Immigration Assistance

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Immigration Assistance

Copyright © 2025 Rollie Lawson

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ISBN: 978-1-300-15057-2

Chapter 1 - Immigration Assistance

“Boss, we got a problem. CMP has a situation and is asking for Immigration Assistance to help.”

Jonathan Sawbuck looked at his office doorway, where his assistant, Janine Heartwell, was standing. That was unusual in itself, since on any sort of routine matter she would have simply messaged him. He eyed her curiously and replied, “The CMP? What in the world do the cops need with us?” The CMP was the Caradoc Municipal Police, the police department of the city of Caradoc. Caradoc was a city of approximately five million people, the largest city and the provincial seat of Caradoc Province. Caradoc Province had about twenty million people in it, not quite ten percent of the population of the planet Lupina.

“No clue, Jon, but it must be important. They are sending a tac flyer to pick you up. It will be on the roof in two minutes or less.”

“A tac flyer?” She nodded and he asked, “Did they ask for me specifically?”

“Pretty much. They wanted somebody senior, and not just one of the regular assholes around here.” Jonathan eyed her and she blushed. “No, they didn’t say that specifically.”

He rolled his eyes and smiled. “Well that blows the Friday mixer, doesn’t it?” He stood up and stepped into his shoes, a pair of canvas and rubber slip-ons.

“I’d be happy to give you a blowjob, but I don’t think we’ll even have the time for that,” she laughed.

“No, we won’t have time for that. I’ll just have to settle for a blowjob from my wife when I get home,” he said with a grin. Janine laughed at that.

The Friday mixer was a beloved end-of-the-week fixture at most government and corporate offices. Cold beer and hot sex were always a great start to the weekend. It started at 1800 and ran to 1900, after which people would go home happily sated, at least temporarily. Lupina had a day that was 26 hours, 23 minutes, and 14 seconds long, along with an orbital period of 412.7306 days; all system orbital platforms kept Lupina time. When Lupina was first colonized the joke had been that an extra hour would be tacked onto the daylight hours for work and study, but the remaining 1 hour, 23 minutes, and 14 seconds, were added onto the night for more time for sex.

At times it seemed even stranger than that. How can you have a galactic society when every planet has its own time system, every planet has its own rotational period and orbital period? The only way to do that was to standardize interstellar time based on the second, a thing that could be connected to a physical basis, the number of oscillations in an atom upon excitation. Old Earth’s solar day was 24 hours, which worked out to 86,000 seconds a day; the orbital period was 365.2425 days, which was 31,556,952 seconds a year. Lupina, however, had 38,632,978 seconds a year. The only way to standardize time across the galaxy was by counting seconds, so every macrolink had a connection to a planetary system of synchronized atomic clocks. When Jonathan turned forty-six, that simply meant he had lived 1,777,116,995 seconds; it did not mean he had gone around Lupina’s sun forty-six times.

It could be even more complicated. Practically all planetary societies divided their rotations into time zones, simply because dawn would occur at different times otherwise. Lupina had 26 time zones, assigning the extra minutes and seconds to a time zone in the middle of the ocean. The orbital habitats anywhere in the system all stayed at Lupina Standard Time, which was the time zone for Lupina City, the planetary capital. On the other hand, some systems, like Goldheart, had no inhabitable planets, so they used Old Earth time.

However, galactic time wasn’t on anybody’s mind in the Immigration Assistance Office. Instead, Janine had to get her boss to the roof. She said, “Now, grab your shit and get to the lift.”

Jonathan nodded. He checked his clothing, which was a simple beige cloth that wrapped around his waist and hung down to mid-thigh. It was similar to the wrap that Janine wore, though hers was brightly colored and about five centimeters shorter. They were both naked from the waist up, though she wore makeup, lip and nipple rouge. He then grabbed his shoulder bag and tossed in his gear before heading out of his office. Janine waved goodbye and went back to her desk.

From the office, Jonathan moved to the lift beams. He keyed in the override code, selected the roof-top level, and then stepped into what looked like a gigantic hole in the center of the building. A bright blue grav energy wave promptly shot him to the roof. There was a stiff but warm breeze on the roof of the ten-story building.

It was always warm on Lupina. The planet had an almost circular orbit around Lupina Star, and an orbital axis of less than one degree. That made the inhabitable region, the terraformed area plus/minus 25 degrees from the equator always warm. It rarely varied by more than a degree from 26 degrees Celsius.

He looked around and saw a CMP tac flyer, a tactical police transport, approaching. As soon as it touched down a doorway opened, and a CMP officer hopped out and waved him over. Jonathan trotted over.

“Mister Sawbuck?”

“That’s me.”

“Well, hop in and we can go.” Jonathan climbed in and the CMP officer put him in a seat and then assisted him in buckling in. Jonathan noted that even riding around in a tac flyer, the CMP officers wore full tactical gear. Rather than a waist wrap, they wore synthileather shorts, boots, gloves, and body armor. He thought it must have been too warm to wear in the near constant warmth of Lupina’s tropical zone. Still, it seemed that people could get used to anything.

The pilot lifted off from the roof and headed east, and the officer in back said, “Mister Sawbuck, you’ll need to access the CMP database. This is only for this incident, though, so it’s not full access.”

Jonathan nodded. “Understood.”

He tapped the macrolink and a CMP icon flashed. He connected to their system. Like everybody on Lupina, his macrolink was worn on the right ear and displayed a holographic screen in front of the user's eye. Now he could hear conversations in his right ear and see a building on the holoscreen. As they flew east he listened to the conversation and called up the details of what was happening.

He quickly learned why he had been called out. A family that had immigrated from Vandevar 3 was holed up in their house and refusing to come out. Worse, it wasn’t clear if everybody inside was holed up or a hostage. They landed before he had a chance to access the IAO databases. He was hurried over to a ground van that was being used as a command vehicle. “Here’s the guy from the Immigration Assistance Office,” said the CMP officer.

They guy who seemed to be in charge said, “Thanks, Jerry. You guys can get back in the air, keep on the net.”

“Roger that.” The officer took off.

The commander turned to Jonathan. “Mister Sawbuck?” He didn’t wait for the IA boss to answer. “I need you to tell me who this family is and who’s in there.”

“What happened, uh…officer?”

“I’m Sergeant Hooper. We got called out when a routine welfare check went bad. Somebody witnessed a man smacking around a woman and they called it in. A patrol officer found them and tried to ask what had happened but managed to get blindsided by the guy. We tracked them on traffic cameras to here. We called you because an address check says it’s an immigration temp house. Now a man is refusing to come out and a woman is asking us all to leave, but she sounds pretty shaky. I am getting ready to breach, but I want to know more.”

A second officer, one with a black eye and a bandage on his head, spoke up. “The weird thing, though, was how they were dressed. This is Lupina. Everybody runs around either in a wrap or naked. These guys were all bundled up like they were visiting the North Pole! He was wearing pants, sort of like ankle-length shorts…” He pointed at his own shorts and wiggled a foot. “…some sort of long tunic, or maybe even two, and some sort of hat. The woman was even worse, with several long tunics, like down to the ground, and her hat was made from a dark mesh that completely covered her head and face. Fucking weird!”

The sergeant said, “Call up the vids. You’re right, it’s weird.” The vid monitor showed the patrol officer approaching the weirdly dressed family, where even a little child was covered head-to-toe. The vid included the officer’s body camera vid showing the man cursing the officer and telling him to go away and leave him alone. His family was his property to do with. The officer ended up on the ground and the family went inside the house.

Sergeant Hooper turned to Jonathan and asked, “Ever seen anything like this?”

“Sorry, no.”

“Well, you need to tell me who this bunch is. The house is registered to IA.”

Jonathan nodded and used a CMP computer to connect to the IA database. It didn’t take long to find the information. “Okay, we have a family of five inside, the Bossamans, emigrated from Vandevar 3 about three months ago. Father Hugo, age forty; mother Annalise, age thirty-four; son Hugoman, age seventeen; son Waltoman, age nine; daughter Annaman, age six.” He put the pictures on the CMP subnet, and they popped onto the main screen.

“That’s the asshole who hit me,” said the patrol officer.

The commander asked, “And the woman?”

“That’s who he was hitting, her and the little girl.” Then he looked at the sergeant and the IA manager. “If she’s thirty-four and the oldest kid is seventeen, she had him when she was seventeen, which means her husband knocked her up when she was sixteen.”

“Probably married her when she was fifteen. It usually takes half a year of trying before a woman can get pregnant,” said Jonathan.

The patrol officer shook his head in disbelief. “Married at fifteen? I have a daughter that age. That’s crazy!”

“Okay, we have confirmation this is who we’re looking for.” Hooper turned back to Sawbuck. “So, what is it with this guy?”

Jonathan shrugged and began scrolling through the file. Immigration Assistance was a planetwide government department and people moved to Lupina from hundreds of other planets, some for temporary reasons like school or work, and others permanently. He didn’t know anything about Vandevar 3, so he called up a file on that. Then he turned to Hooper. “This isn’t good.”

“Oh?”

“Vandevar 3 is a male-dominated society, very dystopian, very misogynistic, very aggressive.”

“Uh…”

“The place is run by men, for men. Women have few if any rights. The men can be as nasty as they want. Not a place to take your wife or daughters for a vacation.” Then he shrugged. “I’m not sure how accurate this is. We get almost no visitors or immigrants from Vandevar 3, so there’s not a lot of data. The temperatures are supposed to be lower than Lupina; maybe that’s why the clothing is so much heavier. I don’t know.”

Hooper looked at him and asked, “So why are they here? Lupina is about as far from that as you can imagine.”

“All I have is from the immigration interview. The father was going to school for advanced hydroponics and aeroponics. Beyond that, nothing.” He shrugged and added, “If it really is a planet full of asshole men, maybe he’s just more of an asshole than usual.”

“Anything else you can tell me?”

Jonathan shook his head. “Not really. I’ve never met them and the man who did simply reports a normal immigration interview. It was just random chance a man saw them and not a woman. Hugo Bossaman would have probably freaked out being questioned by a woman.”

“Okay, stick around. You’ll probably need to make a few decisions at some point.”

“Can I message my wife; tell her I’m going to be late tonight?”

“Sure.” Hooper then switched frequencies. “Assault team, prepare for breach…breach in five, four, three, two, one. Breach! Breach! Breach!”

Jonathan didn’t understand what was happening, but his screen began showing dots moving around and into a wire-frame box. He could hear explosions that stopped quickly. Then a voice came through the earbud. “Breach completed. Family in custody.”

Hooper said, “Break it down. Separate everybody and bring them down to the station. We’ll interrogate them there.” Then he thought for a second and added, “Keep the mother and daughter together.” He turned to the IA manager. “We’re done here. These guys can clean up the mess. Can you come with me down to the station house, help sort this out?”

“Sure.”

“Let’s go.” Sergeant Hooper led the way to a ground patrol car and had the patrol officer drive them from the Bossaman house to the police station.

For the next few hours Jonathan Sawbuck watched as the CMP interviewed the members of the Bossaman family. It was the first time he had ever been inside a police station. Like most people, Jonathan was a fairly honest person. The worst crimes he ever committed involved improper parking, which involved paying a fine. Further, what he was witnessing was unlike anything he had ever seen on the holovids; it was both fascinating and disturbing. He sat in a room with Hooper, an investigator wearing a wrap much like himself, and a prosecutor also wearing a wrap. She didn’t say much, though she seemed to be in charge.

The Bossaman family had been placed in four different rooms, each with an investigator, and each under surveillance. Hooper, the investigator, the prosecutor, and Jonathan all watched from a surveillance center and listened to the interrogations. The father and older son both had male interrogators while the mother and daughter, and the younger son, had female interrogators. This was complicated by the fact that the mother and daughter had obviously been beaten at some point; both had bruises, and the mother had a split lip and broken wrist.

“This is awful!” said Jonathan as he listened to Hugo Bossaman justifying his treatment of the women in his family,

“Welcome to my life,” commented Sergeant Hooper.

What was even worse was when the little boy, only nine, said, “Father said that when I was old enough I could use Little Whore just like he and Hugoman use Big Whore. That’s what they call Momma. What did they mean? Can I see Momma? I want to see Momma.” The prosecutor began crying at that. Hooper talked to the investigator and then gave orders to let the boy go to the room with his mother and sister.

“What do we do about these monsters?” asked Jonathan.

Both the investigator and the patrol sergeant looked at the prosecutor. She grabbed some tissues and wiped her eyes and blew her nose before answering, “They’re not leaving here. We can send the women and the little boy to a protected location. Can we send the father and the older son back to where they came from?”

“I can only send them back to Vandevar 3. I can’t send them to Hell, which is where they belong,” said Jonathan.

“Leave that to me. I need a few days to figure out the appropriate charges. I have the father dead to rights on multiple charges of assault and assaulting a police officer, and the older son on charges of rape. He admitted to forcible sex with his mother. Maybe we can do both. Send them to North Island for a few decades and then send them back to Vandevar 3.” North Island was where the Lupina Penal Colony was located. It was in the middle of the non-terraformed section of Lupina so any native vegetation or animals would be poisonous. It was an open-air prison, without any guards; food and supplies were airlifted in. Anybody who wandered away would die long before they got within a thousand kilometers of civilization, and there was no escape from the island. Before they were taken to North Island a GPS tracker would be inserted next to the heart; to even try and remove the tracker to escape would be fatal. If somebody died the prison managers would be notified and the body removed within a day by heavily armed and armored officers.

Hooper ended the discussion by standing up. “I’ll write my report up tomorrow. In the meantime I need a hot shower and a lot of whiskey. Mister Sawbuck, many thanks. I suggest you do the same and then take a long weekend trying to forget about this afternoon. We’ll be in touch for a follow-up next week.” The others in the room agreed with both the thanks and the plan to wash thoroughly and get drunk.

“Yeah.” Jonathan Sawbuck left the station, and a patrol officer drove him back to his office. From there, he drove home.

Chapter 2 - Decompressing

It was close to 2300 when Jonathan Sawbuck got home. He found his wife, Korona, sitting in their living room. As always, she was nude when at home. He smiled at her, though it was a sad smile. “Hi, babe.”

“Welcome home, honey. Long day.”

“Long day.” Jon stripped off his wrap and tossed it on an armchair. “Sorry I missed dinner.”

“Did you have anything to eat? I can warm something up?” she asked.

Her husband smiled. His wife had a low contralto voice that always gave him a warm feeling, but didn’t do anything for him that night. “I had something earlier,” he told her. He sat down on the couch next to her and tossed his macrolink on the coffee table. “Did you go to your mixer?”

Korona grinned at her husband. She was a schoolteacher at Holman Avenue Pre-Teen and the faculty mixers were always a good time. “Absolutely! I had a cold Froehlich’s and a couple of hot sixty-nines. Then I came home for some fun and games with you. That was when I got your message.” Then she noticed his quiet mood. “What’s going on, Jon? You messaged me that you were going to be late, but not why. Now, I don’t know, but something happened. What’s going on?”

Jon shrugged. “I guess I can tell you, but it’s not very nice.” Korona didn’t respond other than to raise an eyebrow. “I was asked to help the CMP. An immigrant decided to misbehave, and we found out he livened up his time by beating the hell out of his wife and daughter. A real asshole.”

“That sucks,” she replied.

Jon spent the next fifteen minutes explaining what had happened, though he didn’t say what he had heard during the interrogations.

“You’re leaving something out, Jon.”

“Wha…”

“We’ve been married twenty years. I’ve known you for almost thirty years. I know when something is bothering you and you are leaving something out. What else happened?”

Jonathan sighed. His wife was right. They met in their first year at Devonaire University. She was from the Goldheart orbital system and immigrated for her education before deciding to stay on Lupina; he was a local boy made good. They were both seventeen. For the next nine years they dated on and off until they finally decided they were fated to be together, and they might as well face it. They were married at twenty-six and had their first children, twins Paul and Kyle, at twenty-eight. Their daughter, Karina, came along three years later. Now they were forty-six.

Jon shrugged and told her what he had learned about the Bossaman family and Vandevar 3. He noted the looks of horror on his wife’s face and said, “There’s a reason I didn’t want to say what I learned.”

“So the son is as bad as his father?” she asked.

He nodded. “That kind of hate needs time to learn. At least they didn’t have enough time to change the younger boy. There’s hope for him. And the little girl. I don’t know about mom, though. Dad gave the older boy free use of his wife, the boy’s mother. She’s going to need some therapy. Monsters.” He paused and said, “When I told the sergeant how bad it seemed, he said, ‘Welcome to my world!’ I can’t imagine doing that for a living.”

“Now it’s my turn to shrug. You’re not a cop. You’re an immigration officer. You’re just a good old-fashioned government employee. Your job is to keep things running, not to clean up the garbage. Jon, you did what you had to do. Now you need to put it behind you. I read somewhere that the reason there are so many divorced police officers is because they can’t explain to their wives what they have to deal with. They keep it all buried inside until it eats them alive. You can’t be that kind of person. You have to tell me whenever something awful happens.”

“Yeah.” He smiled and nodded, then threw an arm around Korona’s shoulder and hugged her. “Thank you for that.”

Korona smiled and hugged him back but then put her hands in his lap. She began to fondle his cock, and as soon as it became stiff enough, began stroking his cockshaft. Jon groaned happily and pushed gently on her shoulders, and she bent down. His cock went into her mouth, and she began sucking and jacking. It was time for Korona to take his mind off what he had seen earlier.

“Ummm…that is so nice,” he murmured.

His wife lifted her head briefly. “Cum in my mouth, honey. I want you to cum in my mouth and then we can fuck. I am going to make you forget all about today.” Korona returned her attention to the cock she was stroking and inhaled it.

“Mmmmm…” Korona’s almost thirty years of experience sucking his cock made Jonathan so appreciative of her efforts. Her tongue swirled around his cockhead, her head bobbed up and down on his cock, and her cheeks sucked in as she suctioned him. Her hands alternated between stroking his cockshaft and gently massaging his ballsac. Spit slowly drooled out of her mouth and ran down his shaft to lubricate everything. Even better, Korona wasn’t going for fast, but for powerful. She kept him on the brink of cumming to the point Jonathan began lifting his hips of the couch, trying to fuck up into her mouth. She kept him under control much longer than he wanted, but when he finally groaned and exploded, it felt like he came for hours and hours and pumped out liters and liters.

Korona swallowed it all and then sat upright. She licked her lips but kept her hands in her husband’s lap. “That was just the start. Tonight is going to be all about you. As soon as I get your cock stiff, we are going to fuck! Not make love! Fuck! I am going to spread my legs wide, and you are going to get on top and pound me down into the cushions! I want you to fuck me so hard the couch breaks! Then after you cum, you are going to stay on top of me and keep fucking me! I want every drop of cum! I want to drain your balls!” She kept talking like that until Jonathan’s cock was stiff again.

Standing, Korona reached behind the couch and grabbed a large rolled-up cushion. She laid it in the center of the living room carpet and unrolled it. Then she tossed a couple of pillows on top. They normally only got the cushions and pillows out when they were entertaining, but she wanted something special that night. She laid down on the cushion and ordered her husband to come over. Then she lay back, with a pillow under her head and the second under her bottom. Korona drew up her knees and splayed them apart before using her fingers to spread her pussy lips. “Get over here and stick that cock in my cunt!” she ordered.

Jonathan laughed as he got into position. “The things I do for my marital happiness.” Then he lowered himself into position and Korona guided his cock into position.

Korona loved sex with her husband. True, she loved it with any man or woman, but Jonathan was so special, so much more. In a period where any man or woman could utilize the most modern health care, it was expected that she would have the hourglass figure she wanted, and her husband could have the sculptured abs and a twenty-centimeter cock of a holovid star. Still, he was so talented and skilled with it! He pushed in and she wrapped her arms and legs around his torso. “Now fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me so hard that you can’t think of anything other than the cum you are going to flood me with! Fuck me! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!”

Jonathan didn’t say anything, though his grunts and moans said volumes. He began hammering down into his wife, fucking her with long, hard strokes, and then she began doing Kegel exercises, tightening her pussy around him. She began whimpering as the sensations hit her. His cockshaft was rubbing against her clit and his cockhead was rubbing her G-spot. The rutting pair began kissing feverishly, swapping tongues and bottling up their cries of pleasure.

They weren’t quiet enough. Paul, Kyle, and Karina had heard enough through the walls and door to their room that they came out into the living room. It wasn’t the first time they had seen their parents having sex, but this time seemed exceptionally vigorous. “Wow, Dad’s really putting it to Mom!” commented Paul.

“No shit!” agreed his brother.

“Yeah, but Mom’s giving it back to him, too,” said Karina. She could see their mother fucking up at the cock pushing down into her, and she was sure their mother was using her pussy muscles to make it even better. After all, she had taught Karina how to do Kegels and how to make a man cum hard. She turned back to her brothers and said, “Let’s leave them alone and go back to bed. I need what she’s getting, from both of you.”

Paul and Kyle nodded at each other. There was a lot to be said for having a fourteen-year-old fuckbunny for a sister.

For their part, both Jonathan and Korona ignored the interruption. It wasn’t the first time their children had seen them having sex and it wouldn’t be the last. There was no false modesty on Lupina. Humans were a very social and sexual species and to try and deny that was a waste of time and energy. It was better to embrace that sexuality and enjoy it from a young age. Children frequently learned about sex by watching their parents and others, sometimes at home and sometimes in public places.

All three of their children had begun having sex in their early teens. A few weeks after turning fourteen, Karina had announced she was moving into the room Paul and Kyle shared, and that they were replacing their beds with a king-size bed. Her room would become their homework room. Their parents had been skeptical about that, but not because they would obviously be having sex together. They were already having sex, because that was what horny teenagers did. No, they were skeptical about doing their homework! They ordered the house AI system to monitor their work and compare it to the assignments from their school and promised to shut the fun down if their schoolwork suffered.

In any case, Jonathan and Korona ignored their children. They noticed their entrance and then their exit, assuming correctly that their children were going to spend Friday night screwing just like they were. Forgetting about them, Jonathan kept pounding his cock down into his wife, savoring the pleasure, and Korona kept fucking her pussy up at him and demanding he fuck her even harder. She had lost track of her orgasms when she felt her husband push up, his back arching as he slammed in one final time. She could feel the spasms in his cock as another impossibly large load spewed from him, filling her pussy. Gasping, he collapsed on top of her as his pelvis kept pumping, slowly coming to a rest.

Jonathan opened his eyes and looked down at her. “That was fantastic!”

Korona hugged him tightly and smiled at him. “This is just one of the reasons I love you so much! You are the best fuck I have ever had!”

“Just one of the reasons?” he teased.

“Well, you’re a good father and a good husband and a good provider, too, but when my arms and legs are around you and we are sweating and your cock is still inside me, that’s when you are the best fuck on Lupina!”

Jonathan laughed and rolled off her. Korona rolled with him, to lay at his side, half draped over him. “Well, you’re pretty good, too. Not sure about the best, though. We might have to test you about that. Want me to sign you up for the Caradoc Kamasutra Contest? I think their next season starts this fall.”

Korona giggled and lightly punched him in the ribs. “Sorry, but I’d rather stay in the amateur ranks.” She slipped a hand down to her husband’s cock, now soft and wet. “We can keep practicing, though. Care to slip outside for some moonlight fun?”

He smiled. “What’s the weather supposed to be? I heard they had some rain scheduled.”

“Not until later. Plenty of time to suck you off again and then lube you up before getting assfucked under the moons. It’s going to be a long night!” Korona climbed to her feet and held her hand out for her husband. He stood and followed her out the back door.

***

Korona Sawbuck sat on the edge of her bed looking down on the sleeping form of her husband. He was naked, as she was, and only covered by a light cotton sheet. Carefully holding her cup of coffee in one hand, she used the other to gently pull down the sheet, so she could see him. He had a delicious looking morning erection, but it began to soften slightly as he slowly woke up. He rubbed his eyes to see her beautiful body sitting next to him. “Good morning,” Jonathan said.

“Good morning. Sleep well?” she asked.

“Quite well, once we actually got to sleep.”

“Thank you for last night. It was wonderful.” Korona sipped her coffee and asked, “Would you care for some coffee? I have a cup here for you.”

“Please.” Jonathan levered himself upright and leaned back against the headboard. She twisted towards the nightstand and handed him a steaming cup of his own. “Thank you.”

His wife grinned and put a hand on his cock. “It’s the least I could do after last night. You were simply fantastic! That was the best fucking I’ve had in…weeks!”

Jonathan laughed so hard he spilled some of his coffee on the bedsheets. “Well, you were pretty good, too. I need this coffee just to stay awake. You drained me!”

“I certainly tried.”

After sex on the living room floor the previous night, the senior Sawbucks had gone into the backyard. In the tropical terraformed sections of Lupina there was very little difference between daytime and nighttime temperatures, and most people in their income bracket owned a house with a swimming pool, even if it was a small one. The AI sensed who was approaching and opened the fencing; that was required to keep small children from falling into the pool when unattended. They jumped into the cool water and floated for a few minutes while cleaning up and reviving for the next round.

That had occurred when Jonathan had taken a large beach towel from the storage cabinet under the back awning and spread it out on the grass. Then he lay down on the towel with his wife. It was surprisingly bright out, but that was because all three of Lupina’s small moons were above the horizon. He and Korona kissed tenderly, and then she moved, twisting around so that she was on top of him, with her face at his cock and her pussy over his mouth. They had a lengthy sixty-nine, not realizing that Karina was watching them from the bedroom she shared with her brothers. Kyle was fucking her from behind and Paul was planning to fuck her again as soon as his brother finished. Their sister was practically insatiable!

Afterwards, Jonathan and Korona had lazed in each other’s arms, not saying much other than various versions of ‘I love you!’ Then Korona had climbed to her feet, and while Jonathan watched her in the light of the waning moons, she had gone to the storage cabinet and retrieved a tube of suntan lotion. “Not much sun to worry about,” he commented.

She sank down next to him and squirted the lotion onto his crotch. “I’m not too worried about a sunburn…”

“Or a moonburn,” he quipped.

Korona began rubbing the lotion all over her husband’s cock and balls. “…but we need to get you ready before you shove this big thing up my ass. Besides, this brand of lotion has something extra in it, remember.”

“Oh.” The brand of suntan lotion supposedly included a low level of a legal aphrodisiac drug. It was commonly used during all-night and all-weekend parties. That was what the company making the lotion bragged, though the ads were very circumspect.

Whether it was the lotion or Korona’s handjob, Jonathan was standing tall quickly. Korona knelt in the center of the towel and leaned forward. She reached back and spread her asscheeks and looked over her shoulder and smiled. “Do me!”

Jonathan smiled as he moved up behind her. Korona was a beautiful woman. She was an average height of 170 centimeters and was possessed of a stunning 92DD-61-86 figure. She was also extraordinarily sexual and enjoyed a healthy appetite for depravity and debauchery.

“Hurry! I need some cock!” she said.

“Work! Work! Work!” Jonathan moved closer and rubbed some lotion on his wife’s asshole. Then he grasped his cock and slid it up the crack of her ass. Korona grunted happily as her husband’s erection slipped inside. “So nice!” he whispered. “So nice!”

“Fuck my ass!” she demanded.

The heat and pressure were amazing, and if he hadn’t already cum three times, Jonathan would have blown his load within seconds. Instead he kept fucking her for almost twenty minutes, not even pausing when the scheduled light rain began. He just kept fucking her as the cool water came down on them. By the time Jonathan came, spraying her bowels with his seed, Korona was in a nonstop orgasm. After pulling out, he helped her to her feet and led her inside. They quickly cleaned up and went to bed. They were both asleep within seconds.

In the morning light, Jonathan smiled at his wife. “So the plan for the day is?”

“More of the same? Do you need to do anything more with that problem from yesterday?”

He shook his head. “Not today, anyway. I was told there would probably be some follow-up this week, but nothing for a few days. Certainly not until Monday. You have anything scheduled? Kamasutra Contest tryouts?”

Korona laughed. “Like I said, I’ll stick with the amateur ranks.” She shook her head and added, “No, nothing special planned. At some point we need to go out for errands. Next weekend is the kid’s Kamasutra Club final, so we’ll need to go to that.”

“Errands?”

Korona slyly smiled and patted the bed. “Unless you want to stay here.”

“Tempting, so tempting, but I think we both need to take a break before body parts start falling off. And we need to change the sheets. Somebody made me spill some coffee.”

Korona laughed at that. “Okay, so we can take a shower together. I’ll touch up your shaving and you can touch up mine. Then we can see what comes up.”

Jonathan was pretty sure what would come up. Shaved crotches were quite common on Lupina, both for women and men. Most were handled on a permanent basis, with a one-time laser removal, similar to what most men used for their facial hair. It wasn’t universal though; many couples enjoyed handling the problem personally. There was still an advantage to taking care of the problem in a hands-on fashion, with a lazor, a small hand-held laser shaving tool. He would shave his wife’s pussy, and she would shave his cock and balls. Yes, something would definitely ‘come up’.

Half an hour later the senior Sawbucks were in their kitchen, munching on some breakfast burritos - basic egg, ham, and cheese wraps - and washing them down with orange juice. They were interrupted when the twins came out of their bedroom. “Oooh! Good!” said Kyle.

“Yeah! Can we get some?” added Paul.

Jonathan rolled his eyes and gave a wry smile at his wife. Korona groaned and asked, “And where were you two when I called down the hall?”

“Uhh…that would be Karina’s fault,” said Kyle.

It was his mother’s turn to roll her eyes. She dug the ingredients out of the refrigerator and ordered, “Go find your sister and see if she wants one, too.”

Paul snickered and said, “She’ll probably want two.”

“Go!”

“She’s a growing girl,” commented Kyle.

“You want breakfast, or you want to go do pushups in the backyard,” asked his father. “Depending on what the three of you do next Saturday, you might need the workout.”

Kyle smiled. “That’s Karina you’re talking about, right? Living with her is a workout!”

Karina returned, followed by Paul. “One, please,” she said.

Their mother nodded, though she gave her husband an exasperated expression. Three more breakfast burritos were produced.

During the breakfast break, Jonathan announced that he and their mother were going out to run errands. Did they need anything? Nobody asked for anything specific, and the three kids announced that they were going to practice for the Kamasutra finals the following weekend. They already had a pair of tickets for their parents and wanted to make sure they would be attending.

“That’s the plan,” said Korona. “Where’s it at? The Civic Center?”

Paul nodded. “Same as last year.”

“We’ll be there,” his mother agreed.

Before they finished breakfast, Jonathan said loudly, “AI, are the kids caught up on homework?”

A voice came out of house-wide speakers. “Confirming Paul, Kyle, and Karina are caught up on homework.”

Then things went off the rail. Korona asked, “AI, are the kids caught up on all special projects?”

“Negative. Paul and Kyle are behind on their graduating theses.”

Korona looked at her sons. “You need to catch up today, or there won’t be any finals next weekend. Is that understood?”

Both boys protested at the same time. “Mom!”

“IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?” roared Jonathan.

“Yes, sir,” was the dejected response.

Both parents looked at their daughter. Karina simply shrugged and smiled. “I won’t touch them until the AI says I can. I’ll just practice our routine by myself.”

Jonathan looked at his wife. What kind of three-way sex scene could she be practicing on her own? He was sure it was quite deviant but wasn’t sure he wanted to know. Even on Lupina there were things a father didn’t want to know about his daughter.

***

Errands consisted of driving the family autovan to Homestead Drive, the main commercial stretch in the eastern section of Caradoc. Three hours later they had been to the liquor store, the grocery market, and a home improvement mart to pick up some fertilizer before stopping for lunch. The Lupina soil needed constant infusions of fertilizer to replenish the nutrients needed to support Earthly vegetation. It was a major issue on Lupina.

“Was there anything else?” asked Jonathan, looking at his grocery list. The autovan was doing all the driving; it didn’t even have controls for the humans riding in them.

Korona smiled. “Let’s fuck. We can have the autovan drive us home.”

Jonathan chuckled. He looked at his wife and shrugged. They were both wearing clothing normal to Caradoc, short waist-high wraps. Some provinces wore more and some wore less. Korona undid the catch on her wrap and displayed herself to her husband. Then she leaned over and undid his wrap, to give her easier access to his stiffening cock.

“Well, climb on top. Don’t stop on my account.” He leaned his seat back.

Korona climbed across the midseat console and sank down onto her husband’s cock. They fornicated slowly, with Korona doing most of the work, until they were in their driveway. The neighbors watched and waved as the autovan rocked until they both orgasmed. Smiling, they both crawled out of Jonathan’s door, with them grabbing their wraps. They left them off while they carried their purchases inside.

Karina greeted them in the kitchen. “You two been busy?” She had noticed they were both naked in public. It was a bit unusual. Not illegal or immoral, but unusual. Not so unusual was seeing her mother’s pussy red and moist, with semen leaking out.

“We are married, after all,” said her mother. “Where’s your brothers?”

“Working on their theses.”

Korona decided to check with the house AI later. “Well, you can help put things away.” She handed a bag to her daughter before heading back to the autovan. Jonathan brought in another couple of bags before carrying the bag of fertilizer around to the back yard. The best time to apply it was in the evening, before a scheduled rainstorm, which wouldn’t happen for another three days.

Karina grabbed the bag and put it on the kitchen island. Several others joined it before she began to put things away. Korona went out back to see what her husband was up to.

Jonathan was puttering in the yard shed. He was cleaning the yardcutter, an autonomous lawn mower similar to the roomvac that kept their carpets and hardwood floors inside the house clean. It had been long enough since last night’s drizzle for the lawn to dry. A similar robot kept the pool clean, sweeping up anything that blew into the pool and eating any algae that grew on the pool sides. He looked over at her and asked, “What’s up? Did you get any of the kids to put stuff away?”

“Karina. Let’s fuck. I’m still horny,” she replied, reaching out to caress his cock.

“You were born horny!” he laughed.

“Is that a complaint?”

“Not really. Let me finish with this.”

Korona grabbed a couple of beach blankets and went back to the yard. She laid them out and then jumped into the pool. That was where Jonathan found her after he carried out the yardcutter and turned it loose. It silently began cutting the grass and mulching it as it wandered around in a random pattern. Then he went to the pool and jumped in with her.

The couple floated around for a bit, kissing and playing grabass, and then separating to keep moving around the pool. “So, what’s next?” asked Jonathan.

Korona reached out to play with his cock for a few seconds before moving away. Her husband’s cock was warm and hard. “Remember what we did last night?”

“A blowjob, a fuck, some sixty-nine, and an assfuck? Yeah, I remember! It was pretty unforgettable,” he replied.

“Well it’s a lot earlier. I figure we can do that again before dinner and then keep going after. Tomorrow will be more of the same. By the time we go back to work Monday you will be too weak to go to work!”

“A man has to die of something. My end date seems to be tomorrow.”

Chapter 3 - Research

“Hey, boss, how was the weekend?”

Jonathan smiled at his assistant. Janine Heartwell was wearing a very short wrap in a bright yellow print that highlighted her long legs. Her substantial breasts didn’t need highlighting, since they were always on display.

“Good. Korona decided that she needed to use my body over and over to satisfy her…needs. She turned out to be very needy.”

Janine had met Mrs. Sawbuck at a Friday mixer once; those needs could be delicious! “Sounds awful! It’s so terrible when one person’s needs overwhelm everybody else’s. I hope you were able to help her out.” She struggled to keep her laughter under control.

“It’s a burden but it’s what a loving husband does.”

Janine didn’t even try to bury the snicker. Instead she switched topics. “So, what happened Friday night? What was that about? What did the CMP want with IA?”

Jonathan sighed. There went his good mood. He took fifteen minutes to explain what had happened after he went up to the roof Friday afternoon instead of enjoying the after-work mixer.

“Oh, shit!” said Janine. “Now what?”

The response was a shrug. “My understanding is that this week there is going to be a review of everything and everybody involved. Immigration Assistance will need to go over everything we knew about this family. Was there something we missed or failed to do? Is there something we need to do now and in the future?”

“Yeah.”

“Let me check my email. Set up a meeting, real or virtual, for all the department heads in Caradoc.” Janine nodded and Jonathan went into his office.

As expected, there were several emails queued up relating to the Bossaman incident. In addition to being copied on both the CMP reports and the prosecutor’s summary, there were several requests for assistance. There was also an order from Lupina Planetary Immigration Assistance to assist in determining future policies and procedures. Meanwhile a message popped on his macrolink that a department head meeting would take place mid-morning; attendance could be in-person or virtual, if necessary. He forwarded the CMP and prosecutor reports to Janine for distribution and added that he wanted the original immigration officer to attend the meeting.

The meeting proved both interesting and predictable. Jonathan started by giving a review of all that had happened with the Bossaman family along with the latest information. The mother and two youngest children were in seclusion at a CMP ‘safe house’, a secure residence with access to medical and psychiatric care. “Why do they need a safe house?” asked one of the men in the room. “From the reports, the father and oldest son are in jail.”

Jonathan nodded. “And likely to stay there forever. No, I think the worry is that the family needs some peace and quiet. I listened to the initial interrogations of the family. The father and oldest son are monsters. The mother and the daughter, who is only six, were repeatedly beaten. The mother was forced into sex by both the husband and oldest son, and they openly told the nine-year-old boy that he would be allowed to have sex with the little girl when he was old enough to get an erection. If nothing else, the three of them need some intensive psychiatric care.” He turned to a man who had logged into the meeting from a different city. “Jackson, do you remember this family? You’re listed as the interviewing officer.”

The image shook his head. “Not really. I had to review the file. There just wasn’t anything unusual about them. They filled out the forms and answered the questions, just like everybody else, and then I did the interview. The only things that seemed at all out of the ordinary was that dad did all the talking, that and everybody was all bundled up.”

“I noticed that during the interviews, and the patrol officer said that was how they were dressed out in public,” commented Jonathan.

Jackson nodded. “It’s actually quite common, at least during the initial interview. People are moving here from another culture, and they are wearing the clothes from that culture.” Several people around the table or online agreed with that. “The strange part is that they never acclimated to Lupinan culture and norms. They must have been very uncomfortable wearing the clothes in those pictures.”

Jonathan said, “Agreed! Anybody know anything about Vandevar 3? When the CMP asked me, I had to admit I’d never even heard of it.”

Nobody else seemed to know about it, but with thousands of colonized planets in the galaxy, nobody could know them all. Janine put out a planetwide notice to all IA personnel asking if anybody knew anything about Vandevar 3 beyond what was in the standard databases or knew anybody from Vandevar 3. Immigration Assistance didn’t keep track of immigrants beyond admission to the planet.

“Okay. Thank you, everybody. Nothing I am seeing here says we failed the initial investigation. What about our procedures? Do we need to do a better job during the initial investigation? Do we need to do more research on the planets people come from?” Jonathan asked. Just then a message popped up on his macrolink. “Well, I’m not expecting answers today. I’ve been called down to City Hall this afternoon, and not online, either. I’m simply going to let everybody know we are all working diligently on the problem.”

The others all nodded and agreed, promising to work on the issues they were responsible for. Afterwards, Jonathan met with Janine and then went out to lunch. By 1330 he was meeting with Josephus Holliwell, the Deputy Mayor, Carianne Smith, the Municipal Prosecutor, Talia Jones, the Assistant Prosecutor who had been at the police station, and Sergeant Hooper and his boss, Captain Joe Harkness, of the CMP.

“So, what’s the latest on this mess?” asked Holliwell. “I need to tell the mayor, and the press is asking.” Crime was unusual on Lupina, but not unknown, and since time immemorial the ‘police blotter’ was always newsworthy. He pointed at Smith.

The prosecutor nodded towards the assistant and said, “I signed off on Talia’s proposed solution. She arranged for a public defender Friday night and then met with him on Saturday. Talia?”

The assistant prosecutor said, “We have the father on multiple counts of assault on the mother and little girl, and assault on a police officer, both confessions and vids. We have the oldest on sexual assault charges against the mother. Again, confessions.” She shook her head and added, “I’ve never been to Vandevar 3 but if these two are examples of the men there, I don’t want to go. They wouldn’t shut up! Even when their lawyer told them to shut up, they just plowed on! Hugo Bossaman, the father, says it’s his legal right to beat his wife.”

“Shit!”

She continued, “Then he started demanding his family be returned to him so he could take them home, where he could give them a proper beating.”

“You aren’t seriously expecting the mayor to approve of any of this, are you?” asked Holliwell.

“Hardly,” said the municipal prosecutor. “Talia gave the two men a choice. Thirty years each on North Island followed by deportation back to Vandevar 3. Mandatory divorce from the wife and loss of all parental rights. The alternative was forty years on North Island followed by deportation.”

Talia added, “Every time the lawyer protested I added ten years. He finally shut up and took the thirty years. I think the most disturbing thing was that Bossaman thinks it is perfectly acceptable to beat his wife and daughter. He couldn’t understand what the problem was.” She shrugged in exasperation at that.

The deputy mayor looked at the police officers. “Is this acceptable to the CMP?” The Caradoc Municipal Police was highly respected by the citizenry.

Harkness nodded and said, “We can live with that. They aren’t getting turned loose, that’s for sure. As soon as a magistrate signs the paperwork, they are on the next flight to North Island, probably in a day or two. If they manage to die up there, nobody is going to cry.” There was a very real possibility they would never survive to the end of their thirty-year sentence. Prisons, even open-air prisons, were very bad places to live.

Sergeant Hooper said, “It’s good. Like Mister Sawbuck said the other day, we can’t send them to Hell, just to jail and then back to where they came from. We’re also going to boost some training to make sure our guys don’t get blindsided. My patrol officer is more pissed about being coldcocked than anything else.”

Holliwell turned to Jonathan. “Speaking of Mister Sawbuck…I understand you were very helpful the other day. What does Immigration Assistance have to say about all this?”

“I called a meeting this morning of all our department heads and spoke to the original immigration investigator. The fact of the matter is that IA processed this family using normal procedures. I’ve ordered an investigation of those procedures, but every year, planetwide, we have thousands of people emigrating to Lupina. Some come on a temporary basis, some on a permanent basis, and some both. My own wife came here from Goldheart to go to college and then stayed. The overwhelming number of immigrants live here without any problems.”

The deputy mayor nodded in understanding. “What about this place they came from? What’s it called?”

“Vandevar 3. I’ve also ordered a review of anything we can find on the place. None of us had ever heard of it before, but there are thousands of planets out there, and it only takes a ticket to get here.”

“Can we ban anybody else from there? We don’t need any more of this crap.”

Jonathan shrugged. “Maybe? I don’t know. I ordered some research, but banning? That one you need to take up with the lawyers. Somebody is going to disagree; of that I am sure.”

The deputy mayor shrugged. “You’re probably right, but I don’t think I’m going to say that on vid. I’ll write something up for the mayor to say that basically expresses outrage but nothing definite.” Then he looked at the cops. “Make sure you let us know when you are shipping these assholes to North Island! We are going to want to broadcast that so that people know we are doing something.”

He stood to leave and everybody mumbled something agreeable. After he left, the remaining people rolled their eyes and shrugged. Jonathan said, “If anything comes up on Vandevar 3, I will pass it along. You guys can let the politicians know.”

***

By Tuesday evening, Jonathan’s report on Vandevar 3 was basically finished. Immigration Assistance had managed to turn up a married couple who were from the planet, the parents of an IA officer in Colonic Province. He spoke to them briefly and was dumbfounded by what he learned. The planet was under the control of a religious cult led by a figure called The Apostle. Over the years Apostles had changed, some for the better and some for the worse. When the Apostle died, whether from natural or unnatural causes, the Council of Elders elected a new Apostle. The current Apostle was more of an asshole than most.

Religion generally wasn’t an issue in the modern galaxy. While Old Earth had been awash in different religions, almost all of which had been at war with each other, the discovery of extraterrestrial planets which could support life had been a blow that most religions never survived. How could a religion claim that their particular Messiah or Prophet or Whoever ran the entire universe when there were planets far, far away that supported life that the local holy book didn’t describe? Even worse was when the existence of long-lost intelligent life was discovered, intelligent life from before human life even began. Religion had died out within a few centuries of the Diaspora.

That wasn’t to say that religious expressions weren’t still in use. Telling somebody to ‘Go to Hell’ was the equivalent of telling them to fuck off and saying that a long-legged beauty’s legs ‘Go all the way to Heaven’ was a fine compliment. Likewise, God was still used in various curses and compliments - “Goddamn asshole’ was used in anger; ‘Oh my God’ was an excellent praise during sex.

Now, the residents of Vandevar 3 had managed to come up with their own cockamamie religion, where men ran things and women put up with it. The mother of the IA officer had managed to escape by marrying a smarter-than-average citizen of Vandevar 3; only men were citizens. They had emigrated for educational reasons and then promptly decided never to go back; they were still married and happily non-monogamous. Jonathan reported this to his superiors and the others in the Monday meeting without making any recommendations involving foreign affairs.

On Wednesday afternoon Jonathan began to wonder whether his report was premature. Janine informed him that the Lupina Planetary Foreign Office had found a researcher who knew something about the place and had sent her name to the IA Planetary Office. Natasha Karnovska was an anthropologist who specialized in cultural differences and was currently in the planetary capital of Lupina City; she would arrive mid-afternoon. Then Janine invited him to the break room for the midweek fuck party. Jonathan had smiled and agreed and spent a very pleasant hour doing Janine and two other assistants doggy-style, something laughingly known as ‘Viewing the Moons of Lupina’.

At 1300 there was a knock on Jonathan’s doorframe and he looked up to see Janine with an attractive brunette. Surprisingly, she was in a full-length wrap, one that went above her breasts rather than the standard Caradoc style around the waist. “Mister Sawbuck, Doctor Natasha Karnovska.”

Jonathan stood and held out his hand. “Doctor Karnovska, welcome.”

The IA manager was surprised a second time when the anthropologist came around his desk and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you. Call me Natasha.”

“Natasha. Call me Jon.”

“Jon.” She moved back to the front of his desk and waited for her host to motion towards one of the armchairs. She sat down gracefully and crossed her legs. “Thank you for meeting me.”

“I think it’s more that I should be thanking you. You have experience with Vandevar 3?”

She smiled and gave him a wry shrug. “Not precisely, but I hope to help.” When Jonathan gave her a curious glance, she explained, “It’s a difficult culture for a woman to research. We are definitely a second-class demographic. I have supervised male researchers, but under the current environment it would be…counterproductive.”

“Have you heard about the situation we had last Friday?” he asked.

Natasha nodded. “Yes. After your Foreign Office reached out to me, they forwarded me the entire file. I can’t say as anything in it surprised me.”

“What is it with these assholes?” Jonathan asked.

The anthropologist smiled. “Pretty much what you just said. The father and son are assholes. I’m sure I could come up with some scientific terminology, but asshole is pretty comprehensive.”

That caused Jonathan to laugh, which Natasha joined in on.

“And?”, he asked.

She gave another shrug, which did wonders for the cleavage he could glimpse above her wrap. “And they’re assholes, at least by most galactic standards. You touched on some of this in your report, but they’ve managed to come up with their own religion, and it can be almost impossible to shut down a religion. We tried it on Old Earth for a few thousand years and the only really good way to kill of a religion is to kill off everybody who believes it. I don’t think you’re going to be able to sell that to the rest of the galaxy.”

“No, probably not. How did they come up with a religion, for God’s sake.” Jonathan didn’t even think about asking a question involving religion while invoking God. Like almost everybody on Lupina he was monotheistic, but in the vaguest sense. Did he believe in a God? Yes. Did he believe in any form of organized religion? No! He believed in the scientific version of the Big Bang, but somebody had to light the fuse. Beyond that, no, he was not at all religious.

“It dates back to the initial landfall on the planet, about a thousand years ago. Their history reports that there was an unexpected global infection that had about a twenty percent mortality rate…”

“Ouch!” commented Jonathan. That was pretty serious.

Natasha nodded and continued, “…but about a year later a top researcher figured it out and both cured the disease and created an effective vaccine. He was hailed by the entire planet as a miracle worker.”

“Uh…”

“Right. He was also a certified lunatic. He declared himself the boss and the local version of The Almighty He managed to create a theocracy, and it’s still running things.”

“So, what do we do about it?”

Natasha simply shook her head. “No idea. First off, is it all that big a deal? Don’t think I’m not sympathetic to the fate of the family you all rescued, but how often has this happened? From what I was reading in the reports, Lupina hasn’t had more than a handful of immigrants from Vandevar 3. My own research shows that the planet is fairly marginal. There’s not a lot for them to sell and not a lot of foreign exchange. They aren’t exporting all that many people, and the ones who do leave, mostly think they’ve managed to escape once they see the rest of the galaxy.”

“So we simply managed to end up with some true believers who are assholes.”

“There’s a reason we still have casinos in the galaxy. You just got lucky.”

“Fantastic!” groused Jonathan.

“I’ll send a report to the Foreign Office, something to justify the very nice retainer they paid me,” Natasha replied.

They both smiled at that. Jonathan then held up a finger as a message came across his macrolink.

Korona: Just got home. Long day?

He replied: What’s for dinner?

Korona: Spaghetti for dinner. Pussy for dessert!

Jonathan smiled at that: Can I bring somebody home for dinner?

Korona: And dessert? Yes.

Jonathan signed off and turned back to Natasha. “Sorry for that. My wife was just messaging me. Let me ask you, where are you staying in Caradoc?”

“The Foreign Office put me up in the Caradoc House.”

“Oooh! Fancy! I let my wife know I was meeting somebody. Would you care for a home-cooked meal? It’s nothing fancy, but we’re having spaghetti tonight. It probably won’t be as fancy as the Caradoc House, but you won’t be eating alone.”

Natash said, “I don’t want to be inconvenient.”

“Impossible.”

She smiled. “Then that sounds wonderful. Thank you.”

***

Korona heard the front door open and moved from the kitchen to the living room. She saw her husband leading a beautiful woman in a full wrap into the house. “Welcome.”

“Thank you,” said Natasha.

“Korona, this is Natasha Karnovska, Natasha, my wife, Korona.”

Natasha smiled and said, “Thank you for inviting me.”

“You’re quite welcome. It’s nothing fancy, just spaghetti night. Uh, would you be more comfortable if we all wore wraps?” Natasha was wearing a full wrap and Jonathan was still wearing his waist wrap, but Korona was naked, as she normally was at home.

“Oh, no, don’t bother on my account.” She undid the magnetic clasp on her wrap and pulled it off. “I was in Lupina City this morning. It’s a little more conservative in the offices, but otherwise pretty normal after hours.” By that she meant wraps at work and naked at home or out for fun. Both Korona and Jonathan had lived in Lupina City when he was working his way up in the Immigration Assistance Office.

Jonathan took her wrap and folded it and put it on a shelf in the front closet. He removed his own and tossed it inside as well. Both Jonathan and Natasha removed their macrolinks. He yelled down the hall, “Hey, guys, say hello to our guest!” He rolled his eyes at the two women. “It’s even odds that they even acknowledge my presence.”

Natasha laughed. “How old are they?”

“Teenagers. The boys are seventeen and our daughter is fourteen,” answered Korona.

About a minute later Kyle wandered out of the teens’ bedroom. He was naked, sweating slightly, and his softening cock was wet; it was obvious he had been in the middle of some sort of sexual activity. “Hi.”

“Kyle, this is Doctor Karnovska. She’s here to evaluate your poor grades and your decreasing sexual performance. We’ve been hearing reports,” said his father.

Natasha smiled at Korona as the blood rushed from the teen’s face. “Wha…No! I mean…what?”

Natasha laughed. “That was good! I’m going to have to remember that one. Sorry, Kyle, that’s not why I’m here.”

Kyle turned to his father. “That was not funny! I’m not the old fart in the house! I’m not the one needing a doctor!”

“Get your brother and sister.” Jonathan simply shook his head and rolled his eyes.

Rather than go back to the bedroom, Kyle simply turned and yelled, “PAUL! KARINA! GET OUT HERE!”

“Loving the inside voice, Kyle,” said his mother.

The remaining teens came down the hall, and Natasha noticed that Paul’s cock was also wet and red, and that Karina’s pussy was inflamed and aroused. It was obvious the three had been having sex. That wasn’t a problem to her, simply a curiosity. Incest wasn’t an issue in a society with almost perfect birth control and teenage sex was totally normal.

Korona introduced the teens to their visitor and then ordered them to clean up before dinner. “We’re having a salad now and then dinner in a bit.” She put salad plates on the island along with some forks and a bowl of garden salad and then pulled out a baking sheet and a tube of ready-to-bake biscuits from the refrigerator. A pot of spaghetti sauce was simmering on the stove, and another pot for the spaghetti was next to it.

“What can I do to help?” asked Natasha.

“Nothing. You sit at the island and tell me what you do and why Jonathan has you so interested. I mean, other than that you’re sexy and he’s a horndog.”

Natasha laughed. “I’m a cultural anthropologist and he needed some assistance on a recent case.”

Korona looked at her husband. “Is this about that case on Friday, the immigrants from some asshole place?”

“You know about that?” asked Natasha.

“Jon tells me everything, I mean, within reason, and it was on the news vids. Everybody knows about it.”

Jonathan shrugged agreement. Natasha simply answered, “That’s it. I’ve been working with the Foreign Office in Lupina City, and they loaned me out. This is basically over. I’ll write something up and be done with it by the weekend.”

“What’s an anthro-whatever?” asked Kyle, returning to the kitchen.

“Sit. Eat,” interjected his mother.

Natasha responded, “I’m an anthropologist. We study people.”

“Like a historian?”

“Partly. We compare different peoples and societies. What makes them different and what makes them alike.”

“Here on Lupina?”

“Absolutely. Haven’t you ever wondered why people dress differently from province to province and city to city? Clothing was invented on Old Earth to protect humans from the cold, the rain, rough terrain, whatever. So why do they still wear clothing on space stations and orbital environments when there is no weather and the temperature is kept constant? People on orbital stations and systems almost always wear clothing - shorts or pants and shirts - in public but take them off in private. Why? In Lupina City everybody wears wraps in public, and women wear long wraps, but here in Caradoc almost everybody wears short wraps, and in Calic most people run around naked. Same planet, same government, same people, so why the difference?”

“And they pay you to tell them why?”

“No, I’m just saying, people can be different. Why do humans do things differently in different systems? Why are some systems monogamous and others keep love separate from sex? People can be very strange at times. We are an odd species.”

“Huh.”

By then all three teens were sitting around the island and demolishing the salad and Korona had the water heating for the spaghetti. Natasha asked the boys, “So when do you graduate and what are you going to study?”

“Engineering!” announced Kyle.

Paul said, “Science. I want to be on the terraforming project.”

She nodded. “I am guessing that would be geochemistry and geobiology.” She turned back to Kyle. “What kind of engineering?”

“Not sure yet. I’m actually thinking about going to Goldheart for a year and studying orbital engineering.”

“Interesting. Now there’s a fascinating place. A quarter of a billion people in a system without a single inhabitable planet, all of them living in some sort of orbital facility and spread out through an entire star system.”

“Have you ever been there?” asked Korona. “That’s where I’m from.”

“Really? So what made you move to Lupina?”

“I think it was when I walked outside the first day. I came here to go to school, but after I moved to my dorm, I looked out a window and saw people walking around under the sun, I wanted to do that.”

Jonathan knew much of this about his wife, but their children had never heard her talk like this before. They were even more surprised when their guest nodded and said, “And yet you left one artificial environment for a second equally artificial environment.”

“Artificial?”

Natasha smiled. “Isn’t it? You live on a planet that has been at least partially terraformed. You can breathe the air, and the temperature, gravity, and daily period are within normal bounds, but the vegetation outside of the terraformed areas is poisonous and the only reason you can drink the water or swim in it is because of some exquisitely bioengineered vaccines to protect you against anything in the water. You live in dwellings as artificial as a Goldheart orbital habitat…”, she waved a hand at the house, “…ride around in AI directed vehicles, power everything with fusion from hydrogen mined from nearby gas giants, and control the weather. I will grant you, it’s a marvelous place, but it is at least as artificial an environment as any in Goldheart.”

“I’ve never thought of it that way. I suppose that’s true. Still, there’s one thing I can do here that I couldn’t do in Goldheart system.”

“What’s that?”

“I can walk outside at night and make love to my husband, with a warm breeze blowing under the light of the moons. Can’t do that in Goldheart.”

Jonathan chuckled and leaned across the island to kiss his wife. It was Kyle who responded, “Actually, that could be done. No reason you couldn’t create a sealed bioenvironment with grass, a fan blowing heated air and simulated moons moving across a projected nighttime sky. You could even program it for daytime and have rain showers from sprinkler heads.”

Korona looked at her husband. “It’s true. Romance is dead.”

Natasha laughed. “They probably do that already. What you like about Lupina, the seeming freedom and constant change, will terrify some people. They love the predictability and constancy of an orbital environment. It’s like I said, we are an odd species.” She looked at Karina, “So what do you plan to do when you are out of school?”

“Erection tester!”

The three adults looked at each other curiously. Her father said, “What…”

“Well, suppose Amberforth Pharmaceuticals develops a new aphrodisiac that will make men’s erections firmer and longer lasting. Somebody will need to test those erections, right?” Everybody began to groan. “And what if somebody over at Caradoc University invents a pill to make penises bigger and better? I’m going to start a company where I can test them and give independent results!”

“So your job is going to be to lay on a bed and let guys fuck you and then you’re going to rate them?” asked Paul incredulously.

Kyle added, “How is that any different than what you do in your off time?”

“Yeah, but I’ll get paid for it!”

Rolls began to be thrown at Karina as she laughed at her family.

“Korona, what do you do?” asked Natasha.

“I teach school, the pre-teen grades. It’s actually very convenient. It’s only a fifteen-minute walk to Holman Avenue.”

“Pre-teen? Why that age group? Just curious.”

Korona looked at her children and drily answered, “They still listen to you at that age. Any older than that and they start thinking they’re smarter than you.” The three teenagers laughed at that.

After dinner the teens headed back to their room, explaining they were working on a dance routine. Korona led their guest to the family room, with Jonathan following. She seated Natasha in the center of the couch and then sat on her right. Jonathan sat on her left. Korona said, “After dinner, we usually watch the news, but we spent so much time talking the news is over. We can watch something else if you want. Or not.”

Natasha smiled. “Or not?”

Jonathan smiled back. “Or we can not watch the holovid and do something else.” He placed his right hand on her left thigh and squeezed gently.

“That sounds even more interesting.” Natasha moved her left hand to his thigh and her right hand to Korona’s.

That was permission enough for the fun and games to begin. Korona bent down and began licking and sucking the anthropologist’s substantial tits. Meanwhile Jonathan moved his fingers from her thigh northward, to her pussy, which was bare, aroused, and very wet. Natasha gasped and began fisting her host’s cock. It was going to be a very good night!

Chapter 4 - Learning

Karina looked in the full-length mirror in the dressing room. She couldn’t believe this was really happening. She had been a virgin less than a year ago and now was getting ready to take part in the premier amateur sex contest in Caradoc. Her brothers were there with her, but they were three years older; it probably didn’t mean as much to them. To her, it was pretty amazing, and most amazing of all - she had been so scared of popping her cherry!

***

Ten Months Earlier

“Mom?”

Korona looked over at her daughter. She had just turned fourteen and looked so young, but also so beautiful. She was going to be a real heartbreaker once she grew up a little bit more. She looked like her mother, but Korona wasn’t sure if she was going to be as tall or as buxom as she was. “Yes, honey.”

“Uh…”

“What?”

“Whatissexlike?” came tumbling out in almost a single syllable.

“Excuse me?” Korona almost didn’t recognize what Karina was asking. What was sex like?

Karina took a deep breath and repeated her question at a slower pace. “What is sex like?”

Her mother blinked at that. How did she answer a question that was, in a way, the toughest question in human history? Maybe she could defer the question. “Uh…why?”

“Well, this Friday I’ve been invited to a party after school at Jenny Mathin’s and she said it was going to be a grownup sort of party.” She noticed her mother eyeing her curiously and she added, “Everybody would be having sex.”

“Oh!” Korona remembered those days back in Goldheart. People might not have been running around half naked, but they were having just as much sex as they did on Lupina. She smiled as she thought of the first party she’d attended. She had been a virgin at the beginning and an expert at the end! Still, as a teacher she knew that some teens were more nervous than others. Time to ask a few questions. “Karina, can I ask you how much you’ve done?”

Her daughter blushed and stammered. “Uh…” Karina couldn’t say what she had done already.

“Would you prefer talking to your father?”

“NO!”

“Okay. What about one of your teachers or somebody else”

Karina thought about that. “Uh, maybe.”

Korona nodded. “Have you heard about the mentorship program at school. Some students are like you, a little nervous about their first time. Some aren’t…”

“Like Paul and Kyle!”

“…like Paul and Kyle.” She knew her sons had been very eager to learn, and not at all nervous. “However, some boys are as nervous as some girls. Give me a minute.”

Korona tapped her macrolink and linked to the school’s site. She remembered learning about a mentorship program that the school offered to help kids learn about adult topics when they felt uneasy about talking to a family member or teacher. Their fellow students were hardly the most accurate or reliable sources of information. There was a list of possible adult mentors, and as she looked down the list, she recognized a pair of names, Johan and Mary Tannhauser. They were a few years older than she and Jonathan, maybe sixty years old, barely middle-aged in a society where the average life span was over one-forty. They were very pleasant and pleasantly sexy. They had partied with them once after a school event for the boys and she thought they might be good teachers for her nervous daughter.

Korona turned back to Karina. “How about I make a phone call to somebody your father and I know. They are very nice people and might just be able to answer all your questions.” Karina eyed her mother, who continued, “Sex is wonderful and it’s a very important part of life. I want you to enjoy sex as much as I do, and I enjoy it a lot!”

Karina giggled at that. “I know! I’ve seen and heard you and Dad going at it!”

Korona laughed at that. “Very true. So, the question is, would you like some answers to your questions? I can promise they won’t tell us what you asked them, or what they answered.”

Karina nodded. “Uh, sure.”

“Okay. Let me make a few calls and sort this out.”

“Thanks, Mom!” Karina hugged her mother and went to her bedroom. She had the small bedroom, and her twin brothers shared the large one.

Korona sent a message to the Tannhausers asking if they were still involved in the mentorship program and if they might be interested in helping her daughter. Later that evening, after dinner, they called and answered yes to both questions. Korona told her daughter to come home after school on Friday; if anybody asked why she couldn’t go to the party she was to explain she had a family obligation.

Then she told Jonathan what had transpired. He had a good laugh and agreed to his wife’s plan. Then they spent a very enjoyable evening telling each other and demonstrating how they had learned about sex.

That Friday, Karina came home on the school autobus by herself. Korona had already checked, and her sons would be at their own school afterparty. She told Karina to clean up and then took her in their autovan to the Tannhauser’s home. They got out and went up the walkway to the house. Mary Tannhauser answered the door. “Korona! So good to see you again!”

“Mary! Thank you! This is our daughter, Karina.”

“Well, come in, come in. Johan and I were looking forward to meeting you. You are just the spitting image of your mother. Come in!” She held the door open and stepped aside.

Whatever Karina was expecting didn’t happen right away. Both she and her mother were wearing typical outdoor wear of short wraps and slip-on shoes. So was Mary, though she was barefoot, and Johan was wearing a wrap when he came in a few minutes later. Nobody was talking about sex at all; instead they all sat around the kitchen island and drank iced tea.

Then Korona stood. “I need to get home. No kids tonight, so Jon and I are going out to dinner.”

“Sounds nice,” commented Mary. “Where are you going?”

“Anthony’s, down on the Riverwalk.” The Riverwalk was aptly named, since it was a very upscale restaurant, nightclub, and park area along the Dravid River, cutting through a very nice section of Caradoc. The river wasn’t all that big, but for several kilometers there were walkways on both banks of the river, pedestrian bridges every few hundred meters, and water taxis that crisscrossed between the banks, and went up and down the river.

“Very nice!” said Johan. “Mary and I went there last year. Lots of places to go after dinner. Anthony’s also has a very nice lounge for relaxing after dinner, too.” He waggled his eyebrows.

That went over Karina’s head, but Korona smiled and nodded. The Riverwalk had lots of public benches and private alcoves suitable for after-dinner and after-drink romantic interludes, or just plain sex! Korona was going to dress up and enjoy her night out without the kids!

***

“So, Karina, your mom said you were a bit nervous about what would happen tonight if you went to the party at school?” said Mary. Johan had wandered off to the back of the house, where they could hear him puttering around. “What are you up to, babe?” yelled Mary.

He yelled back, “Prepping for dinner!”

Mary nodded and said, “We’re doing barbecued hamburgers. Is that okay? Your mom said that was okay with you.”

“Sure.”

“Good. So, the party?”

Karina nodded. She felt very comfortable with Mary, though she was happy Johan wasn’t around. “Did Mom tell you why?”

“Why don’t you explain it to me.”

“Well, there’s a party tonight and I was told I was sort of expected to have sex. I just haven’t done that before.”

“That’s what your mom told me. So, ask away. Johan will stay away until we tell him to come back in. Mind if I get more comfortable?” With that, Mary stood up and undid the magnetic clasp on her waist wrap, tossing it to the side. She was about Karina’s mom’s height, though without her big tits; she was more of an average size.

Karina nodded and took her wrap off, putting it next to Mary’s. “So, I don’t know. Everybody says it’s so great, but nobody can tell me why!”

Mary laughed. “Alright. Let’s start with what you’ve done already. Tell me exactly what you have done so far and with who? Guys? Girls? Both? Tell me everything! No judgments! Believe me, I have done it all!”

Karina smiled and nodded. “Okay.” She shrugged. “Nothing with guys, but I’ve seen stuff, simply because I have two brothers and a father. I’ve seen my parents…uh, making love…”

“Fucking their brains out,” said Mary.

“…yeah, that, too. Anyway, I’ve never done anything with boys.”

“That implies you have done something with girls.”

Karina blushed. “Uh…” Mary raised an eyebrow, and the teen continued, “Yes, I’ve kissed a few girls, friends, to practice kissing.” Mary laughed and Karina said, “Well, how am I supposed to learn how to kiss!”

Mary laughed even louder. “Oh, God, that is funny! That’s how we all learn how to kiss! So did I and so did your mother! Trust me!”

“Oh. So, anyway, a few of us have done some practicing.”

“Practicing kissing or did things get a little more involved?”. When Karina gave a confused look, Mary asked, “Was there any touching or licking or playing?”

Karina nodded in understanding. “Yes, we did. Not all of us, but some of us. Janey, we were at her house once, and she had a vibrator, you know, and another time Makala didn’t just kiss me, but she also sucked my nipples.”

“Has anybody ever touched or kissed your pussy?”

The young girl blushed and simply nodded.

Mary grinned. “And did you like it?”

Karina blushed even more, but she quietly said, “Yes.”

“Good! Honesty is the way to deal with this sort of thing. Don’t worry. You know what this makes you?”

“What?”

“Normal!” She turned towards the patio door to the back yard. “We ready yet?”

“We can start!” responded Johan. Though it sounded impromptu, Mary and Johan were working off a script they had practiced ahead of time.

Mary got off her barstool and went to the refrigerator; Karina followed. “How can I help?”

Mary handed the girl a platter of hamburgers. “Take these out to Johan. There’s one each, but if you want a second, I can quickly thaw one out. We have some cole slaw and mac salad as well.”

Karina went out the patio door and found her host semi-naked, in that he had taken off his wrap but was now wearing a long apron. When she saw him, he said, “Trust me! You don’t want to get anything spattering on you without an apron.” Karina blushed and nodded. He took the plate of burgers and pointed her towards a picnic table. “We’ll set things up there and eat out here.”

“I’ll go help Mary.” Johan nodded and smiled. He turned back to the grill and put the burgers on.

Mary came out next, carrying some plates and silverware. “I put some stuff on the island; just grab it and bring it out.”

“Got it!”

Karina figured it out and brought a pair of platters out and Mary took them out of her hands. She joined Mary at the table, and they sat and talked while Johan cooked the burgers. Nothing sexual was discussed; instead they talked about school and the weather.

After dinner, things changed. Karina helped the Tannhausers bring in the dishes and only then noticed that Johan had stripped off his apron and was as naked as Karina and Mary. Johan sat down in an armchair, but Mary held her hand out to the teen. “Come with me. Let me show you our bedroom.” Karina followed though she glanced back at Johan, who stayed seated. Once in the bedroom, Mary said, “First things first. Do you need to use the bathroom? It’s right in there.” She pointed at the master bathroom. “It’s always important to clean up before anything sexual. I’m not saying you need a shower before kissing somebody but clean and fresh is always nice. If I want Johan to be clean, he probably wants the same for me.”

That made sense to Karina. She used the toilet and took extra care cleaning up afterwards. When she returned to the bedroom, she found that Mary had stripped the top sheet off the bed. “I don’t know about your parents, but while we often have sex in the living room, most of the time it’s in our bedroom.”

Karina nodded. “I think it’s the same for Mom and Dad, though I know Mom likes doing it out in the back yard or in the pool.”

“That can be fun. Anyway, in addition to the bed, we have some other fun stuff here.” She opened her nightstand and pulled some things out. “These are vibrators and dildos. Have you ever seen these sorts of things?”

“Katie has a vibrator, and she showed it to us once. She even turned it on and showed how it could go inside her pussy.” She blushed and grinned. “We all tried it after that.”

“There are all types and sizes. There are even remote-control models that you can put inside yourself and then your boyfriend can operate them by his macrolink.”

“Wow!”

Mary held up a small squeeze bottle. “This is lubricant. Sometimes you need some extra moisture to get ready. Guys need it, too.” Karina looked confused at that, and Mary explained, “When a guy is stroking his cock, sometimes he needs some lotion.” It was obvious the girl didn’t understand, so Mary called out, “Honey, you want to come in, please?”

Johan came into the bedroom. “Is it that time?” he asked. Karina noticed that Johan’s penis was hanging between his legs, still limp but slowly inflating.

“Basically. Let me clean some of this up first and then you need to get on the bed with us.” Mary tossed the sex toys back in her nightstand but left the squeeze bottle out. “Now you get on the bed between us.” She moved away from Karina, who also moved to make room for Johan.

Johan crawled in between them and twisted so that he was laying on his back. By then Karina noticed that his cock was fully erect, and though a few centimeters short of her father’s, it also looked a little thicker. Also, like her father, Johan’s cock and balls were shaved. He twisted his face and kissed his wife, and then he turned to face Karina. He kissed her on the forehead. “How can I help?” he asked, smiling.

“Karina wanted to see what lubricant was used for and I volunteered you.”

“Got it, I’m a volunteer for science.”

Mary popped the top of the squeeze bottle and drizzled some lube on her husband’s cock. She quickly wrapped her hand around it and began stroking him. Johan groaned happily. “The lube keeps Johan’s cock from getting chafed.” Mary looked at Karina and said, “Time for a quick anatomy lesson, and not what they teach you in Health class!” She gave Karina a very intimate lesson, pointing out all the critical parts of an uncircumcised cock and the balls beneath it. Meanwhile Johan enjoyed the hand job his wife was providing. “Now, this is very important. A guy’s balls can be very sensitive, as in painfully sensitive. You have to be careful then.”

“So, how do you know how sensitive they are?”

Mary smiled and replied, “You ask. You have to talk to each other, ask what they like and don’t like, ask what they want you to do.” Karina still didn’t understand, so Mary continued, “Oh, baby, I want to make it good for you. I want to make you feel so good. Do you want me to play with your balls? Do you want me to lick and suck your balls? Oh, baby, what can I do to make you cum so good?” Then she grinned and said, “See? Just ask the guy what he wants. Trust me! He’ll be happy to tell you! Now, you ask.”

Karina looked at Johan, who had turned his face towards her, a big grin on his face. “Uh, can I touch your…uh…balls?”

“Please, just be careful. Be gentle. It is one of the most sensitive parts of a man’s body. Some guys can’t take even a fingertip touching them when they get aroused. Others like to have a woman play with them and even squeezing them. I’m somewhere in between. You can cup them and rub them gently,” he answered.

Mary grabbed the lube and drizzled some in Karina’s hand. “Now just rub his balls gently. Between you rubbing his balls and me stroking his cock, I bet we can get a very positive reaction.”

Karina reached between Johan’s widespread legs and very carefully touched his ballsac. Mary returned to stroking his cock, and Johan moaned happily. Mary sped up her hand action, which her protégé found fascinating. Johan’s hip began lifting off the bed, and then he suddenly groaned and collapsed as a white goo began spurting out of his cockhead. It landed on his chest as Johan smiled and got his breathing under control. “That was very nice!” he told them.

Mary looked at Karina. “Part of sex is using all five of your senses. Sight - You watch your partner, see what excites them, what arouses them, what happens to them. Sound - Listen to them, ask questions and listen to the answers, hear their enjoyment. Touch - You were just touching a man in his most intimate place, a place he was trusting you with. Scent - Can you smell that? There’s a special smell to sex. You can smell your own pussy juice, but that other smell, that’s his cum. And finally, there’s Taste.” She reached out and scooped up a glob of her husband’s cum, which she licked off her finger. “Ummm, yum! Here, try.” She took another fingerful and put it to Karina’s lips.

The teen had no choice but to lick the finger. The taste was bland, a touch salty and a touch sweet, but otherwise mild. None of her friends had said anything about the taste, but it was okay. “Huh,” she said.

Mary smiled. “It tastes even better direct from the source.” Karina watched as Mary leaned down and began licking Johan’s cock.