Hello everyone,

Glad to be joining this forum. My name is Justina, and for the time being I hope that my first name will suffice. I apologize in advance that I'm not a professional writer and so I hope you forgive my occasional lapses in proper spelling and grammar. I assure you that I'm not terrible though; I better not be, since I'm planning to apply to law school in the fall.

Well, where do I begin? First, why is a 23 year old pre-law student posting to a pedophilia forum on a child pornography site, you ask? Well, I decided to correspond with some on you on the urging of my employer - the man you all know who runs this site. He told me that ever since I appeared on his most recent live sex games show ('Battle of the Sexes') to assume hosting duties during the events, that he's been flooded with letters from subscribers asking to know who I was and that I "reminded them of someone."

The truth is, I bet that some of you who have been around long enough have seen me plenty of times, although always under a different name. In case that rings a bell, try looking again at some of the still shots of my face from the above cited movie. I know that my face changed somewhat in the past 10 years, but can you still see some of the resemblance? Yup, it's me - "CHELSEA!"

For those that still don't know, between 2000 and 2003 I was one of the most illegally downloaded images on the internet. Although my real name is Justina, the hundreds of JPEG photos and videos of me being traded between pedophiles online labeled me as 'Chelsea.' My childhood pictures are still probably all over the place if you know where to look - torrent, spam/virus sites, on banner ads at "legal" non-nude child modeling sites, and at random abandoned message boards that get taken over with child porn until the administrators shut them down.

Don't believe me? Well try doing a quick internet search (be sure to use proxys) for the following keywords - "10yo_Chelsea", "Chelsea_blowjob", "Chelsea_red_dildo", "Chelsea_beachbikini", "Chelsea_disneyworld", "Chelsea_1st_anal", "Chelsea_full_withsound." I'm a little embarrassed because the quality on those videos is nothing like the high-definition kiddie porn that you can download from this website today. Hey, cut me some slack - those were all made back when most people still had dial-up internet connections! And I think the earliest ones were literally shot with a vhs camcorder (which my dad later converted to MPEG before uploading them to the web). My photos were taken with some of the first digital cameras out on the market - those 1 megapixel, 2 megapixel varieties.

Like I said, I'm a bit embarrassed about looking at those old pictures again because I'm not even wearing any makeup in any of them and I look nowhere near as beautiful as the young girls that you all masturbate to today. So that was just to show you that I really am who I claim to be.

I hope to write you guys from time to time to explain why I've been gone from the porn scene all these years and how it came to be that I ended up working for Jim Phillips and his website. For today though I think I'll just start by telling you about how those old Chelsea stuff came to be made.

I was born in 1990. My mom and dad divorced before I was even 1 and he won full custody of me because my mom had a real bad drinking and drugs problem then. She still might today. I honestly have no idea where she is because we haven't kept in touch. So it's always just been my dad and I (well, until recently, but I'll explain that later).

My dad started touching me for as long as I can remember. He never tried anything on me that was painful (except when I lost my virginity to him, but that was my choice), so getting touched by him and touching him back became a regular part of growing up. I think I was 3 or 4 when he first told me that I could never share what we did together with anybody else, because they would send him to prison and I would always be known as that girl who sent her own daddy to prison.

It wasn't until I was 7 that I learned through school that our behaviors were EXTREMELY ILLEGAL, but by then I had fallen so deeply in love with my dad that I didn't care and was willing to do anything to protect him. We had watched adult pornography together in the years leading up to my first penetrative experience, and on my 8th birthday I asked him to have intercourse with me so I can prove my love and loyalty for him.

Related to my first time having intercourse, I have a little confession to make. There's a 4 minute video clip of me floating online titled "Chelsea loses her virginity", "Chelsea 1st time", or something similar to that. Umm ... that's not me losing my virginity you guys. I was already 10 by that point and dad and I have had TONS of intercourse with each other before recording that scene. So .. sorry about the deception. But quick question: was I convincing? Did I act like I was really losing my virginity? ;-)

But I'm getting a bit ahead with the story. When I was a baby, dad would lick my pussy on the bed. I don't recall any of it, but so he claims (he also said that was the quickest way to get me to stop crying when I was fussy). In pre-school he taught me about masturbation, and we spent lots of time masturbating ourselves side-by-side or masturbating each other. At 5 we moved ahead to oral sex. A year later he began showing me adult porn videos. I was mortified at first because watching a cock go inside a woman appeared extremely painful to me.

That's one reason why I think I waited until 8, and because dad never pushed me on anything. It was always whatever I wanted to do at my own pace. You might be skeptical, but I actually did have a healthy sex drive even when I was that young. Most of the time dad would ask first if I wanted to 'play', but some of the time I initiated the touching or asked for cunnilingus even as it was clear dad was feeling too tired from work (but he was never too tired to eat my pussy!).

Finally I lost my virginity on the night of my 8th birthday after my girlfriends from school had all gone home after the party. I asked dad if we could recreate a scene from a real porn movie starring an actress named Jenna Jameson (and we did!). I was real nervous and at first it was painful, but not excruciatingly so that I had to discontinue. Dad was very slow and gentle; and although I didn't reach orgasm, it was a very memorable visual treat watching his cock slipping in and out. He had with him a hand mirror that he used to show me the reflection from between my legs as I was leaned back against the headboard of his bed. About halfway through I became distracted enough with the visuals that the initial pain didn't bother me anymore. I really wish we had taken pictures that night, because it truly was a night I wouldn't want to forget.

It wasn't until I was in the 4th grade (shortly before I turned 10) that he asked if I'd be willing to pose in pictures for him and be in videos of us having sex. I agreed only because at the time, he promised me that the images were only for his private viewing and that he'd take peeks whenever we were apart from each other and he was missing me. Like so many preteens who were self-conscious about their body image, it was incredibly flattering to hear how my body was turning someone on like that, even if that someone was my own dad.

That was the same age when he began showing me child pornography that he had downloaded to his computer. I guess when a girl's been having sexual relations with her father for so long, it wouldn't shock her to see images of other kids having sex. In contrast, I felt more normal because the kiddie porn was assurance that I wasn't alone in the world in doing what I did.

But I also had mixed feelings about this for two reasons. One, I became jealous that my dad would masturbate to images of little girls other than me. Two, if those kids' parents were sending pictures of their daughters having sex to my dad, would my dad return the favor and send our private lovemaking pictures to them?

Little did I know at the time, that while the 10 year old me was anxious about one or two of dad's online friends possibly seeing naked pictures of me, the fact was "Chelsea" (dad's chosen alias for me) had already become a child porn sensation online - being traded among thousands of pedophiles in newsgroups and chatrooms.

I wouldn't go on to discover this fact until I was 13 - which coincided with the year I stopped making videos and having my pictures taken. But prior to that I had consented to being in dozens of videos and had posed for hundreds of photos that I'm sure many of you own in your child porn collections.

But it wasn't just hardcore photos of me circulating online. Dad had me pose in partially-clothed risque photo shoots too which he claimed he was thinking of submitting to "legitimate" child modeling sites. The early 2000s were apparently a golden age for those 'softcore' child modeling sites before many were shut down around 2004 or 2005.

Of course while he told me that he was "considering" sending the photos, he had already done it so that on these softcore sites I was briefly known as child model "Amy." That's the reason why you sometimes find pictures of me wearing swimsuits as part of banner ads at the few child model sites left remaining today. [A sidenote: my popularity had a brief comeback after my "retirement" when newer pedophiles made the connection that softcore "Amy" was the same little girl as hardcore "Chelsea", and searches for Chelsea videos made a resurgence].

The circumstances which led to me finding out about my internet fame, and the two years following, were painful ones from my past. I promise to explain those events in full in a future letter, but for those two years my dad and I were estranged and I came the closest to reporting his activities to police. But as you know, I never did and he and I made peace eventually and today we are as emotionally close as we ever were. It's just that dad and I are physically far apart from one another for reasons I'll also explain in another letter. Without revealing too much, I'll just say that he's currently in 'exile' and living anonymously in a central American country with no extradition treaties with the United States.

Before ending this letter though, I would like to explain one event which helped repair our relationship that actually involved another child porn star. At around the time I was famous online, many of you may recall a girl my age named 'Tracy.' Tracy was not her real name (I knew her as Veronica) just as Chelsea wasn't mine, but we were probably the two most downloaded kiddie porn stars from those years. Well, you guys don't know that 'Tracy' and I were actually pen pals and our dads frequently traded pictures of us with one another. For instance, my dad would send her dad pictures of me giving him a blowjob while he was typing an email to him, and Tracy's dad would send him something similar.

Veronica and I corresponded by email and phone (we never met in person) and we quickly became good friends due to our mutual secrets. Like me, she didn't know just how famous she was online and believed that we were just among a handful of children whose families privately traded photos with one another.

Well, like me, Veronica eventually found out that her father had posted her images and videos all over the web. But whereas I only asked to live away from my dad for awhile, she had decided to go to the police. I moved in with my paternal grandparents at 13 because I felt so embarrassed that thousands of strangers had likely now seen me having sex. They never asked about the details of why I was moving in with them; dad had only told them that it was "teenage drama." The fact that I began behaving very rebellious in 8th grade (I smoked, drank alcohol, and did marijuana, perhaps as my coping style through the shock) made it easier to convince my grandparents that I became too much for my single dad to handle. I still loved my dad and didn't want him to go to prison, but needed to be away from him because his betrayal made things so awkward.

Two years passed during which I had no contact with him. I continued to rebel and act out, and this was also when I began having my first sexual partners other than my dad. I slept with 9 different boys from school during the first year I was living with my grandparents, and even experienced my first 69 with a teenage girl at a drunken basement party.

All these teens went to my high school; the oldest was a senior boy of 17, the youngest a 14 year old freshman that I fucked as a birthday present to him. All of them were blown away by how skilled I was at fucking despite being a girl of 13. I lied and just told them that my grandparents didn't know anything about internet filters and so I watched porn a lot.

But even as I delved into reckless promiscuity my thoughts always returned to dad. He was the only one I ever loved. And turning the attention back to Veronica, her choices ended up convincing me that no matter what he did, I could not bear to be separated from my dad forever.

After almost two years of living away from dad, I happened to be watching TV alone at the house one day when a crime solving show called "America's most wanted" came on. They were interviewing a girl who looked about my age and I instantly recognized her as Veronica! Veronica was talking about how she felt learning that her father, who had fled the country ever since she went to police, had just been apprehended and was being brought back to the United States.

I continued to follow the story and Veronica's father eventually earned a 50 year prison sentence. During the trial she provided damning testimony against him, and today she works as a "child advocate" fighting exploitation of children around the world. Well fuck her. What I think she is, is nothing more than a blood traitor with a pretentious, holier-than-thou attitude.

I've watched Veronica's porn videos (dad and I would watch them together). Like me, she was never forced to do anything she didn't want and appeared to willingly go along with everything in her scenes. I suspect it was her mother, rumored to be one of those religiously self-righteous people, who brainwashed her into selling out her own dad.

Anyways, I couldn't bear to imagine my dad suffering the same fate as Veronica's, so that night I called to tell him how much I've missed him all these years and we cried for nearly half an hour on the phone. After that schoolyear ended I moved back in with him, transferred school districts, and my wild and reckless days came to an end. So thanks Veronica, for bringing me back together with my only love.

This letter ended up being far longer than I had planned. I promise to write more depending on what feedback you all give and to answer any specific questions you might have. And remember, at some point I'll return to explain how I began working for Mr. Jim Phillips. Until then, enjoy Mr. Phillips' kiddie porn and stay safe!

Justina (aka Chelsea's back, bitches!)

To be Continued

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Author's note: Your feedback is appreciated in where I can go next with this series. Also, if you intend to leave a comment I have a strange request. I wonder if you can address it as if I'm Justina and direct any comments and questions you might have for her. That may give me ideas for future episodes.