Chapter 2. Date With The Patron

Sunday September 21

Sunday night was planned for my first “overnight date” with the Patron. Ximena and I spent most of Saturday and Sunday walking around the garden-like grounds of the Colony. We talked about our ceremony, about things that had been done in the past and what we liked, but the evening weighed on us like a shadow. I mean, we were both on the cusp of expressing same-sex love for each other, to take the other as a spouse, yet here I was going off to spend the night allowing, even inviting another person to use my body completely.

He was a nice man, a man we both respected. But what he and I were going to do was closer to the animal than it was to the enlightened human being.

On top of that was the fact - I could not hide it - that I wanted it, even if he was an old animal and I was a young one of the opposite sex. Furthermore, if we agreed to this wedding (the deadline for a decision was next Wednesday) then on next Saturday Ximena would also present her virgin body to the Patron for her deflowering. She was very unsure about how she felt about the whole business; did she want it, did she not want it, did she resent that it would happen to me? She just was not sure.

As we wandered we held hands and told each other that we shared love. We believed that, but it led to the question of where love stood when a third, unloved person was involved?

We talked briefly about me, the Prince and Abril, but that really did not help, because I loved both of them and they both loved me. Also, Abril loved the Prince as much as she could in her confused world. So the three of us often fucked together.

At last we talked about the basics of the ceremony, we just about talked it to death. We were agreed that she would wear white. Me? We were still undecided, wearing white while pregnant always struck me as being confused about something very basic.

We finished the afternoon by spending an hour in bed, nibbling, kissing and handling the others breasts and nipples.

An hour after we finished dinner I left for the Patron’s bedroom for our first intimate date. I was horny for cock, even an old cock. I was fresh from the shower and wore only a thin light robe with a tie at the waist, by design it didn’t hide much.

I passed Tony downstairs on the way to the Patron, his eyes said I looked very lovely, but neither of us trusted ourselves to speak. My Prince said I could be with Tony if I wanted, and I really wanted him to take me against the wall on the spot. But since I was on my way to the Patron’s bed, I did not mention it.

For Ximena it was a test. She did not exactly like the idea, but she saw my need, and how we both needed it as a step towards our goal. The one mental hitch in her willingness to marry me was the idea that I was a bi-slut who would likely fuck the Patron, the Chief, Tony and maybe some others like Brisk during our temporary marriage. I had told her the story about the Prince, Gracie and the cowboys on the farm. She had heard rumors about it, and actually talked to one of the “Gracie fans.” It did not take much to see that I could enjoy myself, going farther under the sun with a crowd, if it was me who was tied up and spread out for the cowboys. Yum.

We both knew the Prince had given me to another man, my own father, under his roof, and the plan was that a lot of grooms would fuck me when I was married to him and he became Patron. Between my marriage to Ximena, and her departure for Chile I was not likely to be monogamous even if she would prefer I was. The fact was that I liked cock. Maybe she would feel the same after the Patron fucked her on her wedding night.

At supper with the Patron, Ximena and my family, Tonto asked about the Patron duties and what he did all day. The Patron explained that no day was typical, and that unlike most leaders, he worked as needed. Today, for instance, he spent all morning using a shovel in the waist-deep water, as he and a work team repaired a fence post by the river. The ground had eroded at the river edge, so they placing rocks that Ximena gathered by hand under the water so it would not happen again soon. The Patron did not stand in the shade and supervise, he worked as part of the crew, wet, dirty and sweating. He was the oldest, but he was also the tallest so he got the worst job. It was the way things were done. He made a note to get some deeper hip waders for the next time.

By noon the riverbank crisis was under control so the barb-wire stringers and cowboys moved in to do their jobs. Since the time of Captain Foxe, keeping the livestock away from the river edge had discouraged the local wildlife. With no herds coming to the river to drink the ambush hunters like caymans could not survive here. Now this section of the river saw no caymans or piranhas. Snakes did not have much range and they really hated herds with sharp hooves. Only great cats wandered everywhere, and they were usually deterred by the barbwire fence and the cowboys on horseback. The cats found little wild game to feed on in the area and discovered that humans could hunt them so they rarely approached.

The land had retained a lot of the trees, which was what the orbiting cameras saw. But the colonists had cleared the brush 300 years ago. That was a serious handicap for wild predators to overcome.

Before the conquistadors came, the Amazon natives regularly lost children each year to the wild. But crossbows, men on warhorses and gunpowder had changed this patch of the Amazon. The first ranger, an English woman sent by Bishop Foxe for her own protection, was deadly hunting on horseback with a bow. She cleared the land of predators within their usual feeding range.

When I got to the Patron’s bedroom I knocked at the door. A woman I had seen in the house but didn’t know opened the door, said hello, and let me in as she exited. She seemed a little unsure about greeting me, I think she would have kissed my belly - they all did - but I tried to project a hurry-up face. She was wearing an open house coat, like she just put it on. I did not know what she was doing there, exposing herself, but I guess my arrival ended whatever it was.

The Patron was sprawled naked on the bed. His cock was visible, semi-erect and it looked moist. Perhaps it was sucked on very recently? I was struck by how, even semi-erect, it looked to be a young cock. It was not out of place, it seemed to fit the skin around it. I won’t say he had a hard-body, but his legs, torso and shoulders seemed like a fitter version of my own father. His belly was trim. Only the face and the neck struck me as a generation older than Ernie.

“Good evening La Bella, I am glad you agreed to meet me like this. I admit I am curious about what you have in mind coming here tonight. But first things first, I must greet your young visitor.” With that he slipped out of bed, got on his knees, and bid me to approach.

I figured he was not interested in my robe so I dropped it on the bed and stepped up to him nude, presented my belly to him. To me it seemed my figure had swelled a great deal, but at only 4 months I knew I was fooling myself, it was teenage thinking. The Patron said I was the “image or beauty and health.” My dear loving sister Pammie would be glad to tell me my faults.

The Patron gently kissed my belly and began to speak to my child.

“What a wonderful thing to be visited by an heir, it is the final task of a life’s hard work. Tell me little one, will you become the Patron after your Father? Or will you be a wise princess to gently guide your people? So many mysteries as I near the end of my long road, I am almost tempted to retire early and travel to see the many things I have heard of, but I know your father still has his work in LA, so I must continue here. You will witness wonders I cannot believe. I hope I get to know you better before I go on. As for now, since your father is not with us I do hope to do my family duty helping your dear mother find pleasure this night, and that her blood carries better chemicals for your sleep because of it. I recall visits by your father’s mother Zoam, when I gave her pleasure. She had wild eyes and was greedy for family visits when her husband was away ... or distracted. When she was pregnant we believe it helped the child inside, and she was so grateful to have somebody close to comfort her body and mind while Pablo was pursuing her attackers.”

As I considered it that was a very pleasant thought about family and how they might support each other. It was a different view of family values but then in the US so many families are broken as generations find different paths.

(This is set in September 2008, as the election approached. I had to wonder, how many adult children would vote for the same party as their parents?)

Then he looked up at me. “Thank you Cynthia, this moment has meant so much to me.” He got to his feet and looked me over. “You are so beautiful, and so young! I have been visited by young women, a fair number marry before they are twenty, but not many with your gifts and blessings.”

Looking him over I had to say, “You don’t look so bad yourself. Close up I see the charm, aged but also vital and wise. Now I see the attraction so many speak of. If I was an artist I would depict you as Jupiter or Zeus, except I know I could not capture your sexiness ... no, a better word is ‘randiness’ that radiates from you. As an example it explains a lot of the ancient stories about young women giving themselves to old men in different disguises. In LA, nobody would believe a generational gap as wide as ours would be sexually attractive to a younger woman, they would only think of money and power to explain it. Now as I stand here I know better and am very ready to learn more.”

“Thank you for that, I shall take those words into my heart. Now I must ask, since you are a California girl who has only been with young men, are you sure you want this night to go as we discussed? Perhaps the thought of kissing aged flesh...”

“Stop that! I admit that such thoughts have bothered me in the past, it is what I learned when I was young and silly. Also, the older men in my family like my grandfather and his brother seem older and used up, where you have a vital spirit. But the reality ... well, they say actions speak louder...” With that it was my turn to lean forward and eagerly take his cock into my mouth. I would never have imagined doing that before, but my change in feelings about him was sincere. I really wanted him doing me, plowing this cock into my body as a lover, and for an LA girl like me that often starts with a kiss, and not on the lips. I wrapped my lips around his cock and felt the stiffness rise. The sexual draw of his power obliterated my previous reservations.

As I closed my eyes and took his cock into my mouth it felt like my Prince’s cock, it was smooth, hard for my body and desirable, something significant I wanted inside of me. I bent my head down to lick his balls, it was something I was drawn to. Good stuff there too. This was my Prince’s grandfather, my baby-daddy was the seed of the seed from these balls! I knew there was more vital cum in there, fresh cum I wanted inside my own body. Cum I wanted my child close to, to make the familial connection even if I knew from boring classes that there was no actual contact.