The South African Nightjar's mournful lament, "Good Lord, Deliver Us", filled the night air as Naomi, Sam and I, Celeste sat around the fire. We were silent, listening to the sounds of the night. The fire cast flickering shadows on our naked bodies. I broke the silence.
"Naomi, where did you learn about South African plant life?"
Naomi took a deep breath, as if scooping up enough courage to reveal a secret. "I was raised by a sangoma, a medicine woman."
"But I thought you were American."
"I left South Africa to start a new life but after a few mishaps in America and my lover dumping me, I wanted to return to my roots."
"Well, I'm glad you did," said Sam. "Without you the meal wouldn't have been so tasty."
"And I wouldn't have eaten your pussy," said I. It felt strange and exiting to relax naked around the fire after our first day on an adult reality TV program being shot in the South African bush. It felt great to be filmed while we made love on the riverbank. Licking a pussy while being fucked from behind helped me trust my companions for our survival for the next twenty-seven days. Sam had earlier secured the hide of the impala in the river to soak as the first step in the tanning process. He had also cut the venison in strips to dry as a precaution against decay. Naomi had gathered more herbs and roots for future use. I had collected dry ironwood and dropped it next to the fire.
The camera crew shot everything and didn't have a chance to eat. Naomi gave them food and asked to be left alone for the rest of the night. The crew was only too happy to oblige.
I moved closer to Naomi and kissed her luscious lips and darted my tongue in her mouth. Naomi responded by caressing my breasts and pinching my nipples. If I could make love to a beautiful woman twice in one day, bring on the surviving. I inserted my fingers into my pussy to make sure that the wetness I felt was real and to taste it as well. Bringing my fingers between our lips I tasted the sweetness and arousal. Naomi's own need kicked in. The next thing I knew she started to ravage me, tracing wet kisses over my tits, my belly and to my vulva.
"I love your shaved pussy," whispered Naomi from between my legs. "You are not afraid to expose your vulnerability to the world. I like that."
Lying against the tree, I opened my legs wider and called Sam closer. He came to stand next to me and pushed his dick toward my face. Like a calf trying to find its mother's teat to suckle on, I opened my mouth and waited for Sam's protruding manhood. Sam guided his cock into my mouth. Grabbing his tool, I licked around its helmet first and then flicked my tongue over its eye. Pouting my lips I sucked onto the knob and slowly pushed it past the resistance of my lips into my warm mouth. I could feel it hitting the back of my throat. Using both hands I played with his balls and started a forward and backward motion of my head.
But Naomi who found the sensitive spot on my clit interrupted my rhythm. I jerked back, startled by the sensation. No one has ever discovered that tiny trigger and when Naomi saw my reaction, she continued to give me maximum pleasure.
I nearly choked on Sam's beautiful cock and all I could manage was small licks between my whimpering. Naomi stuck two fingers into my cunt and played with my g-spot. She ran her tongue between my pussy lips and caused my juices to overflow with joy. I couldn't stand it anymore, I had to let go of all control, even of the blowjob I was giving Sam. He must've understood because he dropped to his knees next to me and suckled on my teats.
As I reached my climax I let out a scream that startled my lovers. It was the roar of a lion close by that spurt us into action.
"Quick, up the tree!" I shouted. I gave Naomi a lift and then Sam. My own knees were still too weak to scamper after them. They had to pull me up just in time. An old male lion walked into our camp, looking for an easy kill. He prowled around for most of the night, looking for the venison he could smell.
We each found a branch to make us comfortable for the night. No one said anything - maybe we were too frightened or just too tired. I must have fallen a sleep just before sunrise because the next thing I heard was Sam groaning and felt the weak rays of the morning sun in my eyes.
Sam was hugging the tree trunk like a lover, his arms and legs locked around it. Naomi was lying on a branch with her feet against the trunk. We were still naked. I looked down and saw nothing of the lion. When my feet hit the ground I was ready to jump back if the lion showed so much as a flicker.
Scouting around to make sure everything was in order, I felt alive again. This is my valley, my world where I am at home, where I can be myself without the hypocrisy of society. The tree eventually gave birth to Sam and Naomi, both still very scared. Sam had an erection and Naomi's eyes were bloodshot.
"Didn't sleep well?" I got the fire going and trotted off to the river to fetch water for our morning coffee. On the way back I managed to pick up a large piece of bark to use as a kettle.
That day we spent on improving our camp, our beds and built a toilet away from the river. Sam kept himself occupied with the preparation to tan the hide, Naomi with her herbs and I made a more arrows. I also worked on the long intestines of the impala I shot the day before into another bowstring. The camera crew shot a few scenes of our work but since we were not going to fuck again, they called for an early night.
