Lacy & Her Uncles: Ch 04

Lacy managed to blow off Day 2 of the event by claiming she got food poisoning. The excuse was believable, and Dimple was sympathetic instead of pushy. Their conversation that night was mostly gossip--which girl got how many confirmations, Dimple and Puja were neck to neck in their tally (13 each), the mystery girl who got fucked in the washroom, and that Dimple's father and Prem uncle came by looking for Lacy.

The last bit bothered Lacy. The nerve of those old bastards, being so casual about what they did to her.

For a fleeting moment she had thought about telling her father. But had immediately dropped it. If he ever saw those videos she would never be able to look him in the eye again.

~ Did it even look like I was being forced... they made me cum so hard...

The question perplexed her. She had not wanted to like any of it, but the way her body had responded to their mistreatment, made her wonder if she was some closet-slut.

Her father was traveling this week so she had the house to herself. She distracted herself by watching TV. But the acts both men performed on her spun in a loop in her head--sucking down on Prem uncle's stubby dick, the vile taste of his cum, how much it hurt to fit Mohan uncle's huge penis inside her, the powerful way he fucked her forcing her to cum all over his cock, and how he ejaculated so deep within her. The last thought had sent her panicking, she was not on any birth control. She tried buying the morning-after pill, but didn't have the nerve to go ask that face to face from a pharmacist.

~ What will they think... that I'm a slut... who let a man cum inside me... good decent girls don't do that... ugh....

Even though the semen Mohan uncle deposited in her had probably all leaked out, Lacy had douched herself for good measure. But she could still feel the ghost of his thick spunk sloshing inside. Her Google search told her sperm apparently can stay viable for up to 3 days insider her body. The information should sicken her, but her pussy had been in a state of semi-arousal all day.

"Babe, you have to come tomorrow. It's the last day and there is an after-party. DJ RapBoi is gonna be there!" Dimple begged, her voice rising in excitement.

"Dimpi, I'll try... I'm still feeling a little queasy." Lacy couldn't think of another excuse.

"Take your meds and sleep early today. I will pick you up tomorrow as papa is busy. And, don't worry about your payment. Papa even said you don't have to host, you can just hang back with them." Dimple's suggested innocently.

"No!" Lacy squawked, "I don't want to hang back with them... I mean no need to trouble your father."

"Arre (oh) it's no trouble. You rest now, okay, babe. I'll see you tomorrow... we'll have funnnn!" Dimple emitted her signature squeal of excitement.

Sighing, Lacy hung up. She would have to go tomorrow. Not just to avoid Dimple's suspicion, but she also wanted her pay check. She would ensure she was never alone with either of her uncles.

The event goes by without incident. The guests still groped her, brushing against her tits or grabbing her butt. She could no longer tell if she didn't enjoy it, because every strange hand on her body felt a little thrilling. She told herself it was for the money, and racked up 5 more site visits.

Her gaze roved over the crowd, her ears and eyes were sharply tuned to hear or spot either of her two lecherous uncles. Apparently, the after-party invite had gone out to the whole clan of father's friends, including him. Thankfully he wouldn't be here as he was off on business, but she spotted a few of his friends. The absence of Prem and Mohan felt like a bad omen.

Dimple came by at end of the event, a huge grin dancing on the pretty girl's face. "Wanna meet my new sugga-papa?" she drawled.

Lacy's welcoming smile evaporated. "Oh, god, doond liya tunne (you found him)?"

"Yesterday itself." Dimple winked. She slung her arm through Lacy's, turning her to face the crowd. "Udhar dekh (look there), in that beige linen shirt with the shades on."

Lacy sifted through the throng of middle-aged men, many in beige shirts, till she spotted the one with sunglasses on. He was portly, bald, and she could see the gold filling in his teeth flash when he laughed. "Baap re (oh dear), Dimpi! He looks like a rakshash (demon). How can you want him?"

Dimple cackled loudly. "I don't want him for his looks, silly. That's Jignesh Saini, he owns the cruise line, Red Star. He is loaded like hell." She pulled Lacy closer, "besides, I actually enjoy fucking these ugly assholes. They are so desperate to be with a hot young pussy, they fuck like animals. It's insane fun, babe."

Lacy blinked at Dimple's explanation. Isn't that exactly how Dimple's father and Prem uncle had violated her last evening? They had been crazed with lust. So rough and desperate.

~ For fours years... Mohan uncle said... he had been lusting after me for that long... and when he had me he went crazy...

Lacy's pussy contracted involuntarily to the memory of her uncle's huge cock thrusting inside her. All the dirty things he had said to her, about her... she cringes, unable to even voice the vulgar hindi word for pussy.

~ Was it 'insane' fun, though? To be treated like that... no, it wasn't... ravaged on a bathroom floor... god, no... sex with my BF had been nicer... just that I never had any orgasms with him... hmmm...

Lacy's internal monologue gets interrupted when Dimple clutched her tightly again. "Babe!" she squeaked, "why don't you get one as well? You will never need to work or be in stupid HR."

"No, thank you. I don't think I can... let some fat old man fuck me like an animal." Lacy finished lamely. That was a lie and she knew it. She had let 2 fat old men fuck her like animals.

"C'mon, don't knock it till you try it." Grinning, Dimple waggled her brows suggestively.

Feeling like a trashy imposter, Lacy pursed her lips, uncomfortable with the visions in her head. She had tried it, hadn't she? And had let both men dump their cum in her.

~ God, what if I'm already pregnant? What if Dimpi's sister or brother is growing in me... oh, no no no no...

Lacy's blanched pallor doesn't go unnoticed by Dimple. "Are you feeling okay, babe?"

Before Lacy could come up with a follow-up lie to her food poisoning one, big burly arms wrap them both up in a bear hug. Dimple squealed so loudly, Lacy loses her hearing in one ear. " PAPA! Stop!"

"I can't stop! My two beauties, gossiping away, huh!" Mohan uncle chortled, squeezing them again for good measure. He wasn't alone, a couple of his friends had tagged along. Everything within Lacy tightened--her tummy, her thighs, and her pussy. As if responding to the proximity of the owner of the ghost spunk, her sex woke up to full arousal state.

"Papa, please." Dimple giggled. "Lacy is still not feeling well, so be gentle with her." She admonished her father.

"Oh, of course, my poor girl. I plan on being very gentle." Mohan uncle pulled back, smiling as he gave Lacy a once over. Embarrassed, Lacy's gaze fluttered over the men, who all had wide smiles on. "Don't worry, I have just the meds for you." Mohan uncle patted his pants.

Shocked at his audacity, Lacy gaped at him. Mohan uncle fished around in his pant pocket and brought out a brown paper bag. She took the bag from him, suspicious but also curious. While Dimple launched into a mini-tirade about the horrible Punjabi songs being played, Lacy surreptitiously peaked inside the packet.

It was a morning-after pill.

Surprise and shame swirled within her. Blushing furiously, she raised her eyes and found Mohan uncle smiling warmly down at her. She wanted to hate him, she wanted to thank him, but all she could do was quickly extract the pill from its blister packaging and swallow it down with water.

"Hope you are doing better, Lacy. I heard you took quite a spill yesterday." Mahinder uncle leaned in closer to ask Lacy quietly. She could only nod, plastering a tired smile. Tall and reed thin, Mahinder had been always cordial with her, but she could no longer tell which of these men were safe. Up until yesterday she had believed Mohan uncle was harmless.

"You can rest in the VIP box, we have booked number 8." Sushil uncle, distractedly looked up from his phone long enough to randomly point to the edge of the lawn where the black VIP rooms had been set up. Built at an elevation, the boxes were accessible only with keycards, and allowed exclusive patrons to enjoy their private celebrations.

~ There is no way in hell I am going inside that box with any of you...

A series of pings going off on phones around her interrupted her thoughts. She noticed Sushil uncle's reaction first, as his eyebrows shot up and he snorted loudly. Mahinder mumbled a 'kya bhai (what man)', thumbing his phone. A flurry of alarm bells clang inside Lacy's head, as she looks at from one uncle to another. He gaze reluctantly lands on Mohan uncle, who too was tapping on his phone, and grinning widely. In the midst of all this, Dimple was still on her rant about the music.

Mohan uncle finished his typing, and quickly pacified Dimple by pointing out DJ RapBoi climbing up on the stage to start the party. She squealed and dragged Lacy to dance floor. Weaving between the dense crowd, Lacy couldn't help but look back, her heart thudding when all 3 uncles look back at her, smirking.

~ Oh, god, what was that about... it can't be... he wouldn't... would he...

As if on cue, a smiling Prem uncle joined the trio, waving his phone. Before the swell of people cut off her view, the 4 men laughed, shaking each other's hands and thumping each other's back.

~ Why did they all look at me... oh, god... do they know... how could he...

Oblivious to Lacy's spiralling, Dimple pulled Lacy into dancing with her. DJ RapBoi, resplendent in multiple gold chains and a shredded denim vest, soon had the crowd pumping with his rap plus Bollywood mixes. Lacy felt ill, barely moving to the beat. She fervently hoped the pill was already busy killing Mohan uncle's sperm.

Dimple shoved an LIIT at Lacy. "Cheers, babe! Woohoo! C'mon dance with me!"

Grasping the plastic tumbler, Lacy sucked hard at the straw. She badly needed something strong to keep the panic ringing within her at bay. The hit of alcohol warmed her chest, spreading comforting heat through her body. By the end of her second drink, Lacy was dancing to the kind of music that normally made her barf. The buzz of alcohol had convinced her that what she saw with the uncles had just been her negative wishful thinking. There was no way those two leches would risk outing themselves on how they ambushed and violated her. Not all her father friends could be perverts.

Grateful for Dimple's exuberant enthusiasm, Lacy drank and danced for a long while, trying to forget everything that happened in the washroom yesterday. Gyrating to a bawdy song about women's fleshy hips, Dimple shouted to be heard over the din, "Babe! Jigneshji wants me to join him in VIP booth 3... for a private party." She laughed loudly, her cheeks flushed bright pink.

"Ohh... you go have fun then, Dimpi." Lacy pouted and slurred, feeling the effects of the multiple LIITs. The warm night, the buzz of the drinks and the raucous music grated on Lacy's senses. Her dress was almost soaked with sweat.

"Not leaving you here, babe... doncha worry. Come with meee." Dimple towed her through the throng of dancing people, both stumbling and laughing at their uncoordinated gait. Stopping abruptly at the booth's entrance, Dimple tried to catch Lacy as she crashed against the wood. Erupting into uncontrollable giggles, the girls rapped loudly on the door. It swung open, making Lacy lose her balance and fall straight into a man's arms.

"Ye kya (what's this), special delivery!" Sushil uncle chuckled, righting Lacy against his chest.

"Noo, wrong delivery..." Lacy mumbled, squinting up at him, confused why he would be in this box.

"Babe, you rest and relax here. I have a date to attend to!" Dimple hugged Lacy tightly, kissing her cheek before succumbing to more giggles.

"But this isn't 3, Dimpiiii..." Lacy half wailed, half giggled, trying to keep her hold on Dimple.

"It's 8, silly! I can't leave you alone on the dance floor... Papa! Take care of my babe!" Dimple squealed, waving and blowing kisses.

"Of course, beta (child)! She's our babe now." Mohan uncle called out from behind.

Lacy's 'nooo' gets lost as the door closed.

Sushil uncle pulled Lacy into the small enclosure. "Make room for our special guest, bhailog (brothers)."

Turning, Lacy barely noticed the soft lighting, or the couch, or the beanbags, or the coffee table in the centre littered with snacks and drinks. Her gaze ran through all the men present, her heart beat cantering. The speaker system allowed the music from the party to blare inside.

"Sit here, Lacy beta (child)." Mahinder uncle patted the seat between him and Prem uncle, whose smile was wicked.

"I want to leave..." Lacy pleaded.

"If you leave, the party will end. Aur, party toh abhi shuru hui hai (and, the party has just started)." Sushil faced her to the room and hugged her tightly, his arms over her tits.

"We have seen the preview, but we want the immersive experience." Mahinder uncle chuckled.

"Yekin karo, bhailog, immersive experience hila dega (believe me, brothers, the immersive experience will shake you)." Mohan uncle leaned back in the beanbag, his massive weight squishing the puffy bag down.

"Hilana nahin hai. Gaardna hai (we don't want to shake, we want to bury)." Prem uncle barked out, slapping his thigh. The men erupted into rowdy laughter.

Lacy squirmed, trying to wiggle out of Sushil uncle's hold. The whole scene looked like it was from a really bad C-grade Hindi movie, where the villains surrounded the pathetic heroine to ravage her.

"Hey, Sushil! Tell us if those are real?" Mahinder uncle asked.

Before Lacy could understand what he meant, she felt a mighty tug and found the stretchy bodice of her dress pushed down. Her beautiful brown 34C tits bounced into Sushil uncle's hands. Lacy gasped as his fingers massaged the round globes, the peach coloured pasties covering her nipples looked like small flowers blooming against her dark skin. He quickly peeled the pasties off, making Lacy whimper as her nipples are pulled with the adhesive. "Ek dum real, bhailog (completely real, brothers)," his fingers suddenly pinched her chocolate brown tips, "and they feel amazing." As if to prove his point, he picked her boobs up by the nipples and let them drop, to show how naturally perky they were.

Speechless, Lacy's fuzzy brain worked hard to catch up that she was now topless and being openly groped, but her pussy was quick to fire up and ready itself.

~ Oh, god, its happening...

Sushil uncle continued to play with her bountiful breasts, moulding them in lewd shapes much to the delight of his friends.

"Ohh... don't... god, that feels..." Lacy murmured to herself. Even though she did not want to be here, the hungry gazes from all the perverted old men in the room had started to get to her. She couldn't understand why her body was warming up to being exposed, to being fondled. To being used. These were men who up until yesterday she had no clue were such degenerates, but clearly they had been looking at her all this while with unbridled lust. Her pussy tingled at that thought.

"That feels good, doesn't it?" Sushil uncle whispered in her ear, his fingers were focusing only on her sensitive nipples, tweaking them till they stiffened into rock-hard pebbles.

Lacy wanted to shake her head in denial. But she bit her lip as Sushil uncle flicked her nipples, the hard points stinging. The song over the speaker changed to another suggestive rap, the beats echoing inside Lacy's blood. Her hips rocked subtly to the bass booming, rubbing her ass against Sushil uncle's crotch. He grunted and pressed himself, grinding into her plush softness.

"N-No... it's feels... not good..." Head spinning, Lacy closed her eyes, thrusting her tits into Sushil uncle's hands. She didn't want to feel good, but Sushil uncle's clever hands manipulated her tender flesh perfectly.

"We'll make you feel good, beta (child)." Mahinder uncle got up, taking over from Sushil, cupping and squeezing Lacy's boobs.

"Let's get you comfortable, hmm?" Sushil uncle slid his hands between her dress and her waist and tried to work it past her rounded hips. Lacy attempted to thwart him, her hands batting at his, when Prem uncle sprang forward to help. He pulled at the ruffles on the hem, and the dress whispered off the vulnerable woman's curvy body. He helped her step out of the crumpled dress.

For a few moments, the men admired the g-string clad, semi-nude gorgeous creature. Her dark golden skin shone with a gentle sheen of sweat in the dimly lit room. Mahinder mauled her generous tits, while Sushil ran his hands all over her naked torso and hips. Lacy opened her eyes, gasping to find the men staring at her nudity with their mouth's literally hanging open. Voracious hunger blazed in their expressions, and Lacy's pussy quivered with anticipation.

~ Oh, god... how they are looking at me... like... so desperate... to be with me... a hot young pussy...

Prem uncle sat on the edge of the coffee table, his hands creeping up and down her supple young thighs. Every time his hand neared the little vee between her legs, Lacy inhaled sharply. The only thing covering her modesty from the men was the tiny patch of peach fabric. As they ran their hands over her supple skin, the peach g-string grew damp, the fabric sticking even more snugly to her moist folds, outlining the most perfect little puffy camel toe.

"Sahi kaha tunne, bahut sundar hai (you said it, she is very beautiful)" Mahinder said, enjoying manipulating her tender boobs, rolling her stiff nipples.

"Bola tha, saalon (told you, guys)." Prem leaned forward to lick her belly, dragging his tongue over the soft peach fuzz.

Lacy flinched at the moist contact.

"The video doesn't do you justice." Sushil uncle licked her ear, running his tongue over the side of her neck.

Lacy shivered, goosebumps blooming across her chest.

"Oh, no... you saw the video, uncle?" She gulped, her mouth suddenly dry. Suspecting that they might have seen that vulgar footage had been disturbing, but knowing that they had witnessed her ravishment was distressing.

"We all saw it. Prem posted it on the group." Mahinder licked a rubbery hard nipple, flicking it with his tongue.

Lacy moaned at the sensation of tongues dancing over her warming flesh. She had to force herself to pay attention at what Mahinder uncle just dropped.

"T-The group!? Oh, god... no-no... everyone saw that... papa?" Lacy sputtered, her foggy brain ringing with alarm.

The men erupted into laughter as Prem uncle unlocked his phone and opened the group chat to show Lacy. Horrified, she squinted at the bright screen. Prem clicked the play button and a little box ran a series of cropped clips,

- a close up of a mouth jammed with a stubby mottled cock

- a pair of pendulous tits swinging and bouncing,

- a massive pink cock stuffed inside a widely stretched pussy, the cock pulls out but the pussy sucks the meatpole back in with a squelching wet sound.

The clips ran in a loop, with messages below ranging from, 'pel de bhai (crush that brother)', 'I refuse to believe it', 'that looks too tight', and the last one--mere bina mazze loot rahe ho (enjoying yourself without me)--from her father.

"If only Ajay knew hum kis ke mazze loot rahe the (if only Ajay knew whose fun we were enjoying)." Prem uncle chucked, cracking others up.

"Oh, god... papa can't know!" Lacy cried feebly. The clip was cropped, there was no way one could see who the lips, or cock, or pussy belonged to. But even posting that in the group where her father saw the video shamed her deeply.