Chapter 7: Tobacco Baron

I downloaded a book that I soon became interested in. Later, I started to become more aware of things around me. There was a good, new smell in the air. I went down and found Cairistìne pulling a large goose out of the oven. Oh, I could eat some of that! It smelled delicious.

She had mashed potatoes and several vegetables like green beans and corn. But she also had mashed turnips, which are nasty and dirty tasting to me. I took a little of the turnips so she would know I at least tried them.

I spent Sunday at home reading and thinking. I was looking at Drozul’s version of Google Maps for Earth 19 and saw that Petersburg, Virginia, has a red pin. Emporia and Suffolk had them, too.

I said, “Ox, why are there pins at each place where we have a tobacco factory?”

He said, “Did you hover over a pin?” (I think of him as Ox because of his rough, male-sounding voice.) I put my cursor over Petersburg’s pin, and an upside-down ankh symbol showed up.

I said, “There are portals there. Do they end up in an office that is empty of people?”

He said, “Somewhat what you would suspect. If they are occupied, you will not be able to port in until it is empty. That’s the only limitation. Same thing as here. If you are home in Fort Lauderdale and want to come here, if Caitir is cleaning your room, you will have to wait. Once she leaves, you can come back.”

I sent. “How would I know when she’s done?”

He said, “I will know.”

“Why were you keeping this a secret?”

He said, “Your father asked me to tell him when you got around to discovering your inheritance by going through the papers. I was told to do this by your father. You should let him know by email.”

I dug my phone out of the bag. I’d brought it with me. I turned it on, and it was fully charged. It should be; it has a Heillizdt battery by way of Drozul. I put in my six-digit password, and there it was, I saw I had several texts. Shit! I was in trouble with both my Mom’s and my brother Cesar, AND my Dad too. Shit!

I rapidly washed up with the water provided by our maid, Caitir.

I dressed and went through to my room in Fort Lauderdale. They were not in Fort Lauderdale. I smacked my forehead and remembered Dad was on Nauti Buoy today. He’s headed towards Trinidad and Tobago. My mothers would be with him. I ported to the Nauti Buoy, and everybody was there. I was happy to see them. Wow!

I hugged and kissed my Moms for a long time. It felt so good to hold them and smell them. I have been doing this all my life and did not realize just how much I missed them after only a few short days away.

I caught up with them over breakfast, and Dad, too. I didn’t think about how easy it was to bop around and that my phone worked on 19’, too. After all, it was across time and dimensions. That meant the Heillizdt were very, very old in relation to humanity.

Later, I would think back and realize my Mom knew because they did not seem upset at all that I had left home. I hadn’t really. Home, no matter where they were, was a few steps away now that I realized it. What a dummy!

They were closer than if I lived two blocks away. They all three talked to me by sending. It is faster and wastes no breath. Dad had played a trick on me by not using ‘send’ from home. I thought about that. I had not realized I was only alone when I wanted or needed to be.

I told Dad about Lara and that I was thinking of not seeking her out again. I did not feel compelled to chase after her. I felt slighted by her behavior. She had her problems, and I was not going to go begging her for attention. I was not sure if she was screwed up. She did not seem to act her age. Maybe she was feeling guilty over our evening in the garden, or she might be pulling some female power play.

Dad and I moved to the flying bridge for more privacy from the Moms.

“Bill, that’s your thing. I am not going to say what I think you should do. By all rights, you are an adult there on 19’, and you need to discover your own mind when it comes to women. It’s often harder on you to walk away, but in the end, you’ll be stronger for doing it.”

That made up my mind. Lara is toast.

He continued, “You should go to her Aunt Amiyah and talk with her. Physically, she is now young enough for you. I tweaked her body. If you want her to be yours again, spark her again. Ox can take her back for you. It’s not like I don’t have thousands of women at my beck and call already. Her office is at number 34, St. George Avenue.”

He said, “Amiyah knows you are a Marquise; she would enjoy having you on her arm. Having bedded her, I know she is an excellent fuck. Just don’t fall in love with her; older women like her can sometimes become coercive. It’s what happens naturally with older women.”

“Maybe it’s some survival skill from our caveman days. They may not even be aware that they do it. They see it as ordinary or necessary, even. It’s ‘The ends justify the means’ because of our old male patriarchy. It’s so they can get along better, to get ahead better in life.”

I said, “So, this really ‘is’ a learning experience.”

He said, “All of life is a learning experience. I wish I could see Lara’s face when she figures out your fucking her Aunt. Later, when she finds out she was dismissive of a Marquis, that will be a real hoot. Amiyah knows you’re wealthy. This is laughingly rich,” Dad chuckled.

Dad rubbed his hands together and grinned broadly.

I said, “How did I become a Marquis?

He said, “Money essentially. In essence, I bought land in England. I bought land, and you now own it. It’s all yours. You own a LOT of land in Virginia Province, North Carolina, and in Great Britain.”

“In Virginia Province, you have several factories. You also have over 5,000 workers, with all the farms and sharecrop farmers included. Your factories export a lot of tobacco, cotton, and linen. That makes you a relatively powerful and wealthy man there in the Provinces.”

Dad and I spent the day on the fantail trolling for game fish. They had saved my room for me in the forward cabin of the starboard hull. I had a long shower before heading back.

I walked from the head on Nauti Buoy right into my room on 19’ with my clothes in my hand. I heard a knock, and the door opened, surprising me; it was Caitir.

She looked shocked.

I said, “Come in, girl, you can help me put my socks on.”

She’d become frozen looking at my naked form with my dick sticking right out there for her to see. I walked over and realized my smell in the air had muddled her. I took her arm and gently pulled her near the bed. I kissed her lips wetly, and she barely responded to that.

“Lock the door, Ox.”

I heard it click as I sat on the side of the bed. I handed her a sock, and she looked at it and right back to my dick. It had firmed up. She knelt with my sock as I held my leg off the floor.

Caitir had to open her legs to get a comfortable position to hold her balance while crouching down. Her skirt slid up over her knees. It displayed her wonderful young pussy in all its ginger splendor. Her legs are wide apart, so I could see her hymen plain as day in the bright morning sun.

Caitir is a slight girl. She is slender and is always well turned out with clean clothes, and she has a tight little body. Her bosom is modest. Her face is unfortunate. She has a pockmarked complexion, probably from teenage acne.

“Ox, I have her, right?’ He said, “Oh yes, however, Caitir is ovulating at this time. Porking that little muff right now might cause other issues later.”

I said, “Hmm, yes. I wasn’t going to ruin Caitir, in any case. I want her face to heal over the next two months. As you are here, you can pace the healing. I think she will be cute when her face looks better.”

Ox said, “Like this?” He displayed a future facial shot with her face healed.

“Exactly like that, thank you, kind sir. She will look lovely.”

The poor girl was well-zonked by my hormones. Caitir was close enough to my dick to get a big, healthy whiff. I had just had a shower, but seeing her little muff had made me harden, and my hormones had filled the room. She was crouched there, throwing me a teen pussy shot. She’s looking wonderingly and longingly right at my guy stuff. That did wonders for my ego.

I wiggled my finger at Caitir with the come closer sign. She moved forward, and I pulled her into my arms. She crawled up, pushing me over as she sprawled on top of me.

I kissed her. I started out sweetly with her. As the minutes rolled by, I got more passionate with her. I pulled her skirt higher and had my hands on her muff. I found her clitoris and started to wiggle it with my finger as I kissed her.

I did not undo her top to gain access to her small breasts. I knew what they looked like as Ox had flashed me nude images of her. Someday soon, maybe.

I continued to kiss Caitir and play with her now damp pussy. They say happiness is a wet pussy. Judging from the sounds coming from Caitir, it’s a pretty happy little pussy. I heard the quiet squishy sounds coming from her labia.

I slid to the floor between Caitir’s legs and dove in. She has a tasty little quim after you get past the pee flavor. It seems many women here do not wash themselves after peeing. It was something I was going to have to get used to. No matter. I still love to eat pussy and the pee taste fades away when they get excited. Their juicy flavor soon takes over.

I took her through one long, shuddering orgasm. Her thighs quivered, and I had my hands under her skirt and higher. I held one little booby lovingly as she shook.

“Oh goodness, oh my, oh my, oh my, ohhhhhhhh...”

I motioned for her to stand up, and I repositioned myself on the bed. I took her hand and moved her so that she was on her knees with her pussy right over my face. Of course that put my cock near her face.

She was unsure what to do, so she started rubbing her face on my man parts. That felt interesting.

I began licking her again. I pulled her closer by tugging her skinny butt cheeks. Her now engorged outer pussy lips provided a great cushion for my face as I mauled her inner lips with my tongue. I licked and nibbled at her delicate inner lips. She squirmed a lot.

She must have smelled some smegma for she began licking my dick. She was not doing it right. She was licking like a cat licks the salt off your arm. That feels interesting, but does little for me.

As I ate her and generally mauled her sex with my mouth, she started to ramp up again. She moved her legs apart trying to get her pussy as tight to my mouth as she could.

Her trembling thighs let me know she was close. I had to hold on because I could sense she wanted to get up. I think she wanted to fuck me. That’s interesting.

I held her as she moaned and shook through a long orgasm.

“OOHHHMMMmmmmmmmmmmm...”

“Ox, have her Exos increase her weight a little. Add one pound to each booby over the next few weeks. Add five pounds to her skinny little bum.”

Ox said, “Ha, ha. Please don’t make her too pretty. Some asshole will steal her from you. She’s a good servant.”

I said, “I thought she was indentured.”

He said, “She is. Just making you think more long term.”

She had come to a stop. I got her to get off me. I had her kneel on the bed and instructed her how to fondle my balls and properly suck my dick.

I considered that I was to kiss girls. If I wanted to dip my wick in strange pussy, I would need to go for grown women. I thought about fucking some virgins. I knew that could possibly have negative repercussions for those girls.

The first and biggest may be their own loss of self-respect. They didn’t have social media here. But if you overhear any conversation in any place where you eat, you will hear plenty of gossip.