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and neither did he care. He was not sure what had come over him, but he felt wonderful, alive and blissfully happy in his present state of undress. He looked down at his sweaty naked body and saw perfection.
He looked around and was dismayed that there was no-one in sight to worship such a magnificent specimen. A tiny part of his brain was wondering how he could be so hard so soon after the most intense, mind-blowing orgasm he had ever experienced. He felt like he was a walking aphrodisiac, the ultimate nooky magnet, Spanish fly incarnate. If he didn't cum soon and quick he was going to explode.
One hand went quickly to his cock and he started pumping furiously, soon drenching his body in sweat and his hand in strangely greenish fluid that dripped from the bulbous head of his penis. After a good half hour workout during which he had to swap hands three or four times when cramping set in, he had come explosively twice, his seed flying to the four points of the compass and coating the surrounding flora, and yet was still unsatisfied, his cock as rigid as before.
His stomach started rumbling, reminding him that he had not eaten in hours or was it days. Time seemed to have no meaning anymore. He had had more sex in the last twenty four hours than the previous ten years and would need to replenish his energy if he wanted to stay upright long enough to find someone to fuck him senseless. There had to be hikers or bushwalkers out here somewhere, Mulder thought, recalling hundreds of case files of people going missing in woods all over the country.
He wandered up hill and over dale, pausing only long enough to eat, drink and jerk himself off, which he did frequently, leaving a trail of sweet, fluorescent green semen that caused anything that lived and breathed in a five mile circle to go into a maddening sexual frenzy.
Only when he encountered a nasty patch of poison ivy and stinging nettles, did Mulder give any thought to covering his well endowed privates. Luckily close by were giant palm fronds and thin, but strong vine. Out of these he fashioned a sort of loin cloth and secured it around his waist, the furry underside of the leaves playing across his arse and cock, pleasuring him as he walked. At the base of a tall, ancient looking tree he found a scavenged raccoon hide that some predator had gutted and cleaned out. He put it on his head and the tail tickled his neck as it swung to and fro. He whistled happily as he trekked, munching on the various fruits and nuts and seeds that he came across. For the first time since he had been ditched by the Mighty Morphin' Alien Bounty Hunter, he was at peace, the continual stimulation on his genitals taking the edge of his formally insatiable urges.
He never heard the rustle of leaves and the snapping of branches that foreshadowed a small being plowing into him and knocking him to the ground, his nose just an inch away from an enormous pile of mushy droppings. He managed to roll away in time, his attacker straddling his chest, two large brown eyes peering out from a dirt-caked face that looked strangely familiar. Waist length, matted brown hair framed a slender body that was weathered and tanned from a life-time outdoors. Large, perky breasts swung above his face, tantalizingly close, a temptation to good to ignore. Mulder lifted his head and flicked his tongue at the left breast, zeroing in on the nipple, sucking and nibbling and nuzzling it until it was hard between his teeth. He almost gagged when he tasted sweet milk drip onto his probing tongue, but the taste ignited his appetite and he begun suckling in earnest, the life giving liquid growing from a trickle to a flood. He had never tasted anything so wonderful in his entire life and he wanted to remain in this position forever.
He felt a cool breeze play across his cock and balls as his loin-cloth was ripped off. Long slim fingers fondled his sac and stroked his cock, building in intensity until he was writhing on the ground and it seemed there were hands and fingers everywhere, on his legs and feet, his chest and stomach, his arse and back, his face and throat. It was an amazing massage, sensual and relaxing and invigorating all at the same time. He heard a number of voices, though no recognizable words just grunts and groans and curious chirps and whistles. It was like a symphony, totally harmonious that seemed to come from the very forest itself.
He tried to open his eyes, but they were held closed with soft, wet kisses and he accepted his temporary blindness, allowing his other senses to take over. His 'coon hat was lifted from his head and trailed over his body, the fur rough and prickly when dragged up his sensitized skin, only to change to soft and velvety when rubbed in the opposite direction.
The flow of milk gradually eased back to a trickle and he cried out when the breast was removed from his mouth. It was soon replaced with something thick and hard that also spurted sweet tasting fluid deep down his throat, with powerful thrusts that forced his jaws to their absolute limit so that he barely avoided choking.
He felt his legs lifted and separated around a large mass of muscle that settled between his thighs. Masses of wiry hair brushed against his balls and callused hands forced his knees even wider apart, exposing his anus for all too see, to poke and prod, before an authoritative growl rumbled through the cooling air. He managed to open dazed eyes long enough to see his next partner and he had to blink, to make sure that what his eyes saw was what was really there.
*Oh shit. Big Foot!* He tried to scramble backwards, ignoring the waves of pleasure that surged through him, ignoring the primal, animalistic force that hungered to be taken, to be filled and stretched. He didn't get far, coming up against Big Foot's
younger brother's broad chest where he was held firmly. What he had mistaken for hair was in fact thick fur hides that covered the bodies of all the humanoids that surrounded him and kept him from escaping.
But did he really want to escape? That mysterious green pre-cum was still leaking freely from his cock and all the members of the tribe had had a taste of it in a succession of blowjobs that had lasted all afternoon and had finally left him sated and sexually satisfied. He had fed periodically, either by breast or from the many hands that pushed succulent berries into his sore mouth.
The male that knelt between his legs had the biggest cock Mulder had ever seen. It was at least fourteen inches long and ranged from four inches at the large mushroom-shaped head to a torturous six inches at the flared base. The balls underneath were the size of billiard balls and they pulsed with the pressure of billions of sperm, impatient to start their journey.
The younger male behind Mulder grabbed him under the knees and held him wide open for the alpha male to begin his penetration. Mulder closed his eyes and tried to ignore the pain as the head was forced through his tight ring of muscle with a loud pop. This was no slow seduction like he was used to with Walter and Alex. He was impaled with one vicious thrust that almost tore him in two and should have left him screaming in agony, but instead he felt his arse go tingly and slightly numb. Whatever Brian had released into him acted as a mild muscle relaxant allowing the massive intruder to slide in and out like a well oiled piston, a large swelling rubbing his prostate on each stroke. His own cock was ignored and when he tried to reach out to jerk himself off, his wrists were grabbed and tied with strong vine then secured to a low branch above his head.
He felt the pace and intensity of the thrusts increase and then warm semen was jetting deep inside his bowels over and over for what felt like an eternity.
This procedure was continued over and over, a steady stream of males lining up to take their turn with him. A few fights broke out as patience was worn thin during the long twilight and early evening.
Mulder was shaking with exhaustion from the constant attention his battered, bruised body was receiving. He fell asleep a couple of times only to be woken when another massive cock was forced between cracked, bleeding lips. Countless numbers of females took their pleasure from him as well, mounting his constantly erect cock and riding him like he was the main attraction at a rodeo. And yet, he continued to be aroused, to orgasm again and again, over and over into pussies and cunts and arses and mouths and hands.
*How could he be producing so much semen* he wondered during a brief lapse in the proceedings when the larger males left to gather food. *Thank god* he thought. He was definitely fucked senseless, so much so that he greedily ate whatever was pushed into his mouth.
Squirming bugs and insects along with long, thick juicy worms were all devoured without hesitation. He was held upright and fed large strips of raw, bloody flesh, that settled like lead in his stomach.
A female knelt in front of him and squirted fresh, warm milk into his face, managing to get most of it into his mouth. He could barely stay awake, leaning heavily on the arms of the creature behind him and he was relieved when he was laid down flat on his back.
Mulder heard a chorus of grunts and chirps as the clan argued his fate. He was surprisingly unconcerned about what they might be planning for him, grateful just to rest and recharge his batteries.
Only moments later he was awoken when he felt his arms and legs drawn upwards, wrists and ankles secured to a strong pole. This was quickly lifted off the ground by two of the larger males, and with the rest of the clan following or scouting ahead, he was carried towards an unknown destiny, swinging from side to side, deeper into the jungle and further away from his former life as an FBI agent.
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