In a jungle clearing... (The Slutty Ornithologist)

Carole Plodivis stared at the ravaged sight of the crops as she examined the feathers closely. White, large, and nothing at all like what had been described as a horde of deadly crows descending upon the village's canola crop and decimating it.

"They say the devil birds screamed curses as they struck down the crops." The native guide carefully intoned his line, before checking at his feet and stepping forward again to his mark. "Uh... Their cries echoed in the fields night and day, and no man dared set forth, lest he be stuck down too."

Carole examined the feather again noting the structure. She brought it to her nose, inhaling deeply of the scent of canola seed. There was something else there though, nutty maybe.

"Screaming Devil Crows, huh?" Carole stood and took another step towards a ravaged plant, her long legs exposed from her tight shorts, and extending down to where her feet were secured tightly within no-nonsense boots. "No Mr. Ethneek, I think your village has been beset by something a little more mundane."

"Excuse, I do not be knowing the word you..."

"It's cockatoos, Mr. Ethneek. Your village has been beset by a bunch of the things."

"I only have one, Miss Plodivis. " The guide reached down and adjusted himself. "You are telling me there are many men with two?"

"No, not your..." Carole contemplated the bulge that the guide had adjusted. "On second thought..."

Carole slowly sank to her knees in front of the man, who smiled in response and unbuckled his now straining belt. Carole smiled up at him, her tightly updone hair not needing to be adjusted at all as she kissed at the guide's thigh happily. He smelled earthy, of sweat and spice. She liked it, and continued to kiss upwards as his rough hands undid the zipper of his jeans and he delved one hand within. With a quick shrug of his shoulder he popped his now rock hard cock free of his constraining pants.

Carole licked her lips in response at the sight of Mr. Ethneek's cock. Nicely shaped, and perfectly circumcised. Clearly, despite his hard daily work, the guide took the effort to keep his cock clean, and Carole greatly appreciated it as she kissed along the soiled material of his clothing. When she reached the fly, her hands gripped at his pants and pulled them down fully, before sliding a hand around to cup the guide's balls. He Intertwined his hand in her hair and moaned loudly as she ran her tongue along his shaft.

"Miss Plodivis..." He gasped out as Carole sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue against the underside.

"Don't talk..." Carole whispered, her mind on the thought of how much she wished there were at least four other guys present. Much as she loved making one man feel good, any time, anywhere, there was nothing like the pleasure of showing that you could satisfy a whole gang. She bobbed her head on the guide's shaft, tasting the salty scent of male excitement and the flavor of his already pre-cumming cock.

The guide merely stared down at the gorgeous ornithologist, as she slid her hand into her shorts and began to rub at herself as she sucked him. He knew that he couldn't last long, and he gripped her hair tightly, his ass moving almost of its own accord as he began to fuck into the woman's mouth.

Carole loved it when they took charge and did the work for her, and so she completely acceded to the guide's rough handling as he rammed his cock deep into her mouth. There was a moment of discomfort, but Carole's well trained gag reflex did not revolt, allowing her the pleasure of taking him fully. The guide's pubic hair smelled good as his cock pulsed within her throat. She could taste the salty residue of his pleasure as the man thrust again and again, letting all of his load into her and causing her to swallow against his penetrating cock.

His hands held her head steady for a moment, before he stepped back, and his cock came free of her mouth with an audible pop. Carole smiled seductively, before licking her lips and rising to her feet, brushing some of the dirt off her knees with a towel she pulled from the nearby bag. Mr. Ethneek had already finished tucking himself away, and she composed herself before continuing.

"Anyway, it's not devil birds, it's Cockatoos, which are from Australia. No idea how they got here, but these forearm sized beasties are invasive and taste kinda like duck, but a little gamey. You got guns?"