Summer Blessing ~ Chapter VII

by BabyKeiko & Daddy's Little Slut~Muffin

I had thought that Yuki was just going to change her clothes and then come to dinner. When I had eaten, and there was no sign of her yet, I returned to the cabin. The rest of the girls had gone off to play softball; when I entered the cabin, I saw Yuki on her bed, sleeping apparently, but it was a troubled sleep. She was tossing and turning, and muttering words that I couldn't make out.

Concerned, I stepped closer to the bed, thinking I should wake her from whatever disturbing dream she was having. As I neared her bedside, I saw that her hand was between her legs; what's more, it was inside her panties. She was masturbating in her sleep! I froze next to her bed as I felt a rush of wetness between my own legs. I stood, mesmerized, watching this beautiful little girl unconsciously pleasuring herself.

I felt lust, excitement, shame, guilt... I felt perverted. I was turned on more than I had ever been in my life, and it was this little girl who was causing it. Her wild mass of curly hair, her smooth, dusky skin, the hand inside her panties working at her little pussy... I was beside myself with desire.

As I watched, some of her words became clearer. "Gran... Oh, yes... So nice... Gran... Gran..." Over and over in a soft voice, just above a whisper. Gran? Had Yuki been molested by her grandmother? If she had, then whatever had gone on had apparently been pleasant for Yuki. Her small hand was working steadily, feverishly at her pussy, her hips rocking. Then her words changed.

"Karen... So pretty, Karen... Touch me... Oh, Karen..." My body went rigid as an overwhelming wave of lust shot through my mind. My heart leapt into my throat as I watched her, her slender body writhing on the bed. I looked at her, so beautiful, drinking in the sight of this waifish little creature who seemed to be capturing my heart. But when I saw the tears begin to stream from her closed eyes, I had to act. It was time to put my own feelings aside, and wake her.

I sat down on the edge of her bed. With one hand I began to stroke her hair, the other gently shaking her shoulder. "Yuki... Little one... Wake up, Yuki, it's just a dream... Wake up, Yuki..." Her feverish movements stopped, though her hand remained between her legs, hidden within her panties. Her eyes opened slowly; I saw them come into focus as she searched my face, then saw the look of dismay spread over her features. With my thumbs, I wiped away her tears. Seeing her embarrassment as she realized where her hand was, I smiled gently.

"That was so beautiful, little Yuki," I said softly. I leaned down and kissed her forehead gently. Strangely, all thoughts of guilt and shame seemed to have disappeared. "Please don't be embarrassed, pretty Yuki. You are so beautiful..." My words were cut off as Yuki sat up suddenly, throwing her arms around me and burying her face between my breasts. Her slender shoulders shook as she began to cry again, clinging to me.

I rocked slowly, still stroking that gorgeous mass of curls, holding her close as she cried herself out. As her quiet sobs slowed and finally stopped, I leaned my head down and kissed the top of her head, inhaling deeply and savoring the clean scent of her hair. Though I desperately wanted to talk to her about the fact that she had been calling my name in her sleep, I sensed that there was something else, something more important, that she needed to work out.

"Would you like to take Mizuki for a ride, little one? I can get some sandwiches from the dining hall, and we could go for a ride and just talk, if you'd like." I felt her head nodding between my breasts. "Okay, why don't you go wash your face, and then we'll go."

She seemed reluctant to let go of me, so I stood, holding her hand and leading her to the bathroom. I helped her wash her face, and by the time I finished, she had stopped crying completely. With her hand in mine, we left the cabin.

"Why don't you go to the stable," I said, "and get Mizuki and Bella ready. I'll go and get some sandwiches." Yuki looked up at me with a small smile, nodding her head.

On my way to the kitchen, I found my supervisor and told her that I had a camper who was having some problems, and that I was going to take her out for a private ride, and let her talk. She said that she would take over my cabin until we returned.

I went to the kitchen and made four peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, grabbed four bottles of water, and then headed to the barn to meet Yuki, expecting to find both horses saddled and ready. What I found shocked and pleased me.

Yuki was in the barn with Bella. The horse was unsaddled, the only tack in use being a bridle. Yuki was standing next to her, smiling shyly.

"I thought we could ride together," she said softly. "We can just put the saddlebags over her in front of me, and you can ride behind me. Is that okay with you, Karen?"

She was so adorably beautiful, there was no way that I could refuse her. She was so very small, Bella would hardly notice the extra weight. And frankly, the thought of being able to ride with her pressed against the front of my body, my arms around her holding the reins, was just too much for me to think about passing up.

I smiled, then grabbed the saddle bags from the wall, putting the sandwiches and water in them. Slinging them over my shoulder, I picked up Bella's reins and handed them to Yuki, and we walked out of the stable. Once outside, I lay the saddlebags over Bellas shoulders, then helped Yuki up. She held the reins as I mounted behind her. I settled myself in, her back pressed against my front, my breasts crushed against her small shoulder blades, her compact butt pressed to my inner thighs. Reaching around her, I took the reins and we started off, Bella moving at a stately walk.

Yuki's head was just below my chin. Her body rocked with Bella's movements, and I leaned down, once again inhaling the scent of her hair. As I did, I felt her lean back, pressing herself to me. What was happening here? Yuki seemed to love being close to me this way, a way that seemed to be innocently erotic. I wondered if she knew how she was affecting me.

When we were away from the camp, I dug my heels into Bella's sides, urging her into a canter. I heard Yuki giggle with delight as our bodies rubbed together, her head falling back to rest on my shoulder. I kept this pace up all the way to that high meadow two miles from the camp, where I finally slowed the horse. When we came to a stop, Yuki's head tilted back and she grinned up at me.

"That was fun!" she exclaimed.

I grinned. "I'm glad you liked it," I said. "Now, climb down. I'm going to hobble Bella, and you are going to eat something, young lady."

Yuki climbed down from Bella, and I followed. I pulled the hobble from the saddlebags, then handed them to Yuki, telling her to grab a sandwich and eat. After hobbling the horse, though, I turned to find that she was waiting for me. Apparently, we were going to eat together. I sat down in front of her in the tall grass, and we munched on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, sipping water to wash them down. For some reason, I felt more at peace, sitting here with this little girl, than I had felt in a very long time.

Yuki remained silent as she ate, focusing her attention on the food. I kept silent as well, leaving her to her thoughts, thinking that if she wanted to talk, she would do so when she was ready. As nonchalantly as possible, I admired her beauty. I still didn't know why I found myself so attracted to this little girl, and I still felt guilty about it. For some reason, though, it also felt strangely right to me. While I felt at peace sitting here with her, I also felt more than a little confused.

When we had finished eating, Yuki gathered the sandwich bags and stuffed them into the saddlebags, then sat back down again. Shyly, she ducked her head.

"Thank you, Karen," she said softly.

"For what?" I asked.

"For not laughing at me," she said.

I was mystified. "Laugh at you? Why on earth would I laugh at you? It's perfectly normal to miss someone you've lost, and to be sad that they're gone."

"No, I mean..." She faltered for a moment. "Well, I mean for not laughing at me about what you saw me doing."

"Oh, Yuki," I said, "don't be embarrassed. You were so very beautiful, and that's something that everyone does. It's perfectly normal. I 'd never laugh at you for masturbating."

We both fell silent then listening to the breeze in the grass, Bella's huffing and chomping as she greedily pulled up fresh greeen grass, the sound of a few evening birds calling to each other. Finally, I spoke.

"You miss your Gran very much, Don't you, Yuki?" I said softly.

Yuki nodded, and the expression on her face suddenly changed. She looked on the verge of tears again, so I moved to sit next to her, draping my arm lightly over her shoulders. She was fighting to hold back tears, her slender shoulders shaking as I cuddled her against my breast.

"Why don't you tell me about her, Yuki," I said. "She must have been a very special woman for you to miss her so much. What do you miss the most about your Gran?"

"She loved me," Yuki said. "That's what I miss the most. No matter what we did together, I always knew she loved me. I could feel it. Do you know what I mean?"

"I think so," I replied, "but I've never felt loved that way, really."

I felt Yuki's head shift as he looked up at me, searching my face. "Really? Never?"

I shook my head. "Never," I said. "I've felt loved, but not that way."

"But haven't you ever..." She hesitated, then continued shyly. "Haven't you ever done, you know, special things with someone who loved you?"

"Well, I'm not sure what you mean by 'special things,'" I said.

I felt her head move again; looking down, I saw her staring down at the ground. "You know, special things that make you feel good, like... Well, like what you saw me doing when you woke me up." She couldn't seem to raise her head to look at me. I felt myself blushing as I realized what she wanted to know about me.

"Well, yes, I have," I said. "But even then, it wasn't as special as what you're talking about." I remembered Yuki mumbling 'Gran' as she masturbated, and I jumped into the next question.

"Yuki, did your Gran ever do things to you? Things that you didn't want to do?"

I heard a gasp as Yuki's head jerked up. "Oh, no!" she exclaimed vehemently. "Gran was always wonderful. She only made me feel good and safe and loved whenever she touched me. That's why... Well, that's why I was touching myself, I think. I was trying to feel the way that Gran always made me feel when she helped me to bathe."

A mental image of Yuki, naked and standing in the bathtub flashed into my mind, and I felt a spasm in my pussy. I wondered what her tiny breast buds looked like, whether or not she had begun to grow hair on her nether regions. Silently, I shook off the image.

"Yuki," I said, "I know you probably don't believe this, but I promise it's true. One day, the pain will begin to go away, and before you've even realized it, the pain will be gone, and you'll only have the happy memories of your Gran."

"That's what my mom said," she replied. "But it doesn't feel that way."

My arm was still draped across Yuki's shoulders, and I pulled her tightly to my side, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. As I straightened up, Yuki lifted her head to look at me. We sat there silently as the world around us slowed, until it seemed that we were the only two people alive. There was a look on Yuki's face that seemed to be inviting... Something. Without thought, my head slowly dipped; Yuki's eyes widened slightly, then her lips parted as my mouth came into contact with hers. The kiss was soft, gentle, lingering. When it finally ended, it ended with a gasp from Yuki.

Shocked at myself, I quickly twisted my head so that I was looking away from the little girl. The kiss had been wonderful, but it was completely out of line. I could lose my job for it. And Yuki... Well, she was confused enough already. I shouldn't be adding to that.

Ashamed and embarrassed, I couldn't look at her. "Yuki, I... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I'm so sorry."

I felt Yuki move, felt her squirm across my leg until she was sitting in my lap, her arms around my neck, head resting on my chest.

"Don't be sorry, Karen," she said. "I liked it."

My heart began to pound as I fought to control my emotions. "That may be, but it's wrong." Almost without thought, I wrapped my arms around the small body. "I'm an adult, and I shouldn't be thinking of you like that."

"Like how?" said Yuki.

"Like someone I'd like to..." I hesitated, trying to think. "Someone I'd like to make feel very good, the way your gran used to do."

Yuki was silent for a few moments, apparently lost in thought. I was even more nervous now, afraid that she'd be very upset with me.

"Karen," she said softly, "I think I would like it very much if you made me feel that way." Her voice went shy as she said, "I even dreamed about you doing it."

As she nuzzled her face against my breasts, I wondered frantically how I was going to get out of this. This was just wrong, I simply couldn't allow it to happen. Or could I?

I'd always been told that something like this was wrong. And yet, I had already half fallen in love with this amazing little gitl. Besides, she'd been in some kind of relationship with her gran - at the very least, her gran had made her feel good in the bath. Could I do this? Could I take things slowly enough, and develop a real relationship with Yuki?

She was still nuzzling my breasts, and while I was sure that it was a comfort-seeking action on her part, it was making my pussy go damp quite quickly. Since her arms were still around my neck, I decided to try something. With one hand, I gently lifted her face away from my breasts until she was looking up at me. Those huge, almost black eyes stared into mine as I slowly lowered my head, gently drawing her into another kiss.

Her small, full lips were slightly parted as they met mine. I drew a sudden deep breath when I felt Yuki's tongue tentatively touch my lower lip. Gently, slowly, I traced a line along her upper lip with my tongue; suddenly, our tongues were deeply exploring one another's mouths. I heard Yuki whimper - or was it me? - as her body squirmed and moved until she knelt, straddling my legs, her arms around my neck. I pressed one hand flat against the small of her back, the fingers of the other sliding into the unruly mass of her curly hair, holding her mouth to mine as the kiss went on and on...

When the kiss ended, Yuki's head dropped so that it was again resting on my breast. One of her hands slid down, until it was resting on the other breast, and I shivered inwardly. Gently, I lifted her head so that I could look into her eyes.

"Yuki..." I whispered. "Lovely, lovely Yuki... Are you sure? Are you very sure this is what you want?"

With an almost somber expression on her face, Yuki nodded slowly. "I've wanted it since I first met you, Karen."

I threw all caution to the wind. Reaching out, I took the hem of Yuki's tee-shirt in my hands and slowly lifted it up and over her head. Her smooth, dark, dark skin came into view, along with the small training bra that she was wearing. She was faster than me, removing the bra before I could get my hands to it. She knelt there, still straddling my thighs, her face suddenly looking shy. Her tiny breast nubs, crowned with impossibly dark nipples, stood proudly on her chest. She was breathtaking.

I hadn't intended anything reciprocal. I had intended to pleasure Yuki, and leave my own desires for later, in my room in the cabin. Yuki, it seemed, had other ideas. She reached out shyly and began to lift my tee-shirt. Raising my arms, I helped her remove it. She looked at me questioningly as she reached for the front clasp on my bra; I smiled, nodding my permission for her to open it. As the bra fell open, I shrugged it off, hearing Yuki gasp.

"Karen, your boobies are beautiful!"

Surprised at how pleased I was at this, I smiled. "So are yours, Yuki. They're completely beautiful."

Yuki looked at me with a wry expression. "No they aren't," she said. "They're hardly even there."

"Sweetie," I said, "please trust me on this. Your boobies are absolutely perfect. I think I could sit here forever and just look at them."

Yuki ducked her head, but I could see her pleased smile. I reached for her, drawing her close, settling her into a sitting position in my lap again. I turned her, so that the back of her head was nestled between my breasts, the undersides of them resting on her shoulders. Reaching around her slender body, I caressed her flat little tummy with one hand, the other hand lightly stroking back and forth across her small breasts. I felt her sigh contentedly.

After a few moments, I slid one hand lower, down over her jeans to press against her small but prominent mound. I felt her body press back against me as she sighed again, maneuvering her legs so that they were spread wider, her feet outside of my knees. Quickly, I unfastened her jeans, then slid the zipper down. I was desperate to feel the treasure that I knew lay waiting for me between her legs.

When I had opened her pants, Yuki lifted her hips and quickly shoved them down, frantically working them off. Naked, she settled back in against me, her legs spread wide in an open invitation for me to explore. And that's exactly what I did.

With one hand, I continued to caress and toy with Yuki's small breasts, tugging at her nipples until they rose and stiffened in response. My other hand returned to the prominent mound at the juncture of her thighs. She had a tiny thatch of pubic hair, just above the cleft of her labia, still in that soft and silky stage. The lips of her pussy were swollen and thick, fleshy beneath my probing fingers.She had very prominent inner labia, thick and protruding. When I found her clit, I gasped. It was quite large for a girl her age, very pronounced. I drew one finger over it, pleased at the sharp thrust of Yuki's hips that the touch elicited.

I settled my hand into place, cupping Yuki's entire pussy, my middle finger resting between her inner labia. I began to slide my hand up and down, stroking, sliding my finger across her clit steadily. Yuki's slender hips rose and fell in time with the movement, and small whimpers began to come from her, breathy little sounds that told me she liked what I was doing.

It happened quickly. Yuki began to say my name, over and over, softly at first, then more loudly as she ground her pussy against my hand. I increased the pressure, occasionally scraping one fingernail across her now engorged clit. There was moisture flowing freely from within her now; each time that my finger slid across her small opening I could feel it. My hand spread it over her entire mons, and she was soon slick with her lubrication. Suddenly, she thrust upwards sharply, crying out my name loudly, then jerking her hips quickly up and down.

I nearly fainted at the thought that I had just given this beautiful little girl an orgasm.

When it was over, she collapsed, her legs still splayed across my thighs. I left my hands where they were, one on her breasts, one cupping her mound. I had the sudden thought that it would be so very easy for me to fall in love with this little girl. I chased the thought away, knowing that would be an impossible situation. It would be fine to love her, but I couldn't allow myself to fall in love with her. It just wouldn't work.

Yuki sighed, a deep sigh of satisfaction. "That was nice," she said.

I smiled. "I'm glad you liked it. I liked it, too."

Yuki suddenly scrambled and turned, moving to sit on my lap, legs extended to one side. She slid her arms around my waist, laid her head on my breast again, and sighed. "I love you, Karen," she whispered.

The words shot straight to my heart.

I tried to keep my tone light. "Well, I love you too, little one." She wasn't having any lightheartedness about this, though.

Her head came up from my breast, and she stared earnestly into my eyes. "No, Karen. I mean, I really love you. Like..." He voice went shy suddenly. "Like you're my girlfriend. My 'real' girlfriend, not just a girl who's my friend. I love you like that."

"Yuki..." I whispered. I sighed. Why lie - to Yuki and to myself - about something so important? "Yuki, I love you, too, Baby. I really do, the same way that you love me. But I just don't see how this could ever work. You'll be leaving the camp, and I'll still be here. And who knows when we'd ever be able to see each other again?"

"We can figure it out," Yuki replied. "I know we can, somehow. And I'm going to figure out a way, too. You'll see."

I smiled again. She was so serious. "Okay, then. I'll leave that to you. If you can come up with a way to work this out, then I promise, we'll be girlfriends for as long as you want us to be."

Satisfied, Yuki settled back down against my breast. Her hand reached up again, and this time she was more bold. She began to strok my breast, playing with my nipple. She kept this up for a minute or so, then ducked her head shyly.

"Karen, can I kiss it?" She whispered.

My pussy spasmed at her request. My hand came up to stroke the back of her head. "Oh, yes, Baby. I'd like that very much."

The first touch of her lips to my nipple sent a powerful shock through my body, as though her lips were wired for electricity. Awkwardly, she placed repeated kisses on my nipple. "Oh, Sweetie," I said, "suck on it, please. Take it in your mouth, Baby, and suck it." She complied eagerly, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through my body. I began to whisper directions to her, teaching her what to do.

"Use your tongue, too, Baby, like when we kissed... Oh, yes, that's perfect, Sweetie, keep doing that... Put your hand on my other tit and play with the nipple. Pinch it, Baby... Yes, that's so good... Oohh, Yuki... Bite it Baby - not too hard... Yes, so nice, Baby... Now change sides, Sweetie... Oh, God, Yuki... I love you, Baby..."

Yuki suddenly pulled away from my breasts, moving to kneel between my thighs. She had one hand on each of my breasts. Looking into my eyes, she said, "It's your turn now," and began to fumble with my jeans, trying to open them. I helped her to unfasten them, and she moved to my feet, tugging at my jeans until they came off. Quickly, she reached up and pulled my panties down. She looked at my crotch, and her mouth dropped open.

"You don't have any hair on your cunny!" she exclaimed.

I laughed. I could help it. "No, I don't. I shave it off."

"But why?" she asked curiously.

"Because I like the way it feels when I touch myself," I replied.

"You do that, too? For real?"

"Of course. Everyone does, actually." To make my point, I began to stroke my already overheated pussy. "Anyone who doesn't is silly. They're missing out on something really fun."

Yuki's eyes were locked to my pussy, and what I was doing with my fingers. Suddenly her head snapped up and she scooted up close to me, kneeling between my thighs. "I said it's your turn now, Karen. That means you did it to me, so now I'm going to do it to you. Move your hand, please."

I forced myself not to smile. She was so sweetly intent on taking charge. I simply removed my hand from my pussy, and leaned back, resting on my elbows.

Awkwardly, Yuki brought one hand down and tentatively touched my pussy. As her tiny fingers slid over my skin, my head fell back for a moment. It had been so long since I'd been touched. This was true bliss. Lifting my head again, I looked at Yuki. She was staring down at my pussy, lightly caressing me. I looked at her - a perfect, beautiful little girl. I was in love - with her, and with all of her. That hair, wild and unruly; her skin, dark golden brown; her eyes, huge, liquid, almost black in color; her face... Her face would be burned in my memory for the rest of my life.

Those light caresses from her fingers were beginning to have the desired effect, but she was unsure of what to do. Gently, I reached down and began to guide her again, helping her to find my clit. I gasped as I showed her how to make small, circular rubbing motions against it. But it wasn't enough.

Holding her hand lightly, I moved her fingers until they were resting against the opening of my pussy. "Put your fingers inside, Yuki, please?" Slowly, I helped her to slip two fingers into my pussy, sighing at the sensation of being penetrated. I felt the walls of my pussy contract and squeeze down on the small fingers. Yuki looked up at me, her eyes wide.

"Does that really feel good?" she whispered.

"Oh, yes, Baby," I sighed. "It feels wonderful. In fact, I'd like to try something else, too."

She looked at me questioningly.

Rather than answer, and risk scaring her, I reached down and took her hand in mine. I helped her to get her fingers into the position that I wanted, then guided her fingers back into my pussy; first, all four fingers, then her thumb, and as her eyes opened impossibly wide in surprise, her entire hand slid into the tight wet tunnel of my pussy. When it was inside me above her wrist, I let out a long, low moan as my head fell back. I let go of her hand and fell flat on my back.

"Now move it in and out, Baby," I gasped. "In and out, slowly."

As her little hand began to move in and out of my now dripping wet pussy, I lifted my head for a moment. My beautiful little lover was kneeling between my legs, eyes wide and intent as she watched her hand slowly but steadily fucking me. It was the most beautiful, most erotic, and most utterly depraved sight I had ever seen. My pussy spasmed again, and my head fell back to the ground.

Yuki's small hand and slender little wrist were the perfect size for this. There was no need for caution, her hand and arm fit me perfectly. I reached down and took her arm, urging her to pump faster. I began to meet her thrusts with thrusts of my hips, lifting up each time she pushed her hand into me. I was in heaven, moaning and whimpering, urging her on.

When it crested, just as I was about to tumble over the edge and into an orgasm, I grabbed her arm again and pulled it, shoving her hand as deeply into my wet pussy as I could. I cried out, a gutteral sound, and the orgasm smashed into me as I held Yuki's arm, holding it buried inside. As I slowly drifted back to reality, I gently slid her hand from my pussy, whimpering at the empty feeling.

Lifting my head again, I looked down at Yuki. She was kneeling between my legs, one hand held slightly out in front of her. It was glistening wet, and I assumed she was at a loss as to what she should do with it.

"Come up here, Sweetie," I said softly. When she moved, I pulled her to me so that she was lying on top of me. She was holding her hand and arm away from both of us. I took her hand, and drew her fingers into my mouth, tasting myself, licking her small fingers. I kissed and licked the palm of her hand, then stopped and looked at her.

"Would you like to taste me?" I said.

Looking dubious, Yuki drew the back of her hand across her lips, then slid her tongue over them. A smile spread across her face. "You tase kind of nice!" she exclaimed.

I pulled her down, resting her head on my breasts again. "I do love you, Yuki," I said quietly. "So very much."

I felt her snuggle down. "I love you, too."

I sighed. I was in heaven, and the last thing I wanted was to return to earth. But I had to. We both had to.

"Yuki, we need to get back to the camp. If we're too late, they're going to be worried."

I felt Yuki's head nodding. "I know," she replied. She paused a moment. "Karen, when can we be alone again?"

"I don't know, Baby," I said. "But it will be just as soon as I can arrange it, I promise."

" 'Kay," she said softly.

We both dressed, with me taking frequent glances at my young lover as she arranged her clothing. I couldn't get over how beautiful she was. We gathered everything up, and climbed on Bella for a slow walk back to the camp. I kept the horse at slow walk, and all the way back, I had my arms around Yuki. Only a couple of minutes into the return trip, I opened her pants, sliding one hand under her panties to stroke and tease her soft pussy. She kept telling me I was mean; I kept telling her that I couldn't keep my hands off her, and it was her fault for being so beautiful. That seemed to please her.

It was nearly dark when we had finally stabled Bella and returned to the cabin. My supervisor gave a questioning lift of her eyebrows; I simply nodded to indicate that everything was fine for now. She nodded back, satisfied, and left the cabin. I got all of the girls settled down and into their bunks, the lights went out, and I went to my room and undressed, crawling into bed.

Given all that had happened, it's amazing that I was asleep within seconds of hitting the pillow.