Sulekha fucked by an Australian

Hey Guys, I’m Sulekha. I’m a widow. I’m 49 years old and am a single mother of 25 kids. Today’s story happened many years ago when I was still a young girl.

It was before I was married. I hadn’t even met my husband at that time. I was at a party in Goa. I was seated at the table with my guy friends, watching people dance on the floor. A white and blonde guy, seated by himself in the corner, gulped his drink down.

Rising from his chair, approached our table and asked me to have a dance with him. I agreed with a smile. Taking his hand, I followed him to the dance floor.

“You are pretty,” he said, yelling to be heard over the loud music. His accent sounded Australian.

“Thank you,” I blushed.

“I’m Jake,” he said.

“Sulekha,” I introduced myself.

“Pleasure to meet you, Sulekha,” said Jake curtly.

“Same here, Jake,” I replied.

When the music ended, Jake grabbed my legs and lifted me in the air. The crowd applauded us. Stepping off the dance floor, Jake asked me to join him at his table. I agreed. Glancing at my table, I gestured to my friends that I was going with Jake.

They were visibly disappointed. After all, they had been quite eager to fuck me later that night. It wasn’t like I didn’t try to ask Jake to join me and my friends. But he wasn’t very enthusiastic about it. He said that he wished me to join him at his table—just me and him.

As the night progressed, Jake and I had dinner together. He showcased his Australian humour, making me laugh with his witty jokes. After dinner, he asked me if I wished to accompany him for a walk. I agreed. By that time, my friends had probably left for our hotel.

“I had a lovely evening with you, Sulekha,” Jake said, his voice sombre. We were at a beach across from his hotel, walking along the waves of the sea. Our feet kicked the sand with every step.

“So did I, Jake,” I replied, smiling. Jake looked at me, his smile failing to hide his pain. A pain that I didn’t know anything about. “So, where are your friends?” I inquired.

“I got none,” he replied grimly.

“You travelled all the way from Australia to India alone,” I said sharply.

“I did,” said Jake gravely, his gaze fixed on his toes.

“Why!” I muttered immediately.

“It’s a long story,” Jake sighed.

“We got the whole night,” I insisted.

Jake stopped. He sat down and gazed into the open waters. I sat down beside him, following his gaze. When he finally spoke, his words were slow and grim, like his heart bore a heavy burden.

“Five years ago, I got married. My wife is a beautiful lady, and I love her to the core. We were happy. Really happy. We were and still are so madly in love. We wished to start a family together. I always wanted to be a father. It is one of my life’s greatest dreams.”

“So, why can’t you?” I asked encouragingly.

“Because my wife can’t become a mother,” Jake answered, his face turning grim with the answer. “After trying for years, when nothing happened, we decided to consult a doctor. The doctor ran a few tests. When the reports came, we found out that my wife is incapable of becoming a mother.”

“I’m really sorry to hear that,” I placed a hand on his shoulder sympathetically.

“It was devastating news for both of us. My wife was shattered. She became a shell of herself. We went into therapy. There, the therapist suggested that we consider adoption.”

“But,” I said encouragingly.

“My wife was on board with the idea. She is still fixated on adoption. But I don’t want adoption. I want my child. I wish to father a child through a woman. Our difference of opinion grew us apart. We lived under the same roof, but we lived like strangers.

There was nothing between us that could remotely be seen as a sign of marriage. And a few weeks ago, she packed her bags and left. Though she hadn’t filed for divorce, I feel like my marriage is falling apart.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that,” I said sympathetically.

“I don’t want to lose my wife,” Jake sobbed. I put an arm around him. He buried his head in my chest and cried, ‘I love her. I want her to stay. But I also want to have my child.”

“It’s okay… It will be okay,” I whispered.

“How can you say that,” he sobbed.

“You just have to believe that. One day, everything will be fine,” I consoled him.

“You truly think that,” he lifted his head. Our gaze met.

“I do,” I replied, smiling, wiping his tears.

We held each other’s gaze for a while. And then, suddenly, Jake kissed me. I felt his tongue against mine. At the beach, under the cover of darkness, we made out for a while. Jake’s body was moving on impulse and not reason. Mine, well, I never had a great reputation for fending off sexual advances.

Jake kissed my cheeks and slowly moved to my neck. His fingers grabbed my top. My hands shot up instantly. Pulling my top over my head, he dropped it to the side. My bra was the next to come off. Jake wrapped his lips around my nipples, my milk filling his mouth.

He pulled away, a shock registered on his face.

“You are lactating,” he muttered.

“Yes, I gave birth a year ago,” I replied.

“Where’s your baby?” he inquired.

“I gave him up for adoption,” I answered, “but for some reason, I haven’t stopped lactating.”

“Was it painful, giving up your child?”

“Not too much,” I said.

“So, you are fertile,” he murmured, mostly to himself.

“Yes,” I replied vaguely.

A grin formed on his face. He turned to me and said, “If I ask you to do something, would you do it?”

“Depends on what you ask,” I replied.

“I want you to have my baby. In return, I’ll pay you. I’ll tell my wife that we’ll be adopting your child. That way, my wife will get what she wants. I’ll get what I want.”

For a hot minute, neither of us spoke. After much deliberation, I finally broke the silence, “How much money are you offering?”

“How about $50,000,” offered Jake, “On top of that, I’ll also cover your doctor’s fee and delivery fee. If you agree.”

I pondered for a minute and then said yes. The joy on his face was unmistakable. He was over the moon with it. Taking me in his arms, he kissed me. He moved down and kissed my boobs. The warmth of his tongue excited my nipples.

They were hard. Laying me down on the sand, Jake worked on my shorts. Taking my panties off, he tossed them away, lost in the sea. My legs closed around him as his head pushed against my pelvis. I felt his tongue reach deep into my pussy, making it wetter than it already was.

My moans began to fill the air. “Oh, Jake. Oh yeah, yes, Jake,” I cried, my fingers moving through his blonde curly hair. “Eat me, Jake, eat me.” My body was hot. My loins were on fire. I badly wanted his cock in me. Jake realised it. He lifted his head.

Our gaze met once more. His joy was palpable. In a swift motion, he took his clothes off and climbed on top of me. I guided his dick inside my pussy as he kissed and sucked my boobs.

“Oh yes. Oh yes, yeah,” I moaned. His tongue circled my nipples, caressing my areolas. His hands gently grabbed my thighs, spreading them wide. “Ah, fuck me, yes, fuck me,” I moaned. His dick was big. Bigger than any I have had till that point.

“You are such a fuckin’ hot girl, Sulekha,” said Jake, pelvis rubbing against mine with each thrust, “I’ve never experienced an Indian woman before. Your body feels so different and exotic,” he complimented, moving to kiss my neck.

“Oh yes, Jake. Oh yes. Fuck me, Jake. Fuck my Indian body. Ah, you are my first white guy, too, Jake. I had never had a white dick before,” I replied, moaning.

Jake lifted his head, thrusting ceased, his hands letting go of my thighs. Locking eyes with me, he said, “Are you serious about never experiencing a white cock before?”

“Yes,” I said slowly, “You are my first white cock.”

“Fucking hell, Sulekha, why didn’t you say this before,” Jake muttered excitedly.

His arms circled my head, enveloping me. His head cast a shadow over mine. There was more energy in each of his push. His cock grinding my hole really hard, accompanied by quick kisses.

“Yes… yes… yes… yes… yes,” my moans matched the rhythm of his humping. “Fuck me… fuck me… fuck me… fuck me.”

“Fuck Sulekha,” Jake grunted, “You have a body to be fucked and bred.”

“Breed me, Jake. Breed my body, put a baby in me.”

Jake grunted. I could feel his tool tightening inside me. He lifted his head, his eyes rolling back. With one strong thrust, he exploded in me. I could feel his baby juice in my cunt. After dumping his load in me, he got off me and laid on my side.

I rolled over. Grabbing his limp tool, I put it in my mouth. I parted his urethral opening with my tongue. It excited him instantly. I guessed his wife had never done that to him before. I licked and kissed his balls and sucked on his shaft. All the while, he lay there and grunted.

Once his tool was up again for action, Jake took charge. Making me go on all my fours, he pounded me from behind. My boobs are hanging like melons from trees.

“Fuck! What a pussy,” exclaimed Jake, pulling my hair from behind as his dick drilled my hole.

“Fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy, Jake,” I moaned loud.

“Yeah, baby,” Jake slapped my ass, “you got an ass to be slapped and a body to be done in doggy style.”

“Do me, Jake, yes. Do me.”

“Fuck you, baby, fuck you,” Jake moaned.

“Ah,” I let you short but quick loud moans.

His fingers let go of my hair. His hands grabbed my butt cheeks as his pushes intensified. By big boobs slapping against my ribs, making a thumping sound that made him even more horny. “Yes, Sulekha… yes,” Jake grunted, “Will you make me a daddy, Sulekha? Will you make me a daddy?”

“Yes, Yes,” I replied, moaning.

“Then tell me you want my baby!”

“I want you, baby, Jake. I want your baby,” I said hastily, “Make me a mommy, Jake, make me a mommy.”

“Give me a beautiful Indian baby, Sulekha. Give me a beautiful Indian baby like you,” Jake grunted. He was edging closer to cumming.

“Yes, Jake, give me my first foreign baby. Give it to me, give it to me, Jake, fuck me into a mommy.”

“Ah, I’m going to cum, Sulekha. Tell do you want my seed.”

“Cum in me, Jake. Cum in me. Give me an Aussie baby. Breed me with your Aussie seed. I want to be your baby mommy,” I cried.

Jake pulled my hair tight as he edged. I felt like he would rip my head off with the strength he was pulling my hair. I heard him grunt as he shot his cum deep in my pussy for the second time that night. Once her had unloaded entirely, he kissed every inch of my back while his hands massaged my big boobs.

The next morning, I returned to my hotel room only to gather my belongings. I moved in with Jake. Though my friends were disappointed, they understood my arrangement. Over the next three months, I’d travel with Jake to every part of the country he’d visit.

Jake fucked me regularly and kept fucking me until the test reports showed that I was five weeks pregnant. The baby was definitely his, as he had not let anyone else fuck me. Jake was over the moon with the news.

As per the agreement, he covered my medical bills and also my delivery charges and post-delivery treatments. Jake’s wife flew over to India for the delivery as well. She was excited to welcome her child. My pregnancy had definitely patched things between Jake and his wife.

However, neither he nor I had told the woman about the arrangement. To her, I was just a random Indian girl. I hooked up with a foreign tourist, got pregnant, and had to give away her child to avoid social ousting.

I gave birth to a baby girl. She inherited Jake’s white and blonde features. When asked to name the child, I let Jake’s wife name the girl. She was going to be their child. Savannah Nautiyal McCarthy. That’s what she named her.

She was adamant that the girl must have her birth mother’s name as well. Hence, she took my surname as my daughter’s middle name.

So, guys, that is the first part of this two-part story about the birth of my second child and my first child from a foreigner. I hope you like it. I would love to know your thoughts in the comment section below or you can contact me at [email protected].

I’ll be back with the second part. I’ll explain how I reconnected with Savannah and how she became a part of my family years later and fully integrated herself into its ways. Until then, it’s bye from my side.