Tripletit 21: Panty Raid
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Copyright Oggbashan November 2013. Edited October 2018. Tripletit 21 was posted as Tripletit Panty Raid.
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.
This episode is set on another Earth-like planet and some of the warnings aren't necessary.
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I have received my death sentence.
The results of my latest medical tests have confirmed my worst fears. I have developed the hereditary condition that affects some men in my family. It develops in the twenties, often skips generations, but all of us are carriers with the potential to affect our sons. The symptoms of increasing lassitude and weakness had become more severe over recent weeks. Getting up each morning was really hard. I had dreaded the result but it only told me what I really knew.
My girlfriend and possible fiancée, Alice, has been living with me for the last six months. More and more we were facing the prospect that she would become my resident carer as I slowly died.
We had hoped that modern medicine might find a cure, or that we would have only daughters. She was prepared to marry me and take the risk. But I wouldn't let her take on a marriage that might make her a widow within a year.
Everything had depended on those tests. Now? I have a few months to live. Everything seemed bleak.
The only interest that had taken my mind off the dreadful waiting had been our unusual next door neighbour Coralie. Coralie is a woman from Tripletit, that far-away planet inhabited by giant three-breasted women. Coralie is a giantess and the only person from Tripletit on our planet. She has been living next door to us for the last three months because we are in a very old building that has high ceilings and large tall doors on the ground and first floors. It is one of the few residential places suitable for her height.
I love watching Coralie. When we meet I have to stand back to see her face above her breasts. If I stand close, all I can see are her breasts cutting off the view upwards.
Once she hugged me, after I had helped sort out a blocked wash basin for her. She had picked me up for that hug and pressed me against her smaller middle breast. The other breasts began to swing inwards, clamping my head in place, before Coralie sighed and lowered me to the floor. Although Alice is my love, I wonder what making love to Coralie would be like.
Coralie was contracted to be on our planet for a year. She had several months to go before she could return to Tripletit. She had gradually begun to look more worried and withdrawn as if she was missing something important to her.
The legends and stories about sex on Tripletit seem unbelievable. It is far too far away for tourism to be practical. Almost the only men who go there are specialised geologists or mining contractors. Apparently they have to be single. Normal women wouldn't enjoy Tripletit because the competition from the giantesses for any Earthmen is fierce.
Alice had encouraged my interest in Coralie because it detracted from my depressed mood. We had visited Coralie's flat. She had come less frequently to ours because it was less comfortable for her. Our furniture just isn't large enough.
Coralie and Alice are friends who share secrets they keep from me. My only serious argument with Alice has been about Coralie. Alice claimed that I didn't see Coralie as a person, but only saw her as an unusual sexual object. Yet for some reason Alice seems to want me to actually have sex with Coralie. Why?
I admit that I am attracted to Coralie. I would, in theory, like to experience sex with her but she scares me. She is so much larger than any woman I have ever met or seen. Any sexual encounter with her would be with me as her victim. There is no way that it could be sex between equals, as it is with Alice.
Alice is right in one sense. I am intrigued by Coralie, and also her clothing. I'd like to handle Coralie's panties, which must be huge. Sometimes I get glimpses of her washing drying on the balcony at the front of her flat, next to ours. I have to peep sideways around the opaque dividing screen but she hangs her panties close to the screen, with her outer clothing on the part of the line I can see easily.
On the Friday evening, the day I had been told my death sentence, Alice was trying hard to rouse me from the deep depression caused by the loss of my future. She was failing. Even the offer of a night of sex didn't dent the gloom. As usual I'd have to wear a condom because I daren't get Alice pregnant with a possibly doomed male.
Eventually Alice snapped.
"Simon! Why don't you go and fuck Coralie! It would help you."
"How?" I retorted. "Is she into necrophilia? Fucking a dying man?"
"You're not dying now, today, this minute. Sex with Coralie might help."
"Help how? Make me realise just how helpless I am? She'd swamp me."
"That might do you good. She might take you out of yourself; see that you have some life yet to live, some experiences yet to have..."
"What do you want me to do, Alice? Draw up a list of fifty things I must do before I die with fucking Coralie at the top? I can't afford to do many of the things I'd like to do. I haven't got the energy for many of the free ones. I'll gradually get worse, turning you from a lover into just a carer."
"Of course I'll care for you, Simon. I love you. I want us to enjoy the time we have left. Coralie thinks she can help."
"The only thing I really want to do with Coralie is see her panties. They intrigue me. Are they sensible passion killers? Or large but sexy?"
"Why not ask her?"
"Where's the fun in that? She'd just be showing me her laundry. No. I want to pinch them from her washing line."
"Then, for fuck's sake, do it! She's meeting me for coffee tomorrow morning. You'll have a couple of hours. You could easily nip around the screen between the balconies and pinch her panties. You could have them to yourself for an hour or so before you need to put them back..."
"OK, Alice. It's a deal. I'll pinch Coralie's panties tomorrow morning."
Was I set up? The prospect of handling Coralie's panties had actually given me more excitement than I had felt for weeks. Alice and I did make love that night, gently and lovingly.
As I lay in bed half-awake the next morning I wondered just what it would be like to make love to Coralie. Would she be as overwhelming as I dreaded? As a person she seemed less intimidating than she would be as a possible sexual partner.
Coralie arrived about ten in the morning. I made my excuses, loudly slammed the front door and crept upstairs to our balcony. Although I was worried that I wouldn't have the strength to do it, I found it very easy to cross from our balcony to Coralie's. I looked around to see if anyone was watching and crept behind the dresses hanging on the clothes line at the front of the balcony. There were Coralie's panties. I reached for a blue silk pair...
Large hands grabbed me. I was dangling in mid air with one hand covering my mouth. Coralie had caught me about to steal her panties. I could hear her giggling as she carried me through her flat into her bedroom. She sat down on the bed with me on her lap, her hand still gagging me.
"Well, Simon," she said calmly. "We meet at last. You've been avoiding me and ignoring Alice's broad hints. I don't want to force you into accepting what I can do for you, but maybe I can bribe you."
I couldn't understand what she was getting at. She picked up a pair of her panties, another blue pair, and held them in front of my face.
"Would you like these, Simon? As a present for you to keep?"
I was embarrassed. Had Alice told Coralie everything? But the prospect of owning a pair of Coralie's panties was very tempting.
"You want them, don't you?"
Despite myself I nodded.
"Getting them is very easy. All you have to do, with Alice's full agreement, is suckle on one of my breasts. Will you?"
I was shocked. Suck on Coralie's breast? The idea was very attractive. I would like to know what was so special about a Tripletit woman's breast.
"Please, Simon." Coralie was actually pleading with me. "Do it for Alice, if not for yourself. It means so much to her."