Journey to Tripletit

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.