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Final vivaIt was the final day of my MCA at the local state university here in the southern part of lovely Andhra Pradesh. I had bought the suit together with my friendins to look super sharp at the viva, which I was now next up for. Like all other students here, I had purchased my project and report from a local “project shop”, but, I was well into it, and I was confident in any answer the exam panel might come up with. For today’s batch I was the last one, and I had seen the happy or sad faces of my friendins after their viva was over.In my class I’m a popular girl, not the most popular, but, I have a good friends circle, and in my circle we love to make fun, party (as girls do), and make fun of boys who think they can woo us with their silly games. I’m average south-indian color and my height is also about average, having just completed 22 years, body is in full strength. As most girls in my class, I’m fairly thin, everything to maximize prospects of getting a good job later on.It was time. I entered confidently, obediently greeted the faculty panel “Namaste Sirs!” and fired up my power-point presentation. There was a table on the “presenter stage” for me, but, I preferred standing, and it was all OK with the professors. The topic was network security and my app was using username and generated password protocol. The panel was three professors, an old retired professor from the university, and my teacher sir and a professor from another university both looking in their early 30s. There were many questions during my presentation, but, I think I answered them well enough. As the room was very hot, the external professor told me I could remove my jacket during the rest of the presentation. I did, but, immediately remembered that I hadn’t put any bra today, because I was supposed to keep on the jacket. Now my nipples were standing tall pressing against the thin white fabric of my shirt, but I pretended as if nothing and continued my presentation. After presentation and questions were done I said “thank you, Sirs!” and made my exit, confident about a great viva completed. They told me to wait outside for a few minutes while discussing my result.My friendins were waiting for me outside and quickly asked me to put on my jacket again to cover myself up. Looking down, I noticed that sweat from the presentation had made my shirt almost transparent Girlfriends wanted to know all the questions and we discussed them eagerly until they called me back into the room.When I came back, the old professor had left already. My teacher started out: “Nalini, your presentation was good, you know the material very well, but … ” The “but” I was fearing, what could it be, everything went fine . “.. but, konya escort your project is exactly the same as Sanjay’s project. Only change is your name and signature. How is this Nalini?” What could I do, the project was the same of course, since we probably bought it in the same shop, as many other students had done. But, what use would it be to talk about it, they knew this as well. Maybe the external professor was used to different practice at his university and had complained? My silence went awkwardly long. Finally I managed to stumble, “Please Sir, this is my final exam …” A longer awkward period of silence went by.Finally my professor spoke up: “Look Nalini, Praveen (name of external professor) and I have been friends since our university days. We may have a solution for you to pass without any remarks.” Immediately I didn’t like where this was going. My professor continued “We both liked your shirt during the presentation, and we would like to see more of it. That should be enough for you to pass.” I understood easily what they wanted, even how shocking it was for this kind of repression. In my mind I was thinking to go with their extortion or not. Easily I could put case on them, but, no proof was there. Also they would probably say I made it up because they failed me.I decided to let them have another look at my shirt, and removed the jacket once again. The professor and his friend got up, and approached me on the stage. Both put their hands on my breasts and squeezed them. Then they started to unbutton the shirt and put hands inside to feel my hard breasts more. In the situation I would’ve liked my nipples to stay soft, but, after some squeezing they started to become hard. All buttons of my shirt were open now, and it started to fall down, exposing my shoulders and back. My professor asked me to sit down on the table, and he sat on the chair, took my fully exposed breasts in his hands and started to squeeze and suck them with his mouth. The other professor started rubbing me on my back and feeling my stomach and back.“Please Sirs, I am like to finish this now,” I managed to speak out. But, they were not in any hurry to finish. The external professor asked me to lay down on the table, and when I was not immediately doing it, he helped me by lifting me to a down position. My teacher professor had started to suck my stomach belly button now, leaving my breasts for his friend to fondle and squeeze hard. I think I closed my eyes for a few moments, a few tears were starting to form in my eyes, didn’t want to start crying about the situation. When I opened my eyes up again, the other professor stood close besides me, with his full erected cock pulled out of his pants. escort konya “Take my cock in your mouth,” he demanded, while slapping it on my lips. I had never done anything like this before, so I was very hesitant, and tried to turn my face away. But, he pushed my face back to look at his cock. It looked enormous erected like this, not like the tiny limp cocks of the boys we had teased at the ocean earlier. He was pushing it against my lips very hard now, and I reluctantly opened my mouth, allowing him to slide it inside. It was very warm, and slightly salty taste, but, no bad odors. He started to push it in and out of my mouth, as if he was fucking me. “Do your best Nalini,” he commanded again, and I tightened my lips around it and tongue relaxed against it inside. He was pushing it very deep now, and it was hard for me to breathe, when it came into my throat. I started gagging for air, and tears started to roll from my eyes. Both the professors laughed at each other, clearly excited about my reactions.Without me noticing, my teacher professor had unbuttoned my pants, and was now trying to pull them down. “No Sir!” I struggled to push him away, but, he already managed to get my pants down to the knees. He pushed my legs up, exposing my bottom to him. My legs are slim and easily the pussy is exposed when legs are bent in that position. It was hard to focus on my teacher professor with the other professor’s cock pushing inside my mouth. “Relax Nalini” was all I heard, before a striking pain came between my legs. I cried out as good as possible, and looking down, my teacher professor was pushing his cock in between my legs. Earlier I had played with a carrot inside the pussy, as my friendins had suggested, but, it was nothing like this fat professor cock which was now entering my private parts with huge force. The two friends seemed to enjoy the more I was moaning in pain, both pushing their cocks harder and harder inside of me right there on the examination table. My breasts started to shake with the motion of their fucking. Every time they would both push hard at the same time, I thought would be my last breath, the cock in my pussy giving pain, and the cock in my mouth blocking the airflow in my throat.Finally they both withdrew. I thought my horrors would be over, but, it was just to switch the place. My teacher professors cock felt smaller than the other cock in my mouth, and didn’t push so hard into my throat, so I could start to get a better control of the situation. His cock was full of white cream from my cunt, which I was now tasting for the first time. It felt a little sour but also well-known.The other professor was beating my pussy with his cock. Apparently konya escort bayan it had become limp after he withdrew from my mouth. “Hold it and stuff it inside of your cunt,” he demanded from me, and placed my hand on his cock. It felt so large, oozing warm, and a pumping motion of the blood flowing through it to keep it hard. He tried to put my arm in front of my pussy but there was no place for the pants. Irritated, he barked at me “You are not cooperating Nalini!” and took a hard grip of my legs, and flipped me over, so I was now laying on my stomach on the exam table with breasts squeezed down on it. My teacher professor’s cock came out of my mouth by the motion, which was a relief. However, he took a firm hold of my hair, and pulled my head back, so he could stuff his cock into my mouth again. This time with his balls hanging down and slamming against my chin, and seemingly he was able to enter as deep as the other professor’s larger cock before.Then came the pain again. The other professor’s large cock was forcefully pushed inside me from the behind. I yelped out a loud moan as it happened, and he started to slam against my butt cheeks, putting his cock as deep as possible inside of me. My tits were squeezing up and down against the table as they were pushing their cocks simultaneously in me, bathing in my own sweat of naked body against the table. My pussy cream was starting to dry up now, and every stroke from the cock felt like I was going to split in two. Finally, he came to a standstill, and I felt a warm sensation of what I assumed was his sperm unloading inside me. They both withdrew their cocks, and flipped me over on the table. Then he put his cock with sperm hanging from it inside my mouth and asked me “Nalini, suck it dry.” I didn’t have any strength left to not obey, so I dutifully sucked and licked my best on it. My teacher professor put his cock back inside my pussy and thrusted hard, but pulled out after a little while, and ejaculated his warm sperm out over my stomach and crotch. My nightmare was about to come to an end.Both professors laughed together complimenting on each others action and my “tight little body.” I didn’t feel any accomplishment, but, was nevertheless happy when they told me I graduated with full marks. The whole situation was bizarre, getting dressed and professors wiping their cocks and pulling pants back up. The whole episode lasted no more than 10 minutes.My MCA days are over, I received placement at a nice MNC in Bangalore. I hate the corrupt education system and will probably never go back to it. If any recommendations of something evil I can do to the two professors, any input is ready. In time my parents will arrange a marriage for me, and given my family’s lower-middleclass background, my future husband will likely be a chauvinist whom I will also hate being fucked by. With some luck I will find a lovely guy here in Bangalore, or on-site, and elope with him.

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