Date: 19 Oct 2001 05:03:01 -0000
From: alisha69ksk2002@yahoo.co.in
Subject: Manipal University lez/college

				Manipal University By Alisha

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Manipal is one of the best educational centers in India. The place is about
60 kms from Mangalore which is a port and a good city famous for its
mixture of cultures viz Hindus, Muslims and Christians.  Mangalore is an
important city from the days of British Empire and there is an Anglo Indian
culture dominated there. People are very liberal minded and the cultural
fascism now dominating the present India has so far not been able to create
any impact there. Mangalore is famous for its hospitals and educational
institutions. The state Karnataka to which it belongs, have the highest
number of private institutions in India. Manipal is the best center for
educational excellence in South India and the admission is based on
capitation. Students have to pay highly for the excellent education it
offers. The adjacent state of Mangalore which is my native land Kerala has
high communist influence and most of the educational institutions are in
government sector only. Professional courses have few seats and colleges
and syllabus are as old as the time they were started. The communist
leaders send their children to other states paying high capitation money
but they never allow to start such an institution in our state. Now the
situation is changing due to the communal forces came to power which ousted
communist rule and now so many minority communities have started new
colleges. But the Manipal University is providing excellent library,
practical facilities and almost everything a student need. The Pai
foundation never allow even a theatre to start near the whole area so as to
prevent the students being attracted to things other than studies. But
unfortunately, most of the students who join Manipal from our state become
drug addicts and often come back failed. So most of the people are afraid
to send their kids to Manipal. There is high incidents of ragging and
brutality in the hostels most of which are done by students from our state
only. So it was a thunder from a pleasant sky for my parents when I told
them that I have been selected to engineering degree course at Manipal.

My parents tried their level best to change my decision. I was longing to
become an engineer from my school days and since I was born in an upper
caste it was not easy to get admission within the state. I got success in
getting admission for civil engineering which I was sure that not suitable
for a woman like me. I got admission to Biomedical engineering at Manipal
and I was damn sure to grab a great job even before completing my
studies. I did not want to spoil my career by joining in our damn
engineering colleges with obsolete syllabus and high student unrest and
poor educational standards.  But I had to pay a capitation of about 1 lakh
which my father had anyway. The problem facing my parents was the rumours
and stories about students getting drug addicts and girls getting pregnant
once they were sent to the place. As I belong to an aristocratic and thus
conservative background, my mother also opposed the idea. But I was pet
daughter of my parents and I took one day fast and the idea was too much
for my parents to bear and they finally agreed to send me to Manipal. They
enquired in the surroundings and found out that one elder student was
already studying in the college for third year.  My parents took me along
to visit the student. She was a Christian and her name was Alice. She
assured my parents to take care of me and her parents told my parents that
there was nothing to be afraid of as Alice have passed her previous
examinations with flying colors.

Alice had to start next day itself and my classes were to start next
month. Alice assured my parents that she will receive me at the station and
gave me her phone number etc. My father reserved one ticket for me in a/c
compartment. But the ticket was RAC quota (reservation against
cancellation) and I did not think anything about it. As it was my first
long journey away from home, most of my relatives were present at the
railway station and when the train came all of them entered the compartment
except me standing out in the platform. Then the TTE got angry threw all of
them out, fortunately I was able to sneak inside the compartment before the
train leave. I did not get time to bid good-bye to my weeping parents due
to the commotion at the railway station. My luggage was thrown here and
there by my relatives and I gathered two big suitcases and a small bag
carrying my dinner and other essential things for travel. The TTE checked
my tickets and said I was allowed only one seat and no berth for the
journey. It meant that I had to sit the whole night and I cursed for my ill
fate. There was a nun sitting opposite to me. She understood my desperation
and told me that she was also RAC only and if we can adjust the TTE may
allow one full berth for two of us in sharing basis. We then asked the TTE
to allot a full berth for two of us and he was glad to allot as it would
make two seats free and he can sell them to prospective travelers who offer
good money. We had allotted an upper berth in a coupe. A coupe has four
berths and offered more privacy and berths were wider. In our coupe, there
was one family consisting of an old man about 60 years, his wife about 50
years and their daughter just delivered and her kid. They were going to
Mangalore to join her spouse. The kid was crying loud and its grandma was
pacifying it. There were curtains hanging which offer more privacy. If the
curtains are drawn four berths would get full privacy. The mother of the
kid started breast feeding her kid. She did not want her inlaws to see her
breasts, so she turned towards me and opened her blouse and hiked her black
brassieres and started feeding the baby. It stopped the kids cries and the
old man began to chew his tobacco and betal leaves. His wife was opening
their food packets and I hated the oily smell of old food and was feeling
to vomit any time. I decided to go out and stand at the door to get some
fresh air. But the sight of the young woman's breasts were preventing me to
go out. Although I felt guilty about looking at her breasts, I did get some
unknown pleasure viewing her breasts. There was something new about her
breasts. She was having big pendulous and lemon coloured breasts. I have
not seen such beautiful breasts with anyone else. What surprised me was
that the length of her nipples!. Her teats were very long, almost up to the
length of my small finger. It was jutting like a small penis of kids and
was fully erect. The nipples were pure dark in contrast with her lemon
coloured breasts. And how proud her tits stand, they were triple the size
of my breasts. Pregnancy and childbirth makes every woman's breasts bigger
and full of milk. My aunt had such big breasts. She was overflowing with
milk.  The doctor had advised her to milk her breasts and not to allow milk
to get condensed in her breasts. At that time she asked my help, it was my
duty to milk her boobs and the milk was emptied to the floor.  But my
aunt's breasts were black and ugly looking. But my companion mother's
breasts were a feast for anybody. I envied her husband for having such a
beautiful wife. They were vegetarian and they ate so many kind of
dishes. It was 8 o clock. As we were closed in a cabin we did not see
others moving along the compartments and those who stand at corridors. Then
I felt like to pee and proceeded to the lavatory at the end of compartment.

When I reached the lavatory one was locked from inside so I opened the
other and entered. But I was stunned to see the nun sitting there with her
dress hiked to her waist urinating. I suddenly offered sorry and moved
out. I apologized her when she came out for entering without knocking but
she said it was okay and the door was bit jam so she could not lock it. I
entered the same latrine and looked for closing the door, it was closing
fine. I bolted from inside and lowered my jeans and looked at the mirror
inside.  I was satisfied with my appearance and gave a thumbs up sign with
my image. When I started to sit in the lavatory, I noticed to my dismay
that the walls of the lavatory were full of obscene drawings. Most of them
were about a great pussy being violated by penis and so many abuses
describing women's cunt,pussy in most crude languages. It was written that
"suck my cock, bitch", "eat a girls pussy make her wild","if you are tired
of sin pray jesus else call me in mobile number". I liked the drawings and
messages. It was obviously written by educated people and the drawings were
obscene but I felt a lubrication in my pussy reading all those rubbish. But
I had to wait 5 more years to get a good job and I was planning to marry
only after getting a good job and freedom. I thought with a black humour
that the nun might also have read all those scribbling and poor nuns they
can never enjoy sex.

I came to my cabin and found that the old man had started sleeping in the
upper berth opposite to ours.  The mother and kid were also laying in the
lower birth. The grandmother was not there. She might have gone to wash the
dishes. I started to take my dinner and offered t share with the nun. She
agreed and opened her packet. She had excellent non-vegetarian food like
chicken roast etc. My food was poor compared to her. She offered me the
chicken breasts and legs and I loved to taste them. She liked my pickles
and salads. Then we both cleaned the premises and came out to wash our
mouth and hands. The grandmother was coming out of the latrine and her face
looked very grim. I guessed that she might have seen the obscene drawings
and thus looked grim thinking about uncivilized fellow travelers. I laughed
silently, my companion nun looked at me and a simply shrugged. I decided to
wear the jeans and top for the night.

I and the nun urinated and came back to the cabin and sat silent. The train
was moving in a steady speed. I loved the constant sound of 'dum du dum,
dum du dum' of the wheels. The a/c was working very efficiently and the kid
was shivering. Nobody knew where was the controlling switch. The nun was
reading her bible and I was sitting thinking about my future and parents
etc etc. Then the grandmother asked us to move so that she wanted to
sleep. I then used the side ladder and reached my berth. I heard some
roaring sound like a bullock cart moving on the road and I could not
suppress a smile to find that it was the snoring from the next berth. The
old man has already slept. Because of the thick curtain I could not see
him. I put my soft bag as pillow and looked down to see the nun. She was
removing her rosary and the cloth covered her head and had changed to a
long nightdress. She had curly hairs and it was obvious that it was cut
frequently. She might have been a beauty in her prime, I wondered why did
she choose the life of a nun. She looked around 35, the youth was still in
her. She climbed the ladder very efficiently and grinned at me seeing my
surprise. She told me that she was a regular traveler in this train and
preferred to lay in upper berths. I asked her whether we would fall down
while sleeping. She then told me that we should sleep with our heads in
different direction then both of us could get enough room to sleep and only
problem that ones leg will be near the others face.  There was small light
in upper berth, which help us to read without disturbing others. We had
locked the cabin from inside and drew curtains around us. I had one bed
sheet spread on the whole berth but since the berth was covered with
polythene cover it was getting slippery. Then the nun took a thick woolen
sheet and spread it with its edges put inside the flaps of berth cover. She
was an expert in such matters and so I left her to arrange things. She then
took a bottle of wine from her bag and offered one glass to me. I was not
sure to accept the invitation, but she was a nun, so no danger and I had
not tasted wine in my life. She poured the wine into a plastic glass and
offered to me. She told me that it was made in the seminary and was good
for health and good digestion. I sipped one mouthful and contrary to my
expectations it was very sweet. I soon emptied the glass. The nun then
offered one more glass to me and I gratefully drank it. She then put the
bottle back in the bag and took a small bible out and read a few rhymes and
asked me to join her. I said her that I was a Hindu and I do not know their
prayers.  She then smiled and said "ok, then pray you god for a safe
journey and let us sleep". She chanted some more prayers and finally
switched the lights off. She lay with her head near my legs and her feet
was near my face. I tried to turn away from her so that my feet would be
away from her face but found that it would make both of us
uncomfortable. We had to sleep facing each other to get maximum comfort.
She offered to cover both of us with my bed sheet, which was long and wide
to cover both of us. The train was moving fast and the berth was moving
slightly up and down and I loved the journey and soon was feeling
sleepy. The woolen surface under my back offered more comfort and my head
was also feeling bit heavy due to the effect of wine. I looked at the nun
she was sleeping peacefully like an angel. I looked at her feet, she was
keeping her feet fine. The nails were neatly cut and the fingers were
cute. There were tiny hairs at the edges of her feet fingers. I looked at
her toe, it was shining like made of ivory. The night dress had been moved
up so that I could see her calves. Her calves were also very nice, they
were rounded like carved legs of a cot. She had tiny hairs all over her
calves. I did not have any unwanted hair on my calves, hands and on
face. But the nuns legs looked like a man's with tiny hairs curled at the
end of legs. I moved my face so close to her toe that when train jerked in
its motion my lips pressed on her smooth toe. I felt like kissing a
paperweight. Her toe was so smooth, thinking like that I was dozed off. I
was awakening at midnight by a small move at my midriff. I felt that the
nun's knees were touching my front side of jeans when she was lying close
to my feet and her butt near the edge of berth. In that position her knees
were touching my pubis part. I looked at her face she was sleeping
peacefully. I did not want to wake her moving her legs away. The cold was
getting higher.  There was no light or noise anywhere except the occasional
flashing light from outside which helps us to see each other. After some
time I felt her knees were pressing more strongly at my pubis. She was
moving slightly in her sleep and her kneecap was rubbing my pubis over my
jeans. The effect of wine inside me was already heating my body and
soul. The occasional rubbing of her knee at my pubis was arousing me in a
slight manner. I looked at her face she was so close to my feet that I
could feel her warm breath near my thumb finger of feet. It was creating a
tickling feeling to my feet. Then I felt her face touching my feet and she
was just brushing her full lips on the white underside of my feet. I looked
at her face closely and she was calm. I felt guilty of putting my feet so
close to a holy nun's head but the circumstances were forcing it. The
occasional brushing of her lips at my feet was tickling me at the same time
her knees were rubbing my pubis continuously in unison with trains jerks
and shakes. I looked at my watch, the radium dial showed it was only 12:30
night and there was 10 more hours to reach my destination.

I must have dozed off again for some time and I came to my senses when
something was moving at my waist. I was sleeping on my back straight and
the nun was pushed to the edge and to keep the balance she was putting her
hands over my legs and had her breasts resting on my knees. I felt guilty
about my selfishness as I was now occupying more space than the nun and was
enjoying the luxury of sleeping on my back while she was suffering by
sleeping on her sides. I could feel her breasts over the thick jeans and I
felt that she was not wearing any brassieres. She had her breasts resting
where my thighs end and I could feel the warmth of her soft cushions
against my thighs. Her one hand was firmly pressed on the sides of my right
leg. I did not want to disturb her sleep and her foot was now very close to
my shoulders and occasionally touching my armpits. Her occasional touching
of her foot finger on my armpits also tickled me. My top was nice and my
pits were soaked with my sweat. I sweat even in winter at my pussy and
armpits, even though I am not much hairy there. My classmates often joke me
about my armpits getting fully wet in wide diameter when I came fast to
avoid late presence. The inside of the compartment was cold even then I was
sweating at my pits.

The wine was a slowly catching on me it seemed. My blood was boiling like a
wildfire caught on the forest. Once it started it was spreading all over my
body. The occasional touching of the nun's lips at my feet and the touches
of her foot fingers on my wet armpits and her close grip on my thighs were
arousing me in some unknown way. I was getting sexually aroused. I felt
shame about such a feeling with a woman laying close to me and that too a
holy nun!. My god, please forgive me. I dozed again.  As I was new to the
sleeping in train I could not sleep continuously. The presence of another
woman so close to me also was another problem. I was praying god for not
making my stomach an urge to fart. I had eaten heavily and drank wine and
the train was getting more speed making the shaking higher. But all the
people around were experienced and were sleeping comfortably.

It was after an hour I felt my jeans zipper was slowly pulling down. I
could not recognize first where I was or what was going on. Then I
understood that the nun's fingers were pulling my zipper down. I lay still,
I wanted to know what would happen next. I need not wait much longer. Her
right arm sneaked inside my jeans and it touched my soft panties. I did not
move. She stopped for one instant and I was sure that she was looking at my
face. I continued to lay still. Soon I found her palm resting on top of my
pussy. I was wearing blue color panties with frills at the sides. She was
pressing my pussy as if saying sorry to me. I did not show any expression
on my face. She then traced my pussy channel over my soft panties. My god,
I was getting wet, the wetness was oozing from somewhere deep inside and I
was damn sure it was spreading on my panties and she could feel it soon. I
tried to prevent my leaking but the emotions and arousal was betraying
me. I could feel the faint smell of my pussy getting juicy and in the a/c
compartment it was clearly distinguishable. The feeling of wetness gave the
nun the signal she had been waiting for it seemed since she became bolder
and opened my button and yanked my jeans lower thus getting more access to
my pubis. I closed my eyes as if in deep sleep. But the nun was not going
to stop. She began rubbing my pussy over my panties and rolled her fingers
at the upper side of the vaginal opening and soon I felt my pebble like
clitoris getting awake. She too sensed it and concentrated on it by
circular movements on the hood. She was moving her finger faster on the
clitoris in a mad violent wave arousing me completely. I could not stop
hiking my body and the nun was sure that I was awake and I was willing to
enjoy her explorations. She replied my move by yanking my panties along
with the jeans in one sweep and I was laying naked from waist to the
feasting eyes of the nun. I felt ashamed. What was I doing, if somebody
awake and see me in such a condition. I was laying half nude showing my
pussy and all like a whore and a holy nun was rubbing my pussy and getting
me to the edge of an orgasm. But the cabin was locked from inside and the
snoring sound was going on and even if he was awake he could not see us
unless he purposefully remove our curtain. The nun was getting greedy.

She spread my legs wide and put my jeans and panties folded at the
side. She forced me to move to the middle and lay with her face immersed
into my willing pussy. I have never experienced such a pleasure in life. I
had masturbated in my sleeps but that was all. The nun was taking me to
heaven. She licked my pussy tentatively and pinched my thighs until I
opened my eyes and looked at her. She wanted me to look at her. She then
attacked my wet pussy and soon immersed her tongue fully inside me. She was
slurping the sides and soon she used her thumb finger to rub on my small
clitoris from upper and moved her tongue into my vagina like a small
penis. I was hiked to the seventh heaven. I was going to say aloud, "If
there is paradise on earth, it is this, it is this, it is this". My nun was
an experienced lover.  She went on changing her tactics and what a wild
woman she was!. I never completely surrendered like this to another human
being. I was becoming her slave. I was sure that she was not a nun but the
serpent who pleased Eve in the Eden garden. I wanted to shut my eyes so as
to avoid looking at her.  But the nun was opposite to me. She wanted me to
look at her and when I began to close my eyes, she would pinch me. Then she
reached her hands to my breasts and hiked my top to my neck so that she
could view my tits. She asked me to open my bra and I did it and she could
view my small tits while sucking my pussy.  The nuns tongue was moving in
my vagina like a serpent. I felt I am going to die.  Something was choking
my pussy from inside, like a rock coming down through a narrow path with
brutal velocity. Then I collapsed and yelled, "enough, please stop,
please". I fell back in complete surrender.

After some time the nun's face came closer to me and she kissed my
lips. She was slowly moving her hands around my small tits and occasionally
she would roll my nipples with her fingers. She was looking close to my
eyes and her eyes were filled with passion and sooth. I tried to lower my
top and hike my jeans up. But the nun took my hands and prevented me doing
cover. She then took my hands in her hands and lead my palm to her chest. I
understood that she wanted me reciprocate. I was ready to do but I was new
to the idea. I looked at the surroundings and confirmed that everything was
safe.  When I looked back at the nun, she had removed her nightie and was
showing her bigger breasts to me.  They were pendulous and the areola was
much larger than mine. Her nipples looked like a dried grape and I moved
downwards as she moved upwards rubbing her body on my body and offered her
breasts at my face level. Her armpit hairs were visible to me. She did not
shave there. There was an ample growth and she smelled like a wild
flower. I licked her breasts and took her nipples between my lips and at
the time she was rubbing her pussy mound on my pelvis. Occasionally both of
our bushes brushed each other. Her bush was more coarse than my soft
bush. She had a good forest of hair between her legs. She rubbed it on my
thighs while I was busy licking her breasts.

Then she turned the direction and put her legs sideways of my face and my
face was near to her butt. I could see her bush just above my mouth. I
started to please her as she did to me. But she was expecting more
passionate and therefore she inserted her fingers into my spent vagina when
she felt I am slow.  This was giving me a clue of my efforts on her
pussy. Ultimately I was able to put my entire tongue into her hairy hole
and was able to move it like a ribbon waved. She liked it as she was
rubbing my clitoris in a circular motion and I was getting ready for my
second orgasm. WE both attained our orgasms together. But she was not
done. She did not move her butt from my face, instead she reached her
fingers back to her buttocks and started spreading her asscheeks. I could
feel the faint smell of her shit and her asshole was getting wider and
looking for my attention. I was very repulsive to touch at that region, but
I understood that she wanted me to lick her asshole. Finally I did it. I
licked the asshole of a holy nun and we both were full naked in a moving
train. The train was fast moving helping us to fuck peacefully. After
sometime the nun moved and started to dress. I too followed her and I felt
an urge to urinate. Then nun also came with me.

We opened our coupe and moved into the corridor. There was no one in the
corridor, but outside the corridor was the coach attendant. He was
obviously drinking. But he hid his bottle when he saw us. We both entered
the same lavatory and it was not unusual as there was a murder happened in
the train toilet at that time. Some thief was hiding in the toilet and he
murdered a lady came to urinate for her ornaments. So women were going as
pair to toilets. When I started to urinate the nun put her feet near my
pussy so that my urine would fall on her feet. I found it naughty. Then she
started urinating before me. She had a large clitoris peeking outside her
vagina like button of a jeans. She urinated with much force than me. It was
night 3 p.m.

Then the train began to move slowly. The attendant told us that the place
was Kadalundi where a recent train tragedy occurred. Some bogies of the
train collapsed into a river overthrowing the bridge. So many people were
died. Then we entered our cabin and bolted our door again. We entered our
berth and the nun asked me whether I know the story of Kadalundi. I said I
didn't. Then she told me a dirty joke about the place. Kadalundi is
infamous for the rotten smell emanating from the water, where coconut
shells are immersed in the lake water to make coir fiber out of it. The
rotten smell is synonymous of Kadalundi and people who used to travel come
to acknowledge the place by the smell.  I did not understand what is the
joke. She told me to be patient. She then told me, the following story.

"There was two blind youth traveling by the train. They did not wear any
black glasses and looked like normal guys. Then a prostitute entered the
cabin and sat opposite to them. It was obvious that she did not have any
customers for the day and she tried to win the hearts of the guys sitting
before her. She tried all her tricks like showing some legs and tits to
them etc. But those guys sat innocently chatting their own things. At last
the station approached where the prostitute had to alight. Frustrated by
the reluctance of the guys to accept her offer, she put her finger into her
pussy and reached it to the noses of the guys. Then one blind man told the
other, "Brother, Kadalundi has come", and both went towards the door!.

I could not suppress my laugher. So the nun was a good joker too!. She told
me she had become a nun only because she had no money to study and the
church supported her to take a degree and she was teaching English at
Mangalore College. We slept till 6 o' clock in the morning and were awake
when our fellow passengers were preparing to alight.

The train was stopping at some major station and most of our compartment
was empty. Since short distance passengers do not travel in a/c we were
having a peaceful journey. I took my toothbrush and paste and proceeded to
do my morning chores. The nun then told me that the train will stop at the
next station only after one hour and using the time we can refresh
ourselves by taking bath etc. She said we do not get time to refresh at
Mangalore and I would reach my destination by bus about afternoon only.
This encouraged me to take a bath in train, but I had no buckets, mug etc
and there was no shower in the lavatory. The nun told me that using empty
bottles of mineral water we could take water from the pipe and use it for
bath. I was afraid thinking about what would happen if water stops and I
was applying soap at the time. But the nun was more enthusiastic than me it
seemed. She forced me to go to the bathroom once again. There was nobody in
or around the toilet. The train was moving at a steady moderate speed.

The nun pulled me to the toilet and locked the door from inside. She
started removing my top and jeans and put them in the hooks. Then she
yanked my black brassieres and light blue panties away. I was completely
nude. There was a western style closet in the toilet. She asked me to sit
on it. She then used the water bottle to collect water from the tap and wet
my body other than the head with it. When I was almost wet, she lathered
soap and applied the foam first on my back and cleaned my neck and her
hands started to move down. When she was completely done my back she
proceeded to wash the form using one more bottle. Then she proceeded to
soap my breasts from behind. She cupped my small breasts and occasionally
rubbed the little teats. I was being bathed by another person after a long
gap of years. The nun was making me shivering with pleasure while her hands
were coating soap foam on my armpits, my breasts and my belly and she
inserted her finger in my bellybutton too. Then she asked me stand up. She
sat before me and started soaping my legs ,thighs, calves, buttocks and
finally my pussy.  She spent a lot of time soaping again poring water and
once again soaping my pussy hairs. I never thought I could enjoy this much
in a moving train. Then she once again poured enough water on my body and
she dried me slowly. I stood like a five-year-old girl before her
nanny. She cupped my soft buttocks occasionally and moved her towel between
my thighs making waves eroticism. I then dressed again in the same clothes
and waited for her to bath.

She did not bath fully. She just applied some water to her armpits and
pussy and breasts and had a sponge bath. Water was also getting slower to
fall. Then we both retired to the air conditioned comfort of our coupe. The
nun was kissing me and caressing me till the attended knocked us with break
fast. At 10 am we reached Mangalore city. We walked a short distance and
caught an auto to go to private bus stand. From there I got a luxury bus to
Manipal. The nun waved goodbye to me and I proceeded to Manipal.

(to be continued). Send your response to alisha69ksk2002@yahoo.co.in