Tripletit - The Story So Far

Her arms forced my head towards the erect nipple.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I sat and sipped the coffee.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Perhaps the explorers were distracted?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mr Trelawney? I'm Chloe."

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

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

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

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

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

"Not really."

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

"Yes, Chloe."

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

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

I nodded.

"There are a few basic rules, Derek.

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

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

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

"Yes, Chloe."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes?"

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

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

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

The maid laughed.

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

She leant over to kiss me.

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

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

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

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

"Come in Derek."

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

"This is my home, Derek."

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

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

"Rhonda? How did she...?"

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

"I'm not sure I like that."

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

"Then why?"

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

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

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

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

"Do you know who they are?"

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

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

"You know them?"

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

"And you don't?"

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

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

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

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

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

"What happens now, Chloe?"

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

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

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

"Have you got spies with Donald and Hogstock?"

"I can't answer that."

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

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

"Why you, Chloe?"

"Because I have a degree in geology."

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

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

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

Chloe nodded.

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

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

"But Donald and Hogstock have?"

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

"How many pairs?"

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

"All of them?"

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

"Why?"

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

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

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

"Even me?"

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

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

"I'll protect you."

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

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

"So you'll come with me?"

"Yes, partner."

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

Over the next few weeks I equipped and organised three twelve-women exploration groups to survey different parts of the continent that had not been adequately prospected for minerals. I doubted that they would achieve much except to gain experience. They were the best geologists the planet could produce but their field experience was abysmal. The paperwork to allow the expeditions was almost the worst mind-boggling gobbledegook I had dealt with on any planet. Without Chloe and Rhonda's help I would have failed to get permission.