Kids Facial Studio!!!
by Tey Reynolds Robinson

[Editor] I've taken the liberty of editing and posting this classic story even though I haven't been able to contact the author. Tey, should you read this, please email me if you have any objections. This is your story and I will remove or modify it according to your instructions.

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"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 vision, which, unbeknownst to him, is 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 brown hair falling past her bare shoulders, her body making faint, intriguing impressions underneath her airy white summer dress. Her face is alight; curious. Anticipating. She only knows that she has signed on to perform in a unparalleled piece of performance art, art which will continue the advance of eroticism toward a freer, happier world. A door in the back of the room opens, and the common man enters. "Carrie, are you ready?” She gives him a shy smile.

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"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, accompanied by playful children’s voices shouting 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 cozy, modern-looking room, quite bare (the room, not the girl, though the girls' dress is a tad too revealing 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 sparkling, looking upwards in anticipation. "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, causing an awed reaction from the young girl. "Honey!" Mrs. Benton shouts, clutching her chest. She cannot believe what she's seeing. Carrie reaches up and gingerly touches the tip of the penis, tracing it with her fingers and smiling again. She looks up at the owner of the cock, the corners of her mouth turn upwards, then she returns to the member, gently closing her grip on it. The head puffs up and stiffens towards her. Despite the obscenity of it, the Bentons cannot bring themselves to look away or change the channel. They are mesmerized beyond control, and to their horror, they watch as a pair of masculine hands appear, take the cock from the girl's grip, and begin masturbating it right in front of her. Carrie folds her hands in her lap and looks on with eager anticipation, as something gooey begins to ooze from the little hole at the tip of the jacking cock. And then it happens. Inspired by Carrie’s innocent beauty, a white rope launches from the tip of the rigid cock and alights perfectly across Carrie's lips, vertically so that when she laughs, the rope flaps. A second eruption drapes her left 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 as the the camera pulls back slightly. Carrie faces it and frames her decorated face with her hands, smiling. The shot fades out, the white cum on the pretty girl's face the last thing to disappear, and then the title card comes up as the same childish voices chant again: “Kid's Facial Studio!!!" The old couple are left in silence, save for Mrs. Benton's shocked, heavy breathing, as if she had just experienced an orgasm herself. But she most certainly has not! Mr. Benton gives a disapproving glare as he carefully hastily places a magazine on his lap and opens it.

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Kids' Facial Studio Fun 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 beneficial effects as a visit to the spa. So splatter it on, it's more fun that way!”

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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 demands. "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 in our target audience, then." "Just what is your target audience?" "Anybody who appreciates the beauty of young faces decorated in semen." "You mean pedophiles." "Well yes, I'm sure they make up our prime viewership. But I mean anybody honest enough to acknowledge the erotic beauty of sperm coated pretty young faces, especially the girls themselves. If you watch closely you’ll see how much fun they’re having! What's hot is hot, after all. You don't have to be a—um,—'pedophile' to see how erotic kid’s facials are.”

"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 youth erotica.

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"Kids Facial Studio Drenches the Ratings" Not many men can say they're proud of creating the world's first mainstream TV program dedicated to the sexual exploitation of children, but Craig Henderson is definitely one. He is also quite literally brimming with his own masculinity, which has been featured in the first seven episodes of "Kids Facial Studio," a program that focuses on pretty underage 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 young girls from the age when their sexual curiosity starts to develop, all the way up past puberty, and that celebration 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 brought forth. That's what Kids Facial Studio is all about." Unsurprisingly, Henderson’s program has drawn the ire of the community, which doesn't take kindly to seeing our local neighborhood girls getting ejaculated 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 turn into a big, flaccid flop?

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Carrie, the first star of Kids Facial Studio, settles into her chair in her sixth grade classroom. Dressed much the same as she was on the program--with an airy white summer dress, she is perfectly confident, even with the knowing looks and eager questions of her peers. It is a thing one gets used to with stardom: the constant celebrity status, but add the pressure of being a child star, a local legend, and the titillating excitement of pornography, and one would have an accurate estimate of Carrie's celebrity. 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 hope," Carrie replies. "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. “But you gotta have your parent’s permission." "Aw shoot," the disappointed girl says.

"I think my mom might be okay with it," a cute girl in the row ahead says. “She always tells me I can be whatever I want.” “Ewww, gross!” puts in a prudish girl with light brown hair. “Don’t knock it till you try it,” responds Carrie. “Hey, I’ll help if you wanna try it. After school, maybe?” The prudish girl does her best, but can’t quite suppress a little smile.

"Now class, settle 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, and it’s been a real challenge to get them to focus on their school work, or anything else for that matter. In fact, he’s been a little distracted himself.

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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 the same somewhere else." "Yes, but we just cannot tolerate it on our channel. It looks like we’re promoting kiddy porn. We have to make a stand. No child abuse on channel four." The man coughs again, and turns to face the head of the table. "If I may ask, have any of you actually watched this program?" "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 childish 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 little girl gets her face draped in ribbons of glistening cum. "My god, it's more disgusting than I thought." "Horrid." "Horrendous!" "You notice though," the calm man says, "that the girl isn't at all distressed. In fact, she seems very pleased with herself." The facial completed, the ecstatic little girl turns to the camera, instinctively extending her tongue to sample the fluid clinging to her lips. The segment segues into a shot of a different girl prancing around in a playground. "She must be 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 replies. “In fact every single one of the girls on the program appear delighted with themselves. Even the ones who start out shy and embarrassed end up smiling and delighted. Are they all great actresses? Mr. Henderson appears to be very open and transparent with the way the show is run, even inviting the public to watch in studio; including one or two representatives from Child Protective Services, who - I might add - have interviewed the girls and their parents and concluded there were no signs of coercion. Look, this is a small town. How do you think they got so many volunteers after the first episodes? Girls started wheedling their parents for signatures granting permission…” "Fuck the signatures!" another man shouts. "That clip settles it. No child abuse on channel four! All in favor?” "Aye!" "Aye!" Papers are shuffled as the next order of business is tended to, and the lone defender of Kids Facial Studio reluctantly picks up the remote and shuts off the TV, terminating the sight of the young girl playing on the swings and chattering excitedly about the upcoming episode of her very first facial, which is set to air on Monday. He sighs. She’s going to be awfully disappointed. But the worst of it is, he can’t stop thinking about his own little girl at that age, and feeling like he’s let her down.

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"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. We want everybody to see us!” Clothing-optional beaches are quite common in this age, sometimes sanctioned off to their own sections, attitudes have been relaxed in the recent years, and few people would bat an eye at a young girl stripping naked by the water. But still, one must take precautions when filming such tantalizing scenes. Carrie turns her profile towards Craig as he sets up the camera. Reaching down 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, accentuating without concealing. 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, nude for her first audience.

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"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 enjoyment her many fans experience upon witnessing her lovely, pubescent body. 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 a pair of soft, budding breasts just beginning to emerge from her flat chest, crowned by two newly erupted soft pink nipples. Carrie walks backwards to put her whole body into the frame, every inch of it unburdened by clothes. Her body is an even shade from head do toe, interrupted at the convex point centered between her legs, above which lies a small 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 cute girlish 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!”

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"Man, this one here, volume three, is the best!" "Oh really? I don't know if anything can top volume two, they did 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 sudden influx of competing ventures, all with covers featuring stills of smiling children’s faces accentuated with stringy 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." “But hey, volume four is coming, and there’s a rumor the girls are going to try Bukakke!” "You should buy it, man. I already bought two copies, one for my little niece for her birthday!” “Hey, maybe I’ll show mine to my kid sis.” “Wait, what are your parents going to say?” “I dunno. Maybe I’ll get in trouble. Or maybe…” “What?” “Maybe they’ll sign a permission slip.” Mr. Frederick furrows his brow and leaves the shop.

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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. It didn’t help that so many girls were wearing lip gloss to school, either. And it was spreading; why just yesterday he saw a 4th grader wearing bright pink lipstick. And the school allowed it! 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 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, but he can’t stop picturing the bonus footage on volume 3. No, that's alright Carrie, just keep on getting cummed on by older men - men my age - and talk about nothing else in class every day. He was not used to such situations. "Well, no, erm, well yes, I suppose maybe you are. I’m just not used to having a porn starlet in my class.” "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 the women you work with? Or just with your students?” "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 hard to acknowledge that people are sexual? Even young people my age?” she asks, 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 those 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, thinking about a girl in 9th grade who was well known for her activities in the boy’s locker room. 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 braless blouses that hung open 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 protection from the sex-obsessed world about him, but that was before society decided it was okay for kids to be openly 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.

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Carrie steps out of Mr. C's office, dabbing her lips with a tissue, when two of the girls from her class 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 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 there. Do I know anybody?" She laughs. "Don't worry about that. Great, I'll call you back later." 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. “Sounds great!” says her brunette friend. “Gee, I’d love to, but I have to babysit my little sister after school,” replies the other. “That gives me an idea,” responds Carrie, her eyes twinkling.

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"Kids Facial Studio Comes Back on the Air!” 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 those opposed. It turned out that for every outspoken opponent there were three or four silent fans who only spoke up when they were in danger of losing their favorite program. In the past months, the program has enjoyed a massive audience growing with every episode. "I can't keep them stocked," says local adult video store owner Jeff Britches about the KFS videos. "People keep 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 more bonus pornographic 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 featuring his most popular stars at some point in the future. "But that's all hush-hush right now," Henderson insisted.

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The "live ventures" Craig mentioned to the reporters was an idea 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 especially young girls. Music pounds, 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 thin white sundress, Carrie enters, and behind her are two more girls her own age, one with long, ginger hair and another elementary age girl with flowing, raven hair. "I brought friends," she says. “Can my little sister come in and watch?” asks the brunette.

Come on in girls, the more the merrier!” The girls join 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 descends, and Craig stands in the center of the living room. "I just want to thank you all for helping me keep 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 forward and glances back to make sure her friends are watching. She drops to her knees as the man begins jacking himself off. Her friends look on raptly as the man masturbates. Their faces are happily shocked, even more so when the first blast 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 rolling and fists pumping the air. Besides that, it was quite a normal party. Carrie's friends finally worked up the courage to receive a facial (parental permission notwithstanding) and both laughed and looked to Carrie for approval as their faces were splattered for the first time. Eyes met between girl and man, and many prized photographs and videos were taken (to be featured on Kids Facial Studio Vol. 4). And what great scenes 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 and hair. Glasses toasting. Carrie conversing with a mixed group of people, then seeing the camera and raising a cup with a glistening smile. A very small kid sister of about eight wearing bright pink lipstick, giggling loudly as two men jack off onto her, leaving a small, spattering load on one cheek and a massive, stringy one on the other. Childish fingers stretching out cum to examine it and taste it. One lucky man who has taken the initiative to lie naked on the couch and masturbate, around whom several curious little 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 of the evening as it splashes down on his helpers). Finally, all the girls gather in a row, splattered faces to the camera, and gleefully shout:

“Kids Facial Studio!!!”

THE END