Rich Granduncle I am going to start this story by telling you about myself briefly. I grew up in north east in my parents farm with my only brother Bert, who was two years older than to me. My parents yield enough money to live a comfortable life from forty acre farm they owned and other commercial interest that they had, but sadly both of them expired about thirty years ago due to a fire at the old farmhouse, leaving all their wealth to Bert and me. At the time, Bert was married and living in New York and I was a widower living in Chicago fighting to climb up the corporate ladder. Since Bert had no interest in moving further north from NY or managing the inherited wealth, I decided at the time to move back to the farm and run the business best I could. Up to now, I don’t regret making that choice as I increased the revenue, added more properties to the wealth and even bought out Bert’s interest in the business before his wife succumbed to cancer and Bert himself suffered a stroke and died few years after. Bert and my sister-in-law drain all the money on gambling and died living off their salaries. I must also say that I never remarried, but had one affair that ended after she graduated from collage giving me the impression that I supported the young girl through collage and another live-in girlfriend, who dumped me after suspecting me of messing with her young daughter. Truthfully, I did mess with young Melisa and even loved fondling her. But I must also say that I never had sex with her, sort of… Nothing more than intercrural sex that I was hooked on ever since way back when Bert and I used to mess with two daughters of a distant relative came to spend a summer vacation at the farm when I was about thirteen and Bert was fifteen. Those memories lived with me ever since and sometimes resurface wanting me to taste bit of my childhood again. Getting to the story, couple of years ago I came down with a bad flue, which got so bad and I was hospitalized for two days. Laying in hospital bed, it occurred to me that I had isolated myself so much from friends and relatives, I began to think who would even give me a decent burial or attend my funeral if I were to die suddenly. My only brother was dead and gone and I knew of no other relatives other than Bert’s only son Kyle’s family, but I hadn’t even made an attempt to contact them after Bert’s funeral. Who would own the farm? Who should I will it to and what can I do with all the wealth that I had accumulated over the years. I wasn’t filthy rich, but I had a sizable amount of wealth. Soon after I recovered, I made a point in contacting Kyle and even going to New York to visit him on my way to an extended vacation to Asia. He came to my hotel with wife Amy (beauty who migrated from former Czechoslovakia) and their daughter Lyla. That day, I took them out to dinner and even gave Kyle some money after hearing financial difficulties that his family was facing. During the entire time that I was with them, I just couldn’t take my eyes off Lyla’s alluring figure, who reminded much of the girl that I used to mess with as a young teenager. Sure, Lyla was a skinny girl who was just short of her twelfth birthday, but she already had small, but very perky breasts that poked her top. Same should be told about her very round bubbly butt, that was bit too large for her skinny frame, but they both made her irresistible. Her green eyes, platinum blond hair she inherited from her mother, sharp nose and pink lips only enhanced her beauty. Anyway, during the dinner, I was reintroduced to Lyla by both Amy and Kyle as her rich granduncle as she didn’t have any recollection of meeting me before. The little girl of course had seen me only handful of times in the past when her grand dad was still alive and last such occurrence was several years ago. Taking Kyle’s invitation, I spent few nights at his place upon arrival from my vacation before heading home. At some stage, Kyle explained their financial difficulties and their desire to move out of the city into a suburb where they can raise Lyla in a safer environment. Having seen how poorly his neighborhood was up kept and undesirable looking people roaming the area day and night, I couldn’t disagree with him at all. Then it also occurred to me that helping Kyle also means bringing Lyla closer to me since each time my eyes drawn to her, I began to get attracted to her more and more. So, before I left Kyle’s, I promised to sell off some assets that I had to buy him a nicer home in a suburb. Hearing my words exhilarated him and his wife Amy. Somehow, I wasn’t able to deliver on my promise immediately, but Kyle and I spoke frequently over the phone. Several months later when Kyle sent a link to a housing development, I scan through the site and selected few models that I thought were good for his family and followed-up by sending him money for the down payment with specific instructions asking him to add my name to the deed. The house construction was completed in mid-summer of that year and I decided to drive down for the closing, although I could have done that by notarizing and faxing the paperwork. But Lyla kept appearing in my dreams every so often and I wanted not only see her, make it known that her rich granduncle bought a house for them. My drive took me longer than I thought, but made it to Kyle’s just past the supper time, but they patiently waited for me to join them. One of the surprises that waited for me was Lyla. I immediately noticed that she had pleasantly filled up within a short period of time and her butt and breasts that I adored have even gotten rounder and bigger. So were her legs… Not only they had lengthened, they had more fleshes than last time that I saw her. She had remarkably outgrown from being a shy and skinny girl to an outgoing beauty. After dinner, Kyle showed us pictures of the house that he took at different stages of development and Amy was quick to point out decorative decisions that she made. “That bedroom is going to be mine” Lyla added with a huge grin decorating her face. “I am going to have a bathroom all for myself right by my bedroom” she added. “Lyla! You have to be thankful to your granduncle for making all this possible” Amy jumped in. “If not for him, you’ll have to grow-up in this bad neighborhood in this centuries old small house” “Thank you for buying us a house” Lyle said twisting a little and followed-up by asking “So, how rich are you?” “I am not rich Lyla. I invested wisely and saved-up a little. I am helping out my only known relatives who are known to me, that are all” I answered modestly. “You got be rich. I saw the sports car you drove here. Is it yours?” Lyla sked referring to the covet convertible that I drove to NY. “Yes Lyla. Maybe one of these days when you learn to drive, I can consider giving it to you” I said and laughed. We chatted till late and I retired to bed just before Kyle did since he had to go to work next day. Following day, I got up before Amy and Kyle went to work and joined them for breakfast. Lyla had slept in her parent’s room after giving her room to me and she only came out just before her parents went to work. I sat with her while she had breakfast, adoring her beauty and thinking how delightful it would be to slowly cresses her soft skin all over. She was flat out gorgeous for her age and just the type I would die for having a chance to mess with. It didn’t have to be a sexual intercourse, but that would be lovely too. Lyla said this and that over breakfast and then headed to the shower. Meanwhile, I went out, took rest of my baggage from the car and came inside just as she reappeared in thin cotton shorts that she had overgrown by few sizes and tight sleeveless shirt. I drooled looking at those perky breasts and bubbly ass of her as helped opening the bedroom door to me to carry what I had in hands. I sat on bed, opened few bags full of gifts that I had brought while Lyla stood there watching with a curious look on her face. Once I opened the bag with an expensive doll that I brought for her and handed it to her, she took it, but she didn’t look to be thrilled as I expected her to be. Instead, she held the box, turned it around few times and said “Thanks”, making me realize that she may have outgrown playing with dolls. “I am sorry Lyla; I didn’t think you grew up and past the age of playing with dolls. Let’s do this. We can return this to Dolls R’Us, I know there is a store nearby. Then I’ll by you what you really want. How about that? I immediately saw her eyes gleam and lips parted breaking into a smile. “Really?” she asked enthusiastically. “Yes, really. What would you like” I asked scanning her body, drooling again over her little fame and seeing an opening for advancement, if not adventure that I had in mind. “Yes, you said you would buy what I want right?” she shouted in joy. I took a blunt look at the beauty that seemed overjoy to hear what I was willing to do, and sighed softly knowing she could be as good of a jailbait as there could be. “Ok then. Since you asked…. I have few things in mind, but I have to think what I really want” she muttered calmly. I immediately recognize the window of opportunity to test the water. As a new thought came to my mind and a devilish gleam came from Lyla’s green eyes as a mischievous smile crossed her lips. “Come to your rich granduncle as you call me” I laughed pulling her gently towards me and prevented her attempt to sit by me by pulling her even closer until she slowly landed on my lap. “Ok, now tell me those things that you have been wanting for yourself” I asked not wasting any time – that is not wasting anytime to feel her soft skin. My hands swiftly went to her arms and gently rubbed. Her skin was warm and soft like best of the best silk and I was amazed how soft her skin felt. She didn’t protest or react. I really need a computer. Dad’s is broken and next year we’ll be getting lots of homework and I am going to need one. But I really want is a nice cell phone” she said and chuckled just as any other girl in her age would. "Hmmm… I see” I prompted her to go on so that I can feel more of her bubbly ass on my crotch while I find an excuse to caress another part of her body, if she lets me. “You know, one of my friends at school has a cell phone like your. It is actually an older model I think, but those are neat too and I like them” she spoke, but still trying to determine what she could get me to buy. Taking a clue by how she said pronounced friend shyly, I quickly fired back at her asking “So is he your boyfriend?” She gasped, twisted and took a good length of time before answering; “No, a good friend” again, I knew immediately she was hiding something from me. I kept rubbing her arm with just one hand and placed the other on her creamy thigh, very casually. “You mean a special friend? I was young once and I had special friends that I used to do stuff with. So, what kind of stuff do you do with him?” I asked gently, smiling all while I asked not wanting to scare her away. Scaring little Lyla would defeat what I was after for sure. “You are bad” she hissed. “How’d you know?” she paused and turned halfway towards me and then turned her head back as I placed the other hand on her thigh and began to caress them both, now seeing making little headways towards my goal. “Don’t worry Lyla, I won’t tell anyone. It is normal for not only young folks, even old folks to do stuff as long as no one gets hurt. I don’t blame the boy because you are the most beautiful girl I have seen, ever. Beside, see this skin? Your skin is so perfect and smooth like silk” I said boldly caressing her thighs, even letting my hands wander along inner sides of her thighs and again she didn’t protest. “Ok, here, see if you like this phone” I said lifting up, reaching into my pocket to grab my smartphone and handing it to her. Along the way, I moved one hand just below her right breast. “Ohhh...VERY COOL…” Lyla said turning it around and round to see every detail of the phone and then swiftly began to explore functions. Meanwhile, I gambled. My trembling hand circled her right breast and gently squeezed her firm mound of flesh. She didn’t react at all. Second and third squeezes I assumed should be the turning point. But Lyla acted as she didn’t feel my touch and kept playing with the phone. I became even bolder. As subsequent clasps went unnoticed, except by my fast enlarging bulge. I made a conscious decision to make her aware of where my hands were, calculating that she would not panic or tell anyone. "C’mon now. You are making me blush” she giggled and wiggled, “You didn’t lie about getting me a phone just to trick me into something, right” she asked shyly, but her response made me aware that she was willing to go along with me to get a new phone, perhaps even more. That was all the ammunition that I needed. Without further holdup, my hands rushed down, snuck under her top and sped-up to cup her perky breasts. Lyla gasped and then calmly sank her foamy ass more on my bulge, more like purposely than unintentionally. “No dear, I didn’t lie. After we sit here and chat for little bit, I’ll call you dad to tell him that I am taking you shopping. Will that make you happy?” I said calmly, getting ready to take another step forward. Having fondled her breasts over her bra for a good length of time, I slowly ran my hands up behind her and fumbled with the clasp of her bra till hooks were undone and the bra fell down freely. “You can keep this phone if you like” I said ruching to hold hem of her shirt with both hands. As I slowly pulled up, Lyla giggled “What are you doing?” she asked, but leaving the phone on the bed, she raised her hands to help me with my endeavour. “You are bad. Why did you do that?” Lyla blushed nevertheless halfway turning towards me. But I sensed an excitement written all over her voice and her smile appeared as a kid getting ready to do something very naughty. But I had no more guessing games as my phone had sold her to allowed me to do whatever that I wished with her very sensual, elegant frame. “Lyla, you look more beautiful than I thought. Let me see those wonderful treats” I chuckled leaning over to gaze down at her beautiful, round breasts. "They're so beautiful, Lyla," I whispered. “You are bad…” she whispered and I went after her small, but perky breasts like a mad man. All while gently pushing up and down my bulge on her awesome ass and she definitely seemed to like it or at least acted as it, letting out soft moan after moan. It was so aesthetic the way she moaned while wiggled her hips as she had done that before and I was electrified. I knew the time was ripped to move on… First I had to debate if I should make an attempt to pull her pants down or pull down my own. The later seemed more appealing as I had no intentions of letting her ran away scared, so I first snuck my hand under her awesome ass, caressed along the way to my fly. Lyla was quick to recognize my mission to undo my zipper and she voluntarily pulled her ass up allowing me more room. Next I lowered my pants along with shorts beneath it letting my shaft stand up like a flagpole. “You promise right?” she asked again to get an assurance from me on cell phone that she wanted so much and it seemed that she care less about what I may do with her. I would have promise to hand over my bank account at that very moment when she sat back on my lap letting my shaft to sneak out between her sexy thighs. “Promise is a promise.” I said holding waistband of her shorts. “Now what are you doing?” she purred. “Do you have to?” she asked, but she was calm and perhaps by now expected me to get her all naked anyway. “My dear, you are so lovely and I can’t wait to see you. How can I not die one day without seeing such a work of art?” I complimented her with further exploitation in mind. “You don’t have to… do you?” she asked, but didn’t stop me from pulling down her shorts; instead, she assisted by lifting her butt off a little. “You don’t have to… do you?” she asked, but didn’t stop me from pulling down her shorts; instead, she assisted by lifting her butt off a little. I was in heaven when her bare ass made contact with my aching cock. She sat right on top, pushing my shaft under her cushy fleshes of her ass and I sighed and moaned, immediately squeezing her firm breasts once more. Then I slid down enough to move my shaft between her velvety thighs, fucked them slowly while getting mindful of fondling off her nice breasts that were so resilient, cherishing the memories of young relative’s thighs that I fucked in one summer as a young teen ager. Lyla was definitely ready. I felt the radiation and saturation being emitted by her young pussy heating up my lap, making me want her more than ever. I had no doubts in my mind that she had messed with a boy or two, but had no idea if she was a virgin or not to work myself into fucking her good, or to convince myself for the runner-up prize. Her small firm breasts with hard erect nipples....Very… Very erotic and heavenly.......They should be gently kissed and caressed...and worshiped. Her peach areola was perfect in size they complemented her ivory mounds perfectly. Her flat abdomen, flawless legs, and of course her babyish, yet adorable face that reminded me of an angel. Just a look caused my cock throbbed and leak pre-cum. I grinned meeting her eyes. But she instantly covered her face with her hands seeming horrified. “THAT….YOUR THINGY IS BIG…TOO BIG” she yelled out making me realize that by sitting on my shaft or having it between her thighs, she was too inexperienced to judge the length or width of my cock. But I was relieved to know that she intended to have it stuck inside her pussy cannel, most likely to be rewarded with a smartphone. “It we’ll hurt me” then she muttered. “No dear. I won’t do anything that will hurt you, period. I will make sure that you won’t get hurt, not only that, you’ll love it” I gave her my assurance hugging her tightly. Lyla hugged me back and having her tender body against mine felt so divine. My shaft hugged her flat stomach and I bent down and kissed her, neck, ears, and then slowly placed my lips on hers. She didn’t kiss back immediately, but soon began to kiss back and allowed my tongue to dance with hers as I dominated her. I moved my lips down her neck towards her tits. Lyla moaned with pleasure when my lips made contact with her breasts. She gently pulled my head tight into her chest, perhaps thoughtlessly. While her breasts were entertained the whole time, I first reached down, bending my knees at the same time, took my shaft in hand and placed it at the V of her thighs and then grabbed each one of her ass cheeks in each of my hands to molester them, while slowly showing my shaft between her thighs. I made every attempt to ensure that my shaft touched between her wet pussy lips to give her some pleasure. She swiftly sighed and then moaned sporadically at first then persistently. About then, I wanted to stuff her with my rod, but I knew very well that I had to go easy with her. I kissed her lips once more and without breaking our kiss, I picked her up and softly placed her on the bed and parted her legs. Lyla became shy again, knowing that I had direct view of her pussy and made an attempt to bring her legs together to cover-up, but I successfully pushed my torso to avert her. I took one good look at her glistering pussy and what a sight it was. Her pink pussy lips seemed so much like a tropical flower waiting for bees to come and treat on. I rushed separating her pussy lips as carefully parting flower petals looking for its ovule. Her pink interior was glistering with her own juice that looked so erotic. I rushed again, this time with my tongue. I swiftly ran my tongue up to the small bud that was Lyla’s clitoris. I circled it with my tongue then ran the tip over it and back again. My little girl gave a sharp gasp and dug her fingers into the bed. When I began to lick at her with all the expertise that I had, my tongue flicked over and round the small bud making her gasp and moan in deep passion. “Oh my god…dear god…ugh…hmm...” she moaned wiggling her butt that may have added to the thrill. Finding it to be perfect time, I slowly slid a finger into Lyla’s entrance just as I felt she was at the edge of an orgasm. What more was that I wanted to know if she was still a virgin? But to my delight, my finger did not feel any barriers. While Lyla whined, moaned ridding a shattering orgasm, I fucked her with two fingers, still flicking my tongue on her swollen clit. When she finally quieted, I still went on licking her, tasting her nectar and extending my strokes from her anus to clit. She wept softly enjoying ripples of an orgasm before I decided that it was my turn to be amused with memories that I will relive forever. I lay down on top of her and kissed her hard, she kissed me back making me want her even more. With practiced skills, I positioned my cock against her pussy and slowly slid it into her. She gave a hiss as she felt me enter her well lubed hole. She clung to me and chewed on her bottom lip as she let me enter her. I took it very slow, taking into account that she was very tight and nervures allowing a bigger cock than she has allowed inside her pussy in the past. I sank half an inch or so at a time. Each forward thrust went lite further in her silky puss and her inner walls had my shaft tightly encircle like a ring that is bit too small for your finger. Lyla bent her knees slightly upwards and parted them more to get adjusted to my size as I fucked her slowly, with half of my shaft that I had within her. “Ughh…Mmmm… “My little beauty moaned with her eyes closed, giving me the impression that she was enjoying having my cock within her. Once I was fully in her, I stopped and looked down at her. Her eyes were wide and her expression was mix of surprise and nervousness. She was breathing quickly almost gasping for breath. “I am ok” she purred and smiled. That sweet smile of her that could speak to your heart… Do you like it dear” I asked wanting to make sure that she was agreeable to this, not wanting her go and spill it later. “Gosh, yes. But I feel so full” she chuckled even surprising me. “Go ahead and do it” she smiled this time inviting me to fuck her. I nodded and pulled out and then thrust back into her. She gasped and dug her nails into my arms. I pulled out and thrust in again and then again. She hung on to me gasping. Her eyes squeezed shut as I began to gently fuck her with full length. When I increased the power of my thrusts, Lyla reacted to me groaning deeply at the sensations my hard cock was causing. I felt her legs moving to wrap around me and I slid one hand down to hold her thigh as I thrust deeper into her. She still clung to me but now it was with desire not anxieties. Her fingers no longer dug into my arms; instead she was running her hands up and down my back. She pulled me down to kiss me hard pushing her tongue into his mouth, utterly surprising me and letting me know that she was enjoying it as much as I did. It was not suddenly, she began to gasp hard then her gasps turned into soft squeals as she came. I felt her body shake at the orgasm as I rammed into her as hard and as fast as I could, wanting to enhance the experience for her, best I could. Her squeals became louder as the orgasm swept over her. I gasped deeply as I felt my own orgasm starting. With a massive thrust into her I came shuddering while my sperm exploded into her. She gasped softly and kissed me hard on the lips as I came in her. She held me tight when I slow fucked her while my shaft was hard enough to penetrate. How could you fuck and leave a beautiful doll? Later that morning, I took her to the mall and bought her a new smartphone and promised a new laptop later (opportunistically). “Lyla, how would you like to come and spend the rest of your summer with me at my farm? I can teach you to drive around the farm, we can go fishing if you like and do lots of things” I asked her. “I love to” she said chuckling. “mom and dad asked me to keep you happy because you bought them a house and they told me that if I be nice to you, you may give all of your money to me one day” she not only agreed to spend the summer with me, she went on to spill bit more. But for a beauty like Lyla, there is nothing that I wouldn’t do.