Chrissy's first -- and first starring -- video was "Playground Rape #173: Revenge of the Imperial Wizard."

It was a social message picture. I never believed that line about Western Union. We have an obligation to the audience -- not just to get their dicks hard, but to give them something to think about. This movie wouldn't just be run-of-the-mill kiddy porn. It would become part of the curiculum viewed in primary schools across the US; teaching children the evils of racism. I settled back to watch the projection of the final edit.

Usually we slip the newer girls in with supporting roles, gradually introducing them to the audience while they get the feel of working in front of the camera. But thanks to Cherry's treacherous stab in the back, I'd been caught short. So I decided to let Chrissy go for the gold, her first time out. It was a good way to find out if she really had the stuff, even though I was sure I already knew the answer. Schumann did a quick rewrite on the script and turned it into a one-girl showcase. Now, let's see what we had created.

You've seen the series; you know it doesn't vary too much from one episode to another. Guys don't mind the old plots; it's the new meat that keeps bringing them back for more.

Simple setup. Chrissy arrives at school late, finds a notice on the door that school has been cancelled today due to a waterline break. Well, damn! And she's missed the bus home, too! What's a girl to do? Chrissy knows. She marches down to the playground and takes off all her clothes.

We watch her goofing around on the monkey bars, swinging, sliding down the board with her legs wide open and a sharp-focus zoom straight to her pink cunt. She hits the ground with a thud on her little bare ass and starts to cry because it hurts. The viewer at home is holding the remote with one hand and his dick with the other. He knows what's about to happen.

Look! It's the school janitor. "Are you OK, little girl?" he asks, helping her stand up. He's a big black guy, twice as tall as naked little Chrissy. Very casually he pats her on the bare butt, and she gives him a big smile while he wipes her tears away with his red handkerchief. His hand lingers on her face. The hankie falls away. She starts to lick his fingers.

Billy is playing the janitor, of course. He's been hot to get his cock into this little blonde honey ever since she blew him that first day, and unless he sneaked a quickie while she was in makeup, this will be his first chance to fuck her. From the size of the bulge in his work pants, I'd say he didn't sneak a quickie.

Chrissy sucks one of his black fingers into her mouth and gives him that sweet but sassy eye flash. He stiffens his finger out straight and works it back and forth while she just sucks away. Billy's face suggests that he knows he's about to get lucky. The viewer is stiff by now, with little beads of pre-cum oozing from the end of his cock. Hold onto that load, Mr Spectator. It's going to get better.

"I look funny," Chrissy said, raising her face from my lap and eyeing the projection screen where she was making googoo eyes at the camera while sucking Billy's middle finger.

"You look hot," I assured her, and I eased her face back down to my cock. Mr Spectator wasn't the only one who was hard. She let her little pink tongue glide across the end of my knob, wiping away the bubbles of pre-cum that oozed from my piss-slit.

Billy stands her up in the swing. She holds onto the ropes with both hands. He has both hands on her thin, white little body, touching every inch of her while she preens and stretches. He gropes her young pussy, using the same finger she sucked so wetly. It goes into her without a problem and he gives her a warmup reaming. Chrissy Sweet sighs dreamily, holding the swing ropes very tightly. She reaches out with her foot and slides a Maryjane across that protruding bulge in his pants.

"What's that?" she asks innocently. The dialogue is old, but she makes it sound fresh and new.

"You wanna see?" Billy wonders, a little froth forming on his lips. Chrissy nods eagerly, just the right amount of innocent curiosity. He unzips his pants and fishes out that long stiff black dong.

Chrissy's eyes get big, as if she's never seen anything like that before. "Wow! What's that for, Mister?"

"For you, if you play your cards right," Billy smiles. He comes closer, takes her by the wrist, brings her hand down to touch his meat.

Chrissy makes a face of wonderment. It gave me goosebumps. Or maybe that was caused by Chrissy herself, who was busy sucking my cock. No, I think I'm feeling just the way Louis B Mayer did, the day he watched Judy Garland's first screen test.

She makes a circle around his cock with her thumb and forefinger, slides it a short distance up and down the shaft. Now she's nibbling her lip and looking very thoughtful. "My uncle has one of these," she said, "but it's white and little. Do you want to see what he lets me do with his?"

"More than you could ever guess," Billy smiles. He sits her down in the swing and sticks that rod in her face. Chrissy takes it in both hands, demurely kisses the tip, and then slides her mouth down over it.

She sucks like a schoolgirl. Hell, she _is_ a schoolgirl! Dainty little sips at stiff black meat, with constant undirected glances up at him. And at the camera, which was shooting from Billy's POV. "Am I doing it right?" her eyes ask. Her mouth is much too busy to speak.

Her sucking becomes more adept, the longer she does it. You can see she likes the taste of hard cock. She takes him a little deeper, gasping for breath between swallows. Smacking sounds accompany her mouth work. Drool flows from her lips and down his rod. She still holds onto it with both hands.

Chrissy's drool was flowing down my own shaft at the same time. Her teeth gnawed gently but insistently around my hard meat. I made a mental note to be sure that the blowjob footage was on the promo reel Chrissy would take to her Larry King spot Sunday night. Just a tease of it, just enough to make the cable audience _need_ to go out and buy that goddamn DVD!

She does a fantastic job of playing innocent blonde suddenly given the chance to suck on twelve long inches of hot black cock. She looks just like an angel, with those dreamy expressions and eyes closed as if she's praying.

Hmmm. There's a script idea. A cute blonde pre-teen angel, who comes down from heaven to bring happiness to the world. We could put Chrissy in a white robe, with halo and wings, and use "Ave Maria" as background music for the sex scenes. Brilliant idea. I grabbed the note pad off my desk and scribbled a quick memo to the writer, while she kept on slathering my cock with her warm wet tongue.

Suddenly Billy yanks it out of her mouth, whacks himself a couple of strokes, and gushes a wad straight into her face. Most of it goes in her open mouth. Her eyes get big again, and there's a tremor in her throat as she swallows. You can count every gulp.

"Tastes a lot better than my uncle," she giggles, wiping her lips with a finger. Billy's cock starts to droop where it juts out of his unzipped work pants. Chrissy reaches for it. "Please, Mr. Can I have some more?" she asks, just like Oliver Twist.

His black cock twitches, and the head begins to point upward again while Chrissy squeezes it inside her hot little hand. There's still a bubble of jizz in the tiny dimple above her upper lip. It seeps downward and she catches it with her tongue just as it starts to drip away.

Chrissy sucked harder on my cock, still down there on her knees in front of me. What can I say, it's one of the perks of being the CEO! Her mouth was halfway down my shaft now. With some practice she could be the best PT deep-throater since Pollyanna Petite's golden days.

I began to regret promising Lolita $7500. We hadn't signed anything yet, though, and I would get the mouthpieces onto the case, to see what kind of loopholes might be possible. Something told me that Chrissy Sweet was going to blow Lolita Lust's little white panties away. Still, if Lo could deliver on that double-anal, she'd be worth the money, and then some. But I still wasn't sure.

Back on screen Billy is sitting on the seesaw. He arranges Chrissy atop his lap, slipping the end of his cock into her hairless pussy. She squeals at the penetration, just the right "Oooh, that feels weird --but soooo good!" not the "Ouch, you're _hurting_ me, you big-dicked motherfucker!" that can kill the hard-ons for more sensitive viewers (and bone them up solid for some of you guys -- you know who you are).

It goes into her, shallowly, and he holds her little body up so as not to traumatize her all at once with his big rod. Then he kicks down at the ground with his feet and the seesaw rises. As it does, his cock slides further into Chrissy's cunt.

Up, then down. His feet hit ground and he thrusts again. Chrissy's eyes roll. This is only the second fuck of her lifetime, and admittedly, he's bigger than the guy who got her cherry. She squirms, taking more of him into herself. It's a struggle, sure, but she wants to fuck him. She fucks him. Billy kicks the ground and the seesaw lifts once more, only to come back down with a thud that imbeds him further still in her tight cunt.

She's got it now. "Fuck me," she pants, "oooh, fuck me!" Her ass wiggles and she's moving even without the bump and grind action of the seesaw. You can tell she loves it, wants it. Anybody who spilled his load during the facial has a boner again now.

But wait a minute, the viewer is asking himself, "This is 'Playground Rape', not 'Playground Consensual Sex'. Where's the action?"

Billy and Chrissy keep fucking atop the bobbing seesaw. Closeups show her little pink pussy stuffed full of hard black meat. That's not lube oozing out of her; it's her own cunt juices. Well, some of it is lube. Between shots the makeup girl sprays them with a bottle of baby-oil and water mixed.

"This is disgraceful!" says a redneck voice, off camera. "Some nigger fucking a little white girl in broad daylight! Well, we're not gonna stand for that!"

The camera pans around, and there are four guys in white hoods and white robes. They have eyeholes cut in their hoods. The leader lifts up his robe and he's not wearing anything under it but a long skinny dick --stiff -- and a big hairy belly.

"Oh my god!" Chrissy squeals. "It's the KKK!" (It required three takes to get the line right. The innocent little thing had never heard of the Ku Klux Klan and kept calling them the "KY" instead of the KKK. If you listen closely, you can hear a slight hesitation before she finishes the line.)

And with that, they make their rush. Two of them drag Chrissy off Billy's cock. The leader throws a punch which looks as if it really contacted, and Billy overacts more than a little, snapping his head back and plopping to the ground. It looks good, though, and he lies there as if he's unconscious or worse. His dick still sticks straight up and it glistens wetly. From time to time it twitches, but it never goes soft.

"Little whore," the Klan leader snarls from under his hood. "We'll show you what it's like to fuck real men!"

He lifts his robe again and advances on Chrissy. She shrinks like a violet, starting to cry. He grabs her throat, squeezing it until her mouth opens. If you hadn't been on the set, you'd think he was really forcing her. But it's only an illusion, folks. This is Hollywood.

Still, this was the point where I thought it was a good idea to get Chrissy's mom out of the way. Blocking and filming a gang-bang is hard enough at best, without the star's mommy second-guessing every setup, every closeup.

Pam Mickelman had been stage-momming around the set all morning, the way they always do (especially the first time out) and she was just a distraction anyway. I didn't want her directing over my shoulder during the rest of the shoot, so I slipped my P.A. -- that Spielberg kid, the one who thinks he's gonna be the next Hitchcock, or maybe even the next Ray Conklin --two hundred and asked him to entertain her for a while, if you know what I mean (and I think you do). He suggested a drink in the Winnebago, to calm her down a little. He escorted her off, and the rest was history.

Christ! The old gal mustn't have had it for months. She finally showed up again, half an hour after the last setup, walking bowlegged and with the kind of smile an undertaker would be a week getting off her face. Chrissy had to remind her to pick up the check! Man, I couldn't have fucked anything like that, and I told the P.A. to give himself an extra two hundred for service so far above and beyond it wasn't funny. He didn't even want to take the money. That kid isn't long for the biz.

The Kleagle strokes Chrissy's hair with one hand and squeezes her throat with the other, making that mouth gape. She's brilliant, even looks exactly like he's hurting the hell out of her. I suppose her mommy is in the back of the Winnebago with her heels in the air. Just as long as she isn't interfering with the shoot!

Chrissy resists perfectly, moaning and sobbing with her mouth wide open while he calls her a filthy little whore and threatens to piss in her face, and then he shoves his cock straight into her whimpering yap.

If you zoom in on DVD, you can see her jaws snap shut around him like a beartrap, but she's still whimpering so pitifully it would make some guys' dicks get soft. He keeps on fucking her mouth, a lot harder than I was pumping my own dick up into Chrissy's mouth as I watched her on screen.

Her face registers utter disgust but you can see the turn-on starting to build in her eyes. The hooded guy holds her head and pushes his long skinny rod in and out of her mouth. How does she suck up so much of that thing? Her eyes glisten, and they stare into the camera. She cups his balls and tilts her head so that even more of his cock slips inside her lips, so much of it that I was astonished she didn't gag on him.

I pulled Chrissy upward. She held onto my cock with her lips, releasing it only reluctantly. I got my hand into her crotch and tickled her pussy till she broke into a giggle, and then I slipped free of her hungry little mouth. I eased her up onto my lap. She backed against me, perching her slice above my dick, opening herself with the fingers as she slid downward.

Chrissy was a fucking vet by now. Her cunt ate my cock in one sweet hot tight gulp and she scooched down onto my lap, grinding herself against me while my rod filled her wet hole. This way she could watch herself get fucked on screen while she fucked me for real. I'm sure she liked that. I know I did.

All of the Klansmen have boners, and they close in on the little playground slut. They line up, holding their white sheets out of the way so their hard cocks stick out, and she moves up and down the line on her knees, gobbling each cock as it thrusts into her face. Some of them spit on her while she's sucking them, big wads of the stuff landing in her hair. She doesn't miss a slurp.

The leader turns around, setting the pace for the others. He bends over, sticking out his fat hairy ass, and so do the rest. She licks each of their assholes as she goes back down the line in reverse order. The camera zooms in to show her tongue penetrate each rectum while the owner pulls his hairy cheeks open and makes room for her mouth. She also nuzzles their balls and sucks them back between the guys' legs, nosing up to get another lick at their butts before moving on to the next lucky Klansman in the row.

"That tasted nasty," she giggled to me, watching herself rim the Klan leader. "All the others were OK, but he was just gross." The girls always said that, but what could I do? Ron is a legend. You can no more make a porn film without him than without anal lube.

But I knew what she meant. Didn't he know that soap was not a rationed item, now that the war with France and Germany was over? You _could_ actually take a bath once a week, whether you needed it or not.

"Don't worry," I told her, "the next time you fuck him, it'll be in a shower scene, with lots and lots of soap."

The Klan leader wrestles the little girl to the ground. She falls easily, going into the grass on her elbows with her knees spread and her little pink slit on full view. He lifts the bottom of his hood and works his mustache into her crotch. Tight closeup of his long tongue lapping her pussy crack, then a pan up to Chrissy's face, slowly changing from fear and revulsion to arousal.

"I look hot," she sighed, her little cunt clenching like a fist around my cock as I fucked her.

"You sure do, honey," I agreed, stroking her body. I pinched one of her tiny nipples and felt the squirm of excitement shoot through her body. She squeezed with her pussy, rubbed her cunt on my balls.

Her knees clutch at the hooded guy who's eating her cunt. You can see, feel, taste, smell her arousal in those zoomed pussy closeups. Beads of moisture form on her pussy lips. He rubs it with his mustache. She squirms. He raises his head, dropping the hood back into place, and then he climbs upward, supporting himself on his knees while he brings the head of his dick to her gash.

"Put it in," he commands her. "See how you like a big white dick in your playground pussy!"

Excitedly, she smears his oozing cock all over her hairless mound, but especially on the tight, slightly reddened crack. She opens herself with two fingers, slips his knob into her, then holds her breath. He wets himself for a moment, and he thrusts.

Chrissy screams as he penetrates her. If you hadn't already seen her fucking Billy on the seesaw, you'd swear that this was a true cherry-pop moment. His dick glides into her, all the way to the nuts, and then he begins to fuck in and out of the young girl.

His ass clenches with each thrust. Her knees lift higher and higher each time he enters her. The squelching sound of a hot wet fuck fills the Dolby channels. Cut to the other guys watching. Cut to Billy, still lying in the grass unmoving but with a stiff dick. Cut to Chrissy's face, registering both the agony and the ectasy of Playground Rape #173. And keep cutting to that big cock sawing its way in and out of her tight hairless pussy.

If we could cut to the viewer at home, we'd see a hand wrapped around a stiff dick, the other hand close by holding a wad of tissue. Not yet, Mr Spectator!

He fucks her for six or seven minutes and we see it all in excruciating detail as it moves from rape to hot sex, the way it always does in a porn film. Say what you will about his personal hygiene, the guy is a master of his art. Chrissy's cunt is so hot and tight most men, in real life, would be squirting their wad before they got halfway up it.

Fucking her now, as we watched, I was on a short fuse myself and really aching to blow my load into the little blonde, but I wanted to save it for the high point of the movie. I squeezed and hugged her when the urge to squirt got nearly irresistible, and kept my balls on a taut leash. I'm not vain in the slightest, but this movie was state of the art. And I made it.

"Aaah," the Klan leader gasps, and he stiffens, lurching like a sounding whale above the little girl, then burying his meat inside her cunt with a thrust that might have been excessive on a thirty-year-old whore.

Can my girl take it? Sure, she can! His ass clenches, imploding around his butthole, and he pumps shallowly into Chrissy, groaning from underneath his hood as he blows his nut inside the little blonde.

Then he slides out of her, his cock starting to shrink, and we come in for a tight CU of her pussy, with his thick curdled cum oozing out of her violated hole and down into her asscrack. Pre-teen cream pie. Anybody who held onto his load this far had probably lost it by now.

Except for me. I directed it, and I already knew how the story turned out. The camera panned up to Chrissy's face, rapt in the excitement of her own orgasm. I honestly didn't know if she was faking it. She was that good.

I held Chrissy tightly, rabbit-pumping my cock up into her. The friction aroused my nuts but I knew I could hold back a while longer. This fucking was just marking time. "A Star is Born, honey," I whispered into her ear when I wasn't nibbling on it.

She fucked right back at me, using all of her natural talents. "I'm gonna be bigger than Lolita Lust," she announced throatily. She could very well be correct.

The next guy climbs aboard and shoves his cock into her cum-sloshed pussy. She's still loose-lipped and he enters her without a hitch. His white hood bobs up and down as he fucks her. Each thrust causes more of the first guy's semen to seep out of Chrissy's cunt.

He also pops his wad inside her -- it was supposed to be a five-minute fuck scene, but he barely lasts three. More cum oozes out of Chrissy's violated playground pussy as he slides his wet cock from her tightness.

The next guy mounts her and starts fucking hard. Too hard. A cut to the other Klansmen waiting their turns is a clever disguise for the fact that I went over and told him to take it easy, goddamn it, she was delicate, you could break her.

Of course we had to edit that footage out. It was _supposed_ to be rough, but you have to draw the line, especially when the girl is new. You don't want to traumatize a promising piece of ass straight out of the biz.

This time, before he loses his load, he yanks it out. She clutches at him with her hands, her knees, but no use. He's not giving her another ram of that cock; he's outta there. He squats astride her chest, aims his cock downward, and lets his cum shoot straight down into her open mouth. She arches her neck, guzzles his sperm as if she was an eleven-year-old vet. She forces air through her lips and blows bubbles with the semen.

He holds his cock a moment longer, then dribbles out a little stream of piss -- some in her face but mostly onto her flat little chest.

Why that turns people on, I have no idea, and I wouldn't even shoot it if I had any choice. But even though PTHC is the class line of the biz, you still have to keep an eye on the competition. If they're all pissing on the girls, then we have to piss on them too, just to stay competitive. A little water sporting never hurt anybody, anyway.

One thing I refuse to do, no matter how Extreme Rob Black or Max Hardcore get, is fist anybody under ten. That's the line I will not cross. If it means PTHC goes out of business, then so be it, but my conscience will be clean on Judgement Day.

The last guy steps in, raising his white robe. He rolls Chrissy over onto her belly, wedges her legs apart with his knees, and grubs his hooded face down into her crack. He lifts the hood up to his nose as the camera dollies in, and he spreads her cheeks, then drops a big wad of spit onto her asshole and sloshes it around with his tongue. She squeals and screams and rips at the grass with her tiny fingers while he rims her little rectum.

Then he lifts himself up, dropping the hood again, and he points his cock down at her wet, shiny, but so far unravished asshole. Anybody who blew his load when the Klan leader creamed Chrissy is frantically yanking his dick right now, praying to God that it will get hard enough to whack some more.

"Here it comes," the guy tells her. "I'm gonna bust this little nigger-lover's ass!"

Anyone who's ever watched a PTHC Audition knows by now that it's yours truly, thanks to my gravelly voice, the left-over from too many years of smoking, even though I quit back in '98. Just like Hitch, I always take a cameo in my films. I'm the producer and director, and Rank definitely Has Its Privileges.

Between takes we'd lubed her and opened her up with fingers and a butt plug -- she giggled while it was inside her -- but I wanted it to look as real as possible. This was her very first anal, after all, and she shouldn't take it like a pro.

My cock was also lubed, though a filter on the lens kept it from shining too much and giving it away. We were shooting a Playground Rape, for Chrissakes, and it needed to look spontaneous.

Well, all the prep has done its job. I push my dick into her rectum until the ring yields, and then I'm inside her, thrusting deep. Not as hard a plunge as it looks like -- or is it? Chrissy shrieks beneath me, so realistic it's chilling. I go straight to the bottom of her butthole and shove my belly against her ass just like I'm trying to bury another four or five inches.

For what seems an eternity I hover there, fully imbedded in Chrissy, while she keeps on squealing and beating her little fists on the ground. "Oh, fuck!" she wails. "You're ripping me apart!" Then I start to fuck her.

Atop my lap, the hot little blonde slut was pussy-full of hard dick, and she squirmed frantically. I reached down to finger her clit while I kept on fucking her pussy. "Look at me," she trilled, "oooh, I am _sooo_ fuckin' hot!"

Personally, I prefer pussy to the ass any day of the week, but you have to give the audience what it wants. Anal has ruled the roost since the Reagan days, and the defining moment of most PTHC videos is when the little whore gets her buns busted. So of course all of our girls take it up the ass. And they all just love to do it.

I do my part, by breaking them in with a slender but hard piece of meat that has almost never ruptured a tight tender young butt. I don't turn them over to the guys with really big dicks until they've had a little experience and their assholes are ready for it.

The camera zooms in to show my cock slicking in and out of Chrissy's anus. Now the sheen of the anal lube is hard to miss, which does kinda interfere with the illusion, but realism can only go so far. I mean, President Schwarzenegger never _really_ killed anybody in any of his movies. They were only pretending.

It's the same with kiddy porn. Sure, we really do fuck these girls, but even when we're raping them, it's only an illusion. And an ass as tight as Chrissy's, you just have to use some fuckin' _lube_.

Closeup of Chrissy's face, with tears streaming down her cheeks. They used to make Margaret O'Brien cry on the set by telling her someone ran over her puppy a few minutes ago. Chrissy didn't need any motivation. She had natural talent. She could turn it on and off like a faucet.

She's really tight, and the viewer can easily tell that from the way her butt wiggles and clenches each time it's thrust full of hard cock. She's so tight it's all I can do to hold out the five minutes I'm supposed to fuck her. I pretend that my own puppy just got run over and it helps me hold off for a few moments more.

I was fucking her hard now, both on screen and in real life. I had my arms around her waist and I just fed that dick up into her wet little cunt, repeatedly, almost savagely. She took it all and fucked right back at me. She was watching herself at the same time, and I could tell it was making her wild. It almost always does, the first time the girls see the finished version of one of their movies.

We were planning an A2M for the finale of the buttfuck, but even though I outlasted the schedule by two minutes, I couldn't bring myself to take it out of her and roll Chrissy over for an oral cum shot. There was something so sweet and hot about boning her ass, I just didn't want to do anything else.

My cock reams her. I pull out till only the head is still inside her rectum and then I ram hard, grinding her down into the grass where she's lying. She keeps on sobbing and moaning.

Suddenly my body stiffens, and I come back out, though her sphinc snaps as if it means to keep me there. I spread her butthole with two fingers, making it gape even more than the hot fucking had widened it, and I just let my jizz squirt into the exposed crevasse.

I'm shooting my load from a foot away, and anyone who saw it would swear I had not gotten my rocks off since 1991. If Peter North was on the set, you wouldn't even need him. That's how I'm cumming right now. A steady stream, as if I was pissing on her instead of ejaculating. The whole gush of my load goes straight into Chrissy's ass.

I squeeze the knob, teasing out a couple more drops of sperm, which fall into her open anus, and then I shove my dick back in her ass, sinking inside her completely, and grinding my belly on her skinny little butt cheeks. She's wet and sticky inside and she's making these "Gaaa, gaaaaa" sounds. It's so fucking hot!

My cock squishes in the wet messy butt tunnel as I keep on fucking her. I don't think I'm gonna get soft anytime this week. I could fuck her again, right now.

In sympathetic counterpoint to what I was doing on screen, I felt my real-life cock begin to unload a fresh wad up Chrissy's wet little cunt. She felt it too. I rubbed her pussy lips, her tiny clitoris, and she shivered atop me, squealing as she exploded into orgasm. Six, eight thrusts up her pussy, my cock emptying its big load.

The Klansmen stand Chrissy up and make her bend over. They pull her ass cheeks open and we see the cum oozing out of her butthole, and out of her fresh-fucked pussy. It gushes down the insides of her thighs.

"Maybe this will teach you to get to school on time," the Klan leader rumbles from beneath his mask. "And not to fuck around with spades." The robes drop back into place. Cut to Billy, still motionless on the grass, and still hard enough to fuck Chrissy and two other little cunts.

Chrissy just stands there, panting. All of the guys lift their robes and piss on her in unison. She twists and turns in the golden yellow spray. "You filthy fuckers!" she squeals.

The Klansmen adjust their robes and march off, singing "Dixie" out of tune and out of key. They pile into a white Cadillac and drive away. I think we've made a great point about the evils of racism without belaboring it the way Stanley Kramer would have. Watching a bunch of Klansmen gang-fuck a sweet 9-year-old little blonde to punish her for fucking a black guy is a lot more effective than listening to Sidney Poitier and Kate Hepburn yak about civil rights for ten minutes.

Chrissy slouches down onto the foot of the sliding board, her legs wide open, her body still wet from being pissed on by the four guys. She looks into the camera, tears still rolling down her cheeks, and then she smiles, big. There's no question what that smile means.

The camera follows her hand as it strokes down across her flat chest, flat tummy, onto her hairless cunt. The lips of her pussy are almost cherry-pink now, thanks to the hard friction fucking she's just taken. She squeezes them, and a large glob of cum emerges. Her finger scoops it up. She brings her hand up to her mouth, gives the camera an enigmatic expression, and extends the fingers to her lips. Her tongue laps out and scoops up the glob of cum into her 9-year-old mouth. A big ear-to-ear smile and then little girl giggles. ---- Freeze frame. The End. ----

My cock had begun to go soft inside Chrissy's pulsing sperm-filled cunt. The juice was already leaking out of her, into my lap.

"Next week," I said, "you and Lolita are going to make a movie. The queens of the biz, together for the first time. But definitely not the last."

"Who gets top billing?" she asked innocently, stroking my hair.