Before I start the next part I would like to repeat the last few lines of part 2.
'Have any of the three men fucked you in the ass hole?' I asked.
'All three of them,' she giggled, 'my husband fucked me in my ass hole during my period. Murad bhai loves fucking my asshole because my sister does not allow him to fuck hers and you know about pathans. They are partial to assholes by birth.'
'Yes but of young boys not girls,' I laughed. 'Khan Sahib loves fucking an ass hole. He does not care whether it belongs to a boy or a girl.' she laughed, 'maybe this is the reason they have no children.'
'You mean Khan sahiba is still a virgin?' I asked.
'Of course not, I was joking. The truth is that Khan Sahib prefers to fuck his wife in her asshole rather than her cunt,' she replied, 'enough now fuck me.'
'Ab main teri gaand maaroonga (I will but in your ass hole),' I said.
Now for part 3:
Sunday, 21st May (continued):
'Theek hai lakin apna laurda dheere se meri gaand main gusserdna kyon ki woh bahut mota hai (All right but insert your cock gently in my asshole because it is very thick.'
'Of course,' I said.
She got into gaand fuck position. I applied vaseline on her asshole. Then placing my cock on her back door I lunged forward.
'AAAAYYYYYYYIIIIIEEEEEEEE,' she screamed as my cock was buried to the hilt inside her butt.
'SAHEBJI, I SAID GENTLY,' she groaned.
'Why gently? Your gaand is very experienced,' I laughed and commenced to fuck her.
After five minutes or so she screamed, 'SAHEBJI, FUCK ME FASTER AND HARDER. Y...HESSS RUB MY CHOOT. OH OHHH Y...HESSSSSSSSSS,' and came. Few strokes later I spurted my seed in her asshole.
I lit a cigarette and she lay playing with my tool. Suddenly she looked at her watch. 'Oh my God! It is nearly six. I must go. The girls will be back soon,' she exclaimed.
When she was leaving kissing me said, 'Doctor, you have a formidable thermometer. My fever is gone.'
'Ma'am, whenever you feel feverish again just drop in. My thermometer is at your disposal,' I replied in the same vein.
Sunday, 21st May (EXCERPTS FROM SHAZIA'S DAIRY):
Dear dairy,
When we entered our room on return from Pashupatinath Temple khala was sitting in front of the dressing table combing her hair and humming a tune. Nusrat and I looked at each other and smiled.
'Khala, how are you now?' Saira inquired.
'I'm feeling fine. I have slept all day and just finished having a shower. How was your trip?' she said. Saira went into a long explanation.
While Saira was describing our trip, I whispered to Nusrat, 'Lagta hai Sahebji ne khala ko dono taraf se bahut choda (It seems Sahebji has fucked several times from both sides).'
'Tera matlab hai Sahebji ne khala gaand bhi maari hai? (You mean to say that Sahebji has fucked her also in her asshole?' Nusrat asked.
'Sahebji fucks not only us but everyone in their asshole,' I said.
'What are you two whispering about?' Khala asked.
'We were just saying how rested and relaxed you look,' I said.
'Yes, my dear. I really required this rest. It is like it has rejuvenated me,' khala smiled.
While eating dinner, I asked, winking at Nusrat,' Khala, may I have a glass of wine?'
'Of course, what about you two? Shazia, order one glass for me also,' she replied still lost in her own world. I looked meaningfully at Nusrat. When we were half way through our meal Sahebji dropped in.
'Sahebji, take a chair and have dinner with us,' khala said.
'No thank you I'm in a hurry. I stopped by only to confirm tomorrow's program. Is it still on?' Sahebji said.
'Of course, we are looking forward to it.' khala replied.
'Okay. We'll leave around ten. Please be ready,' he said and waving good night went off.
When we were in bed I asked Nusrat, 'What do you say? Has she been fucked silly or not?'
'I think so otherwise she would not have never permitted us to drink two glasses of wine,' Nusrat giggled.
'Three down one more to go,' I giggled.
'One more? You mean Saira? She will never surrender her virginity to Sahebji. I have heard her say on many occasions that her cherry is the property of her husband to be and she'll save it for him,' Nusrat whispered back.
'One doesn't know what will happen. Just think, first I ask a person I'd just met to fuck me. Then you let him deflower you and now he has fucked khala also. I say there is something in the air here,' I whispered.
'Strange isn't it?' Nusrat said, 'but I don't think Saira will let Sahebji pop her cherry.'
'We'll see,' I said and decided to keep an eye on Saira.
Monday, 22nd May:
Shazia and Nusrat came to my suite in the morning. After I fucked them once each Sahzia said, 'Sahebji, did you fuck khala yesterday?'
'Did you like her choot?' Nusrat giggled.
I did not like to kiss and tell. Therefore I said, 'Kissne kaha ki maine khala ko choda hai (Who said that I have fucked khala?)'
'No one it is our guess,' Shazia said hesitatingly.
'Didn't khala stay back to get her cunt plugged by your big cock?' Nusrat asked.
'Let me ask you something. If Khala, Saira or for that matter a stranger asks me if I had fucked you two then I should tell them?' I said.
'Of course not,' Shazia shot back.
'No definitely not. Khala would kill us,' Nusrat exclaimed.
'Then let us worry our own choot not others,' I said, 'who is next?'
After I fucked them once each they left.
We all met at breakfast. The hotel had packed a lunch hamper for us. I had rented a car. We loaded the lunch hamper in the car and drove off. We were all in a good mood especially the girls. They told jokes and anecdotes. Laughing and singing we reached our destination in about ninety minutes. When we arrived there were two cars already parked there.
'Ladies, we are here,' I said.
'Where is the grand view you promised?' Shazia asked.
'Yeah, I can't see any mountains,' Nusrat giggled.
'You have to climb to top of this hill to see the view,' I explained.
'How mean? You didn't tell us that we'll have to climb a mountain,' Saira said.
'You have heard the saying, "no gain without pain" and it is a hill not a mountain. I assure you when you reach the top then you'll be rewarded by the most fantastic view,' I said.
'How long we'll have to climb?' Shazia asked.
'I guess about one hour and thirty minutes,' I said.
'Come on girls let us start,' khala said.
'What about our lunch basket?' Nusrat asked.
'If one of you helps me carry the basket then we can picnic on the top otherwise we eat when we come down,' I said.
'We'll eat on the top,' they decided.
'Okay, we'll carry it together. You hold one end by turns and I'll hold the other,' I said.
When we were half way up Saira twisted her ankle. With the help of Nusrat she hobbled to a shady spot under a tree and sat down. 'I can't walk any more,' she wailed with tears in her eyes.
'You three go and I'll stay behind and keep poor Saira company,' khala said.
'Khala, if you permit I'll stay with Saira. I have seen the view before and you haven't. It is really worth seeing,' I said.
Khala started to protest but Shazia cut her short, saying, 'Sahebji is right. Let him stay with Saira. You yourself said that he won't eat her. Saira is a big girl. She can take care of herself.' Saira blushed.
'I didn't mean it that way,' khala protested.
'Nor did I,' Shazia said 'We'll leave the lunch basket here and eat lunch when we come back.'
'Don't you dare eat our share of the lunch,' Nusrat laughed.
'Is it hurting a lot?' I asked when they had left.
'Yes, Sahebji, I can hardly bear it. Look it has started to swell,' Saira replied.
'Oh that reminds me,' I said and on searching my pockets found the bottle of Arnica 30, a homeopathic medicine.
'Here eat these,' I said measuring counting out six pills.
'What is this?' Saira asked.
'They are magic pills. They will mitigate the pain and your ankle won't swell,' I said.
'How do I take them? With Water?' Saira asked.
'No, just put then in your mouth and they will melt on their own,' I said.
'Oh they are sweet,' Saira said.
After ten minutes I asked, 'How is the pain?'
'It is better,' she conceded.
'I told you. They are magic pills. I always carry them with me on holidays,' I said.
'Thank you, Sahebji, thank you. I already had visions of spending the rest of the holidays in bed,' she said extending her hand.
I took her hand in mine and said, 'In our family there is a traditional way to thank a friend.'
'What is your family's traditional way to thank a friend?' she asked innocently. I bent forward and kissed her tenderly on her lips.
'Why did you kiss me?' she asked without moving away.
'I didn't kiss you. I only showed you our family's way to thank a friend,' I smiled. '
'You are a bad man,' she laughed.
Encouraged by the fact that did not create a scene I gathered her in my arms and kissed her again. At first she struggled a little but then she melted in my arms and kissed me back. When the kiss broke, she panted, 'Why did you kiss me now?'
'You won't be angry if I tell you,' I said. She shook her head.