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Meeting an Alien - Steampunk

Copyright© 2025 by Duncan Mickloud

Chapter 32: A Visit to Kennedy Tobacco

Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 32: A Visit to Kennedy Tobacco - Steampunk is a stand alone coming-of-age story. Bill Morgan, Tom’s son, from the first Meeting An Alien story is almost grown up. Bill, at loose ends, arrives on Earth-19 where many dangers, challenges and needy damsels await him. It is a separate story with all new characters and a places; i.e. it is a vastly different world with a an Old-West feel. Think mid-19th century; Steam power, percussion cap weapons and duals to the death.

Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft   mt/Fa   ft   Coercion   Consensual   Romantic   Farming   Science Fiction   Aliens   Alternate History   Time Travel   Paranormal   Magic   Spanking   Interracial   Black Female   White Male   White Female   Oriental Female   Hispanic Female   Indian Female   Anal Sex   First   Oral Sex   Big Breasts   Size   Small Breasts   Smoking  

Recap: Paloma and I are in Emporia, Virginia, at ‘Kennedy Tobacco’ for our first visit. Mason Leavy is the manager. His secretary and right-hand woman is his mother, Róise.

Ox showed me a short video image of Róise and another woman bathing. Róise had Dad’s patented breast modifications.

Because of Mason’s position, the Heillizdt had returned. They had put Mason through the concubine process.


Mason asked, “Was there a reason my mother was made a concubine?’ I said, “Since you asked, I will tell you. Your father broke your mother’s arm. My father fixed it that day. To fix it properly, he had the Heillizdt collect her so they could repair the arm right away.”

“Because she was taken to the alien ship, they quickly repaired it. She also needed to be made a concubine to keep the Heillizdt’s existence a secret. It was mostly so your mother can’t talk about the ship or the yellow people.”

He said, “Did you say my father broke my mother’s arm?”

I replied, “Sadly, yes.”

He said, “Is he still alive?”

I said, “He’s in France.”

He said, “But he doesn’t speak French.”

I said, “Your father is in Normandy. They are bilingual there; it is just across the straits from England.”

I continued, “In Paris, he would have been totally screwed. He’ll be OK in Normandy, but he’s paying for his crime. He has been banished there by my father. He does not put up with men who hurt women. Your father is lucky to be alive.”

Mason said, “So, his behavior finally caught up with him. He has always been too aggressive when it comes to women. He was often rude or downright mean to many of them. He did not treat our employees all that well.”

Ox butted in mentally, “What he’s referring to is the local American male habit of asshole-ness. They inherently treat women badly; it’s in their nature to do so. When men are assholes to women here, other men ignore it, or at least, they tolerate it.”

Ox said, “They see it as that man’s personal or private business. Sticking your nose in another man’s business often results in an honor challenge. That usually ends in a fight to the death.”

I said to Mason, “At least the mystery about your father is over for you. My father would never tolerate something like that.

Mason Leavy said, “Over rudeness to women?”

I said, “Breaking your mother’s arm and his continued abuse is not rudeness. In Spanish Florida, where I’m from, good women are treasured and cared for more than they are here. We consider them the fairer sex. Being physically weaker, we consider there is a need for men to protect women from harm. Your father causes women harm!” I said, “I don’t know what sparked the argument between your parents. If he even implied he was overly rude to women, my Dad would have had him closely watched night and day.”


To change the subject, I said, “Mason, think to yourself:”

’AI - show me, my mother.’

A PC appeared on his desk.

After a moment, he said, “Holy crap. I am seeing my mother in her office pretending to type on the typewriter.’ I said, “Pretending?”

Mason said, “Ha ha, yes, she can’t type for shit. AI, show me my wife, Grace.”

The PC changed to show a woman napping with two children.

Mason said, “I could look at that all day.’ I said, “She is a pretty woman.”

He said, “Hey, I just realized she’s been changed too. The small mole on her left cheek is gone, and she looks younger. I had not noticed it before.”

I said, “Don’t worry; your wife is not a concubine. She probably got healed from a kiss from your Mom or from the children. Your Mom probably kissed her grandchildren at some time. Healing can be passed on through any kissing of the lips. You already had it, too.”

I continued, “You must not look in the mirror much. You and your children have obviously been improved. You will live longer, healthier lives.”

“Get to know your AI. It will assist you.”

I changed the subject again, and we discussed the differences here at Kennedy. It was like how Cooper-Howard runs. They use several tobacco barns for curing. One large one for storage and two others for flue-curing and smoking. The difference was that smokeless tobacco is generally kept wetter than pipe tobacco. That and different flavorings are used here.

Mason took me for a quick tour of all his facilities. While outside, I enjoyed one of my pipes. This time, I smoked a pipe made in the Canadian style.

The Canadian-style pipe is crafted from briar, featuring a long shank and a tall, wide bowl. I used the tobacco from my never-ending pouch and my Nimrod pipe lighter. This pipe is nice because it smokes cooler.

Kennedy used three different processes for making tobacco. Because of this, it has three smaller buildings. This is where the processing and packaging happen.

  1. One building is dedicated to dipping tobacco.

  2. One building is for snuff.

  3. One building is for chewing and plug tobacco. Plug style is simply chewing tobacco that has been squeezed into a brick shape. This is convenient for keeping it in your pocket.

They each use different processes and additives. They are also packaged differently by necessity. This was, in effect, like three different mini-factories on the same lot.

One significant difference is that they get a substantial amount of tobacco from the West. They use a lot of what’s called the “Kentucky Strain,” which is a unique variety of tobacco. For this reason, Kennedy has fewer farms and sharecroppers supplying tobacco locally.

Much of the Kentucky tobacco is brought in and sold by natives. Kentucky tobacco costs more because the natives demand a higher price for it.

Kentucky is labor-intensive to grow. Delivery is tedious; it must travel over local game trails from where it’s grown. It comes from hundreds of miles to the West, so it is backpacked over rough terrain. Kentucky tobacco does not grow in Virginia.

’Dipping tobacco’ is a finely ground or shredded and moistened smokeless tobacco product. It goes between the lower lips and gums. It is similar to chewing tobacco but is cut fine and is stronger.

’Snuff’ is a type of smokeless tobacco made from finely ground and is somewhat pulverized. It’s intended for use in the nose. A small pinch is sniffed up into the nostrils. Snuff tins are often small because the snuff is very potent, and a small pinch is all that’s needed.

’Chewing tobacco, ’ otherwise known as ‘spitting tobacco,’ is cut large. It is much like the first stage of pipe tobacco. It is, however, a damp, loose-leaf product that goes into a resealable pouch. The tobacco can be cut into small or medium pieces. There are various recipes for curing and mixing the diverse types of chewing tobacco products.


This was obviously a complex factory to manage. Several different product types are handled in diverse ways. Kennedy has few employees. The experience level required of his employees is generally high. Most employees consider themselves permanent employees for their entire careers. The pay here is high because Mason cannot afford to lose experienced workers.

Mason, Paloma, and I returned to his office.

We talked for a bit, and I told him to email me if he needed something.

I said, “You can also just say one of our names and start thinking what you want to say to us. Your AI would handle it from there.”

I continued, “You need to come up with a name for your AI. They are like a person and are there to help you.”

Mason said, “That was all explained by the Heillizdt. They taught me how to use the PC, too.”

We said our goodbyes, and we ported from Mason’s office to my den.

I said, “Ox, where is Gloria Gálvez?”

He said, “She is in her office talking to Lilly O’Leary. I already have a convenient portal installed in Gloria’s office.”

I asked, “Is this to be a long meeting?”

Ox said, “It looks like it. Oops, suddenly, poor Lilly needs to run to the outhouse.”

I said, “Shame on you for doing that to her.”

Ox snickered, “She just needs to fart. There is no harm. It will keep her away a couple minutes.”

I took a startled Gloria in my arms and kissed her. I sat her down, and Gigziks came through with another Heillizdt, and they departed. A few seconds later, Gloria was back.

I sent, “Paloma, Gloria is ready for you.”

Paloma arrived, and the sisters hugged and began talking.

Mission accomplished. They were lost in their own little world. I left and ported back home.

I visited Johana in the kitchen. It was well past teatime, so I was scrounging for something to eat. She showed me her new refrigerator. I had to hug her from behind and fondle her fine, bodacious ta-ta’s. I twisted her nipples gently long enough for her to have a small, squirmy orgasm.

Her new refrigerator looked like a large cabinet door. It opens to reveal a side-by-side refrigerator and freezer. She made me a roast goat sandwich and poured me a recent squeeze of apple cider. Virginia is the cider capital of New England, or so Virginians like to tell you. Pennsylvanians and New Yorkers might like to disagree. All of New England has great cider.

 
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