Everybody fucked their Android. It was to be expected. If you were a guy, and you were eighteen, and you had an android that did whatever you wanted, you would fuck it. It was no question.
You always remember the first time you realised androids were anatomically correct. For me, it happened when I was seventeen and I peeked on our android, Cynthia, while she was washing.
An android didn't have to clean under its uniform that often. It didn't have any human problems like sweat or dead skin cells to make it dirty. It was so rare I usually wouldn't even notice. But one time I'd been heading to the bathroom with my phone to take care of a sudden boner when the door was locked. I knew that was weird cause I'd seen everyone else downstairs. Then, I heard Cynthia's voice through the door. Cynthia had this tacky southern belle accent. My mom had chosen it. She thought it was cute.
"Sorry, darlin',” she drawled. “I'm just performing some routine maintenance. I'll resume normal service in just under twelve minutes."
I was kind of confused at first. What did she mean maintenance? Then I got it.
I quickly ran to my room and got my video stick. I used it for live streaming when my friends and I went out boarding. It was a long telescopic rod, with three buttons at the bottom of the shaft - record, pause and stop. On the end, like a pearl of black glass, was a small 360 camera.
I slid the rod in the crack between the door and the floor and checked the live feed on my phone.
The sight I was met with took my breath away. Cynthia's asshole, pink and perfect was on full display, just above the dark lips of her vagina. Cynthia was washing herself and bent over to scrub her lower calves. She was covered in suds that slowly dripped down the curves of her body. They slid between her ass cheeks, leaving her two pretty holes wet and glistening.
I'd already had a boner but now it was hard enough to cut glass. I carried on watching and saw Cynthia turn on the shower to rinse herself off.
She turned in my direction to let the stream of water rinse her back. Cynthia had an attractive face, but it was kind of generic, like most androids were. She had dirty blonde hair that was long but always tied into a bun. Even now, it was still tied up and covered with a shower cap. I guess androids clean their hair differently from people?
As the water continued to pour over her shoulders, Cynthia unknowingly took me on a guided tour of her naked body. Her tits weren't big, B-cups I reckon, but they were perfect. Each was an exquisite pale teardrop, topped with a pink tender nipple. Her white blemishless body tapered a little at the waist before swelling into hips wider than you’d have thought. She continued turning under the showerhead. I saw that when her ass wasn’t spread wide open it was plump, but tight. With every move she made her butt cheeks bounced just a little. And between her wet thighs, I saw a pinprick of light shining on her dripping pussy.
From that day on, I always knew that I would fuck the shit out of an android. But not yet.
Until you're over eighteen, getting your dick inside an active android is all but impossible. They're programmed to withhold all sexual content, and even suggestive acts, from minors. It's so deep in there, it's the sort of thing that if you try and hack it out you'll most likely just brick your droid. And for good reason. But it's really frustrating when you're just a few months too young.
Even getting a flash of tit was a challenge. I found out pretty soon that if you try to tamper with an Android's uniform, even when it’s charging, it notices. It won’t get mad but it always wakes up and stops what you're doing. The only time you could get away with it was when one was updating.
What a morning I had the day I found out. It happened completely by chance early on a Saturday, while the rest of the house was sleeping late, I came downstairs to get some time with the VR. And when I asked Cynthia to fix me a bowl of cereal, she didn't respond.
I realised she was just sat on her charging stool, unresponsive. Her pupils were gently pulsing with a blue light - the sign that she was downloading and installing an update. I touched her shoulder and she didn't do anything. I tried touching her again, this time squeezing her left tit through her uniform. It was warm. Soft and firm. She didn't move.
The VR was all forgotten. Instead, I lifted up Cynthia's shirt, exposing her perky breasts. Then I pulled down my track pants, flashing my cock in her face.
"Oh, you'll love this," I told her, but I'm pretty sure she couldn't hear me.
I spent a while playing with her tits. I squeezed and pinched her nipples with my left hand while furiously masturbating with my right. Every moment I was scared she'd wake up and catch what I was doing, but the longer she didn't the bolder I got.
Eventually, I squatted down in front of her and took one of her nipples in my mouth. It felt so good. Soft and warm, with this delicious texture. A perfect match for a real human. Once I was sucking on her tits, I almost shot my load early. I let go of my cock and concentrated on working her cute tits with my mouth. I would have stayed down there forever but I was still scared she'd finish updating before I came. I just had one little thing I wanted before I was done. I popped back up. Since Cynthia was sitting on her charging stool, my cock was level with her head. Again, one hand fondled her chest, but this time I used the other to rub my dick on her face. I stroked the throbbing head of my cock against her lips. Her silky skin felt so good.
"Oh yeah," I whispered to her. "I know you want this. You can't have it but you want it."
I know it was dumb. She's an android she doesn't want anything. But damn it was hot. Slapping my dick against her face felt so right. I felt like I was king. She was mine and I would use her however I pleased. The only thing she would ever say is, "Thank you, sir."
I busted pretty soon. She didn't even blink as hot white cum splattered on her face. Thick ropes stuck to her eyelashes and dribbled down her chin.
At that point, it was the best orgasm I'd ever had in my life.
The afterglow was short-lived though. I immediately ran to get paper towels and try to clean up as much of the cum as I could. Then, terrified my parents or my sister might notice stains on her shirt, I had to wait around until she woke up. Eventually, her eyes flashed green twice, indicating the update was over. I told her to go clean herself up at once. I said I spilled cereal on her. She went away to the bathroom and I fantasised about cramming my dick in her mouth for months after.
The day I finally got to fuck an Andoid was a few days after my eighteenth. I'd always told myself that the minute it turned midnight on my birthday, I'd have Cynthia on her knees.
But it wasn't as simple as that. For a start, just because I was eighteen didn't mean my parents hadn't restricted Cynthia's functions. I'm pretty sure my Mom wouldn't want to find out my Dad was fucking the droid whenever she was out of town.
And even if Cynthia's sexual content wasn't locked by parental controls, privacy was a problem.
But as the day got closer, a new solution appeared.
My Uncle Max was going on vacation just a few days after my birthday. He was sticking around long enough to come to my party, then taking off to Mexico for two weeks.
Turns out, he and my Dad had been planning a present for me.
At my party, when they made me unwrap my presents at the kitchen table, instead of giving me a big colourful box, Max slid a set of keys over the table.
"Uh… this is awesome," I said, "but I already have a car."
Max looked at me like I was a moron.
"They're not car keys numbnuts," he said. "I love you, man, but not that much. They're house keys. Since you're a certified adult now, your Dad and I thought you could stay in my place while I'm away."
I looked at my Mom and Dad.
"So I get to just live on my own, and you okayed this?"
Mom nodded quietly while Dad immediately churned out a list of rules.
"No drinking, no vaping or smoking, of any kind. If you forget to take out the trash..."
Max smiled and let my Dad go on like that. After we'd eaten, he took me aside and lay down his rules.
"I don't care what you do," he said. "As long as, when I get home, it looks just like it did before I left, then you can do anything. My only other rule is don't get caught." He dipped a hand into his pocket, pulled out a small key fob, and handed it to me. "This will get you into the liquor. Remember, everything has to be the same as when I leave. So, make sure you tell Macy to restock everything in the house a few days before I'm back."
I was pretty overwhelmed. I just kept nodding and saying thanks.
The drinking was cool, and I basically had permission to throw a rager in his house, as long as Mom and Dad didn’t know.
But what blew my mind the most, was Macy. I snuck a glance over at Cynthia. I’d been racking my brains on how I was going to get that android face down with her bare ass in the air, and now it was solved. I didn’t need Cynthia. I was going to have Macy. To myself. For two weeks.
Fuck, Cynthia. Sorry honey. You don’t know what you’re gonna miss.
Cut to... the first day of my two-week vacation at Max’s place. I’m stood on the porch, with Max and my Mom. My Dad’s in the car, waiting to drive Max to the airport.
“Order yourself a pizza. Just use the hub in the kitchen and charge it to my home account. And the fridge and freezer are both full so once you’re sick of pizza you can make real food, okay?”
Max said all this, not to me really, but to my Mom. She was panicking about leaving me behind. Like I was a kid going to summer camp.
“You will be fine, won’t you?” she asked, looking so concerned.
“I will be so happy not to have people bugging me,” I said. “Now please go!”
She gave me a hug, Max gave a nod, and they both, finally, got in the car with Dad.
Once they’d driven off, I did what I would naturally do first. I locked the door. Closed all the curtains, and cracked open a beer.
I told the house computer to set the lights low, and I leaned back on the sofa, enjoying the ice-cold brew.
I looked around the living room. At the huge curved screen TV mounted to the wall, the liquor cabinet full of bottles, and the huge sound system that peppered speakers all around the house. I was pretty fucking happy to know I was going to throw a great party.