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Rescuing Jenny (Mf,cons, extreme-pedo)
Georgie Porgie
Chapter 2: Play Time
Five minutes later we were heading to my home, Jenny laying down in the
back seat, hiding under a map. I had to make sure no one was watching
when I let Jenny get in. Of course I can never be sure, but since this
society has never let me have any peace of mind before, I didn't lose
any over a possible additional kidnap charge. Fortunately my garage is
part of the house, so there we didn't have to sneak and run and worry
about my neighbors.
I was worried about my safety, agonized over Jenny's sadness, aroused by
the memory of kissing her in the park, angry at the bastard who could
just sit and listen to her screams, relieved at having made it safely
home, puzzled over the whole situation, excited about having such a
pretty girl alone with me at home, but frustrated because everything
else was spoiling it, and hungry, all at once. I decided to take care of
the easiest problem first.
Jenny was easy to please, since she apparently didn't get to eat at all
at her so-called babysitter's. He didn't serve snacks, he just let the
kids go get what they wanted when they wanted it, until everything was
gone. And with Jenny tied up, I thought, there was that much more for
the other kids. That may even have been what got them started.
She said it was the first time since she lost her daddy that anyone had
let her eat ice cream. I silently called her mother several words that I
never say in front of children.
When we were finished, and I had rinsed and put away the bowls, I
noticed she had some ice cream smeared on her upper lip and chin. When I
told her about it, she began to wipe it off with her hand, but I gently
held her wrist.
"There's a better way that doesn't get it all over your hand, you know.
Here, close your eyes, and I'll clean it off for you." Jenny closed her
eyes and tilted her face upwards. I bent down, put my arms around her,
and began licking her face clean. She giggled and opened her eyes, put
her arms around me, and we spent the next few minutes hugging, giggling,
kissing, and licking each other's faces.
"There, that should be clean enough. Oh, by the way, you never did tell
me whether you were ticklish, did you?" After a few more minutes that
again left us breathless from laughter, we were sitting on my bed, her
in my lap facing me, in a motionless embrace.
"I love you, Kenny" she stated, in a clear but quiet voice. My heart
soared through the clouds, landed on the grass and did cartwheels, and
leaped back in my chest, thumping. I remembered something Charles
Dodgson said, 'Ah, happy he who owns that tenderest joy, the heart-love
of a child.' I knew it was true.
"I love you too, Jenny" I replied, and hugged her tighter. "I don't want
anyone to hurt you, ever, and if I can stop it, I will."
"Do you want to know what else the boys do to me?" she asked. I could
tell she was verging on tears just thinking about it.
"Not just now, Jenny, let's have some fun together first, and then I'll
listen to anything you want to say, I promise. You can tell me all about
it later. For now, let's play together like you said no one ever does
with you anymore, ok?"
"Ok," she smiled meekly.
"Has anyone ever swung you around, Jenny? I doubt that your mother ever
did, but your daddy might have. Has anyone ever done Ping Pongs with
you, or loop-overs?"
"I don't think so, I don't know what you mean," she said, puzzled.
"Well," I said, taking one of her hands in each of mine, "this is how
you do Ping Pongs. You're already sitting in my lap facing me. Keep your
legs where they are, around my waist. Ping!" I lowered her backwards
until her head nearly touched the floor. Her hair formed a golden halo
on the floor around her face, now grinning from delight. "Pong!" I
pulled her up close to me and quickly kissed her forehead. "Ping!" She
fell backwards. "Pong!" I pulled her upright and kissed her. By now she
was giggling with glee. As she went up and down in time to my sing-song
Ping-Pong, I watched her dress go up and down in reverse, alternately
covering then revealing her panties completely, even her belly button
sometimes. While she was down, she didn't notice me looking admiringly
at her pussy, spread apart a few inches from my hardening cock,
protected only by a thin layer of pink cloth, stretched over her
enticing mound like a layer of paint. Oh how I wanted to get those
panties off of her. But never, never, would I use force against her or
do anything with her she didn't enjoy.
"This is fun!" she sang.
"I like it too," I told her. "Would you like me to set up my camera and
take some pictures of us playing together?" She agreed, and I set it up
on a tripod as quickly as I could, setting a remote release switch under
my foot by the bed. "Ready to play ping pong?" I asked.
She climbed back onto my lap, and as she did I adjusted her dress so it
wouldn't get caught in back and would fall completely when she swung
downward. This time, she swung up and down in time to the flash of the
camera and the beat of the film winder. I was glad I had spare rolls of
film handy, because I had to reload after only twelve shots. I was
getting a little hot anyway, and not from the play.
"This time you can do some loop-overs. I'll show you how they're done.
It's a little tricky, but I'll make sure you don't get hurt. You lean
half-way back like you're doing ping-pongs, then you raise your legs up,
curl your back, roll off my lap and land with your feet on the floor. I
keep ahold of your hands to steady you and pull you up at the end of the
loop. Then you get back on my lap and do it again. Ready?"
Jenny was ready, willing, and able, and loved every second of it. I
snapped off another roll of film, sometimes just after her dress had
fallen to her shoulders on the way up, when her legs were still spread
with her pussy inches from my face, and sometimes after she landed, her
bottom toward the camera, her dress draped over her head, her arms held
behind her so she couldn't straighten until I let her up. She had one of
the sexiest bodies I had ever seen, with the loveliest skin tone, front
and back, a smooth creamy pale pink, with tiny pink breasts.
My cock was hard and stiff, and I kept imagining pulling her panties off
her. There was nothing stopping me from doing everything I wanted to do
to her, except for my own conscience, as unyeilding as a brick wall.
There was no chance of me ever hurting her. Too bad her mother couldn't
say that.
After the next film reload she let me swing her around. At first I swung
her by her hands, which we both enjoyed. Then I had her sit on the bed
and raise her feet. I took a firm grip on her ankles, lifted her off the
bed, and swung her upside down in front of the camera.
"Reach for the floor!" I suggested. "See if you can touch the floor with
both hands at once." I held her just low enough that she could, which
was just low enough that the hemline of her dress swept the floor as
well. Her dress had fallen far enough to reveal most of her neck and
half of her upper arms and of course everything else not covered by her
panties. I held her legs apart and swung her side to side, singing
"Swing, swing! Swing, swing!" The camera flashed almost as fast as it
could wind the film. I turned her around and let the camera get a rear
view while I studied her pussy, chancing the merest brush of her panties
on my nose. When I ran out of film I swung her back up on the bed, and
she asked me to do it again, as she pulled her dress back down around
herself out of habit.
"Let me rest a bit first. You're a big girl, and even little girls get
fairly heavy after a while, did you know that, Jenny?" I knew every
little girl likes to be called a big girl. "My heart is beating like
thunder." And not just from the exercise, I thought.
"Can I listen to it, Daddy?" she piped up.
"Sure," I chuckled, and unbuttoned my shirt and bared a place on my
chest for her to put her ear. It tickled a bit at first, but I didn't
want to start that again, so I put my arms around her, caressing her
shoulders and back and stroking her hair as she listened to my
heartbeat. Then it dawned on me: she had called me "Daddy". By mistake,
surely, so I let it pass.
"Now can I tell you the things the boys at Mr. Carter's have done to
me?" she pleaded. I had brought her here mostly because she needed
someone who would listen to her tell about this. We had had enough fun
to last through the worst she could tell me, I hoped, so I carried her
gently to the den and tossed her high in the air, onto the couch I call
my "SuperSoft". She responded with a squeal, an instant of fright, then
in sheer delight as she flumphed into the cushions.
"Toss me again, please, Daddy?"
I knelt beside her and took her hand. "Actually, Jenny, I'm not your
daddy, although I wish I was. I'm ready to listen to anything you want
to tell me, unless you really want to play a bit more."
"Oh, Kenny, did I call you Daddy? I guess I wish you really were."
I sighed. "Jenny, I have something else to tell you, too. My name isn't
really Kenny. It's Irving. I hate that name, so you can call me Kenny if
you want to. Or call me Daddy. I wish I had a daughter, and I wish she
was you. If I had a chance to love you forever, I would love you twice
as long as that." If only you wouldn't grow up, I added to myself.
Jenny smiled, reached out, put her arms around me, and hugged me very
tightly. She didn't say anything. I guess she forgave me for lying to
her. We sat like that for awhile, just enjoying each other's warmth.
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