Sulekha fucked by an Australian – Part 3

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 is the third part of my series ‘Sulekha fucked by an Australian’, and Sumit and I have written this part.

Sumit’s Account:

I was in the bathroom, jerking off, when she started pounding on the door. “Come out, Come out,” she cried out. Leaving my task unfinished, I unlocked the door. Savannah flung the door open and rushed in. She kicked me out of the bathroom and shut the door.

7 and a half months pregnant, she had to pee quite often. After doing her business, she came out, looking exhausted. I tried to kiss her, but she shoved me away. Pregnancy had killed her sex drive. It’s been months since I had any sex. In fact, it’s been months since I had seen a pussy.

As she returned to bed, I was left there, with my dick in my hand, wondering what to do next. I needed action. I needed it badly. There was only one place I could call in my time of need. HOME.

Sulekha’s Account:

Up and down, her body went as bed screeched. Her head flung back. The brown hair brushed against her pale white butt. It bounced on Mr Mehta’s crotch, bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamps. Keshav Mehta has become one of my regulars over the years.

My first encounter with him started as a pure accident, but since then, he has become my loyal customer. Keshav held Bahuputri’s big round breasts in his hand as if they were squeeze balls. My daughter placed her hands on Keshav’s thighs as she arched her back.

Riding on his cock, she moaned slowly, “Yes, Uncle, Yes, fuck me, yes, fuck me, ahhh, yes, yes.”

“Bahuputri, your pussy is so amazing. I feel like my cock is getting a nice massage inside your cunt as you move up and down,” Keshav said appreciatively.

“Ahh, Uncle, yes, I’m honoured that my pussy can pleasure your cock. Ahhh, yes, yes, you have given us money in times of need. I’m glad my pussy could repay your generosity.”

Keshav giggled, “It wasn’t for free, Bahuputri. I paid your mother and your sisters in exchange for sex. And sex with them has always been amazing. I’m glad that you have carried your family’s tradition of pleasuring men to the full.”

His fingers caught her nipples in their webbing. He squeezed them tight. Milk dribbled out, flowing down the back of his hand.

“I just want to make Mum proud by being the best whore I could be,” Bahuputri replied, leaning over his. She placed her palms on either side of his head, levelling her boobs with his mouth. Keshav squeezed them, making her squirt milk into his mouth.

“Ahhh, ahhh, yes, yes, I’m proud, I’m proud, I’m proud of you, beta,” I moaned.

In the corner of the room, I stood, bent over the dresser. With one leg on the floor and the other resting on the dresser, I took the full thrust of Arjun. He was nailing my pussy like a drill machine digging oil from the ground. Gathering my hair in his one hand, he went full-throttle on my cunt.

His other hand slapped my ass as he fucked me from behind.

“Fuck you, fuck you, What a whore, fuck you, You are such a lovely whore,” Arjun scuffed.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes baby, I’m a whore, I’m a whore, Yes, I’m a whore,” I moaned in reply, my boobs smacking into my ribs repeatedly.

Arjun was Keshav’s nephew (his sister’s son) who had come over to visit him from Canada along with his friend. As a way to entertain his guests, Keshav called me and asked me to come over to his house while his wife and daughter were away.

That was three days ago. And in those three days, the three had fucked the hell out of me, Olivia, and Bahuputri.

“Come on, Arjun, Don’t call my Sulekha a whore. She’s my queen,” said Keshav playfully.

“Yes, yes, yes, we are whore, we are whore, yes, yes, yes, fuck my whore pussy, fuck my whore pussy, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it,” cried my sister, Olivia.

Pinned against the window glass, her knees rested on the sill. Olivia’s white body stuck to the window like a lizard. Her blonde hair grazed her back with each stroke of Arjun’s white Canadian friend, John.

“How did a white and blonde woman like you come out of an Indian mom?” John asked, pulling out of Olivia’s cunt.

Olivia stepped down and sat on the window sill. Taking John’s big white dick in her hands, she stroked it, aiming for her big tits, and said, “My mother once visited the US. There, she met my Dad. Mom offered my Dad her pussy in exchange for a room at his place. And that’s how I was born.”

“Why did your mom give you an American name instead of an Indian one?”

“My Dad named me. I wasn’t born in India. I was born in the US. I spent the first seven years of my life there before my mom moved back to India. My Dad called me Olivia while mom calls me Arsha,” Olivia answered, putting John’s cock between her breasts.

“No one can look at you and tell that you are Sulekha’s younger sister. There is not an ounce of Indian in you,” John commented jokingly. Olivia smiled as she titty-fucked him. John grabbed her blonde hair with both hands and up his pace. Olivia squeezed her boobs tighter together.

“Mr Mehta,  your wife and daughter are here,” John blurted out, noticing a car pull up outside the front gate.

Keshav pushed Bahuputri off of him, Arjun pulled his cock out of my pussy, and John and Olivia stepped away from the window. All six of us started running around the room frantically. Arjun led us down the stairs while Keshav and John went to the other room to fetch our luggage.

We stepped into the backyard just as Keshav appeared, dressed, our handbags in his grasp. John followed behind with our travel bag. He handed us our purses and two bundles of 1000 rupee notes. Olivia took the handbags and the money while I took the travel bag.

Hurriedly, we climbed over the boundary wall and disappeared into the dark before his wife and daughter could see us.

Keshav’s house was at the border of the city. The area around his home wasn’t populated at all. There was a vast stretch of land with nothing but wild grass, and the nearest house was nearly 500 metres away.

In the back alley, we stood, completely naked. Olivia pulled her phone out as I set the travel bag down. She turned on the flash of her phone, shining some light on the bag. Undoing the zipper, I lifted the flap.

The light from the phone wasn’t enough for me to rummage through the bag’s contents. I grabbed whatever I could off the top and closed the flap.

“Where’s my bra and panties,” Bahuputri muttered as she analysed the clothes I had handed to her.

“They are at the very bottom, and I’m not going to toss out all our stuff just to find them,” I said angrily.

“Mum, I got cum in my pussy. At least give me my panties,” Bahuputri argued.

“Just put on your damn clothes,” I glared.

“I got cum in my pussy too, honey. But we are standing naked on the street in the dark. Let’s just put on whatever clothes we got and get moving,” Olivia said calmly.

We rounded the block and got to our car, which was parked at some distance from Keshav’s home. In no time, we were on the highway, cruising along at a great speed. I was behind the steering wheel, Olivia next to me, and Bahuputri in the backseat.

In the rearview mirror, I noticed Bahuputri digging into her handbag and pulling out a dildo. She pulled her skirt up, spread her legs, and shoved it inside her pussy.

“Don’t you dare ruin my car with your squirt,” I scolded.

“Mum, I’m horny,” Bahuputri protested, pushing the dildo in and out of her pussy.

“Don’t be harsh on her, Didi,” said Olivia, “She’s not the only one who’s horny. I am, too. And I know you are as well.”

“Thanks, Masi,” Bahuputri said, continuing with her self-pleasure.

Just then, my phone rang. It was in my bag, at the back. Managing the movement of the dildo with one hand, Bahuputri pulled my phone out and took the call.

“Hello,” she answered in a moaning tone, “Yes, bhaiya, ahhh, I’m good, I’m just horny, yes, yes, I’m fucking myself, ahhh, yes, it feels good. Not as good as your cock, yes bhaiya, yes, I miss your cock, fuck, you are making me hornier, oh bhaiya, fuck, yes, okay.”

She hung up. The phone rang again. Turning the backseat light on, she set the phone on the handrest between my seat and Olivia’s. I heard Sumit’s voice filling up the car. Bahuputri positioned herself in front of the camera, fucking herself with the dildo while Sumit watched via the video call.

“Oh, my sweet little sister, I crave your pussy so much, fuck that hole of yours. I love it, I want my cock in your cunt so bad right now.”

“I want your cock too, bhaiya, I want it too,” Bahuputri replied.

“Where’s mum,” he asked.

“I’m here,” I picked up the phone and held it in front of me while I drove, “how are you, beta?”

“I’m good mum, how are you?”

“I’m good too. And how is your girlfriend?”

“She’s asleep right now.”

“Are you taking care of her? These will be difficult months for her. I want you to take good care of her. After all, this is my first non-incest grandchild.”

“Regarding that,” he said abruptly, “can you come over? I haven’t had sex in a long while. I need to fuck a pussy.”

“Savannah doesn’t have sex with you?” I replied.

“She has lost her appetite ever since she got pregnant. I don’t get it. I had so much sex when you were pregnant. Why doesn’t she?” Sumit complained.

“It’s impossible to match the sex drive of the women of our family,” Olivia remarked.

“Hi Masi,” said Sumit. He was just 2 years younger than Olivia, and the two had a friendly and active sexual relationship.

“Hello, beta,” Olivia replied.

“Masi, can you come over? It’s been a long time since I fucked you,” Sumit requested.

“Sorry, Beta, but I have other plans,” Olivia replied.

“Let me see. I think Vanshika’s exams will be over soon. She can come over after that,” I said.

“Watch out,” Olivia screamed suddenly.

I reacted as quickly as possible, but it was too late. My car rammed into the bike that was ahead. Its riders fell to the side. Pulling the car over, I disconnected the call, climbed out, and went over to check on the two riders.

Horror consumed me when I noticed that the two riders were police constables. Due to Sumit’s call, I slowed down my speed. Maybe because of that, they weren’t injured. The constables got to their feet, mumbling in anger.

They snapped at me, rightfully so. I apologised, but they were having it. The fat constable ordered me to get in the backseat. I did as he asked. He got behind the steering wheel while his colleague got back on his bike.

Our car followed the bike. It was dark both outside and inside. In the back, next to me, Bahuputri continued, albeit discreetly, to fuck herself with the dildo. I noticed it, grabbed the toy, pulled it out of her cunt. I hid it under my dress just as we slipped off the highway and onto a dirt road.

The constables pulled us out of the car. They ordered us to step into the police station. I asked the fat one to let me at least pee. He told me to go to the side of the police station and do my business and to come inside after I was done.

It was dark all around. The bulb over the door was the only light outside. Once the two constables had escorted Olivia and Bahuputri in, I took out the dildo and tossed it as far away as I could. I waited for some time and then went in.

Inspector Gupta was pissed at us. We stood in a file, and he marched back and forth, hammering in his authority.

“Sir, it was an accident,” I tried to present my case, but he held his hand up to shut me up.

“You hit two on-duty police constables. You must be punished for it,” said Gupta, slapping his baton on his palm gently.

“It was an accident, sir. It was too dark outside,” Olivia said softly.

“Didn’t you have headlights in your car,” he said sternly.

“Sir, let’s put them in lockup for four to five days. That will teach them a lesson,” the fat constable suggested, smirking.

“Please, sir, don’t put us in lockup. It will destroy my future and my life. No one will offer me a job,” Bahuputri pleaded, “there has to be another way.”

Just as those words escaped her mouth, my head fell. She may not have realised it, but I knew what was about to follow. I knew men. I knew what they would think when a woman made such an offer, even if it was done innocently. It’s just one thing they all want.

“So, another way,” he muttered, rounding behind us.

“She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. She’s ignorant,” I tried to reinterpret Bahuputri’s statement.

“Let me be the judge of that,” Inspector said teasingly. With his baton, he lifted my skirt. “Innocent,” he remarked sarcastically, admiring my naked ass. He moved over to Bahuputri. “Your future,” he continued in his sarcastic tone as he lifted Bahuputri’s skirt.

This time, he used his hands instead of his baton. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him caressing her bare white ass. Bahuputri arched her back and bit her lip. She was already feeling horny in the car. I knew she was getting aroused by his gentle caressing.

Inspector Gupta moved over to Olivia. Lifting her skirt, he pressed his crotch against her ass and ground her butt slowly. He rounded to the front and stood before Bahuputri. We three stood with our heads hanging in shame. With his baton, he slowly caressed Bahuputri’s thighs, gradually moving up.

With the tip of his stick, he rubbed her pussy. Bahuputir was getting restless. Her mouth gaped, and a soft moan escaped.

“Sir, I think she is ready for another way,” teased the fat constable.

“Then pick one for yourself,” said the Inspector, smiling.

The fat constable approached me. Grabbing my dress, he lifted it over my head and tossed it aside. He ran his hands all over my naked body to get the feel of my boobs and my pussy. He rubbed my clit, getting me warmed up.

The constable grabbed my hair and escorted me into one of the two lockups. His partner from earlier joined us. On the stone slab that served as a bed, they laid me down on my back. They took off their uniforms and dropped them on the floor.

The fat one shifted me, turning my pussy at an angle that was comfortable for him. My ass hung in the air, and my head pushed against the wall. Kneeling before me, he spread open my legs and buried his face between my thighs. His tongue wetting my pussy lips gently.

The other constable, massaging his cock in an attempt to get it up, sat next to my face. As the fat constable licked my pussy, I sucked on his friend’s dick, feeling it hardening in my mouth. My hand moved back and forth, matching the motion of my lips around his cock.

The fat constable parted my pussy lips and pushed his tongue inside. He licked the inside of my pussy, making me go wild. Moving my face away from the other constable’s cock, I let out a slow moan. The fat constable reared his head up and smiled. “Fuck me, please,” I pleaded.

He straightened me and pulled me closer to the edge. My left foot touched the floor, and my right heel, balancing on the edge, coiled around his thigh. He massaged my clit with the tip of his dick, sending me into a frenzy. With the licking and sucking, I was already warm. Now, I desired to be ravaged.

The fat constable pushed his cock inside me, and I gasped. His hands grabbed my waist as his cock pushed in and out of my cunt. “Ahh, Ahh, Ahh, Ahh, Ahh,” I moaned softly.

“How’s her pussy?” The other constable asked.

“Feels great,” the fat one answered.

“Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me,” I moaned, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. My boobs dancing on his movements.

“Take my dick, slut,” the other constable lifted my head and shoved his cock in my mouth. Grabbing my hair, he fucked my mouth. The tip of his dick reached to the back of my throat. When he pulled out, I gasped, trying to catch the air.

After the coughing stopped, my moans grew louder, “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Yes, Yes, Yes, Fuck me, Fuck me.”

My moans energised the fat constable. He pinned my thighs to the slab. My knees brushed against my big breasts. His heavy balls slapped my asshole as his dick drilled my pussy hard.

The other guy then pushed the fat constable away. He has had enough of waiting and wanted to feel my pussy on his dick. He sat on the slab and asked me to ride his cock on reverse cowgirl. Climbing atop of him, I guided his shaft into my cunt. His hands caressed my bare back. I faced the door of the lockup, turning my back to the man.

Olivia was on the wooden bench, sandwiched between two constables. One was under her, while the other was atop her. The young constable had hold of her blonde hair and was drilling her ass.

“Fuck, Fuck, my ass, my ass, fuck my ass, it hurts, ahh, it hurts, fuck, my asshole hurts, fuck,” she cried. The two constables laughed and continued to drill her pussy and ass together.

I began hopping on the constable’s dick. My tits bouncing with my movements. They slapped off my ribs like basketballs. My gaze shifted to Bahuputri, lying on her back on the Inspector’s desk. Inspector Gupta had laid her down at an angle from where I could see her face and his thick dick drilling her cunt.

The desk shuddered, and her round boobs rippled with his thrusts. A white fluid smeared around her pussy lips. The Inspector had already cummed in her once, I thought. “Fuck me, fuck me.. fuck me, harder, harder, fuck me harder, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh,” she moaned.

The Inspector made her climb down the desk and told her to bend over it. Spreading her buttcheeks wide, he pushed his brown cock inside her cum filled pussy. He began pounding her hard, slapping her butt cheeks along the way. “Yes, Like that, fuck me like that, fuck me like that,” she moaned.

The Inspector pulled his cock out after a few minutes. He waved in our direction and ordered the constables to bring me to him. The fat constable grabbed my hair and pulled me off his friend. In the room, Olivia, Bahuputri and I were made to go down on our knees.

The five men gathered in front of us and began shagging off. With collective grunts, their cocks exploded, dousing us with their cum. Our faces were covered in their white juices. Pushing it into our mouths, they made us lick their dicks clean.

“Give them their keys back. They are free to go now,” the Inspector declared.

After cleaning our faces and putting our clothes on, we climbed into our car and headed back to our home. Satisfied to the core, Bahuputri fell asleep instantly. It was early in the morning when we reached home. After taking a long shower and having a nice breakfast, I informed Vanshika of Sumit’s request.

She was excited to go over to her favourite brother and fulfil his needs. She had always enjoyed getting fucked by Sumit. The sex at the police station was amazing. We did have a few giggles talking about it for a few days that followed.

For me and Bahuputri, nothing much happened but for Olivia, it was a slight bump in the road. A baby bump. She had plans to move to the USA. But her pregnancy meant that she had to postpone the idea for a while.

So, guys, that is the third part of the story that started with my encounter with the Australian guy years ago. 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].

Olivia’s ID is [email protected], and Bahuputri’s ID is [email protected]. I’ll be back with the next part, where you’ll get to know more about my family and Savannah’s life as a new mother. Till then, it’s bye from my side.