"Ohhh yaahh... And then what happened?" John Hammond's voice asked coming from the phone "What are they doing now? "

Ian Malcolm tried to recollect himself "Uh, they're fucking in a pile of shi... "

"Wait! Wait! Let me get something..." Hammond cuts him off.

There were noises of boxes and cellophanes being thrown and brushed as Hammond pretty sure was foraging in his hoarding stashes.

After minutes of painstakingly listening to shattered objects, Hammond came back on the line.

"Now proceed good sir"

"Ellie's fucking a brontosaurus, uh, in a dung heap, John... " said Ian.

A squirting sound was definitely heard followed by Hammond moaning.

"John, what was that!" Ian asked

"Ignore that dear Ian, I was just opening a bottle of ketchup!" answered Hammond "Please tell me complete details of Grant and Sattler's activity"

Ian shrugged and answered, "Grant uh, fisting his whole arm inside a triceratops... Ellie's still having a brontosaurus, uh stuck in her..."

"Ohhh Eughh!" abruptly moaned the old British man

Ian was now irritated "Okay John, punk ass, Are you fucking jacking off right now?"

John Hammond went silent, serene enough to have the noises of his fan emitting from the phone. Then, the man finally answered

"Yes... I am"

"Cunt! You better find a way to get us out of here or else I'll have nothing to do but shove a Carnotaurus horn up my tight asshole!"

Ian then threw the phone at the back seat.

As he was about to go out to take a leak, he was suddenly blocked by a little green frog like dinosaur with a large crest jutting from the back of its head, conneting to its nostrils, serving as a horn. It must have entered from the open window. Its feet were massive and webbed, clearly a swimmer. With his expertise, Ian recognized it as a Parasaurolophus.

"You look hot!" It exclaimed, "You and I will perform what my friends are doing, yes?"

Ian noticed the seat it was seating was drenched. He deduced the creature must have recently swam; that until he found out the liquid was actually coming from its leaking vagina. He looked at it with sheer focus. The dino has a stream coming out of its prehistoric clam. He somehow liked it. In addition, its feet were a huge turn on too. The way they playfully twirl around with pussy juices trickling down on it. He cannot help but create a bulge on his tight leather pants.

"WHATTA BULGE!" The dinosaur was taken aback.

It went closer, close enough to touch Ian's tent. "I can't wait to see you!"

"See you!" A bird dinosaur suddenly swoop inside the window "You've fished out a big one, Ducky... Great job!"

"YUP YUP YUP, Petrie..." Ducky blushed, "I can't wait to see what's underneath that big big big big boner..."

Petrie and Ducky wondered what could be hiding in the undertow of the bulge. Things could be swimming around under there, way down deep. They even made ridiculous guesses like things with googly eyes and sharpily teeth.

"I can't take it anymore!" Ducky was too horny to wait and debate. She pulled down Ian's pants and revealed a regular shaggy human penis.

"It's just a thing that squish and squirt" Ducky showed her disappointment.

"Who cares, Looks massive to me!" Petrie shrugged.

The prehistoric bird then ordered Ducky to give Ian some dino-style hand job so he can watch and enjoy free porn. Ducky did that and Ian let out a satisfied moan. According to Ian, Ducky's hands were slimy and smooth similar to his lubed up palms when he did his solo jerk.

"Must go faster!" Instructed the Theorist.

Then he remembered his partner's giant feet. He wondered what those feet could do; it has great potential.

"Ducky!" Ian called out, "I have calculated in my mind that your feet will provide me even more satisfaction, give it a try"

Ducky did what she was ordered like an obedient masseur.

"Ommmmhmpf!" wailed Ian, biting his lips. He clung to his seat as he was whisked away to heaven. His hypothesis was correct; feet were indeed superior to hands. He realized he'd developed a feet fetish. After minutes of stroking, his limit was nigh. Ian pulled his cock away from Ducky.

"Hey, what gives!" Petrie complained. He was on the verge of busting a nut until the sudden stoppage.

"I'm sorry, Petrie but I must infuse my erection with your friend's tight entrance and cherish the joys of vaginal penetration" Explained Ian Malcolm as he gently lifts Ducky.

He placed his theorist penis between Ducky's hovering thighs, pushed her down, inch-by-inch; to his shaft like a fleshlight and Jurassic porked her crazy.

"OHH YUP YUP YUP!" Ducky moaned.

Ian had reached the pinnacle of pleasure. Ducky's crotch entry was fantastic. As it scraped Ian's sensitive skin, the dinosaur's vaginal walls felt like the lumpy slimed back of a bullfrog.

Petrie on the other hand, felt bad at himself. He should be doing more than just enjoy voyeurism. Therefore, as a gesture of goodwill, he decided to join the activity by opting to pluck the hairs on Ian's hairy ballsack. Those stings should be satisfactory.

After that, Ian received both pleasure and pain all at the same time as Ducky rode him and Petrie harvesting his pubic crops like a farmer. Having his hair plucked out was painful, yes... yet he did not care. Ian Malcolm loves it when his nerves and pain receptors go crazy.

As he was extracting crotch follicles, Petrie can literally smell Ducky's green asshole for it was just neighboring right in front of his face. The ass' pheromones then prompt the bird to go and suck the long crest on Ducky's head.

Ducky liked it when she has two mates ganging up on her. It makes her think she's a cock magnet. What a beautiful feeling she finally found. She began to pick up the pacing of her penile undulation until she accidentally dropped her ass forcefully, took in Ian's whole shaft, and went balls deep.

"ummmph!" Ducky hold on a pleasured moan. She couldn't keep her ecstasy at bay for long. She sprayed Ian's groin with her ducky secretions and blew snot out of her horn into Petrie's sucking mouth. It wasn't simply runny mucus, either; it was thick and viscous; all yellowish and sticky. Petrie didn't mind though; as awful as it sounded, he simply let it roll around in his mouth with his tongue, forming it into a ball and kept gritting, chewing his teeth on the phlegm's bouncy form till he swallowed it whole.

"Mhmmm taste like vile that Mom usually feed us!" Petrie critique.

While midway through his ball shaving, the brown bird detected an ingrown hair unearthed beneath the picked fur. Petrie grinned devilishly, knowing that this was going to be wonderful for him and Ian. He soon pick the thick black hair with force, making Ian's brain burst from pure delectation.

"OH FUCK!" comically wailed Ian as he then painted his white modern spermatozoa into the walls of Ducky's primitive cave.

Petrie and Ducky afterwards laughed at Ian's stupid reaction. Everybody's having a good time now.

The two exhausted dinosaurs then fell asleep, leaving the theorist to ruminate on his and his peer's predicament. After all, maybe the good old days weren't that bad after all. He was thinking about how it was all shits and giggles compared to their own timeline's harsh and stressful life. He summoned his colleagues outside, who had also completed their dinosaur fucking. They debated whether they should stay or return home.

"I ain't goin' back no more!" Dr. Grant roared; it was more of a demand rather than a suggestion, "Me and Cera are getting hitched tomorrow!"

"Do dinosaurs even understand the concepts of marriage?" Ellie inquired.

Ducky all of sudden joined in without respect and discipline "Yup we do! We've been practicing it since the Triassic period!"

"I see! Dinosaurs are an advance civilization after all!" Exclaimed Ellie, surprised at the illuminating new information.

As they were discussing, Alan Grant noticed a vibrating sound. He looked back and saw the phone Ian had thrown earlier... He reached for it and answered. "Hello?"

"Grant? Is this you" It was Hammond again. "Were those talking dinosaurs I heard?"

Grant remained silent. He didn't want to expose his new exotic friends.

Nevertheless, Hammond was certain "Damn, Alan! Think of the possibilities of how we can exploit them! Imagine... a dino brothel at Jurass..."

"NO! I do not want you using them for your corporate monetary gains! Senile man" Dr. Grant yelled, "And we are staying here!"

"But we need your asses here to open the park!" Plead the desperate Hammond.

"Silence! I don't want any further responses from thee!" Grant replied then crushed the phone with his bare hands.

"Now that it's settled," Ian Malcolm continued, "We will stay here forever"

"That until the meteorite arrives and wipe our asses clean from the face of the earth..." Joked Ellie.

"What did you just say, Slut!" Cera peaked through the window, outside.

"Oh nothing..." Sarcastically replied Ellie, shrugging; and the group all laughed like in an ending of a cartoon or something.