Chapter 25: Clay Pipes

At my office in Petersburg, I opened my office door so people would know I was in. Not ten minutes later, Pearl came waltzing in. She closed the door. Oh, a private meeting? Am I in trouble?

I said, “Ox, make the tit modifications. Half-size the big-ass nipples and connect them to her clit like you did to Rose.”

He said, “OK, give it ten minutes for the Exos to do its miracle. She is pregnant with your child. The Exos helped her husband a lot. He’s able to fuck now if she gets on top and does most of the work. She has a new hobby at home.”

( What??? )

I said, “Well, that’s as close as I want to get to Pearl’s hubby. I don’t do men and don’t want to start helping every guy out. There is nothing in it for me.”

Pearl sat across from me in the other armchair.

She said, “Thank you for whatever you did. Not only did I look and feel like a much younger woman while naked, but it helped Harry. So what exactly did you do?”

I said, “Personally, I did nothing except have sex with you. My father has this ability, and it was passed down to me. The ability goes back a long way. Evidently, someone was happy with our family and gifted us with a minor healing ability.”

She said, “Minor? It’s not minor to me. I will do anything you ask of me. I am eternally in your debt. Just name it.”

I said, “Take off your clothes above your stockings and get on the bed.” ( I pointed )

I quickly removed my belt, kilt, and vest.

I got on my knees and pulled her to me. I looked at my handiwork. Pearl’s outer lips are bare and baby-smooth now. I see her own modest inner lips and her pussy hole. Pearl has a sweet teenage-looking pussy now. I can see she’s wet already just thinking about it.

I stuck a finger in and searched for her G spot. After finding it, I started tapping it as I leaned forward and began lightly licking her clit. In minutes, she was thrashing and getting close. I saw that her clit had come out and was a larger, white, pea-shaped thing. It had been modified.

“Ox, silence the office, please. They will think I am killing her when I tweak her nipples.”

“Silenced.”

“WAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaa, oh do me! Oh hell. DOOO MEEEE BILL! - Unhhhhhhhhhh...”

As she was on the downside of her orgasm, I shifted up and moved her up as I stuck my fat prick into her. I looked down at her new, improved tits. They had been soft B’s that failed the pencil test. She now has perky firm C’s.

I could feel her cunt working at my pecker. She was going through aftershocks. After I got situated, I grabbed her nipples and gently-so-gently turned them to and fro.

Her cunt locked up and immediately tried to pinch my pecker off. This is one tight-ass cunt. Pearl reared up into the air, and on every down stroke I made, she rammed herself up at me.

UNH, UNH, UNH, UNH, she constantly rammed herself at me. A steady SLAP-SLAP sound is coming from her cunt as she bashes herself against me.

“AAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEeeeeeeeee. OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH, YESSsss, Biilll...”

She locked her heels on my ass, and I was held immobile as her cunt massaged and clutched at me crazily. I had no choice; my balls spat up a massive load.

I grunted.

A minute later, I said, “Sweet Pearl, you’re the best, hon.”

I lay against her lightly until we got our breath. She was big enough and toughened enough now she could take my weight. It feels nice being in her this way. After languishing inside her, we used the water in the privy pitcher and bowl to sponge ourselves off. We got dressed.

Pearl said, “I would like to send you out with Mirin Todd today. You had your filthy way with N’omi. ( she smiled ) You need to leave her alone for a while, or you could break her heart.”

Pearl continued, “I will explain to her that she can only lust for you from afar. You’re a Marquis, for goodness sake. You own this whole town and much of the surrounding area. She can share your bed occasionally, but she cannot share your life or your title.”

I said, “OK, send this Mirin Todd in now.”

She got up and kissed my lips, “Ask for me any time you want me.”

I asked, “Uhm, what about Nicholson? Do you wish to continue on with him?”

She said, “No. I am going to tell Nicholson my husband has improved enough that he and I are having sex again. John will pick a younger girl to replace me. Let’s be honest; everyone knows Rose is actually in charge. He’s just the muscle; she’s the management brains here.”

I said, “Hon, one of the things my ability does is make the person smarter and quicker to come up with ideas. You are smarter now and will get smarter as time goes along. You could step into her job at any time.”

Pearl said, “Crap! Really? I am going to be as smart as Rose is?”

I said, “Was, you understand completely, she was already very smart. Now, she is even smarter. Send Miss Todd in; I need to tour the clay pipe section today.”

Pearl giggled as she walked away, swinging her hips as she left.

“Ox, What was her giggling?”

Ox said, “The Clay Pipe division is run by two sisters; both are Mirin Todd’s older sisters.

Nylah Todd is the foreman in that division; her assistant is Flora Todd; she’s the middle sister.”

“The clay pipe division is closed to men. It is in a very hot area. They have a couple big ceiling fans. Women take turns turning the fans, but it’s hot because of the nearby clay ovens. The place is completely topless, and the women wear very little. They all go topless this time of year. Their short skirts are scandalous, so they have some comfort. Ox sent me a panoramic still. Oh my. A big room full of quite skimpily dressed topless women.

A whole room full of naked titties!

Then he sent me a vid of Nylah, Flora, and Mirin Todd taking baths at a bathhouse. I had wondered how the locals took baths.

All three have flame-red hair, including their red bushy pubes and armpits.

Being younger, Mirin’s crotch is not as bushy. All three are gorgeous red-headed Irish women. The younger girl, Mirin, has a more modest pair of titties.

Mirin’s really young-looking. Nylah, the foreman, looks about 30 and has bigger softer tits. The straw boss and sub-foreman, Flora, looks early 20-ish and has tits sized between the other two. Each has a different shade of pink on their areolas and nipples. All three look to be on the petite - or short side.

After pussy closeups, Ox showed me the closeups as 5-second stills. He did that for each girl’s pussy in this division. Fuck me!

“Ox, what is the ratio of redheads to blonds and brunets here? I see a lot more redheads than is normal.”

He said, “We noticed that peculiarity.

13% are ginger

15% are the dark redheads

22% are blondes

31% are differing shades of brunette

19% have black hair

Ox said, “This is to be expected for this here and now. The English Isles on Earth 19 have had very few foreign incursions during the past. The gingers and redheads are mostly from Ireland and Scotland. A few come from England itself. The really dark-headed girls are primarily Welsh. Red hair is considered a regressive gene. It has not been displaced on Earth 19 as it had on your Earth.”

I said, “Would you look at all those fricken titties?”

A knock happened at my door.

“Come in.”

It is Mirin. She is a petite little thing, not even 5 feet tall. She is pink-complected, but just barely. She’s more off-white with a rosy undertone. Her face is angelic and so delicate and fine looking. All her features are small and fine.

I said, “You must be Mirin?”

“She said, “Ye-yes, Mi-lord.”

I said, “Please, none of that. My father’s the real lord. I’m just one of his brats,” and I smiled at her.”

Mirin curtsied and smiled, “Yes, sir.”

I thought, ‘She does blush prettily.’

We chatted for a few minutes about the task today, and then we set off. When we arrived at the clay pipe building, we passed through a guard shack. The guard checked who I was. After entering the building, we were in a short hallway that was dead-ended. It has two doors, which I thought odd. Mirin knocked at one of the doors.

“Yes?”

Mirin said, “It’s me, Mirin, with Mr. Morgan, the new owner.”

I heard, “Do come in, dear.”

Each sister was prettier than the previous one. I was getting whiplash from looking between the three sisters. They all have a pink skin tone, no freckles, and vivid flame-kissed hair. Gorgeous! Their features were all fine and almost Elvin-looking.

Their faces looked as fine as porcelain.

The two older ones wore short skirts and had very thin blouses with nothing underneath. They are not wearing corsets. I saw thin jackets on hangers. They must put those over the blouse when they leave this area.

They had stood up. They were more substantially built than Mirin. Their thin tops showed most of their womanly gifts.

Ox was distracting me by showing me the three girls’ pussies and tits. Fricking AIs! Ox had done something; Nylah and Flora’s tops suddenly became entirely diaphanous. ‘Oh my.’ I could clearly see their areolas and nipples.

Damn. The sisters didn’t notice they were bare from the waist up. This was an AI-generated projection based on the three sisters’ bath time.

They offered me a seat, and they began talking about what they did here. I heard damn little, being muddled by the lovely breasts I was seeing.

They produced commercial-grade clay pipes, including the 5-cent pipe and the 10-cent Thames pipe. Mostly, the low-end pre-cast pipes were made here. They had 25 women alone making the inexpensive retail clay pipes that sell for under a dollar.

This department has dozens and dozens of women making clay pipes. Some are working on high-end pipes, while others are operating the ovens. Many also perform other types of pipe-making tasks, such as adding appliqués, sculpting, or glazing. A small section fits pipe stems from the other division. A section another handles packaging.

It takes 5 minutes to make a very inexpensive pipe, while it can take several hours or even days to create an artistic, expensive one.

Many more women are involved in firing the pipes. Some add appliqués, paint on designs, or paint the glazing on and firing the pipes. Three women specialize in hand-making and carving fine clay pipes. There was a different section where they were doing very custom work.

Nylah broke out a clay pipe to show me. It was a medium-sized, handmade pipe with Queen Mary’s face on it. Old Queen Mary of William and Mary fame was not an obese German woman but rather a historical figure. So, her pipe bowl was shaped to fit her bloated caricature. Nylah loaded her pipe and lit it.

Not to be undone, I pulled out my King George VIII meerschaum. I certainly liked the spatial anomaly pockets that allowed me to carry a large selection of pipes and tobacco.

I stoked it up with the Málaga Bay tobacco. I used the metal pipe lighter I got from Rebecca Perry to beat her to the punch, lighting up. I lit and stoked up while she fucked with matches.

She looked at me in surprise. My meerschaum is quite impressive looking. It is a huge yet very detailed pipe. It barely fits in my hand.