautifully. So did you."

We had arrived at the hotel's foyer. As we opened the door the Hotel Manageress rushed towards us and pushed us back into the corridor.

"You can't go out the front!" She exclaimed. "There is a large crowd out there waiting for you, too many for the Police to control. I'll show you the way to the staff entrance at the back."

We followed her back down the corridor, through several sets of doors, one marked 'Staff Only' which she had to use a key-code on, and were obviously in the service areas.

"Straight on, through the next two sets of doors, and the staff entrance will be ahead of you," the manageress said. "I've got to get back. The staff is worried that your fans will rush the building."

As she turned to leave I grabbed her hand and kissed it.

"Thank you," I said.

"That's OK, Ricky," she replied. "You and your wife are welcome here any time."

She rushed off with her heels clacking furiously.

As we went through the second set of doors we could hear a distant hubbub, like an Earth demonstration, but at a distance. Just inside the staff entrance were a number of Tripletit women looking slightly anxious. I recognised one, the chambermaid I'd met before. She looked tired and strained.

"That's her," I said to Shona.

"Then go and say hello," she said, gently nudging me.

The chambermaid was so intent on looking out into the street that she didn't notice me until I took her hand.

"Hello again," I said, kissing her hand. "You didn't tell me your name last time."

"I didn't? No. I didn't think you'd want to know," she replied.

"Not want to know the name of my friend?" I asked. "Of course I want to know."

She looked at Shona who was smiling at us. Shona nodded.

"Ricky, my name is Janet."

"Thank you, Janet, my friend," I replied.

Janet swept me up in her arms and held me against her, hugging me tightly but gently. Her face brightened with happiness. She waved a hand at the other staff who were still looking out.

"They didn't believe me," Janet said.

"They will now," Shona said, coming to stand beside us. "But why are they all looking outside? What's happening out there?"

"More of Ricky's fans, and the media. They've got the whole hotel surrounded. Everyone who goes out is mobbed and questioned about whether they've seen Ricky. Those who have, have been interviewed in front of cameras. We were hoping they'd go away once it was past midnight, but they didn't."

"How are we going to get home?" Shona asked.

Janet looked at her.

"Dressed like that, Shona, you're too recognisable. You wouldn't get more than a couple of yards. You're nearly as famous as Ricky. You couldn't hold Ricky, even concealed. It would be too dangerous. We might be able to smuggle Ricky out with the staff if there was a diversion, but..."

"Ursula?" I suggested to Shona.

"Ursula?" Janet queried. "You mean the singer?"

"Yes, Janet," Shona replied. "Ursula and her group are Ricky's friends too. We're a select bunch, Ricky's friends, and that includes you."

"Me? And Ursula?" Janet was incredulous.

"If you are Ricky's friend, and Ursula is Ricky's friend, then you are linked to her too." Shona answered.

"But I'm only a..." Janet started to say.

"My friend," I emphasised. Janet's arms squeezed me again.

"Thank you, Ricky. If we could get Ursula to leave from the front while we leave at the back, we should be able to get through."

"Even better," Shona said, "would be for Ursula to leave from the back with us. Those outside would ignore anyone except Ursula and the group."

"But how?" Janet asked.

"I could write a note to Ursula, asking for her help" I said. "She'd recognise my signature from the autographs."

"Do it!" Janet ordered, producing a note pad from her apron pocket. "I'll get someone to take it to Ursula."

I wrote a short note, explaining the problem and asking for Ursula's help. Janet, still carrying me, walked across to one of the other chambermaids and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned round; saw me in Janet's arms and her face blanched with shock.

"Janet! It was true!" She said as if not believing her eyes.

"Yes, Ruth. This is my friend Ricky." Janet emphasised 'friend'.

"I'm pleased to meet you, Ruth," I said. Ruth bobbed a curtsey as if I were royalty. Janet passed me for Ruth to hold as she explained about getting the note to Ursula.

"But will Ursula accept it from me, a chambermaid?" Ruth queried.

"Just tell any of the group that the message is from Ricky," I suggested.

"HOW long have you been on Tripletit, Ricky?" Ruth asked. "Less than a day? And you can send messages to Ursula? That's fast work, even for the smallest Earthman I've ever seen."

"Ursula's my friend," I said. "So is Janet."

"I don't know Ursula," Ruth said, "but I do know Janet. Anyone Janet chooses as a friend must be worth knowing."

Janet blushed.

"Ruth! We may be friends but don't make me out to be more than I am."

Shona put her arm around Janet's waist.

"Janet. I know that when Ricky first met you, he didn't really understand friendship on Tripletit. He does now, and wanted to find you. I appreciate the way you treated my husband then. That was the act of a true friend. He knows that and wanted to find you again to show that you are his friend. Now take him from your friend Ruth so that she can deliver that message. It's time to show your colleagues your new friend."

"I'd like to meet them," I added as Janet collected me from Ruth's arms.

Janet walked over to the group of women clustered around the back door. She raised her voice.

"Colleagues! I'd like you to meet my new friend!" She announced.

The first woman who turned, squealed.

"Ricky!"

Janet and I were surrounded by a crowd of excited women. I was passed around them, hugged, and kissed on the face. Shona waved at me as she disappeared through a door.

"Back soon," she mouthed at me.

"Sorry I didn't believe you, Janet," one of the chambermaids said sheepishly, "but it seemed so unlikely."

They were even more excited when Ruth brought Ursula and her group, then startled as all five greeted me as their friend. Janet handed me proudly to Ursula.

"We are staying here overnight, Ricky," Ursula said, "but our tour bus is in the car park. What we'll do is walk across there, wait about quarter of an hour in the bus while we have a coffee, and then walk back. That should provide enough diversion for you and Shona to get away."

"Thank you, Ursula."

"I've found a spare chambermaid's uniform to disguise Shona," Janet said as Shona walked back in wearing an apron and headscarf. "It wouldn't work in daylight, nor for long, but long enough while everyone's watching Ursula. But, just in case her disguise doesn't work, I'm smuggling you out - under my skirt. OK?"

"Yes, friend Janet," I replied.

"Are we ready?" Ursula asked.

"Yes!" came the chorused answer.

"Under you go, Ricky," Janet ordered. I ducked under her dark blue uniform skirt. There wasn't much room inside and I had to crouch to keep my head below her waistband.
As we went through the door I could hear loud shouts of "Ursula!". Janet walked slowly and carefully. The lining of her skirt slithered around me as she moved. The back of my head was pressed against her sensible panties. After about a hundred yards she stopped.

"You can come out now, Ricky," she said, lifting her skirt.

I blinked in the street lights. Shona was standing beside Janet, clutching a laundry bag in her hands.

"One of Janet's friends carried my dress for me," Shona explained. "If I had been recognised they might have thought it was you in here, but there's no way I could have hidden you under this skirt. It's too tight."

"That was deliberate," Janet said. "We decided that there was a risk that Shona might be recognised, but if there was no way she could conceal you, that might not matter. We found a uniform just slightly too small."

"Thank you, Janet," I said. "You've been a real friend."

"I wish..." she started to say.

"You wish what?" I asked.

"That I could do more with you," she said looking straight at Shona.

"That's for Ricky to decide, Janet," Shona said, "but not today. It is our first night together on Tripletit and I want him for the rest of it. Later, perhaps?"

I looked from Shona to Janet. I wasn't quite sure what they meant. I thought I knew but...

"Janet? How can I contact you?" I said. "We can't just part here."

They smiled at me. At least that was a good response. Janet wrote her address and telephone number on her pad.

"We'll be in touch soon, Janet," Shona said, "I've got to return my borrowed uniform."

"There's no need to return it, Shona." Janet replied. "It was in the rag bag for recycling. No one will miss it, and the hotel would give you two anything after tonight. You've given them so much publicity."

"But I will contact you anyway, Janet," I said. "within a couple of days. I'm not losing my friend."

"Can your friend say goodbye properly?" Janet asked, again looking at Shona, not me.

"Janet," Shona said with a smile. "Friends don't have to ask the wife. You have my permission anytime, anywhere. I'm sure Ricky feels the same."

I held out my arms to Janet. She unbuttoned her uniform bodice and brought me to her left breast and to her right. She sighed as she handed me back to Shona.

"You have changed my life, Ricky. Do you know that? From being an obscure nobody I've become a friend of some of the most famous people on the planet."

"That's because of who you are, Janet," I replied. "someone who values friendship. Ruth knows it. Shona knows it. Ursula knows it and I know it."

Janet kissed me on the forehead and walked off into the night. Shona carried me back into her apartment. We were home, after an amazing Tripletit welcome.

The End - For Now.

But...

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Tripletit 21: Panty Raid

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Copyright Oggbashan November 2013. Edited October 2018.

This episode is set on another Earth-like planet and some of the warnings aren't necessary.

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I have received my death sentence.

The results of my latest medical tests have confirmed my worst fears. I have developed the hereditary condition that affects some men in my family. It develops in the twenties, often skips generations, but all of us are carriers with the potential to affect our sons. The symptoms of increasing lassitude and weakness had become more severe over recent weeks. Getting up each morning was really hard. I had dreaded the result but it only told me what I really knew.

My girlfriend and possible fiancée, Alice, has been living with me for the last six months. More and more we were facing the prospect that she would become my resident carer as I slowly died.

We had hoped that modern medicine might find a cure, or that we would have only daughters. She was prepared to marry me and take the risk. But I wouldn't let her take on a marriage that might make her a widow within a year.

Everything had depended on those tests. Now? I have a few months to live. Everything seemed bleak.

The only interest that had taken my mind off the dreadful waiting had been our unusual next door neighbour Coralie. Coralie is a woman from Tripletit, that far-away planet inhabited by giant three-breasted women. Coralie is a giantess and the only person from Tripletit on our planet. She has been living next door to us for the last three months because we are in a very old building that has high ceilings and large tall doors on the ground and first floors. It is one of the few residential places suitable for her height.

I love watching Coralie. When we meet I have to stand back to see her face above her breasts. If I stand close, all I can see are her breasts cutting off the view upwards.

Once she hugged me, after I had helped sort out a blocked wash basin for her. She had picked me up for that hug and pressed me against her smaller middle breast. The other breasts began to swing inwards, clamping my head in place, before Coralie sighed and lowered me to the floor. Although Alice is my love, I wonder what making love to Coralie would be like.

Coralie was contracted to be on our planet for a year. She had several months to go before she could return to Tripletit. She had gradually begun to look more worried and withdrawn as if she was missing something important to her.

The legends and stories about sex on Tripletit seem unbelievable. It is far too far away for tourism to be practical. Almost the only men who go there are specialised geologists or mining contractors. Apparently they have to be single. Normal women wouldn't enjoy Tripletit because the competition from the giantesses for any Earthmen is fierce.

Alice had encouraged my interest in Coralie because it detracted from my depressed mood. We had visited Coralie's flat. She had come less frequently to ours because it was less comfortable for her. Our furniture just isn't large enough.

Coralie and Alice are friends who share secrets they keep from me. My only serious argument with Alice has been about Coralie. Alice claimed that I didn't see Coralie as a person, but only saw her as an unusual sexual object. Yet for some reason Alice seems to want me to actually have sex with Coralie. Why?

I admit that I am attracted to Coralie. I would, in theory, like to experience sex with her but she scares me. She is so much larger than any woman I have ever met or seen. Any sexual encounter with her would be with me as her victim. There is no way that it could be sex between equals, as it is with Alice.

Alice is right in one sense. I am intrigued by Coralie, and also her clothing. I'd like to handle Coralie's panties, which must be huge. Sometimes I get glimpses of her washing drying on the balcony at the front of her flat, next to ours. I have to peep sideways around the opaque dividing screen but she hangs her panties close to the screen, with her outer clothing on the part of the line I can see easily.

On the Friday evening, the day I had been told my death sentence, Alice was trying hard to rouse me from the deep depression caused by the loss of my future. She was failing. Even the offer of a night of sex didn't dent the gloom. As usual I'd have to wear a condom because I daren't get Alice pregnant with a possibly doomed male.

Eventually Alice snapped.

"Simon! Why don't you go and fuck Coralie! It would help you."

"How?" I retorted. "Is she into necrophilia? Fucking a dying man?"

"You're not dying now, today, this minute. Sex with Coralie might help."

"Help how? Make me realise just how helpless I am? She'd swamp me."

"That might do you good. She might take you out of yourself; see that you have some life yet to live, some experiences yet to have..."

"What do you want me to do, Alice? Draw up a list of fifty things I must do before I die with fucking Coralie at the top? I can't afford to do many of the things I'd like to do. I haven't got the energy for many of the free ones. I'll gradually get worse, turning you from a lover into just a carer."

"Of course I'll care for you, Simon. I love you. I want us to enjoy the time we have left. Coralie thinks she can help."

"The only thing I really want to do with Coralie is see her panties. They intrigue me. Are they sensible passion killers? Or large but sexy?"

"Why not ask her?"

"Where's the fun in that? She'd just be showing me her laundry. No. I want to pinch them from her washing line."

"Then, for fuck's sake, do it! She's meeting me for coffee tomorrow morning. You'll have a couple of hours. You could easily nip around the screen between the balconies and pinch her panties. You could have them to yourself for an hour or so before you need to put them back..."

"OK, Alice. It's a deal. I'll pinch Coralie's panties tomorrow morning."

Was I set up? The prospect of handling Coralie's panties had actually given me more excitement than I had felt for weeks. Alice and I did make love that night, gently and lovingly.

As I lay in bed half-awake the next morning I wondered just what it would be like to make love to Coralie. Would she be as overwhelming as I dreaded? As a person she seemed less intimidating than she would be as a possible sexual partner.

Coralie arrived about ten in the morning. I made my excuses, loudly slammed the front door and crept upstairs to our balcony. Although I was worried that I wouldn't have the strength to do it, I found it very easy to cross from our balcony to Coralie's. I looked around to see if anyone was watching and crept behind the dresses hanging on the clothes line at the front of the balcony. There were Coralie's panties. I reached for a blue silk pair...

Large hands grabbed me. I was dangling in mid air with one hand covering my mouth. Coralie had caught me about to steal her panties. I could hear her giggling as she carried me through her flat into her bedroom. She sat down on the bed with me on her lap, her hand still gagging me.

"Well, Simon," she said calmly. "We meet at last. You've been avoiding me and ignoring Alice's broad hints. I don't want to force you into accepting what I can do for you, but maybe I can bribe you."

I couldn't understand what she was getting at. She picked up a pair of her panties, another blue pair, and held them in front of my face.

"Would you like these, Simon? As a present for you to keep?"

I was embarrassed. Had Alice told Coralie everything? But the prospect of owning a pair of Coralie's panties was very tempting.

"You want them, don't you?"

Despite myself I nodded.

"Getting them is very easy. All you have to do, with Alice's full agreement, is suckle on one of my breasts. Will you?"

I was shocked. Suck on Coralie's breast? The idea was very attractive. I would like to know what was so special about a Tripletit woman's breast.

"Please, Simon." Coralie was actually pleading with me. "Do it for Alice, if not for yourself. It means so much to her."

She moved my head so that my face was very close to her left breast. She uncovered my mouth so that her hand could unfasten the bodice of her dress. There was an erect nipple a couple of inches in front of me.

Her hand gently moved my head closer, my mouth almost touching the nipple.

"All you have to do is open your mouth, Simon. That's not too hard, is it?"

Reluctantly my lips parted. Coralie eased her nipple between them. I opened wider. More of her breast entered.

"Suck, Simon, please?"

I could feel the milk seeping into my mouth. I sucked.

My first taste of Coralie's milk was like discovering a new sensation for the first time, a sensation that I would want to repeat again and again. I sucked harder until her milk was flowing freely, so freely that I had to swallow hard to avoid choking on it.

Coralie's hand stroked my head.

"Please, Simon, keep sucking."

As she spoke I was aware that her body was moving around me. Her right breast began to press at the back of my head, her middle breast against my cheek. My eyes tilted upwards to see Coralie smiling down at me as if I was achieving something momentous.

I sucked for about ten minutes before Coralie's body moved again. My lips were against her middle breast. I felt her press me inwards. Why not? I opened my lips again to accept that breast too. I remembered nothing else until I woke up in my own bed.

My head was resting on Coralie's blue panties. I turned my head. They stretched from side to side, completely hiding the pillow underneath. I tried to move. I was tied to the bed with Alice's pantyhose around my body and ankles yet my hands were free. I could release myself.

But I couldn't. My hands wouldn't obey my brain. They were clumsy and uncoordinated for the next few minutes. Slowly they came under my control. I was just about to unfasten the first knot in the pantyhose when Alice walked into the room followed by Coralie. They were both smiling as if I had done something clever.

Coralie sat on the edge of my bed which groaned under her weight. She quickly untied me, lifted me from the bed and held me against her shoulder.

"Do you know what Coralie has done, Simon?" Alice asked.

"Breast-fed me?" I replied.

"More than that, Simon," Coralie said. "Yes, you have sucked at my breasts, but Tripletit breast milk has unique properties. It cures people. You are no longer ill. You aren't dying. Your hereditary disease has gone. You aren't even a carrier anymore. That has ended - forever."

"I can't believe that..." I blurted.

"It's true!" Coralie and Alice said as one.

"Then I owe you my life, Coralie. How can I repay you for that? I can't."

"There is something you could do for me," Coralie said. "It's easy. All I want is to make love to you a few times."

"Alice?" I asked. "What do you say?"

"I've been telling you for months that you need to make love to Coralie. Do it! It won't make any difference to my love for you, or your love for me. But it will mean a lot to Coralie. Please?"

"Simon," Coralie said, "I'm alone on this planet. I have been for months. If I was on Tripletit I could grab any passing man and make love to him. It wouldn't mean more than a hug means on Earth. Yet, here, I can't. You are the only man close to me who is a friend. Please?"

"How can I refuse?" I answered, "when both women I love want me to."

"My panties will mean even more to you once you've got inside them..." Coralie was smiling.

"It's the least I can do for someone who has given me my life back."

"Come on. Now!" Coralie was insistent.

"I'm not sure I have enough strength..." I demurred.

"You will have. You don't have to do much," She replied. "And my milk gives you more energy anyway."

"OK."

Alice grinned at me. Coralie picked me up, carried me through the flat and into hers.

Coralie undressed herself and me as I watched her triple breasts with fascination. She brought my face to the right breast, pushed it into my mouth and her hand slid my erection into her right slit.

I gasped as her body closed around me. I was the meat in a Coralie sandwich, totally wrapped with one breast gagging me, one pressing the side of my face and the third pushing at the back of my head. Her breast went further into my mouth than it had done before and I sucked eagerly as the milk trickled down my throat.

My erection lasted longer than it had done for months. With each passing minute I felt stronger, more alive, and Coralie squeezed me rhythmically. Eventually I could stand no more and came into her.

But what was this? I had come, but I was still erect? Coralie kept me tightly wrapped and her rhythm became more insistent, more demanding. I could sense her reaching a climax, shuddering with excitement and relaxing slightly before reaching another peak. I came into her again and again.

Finally her movements slowed. She shifted me to her middle breast and pushed it past my lips. I sucked and drifted off into unconsciousness again.

I woke up to find Alice astride me. My erection was deep inside her and she was pounding on me. As she lifted her hips my body followed her, clamped to her. I came into Alice and she slumped across me. My hand moved down to find that we were held together inside a pair of panties - Coralie's.

For the next few weeks making love to Coralie and then Alice became an event to welcome several times a week. I felt myself becoming stronger and stronger. My tiredness had vanished. I had a future, and I wanted to share that future with Alice even if Coralie returned to Tripletit.

I asked Alice to marry me. She accepted the rejuvenated Simon with alacrity with one proviso. She wanted Coralie as a bridesmaid.

I had to go for long walks when Alice and Coralie started making Alice's wedding gown and the bridesmaid's dress Coralie would wear. The proximity of my fiancée Alice and triple-titted Coralie both half naked was almost unbearable. I wanted to make love to both of them.

On our wedding day Coralie was a sensation. She followed Alice up the aisle, dwarfing her and everyone else. At the end of the reception she picked both of us up and carried us to the bridal suite. Once there, we all stripped.

Coralie put me to one of her breasts and Alice to the other. We sucked as Coralie's body gradually closed around us, easing us away from her breasts and pushing us tightly together. Alice's hand fed my erection inside her and we made love to Coralie's rhythm. After I came the first time Coralie laid us down, still coupled, dressed and left us together. The energy Coralie's milk had given us was enough for us to make love again and again until well beyond daylight.

Coralie's wedding present to us was one of her undergarments. It was a silky item reinforced with Lycra and something like a corset. Once zipped around the two of us we were held together nearly as tightly as being wrapped in Coralie's body. We used it frequently, especially on our wedding anniversaries, to remind us of what Coralie had done for us.

Even after our wedding I made love to Coralie until she had to return to Tripletit. Each time she drugged me with her middle breast and I came to making love to Alice. Our marriage was temporarily a threesome. When Coralie invited us to her flat for 'coffee' that often ended with Alice and I latched on to Coralie's outer tits.

Long after Coralie had left us, Alice gave birth to our first child, a daughter. Of course we named her Coralie.

But Coralie had left us one last gift. She didn't know, we didn't know, but if an Earth woman sucks at a Tripletit woman's breast often enough, it will change her own body. When that Earth woman lactates, her milk will also have the healing properties that Tripletit breasts have.

Our baby Coralie was free of any childhood illnesses.

The End of Part 21