Kevin and Madison Cooper drove in near silence towards the neighboring city, while a country station played quietly in the background. Neither of them were listening; they were mentally preparing. They were perverts, both of them, but they were professional perverts. In their line of work they could never be too careful.

They never worked in their own city. They paid the little girls well to keep mouths shut (or at least buy them time.) They kept disguises, a rabbit fund, and a very powerful wifi antenna to steal Internet for transmitting their work. They were professional child pornographers first, pedophiles second.

That's why they'd been in business for five years while their customers, partners and competitors were going to jail left and right. They bought fresh laptops and cameras for every shoot and destroyed them at the end. They paid off their actresses well and did what they could (within the parameters of their deviant business) to keep the girls happy. They got the girls stoned and drunk so they often couldn't remember what they did or who they did it with.

The Coopers destroyed everything connected with each shoot, keeping only filthy memories (and lots and lots of cash.) There was no single slip up as a kiddie porn creator; one strike meant ruin. But they were good at it, and careful. They were two birds of a very illegal feather.

The Coopers loved each other and they loved what they did for a living. It had been Madison who'd pulled Kevin both into the kiddie porn business and into desire for young girls. Madison had spent her tender years (from five to somewhere around eleven) somewhat willingly working in the business with her father and his Friday night poker group (until her mother found one of her father's tapes and they were all arrested.)

While other girl's fathers were taking them to the zoo, Madison's father was taking her to poker games with his friends. When she wasn't fetching drinks for his friends she was under the table with her daddy's cock in her mouth, an adorable little frown on her lips as he casually ran his cock in and out of her mouth. At first his poker-friends simply jerked off as the tiny girl bobbed her little head on and off her father's cock, but eventually she was expected to jerk them of, which as she got older lead to blow-jobs. The taping began after the second year and went on until the end.

As she got grew up she was able to take more and more of the warm, fleshy cudgel into her tiny mouth and throat, and since her father's cock wasn't particularly large she was feeling the tickle of his pubic hair against her nose and warm skin of his balls against her chin by the time she was eight. Up until she was ten she was allowed to spit her fathers copious loads of cum out, but from her tenth birthday on her father expected her to swallow it, then display her open mouth to the camera.

By that time the fucking had started, first in her asshole, then in her pussy as the requests for more and harder movies rolled in. The tapes had been souvenirs at first, something the group could jerk off to on the six nights a week they didn't have little Madison to abuse. Then a friend set them up with a man in Mexico who began buying the tapes for several hundred dollars a piece and from them on Madison wasn't just a girl to fuck, she was their tiny cock-sucking cash cow.

But good or bad nothing ever lasts. One night her father fell asleep jerking off to one of the illicit DVDs. There was nothing to deny, they were caught. Madison spent the next several years in therapy, while her father rotted in prison until he died from a stroke. Madison had taken it hard, but then she'd found Kevin. He'd been so innocent at first, but she'd corrupted him slowly.

Now they were in business together.

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They'd changed the plates at the State line; the replacements were stolen from a car in long term airport parking, so they were good for at least a day.

Both of the Coopers had bleached blond hair, Madison's in a long pony tail, Kevin's short and punky (for a young businessman, anyway.) Before they returned home, they would dye their hair back to it's original black. There was only so much they could do, but they were cautious. And they were smart.

"What about her?" Madison said in her soft Georgia accent, pointing out the gently swaying bottom of a fleshy Junior High girl walking ahead of them. She slid her hand across Kevin's leg, squeezing gently. Kevin smiled.

"You do know my type, darling," Kevin said, shifting a little to relieve pressure on his growing erection. Madison gave him an evil smile and ran her palm across his bulge. They passed and the two sexual predators appraised the round young girl, Madison rubbing her husband's cock in slow, loving circles.

"Nice round ass," she said. "And look at all the make-up. She might not be fucking yet, but she's certainly considering it. Can we, honey? I'm getting a little antsy, and Rick is getting impatient anyway."

"Are you sure? We can do better," Kevin said, though his straining cock certainly showed that the redhead was up to his standards.

"We can do both," Madison said, "We'll do her quick, then take the rest of the day finding a second. If we get one we make twice the money we thought we would, if we don't, we've got a safety so Rick's still got a new video to offer." Kevin pulled around the block slowly.

"That makes sense to me. We're pretty close to the highway if there's an issue." Madison smirked, watching the round little ass in the tight jeans come back into view.

"Oh I don't think this one will be a problem," she purred, rubbing her legs together. "Pull up along side of her." Kevin nodded. After ten years, he trusted his wife when it came to seduction. Kevin pulled up to the curb, and Madison slid out of the drivers side and up along side the girl.

"Honey, can I talk to you for just a second," Madison said, her eyes warm and genuine. The redheaded, fleshy girl stopped, and turned. Her eyes were skeptical when they passed Kevin and the camper, but Madison, in her professional skirt and silk blouse, and holding a clipboard weren't particularly threatening.

"Uh... hi," the girl said.

"We're with... Associated Survey-" The name seemed general enough. "-and we're looking for girls between the ages of ten and sixteen to answer a series of questions-" The girl turned back and started walking again.

"Sorry, I have to go straight home," she said, clearly not interested. Madison wasn't surprised or worried and just kept talking.

"And each survey participant will be paid 500 dollars in exchange for about four hours of your time." The girl stopped, started to take another step forward, then turned back. Madison smiled. The laptop always got them, and it was no extra expense. They bought new gear for every shoot.

"What's the catch?" the red-headed girl asked. Madison had never been embarrassed in her life, but she faked it reasonably well, taking a step closer to the girl, and leaning in close.

"The questions are about sex. Personal stuff, and we need honesty. It might be too mature for you, but I-"

"I'll take it. I'll take the survey I'll really get the money?"

"Absolutely," Madison said sincerely. "Just hop in the back with me, and we'll park somewhere without a meter and take the survey. You might be a little embarrassed."

"OK," the girl said as Madison opened the door of the camper. There in plain view of the girl was a brand new laptop computer box, unopened. Madison smiled warmly.

"Think you're up for it?"

"Your friend won't get to hear what I say, will he? About sex?" the girl said. Madison smiled.

"Don't worry, we're both professionals, Madison said, taking her hand and leading her into the camper. The door closed behind them, and the camper pulled away from the curb. The pick up had taken less than sixty seconds. Kevin, careful to obey all speed limits, traffic laws, and street signs, made his way on to the Interstate.

"What's your name, honey?" Madison said, sitting the girl down on the small couch in the camper and setting down the clipboard.

"Ashley," the girl said.

"Ashley, I'm Dee and this is my husband Alex. How would you like to make a few hundred dollars?" Ashley bit her lip.

"What would I have to do?"

Madison smiled.

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"That's it sweetheart, keep licking his balls," Madison said, stroking Ashley's hair as the little redhead's freckled face nuzzled against her husband's musky balls. His cock was shiny, and Madison got a good tight shot of it, then panned down to catch the Junior High student lapping gently against her husband's balls. Her eyes were half closed, and she had a relaxed, sensual look that was a combination of the presents she'd received, and the drugs and alcohol she'd been given. Madison reached down and stroked the young girl's hair as Kevin groaned.

The girl's face was clearly visible, but Madison's professional camerawork kept her and Kevin's faces out of the shot at all times. Kevin took the base of his cock in his hand and pulled the girl's face back, then he rubbed his slimy cock all over her soft cheeks. She frowned and turned away.

"Don't turn away from it, baby-girl," Madison half instructed, half directed. "Let him rub it all over your soft face. It feels good to boys and makes them feel powerful." Madison reached behind Kevin as she recorded and slipped a finger into his ass, making him groan.

"But-"

"If you want to earn grown up money, you have to do grown up things," Madison said gently as Kevin parted Ashley's lips with the head of his cock and began sliding it slowly across her tongue, back and forth. Ashley sighed, accepting her part in this, and started bobbing her head again, the way she'd been taught.

The camper was parked in the empty far end of the warehouse store's parking lot with curtains closed, and several spaces away from any other vehicle. Two large lights illuminated the mattress on the floor of the camper, where Kevin stood in a shirt and no pants or under-ware, feeding his cock to the twelve year old girl. Madison moved between the two, switching between a video and digital camera, sometimes shooting, sometimes directing. Gentle, wet sounds came from the young girl's wet mouth as she moved her lips back and forth on Kevin's cock.

"Does little baby suck cock good, Mister?" Madison asked Kevin in her bedroom voice as the girl, finding something of a rhythm, was bobbing her head back and forth on his hard cock.

"Very good, Miss Director," Kevin said, running his fingers down the girl's freckled cheek. "You taught her well." Her face betrayed a whole range of emotions; excitement, shame, lust, confusion, pleasure and embarrassment, and the cocktail made her look even more vulnerable as the thick cock sawed in and out of her tiny mouth. Madison lifted her skirt and slid her hand into her panties, squeezing her increasingly achy cunt as she filmed the novice cocksucker.

"Suck a little harder, Ashley-love. Enough to hollow your cheeks. Don't stop licking or bobbing though," Madison said, and Kevin groaned, indicating that the chubby little nymph was learning. "That's a good girl. See, this isn't such a hard way to make money, is it?"

"Nof-" the girl mumbled through a mouthful of cock. Madison smiled and reached between her and Kevin, wrapping her thumb and forefinger around the base of Kevin's cock and frigging him gently into the mouth of the round-bottomed little girl.

Madison got a good close up shot of the girl's improved cocksucking, then Kevin's expression. She turned the video camera off then picked up the digital camera, taking another series of shots of the blowjob as Kevin's groans got louder. Madison switched back to the video camera.

"Are you sure we can't get that big cock into your little pussy or asshole, Ashley? You'd make a lot more money," Madison said, running her soothing hand down the little girl's back as she noisily sucked a cock with as much skill as a girl of her limited experience could be expected to manage, and softly mewling with pleasure now to boot. But she closed her eyes tightly and she shook her head as definitively as a girl filled with weed, pills and alcohol could manage.

"Solly," Ashley said, sounding genuinely sorry, then dutifully going back to her cocksucking. Madison smiled warmly and patted the girl's bobbing head.

"Don't be sorry, pretty baby. I'm sure he'll be perfectly happy just spending some time with your pretty little mouth, isn't that right, Mister?" Kevin groaned and nodded. "I think that's a yes. He's very close to cumming now, Ashley. Do you know what cumming is?"

"Wes, kintha," Ashley mumbled around his cock, slowing down a little. Madison took a handful of her head and pulled the girl on and off her husband's cock until she resumed her original cocksucking pace.

"Don't worry, I won't make you take it in your mouth, Ashely. Keep sucking; as hard and fast as you can baby girl." Kevin growled, head rolling back with pleasure. "OK, he's close. Pull your mouth off and lay down on the mattress face first," Madison told the girl with obvious lust. The girl did as she was told, and was surprised when Madison tugged down her pants and panties, exposing her round, jiggling ass. Kevin knelt next to her, jerking his cock quickly, as Madison began to massage and kneed the girl's round, plush ass-cheeks.

"That's it, mister. Cum of the pretty little girl's round ass." Kevin groaned at his wife's dirty talk; even if it was mostly for the benefit of their audience, her words always excited him. He rubbed the slippery knob of his big cock all over the girl's soft rump, his balls tightening and churning with his approaching orgasm.

Madison spread the soft cheeks of the young girl's bottom, exposing her little rosebud asshole and pink, hairless pussy, and it was too much for Kevin. He growled, furiously stroking his cock as stream after stream of cum landed on the little girl's bottom, asshole, thighs and pussy. Madison finished the film by rubbing his cum into the girl's bottom.

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The girl, laptop and cash in hand, and cab on the way, was left in the parking lot of the warehouse store. Madison had edited the film right there on the laptop, then uploaded it by smartphone to Rick, their distributor. By the time they'd pulled the camper back onto the interstate, the film had gone live on the underground. By the time they'd changed back to their legal plates, they'd been wired 10,000 dollars from one of Rick's accounts.

The Coopers stopped at a rest stop to dye their hair back to their "natural" color, leave the cameras for a dishonest citizen to dispose of for them, and have a frenzied, adrenaline charged fuck in a filthy stall.

"Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me like you mouthfucked that little babycunt!" Madison howled as Kevin slammed his cock in and out of her waxed pussy, so wet that the sounds were obscene as he fucked her. She ran her nails down his back and howled in pleasure as she came. The contractions in her nipping, tight little cunt milked Kevin dry for the second time that day, and they slipped out the restroom giggling.

The Coopers slipped into the back of the camper to wash the smell of little girl pussy, grown up girl pussy, alcohol and marijuana off themselves, and then slipped into some new clothes. A completely different couple pulled off of the interstate than the one who molested the little girl called Ashley.

"I love you, honey," Madison said, leaning into Kevin as they pulled into their unassuming ranch home. He kissed her cheek and turned off the engine.

"I love you too, babe," Kevin said with a grin. The hedonistic pair kissed passionately, both already thinking about the next conquest.

The End

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Hope you all liked it, this is my first attempt at being a writer instead of just a reader. It's weirdly hot to think someone's going to cum from words I wrote, and maybe a lot of someones. Unless it sucks, in which case don't worry; I have not quit my dayjob.