Ghost Of Kareema – An Erotic Sex Tale – Part 6

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Welcome back, readers.

Description of the characters:

Amith – a shopkeeper Anita is close with. He had sex with Kareema and indirectly claimed to have sex with Anita.

Anita – Kareema’s roommate in the boarding. Had sex with Banduka.

Banduka – Anita’s taxi driver

Channa – Kareema’s boss, had sex with Kareema.

Kareema – the main protagonist of the story. Had sex with

1. Husband
2. Amith
3. Channa

In that order.

Now, to the new chapter. Enjoy!

Kareema went home, with Anita. Anita didn’t seem to know about the sex session Kareema had with Channa.

“So, how was your day, Kareema?” Anita asked as they were seated on the bus they just boarded to go back home.

“Well, you know what, I got an increment!”

“Wow, marvelous! Congratulations, Kareema,” Anita happily said as she squeezed Kareema’s right hand with hers.

“I knew you’d make it there too.”

“Too? What do you mean ‘Too’? Had you had the increment too? You never told me that,” Kareema said in a surprised tone.

“Well, if I said, I’d have to say how, too. But I thought I’d rather let you figure that yourself. Kareema, I know what you did to Channa in his room today,” she said as she lowered her voice.

Kareema knew that at this point, it’s pointless to hide her anything, anymore.

“How did you know, Anita?”

“Ugh, we can talk about that and more once we get home. Btw, would you like a different kinda experience? Why always one at a time? How about two?”

Kareema understood instantly that Anita was referring to a threesome. She wanted Kareema to have sex with two men at once.

“I can’t do that anymore, Anita. Not with one, not with more, not now, not later, not again,” Kareema said, as she looked out of the window.

“Well, you better change your mind before all the fun guys die out, hahaha!” Anita said, with a laugh. Their dialogue stopped.

It was dark around then. After a while, Kareema looked back to see why Anita wasn’t talking, and she just couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Anita had worn a sleeveless, low cut saree blouse that day, to the office. She was murmuring something to the big, dark, strange man who was sitting next to her.

His left hand was around her shoulders, and his hand was inside her saree blouse, squeezing her right boob! Her boobs were still inside her blouse but what was happening was obvious with her blouse going up and down.

The only passengers on the back seat were these three, and the light was very much dimmed then. Between their murmur, Kareema saw that as he said something, he turned his eyes to her. Anita also turned towards Kareema for a while. Then she turned back towards Kareema and called her.

“Kareema?”

“Yeah,” Kareema responded with a little angry tone. She didn’t like to see her friend letting every random man on her way use her like this.

“He’s asking me if you,” but Kareema objected her statement, with a raised right hand.

“I don’t wanna hear what he asked. If this is about me, the answer is ‘NO’!”

She turned back, still angrily. But Anita smiled and squeezing Kareema’s hand softly, she said, “He asked if you can let me sit there, so he can grope me with more privacy. That’s it.”

That wasn’t what Kareema thought he asked. But she silently got up, walked away and sat on the other corner of the seat, as Anita moved to her corner. The man moved next to her and started.

Kareema was stealing an occasional look or two at this love scene. Later she saw that the man had sneaked his right hand into her saree, and possibly rubbing her thigh. He was licking all over the right side of Anita’s neck, as Anita was looking around in alert.

After a few moments like that, they had reached their stop. They walked home, with neither of them speaking. Anita was cleaning his saliva off her neck. Finally, near their boarding, Anita spoke. “Are you still angry, Kareema?”

“Angry? No, but come on, Anita! I can’t believe you let that absolute random man use her like that! At least Amith Banduka or Channa aren’t strangers. But that guy?” Kareema said in one breath. Anita just smiled back.

“We dunno where our lives are headed, Kareema, so all we gotta do is living the moment at its fullest. I enjoy this a lot. If you choose not to, I respect that decision too. Btw, what do you say about a threesome?” She said as she unlocked the boarding door.

“I told you, Anita. I’m not doing that again. I can’t keep doing this. Having fun once and feeling terrible for a week to come? No.”

“How about a threesome, among you, Amith and Channa?”

Kareema stopped and looked at her.

“Come again?”

“Come on, you know they’re great fuckers, already.”

“I just told you, Anita. Even today, still my body is aching of the session I had with Channa. It was even harder with Amith. They both at the same time? I might even die,” she said as she entered their room.

They sat in their beds. Anita pulled out a bottle from down under her bed.

“Is that some alcoholic beverage?” Kareema asked. “Please don’t tell me you don’t drink a lot too!”

“No Kareema, this is an ayurvedic drink. It restores your health. Guess what, your sore body will be restored faster if you take this,” she said as she handed the bottle over to Kareema.

Kareema took a little of the drink into her mouth. It wasn’t all sour, bitter or even sugary, but it had a sweet taste.

“Take one gulp, Kareema,” Anita said, as Kareema struggled to do just that.

“Ugh, weird,” Kareema said as she handed the bottle back to Anita. “Also, where did you take this from?”

“I know some newly graduated ayurvedic doctor, named Eshan. Kareema. That’s how.”

“Oh, how much is this anyway?”

“I dunno,” Anita said, shrugging her shoulders. Kareema looked at her with astonishment.

“You dunno?”

“No, because I never pay for it. Well, not in notes, if you know what I mean.”

Kareema just couldn’t believe what she was heading.

“Anita? You one horny bitch!” Kareema said with a laugh as she threw her pillow at her. Anita caught it and put it back in Kareema’s bed.

“Eh, that I am, Kareema. That I am,” Anita said, jokingly.

“Okay, I’m gonna go have a bath. You stay here and think about the threesome you’re gonna have,” Anita said as she got up to go out of the room.

“How are you so sure I’m actually gonna have it? I’ve told you a few times already that I’m not gonna keep fucking.”

“I know you are, Kareema. I just do,” Anita said as she turned around and walked outside.

Kareema was feeling tired. She hugged her pillow and closed her eyes. She thought Anita would wake her up once she comes back.

She woke up, on the floor, covered with the sweat of her, Channa and Amith, saliva of the two men, and tears of her own. She had enjoyed the threesome but her entire body was aching. She knew she wouldn’t be able to walk for a week or so.

As she knelt, she saw the two standing in front, jacking off their own dicks. Before she could even speak, they splashed their loads all over Kareema’s face.

From a distance, she heard Anita calling her name, and everything starting to blur away. She heard Anita say, “Kareema, wake up!”

“Kareema, wake up,” Anita was at Kareema’s bed, trying to wake her up. It has all been a dream!

“Anita, what the hell happened?” Kareema asked as she straightened herself in her bed. Anita was sitting nearby.

“Guess you were having a wet dream. You were saying all kinds of things,” Anita said with a smile.

“Oh, damn,” Kareema said as she also smiled.

“I guess I gotta go have the shower now.”

Even after the shower, Kareema didn’t say anything about the threesome plan.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to handle a real man again, Anita. Especially, not two men like Amith or Channa. I’m too weak for that,” Kareema said as he walked back inside the room.

“Speaking of being weak, I know just what might get you out of the mood”

“What’s that?”

“Gym, and porn. Get ready tomorrow. You’re going to the gym with me.”

“Wait, do you think I can afford a gym too?” Kareema asked suspiciously. Even though she was now earning a fair amount of money, she had no idea.

“You can, Kareema, you can. don’t worry,” Anita said as he winked and laid to sleep.

Thinking what the hell she meant by her wink, Kareema went to sleep.

The next day, Kareema again wore a blouse, and a coat and a trouser, and yeah, her headcover. The next day went by with no sex. Also, Kareema was still feeling weird.

After their work, Anita said, “Come on, Kareema, let’s go register for the gym.”

“I’m not sure if I wanna do this,” Kareema said as Anita pulled her by her wrist.

“You’re not sure whether you wanna do anything. But I am. Come on,” Anita pushed her into a bus she just boarded.

Hope you guys enjoyed.

I’ve got to tell you guys this. Sometimes the sex scenes have been intensified by added details, to make it sound more entertaining. But the basic story, especially the details about who had sex on a particular occasion, is all true.

I’m going extraordinary lengths to report things that have taken place and still do, in the very own society we live in, but in almost unimaginable ways.

Wait up for the next part!

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