The year is 2162. A company called VirtuAll Systems has melded advanced virtual reality and artificial intelligence into a device that can replicate anything with stunning realism, similar to the holo-deck of 20th-century Star Trek episodes. Which, of course, immediately became widespread and wildly popular. Especially among people with unusual desires that can be indulged in no other way.

*****

Her name was Joanna, a 38-year-old paralegal at the firm where I worked. We'd developed the kind of close working relationship made possible only by intense concentration and frenzied labor often late into the night, on deadline.

So I'd gotten to know Joanna quite well. I liked her, and greatly admired both her finely honed sense of humor and her keen intelligence, which had often saved my ass.

She was also attractive, even beautiful in a non-classic kind of way. She had high cheekbones and a very gently cleft chin. Her brunette hair was shoulder-length, lush and silky, her complexion unblemished and pale. She was slim and fit, with smallish but firm breasts.

And she was short, barely five feet three -- which I especially admired because I'm particularly attracted to small women. Small females, actually. Sometimes very small ones, when I'm in a certain mood.

Despite all of Joanna's sterling qualities, ours was only a working relationship. I was comfortable with my girlfriend. And uncomfortable with the idea of having a personal relationship with a close colleague.

Joanna's only drawback was her constant flirting. She'd instantly discerned that I was... well... not always completely monogamous, and she did everything she could to tempt me.

She always wore very tasteful, businesslike outfits to the office, which she knew I'd approve, but often hovered a bit too long poring over a document, to make sure I had an enticing nipple glimpse. Her sharp wit enabled her to make sly, teasing innuendoes that others didn't catch, but she knew I did.

Over time, Joanna's relentless flirting became more than annoying, it was increasingly distracting, and began to affect my work. So, even though I had to admit I was very attracted to her, at times I was tempted to fire her. But I couldn't. Joanna was the sharpest person on our staff.

For a couple years I'd tried to cope with this by just smiling and playfully flirting back, with a wink or a playful nudge to flatter her. Until the holiday office party one year.

At the party, Joanna had a bit too much to drink, which considerably loosened her inhibitions. When the song "Silent Night" came on she grabbed me to dance, so I amiably went along. She soon dropped her head into the crook of my neck, sighed quietly, and her hand dropped from the small of my back to cup my butt.

"Wanna go back to your office?" she giggled in a quiet, teasing voice, seductively squeezing my butt. "I've got a very... special... Christmas present for you."

I chuckled and teased back, to show I regarded her comment as only a joke, gracefully extricated myself from the situation and left soon after.

At home, alone, I regretted my decision. My girlfriend was visiting her parents for the holidays and I hadn't had a good fuck in a week. I'd also had a bit too much holiday cheer at the party myself, and was horny. I'd neglected an obvious opportunity, dammit.

When I slipped off my suit jacket, I noticed a few strands of Joanna's brunette hair on the collar, and had a sudden inspiration. A slow smile spread across my face and I switched off the phone and strolled to the den to switch on my VirtuAll computer.

I stuffed a couple hairs into the accessory I'd recently bought, and the suede-smooth female computer voice intoned, "Sampling..."

My New Little Toy

My new little toy was an accessory device I'd bought on a whim, during a recent business trip to China. It was expensive, and highly illegal in most countries, to use or even to own one of these, because it could analyze human DNA and replicate anyone, without their prior consent.

A fairly recent breakthrough in DNA research had been the discovery that genes encode far more than previously supposed. Not just physical characteristics like hair and eye color and body form, and vulnerability to some diseases, but also astonishingly detailed thoughts, and emotions, and memories assimilated through life.

In short, the individual personalities and experiences of each person were encoded within their genes. Which, of course, made this little toy the ultimate invasion of privacy, and therefore banned in most of the world.

"Sampling complete," the laconic voice announced. "Do you wish to replicate all characteristics, or only physical form?"

"All characteristics," I said.

I wanted the real thing, wanted to become intimately acquainted with the real woman, to get to know what was really in saucy Joanna's mind.

I knew the result would be completely unpredictable. I'd have no control over her behavior. I'd be able to control only the setting and circumstances. All the rest would be her true and authentic responses to me.

But I was horny, and buzzed from the party cheer I'd imbibed. I wanted an adventure, not just something predictable that I could completely control. After all, if something went too terribly wrong, I could always just terminate the program and switch off the computer.

Or, so I thought, at the time.

Sometimes, life just takes you by surprise. There are rarely any surprises in the gauzy, shadow world of erotic fantasy, the realm of ukiyo-e, as the Japanese so politely term it. But I was half drunk, and had no idea of the possible consequences when fantasy collides head-on with harsh reality. I was about to find out.

*****

"Computer: Go to non-interactive mode, and replicate subject at... oh... age 19, in her workplace," I said, jerking off my necktie.

The room shimmered and dissolved into a fast-food restaurant, where a perky, young Joanna was dressed in a bright red pinafore dress, taking someone's order. I smiled. She was even slimmer, now, just a wisp of a girl with brunette hair gathered into a ponytail in back. Invisible to her, I walked around the counter to reach beneath the cheap uniform dress and stroke her pert little butt.

The feel of warm, young, female flesh aroused the malicious demons I kept carefully hidden in the darkest recesses of my mind, desires I shared with no one and indulged only in privacy. My dick tingled in my pants as I lowered my voice and said:

"Computer: Replicate subject at age 7, at school, at 3 pm. And... then go to full interactive mode."

After a brief pause the computer spoke again. "Specify which school. Memory analysis shows the subject attended two schools in that year. Would you like further detail?"

"Oh, just... whichever one was first," I barked.

The scene shimmered to life, constructed entirely from Joanna's actual memories. I was standing outside a red-brick building, before the main entrance, with the words "St. Jeunefille School for Girls" carved in marble above the lintel.

An alert bell buzzed inside, followed shortly by a swarm of little girls rushing through the doors, all dressed in identical uniforms -- pleated, navy blue skirts and white blouses bearing the school crest, which was variously flat or more prominent depending on their age and chest development.

I scanned the children, looking in vain for Joanna. I didn't recognize her until she gleefully giggled at something a friend said, and I saw the familiar, pronounced gap between her top front teeth. Her friend waved bye-bye to her, scampered to a waiting car, and I approached the little girl.

"Hi, Joanna!" I said in my most cheery voice. The child's grin faded as she blinked up at me.

"Huh? Who are you?" she said, warily.

"Oh, you remember me, don't you? I'm Mr. Johnson, I work with your dad at the office. He's got tied up with a work emergency, and asked me to pick you up."

"Naw, I don't know you, and I'm not s'posed to talk to strangers," the kid frowned.

"Well, it's been a while, but we met at a big party last summer, remember? I can't remember which one it was, maybe 4th of July?" I said, hoping there had been such a party. "But you were only six years old, then, so maybe you've forgotten. That was... um... right before your mom, uh..." I added, remembering the woman once telling me her that her mother died in the summer of her 6th year.

"Oh. Well... n'kay, I guess," the kid shrugged.

So far, so good, I thought, breathing a sigh of relief as we walked to my car, and admiring the child from the corner of my eye. She'd been a skinny little tyke, and my dick tingled in my pants at the way her childishly knobby knees poked the air as she walked, just above the enticing little knee socks she wore beneath shiny Mary Jane shoes.

She directed me to her house, kicking her little feet against the seat and pointing her stumpy finger at the turns. "N'kay, thanks, Mr. Johnson," she chirped when we arrived, grabbing her backpack and leaping from the car.

"No, no, Joanna, your dad asked me to babysi... ah... to stay with you until he gets home. He might be a few hours," I said, glancing at my watch for authenticity.

"Oh. Well... n'kay, then," the kid shrugged as she toddled toward the door.

Inside, I looked around, trying to decide how to proceed. I knew I could tell the computer to go non-interactive any time, and just invisibly fondle and use her little body for fun. But I was as curious as I was horny, and wanted to see how this would play out. I wanted to get to know the little 7-year-old Joanna, who'd grown up to be such a tempting teaser.

The kid grabbed a sandwich and a soft drink from the kitchen, then plopped down on a sofa and snapped on the 3D view screen.

"Caw Cathy," she mumbled at the thing, munching a mouthful of peanut butter. A moment later the face of her little school friend appeared. I went to the kitchen and found a beer, then returned to admire the little girl surreptitiously as I listened to their childish chatter.

An adult voice off screen called to Cathy, who quickly said goodbye and rang off. Little Joanna wiped her mouth and said, "Channel 69, please," to display a children's TV show.

"Hey, Joanna, don't watch that. It's been a long time since I've seen you. Why don't we get to know each other, ah... play a game, or something?" I ventured. "Do you have any fun games in your entertainment console?"

The kid turned to me, lips pursed, looking vaguely annoyed. "Yeah, yeah, but I like Scrabble. I got a rilly old one my Daddy gave me."

Of course she liked Scrabble. She was probably the only 7-year-old in her class who even knew what it was. Joanna was a smart woman, and clearly had been a clever child, as well.

Instead of punching up the game on screen, she flounced out of the room and returned with a late 21st-century board game in a faded box, the splitting corners reinforced with duct tape.

We sat down on a throw rug to play. The kid had an amazing vocabulary, and was soon beating me handily. Primarily because it was an effort to concentrate, and avoid overtly staring between her skinny thighs, carelessly spread beneath the pleated skirt.

"Well... are you gonna move, or what?" the child chirped in exasperation. I'd been caught daydreaming.

"Uh... sorry, yeah, let's see... um..." I stammered, blushing as I made my move.

The child was silent for a moment, then announced, "You were lookin' up my skirt, weren'cha?"

I flushed beet red and my mouth went dry. Shit.

I'd known this would be hazardous and I'd have to be very, very careful, because even though she was a virtual construct, I was dealing with Joanna's real personality. I had absolutely no control over her behavior. My mind raced.

"What? Uh... No, no, Joanna, I wasn't...um..."

"Yes, you were, I saw you lookin' up my skirt," she announced, but not in an accusatory way, just stating a fact. "It's okay, you don't have'ta get all weird about it."

"Ah... okay, Joanna, I've moved, it's your turn," I said in what I hoped was a normal sounding voice.

The kid's mouth curled into a wry smile. "You wanna see?" she smirked, drawing her knobby knees up, splaying them widely apart and jerking up her pleated skirt to display yellow panties with cartoon bunny rabbits.

My dick jerked in my pants, but I averted my eyes and my voice cracked as I spoke. "Uh... Joanna, you... you really shouldn't...uh..."

"Oh, come on, I know you wanna see!" the kid smirked, playfully jerking her little skirt side to side. "Come on... look at it!"

I turned to glance again at her little panty crotch, unsure where this was going, but very willing to go along for the ride. Obviously Joanna's saucy, teasing personality didn't just emerge in adulthood.

The child's voice dropped to a whisper. "You wanna see my pussy, too, Mister?" she murmured, shyly biting her lip and blushing. "I'll let you look at it, if you promise not to tell my Daddy..."

I swallowed hard, my dick thickening in my pants. "Uh... y- yeah, okay, Joanna, if... if you want to..." I managed.

The kid jerked her head from side to side, glancing at the broad windows of the living room, then she awkwardly clambered to her feet.

"C'mon, les' go to my room, I'm umbarrassed to do it here," she muttered, tugging at my sleeve. I followed as she led me down a hallway, her little shoes clacking across the wooden floor.

The childish bedroom made my dick bloat to full erection in my pants. The pink bedspread bore a Barbie logo, and was strewn with dolls and plush toys. The wallpaper was covered with illustrations like the ones in Dick and Jane readers, and hung with photos of Joanna and her little friends playing. On one was scrawled "JoJo & Cathy" in a childish hand. So, *that* was her nickname.

The little girl carefully closed and locked the bedroom door, then bit her lip, lifted the hem of her skirt and reached down to jerk aside the crotch of her panties, giggling softly. I knelt down in front of the child for a better view.

"So, you like it, Mister?" she said, eagerly searching my face to judge my response as I stared at the puffy little lips.

"Mmm, very nice, Joanna," was all I could think to say, most of my brain having traveled south to take up residence in my throbbing dick. "It's such a... pretty little pussy, can I come closer to see it better?"

The kid blushed and nodded. I shuffled forward on my knees, inches away, and slowly reached beneath the little pleated skirt to caress the child's enticingly skinny legs, smiling broadly in hopes that my action wouldn't frighten her and stop the naughty show.

Since she didn't seem to mind, I stroked my hands up and down from her panty-clad bottom to the tops of her little knee socks and back, my dick dripping in my pants at the deliciously soft feel of delicate child flesh in my hands.

Her little legs were so short and skinny, her little pussy lips peeking around the crotch of her childish bunny-rabbit panties made my abdomen tingle with lust.

My throbbing arousal was hugely magnified by the sharp thrill of knowing this replica made from her DNA was the little Joanna's true personality, not just one of the depraved fantasies I often indulged.

I briefly wondered if the woman actually had done things like this when she was 7 years old. Maybe so, or maybe this was just a secret fantasy she harbored in her obviously fertile imagination, and had never had an opportunity to act on.

I had no idea how far this would go, but it was at least obvious that the kid loved to show off. Even more exquisitely thrilling was the equally obvious fact that the child was thrilled by doing naughty things. Running to the privacy of her bedroom and locking the door made it plain that she knew exactly how forbidden it was to display her little sex for a strange man, yet she was eager to do it.

"Joanna... uh... I can't see all of it. Can I... take off your panties, so I can see your little pussy better?" I smiled reassuringly, my fingertips tracing the waistband with the word "Friday" printed on the elastic, above the cartoon faces of bunnies.

The little girl burst into hysterical giggles, dropping the gaping panty crotch back in place, clapping her hands to her mouth and stamping her little feet as she hysterically cackled at the nasty man who wanted to strip off her undies.

Nervous and chastened, I jerked my hands off the child, and sat back on my haunches on the floor.

When her giggle attack subsided, the kid bit her lip and looked at me, her cheeks blushing, her lips slowly curling into a smirk.

"Well... I dunno..." she said, swaying her narrow hips back and forth as her immature brain obviously thought this over. "Well... n'kay, I guess, but... you gotta promise not to tell my Daddy. Um... but YOU gotta do it, too, n'kay?" she muttered, shyly.

My dick heaved in my pants. "Okay, Joanna... okay, I promise," I said, my hands reaching to tug the tiny undies down her stumpy legs, my swollen tongue aching to taste her tempting little mound as it emerged.

The kid kicked off the little panties and jerked up her skirt. She beamed an exuberant, gap-toothed grin at me, swayed left and right coyly to show off her babyfat mound, then frowned and pointed a stumpy finger at my crotch. "Now you gotta do it. you said," she scolded.

I climbed to my feet, unexpectedly blushing myself as I dropped my trousers to expose my dick, still turgid but only at half mast because of my sudden nervous embarrassment.

The kid's cheeks reddened, she clapped both little hands to her face and burst into nervous giggles.

"It's not as big as my Daddy's!" she giggled, which made me blush harder.

The child scampered to hop up onto the bed and brushed aside a plush toy to sit facing me.

"C'mere, Mister, you can see it better this way," she giggled, scooting her bottom back. She hoisted her legs up, planted her feet on the bedspread and scissored her knobby knees widely apart, her tiny tongue peeking between her lips with glee.

My semi-turgid dick twitched as I stared at Joanna's bare, puffy little pussy lips, in such sweet contrast to the bushy mound I imagined she probably had today.

"You can rub your thingie, if you want to," the kid smirked with a naughty grin. "Thass what Daddy does when he looks at pitchers of girls."

"Wha... um... does your Daddy do... this with you, too, Joanna?" I asked as I reached to stroke my grateful dick.

"Eeew, NO! An' you better not tell him I let you look at me! You promised!" the kid snapped. "Naw, I just seen him rubbin' it when he looks at pitchers an' movies with naked girls in 'em. But he don't know I seen him, and you better not tell! Else I won't let you look at my pussy anymore!"

"Okay, okay, I promise," I breathed, as I slowly stroked the meat in my hand to full erection.

"Ooo, yeah, NOW it's as big as my Daddy's!" the child giggled.

"Do... do you like to look at it, Joanna?" I said, stepping closer to give her a better view.

"Yeah..." she breathed, jerking her face up to glance into my eyes before dropping her gaze once more to the phallus in my hand. "C'mon, lemme see you rub it!"

"Do you like to show me your little pussy, too?"

"Oooo, YEAHHHHHH!" she hissed, baring her teeth again. She scooted forward on the bed, leaning back on her elbows, her knobby little knees splayed wide, and hunched her bottom off the mattress to wag her bare little crotch slowly back and forth and give me a good, clear look.

A droplet of pre-cum oozed from my now fully engorged dick as I stared at the miniature little vulva, so enticingly framed between her childish knee socks and shiny little shoes.

I ached to just dive between those stumpy legs and fuck the tiny child in her prim school uniform, but my compulsion to discover the true Joanna took precedence. She'd physically matured in the past 31 years, but her teasing personality obviously hadn't much changed since she was 7. I had to know more.

"Why do you like to show me your little pussy, Joanna?" I ventured, getting bolder now.

"I dunno, it's... 'cuz it's kinda naughty, I guess," she shrugged, blushing slightly. "And it... well... it kinda makes me feel funny when you look at it..."

"It makes me feel... funny... too, Joanna," I shuddered, squeezing another warm droplet from my straining dick. "Have you ever showed it to anyone else like this?"

"Eeew, NOOO! Not ever! You think I'm a bad girl?"

"Well, no, Joanna, but... but I think you... ah... you like being naughty like this, don't you? You know it's bad, but you really want to be a naughty little girl, don't you?"

The kid blushed deep red, bit her lip hard and finally nodded, shyly. "Uh-huh, kinda," she whispered.

"Hey... Mister? You wanna... you wanna... TOUCH it?" she whispered with a gleeful smirk.

"Oh, yeah, Joanna, can I?" I breathed, stepping forward to kneel between her shiny little shoes.

"B- but be careful, okay? Jus' touch it a little bit, okay? Not like, inside there or nothin' okay?"

I reached to stroke one plump little pussy lip, my fingertip tingling at the child's soft, spongy sex flesh. She jerked as though shocked with a cattle prod, shrieking with giggles, and snapped her knobby knees together. "That t- t- TICKLES!" she wailed, slapping frantically at my hand.

"Okay, okay, Joanna, I'm sorry. Let's try again, okay?" I jabbered, urging her bony knees apart to press the flat of my palm into her delicate little mound and slowly massaging it.

The child's tensed thighs went limp and she craned her head down to watch as I fondled her little sex.

"Eeeewwww, you're TOUCHIN' it... in my PUSSY!" she hissed, her lips drawn up into a vicious sneer.

"No... no, honey, I'm FEELING it... look, Joanna, I'm feeling your little pussy," I panted, and my aching dick drooled a slimy runnel of pre-cum at the expected sensation of the child's warm sex goo seeping between her tiny lips to moisten my palm.

The kid's eyes were wide with childish fascination as she eagerly watched me fondle her immature sex, her teeth bared in a naughty grimace.

She jerked her eyes up to earnestly scan my face. "Does it get you all, y'know... excited to touch it like that, Mister?" she said.

"Um... yeah... yes, Joanna. You see how excited it makes me?" I replied, displaying the engorged dick in my hand. The kid clapped her little hand to her mouth and burst into giggles.

"Hey, Mister... are you... um... one of those weird guys who likes little kids?" she smirked with a sneer, gazing eagerly into my eyes. "Is that why it makes you all excited to feel my pussy?"

"Ah... um, no, Joanna, it's just... because you're such a pretty girl, that's all," I lied, fearing that a candid response would quickly end the naughty game.

"And... well... it's because I've known you for so long, Joanna. Longer than you know. And I've always wanted to... to feel your little pussy," I said, truthfully.

"Aw, thass too bad," the child snickered. "Everybody says those kinda guys are rilly nasty, and it's 'specially bad to let 'em touch you."

"Well, Joanna, it... it *is* especially bad for any little girl to let a grownup touch them like this, no matter who they are," I equivocated.

The kid giggled again. "Yeah... yeah, I know..." she sneered, looking down to watch my hand so blatantly feeling her little sex.

The child's eager expression as she watched me fondle her made my gut clench. I'd seen it before, so many times, when the adult Joanna coyly teased me in the office. Her adult and childish faces seemed to meld into one. It was as though I was seducing both the innocent child and the alluring woman she'd become, simultaneously, and I suddenly realized how much I lusted for both.

My senses overwhelmed by the thought, I peeled open the soft little lips with my thumbs to savor the sight of her miniature, bubblegum-pink vagina, then bent to inhale its musky aroma.

The little tyke's legs suddenly stiffened. "Huh?!? Hey, wha- what're you DOIN'?!?" she spat. "I said, don't go IN there, Mister!"

I raised my head to gaze at her frowning face, a trace of her cunt goo glistening on the tip of my nose. "I'm not going in there, Joanna, I'm just... smelling it... Joanna, that's all," I smiled. "Is that okay?"

"Yer... yer... s- SMELLIN' it?!?" her voice quavered. After a long moment, her tensed thighs relaxed, she again bared her teeth and hissed, "Eeeeewww, thass... RILLY naughty!"

Encouraged by her response, I bent to curl my tongue into the slippery little cleft, gripped her tiny peach-size bottom and began greedily licking and sucking her drooling hole, hunching my dripping dick into the bedspread.

"G- GHAK!" the child's eyes shot wide open, and her little bottom jerked off the mattress to smear her wet little cuntlet into my mouth, trembling and panting rapidly. Seconds later she jerked away and began wildly squirming and pounding my head with her tiny fists, screaming, "NO! NO! Don't do... THAT!"

I pulled back, shocked and panicked by her response. "Wha- what's wrong, Joanna, did I hurt you?"

The little girl snapped into a tight ball on the bed, shaking and sobbing. I reached to stroke her arm reassuringly, but she shuddered and jerked it away, then finally spoke.

"N- no, you din't hurt me, but... eeewww, thass too nasty, you was... you was... eeeww, LICKIN' it!" she whimpered. "Thass RILLY bad!"

"W- well, Joanna, honey, that's... that's supposed to feel nice... I just wanted to make you feel good, sweetie," I cajoled, my swollen dick jerking in anger that I might have frightened the little tyke and blown my chance to have more fun with her.

"Yeah, but... but yer not s'posed to put yer MOUTH down there! It's dirty down there! An' it made some STUFF drip out of me, and... an' it felt... oh, all weird an' funny, like... like somethin' rilly WEIRD was gonna happen to me," she whimpered into the bedspread.

The panicky knot in my gut slowly subsided, and I smiled to myself at the child's naive fear at the approach of her first orgasm.

"Okay, Joanna, I won't do that to you, I promise. Can we play some more, now? Just... naughty touching, like we did before, honey?"

The little girl cranked her head to face me, frowning. "You won't... lick my pussy any more, Mister? You promise?" she sniffled.

"I promise, Joanna," I smiled. "Now, don't you want to do some more... naughty things?" I grinned, reaching to wrap her tiny fingers around my engorged dick.

This got her full attention. "Wow, I can... touch it?"

"Sure, honeybunch. You can touch it with both hands, if you want to," I grinned.

"Oooo, that's... pretty naughty, too, isn't it, Mister?" the fascinated child said as I spread my thighs to watch her tiny hands roaming all over my throbbing erection. I just nodded, straining to hold back an imminent eruption that I thought might frighten her even more.

"And I'll play with you, while you play with it, okay?" I murmured, reaching to unfasten the buttons on her little blouse and spread it open. "Oooo, Joanna, what cute little nipples you have, I said, stroking my palm over the flat nubbins on her bony chest.

At the sensation of fondling the child's smooth, undeveloped chest, my quivering dick drooled pre-cum into her hands and she giggled and crinkled her nose. "Eeewww, there's STUFF comin' out of it!" she smirked.

"Yeah, Joanna, that's my f- fuck juice," I croaked. "See, it's all slippery, to make that thing go up inside a little girl's pussy."

The kid froze and jerked her hands away. "You better not do THAT! I don't want it in there, you promised!"

"Okay, okay, Joanna. Just... touch it, then. Just... imagine how nice it would feel in there."

She reached again for the wet penis, then muttered, "I don't wanna think about that. I know about fucking. It'd feel dirty in there."

"W- well, Joanna, fuck juice tastes really yummy, you know?" I pleaded, now getting close to desperate for relief. "Would you like to taste it?"

"EEEEEEEWWWW, NOOOOO!" the kid shrieked, shaking her head so hard her pigtails lashed her face. "Eeewww, thass so GROSS!"

"O- okay, honey, I have another idea," I panted, tugging off the little blouse draped loosely over her bony shoulders. "Why don't we get all naked, so we can touch each other all over, okay? I promise I won't tell your Daddy."

The kid blushed deeply, bit her lip and smirked up at me shyly. She was only 7 years old, but little Joanna knew getting naked with a grownup man was very, very bad, and she couldn't resist. She shrugged out of the blouse, unzipped her skirt to toss it on the floor and scampered over to jerk the curtains over her window, as I shed my shirt, socks & shoes.

Blushing pink, the naked little girl slowly toddled back to stand before me, biting her lip with her hands clasped shyly behind her back. "Mmmmm, you're a naughty little girl, aren't you, Joanna?" I murmured as I knelt to gather the tiny tyke into my arms, stroke her back and fondle the little peach cheeks of her soft bottom.

"You know it's very, very bad to let a man feel you like this, don't you, Joanna?" I whispered.

The little tyke dropped her head into the crook of my neck and nodded, giggling softly. "Yeah, we're bein' nasty, aren't we, Mister?" she giggled.

I lifted her up and fell back onto the mattress, tugging the naked child atop me, fondling her tiny bottom and skinny legs, rolling her from side to side, to stroke my wet dick into her warm tummy.

"Eeeew, that stuff is makin' my tummy wet, Mister," the kid complained as my trembling finger nestled between her silky cunt lips to stroke the enticing little pussy I so desired.

"J- Joanna, do you want to learn now grownups kiss, like they do in the movies? I'll show you. But you have to open your mouth, honey, okay? Open wide..." I panted. The fascinated little kid forgot about the slippery mess on her tummy and eagerly gaped open her mouth.

I fingered the child's bald twat and hunched my wet penis into her tummy as I sucked her soft little tongue and moaned my lust into her mouth. Trembling on the verge of orgasm, I tugged her naked body up to slip my throbbing erection between her short legs, squeezing them together and fucking myself in the slippery pre-cum slathered between her warm, soft thighs.

Much as I wanted this to go on, I just couldn't hold it back any longer. I'd deal with consequences later, I had to... I just had to...

*****

The sudden noise of a slamming door made me freeze in panic. "JoJo! Where are you, honey? Where's my little Jo Bunny?"

Oh, shit. Daddy had arrived home. Of course, that daily event would be a deeply embedded memory that the computer would faithfully recreate, along with everything else. The child instantly froze in shock and fear.

"Computer: Pause program!" I barked. "Delete new subject, and... uh... regress timeline to resume program ten seconds before new subject arrived."

*****

I plunged my tumescent tongue back into the child's open mouth, and resumed frantically hunching my bloated dick between her warm, slick little thighs. I didn't care any more. I was going to let it go... just... let it... all... go...

The giggling kid suddenly broke the deep, passionate kiss to frown down at me. "What're you doin' Mister? Are you fuckin' me? You promised not to put it in there!"

Her childishly petulant words and pouty face completely dissolved all my restraint. I grabbed the naked little kid, rolled her over onto her back, panting raggedly in her face and grimacing with lust.

"N- no, little JoJo, I won't fuck you... I'm just gonna fuck a replica... gonna fuck a tiny little 7-year-old replica of you," I hissed.

Shaking with anticipation, I panted, "Computer: non-interactive mode!" and the child's shocked face instantly relaxed into a bored, impassive expression. The naked little kid just laid there, staring blankly up at the ceiling as I jerked her skinny legs apart and grabbed my dick.

"C- can't help it, you nasty little slut. You've been mercilessly teasing me for years," I gasped as I smeared the bulbous dick head up and down between her slick little labia, then lunged down to plunge my bloated penis balls-deep in the kid's juicy little fuck hole. The sudden, creamy warmth of her made my toes curl, and I howled my ecstasy as I frantically began thrusting deep inside her limp little body.

I paused at full penetration to stare down with glazed eyes at the frail, naked child so deeply impaled beneath me. "Jeezuz, Joanna... I knew you were a tease, but... omigod... I had no idea. You were like *this* at SEVEN?" I gasped, grinding my balls flat against her delicate little crotch.

"N- nasty little girl... n- nasty little FUCK TOY!" I grunted, rising to my knees and jerking her tiny peach cheeks off the mattress to skewer the child, my ears tingling at the obscene sound of my balls rhythmically smacking into her delicate crotch.

"G- ghod, this is so good... so f- fucking GOOOD!" I hissed as I reamed her little body, staring with glazed eyes at the tiny nipples on her bony chest, her pigtails and limp arms bouncing on the mattress beneath her.

I silently thanked whatever gods exist that I'd declined the woman's obvious invitation to fuck earlier in the evening, thankful that I didn't relieve myself then, inside the swampy cunt of a tipsy, 38-year-old woman. I had a week's worth of pent-up sexual desire seething inside me, and the depraved thought of unloading it all inside her naive, 7-year-old self, in her locked childhood bedroom, made me grind my teeth with gratitude and sweet anticipation.

Delirious with lust, I barked, "Computer: Go to interactive mode!" The inert little girl jerked her head up to look at me, and her jaw dropped open in a silent scream.

"No, NO! What're y- you d- DOIN' to me? Why are y- you f- fuckin' me!" the little kid shrieked, her squealing voice stuttering, punctuated by my desperate lunges into her body.

I knew she wasn't in pain -- she was just an artificial replica, after all -- it was just her innate personality expressing outrage and deep humiliation at being so blatantly sexually molested by a nice friend of Daddy.

I paused at full penetration, groaning with pleasure as I wagged her tiny bottom to grind myself deeply into the whining kid, then sucked my wet dick out to the head, poking it teasingly at the mouth of her cunt and leering down at her.

"I'm f- fucking you because you're such a nasty little tease, Joanna. You've been teasing me for years, you wanted it tonight, so I'm gonna give it to you -- just as deep and hard as I can, just as long as I can s- stand it, you f- filthy little slut," I gasped. "Which w- won't be much longer!" I added, slamming my engorged dick in to the root and grinding it in the depths of her clutching, miniature vagina.

"NO! NO! Stop it, get that thing OUT of me, it's so NASTY!" the kid wailed, whacking my tensed forearms uselessly with her little fists. The artificial tears welling in her widely innocent eyes only inflamed my lust further.

"No, little baby, no, it's not *nearly* as nasty as what's just about to happen inside you," I grunted. Sweating and shaking, I lunged forward to dump her on the mattress, deeply impaled and sobbing.

"Look, baby girl, look at this!" I gasped, jerking my stiff penis out of her and wagging the dripping thing in her tear-streaked face. "You just love nasty things, don't you, Joanna? Well, my little munchkin, you wanna feel that nasty thing pump your little baby hole all full of hot sperm?"

"NO! NO, please, Mister, don't do THAT in me! It's nasty, an' you'll make babies in me an' stuff!" the child whimpered, staring with terrified eyes at the engorged penis dripping on her flat chest, heaving with helpless sobs.

"No, little JoJo, I won't make babies in you, for a lot of reasons you'll never know," I hissed. "I'll only make a big, stinky mess inside you!"

My overstimulated prostate lurched, I couldn't hold back any longer, and I frantically notched my dick into the wet little crevice and lunged, plugging it in to the hilt. The little girl squealed, clapped her tiny hands to her face and began sobbing in helpless humiliation.

As desperate as I was for sexual relief, I couldn't bring myself to finish this way. It was too close to rape, which even I find disgustingly repellant, even if the unwilling victim isn't real, only an artificial replica.

"Computer: N- non-interactive mode!" I gasped.

The little kid instantly went limp beneath me, staring impassively at the ceiling as I let myself go, helplessly slamming my quivering dick into her, driving her frail body deeply into the mattress with each desperate lunge, panting and drooling on her pale chest, supporting myself with one hand as the other fondled her infantile nipples and babyfat little tummy.

I plunged deep, rooting and grinding inside the sweet, slick warmth of her tiny vagina and the eyeballs rolled white in my head as I let it all go, clenching my teeth and grunting with relief as a week's worth of hot sperm erupted into the limp little 7-year-old beneath me.

Gauzy images of Joanna's face, both as child and adult, grinned eagerly at me in my fogged brain as my quivering dick jerked and heaved inside the limp little girl, my nostrils flaring at the obscene stench of sweat and semen pervading the little bedroom and fouling the pretty pink Barbie bedspread with a greasy puddle of sperm dripping from the kid's slimed little hole.

My knees were shaking, but I left my quivering penis deep inside the oblivious child for a long minute, savoring the delicious warmth of her as the heaving spasms slowly subsided.

As usual, my gut clenched with guilt and shame as I gazed down at the frail body I'd so abused.

And, as usual, the familiar, starkly conflicting emotions welled up inside me -- the deep shame of my aberrant sexual desires, counterbalanced by my sweet relief as I savored the sweet aftershocks of my orgasm still jerking and twitching deep inside such a small child.

I finally dragged my spent, wet dick out of the inert little tyke and rolled onto my back beside her, both of us staring blindly at the ceiling, only one of us panting with relief.

*****

The magnificent intensity of my long-anticipated orgasm -- along with the five dry martinis I'd had at the party, or was it six? -- almost immediately made me drift off into deep, contented slumber. I awoke hours later to the insistent buzz of the door alert sounding.

I lurched to my feet and dashed for the bedroom to jerk on pants and a polo shirt, then dashed for the door as the alert buzzed and buzzed.

"J- Joanna? Uh... hi, what, uh... what's up?" I managed, my hangover seething as though my brain was marinating in acid from a rusty car battery.

The woman frowned with a wry grin, shook her head.

"You *did* have a bit much last night, didn't you?" she scolded. "You said you needed to get the Anderson brief done this weekend, remember? Hello? It's Saturday morning, Peter," she teased, waving a thick file folder.

"Oh... uh... yeah. Sorry, Jo, come on in," I muttered, running my fingers through my mussed hair. "You want some coffee?"

"Sure, with cream, please, if you have any," she called after me as I strode toward the kitchen. "I'll just wait in the den, shall I?"

In the kitchen I groggily muttered, "Coffee. Strong. Uh... six cups, 60 degrees Celsius," then jolted an inch off the floor at the shrill scream I heard. I bolted toward the den.

Joanna was standing at the doorway to the den, hands to her face, the document pages scattered on the floor at her feet as her mouth gaped in horror.

I screeched to a halt beside her, my body rigid with horror myself. I'd forgotten to turn off the VirtuAll computer.

"Omigod... omigod..." the trembling woman whispered into her tensed hands, staring down at the little 7-year-old child lying on the bed, naked except for her socks and shoes, her limp legs obscenely spread, with milky semen dripping from her little pink hole and puddled on the bedspread beneath her.

My mouth went dry, my pulse thundered in my ears. "J- Joanna, it's... it's not what you think... I... I can explain... uh," I stammered, frantically trying to think of something.

"It's... it's not *real*, Joanna, just... it's just a computer simulation, for a... a case I'm working on, and... uh... here, I'll show you, I'll turn it off, and..."

Before I could move she shrieked again as she jerked her horrified eyes up from the limp, naked child to the virtual photos on the wall.

"Wha... wha... tha... that's MY ROOM!" she screamed, her hysterical voice cracking. "In the... the house on... on Clark Street... wha- what th- the f- FUCK?!?"

She haltingly stepped forward to look down at the bed. "Oh... my... g- g- g- ghod, that's... that's MEEE! Isn't it? ISN'T IT!" she screamed, whirling to face me, tendons bulging in her neck, her mouth twisted in a cruel grimace.

"C- computer, h- HALT PROGRAM!" I barked in a hoarse voice, and the scene dissolved back to my den. The overwhelmed woman collapsed onto a sofa, bent, and buried her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably.

Shamed, panicked and desperate, I sat beside her, trying to think of something, anything, to say. I reached to touch her shaking shoulder and she jerked violently away.

"You... you... sick... f- FUCK!" she gasped when she managed to raise her tear-streaked face.

"J- Joanna, please, let me expla..."

"Just SHUT UP and LEAVE ME ALONE!" she wailed, jerking my hand from her shoulder and once again burying her face in her hands, sobbing.

My heart pounded in my ears as I sat, helpless to do or say anything. There was nothing to be said. It was all too obvious what had gone on in Joanna's childhood bedroom. If I'd had a gun in my hand, I would've shot myself.

After a long, long silence, the woman drew herself up, wiped away the tear streaks and half of her mascara, turned to face me, her jaw clenched in defiance.

"How did you do that?" she quavered in an unnaturally calm, flat voice.

"J- Joanna, please, let me expla..."

"FUCK that! I don't want your useless excuses! You just tell me, right now -- how... did... you... DO THAT!"

I haltingly explained, and she grimly listened, her jaw still clenched, her eyes burning.

"Oh my god, you... you're going to jail for a long, long time, mister," she said in her chillingly flat voice, after I'd finished explaining. "No... no, jail's too good for you, if I could think of something worse, I would, you... you..."

Joanna lapsed into silence, bolted up and began pacing the room, shaking her head in disbelief, rolling her eyes, pounding her thighs with clenched fists.

Finally, she whirled to face me.

"No. No. I have a better idea," she barked, marching briskly across the floor to me. She grabbed a lock of my hair and viciously ripped it out by the roots.

"If you can replicate me, you can replicate YOU," she hissed. "Here. Do it. I'm going to humiliate you, just like you did me."

I had no idea what she had in mind, but anything was better than a phone call to the police. I stuffed the hairs in.

"Sampling complete," the laconic computer voice intoned. "Do you wish to replicate all characteristics, or only physical form?"

"What does that mean?" Joanna snapped. I explained.

"Alright, ah... ALL characteristics, computer," she said. "Even the most disgustingly perverted ones," she spat, turning to me. "Make him... um... oh... ten years old."

"Place subject in what setting?" the computer asked.

"Oh, in that... that other one that was just here," the woman barked in exasperation.

"Computer: Resume previous program at halt point," I explained.

The room shimmered into Joanna's pink childhood bedroom, with her naked 7-year-old self lying limply on the bed, and my 10-year-old self standing across the room, dressed in khaki shorts and a tee shirt. I winced. I'd been a skinny kid at that age, wiry and slender, all elbows, knees and ears.

The kid -- my replica, that is -- jerked his head around in confusion. "What the... wh- who are YOU?"

Joanna's steely expression half relaxed for the first time, into a grim smirk. "Hello, little Petey, my name is Dr. Krall, I work with your dad at the hospital, in cardiology," she said, trying her best to smile convincingly.

"Oh, yeah? Well... well... where the hell AM I? This ain't the hospital," the kid said, glancing around the room.

"And... who is SHE?" he continued, noticing the naked little girl on the bed for the first time and staring transfixed at her exposed little pussy.

"That's my... um... my little sister, Petey. Her name is Joanna, but she likes to be called JoJo. And we're in her bedroom.

"And this," she continued, nodding at me, "is my friend, Dr. Johnson. He's... he's a gynecologist," she glared directly at me. "His name is Peter, too, isn't that a coincidence?"

The kid glanced up at me, briefly, then dropped his gaze back to the naked girl on the bed, and the crotch of his shorts twitched. Besides being a skinny kid, I'd also been a rampantly horny one, so carefully supervised I hadn't lost my virginity until age 15.

The computer's DNA analysis had me nailed, authentic right down to my fingernails chewed by the angst of youth, and the twitch in my left eye when nervous.

I just stared, rigid as an ice sculpture, my mind reeling at the thought of what my little 10-year-old self might say, or do. By now, my face was as red with shamed embarrassment as Joanna's had been in rage moments before.

"Petey... would you like to play with JoJo?" the woman crooned, glancing quickly at his crotch. "She's asleep right now, but I don't think she'd mind."

The kid blushed purple. Exactly as I'd have done at his age.

"W- well... I... uh... no, no ma'am, I don't wanna wake her up, or anything," he stammered nervously.

"Oh, it's okay, Petey, you won't wake her up, she's a very deep sleeper. Isn't she, Dr. Johnson?" Joanna smirked up at me. She stepped forward to kneel beside the bed, resting her hand on the naked child's tummy.

"Come on, Petey. Don't you want to touch her, like this?" the woman smiled, caressing the child's tummy.

I turned away, bent and pretended to tie my shoe, to mitigate both my embarrassment and that of my little clone. We were, after all, dealing with my real personality at that age. I'd been a somewhat shy child then, and this was now Joanna's show. If the kid chickened out of whatever Joanna intended for him, the game might be up, and I might be on the way to jail.

His cheeks burning, Petey swallowed hard and stepped forward to touch the little girl, carefully and tentatively, as though she might explode. Joanna guided his small hand to encourage him, moving it in slow circles on the child's tummy, stroking from her belly button down to her pale little mound and back.

"See? It's nice, isn't it, Petey?" the woman said. "Have you ever touched a little girl like this before?"

"N- no, ma'am," the boy muttered, the small rise in his crotch twitching as Joanna guided his hand closer and closer to the little mound he was staring at so intently.

"Now, let's play fair, Petey," said Joanna, when she knew she had the lad's full attention. "JoJo is all naked, but you still have your clothes on. You should take them off. It's only fair to her."

The kid jerked his hand away, bit his lip and stared hard at the floor, blushing like a ripe beet.

"Oh, come on, Petey. You're not a shy boy, are you?" the woman said, stroking his shock of blonde hair reassuringly. "JoJo's not shy? Are you?"

Still staring at the floor and blushing, the boy mumbled, "No, ma'am," slowly shook his head, tugged off his shirt and even more slowly began unfastening the snap at his waist. His shorts dropped to the floor, and I blushed as deeply as he did when I saw his little penis shrivel in embarrassment.

"There, that's better, Petey. Now you can play with her. Don't you want to see how little girls are different from boys?" she smiled, placing his hand at the apex of the child's little mound.

Too fascinated to respond, the kid just licked his dry lips and tentatively felt the soft flesh, drawing his fingertip down one fat little lip and up the other one.

"That's JoJo's sex you're touching, Petey," Joanna murmured as she reached to spread the girl's small legs farther apart to give the little boy a better look. "We doctors call it a vulva. But my JoJo likes to call it her little pussy."

The boy bit his lip, and his ears burned when he heard a grownup say the naughty "p" word he thought only kids used in private. But he kept feeling it, and his little penis began to rise.

Which, of course, didn't escape Joanna's notice. She watched from the corner of her eye, smirking, as it twitched and slowly tumesced and rose. Unnoticed by the transfixed little boy as he explored the mystery of female sex anatomy for the first time, she quietly knelt beside him.

"Here, let me show you," she murmured. She reached to straighten the boy's finger, nestled it between the soft lips he'd been feeling, nudged it down a bit, and pushed gently. The boy's eyes popped wide in astonishment as he felt the slick warmth of the little hole engulf his finger.

"That's it... just push it in and out, slowly and gently," she murmured. "If JoJo were awake, it would feel nice. It would feel just like... this..."

Joanna leaned forward to suck the little half asparagus stalk into her mouth. The boy's jaw dropped in amazement, as did mine.

"Don't stop, Petey, keep feeling it inside there. I'm just showing you how it feels to her," Joanna said, taking the little dick back into her mouth and humming "mmmmmmmm" as she sucked it.

His finger plugged deeply into the little girl, Petey let out a strangled gasp and began reflexively hunching his narrow hips. He curled the fingers of his free hand into the woman's hair, began panting urgently.

Joanna cupped the boy's tensed bottom in her palm. When she felt him begin whimpering and quivering, she waited until the last moment, then slowly drew the little stalk out of her mouth.

"Oh, I'm sorry, is this bothering you, Petey? Maybe I should stop," she said in a mockingly motherly voice, but with a smirk, as she watched the stiff little thing helplessly bouncing and jerking in the cool air.

"N- no, no, it's... okay, you can... uh... k- keep doin' it, Miz Krall, I don't mind," the boy stuttered, his knees trembling.

"Well, okay, if you really don't mind," the woman smirked. "Let's try it a different way. Try putting it in here..."

Joanna opened her mouth, extended her wet tongue, and curled it into a "U" shape, waiting. The little boy's eyes bulged. He jerked his finger out the girl's cunt, grabbed his stiff little Weiner, and plunged it into the fleshy pocket formed by the woman's curled tongue.

"Mmmmmmm," Joanna hummed, as her curled tongue sucked and squeezed the boy's quivering, miniature penis.

The boy's eyes rolled wildly in his head, his clenched butt hunching as he gripped the woman's head with both hands and frantically fucked her mouth. Joanna stroked his clenched butt and let the little boy continue for a moment, then slowly withdrew her tongue and calmly let the quivering little dick drop out of her mouth.

"Oh, Petey, are you okay? You don't look well, honey," she crooned, watching the miniature penis frantically jerking and drooling now. "He doesn't look well at all, does he... Dr. Johnson?" she smirked up at me.

"No, no, I'm... jus'... jus'... p- please, k- keep doin' it, Miz Krall, just a little bit more, please!" the desperate child whimpered, practically sobbing, his fingernails digging into her scalp with frustration.

Joanna's satisfied smirk explained the nature of her revenge with perfect clarity.

She drew back to examine her work, gently lifting the dripping little penis, careful not to touch the sensitive underside, knowing one careless touch could spoil her fun.

"Hmmm, yes... I think we'd better stop now," she breathed on the wet little dick. The boy whimpered and lunged toward her open mouth, but she coyly turned aside.

"This could be a serious condition," she smirked. "I think Dr. Johnson and I should confer about this for a minute. Or two. Don't you think... Doctor? In the meantime, Petey, do NOT touch this, okay? If you do, something very, very bad could happen to you. Just sit quietly on the bed, and try not to move at all, okay?"

The trembling kid did as he was told, sat beside the inert, naked little girl, his glazed eyes staring blindly ahead, not even bothering to glance at her. His flushed face, tensed thighs, quivering abdomen made the deep, gnawing ache he felt so obvious that I could almost see his little balls turning blue.

Mine were just about in the same state. My mind raced with impossibly conflicting emotions --empathy, panic, lust, terror, rage, resignation.

Joanna stood, calmly smoothed down her skirt and took me aside.

"See how it feels... Doctor Feelgood?" she quietly murmured in my ear. "How long can this... fucking computer program run? I've got as long as it takes. I'm going to drive your pathetic little clone out of his little mind. Make him a babbling idiot, make him so twisted and desperate for sex that he'd be too busy with that little dick to ever think of getting into that top-shelf law school your rich Daddy managed to buy your way into."

"Joanna, you... okay, you win. Please, let's just stop this ridiculous charade. You've made your point. Let's just shut down the computer, and..."

The woman turned to conceal her action from the boy's view, reached down and gripped my crotch in a way that stopped me mid-sentence.

"NO, dammit, I haven't even BEGUN to make my point!" she hissed in my ear, her fingers tightening on my tensed balls. "You... just... just... USED me, at the most vulnerable stage of my life, and oh, am I every going to USE you, buddy boy."

"J- Joanna, it's... it's just a software algorithm, not real life," I attempted, in the most persuasive courtroom voice I could muster with my balls painfully squeezed by a determined woman.

"Software?!" she barked, squeezing hard before jerking her hand from my crotch. "You have NO idea what this is all about, do you? You arrogant prick. It's not just about... THAT. It's... it's about ME!"

*****

The implications of what I'd done suddenly sank in. It was one thing to use virtual reality for fantasy, but I'd inadvertently stepped far over the line.

I didn't think twice about using this machine to flaunt laws that prohibited underage sex. Laws, after all, are imposed by others. But ethical considerations are personal. And the consequences of what I'd done -- although completely unexpected -- had violated even my own ethical standards.

Even if the naked little girl on the bed wasn't real, she was the incarnation of the enraged woman I now faced -- who felt all the rage and humiliation of my abuse just as keenly as though she'd been physically raped.

I suddenly understood that my new, DNA-replicating accessory wasn't just a toy. It had the potential to cause disturbing, even tragic consequences if used carelessly, as I'd done.

*****

Before I could respond, Joanna composed her face and turned away, her vicious expression instantly softening into a benign smile as she faced the confused, skinny little boy. The little boy I'd once been, and suddenly felt I was again.

"Petey, Dr. Johnson and I have talked it over. We think you'll be just fine, but we're not sure. We just need to check. It's a simple oral examination, and it won't hurt a bit, I promise. Okay?" she said brightly.

Her convincing tone and smile made me briefly wonder why this talented woman hadn't become a litigator herself.

The woefully bereft little boy just nodded. By this time his penis had softened a bit in his lap, but it was obvious that his little balls were painfully swollen with anticipation. I knew from experience how bloated his little prostate must be, aching for release.

As was mine. Despite the pain Joanna had inflicted, both to my balls and to my conscience, her passion had inflamed mine. My mind was too conflicted to understand how or why.

Joanna kicked off her shoes, crawled onto the bed and laid down on her back beside the inert replica of her 7-year-old self. She smoothed down her skirt demurely, then said, "Okay, now... Petey, I need you to come up here, on hands and knees, straddle me, so I can examine you. That's it. No, no, knees wider... okay... a little bit farther up... Good! right there!"

The perplexed and frustrated little boy did as he was told, supporting himself on his knees and skinny arms above the woman, his now limp dick dangling in her face.

"Okay, now, Petey, just close your eyes. This will only take a minute. Or two. And then we'll be all done," Joanna said, cutting her eyes to meet mine. "Just close your eyes, and relax."

The little boy's eyes closed, as instructed, then popped open wide as he felt the warm, wet tongue and sucking mouth that felt so good earlier.

Joanna shivered with satisfaction as she felt the little thing jerk and expand inside her mouth. She cut her eyes toward me, burning with passionate rage.

I stood transfixed, watching this 38-year-old woman suck my 10-year-old dick. Watching my 10-year-old self respond. Feeling my 46-year-old dick respond.

Joanna grasped the boy's skinny hips, pushed up until the little penis popped out of her mouth, glistening with saliva and jerking helplessly.

She twisted her head to look at me, as the small, skinny little boy above her squirmed and hunched uselessly, trying to urge his aching dick back into her mouth, whimpering pitifully and dripping pre-cum onto her uncaring face.

That little boy was me, but she wasn't looking at him. And I wasn't looking at her little naked clone. We were looking into one another's eyes.

Joanna turned away, looked up into the dim and unfocused eyes of the trembling little boy as her hands caressed his smooth, narrow bottom.

"Peter, do you know... how often I've thought that I... actually... loved you? How much I've... wanted this... this scene to be US together?" she said to the uncomprehending, bewildered and desperate little boy squirming above her.

"Do you know how much I've wanted you, Peter?" she said, turning to look back at me, her eyes burning into mine. "How much I've wanted the GOOD, the smart, the best part of you, not this... this... sick, twisted fantasy you created to get your rocks off after a happy hour?"

After a long moment, searching my eyes for comprehension, Joanna's lips clamped into a tight line at my stunned and speechless response. She shook her head in regret, turned to look at the inert little girl lying beside her.

"Wake her up, Peter. I'll bet she'd just love to watch this. I know I would have, at her age," she said with a resigned, half-hearted smirk.

"C- computer, f- full interactive mode," I stammered.

The naked 7-year-old blinked, hoisted herself up on her elbows and glanced around. "Wha... whass goin' on, Mister Johnson? And who's SHE?" the kid said, furrowing her brow. She glanced down at the smelly puddle between her legs. "Eeeeewww, did you... did you... DO stuff inside me?"

"I'm your... ah... your big sister, JoJo, the one Daddy never told you about," the woman said. "Daddy was ashamed of me, because I was a very naughty girl. I'll bet you're just old enough to start wanting to be naughty, too, just a little bit, aren't you?"

The naked child blushed and clapped her hands over her slimed little cunt mound.

"But I'm much more naughty now, JoJo. Want to see? Look. Watch me," the woman smiled, tugging the little boy's butt toward her face.

Joanna turned to glance into my eyes for a blazing moment as she gripped the boy's tensed little butt, then turned away to pull him down into her face and suck in earnest.

I watched in awe as the little boy -- my young self -- just helplessly and uncontrollably fucked the woman's willing and eagerly sucking mouth.

Joanna grabbed his (my) little butt cheeks and pulled the little guy forward. She gaped her mouth wide, and sucked every little bit of him into her mouth -- his rampant little asparagus stalk, his bloated, hairless little balls.

"Eeewww, thass disGUSting!" the precocious little girl snapped. "You... you put that boy's... thing in your... in your MOUTH!"

Joanna slowly spat out the little boy's wet dick and balls.

"No, JoJo, not his thing... ALL of his little things," she sneered, staring directly into my face. "This is something I've wanted to taste for a long, long time."

She opened wide and slurped the panting little boy back into her mouth. He issued a long, guttural groan of relief, shaking and urgently hunching his clenched butt into her face. Joanna moved her hand to caress his taut abdomen as she licked and sucked, then gently pressed upward and again spat out his wet little genitalia.

"NO, no, no, p- PLEEZE Miz Krall, PLEEZE!" the desperate kid practically sobbed, frantically hunching and stabbing his rigid little stalk into her cheek.

"See how excited he is?" the woman smirked to the wide-eyed little girl. "I'll bet this is exciting to watch, too, isn't it, JoJo?" The little girl blushed pink, bit her lip and nodded shyly.

"I'll bet it makes Mister Johnson excited, too," Joanna sneered, turning to me. "Maybe he'll show us. I'll bet he's just dying to do something naughty, too."

My disbelieving mind had long since short-circuited and was absolutely numb by now. As if in a trance, I quickly shed my clothes.

Joanna's nostrils flared and her eyes narrowed as she gazed at my engorged penis for the first time. Her lips parted and her hand crept down to raise her skirt and dip into her panties as she finally tore her eyes away and turned back to swallow the boy's stiff little dick again.

The little girl's cheeks reddened more deeply as she watched the woman greedily slurping the boy's genitalia and masturbating herself in her panties. Her own hand crept down almost unconsciously to finger her bald little pussy, still dripping with my sperm.

The child's flushed face, parted lips and glazed eyes as she pleasured her little sex was too much for me. A whimper escaped my lips as I dived onto the bed, jerked aside her tiny hand and frantically smeared the head of my dripping dick between her slick little lips.

As if in a dream I heard my mouth issue a prolonged, ragged groan of ecstasy as I skewered the naked little girl, driving my bloated dick in to the balls, trembling and grinding it in the creamy depths of her tiny hole.

"Eeeewww, yer... yer f- FUCKIN' me again, Mister!" the kid sulked more than complained, and the woman to my left shuddered violently at her words. She jerked the boy's dripping little dick out of her mouth and turned to watch me sweating and rooting deep inside her little 7-year-old self.

"No, no he's not!" she hissed, her teeth bared in a vicious sneer as she watched the child's stumpy little legs flailing and kicking at my tensed butt.

"He's... he's not fucking you, he's f- fucking ME!" she groaned, whipping her head back to tease the little boy's aching dick with her curled tongue.

"Oh, mmmmph, mmmmph, mmMMMMMMphhhh," she groaned heavily as she sucked on the little stalk, her hand wiggling in her panties, her ears burning at the obscene sounds of my balls rhythmically slapping into the child's tender crotch.

Panting and sweating, I turned to watch Joanna as she tormented my 10-year-old self with her mouth. She must have felt my gaze, she couldn't see me because her face was crushed flat into the little boy's heaving tummy.

Joanna's free hand jerkily slapped the bed until it found me and she curled her fingers into my tensed balls, kneading and rolling the hairy sack.

"Oh, mmMMMMMMphhhh!" she groaned, loudly, as she fondled my balls, and the boy shook hard as he felt the delicious vibrations course through him like an electric shock. Her butt began bouncing on the bed as she masturbated both her swampy cunt and my quivering balls.

Joanna's tongue uncurled from the boy's throbbing little stalk, and she extended it, to curl her wet tongue up around his hairless, miniature balls, licking and teasing the pale, tender little sack. After a long moment she gaped her mouth wide, tugged the boy down into her face, and engulfed his immature genitalia into her mouth, sucking his quivering little penis and rolling his little balls with her tongue.

The boy's eyes snapped wide, his skinny arms gave way, and he fell forward heavily, his quivering abdomen splayed across Joanna's sucking face, his stunned face drooling on the bedspread.

"H- h- ho, no... ho no... ho no," he huffed, lunging and fucking himself frantically into Joanna's relentlessly sucking mouth, grinding his trembling abdomen into her face, his arms flung out to the sides, fingers clawing wildly at the bedspread as the woman moaned and sucked and licked his quivering little balls.

Shaking hard, the little boy held his breath for a long, long moment, then tensed and ground himself hard into the woman's mouth. The eyeballs rolled white in his head and his own mouth quivered into a grotesquely stupid grin as he jerked and shook and howled his long-denied relief.

"mmMMMMMMph-g- GLORP, BLPHHH, GGGGLORP!" Joanna gagged as the overstimulated child's load of semen erupted from both nostrils, gushed down her throat and bubbled from her lips, dripping in runny rivulets down her cheeks.

"A- a- hhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaa!" the stupidly grinning kid howled as his quivering tummy squirmed on Joanna's face and he uncontrollably hunched his spewing little dick into her warm, sucking mouth, frenziedly balling up the bedspread with white knuckles.

Feeling the child's little penis heaving and jerking in her mouth, his little balls frantically pumping the stinking, slimy sperm down her throat, cascaded the masturbating woman into her own orgasm.

"Mmmglubph! glubph! glubph! glubph!" she grunted hysterically on the spurting little dick in her mouth, the viscous sperm dripping from her nose and bubbling from her lips as her clenched butt jerked and bounced on the mattress.

The force of her spontaneous orgasm tightened Joanna's tensed fingers around my balls almost painfully, and instantly triggered my own volcanic eruption inside the whimpering little girl. I gritted my teeth and lunged, crushing my balls flat against her tender crotch and straining to keep my ejaculating penis as far inside the creamy depths of her little cunt as possible while it jerked and gushed until my prostate was drained and quivering.

The woman dragged the boy's spent little dick from her mouth, rolled his limp and trembling body off her face, then turned to spit a greasy glob of sperm onto the bed and blow her nose with a handful of pink bedspread.

Panting, she rolled to her side, bent to suck JoJo's tiny nipple into her spermy mouth and reached down to tease the child's pussy lips, stretched tightly around the root of the tingling penis still deeply implanted in her body.

The little girl's quiet sniffles morphed into sighs, then into urgent whimpering as her tiny clit rose and engorged. Her tummy began to quiver, she blindly curled her little fingers into Joanna's hair, then dug her fingernails into her scalp, trembling and panting rapidly.

"Oh... oh, I gonna... I gonna... I gonna..." the little girl huffed, arching her bony back off the bed to smear her tingling little pleasure button into Joanna's fingertip.

"Oh, y- yeah, I... I... g- g- GONNA!" she yowled in ecstasy, "I g- GONNA! "I g- GONNA! "I g- GONNA! her tiny bottom bouncing, and bouncing, and bouncing as the sweet ecstasy of first orgasm overwhelmed her.

The deep, delicious squeezing of the child's spasming little hole sucked and milked me to a second miniature climax, and I shuddered as I felt a few milky droplets of residual spunk weakly pulse and dribble into the depths of her.

The woman spat out the child's nipple, drew her hand up to soothe her quivering tummy, and turned to gaze at me with glazed eyes.

"You... you... fucking filthy pervert," she murmured, trying but failing to keep her lips pursed in a reproachfully tight line.

"I had no idea. Absolutely no... fucking... idea," she said, the corners of her lips twitching up slightly despite her resolve. "Now, get that filthy thing out of her, and turn off this fucking computer."

I stirred and dragged my wet dick out of the limp child, my cheeks burning with equal parts shame, stunned disbelief, and sated sexual desire.

"Computer..."

"No. No, wait," the woman snapped. "Stop. Don't. Is there a way to delete this disgusting program completely? I mean, permanently, so you can't ever retrieve it and use it... use ME... like this, ever again?"

"Y- yeah, yes, of course, Joanna, whatever you want," I said, my cheeks burning and my heart aching with remorse.

"Computer: Delete program, delete all backups, clear all memory cache, and..."

"NO! No... ah... wait," Joanna snapped, sitting up on the bed, and smoothing down her wrinkled skirt.

"Peter... um... is there a way for you to... I dunno, like... leave the program in the thing, but locked up, so it can't be used unless a secret password is put in, or something?"

"Uh... yeah... sure. Sure, Joanna."

"Okay, then, do that. But I get to choose the password, one that only I know. So you can't ever run this program again... unless I enter the password. Okay?"

"Okay, Joanna, okay," I muttered, feeling more spent, exhausted and morose than I'd ever felt in my life.

"Computer: Clear memory cache, delete all backups, and encrypt program for access only by password."

"Enter password audibly, or manually?" the computer voice intoned.

"Manually, using the keyboard," I said.

"Waiting for password entry..." the voice replied.

I glumly pointed to the console across the room, and Joanna padded over to it. She paused to swivel her head and glance over her shoulder at me as she reached for the keyboard.

"Because... well... you never know. I might want to drop by again some time, when Catherine is away," she smirked, turning back to enter the password.

I heaved myself up and walked to stand behind her at the console, rested my hand on her shoulder, drew it slowly down the back of her prim blouse.

"You know... Joanna... maybe... maybe I'm having second thoughts about Catherine," I murmured. "And about you."

The woman pushed the Enter key, then turned to face me, with a wary, enigmatic, Mona Lisa half smile.

"How ironic," she said, reaching behind her to touch and then peel my hand from the small of her back. "I was having second thoughts about you, too. I wonder if either of us is right?"

END of Episode 2