Chapter 24: Loving Nipples

Needing a break, N’omi and I went to the cafeteria for tea and snack time. I sat with the ladies I had been recently with at the tobacco mixing building. Somehow Ox managed to get an up-skirt of every girl as well as up-jumper or tit shots. It’s hot here, and the women can wear nothing under their work clothes.

After lunch, N’omi took me to the wood pipe building and introduced me to the foreman. The foreman then took me around.

Here are many tables in rows. Men and a few burly women are employed here carving pipe bowls and stems. There were two distinct groups of people. Some make pipe bowls, while others make pipe stems.

The pipe bowl guys use a drawing of the pipe bowl they want. The men sketch the top, bottom, and sides onto a wooden blank with a graphite pencil. They check the measurements.

The pencil lines tell them approximately where to cut. He uses a vice to hold the blank and a back saw to cut with. Then, they use rasps, files, scrapers, gouges, and chisels to change that lump of wood into a pipe bowl.

Many different kinds of wood are used to make pipes. Today, the mix is ash, cherry, beech, and oak.

The most senior pipe-makers are the only ones who create pipes in briar. The three of them sit on a dais overlooking the others. It is difficult to make briar pipes, and since briar is rare and only obtained from Europe, it’s more expensive. Briar takes decades to grow.

They use a lot of Pennsylvania holly for making common wood pipe stems. It’s pure white when properly dried, and it’s fairly hard. It can be stained almost any color. The holly must be from winter-harvested wood.

The pipe stems have a tenon on the end that plugs into the pipe. The pipe has a mortise to receive the pipe’s stem.

The guys who make the pipe stems share foot-powered lathes to turn the part that plugs into the pipe bowl. 95% of the wood stems are straight.

They have foot-powered drills that make the air holes through the pipe stems. The rest of the pipe stem shaping is done by hand. There are several basic stem types. Each type of stem works with certain pipe models.

Some pipe stems are wood, and others are made from Vulcanite rubber. Vulcanite is a process of heating latex rubber and adding sulfur to darken it and harden it. Vulcanite rubber pipe stems can be easily heated over an alcohol flame and bent to shape. They can also be shaped the same way as wooden stems using lathes and files. Natural Vulcanite is brown, and many stems are dyed black.

Vulcanite is generally more expensive than wood. It lasts much longer than wood. People chomp down on pipes, and they wear from the teeth action. Many pipe smokers walk around with the bit stuck between their back teeth. That really wears a pipe stem. This is why you can buy pipe stems for your favorite pipes.

A small side room has a bunch of women that finish the pipe stems. All stems need to be finished.

Some common wood pipe stem colors are white, black, brown, brick, and yellow. White is not pure, as it is a natural wood shade. Many stems are dipped in stain, wiped off, and dipped again. After a final dip, it is put on a stand to dry overnight. The next day they are waxed and buffed several times until they have a high shine.

Bending the wood requires a steam generator and clamping rigs. This is a process that takes a lot of time. You can’t get wood to bend easily. Bentwood stems are the most expensive.

This shed is also where the pipes come together. A few people there match the right pipe stem with the right pipe bowl. Then, the pipe is inserted in a felt pipe bag for resale. Top-quality pipes are placed in presentation boxes. Briar pipes go in wood presentation boxes.

At the end of the day, I felt beaten up. The pipe buildings had been a lot of work. Male workers prefer to avoid explaining to you what they are doing. Getting info was like pulling teeth. That was frustrating. I had Ox give me a steady stream of information as we went through. Much of the info he provided was from modern England, Scotland and Ireland on my Earth back home. There are still a lot of pipe smokers there.

Tomorrow, I was scheduled to be in the clay pipe shop. I was glad to be away from the disagreeable and surly carving men tonight. I think those idiots thought I was after their jobs. As if!

Ya, I want to leave my secretly climate-controlled offices and pretty sexy assistants. This is so I can sit in a hothouse of stinky men performing repetitive manual labor? No! I don’t live for the hot sweat dripping off my nose and chin.

N’omi escorted me back to my office. We were both sticky with sweat. Naomi was also hot for my body. She was quivering with anticipation. I had not helped her. I had sneakily touched her repeatedly as we moved about. She was pretty frazzled at this point.

I’d touched and fondled her ass a dozen times. I accidentally slid a hand into her top and onto one breast or the other. I would rub her or pinch the nipple lightly. Sometimes, my hand went through the armhole; other times, it went down through the neck hole. Several times, I had even firmly grabbed her vulva.

A few times, I even rubbed a wet finger over her nether lips. I was guilty of stringing her out. I should help her. She was on the edge of a nervous breakdown. I had her so sexually primed.

I took us from the office right to my apartment. Naomi looked around like she was confused. I saw she got woozy, so I put a chair under her as she sat, and she went to sleep.

Gigziks came in. She was holding a thing that looked like an old-time half helmet for motorcycles.

Gigziks said, “You seem to have a lot of ladies coming to your private apartment. We decided to just give you your own concubine helmet. This is portable and limited. All it does is instill loyalty and affection.”

“It does not program anyone other than it instills loyalty to you. Normally, we prefer to handle conking people. It seems you are getting more occasional ladies who only require loyalty. Keep the helmet in the walk-in closet when not in use. It is set to only work for you.”

I said, “Great, let’s try it out now.”

I put the helmet on N’omi’s head. It had one red button. I pushed it, and it lit up. 20 seconds later, the light went out. I picked it up off N’omi’s head and took it to the closet.

I came back as N’omi was waking up. Gigziks was gone.

I told N’omi, “Let’s have a bath; we could both use one.”

She looked at me with deep affection and said, “Yes, Bill.” I loved how her eyelids fluttered at me.

I walked to the bathroom. I went right to the shower and set the temperature and turned on the shower heads.

“Take your clothes off, N’omi.”

I had mine off in a flash and got under the water. She came in timidly. I soaped up a rag and started washing her. She liked that!

I managed to get N’omi off with my hand.

N’omi wanted to wash me. She was so careful and delicate it drove me nuts. Her hands are tiny, and her ultra-light touch is maddening.

I got us clean and headed for bed. I sat on the bed in the middle. I like kissing. It gets me worked up, which makes sex much more worthwhile. I got N’omi on top of me with her legs around me. She’s so short. This positioned her just a hair above me for kissing. I started teaching her the fine arts of kissing.

I noticed the Exo’s changes made to N’omi. I knew Ox was able to control them to an extent. N’omi’s facial complexion was perfect today; she had more energy and was even more perkier than she was. She had been quite perky already. I grabbed a tit and realized I had just been messing with her earlier.

This was an all-new boob from what she had the other day. It was firm, quite firm. I got my head down to take a nipple in my mouth and found another surprise. His nipple grew. It grew to be very long. It grew to at least an inch long and maybe 5/16ths of an inch across. Holy shit!

The minute I rubbed N’omi’s nipple between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, it made her go spaz. She began to squeal and babble incoherently. Her entire body shook, and I realized she had nipples that made her instantly cum. Fuck Me!

“Ox?”

He said, “Yes, those were all my ideas. I saw how you liked the rosy red ones. What else could be more cool? Massive nipples that grow out and have a sexual shunt directly connected to her clitoris. It’s also connected to her G-spot.”

I said, “Gimme a minute.”

I shifted N’omi down, and she mounted me instantly. She didn’t notice her cherry getting plucked as she took me inside her. Boy, was she tight, and was her tunnel ever short. Only half of me fit inside her.

I took her other nipple in my mouth. N’omi’s pussy clamped down and started to shake my pecker like my cock was in a paint mixer. She shook and shook until I was forced to spurt up into her. At the very end, she clung to me so firmly that I think she bruised my pelvic area. No matter, the Ex’s would fix that in moments.

I rolled back flat with her little body still mounted over me. I knew I was in trouble when I looked into her eyes. At the least, she was passionately infatuated with me. At the most, she was head over heels in love. I palmed her little titties and fed my mouth on the first nipple I could. I hung on for the ride as she vibrated and shook so hard I had to clutch her to me, or she would fall off me and the bed. She fell over on me and, I think, went right to sleep.

I sent, “Ox, can you do this to any woman?”

He sent, “Yes, ha-ha, and I can tone it down or make the woman as she was before. It’s all done through the Exo’s. I won’t ask if you like it. Both of your data streams are off the chart.”

He sent, “I would recommend against using this on Sondra Cooke. She could get run out of town. She might be tarred and feathered for being a sex witch or something. She’s already too oversexed.”

I sent, “Yes, too dangerous for Sondra. I could do it just one night and have you reverse it before she woke up the next morning.”

Ox sent, “I still think it’s too much for Sondra. Can you imagine her crushing on you? Too much of Sondra could get bad. She might get obsessive-compulsive, and that would piss you off. You do like your space.”

Ox sent, “Rose comes. Should I delay her?”

“No.”

Rose came through the portal.

I got up and walked to her naked. She looked at N’omi, who was crashed sideways on the bed.

She said, “I’d wondered. I sensed when you left. Was she any good?”

“The best. Look at her nipples.” I went over and mildly rolled one, and she started moaning and weeping in her sleep that she needed me in her right now. I left her boobs alone, and she calmed right down.”

Rose said, “They’re huge, wow! Merely touching them sets her off like that?”

I said, “If I am in her and tongue a nipple, she instantly goes berserk, and she gets the cum of a lifetime. She can do it again in as little as a minute later. I can’t tell you how pleasurable that is for me.”

I sent, “Ox, how long would it take Rose to grow longer nipples and connect them to her clit?”

He said, “The very long nipples would take a couple hours. I can make the nipples much more responsive. They can respond almost instantly and connect directly to her clit. You gonna do her?”

“Do it, Ox. Charge Rose up. This is for science. Just do it half as sensitive as Nomi.”

“Uh-huh, sure, it’s for science. Coming right up. 1/2 power.”

I took Rose by the dinette and poured us two half glasses of Chianti. This one is moderately dry. Drinking wine, I wondered, ‘Is it pizza night yet?’