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 By Dudester (Mf(12), cons)

   This story takes place in the land of "What if?" In 1978, The US
Congress became alarmed at the absolute explosion of child porn and the
fact that it was big business.  Before, only a couple of small
jurisdictions had attempted to battle cp, but when it was revealed that cp
was forecasted to earn one million that year (BIG money back then), the
Congress stepped in and outlawed cp.  The ACLU countered that the law
violated the first amendment (freedom of expression) was too broad and too
vague.  The US Supreme Court stepped up and said that since Congress was
authorized by the Constitution to regulate interstate business, that
Congress was within its authority to ban cp, but What if?  What if the
Supremes had ruled that the tenth amendment had authority in the case,
allowing the states to decide the issue on their own?

   In the world of this story, six states decided that possession of cp was
legal (but production wasn't), one northern state allowed erotic nude
modeling as young as eight (but no sex) and one southwestern state realized
that pedophiles were actually very creative and prosperous, and therefore
allowed regulated production of cp.  Thirteen-year-olds could participate
without parental consent, but only in girl/girl, boy/girl straight sex, or
man/girl straight sex with vaginal or oral sex only with no multiple
partners (gangbangs) allowed.  Fifteen-year-olds could do gangbangs and
anal, but no extreme sex acts (watersports, BDSM etc.) allowed until age
18. 12-year-olds could appear in a boy/girl or man/girl pairing with
notarized parental consent, and this is where my story begins.

   I heard the crunching of gravel as the cab pulled into my circular
driveway.  I looked out the bay window and saw the girl pay the cabbie as
she got out of the cab.  Even with the long coat on, I could see that she
was thin-framed.  The cab pulled away and she turned towards my door.  I
met her at the door and saw a freckle-faced young girl with long red hair.
As she stepped into the foyer, I took her coat and saw that she was wearing
a red button-down shirt and blue jeans.  Golf ball-sized bumps on her chest
pushed against the fabric of her shirt.

   First, there was the administrative work to be done.  I had her step
into my office where I asked for her state model card.  Placing it on the
copy machine, I printed out the copy and saw that her name was Laurie and
she was twelve.  I also took the filled-out hard copy of the online
application form.  Before I could ask, she gave me her notarized release. I
checked the release for all the correct signatures, stapled it to the copy
of her model card, and placed the papers in a manila folder on my desk.

   I then ushered Laurie back to my sunken living room.  I sat her on a
couch in front of my camera and asked her to take off her shoes and socks
as it would speed up the interview.  Now, with her barefoot, I turned on
the camera and started the interview.

   "Hello" I started, "what's your name?"

   "Laurie."

   "And how old are you, Laurie?"

   "I'm twelve."

   "And what you like to do today, Laurie?"

   "I want to have sex with you."

   "Have you had sex yet?"

   "No".

   "Is your cherry intact?" I asked, a little concerned - some customers
were squeamish about blood.

   "No, I took care of that with a vibrator my mom gave me."

   "How was that?"

   "It was painful at first, but then it got better."

   "How many times have you used the vibrator since then?"

   "I don't know, six or seven."

   "So, what brought you to me?"

   "Are you kidding?  Every girl my age wants to have sex with you, Dave."

   "Thank you.  OK, let's take a look at you.  Stand up and turn around."

   She stood up and began a slow twirl.  I panned the camera to catch her
tiny little figure.  Before she could stop I told her to take off her
shirt. She must have rehearsed this at home.  She slowly began unbuttoning
her shirt.  As she undid the last button, it became obvious she had no bra
on.  When she got to the last button, she carefully pulled her shirt out of
her pants so as not to expose her tiny breasts.  She turned her back to the
camera and carefully let her shirt fall from her shoulders, then slowly let
it fall off of her.  She turned back to the camera, allowing two tiny white
cones, topped with puffy pink nipples to be seen.

   "Keep going" I told her.

   She then unzipped her jeans, exposing a small white thong underneath,
and slid them down her long flawless legs.  Facing the camera, she pulled
the fabric of her thong aside, exposing a bald pubic mound atop two
wonderful, also hairless pussy lips.  She turned her back, giving the
camera a look at her nice firm ass.  Teasingly, and slowly, she slid the
waistband of her thong down until it was just below the crease of her ass.
Turning back to face the camera, she hooked two thumbs in her waistband and
wiggled her thong from side to side before she slid it down to mid-thigh.
She put her legs together and let the thong slide to the floor.  Like many
girls would, she then sat with her knees together.

   "Spread your legs" I told her.

   She complied, opening her legs to expose the underside of her pussy
lips. I could see that she was becoming excited as her lips were becoming
inflamed and pinkish.  I zoomed the camera in to get a good look at her
preteen pussy, and then zoomed halfway out.

   "Open yourself up for me" I requested.

   She used her hands to open her pussy lips, showing her tiny red love
hole, now glistening with moisture.  I zoomed in again.  The camera lights
showed that her hymen was no longer intact.

   I turned on a white vibrator and handed it to her.  She knew what to do,
rubbing it first on her clit, cooing, and then working it into her tiny
love hole.  I caught the action as the five-inch vibrator slid all but a
half inch into her, squeezing out moisture that now ran down her ass in
tiny drops.

   She worked the vibrator in and out several times before I finally took
the vibrator from her and stepped in.  I placed her ankles around my
shoulders and forced my throbbing cock into her.  The camera caught the
action as I slid balls-deep in her, eliciting a combination moan/wail
(another camera caught the action from the side-I would work that in
later).

   I started pumping her vigorously.  Like all other girls her age, she was
tight.  We were both breathing heavily.  I didn't last too long, pumping my
seed into her in four mind-blowing spurts.

   I took a moment to catch my breath, then stood up and made sure that the
camera caught that her pussy now oozed a combination of our juices.  I then
turned the camera off and had Laurie go with me to my bedroom.

   I have four cameras in the bedroom and I use them to fully exploit the
situation.  I started Laurie out on all fours.  I came up behind her and
checking the monitors, I saw the camera observe a side view as my six
inches slid into her.  Grabbing her hips, I started working her back and
forth.  She moaned softly as I went slowly.  About a minute later I started
pounding her.  She grunted with each slap of my thigh against hers.  I
pounded her for a minute, and then shifted so that I was on my back.

   I had her mount me, the camera catching her tiny pussy expanding to take
my length and girth in her.  I then allowed her to set the pace which was
slow, but consistent.  After a couple of minutes, I had her stop and I
pushed the master pause button on my bed board.  I lifted my phone from my
bed board and called my neighbor Phil.  As usual, he caught it on the
second ring.

   "Phase four" was all I had to tell him.

   Two minutes later, Phil was at my house.  Phil is my camera man for my
roving shot.  Most of the girls get shy when he comes over as the girls are
naked he just walks in the bedroom.  Phil gets right to work picking up a
camera.  He knows what camera angles I like as he catches the expression on
the girl's faces when I fuck them and he zooms in on the crotch shot at the
right time.  He even knows to listen to my breathing so that he can catch
the pumping action of the underside of my dick as I pump my love juice into
them.

   I laid Laurie on her back.  I mounted her from atop and kept her ankles
near my shoulders.  As I started pumping her, Phil started circling the
bed. Free to enjoy myself, I only take about five minutes in "Phase Four",
and I did as I pounded Laurie's tiny little love hole, filling her with cum
for the second time.  Phil caught the magic moment, my dick jerking as
three long spurts and one short spurt went in her.  Most of my love juice
either squeezed out during my orgasm or ran out in a gush as I withdrew
from her.

   "Thanks Phil" I told my neighbor.

   "No problemo" Phil said as he set down the camera.

   It didn't escape Laurie's notice that Phil began undoing the tie string
on his sweat pants.

   "Listen Laurie" I told her, "as a favor to Phil for doing the taping, I
let him go after me.  He shouldn't take too long and he won't hurt you."

   "OK" she replied with a little uncertainty in her voice.

   Phil mounted her and went right to work.  I went into my study and cut
Laurie a check for the session.  I returned to the bedroom a minute before
Phil finished.  Laurie was panting with her eyes closed as Phil pumped her
with abandon.  Noisily, he then shot his cum in her.

   He stayed atop her for a minute as he caught his breath.  As he withdrew
from her I saw another gush of juices come from her.  There was a large
puddle that was now joining the other juices that had already come out of
her.  In an hour, I would have a maid at the house changing out the sheets
and comforter.  I actually don't sleep in that bed.

   Phil sat up next to Laurie.  "You OK?" I asked her.

   "Yeah, wow, that was interesting" she replied.

   "You can clean up in the bathroom, there's a shower and a bidet,
whatever you prefer."

   Laurie went in the bathroom.  I heard the shower turn on seconds later.
Phil got up and gustily shook my hand.  He is the best free cameraman in
the business, grateful for the only payment he receives - young pussy. 
He's married, but neither of us has told his wife what he does here.

   Laurie emerged from the shower, wrapped in a towel.  I gave her the
check and walked her back to my living room so she could get dressed.  As
she dressed, I called her a cab.  When the cab arrived I walked her out and
we shared a quick kiss.  She left with a smile and a wave.  I went back and
checked my itinerary.  Tomorrow, I would be screwing a thirteen-year-old
flying in from Hawaii.

   "Oh well" I said to myself as I went in to put the tapes together.

  
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