Methven - Day Thirteen - Part One
I knew exactly what I was looking for.
First, I needed a bath. Preferably a hot bath, with plenty of soap and warm, fluffy towels--but I was willing to settle for a dip in a freezing cold stream using sand as a soap substitute and my stinky clothes as towels, if necessary.
I smelled so bad I could hardly stand myself--and I couldn't have been any more appealing to everyone else. After four days of non-stop hiking, I was in full, fragrant flower and the meager contents of my wash basin had barely sufficed to sluice the caked dust off my face and hands.
After that, I was going to need something substantial to eat and several cups of Bruno's coffee--or s'lyme more likely- -to wash it down with. Then, I was going to find the Elixir of Awakening that Mantami had told me was the prerequisite to learning his bag of Scout Way tricks.
Of course, Mantami's Clanhome is a three dimensional labyrinth--a maze of twisty little passages that, in its residential parts, all look pretty much the same. I quickly realized it was going to take a while before the logic of the place's layout became clear to me.
So, I just walked up to the first Vomisa I saw and asked her where a man could find a bath in this one-sabat joint.
Or words to that effect.
Ukatasi--the woman I buttonholed--spoke the Traders' Tongue well enough that I eventually got the concept of a hot bath across to her. When the lightbulb finally clicked on, she cracked a big grin and nodded excitedly.
"Yes, yes! You speak of the Pools of Pleasure, Mr. Drew. Shall I lead you there?"
I started to crack wise, then thought better of it. Heck, the kid was trying her best to be hospitable.
"Yes, please, that would be very nice."
. . .
The Pools of Pleasure lie over a low ridge, about a ten-minute walk from the Clanhome proper. They're a series of wading-depth basins fed on one side by an icy mountain stream and on the other by an underground hot springs. Depending on how close you are to one or the other source they vary from scalding to..brisk.
As Ukatasi and I approached them, I discovered why they were called the Pools of Pleasure. What looked from a distance like groups of Vomisa lounging in and around those aptly-named pools turned out to be more like a mass orgy. Couples, trios and larger clusters writhed and rutted in completely unselfconscious abandon pretty much everywhere I looked.
I couldn't help but flash on the explicit bas-reliefs I'd seen the night before in the Clanhome's main gathering hall. If I hadn't grasped what they implied, the scene in front of me made it Richard Nixon clear that the Vomisa had a whole lot less inhibited approach to copulation than any culture I was used to.
I mean, I grew up in Berkeley in the Sixties. I've had my share of impromptu sexual encounters with complete strangers, including an orgy or twelve of my own. And, yes, I was hornier than a busload of Boy Scouts in a nudist camp. After all, it had been a good six weeks since I'd last done the horizontal bop and--right up until Alison kicked me out of her life--I'd come to take the privilege of an enthusiastic screw every couple of days pretty much for granted.
Even so, I was surprised when Ukatasi flat-out propositioned me.
"Would you like to mate with me, Mr. Drew?"
Normally, I wouldn't have hesitated. Ukatasi was attractive enough--for a Vomisa, I mean--and I knew from chatting with her on the way to the Pools that she was only seventeen or so. Her flowing mane set off a heart-shaped face with a pert nose and large, tip-tilted eyes that reminded me a lot of the late Natalie Wood--albeit a Natalie Wood covered from head to toe in soft, downy fur. Like every young Vomisa I'd seen, she was in prime physical condition, too--slim and toned, with firm, apple-sized breasts and long, lithe legs.
"Yes, Ukatasi, I would like that very much--but I need to bathe, first."
In English, I said, "Because I smell like aged goat, that's why."
"I do not understand.."
"I..uh..I was just saying a prayer to Lifebouy, the god of personal hygiene."
"Please, who is 'Lifebouy' and what is 'personal hygiene'?"
I mentally replayed my attempted sally. Sure enough, "personal hygiene" had been in English, again.
"Shall we discuss religion, or shall I bathe, so we can mate?"
"Bathe quickly, so that we can mate, please!"
I noticed that most of the crowd in our immediate neighborhood had stopped--or at least slowed--what they were doing to gawk at us.
They weren't being particularly subtle about it, either. When I started stripping off my grimy, sweat-stiffened clothes, a hush so profound I could hear the plopping noises made by the fat, sulphurous bubbles surfacing at the hot end of a nearby pool fell over the entire place.
I was down to my boxers before I hesitated. I'm not particularly shy, but, with every eye in sight fixed on my Fruit of the Looms, I procrastinated for several seconds before I talked myself into skinning them down and stepping naked into the water.
The instant my skivvies hit the ground, the crowd exploded into murmurous chatter. I was relieved to note that the overall tone was complimentary, even downright admiring.
I tried to concentrate on using handsful of fine, black sand to scour the accumulated gruck off my hide, but the concentrated interest all the women around me displayed in my male appendage was extremely distracting. Frankly, by the time I got done washing all the places I could reach by myself, the nonstop barrage of raffish compliments and lacivious invitations had me harder than differential calculus.
What the hell. When in Rome..
I stood up in the thigh-deep water and beckoned to Ukatasi.
There was a mass gasp of appreciation from the assembled multitudes as a thoroughly-delighted Ukatasi eagerly splashed into the pool.
She smiled happily, her eyes fixed on my erection.
"Do you wish to mate now, Mr. Drew?"
"Yes, Ukatasi. But first--will you scrub my back for me?"
. . .
I always thought the expression, "jump your bones" was just a turn of phrase. Ukatasi proved me wrong.
Man, she was hot. It's a good thing she was so easy to please, because I went off like a firecracker in less than a dozen strokes.
Hey, it had been six weeks, after all. And Ukatasi was much tighter than the I expected a woman who knew that much about sex to be.
She was also totally devoid of jealousy. About the time I recovered enough to be ready for a second round, she switched places with one of the many women who'd been observing our tryst with obvious fascination--all of whom had watched us without missing a single stroke of their own couplings.
I hadn't really looked at all closely at the males until then. Somehow, despite the exquisite things my latest partner was doing to me with her talented mouth, I couldn't help but watch Ukatasi as she mounted her own new mate and started bouncing happily up and down on his organ.
It was all I do to keep from laughing. Her buck's penis couldn't have been more than four inches long and it was smaller in diameter than my index finger.
I looked around at the sea of other couples and everwhere I looked I saw Vomisa males who shared approximately the same diminutive dimensions.
It was no wonder their women were all infatuated with me. I've been in enough group situations to know that, by Earth standards, I'm pretty average in the tallywacker department. By comparison with these guys, though, I'm a regular John Holmes.
Just about then, the wench who'd taken Ukatasi's place started climbing me like a jungle gym. A moment later, she was squatting down onto my erection and moaning in pleasure and I discovered that she was every bit as tight a fit as Ukatasi had been.
I lasted a good deal longer this time and I'd like to think I gave as good as I got. At the very least, I brought my nameless partner to a half-dozen climaxes before I reached my own.
I was limp as a wet dishrag afterward--not just below the waist, but all over. I couldn't recall the last time I'd managed to get off twice in less than an hour, but I was pleased to know that it was still possible.
For a long while, I simply lay there on my back and watched the clouds float across the slightly-reddish Methven sky, oblivious to the sounds of erotic play around me. My anonymous paramour snuggled up beneath my arm and sleepily nuzzled my chest while I let my thoughts drift in no particular direction.
I awakened to the oral ministrations of yet another Vomisa woman determinedly attempting to arouse me for a third go-round.
I pushed her gently away.
"I appreciate the compliment, sweetheart, but I was late for breakfast when this party started," I said, in English.
She looked at me with hurt-puppydog eyes.
"I do not understand," she said in the Traders' Tongue, "Do you not wish to mate with me?"
I shook my head.
"Perhaps later. Now, I must have food or I will perish."
She smiled and poked me in the gut.
"I think you will live for a while, Mr. Traveler. If you will promise to mate with me later, I will bring you food."
"If you will take me to where I can find food, I'll mate with you all night."
. . .
My guide's name was Itakami. She led me to the same refectory where we'd been fed the previous night and by the same route. I could easily have manged that much by myself, but the price of her services was one I knew I'd be willing to pay..later.
I spotted Pith reflectively sipping a cup of what was probably s'lyme at a corner table and headed over to join him.
"Hey now, doggie."
"Hi, Pith! What's shakin'?"
"Same ol' movie, same ol' dance."
I turned to Itakami.
"Now you can bring me the food you promised me."
She smiled and nodded.
"Then we can mate!"
I watched her scamper off toward the kitchen. She looked mighty fine from behind.
"You sniftin'?" Pith asked.
"Lookin' f'r sex."
I shook my head.
"More like sex came looking for me."
Pith raised an eyebrow at me, which I know from experience is as close as he ever comes to demanding an explanation.
So I related my adventures at the Pools of Pleasure..suitably edited, of course.
"Lucky dog," he commented.
Just about then, Itakami returned, bearing a tray filled with savory Vomisa dishes, along with a selection of fruits and a carafe of s'lyme.
I fell to like a starving wolf. Pith, laconic as ever, occupied himself rolling a pair of joints, while I methodically worked my way through every morsel of every dish Itakami brought me.
At last, thoroughly stuffed, I pushed the empty bowls and plates away and sat back. After a decent night's sleep, a couple of enthusiastic rolls in the hay and an impromptu feast, I was more content than I'd been in months.
"Are you ready to mate, now?"
I sighed. If things got any better, I might just have to kill myself.
"Not now, Itakami. Tonight. I promise, we'll mate then."
"Tonight. You look me up and we'll mate. I promise. Right now, though, Mr. Pith and I have things to discuss."
"You promise you will mate with me?"
"Very well. I will see you tonight."
She turned and walked away, without looking back.
"Stylin'," Pith observed.
"Bet you a dollar you don't sleep alone tonight, either."
He grinned and shook his head.
Pith fired up a bomber and we passed it back and forth while I worked on the carafe of s'lyme. Eventually both were gone and I stood up to leave.
"You doggin' it?"
"Actually, I was planning to look up the local Scoutmaster."
"What's th' scam?"
So I sat back down and told him what I'd learned about Mantami's powers and the Elixir of Awakening that made them possible.
"You doggie! Think th' Scoutmaster'll turn us on?"
"It's worth a try. After all, what's the worst that can happen? If he turns us down, we haven't lost anything but time..and we've got plenty of that."
"So, I take it you're coming along?"
Pith smiled and pulled the other joint he'd rolled while I was eating out from behind his ear.
"Mebbe he'll want t'trade stashes."
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