Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title: Kids Facial Studio!! Keywords: gM, ped, oral, group, cons Author: Tey Reynolds Robinson "I have found no greater joy in life than that of ejaculating on the joyous faces of children." - Humberton the Great, 500 B.C. Picture for a second a different future, a future in which certain laws and standards have shifted. A future in which the erotic is celebrated without arbitrary boundaries. This future is realized in one such venue, an unassuming film studio in small town America. And one common man, though uncommon in his blood, which is unbeknownst to him tied to great cunnyseurs of yore, this "common" man, steps forward into a brave new world. Young Carrie, at this moment, has entered this unassuming film studio and is waiting patiently. She has just reached the age of twelve, is quite pretty by conventional standards, with her dark hair touching her bare shoulders, her body making faint impressions underneath her airy summer dress. Her face is alight; curious. Anticipating. She has signed on to perform in a unparalleled piece of performance art, art which will continue the shift of eroticism into a more free world. A door in the back of the room opens, and the common man enters. "Carrie, are you ready?" ***** "Thank you, honey," Mrs. Benton says as her husband brings her a fresh cup of tea. They settle onto the sofa in front of the TV, awaiting the next program on the public access channel that they watch every evening. As a senior couple who have lived in the town for decades, they are heavily invested in the community. Currently, a commercial for a local car dealership is playing, the owner pointing at the screen and daring the viewer to find a better deal. Mrs. Benton smiles, for she knows the owner to be a good man. Her husband nods sternly; he knows him to be a good man as well. Not all people in the community are good, but they both know them when they see them. After the commercial, the screen goes black, and then the jingle of a new program arises. Mr. Benton gets more comfortable and puts an arm around his wife. A title card arises, in cartoony letters, and an accompanied shout of childrens' voices say the name of the program: "Kids Facial Studio!!!" "What a nice-sounding program," Mrs. Benton comments, and her husband nods again. The image opens to a pretty girl, sitting in a white, modern-looking room, quite bare (the room, not the girl, though the girls' dress is a tad too daring for Mrs. Benton's tastes). A man off-camera asks the girl questions about herself. She says that her name is Carrie, and that she is twelve years old. As they get into hobbies, Mrs. Benton gets an uncomfortable feeling. A large amount of time is spent interviewing the girl, whom the camera focuses on in flattering closeups. There are no signs of a salon anywhere. What about the facial? she wonders. Then the off-camera man asks a question that makes the old woman choke on her tea. "Is this your first time seeing a penis?" Mr. Benton shoots forward in his seat. Carrie, on screen, smiles and nods her head. Her eyes are attentive, looking upwards in wait. "What kind of program is this?" the old man demands, and soon his question is answered. A man's cock enters the frame, fully erect and hovering inches in front of young Carrie's face, which is still smiling. "Honey!" Mrs. Benton shouts, but she's clutching her chest. She cannot believe what she's seeing. Carrie reaches up and gingerly touches the cock, tracing it with her fingers and smiling wider. She looks up at the owner of the cock, the corner of her mouth turns upwards, and she returns to the member, closing her grip slightly. The head glistens and stiffens towards her. Despite the obscenity of it, the Bentons cannot bring themselves to change the channel. They are hypnotized beyond belief, and to their horror, a pair of masculine hands appear and take the cock from the girl's gentle grip, and begin masturbating it before her. Carrie returns her hands to her lap and looks up with brimming anticipation, as something else is visibly brimming from the jacking cock. And then it happens, a white rope launches and alights perfectly across Carrie's lips, vertically so that when she laughs, the rope flaps. Another drapes her cheek, and a third clings and dangles for life from her chin, swinging there as the man jacks his cock and grunts. Then he is still, and steps away, and the the camera pulls back slightly as Carrie faces it and frames her decorated face with her hands, smiling. The camera fades out, the white marks on the pretty girl's face the last thing to disappear, and then the title card comes up again: "Kids Facial Studio!!!" The old couple are left in silence, save for Mrs. Benton's shocked, heavy breathing, as is she had endured an orgasm herself. But she most certainly did not. ***** Kids' Facial Studio Fact #27: "Did you know that semen is good for the skin? Studies conducted by the Organization for Sexual Health have concluded that application of seminal fluid to skin has the same effects as a visit to the spa. So slap it on, it's way more fun!" ***** A phone rings. Craig, our common man, answers after reluctantly leaving his video editing work. "Yes?" he says. "I want to know what the hell type of programming you're putting out there." an angry voice commands. "Yes? You've seen our program?" "I have, and it's deplorable. You should be drawn and quartered, son." "Well, sir, I'm sorry you don't approve." "You're goddamned right I don't approve." "Perhaps you are not the target audience, then." "Just what is your target audience?" "Anybody who appreciates what we have to show." "You mean pedophiles." "Well yes, I'm sure they make up our prime viewership. But also young girls themselves. Or anybody that appreciates good clean fun. What's hot is hot, after all. You don't have to be a--um,--'pedophile.'" "Well I think it's sick. You should be shot." "That's nice, sir. Well thank you for your input." Before the angry man can complain further, Craig hangs up the phone and sighs. Such is the life of a pioneer in young erotica. ***** "Kids Facial Studio Drenches the Ratings" Not many men can say they're proud of helming one of the world's first programs dedicated to the exploitation of children, but Craig Henderson is definitely brimming. He is also brimming quite literally from his own masculinity, which has starred in the first several programs of his "Kids Facial Studio," a program that specializes in the presentation of pretty young girls getting ejaculated on. Soon Craig won't have to worry about finding male participants, as they are already lining up. "I don't see it as exploitation," Craig says. "Kids Facial Studio is about celebrating the beauty and eroticism of our youth, from the ages when their sensuality starts to show, all the way up past puberty, and the appreciation is expressed in the most visceral--but I think the most beautiful--way possible: a pretty face, accentuated by the marks of passion that it has sprung forth. That's what Kids Facial Studio is all about." Nevertheless, Henderson's program has already drawn the ire of the community, which doesn't take kindly to seeing local girls cummed upon. But Craig is quick to note that all his actresses are willing participants, and that we are in quickly-changing times. It will be interesting to see how Kids Facial Studio survives in the coming moths. Will it continue to be a hit? Or will it be a big, flaccid flop? ***** Stacey. Ten, blonde, skinny, elfish. Lively blue eyes that hide a naughty, playful side. Their secret is about to be out. "So you say you have seen a penis before?" Craig asks from behind the camera. Stacey nods and can't seem to control her smile. "Where?" "Practicing for this," she says, and they leave it at that. Behind Craig stands Mr. Frederick, the head of the public-access channel. He seems uncomfortable, disapproving. He folds his arms. Nearby stands a woman in her late thirties, smiling and nervous. Stacey's mother. As Stacey gazes intently at the camera, a man steps from behind a partition to her right. He is completely nude and erect. Stacey's eyes shift over with some pleasant surprise. The man is in his twenties and is a bit dweebish: a messy black haircut crowns a bony face with black-rimmed glasses, but the camera only focuses on his scrawny lower half, and his long and rather thin cock,which is already in his hands as he approaches Stacey. She looks up at the man, who is in another plane of existence. He doesn't give her the opening to touch him, but rather presses forward and pushes the head of his penis into her soft cheek. jacking it as it indents her face. Stacey's mother bites her lip, but Stacey is delighted. The man breathes heavily and proceeds to drag his member across the girl's face, back-and-forth over her cheek, over her pursed lips, and along her neck. He is growing progressively more ravenous, and he leaves moist trails on the girl's face. He pushes into her cheek again, and that's when he cums. With the tip pressed against her skin, eruptions of white form and flood around it, trailing down and dropping onto her white dress. Stacey laughs as the expulsion empties, and then the man rubs himself on her face again, spreading the load to her lips, back-and-forth, groaning suddenly louder. The last shot Craig gets is the girl laughing, beside herself as the scrawny man continues to rub his cock on her smile. "And, cut!" he shouts. The man smears his tip one more time, then regretfully steps back. "Alright Sam, all done. Go clean yourself up and take a shower or something, damn." "Don't say my name," the scrawny man says. "Quit worrying. Now shoo!" Sam turns and meanders awkwardly with his messy erection lowering, looking briefly at the clothed people assembled and watching him. He blushes and quickly disappears to the partition, leaving only Stacey with his load. Another man with a still-photography camera steps up. "Show off that load," Craig says, and Stacey's lively eyes gaze into the photographer's lens, her smile holding a cradle of cum. "Good job, honey!" her mother calls. The camera flashes. Stacey turns her head to show off the spread on her cheek. She smiles wider. "How was that compared to practice?" Craig asks. Stacey takes a moment to run her finger over her lips and then replies, "fun." Another flash. A final glamour shot with Stacey giving a thumbs-up. A bit of Sam's semen runs down her fingers. "And that's a wrap!" Craig calls, and another stage-hand steps forward to hand Stacey a towel. Her mother approaches her and pats her shoulder. Mr. Frederick steps forward as Craig puts away his camera. "I must say, I don't rightly approve." "Well, that guy was a little too forward," Craig says. "I should have expected that. I don't think I'll be bringing him back." Mr. Frederick sighs. "I mean the whole affair in general, Craig. Granted, you're giving us ratings. Incredible ratings. But we'll probably have a mob with pitchforks soon enough." "All good publicity, I guess," Craig says as he unscrews his tripod from the camera. "I may have to drop you." He looks up, not quite surprised but still a little disappointed. "Well that'd be awful." "Gotta look after myself." "Yeah, well--" he pops the camera loose. "I think we're popular enough now, might be able to go independent with this. I kind of want to see how far it goes, and if we reach a milestone, throw a big party and video it." "You mean a sex party?" "A facial party. All our regular girls and guys in a get-together, with some group facials as party favors. It'd make an awesome Blu-Ray." "Sounds awfully seedy to me," Mr. Frederick says. "These are young girls, not hired hookers." "Hey, I know that. They are well-paid, though." Mr. Frederick sighs again as Craig stands. "And what about that man?" he asks. "Was he tested? He put his dick all up in her face." "Like I said, I wasn't expecting that. There's so many different guys lining up, I just as soon prefer they don't touch the models, but he'll be tested, don't worry." "See this is the type of thing that will bring you down. You're a hair's width from being a glorified brothel." "Relax. I got it under control. Besides, aren't you dropping me?" "I said `maybe.' I'll let you know. In the meantime, please look after these girls. I gather as they get older, they'll come to regret this very much." Craig looks over to Stacey, who is now standing and talking excitedly with her mother. She makes gestures with her hands, re-enacting the way Sam had forcibly brought himself to orgasm on her. ***** Carrie, the first star of Kids Facial Studio, settles into her chair at the sixth grade. Dressed much the same as she was on the program--with an airy summer dress, she is in perfect comfort, even with the knowing looks and tactless questions of her peers. It is a thing one gets used to with stardom: the constant celebrity status. Add the all-too-known trials of being a child star, add that to being a local access legend, and multiply that by the amount of notoriety that pornography brings, and one would have an accurate figure of Carrie's burden. Yet, she smiles. Her fame wasn't so bad; her classmates and teachers were well-behaved and understanding. Even admiring. "So you're gonna do another one?" an excitable young boy to Carrie's right, Rob, dim-witted but friendly, asks. "Yeah, soon I think," Carrie says. "Oh boy." "Can I be in one?" a girl to her left asks. "What do I need to do to get in on it? "You just call the station, and the director there does interviews," Carrie says. "You gotta have your parents call." "Aw shoot," the girl says. "I think my mom might be okay with it," someone else says. "Now class, calm down," the teacher, Mr. C, cuts in. He appears very tired, and with good reason. For the past two weeks all his students ever talk about is facials. ***** A brightly-lit room. A cheap conference table. Two rows of grim-faced baby-boomers. "I honestly don't know what's to be done," the grimmest of the grim-faced men says. "It's already far too popular. We have as many praises as we do complaints." "It's the complaints that matter," a stern woman says. "It's obviously an assault on decency and a theft of innocence." Another man, less grim, merely coughs. He appears to not agree with the innocence bit. "If we cut Kids Facial Studio, then sure as canker sores they'll just go ahead and produce more of their filth anyway." "Yes, but we cannot stand for it to exist on our channel. We make a stand. No child abuse on channel four." The coughing man coughs again, and turns to face the head of the table. "If I may ask, have any of you been watching?" "Of course not!" "Despicable!" "I saw a snibbet of it maybe once or twice." The man smirks, and reaches for a remote that rests in the middle of the table. "If I may..." A button is pressed, and a television off to the side of the room flickers. Before the picture comes in, there is already the laughter of a girl, who is seen seconds later beaming up at a man's cock as he gives it lengthy strokes. The collected members of the board watch, stern-faced as the happy girl is draped in ribbons of cum. "My god, it's more bold than I thought." "Horrid." "Horrendous!" "Though you will notice," the calm man says, "that the girl isn't distressed. In fact, she seems very jubilant." The facial finished, the happy little girl turns to the camera, instinctively tracing her tongue at the corner of her mouth. The segment ends and fades into a segue bit, with different girl prancing around in a park. "She is acting," the woman says. "Merely acting. In fact, she is probably coerced into smiling for the camera." "There's nothing to suggest that," the calm man says. "Mr. Henderson appears to be very transparent with the way the show is run. And there are parent signatures--" "Fuck the signatures!" another man shouts. "That clip settles it. No child abuse on channel four!" "Aye!" "Aye!" Papers are shuffled as the next order of business is tended to, and the lone outspoken defender of Kids Facial Studio reluctantly picks up the remote and shuts off the TV, terminating the sight of the young girl walking backwards and talking to the camera. ***** "This looks like a good spot," Craig says as he follows Carrie along the beach, holding his camera in front of him to capture her image, the heart-fluttering image of youth swathed in thin cotton stirred by the breeze. Carrie turns around and smiles. She brushes the hair out of her eyes. "Here?" "Yeah." "Think anybody will see us?" "Not that it matters." Though clothes-optional beaches are still quite a thing in this age, still sanctioned off to their own sections, attitudes have been relaxed in the recent years, and there would be few people who would bat an eye at a young girl stripping naked by the water. But one must take precautions when filming such tantalizing scenes. Carrie turns to face her side towards Craig as he sets up the camera. Reaching down, and with one swift motion, she pulls her dress up and over her head. She is wearing nothing underneath. Craig stops to marvel. Carrie is looking off in the distance, distracted by something and quite comfortable in the nude. The breeze flutters her hair, but the more bristly and resilient hair below, which she has just started growing, remains still and perfect. She looks in his direction. "Weren't you shooting me?" "Right, right." The camera prep is quick; Craig has no tripod. Just walk and shoot. "Alright, say hi, Carrie!" "Hi!" she says, beaming, beautiful, bare. ***** "Hi" Carrie says to the screen. She is framed so that only face and bare collarbone are seen. One could only imagine the tremors of anticipation experienced upon witnessing this. Especially considering that, up until now, all the girls on the program have been clothed. The camera pulls back to reveal round, smooth shoulders, and farther back still to reveal all hopes and dreams. Carrie walks backwards to put her whole body into frame, every inch of it unburdened by clothes. Her breasts are budding and free, and her body is an even shade from head do toe, interrupting at the convex point between her legs, wherein lies a dark tuft that moves with her hips as she steps backwards. She turns and bounds into the water of a pristine beach, allowing the camera to view her fully nude from the back, and the audience to admire the movements of her butt. The video goes on for five minutes; just Carrie frolicking in the water and bounding back up onto the beach, wandering the shore and the patch of trees nearby, like a shipwrecked nymph, always in motion, always enticing. There is no facial, and there is no need for one. It's a perfect bonus material for the Kids Facial Studio DVD. "Hi, I'm Carrie Weathers, and I want you to keep watching Kids Facial Studio." ***** "Man, this one here, volume three, is the best!" "Oh really? I don't know if anything can top volume two, they had two girls at once in that one." Two young men stand by the racks of an adult DVD store. They are at the "specialty" shelf, where Craig's Kids Facial Studio DVDs reign supreme over a few other amateur ventures, all with covers featuring camcorder stills of smiling childrens' faces accentuated with cum. Standing nearby is Mr. Frederick, not really looking at anything in particular, but listening most intently. "Man, but this one is huge! They upped their production big-time. They even got bonus stuff with the main girl Carrie nude!" "Who, wait, what?" "Yeah, it's softcore stuff, but it's amazing. She runs around a beach and stuff, and she's naked the whole time." "That sounds awesome." "It is". "They don't have her naked and getting cummed on at the same time?" "No, I wish." "Still..." "You should buy it, man. I already bought two copies." Mr. Frederick furrows his brow and leaves the shop. ***** Mr. C sits in his office, sweating, though the air is not hot. His office now is his last sanctuary. It is his relief from the bright, youthful faces that fill his classroom, faces, that--thanks to his recent purchases of Kids Facial Studio DVDs--he cannot imagine without a bursting cock next to them. He considers taking his own cock out and relieving himself right there before his next class, but there is a knock at the door. "Come in." The last person he wants to see (or perhaps just the person he wants to see), Carrie, walks in. "Hi Mr. C, could I talk with you?" "Sure. Sure, Carrie, what may I do for you?" Carrie closes the door. Mr. C loosens his collar and swallows. "Is everything alright?" Carrie takes a seat and folds her hands primly in her lap. "Well," she says. "I noticed that... that you've seem kind of distracted as of late." Who, me? Mr. C thinks. Certainly not. "I beg your pardon?" "I just wanted to make sure... Mr. C, I'm not distracting to you, am I?" The old teacher doesn't know what to say. Yes? No, that's alright, just keep on getting cummed on by older men and then talk about it freely in class? He was not used to such situations. "Well, no, erm, well yes, I suppose." "I just wanted to say that there's no reason for you to be disturbed." "I'm afraid there is most definitely a reason, young lady." "But why?" "Why? W-why?" Mr. C is almost spitting as he sputters in astonishment. "I mean, do you have the same hang-ups about women you work with?" "I must say, Carrie, this conversation is taking quite a personal turn." That was Mr. C's way of saying "why yes, I do find myself driven mad by the beautiful women that surround me." "Is it really that bothersome to acknowledge that people are sexual?" she asks next, quite boldly. "Why no, that's expected of course. But that's quite different from--from what you're doing. You may be sexual, yes, but it's not something I care to know about." "But why?" Mr. C lets out a defeated sigh. "I mean, it's not like I'm doing things in class." "No..." "So I don't see how just knowing about it is disturbing to you." "Look, Carrie, I come from more modest times. When I was your age, we just didn't talk about this sort of stuff." "But you did it, right?" Mr. C sighs again. Carrie keeps going; she's on a roll now. "You could drive yourself crazy if you think about what each and every person is doing with their sex life." "Yes, that's why sex lives should be private," Mr. C says, leaning forward. "But shouldn't you be able to co-exist with others' sexuality?" she says. "You can't just pretend that everybody you know is asexual." "Maybe you should be the one lecturing, Carrie." "I'm just saying--and I don't want to prod, Mr. C--that maybe the reason you're hung up is that you're all bottled up." "What, is this a psychological examination now?" "I've been reading some blogs written by porn stars, and it's really cool, how they go about their day, they talk and interact with people who know exactly what they do for a living, but they don't treat them any differently and they don't get hung up on it. Probably because they're already accepting of it; it's nothing strange to them." "Like I said, I come from more modest times." "That must have been awful." "We had morals then." "I have morals," Carrie says indignantly. Mr. C chuckles, despite himself. "Mr. C, you might think this is overly personal, but you haven't had much of a sex life, have you?" Mr. C is of course speechless. Partly because of the boldness of the question, but also because Carrie was right. A bachelor at sixty-two, Mr. C never married. And being a prudish man raised before the Sexual Revolution, and always being the chubby, self-conscious kid, he did not have many sexual encounters to speak of. And yes, it was not just Carrie, but the adults who worked at the school, the young substitute teachers fresh out of college, who wore blouses that hung open at the breast and hugged their frame, who didn't hide their attractiveness and who sometimes spoke of romantic pursuits, these women drove Mr. C out of his mind. He thought being a teacher would provide solace from the sex-filled world about him, but that was until someone deemed it okay for kids to be sexual, and before Carrie marched into his career wearing her promiscuity on her sleeve. He realizes he has gone a full minute without answering her, and Carrie is smiling knowingly. ***** Carrie steps out of Mr. C's office, dabbing her lips with a tissue, when two other girls see her. "Oh, Carrie," one of them says. "We were just looking for you. Are you busy after school?" "I don't think so," Carrie says, and right as she says it, her cell phone rings. "Hold on." She answers it--"Hello?"--and her friends wait patiently. "Oh hi Craig. Yeah, I'm just--oh, really? Wow, that's awesome. I knew it would happen sooner or later. What? Oh yeah, that sounds great. I'd be down. Do I know anybody, you ask?" She laughs. "Don't worry about that. Great, I'll call you back later tonight." She hangs up the phone and smiles at her friends, who are exchanging confused glances. "Say, how would you guys like to go to a party?" They exchange glances again, and they smile as they think they know what this means. "What kind of party?" ***** "Kids Facial Studio Comes on the Air Once More" After a response to local outrage over the notorious "Kids Facial Studio," it seems the decision to axe the child erotica program has been reversed due to a show of support far outnumbering the concerned. In the past months, the program has enjoyed a massive audience in the home video market, with Kids Facial Studio Volume 3 hitting shelves this week. "I can't keep them stocked," says local adult video store owner Jeff Britches. "People come in asking me if any more have come in. It's crazy." When asked what he personally thought of the program, Mr. Britches declined to comment. According to Craig Henderson, the mastermind behind Kids Facial Studio, the DVD and Blu-Ray line will continue, featuring unique and more racy content that won't be seen on TV. It's a glimpse of grander horizons for the TV mogul, who hinted at possible live entertainment ventures some point in the future. "But that's all hush-hush," Henderson pressed. ***** The "live ventures" Craig mentioned to the newspaper reporters was a bug that had been in his head since the beginning, and it was about to have a partial realization tonight, at his very own house, which is brimming with people: men, women, and young girls. Music thrums, drinks are passed around, strobe lights flash, and confetti litters the air. There is a knock at the door. Craig finds his way to the entrance and opens the door to a smiling Carrie. "Hi!" "I was worried," Craig says. Wearing her now-trademark white dress, Carrie enters, and behind her are two more girls of the same age, one with a short bob-cut and an Asian girl with long, raven hair. "I brought friends," she says. "Great!" The girls join with their contemporaries, of which there are at least half a dozen. They roam around the party and cavort just as the adults do. It seems to be a very normal party, until Craig motions for the music to be lowered. A hush develops, and Craig stands in the center of the living room. "I just want to thank you all for keeping this crazy dream alive. Now we've got two ventures: TV and home video. It can only go up from here!" Everybody cheers as he raises a glass, and the music resumes. A stocky middle-aged man steps into the center of the gathering with his erect cock out and in hand. "Takers?" Craig says, looking to the girls. Carrie steps up glances back at her friends. She takes to her knees as the man already begins jacking himself off. Cheers rise and a ring of people gather around the two, and Carrie looks at the bob-cut and Asian girls as the man masturbates. Their faces are happily shocked, even more so when the hasty spurt of semen hits Carrie's lips. The crowd cheers. "Let's hear it for Kids Facial Studio!" Craig shouts, and the party loosens up (in more ways than one). It was a jolly night. Without much organization, an occasional facial was doled out to any girl who wanted to try, with cameras flashing and fists pumping the air. Besides that, it was quite a normal party. Carrie's friends finally braved up to receive a facial, and both laughed and looked to Carrie with a sort of approval as their faces were graced. Eyes were met between girl and man, and many prized photographs and videos were taken (to be seen on Kids Facial Studio Vol. 4). And what the camera saw: panning, traveling shots through the dark and occasionally blindingly-lit living room. A girl on her knees, with her chin up, as a string of semen vertically lines her face. Glasses toasting. Carrie conversing with a mixed group of people, then seeing the camera and raising a cup with a smile. A very small blonde girl of about eight laughing heartily as two men jack off onto her, a small, spattering load on one cheek and a massive, stringy one on the other. Child-like fingers stretching out cum to examine it. One lucky man who has taken the initiative to lie naked on the couch and masturbate, around who several girls crowd, marvel, and assist (his eruption shoots straight up into the air well above the girls' heads, and Craig declares it the best shot on the video). Finally, all the girls present gather in a row, face the camera, and shout: "Kids Facial Studio!!" THE END