Lacy & her Uncles: Ch 01 Contd.

Prem uncle spends some time getting to know Lacy better... Continued.

Lacy's eyes fluttered, she bit her lip to prevent a moan from escaping. She couldn't believe how delicious Prem's fat fingers felt inside her. She was desperate to move her hips and welcome them properly. It took all her acting skills to keep a neutral face on while Mohan held her.

Over the deafening beat of her heart, she heard her father mention Prem's name. The group apparently was demanding he say a few words as well. As attention shifted to the back, Lacy held her breath, her pussy bearing down desperately on Prem's fingers.

"Congratulations, Ajay! This success is well so deserved." Prem spoke loudly, his fingers jammed deep inside her. Lacy dared not move, the gin had done its damage, she was buzzed. "The fact is Ajay was initially reluctant to venture into this deal." His fingers slide partially out. "Real estate is tricky business, you have to feel the market out." His fingers curled up, rubbing her pussy walls. "Sometimes you can land in tight little spots too, but never back down. One must simply take the risk, you know, just take the plunge in," he thrust his fingers as deep as they could go, "and hope the effort pays out. That's the key, keep plunging, seize every chance. And this man, was fearless! which is why he won!"

Lacy shivered, her eyes threatened to roll back, drunk on the alcohol and the nasty friction of Prem's fingers.

"I agree, Prem!" Mohan uncle nodded. "We sometimes lack that risk factor. Never back down." He echoed enthusiastically.

The group chanted 'never back down' in unison with Prem thrusting his fingers over and over again. Lacy felt the heat pooling in her belly tighten deliciously. Her orgasm seemed imminent.

She willed her weak, useless body and mind to take back some control. "Um, I feel... I feel sick, Mohan uncle." She mumbled into Mohan's ear, hoping Prem would take the hint and halt his fingering.

"Oh dear, you poor thing." Mohan exclaimed gently, hugging her close enough that her tits mashed against his chest. "We will help you to your room." He looked over her head at Prem, who still was busy poking her tight cunt.

"Please..." Lacy looked back at Prem, her eyes pleading, her lip caught between her teeth. She squeezed her pussy hard, trying to push his fingers out. "Please, Prem uncle."

Smiling, Prem reluctantly eased his fingers out, wiping a trail of sticky pussy juice over her tightly puckered asshole. Lacy finished her drink, chewing on the leftover ice, to mask her body's shuddering response. She couldn't understand her emotions. She was both glad that he decided not drive her to cum like a bitch in heat in front of everyone but also strangely disappointed that he didn't.

"Of course, beta (child)," Prem's fingers gently nudged her asshole, threatening to invade the perimeter aided by the incredible slickness of her arousal coating his hand. "Don't worry, we will help you." He slowly dragged his soaked fingers over her crack, and discreetly slipped his hand out from under her dress, pulling the hem down to ensure it covered her ass.

How considerate of him.

Lacy mused, befuddled with pent up sexual energy and the gin.

Thankfully Mohan uncle had already turned to lead her inside and she quickly stepped in stride with him. With each step her thighs slicked, slippery with her juices, and she hoped no one would look at her legs.

Prem wrapped his own arm around her waist as the trio approached her father.

"Arre, beta (oh, child), are you okay?" Ajay asked, eyeing his daughter with concern. "Why did you make it a large peg when you can't hold your drink?" He chided gently.

"It's okay, she was celebrating with us." Mohan replied, chuckling. "We will help her to her room, you enjoy your party."

"S-Sorry, papa." Lacy mumbled, embarrassed and ashamed at how close she had come to ruining her father's night and his reputation.

"Nonsense! She was enjoying herself, I made sure of it." Prem scoffed at her father. They all chuckled indulgently as Lacy turned red.

The two men escort her to the first floor to her bedroom. Prem insisted on helping her lie down on her bed, but she managed to convince them she was doing okay and could manage on her own. As Mohan patted her head with a 'take care, beta', Prem winked and grinned at her, "Till next time, beta."

There will be no next time, pervert.

As Lacy closed her door, she spotted Prem popping his fingers tips in his mouth to suck off her pussy juice. Her cunt spasmed at the sight, missing being filled.