Only the life-support machines in the cryo-tube holds were active in their daily routines, governed by the A.I.. The Haven was a masterpiece of technology, a perfect machine for the dangerous business of colonizing new worlds. The bridge of the vessel was centrally forward to the engineering section, nestled in the bottom curve · Tishara was beautiful by human and even alien standards. Each of her breasts were evenly tanned and revealed no hint that she had ever worn a bikini in her life. · She changed her rhythm and began fucking him with special, embellished movements. Her hips swayed and undulated in simple fluid motions that almost seemed like a dance. The muscles in h ·

Date: Sun, 27 Nov 2005 11:34:20 -0800 (PST) From: Rio Mack <badprose@yahoo.com> Subject: Alien Culture 17 (gay/college) The Alien Culture Project, part 17 By Rio Mack DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex. · My fucking pleasure." Damn, Chance thought to himself, as he watched his beautiful blonde stud work his lean, muscular body on top of him, you look like a cat, all hard, rippling muscles, moving with such fucking grace. ·

Date: Fri, 15 Apr 2005 14:13:40 -0700 (PDT) From: Rio Mack <badprose@yahoo.com> Subject: alien-culture 10 (gay/college) The Alien Culture Project, part 10 by Rio Mack DISCLAIMER: This story contains depictions of gay sex. Chance got to the library, found an empty table, stowed his stuff, · As he described how the segregated boys eagerly took to randy young fucking among each other, he was so worked up he had to stop writing. It was not only a strain to figure out a way to phrase such steamy, hard · This might not be ancient Greece, he thought, but it would sure as hell do till they invented a time machine. Comments welcome badprose@yahoo. ·

A big, hard, huge, fucking machine. He was fucking me, and he was fucking me like a madman. · I could hardly believe it was ME saying the words, it was like, you know, some alien or somethin' had taken over my body, saying all this. "Scotty, I want to watch you fuck my best friend. · His hips started bucking, jerking -- he was so horny from watching all this that he lost control of his body and became this pumping machine jabbing his prick in me. Fucking his enormous boy-meat in my pregnant pussy. Peter wasn't the only one losing control of himself. I thought Jimmy was going to spew as he watched Tina work their dad over. ·

It felt like fucking a pencil sharpener, it's vaginal barrel seeming to have sharp and deep ridges inside it that matched the ridges across her face. A grey slipped a much smaller than last time anal probe up my anus as my hips pumped my · They and the other twenty or thirty humans I saw as my eyes strained to focus and my neck strained to turn as I was being lead over to my first test machine all were as naked as I. The greys motioned for me to lay flat on the table of this scanning device as one of his Seth's fellow "advanced" half-human alien colleagues came over to supervise. The machine made an awful racket as it slid up and down my length a few times and yes I ·

Although Cathy knew none of the alien tongue, she promptly got the message and spread her legs a bit further apart. The crowd below had a full view of Cathy's charms. · All the while, the other alien males took their turns fucking the blond. · While Cathy watched from the railing located adjacent to the butchering machine she couldn't but help feeling sexually aroused. Without thinking, Cathy leaned back against Lord Kyle. · With Cathy's legs still shaking from her latest sexual encounter with her alien master, Cathy dutifully accompanied :Lord Kyle to the butchering machine. Near by, hung the woman's skin. It remained largely intact. One could almost put in on. ·

They looked so alien, jutting out with such a perfect shape, from her otherwise familiar body. Her nipples formed bright rose florets on their top, but they also seemed stretched, unnaturally large upon her. · The fact that she now needed his machine to relieve the pressure in her chest, and standing behind her and pouring his seed down her fucking cunt as she rocked on top of it, her own pleasure eating away at her independence. Before long, Ben realised, being led downstairs twice a day would no longer be sufficient. · Maybe she wished it was his machine that was fucking her. Yet even that seemed too bold. There was something missing, some passive, animalistic acceptanc ·

Date: Thu, 12 May 2005 12:35:48 -0700 (PDT) From: Rio Mack <badprose@yahoo.com> Subject: alien culture 11 (gay/college) DISCLAIMER: This story contains depictions of gay sex. Chance stowed his school materials back at his dorm, then headed for Tran's tailor shop. · Damn, that feels so fucking e-rotic, he laughed to himself. Bet Reed will dig it. · "Fucking sex machine," he mumbled to the mirror, smiling in utter amazement. · Come back later, I fix right." Then she turned the jacket inside out and ran it a few different ways across a sewing machine. Chance was hypnotized watching her. Such a combination of speed and skill. ·

Date: Sun, 11 Sep 2005 15:24:52 -0700 (PDT) From: Rio Mack <badprose@yahoo.com> Subject: Alien Culture 15 (gay/college) The Alien Culture Project, part 15 by Rio Mack DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay sex. After that first glorious fuck, both studs lying spent on the mat together, Wyatt just · Soon he was finger-fucking Wyatt with raunchy relish as their love-making was subsumed in the sensations of pure athletic abandon, total masculine desire. "Oh you fuckin' sweet stud, that finger feels fine as fuck. · " The machine of male desire hummed along. Everything was hard, wet cocks, slurping tongues, pleasured holes, hungry mouths. ·

We said that the next night we would be fucking on some other Earth, some other world. I came so hard that night. I was empty. She had a glow. · I thought the machine was trying to break down. I got up and walked over to the radar. The image became cleared up. · More than your Earth, but less than the alien's. I reached into my overcoat and pulled out a laser pistol. He looked at it. · I dreamed I was in a white room with women fucking my brains out. I dreamed I came over and over again. · I asked her what that meant, remembering the alien in the alleyway. 'ghty'? It means friend. My stomach tightened up. I had not been infected yet, so the aliens had no idea that I was ·