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