Jake Browner was born and raised in Mason, Texas, a small town with a population of less than 2,000. As a senior in high school, he weighed 275 and stood 6'2". He was a standout on the high school football team and hoped to receive a scholarship offer from one of the major Texas universities – Texas, Baylor, or Texas A&M. Sadly, his only offer came from Abilene Christian College, a small school located near his home.
Jake's eighteenth birthday came on July 4, the year he graduated from high school. At the dinner table that night, his father asked, "Are you going to take the scholarship, son? What do you plan to do?"
Jake loved his parents dearly and held great admiration for his father. "I've been thinking about it," he announced. "Tomorrow I'm going to drive over to the recruiter's office in Angelo and join the Marines. That's what you did, Dad. I'm not sure what I want to do, so I've decided to join the Marines, get some training, and take three years to decide what comes next."
Jake's father was proud of his son's decision. It was the same decision he had made after high school, and he was proud of his time in the Corps. "You have my support, son. If you'd like, I'll go along to vouch for you."
Two days later, Jake arrived at the Parris Island training center.
Three years passed, and Jake still hadn't decided what he wanted to do in life. But he did have a new name. During the third week of training at Parris Island, his unit was training on an obstacle course. Now 285 pounds, Jake hit the scaling wall so hard that he knocked it over. One of the drill instructors said, "Holy crap! That kid hit the wall like a charging bull."
From that day forward, Jake Browner was known as Bull.
Years passed, and Bull Browner advanced as an enlisted man in the Marine Corps. At the age of 48, he had served on every continent on Earth. Bull had a chest full of medals, including two Purple Hearts. There was almost nothing he hadn't done and few things he hadn't mastered. On his forty-ninth birthday, he retired from the Marines and headed home to Mason, still not knowing what he'd do next.
Back home in Mason, Bull's father was now 75 years old and extremely proud of his son. "Got any idea what you're gonna do now, son?"
"I'm just as clueless as I was at 18," Bull replied. "Three years ago, the Corps took me out of the fighting Marines and issued me a desk. It's nice to have a soft job, but that's not for me. Maybe I'll take up ranching."
A week later, Bull's dad called him to the kitchen table, where he was reading a magazine. "Maybe you should take a look at this, Jake. It's an ad for a fella in Africa who's looking for a partner."
"Africa?" Bull said with a grin. "What could I ever do in Africa?"
Jake took the magazine and read the ad his father pointed out.
"I own a safari camp off the Serengeti National Park and am looking for someone to take over for me when I retire. I am looking for a strong, fearless man who can protect my guests while being humble and friendly. Look up Ferguson Safari Camp and reply with your interest."
Jake looked up at his father with a grin. "Running a safari camp alongside the Serengeti National Park in Africa. As I recall, that's near Kilimanjaro. Wouldn't that be a kick?"
When Jake looked up the safari camp, he found it was owned by a retired British Army colonel, Barnwell Ferguson. From the photos, Jake saw an attractive camp with several housing units, a mess hall and trucks. He had to admit the idea was intriguing.
Following the information on the website, Jake sent an email, saying, "My name is Jake Browner, recently retired after 31 years as a Master Sergeant in the U.S. Marine Corps. I've served my country on every continent on the planet, but I've spent little time in Africa. I find your job posting interesting and would be interested in pursuing the opportunity."
He was promptly contacted by Col. Ferguson, who wrote, "Sergeant Browner, I find your background appealing and would be most interested in chatting with you about the possibilities. Can we arrange a telephone interview, taking into consideration the time difference of seven hours between your location and mine?"
The two men had an extensive conversation the following day. Ferguson was delighted to hear that while in the Marines, Jake had spent eighteen months in charge of the BOQ (Bachelor Officers' Quarters) at Camp Pendleton, gaining firsthand knowledge of customer service and running a hotel-like operation. Also, from Jake's experience, he had an extensive knowledge of weapons, something that would be necessary in the African bush."
Jake learned that Col. Ferguson wanted to retire and return to England. He proposed that after a two-year apprenticeship, Jake would assume ownership of the camp and pay Ferguson 10% of the profits quarterly for fifteen years. Jake couldn't think of a better way to own his own business.
A week later, Jake arrived at Kilimanjaro International Airport and was met by Ferguson's driver. On meeting Ferguson, Jake snapped to attention, giving the colonel a smart salute, saying, "Master Sargent Jake Browner reporting for duty."
The colonel smiled and returned the salute. "Welcome to Camp Ferguson, Sargent Browner. Please call me Barney. We hold the title for use around our guests. They are impressed with me being a colonel, but I am not. We'll call you Major Browner for their benefit." He extended his hand to Jake.
"Thank you, sir," Jake grinned. "It's a pleasure to meet you. My friends call me Bull."
"I'm not surprised," the colonel said, looking up at Bull. "Your countenance will serve you well here."
Col. Ferguson showed Jake around the camp pointing out three cottages for guests, a large unit for entertaining that included a bar and dining area. The colonel explained that he had plans to enlarge the camp with at least one more bungalow and perhaps a swimming pool as soon as finances allowed.
Over the next six months, Jake learned everything there was to know about running a safari camp and began to gather ideas on improving the place. He studied the other camps in the area to find how he could compete. His interest led him to see that most of the colonel's clients/guests had returned on several occasions because they enjoyed the colonel and his tours for non-hunting visitors. Most of the guests were on a photographic safari.
Jake was surprised to find how many of the things he had learned in the Marine Corps were helpful in a civilian setting. It was good to know how to use a weapon in case they encountered an angry rhino, but guns were rarely used.
***
After two years, Col. Ferguson felt comfortable entrusting his business and home to Jake Browner. He said, "Bull, my boy, you have earned the right to take charge of Camp Ferguson. I will not be in the least upset should you decide to change the name, and I have no doubt you'll find the right name to lure in new and higher-paying guests."
A month after Col. Ferguson left Africa for England Bull signed a contract with an American firm, agreeing that his camp would be the contest's first prize in a sweepstakes to promote their products. The winner would receive a round-trip passage for two from their home to the Serengeti Safari Camp and a week-long stay. The winner would receive the personal attention of owner Bull Browner on an adventure of a lifetime. The ad would feature a photo of Bull in his traditional safari clothes, holding a high-powered rifle.
Col. Ferguson called Bull. "I saw the ad, Bull, and I must say that I'm delighted. This will promote the camp as the ideal destination for an African safari. I have no doubt that my partnership pay will increase many times over what I was expecting."
It was not until October that a winner was chosen for the sweepstakes. The company that hired Bull arranged a visit for early November, noting that while it would be cold in the US, the temperatures in that part of Africa would be warm.
A week later, the company called Bull again. "We have a minor problem with the winner in our contest. She lives in Chicago and has a vacation planned with three of her girlfriends to visit Mexico and enjoy the sun. Could we possibly find a way to make the trip for two turn into a trip for four?"
"As long as you are willing to pay me $3,500 for each person in the party, I can certainly arrange to take care of them," Bull responded.
"Done!" the man on the other end of the call shouted. "That's wonderful, Mr. Browner. In fact, I'll make it $4,000 a head. I've checked the other safari camps and you are offering us a bargain."
"You're just in time," Bull told the man. "My rates will go up considerably next year. The advertising I'll receive from this program will increase the attention we usually get. And I assure you, your winners will have the time of their lives. I will provide them with everything they could ever want."
At the time, Bull didn't realize how prophetic his words would be.
***
On November 4, Jake found out that his contest winners would be a party of four women. Not just four women, but four beautiful women. They looked to be in their early forties.
"Good afternoon, ladies," he said to the group as he watched them look him over. He stood there in his khaki shorts and shirt, wearing a typical hunter's hat with his rifle by his side. No doubt this was what they were expecting to see, and he planned to give them what they wanted.
"Welcome to Serengeti Safari Camp," he said. "I'm Bull Browner, General Manager and your personal guide for the next week. Which of you is the contest winner?"
A lovely redhead stepped forward, extending her hand. "I'm Emily Hardy," she said as she took his hand. "And these girls behind me are my closest friends. We were planning a trip to Mexico, but I think we'll find you much more entertaining." Before he could speak, Emily continued, "This is my friend, Dorothy. We call her Dot, which rhymes with hot. And she is. Next is Ellen Ragsdale. This beauty has been divorced three times and will steal your heart. Finally, Katie Hanson. She's never been married but never lacked for male attention."
As the women seemed to be undressing Bull with their eyes, he remained calm. "I'm delighted you're here. You are probably tired from your travels, so I'll show you to your quarters. I have a single bungalow reserved for Emily, the contest winner, and one other single cabin. The third unit has two queen-sized beds, and I'm hoping that two of you are willing to share the bungalow. I think you'll find each unit to be luxurious and sensuously comfortable." He chose the word 'sensuous' because of Emily's introduction, understanding that sexual matters were high on her agenda.
It was agreed that Emily and Dot would take the single bungalows, while Ellen and Katie would share the double. Bull asked his two native men to take the women's bags to their respective units after saying, "Please get some rest and meet me on the veranda at 5:30 for our happy hour and get-acquainted meeting."
Bull watched the women walk away, thinking, these women could be trouble. He hadn't had much experience with sophisticated women like these. Still, he guessed he could handle anything they might throw at him.
The women arrived at the appointed time on what Bull called 'the veranda.' It was the patio of a sizable building, much like the cabins. It had a wooden floor and a high canvas roof. Several large fans hung from the roof supports, creating a comfortable atmosphere in the area. There was a bar at one end, along with comfortable-looking furniture. In the center was a tray of delicious-looking finger foods. The other end of the building had tables for dining and was connected to the kitchen.
They found Bull behind the bar.
"Ladies," he called out. "Come join me. I'll be your bartender tonight. What'll you have?"
Emily was first to the bar. "What do you recommend?"
"Gin and tonic is probably the favorite drink out here. I guess it is soothing in this warm climate. It refreshes while still giving you a bit of a buzz."
"Then that's what I'll have," Emily said with a bright smile. She noticed that Bull's eyes drifted to her plunging neckline and the cleavage it exposed.
"Got any Scotch?" Dot asked.
"Single malt or blended?" Bull asked.
"Single malt, if you don't mind, Bull. And just a splash of water."
"And what about you ladies?" Bull asked Katie and Ellen.
"G&T for me," Katie said.
"Same for me," Ellen responded.
Bull set about making the drinks, but couldn't help noticing these women were MILFs. He guessed them to be in their early 40s and that they were all stunning.
Setting the drinks up on the bar along with one for himself, Bull said, "Let's take a seat around the table and try out some of Sethunya's savory appetizers."
"Who is that?" Emily asked, taking her drink and moving to a two-cushion couch.
"Sethunya is my chef," Bull explained. "She is from the Sukuma tribe, but studied culinary arts in Nairobi. Her brother also works here. You'll meet Bukula tomorrow. He will be our chauffeur during your stay."
"I've never heard of the Sukuma tribe," Ella offered. "Are there many different tribes in this part of Africa?"
"There are quite a few, but in this area, mainly five. You've all probably heard of the Maasai. They are north of us, and with any luck, we'll get a chance to stop in one of their villages during the week. Then, beside the Sukuma, there are the Hadzabe, Kurid, and Ikoma tribes. They have all been around for a long time. The newcomers are the Maasai, who didn't arrive here until the 17th century."
"And what about you, Bull?" Dot asked.
"I am the true newcomer," Bull told them. "I've only been here a little over two years. Before becoming a safari king, I was a US Marine for thirty-one years. That's where I picked up the nickname, Bull."
Emily was thinking that 'bull' was a fitting name for this handsome man. She was already considering how she would seduce him. In her mind, she could imagine riding his stiff cock in the large bed in her bungalow. He had been correct in calling the units luxurious. It was indeed grand in an African kind of way. The only thing that would make it better would be for him to stroke her inner fires.
As they talked, each of the women sized up Bull, wondering if all of his body parts were reflective of his size. Katie's panties were absolutely soaked, imagining what a large cock Bull had hidden in his trousers.
The women found the appetizers to be nothing short of fantastic. When they moved to the table, they were not disappointed. The meal Sethunya served was glorious.
As they began eating, Bull said, "You might like to know that we are not eating any of our Serengeti native animals. The Maasai are famous for raising cattle, and we keep a good supply of organic-fed beef in our kitchen."
Dinner was followed by more drinks and conversation. Each of the women drifted off to bed except Emily. She sat on a couch beside Bull. "There was a scene in an old John Wayne safari movie where a woman asks him how he likes to kiss. Have you seen it?" Emily asked.
"I don't think so," he answered.
"It goes like this," Emily said softly as she leaned over to Bull. "Do you like to kiss like this?" she said while giving Bull a quick kiss on the lips. "Or do you like it slow, like this?" This time, she pressed her lips against his for a long, slow kiss that welled up passion in both of them.
"I think I like slow better," Bull whispered as he pulled her close and continued the kiss.
The passion continued until Emily was naked and riding Bull on the couch. He was everything she had hoped. His cock was large and thick, stretching her pussy walls and bringing her to a crashing orgasm.
When Emily had her breath back under control, she said, "Could we possibly continue this in my large bed?"
"Your wish is my command," he replied.
Emily awoke the next morning feeling a little sore, but alive and looking forward to the day. Bull had slipped out during the night. She remembered his performance as superior to anything she had known in recent years. She grinned, thinking about how she would share her story with her friends.
In the morning, the group met for breakfast, and Bull briefed them on the day's activities. He had planned a trip to the Serengeti Park. They would go in the camp's touring vehicle, a super-sized jeep with a U-shaped back seat and a roof. He would show them the different animals in the park and would serve lunch as well.
The women enjoyed seeing the different animals and were delighted with the meal served, accompanied by chilled white wine. While viewing a herd of zebras, Dot was especially impressed with a male zebra who decided it was time to mate with a female. It seems the animal had an impressive penis; the female took all of it. Bull noticed Dot's nipples got hard as she watched the ritual.
When it was over, Dot commented, "What a lucky lady."
Back at the camp, Bull informed the group that he would be serving drinks at 5:30.
Dot was the first to arrive and made Bull's eyes pop. She was wearing a sheer blouse without a bra. Her rack was impressive. Her breasts were round and firm, making him wonder if she'd had a surgeon's help. They were remarkable, and he wondered if she planned to serve them up to him tonight.
The evening went much like the previous night. They had drinks and chatted about the day's trip. They enjoyed another fine meal before returning to the bar. By 8:30, three of the ladies had returned to their bungalows, leaving Bull alone with Dot. As had been the case the previous night, the two of them became passionately involved. It didn't take Dot long to get naked. She was happy to ride him until she cried out with her first orgasm.
That was followed by a trip to her bungalow, where she enjoyed more fun and games. Once inside, Bull pushed her down across the large bed and mounted her. He discovered that Dot enjoyed the missionary position and liked being pounded. When she had her second orgasm, he continued thrusting to test her limits. Bull was pleased to find that Dot had multiple orgasms, having one after another until she was too tired to move. At that point, he put Dot on her knees and took her from behind, once again, causing multiple climaxes.
Walking back to his unit shortly before 2:00 AM, Bull wondered if this was going to be the program for the remainder of their stay at the camp. He wondered what Katie and Ellen had planned.
The next day was much like the previous day. They loaded up the touring vehicle and headed out on a new adventure. On this day, they would see elephants and a pack of lions. The women got a kick out of seeing a mama elephant getting her baby out of a ditch it had fallen into. The lions were viewed from a reasonable distance. Mostly, they watched through binoculars that Bull had given them.
When they returned to camp, Bull announced drinks and appetizers at 5:30. On the way to his unit to clean up, he wondered what the women had in store for him tonight.
It was quickly made clear that the night belonged to the two women sharing a cottage. After dinner, Dot and Emily claimed they were exhausted, leaving Bull at the bar with Ellen and Katie.
While Bull made a round of drinks, Katie sat on a barstool. "You know," she told him. "Ellen and I could be quite content with each other. But the truth is, we both enjoy a hard dick." She let that sink in before continuing. "But Emily and Dot assure us that you have one of the best cocks they've ever enjoyed. When was the last time you had a threesome?"
Bull smiled and continued making the drinks. "I think the first time was about fifteen years ago in the Philippines. And then about ten years ago, in Belgium. And yes, I enjoyed it very much."
"Why don't we take the drinks back to our bungalow?" Ellen suggested. "I want to watch Katie suck your cock before you fuck her ass. You see, Katie is a dirty bitch and she loves it in her ass."
Bull looked at Katie with a raised eyebrow.
"It's true," she said. "I am a dirty bitch, and I'd love to suck your cock while my friend rides your face. We could keep each other occupied for the rest of the night."
Walking back to his unit around 1:30, Bull could only grin. His guests had only been there three nights with three more to go. "What's next?" he asked the night sky.
Wednesday was a particularly hot day. The ladies enjoyed their expedition into the park but were more than happy to return to their bungalows. After dinner, they all wanted to retire to their rooms. Bull walked Emily to her cottage and kissed her good night.
"I hate to miss an opportunity to ride your wonderful cock, but I'm too pooped to go another round. Can I have a raincheck until tomorrow night?"
Bull was very gracious, but also happy to get to bed alone for a change.
Thursday was a much better day weather-wise. They drove over to Lake Victoria, where they were able to see hippos and crocodiles. They had lunch in a shady area with a cool breeze. Once they returned to camp, Bull announced that cocktails would be served at 5:30 as usual.
As they were sitting around the bar enjoying a refreshing cocktail, a tall, handsome man walked in, saying, "By chance, are you Mr. Browner, the owner and general manager?"
"That would be me," Bull replied, extending his hand. "And who might you be?"
"I'm Howard Tillinghast," the young man said. "I am a reporter/photographer for World Traveler magazine. I'm here to get a story and a few photos of the lady contest winners for our magazine."
"These would be the ladies you are looking for," Bull told the man. "I'll allow them to introduce themselves." As Bull watched the photographer greet each of the women, he noticed how they each warmly welcomed him and sized him up. Thank God, Bull thought. They're going to fuck this poor man blind tonight, and I'll get some rest. Then he noticed Emily looking at him, not at the new meat. OK, he thought. I can handle another night with Emily.
During dinner, Howard entertained everyone with tales of his worldwide adventures as a magazine photographer. Bull was happy to have the spotlight on someone else for a change. Following dinner, Howard was whisked away by Katie, Ellen and Dot. Bull chuckled, knowing what the young man was in for.
Emily took Bull's arm. "Perhaps we could go to your bed tonight. I have a feeling I'm going to be quite loud, and I'd rather my friends concentrate on Howard."
"Would you like a drink first?" Bull asked.
"No," she answered in a soft, sexy voice. "I just want to ride that beautiful cock and shout my thanks to the heavens."
As they loaded up for the Friday outing, Bull thought that Howard looked a little tattered. He smiled, thinking of how the three cougars had probably ravaged the poor man until sunrise.
During the day's adventure, Howard brightened up, and the women had a wonderful time. At the end of the tour, Bull announced that tonight's dinner would be the last of their visit to the Serengeti Safari Camp, and the chef would prepare a special meal for them.
While having drinks before dinner, Howard regaled the group with the photos he had taken during the day. He showed them several shots that would be considered sexy. He explained that those would not be included in the magazine article. "Those will be for my personal enjoyment," he announced.
At the end of dinner, Bull called the chef out to receive the thanks and admiration of their guests. Emily slipped two $100 bills into the woman's hand and gave her a big hug. Back at the bar, the three ladies who had entertained Howard the previous night were back, looking for more attention.
Emily moved up to Bull behind the bar. "Do you suppose you could stand my naked body one more night?" She took his hand and slipped it up between her legs. "As you can tell, I'm already quite wet and ready to be fucked until I can't walk."
Bull smiled at her. "You will have a long plane ride to recover. You've been a wonderful bedmate this week. I'm going to miss you."
"I'll bet you say that to all the campers," she replied.
"Nope," he grinned, "Just the ones with hot bodies and an adventurous spirit."
It was a long night, and everyone went to bed satisfied with their safari adventure and the nighttime activities they had enjoyed. The trip had turned out much better than they had expected.
The following morning, as the transport car was being loaded, Bull hugged each of his guests and encouraged them to come back for another visit. When he got to Emily, he gave her an extra-long hug. "I think you should consider coming back next year. You could be my personal guest and stay in my cottage."
"I guess you found my mouth to be entertaining."
"I found all of you to be entertaining," he said with a grin. "I promise I'll be dreaming of you on top of me, grinding while I toy with your exceptional breasts. I haven't enjoyed sex that much in many years."
"I'll have some dreams of my own," Emily confessed. "You're a hell of a man, Bull. I don't generally get too attached to any man, but I'd settle down with you in a heartbeat. You should consider spending some time with me in Chicago the next time you come to the States."
Bull waved goodbye as the car pulled away. "I think that went well," he said aloud. "We'll see how the magazine review turns out."
Two weeks later, Bull received a letter addressed to Maj. Jake Browner, General Manager, Serengeti Safari Camp. He opened it and read, "Dear Major Browner, I am a close friend of Emily Hardy who has just given me a 'blow by blow' description of her trip to your safari camp. I have three girlfriends who would like to join me on a trip to Tanzania to spend a week with you. Please let me know if you would have an opening in mid-January." It was signed by Laura Tunstill. He found enclosed a photograph of four scantily clad women who appeared to be in their mid-40s.
"Oh yeah," Bull mused. "Maybe we'll just change the name to Cougar Safari Camp."
Edited by ChrisM
