KARMA - Part 3

Laxmi shook her head slowly …..But, as it turned out, not in refusal. She lay down on the mattress and pulled her worn sari up around her waist to reveal her very bushy cunt.

“Jaldi karo.” She said. Seemingly prepared to do anything to get some cash. It was easier then I thought. Had Diptee been so easy for Sanjay? Maybe. But that was not the point any more. Hot sex with my barbhi was.

I wasted no time. I got between her legs and stuck my cock quickly in her choot and started fucking. Her cunt was dry and tight but a few rough deep thrust soon got her juices flowing. I held a small tit in one hand, squeezing it hard through the fabric of her blouse, as my other had gripped her fat ass. My thrusts were deep and strong making Laxmi’s ass buck as I pounded her cunt, my balls slapping against her ass.

Laxmi had her eyes closed and licked her lips as I screwed her. Obviously enjoying what I was doing. I asked her if Sanjay was better then me and she opened her eyes long enough to say “oh no. Sanjay has no stamina”

That lifted my spirits and filled me with new energy which I used to pound Laxmi harder and faster.

I pulled out without Cuming and told her to strip. She did and then I climbed back onto her naked body and resumed my forceful pumping of her cunt. My hands roaming freely over her lovely fat ass and small tight breasts.

Laxmi was hot. Her cunt was boiling with liquid heat. She hadn’t had a cock in her for a while I realised. Sanjay was probably too busy dicking some one else’s wife.

She needed my dick in her that was obvious. Sanjay was not doing his job very well. I came in her, just as she bathed my Lund in a hot discharge of her own cum.

Laxmi lay panting beneath me as the last spurts of my spunk emptied into her. My revenge on Sanjay was almost complete.

After 20 minutes, Laxmi got up and as she bent down to pick up her sari. I feasted my eyes on her beautiful round buttocks and noted the stretch marks on them. The woman may have lost weight everywhere else but her ass was still gaining weight. I quickly came up behind her and slammed my revitalised Lund savagely into her anus. She fell forwards onto her knees and I fell with her, holding her hips, unwilling to let my cock become dislodged.

She whispered to me to be gentle and slow but didn’t protest or pretend to be an anal virgin. She had obviously done this before and quite often too. I asked her if Sanjay used her this way and she told me that he seldom fucked her any other way. Her anus was loose enough from constant usage to allow my Lund to pump her without unbearable pain to either of us. It was lucky that some trickle of my cum had oozed from her choot lips down to her butt hole as she had lay in post orgasmic bliss. It had added just enough lube to sink my Lund in her.

We fucked like a pair of water buffalo in a muddy village pond. Lots of thud- thud sounds and mooing. I came with satisfaction. Enjoying every shot of spunk as it shot out of my prick into her ass. After I had filled her rectum with my spunk, I completed my revenge on Sanjay by paying her.

I had just turned my brother’s wife into a whore.

Still fate still had one more surprise for me.

A week after I had prostituted my sister-in-law, Mrs. Pinkie Kapoor called to me as I was watering her prize roses. I placed my hands together in the traditional ** greeting and bowed my head as I said ‘Namaste’ to her.

I made sure that I stayed on the bottom step of the flight of steps so that I was lower then her as she spoke to me. I actually was tormented by the fact that I had seen her riding Gopal Sahib’s cock, naked a few weeks earlier. I was worried eye contact might betray me.

She asked me about the garden, but I noticed that her eyes seemed to be assessing me.

She asked me to come inside the house and when I hesitated, she smiled and said “Don’t be foolish Ram”

I walked carefully into the cool bungalow. I had never been inside before and was conscientious of my every foot step on the marble tiled floor.

Mrs. Kapoor led me into a large sitting room where I saw Mrs. Gopal and another woman I didn’t know.

The ladies spoke English to each other until the unknown lady said “Ab ki hart mai kya Jadoo hai? Pinkie Appa ki gulab itni pyari lugdi hai” (What magic do you have in your hands? Pinkies roses look so beautiful)

I stole a quick glace at the lady. She was so very fair and had the brightest green eyes I had ever seen with a soft gentle mouth on an oval face. Although she was seated, I could make out that she was well proportioned with a good pair of breasts and I hoped a great ass. My conversion to ‘ass man’ was complete.

“Varqi Aisha ji, inka hart mai hai Kutch Jadoo” (Truly Aisha, He has magic in his hands) Mrs Gopal said.

The ladies talked awhile in English but I noticed that they looked me up and down very carefully as they spoke. Finally, Mrs Kapoor smiled and told me in Hindi that I could go. I backed slowly and carefully out of the room and prayed that I didn’t bang into anything on the way out.

Later that day, Diptee came to me and asked me what had happened with Memsahib. I told her and she seemed more puzzled then before she asked me.

She told me that I was to go with Mrs. Kapoor in the evening to Aisha’s house, to look at her roses.

Diptee didn’t know where Aisha lived. All she knew was that Aisha was Kamal sahib’s wife just back from Delhi. I had heard that Delhi girls were beautiful, now I had actually seen one. The tales of their exotic beauty were true if Aisha was a true Delhiwalli.

As every Asian man knows, your wife will make sure you are dressed like you are going to your own wedding, when you visit someone’s house without her.

My best white lungi was ironed along with the only white shirt I owned. I wore a new vest beneath and was presented to Mrs. Kapoor at exactly 6pm with my hair and body washed and sweat smelling.

Diptee was not coming with me and as I noticed that Mr. Gopal and Kamal were arriving, I was certain that Diptee would be too busy to miss me.

To my surprise, the driver did not come. I sat where I was told to sit, in front with Mrs. Kapoor, at the wheel.

I sat on the edge of the sit terrified that I might dirty it in some way. I had never been in a car before. Buses yes; but never a motorcar.

Mrs. Kapoor drove to an apartment building in a part of the city I had never been to before. The landscape garden showed no sign of rose beds and a marli (gardener) was busy watering the lawn and flowers as I arrived with Mrs. Kapoor.

Mrs. Kapoor led me into the apartment where I had my first ride in a thing called a ‘lift’.

Aisha Kamal greeted Pinkie with kisses on the cheeks and returned my traditional ‘Namaste’ greeting with a ‘Salaam’. All very proper and very correct but, I could see no garden in her apartment.

Mrs Gopal was there too, wearing a short, black dress that just barely covered her ass. Aisha and Pinkie were in shalwar Kamiz (shirt and trousers).looking elegant and classy.

The ladies spoke to each other in whispers, and in English, about me I was sure. They kept looking me up and down and finally, Aisha said “Chello Ram bhai,” (Come on Ram Brother) and actually took my arm and lead me into a room where I saw a large bed covered in cushions.

I was a little surprised and asked “Memsahib…Gulab kaha hai” (Madam where are the roses)

Mrs Gopal answered for Aisha. She threw herself on the bed, lifted the hem of her short dress up and opened her light brown thighs to reveal her red panty covered fuck box. “Yahan hai ….Ram Jee” (Here it is Ram Jee) She said pulling her panties off, to bare her thickly bushed choot.

I was stunned. I heard Mrs Kapoor giggle and saw Aisha kneel down in front of me and felt her untie my white lungi.

What was happening? Was I dreaming? Were they insane?

“Shabaash Ram!” (Very good Ram) Mrs Kapoor said taking holding of my hard erect prick as Aisha undid my shirt buttons.

Mrs Gopal reached under a cushion and pulled out a box of condoms.

“Ari Chello yaar…jaldi Karo…meri choot which ark lughi ‘(Oh hurry up. My cunt is burning) she said rubbing her fingers over her clit.

I was soon on Mrs Gopal, my Lund sheathed in a condom by Mrs Kapoor as Aisha Kamal kissed and licked my naked chest. The two ladies helped guide my cock to Mrs. Gopal’s opening and as Mrs Kapoor licked my butt crack and held my balls. I fucked Mrs Gopal till she was bucking and crying from orgasm. Her pussy a white hot tunnel of sensation.

Mrs. Kapoor squeezed my balls brutally just before I came. Telling me firmly to hold on to my load.

My eyes watered in pain as Mrs Kapoor pulled me off Mrs Gopal and threw me on my back onto the bed beside Mrs. Gopal’s heaving body.

I watched as Mrs Pinkie Kapoor, now naked, got astride my still hard condom covered Lund and sat her beautiful shaved choot on me. Impaling herself on my cock in a single thrust.

“OooooooooooooooooooooooooooooH!” She moaned as she settled on me. Her fat ass on my thighs and my Lund up high and deep in her cum dripping hot cunt.

I could nothing else but grab her waist and fuck the shit out of her.

She rode me hard and fast, using me, until we both came and she collapsed in exhausted pleasure.

I lay panting and sweating, my head swimming with the unbelievable facts of the situation. I had just fucked Mrs Gopal and Mrs Kapoor. It was amazing.

Aisha handed me a glass of something that looked like milk but tasted very bitter and strange. Whatever it was soon had my cock rock hard and my balls aching.

Aisha and Mrs. Gopal were kissing and fingering each others choots as Mrs. Kapoor busied herself licking my Lund and balls. I looked in hot fascination as Mrs. Gopal’s fingers worked there way in and out of Aisha’ almost white hairless fuck hole. I had never seen anyone so fair naked before.

All the time, Aisha’s fingers were busy fucking Mrs. Gopal’s hairy cunt with equal expertise.

“Sungu” (Smell) Mrs Kapoor said urging me to lean in close to the cunts of the two ladies as they fingered each other.

‘Tell me how my roses smell” She said sticking her index finger roughly in my anus as I pressed my noses against Mrs. Gopal’s box and licked Aisha’s cunt.

The feel of Pinkie’s finger in my butt hole, was a surprise but not an unpleasant one, as I sniffed the hot scent of the two choots.

It was Aisha who suddenly came first, her juice flowing freely over Mrs Gopal’s probing fingers and into my lapping mouth.

Mrs. Gopal wanted me as soon as Aisha stopped cuming, but she wanted me in her ass. I was very eager to oblige. I got behind her and slammed my rod hard and fast into her hairy butt hole as Aisha kissed me and sucked my nipples and Mrs Kapoor ate my ear lobes and handled my balls.

I came in minutes, a victim of over stimulation. Still Mrs. Gopal didn’t complain.

We lay on the bed panting and sweating for what seemed like hours but couldn’t have been. I had some more of the milky bitter drink and so did the ladies.

The ladies took me into the shower and made a great deal of washing me.

While Mrs Gopal shampooed my hair, Aisha and Mrs Kapoor shaved my groin, butt crack and balls. Using their tongues to test the smoothness of the result. Only when they were satisfied that I was as smooth as silk, and that my tool was hard as rock did they allow me to take my pleasure.

I took hold of wildly giggling Aisha and made her bend down as I licked her from choot clit to butt hole. She tasted nice and fresh.

I took Aisha doggy style in the shower. She on her hands and knees as the water splashed down on us and Mrs Gopal and Mrs. Kapoor played with my balls and Aisha’s wildly shaking tits. I am happy to tell you that Aisha’s white, smooth, firm ass didn’t disappoint me. I was almost drooling at the thought of sticking my Lund into her anus.

As I lay on my back much later, with Aisha sucking happily on my now freshly shaved Lund. My mouth sucking and licking the sweet choot of Pinkie Kapoor as she squatted astride my face; my fingers working in and out of Mrs. Gopal’s choot as she sucked Aisha’s cunt, I was happy.

The GODS after all were not offended. Far from punishing me they were giving me, a dirt poor farm boy from the country, a large, juicy pussy shaped slice of Paradise. I looked forward to butt busting Aisha and Pinkie Kapoor and thanked my stars for a great Karma

The end

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