Chapter 8: Ramu And Mansi

Dear friends remember my friend Ramu? Those of you who know him know that Ramu is tall, slim, young and handsome. He is the principal of a government secondary school. Earlier also Ramu has told me several of his romantic experiences which I have faithfully shared with you. Here is another one of his gems. Read it and enjoy yourself.

My name is Ramu. Before I start this episode of my love life, I would like to give you some background. After a prolonged legal battle, the government had taken possession of a very large house with vast grounds. It was decided to open a secondary school in these premises. I was appointed as principal of this nascent school.

As there was not enough rooms most of the classes were held in tents. By and by a new block was built. Despite this some classes continued to be held in tents. It was then decided that another block would be built and the old building would then be razed to make way for more sports facilities. Just as the construction started, I came down with a severe attack of jaundice. I was advised complete rest.

Even after I had recovered, the doctors advised me not work full time and avoid strain of any kind. Due to lack of effective supervision the construction schedules were lagging behind. The government asked me to rejoin and to solve my problem gave me another office with an extra room and bathroom attached to it. I converted the extra room into a small bedroom to rest in, if I felt any strain. In a month's time I was fully fit but I continued to occupy my new office rooms.

One of my duties was to make fortnightly reports to the ministry on the progress of the construction. The procedure I had adopted for this purpose was to take fortnightly photographs and attach them with my report.

One afternoon when I was prowling around the construction site with my Polaroid camera I heard some strange sounds. I quietly approached the scene of these noises. I was shocked to see that a girl was lying on the floor with her legs wide apart and a boy was busy fucking her. First I took some picture of them as evidence and then walked on to the scene.

'What do you think you are doing? I said sternly. With a loud gasp they got up and started to cover their nakedness. I continued to glare at them. Both kept silent and stood with their heads bowed. The boy looked young but the was girl around 18/19 years of age. I took down their names Martin and Mansi and asked them to come to my office the next day at noon.

The boy nodded sullenly but the girl said, 'Sir I have a test at noon tomorrow'.

'Then shouldn't you be studying for your test instead of indulging in this activity?' I scolded her and added, 'All right, come to see me at 2 p.m. immediately after the lunch break'.

Next morning the first thing I did was to check the data sheet of both Martin and Mansi on my computer. Martin was a tough nut. His reports stated that he was insolent and rude. There were umpteen complaints against him from every quarter i.e. boys, girls and teachers. His tutors were sick of him. His academic record was also bad. He just managed to scrape through to the next class each year.

Mansi's record on the other hand was good. There was nothing adverse in it. She was good at her studies and had only three months left to finish school. Armed with this information I was ready for them. At least I thought that I was.

At sharp noon Martin came to my office. He stood ramrod erect in front of my desk with an insolent expression on his face. I asked him, 'Martin kal wahan kya ho raha tha? (Martin what was going on there?).

'Main Mainsi ko chod raha tha (I was fucking Mansi)' he replied.

So this was his game. He wanted to annoy me by being rude and using vulgar language. I decided to remain calm and ignored his words. 'Yeh tau mujhe bhi maloom hai. Main janana chahata hoon ki tu yeh kyoon kar raha tha (This I know but what I want to know is why you were doing it)' I asked.

'Kyonki mujhe chodna achcha lagta hai (Because I like fucking)' was his rude reply.

'Tujhe maloom hai jo tum dono kar rahe the woh kharaab kaam hai? (You know what you both were doing is bad?) I asked.

'Mansi ko chudwana achcha lagta hai aur mujhe chodna. Iss main kya kharaabi hai? (Mansi likes to be fucked and I love to fuck. What is bad about it?)' was his simple but rude reply.

'Agar yeh baat main tere pitaji ko batadoon tau kya hoga? (If I tell this thing to your father then what would happen?)' I threatened.

'Kya hoga? Kuch nahin. Mera baap mujhe roz peet ta hai ek aur pitayi hojagegi (What would happen, nothing? My father beats me every day. He will thrash me one more time)' he replied calmly with a hint of an insolent smile on his face.

I showed him one of the pictures I had taken and asked him, 'Agar main yeh tasweer school ke Board ko bhej doon tau tujhe maloom hai kya hoga? (If I forward this picture to the Board of the school then do you have any idea what would happen?)'

'Board hum dono ko school se nikal dega. Mujhe koyi farak nahin parta, mujhe tau waisse hee school achcha nahin lagta. Mansi ki badnami ho jayegi aur ho sakta hai usski poori zindigi hee kharaab ho jaye, lakin yeh usski problem hai, meri nahin (Board will expel both of us. It makes no difference to me. I don't like schooling any way. Mansi would lose her reputation and maybe her whole life would be ruined but that is her problem, and not mine)' he replied insolently.

I saw I was getting nowhere with him. He had come well prepared. He was too cock-sure. I had to do something to rattle him. I got up from my chair and paced around for a while coming up behind him. I then suddenly caught him by the neck and bent him down on the desk. He was taken by surprise and asked loudly, 'Sir, aap yeh kya kar rahe hain? (Sir, what are you doing?).

Without replying I started to unbutton his pants. He was now nervous and whined, 'Sir, aap meri pant kyon khol rahe hain? (Sir, why are you unbuttoning my pant?)'.

'Tu sab sawaalon ke jawaab janta hai. Khud hee soch le (You know the answer to every question. Think about it for yourself)' I said softly and continued to unbutton his trousers.

He was now really rattled, 'Sir, aap kya meri gaand marenge? (Sir, are you going to bugger me?)', he cried. I did not reply but pulled down his trousers exposing his ass. He was now completely broken and was crying openly. Tears were rolling down his cheeks. 'Sir, please meri gaand mat maariye. Jo aap kahainge main waissa hee karunga Sir, please (Sir, please don't bugger me. I will do whatever you say. Sir, please)'.

I said 'Promise?'

'Promise' he replied. I released him and asked him, 'Mujhe theek theek bata tum dono ke beech main kya hua? (Now you tell me correctly what all happened between you two?)'.

'Teen hafte pahele main construction site ke paas khel raha tha tab Mansi wahan aayi aur mujhe under bula ke le gayi. Wahan usne mujhe usse chodene ke liye majboor kar diya. Kal humari teesri baari thi. Sir yeh bilkul such baat hai (Three weeks back when I was playing near the construction site Mansi came and took me inside. There she seduced me into fucking her. Yesterday was our third time. Sir, this is the absolute truth)' he replied between sobs.

Yes, this had a ring of truth in it. I said, 'Now you can go but remember if I hear any complaint about you from anyone, then Martin, my boy, I will bugger you so hard that you will not be able to sit or shit for days altogether. Just bear in mind that this is not a threat but a promise, I will do it even if I lose my job'.

Martin immediately placed his hand on his heart and said, 'Sir, I solemnly promise that from this minute onwards you will not hear any complaint about me'. Then wiping his tears he left.

Dear reader I must mention here that Martin was true to his words. Thereafter I received no complaints about him from anyone. His grades improved dramatically. In the annual report his class teacher even had words of praise for him. Two months later his father came to see me and said, 'Mr. Kumar I don't know which magic spell you have cast on my son Martin. He is now a completely different boy. I am very happy. I just came to express my appreciation. Tell me what did you do to bring about this radical change?

I laughed and replied, 'No magic spell or anything so dramatic. I just had a serious heart to heart talk with him. I suppose it got through to him'. 'You won't tell me what you told him, would you?' I just laughed and escorted him out of my office.

Later that afternoon at the appointed hour, there was a soft knock on my office door and Mansi peeped in. 'Come in Mansi and sit down' I told her. When she had settled down I asked her, 'Mansi what have you to say about this sordid business'.

Without replying she hung her head. 'Mansi I have seen your data sheet. You are from a good family, your academic grades are good and you have only three more months left before your school leaving exams. Then why all this?' She still kept quiet but I pressed her for an answer.

Reluctantly she said, 'Sir you will not understand my compulsions'. 'Maybe not but I will try. Tell me what compelled you to act in this fashion' I said and got up from my chair and sat in front of her on my desk.

Mansi said, 'About a year or so back I was a virgin and was happy with life. I had no worry in the world. A boy, Raju one-year-older to me, lived in my neighborhood. We were good friends. Raju owned a very fast motorbike. His passion was to ride it as fast as he could. He had invited me several times to go for a ride with him. As I was scared, I always refused.'

'One afternoon as I had just returned from school, Raju came to my house. Raju said, 'Mansi chal aaj achcha mausum hai tujhe main apni motorcycle per ghuma laoon (Mansi come, the weather is very pleasant today, I will take you for a spin on my motorcycle)'. At first I refused but later he persuaded me. I was still wearing my school uniform i.e. skirt and blouse I told him I will change into a salwar kameez and come. Raju said, 'Nahin aisse hee chal. Iss main kya harz hai? (No come as you are. What is the harm in it)'. I agreed and got on his bike.'

'In the city his speed was okay but as he hit a deserted road just outside the town he gunned his bike. 'Mansi mujhe kass ke pakard ke rakhna (Mansi hold on to me tightly)' he shouted to me. I held him tightly round his waist. The mobike went faster and faster. The wind hit me in the face. Though I was scared, I started to enjoy the wind brushing past my face.'

'The wind went into my blouse through the sleeves and started to caress my tits. My whole body started to tingle. It was a lovely sensation. My boobs became hard and my nipples erect. To enjoy the sensation more I opened the top buttons of my blouse. To expose more of my breasts to the wind, I slightly altered my position.'

'My skirt, which was hitherto stuck between the bike and my thighs, fell loose and the wind gushed inside and hit my choot with full force. Sir, I cannot describe the sensation I felt. In no time my clit became hard and my choot wet. I was now feeling very horny. I put my hand on my boobs and gently squeezed them. The feeling became even more intense. I was now moaning with pleasure.'

'Thank god, Raju could not hear anything because of the sound of the wind whistling past our ears. Then without my realizing my hand crept under my skirt. As soon as I pressed my button of joy I came.'

'By the time Raju dropped me back home I had come countless times. 'Kyoon Mansi kaissa laga? (Mansi how did you like it?)' Raju asked me. Still a little out of breath I panted, 'Raju, mujhe bahut hee mazaa aaya (Raju, I enjoyed myself immensely)'. 'Phir kab chalegi? (When will you like to come again?)', he inquired. Not to sound too eager I told him after two days. He told me that he would come and collect me from my house and I should be ready.'

'Two days later Raju came at the agreed hour. I was ready and waiting for him. To enjoy the caress of the wind to the maximum I discarded my bra and panties. I wore a thin blouse and a loose skirt only and otherwise I was absolutely naked underneath. This day also, Raju took the same route. This time the feeling in my body was much more intense. Sir, I felt I was in heaven. I had never felt like this even the first time.'

'After that day we went for a ride together two to three times a week.

'One afternoon as we were returning, it started to rain. In order to take shelter from the rain, Raju turned into a deserted house. The front of the house was barricaded. We drove round to the rear. Spying a small shed, parked the bike there and entered the house through a half-rotten door. The house was in a bad shape. The windowpanes were broken. It was full of cobwebs. The house looked eerie and haunted.'

'Once inside the house we stood near a broken window, watchpng the rain come down. I was quite wet. My blouse was sticking to my body. The contours of my breasts and the hard erect nipples were clearly visible through the thin material of my wet blouse. I felt embarrassed and I tried to pull the cloth away from my tits. Raju saw me fidgeting and looked down. Seeing my tits he drew a loud breath. I could see the large bulge in front of his jeans get larger. Suddenly a gust of cool breeze blew across the room. I felt chilly and shivered with cold. Raju took me in his arms and pressed me against his warm body.'

I felt comfortable in his strong arms. Raju said, 'Oh Mansi'. I looked up and he bent his head and placed his lips on mine. While kissing me tenderly, his hand crept between our bodies and he gently squeezed my tits. A soft moan escaped my lips. He then unbuttoned the last button of my blouse freeing my boobs from the little protection they had. I then felt his hand on my naked tits. Squeezing them and tweaking my erect nipples. I moaned louder.'

'He then dragged me unto the floor with him. As we lay next to each other he continued to press and knead my boobs. The sensation I felt in my body was great and I was enjoying the first touch of a man on my naked tits. Raju kept murmuring softly, 'Oh Mansi, Oh Mansi'. As he sucked my nipples he raised my skirt and placed his hand on my naked choot. His touch was enough to send an electric current through my body. He rubbed his fingers between my lower lips and slowly pressed my button of joy. I said, 'Oh' and my legs opened slightly.'

'He inserted his finger into my choot. This was the very first thing that had ever entered my virgin cunt. My legs separated further. Raju finger fucked me for several minutes. I knew what we were doing was wrong. I wanted to stop him but my body wanted more. I just lay there enjoying the sensations produced by his finger. After few minutes he removed his finger. Disappointed I opened my eyes. I saw he was fidgeting with the zip of his jeans.'

'He then lay on top of me and separated my legs with his knees. I did nothing to hinder him but on the contrary I helped him. I then felt the warm head of his lund on the entrance of my choot. He crushed his lips on mine and pushed his hard cock inside me. I felt a tearing pain in my choot. My scream of pain was muffled by his lips. I was groaning with pain. Raju was moving his cock hard and fast in and out of my cunt. The pain started to subside. Raju was now fucking me with hard short strokes. By the time I came to terms with the pain, I felt spurts of his warm seed falling in my choot.'