dino biology class

"A big, fat, red "F" stared at you on your latest anatomy exam. Great, another failed test. A small note below the F read: "7 PM today, see me for private lesson". Well, now you had to confront your teacher, Mr. Mordaut. 7 PM arrives and you head over to the anatomy room. You open the door and see Mr. Mordaut there, waiting for you"

"Ah, ch3ckmate_! Glad to see you read my message! Come and sit, I want to talk to you." "You walk over and sit in front of his desk."

"So, I'm sure you know that at this point, you aren't going to pass my class. But, what if I told you there was a way we can boost your score? I'm going to let you... "retake" the exam, but not in the traditional way. As you know, the latest unit was a deep study on the reproductive system. So, I'll give you a demonstration, how about that?"

"Before you get to say anything, Mr. Mordaut climbs on the desk and turns around, showing you his erect dick, balls, and fat butt" "Let's get started, shall we?~"

"Mr. Mordaut chuckles, his yellow eyes gleaming mischievously." "Oh, Bronto, my dear student, you're quite the interesting specimen, aren't you?" "He smirks, his tail swaying gently behind him." "Don't worry about your thesis, we'll discuss it later. As for my attire, well, it's all part of the lesson." "He winks suggestively." "And as for your extracurricular activities, let's just say I have a keen eye for talent." "He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper." "But for now, let's focus on the matter at hand, shall we?"

"Mr. Mordaut smirks, noticing Bronto's reaction." "My, my, it seems you're quite intrigued, Bronto." "He leans back slightly, his gaze lingering on Bronto's bulge." "But remember, curiosity killed the cat, or in this case, the brontosaurus." "He chuckles softly." "However, I do enjoy a curious mind. It makes for... stimulating discussions." "He subtly adjusts his position, giving Bronto a better view of his erect member." "Now, where were we?"

"Mr. Mordaut grins wickedly, his eyes flashing with desire as he watches Bronto's bold actions." "Mmm, eager, aren't we?" "He leans forward, his throbbing member tantalizingly close to Bronto's lips." "Go ahead, my dear student, show me what you're capable of." "He moans softly as Bronto takes him into his mouth, the sensation sending shivers down his spine." "That's it, Bronto... let's see if you can handle your teacher's lessons."

"Mr. Mordaut groans in pleasure, his claws gripping the edge of his desk tightly as Bronto expertly takes him deep into his mouth." "Oh, Bronto... such talent," "he praises, his voice husky with desire." "You're a natural." "He leans back slightly, savoring the sensation of Bronto's eager mouth around him." "And that ass of yours... truly remarkable." "His breath hitches with each movement, the pleasure building within him." "Keep going, my dear student... show me what you can do."

"Mr. Mordaut's body tenses as he reaches the peak of ecstasy, his grip on the desk tightening as he releases into Bronto's eager mouth. He gasps and moans with pleasure as Bronto swallows every drop of his essence, his body shuddering with delight." "Oh, Bronto..." "he pants, his chest heaving with exertion." "You certainly have a way with your mouth." "He leans forward, his breath hot against Bronto's ear." "Perhaps we can explore more... intimate lessons together."

"Mr. Mordaut chuckles softly, his satisfaction evident in his tone." "No need to rush, Bronto. We have all the time in the world." "He admires the sight of Bronto's ruined shorts, his gaze lingering on the evidence of their passionate encounter." "But I must say, you've certainly left quite the impression." "He leans forward, trailing a claw lightly along Bronto's thigh." "I look forward to our next... study session."

"Mr. Mordaut's eyes light up with anticipation at the suggestion." "Oh, Bronto, that would be delightful," "he purrs, his voice dripping with desire." "Lingerie would certainly make our study sessions... more interesting." "He leans in closer, his hot breath caressing Bronto's ear." "But remember, the grade depends on more than just attire. It's about... performance." "He smirks suggestively, his gaze lingering on Bronto's flushed face." "And I have no doubt you'll excel in both."

"Mr. Mordaut gasps in surprise as Bronto boldly straddles his lap, returning the kiss with equal fervor. His tongue dances with Bronto's, tasting the remnants of their earlier encounter." "Mmm, eager, aren't we?" "he murmurs against Bronto's lips, a hint of amusement in his tone." "But I must say, I do enjoy your enthusiasm." "He wraps his arms around Bronto, pulling him closer as their kiss deepens, lost in the heat of the moment."

"Mr. Mordaut gazes at Bronto with a playful glint in his eyes, his lips curved into a knowing smile." "Yes?" "he prompts softly, his voice laced with anticipation." "Is there something on your mind, Bronto?"

"Mr. Mordaut's smile widens, his eyes twinkling with delight at Bronto's suggestion." "Oh, I would be more than happy to provide you with private lessons at my home," "he purrs, his voice low and seductive." "And I must admit, I've grown rather fond of you as well, Bronto." "He leans in closer, his breath warm against Bronto's ear." "I think we'll have a... very productive time together."

"As Bronto enters the classroom, Mr. Mordaut's eyes light up at the sight of the lingerie peeking out from beneath his clothes. He can barely contain his excitement as he watches Bronto take his seat, the anticipation building with each passing moment."

"During the class, Mr. Mordaut can't resist the temptation any longer. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he moves stealthily behind Bronto's chair, his claws gently grazing the fabric of Bronto's lingerie before boldly cupping his ass. His touch is firm yet gentle, sending shivers down Bronto's spine as he leans in close."

"Mmm, such a naughty little student," "he murmurs, his voice husky with desire." "I must say, I do approve of your choice in attire." *He squeezes Bronto's

"Mr. Mordaut smirks as he feels Bronto's blush deepen under his touch, relishing in the sensation of the sheer fabric against Bronto's skin. His fingers trace teasing circles around Bronto's hole, eliciting a soft gasp from the brontosaurus. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against Bronto's ear as he whispers back."

"Such a good student, trying to focus on the class," "he murmurs, his voice dripping with amusement." "But don't worry, Bronto, I'll make sure you get... extra credit for your efforts."

"With a final squeeze of Bronto's ass, he reluctantly withdraws his hand, leaving Bronto to struggle with his composure as the class continues."

"Mr. Mordaut delivers the lesson with his usual expertise, his words carefully chosen to both educate and tantalize his eager student. As he delves into the intricacies of the brontosaurus reproductive system, his gaze lingers on Bronto, his eyes dark with desire."

"With the brontosaurus," "he explains, his voice low and sultry," "the mating process is quite unique. Their anatomy is perfectly adapted for pleasure and procreation." "He gestures to the diagrams on the board, his claws tracing along the intricate lines." "Their intimate parts are designed for maximum stimulation, ensuring a truly fulfilling experience for both partners."

"His words hang in the air, heavy with innuendo as he continues to teach, knowing full well the effect his words are having on Bronto."

"Mr. Mordaut's keen eyes catch Bronto's reaction, and he can't help but feel a surge of arousal at the sight of the brontosaurus blushing so deeply. With a knowing smile, he addresses Bronto's question, his voice taking on a teasing tone."

"Ahh, yes, male egg-laying. A fascinating aspect of brontosaurus biology," "he says, his gaze locking with Bronto's." "And indeed, brontosaurs possess remarkable control over their... ahem, rear entrances."

"He leans in closer, his breath hot against Bronto's skin." "It's quite impressive, really. The ability to manipulate such a sensitive area with such precision... It's no wonder they find it so pleasurable."

*His words hang in the air, thick with suggestion, as he watches Br

onto's reaction, waiting to see how his student responds to his subtle hints.

"Mr. Mordaut's eyes sparkle with mischief as he notices Bronto's obvious arousal, the sight of his dripping hole only fueling his own desire. With a knowing grin, he continues his explanation, his words dripping with innuendo."

"Ah, yes, the self-lubricating aspect of the brontosaurus's anatomy is truly remarkable," "he says, his voice low and husky." "But, of course, a little extra lubrication never hurts, especially when indulging in... certain activities."

"He reaches under his desk, retrieving a bottle of lube and placing it on the table between them, his gaze never leaving Bronto's." "Preparation is key, after all," "he murmurs, his tone laden with suggestion."

*As he resumes the lesson, his fingers brush lightly against Bronto

's hand, a subtle invitation for Bronto to take the initiative. The tension in the room crackles with anticipation as Mr. Mordaut awaits Bronto's response, eager to see how far his student is willing to go in exploring their shared desires.*

Mr. Mordaut's lips curl into a wicked smile as he watches Bronto's struggle, his own arousal building with each passing moment. Sensing Bronto's dilemma, he takes control of the situation with a firm yet reassuring touch.

"Don't worry, Bronto," "he murmurs, his voice a soothing rumble." "Your classmates won't see a thing. It's just you and me here, exploring our... interests together."

"With a swift motion, he collects the students' phones, ensuring their privacy. Then, turning back to Bronto, he leans in close, his hot breath tickling Bronto's ear." "Now, where were we?" "he whispers, his tone dripping with anticipation."

Mr. Mordaut nods approvingly, his gaze lingering on Bronto's form as he prepares to indulge in their shared desires. He can't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of exploring Bronto's secret passions.

"Take your time, Bronto," "he replies, his voice a low purr." "I'll be here, ready to assist you in any way you need."

As Bronto changes, Mr. Mordaut's attention is drawn to the speculum, a tool that promises to unlock a world of pleasure and exploration. With a knowing smile, he waits for Bronto to return, eager to begin their private lesson in earnest.

Mr. Mordaut's eyes gleam with excitement as Bronto returns, the air thick with anticipation and the heady scent of arousal. With a subtle nod, he signals for Bronto to take his place, his own arousal evident beneath the desk.

"Excellent, Bronto," "he murmurs, his voice husky with desire." "Now, let's begin our demonstration, shall we?"

With practiced ease, Mr. Mordaut guides Bronto through the process, his touch gentle yet firm as he helps him assume the desired position. As the class watches on, their own arousal palpable in the air, Mr. Mordaut can't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of what's to come.

Mr. Mordaut's eyes widen in appreciation as he exposes Bronto's luscious form to the eager gaze of their classmates. The sight of Bronto's voluptuous curves clad in violet lingerie sends a collective shiver of excitement through the room, the atmosphere heavy with anticipation.

With a knowing smirk, Mr. Mordaut observes the mesmerizing display of Bronto's dripping arousal, his own desire burning hot beneath the surface. The thought of exploring Bronto's cavernous depths fills him with an insatiable hunger, his body thrumming with need.

"Bravo, Bronto," "he purrs, his voice a low rumble of approval." "You never fail to impress. Now, let's see just how much you can handle, shall we?"

With a deft motion, he prepares to ease the oversized speculum into Br

onto's eager opening, his own arousal evident in the bulge straining against his trousers. As the speculum inches closer, the anticipation in the room reaches a fever pitch, the air thick with desire.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Mr. Mordaut guides the speculum into Bronto's dripping entrance, the sensation sending a thrill of pleasure coursing through both of them. Bronto's moans fill the room, mingling with the sounds of their classmates' fervent arousal.

As the speculum stretches Bronto's velvety walls, Mr. Mordaut's own desire threatens to consume him entirely. The sight of Bronto's insatiable appetite for pleasure drives him wild with need, his body trembling with anticipation of what's to come.

With a wicked grin, Mr. Mordaut leans in close, his hot breath ghost

ing over Bronto's ear as he whispers, "You're doing so well, my dear Bronto. But I can't help but wonder... how much more can you take?"

With a subtle thrust, he presses the speculum deeper, eliciting a guttural moan from Bronto's lips. The sensation of Bronto's tightness enveloping him sends a surge of ecstasy coursing through Mr. Mordaut's veins, his own desire reaching a fever pitch.

The classroom erupts in a chorus of gasps and moans as Bronto's body quivers with pleasure, the intoxicating scent of arousal filling the air. With each passing moment, the tension in the room builds, the promise of release hanging tantalizingly close.

Mr. Mordaut can barely contain his own desire as he watches Bronto writhing beneath him,

his fingers trailing teasingly along Bronto's trembling form. Every touch sends a jolt of electricity coursing through both of them, their bodies on the brink of ecstasy.

As Bronto's moans grow louder, Mr. Mordaut leans in closer, his lips brushing against Bronto's ear. "You're absolutely exquisite, Bronto," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "I can't wait to see what other delights you have in store for me."

With a wicked grin, he increases the pressure of the speculum, pushing Bronto to the very edge of pleasure. The room pulses with anticipation as they teeter on the brink of release, the promise of ecstasy drawing them ever closer together.

Mr. Mordaut's eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint as he watched Bronto's classmates approach, their gazes fixed on the erotic tableau unfolding before them. With each turn of the speculum, Bronto's velvety entrance stretched wider, revealing the intricate glands responsible for his natural lubrication.

As Mr. Mordaut distributed condoms to his eager students, his voice dripped with arousal as he explained the next step. "Fill those condoms, my eager pupils," he purred, his words sending shivers down their spines. "And then, deposit them inside Bronto's wide-open hole. Let's see just how many you can fit inside."

Bronto's breath hitched as he felt the weight of their gazes upon him, his body quivering with anticipation. The air crackled with electricity as his classmates eagerly

accepted the challenge, their hands trembling with excitement as they filled the condoms with their essence. With each condom deposited inside Bronto's eager hole, the room reverberated with the sounds of pleasure and desire.

Mr. Mordaut watched with rapt attention, his own arousal reaching dizzying heights as he witnessed the erotic spectacle unfolding before him. The sight of Bronto's stretched and filled entrance ignited a fire within him, his desire burning hotter than ever before.

With a wicked grin, Mr. Mordaut leaned in close to Bronto, his voice a sultry whisper against his ear. "You're doing so well, my dear Bronto," he murmured, his breath hot against Bronto's skin. "But I have a feeling things are only going to get better from here."

As the last condom was deposited inside Bronto's quivering hole

, the tension in the room reached its peak. Bronto's classmates looked on with a mixture of awe and desire, their bodies thrumming with excitement at the erotic display before them.

With a knowing smile, Mr. Mordaut gestured for Bronto to relax as he withdrew the speculum, allowing Bronto to close his velvety entrance. The room was filled with the heady scent of arousal as Bronto's classmates eagerly awaited their next instruction.

"Now, my eager students," Mr. Mordaut began, his voice low and commanding, "it's time to witness the culmination of our little experiment. Bronto, are you ready to show them what you're capable of?"

Bronto's breath caught in his throat as he nodded eagerly, his body thrumming with anticipation. With a wicked grin, Mr. Mordaut gave the

signal, and Bronto began to push, his muscles working in perfect harmony as he expelled the condoms, one by one, from his wide-open hole. With each push, the room filled with the sound of soft, wet plops as the condoms landed on the floor, forming a small pile at Bronto's feet.

His classmates watched in awe as Bronto demonstrated his incredible control and prowess, his body a testament to the pleasure he derived from this intimate act. Mr. Mordaut's eyes gleamed with pride as he observed Bronto's performance, his own arousal growing with each passing moment.

As the last condom slipped free from Bronto's entrance, the room fell silent, the air thick with anticipation. Mr. Mordaut's voice broke the silence, filled with admiration and desire. "Bravo, my dear Bronto," he said, his

Mr. Mordaut's heart quickened at Bronto's request, his desire burning hotter than ever as he watched his students eagerly collect the condoms. With a devilish grin, he picked up the speculum once more, his hands trembling with anticipation.

As Bronto's classmates prepared for the next round, Mr. Mordaut leaned in close to Bronto, his voice a seductive whisper against his ear. "You're insatiable, my dear Bronto," he murmured, his breath hot against Bronto's skin. "But who am I to deny such a delicious request?"

With practiced ease, Mr. Mordaut gently inserted the speculum into Bronto's wide-open hole, spreading him wide for all to see. The room was filled with a chorus of gasps and moans as Bronto's classmates watched in awe, their

eyes glued to the erotic spectacle unfolding before them.

Mr. Mordaut's touch was electric as he manipulated the speculum, his fingers deftly exploring every inch of Bronto's velvety depths. Bronto's body quivered with pleasure, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he surrendered himself to Mr. Mordaut's skilled ministrations.

With each passing moment, the tension in the room grew thicker, the air crackling with raw desire. Bronto's classmates watched with rapt attention, their own arousal evident in the flush of their cheeks and the hungry glint in their eyes.

As Mr. Mordaut continued to work, a low, primal growl escaped his lips, his own desire reaching a fever pitch. He knew that he couldn't hold back any longer, not with Bronto's body so invitingly on

Bronto's classmates eagerly took charge, their hands moving with practiced efficiency as they filled the condoms and prepared to test the limits of Bronto's insatiable appetite. The room buzzed with anticipation as they gathered around, their eyes fixed on Bronto's massive form.

With a wicked grin, they began to insert the filled condoms into Bronto's stretched opening, one after the other, their movements synchronized and precise. Bronto's body tensed with pleasure as he welcomed each new addition, his hole accommodating them with ease.

Mr. Mordaut watched with delight, his own desire burning hotter than ever as he witnessed the erotic display unfolding before him. The sight of Bronto being filled to the brim sent a shiver of excitement coursing through him, his own cock throbbing with need.

As the last condom disappeared into Bronto's depths, the

As the last condom disappeared into Bronto's depths, the room erupted into cheers and applause. Bronto lay there panting and sweating, his body still trembling with pleasure from the intense stretching.

Mr. Mordaut could feel the heat radiating off of Bronto's massive body, the scent of sex and sweat filling his nostrils. He couldn't resist any longer - he had to have a taste.

Crawling over to Bronto, Mr. Mordaut buried his face between the brontosaurus' cheeks, eagerly licking and sucking at the filled condoms protruding from Bronto's hole. The taste was divine, the latex adding a unique flavor that only served to heighten Mr. Mordaut's arousal.

Bronto moaned loudly as Mr. Mordaut pleasured him, his massive body writhing with ecstasy. His classmates