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   RAMU AND MANSI

   By Sahebji

   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.'

   'Sir, I had read that there is no greater pleasure than one experienced
while having sex.  My first chudai (fuck) was over and I did not feel
anything other than pain.  With the limited knowledge about sex matters
stupid questions like 'Will I ever be able to enjoy sex?  Am I frigid etc.?
started to arise in my mind.'

   'Then I felt that Raju had started to move again.  His flaccid lund
started to get hard again.  At first, his strokes were long and slow.  I
still felt pain as his cock rubbed against the torn edges of my virginity.
I braced myself for another bout of pain and disappointment.  Slowly I felt
a good feeling coming over me.  I closed my eyes and a soft moan escaped
me. Raju's strokes became faster and shorter.  The good feeling became more
intense, my moans louder.  My bottoms started to move in rhythm of Raju's
stroke.  Raju went faster and faster.  My arms encircled his body pressing
him hard on my naked breasts.  I started to murmur 'Oh Raju, oh Raju'.  My
feelings were about to climax.'

   'Suddenly the dam broke and my choot juices started to flow like a
mountain stream running downhill.  I shouted loudly, 'OOOOHHHHhh
RAJUUUUUUUuuuu' and lay still.  At this very moment with a loud 'AAAHHHhh'
Raju also shot his load inside me and collapsed on me.  Raju's cock started
to go limp and slipped out of my slippery choot.  We lay like this for a
long time.  Then with a start Raju got up and stowing away his cock in his
jeans and pulled down my skirt over my naked cunt.  He took my hand and
helped me to my feet.'

   'The rain had stopped.  We went to his bike and rode home in complete
silence.  Raju dropped me in front of house and left without even saying
goodbye.

   That night as I lay in bed thinking over the events of the afternoon I
felt angry with Raju for having popped my cherry.  Then I realized that it
was not entirely Raju's fault.  I could have stopped him if I had wanted
but I did not want him to stop.  I wanted him to fuck me.  I was just as
much to blame as Raju.

   I broke into a cold sweat thinking 'Oh my god what would happen if I got
pregnant?' There was nothing I could do about it now.  It was too late. 
Only thing left was to pray.  Then with a prayer on my lips I fell asleep.
Three days later my prayers were answered and the ugly red stream started
to flow from my choot.'

   A fortnight went by but Raju did not come back.  My anger for Raju gave
way to a feeling of love and tenderness.  I felt the need of experiencing
the fantastic sensations I had had once again.  One day I saw Raju on the
roadside.  Despite the fact he saw me he turned the other way.  I hailed
him.  He had no choice but to come to me.

   Our conversation was painful.  To all my questions his replies were in
monosyllables and he studiously kept avoiding eye contact.  When I came
home I thought poor Raju is feeling so guilty at what had happened that he
is trying to avoid me.  If he remained in this frame of mind he will never
fuck me again.  I however, wanted to feel his hardness between my legs very
badly.  So I decided to take the bull by the horns.

   Few days later I dressed exactly like that fateful day and went looking
for Raju.  I found him in front of his house cleaning his motorbike.  I
went up to him and said 'Raju tu mujhe phir kab apni motorbike per ghumaane
lejayega (Raju when are you going to take me for a spin on your motorbike
again?)'.

   He looked surprised and said 'Mansi tu mujhse naraaz tau nahin?  (Mansi
you not angry at me?)' 'Kya main tujhe naraaz dikhti hoon?  Kya tu aisse
hee kharda baatain banata rahega ya gardi start karega?  (Do I look angry?

   Are your going to stand here and gab all day or are you going to start
the motorbike?)', I said getting on the pillion seat.  With a happy smile
he kicked the bike and off we went.  Raju always took the same route as it
was the most deserted.  On our way back as we were about to pass the
deserted house I asked him to stop.  He stopped but I could clearly see a
feeling of guilt in his eyes.  We went in.  When we reached the spot where
I had lost my virginity I undid the buttons of blouse exposing my naked
tits.

   Then turning to Raju I said, 'Raju please mujhe aaj phir waisse hee
chodo jaisse uss din tunne mujhe choda tha (Raju please fuck me today like
you fucked me the other day)'.  At first Raju thought I was making fun of
him but when I caught hold of his lund and repeated my requested.  He took
me in his arms and kissed me hard and long.  'Mansi main kab se iss din ke
khwaab dekh raha tha (Mansi, I have been dreaming of this day since long)'.
We then lay down and Raju started to press my tits and finger my choot. 
When he was about to enter I said, 'Raju dhyaan se, mujhe bachcha na ho
jaaye (Raju please be careful.  Don't make me pregnant)'.  He just nodded
and started to fuck me.

   When he was about to come he withdrew his cock and spilled his seed on
my stomach.  That afternoon we fucked four times.  Each time before
starting again, Raju would ask me to suck his cock to remove any lingering
sperm in his lund.

   Sir, we enjoyed ourselves immensely.  After that day we went for a ride
nearly every other day.  Raju purchased condoms for protection.  Now he
could also have his full pleasure.  Raju promised to marry me if anything
went wrong.  Sir, I was very happy.  We both were in love.  Our happiness
did not last long.

   After some months of bliss, Raju drove his motorcycle into a standing
lorry at full speed.  He died on the spot.

   For two months I mourned his passing away but my choot was getting
restless.  My cunt wanted a hard lund to fuck it.  One day in a party I met
a smart young man named Amit.  He was good looking and polite.  I thought I
had found another Raju.  He also seemed to like me.

   We separated from the party and went to a secluded spot.  We smooched
and petted.  When he was about to enter me I asked him to use some
protection.  He did not have any but promised to withdraw in time.  I was
not fully convinced but as my choot was hungry for a good fuck, I agreed.

   He started to fuck me.  I was lost in the pleasurable feeling I was
experiencing after so many months.  We both were moaning with pleasure. 
Amit was fucking me with hard and fast strokes.  Then his strokes became
slow and ultimately he lay inert on me.  I was so engrossed in my own
pleasure that it was only then I realized that Amit had shot his load
inside me.  I dislodged him and scolded him for breaking his promise. 
'Agar mere bachcha hogaya tau kya hoga?  (What will happen if I get
pregnant?)' I asked him.  Do you know sir what that bastard replied?

   'Yeh tau tunne pahele sochna tha.  Agar bachcha hogaya tau yeh teri
problem hai meri nahin.  Main har baat ko saaf mana kardoonga (You should
have thought about it earlier.  If you get pregnant then it is your problem
and not mines.  I will deny everything)' was what he had to say.  I was
lucky again and did not get pregnant.

   It was then that I decided not to go out with boys.  But my choot would
give me no rest.  One day I saw a young boy playing near the construction
site.  I thought that he is young and can not make babies.  I lured him
inside the construction site and seduced him.  When after few days I asked
him again, he refused to come, as he was scared.  Same thing happened with
two other boys also.

   Then I met Martin.  Martin was completely different.  He was bold and
confident.  He enjoyed fucking.  He used to pester me nearly everyday to
come to the construction site but I agreed only when I felt his need. 
Yesterday when you discovered us it was our third time together.  Sir this
is my story.  I hope you will now understand that when you discover us
yesterday, I was fucking Martin under the compulsion was satisfying my cock
hungry choot'.

   Friends while Mansi was relating her story I was watching her.  She was
very pretty.  She had a nice figure and large firm boobs.  I got a
tremendous hard on hearing her narrate her story in this graphic manner. 
With a big bulge in my trousers I said, 'I am not sure whether I appreciate
your compulsions but one thing I am certain of is that I don't accept them.
Mansi you have to stop seducing young boys of my school immediately'.

   She did not reply but just looked at me with pleading eyes.  I said,
'Okay I tell you what.  I am not interested in ruining you specially when
only three months are left for your finals.  If you give me your word of
honour to stop this business immediately then I will not take this matter
any further.  What do you say?'

   'Sir, main kaisse yeh vaada kar sakti hoon.  Meri choot ka kya hoga? 
Main beghair chudai ke mar jaaoongi (Sir, how can I give you this promise.
What will happen to my cunt?  I will die without a cock to appease my
choot)'.

   'In that case I will have no other choice but to put the whole matter
before the school board.  They will have to decide.  You can well imagine
what their decision will be' I told her.

   'Sir I have another suggestion.  Why don't you fuck me?' she said.

   'Have you taken leave of your senses?  I am your principal and you are
my student.  This can never be.  Do you understand?' I said sternly.

   'Yes I understand what you are saying but I am also seeing what your
lund wants' she said and quickly grabbed my hard on and freed it from its
confines.  Before I could react she took my lund in her mouth and started
to suck it.

   'Mansi stop it.  This is not right.  I say Mansi stop immediately' I
said and tried to free myself but she held my cock tightly and continued to
suck.  Well friends I may have been her school principal but I am also a
human being.  I started to enjoy what she was doing and I moaned loudly. 
'Oh Mansi your mouth feels so nice.  Don't stop.  Yes, suck harder.  That
is the way.  Harder Mansi harder'.  I caught her head and helped move it up
and down on my cock.  'Y...hes Mansi just a little more.  Oh, oh I am about
to cum my god it is coming.  Mansi I am commmminnnggg' I screamed softly
and released my load in Mansi's mouth.  Mansi kept sucking till she had
swallowed the last drop of my-cum.

   'Now tell me sir if I promise to leave the young boys alone then will
you fuck me regularly?'

   'Dear Mansi after all this how can I say no?  I told her.  She got up
with a big grin of victory and started to undress.

   'Stop, what are you doing?  I asked her.  'Aapse paheli baar chudwane ke
liye main apne kapdre uttar rahi hoon.  Nangi hokar chudwane main mujhe
sabse jaida mazaa aata hai (I am taking my clothes off for my first fuck by
you.  I enjoy fucking most when I am naked)' she replied.

   'No not now.  I have a meeting in fifteen minutes.  Come tomorrow about
this time then we can enjoy ourselves undisturbed' I told her.  With a
happy smile on her face she left promising to come the next day.

   Next day Mansi arrived punctually.  I told her to wait in the small room
attached to my office.  After finishing the work in hand I joined her.  She
was lying absolutely naked on the bed.  She welcomed me with open arms.  I
undressed and joined her in bed.  I kissed her while she fondled my cock.

   After sucking her nipples I moved towards her hairy gate of heaven.  I
licked and sucked her clit.  'Oh sir bahut mazaa aa raha hai.  Rukna mat.
Raju ne meri choot kabhie nahin chaati.  Oh sir mera ras nikal rahhhaaaa
haaaaaiiiiii (Sir this is lovely.  Please don't stop.  Raju never licked my
cunt.  My god I am commminnng)'.  I kept sucking her till she had come
three more times.  As I paused to catch my breath she said, 'Sir mujhe
theek terah se chodo.  Main ek mard se chudne ke liye bahut betaab hoon
(Sir fuck me properly.  I am dying to be fucked by a real man)'.

   I moved on top of her and pushed my cock into her very wet choot.  'Sir
kuch pahen lo.  Mujhe maa mat bana dena (Sir use some protection.  Don't
make me pregnant)'.

   'Don't worry I won't make you pregnant' I told her and started to fuck
her.  I fucked her with long slow strokes, varying the length and speed
constantly.  She held me tightly.  'Bahut mazaa aa raha hai.  Sir aap tau
chudai karne main mahir ho (It is lovely.  Sir you really know how to use
your cock)' she said panting and moving her hips in rhythm of my in and out
strokes.

   Soon her body stiffened and with a loud 'I AMMM COMMMMING' she came and
fell back on the bed.  At that very moment I also came.  As soon as Mansi
felt the first spurt of warm seed falling in her fuck tube she tried to
dislodge me but I held her tightly till I had finished coming.  I then
rolled off her.

   'Yeh aapne kya kiya?  Apna beej meri choot main daal diya (What have you
done?  Left your seed in my cunt)'.  I said nothing and started to finger
her cunt.  She did some quick mental calculations.  'This time I will
definitely get pregnant.  It is the most vulnerable time of the month' she
lamented and started to cry.

   Suddenly she caught my hand fingering her and said, 'What do you think
you are doing?'

   'Preparing to fuck you again' I said innocently.

   'Preparing to fuck you again', she mimicked 'That is what you think. 
You men are all alike, selfish to the core.  I trusted you sir but you also
turned out to be like Amit.  I was better off with young boys.  They were
artless and had a smaller prick but were at least safe' she shouted and
started to cry even louder.

   'Listen Mansi...' I started to say.

   She interrupted me saying, 'What is there to listen now?  You have
ruined my life'.

   'STOP IT MANSI' I said loudly.  My stern tone shocked her into silence.
I then told her, 'Mansi stop crying.  You won't get pregnant.  I can't make
babies'.

   'You are saying this only to calm me and because you want to fuck me
again' she said and started to bawl even louder.  I quickly got up and
brought my briefcase from my office and gave her the doctor's certificate.
She studied it minutely.

   Then with a big smile she said, 'Why did you not say this in the first
place?'

   'I just wanted to test you' I told her.

   Puzzled she asked, 'Test me?'

   'I wanted to convince myself that what you said was really correct and
you were not the type of girl who takes pride in seducing young boys and
depriving them of their virginity' I told her.

   'Are you now convinced?' she asked.

   I nodded.  'Aao ab aap mujhe ek baar aur chodo (Come now fuck me once
again)' she said with a big grin and pulled me by my cock on top of her. 
There after we fucked every other day till her exams were over.  During
these days we fucked, sixty-nined and I also introduced her to anal sex,
which she also enjoyed immensely.

   Three months after she had left the school she came to see me.  She
looked very happy.  She gave me an invitation card and said, 'Sir I have
come to invite you to my wedding.  I am getting married in six weeks time.
Please do come to my wedding'.

   After congratulating her I told her that I would try my best but can't
promise.  If official work does not interfere then I would definitely come.
As she was leaving she said, 'Sir please do fuck me one more time'.  I
laughed and told her that she had only six more weeks to wait then she can
fuck when she wants and as much as she wants.

   'I knew this is what you will say' she said sadly and reminding me again
to come to her wedding left.  Well friends, I did make it to her wedding.
Mansi was looking stunningly beautiful in her wedding make up and dress.

   After wishing the couple all the best I came away.  I had lost another
lovely fuck partner to the institution of marriage.

   The end

   Dear friends did you enjoy reading this episode from Ramu's love life?
Do send your comments to me at sahebji at yahoo.com .I will pass them on to
Ramu.  I am sure he will like to know how you guys feel.  I am waiting. 
Till then.  Bye for now but not forever.  Sahebji
   SAY NO TO CASUAL SEX.  DON'T SPREAD AIDS.  HELP FIGHT IT.