Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Consensual, Group Sex, First, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, .
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - To beat the heat of the plains I took a holiday to Khatmandu. On reaching Khatmandu I realized that there was love in the air.
Monday, 15th July (Present):
It was the monsoon season but we had had no rain. Since a week the weatherman, in his daily forecast in newspapers, has been promising rain. Even the weather forecast for today read "Wide spread thunder showers". The summer had been long and very hot. Even the air conditioners could not cope with the heat.
In the afternoon, I was in my office working, sweating and cursing the heat. Then suddenly black clouds appeared from nowhere. It became dark and with a loud clap of thunder the skies opened up. It had started to rain heavily. I heaved a sigh of relief. I went to the window and looked out. Thank God, for once the weatherman was right.
I saw that those lucky ones, who had put their faith in the weatherman, opened their umbrellas and went about their business but the non-believers, like me, scurried for cover. The street urchins were having a gala time, dancing and laughing in the rain.
I opened the window to let the cool breeze in. The work could wait. It was time to take a break. I made a cup of coffee and carried it to my desk. Then lighting a cigarette, I slowly sipped the brew. As I drank the coffee I poked around in the drawers of my desk. I spotted a dairy with a very colorful jacket. Whose diary could it be? I opened it. The first page read:
Thank you for making our holiday in Nepal a memorable one.
I am leaving this dairy with you to remind you of your promise to write about all that happened in Kathmandu.
With hugs and tons of kisses xxxxxxxxx,
She was right. I had promised to write about it. When I returned from Kathmandu so much work had piled up that I decided to write the story later. Later it had completely slipped my mind.
I flicked through the pages of the diary and the memories of the wonderful holiday flooded my mind...
Thursday, 10th May, (several years ago):
It was very hot. It was only the beginning of May. The day temperatures were around forty-five degrees Celsius. The schools had closed a fortnight earlier for the summer vacations because of the heat.
My wife had taken the children to spend their vacations with her parents. I was alone. There was no relief from the heat. I looked at the weather forecast, 44.6 degrees, promising another scorcher. It was 11 a.m. and I was still in the cool comfort of my bedroom. The telephone rang. It was my wife.
'Saheb, are you all right?' she asked.
'Yes, why?' I replied.
'I rang up the office. You were not there. What are you doing at home at this hour?' she asked.
'It is very hot outside. I don't have the strength to go out, ' I replied.
'You poor dear, I feel sorry for you. I know that you don't tolerate the heat well, ' she said.
'Don't worry, I'll survive. This heat can't last long, ' I replied.
'I would have suggested that you join us but it is miserably hot here also, ' she said, 'I have an idea. Why don't you go to Khatmandu? You have been working very hard recently. You can relax and also escape the heat.'
'Why Khatmandu?' I said.
'Remember Mr. Rana? He was so happy with your work that he had invited you to Nepal. The weather in Kathmandu will suit you, ' she said.
She was right. I had worked on the interiors of Mr. Rana's hotel "The Himalayan Retreat", a five star hotel. In appreciation of my work he had invited my family and me for a holiday to Kathmandu.
'Yes, I remember but that was several years ago. He must have forgotten his invitation by now, ' I replied.
'No harm in trying is there?' she chuckled.
'Okay but a holiday without you is no fun, ' I said.
'Don't worry, you will find someone to keep you company, you always do, ' she giggled, 'Here talk to the children. They are missing you a lot.'
'And what about you?' I asked.
'Me too, specially your... ' she giggled
I had been to Nepal on several occasions but always for business only, never on a holiday. I decided to go and sent a fax to Mr. Rana. It read:
"Attention Mr. Sher Singh Rana, Managing Director.
Sir, I am thinking of coming to Kathmandu for a holiday this month and would like to pay my respects to you. Hope you'll be in town?
Within an hour I received a reply.
"Attention Saheb Sahebji.
Sahebji, welcome to Kathmandu. I have not forgotten my promise. You will be my guest at 'The Himalayan Retreat'. I will arrange transportation, sightseeing etc.
Send me your arrival details as early as possible.
Sher Singh Rana
P.S. It will be a pleasure to meet you again. I am in town for the whole month of May.
On receipt of the reply I purchased my air ticket and shot back a reply giving my itinerary.
Wednesday, 17th May:
On arrival in Kathmandu, a car was waiting for me to take me to the hotel.
"The Himalayan Retreat"was situated outside the city of Kathmandu. It was built on a twenty-acre plot. The main building, a ten-story structure, was situated in the west and the rest of the plot was covered with exotic fauna and flora with pathways running through it. A paradise for nature lovers and exercise freaks.
As I got out of the car a short plump gentleman, who was waiting in the doorway, approached me.
'Sir, welcome to Kathmandu, ' he said, 'my name is Mahendra Thapa. I am the General Manager of "The Himalayan Retreat". Mr. Rana is waiting for you. Please follow me.'
Mr. Thapa led me to the office of Mr. Rana. Mr. Rana's office was very large. On one side was his desk and on the other side a comfortable sofa set. The floor was covered with a plush blood red persian carpet and beautiful paintings adorned the walls.
Mr. Rana got up to greet me. 'Welcome to "The Himalayan Retreat", ' he said, 'Sahebji, how are you? Where is your family?'
'They couldn't come, ' I replied.
'Come Sahebji, sit down. What would you like to have? Tea, coffee or a glass of beer, ' he said as we sat down.
'A cup of coffee would be fine, ' I replied.
'Thapa, order three coffees and some biscuits, ' Mr. Rana said.
We talked for about half an hour. 'You are a very busy man I shouldn't take more of your time, ' I said getting up.
'Not at all, it was a pleasure to see you again. If you have a problem ask Thapa and if can't solve it then come to me, ' Mr. Rana said smiling, 'Thapa, show Sahebji his accommodation. I hope you'll like it.'
Mr. Thapa led me the Himalayan Suite on the tenth floor. 'Mr. Rana has reserved the Himalayan Suite for you and your family, ' Mr. Thapa said.
'Thank you, but as my family couldn't come, an ordinary single room would do, ' I said.
'Sorry sir, this is the only accommodation available at the moment. I'll tell the bell boy to bring your luggage. Sir, if you want to go to the city then there is free transport available for the guests of the hotel. The bus leaves every thirty minutes from 6 a.m. to 10 p.m. The last bus for the hotel leaves town at 10.30 p. m, ' Mr. Thapa said, leaving me the lap of luxury.
The suite consisted of three large rooms, a large sitting room cum dining room in the center flanked by two large bedrooms with attached bathrooms. All the rooms were luxuriously furnished.
After freshening up I went down to the lobby to purchase cigarettes. I was looking around for a stall selling cigarettes when I bumped into someone. 'Sorry, ' I said mechanically.
Turning around I saw a young girl sprawled on the floor with four or five packages scattered around her. 'I am very sorry, miss, ' I said, trying to help her on her feet.
'Don't touch me, ' she said, seething with anger, 'Are you blind? Can't you see where you are going?'
'I am very sorry. I did not run into you purposely, ' I said, picking up her parcels.
'Sorry is a magic word. First, you commit a mistake then you say the magic word "sorry" and expect everything is forgiven, ' she said sarcastically getting to her feet, 'who will pay for the breakage. There is expensive crystal in the packages.'
'Don't worry, just tell me the amount and I'll pay, ' I said handing her the packages.
'Don't worry I'll pay, ' she mimicked, 'Everyone says so but when the time comes to pay they start making excuses.'
'Miss, I am also staying in the hotel. My name is Sahebji, ' I said, 'Just inform the reception or me of the amount to be paid.'
'WHAT DID YOU SAY?' she said loudly.
'No need to create a scene, ' I said, 'I have already agreed to pay for anything that is damaged.'
'Sorry, I didn't mean to shout, ' she said, 'what did you say earlier?'
'I said that I am staying... ' I started to say when she interrupted me.
'No, no what did you say your name was, ' she asked excitedly.
'Oh my name, it is Sahebji, why?' I said.
'Is it Saheb Sahebji?' she asked, holding her breath.
'Yes, Saheb is my first name, ' I replied.
'Hai Allah! (Oh my God!), ' she said, dropping the parcels all over again.
'Let me help you, miss, ' I said.
'Don't bother. Listen, I am very sorry for being so rude to you before. It was my fault. Because of the packages I was not able to see where I was going, ' she said.
'That is all right. No harm done. Let me help you, ' I said.
'Let them lie. I am a great fan of your. Your stories are so sexy and exciting, ' she said, 'If you have the time then I'd like to talk to you for ten minutes. Please, don't say disappoint me, ' she begged.
'Of course, let us go to the coffee shop, ' I suggested.
'You go ahead. I'll put these packets in my room and join you, ' she said.
I went into the coffee shop and took a table facing the entrance. To my surprise she came in after two minutes and stood at the entrance trying to locate me. I raised my hand to show where I was. Spotting my hand she smiled and walked towards me.
She was in her late teen. She was not a beauty but had regular features. She was from a well to do family because the smart beige salwar kameez (a ladies dress from the Punjab) looked very expensive. She was tall and slim. The only drawback I could see was the size of her boobs. They were too small for her body.
'May I sit down?' she asked smiling. She had a nice smile too.
'Sure, that was a quick trip to your room, ' I said getting up.
'I was too excited to go up to my room. So I dumped the packages on the reception counter and came, ' she said.
'What did you want to talk to me about?' I asked.
'Sir, I don't know where to begin. I am so excited. Imagine meeting you here. I am a great fan of yours. When I tell my friends back home that I met the great Saheb Sahebji in Kathmandu then they'd just flip over... My favorite story is Razia, the horny divorcee... Shabnam's character is sooo hot... Many times I dream that you are defl... , ' she stopped and blushing sweetly... moved to another story.'
She went on talking excitedly for ten minutes or so. When she stopped to take a deep breath, I said, 'Your coffee is getting cold.'
'What! Oh yes coffee, ' she murmured taking a sip.
Then she started on another monologue. I heard her out patiently. 'Sir, may I ask you a question? I hope you won't mind, ' she said.
'Sure, but don't call me "sir". Address me by my name "Saheb" or "Sahebji", ' I replied.
'Thank you, Sahebji. Why don't you write more stories?' she asked.
'What is your name?' I asked.
'Sorry, how rude of me, my name is Shazia, ' she replied.
'Shazia, writing is my hobby not my profession. I am a commercial artist. I write only when I have spare time, ' I replied, 'enough talk about me. Tell me something about yourself.'
'My name is Shazia. I am 19 and a big fan of yours. I am here on a holiday, ' she said rattling off the essential data about herself.
'You are very young to be traveling alone in a foreign country, ' I replied, 'I am surprised that your parents let such a pretty girl like you to travel alone.'
She blushed and said, 'I am not alone. We are four of us, my khala (aunt, mother's sister), Nusrat, my cousin and her friend, Saira.'
'Your parents let you travel without a male escort, ' I asked teasingly with a twinkle in my eyes.
'They didn't want to but had no choice, ' she giggled.
'Sounds interesting, tell me, ' I said.
'I won a trip for a family of four in a competition. Nusrat, Saira and I wanted to come but our parents said no. Our parents were too busy accompany us. My elder brother was in abroad and Salim, Nusrat's elder brother had exams, ' she said.
'Then what happened?' I asked.
'We told our problem to khala, who lived nearby. She fought with ammi and abba. After a long discussion it was decided we could go provided khala accompanied us. We persuaded khala to come and we are here, ' she said.
'This accounts for three of you. What about Saira?' I asked.
'When Saira's parents heard that khala was accompanying us then they also allowed her to join us, ' she said.
We talked for some more time and at 1 p.m. I excused myself as I planned to go into town.
'I'll see you later. I am on the tenth floor in the Himalayan Suite, ' I said bidding good bye. '
'WOW! You are able to afford the best suite in the hotel. I didn't know that commercial art paid so well, ' she said.
'It doesn't. I am a guest of the management, ' I chuckled, waving goodbye.
Wednesday, 17TH MAY (EXCERPTS FROM SHAZIA'S DIARY):
Note: I have reproduced only those portions of Shazia's diary, which are relevant to "what happened" in Khatmandu. Shazia had written a lot more, describing the places they visited and about the beauty of the Himalayan State. Saheb Sahebji
I am so excited. I couldn't wait till night. I had to tell someone.
Can you guess whom I met today? You'll never be able to guess... I'll give a hint. He writes stories... Yes, it was HIM, my favorite author, Saheb Sahebji. When I tell Abida and others that I met Sahebji in Kathmandu then they will die with envy.
Imagine meeting Mr. Saheb Sahebji here in Kathmandu. He is sooo handsome. He is tall slim and well built. I was so excited that my bur (cunt) started leaking. We talked for hours...
Shut up. Must you bring that up? Sorry for scolding you, darling. Thanks for reminding me. I hadn't thought of it. You are right; if a man, who writes such hot and sexy stories then he must be an expert lover?
Oh how I wish he would try to seduce me. You think he'll try. What if he doesn't try? Then I'll go to his room, no his suite, and say, "Saheb darling, fuck me."
Yes, he told me to call him by his name.
Enough for now, I have some serious thinking to do. Bye, dear Dairy. I'll see you at bed time.
Wednesday, 17th MAY:
I went to town and strolled around returning to the hotel at about 10 p.m. and went to the dining room for dinner. As the waiter served the soup I noticed Shazia and her party leaving.
We waved to each other. I was a bit puzzled. I remembered distinctly that she had said her khala, her cousin and her friend but I saw four pretty ladies leave. I mulled over it for a few minutes then shrugged and forgot the whole thing.
Wednesday, 17th MAY (EXCERPTS FROM SHAZIA'S DIARY):
It was very funny. When Sahebji waved back to me all three asked me, 'Shazia, who was that handsome man?'
'Oh, just a man I met in the morning, ' I said.
I was not going to tell them who he was or his name. What do you take me for, an idiot?
I've decided on plan "B". What is plan "B"? No, I'll not going to tell you now but later if it works. Good night, darling, sweet dreams.
Thursday, 18th MAY:
Trrriiinnng, the doorbell rang. I looked at my watch. God, it was six in the morning. 'Go away, ' I murmured and turned over and went to sleep.
Trriinnng trinnnng the bell rang again. Who can that be at this unearthly hour? Maybe it is a man from the room service and he has brought bed tea for me... but I didn't order it... maybe Mr. Thapa did.
Reluctantly I got up and as I was walking towards the door the bell rang again. This time more persistently. 'I am coming, have patience I am coming, ' I murmured tying the knot of my dressing gown.
When I opened the door I was shocked to see Shazia, in her jogging suit, standing with a big smile plastered on her face. 'Good morning, ' she said cheerfully.
'Good morning to you, ' I replied yawning, 'what the hell are you doing here at this hour of the morning?'
'May I come in or you want me to announce to everyone the purpose of my visit, ' she said brightly.
'Sorry, Shazia, please come in. Now tell me, ' I said letting her in and closing the door behind her.
'My name is Shabnam, ' she said, falling in my arms. I was wide awake now.
'You are a cruel man. I went away for few days and you have all ready forgotten me. Who is this Shazia? she said.
'A naughty girl on a holiday here, ' I chuckled.
'If I had been Shabnam then you would have taken me in your arms and kissed me tenderly, ' she said pouting her lips.
'You mean like this?' I said, taking her in my arms and kissing her, tenderly at first then passionately.
'Oh Sahebji, ' she panted, clinging to me, 'treat me like you treated Shabnam. Take me to your bed and make wild love to me.'
'Shazia, my dear, to treat you like Shabnam I'll have to fuck your mother first, ' I said, getting into the spirit of her game.
'Fuck her too if you want to... oh... oh... there is a problem. She is not in Kathmandu. Your cock is big but not long enough to reach my home, ' she giggled taking my erect cock in her hand and added, ' I know what you can do. You can fuck my khala, her younger sister, instead. She is here and available. This is best offer I can think off right now.'
'We'll see, ' I laughed, carrying her to the bedroom. We lay down on my bed kissing each other. While kissing I undressed her. I was surprised that she was not wearing anything underneath the tracksuit. She was suitably undressed for the occasion.
I kissed her and ran my finger between her between cunt lips. I then transferred my attention to her beautiful milky boobs but kept running my fingers between her cunt lips. I kissed them and sucked the nipples.
'Oh Sahebji, ' she moaned as I worked my way down to her clean shaven choot (cunt), stopping on the way to stick my tongue in her navel and rotate it. She was moaning loudly.
I reached her cunt and separating her lower lips started to run my tongue up and down between them paying special attention to her swollen clit. Her moans became louder. I continued. Soon she raised her bottom pressing her choot (cunt) to my lips.
'OH SAHEBJI, PLEASE STOP. I AM ABOUT TO CUM, ' she yelled. Instead of stopping I took her swollen clit in between my lips and pressed it.
'HAI ALLAH, MERI CHOOT JHARD GAYI (OH GOD, I HAVE CUM), ' she shouted and fell back on the bed filling my mouth with the flow of her love juices.
'Oh Sahebji, ab mujhe chodo (Oh Sahebji, fuck me now), ' she said gasping for breath.
I pulled myself on top of her and kissed her while moving my lund (cock) with my hand between her now very wet cunt lips. I kept kissing her and rubbing my cock on her cunt and pressing her clit with it. Suddenly she grabbed my head and pulled my lips to hers and bucked her bottoms from under.
I placed my cock on the entrance of her fuck hole and pressed it into her choot slowly, waiting for her virginal sentinel to stop my progress. To my surprise there was no hymen to deal with and whole of my cock slid inside her wet fuck tube.
'She is not a virgin, ' I thought.
I started to move my cock in and out of her choot in long slow strokes. I kept varying the length and speed of my strokes. Shazia lay under me with her eyes closed moaning with pleasure. I continued the fuck movement.
Suddenly Shazia pressed me to her naked body and raising her hips and with a loud, 'OH SAHEBJI, I AAMM COMMIIIIGG AGAAIIINNN, ' she came and fell back. Shazia had her second orgasm.
I kept up my in and out movement without missing a stroke. Soon she was moving her hips in rhythm of my strokes. She came again and again. I felt my sperm rising. My speed became faster and strokes shorter. Shazia's hips however continued to keep time with me. I went faster and faster, so did she.
Suddenly her body arched. 'Y... HES Y... HESS SAHEBJI FUCK ME HARDER. YESSS FASTER. DON'T STOP. I AM ABOUT TO CUM AGAIN. OHHHH OOOHHHH SAAAHEEEEBJEEEEEEEE, ' she screamed and fell back gasping for breath. Few strokes later I emptied my balls in her cum hungry choot and lay panting on her. Our lips met in a passionate kiss.
When the kiss broke she panted, 'Thank you, darling, this one was the best. I hope you enjoyed it also.'
'Yes, my dear, it was heavenly, ' I said.
I continued to lie on top of her. My cock was fast losing its hardness. I moved slowly in and out to keep it half-erect. After five minutes or so my cock was again in full erection. I started to fuck her again. This time it was even better. She came at least five times before I shot my load into her.
After we had recovered our breaths, I said, 'Your breasts are lovely.' kissing and sucking them.
'They are too small, ' she said making a face.
'Small is also pretty, ' I said, kissing her taut nipples and licked her breasts.
'Shazia, you were not a virgin, ' I said running my finger in between her cunt lips, 'who popped your cherry?'
'You, who else? How many times will you deflower me, ' she shot back, 'have you forgotten that you popped my cherry two months ago.'
'Hey! How could I deflower you two months ago when we met yesterday only, ' I said.
'By proxy, ' she giggled.
'Proxy? That's a new one on me. You'll have to explain, ' I said.
'My father and my tau (uncle, father's elder brother) live together in our large ancestral house. Salim, my 21 year old cousin, and I are very fond of reading erotic stories. One afternoon we were reading 'Razia, the horny divorcee' written by you. We got so engrossed in it that we lost control. I became aware of what happening when I felt a sharp pain between my legs. Salim had deflowered me.
'Oh Salim, what have you done?' I asked with tears in my eyes.
'I am sorry, Shazia, but I lost control, ' he said starting to withdraw.
'Wait, ' I said.
'What is it?' he asked.
'Main soch rahi hoon ki jab tune meri choot phard hee dee hai tau chudai ka mazaa bhi le kar dekh loon. Kyon kya khayal hai? (I am thinking that now that you have popped my cherry then I might as well enjoy the pleasures of fucking. What do you say?)' I giggled.
'You could get pregnant, ' Salim said.
'I don't think so. Didn't we read somewhere that a girl can't get pregnant if her period is due in a few days, ' I asked.
'Yes but... ' he said but I interrupted him.
'My period is due any day. You can fuck me safely, ' I said bucking my bottoms.
Then he fucked me. The ugly red flow started while we were fucking for the third time. Since then we fuck whenever we get the opportunity.
'This is all fine but where do I come in?' I asked.
'It is entirely your fault. If you had not written such a sexy story, then we would not have lost control and I would still be a virgin to lose my cherry to you today, ' she giggled.
'What logic, ' I laughed.
'Sahebji, fuck me again, ' she said seeing my erection.
'No my dear, now you'll suck my cock and swallow my seed, ' I said.
'Please Sahebji, I have never done it before, ' she pleaded.
'You have to start sometime, ' I said, 'Come on start.'
'Please Sahebji, don't make me, ' she begged.
'You will like it, ' I insisted.
'I don't know how to do it, ' she said.
'There is nothing to it. Just take my cock in your mouth and suck, ' I said, 'I'll guide you.'
Reluctantly she took my cock in her mouth and started to suck. 'That is right. Now move your head up and down. Imagine that your mouth is fucking my cock. Yes. Good go on, ' I said pacing my hand her head. Her head bobbed up and down on my cock. It felt damned good.
'That is the way... yesss... ouch... don't bite... careful with your teeth... go on suck harder... y... hes... still harder... mind your teeth... don't stop... go on... faster yes faster... I am about to cum... I AMMM COOMMMMIIINNNNGGGGGG, ' I shouted and started to spurt my cum in her virgin mouth.
Initially she tried to pull her back but I held her firmly. Later she took all the cum my cock to offer in her mouth and after some coaxing swallowed it. 'Bravo Shazia, you were very good, ' I said, 'did you like the taste of my seed?'
She wrinkled her nose and shook her head. 'That's all right but after a couple of times you'll love it, ' I laughed.
'Who were those ladies I saw with last night?' I asked.
'They are my companions I told you about, ' she said, 'the tall one with big boobs is, Nusrat, my cousin and Salim's younger sister. The pretty one is Saira, Nusrat's friend. The third one was my khala.'
'What! She looked very young, ' I said.
'Tell her that and she'll fall promptly in your bed, ' she giggled, 'You made a good deal, choosing her instead of my mother.'
'How is she?' I asked.
'Oh she is very horny. If she had her way she would screw the whole hotel, ' Shazia giggled.
'How do you know?' I asked.
'I know. Her regret is, "so many men, so little time", ' she laughed.
'When will you introduce me to her?' I asked.
'Day after tomorrow, it is her birthday. We'll be celebrating it in the Everest Club. Join us at seven and pay her couple of compliments and she is yours, ' she said.
'Okay, I'll be there, ' I said, 'It is time for another fuck. This time you get on top.'
She got on top of me and impaling herself on my cock started to fuck me. After moving up and down for ten minutes she said, 'Sahebji, I can't do it anymore.'
'Yes, you can, ' I said, holding her bottoms and moving the in fuck motion. After few more minutes we both exploded together.
It was getting late. We dressed. 'See you tomorrow, ' she said and left.
I saw Shazia and her party of beauties several times during the day. Except for saying hello or waving nothing transpired.
Thursday, 18th MAY (EXCERPTS FROM SHAZIA'S DIARY):
Oh my dear friend I had a lovely time this morning. I spent over two hours in his arms. What was plan "B"? Waal, nothing complicated. I just went up to his room and said, 'Sahebji, fuck me.' Simple wasn't it? I am seeing him tomorrow again.'
I'll have to do some thing about Nusrat. When I returned from his room she asked me where I had been.
'Jogging, ' I replied, 'It was so fresh and invigorating. You should also join me.'
'Jogging, my foot! I know you. You are lazy to the core. You would never go jogging early in the morning and miss out on your beauty sleep. You are up to something. Don't worry I'll find out, ' she threatened.
You know, my dear, I'll have to be very careful where she is concerned otherwise the whole of my home town would know that I am not a virgin. She is such a big gossip. I know what to do. I'll push her towards Sahebji's bed. He will definitely screw her. He loves to deflower virgins. Then we both will be in the same boat and no one would dare rat on the other.
Friday, 19th MAY:
In the morning, at six sharp, Shazia was in bed with me. We fucked a couple of times. I lit a cigarette and Shazia played with my limp cock.
After a few minutes, she asked, 'Sahebji, tell me why men like virgins?'
'I don't know about other men but I love to fuck a virgin, ' I replied.
'So I have read in your stories. What I want to know is why?' she asked.
'I'll try to explain, ' I said, 'I suppose it is the excitement of going where no man has been before.'
'Okay, I understand that but once you have broken the seal then it is the same, right?' she said.
'Not exactly, in the beginning a virgin's cunt is very tight, ' I laughed.
'I suppose for your big cock all choots must be very tight, ' she giggled.
'Talking about virgin holes, ' I said, 'Has Salim taken your ass hole cherry also?'
'No, but... , ' she said but I interrupted her.
'Tau phir main aaj teri gaand maarunga (Then I'll fuck you in your ass hole today), ' I said.
'Please Sahebji, must you?' she said.
'Of course, if you have read my stories then you must know that I always fuck all the girls in their butt, ' I said.
'I was dreading this. I knew this will happen. Please be gentle, ' she said getting into gaand (asshole) fuck position.
'Don't worry, I'll use lots of vaseline to minimize the pain, ' I said waving a tube of vaseline.
I started to grease her virgin ass hole. I applied vaseline out side and then inserted one then two fingers in her ass hole and rotated them to lubricate the internal passage of her butt tube.
'Oooo, it feels so nice, ' Shazia moaned. 'Are you ready?' I said placing my cock on her puckered hole. She nodded nervously. I applied pressure. 'oooOOAAAA, STOP SAHEBJI. IT IS HURTING ME, ' she shouted.
'Patience Shazia, I'll be soon in. Your asshole is opening, ' I said.
'AAAAAAAYYYYYYIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE, ' she screamed as her sphincter snapped open and whole length of my cock buried itself inside her backside.
'Please Sahebji, take out your cock. It is very painful, ' Shazia begged, groaning.
'Relax, my sweetheart, the worst is over. Now you'll enjoy it, ' I said.
For a minute or so I did not move. I let her ass hole get used to my cock. 'How is the pain?' I asked.
'It is better, ' she groaned.
I started the fuck motion and simultaneously rubbed her cunt. Her ass hole was very tight. After fucking her ass hole for ten minutes I said, 'Shazia, barda mazaa aa raha hai. Teri gaand bardi tung hai (Shazia, I am enjoying it very much. Your ass hole is very tight), ' I panted.
Shazia did not reply. She lay moaning softly with her eyes shut. 'Kyon mazaa aa raha hai? (Are you enjoying it?)' I asked.
'Y... hes it feels very nice. Sahebji, tum meri gaand maro aur main apni choot khud ragard loongi (Sahebji, you concentrate on fucking my ass hole and I'll rub my cunt), ' she moaned.
Soon my strokes became faster and shorter. I felt my seed rising. I moved faster. 'Y... HESS GO ON DON'T STOP OHH OHHHH I AAMMM COMMMIIINNNGGG, ' she shouted in ecstasy. At the same time I exploded in her ass hole.
'I told you that you'll enjoy it, ' I said when we were resting.
'Yes, I am surprised that I did also, ' she said blushing. I fucked her one more time in her butt before she left.
Friday, 19th MAY (EXCERPTS FROM SHAZIA'S DIARY):
I have lots of things to tell you today.
When I returned to my room after a satisfying morning in the arms of Sahebji, I saw that Saira was still fast asleep, Nusrat was brushing her hair and khala was putting finishing touches to her make up.
'Good that you back, ' she said, 'I am going down to talk to the travel agent regarding our sightseeing trip to Pashupatinath Temple.'
Khala had hardly left the room when Nusrat pounced on me. 'Where have you been?' she asked with her hands on her waist.
'Jogging, the mornings are so fresh and invigorating, ' I replied, 'you should come with me one day.'
'Oh yes, jogging. The hotel has laid a special jogging track exclusively for you on the tenth floor. For your information I followed you this morning and saw the lift stop on the tenth floor. I waited for half an hour but it stayed put, ' Nusrat said bitingly, 'Bata kiss se chudwa ke aayi hai? (Tell me who has been fucking you?)'
'What do mean by "who has been fucking me"?' I replied, 'Don't you know that I am still a virgin.'
'Virgin, and you?' she laughed sarcastically, 'Tell me another fairy tale.'
'Nusrat, you must be mistaken, ' I said trying to brazen it out.
'I am hundred percent sure, listen, one afternoon one of our professors did not come therefore I returned home earlier than usual. I thought I'd tell you that I am back. When I reached your door it was locked. Then I peeped in from your room's window and saw everything, ' she said.
'What did you see?' I asked laughing.
'Tu palang per leti huyi thi. Tere salwar khuli huyi thi aur Salim mian apna lund teri bur main pel rahe the (You were lying on your back. Your clothes were in disarray and Salim was fucking you), ' she said.
'What happened then?' I giggled.
'I am not sure, ' she said, 'but within seconds my bur started dripping and panties got soaked'.
'Really, then why didn't you join us?' I said, 'I am sure Salim would have loved to deflower his own loving sister.'
'I nearly did but when I reached the door to your room courage failed me. I went to my room and rubbed my bur. I got some relief only after a came four times, ' she said.
'It is pity. I am sure it would have been fun, ' I chuckled.
'I decided that the next time I'd definitely join in and started watching both of you closely, ' Nusrat said, 'Two days before coming here I saw Salim you moving furtively. I was certain that you are planning to fuck and I followed you. Unfortunately, I lost you in the unused part of our haveli (very large house) otherwise I wouldn't have been a virgin today.'
Dear Dairy, it was even better than I had hoped for. Nusrat was eager to lose her virginity. I had now only to turn her towards Sahebji.
'Now tell me whom are you fucking on the tenth floor?' she said triumphantly.
'His name is Saheb Sahebji, ' I replied.
'Who the hell is Saheb Sahebji?' she said, 'Is he the tall handsome fellow you are always waving at?'
'Yes, that's him. Haven't you heard of him?' I asked surprised.
'No, should I have?' Nusrat asked.
'Strange! I thought everyone in college had heard of him. He writes erotic stories. Oh, his stories are soooo exciting. He is also a wonderful lover, ' I said.
'Sorry, I have not read any of his stories, ' she said shaking her head.
'Listen, if you have made up your mind to lose your virginity then surrender your cherry to Sahebji rather than to Salim, ' I said.
'Why should I give my cherry to a complete stranger? I'd rather let my brother Salim pop it, ' Nusrat giggled.
'You silly goose, Salim is a novice compared to him. When he makes love it is like music. It is an experience. I can't describe it, it must be felt, ' I said.
'No way, ' Nusrat laughed.
'Don't decide yet. First read few of his stories then take a decision, ' I said.
'All right, I'll do that. I suppose we can access the internet from the hotel, ' Nusrat said.
'No need, I have his stories with me, ' I said giving her a file of Sahebji's works.
'What! You carry this file with you, ' she said.
'I always take it with me wherever I go, ' I replied.
Just then Saira stirred.
'Saira is about to wake up, ' I said, pushing Nusrat towards the bathroom, 'Go in there. You'll not be disturbed.'
'Good morning, Shazia. What time is it?' Saira said sitting up in bed and looking at her watch, 'How was your run?'
'Lovely. You must join me. It is very refreshing, ' I said.
'No thank you, I prefer my beauty sleep, ' she laughed, 'where are the others?'
'Nusrat is the bathroom and khala has gone down to talk to the travel agent about our trip to Pashupatinath Temple.
Saira was very beautiful. She was 5'3", slim and with a perfect hour glass figure. She was always smiling or laughing with a twinkle in her dark blue eyes. When she raised her arms to tie her curly light brown hair then her shapely boobs were clearly visible. They were the right size for her body, not like Nusrat's or mine, too big or too small.
'Why are you staring at me like that? Is something wrong?' she asked looking for a hand mirror.
'Nothing, I was admiring your beauty, ' I replied.
'Thank you, ' she said blushing.
'I was also thinking that it'll be a very lucky man who deflowers you, ' I said.
Her face became beet root red. 'The lucky man will have to wait because I have no intention to get married yet, ' she giggled happily.
Poor thing she still associates losing her cherry with marriage. Just then khala returned.
'Everything is settled. We go to Pashupatinathji day after tomorrow as planned, ' she said, 'where is Nusrat?'
'She is in the bathroom since last half an hour, ' Saira complained, 'I also want to go too. Shazia and I have reminded her twice. She says that she is coming but does not come. Please khala, please ask her to hurry.'
'Nusrat, hurry up Saira wants to use the bathroom, ' khala said knocking on the bathroom door. Few minutes later Nusrat emerged from the bathroom holding her stomach. 'Sorry, I took so long, ' she said.
She avoided eye contact with me. Her face was flushed. I am sure she had been masturbating. I smiled at her Saira's earlier words. By the look of her Nusrat must have "cum" several times.
During the day, Nusrat disappeared into the bathroom many times. Each time when she came out it looked as if she had been rubbing her cunt. Even khala commented, 'Nusrat, what's wrong with you? Why are you are going to the bathroom so often?'
'I think I have a touch of diarrhea but I am fine now... I think, ' Nusrat replied blushing.
At dinner she said, 'Shazia, I think I'll go jogging with you in the morning.'
'Good, be ready to leave at six, ' I said smiling.
'Saira, why don't you join them also? It'll do you good, ' khala said.
I knew that Saira would refuse but Nusrat didn't know. I watched Nusrat's face. Suddenly, it clouded. Her face brightened only when she heard Saira say, 'No jogging for me. I prefer my beauty sleep.'
After dinner Nusrat went to the toilet. I followed her. 'Tune faisla kar liya hai ki tu Sahebji se apni bur phardwayegi (So you have decided that Sahebji will deflower you), ' I said.
'Yes, but there is a problem, ' she said.
'What?' I asked.
'I have read in his stories that he likes shaven choots (cunts) but mine is quite hairy, ' Nusrat said.
'No problem, do what I did, ' I giggled, 'use khala's hair removing cream. It is in her toilet kit.'
When we returned to the table she said, 'Please excuse me, I'll go to the room as my stomach is playing up a bit.'
When we reached our room Nusrat was sitting in her bed. 'I think I'll go to sleep now. I've to get up very early to go jogging, ' she said smiling.
It was her way of telling me that she everything was all right and her phuddi (cunt) was now bald.
That is all for today.
Good night, dear Diary, and sweet dreams.