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Subject: {ASSM} Rescuing Jenny 04: Rubbing It In {Georgie Porgie} (Mg7 pedo rom cons)
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       This and other stories by Georgie Porgie can be found at:
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"If the First Amendment means anything, it means that a state has no
business telling a man, sitting alone in his own house, what books he
may read or what films he may watch."  -- Justice Thurgood Marshall

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keep quiet about it reading it.

The author does not condone abuse of any person, by any other person,
regardless of the ages, genders, heritage, or political or biological
relationships between any of the persons involved.  Abuse includes any
activity done without the willing participation of everyone directly
involved, unless done to prevent other abuse under this definition.
But it also includes using force or threats to interfere in, disrupt,
or prevent the activities of others NOT committing abuse under this
definition, by others who are NOT directly involved.  Any person guilty
of abuse under this definition should be arrested to prevent such abuse.

"There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book.  Books
are well written or badly written.  That is all."  -- Oscar Wilde

Fantasies are fantasies, and are not real life.  This story is a FANTASY
and if it involves abuse of anyone by anyone else, then nobody should
act that way in real life, nor tolerate anyone else acting that way in
real life.  But neither should anyone object, in real life, to anyone
else's FANTASIES, let alone try to justify real-life abuse because of
them.  In over 30 years of reading and writing stories like this, the
author has NEVER hurt any real person, nor tolerated anyone else doing
so.  Enjoying FANTASIES like this DOES NOT and NEED NOT not make anyone
a monster in real life, as long as they understand that real people are
not to be treated this way.

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                               Rescuing Jenny

This fantasy involves a man and a seven-year-old girl playing and having
fun, mostly in a non-sexual way but with sexual overtones, and only in
the third chapter, the girl telling him what numerous boys did to her:
bondage, humiliation, spanking, and (a very rare occurance in my
stories) one brief 'golden shower' (ugh) and death-threat episode.
Hopefully, the bondage and abuse will not be too distressing for people
reading it for the romance, but if you feel it's necessary to skip that,
continue with chapter four without missing too much.  This story is not
typical of my other stories, and differs in many significant ways. For
one thing, in this story, the girl actually does get rescued, because
she's lucky enough to find someone who cares about her enough to take
the serious risk of helping her.

                       Chapter 4: Rubbing It In

Jenny gets even more comfortable with him, and shows how much she trusts
him.

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                            Rescuing Jenny

                           by Georgie Porgie
                             3 March 2003



                       Chapter 4: Rubbing It In

     My luck, both good and bad, at finding Jenny in the park today
stirred up strong opposing emotions within me as I quickly located the
sunburn ointment and returned to her in my den.  The reality of Jenny
on my couch, waiting, intensified both the good and the bad feelings
in equal measure.  Standing in the doorway for a moment, I couldn't
help being affected by the sight of her.  Lovely golden hair flowed in
waves over her shoulders, and over her dress that I had lifted up and
left there minutes before.  Her smooth bare skin, creamy pale pink,
formed her beautiful back, small ripples showing the location of her
shoulder blades and ribs, down to the naturally beautiful curve of her
bottom, the sharp curve where her legs began, her slender thighs sadly
interrupted by man-made imperfection, her light pink panties, still in
place where I had left them.  And she wanted me to see her just like
that, or at least she didn't mind, and freely allowed me to enjoy the
pleasure that her beauty gave me.

     But the only reason she was here at all had little to do with me.
Ultimately, chance had brought her to me only because others who had
no respect for her or appreciation of her as a person had abused her
intolerably.  I could only feel rage at them, whether Jenny had been a
plain and scrawny waif, a chubby little dwarf, or the awesomely sexy
and gorgeous seven-year-old princess she was.  Beauty made no more of
a moral difference in how people should be treated than did race, or
social status.  Or age.  Everyone deserved to to have their desires
respected, and it angered me how Jenny had been treated, for the same
reasons it angered me how I was treated.

     I gazed upon the girl waiting for me, wanting me, as I crossed
the room toward her, and for awhile, my anger melted away, soothed but
not forgotten.

     I knelt beside her, on both knees as if before a holy altar.  She
may as well have been my goddess, and I her trembling humble servant
in her temple.  Ever so gently, I began to spread the lotion on her
bare bottom, pressing lightly as she had asked, back and forth across
the tender mounds until I knew I had covered every part.

     Jenny lay quietly, her head turned to watch my face as I worked.
She kept her hands tucked under a small pillow beneath her head, her
right arm around it, the other beneath her chest out of the way so she
could keep me in sight.  Whenever I paused to look at her face, her
lips curled upward in a smile, and she'd nod ever so slightly as if to
say 'Go on, go on.'

     The touch excited me, aroused me.  I leaned closer to the couch
as I continued, to keep my growing arousal a secret.  I wasn't sure
how Jenny would react if she learned how her body affected me, and I
didn't want to upset her, just in case she'd already been taught this
sick society's unhealthy attitudes toward sexual attraction.

     "How does this feel?" I asked her.  "Is it helping at all with
the soreness from yesterday's spanking?"

     "Only a little," she murmured.  "But it feels good anyway."

     "It takes a few minutes to take effect," I explained.  "And it
won't do anything about soreness deep inside, only close to the skin
where I put it on.  That's why it's good for sunburns, because that's
only on top where it burned."

     "I've never had a sunburn," Jenny said.

     "You're lucky," I answered.

     "Not really.  Mommy never lets me play outside when it's sunny."

     I groaned, but I didn't say what I was thinking.  What could you
possibly say about someone so cruel?  That explained why Jenny was so
pale.  I didn't mind that; I liked pale skin on girls, but not at the
cost of denying them the right to have fun.  'I'll bet the bitch never
lets her play outside when it's rainy, either,' I grumbled to myself,
wondering how many days in a year that left.

     "I'm finished with your bottom now, Jenny," I told her.  She made
no move to pull her panties back up, as I waited, so I prompted, "Do
you want me to pull your panties back up for you?"  I actually hoped
not, but I never dared hope for the response she gave me.

     "Is it okay if I just leave my panties off, while you rub me with
the chocolate butter?"

     "Uhh!" I managed to say, speechless for a few seconds.  My cock
responded to her question more than my mouth did.  "Uhh!  Sure!!  It's
- it's - cocoa butter, though."

     "What's the matter?" Jenny giggled.  "Haven't you ever put lotion
on anyone before?"  Suddenly she looked worried, "You aren't mad at
me, are you, for wanting you to do that?  It's what Daddy always did."

     "No!!" I reassured her, "I'm not mad!  I'm just so happy, and I'm
surprised that something is happening that actually makes me happy for
a change.  And you're right, I've never put lotion on anyone before.
You'll have to tell me what to do, so that I do it just the way you
want me to.  So okay, you don't want me to pull your panties back up.
Do you want me to take them off you?"

     "Yes," she insisted.

     "There's something we have to talk about first," I sighed, again
cursing the damned society that thought it had a right to interfere in
something like this, something that two people both wanted, that could
never have any effect on anyone else.  "I've already done things that
would get me in a lot of trouble with the police if they ever found
out I did them, but I could still claim I was only saving you from the
mean boys, and had to take you home and calm you down.  But if I took
your panties off you, and they ever found out, there's nothing I could
say that would make any difference, nothing you could say that would
make any difference either, they would take me away and never let me
out again."

     "No!" she protested.

     "Jenny, that's what they'd do, if they found out.  I know it is,
because that's what they did," I paused.  I'd stepped a little further
into things I didn't want to tell her than I'd intended.

     "What they did?  When?"

     "Um, what they did to your Daddy," I evaded.

     "But I won't tell them!  And Mommy isn't here!  She's the one who
wanted them to hurt Daddy.  Not me!" she argued.

     "We haven't figured out what to do, to keep the boys from hurting
you again.  It might be the only way we can stop them is to try to get
them in trouble with the police.  But if we try that, the police will
ask you where you went today, and they'll keep asking you over and
over until they find out everything, even if you try not to tell them.
And it's not good for you to have to keep a secret, anyway.  I don't
want to do anything that ends up getting you hurt later, Jenny, not
even if it's somebody else's fault that it hurts you."

     Jenny flipped over, momentarily giving me a glimpse of her pussy
unclothed, before she quickly swung her legs off the couch and stood
up.  She leaned over, pushed her panties down to her ankles, stepped
out, and flopped back down on the couch face down.  "You didn't take
my panties off me!  I did!" she declared, smugly.  "Now please rub me
with the chocolate butter!"

     I shook my head, laughing and sighing at the same time.  I knew
it was risky, but she was my goddess, and I her trembling servant, so
I obeyed.  "Okay.  But it's COCOA butter!"

     "Chocolate!  Chocolate!" Jenny insisted, giggling.

     "Okay, you little silly, you win, it's chocolate.  Do ya want a
chocolate butt, er, should I put it on somewhere else?" I teased her
back.

     "Start with my feet, silly," my goddess commanded.

     "But you have your shoes on," I reminded her.  "And," I began to
say, but I stopped, entranced by the sight.

     Jenny had already swung her left knee up to her chest, and begun
pulling her sock and shoe off together.  But that isn't what held my
attention.  With one of her thighs by her chest, and the other still
laying on the couch, and her panties completely out of the picture,
two delicate lips peeked out at me, the soft beautiful mound I'd been
imagining all the while I'd swung her around.

     Though I only saw from the side, my heart quickened and my eyes
locked on the sight.

     Only a precious few seconds later, she tossed her shoe aside and
pushed her leg back down.  Drawing her right leg up similarly, she
rolled to face away from me, and the fleeting view disappeared, burned
into my brain's memory but knotting threads of longing tightly around
my heart.  And, perhaps, my cock, which had been more powerfully moved
by the moment than the rest of me, and naturally so.

     I leaned over her, admonishing, "Pulling your shoes off first,
then your socks, is faster than trying to do them both at once in a
big hurry."  I tugged at her heel, removing her shoe, and a moment
later she had her sock off.  She tossed it at my face, smiling at me.
I dodged and it landed across my shoulder.  "Okay, starting with your
feet, then."  I leaned over further and kissed her quickly, silencing
her interruption.  "Don't tell me everything to do, just let me figure
it out for myself.  Who knows, I might do it better than you've ever
had before, if you let me."

     There isn't much a person can do wrong, when rubbing chocolate-
I mean cocoa butter on a nearly naked little girl who is starving for
someone to show he cares about her and respects her and wants her to
be happy.  Assuming, that is, that the person honestly cares about
her, and likes her, and doesn't just consider it a chore to be over
with as quickly as possible.  After just a few mistakes that left the
goo dribbling between her toes, I learned the right amount of lotion
to squirt out, and after that it was all pleasure, for both of us, as
I gently caressed her warm tender body.

     I made sure to watch her face from time to time, so that I would
know how she felt about me touching her.  After all, her feelings were
all that mattered to me in the whole process.  Whenever I looked, her
smile reassured me that she wanted me to continue, and that everything
I had done had made her feel happy and loved.  That was just the way I
wanted her to feel, for her to sense the truth of my affection for her
and to know that she was loved.

     Before I reached her knees, she had closed her eyes.  I knew from
her breathing and occasional murmurs that she hadn't fallen asleep.  I
smoothed the lotion onto her thighs, slowly rubbing my hands back and
forth, up and down, across her slender muscles.  Her climbing muscles,
I thought, smiling as I remembered her display of skill in the park,
and her display of the thighs I now had beneath my hands.

     "I think I should skip over your bottom this time, Jenny," I told
her, "since I already put on the other lotion.  Is that okay?"

     "My bottom feels sorta, I don't know, asleep or something."

     "It's probably numb.  That's the word for it when you can't feel
anything.  That's what the sunburn ointment does, to make the pain go
away."  I patted her soft cheeks, bouncing my hand lightly on her as
a test.  "Do you feel this?" I asked.

     "No," she answered.  "And it doesn't hurt at all anymore."

     "That's good," I said, relieved.  It was tempting to keep my hand
on her bare bottom, and feel her all over, as long as she couldn't tell
what I was doing, but I respected her too much to take advantage of her
that way.  Besides, it would delay my progress the rest of the way up
her back, and if she couldn't feel it, it couldn't make her happy, a
far more potent source of happiness for me.  "Okay, moving right along
then," I said, "I'll try not to tickle you too much."

     "That's okay," Jenny allowed.

     "You mean this is okay?" I asked, touching her very lightly on
the sides.   Immediately she began wriggling, squirming, and giggling,
swishing her arms back and forth across her sides to try to keep my
hands away.  I let up in a couple seconds.  I didn't want to remind
her of the boys torturing her, and I certainly didn't want to do it
myself, fun as it was to hear her giggling.  "If I touch with my whole
hand instead of just my fingers, it shouldn't tickle you very much," I
told her, "so I'll do that instead."

     "Okay, do that," she commanded, relaxing and closing her eyes.

     It felt so good to me to have someone trust me again, to finally
have someone in my life again who realized I could be trusted.  My
hands slid smoothly across her lower back, and down to the couch, this
time pressing firmly but gently, leaving a thin layer of lotion on the
return trip.  And it aroused me immeasurably to hold such a sexy girl
so closely.  My cock swelled to its maximum size, as stiff as I'd ever
felt it, as I caressed Jenny's body.  I admired her beautiful form, my
heart having no words, needing no words, to describe her effect on me.

     My brain, ever the annoying analyst, noticed that Jenny's hips,
stomach, and chest all had the exact same width, and wondered if that
golden ratio, 1:1:1, was what gave her such power over me.  Was it a
mathematical law all these little girls used on me, so I could never
escape from them any more than I could escape gravity, even if such a
pointless existance appealed to me, to live without loving girls?

     I rubbed my hands over her back, feeling the ripples of her ribs
like a frame beneath a velvet exterior.  My fingers sought out the
ridges of her spine and retreated along those ripples, and again, and
yet again, like an ocean wave kissing a beach but afraid to linger.  I
moved to her shoulder blades.

     "No, go back," Jenny pleaded.  "Keep doing that, that thing you
were doing."

     I smiled and returned to her ribs, running my fingers along them
from her spine to her sides.  "This?" I asked, just to be sure.

     "Yes, I like that a lot," she sighed.

     "There are so many things you would like even more, if only this
damned society wouldn't stop you from finding out about them."

     Jenny gasped.  "You said a bad word!"

     I lifted my hands in surprise.  "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say
that out loud," I apologized.  "But words aren't bad unless they're
untrue or meant to hurt someone's feelings."  And if this society
wasn't damned, then the word had no useful meaning, I thought.  When
it damns so many people who only want to do good, and destroys their
lives out of hatred, what other word says it better?  But I kept that
sentiment to myself.

     I took a deep breath and let it out to relax again.  I squirted
the last of the cocoa butter onto my hand, and finished rubbing it
onto her shoulders.  "Well, we're all out of lotion," I said, shaking
the empty bottle and spluttering a few more drops out so I could rub
along her side once more.

     "But now you can't do my front!" Jenny complained, disappointment
evident in her tone.

     "I'll get some more from Piggly Wiggly's as soon as possible," I
decided.  That would be difficult, though, since I would either have
to leave Jenny alone, or take her to the store with me.  I loathed the
first option and the second was far too risky under the circumstances.
She wasn't the only one who felt sorely disappointed.

     Jenny rose to her hands and knees, then stood on her knees.  Her
dress fell as she swung her foot off the couch.  She stood, turned to
me, and leaned against me, her arms around me.

     I had a big dilemma as I knelt by the couch, the sweet-smelling
golden hair of this lovely seven-year-old girl pressing against my
cheek as she hugged me.  A big something, anyway.  At last I turned to
face her, hoping she wouldn't notice, and drew her close to me, and we
kissed again. 

     "I love you, Jenny."

     "I know.  I love you too, Kenny."

     "I know."

     "Are you hungry?  I am."

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