Gangbang with my professors

Am sharing my story when I was 19 and got gangbanged by my two professors

I am Sushma, a 36-year-old slut with a stunning 34-28-34 figure. The incident I'm about to recount happened when I was just 19, fresh out of college and still a naive little cumdump.

At that time, I was studying at Lovely Professional University in Punjab, far from my hometown. I lived in a dorm with another friend, giving me all the freedom a horny young slut could ask for. And God, did I take advantage of it. I had multiple boyfriends, and we would often engage in raunchy public sex sessions.

One evening, after classes, one of my many useless dicks wanted to take me to see a crappy movie at 10 PM. I knew it was a piece of shit, but he promised some fun, so I agreed. We had roughed each other up before, so I wasn't surprised when he started groping my undeveloped tits in the dark theater. I loved the attention, so I popped my tits out of my shirt and let him get a better grip.

Meanwhile, I slipped my hand into his pants, feeling the bulge of his uncut cock. He wasn't wearing any underwear, so it wasn't hard to work that ugly prick out. I started stroking it while he sucked on my small, budding tits, and eventually, I sank to my knees and wrapped my lips around his fat shaft.

He came in my mouth in about 10 minutes, and I swallowed every drop, some dribbling down my chin. He returned the favor, making me gag as he pumped his load deep into my throat. By the time the movie ended around 1 AM, we were both spent and tired. He dropped me back at my dorm, and I went to bed, my mind tingling with the filth we'd indulged in.

The next day, I was still buzzing from the adrenaline when my professor, a 52-year-old creep, asked me to see him in his office after class. I went, knowing he'd been checking me out, despite his old-aged dick.

"Hello, Sushma," he purred, "You look exquisite today."

"Thank you, sir," I replied, sitting down across from him, my young pussy already wet at the thought of what might happen.

We chatted for a bit, and he asked if I had a boyfriend. I told him no, and his eyes lit up. "You know, we have a movie night planned for tonight, and I thought you might enjoy it."

I didn't have to think twice. "That would be great, sir."

He grinned, pulling out a bottle of whiskey. "Come on over around 7. We'll have some drinks and... get to know each other better."

I knew exactly what that meant, so I nodded and left his office, my mind racing with excitement. When I arrived at his house, he greeted me with a sloppy kiss and immediately pushed my tits together, crushing them in his hands.

"Sit, let's get you comfortable," he growled, patting the couch beside him. I complied, and he started fumbling with my clothes, pulling down my jeans and panties to expose my dripping slit.

He breathed in my scent, his eyes gleaming with lust, before diving between my legs and feasting on my pussy like a starving man. His tongue was everywhere - in my folds, swirling around my clit, plunging deep into my hole. I moaned and writhed, my head thrown back in ecstasy.

After a thorough tongue-fucking, he stood up, his cock throbbing in his pants. "On your knees, Sushma."

I knew what was coming and eagerly complied, dropping to my knees in front of him. With a triumphant smirk, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick, black cock, already rock hard.

It took some effort, but I managed to take the whole thing in my mouth, my lips stretching around the girth. He grabbed my head, forcing me to deepthroat him, his balls slapping against my chin as he fucked my face.

After a few minutes, he pulled out, cum erupting from the tip and painting my cheeks. "Swallow it all," he commanded, and I obeyed, savoring the bitter taste of his seed.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. "That's our other professor," he said, helping me to my feet. "Come, let's get you presentable."

I watched as he poured us each a drink, his eyes roving over my naked body with lust. Then, the door opened, and in walked a man I'd never seen before. He was tall and muscular, with a chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes.

"Ah, HOD, perfect timing," Professor Gill said, handing him a glass. "Meet our delightful little whore, Sushma. She's quite the cocksucker, aren't you, pet?"

The HOD smiled, his gaze lingering on my exposed tits. "I can see that. And I'm sure she's a tight little cunt, too."

I felt a shiver run down my spine at his words, my pussy clenching in anticipation. The three of us chatted for a bit, sipping our drinks and exchanging lascivious glances, until Professor Gill suggested we move the party to his bedroom.

There, on the king-sized bed, the two professors began to strip, revealing their aging, wrinkled bodies. But as they approached me, I noticed something that made my heart race - the HOD was hard as steel, his large cock bobbing with each step.

The professors pushed me down on the bed, and the HOD climbed on top of me, sliding his thick shaft deep into my soaked cunt. I gasped as he started to fuck me hard and fast, the headboard slamming against the wall with every thrust.

Professor Gill quickly joined in, his own cock rubbing against my asshole as he ground his hips against mine. I could feel his precum leaking onto my sensitive rim.

Without warning, he pushed forward, his cockhead breaching my tight asshole. I screamed in pain and pleasure as he began to piston in and out, his thick meat stretching me wider with each thrust.

The HOD, not to be outdone, picked up his pace, his cock slamming into my cervix with brutal force. I was a human cumdump at this point, taking it all like a champ.

As the professors continued to pound me into submission, I felt the HOD's balls tighten against my clit. With a grunt, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, pumping his seed deep into my womb.

Professor Gill didn't let up, his cock still throbbing inside my asshole as he shouted, "Take it, you filthy slut!"

And then, he came too, filling my guts with his own warm cum. I felt him twitch and pulse as he marked my insides with his essence.

Finally, the three of us collapsed on the bed, panting and sweaty. I could feel the professors' cum leaking out of me, mingling with my own juices on the sheets.

As we caught our breath, Professor Gill leaned over and kissed me deeply, his tongue swirling with mine. "You're a natural-born cock slut, Sushma. We're going to have a lot of fun with you."

I smiled, already looking forward to our next depraved encounter. After all, I was a slut, and this was what sluts did best.