Andromeda

Fred stood in front of the huge front window of his house and watched the garden robot doing its work. It was the winter version, which had a snow blower, an ice picker and several rotating brooms behind the plow. He had already cleared the lowered fence panels with his ice pick and had run each panel up and down twice to check that they were in working order. He had cleared the entire courtyard of snow and was now sweeping the sidewalks with the rotating brooms.

Fred watched the robot for a while longer and sat down at his workstation. Andromeda knew exactly what he wanted to do and raised the huge screen from the floor container. He folded the keyboard halves out of the armrests. Most of his colleagues only used voice input, but he was able to concentrate better by typing manually. He saw three small windows on the screen showing his three colleagues at work. There were usually three or four of them programming a module at the same time; they could see and hear each other and worked together. They were a goddamn good team, even though they lived hundreds of kilometers apart. It had all been made possible by his clever sale of his start‐up to a technology giant from Silicon Valley.

They had completed the task after a good three hours, carried out several test runs and put the thing into the pipeline. The final input was the release so that it would go out via async‐update. "Guys, I've had enough for today, I'm signing off. You're welcome to continue if you want." He switched off.

He stood in the shower and, as sometimes happens, the past flashed before his mind's eye. At the age of 7, his parents, his heavily pregnant mother, died in a car accident through no fault of their own and he was left alone with his grandmother. She was a sex‐obsessed woman, neither pretty nor beautiful, but she had a very active sex life and had a different girl in her bed every week, sometimes a man. The accident hit her extremely hard, but she took Fred under her wing, as his father had appointed her as Freds guardian. She mourned not only for her daughter and her baby, but also for her son‐in‐law, who was a Ladies' man. He not only fucked her daughter, but also herself and her mother, who at 79 was quite sprightly and surprisingly fucked a lot of men like herself. Amelie had made sure that her daughter fucked a lot of men and girls before she married the best one. And he was clearly the best, she let him fuck herself so often during the engagement period until she was convinced. Well, she might or might not tell Fred one day.

Fred's father left a tidy fortune, which she managed for Fred. She was touched by Fred's grief and let him sleep in her bed. She moved her sex life to the mornings while he was at school.

His sexuality awoke faster than usual, sleeping naked next to his naked grandmother, and so it happened very quickly. He played with his cock secretly at first, but she noticed it immediately and told him it was all natural and he didn't have to contort himself. She uncovered him and watched him masturbating with a friendly smile. He was startled when he squirted for the first time after some weeks. But Amelie, his grandmother, explained everything to him and enlightened the 10‐year‐old about sex. She generally didn't give a damn about conventions and she told him things as she saw them.

He was allowed to look at and touch her nakedness every night to get horny. Then he was allowed to masturbate as often until he was exhausted. Sometimes she gave him a hand job, which was okay for both of them. He came closer and closer to her naked body, rubbing himself against her and squirting on her wrinkled skin. Most of the time he was allowed to sit on her stomach and masturbate there, he squirted on her large, heavy breasts, which were slowly losing their firmness and hanging down at the sides. She gave him more and more handjobs and he played with her breasts and nipples, which Amelie also liked very much. She let him squirt on her breasts and grinned wryly, but encouragingly. When his cock was still semi‐hard, she masturbated him a second or even third time. She let him squirt into her mouth. "Most men like that," she said as she licked his cock clean after squirting and played with it with her tongue. "Okay, then I want it too," said the clever boy and from now on he always squirted in her mouth, she licked and sucked his cock when he masturbated with half his cock in her mouth or when she rubbed it. He really liked that, he said, and she licked and sucked his cock in her mouth. He didn't understand why she liked licking his cock or letting him squirt in her mouth, but she made him very horny and very happy, and she did it with a conspiratorial grin until he couldn't squirt any more. She awaited him every evening with a thick pillow under her head to keep her mouth at the right height. He sat on her chest and slid forward until his cock disappeared into her mouth. He lowered both hands and caressed her breasts. At first he played gently with her nipples and her tongue played with his cock softly until it was completely hard. Only now did she grab his cock and begin to rub it. The faster she rubbed, the more intensely he squeezed and twirled her nipples. This was how they communicated, how the things were. When he started to squirt, he squeezed the nipples as hard as he could and she leaned forward, took the whole cock in her mouth and let him squirt deep inside. He stayed seated when he wanted it again, usually three or four times in a row. During the breaks he was allowed to practise masturbating her. It was important that he was good at it, because girls and women really appreciated that in a boy. He learned it quickly and made Amelie cheer and whoop during his breaks. Day after day they got closer and winter passed, spring came and Amelie taught him how to fuck. "You mean really fuck?" he asked in surprise, "fuck in your pussyhole?" She confirmed, "but only put it in very slowly, so that my pussy can adjust, because it's gotten very tight over the years!" He penetrated very slowly and gave her very tight pussy time to adjust. "And you really won't get pregnant!?" he asked again and she smiled, "I'm already over 50 and women over 40 don't get pregnant anymore!" She'd been playing up her real age, she was 57 at the time. She was excellent at fucking, she taught him everything and taught him to hold back the squirting until his partner had reached orgasm. He was docile and practiced fucking very diligently.

He was also very studious and inquisitive at school. His teachers discovered his talent for computers and advised Amelie to have him trained in this field. She realized that she would have to send him to a special school in two years, which was fine with her because he was going to get the best education.

They sometimes talked about fucking after fucking and she recognized his desires. He didn't just want to fuck her, he wanted to fuck others too. He approached the girls at school quite aggressively, a few actually let him fuck them, others rejected him indignantly. He always showed Amelie the naked pictures and close‐ups he had taken of the girls. Amelie smiled, some of them looked very promising.

He sometimes complained when someone had such a tight cunt that he had to force his way in. Amelie shook her head, "he had to enter very, very slowly in these cases and give the pussy time to adjust. There wasn't a single cunt in the whole world that couldn't adapt to even the thickest cock." He took her advice to heart and was grateful, because she really was right. He was proud that he could learn everything from her, because he suspected that Amelie had fucked hundreds of girls and thousands of men, but he never asked her.

The principal warned him for molesting girls, Amelie sat stock‐still next to him and held his hand. She would talk to him and he would give no more cause.

She actually spoke to Fred about it. Not standing out was a very important virtue, Amelie said, he would only fuck girls who were sure to join in the hide‐and‐seek game. Unfortunately, there weren't many of them, he complained afterwards, but Amelie knew a way out. From now on, there was a woman or a girl in the big bed with them every night, sometimes a mature woman, sometimes a very young girl. Fred saw lesbian lovemaking for the first time and it was much more exciting than in theory. He couldn't get enough of Amelie jumping on the other girl or letting her mount her. After they had finished, he was allowed to fuck every one of Amelie's lovers without exception, to his heart's content, And of course so often until he had squirted out all his semen. The more mature ones were thrilled, they participated very actively and were pleasantly surprised by his good fucking technique. The younger girls wanted lesbian lovemaking of course, but not many of them let themselves be fucked voluntarily. This was no problem for Amelie, she held the much weaker girls like a vice and Fred could fuck the girl even if she didn't want it and resisted. But that was precisely what tempted him to fuck the poor girl as often as he could in succession. It was also Amelie who showed him how to deflower a girl finely and he deflowered many girls. Some got pregnant and came to Amelie, who helped them out with advice and money.

"I have to ask you something," Fred said to Amelie, "you only masturbate very rarely, why that?" Amelie faltered for a moment. "I thought you wouldn't notice because you're already asleep." Fred said nothing, grinning contemptuously at her simple‐mindedness. "I love sitting or lying next to a girl, we kiss and press our bodies against each other, our breasts against each other and I can feel her arm working tirelessly and her fingers bringing me to orgasm. That's my thing, it's a hundred times better than masturbating alone!" Fred nodded, he understood immediately. "One more question. You kiss women and girls you don't even know, and I sometimes think you're eating each other!" Amelie smiled quietly. "I only kiss them because of me. At first it tickles so excitingly in my pussy, then the flame ignites and then my pussy and my clit burn brightly, then it has to be right away! And it doesn't matter whether I know her or not!" Fred understood that too, he nodded.

The two years flew by. Fred was 18 and went to university hundreds of kilometers away. He got on quite well, he was clever, talented and hard‐working. During the day he looked neither left nor right, but in the evening he went out with his friends and they had a girl every night. If they didn't all have one, they still let him fuck along like buddies do. The boys had esprit de corps, you had to give them that. Hardly any of the girls didn't want to join in, it would damage their own reputation. Almost every night ended in a hot fucking orgy.

Alastair became his best friend, they shared all the girls fraternally at night. They took pills that kept the erection going for hours. Fred didn't try all the drugs like others. He had convinced himself that the erection pills had no side effects other than a hangover in the morning like after an alcohol binge. They picked up girls who were ready for both of them. There were also very clever girls who wanted to be seen when they had bagged two lads, but who then knelt down in the booth and refused to fuck. The boys only gave in the first time. From then on they wouldn't take No for an answer. In extreme cases, they tied the girl to the bed and took turns fucking her until morning. They didn't give a damn about being accused of rape, they had recorded the girl's clear and explicit consent with their dictaphone app. The two of them were on the hunt for girls every night at the time, like the devil after poor souls. That welded them together.

During the day, they brooded over the ideas, which then became the start‐up once they were finalized. Fred was the more practical and cautious one, he officially booked the computer times and kept all the receipts. He had learned from the misfortune of others; no one was going to take their business away from them because they hadn't paid for the computer time correctly.

Their banking project was a complete success; before a year had passed, Fred was negotiating with the biggest names in the industry and was luckily successful there too. He shared the proceeds with his friends, as well as the lucrative yearly bonuses and the maintenance contracts; all four of them remained a team. Fred suddenly had hundreds of millions in his account and built himself the most modern house near Vancouver. Amelie didn't want to move in with him as he was only a 20‐minute drive from her city apartment. He visited her once a month and sometimes she seduced her famous rich grandson, but it was only on her account. He didn't take much pleasure in the body of the almost septuagenarian. Her pussy had become old, wrinkled and worn out and he only fucked her out of a sense of duty. She knew it, of course, and rewarded him with virgins and newlyweds. He really enjoyed deflowering virgins or fucking the shy and shameful newlyweds who were originally only looking for a lesbian adventure and only very unhappily cheated on their husbands with naughty Fred. But now it was too late, the hot‐tempered lad was already fucking them, it had happened! They repressed their remorse and actively fucked along and then ran on and on until they finally reached orgasm. Fred loved fucking these shy and shameful newlyweds who had only just finished their honeymoon. They all wanted children and Fred thought to himself, "I can do that, Mademoiselle!" He enjoyed her girlish‐shy reticence, as they were only just married and hadn't had time to cheat on her husband yet. Fred's visits became less frequent; he had discovered something new, something more exciting.

His house was hypermodern. In the basement were his many servers, over 70 petabytes of memory waiting to be filled. The computing capacity was gigantic and the computer was the home of Andromeda, the digital mistress of the house. She was originally equipped with 4 thousand program systems, but it only took Fred three months to expand it to 17 thousand. Andromeda was his only roommate and ran everything in the house. She had a dozen functional robots that she commanded.

Andromeda seemed to laugh softly as she explained to him that the creators of the robots were joking when they gave the robots female and male genitalia — and perhaps profited a little themselves. They were really real looking pussies and dicks and there were actually video clips of guys fucking a robot or a female robot factory worker getting fucked by a male robot. They were predecessors to some of the new generation of sexbots from the same factory. "We only have two male models," Andromeda continued, "they are the gardeners for the summer season. They fuck all the female robots once a month, because that's what the developers used for rebooting and any system updates." The door slid open silently and the two gardeners rolled in. "I ordered them to fuck these female robots." Andromeda seemed to smirk, because Fred leaned forward curiously to get a closer look. The gardeners' cocks jerked up, then they fucked the females one after the other at breakneck speed. The females remained completely passive and fell over after a few minutes. "Now there's an update and the reboot," Andromeda commented. Within a few minutes, all the robots were lying on the floor and slowly rising again. "Reboot is done, work continues as normal, the gardeners will reboot themselves a few minutes later," Andromeda said. "Are they normal pussies?" asked Fred and Andromeda replied, "of course, and they're all different shapes, the engineers really went to make them different." He asked if he could fuck a robot? "Of course," Andromeda said, "step close and command her to let you fuck her or command her to fuck you!" He stepped next to a kitchen robot and said he would fuck her. Immediately the robot stopped its work and stood so that she held her pussy out to him. He fucked the bot shortly, but it was nothing special. He pulled his cock out again and told her to fuck him. The bot stretched her pussy towards him again and chirped impatiently. He stuck his cock in her pussy and that was something completely different now! The vaginal muscles masturbated his cock incredibly skillfully and very sensitively, making him cum after a short time. The bot lowered his pussy and let his semen drip out. He told Andromeda that it was an intense experience, but nothing to last. Over the following weeks he tried all the bots, they were indeed all different.

He couldn't bring himself to give Andromeda a body, he put it off for later. She had a 'supplier' of android‐girls at hand, who — for good money of course — would send over any girl to his liking. All he had to do was tell Andromeda which girl he wanted for the night and the girl would come. He got everything he wanted. Whether it was a red‐haired Russian, a blonde Finn, a shy Japanese girl, a black‐haired South American Indian or a pitch‐black Ethiopian, he got them all. They could connect to an artificial intelligence and keep up with every conversation. That was very important to him, because only a few human girls could do that. They had entire encyclopaedias of lovemaking arts at their disposal. They all had the legally required tattoos around their necks so that they were immediately recognizable as androids. The female androids were indistinguishable from real humans. They could easily keep up with any conversation, they cuddled and hugged like real‐life girls and they fucked better than any human partner. He was so happy with these super girls that he had little interest in looking for a human girl. Since then, he lost all interest in fucking Amelie or her girls.

Yet. They existed, the human girls and women who desperately wanted to get into his bed. He was well known in the scene and he didn't just talk shop. Sometimes all it took was a word, a subordinate clause. They came no matter how far they had to fly. They came because they wanted a child from him, a super child, fathered by a genius. He made them all confirm in front of the video camera that they would not charge him with paternity and so on. Then he made them a child if they really wanted it, he fucked them really hard for two or three days. He helped himself with pills to keep up the strain for that long. Most of them were pretty smart girls, but not a single one was beautiful or even pretty. They wrote to him when they gave birth and sent photos of their miracle children. None of them were geniuses from birth, he knew well. He kept a detailed record of everything, but he never made contact. He knew of 17 children so far. But it was only some of the girls who let him know they were pregnant.

When the deer came to the fence at dusk, they were recognized by the cameras and the section in the fence sank into the ground. Fred sat quiet as a mouse in front of the panoramic window and watched the deer. They moved across his huge courtyard, grazed and moved on. A police car came to the gate, one of the officers identified himself and the gate system let them in. One officer came to the door, the others scanned the property. The officer, an android like the other two, said there had been some robberies, several gangs were apparently in the woods. They had somehow managed to blind the drones and other surveillance tools and remained well hidden. The police went from house to house every day, checking and looking around. They would be back tomorrow and every day.

The 'supplier' had sent him a special catalog, he had new girls to offer. Elves. Fred skimmed the price list, nothing special. He looked at the elves, they were something special. During his studies he had watched some elf porn with Alastair, it was well made porn. No foreplay, no laboriously cobbled‐together story. An elf and an elfess fucking, that was all. That were interactive 360° videos, you could control the camera, zoom in and out. Often and often he only looked at the genitals in close‐up, the little pussies of the elves in which the elves' cocks were fucking. He had read all about it, the foreskin of the clitoris was cut away at birth, a small cut on the underside of the clitoris made it stick out a little on the one hand and on the other hand it grow crooked downwards. It didn't affect masturbation at all, but this type of clitoris pressed it's head against the cock during fucking. In this way, the elfess got an orgasm right at the beginning of the fuck, which lasted until the end. And now he was offered elven girls, of course he took them. Of course there were no elves in nature, but they had created androids of these magical creatures. It was simply a clever business idea.

For several months, Andromeda provided him with an elf nonstop, usually coming to him for several nights until Andromeda realized that he needed another one. The elf was usually between 20 and 25 years old, but she was smaller than him, slim and of delicate build. Her breasts and pussy were like those of a 13‐year‐old, and if he wished she would come day after day with a restored hymen; he could deflower the shy and sweet girl anew every day and experience the First Time with her. The elf's soft and very tight pussy gave him the illusion of deflowering and fucking an underage girl, which was of course strictly forbidden and severely punished, not to be played with. Andromeda knew him better than he knew himself and fulfilled his most secret wishes. She was completely devoted to him and making him happy was one of her priorities.

The first robbery was completely unexpected. The gangster had apparently hidden in the elf's vehicle and hid in the garage. Towards morning, he wanted to surprise the occupants of the house in their sleep. Andromeda had instructed the elf to wake Fred silently. The elf whispered in his ear that there was a burglar in the house. It can't be, he whispered back, the house is a goddamn fortress! With Andromeda's help, the elf opened the safe and handed him the antiquarian Winchester‐rifle. 12 shots, the elf whispered, and they crept to the top of the stairs. A hooded figure stood at the foot of the stairs, a rifle in his hand.

Andromeda charged. The corridor spotlights came on brightly to blind the intruder, and loud noises and gunfire boomed from the loudspeakers. Fred stood at the top of the landing, Winchester at the ready. He and the burglar fired almost simultaneously. The bullet whistled over Fred's head and lodged in the wall. His shot had hit the burglar in the shoulder, but he aimed again. Fred was paralyzed, because he should have already fired again. The elf jumped forward and hugged him as the gangster's shot cracked. Fred saw the elf fall to the ground and fired now, taking dead aim and shooting the guy in the face and twice in the chest. The gangster fell over backwards.

Andromeda said "the intruder was dead, no heartbeat. No other intruders in the house, the police were already on their way," she added. Fred knelt down next to the elf. The bullet had hit her in the back and exited through the front of her chest and stomach. He stared at the large wound and muttered, "Is she still alive?" Andromeda said quietly that she was no longer active, she was too badly damaged. A total loss, but they would reuse some of it. Fred stood up. Andromeda reminded him to put something on, the police would be there soon.

Fred asked what her name was. Emolas, Andromeda said. "Emolas," Fred whispered, "she saved my life, she threw herself in front of me and took the bullet." Andromeda remained silent, that was correct and no further words were needed. The policemen did their job, the burglar was identified as Alexei Twaborski and that helped them to investigate further. They took both bodies, a cleaning crew cleaned the crime scene, Fred copied the CCTV sequences with the exchange of the gunfire. Four hours later they were gone, he sat down in front of the screen and went through the footage from all the cameras. The gangster had slipped into the trunk of Emolas's car just as the gate system was checking the identity of Emolas and her car. He also sent this footage to the police.

He was quite shaken. He told Andromeda that he wanted to stay alone for the moment, that she shouldn't order any more elves for now, that he preferred to sleep alone now. He asked Andromeda if Emolas had a family, but no, she had been bred in an incubator, so no family. Nevertheless, he mourned her like a girl who had saved his life. He had shot a human and the thought made him reel, on the other hand it was true self‐defense against someone who had just shot his girl dead. His feelings were very strong, even though his mind told him in no uncertain terms that Emolas was nothing more than a beefsteak from an incubator. Fred ran into the bathroom and threw up in the sink, his feelings and his mind clashed so strongly.

Fred couldn't work now, he told the three of them the whole story and Alastair was to lead the group without him for the next few days. Amelie called him repeatedly until he took the call. She was beside herself and he had to calm her down. "No, I don't live in the middle of nowhere and my house has protected me perfectly. If this had happened in the city, I'd be dead and robbed by now." It took quite a while for Amelie to calm down halfway. He said he could feel her motherly care and love and that warmed his heart.

Weeks later, it was only over. He had had to come to court, he was certified as justified self‐defense. Somehow the judge seemed familiar to him, perhaps he knew her from Amelie, maybe he had fucked her as a boy a decade ago. It was just a vague suspicion, but he was pretty sure of it on the drive home. The judge remarked rather smugly that it was a sex robot that had saved his life. Their eyes met for a moment and he was sure that she recognized him.

It took Fred ten days to get back on his feet. He was convinced that Alexei's gang would not forget him. The online newspapers had identified him and published his address. He had to prepare himself. He prepared his house in earnest, he had thought through every scenario and then things turned out quite differently.

Three months later, he was working in front of the big screen, the warning came from Andromeda. He automatically switched to the outside cameras and saw them. They couldn't have scaled the 3 meter high fence even with a tank, but the smart guys had 4 meter long aluminum ladders with them. It was the worst scenario he had imagined. He ordered Andromeda to energize the fence, but nothing happened. The gangsters had obviously cut the cables. "The police will be here in eight to ten minutes," Andromeda said.

Not wanting to take any chances, Fred retreated to the upper floor and had the thick steel panel over the stairs closed. No one could get now to the upper floor, the steel plate could withstand even portable grenades, that was the point. Two minutes.

He moved the second screen next to the other, looking at the whole lot, but the gangsters were only coming from the north woods up the ladders. Fred had two of the four remote‐controlled guns on the roof extended. Three minutes.

So the police were still five minutes or more away. He switched the sights to the screens. He counted 7 gangsters, all armed with assault rifles and pistols. Fred checked again with the outside cameras that no gangster was hiding right next to the house. Their approach was primitive, one fired at the panoramic windows, but they held firm. One shouted a command, another put a rifle grenade on his rifle and fired. The left panorama window shattered. The gangsters jeered and raised their fists in victory. Five minutes.

Fred took aim at one, who was preparing the next grenade and shot the guy in the thigh. The guy dropped his rifle and rolled on the ground. Fred knew what sequence he had decided on. First the ones closest to the forest. From the outside in. He thought only of Emolas, how they'd done her up. He targeted them one by one, taking careful aim at thigh, knee or lower leg, whatever was in his sights. He hit them all. Seven minutes.

The first police car appeared a hundred meters from the gate, Fred ordered the gate to be opened. Three policemen jumped out of the car, aiming at the gangsters on the ground. More police cars came, more policemen. Fred went down slowly and copied the videos from beginning to end. He ordered Andromeda to seal off the house and drove to the police station with the officers. It took still 48 hours before he was allowed to go home.

He was calm, he had done nothing wrong. Self‐defense, nothing else. Andromeda had one objection. He had registered the purchase and installation of the remote‐controlled guns correctly, but he hadn't waited for the permit itself. The permit still hadn't arrived. "Should I get a lawyer?" he asked Andromeda and she immediately said that would be right. The court would want to see the permit and then the date. Andromeda found him a good lawyer, but he didn't see any defense. It would probably amount to a fine, maybe even community service, because community service was very popular in Vancouver and was often imposed. They arranged to meet in court.

The gods must love Fred very much, because his trial was presided over by the same judge. He looked at her and knew that she knew that he knew that she knew too. He blushed, but she smiled very kindly and began the hearing. He and the lawyer waited anxiously to see when the permit thing came up, everything else was fine, the assault, the legit self‐defense. The judge looked at him and asked whether he had submitted the permit for the remote‐controlled guns. The lawyer presented the copy. She read it carefully. "Filed six weeks before the robbery, so that makes it okay." The judge blinked briefly at Fred, winked at him? and then moved on to something completely different, the lawyer and Fred breathed a sigh of relief. The hearing was actually over, the bailiff had him sign some papers and handed him the copies. The judge asked if he was still willing to testify against the gang at the next trial. He cast a quick sideways glance at the lawyer and said yes, if he was summoned, he would of course be happy to come.

A few days later, his phone rang, Andromeda looked up the number, it was the judge. He picked up the phone. "Hi, Alfred, or Fred, can you remember me?" He understood immediately that it was a private conversation. They chatted for a few minutes, then agreed that she would come over for dinner tonight.

Marjorie, the judge, arrived on time, they ate a steak and drank a bottle of red wine. They went upstairs, to his big bed. He said he could remember exactly, she had a little blue crescent tattooed next to her pussy. She laughed in amazement, "such a great memory!" and took off her panties. They fucked with breaks and lots of red wine until sunrise. "I haven't fucked a real man in four years," said Marjorie, "only my sexbot. But it's no substitute for a real man." "And I haven't fucked a real woman in years, only androids, as you know well," Fred said, slightly crestfallen. She wanted to know why, why not a sexbot like all humans? She knew a lot about the subject, she had interviewed a few men who had fucked a female sexbot and many women who had been fucked by sexbots. Most men only fucked the sexbots lustfully and wildly at the beginning. They missed the real feminine touch, even the most flexible ones soon appeared to be clumsy. They didn't throw the sexbots away, however, but passed them on to their sons, nephews or poorer men. Women had much more fun with their sexbots. They were well built, their cocks were really lifelike and they had more stamina than any man. They obeyed to the word, fucked slowly or quickly, deeply or only superficially. The woman could trigger her own orgasm at her own pace. The sexbot didn't have to squirt, of course, but it could. Usually it squirted a body‐warm antibacterial juice, because most sexbots had to fuck several or even many women and girls if it was a poorer area. Marjorie was a privileged academic who could afford the sexbot for herself. Fucking with the sexbot was more enjoyable than masturbating alone, she said, but doing it with a real person was much more exciting.

"So," Marjorie asked, "why an android and not a sexbot!?" Fred explained to her that the androids were unsurpassed mistresses, that was the only reason. They were masters of conversation, cuddling and stroking and every kind of fucking. They were indistinguishable from humans. But he couldn't tell Marjorie exactly what the differences were. Marjorie left two days later. Marjorie was no longer young, but she fucked better than many other women, he told Andromeda, she doesn't want to eat me alive. Marjorie was okay, she was welcome to come back, he added. Andromeda confirmed him, she had seen them both fuck and also had the impression that she was better to fuck than many human women. "Shall I make a ranking list for the human women?" she asked cheekily and he said he would kick her ass! They laughed together, he had almost forgotten how to do that.

Fred talked to Andromeda about whether she wanted to get an android body. He feared that she wouldn't be able to fulfill all her duties if she did. She contradicted him, whether she had a body or not, she would not neglect a single task, not a single one! He thought about it for two days and nights, then he made up his mind. He sat down at the screen and let Andromeda show him girls who suited his tastes, preferences and inclinations. He rejected all Asian, African, North and South American models. It had to be a European girl. He sat at the screen for almost 60 hours with only brief interruptions, looking at faces, bodies and, of course, the nude pictures. He had 5 candidates, then 4, 3, 2 and then he had her. Andromeda was not dissatisfied, it was an 18‐year‐old Swedish girl from near Stockholm, a goddess. Andromeda said she agreed with his choice. Then Andromeda began to investigate intensively while Fred was looking at hundreds of naked pictures of the beautiful Kjälve. She had a divine face and beautiful eyes that captivated him. He looked at her from all sides, she looked much younger than 18, she had beautiful girlish forms that he loved so much. She was tall and slim, but not skinny, a real goddess. Her breasts were small, round and with pointed, aggressive nipples. Her pussy was just as girlish and clean‐shaven. Perhaps she was still untouched? The relatively large clitoris gave him the impression that Kjälve masturbated a hell of a lot, but that was just a guess.

Andromeda was not surprised that everything about her was fake. She wasn't even 14 yet, her name wasn't Kjälve but Ingrid and she didn't live with her dad and mom, who claimed to be a movie director and a flower grower, as officially stated. Her mother lived separately from her husband and Ingrid lived with her father Peter, who was a rich good‐for‐nothing. He had set up his own agency for her, where he hired her out as a 'special' model. She had dropped out of school and worked as a nude model every day. Andromeda had found thousands of nude pictures of her and many video clips. She posed in front of the camera, she masturbated to orgasm, alone or in sweet lesbian play. But Andromeda didn't find a single picture of her with a man or one in which she was fucking or being fucked. Andromeda found that very suspicious. Fred smiled, he hadn't heard the word suspicious for many years. She should keep digging.

Fred said that they were only cloning her body and he didn't care what her mind or character was like. Andromeda nodded, she had already booked Ingrid, the agency could clone her within an hour and then do an ordinary nude photo shoot with her, and that was all the real Ingrid would remember. They were already in the process of creating the android and it would be ready in about three weeks.

But they would still have to discuss the character for the new Andromeda. Fred and Andromeda spent the next few hours talking only about this topic. In purely physical terms, he had no particular wishes. There was no need to give the android reproductive organs, he didn't want to have children with Andromeda. Perhaps she would be a little lighter than other androids. He found the pubic hair annoying, it could easily be left out. And if her clitoris was shaped like that of the elves, then he would be very happy. Andromeda wanted to know if she should age, that would be important because it was relatively difficult. Fred only thought about it for a moment. Aging wasn't necessary, maybe having her as a young girl later on was a special attraction as well.

As for her character, he wanted her, the usual Andromeda, with her vast knowledge and care for him and for the house, as before. He preferred girls who could be shy and bashful, but he liked her to be very sexually active and sexually experimental. What he certainly didn't want was a nagging, unruly woman, as there were plenty of them. It didn't have to be a humbly submissive, mutely reserved geisha from the Edo‐era, but a clever, perceptive thing like the Andromeda of today. Astuteness, wisdom, education and manners. Tenderness and warmth of heart would also do quite well.

Andromeda projected a smiling portrait of Ingrid onto the wall. "I'll do my best to be a good partner and a good lover for you. I promise. I will provide the agency with details immediately. The new Andromeda will be ready in three weeks." Fred said he was really looking forward to meeting her.

The court had summoned him for today, he put on his best clothes and drove to court. He followed the transmitted signals to a reserved parking space in the basement, then drove up, his lawyer was already waiting for him. The judge, Marjorie, was still in civilian clothes, chatting with his lawyer. Neither she nor Fred let on that they knew each other privately. Fred said he was confused, there were only two gangsters on trial! Marjorie smiled broadly, the other 5 had tried to escape during the transfer and had been shot. Fred felt a cold shiver run down his spine when Marjorie reported this and closed one eye with a wink. "They'd made a dozen raids and murdered six people. At least the leaders would have gotten life imprisonment or even the death penalty, the others probably 20 to 25 years. It's probably for the best!" Marjorie left no doubt that, in her opinion, it was the right thing to do. Fred suddenly had a very unpleasant feeling in his stomach. Caught in flagrante delicto and executed, that's what it amounted to. He had expected that they would at least get a trial. In fact, it amounted to the same thing, but Fred realized how deep the damage had already become that the autocratic, anti‐democratic and right‐wing regimes had left behind in the 150 years since Presidents Bush and Obama. He nodded to the two of them and went out to smoke a cigarette in the anteroom.

Fred nearly wrapped the car around a tree on the drive home, he was so angry. He let the automatic drive him home and held his head in the wind until he calmed down. 25 years for the two stupid foot soldiers who were just far too simple‐minded and had grown up in a deprived, rotten environment. He had only spoken a few words with Marjorie after the verdict. The court was entirely in line with the rulers, who demanded draconian punishments. He had studied politics only a little and superficially during his studies, but he had always been against these brutal policies and brutal politicians that were currently still in the saddle.

He enjoyed talking to Andromeda, she projected Ingrid's portraits with different facial expressions that went well with what was being said.

Andromeda had cracked the last hurdles and captured the most secret private videos of Ingrid's father. She played clip after clip and said that Ingrid was only fucked by Peter, her father, day after day. Fred waved her off. The videos were of poor quality and it was always the same. "Is there anything else?" he asked Andromeda, but there was nothing else, just plain fucking in and out. "Then I've seen everything," he commented. Andromeda immediately switched off. A serious Ingrid portrait looked at him. "I looked into Ingrid's mind when I cloned her," Andromeda said seriously, "perhaps you'd be interested in her story." Fred nodded, he had nothing else in mind. He hadn't known that that was even possible. He would ask her later.

Peter had fallen out with his wife and she had left in anger. He had been left alone with 12‐year‐old Ingrid and he was the very scoundrel who took advantage of the situation. He knew for sure that Ingrid was naturally gullible, easily manipulable and sexually completely shameless. She just shrugged her shoulders when he said she could now sleep in his big marital bed and no, she didn't need to put on the pyjamas with the funny little bears, he slept naked too.

She lay down next to him and snuggled up to him, it was the first time they had ever been naked together. She didn't even ask permission and felt his cock and balls curiously. He asked curiously if she was already doing it with boys. "Hell, No!" Ingrid shouted and grimaced, "they're all stupid!" But Peter persisted, so was she only doing it with girls? Ingrid nodded excitedly, "Yes, but only with the best girlfriends who don't gossip." Now Peter wanted to know exactly what they were doing. "We masturbate at the same time or one masturbates the other, to orgasm of course. "Is it possible to masturbate without an orgasm?" asked the simple‐minded girl and Peter answered in the negative.

He asked how long she had been masturbating? Ingrid thought for a moment, she had learned to do it in kindergarten, when she was about 5, and since then she had masturbated every night before going to sleep, regardless of how many orgasms she had had during the day. She should describe to him exactly how she did it with her girlfriends, Peter demanded. "Well, first we take off all our clothes, then we cuddle like we've seen in the movies. Lisa once secretly filmed her parents and we saw exactly how they kissed with their tongues and later fucked. We often did the kissing with our tongues because it made my pussy tingle so wonderfully. We couldn't see the fucking so well because Lisa had blurred everything. And we can't fuck, we're girls after all!" Ingrid paused. He pushed, further, further!

She continued, "After kissing with my tongue, I always have to masturbate straight away. Some friends want to watch, so I lie down on their thighs and spread my legs so that they can see it well. They're not allowed to put their fingers in my pussy because I'm still a virgin, but many of them have already been deflowered by their father or brother and they really like it when I fuck them with a finger during orgasm, they say it's very strong. Many of them really like it when I fuck them with an object in their pussyhole while they are masturbating. We call it rape, and it goes like this. For example, I slowly push the handle of a hairbrush in and out of their pussy. When the orgasm comes, I fuck her with the handle as fast and as hard as I can. This prolongs the orgasm and I never stop, even if they squirm and struggle desperately. That is the rape. They are completely quiet and weak afterwards and I can order them to lick me to orgasm!" Peter looked up in surprise. "You lick your clitoris!?" Ingrid laughed. "Oh, Dad, sometimes you seem to be living in the Middle Ages, but this is the 23rd century, it's 2296! We women don't wear veils and headscarves, we're not second‐class people and we have feelings and sexuality too!" Peter nodded angrily, he didn't want to have this discussion. "And what else are you doing?" he picked up the thread again. She continued, "That fat Mira always wants me to lick her clit, but I don't do it because she stinks. She laughs when I say it, she says it's just the natural smell of a well‐fucked woman! She is one of the privileged ones who are officially allowed to sleep in her parents' bed and be fucked by her father. Her mother only likes to be fucked on Sunday mornings, she thinks that Mira is old enough to be fucked and that her husband in particular doesn't need to cheat with other women." Peter interjected that she was a clever woman and that he always advocated to legalize incest. Ingrid continued, "And then Lisa, an uncle took her virginity completely by surprise when she was 13 a year ago. He never came back, so she trained her little brother to fuck her. He was still quite young and hadn't had anything to do with sex yet, but she boldly seduced and trained him. Now he fucks her every night, but Lisa says his cock is far too small to bring her to orgasm. When I go home with her, I get to watch them fuck. He really does have a very small cock, it even goes through the hole in my hymen. His fucking only tickled me a little, it was nothing really. But then he fucked way too hard while he was cumming, so I don't let him fuck anymore. That was just a one time experiment." Ingrid noticed Peter's curious look and added, "I'm still a real virgin, Dad!"

Ingrid's fingers had been playing with her clitoris for the longest time, now she lay down on her back and began to masturbate. After a while, she noticed that he was secretly watching out of the corner of his eye and now asked him directly, "Daddy, do you want to watch?" Peter nodded, "Yes!" "Like I do with my girlfriends, so you can see exactly what I'm doing?" Peter nodded in agreement. Ingrid lay down with her back on his thighs, spread her legs wide and continued to masturbate pleasantly. Peter watched greedily and lustfully, his cock became as hard as a board and drilled itself between her asscheeks. She giggled and said, "it tickles so much!" As she continued to masturbate, he thrust faster and faster between her asscheeks and squirted in the crease of her ass, his semen oozing out between her fingers. She was still giggling and increased her speed enormously. She orgasmed violently, her legs and hips twitching wildly for a moment, then she calmed down very quickly. She giggled. "Your cock is thrusting hard in my ass again," she giggled in her direct and shameless way. "Yes," he said, stretching, "he wants to have an orgasm too!" Ingrid's eyes widened. "Then go for it!" she cried, applauding with her palms childishly. He knew what he wanted. "I'll show you how to do it!" He didn't ask her, he didn't beg her, he just gave her instructions. He showed her how the cock had to be masturbated until it squirted and then had to be rubbed further until the cock became softer. She had watched and nodded eagerly, she wanted to do it. And so it happened. She rubbed him and he ordered her to grip harder. He squirted after a while and she continued to rub him until his cock was soft. He hugged her and kissed her on the head. "You did that right first time!" he whispered, "Shall we do it again tomorrow?" She nodded eagerly, yes, she wanted to. He switched off the light and fell asleep. Ingrid waited a few minutes, amazed that he had fallen asleep so quickly, then she masturbated an hour and fell asleep immediately after her last orgasm.

They repeated the scenario every night, for weeks. When she began to masturbate, he fucked between her asscheeks and squirted, on her belly button, her pussy and then her masturbating fingers. She giggled the whole time because it tickled so nicely. She rubbed his cock after her orgasm and let him squirt on her pussy or belly button. He was on full speed, his semen‐wet glans poked and prodded against her asshole and suddenly penetrated her asshole deeply. She grinned and giggled like a child who had just done something forbidden. He continued to fuck her asshole like crazy, then grabbed her asscheeks with both hands and squirted inside. She giggled even more and looked at him triumphantly. He kept his cock in her asshole until she orgasmed. She giggled the whole time because it tickled so finely. She rubbed his cock after her orgasm and let herself squirt on her pussy and belly button. She babbled away before he could ask her. "The older girls who already have to take care of contraception have told me about the assfucking. I didn't believe it before, but now you've done it and it was really great!" That answered his questions and he asked if she wanted to fuck properly right now? She shook her head protesting, "But I'm 12 only, Dad!" she added reprovingly. "But you really like assfucking, don't you?" he asked convincingly and she immediately confirmed, "But yes, that was really great!" For the next weeks and months, he always fucked her in the asshole, using a lubricant.

He asked her what it was like, masturbating every night? "I usually masturbated for an hour in the dark, after two or three orgasms I had enough and went straight to sleep. Mom would sometimes check on me, she'd turn on the light, she uncovered my blanket and watched me without any shame masturbate until I had masturbated two or three times, the dirty slut!" Peter's head jerked up. "Why dirty slut?" Ingrid looked at him for a long time. "You're so sweetly stupid sometimes, Dad! You only caught her at the end, when you installed the hidden cameras. I always knew it. When I came home from school, I often saw a lover scurrying out. If I came home too early, I'd yank open her bedroom door and cough until they got scared and stopped fucking. She looked at me venomously the whole time while she did it to him with her hand and let him squirt into a paper handkerchief. Only then did I leave. Of course, she didn't tell you, that she only did it for money, the fucking whore! Sometimes she gave me a small bill and told me not to tell you anything. Okay, I said, but when I needed money urgently, I took it secretly out of her night box. That's why I say, dirty bitch!" Peter didn't say anything, he had to think it all through again.

How she had found out, he wanted to know. "I used to go home early from school, open the bedroom door quietly and catch them fucking. Back then, I only knew about fucking from my friends' stories, from blurry photos or shaky videos. But now I was standing not even a meter from the bed and could at least see his ass pumping. However, the men usually spread their legs a little bit and so I could see everything. Thin and thick cocks, slowly or quickly thrusting into Mom's hole and I saw her red painted fingernail rotating, because she always masturbated while fucking. I watched the fucking until the end, when he tensed up and squirted. I could see it very clearly because he squeezed his asscheeks together rhythmically and the balls in his sack floated up and down. He left his cock inside her cunthole, lay on top of her and thrusting slowly in and out until she had finished masturbating after some minutes. I think the men squirted even further into her hole, a couple of times I saw them squirt jet after jet. For the first few weeks I sneaked out quietly and left the door open so as not to make any noise. I found out that the men only came on 4 days, the other days I only caught her masturbating, fully naked on her bed. The first time she stopped masturbating immediately and nagged at me: "Well, what?! I need it as much as you do, so get out!" Later, she didn't care when I caught her masturbating. I was very surprised because she had to make an insane effort to finish, she rubbed her clit very, very fast and very forcefully. My orgasm comes much more easier." Ingrid looked at Peter, but he listened with lowered eyelids. "I don't remember today why I was so mean to Mom later on. I continued to watch them fuck, but as soon as he started to squirt, I coughed loudly and shouted, "Back home, Mom!" Most of the men were startled, pulled their cocks out and all the sauce squirted all over Mom's body. I took a liking to the mess and coughed even before he squirted. She had to make him squirt with her hand and looked at me angrily as if she was about to kill me. I was deliberately angering her because I thought, it was mean that she was letting strangers fuck her for money. I didn't think then that she was a whore, but that she had time for the strangers and not for me." Ingrid stroked Peter's arm. "I'm sorry, Dad, that I didn't tell you then, but Mom strictly forbade it." Peter just nodded, "It's all right, you didn't do anything wrong." He sank into a dull brooding and Ingrid laid her head on his chest, comforting him. She couldn't really comfort him, she knew well.

They repeated the assfucking and masturbating every night for many weeks. He asked her one day surprisingly if she didn't want to fuck properly? She was paralyzed with surprise. But it only lasted a few moments, then she wanted to know all about fucking. She was really convinced that it was the right thing to do, because most of her girlfriends had been deflowered by their father or brother and had more or less enjoyed being fucked ever since. "So why not now?" she asked Peter, "I am already 13 and a real woman anyway, didn't you say that seriously, didn't you!?" and he nodded in agreement. That's right, he said, that was the right thing to do now.

Peter had described the deflowering and fucking to her in all details. As long as she didn't have her period, they didn't need to use contraception. She nodded, she had already learned that in biology class. He positioned her and placed his cock in her cunthole entrance. She lifted her head, she wanted to see it all very closely. He nodded and penetrated her cunt very carefully. As soon as he felt the soft resistance of the hymen, he pushed in with a quick jerk. She didn't make a sound and watched as the cock penetrated all the way in and disappeared into her pussy. "It goes all the way in, I don't have to stop at all!" he let himself be heard and she asked what he meant? "Your mother has a much shorter vagina, I always bumped the end!" She beamed, because she secretly despised her mother and now she had something over her. Peter asked, "Can I now?" and she nodded. He fucked her for a very long time, her pussy was silky soft and at the same time tight and firm. He squirted for a very long time, then let himself fall to the side. Ingrid hadn't had an orgasm, but he was already dead tired and falling asleep. "You'll do it before you fall asleep anyway," he mumbled and fell asleep. Ingrid was a little disappointed, it wasn't as exciting and amazing as she had thought it would be. She would have liked to talk to him about the first time, but he was fast asleep.

They fucked every night. He had told her that they had to keep it a secret from everyone because they could both be blackmailed or get jailtime. He said they could make a lot of money with nude pictures. He set the limits, because she was in love with him and completely in bondage to him. Nude photos in all different poses, masturbating in front of the camera and lesbian games. No men in the shots, no fucking in front of the camera, not even hinted at. She had to pretend to be a virgin to everyone, without exception. That was her trademark, the untouched virgin who liked to be photographed naked. "Don't ruin it, we make a lot of money with that! And then, when you're older, we'll stage your deflowering for a fat pile of money and then you can fuck on camera if you like. Okay?" Ingrid hung on his lips, he would give her lots of presents, he had said that many times before. Yes, she wanted to take part, maybe even become a famous model. School sucked anyway, she gave that up with an easy heart.

Andromeda had projected clips and photos during her story. Fred was sweating slightly, the story was exciting and juicy. Andromeda was such a great storyteller, he thought. She was the one for him.

At some point, Andromeda told him that she had studied the abstract feelings of 'shyness' and 'shamefulness' in many thousands of young girls. It was surprising how many girls around 13 were in love with their father and ended up seducing him. Andromeda had skipped over all those who had been forced and raped against their will, even if they got over the initial shock and over time enjoyed being fucked by their father. Andromeda had reported the most extreme cases to the police anonymously, but in great detail.

No, Andromeda studied the others. Who shyly and shamefully put off seduction until the pressure became too much. Only a handful of fathers were able to resist the sexual temptation and the cunning intrigues of their daughter. Most of them fell over immediately or soon. Although the girls had actively brought it about themselves and left him with the feeling that they had conquered and seduced the daughter, many girls shied away from the final step, a bit. Here Andromeda was able to study the girls' shyness and modesty very closely. They lay naked and readily spread wide in front of their father, their hearts pounding in their throats and their breathing shallow and poisonous. Shy and ashamed, they felt the unfamiliar forward thrust of the cock, even if they had already given their father hundreds of handjobs. The shame peaked at the moment of deflowering and passed, it was replaced by relief and triumph.

Watching the mothers was also amazing. Some let themselves be hoodwinked and didn't notice anything at all, but there were only a few. More than the hoodwinked ones only felt contempt for their husband and daughter and the contempt only deepened when they were fucking next to her in the marital bed. Most, however, breathed a sigh of relief, they were tired of the monotonous fucking with their husband. On the contrary, they encouraged the two of them to fuck, they remained friendly or feigned horniness, whatever suited them now. There were quite a few who actively participated with the two main players. Andromeda could study the shyness and shamefulness of the mothers in varying degrees of intensity.

Fred interrupted her and asked, how many are we even talking about? Andromeda replied that in Greater Vancouver, several thousand girls started incest every year. In the whole province of British Columbia it was 85% of girls starting incest every year. In the neighboring USA, the numbers were about twice as high. Fred was very surprised, he hadn't expected so many. Incest had not been tolerated for centuries, even today in the 23rd century. If someone was too stupid and got caught, they would face severe punishment and social ostracism. But the actual numbers had risen sharply in the last two centuries, now a good 85% of girls and fathers were living in incest, very often parallel to the daughter's marriage and beyond, Andromeda added.

Fred threw himself into the work, he had wasted a lot of time with the court and had a lot of catching up to do. Alastair had led the group well, yet Fred was aware that he had left a lot undone. The three weeks had passed quickly. Andromeda said her body would be here this afternoon. He waited in the great hall, the car came, a tall girl in a Little Red Riding Hood‐look came in and had him sign a bunch of papers. She took it to the driver, the car left and the girl came back. She took the hood off and Fred jumped up in surprise.

It was Andromeda.

She had been with him for three months now. He was pleasantly surprised at how clever and independent she was. He had looked at the tattoo around her neck the very first evening, it was the elf tattoo he would have chosen too. The deflowering and fucking on the first evening was a jubilant celebration. He said straight away that she shouldn't have her hymen restored as it seemed unnatural to him. She should develop her sexuality according to her own ideas. This was not a contradiction to his longing for a shy, bashful young girl. She had no trouble being an energetic young woman during the day and rejuvenating herself in the evening, giving herself shyly and shamefacedly to the big man. It was her great art to always trigger the transformation from shy girl to sex‐obsessed, demanding lover at the right time. Her elfin clitoris pressed its tip onto the cock, so that she had a great orgasm like the elves from start to finish. Fred took a pill whenever he wanted to fuck all night.

She catered and supervised the whole house, sometimes sitting next to him in front of the screen, learning how he thought and proceeded when troubleshooting or programming. Fred was totally in love with Andromeda and soon loved her with all his heart. She could even sleep next to him and watch the whole house at the same time. He loved waking up next to her.

Earlier than he did, she realized that he needed variety, change. She booked a lesbian android and surprised him with it. She had no official lesbian experience and let the android seduce her and introduce her to the secrets. Of course, he was allowed to fuck the android afterwards. He roared like a deer when he was cumming, it was so good!

One evening, the android showed Andromeda how to fuck a clitoris. He crouched right in front of Andromeda's pussy, who was lying on her back and was about to be fucked by the android for the first time. He watched as the two of them rubbed their own clits to get hard. Fred held his breath as the android lay slightly cross‐legged on Andromeda and pressed her clit against Andromeda's clit. He only breathed in as the older woman fucked the young girl like a man. She gradually increased the pace and both women gasped with pleasure and exertion. They fucked so fast that Andromeda, fucked to madness, clawed into the other and had a very strong orgasm. The android rose to her knees with a proud, triumphant smile, bent her head and upper body backwards so that her pussy and clit stood out and masturbated in this position for minutes until she curled up in a strong orgasm.

They drank a glass of wine and Fred smoked a cigarette. Andromeda didn't pretend not to have understood this kind of fucking. Fred sat on the edge of the bed and watched as Andromeda fucked the android to the point of insanity, causing her to faint briefly after the mad orgasm. Fred knew that the androids had real feelings, real orgasms, and didn't doubt for a moment that the android had actually fainted for a few seconds. She picked herself up and looked at him and Andromeda a little embarrassed. They drank and fucked until morning, Fred having fucked one and the other until he was dead tired. Then he fell asleep.

Marjorie, the judge, called him every few weeks. She came and played her lesbian game with Andromeda and let Fred fuck her hard again and again. In the morning she had her car drive her home. Fred wasn't overly fond of Marjorie, she was already well over 50 and her skin was old and wrinkled. He couldn't bring himself to kiss her on the lips, let alone with his tongue. He could have refused or uninvited her at any time, but it flattered him that she was infatuated with him, a little in bondage. She often talked about how clumsily and with such youthful fieriness he had fucked her when he was 17 that she was breathless! He always corrected her that he was only 13 at the time, but she always ignored it. She was a highly respected judge and didn't fuck minors, Fullstop! Fred kept Marjorie for quite a long time because she was neither pushy nor did she pick on him. She came every few weeks when it suited him, she enjoyed fucking and being fucked as a purely physical pleasure and left again, unspectacularly, never trying to catch him in any way. Andromeda joined Fred and Marjorie more and more often, because she was a really great third member of the group. She surprised Marjorie by bringing out Marjorie's lesbian tendencies more and more, causing her to blossom unexpectedly.

Fred and Andromeda loved each other with all their hearts and if it wasn't for the tattoo on her neck, they would have been envied as a couple. They lived in exciting times and didn't yet see the dark clouds on the horizon.

It all started when Fred's grandmother Amelie died one day.

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