Lacy & Her Uncles: Ch 03

"Ohh... that was so good. She sucked me clean off, buddy." Prem uncle clutched Lacy's head for a minute longer, reluctant to pull out of her warm mouth.

Now that his dick was rapidly softening, Lacy wanted to spit it out. She breathed deeply, fighting the urge to retch as thin ropes of his cum coated her throat. Some managed to dribble out of her lax mouth, running down her chin. Prem scooted back, wiping his slimy cock as best as he could on her lips. Looking down at the beautiful girl, her face smeared with tears, saliva and his cum, was a sight he would not soon forget.

"Ha! You are welcome, bhai (brother). Bechaari, jhad gayi mere muh main (Poor thing, she came all over my mouth)." Mohan uncle lapped up her drippings.

Lacy forced her useless muscles to move, pulling away from Prem uncle she pushed right into Mohan uncle. He was still holding her butt cheeks wide apart, his tongue cleaning up her spend, dipping into her twitching little puckered star. She couldn't wrap her head around the fact that Dimpi's father just made her cum with his tongue. That he was still sucking on her asshole, her pussy, over and over again.

That his tongue felt incredible.

"You lucky bastard. Kutte jaise chaat raha hai (licking at her like a dog)." Prem chuckled, watching his friend thoroughly enjoying himself with the girl's juicy holes.

"Har kutte ka din aata hai, bhai (every dog has its day, brother)," Mohan slurped and smacked his lips, "char saal se wait kar raha hoon, jee toh bharne de (have been waiting for four years, let me have my fill)."

Reeling from her intense orgasm, Lacy's reflexes were shot. Listening to the men talk so obscenely about her body should have disgusted her. But learning that her uncle had been plotting to defile her for four years was both scandalous and thrilling.

It took her a few seconds to understand that what was now poking her pussy was much larger than a tongue. The bulbous head of a cock was unmistakable as it nudged against her moist opening.

~ God, nooo... Mohan uncle cannot fuck me...

Lacy tried to move away from her best friend's father as he attempted to mount her. But in her spent state she could only feebly wiggle her butt, her knees barely able to hold her up. The spongy cockhead swiped her slit a few times, coating itself with her copious juices then Mohan uncle notched it at her entrance. With a mighty thrust, he pushed his turgid shaft inside Lacy's slick tunnel. Her pussy lips widened to accommodate the girth splitting her open, even as she tried to scramble away. Mohan uncle grabbed her hips in his bear-like hands, and thrust again, invading her by a few more inches.

"Mohan uncle... you can't... oh god, you are in me..." Lacy gasped, turning to look back at him.

Mohan uncle smiled, "Of course, beta (child)... I have waited so long for this." Then as he slid further inside her, his lips pulled back in a grimace of discomfort and bliss. He grunted, his massive frame shuddering once, he leaned forward using his body's weight, he plunged as much as he could of himself inside her. "Oh, that's tight... oh this choot (cunt) is so damn tight, Prem."

Lacy cried out at the sudden intrusion, her eyes tearing up all over again. Mohan uncle's cock was huge, even with her cunt juice to lube his invasion, Lacy's tiny passage burned.

"Yeah? She was tight on my fingers, bhai (brother). Tere lund pe toh iska rona nikal gaya (your cock has made her cry)." Prem uncle guffawed, watching his partner plow into Lacy. He stepped away, pulling his pants up and tucking his stubby dick in. He whipped his phone out to take a few more videos, capturing from different angles. Lacy, wobbled on her hands and knees while Mohan leaned over her back, forcing his thick member further in.

"Smile, beta (child)." Mohan uncle wrapped one meaty paw around her jaw, forcing her to look up as his friend snapped away. With his other hand he pulled her bodice down, working the stretchy fabric off her swinging tits. Free from their confines, he grabbed one boob, and pulled himself flush against Lacy. His cock was buried balls deep in the tightest little cunt he had ever felt. "She's better than I imagined... so small and tight... oh this choot is jaadu (cunt is magic)."

Lacy sobbed, eyes squeezed shut, hating that these sick men now had evidence of her violation. She knew all too well that the pictures and recordings will be used later, to god knows what extent.

~ What if papa sees these... oh, god... I'm ruined... how could Mohan uncle do this to me...

Mohan uncle enjoyed the desperate way Lacy's inner walls tightened, uselessly trying to push him out. He pulled her back up using her throat so Prem could record her unfettered tits. He picked on the half flaking pasties, and roughly peeled the stickers off her stiff peaks. Lacy squealed as the adhesive pulled hard at her sensitive nipples. For reasons unfathomable to her, Lacy's traitorous pussy loved this rough treatment, her muscles clamping down to massage the thick intruder. Crystalline nectar spilled down her snatch, drenching her thighs.

"You are so photogenic, Lacy beta (child). The camera loves her, Mohan." Prem smirked, reaching over to twist her brown nipple, then slapped it, watching with satisfaction as the tit bounced and swung. Stepping back, he panned the camera, taking in his beefy partner mounted on the small, plump, dark-skinned beauty. Her eyes were wild, face flushed red, lips swollen from sucking his cock, and a perfect pair of round tits flopping as Mohan rutted her.

"Can't wait to watch it later, bhai (brother). Peeche se bhi le (take it from the back)." Mohan uncle was grinding his cock, his big old saggy butt tightening and relaxing as he let his cock soak inside her pussy. "See how wet her choot (cunt) is."

Prem uncle side stepped around them on the floor, manoeuvring in the cramped space. Mohan uncle pulled out halfway so Prem could record the juicy mess Lacy's cunt had made.

"Bhai (brother)!' Prem exclaimed, zooming in to get the vicious way his buddy's cock was stretching the tiny hole. Lacy's pussy lips were flattened to the max, and still her sweet syrup managed to leak out. "Fit kar diya tunne (you managed to fit)."

"She's loving it, look at her choot (cunt) flowing." Mohan chuckled, wiggling his ass. Impaled on the massive meatpole, Lacy's ass shuddered helplessly.

"No... please, uncle... don't..." Lacy cried, hating how both her uncles were oblivious to her protests.

Mohan uncle flexed his hips and with a wet sucking sound, his baton of a prick sunk into Lacy. He repeated the action a few more times, both the men grinning at the profane visual. The video caught the scene in graphic detail.

"Chal (okay) buddy, I better head back out. Enjoy yourself, but you'll have to hurry up. Aane main bahut der laga di tunne (you took a long time to come)." Prem thumped Mohan on his shoulder.

"Arre (oh), Dimpi was looking for our Lacy, I had to distract her." Mohan held on to the girl's throat and her boob as leverage, and began to pump into her with slow, deep strokes. Lacy gasped, the sting from her nipple fading in comparison to the sensation of being filled to the brim. She had no clue how big Mohan uncle's dick was but the way he was splitting her open with each thrust, she figured he was definitely bigger than both her ex-boyfriend and Prem uncle.

"I'll give you 15 minutes. Make it worth it." Prem uncle smacked her on the ass before quickly exiting the washroom.

Left alone with the man she used to love having Sunday brunch with, Lacy looked back at him, her tears rolling down. Mohan uncle pulled her up, forcing her down on what appeared to be a tree trunk of a cock, till his barrel chest was flush against her slender back. Pressing his face to the side of her head, he licked at a stray tear. "I wish I had more time Lacy beta (child). I wanted to enjoy your sweet little choot (cunt)."

"Uncle, please stop..." Lacy shivered, her hands grappling with his meaty arms holding her captive. His gentle voice in rank contrast to the callous way his penis lanced her dribbling hole. Her attempts to swat away his grip amused him. "How can you... oh god you are too big, Mohan uncle... please stop."

"But you are perfectly tight, my dear." To emphasise his point, he withdrew till only his cockhead nestled at her entrance, then stabbed inside with a force that made Lacy see stars. She cried out, her tight hole struggling to adjust to his shape. He repeated the move till Lacy was a whimpering mess in his arms. Her pussy worked overtime to release more juices, growing slimier and slicker. The small puddle under her legs grew larger. Lacy slumped against him, trying to relax her cunt so it wouldn't clamp down on the monstrous intruder.

His power and strength left her speechless. That teddy-bear persona she was so fond of had been hiding a lust-crazed, lecherous predator. She felt horrible thinking of the number of times she had sought his comforting hugs. Was he just enjoying pressing his thick old body to hers? Like he was currently enjoying her defenceless velvet passage, ramming and stretching her open with his meatpole. Waves of betrayal and enjoyment swirled through Lacy. Even though she was appalled at what Mohan uncle was doing, her body rode the wave of euphoria building within her.

Just as with Prem uncle, the only sensible thought Lacy could muster was to get Mohan uncle to cum. Before she could cum. Before anyone else came in. Both of those would be bad.

~ What if that horrible man sends someone else in... his friend... I have to get out of here... I have to make him cum...

Lacy tilted her hips, widening her knees as much as the panties stuck to her knees would allow. The angle gave a little of her control back, and she pushed back, moaning with reluctant pleasure. She could deny it all she wanted, but the hard dick plumbing her moist depths was incredibly stimulating, her pussy loved his cock.

"Shabash, beta (that's it, child), spread your legs," Mohan uncle grunted in approval, speeding up his thrusting. With her wider stance he was able to reach even father inside her, bumping against her cervix. "Time hota toh teri choot acche se kholta (if I had time I'd open your pussy up nicely)." He pulled back slightly to watch his pink cock piston in and out of chocolate brown pussy lips stretched impossibly wide. The edges of Lacy's leaking hole was whipping up a creamy mix of her juices and his saliva. Each plunge inside the whimpering girl coated his tumid sausage with fresh pussy glaze. "Kitni geeli ho beta, pyaari geeli tight choot... (how wet you are child, lovely wet tight cunt)..." Mohan cooed, transfixed at the sight of Lacy's helpless pussy swallowing his cock whole.

Lacy bit her lip, hating how even now his words brought her so much gratification. Her mind soaked up his vulgar praise, her body subconsciously arching to provide him with a better access to gouge her cunt. Despite the circumstance of how she ended up here, on her knees in a public washroom, with her father's closest friend riding her like a common whore, Lacy knew she was heading straight towards another orgasm. Her inexperienced pussy couldn't handle his huge tool, heat building and rising alarmingly within her sex.

~ Why does he feel so good inside me... he's so big... so thick... I am going cum...

The small room filled with the sounds of breathless moans and grunts, the wet slap of skin against skin, and lewd squelching of Lacy's swollen pussy. Mohan relished the sexy young girl's subjugation, thrilling in her acceptance. She had stopped trying to get away, and was now enthusiastically humping his cock. Rivulets of sweat rolled down her lithe back, catching in the dress bunched around her waist. Her ass bounced and shook, her lovely brown skin glistened under the artificial lights. He knew he was short on time, so he grabbed her flailing tits, tucked his hips forward and started to ram himself inside her. His thrusting became uncoordinated, just mindless bucking towards a singular goal of filling this girl with his cum.

Lacy froze for a few seconds with the change in Mohan uncle's fucking. His grip on her tits was severe, his pudgy fingers digging into the pillow soft flesh to hold her in place as he pounded away. Her head wobbled with the force of his thrusts, her hair flipping wildly. Inside her heated cunt, she could feel his prick becoming even bigger, stretching her impossibly wider. Fear of unimaginable proportion swamped Lacy, suddenly realising that Mohan uncle was rooting around inside her completely raw.

"Uncle.. uncle... please pull out..." Lacy gasped, trying to form coherent words as her body gets impaled repeatedly. Eye wide, her mind raced with panic when Mohan uncle doesn't slow down or pull out. In fact he doubled his momentum, slamming into her from behind, ensuring the entire length of his cock buried itself in her gushing hole. The increased assault fuelled her own overblown senses, and her needy pussy pulsed frantically around him. She sobbed as she chased the wave of ecstasy approaching, unable to squash it.

Mohan uncle moved his fingers to grip her enlarged nipples, pinching them hard. With the way his cock thrusted erratically, the poor girl had no chance. Lacy screamed, the tidal wave cresting and crashing through her ravaged body. She spasmed so hard, her pussy clenched like a vice around the cock swelling inside her. Unable to withstand the incredible pressure, Mohan uncle fucked her like a crazed lunatic, sawing through her orgasm as he exploded. Losing his balance the old man crashed into the nubile body he had been violating, his engorged shaft spat out thick globs of cum deep inside Lacy.

"Oh, god, no no nooo..." Lacy wailed, feeling his spunk jet inside her unprotected, fertile cunt.

"Oh, god, yes yes yesss..." Mohan uncle crowed, enjoying her pussy's powerful contractions milk his cream out from his balls.

"How could you? You came in me..." Lacy grunted, squished under the enormous girth of her uncle, his cock wedged deep inside her.

"Thank you, beta (child)... mazza aagaya (enjoyed a lot)." Mohan uncle puckered his thin lips and kissed her tear-stained cheek. He hated pulling out of her warm wet tunnel but was aware of the ticking clock. Thrusting one final time as if to deposit the last of his cum in her cunt, he heaved and pulled himself out. Sitting back on his legs, he watched his thick seed seep out of her ravaged pussy. The thick goo white against her bright pink inner hole, framed by puffy dark brown lips. Her twitching asshole called out to him, and if he had more time he would have given that little orifice more attention. Sighing, he got up, wishing he had his phone on him or that Prem was here to record this beautiful sight.

Lacy lay prone on the floor, trying to catch her breath. Every muscle in her body ached, her legs trembled intermittently. She should care that it was probably a dirty floor, but the cool tile felt soothing against her sore breasts. Though the flow of cum seeping out of her battered pussy, felt slimy and gross, her cunt basked in the throes of her orgasm, still fluttering vacantly.

Behind her, Mohan uncle was lumbering to his feet, panting heavily. It had been ages since he'd done any physical activity this strenuous. He certainly had not cum this hard in decades. His legs shook with the strain to hold him up, but he managed to stand up. He spent some time righting his clothes, and putting his flaccid dick away. Sighing deeply, he yawned. "Hai bhagwan, kripa kar (Oh, Lord, have mercy)."

Lacy cringed at his loud yowl. She hated hearing his familiar phrase, now knowing that he was not a benign father-figure. But a degenerate defiler.

~ Get up, get off the floor you idiot... stop mooning... before someone else comes in...

Lacy scrambled to her feet, her high heels wobbling dangerously. She squatted to take the straps off, and Mohan uncle's thick cum oozed out of her aching pussy and splattered to the floor. The sight sickened her.

"Okay, beta (child), I'll see you out there." Mohan uncle casually addressed her, as if he hadn't just teamed up with his asshole friend to ravage her. Turning, he thread heavily away, the door swinging shut behind him.

Dumbfounded at his nonchalance, Lacy shook herself and grabbed some tissues to wipe as much of the cum leaking out of her as she could. She pulled her g-string and then her bodice back on. Without the pasties her hard nipples poked up obscenely. She glanced at the mirror, shocked at the girl staring back at her. Hair in complete disarray, her face was a mess of fluids and color. She splashed water on herself and cleaned the evidence of Prem uncle's vile deposit. Finger combing her hair, she made herself look as presentable as possible.

Standing just behind the door, Lacy took deep, long breaths. She was not at all ready to go back out there. The g-string had already become soaked with the cum dribbling out of her.

~ I don't want to face them... and Dimpi... how will I face her...

Steadying herself, Lacy exited the washroom. Walking barefoot she made her way back to her designated spot. Thankfully, since it was late, most of the guests had left, leaving only a few stragglers behind. Lacy could not spot the two uncles anywhere. Her relief was short lived as Dimple squealed and came trotting over.

"Where were you, babe? I have to tell you something MAJOR!" Dimple gushed, barely able to contain her glee. Then she took another look at her friend and her appearance. "Are you okay? You look like you have been crying!"

Lacy blurted the first thing that came to her head. "I tripped. These heels..."

"Oh, you poor thing!" Dimple quickly pulled her into a hug. "The event is over, you can relax now. You really bawled your eyes out, huh."

Grateful for her friend's concern, Lacy was relieved her lie worked. But she wanted to keep Dimple distracted, lest she examined her too closely and figured out the truth. "What were you going to tell me? Give me the goss."

Dimple squealed again, a little less loudly. "Babe, Shailey told me that one of the girls got fucked in the office washroom. Can you believe it? Shailey heard sounds of loud sex. Apparently, some girl took two men in and screwed their brains out."

Lacy stared at her friend, trying to work her facial muscles into rapt attention, instead of dawning horror.

"I'll bet that bitch got like 5 confirmations each using her pussy." Dimple griped, pouting. "I mean if that option was on the table, I'd have taken a couple of these old farts for a nice little ride myself."

Lacy shuddered with disgust. She didn't want to imagine Dimple riding anyone, and she definitely did not want her to find out that it was Lacy who had gotten plowed in the bathroom by her dad and his partner. She smiled weakly, worried Dimple would smell the reek of sex emanating from her.

"Are my two beauties ready to go home?" Mohan uncle's voice makes Lacy jump in alarm.

"Papa!" Dimple hugged her father. "We are dying to go. Lacy tripped, so you will have to help her to the car."

Lacy shook her head, mumbling her refusal for help, but Mohan uncle wrapped her in his signature bear-hug. "Oh, you poor thing. I'll help you, beta (child). Dimpi, take the keys and go get the car to the exit."

Once Dimple rushes off with the keys, Mohan uncle's paw slithers down to cup Lacy's butt. Squeezing the plump flesh, he pulls her even closer. "I know how much you loved 'tripping' all over my cock, beta (child)." His smile was insufferably sweet.

"Uncle... stop... I didn't!" Lacy tried to wiggle out of his embrace but the hand holding her ass clamps down harder.

"The way you took my cum, your choot (cunt)... uff." Mohan uncle made the chef's kiss gesture, ruining it forever for Lacy.

She was amazed that he had no remorse for violating her. "Mohan uncle, how... how could you...?"