A pleasant awakening and a bit of a shock...

Your awakening from sleep feels like slowly surfacing from beneath deep dark waters. Your senses slowly return to you with hazy flashes of memory from last night. Had it all been some kind of crazy sex dream? Surely you hadn't ended your first day in college by holding a dorm-room party where you had drank some mad potion that transformed your penis and fucked three unbelievably hot Fae girls into sexual oblivion?

The soft sound of pop-music reaches your ears and you feel an unexpected but pleasant warmth in your groin. Opening dull eyes and lifting a heavy head you look down bringing into focus the sight of a head of lustrous blue curly hair bobbing up and down over your morning wood. Who was this..? Oh yeah, the Pixie; Ariella.

“Ummm, good morning?” You manage to croak uncertainly. Ariella looks up from slurping on your cock, pulling her bright beautiful hair aside to smile up at you from around her mouthful but then returns to her work with a happy moan of pleasure.

“Good morning, Lover” comes another soft voice from the kitchenette and you see it's Lily, Paphia's swimmer friend grinning sultrily at you from behind the small counter-top sipping at a glass of water. Your bleary eyes widen as you see that she is completely and gloriously naked! If it weren't for the Pixie's head in your lap you probably would have leaped six feet off the couch in shock, instead you cough and then gasp as Ariella's soft hands begin to stroke gently at the bottom of your shaft.

Lily certainly doesn't look like a girl who spent the night being fucked **** on your floor. Her long platinum hair cascades long and silken across her bare shoulders and down her back as though just styled, her inhumanly beautiful face is unlined and radiant, her sea-blue eyes bright and sparkling. Her whole naked body seems to glow with healthy vitality, her perfect golden tanned skin not showing any wear after the rigors of the night before.

You feel your cock thob a little harder in Ariella's grasp as you drink in the whole incredible sight of her again. Her softly muscled arms, the humongous tits sitting high and proud on her chest but wait; they were smaller than they had been last night – no longer bigger than her head but still not back to their original winter-melon size. Perhaps the potion was wearing off... you wished you could see the rest of her but that damned counter was in the way.

“Where's Paphia?” You ask then groan as the Pixie in your lap slurps more of your aching shaft down into her warm throat.

“Out.” Lily says, smiling wickedly as you squirm under her hungry gaze on the couch, “You know there isn't any food in your room, don't you? She went to find us all some breakfast, then Airella decided that she couldn't wait for hers.”

“I didn't really have time to shop yester- Oh god!”

Your words are cut short as the young Pixie's slick tongue seems to wrap itself around your shaft as she sucks and apparently inhales your cock all the way down her throat until her full ruby lips are kissing the skin at the base of it.

“She is good isn't she? All the common Fae are outrageous sluts, not that the rest of us aren't also sluts but I hear that Pixies are particularly good when it comes to straight-out fucking.” Says the mermaid leaning forward and resting her elbows on the counter, her breasts pressing down against the top and bulging out from between her arms. “I think she is extra excited this morning though... after last night.”

Her eyes sparkle mischievously at you from beneath her long luxurious lashes and you feel yourself flush again at the memories of the chaotic night before. Lily just giggles at your expression.

“Come now, don't be coy. You used a charm or potion last night didn't you?” She asks, flashing you a conspiratorial smile and stroking a long strand of shining hair between her delicate fingertips.

“I think... Mike might have spiked the drinks. I don't know exactly what with.” You reply nervously, well it was true after-all. The Pixie's head has begun bobbing up and down again making your left leg twitch involuntarily as she face-fucks herself on your steely manhood.

“Mixing **** and strange potions, that's never a good idea. It didn't go so well for him...” she says with mock disapproval then eyes the shamrock pendant dangling around your neck, “...lucky for you though, wasn't it? Lucky for all the rest of us, I think.”

The point she is making isn't lost on you but you are also more than a little distracted Ariella's sucking and slurping at your shaft finally brings you to climax.

“Lucky... lucky...” you gasp in agreement then groan and grip great handfuls of the Pixie's soft blue hair to cram her face down hard into your lap. Your balls throb, pulse and then release a flood of searing ecstasy up your fleshy rod to explode straight down the sexy Fae's throat.

Ariella lets out a guttural groan of pleasure as you launch load after thick load of cum straight down into her waiting belly, her soft lips and hot tongue working themselves around your pole as though milking you for every last drop. You shudder in release and your hips jerk as the last few bursts leave you utterly sated with an unusually warm after-glow and a silly smile on your happy face. With a big sigh you decide that despite whatever happened last night – this was the main reason you came to a big city college.

The gorgeous creature kneeling between your knees gives your cock a few final loving sucks and then pulls her head back letting it slip gently from between her full lips to rest heavily against the stained couch cushion. You blink down at it, your head is still swimming a little just after cumming but it looks as though it's still at least ten inches long as it begins to soften. Not moving on it's own though, that's an improvement you think.

“Enjoy your breakfast?” Lily asks Ariella who throws her hair back out of her face and smiles like at cat that had gotten into the cream.

“Very much!” Replies the Pixie with her usual bubbly enthusiasm, getting to her feet. “I could even go back for seconds.”

They both laugh but you just stare up at the naked Pixie as a feeling of horror begins to creep over you....

Arielle was as naked as Lily, having discarded her ruined clothing from the night before. Her skin was still pale and perfect, her breasts deliciously over-swollen and both her hips and ass fuller and rounder than a Brooklyn booty-shaker's but her belly... her belly that had been smooth and flat last night was now full and roundly distended as though she had swallowed a bowling ball!

“Wha... what?!” You cry leaping to your feet at last and pointing a shaking finger at her belly in disbelief. “What's going on? What happened to your belly?!”

Both the Fae women look over at you with gentle puzzled smiles and Lily comes out of the kitchenette to join her Pixie friend in front of you. Her own belly, now visible to you, is swollen too though not as much as Arielle's. She has the distinct bulge of what you would guess is a second trimester pregnancy; bulging far past flat but not as roundly swollen or prominent as her friends. You gape at them both as though you had just been kicked squarely in the balls.

“Why, we're pregnant silly!” Titters the gravid Pixie in amusement, placing one hand lovingly on her stomach and wrapping her other around Lily's tight waist to give her a friendly squeeze. “What did you think? That I had just swallowed a load big enough to make me pop?”

Both inhumanly exquisite women laugh as though nothing were wrong, but you feel like the bottom was falling out of your whole world. How was this possible after just one night? What would your parents say? The thought of bringing not one but two pregnant girls home to the farm after one day in college... wait, what about Paphia?!

“By Titania, he's gone pale as a ghost... are you OK, Baby?”

It's Arielle, a look of concern crossing her face as you drop bonelessly back onto the couch and cradle your head in your hands, your heart filling with dismay.

“Paphia, what about Paphia?” Is all you can bring yourself to say.

“What about me?” Says a calm friendly voice from the doorway.