A single drop of morning dew dripped from the penis. Or so it would have appeared to their quarry. In fact the object dangling from the tree was a life-like, phallic replica, 8 inches long, hanging suspended from a silken cord to the pine tree. It had been painted a life-like color; that was important to the test subjects.
Or so Professor Cummond had always insisted. The wiry and fit ecology professor hiked up the gentle slope to examine the penis-shaped container. His steely grey eyes scrutinized the clear panel on the back of the simulated dildo.
"Only one quarter volume left, the girls have been busy." He beamed proudly. He turned, his broad chest filling with the fresh, mountain hair as he twitched his thick, but well-groomed bush of a moustache. Though well into his forties, Dr. Cummond had managed to keep a fit and trim figure; essential for the field work he regularly conducted in the hill country.
"I... I've got positive I.D.!" exclaimed a 20-something blond-haired grad student holding up a modified device similar to a megaphone. "That way!" the device made a clicking sound, similar to a Geiger counter as the student pointed to the Southeast. Dr. Cummond smiled knowingly;
"Assume the position, guys. Like I told you; hands at your hips, a non-threatening posture." The Ecologist, and his four well-built students stood in a horizontal line, and unbuckled, unzipped and unbuttoned their pants.
"Did you remember the potion? I hope you took some on the ride up?" he reminded them. Guilty looks flashed across youthful, square-jawed faces as Cummoned waved an empty, plastic bottle with a pharmaceutical label on the front. Hastily, the students fumbled in backpacks for their own stocks of the liquid. The Professor's countenance darkened.
"The Potions of Stamina should be consumed at least 10 minutes in advance, to achieve maximum potency with a minimum of foreplay!" He sternly reminded them. The Doctor's own raging cock, tenting painfully against his rugged blue-jeans attested to his own recent male augmentation. But they were still young and vigorous, if they prepared themselves now, they should be able to perform to satisfaction when-
"Yes! Hear that?" Professor Cummond tilted his ears to the south, as a twittering, tinkling buzz began to fill the air, the Swarm was moments away. Slurping and sucking, the four biology students quickly downed their own potions of Male Stamina. Harvey, a wiry lad whose tall stature just barely kept him from terminal nerd-dom had brought two, just to be sure of the vigor of his performance.
But in the end, it was not the potions that hardened their man-meat when the time was upon them; their own anticipation was enough.
They were wild, free, flying... and naked. Gloriously naked. But the finer details of their bodies were not visible at this distance, so small were the individuals. The pixies buzzed through the skies with a mixture of childlike innocence and whorish depravity. The twisting, flowing, buzzing pixie swarm flooded the skies in a shapeless mass of erotic potential. To the green, golden, and violet eyes of the tiny fae, 5 rigid penises throbbed into view, with a spectrum of colors, though all were relatively close in size. The naked, giggling sprites angled towards the professor; though older, he possesed a vigorous frame of toned muscle under thick body hair. Though slightly balding on the top, there was no doubt as to his raw, sanguine vitality. His steely eyes were at once determined and welcoming, but not so welcome as his hard 8 inches of erect meat.
Swiftly, a tiny pixie with pink hair hovered near the grinning face of a dark-haired, square-jawed student about 19 years of age. Jason had a neatly trimmed goatee, and good musculature from his football days. The pink pixie hovered from face, to 7-inch cock, to face, lightly brushing over the muscles in between.
Tim was a bit chubbier, but he carried a thick layer of beefy sinew beneath his skin, his frame broad and stocky, shoulders and cock tensed with hidden power as three blond-haired pixies buzzed over his auburn-haired head. His rod was among the largest, nearly 9 inches of erect potency.
Which put him on even ground with Lamar, a towering and athletic black male with the stature of an N.B.A. superstar, and an intellect worthy of the Dean's list. His head was shaven bald, his body smooth as an ebony statue.
Leaving only Harvey; his height was almost equal to Lamar's and since his growth spurt he had escaped the 'nerd' label, but his slick-black hair and thick glasses masked a dynamic genius. Though his cock was scarcely more than a mediocre 6 inches.
The Pixies however, seemed utterly delighted by the lot of them. Each of the diminutive fae-creatures resembled an adult, human female, other than the translucent butterfly wings and the pastel hair-colors. But they had the sleek legs, widened hips, and ample bosoms of female models; or porn stars. Except that each was no larger than 6-inches tall.
A green pixie flew in at break-neck speed, aiming at Cummond's cock. She collided with the taut member and immediately wrapped her arms, legs, and torso around the thick shaft. Soon, her sisters followed suit. With ingrained, instinctive cunning, tiny hands caressed the smooth male skin, the legs and hips of the tiny pixies humped against the full-sized human penises in just such a rhythm as to create perfect friction.
"After... all these years... since the Celestial Conjunction..." stammered Jason, his speech stifled by the ecstasy of no less than 5 pixies grinding their tits into his dick. "W-wild pixies have... returned to the Earth!" Dr. Cummond smiled.
"Give yourselves a pat on the back... boys... Human sperm... made it possible... for the pixies to increase their population... ex-exponentially-YAAH!" the green-haired fae was nibbling at the edge of his slit, while her leg was tantalizingly caressing the underside of his organ. The little sprites were experts.
"Wasn't sure... it would be possible..." remarked Harvey, his cock a tangled mass of writhing, slender legs, hips, and boobs, proportioned for 6-inch-tall bodies. "P-pixies... they can only breed... f-females... O-only... X chromosomes can... f-fertilize the adults... But... But... uunngh!" his cheeks reddened, as the randy little faeries began the licking.
"But they survived... just fine..." began Lamar. "'Cause the adults... they'll spread their legs... fer... almost anyone..." He had three pixies fondling his balls, while half a dozen leapt up and down happily upon his rigid, lengthy penis. A blue pixie began to lick his meat vigorously, adding needed lubrication. Soon enough, every penis was slick and slippery, the lusting faeries combining their efforts to achieve maximum stimulation, maximum tantalization.
"No species..." grunted Dr. Cummond "Anywhere in Faerie... can surpass... UUNGH the juvenile pixie in... fellatio... the need... the skill... it's ingrained in them when young. But remember... these are feral pixies; they're highly intelligent... but... YAAAAH they've had no education, no contact with civilization... Pixies... and many fae... are... NNUGNH We call them... R-strategy organisms; they breed rapidly, in great, great numbers. Many young pixies live... in the wilderness... totally outside... human civilization... at this age... they just... just want... CUUUM!!"
Fitting that the professor would be the first one to explode. The green-haired pixie, and one of her sisters with sky-blue hair had latched their faces, and cunts on the ecologists' dick. Their pungent, female juices, combined with the licking, had been enough to layer the academicians' cock with a slippery layer of moist lubricant; easing the faeries' attempts to jerk-off the delirious doctor.
As always, not a drop reached the ground. The green pixie bent her transparent wings, forming a cup, as she deftly and greedily snatched each spurt of milky semen that was within her reach. Not a single sperm wasted as Cummond grunted, swaying on his feet from the lurid, dizzying orgasm. After the blissful eternity of his ejaculation, the pixie's began licking not only their own hands, but a silvery-haired sprite thrust her face directly into the hole at the end of his rod, slurping up every last semem molecule she could; until a blond pixie pulled her off, before the green pixie fought her off for a turn at any and every last lingering taste of creamy ejaculate. Methodically, the pixies licked their wings that caught the semen, and began licking each other.
"P-pay... attention... after the pixies... drink a load of... semen... Notice how they lick each other's bodies," Cummond pointed. "That's not only... to get at any semen still on another's body, it's also bonding behavior; forging emotional links... between pixies within the swarm. But notice..." he gestured at a pink pixie lavishing a silver one with her tongue all throughout her taut belly, into her navel, and down the inside of her thigh. "They get... aroused after a good feeding... they express their sexual... frustration... through lesbian orgies." With a grunt that sounded like a bird chirping, the pink pixie ground her face into her sister's cunt, though no sperm had landed there, gripping the other fae's shapely ass in relentless, sexual desperation.
Lamar howled in ecstasy, trying to speak through his own explosion. "It's... a... YAAAH!" It's a myth that... that pixies need... human semen... to survive... r-right?" he asked. The exact condition of his cock was difficult to gauge, a mass of no less that 20 pixies swirled and struggled in the air around the black student's member, a feeding frenzy of cum.
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