“When a man walks or rides into a forest, he is lost among the trees, can’t see ahead, doesn’t know what might be lurking there. The forest surrounds him, obscures him with shadows, confuses itself with him by its vertical composition and competitive detail. But when a lone horseman appears on the desert plain, he dominates it instantly, his view extends as far as the eye can see, and enemies are exposed to his gaze.” (Tompkins, Jane. West of Everything. Oxford University Press.)

The vision of the sea of tall grass and the unknown woodland beyond it squeezed my heart in a deathlike grip. For the first time since the start of the adult reality show (see Naked on TV), I was naked and afraid. The sounds of strange birds and animals turned my legs into wobbly sumps. My first thought was: “I’m not in Texas anymore and this ain’t a Cowboy story.”

When Fred split me from Celeste and Naomi (see Naked on TV Naomi), I was paired with a married British couple, Anne and Harry, who still wore their dirty clothes. Harry, somehow managed to get hold of an axe and Anne a pair of boots. They seemed to be as out of place as I was.

With Celeste and Naomi, I didn’t have to worry about the trees, the birds or the animals. They were the focus of my attention. I loved their beautiful tits and succulent pussies; and I was in heaven when we made love. My cock also remembered those wonderful moments as my heart pumped blood into it.  

“Hey, you, Cowboy,” I heard a shrill female voice behind me. “Take us back to our camp.”

I slowly turned around, my rigid cock pointing straight at Anne. She looked like the British actress Elizabeth Hurley, with a short khaki skirt and a tight shirt. Her long sexy legs ended in a pair of boots. I saw her eyes taking in my eight-inch cock and then quickly averting her gaze. I had to smile.

“Tell me, Harry, in which direction is your camp?”

Harry looked around as if to find his bearings. “All I know the camp is west of here.”

Finding my way in the southern hemisphere was not that easy for an American like me. In the north, when facing the sun, the west was always be on my right. But in South Africa, where the adult reality television program was being shot, the west was on my left.

“Where did you come out the bush?” I asked. Harry pointed to a narrow animal path. I managed to identify their tracks and started to backtrack them.

I turned to Anne and said: “By the way, Lady, my name is Sam,” and started to follow their tracks.

“Wait for us,” a female voice called from the rendezvous camp. It was our camera crew – two beautiful women. My cock was the first to acknowledge their presence.

“I’m Joan,” said the redhead with the camera in her hand. “And this is Nancy, she does the sound.” Nancy had short black hair and an easy smile. Her shirt strained to contain her boobs. Joan’s tits were smaller but prominent enough to be noticed.

They quickly set up their equipment for an interview. With the camera on her shoulder, Joan focused on my dick to tilt up to my face. Nancy stood next to Joan with the boom mike overhead.

“Why are you the only naked contestant in this group?” asked Nancy while Joan tilted the camera to my face.

Before I could answer, Anne pushed me out the way, looked into camera and said, “Because I don’t have to fuck my way to win a million dollars and Harry does everything I tell him to do.” As she said it, she unbuttoned the top three buttons of her shirt to reveal her braless cleavage and seductively ran her tongue over her red lips.

My cock deflated quicker than a punctured balloon. I started to walk west, in the direction of their camp. The call of the West in America during the nineteenth century was to start a new life, to be a pioneer or to tame the wild. For Easterners, the land west of the Mississippi was also the place to die, as many perished following their dreams of wealth. “Well,” I thought, “I entered the show to die as an author of Westerns and hopefully to be resurrected as a writer of erotica.”

This was going to be the ideal opportunity to study human erotic behavior.  

Thirty minutes later, Joan wanted a shot of Anne walking a few yards in front of me with my erection pointing at her ass. Joan, Nancy and Harry took their positions on our right, with Anne chatting as if she was on a stroll down Oxford Street in London.

As we came to the spot where we moved into shot, I heard a rustle in the tall grass before us. A rhinoceros calf burst from the grass with its mother close behind, straight at Anne.

Everything slowed down for me. I dropped the pot, covered the space between us in slow-motion, grabbed Anne around her midriff, and jumped to our left. As we tumbled, I made sure I was beneath Anne, her legs splayed open. When my back hit the ground, she fell on top of me, forcing all the air from my body. The next thing I knew, I was gasping for air with my cock in her pussy. The little hussy went commando.

It took me a moment longer to recover my breath. As I laid there, breathing hard, Anne pushed her upper body forward but kept my dick in her wet pussy. Joan was on her knees in front of us, aiming the camera at our connected genitals. I could feel Anne contracting her pussy muscles around my shaft, milking me.

“Are you okay, my dear,” asked Harry. “Are you hurt?”

Anne quickly closed her legs, straightened her skirt and got off my wet cock with a squishy plop. I looked up to see Joan focusing on my shiny dick. She smiled and winked at me. Turning around, Joan followed Anne and Harry to record their interaction.

“I’m okay,” I said weakly to no one. I swiped two fingers over my still glistening dick and licked her pussy juices from them. Tasty. 

I slowly got up and dusted the dirt off my body. On shaky legs, I walked to where the group sat beneath a tree. Anne looked at me with big eyes and a confused expression. But when Harry touched her face, she snapped back into her role as a bitch.

“Did he hurt you, my love?” asked Harry.

“Yes, but I am all right,” said Anne.

Harry rushed at me, his fists flailing. I managed to parry the first few blows, but one fist got through and dropped me to the ground. When I came to, Nancy was kneeling over me, her cleavage close to my face. As a Cowboy, I would never have allowed Harry to hit me. But I knew my focus was changing when my cock greeted the sight of her tits.

The rest of the walk to their camp in the thick woodland was thankfully uneventful. An hour later, we arrived at their well-organized camp, Anne still flapping her jaws to inform the crew and the audience the reasons she should win. I looked around the campsite and saw the bedding was arranged beneath a large tree, the fire area at the centre of the camp with a large tree trunk as the chairs. I set the pot next to the ashes of the fire and started gathering wood.

“Harry, darling. Please take Cowboy’s pot and get us water,” instructed Anne. “Give him your axe.”

Her lapdog rushed to comply with her demands and disappeared towards the river. The camera crew received a call from Fred, and they had to go somewhere else. I wanted to get a fire started as the sun would be going down soon.

“Thank you for saving me,” said Anne behind me. Turning around from where I squatted at the fire, I looked right at her beautiful pussy. She lifted her skirt to give me a better look. My cock welcomed the sight.

“Why this?” I asked. She gave a step closer, her pussy in my face.

“Please?”

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath to inhale her aroma. A mixture of arousal, sweat and nature drifted into my nostrils. I saw the glistening moisture oozing between her puffy lips. Pushing out my tongue to taste her nectar, the blood drained from my head into my cock. Before I could slip my tongue between her folds, Anne grabbed my head and pushed my face into her pussy.

“We don’t have time to pussyfoot around, Cowboy.” I heard her say. “Fuck my cunt with your mouth.” What could a cowboy, no, a gentleman do but oblige a lady’s request. Closing my mouth around her clit, I sucked on it like I was giving her a blowjob. I pushed two fingers into her sloppy cunt to worry her insides.

But Anne had other ideas. She grabbed hold of my head and used my face as a vibrator up and down her wet slit. My week-old beard added to the friction and stimulation of her desires. She came with a stifled scream, flooding my face with her cum. When she started to shake uncontrollably, I got up from my knees to grab hold her. She let go of all control and fell into my arms like a sack of beans. Picking her up, I carried her to her bed and softly laid her down. She was beautiful and desirable.

As I walked back to the fire, I was confused. Why all the pretense? She was as horny as cat on a hot tin roof, but in front of others, she had this façade of British nobility. Anne had so many repressed sexual issues that it could jeopardize our chances of playing the game. She was an excellent subject for me to study the workings of the female erotic mind. Deep down, I realized I also have erotic desires, a passion to make love to the world, to all women and men. I knew I also loved it when I had to fuck Fred in the ass (See Naked on TV Unexpected Guests). 

By the time Harry came back, I had a blazing fire going with a smaller fire for the water. Harry looked at his sleeping wife with a concerned expression.

“What did you do to her?” he whispered.

“She’s just tired. She needs her beauty sleep.” I took the pot filled with water from Harry and settled it on the fire.

“If you hurt her, I swear, I will kill you.”

I stood up and walked to him, my dick swinging between us. For the first time, I had a good look at him. Harry had a boyish handsome face with soft floppy brown hair and full kissable lips. Those lips drew me closer as I took his face in my hands.

“What are you doing?” he protested. “Anne will wake up.” But Harry didn’t move back as my lips touched his. He pushed his tongue between my lips. Before you could say Joseph Rogers, my cock was standing at attention against Harry’s covered groin.

“Ah, how sweet,” I heard Joan said. “You couldn’t wait for us to shoot this tender moment.” Harry quickly broke our embrace and stepped back with an embarrassed look on his face.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Anne was back as her bitchy self. “Are you fucking with my husband?” she asked. She rushed at me slapping my hard cock. Pain shot through my body, doubling me over, my hands covering my fast deflating vulnerability.

Catching my breath and stuffing my pride, I turned around to attend to the fire and looked into Nancy sympathetic eyes. I didn’t need sympathy; I needed a great fuck, I thought. But that was Mr. Cowboy talking.

“I have some good news and some bad news,” announced Joan. “What do you want to hear first?”  

“The bad news,” answered a dejected Harry.

“Fred said if you two don’t strip and hand over your clothes to us, you’re out the game.”

Anne looked at Harry and he returned her gaze with a question on his face. Anne slowly walked towards Harry and started to unbutton her shirt. He handed his shirt to Nancy when Anne dropped to her knees.  Anne then pulled Harry’s pants down, releasing his cock from its textile prison. It was a good thick six inches long and inflating.

“Your turn,” said Harry. He wasn’t as seductive or subtle. He ripped off her shirt and skirt, threw it on the ground and started to kiss his wife. He groped her beautiful tits with both hands. I saw how Harry slipped a hand over her belly to her pussy. Before long Anne jumped on Harry and wrapped her legs around him. I quickly took his cock and guided into her. Her arms encircled Harry’s head as she bent down to passionately kiss him. They quickly developed a rhythm as she fucked him furiously.  

Luckily, Joan had her camera ready to shoot this amazing erotic scene. All I could do was to play with my cock watching this beautiful scene. I wanted to store it in my memory bank for future use. But I couldn’t watch it for too long. Jealousy crept into my heart. I turned around and walked into the approaching dusk, feeling sorry for myself. The tall trees increased my sense of inadequacy. I was also hungry.

I sat my naked ass down to look at the setting sun. After a while, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around me and I could feel naked breasts against my back. I kissed the arms and when I looked up, I saw a naked Joan standing with her legs apart and her pussy thrusted forward.

“The good news is,” said Joan. “The camera crews can participate in the game and the producers will supply the food as long as all the participants fuck each other.” 

“We are here for you,” said Nancy behind me. She scooted around to sit on my lap, pushing her full breasts into my face.

“I thought you were not into men.” I mumbled while sucking on her nipples.

“We love pussies and cocks,” answered Joan as she guided my cock into Nancy’s already wet pussy. She must have been aroused by Anne and Harry’s fucking. Nancy took her time to lower herself onto my dick. She was slippery and tight. I savored every inch my cock slipped into her cunt. By the time my dick was completely in, I was ready to shoot my load.

I had to concentrate all my willpower not to cum, as Joan’s fingers touched the base of my prick on their way to please Nancy’s clit. Nancy slowly moved up and down my erection. The more Joan’s fingers played with Nancy’s clit the faster she fucked me until she came with a scream only a lion could match.

I fell backwards, Nancy on top. She planted soft kisses on my face and neck, whispering ‘thank you’ in my ear. A hand slowly removed my cock from the wet tunnel to be replace by a warm mouth on the head, with the skin pulled away. It was Joan sucking on it. Nancy got off me to help Joan pleasuring my manhood. The two mouths and tongues played games with my cock and also with my ability not to cum before I had a chance to fuck Joan.

I didn’t have to wait long before Nancy lowered her pussy onto my face and guided my dick into Joan’s cunt.

Five screams of pure bliss and ecstasy filled the African night and quieted all other sounds. I hugged my two lovers as they lay next to me in post-coital glow. The night sounds slowly returned to replace our screams. I heard some kind of jackal calling his mate and an owl hooting in the distance. 

When we recovered sufficiently, Anne and Harry joined us on our way back to the camp. The scene before us was totally different from what it was before we left. A beautiful naked black woman stood behind a table covered with a tablecloth, a variety of salads wine glasses and three bottles of wine. On the fire was a black pot next to a smaller one. Six chairs were placed at the table. The African goddess’ head and pussy were clean shaven.

“Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Thandi and I will be your hostess for the evening,” she said in a clear English accent. “I have prepared blue wildebeest venison marinated in a special red wine sauce for you. In the pot is a traditional African porridge, we call pap, with a tomato and onion herb sauce next to the pot.” She handed us each a hot wet towel to clean our hands. “You will find your names for easy seating arrangement. Please help yourself.”

I was seated next to Thandi, the African goddess. Every once in a while, when she said something to the group, she’ll put her hand on my thigh, nearly touching my cock. He wouldn’t take this attentiveness laying down and soon enough he was at full attention. To our dismay, Thandi ignored him.

After the scrumptious meal, we cleared the table and Thandi poured each another glass of red wine. Anne got up from her chair and sauntered seductively over to me. She climbed on the table and sat in front of me with her legs open and her pussy on display to my gaze. I had to look up at her face.

“I am sorry for being such a bitch when I slapped your dick,” she said and gently touched my erection with her feet.

“What about Harry?”

“No other man has ever seen my cunt on display like this,” she said. “Except Harry.” I could see this was a new territory for her. “I also never had another dick inside me, until, you know, when you entered me.” The firelight played shadow games with my vision of her pussy. All I saw was her wet arousal as she opened her pussy lips with her fingers.

“Please fuck me,” Anne pleaded softly.

Before I could comply, six female hands took hold of Anne, splayed her open on the table, her legs dangling down. The three women started kissing her all over. Thandi and Joan sucked her nipples while Nancy licked her pussy. Harry started drumming on the table and moved around to stand before me. He took my cock in his hands, bent down to give the head a kiss and sucked it into his mouth before he guided me into his wife’s waiting wet pussy.

“Please fuck her gently,” he whispered in my ear.

I pulled her legs against my chest and slowly pushed my cock inside her warm wet cunt. Only an inch at a time, then two, then three. I pulled out to repeat the process. Anne’s legs shivered against me but after the third repeat, she swung her legs off my chest and wrapped them around me, pulling me closer with a vice-like grip.

“Stop playing games and fuck me, now.”

A lover never needed a second invitation. When I slammed into her a few times, I saw her face; a study in ecstasy. She arched her neck and back when Joan and Nancy kissed her nipples and Thandi played with her clit. Anne gripped my cock with her cunt muscles, increasing the pleasure running up and down my shaft. When Harry offered his dick to his wife’s mouth, I couldn’t last any longer.

“I am gonna cum,” I panted.

“Come inside me. I want to feel your fucking cum flooding my walls,” said Anne with Harry’s dick on her face.

I obliged and thrusted forward a few more times before I shot my load inside Anne. I collapsed forward my face next to her face and Harry’s cock. He took his dick and guided it to my mouth. I took it like a man and sucked him close to orgasm. Anne pulled it out my mouth and held it between our lips. When he came, we both swallowed his cum.

I heard the applause from the three female voyeurs. For the second time that night, I had a threesome. My mind played games with me. Did I turn into a Brokeback Mountain Cowboy or just a lover of people? I definitely wasn’t a cowboy anymore, but I started to enjoy cocks too.  

“Thank you, Sam, for freeing us from our Victorian morality,” said Harry.

“I didn’t do anything. I just gave you a little push,” I said.

“No,” said Anne. “You didn’t judge me or pitied Harry. You accepted us…” She kissed me and said, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” I said. My heart thumped in my throat, swelling with pride as I laid down on the table looking at the stars. Sex was so much better than riding a sweaty horse down a dusty trail. With a smile on my lips I closed my eyes.

After a while, I sensed people moving away and when I opened my eyes, Thandi was next to me, gazing at the stars.

“That bright star is Sirius,” said Thandi, pointing to a bright light in the sky. “It is also called Alpha Canis Majoris or the Dog Star.”

“Interesting.”

“Tonight, you were the brightest fucking star in this part of the woods,” said Thandi as she played with my flaccid penis.

“Why are you here? Why this five-star treatment?” I asked.

“Celeste is my colleague at the game ranch and the love of my life.”

“And?”

“Fred knew you wouldn’t be able to do what Celeste and Naomi could do with the other teams.”

“Oh?”

“He knew you would try.”

“And fail.”

“You would die trying and not put others in harm’s way. That is why I am here. To help you.”

Early the next morning, Thandi woke me, resting next to me in a sweet embrace. She kissed me with her full dark lips and played with my cock, awakening him too.

“Let’s go for a walk,” Thandi whispered in my ear and pulled me up. After taking care of our ablutions, Thandi walked in an easterly direction. I couldn’t help to admire her long dark legs, her prominent buttocks and the promise of paradise between her legs. She pointed out trees, birds and a few animals to me but I didn’t hear anything she said. Her beauty mesmerized me. Even when I asked her about the charge of the rhinos yesterday, my dirty mind was on her breasts when she turned around to tell me face to face:

“It was white rhinos,” she said. “The calf usually runs in front of the mother while the black rhino’s calf runs behind. And it wasn’t a charge, they were just nervous.”

“Good to hear that.” My cock was fully erect by now. I saw a smile on her face. She knew what my dirty mind conjured up.

She gently touched my cock, pulled me closer and said: “I promise you release later, but now we need to catch us a few birds.”

After a while, I heard the strange sounds of a bird in the tall grass. Kwaaark, kerdowaaark krrk.

“That is the call of a male Swainson’s spurfowl,” answered Thandi my unspoken question.

“Let’s get out of here,” said Thandi. “I want to show you Paradise.”

Ten minutes later, we came to a dark pool beneath a small waterfall in a shady part of the bush. “Paradise,” said Thandi, opening her arms as if showing off the place. Her beautiful naked body in this place looked more like heaven to me. Before I could touch her, she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the pool. We swam around and washed off all the dirt of the past few days.

“Now it is time for me to take you to heaven,” I said as I laid her down on the soft grass next to the pool. I kissed her mouth as I settled on top of her, my cock between her legs. She returned my kiss and our tongues played with each other. Planting kisses on her neck, I played with her erect nipples, and then moved my kisses to her dark breasts. Eventually, I arrived at the V between her legs.

With so much at stake, I knew I had to prove myself to Thandi and myself. I had to be the best lover I could be. I took in the beauty of her pussy and sniffed the air around her slit.

“Hi Beautiful,” I breathed soft air onto her pussy. “I love the way you smell, the way you open yourself to me.” I softly kissed the area above her clit and then moved lower. I licked her clit before going down the left side and up the right side. Using my fingers, I opened her dark pussy lips to reveal the pink inner folds.

“You are so beautiful and desirable; I can eat you all day.” I saw her pussy responding to my praise by releasing more glistening nectar inside her. I chanced a taste as I slowly ran my tongue between those succulent lips. It wasn’t long before Thandi started moaning and thrashing about. She came with a shivering shake, clasping her legs around my head.

“Now you can fuck me, Lover,” said Thandi after she came down her from her ecstasy. She turned me onto my back, inserted my dick into her tight wet cunt and rode me like a cowgirl. I had a wonderful view of her magnificent tits bouncing up and down. I worried her clit with my fingers and took both of us to heaven.

She fell on me, laying there with my softening penis slipping out her wet pussy. “Nobody ever talked to her like that,” said Thandi. “That chat gave you extra points with the producers.”

“They would never know, unless you’re a kiss-and-tell kind of girl.”

“They saw and heard everything.”

“What the fuck!” I said.

“This place is rigged with cameras and sound to pick up everything.”

My first reaction was that of a cowboy to push her off me, be angry and act all stoic. But I was no longer the author of Westerns, but a wannabe writer of erotica. I needed the experience of being in love with all my lovers to understand their motivations and desires. All I could do as a lover was to be love to them all. That might be the only way I could love all my characters.

“Would I be able to see the footage,” I asked as I moved down her body. Caressing her toned legs, I opened them to gain access to her secret garden. Folding my tongue into a tube, I sucked and lapped our combined juices into my mouth. I would never be able to describe the exquisite smell and taste of our lovemaking. Tears welled up in my eyes as I realized how grateful I was to be able to love. I was no longer lost on the woods but at home with love.

“Let me taste you,” she said, as she pulled me over her body to kiss me. My tears fell on her face as we kissed passionately.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“Oh, you sweet man,” she said. “Celeste was correct. You have a beautiful heart.”

To be continued…