| Simulated Love, Part 5 Still exhausted, my girlfriend, our two daughters and I simply opted to keep cuddling for some time. Warmth and softness all around, pleasant conversation was the only possible interruption. "I like those wings", innocently said Anita, our youngest. General purring ensued. "I wish they were real." Emily corrected her, saying "They ARE real! Winged girls are those who had modifications." Anita said nothing, but her quiet cuddling said a lot; she was likely excited at the idea that the girls who played with her might be authorized simulations, like the twins. Emily had other ideas, however... "What if we got wings, too? Would you like that?" I passingly contemplated the idea that Emily might like getting her sister excited; Anita had her eyes wide open, looking her sister in the eyes, as if she feared she might be kidding her. Kim, more level-headed, intervened. "You can't just say it like that, girls. Getting wings is a serious commitment! You can't easily remove them when you get them, and if you do, you'll feel odd for a long time." The girls were quiet for a moment, considering the idea. Their hands seemed to seek each others' backs, where wings would be if they did get them. Anita looked at her older sister pleadingly, imploring her to make their case. "I don't care how hard it is to remove them", Emily finally said, her tone resigned but calm, "I'll keep them. And Anita will, too." Getting my daughters wings was, of course, a pretty big step. The operation was simple enough but, as Kim said, once they were on, getting them off was a lot harder. The girls hadn't had much choice in life-altering decisions so far, so I wasn't sure if they were quite ready for it. On the other hand, seeing my angels with real angel wings was something to which I would quite look forward. "I would like it", I murmured, taking the girls somewhat by surprise. "They WOULD look adorable," added Kim, "but are you sure it's right?" I had problems concentrating. I'm not sure I could managed to say no, even if I wanted to. "I think it's something we will all like. And I think they're ready for it." I didn't really think they were ready; truth be told, I wasn't thinking much. My own little girls, with adorable angel wings. The thought prevailed over any other, and I was secretly hoping Kim was going to make the decision by herself, because my own opinion couldn't be trusted at the time. Kim caressed me gently, her hands putting my mind at ease. Worries flew away, and she said the girls would get wings, instructing the house computer to schedule a meeting for tomorrow. There was much rejoicing, the girls excited as always, but my loving embrace soon forbid them much agitation, instead encouraging them closer, our bodies instinctively getting as close as possible. When we finally got our fill of the embrace, a feat not hastily accomplished, getting dinner ready was suggested. The girls showing some enthusiasm, I got up, leaving them to the caring hands of their more level-headed mother, and quickly put on a nightgown before distractedly heading to the kitchen. Ingredients were unceremoniously selected, a recipe chosen with equal lack of care, and my attention was returned to the family bed, where action had seemingly started without warning. Kim was laying down, her back against a pile of pillows, with Anita's little head between her legs, getting some drinking water from her mommy's pleasure. Her own little love hole was getting rubbed by Emily's, her loving thrusts gentle as ever, enjoying the mutual dampness. Not wanting to be left behind, I knelt over them, my nightdress covering Kim's face fully as she was getting her drink, my hands alternating between her breasts and our daughters' heads, caressing them gently on the cheeks and hair, where love was most welcome. The general excitement soon overcame me, and I bent forward as far as I could; Emily did the same, and we gave each other loving kisses, her hand holding my head close to hers. Encouraged by Kim's tongue, I soon felt the ever-familiar feeling, and let out a loud moan as my juices flowed over my lover, pushing her to her own orgasm, and our daughters' pleasure holes likewise getting drenched. I barely had enough strength to pass a leg back over Kim's head, before resting myself over the three of them, my daughters having quickly found the embrace of their mother as the best place to enjoy the post-orgasmic buzz. Our pussies quietly let out the rest of their juices as we equally silently enjoyed yet another huddle, our bodies massed in every direction, but our love still strong as ever. Having recuperated sufficiently, the kitchen's signal was quick to get us up again. Kim put on her own nightdress, and the soon-to-be angels got their cute pajamas on, their adorable figures barely hidden by the form-fitting softness. Dinner was eaten mostly silently, the day's multiple orgasms having taken a toll on our enthusiasm, and we forewent the usual evening fun for some light entertainment. Some kid's mermaid movie was played, our daughters of course insisting to see the naked version, and I hoped they wouldn't get a fish-tail fetish as well. Much cuddling ensued, as the movie paced itself to our mood, a technology meant to allow the viewers a greater entertainment value. I'm fairly sure the inventors didn't have our family in mind when they created it; making out with one's daughter as a naked mermaid plays with her animated friends is hardly the best way to push a technology forward. As the movie concluded, we let our sleepy selves into bed, our clothed bodies signifying to the computer to skip the usual entertainment phase. A warm blanket was slowly lowered over our cuddling frames, and a soft lullaby played, encouraging us to a restful sleep.
I was awakened, apparently last, by the combined smell of food and the enthusiastic movements of my daughters, showing each other much love, as usual. My arms found their way around their kissing bodies, and I used their tiny figures to wake my mind fully, my subconscious already demanding sex. I put it at ease by pushing my tongue between my daughters' mouths, licking their sweet saliva, but didn't get to enjoy it much, as I jumped in surprise when Kim sneaked her hand under my nightgown and caressed my bare butt, pulling my attention away from our daughters. I encouraged our girls up and to the kitchen table, and we ate breakfast together, with a brief intermission as our daughters insisted they couldn't wait. Little girls' juices were added to the breakfast's recommended fruit ones; nothing out of the ordinary. I quickly cleaned the table while Kim prepared the shower. We enthusiastically jumped in the warm water, numerous soft hands finding numerous occasions to caress naked, wet and slippery bodies as we helped each other get washed. Wanting to thank us for the breakfast's fun, our daughters urged us to let them pleasure us; little tongues made their ways through adult pussies, little fingers finding time to get into tiny holes, and a great time was had by many. When everyone was done, we stepped out to the drying area, our daughters letting their aroused bodies get dried by soft towels and warm air, our hair quickly dried by the absorbing fabric. With the scheduled time for the modifications appointment growing near, we urged our daughters to quickly get dressed up; small clothes were chosen, their tiny shirts demonstrating their comfort with their bodies, and short skirts were put on, barely covering their legs, a small concession we managed to grasp from them. We entered the rail car waiting for us outside, and let our tired bodies relax on the way to the hospital. The meeting with the doctor was short and efficient; she only asked basic questions, making sure were knew what the operation entailed. Satisfied that we did want our daughters to grow pretty angel wings, she led them to the automated modification machine, and I could have sworn she took some pleasure in leading my daughters by their soft, naked shoulders. The next few hours were pretty calm, Kim and I using the rare moment of solitude to take a long walk along scenic areas, something we had problems enjoying with a pair of bundles of energy following us around. We talked long about the decision, and Kim assured me it hadn't been rushed at all. She was ever demonstrating foresight, even when contemplating such personal matters, and was quick to put my mind at ease to enjoy the rest of the walk. We ate a light lunch before being informed of the operation's imminent end. We made our way to the rail car in silence, the short ride likewise wordless, our anticipation almost palpable. Nothing could have quite prepared us for the sight, though. When our two adorable girls got out to greet us, yawning and wiping their eyes as they got up from the sedated operation, our jaws nearly dropped. Having discarded the shirts, now impractical due to the added appendages, tiny bikini tops were now covering their little breasts. My angels looked better than ever, their wings, of the purest white, looking majestic in the otherwise bland hospital space. The doctor and nurse looked at our now properly-called angels with pride and a hint of lust; it occurred to me that the computer likely chose a doctor who was into little angelic girls, and I quietly thanked its foresight. The doctor said they were ready to leave, if we wanted, but that they could stay for some time if we thought they might want to get used to the wings before going out. Kim and I, knowing full well what would happen if we stayed, and suspecting the doctor didn't, told her we would rather stay. The doctor took us to a small bedroom, where our daughters sit themselves on the bed, facing each other and admiring their wings. None of the us could resist the temptation of touching the soft, perfect wings, and we encouraged the doctor to do the same; she tried to hide her interest, but clearly found our daughters even more attractive now. Playfully, Kim and I sat on the bed behind our daughters, our hands stimulating new erogenous areas, sending shivers of pleasure as we found new and interesting ways to make our little girls happy. Kim encouraged our daughters to remove their clothes if they were having trouble getting used to the wings, but our angels really didn't need to be told twice. They quickly removed their tops, letting little relaxed sighs, then Anita remove her skirt and panties as well; Emily seemed a bit surprised, but she went naked as well, and I caught a sight of the doctor blushing, trying to compose herself enough to tell them they didn't need to remove all their clothes, but failing at the sight of our heavenly beauties in their full nakedness. Exchanging knowing sights with Kim, I told the doctor to come enjoy the wings' fluffiness, telling her it surely was among the best she had ever done. Finding no excuse, she finally knelt next to the two girls and let her expert hands appreciate the wings' softness. I kept caressing them, of course, and found many excuses to touch her hands as well. At first she quickly got them away, but soon pretended not to notice, and she let her lust get a bit better hold on her as she started caressing Kim's and my hands. Kim nodded at me and we slipped ourselves behind our lovely doctors; our movements were so fluid and natural, it looked like we had practiced them. Kim placed her face on the doctor's neck as I started caress her soft legs. Our beautiful doctor started breathing heavily, and we didn't need any more encouragement. Her hands left our daughters' wings to grab our own, making her arousal clearly shown; knowing this as a proper sign, we plunged our free hands into the doctor clothes. Our angels, eager to join the game, started to undress their benefactor, and she soon found her clothes lying on the floor, her perfect body exposed for the whole family to admire. Kim and I stepped back a little, letting our daughters take control of the situation, as we slowly undressed, making sure not to miss any of the spectacle. It was rare to see them take such interest in grown-ups other than ourselves, and their enthusiasm was quite apparent; whether they genuinely liked her, or just wanted to express their thanks for giving them such wonderful wings, I didn't know, but they looked quite anxious to get to know their physician's body more personally. I sneaked over to Kim's side, cuddling her as we enjoyed the sight. Now moaning loudly, the doctor seemed to have lost control of her body. Emily had locked her legs with her doctor's, enjoying tribadism to the full capacity of her tiny body. Anita, more reserved, needed some encouragement before getting too excited with a stranger, but she soon found her pussy over the doctor's head, her skillful lips and tongue expertly navigating the little girl's private area. She looked like she had paid very careful attention during the relevant classes, and our little girl soon found herself overwhelmed, her long new wings flapping beautifully out of control. Holding my lover in my arms, I curiously looked at Emily's wings, and sure enough they were showing signs of arousal as well. As her pussy was rubbing against the doctor's, her wings were stretched as far as they could, shivering slightly to the pleasure she was feeling. Their activities soon made the two girls and the woman reach climax. Anita's tongue was sticking out, her eyes rolling up like that time she asked to try a little dildo. Emily was showing slightly more restraint, but certainly wasn't prepared for the doctor's drenching orgasm. Her whole torso was covered in the physician's juices, much more abundant than a regular over-flow modification could give; and from the look of it, more so even than a high-juice mod normally gives. She must have had gone without sex for quite some time, her body accumulating the precious liquid in preparation for the time it would be needed. I couldn't take much more of it, and I dived toward Emily, wrapping my arms around her back on each side of her wings so I could pull her torso closer to my face. I licked and sucked on her precious body's covering fluids, drowning my desire in the doctor's and her own juices, paying no attention to the exhausted doctor watching my girlfriend and youngest daughter making out. I kept drinking the tasty fluids for some time before my daughter, then recovered, started to stroke my hair with her hands. I felt a little body take place next to me, and soon Anita's hand was on my back, distractingly caressing my skin. I felt another touch, softer and clumsier, and soon realized she was trying to caress me with her wing as well. I rolled on my back, pulling Emily over me and getting her to let out a short surprised gasp before giggling, but cut her laughter short when I lustfully put my tongue in her love hole, as deep as I could reach. Not wanting to be left behind, Anita lifted my leg and started scissoring me, her tiny clit rubbing me in the most pleasant ways. Already excited and short an orgasm on my daughters, I soon came myself. It took me a few minutes to put my tongue back in Emily's pussy, and even Anita respectfully slowed down after my orgasm. I could hear the doctor screaming in pleasure just next to me, and I recognized Kim's masterful tongue stroke. However, before I could marvel at her skillful use of lapping, Emily pushed her pussy against my face pleadingly, apparently having regained enough lust to want me to finish what I had started. I lovingly pleasured Emily while taking my legs apart to give Anita an easier time, and soon found myself prey to another rising orgasm. I held back long enough to give Emily her own, then erupted in another juice shower all over Anita's angelic body. Anita wasn't quite done though, and she kept rubbing her fully lubricated body against my leg, the cum flowing down towards myself and the bed. She only needed a slight kiss from her sister to reach the breaking point, however, and she soon found herself convulsed in pleasure, before falling by my side, followed by her sister taking place on the other side. All would have been silent at that point, were it not for the still extremely loud screams of our physician, Kim taking her sweet time bringing her over the top. We laid there, my daughters and I, enjoying the sounds of the skills with which we were all very familiar, until our doctor was brought to an even louder screaming orgasm, which seemed to linger for minutes as my daughters' beloved mother kept lapping the delicious fluids from the ever-flowing doctor's pussy. Breathing loudly, the doctor fell backward, and Kim came to take place between her and the three of us. We relaxed for some time before our daughters' growling bellies forcefully brought us back to reality. Smiling, we quietly got dressed, the doctor still gasping for air; before we went out, Kim confirmed that she would be alright on her own. Giving me a wink, she lead us outside, giving a knowing nod to the nurse on the way out. We found an accepting family restaurant, where we were provided a secluded space to enjoy our meal how we saw fit – which meant, in this particular case, enjoying everyone's meals as well as our daughters seemed to be in a mood for making out. Hands were held and tongues swapped, which made the meal take significantly longer than needed, but we eventually made our way outside, where the first order of business was finding a specialized shop to find more clothes easily worn with wings than just the bikini tops in which my angels were currently parading. Having been taken to such a shop, we found an accommodating saleswoman who accepted to take us to a private area so our daughters could try the clothes on without exposing their tiny breasts for all the world to see – not that they were actually opposed to the idea themselves. The range of clothes available to little girls with wings was astonishing, as if some designers made it their life's work to imagine cherubs wearing their masterpieces. Emily and Anita were running around the private area, where appropriate clothes had been moved for our convenience, and they actually spent most of the time shirtless, often completely naked as they tried out complete ensembles. Kim and I were glad to help them get dressed, but actually spent most of our time picking potential vestment candidates and admiring their thin frames in various forms of undress, lingering our sights a little longer than needed at their naked moments. As time went by, Emily got more curious, and went to explore other parts of our private shopping area, insisting that she was fine with the saleswoman. This left Kim and I to help Anita, more hands than were actually needed, so Kim sat down on the ground, taking her eye level a little under Anita's, and she helped her try on many clothes I was bringing them. Before long, I could see the lust again in Anita's eyes, Kim's hands now making no attempt at hiding the caresses she was so gently supplying our daughter's usually naked body. It was clear that the three of us would need some respite; forgetting any respect for the place we were in, we got ourselves naked and started our fun. Kim was laying down, one hand masterfully teasing our 8 years-old daughter's pleasure hole while Anita was trying to be sensual as she slowly licked her mommy's bare pussy. I knelt over Kim's face, knowing she needed no encouragement to bring me pleasure, and let my hands navigate Anita's wings. It was my first time being able to use my full concentration on her wings while still being pleasured, and the experience was quite invigorating. The softness seemed to send waves of pleasure through me, as if the wings were in phase with my body, and with Kim's century-old skills, I was certainly in good hands. With only soft moans, the three of us were brought to ever higher pleasure; I couldn't help but lean forward and hold my daughter dearly, her perfect wings softly rubbing against my face as my hands slightly pinched her sensitive tits, and we soon all reached a loving orgasm. As usual, we laid down for a while before having enough energy to move much, at which point Kim and I quietly got dressed up; Anita picked a nice shirt with holes in the back and kept it on. We were picking our new clothes, giving the rest to the store's sorting computer when Emily emerged from her ventures, holding many items of clothing and followed by a now brightly blushing saleswoman. The nice lady helped us put the acquisitions on the delivery tray, then waved us goodbye, encouraging us, perhaps a bit pleadingly, to come back again any time we needed her services. We made our way to the rail car and let ourselves be led home, our daughters, all smiles and cuddles, seeming quite exhausted by the day's activities. We quietly got home, and Emily got her new angel nightgown on, the most adorable thing any mother should be able to see, and handed Anita one she had picked for her. Not used to wearing sexy night clothing, Anita blushed a bit and put it on, not commenting at the fact the fabric only covered her from the front, leaving the backside, wings and butt alike, ready to contemplate by inquisitive hands. Without much words, but many giggles, we took place in our bed, four nightdress-wearing girls in a loving embrace. Soft hands lovingly explored softer wings until, exhausted, we fell asleep, one by one, our bodies demanding no more sex for the night. |