Meeting an Alien - Steampunk
Copyright© 2025 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 63: Fishing with Reese
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 63: Fishing with Reese - 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 Ma Fa mt ft Coercion Consensual Romantic Farming Restart Steampunk Science Fiction Aliens Alternate History Post Apocalypse Time Travel Paranormal Magic Spanking Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female Indian Female Anal Sex First Oral Sex Pregnancy Voyeurism Big Breasts Size Small Breasts Smoking
Bill
I spent an hour talking with Rose about the new German baking lady, Marie Albiker. She’s situated in Petersburg. The Heillizdt had borrowed Helena Pilcz’s baking memories. They overlaid them on Marie’s to ensure that Marie became a great baker. Marie had to be conked to get the full treatment. She was not my concubine; she was Rose’s.
Rose picked one of her mid-level women to set up the bakery and get Marie properly situated. I had too much crap on my plate, starting with a pregnant wife in Cuba. That weighed on my mind.
My immediate project was the new girls that Lola had found in Cuba. I knew we needed more help in Franklin, and we would need it very soon. We will last a week on the ready-made cigarettes and the cigarillos. Then we would get a ton of orders.
Between ads in the papers and the number of free things, pre-rolled items would go fast. The meerschaums would go slower because they had been rare and expensive until now. Their rareness meant they were not well known. The ads were about the machine-rolled products. I counted on the beauty of the carved white meerschaums to get them started.
The cat girls were strictly a back-burner project. I wanted them to get pregnant in a staggered manner. That way, it would be less of a problem for them. They still had to hunt and fish. If they were all pregnant at once, who would hunt?
I ported to the big boa. I piloted into the bay at Santiago de Cuba and tied up med-moor style, stern in with the anchor out as usual.
I walked to the Smith house to get the girls. I greeted the girls without touching them. That was for later. I hugged Lola goodbye and escorted the girls to my ship. I had them go below and find rooms while I got us underway.
I untied the stern lines and pretended to steer us out. Actually, Pez Volador did the work. It weighed anchor and slowly motored us out. After we left the breakwater, we picked up speed to 20 knots until we were over the horizon.
The Ox showed me the Taíno girls close up. They were all between 15 and 18 years old. None were virgins, thankfully. I was not in the mood for sex with strangers.
I called them up one at a time in order, from oldest to youngest.
I touched number 8, and she quickly muddled. As I kissed her, I pushed her little loincloth aside and fingered her until she was wet.
I moved us to the large daybed. I licked her pussy. This was so she could get Exos at both ends.
After a few licks, I was done. Then I used the conk helmet on her so she had Spanish and English. I repeated this for each girl.
The Heillizdt supplied outfits for the Taíno girls. I let them shower outside, then dressed them.
Out to sea, I had their AI put them to sleep. We flew up and headed directly towards Franklin, Virginia.
On board Pez Volador, the ship and Ox quickly addressed the girls’ health issues. They all started out looking a little underfed; getting some food in them would help them a lot.
While they slept, I had landed in the Pamlico Sound.
Ox, Pez Volador, and I discussed the rivers heading from North Carolina up to Franklin. It had shallow-draft barge traffic. We decided, fuck it, we were going to try going up the backwater rivers to Franklin!
We could raise Pez Volador slightly out of the water to avoid any shallow spots. We would disguise our waterline so anyone who saw us would think the yacht had a shallow keel.
We turned on the steam engine sound and started the fake smoke from the fake exhaust funnel. We slowly motored into the Albemarle Sound. We moved northwards carefully. I fed the girls a couple of times as we putt-putted along.
We had to anchor when it got too dark. We could see fine with radar, sonar, and several of the low-light cameras. Moving at night would be very suspicious, so we hove-to and pretended we were anchored for the night. We had the shield and the aversion field turned on, with the aversion field set to high. North Carolina is known for robbers and pirates.
Nobody bothered us, although a few rowboats came near. The aversion field gave them the shakes, and they passed us by.
Pez Volador used the spotlight on them, and none tried to even pass the aversion field. I drank my wine and watched them, amused at their idiocy. They have no idea how many men are aboard, or how well armed they may be. This is no rowboat. I have AI-controlled weapons.
Pez Volador has a fully stocked arms locker, as well as a 30 mm chain gun. It’s in one of the Heillizdt spatial anomaly blisters on the bridge’s brow. It was styled after the M230 Cannon. One shot would sink any rowboat as the bullets are over an inch wide and travel at hypervelocity. It was capable of sinking a typical wooden navy ship.
We ‘weighed anchor’ at sunup and started up the sound. Once in a while, we would stop so limbs that stuck into the channel could be cut off with the laser.
I made a big pot of quick oatmeal with apple bits and raisins for the girls’ late breakfast. They had slept in. They had that with cream, rather than milk. The orange juice was too sweet for them, but they liked my iced tea. I enjoyed my coffee and smoked my pipe.
At the right time, Pez turned west to get near the Chowan River. We had to go slow as if we were a steamboat maneuvering in tricky waters. At 4 knots, it took forever. The Chowan River split off to the North, and later we turned right into the Blackwater River. It went from 30 feet to 50 feet wide for the rest of the trip.
We pulled into Franklin after 3 pm. Pez lowered the anchor and backed close to a nearby bank. I took two lines ashore and tied the stern off to the trees.
With the girls dressed and carrying their spare clothes, we went ashore. I hired two buggies to take us to the factory. I would get Mathew or one of his assistants to take me back to the ship.
We were almost to the factory when Pez contracted me.
Pez said, “Three men were trying to get aboard. At the moment, they were messing with the lines you had tied to nearby trees. Pez said they could not get aboard, but they may untie the lines.
I said, “Pez, drop them in the middle of the Albemarle Sound, miles from anyone. That’s technically not murder.”
_I_ knew it was, because swimming is not a “thing” here and now. They were as good as drowned.
Pez said, “Done.”
I realized I had run out of patience with assholes. I let Darwinism handle it.
I spent the rest of the afternoon with Mathew and the new girls, helping them settle in. Mathew and I made plans for expanding the buildings over the next few months. I let him know I thought the cigarette project was going to go crazy. I needed more room for more girls here, as well as more workspace.
We sketched out a few things, and I left it in his capable hands. I gave him several small bags of gold coins to pay for supplies and laborers from town. He needed every girl here to make cigarettes and cigarillos. He wanted to hire e few local women for packaging and warehouse purposes. I told him that he was the boss here. “Make it happen, Mathew. I trust you. Email if you have serious problems.”
He sent me back with Soraya Guerrero driving. I figured she was important to Mathew.
I had her drop me off, and I walked towards the yacht.
Two more idiots were lurking near the boat. I untied the lines and yelled out, “Prepare to get underway.”
As soon as I jumped from the shore to the stern, we were moving down the river. That left a couple of confused would-be robbers behind. I decided then that I needed a warehouse here with a private dock.
Ox said, “You know, we could visually fade out and fly up, we could be in Williamsburg in minutes.”
I said, “Oh, how convenient for you. You want me to go interview my quasi-cousin, Reese Becker.”
Ox said, “How could you accuse me of such perfidy?”
“Ya, whatever. You lie. Go ahead and put that in motion. I guess you just happened to have a runabout nearby. Where is he?
Ox said, He’s in Orlando.
I said, “So he has replied to our job advertisement and will be there when I get there, as Windy had been?”
Ox said, “No, he’s on his way, we will time it so you will arrive a few minutes before him.”
“Whatever. At least Windy was cute and had tits. I am not too happy about the interview process. Next time, Reese gets to do it.”
Ox said, “You and I are transferring to the runabout, then we portal down to a men’s room stall. As usual, no cameras will see you when you exit. The plan is for you to meet Reese at Enzo’s Hideaway in Disney Springs. It’s at The Landing. Being a Disney buff, I assume you know where it is?”
I said, “I do and I approve of having the meeting there. I love Italian food. See, if you’d have told me that, I would have been more enthused. Did he work for Disney? You said he worked at a theme park.”
Ox said, “He did not work at Disney. His former employer was just down the road a ways. You may want to avoid mention of his previous employer. It still pisses him off.”
I said, “Well, shit, is he going to spend all his time whining about his previous employer? I can’t stand that.”
Ox said, “Fine, we will tweak that when we conk him tonight. We will ease his anger over being fucked over like he was.”
After exiting a stall in a restroom, I waited outside the restaurant for Reese. There were hundreds of people coming and going in front of the place. The hurried atmosphere at Disney was an issue. Our entering separately would be an extra problem for the employees there.
He was early, so we started inside. Ox had made reservations in my name; otherwise, we would never have been able to get a table there.
I said, “Welcome, Reese. Shall we go in?”
Reese said, “Yes, that would be nice.”