Diamond spins her tale

Diamond straightened her back, thrust her chest out, and flexed her tits. The massive orbs bounced upwards a few times.

‘I don’t know what to tell you guys. I’m Diamond Gazongas. I like to fuck.’

‘Yeah, we guessed that Diamond,’ Guy rumbled, ‘how about you tell us where you’re from?’

Diamond, uncharacteristically, almost became coy, ‘well I’m from around here, from this area. This is where I went to school.’ Then her plumps lips widened into a sultry smile. ‘Shall I tell you about school?’

The sound of Rick jacking his dick behind her was enough encouragement for her to go on. It was a repetitive, wet, slick sound, and it was accompanied by his heavy panting.

‘Yeah…’ Diamond continued, ‘well guys do love it when I talk about school… can’t imagine why, fucking perverts, LOL!’

On the screen, yet another pink, hard, fleshy fuck pole launched a jet of spunk into her eager, cum-spattered face, her mouth open and her tongue stuck out, a thick fat lace of molten semen cascading in lazy clumps over her chin which slowly dripped off, as Diamond’s fierce, fiery stare smokily looked up from the amalgamation of ripped groins and behemoth cocks for her next serving of silken white spunk.

‘Maybe I should tell you guys about my last day at school? Like, when I had just turned eighteen? I hadn’t any of the boys in my class. Like, I knew I could make them blow their loads with a stretch or a wink, or empty a load of teenage ballsacks one after the other by walking down the line of the dinner queue, but fuck, right? It’s fun to show off, but more fun to get fucked.’

That got everyone’s attention in the room. Guy stiffened behind his desk, and Jack and Kevin were exhibitionistically stroking their sprung bulges in their jeans, bulky logs discernible in the trouser legs of the denim. Diamond smiled and continued, her eyes roving their muscularly gigantic forms and the way that their schlongs throbbed under the material.

‘And my form teacher was not exactly a stud type, not like you jocks here with your fucking monster schlongs stretching your jeans, right? You’ve got to imagine a real fucking grey guy, like a sadsack. I mean, he wasn’t mean or anything, but just some old dude right at the end of his career, you know?’

Guy’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, perplexed. This wasn’t going in the direction he was expecting. Onscreen, an anonymous muscled hunk toppled and crashed to the floor in front of the kneeling, cum-splattered teenage slut, the huge body collapsing like a felled tree and crashing into the ground with a heavy stud. It just created space for more hunks to cluster around and populate the teen slut with more vascular, brawny dick, which poked and flexed at the whore from every conceivable angle.

‘So let me draw a picture for you. This guy is like sixty, sixty-five, and he is just a teacher, right? Thin grey hair, cardigan, fucking elbow patches, short… and not out of shape but just sort of round and sort of, you know, drooping, almost?’

The men in the room found themselves leaning closer. It wasn’t exactly the sexiest monologue in the world, but the specificity of the dynamite teenage slut’s description was compelling, and they were getting drawn in. Any information about the spellbinding young slut was going to interest them.

‘And it was my final day! So I was so nervous and excited because I wanted to go out with a bang, and I knew I was going to! And I was like, so bummed that my form teacher was this old grey guy rather than a big fit Daddy Stud, like I wanted! But I wanted to make a statement that I was a fun slutty party girl, right? Who was going to leave school and get her holes filled for a living!’