"I g-got you, Carrots!" Kryst yells, bouncing on my tongue.

I feel it in the air. Maybe it's my Lightning Reflexes but just like how every movie depicts moving at super speed as bullettime slow motion, time begins to crawl.

For that passing sliver of a micro-second Kryst's back arches in a near circular curve. Kryst trembles, Cinnamon stiffens, and... something passes between them. A snap in the air that's both color and taste. A sound turned inside out. Then, faster than the speed of a forgotten memory, it's gone. Leaving nothing in its wake but a trace of wonder.

Cinnamon relaxes and, two guided strokes later, I die, and am reborn.

I don't know if it's the heightened sensitivity of this elf body, the magic of the fairy, or the fact that I've been teetering on the brink of exploding for nearly an hour, but the orgasm that rips through me is like nothing I've ever felt before. So powerful, it leaves me in near tears.

Kryst is laughing, not maliciously but in a weird disjointed shudder.

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Caught in the throngs of pleasure herself she angrily scrubs her cunt over my tongue like she's trying to get a genie to pop out of it.

When I finally come down from the euphoria like high I realize that I've finally stopped my insistent thrust-guiding of Cinnamon's mouth over my length.

Erotic as the sight of a beautiful, playboy bunny playmate with her mouth fully impaled on me is, an awful feeling of regret twists my stomach. How could I do that? Treat a woman who I adored in that way? The thought rattles me and I lovingly cup Cinnamon's cheek and draw her up. My brain struggles to come up with an apology. Words to express my sorrow, that could somehow erase all the terrible things she must inevitably think of me.

"Cinnamon?" I clear my throat, "Baby? I don't --"

I get no further. Cinnamon, bless her heart, laps at my length, moving her lips to my cock head to shine the knob like it's a centerpiece diamond in a million dollar jewelry display case. The smile on her face is pure bliss and her cute bunny tail wags about in excited, jumping twitches.

"Cinni … that…you? Amazing!" I gasp around a mouthful of Kryst's butt. I'd have liked to have been a more eloquent, but in my current state I think I did pretty damn well. My fingers stroke through her hair and she shoots me that infectious closed eyed coo smile, looking happier than I've ever seen her.

"I know right!" Cinnamon grins.

"I thought you said you were a vegetarian, Carrots." Kryst teases with a laugh.

Cinnamon blushes and giggles in a cute, shy way. A complete contrast to the epic level skill she just demonstrated in sucking me off. She turns her attention to the fairy.

"Kryst! How did you? I mean, sweet spirits! Thank you so much!" Cinnamon shakes her head. "I've seen healers and wizards, but none of them could help me."

"I'm not surprised." Kryst puffs her chest and buzzes her wings. After a wiggle and long exhale sigh she finally extracts herself from my mouth and climbs down off my face. "Detect Magic style spells and curses are not what you needed. Beside those types who are versed in a particular sort of naturalist specialization, a druid, or perhaps a shaman or spiritualist, I doubt any but a Gleam could catch the ethereal wave. And fewer still would have the skill to steer it away."

"And you could do it again? I mean, now that you know what to look for, it should be even easier next time, right?" Cinnamon's hands move to my shaft, already stroking with insistence, pumping life back into its barely diminished length.

"Whoa, whoa." Kryst chuckles. "Let's not go hopping onto Drow danglers just yet." Kryst snaps her fingers and motions to Cinnamon to halt her manhandling. "C'mon. Hands off. Put down the dick, Carrots."

I know you're all excited and worked up but you're already dangerously close to…" Kryst bends her body and lifts her arms up in a semblance of a bunny rabbit pose, even scrunching up her face to simulate buck teeth and a wiggling of her nose, "relapsing."

Cinnamon's lets go of my manhood as if it were a white-hot brand straight out of a forge.

"Sorry." Cinnamon pushes out her bottom lip.

"It's alright." Kryst says, totally ignoring whatever feelings I may have on the matter. "Now you did great. You take instruction really well. Excellent focus and... have you actually had some previous training?

"Training?" Cinnamon's ears cock quizzically.

"Well, whatever." Kryst shrugs, "You might be easier to teach than I previously thought."

Cinnamon beams with the compliment.

"But! I don't think you are ready for a 'bucking' just yet."

Cinnamon visibly droops.

"Chin up, girl. We'll get you there." Kryst shoots her a warm smile. "For now though I have an idea. Lucky for us the boy has got some…" Kryst gives a little full body shake and an eye-rolling back in her head smile, "extremely impressive skills with his tongue."

And since you we good enough to use your mouth on him, I think it's only fair that he reciprocate, don't you?"

Cinnamon's smile gets even brighter, she nods emphatically, and is out of the water and laid back into a similar position to the one that I'd been in faster than two shakes of a bunny rabbits tail.

"Okay, Carrots." Kryst laughs and flutters over next to her "Now we have to be careful with this, alright? This may seem a little weird, but like before, I will need to be on the same sort of crest as you so…"

"I'm okay. You just tell me what you need me to do." Cinnamon nods and shoots a happy closed eyed smile to the fairy. "I trust you, Kryst."

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I see Kryst pause and she clears her throat. "Alright, well…"

"Should I lay down some other way?" Cinnamon asks not noticing the play of emotions on the fairy's face.

"No, you're good, Carrots. Exactly like that is fine. Just, towel off your lower regions a bit. Yeah, that's enough. And spread your legs a little mor-- perfect. Too Tall? Let's have you get in position."

Kryst goes through her various instructions, then motions for me to get down between Cinnamon's legs. In response, Cinnamon, with no need for prompting, eagerly lifts her legs and drapes them over my shoulders. She then looks at me with a bashful smile, a blush on her cheeks as I kneel, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her.

With a buzz of her wings Kryst flutters up and alights on Cinnamon's stomach. A flash of nervousness colors Cinnamon's face for a moment

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but she makes no protest as Kryst walks down to the tiny neat and naturally triangular patch of light brown fur pointing like an arrow at Cinnamon's gorgeous glistening pussy.

Like it's a little bed the fairy lowers herself and I see her idly stroke the chinchilla soft fur like one tends to do when testing a luxuriously comfy carpet. By the look on her face, she is suitably impressed by the delightful, silky smooth texture. After sitting down and wiggling her butt for a moment with a grin, Kryst shuffles her hips lower until she's straddling Cinnamon's clit.

"Before you get started, Too Tall, just give me a few moments." With that Kyst lowers her fingers and I watch as she circles her digits around, pulling her tiny, completely bald pussy lips open, to slowly rub at herself. She leans back, perfectly unashamed at the show she is putting on for me and, in fact, looks directly into my face with an almost challenging smirk as I crouch half a foot away. Licking her lips, her face flushes.

A bit of Kryst's fairy nectar glistens and she reaches lower, collecting and then smearing it all over the spherical bump of Cinnamon's exposed clit.

Cinnamon immediately pants, arching her back she cries out, one hand flying to her breast where she kneads at it, rolling the nipple in her fingers as she bites on her other fist's knuckle.

"Easy, Carrots, I got you, I got you." Kryst whispers. Trembling, her hands stroke Cinnamon's nub like it's a crystal ball. Extracting a few more squirming moans from the excited bunny babe. After a good half a minute of her gentle, nectar coating manipulations Kryst, now finished with her massaging, leans back.

Squeezing her ass back and forth to hide and expose Cinnamon's swollen button the fairy then looks up at me licking her lips and motions me forward with a finger.

Taking the cue I lower my mouth with a smile, looking over the edge of my shades and at both women as my tongue slides from the bottom of Cinnamon's folds to the top of her snatch. At the apex, I spread my tongue over her clit and catch both her and Kryst at the same time…

Sexual Techniques vs Cinnamon + Tongue Tricks Specialization Bonus: Success!

Sexual Techniques vs Kryst + Tongue Tricks Specialization Bonus: Success!

...making each groan and close their eyes in pleasure.

With Kryst positioned as she is, riding Cinnamon mound, it is easy enough for me to latch onto them both and start humming a tune. The vibration must be equally pleasing to each of my ladies because Kryst takes my nose in her hands and bucks her hips upward, while Cinnamon's has a similar reaction, reaching down to hold the sides of my head as she rolls her pussy against my bottom lip.

My tongue dances between them both, never favoring one over the other. I taste Kryst's sweet nectar dribbling over Cinnamon's swollen button. If the tingling delight that it delivers to my tongue is in any way translated to other body parts I feel both a bit sorry for, and jealous of, the absolute rapture that Cinnamon's clit must be feeling.

Kryst thrusting increases in its tempo. Her squeezing, gyrating ass grows more frantic, sliding back and forth above Cinnamon's clit. I watch the ripple of her muscles, feel Cinnamon's thighs shaking on my shoulders.

I don't feel the snap this time, but I hear and see Kryst groan, freeze stock still and then start to shudder. Cinnamon, all her trust well placed in the tiny Gleam stiffens a fraction longer in her throngs of ecstasy and I know that Kryst has stopped Cinni's bunnification two or even three more times before I inch my mouth back, blowing and breathing hotly onto each of them.

Looking up, my eyes lock onto the glorious view of Cinnamon's breasts shifting around. With slow movements that border on reverence, I reach forward and cup the sides of the soft, round mounds of flesh that Cinnamon has now been ignoring.

"That feels s-so good…" She gasps and moans as my hands squeeze and roll the plump orbs around. Cinnamon releases my head and takes my hands in hers, guiding them to be a bit more aggressive in their manipulations. Which I am all too happy to do.

I want nothing more than to stand up and suck on those wondrous passion pillows. But I can't ignore the sight of Kryst's bouncing jubblies a few inches away from my eyes either. I break my lips free from both of their delectable cookies and lower my mouth onto Kryst's, quite bountiful for her size, breasts.

"What are you?! Ohh!" Kryst seems shocked at first but then grins, and lets me continue to have my fun, thrusting her chest upward in invitation. "Yeah, you're a real fuckin melon lover aren't ya, Brantly? You like mine? Think I haven't seen you staring? Go on, ya filthy freak, suck 'em good."

Kryst closes her eyes with a smug grin, moaning as I capitalize on my tongues almost preternatural agility to swirl and tease. Biting gently and suckling on the Barbie sized boobs.

Cinnamon, finally pleased with the movements and pressure on her breasts has again taken my head in her hands. The rolling of her hips has grown more intense, however, until she is steadily grinding her snatch onto my chin.

It's then I recognize my mistake.

In turning my attention to my own self-interests, the worship of the holy boob, I have started to ignore both women's greedy pussies. Luckily, I can think quick on my feet. Or knees, as the case may be.

With much heartache one of my hands lets go of Cinnamon's breasts and I move it between her legs. Her pretty pussy is practically dripping with desire and so with my middle and ring finger extended I ease into her. Cinnamon's muscles instantly tighten and I feel her slick walls attempt to actually pull me in deeper with eager anticipation.

Somehow alerted, Kryst eyes flash open and I see her stare down at my invading digits. Kryst trembles in an increasingly familiar way. A signal that she's keeping a lid on Cinnamon's curse.

Since the fairy doesn't warn me to stop I push in fully, letting my thumb come to rest across Cinnamon's and Kryst's sensitive buttons at the same time.

This was all new to me. Due to not being the smooth-talking Casanova which I now seem to be, my real world… hands-on experience was quite limited. Not one hundred percent, of course, I wasn't a total noob, but if I was being really honest, I'd firmly describe myself as 'beginner' level.

What turns women on? I'd never paid much attention to the men's and women's health magazines clustered at the checkout counters. Each one headlined with those very topics. However, I had done my fair share of online… research.

There were all kinds of ways to improve sexual enjoyment. Different positions, erotic massage, Tantric techniques, domination and submission, bondage and rope play, the lists seem endless. What were the tricks involving fingers? I don't want to do a great job with my mouth then screw it all up by jabbing away like some rank amateur.

Slowing my oral and manual manipulations I concentrate on my time cruising particular sites on the net, trying to remember anything that could improve my performance.

You use Special Ability: Perfect Recall

Time rewinds and I step out of the situation.

No longer in the middle of a fantasy girl three-way, I'm instead sitting in my darkened apartment. Light from my computer screen illuminating my keyboard, the volume on my speakers turned low, I study the web pages and educational 'how-to' pornographic videos that I'd never admit to ever actually watching.

I grin at my discovery and my consciousness slips back fully into the moment.

Cinnamon has released my head again and both her and Kryst are making little insistent moans, perhaps thinking the sudden pause in my manipulations is an attempt to tease them.

"C'mon… damn dirty gasho. What're you doing? Don't stop now." Kryst grunts in protest, becoming a little more vocal in her objections.

"I don't know if you are ready for this." I suck my teeth. Now deliberately teasing them I release Cinnamon's other breast I bring my finger down and playfully rub the fairy's twitching snatch. After collecting a bit of the sticky nectar I reach back up and idly smear Cinnamon's nipple.

"Like y-you could... impress me." Kryst groans, her face flushed with overt nervous anticipation.

Playing it cool I give a nonchalant shrug while Cinnamon writhes under my tweaking fingers.

"Okay, but remember. You asked for it."