Bang Bang with Monstrous Cock: Part 2 Shweta's Two-in-One Dare

 Bang Bang with Monstrous Cock

Part 2  Shweta's Two-in-One Dare

I am amazed at men who are very brilliant, sharp, and intelligent in office matters but are totally blind, deaf, and ignorant in domestic matters.  I am not talking just about Varun, my husband, but the male species, in general. 

After Henry, the South African giant with a 14-inch cock fucked and ravaged my and my mother-in-law Bhakti’s cunts, we were both limping when Varun returned from his tour after two days. He did not find anything odd that his wife and Mom were suffering from the same maladies; both were limping, and both were wincing when sitting.  He mouthed some sympathetic words, enquired about creams and medicines….and that’s all, no suspicion whatever. 

When he was poking me in the buttocks with his hard-on at bedtime, I gave him a blow job and swallowed his cum without gagging. As I was drifting into sleep, he asked me if his Mom’s cunt was less painful. I told him to leave her alone as her infection was worse. 

The next day, Bhakti, my MIL, told me that he approached her in the morning and she also gave him a blow job. I was quite angry and wanted to blast him, but she pacified me, lecturing about the needs of men. 

I recovered faster, maybe because I was younger or maybe because Henry was far gentler with me than with Bhakti. So my fucking sessions with Varun resumed, and after a couple of days, Bhakti also joined. 

Henry’s 14-inch cock had done something to my mother-in-law, Bhakti. It opened some lock in the floodgates of her sexuality or activated some nerves in her cunt with the result she became forever hungry, horny, and lusty like a young bride after nuptials or a teenage boy who had just fucked a lady. It looked like she wanted to lap up everything that she missed out on due to her conservatism. 

She could not have enough of my tits and cunt. Once every 15 to 20 minutes, she would come, take my head in her hands, and kiss passionately, sucking my tongue and licking all corners of my mouth, squeezing my boobs and buttocks. When I am watching TV, suddenly she would lie in my lap and suck my breast like a baby or lick my cunt when I am cutting vegetables sitting in a chair. She bought nighties with Velcro strips, which need to be just pulled to open for easy access to tits and cunts, unlike nighties with hooks and buttons. 

I also found myself responding and paying her back in the same coin. I stopped calling her ‘Maa ji'. It is now ‘Bhakti', ‘Darling', or ‘Love’.  We were like bitches in heat, always licking and sucking. 

I would call sometimes “Bhaktiiiiii, baby, where are you, come to mama for feeding…” 

 She became so incorrigible; she couldn’t stay away even in public places. In the supermarket, if no one was around, she would kiss me, squeeze my boobs behind some racks, or finger my cunt in taxis under the cover of a handbag. 

One day, when she was teasing me, not licking my cunt but just kissing on the mound and lips and lightly licking pussy lips, and when I lifted my crotch to press into her mouth, she moved her face away, smiling. 

She wanted to make me beg her. I lost patience and shouted at her, “You bitch, when you scold and rant at your daughter-in-law, your tongue is like a whip, long and harsh, but when it comes to licking her cunt, why is it so small like your clit? Shove your meter-long tongue and lick all corners.”  

She was shell-shocked. I was also suddenly scared. In my enthusiasm, I forgot she was my mother-in-law, and all the cruel Saas bahu serials and Lalita Pawars flashed in my mind. 

Bhakti stood up naked, haughtily stared at me, “You ungrateful bitch, I should not have told Henry to be gentle with you, I should have asked him to tear your cunt and ass apart…” she was shouting as she came into 69 position and clamped her overflowing cunt on my lips and started licking my cunt like a woman possessed. 

We discovered to our shock that we were getting turned on and flowing by buckets when we gave each other choicest abuses. Now our vocabulary was replete with “Randi”, “Whore”, “Bitch”, “Slut”, accompanied with sentences that would have made prostitutes in red light areas blush. 

While we were abusing each other, we would be kissing, sucking, and licking with gay abandon. She would taunt me that she would get me fucked in all three holes so badly that I would be able to only move about on my knees and hands, and I would retort that would be like heaven when compared to what I planned to do to her nine holes, and she would only crawl. But we would not be shouting, but talking in low, sexy, hissing whispers, driving us both into crazy orgasms. 

One day, as we lay in each other’s arms, exhausted after a heavy-duty licking and sucking session. Bhakti smiled at me and asked where I learned such raunchy language; only prostitutes can talk like that. 

I replied that in my Grandfather’s village, women always used to clash at the common water taps, and I used to listen to their fights and their rants. Bhakti said she learnt from her Grandpa’s workers in the fields. 

She looked at me speculatively and, pulling my nipples, asked me, “What is your fantasy?” 

Without any hesitation, I told her, “To get fucked by one teenage cock and one middle-aged cock”.

Bhakti laughed, “One in cunt and another in Anus?” Now she was squeezing both tits. 

I shook my head, “No. Both in cunt” 

Her hands stopped in a squeezed position. “Whatever gave you the idea that you can take two cocks in your cunt?” she asked unbelievingly. 

“When Henry was fucking me, I had the wild idea. If I can take his huge cock, I can take two average-sized cocks easily,” I told her and laughed, ‘Don’t worry, it is just a fantasy. I will preserve my cunt for your son.” 

She also laughed heartily and said that her fantasy was now to see two cocks fuck her whorish daughter-in-law’s cunt. 

But we were careful in Varun’s presence. We didn’t want him to think his wife and Mom were sluts. Before Henry’s incident, Varun used to fuck me in the nights and his Mom in the morning. After Henry's episode, Bhakti was sleeping on our bed and sharing Varun with me. Since we wanted one more child, Varun did not get sterilized, and we were using condoms. Bhakti wanted to be fucked without condoms. So, he used to fuck us alternately, and when he was about to cum, he would take out the condom and fill Bhakti’s cunt. 

We were all so happy and got used to the routine, but when it came, it floored us. 

I lifted the phone when Bhakti was sucking my left tit. It was Prakash, my Sasurji, Father-in-law. 

“Hi, Shweta, how are you? His booming voice was very jovial. 

“Namaste, papa ji, where are you? We are all fine,” I told him. 

“I am coming by tonight's evening flight. Ask if Varun can receive me, or I will come by Taxi. Tell Bhakti to get ready. We will go back by tomorrow morning flight,” he told me. 

“No problem, we will receive you,” I told him, and took details of his flight. 

Suddenly, there was a vacuum and uneasy silence. Bhakti silently got up, went, and changed into her traditional dress. I also put on my regular dress. We knew our affair was drawing to an end. 

I hugged her and could not hold back my tears as I begged her to let Prakash go; she could go a week later.  Her eyes also welled up, but she told me to come and stay with them…. 

…… “Hurry up, or else we will be late. I have to tell Dad to come by taxi if you delay any further,” Varun was yelling. 

“Give me a minute. I am coming,” I shouted back and looked in panic at the heap of blouses, which had become very tight. 

“It is entirely your fault, Bhakti. Before you came, all the blouses were fitting nicely. “I accused.  

Bhakti smiled and said, “Why blame me? Your hubby and son also suck your tits.”

“Yes, but not 24x7 like you. I will wear a chudidar kurta,” I pleaded with her. 

“No. Prakash is very finicky about it. What is wrong with that black blouse?” Bhakti asked. 

“It has a very low neck. Only areolas and nipples will be covered,” I told her. 

“Don’t waste time. Wear that blouse and red saree. And cover with pallau and hold it with a safety pin, it will be ok,” Bhakti advised. Accordingly, I got dressed up and sat in the car, and after initial flaring up, Varun cooled down.  

As Varun was speeding up, I fished in my bag for safety pins. There were none. 

“Oh, no,” I exclaimed and asked Bhakti to see in her bag also. She also didn’t have. Now I was in panic. 

No matter how much care one may take to keep the pallu in place, it will be impossible to completely cover the boobs all the time. I thought, at least I am wearing a bra, so there is no danger of boobs spilling out of the blouse when I bend to touch Father-in-Law’s feet. But my relief was short-lived. 

“Are you wearing a bra?” Bhakti whispered in my ear. 

“Yes. Why?” I asked, confused. 

“Why are your nipples jutting out?’ Bhakti whispered again. I looked down, sure enough, they were like marbles placed on my blouse. 

I clutched my forehead. I was wearing the kinky bra Varun brought from abroad, which had holes for nipples. I thought of changing, but in the last minute forgot due to Varun’s hustling. 

Bhakti’s eyes sparkled as she wagged her finger in my face,” Don’t get any ideas to seduce Prakash. I am not liberal like you to share hubby.’ I looked daggers at her. 

We were waiting for maybe 15 minutes when we saw Prakash coming out and waving to us.

“My God, he is so handsome,” I thought as I saw the tall, athletic figure approaching us. He had lost a lot of weight and must have been working out in the gym. His shock of grey hair was the only indication of his age. 

“Papa, you look so fit, like Vinod Khanna,” I complimented as I handed over Rahul to him. Prakash was delighted that his grandson came so readily into his arms and planted a kiss. 

“Why do you insult me? You could have said I look like Hritik or Salman?” he teased me.  Varun and I bent to touch his feet… and my pallu got dislodged, exposing my milk white boobs and ample cleavage. My F.I.L dragged his eyes away with great difficulty as I managed to cover again. 

Varun brought car, Bhakti sat in front and I and Prakash sat in the rear with Rahul sitting in his lap. I was feeling embarrassed as Prakash’s eyes were boring into my cleavage and my blouse. Rahul climbed from Grandpa’s lap and sat between us.  Prakash was telling about his overseas experiences and was ruffling Rahul’s hair. As Rahul was snuggling close to me, Prakash’s fingers brushed against my right tit. 

I stiffened and thought that maybe it was accidental, but a few seconds later, again his fingers pressed more firmly into my tit. I looked at Varun and Bhakti; they were looking ahead. I moved my right hand to give his hand more room and arranged my pallau strategically to cover his hand.  I was looking out from the window as he freely squeezed my boob and was surprised to feel my nipple. He hastily took out his hand when Bhakti turned back to ask him something. 

As we were approaching our house, Rahul spilled some chocolates from the cover, and some landed in Prakash’s lap. I gently admonished Rahul and instinctively picked up chocolates from his lap and felt his cock give a jerk. I placed my hand and pressed his straining, warm cock for a few seconds, and reluctantly removed my hand. 

After we had dinner, we went to our bedrooms.  We did not fuck; we were not in the mood. Varun and I were depressed that his Mom was going the next day. 

The next morning, as I was making coffee, Bhakti came into the kitchen. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes red, and her face puffed up. I laughed and told her that she looked like a bride after the first night’s fucking session, and she avoided looking at me. 

“Yes, I can’t recollect when Prakash fucked me like this before. I suspect you have something to do with it. Did you allow him to fondle you in the car?” she asked suspiciously. Somehow, I diverted the topic. 

They left in the afternoon. Our house was like a school on Sunday, so lonely, so boring. I could not imagine how we were living without Bhakti before. 

Our lives were slowly limping back to our normal routine when another big jolt came. Varun was selected for a 45-day foreign tour for seminars, and I could not accompany him because of hectic schedules. 

“Why don’t you stay with your parents?’ Varun suggested. 

I shook my head; I wanted to stay with my in-laws.   

Bhakti received me at the airport. Prakash was, as usual, on tour.  As soon as we were in the house, Bhakti was all over me. We were naked in no time and had a passionate session. 

 Later, as we lay in each other's arms, smiling contentedly, Bhakti told me seriously, “I have a confession to make”. 

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