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Journey To Tripletit

Copyright Oggbashan November 2013

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.

The events in this story happen shortly after those in my stories ‘Tripletit’ and ‘Saving The Planet Tripletit’ but it can be read on its own.


Introduction.

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.

The planet is in an out of the way part of the galaxy and barely explored. The few thousand resident humans occupied the repair base, the spaceport, and lived side by side with the locals in the nearby town. There was no reason to explore further. Tripletit apparently 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. There are some perils expressed on the cards given to all human male visitors to the planet:

“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.”

The standard talk given to all visitors is on these lines:

“The women of Tripletit have three tits. The left and right ones are larger and produce an euphoric d**g. 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 d**g 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.”

“If you want to stop? You don’t. You can’t. 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.”

“Keep well away from the centre breast. 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.”

“We don’t know what happens to those who fill the centre hole. 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.”

The events described in the earlier stories about the planet Tripletit should have modified the talk but bureaucracy takes some time to catch up with social change. The central slot is still dangerous but a few people know more about it.

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.

Chapter One

I came to Tripletit as one of several mining experts seconded from Derek Trelawny’s company to work with the Tripletit mining exploration company, set up as told in the story “Saving Tripletit”.

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 u*********s. 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 Trelawny’s company and I’m on loan to the Trib company. That company is not part of the Trelawny 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 Trelawny company but pays Trelawny 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 Trelawny 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 who could make suggestions to you, but not give you orders. The only person on Trib who could give you orders is Derek Trelawny…”

“He’s on Trib?”

“Of course. He lives here, with his wife Chloe. He runs the Trelawny 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 Trelawny. 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 d****d 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 u*********sness. 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 u*********sness. 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 u*********s. 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 u*********s.

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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Changes Abound: Maya's Journey Part 3 A Cross-dressing story by Maria Ski Well Maya, or should that be Peter, is a little bit of a dark horse. By hiding her singing talent like that. And by how natural she is being a girl. So I think it's time we actually heard from the lady herself. So it's over to you Maya... Hello dear reader my name is Maya Hunter. And for the first 17 years of my life I was called Peter. I have just turned 18 and I am a pre- operative transsexual woman. Or...

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The Journey

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a story I've wanted to write for some time. Many of us who feel that we were born on the wrong side of the gender divide have felt at some time or other that womanhood is all about high heels and fancy clothes and becoming a woman on this basis will solve all our problems. From my own experiences and those of other members of the trans community with whom I've interacted, I know that this is not the case and the transition process is full of ups and downs. ...

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The Journey

It was a Sunday evening. Not a usual one. I had to make a journey in the afternoon to my house from the place I worked. I missed the 2 pm bus. I waited in the ISBT and asked a handyman there. He pointed me to a bus standing in the garage. “That bus may go.” He said, “But it will take time. Something is wrong with that. They are working. You can go and ask those guys.” I moved on and asked the long haired thin fellow standing near the bus. “Is the bus going to Amalgaon?” “Yes,” he replied...

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Bus Journey

I have read a lot of stories on this site. Some are beautiful and some are fantastic. I am mentioning my very own experience during recent journey to Burdawan. Before that, let me tell u the bus journeys will be so erotic during monsoon/winter seasons. Aunties/girls can be touched/squeezed whole of their body and without others noticing it. It will be quite exciting to do it in public. I never missed a chance of squeezing buttocks and breasts of any lady irrespective of age and religion. I...

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A Journey to the Amazon

Part 1 By: Dinomagick (dinomagick@rocketmail.com) Codes: [MF, M/F, wife, jungle, tribe, captive, cuckold, bd, nc, reluc, mc, intr, rom, preg+++] Description: “After winning the lottery on their wedding day, a newly-wed husband and wife decide to go to the Amazon to learn what it is like to live as the native tribes do. What they thought would be an epic adventure of discovery, turns into something much different than either of them could have possibly...

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A Journey Home Part 1

An icy wind blew in from the north. It blew across the ice hills and picked up speed as it raced down the snow covered slopes. The wind kicked up loose snow and whipped it into the air like smoke rising from a fire. Three men crouched behind a rock that jutted out of the snow, and pulled their mammoth furs around them as the chilling wind beat at them. Gunter, the older man who led their hunt, held a leather leash attached to the neck of a garg. He watched the six-legged beast as it sniffed...

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Flight Journey To Sex Journey

Hi, guys, I am back with another exciting story. Those who want to know about me, I am a typical Indian with a normal body of 22 years old with a dick of 5.5 inches. I love to do massage. This is the story about an angel who met on a journey to Bangalore and the fun with her in Bangalore in her flat. By the way, the heroine of the story is Savitha (true name). So, without any delay let’s get into the story. So after my semester exams. I got holidays for 15 days. So I decided to visit Bangalore...

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Journey With My 4 Darlings 8211 Part 3

Hope you enjoyed the part 1 and part 2 of my story.Thanks for your valuable feedback and comments. Those who missed it can read it in below link. Coming to me , I am a software engineer working in Hyderabad.I am 5.7″ tall with average body and with satisfying cock ;-) Girls/aunties from Hyderabad who want to have a private sex/sex relationship can mail me @ Please do not hesitate in reaching me …will keep your details private and confidential. Coming to the story: Part 3: Like this ,days...

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A Beautiful Journey 8211 Part 15

Hello readers, welcome back to this Beautiful journey. I am quite happy with the way people have responded the story so far. I am male and the story is completely fictional. Let’s enjoy the journey. I was really happy with the sense of humor of my hubby when he said about that Boo. I was thinking what nonsense he is doing but later on, I realized how cleverly he is trying to bring Ayesha out of the shackles of shyness. They kissed for quite some time. The way he was kissing, I realized he is no...

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A Beautiful Journey 8211 Part 12

Hello, readers welcome back to this beautiful journey. I know you all have enjoyed the journey so far and hope you will enjoy the erotic journey further. I am male and the sex story is fictional. Let’s enjoy the journey. Ayesha was really happy after the lesbian experience. Now we have merged the gap of the mother-daughter relationship. I was treating her like a friend and now we had become really good friends. I have realized that the physical relations enhance the bonding, the same had...

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A Beautiful Journey 8211 Part 2

Hello, readers welcome back to this beautiful journey. I’m male and this sex story is completely a work of fiction. I can say by my experience that the journey is always more powerful than the destination. I hope you will enjoy the journey, so let’s go. As I had told earlier I had an early marriage and as my hubby has a job in an MNC, we have to move to different places so Ayesha could not enjoy the love of her grandparents. Many times it so happened that we could not provide her that pleasure...

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Hot Bus Journey Along From Goa To Hyderabad

Hi all, I am 26 male from Mumbai working in a one of the private company. I am 5 feet 7″ height with black hairs and eyes good looking and fair enough to attract a female. If you like my story please mail me at “”. Lets start with our sex story. Few months back I got transferred from Mumbai to Goa for a period of time. Meanwhile I need to travel to my home town so I booked a Volvo bus which will departure from PANAJI at around 5:30 pm. It was a heavy rain outside somehow I got the bus on time...

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An Erotic Journey With Mom And Dad

“Seema!” My dad, Ramesh yelled at my mom, “aren’t you ready yet? We have to reach there by tonight not day after tomorrow!” Mom, like always was taking too long to get ready. I was all ready and had packed the bags into the car with my father. We were going to a family friend’s wedding. The wedding that changed my life forever. I am Suhas, final year B.Com student and the sole son of my parents. I very actively play cricket and football, and I consider that I have an athletic body. Dad(53) runs...

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After Train Journey Effect With Nickey

Hi guys, I am (Neel) back with the next encounter here. I am sure all of you read all my previous stories “Enjoyed with Nicky the Online friend”, “My Story with Nickey Part-2” and “The Train Journey with Nicky”and who hasn’t read that, I would request you to read it. So guys, here I am with one of the next encounters. After that day, we had more encounters in the train. People could not understand anything about us. However, one person in the train asked, if we are married, to which I said we...

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A Strange But True Journey to Happiness

A strange but true Journey to happiness. If I begin at the beginning - my earliest memories. I knew at school I was different, I hated football, I hated rough and tumble play. I wanted to play with the girls, to look pretty like them and to enjoy their great hair, pretty clothes and games which seemed fun. Sure , I tried my mums clothes, my sister clothes but I knew that to keep them happy I would have to toe the line and be a boy.... Uch, how much I hated that. It frustrated me a...

3 years ago
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Fucking Bus Journey

Hey all…Its ritu again writing ma experience in mah new story in this site. Not wasting much time m writing my story. As u know about me in my last story m sexy girl with figure of 34-28-32 any one can fall for me. Its my cool cool journey to my native. I was in hostel and going to my home during holidays.And that time my bf told me to accompany me.I also readily agreed.My bf, akash..Handsome hunk and many classmates has fallen for him but he proposed me. And we both paired. Akash is so caring...

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Beautiful Journey To Bountiful Love 8211 Part I

Soon after my graduation I got job in neighborhood village as asst. Engineer in a company, which was 1 hr. from my town by local bus. Though the company was providing accommodation in nearby town which was only 15 min from the company, I chose to up & down every day, so that I can stay with my parents. I used to leave from my home early in the morning and used to go by private mini bus initially as it was faster than govt. bus. The journey used to be boring as most of the stations between were...

2 years ago
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My Sexual Journey Called Life 8211 Part VI

I am a housewife from Bangalore and my name is Parineeta. I am 44yrs old now, 5.10″ tall and my stats are 40DDD-32-36. Sorry for the delay in this post… Please refer to these links for the previous parts: https://www.indiansexstories2.net/couple/18843-my-sexual-journey-called-life-1.html https://www.indiansexstories2.net/couple/19367-my-sexual-journey-called-life-2.html...

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Journey Into Cuckoldry Eager Eighteen Part 1

A loud splash coming from the pool broke my concentration. I looked up from my book, blinking as the bright sunshine fought its way through my sunglasses.I smiled; two teenage boys were skylarking in the clear, warm water, both showing-off, each trying to appear older, stronger and more grown-up than the other. It had been the same the previous day, and the day before that, and the reason was obvious; my lovely wife Alice was sunbathing topless on the patio again.A brief flush of pride passed...

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SMUGGLED INTO THE US PT 1 THE JOURNEY

My father was a mean man, and living with him was horrible. Once I started filling out, he would find any excuse to grab my tits, pull on my nipples, and slip his hand between my legs. There were 3 of us in my family…my father, my mother and me. When we ate meals at the dinner table, my father would sometimes pull me onto his lap, slipping his hands under my shirt to squeeze my tits, and even pulling his cock out of his pants and making me stroke it. Once it was hard, he’d pull my shorts down...

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A Journey Home

An icy wind blew in from the north. It blew across the ice hills and picked up speed as it raced down the snow covered slopes. The wind kicked up loose snow and whipped it into the air like smoke rising from a fire. Three men crouched behind a rock that jutted out of the snow, and pulled their mammoth furs around them as the chilling wind beat at them. Gunter, the older man who led their hunt, held a leather leash attached to the neck of a garg. He watched the six-legged beast as it sniffed...

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A Hungry Sex Journey Inside The Train With My Milky SisterInLaw

Hi friends. I am Arun. I’m 23 years old and I’m here to share with you my real life sex experience inside a moving train with my cousin sister-in-law, Janani. She is 27 years old and looks so very beautiful. Her skin complexion looks somewhat like a white foreigner, milky white and even parts of her arms looks slightly pink. She is slim, chubby arms and about 5’4” tall. She is a very hot woman and has a 1.5 year old son. She lives in hyderabad with her husband and in-laws and her parents are in...

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Hot Journey With Mom

Hi ISS readers, this is my second incest story. I have been the continuous visitor to this site. It is amazing site and i guess it is the place where we all share our experiences. I am a 23 year old boy. I am 5`7 tall and well built guy, with a shy nature. I am fond of incest. I love my mom very much she is very cute and pretty and every time I see her I get a nasty hard on. After, I have seen her nude while changing I always fantasize about her in my dreams. My mommy is 48 years old she has a...

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The Journey

Staring out over the wastes, Val wondered what had possessed him. Sand, dust, and more sand, that’s what awaited him. He’d never been this far from the oasis, and knew that any water was days away…unless he turned back. Others had done so. It would only be a year till he had the chance to go again. Only a year. A year of sideways glances, and whispered jokes. After his strong words, his boasts, he could not go back. No, postponement was not an option. He would not learn anymore to prepare him...

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A hot train journey

My name is Seema and I am married housewife. I am 19 years old and was married off only 3months ago while I was in college. I am married to a well to do Electrical goods store owner. But don’t have a happy married life, rather I should say I am sexually not satisfied as my husband is old enough to be almost my father. Anyway this is the story of my train journey where I was fucked by a berth full of people in broad daylight. I was travelling from Delhi to Kolkata via train and had booked a...

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The Journey Towards Ecstasy

(Keri’s Adventures) Keri opened her eyes to a new day. Unfortunately, that new day was the same old shit that made her hate her life. She knew that she would have the same chores to do today that she had done every other day for the past four years-ever since she was fourteen. Her parents didn’t allow her to have boyfriends and rarely allowed her to leave the house. She was home-schooled, which meant that she never got to socialize with kids her age. She knew how the world was because she...

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Journey into Cuckoldry Fantastic Fifteen

It was Thursday night, one week later. The Grandparents were babysitting our two kids while my sweet, unfaithful wife and I went for what we had described to them as ‘a bit of light supper with some friends that might go on a bit late’. The truth was that it was nothing of the kind. Food was definitely a secondary consideration; the entire evening had been arranged by the She-Devil Carmen in order to allow me and our new friend Hilary to have an intimate sexual encounter in their house. For the...

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An Erotic Journey With Mom And Dad

“Seema!” My dad, Ramesh yelled at my mom, “aren’t you ready yet? We have to reach there by tonight not day after tomorrow!” Mom, like always was taking too long to get ready. I was all ready and had packed the bags into the car with my father. We were going to a family friend’s wedding. The wedding that changed my life forever.I am Suhas, final year B.Com student and the sole son of my parents. I very actively play cricket and football, and I consider that I have an athletic body. Dad(53) runs...

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My journey into submission ch 12

My journey into submission (ch 1-2) The following is an account of real things that happened to me. There is nothing particularly sexual about the events of this story, the purpose of this is to express how I felt about them in order for myself to better understand my feelings and find anyone with similar experiences and thoughts. Everything in this story happened after the age of consent for everyone involved. A final warning, this is not a romantic story of any kind and I’m sure some will...

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An interesting journey true story

I recently bought a motor home and planned out my trip to the south of France, arranged to meet a friend a week after I started so that I could do the sightseeing bit all through those lovely villages, a couple of days before the trip a family crisis arrived and left us with our 4 year old granddaughter to look after. After some discussion my wife said I should carry on and do the trip and when things improved she would meet me at Perpignan by flying down. So off I went to Dover, on the boat I...

4 years ago
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The Night Bus Journey With A Horny Milf 8211 Part 1

Hello everyone! This is Neeraj and I am back after like a year. A lot has happened over the time and I hope to share all of my stories with you here. I stay in Bangalore. Feel free to contact me anytime for feedbacks, chatting, hangouts or anything. ;) This is a multi-part story, so stay tuned for the next parts. * * * This happened some 8 months ago. I was in Bangalore and had to go to Mumbai on a short notice. Reluctantly, I booked sleeper bus tickets as flight and train tickets were not...

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Journey Of Indian Wife To Whore Part 8211 1

The heroine of the story Priya is a 26yr old Indian wife married to Arjun. They were married for a year now. They had a very wonderful one year. Priya was a bomb. She’s a show stealer right from her college days. The guys always use to imagine what it feels like to see her nude and touch those 34D firm breasts of her. She’s a modern and outgoing girl, so the jeans and t-shirts she used to wear only enhanced her 34-28-36 body size. Her height of 5ft 6in only added to her beauty. She had a few...

3 years ago
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A Train Journey To Remember

Hi, guys, This is Rahul again from Odisha, please read my previous sex story which is not linked with this one but I hope you’ll like it. Anyone interested for fun in Bangalore, reply me back on This is a real sex story which happened with me in 2015. At that time, I was working in an IT Company in Bangalore and I was returning from Bhubaneswar after the Durga Puja holidays. It was Prasanti express. I was traveling with my cousin sister that time. She is elder to me and we showed respect to...

3 years ago
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Sex On A Train Journey Part 8211 1

Hey, fellas, it’s my first time writing my experience, so bear with me. I’m Christopher (obviously name changed, actually it’s my gaming name). Tall_wheatish_handsome describes me all. Athletic build and stout. Now introducing the girl Michelle (name changed). Physical stats 36-30-34. Fair complexion. Without further adieu, starting the story, mind you its the real one and have a bit patience fellas. Me and ma 2 sisters (say geeta and babita )were on a journey to kanyakumari from cst (mumbai)...

3 years ago
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A Beautiful Journey 8211 Part 11

Hello everybody, welcome back to this beautiful journey. Good to see that people are enjoying the journey. I am really thankful to the readers for the valuable feedback. I am male and the story is fictional. Let’s enjoy the journey. While Ayesha went out to drop Ansh, I went to her room and quickly took CCTV cameras away; meanwhile, Ayesha had returned back but my hubby had kept her busy in talking like how was your experience, did you enjoy etc. He was giving me time to complete the work. I...

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A Beautiful Journey 8211 Part 8

Hello readers, welcome back to this beautiful journey. I am heartily thankful to those readers who have given their valuable feedback. I am male the story is completely fictional. Let’s enjoy the journey. Ayesha was in HSC so her complete focus was on her studies. I had told her time and again to focus on studies only and not on her bf. She understood the situation well and was fully concentrated on studies only. I was happy that she did it well though she had kept the friendship alive but both...

3 years ago
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A Beautiful Journey 8211 Part 7

Hello readers welcome to this beautiful journey. I am very happy for the response that I got from all of you. Keep giving your feedback. I am male the story is completely fictional. Let’s enjoy the journey. Ayesha had her independent masturbation experience last night. I asked her in the morning, “Did you enjoy last night, my child” “Yeah mom I did a lot.” “So do you think you can do it on your own?” “Yeah mummy I shall manage.” “But remember don’t do it without my permission.” “Yeah Mamma I...

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Journey into Cuckoldry

Journey into Cuckoldry (c) Jenny Gently 2012This is a ‘Cuckold’ / ‘First Swing’ story based on an idea from ‘Hardy’. I’m sorry but you withheld your email from the original publication so I couldn’t get in touch with you. I have very substantially re-written it but have kept it from the husband’s point of view because that’s how the original was presented and it seems to work well this way. I have also kept it in the ‘first person’ because so much of the excitement takes place in the husband’s...

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Train Journey And Mom

Hi everyone, this is about a train journey that me and my mom had last year First of all this something that really happened in my life and so I will be explaining bit detailed. People he can’t read that much please stay away Ok let me tell about my family . My name is tom , am 18 now and my dad is jacob,47 working in baharin. We are having some business there. My mom’s name is reenu , 37 and we have been settled in kottayam which is a part of kerala. Dad usually visits as in every 6 months...

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Lakeland Journey

Lakeland Journey by Amanda Walker Part 1 The train finally arrived at the station, John had been looking forward to visiting his Aunt, Mum and Dad were off on a cruise and he was to spend the summer in the Lake District. The sky had darkened on the spring evening and rain was in the air, standard Lakes then. He left the train and stepped onto the deserted platform of the unmanned station, he'd done this journey before and knew there was a local bus from Staveley to the...

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Gangbang Of My Friend8217s Sister During Journey 8211 Part 1

Hii all!! This is a real story of of me my friends and cute sister of one of my friend who’s name is jyotika. We are group of four best friends me (anil), anand, Ramesh and rohit from Ahmadabad. We all were childhood friends and use to do all kinds of fun together. Now let me tell you about jyotika. She is a 1 year elder sister of my friend anand and she is always very friendly and fun loving with all of us. Now let me come to the incident happened. We were in second year of our college when we...

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