Ghost Of Kareema – An Erotic Sex Tale – Part 11

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17 June 1985 Monday

By the time Kareema hit home, it was dark. Anita was at the doorstep, looking outside.”Kareema, my darling,” she said as she came forth with a smile. “I was about to phone you. What took you so long?”

She was about to hug Kareema when she saw her clothing was in pieces.

“Oh my god! What happened?” She asked in astonishment.

“Long story, Anita,” Kareema said in a tired tone, but with a happy smile. “Before anything else, I need a wash, and some of your ayurvedic stuff.”

“Oh god no!” Anita said in astonishment, realizing what had happened, as Kareema kept walking into the boarding house.

Later :

“…and as I was coming forth, you saw me,” Kareema said, ending the story of what happened between her and the three guys who almost kidnapped her that day. They both laughed.

“I’m just glad you’ve started to enjoy this life, finally, Kareema,” Anita said.

“Mmm, yeah,” Kareema said as she gulped the ayurvedic medicine, and put aside the bottle. “But this is such a hypocritical life, Anita. Praying to God five times a day and going back to having sex with strange men that come on my way. It’s just ridiculous, don’t you think?”

“Uhm, no,” Anita said with a smile as she placed her right palm on Kareema’s left knee. They were sitting on their sofa, next to each other.

7:29 pm

Suddenly, Kareema’s phone started ringing. Back then, there were no specific ringing tones for mobile phones like now, so it was just ‘tring tring’ something.

“Prayer time,” Kareema said as she stood up and pulled a veil around her body. As you readers might know, Kareema died on Thursday the 17th of January, 2002. More about her funeral later.

This story won’t be complete if I don’t add her ‘adventures’ as a ghost, at least occasionally. So here we go with one such an occasion.

31 January 2002 Thursday :

It had been two weeks since Kareema had gone. There was her graveyard. Unlike any other graveyard on the background, hers and a crescent moon, turned upwards, on top of it.

Anyway, there was a photo of her, attached to her gravesite. She was beautiful in it and smiling. The watchman of the graveyard, Kalum, used to come here, look at the photo and be sad.

“Such a beautiful woman, even at this age. Why did she have to go down like this? I wish I could see her and talk to her, maybe,” he thought.

This was another day he was supposed to come. But this day, unlike any day before, she saw a figure. More likely female, standing at the graveyard. The figure was wearing an item of white robe-like clothing, that covered her entire body, except for her eyes.

He became suspicious. Not only that it was too dark for anyone to be visiting the dead, but also…Why a woman? Why alone? On top of all, how did she get into a locked-down cemetery?

“Who are you? What are you doing here? How did you get in?” Kalum asked as he closed in.

“Uncle,” the woman said in a pleasant voice as she turned towards him. “Can we talk a bit?” She said as she pulled off her, let her face veil fall to the ground, and exposed her face to him.

“Budhu ammo! (a Sri Lankan Buddhist slang. Meaning “Mother Buddha!” This slang is considered in no way offensive among the Sri Lankans in general.) Kalum screamed as he collapsed to the ground.

Later :

Kareema, dressed up in a white robe, similar to which she was buried in. She was sitting next to Kalum and telling him her life story. Her face looked brighter and more beautiful than ever.

Technically, she was like 35 years old by the time she died, but since she wasn’t human. (she was a ghost by then) she didn’t look that old and didn’t have to either.

Kalum was conscious now, but signs of fear were still imminent in his eyes. Still, he had a hard-on, having listened to her stories about all the men she had had sex with.

Sex starts

He was wearing a sarong and his hard-on was visible through it. Kareema held it with her right hand. “Oh wow, look who’s hard now,” Kareema said in a horny tone. She grabbed the length of his cock over his sarong and started rubbing it up and down.

Kalum may not have initiated it, but he was also nothing other than a dominant, Sinhalese man. He quickly grabbed her wrist with his and got her pulled against himself.

“Aah!” Kareema moaned as she leaned her boobs against his chest. The feeling of her big, soft boobs against his chest, was making him run wild even faster. Kalum looked into her eyes. “Wanna do that again?” He asked, as his fingers run through hers in her hand.

“Mmm, sure. But where do we go?” Kareema asked as he stood up, took her hand and stood her up as well.

“Let’s go to my room,” Kalum said as he pulled her towards the small room next to the cemetery that he used to stay in.

“Aah!” Kareema let out a horny moan, as she was pulled towards the room.

In the room :

“Come here, baby doll,” Kalum said lovingly, as he held her hip with both hands and placed her against a wall. She put her forearms on his shoulders and eventually started rubbing her fingers through her hair. They smiled at each other, looking at each other’s eyes.

“Should I just go for it or do you need preparation? You know, foreplay? I love doing foreplay too,” Kalum said.

“Mmm. Yeah,” Kareema said, closing in, as she threw her arms around his neck. As Kalum let her close in, he threw his arms around her body, hugged her tightly and started sharing a kiss with her. Their eyes were closed, mouths were smiling lightly, and tongues were fighting against each other.

“Ahem,” sound was heard again and again. He was squeezing her buttocks again and again. He took his right hand up, and while still kissing her, he parter her veil and exposed the left side of her neck.

“Yeah baby,” Kareema moaned, and bit her lower lip with a smile and her eyes closed, still rubbing his hair with her right hand fingers, as he started eating her neck. His tongue was nibbling against her neck, and it was making her wet.

“Oh god, you’re so good!” She moaned.

He soon pulled her clothing apart even further and exposed her left shoulder and pulled further down, exposing her left boob too.

“Ch…ch,” he kissed her again and again, towards her shoulder, as she shrugged her shoulder a little, with a “hmm” sound and a wider smile. He then kept kissing her down to her left nipple and took it in his mouth.

“Ahh,” she made a sound, biting her lower lip. She turned her face up with her eyes closed. He started tasting her nipple, sucking, biting, and nibbling it with his tongue on an occasional basis.

He bit her boob flesh softly, again and again, trying to take in as much of it as possible. His both hands went around her body and held her tightly against himself, as both hands were now rubbing him and his hair. She gradually bent a little down and kissed his forehead.

“I can’t stand anymore, maye dheyyo!” She finally said. He slowly pushed her forward and slowly laid her on the bed.

(Maye dheyyo = my Lord. A slang used among the Sinhalese and other women in Sri Lanka to refer to a man whom they dearly love. Even though the slang means “my Lord”, this slang isn’t used with that meaning, and nobody is offended by it either. You get the idea)

He slowly laid her on the bed and got on top of her as he knelt on the mattress, placing his knees on both sides of her thighs. He then pulled her cloth to both sides and exposed both of her boobs.

He didn’t say a word, and as she smiled at him, he placed his hands on her boobs. He grabbed her boobs at once.

“Aaah!” She let out a moan. He started massaging them, softly, but her eyes were shining with greed for her body.

He squeezed her boobs again and again. He pressed them upwards and pulled them back downwards. He grabbed them and rubbed them against each other. He did all kinds of things with them. She was moaning again and again and now she was ready to have him inside of her.

“Gimme your big cock inside of me, darling,” she moaned in a sensual voice, as her right hand started sliding on his left thigh, looking for his cock. She then grabbed hold of his, under his sarong.

He bent down and kissed her cleavage, and as he went down kissing her again and again, he subsequently made her fully naked.

“Hmm! What do you think?” Kareema asked with a sensual smile.

“Hottest body I’ve seen so far,” Kalum said as he stood up and started getting naked.

Within less than a minute, he was naked. It was when she saw the actual size of his cock.

“Oh wow, so big!” She exclaimed.

“Oh yeah, I’m gonna dig a new hole inside of you with this,” he said with a wide grin as he slowly laid on her. He slowly got inside of her, as he placed both elbows on both sides of her head.

“Aaah,” she moaned, as she closed her eyes and bit her lips. Once he was fully inside of her, he opened her eyes again and looked at his eyes. He looked into her eyes as he started rubbing his fingers through her hair and started fucking.

“Ah, ah, ah,” she went each time he went inside of her.

She palmed his shoulders towards the back of his neck and slowly pulled him down to a kiss. They both went “Hmm” as he still kept fucking her. She slowly wrapped her legs around his ass.

He later broke the kiss and as he looked deep into her eyes, he pinned her hands against the bed, pushing his fingers by hers. She smiled widely, as he straightened his body up and kept fucking her.

“Oh, you like dominating women, don’t you?” Kareema said, and moaned.

“Oh yeah,” he said as he kept fucking her. He pushed both her hands until they were above her head, and pinned them both using his left hand. With his right hand, he held her neck.

“Don’t worry, I won’t force too much on your neck,” Kalum said with a comforting smile.

“It’s okay, Kalum. Even if you do, that won’t harm me. I’m not human, remember?” Kareema said with a wide smile, at which point Kalum grinned wildly and mercilessly squeezed both her neck and her hands.

“Ok,” Kareema made a sound as Kalum started ramming her harder than ever, over and over again.

“Oh. Yeah, that’s it, rough me up, fuck me hard! Yes, yes!” Kareema moaned and screamed as Kalum kept ramming her harder and harder. Kalum had no idea for how long he did that. By the end, he was sweating like nothing all over her body.

Kareema wasn’t sweating. She didn’t seem tired and she seemed as lively as ever. Of course, she would. After all, she’s a ghost.

“I’m coming!” Kalum groaned as he started pushing waves of his semen into her, one after another. At the end of it, he fell on her body, like a newly cut free. He was exhausted. He got to her right hand side as he rolled off her body and laid on the mattress. She placed her right cheek on his left bicep and got close to him as she started palming his body with her left hand.

He held her left hand with his right, as he looked into her eyes again. They smiled at each other, before he pulled her closed with his left hand, kissed her forehead, and closed his eyes.

Thank you for reading my story. The story will continue.

Let me know your comments and suggestions for the next parts of the story, on [email protected] Thank you all. Have a great day. Peace!

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