Simulated Love, Part 7

by Anonymous Submitter

I was starting to get used to the feeling of soft, childish wings on my naked flesh in the morning. In front of me, Emily, my oldest daughter, still slept, her dark, perfect skin playing second fiddle to her newly-installed angelic wings, their fluffiness making me ponder if they were maybe more than a simple body modification. In front of her, Anita, her 8-year-old sister, slept peacefully in Emily's arms, her wings wrapped seductively around her older sister's body, the feathered tips losing themselves in the downs at the elder daughter's wings' base. Wrapping her loving arms around both of them was Kim, my lover, who was denied the fluffiest of beds without complaining, ever so willing to sacrifice her own happiness for her daughters'.

Getting up quietly, I used the extra time from waking up first to get the breakfast and table set. Soon enough, my loved ones would wake up, and I took a slightly perverted pleasure at having won from my lover today's chance at making others happy with an already-prepared breakfast.

As the food prepared itself, the cooking machine knowing way better than myself how to make everything perfectly, I went back to sit on a chair, silently watching the web of arms and wings that was my sleeping beauties. A smile, as always, crawled up my face, my instincts telling me that my daughters' and lover's happiness was all that ever mattered.

They eventually woke when the smell of food reached them, Emily and Kim first, Anita needing some encouragement, since having her face on her older sister's chest preventing her from smelling anything but the intoxicating smell of love and lust. As their gazes collectively turned towards me, I casually got up, my back towards them, and stretched a bit, mimicking my daughters' previous day's behavior; my own bat-like wings were extended wide, reaching almost from wall to wall and poking the ceiling. When I knew I had their full attention, I relaxed my wings back to to their tiny, adorable size and batted them a bit, knowing full well the sight was causing quiet squeaks that even my lover couldn't control. I then turned and walked towards them, exaggerating my bottom's naturally waving movement, a gift from the tail I just got, and seductively asked if they wanted anything to eat, insisting on the last word.

I know all three of them got the reference, even our 8-year-old daughter, now a lot less innocent, but with no reduced adorableness. Kim looked flustered by my unusual display of teasing, and I wondered shortly if the instincts that seemed to have been implanted with the wings and tail usage included succubus-like seduction. I silently admonished myself for letting instincts, even unknown instincts, get the better of me, and I gave my family a warm, motherly smile that was quick to bring my daughters closer for a well-deserved hug. I had to fight the desire to let my hands travel down their little bodies to their exposed butts, their night gowns having been selected for easy wing movement leaving the backside fully exposed for all lovers to admire.

A quick happy birthday was wished to Emily, turning 12. No present were needed, unlike in Kim's childhood and, to a lesser extent, my own; our girls had everything they desired, most of it being an ever-loving family. Birthdays nowadays were mostly glorified with promises of taking extra care of the celebrated, our bodies and mind at her disposition even though she knew not to abuse that power.

We made our way to the table, where breakfast was happily ingested between increasingly daring displays of arousal, my daughters having apparently decided that teasing was the be the sport of the day. The little wings flapped around plenty, framing innocent smiles on their innocent faces that made them look like the pure maidens we knew full well they weren't. With so much provocation, the shower that followed the meal was quick to turn into a sexy family event, our daughters kneeling in front of us to give our dripping pussies a good licking while fingering each other lovingly. A great time was had by all, and once again special care needed to be given to my daughters' wings to dry them fully, not that anyone minded the caresses. I was both pleased and disappointed that no such treatment was required for myself, my new leathery wings being quite waterproof and easily enough dried.

Another visit to the flying area was suggested, echoed positively within the whole family, my three lovers eager to see me use my large wings to rival my daughters' gliding. Clothes were again selected within the new acquisitions, and Kim handed me a daringly small shirt and tight shorts from yesterday's required shopping spree. I sheepishly put them on, their shape making it easy to slip both my wings and tail in and reminding me briefly that I had little adorable horns on my head, something I made mental note to bring up next time the mood for love struck.

We spent the car ride cuddling, which delayed the flying as none of us wanted to break up the embrace to get up when we arrived. After the satisfying warmth had spread sufficiently, we slowly got up and walked past the security instructor with a smile, returned warmly as she recognized our daughters; I saw her gaze follow my tailed bottom as I walked past her, and I realized being a simple instructor in a girl-only flying area certainly had many benefits.

Flexing my wings to their full extend, I appreciated for the first time the wind catching in them, wondering if the same feeling would arise when in flight. My daughters gave me a big encouraging hug as I observed others in flight to get a good idea of the motion, and they walked to the jumping pad in front of me, showing me their experience at such a delightful activity. Taking a deep breath, I jumped forward, my wings quickly catching the warm ascending air and molding themselves to the task at hand. Soon enough, I gained a respectable speed, although I soon realized it was significantly less horizontal than desired. Attempting to correct my course only seemed to make matters worse, and I quickly became concious of the fact that I would need the help of the catching robots before I could quite get the hang of it, and that nagging feeling was soon confirmed by a pair of tiny angels giggling as they flew past me in formation, happy as they were to be better than myself at something.

I finally learned the ropes of flying just in time to be caught and brought back up to my waiting, loving girlfriend, and we kissed for a bit as our daughters finished their acrobatics out of our sight. They got dropped next to us and gave us a big hug, appreciating both the familial love and my tightly-covered bottom. I quickly put an end to that and walked back to the jumping site; this time, I was less aggressive in trying to catch the wind, letting the wind flow under my wings. That concept was great for gliding, but it made me lose some initial height compared to my more experienced daughters. Wanting to catch up to them, I inadvertently flapped my wings; to my great surprise, the large and muscular appendages did manage to bring me up, and I was able to rejoin my daughters for some acrobatics. I dove down accidentally more than once, trying to follow their complex maneuvers, but was delighted to see that the size of the wings made them more than capable of flight, in sharp contrast to the gliding wings of my precious children. We flew around for over an hour, jump after jump, our experience and flight time increasing further every time, until we were capable of maintaining some semblance of formation all the way down.

We slowly made our way down to the catcher robots after another jump, and up again to their ever-loving mother. This time, however, instead of jumping behind my daughters, I took their hands in mine and invited them to jump with me. Sure enough, we managed to maintain a good flying posture, and my daughters were once again delighted at the motherly love; I did, however, manage to surprise them when I flapped my wings a few times, pulling them up with me as I gained altitude, something they didn't know was possible. We flew in circle for a time, high above most other girls, my angels behind me, their hair and limbs waving in the wind like my tail behind me.

Taken by a sudden idea, I pulled my daughters back to their mother, where we actually landed, instead of being brought. After easing her mind with a loving kiss, I innocently asked her if she wanted to try gliding with us. Even without wings herself, the argument went, she was in no danger, our daughters and my wings more than capable of supporting her weight and the robots down below were used to harmlessly catching people in free fall. She gave up easily, knowing she couldn't win the argument against all three of us, and we took our flying position; I wrapped my arms lovingly around her, an embrace that actually felt better than the wind against my face, and our darlings each took hold of one of her arms. Just like that, we just down, and our combined flying power did allow us to comfortably glide down. The feel of Kim's warm body, in addition to the caress of the wind on my wings, made me feel more comfortable than I had in a long time. I let out a satisfied moan as I distractedly flapped my wings, and barely noticed when we reached the bottom. I didn't let go of my lover, her warm body being against mine the whole trip back up.

Having flied for hours, it was now time to go back home. Again, much cuddling was had on the ride home, and I instructed my loves to relax, joining them after I distractedly selected the lunch-to-be. There was cuddling, and there was eating, the latter of which incorporating much of the concepts of the former, and we again found ourselves in the large family bed. Emily, using her birthday prerogative, let her hands undress her little sister, making it clear that they were going to make love. Smiling, I directed my attention to Kim, my hands already undressing her to give a good backdrop to our daughters' lovemaking.

Kisses and moans ensued, hands flying from body to body, trying to please as many girls as possible. Soon enough, however, I could see Kim was getting particularly aroused. When Anita started making love to Kim, their little bodies embracing tightly, Kim took place over them, her body kneeling on all four, offering her breasts to Emily's eager mouth. Her bottom was quite exposed to me, and I naturally started caressing it; before I could get much done in that regard, however, she pleaded to me to give her my tail. She was already quite horny, her pussy dripping on top of our amorous daughters, and she looked like she couldn't stand it much longer. Merciful, I placed myself behind her, moved my tail forward between my legs, and let her appreciate its muscular form. She moaned loudly, soon nearly screaming, electrifying our daughters to more vigorous action; Anita was now thrusting at her sister with very little control, her arms, between her sister's shoulders and soft wings, holding Emily close. Emily was sucking on Kim's wet nipple, letting the milk flow from the other with much fondling, arousing Anita to even greater height with its warmth. I held back my desire to touch myself so I could maintain a good rhythm on my lover, who needed it much more than myself; and indeed, her pussy was much wetter than usual, her moans louder and more insistent. This proceeded for a short time before Kim had a shiver, an early near-orgasm letting her body relax a little.

The three of them were moaning loudly at that point, and Anita's body was already wet with milk and juices from Kim's restless body. At some point, Kim seemed to lose strength in her limbs and let her body fall down, her breast now directly in Emily's face, who no longer needed to stretch up reach it; her belly was rubbing against Anita's back in what I could only imagine was a most pleasant sensation. I had a hard time holding back my own lust, the only thing allowing me to continue pleasuring Kim with my tail was the ever-increasing force of my thrusts, demanding all my body could give her. When she finally reached heaven, closely following our daughters' simultaneous orgasm, I let my body fall next to them, my pussy wet from arousal but otherwise unsatisfied. I wanted some relief, but found no strength to seek but cuddles for some time with the three of them, Anita offering me her wings as a warm blanket as usual, to thank me for my love.

The embrace lasted for some time, my heavy breathing calming down but doing little to encourage me to rise again, appreciating as I was of the love I was shown. Finally, after a good, relaxing rest, I heard purring from my lover, who came to invite me up to rest against her; her intentions were quickly made apparent when she immediately started fondling my bare ass some more, making me notice her still-wetting pussy. I chided her childlike lust before getting behind her again. This time, she pleaded for the tail to enter her soft butt, surprising me slightly. However, instead of again moving my tail between my legs, I knelt next to her and moved my tail to the side, having plenty of room to penetrate her cute rear. I took her hand in mine as she again started to lose countenance, and let the love flow freely between us.

At that point, my pussy was dripping wet. I hadn't had any relief since the morning shower's quite welcome cunnilingus and my lust was starting to get the better of me. I didn't need to figure a way to pleasure myself in that position, however, as a little body found itself under me. Emily's tongue started threading the familiar ground between my legs, which immediately made my hand tighten around Kim's; Anita soon took place under my lover's pussy, and the two little angels took us to heaven while they masturbated each other furiously, our arousal getting the better of them. Realizing just how deep my tail was inside Kim's butt, Emily decided to give me a treat of my own, plunging a pair of her fingers in my ass, right under my athletic tail. The sensation, coupled with her tongue, was quite wonderful; I started screaming loudly, the much-needed cure to my lust taking effect quickly, drenching my daughter in as much of my tasty cum as she could possible desire. I soon found myself shivering in an incredible orgasm which lasted for what seemed like an eternity, my daughter's lips and tongue keeping me over the top as my juices kept flowing to her delighted mouth. I soon realized that I had stopped pleasuring my lover's ass with my tail, which had thrust itself as far as she would accept it, taking her to a wicked orgasm, courtesy of the local succubus queen.

I fell down on the bed and rolled to my side to face Kim, whose eyes were closed in delight; my free hand soon joined my first one to hold hers firmly, comforting her as if I was her own mother. Soon enough, however, our daughters had reached their own orgasm, Anita finally stopping licking her mommy, and the two little girls pushed their way between us. I extended my arm to reach under Kim's face, her cheek's softness seeming to melt in my hand's, and Emily came to cuddle her back against my chest, Anita taking place in front of her, each of them resting their tired head on my arm.

And tired they were; they both had reached two incredible orgasms in a short period of time, giving their mothers as much pleasure as their little bodies could supply. Both little girls' cuddling soon turned into restfulness, their breaths calming down until they fell asleep. I didn't know what to make of this until a warm blanket was dropped over us, signifying that the best course of action was to join my family in the land of dreams. I closed my eyes and sighed, which rubbed my bare chest against Emily's wings, weakening my resolve to stay awake even further. I slowly let my eyes close by themselves, subconsciously matching my breath to Emily's slowly rising and lowering wings, until our lovely union brought me completely unconscious.

I was slowly awoken when Emily started making out with her sister, their locked lips giving plenty of room for both tongues to delve into the other's mouth. I let my hand caress Kim's soft cheeks, bringing her happily back to reality so she could enjoy the spectacle as well. Neither of the girls seemed to mind that we were using them for our own enjoyment, our free hands already starting to gently navigate their childish curves, noticing Emily's slightly growing womanhood. The kissing eventually turned into snuggling, then into fondling, which made both girls want more relief. Smiling, I got up and brought my face down to Emily's pussy, Kim doing the same to Anita's, and we both started to savor the love holes, our daughters still giving each others' tongue a good washing.

I was only starting to penetrate my daughter's pussy with my tongue when I got a big surprise; pushing my tongue forward, I realized it reached much further than usual, certainly going nearly as far as the teen-aged darling could take it, forcing from her a surprised and aroused scream, without even getting her lips away from her sister's. I quickly pulled my tongue out and verified its length, and sure enough, the thing now extended to many times its former reach. I puzzled that this was an undocumented feature of the succubus modification before Emily's hand reached to my head and eagerly pulled it closer to her. Her pussy was already wet, her body not knowing the cause of the deep reach, but still demanding more; I obliged, throwing my new tongue deeply into the cherub's welcoming pussy. Even though I was the one pleasuring her, I couldn't help but feel great at the touch. Every brush of my tongue inside her pussy gave nearly as much pleasure to myself as it did to her, her wonderful taste only adding to the sensation, overwhelming my senses quickly. I finished penetrating her little pussy purely on instincts, my practiced oral skills being reinforced by the succubus impulses to snake my tongue around my daughter's pleasure hole as long as she needed to get relief.

Soon enough, both my daughters exploded in orgasm. The taste of childish juices was wonderful, of course, but it surprised me just how much I appreciated it. My mind started to cloud as the taste overwhelmed my heightened senses, and before I knew it, the feeling of well-being spread lower on my body, reaching between my legs and, seeming to caress my clit, forced me into an orgasm of my own.

Not knowing what to do or expect, I let my head rest against the pillow of wings my daughters had supplied by wrapping their angelic features against each other. My mouth was still nearly touching the tiny pussy of my beloved elder daughter, my tongue seeming to lick the delicious juice by itself, bringing more shivers into her tiny exhausted frame. I stopped trying to figure out what had happened and let my body and mind relax; I playfully rolled my tail against Kim's leg, who seemed to enjoy the sensation as she distractedly started to caress the leathery invader. We cuddled for some time again, my body still under the blanket and my head plunged so deep within a fortress of kiddy bellies, fondling arms and snuggling wings that I wondered if I ever could find my way out, or would even manage to try to.

Eventually, however, Anita and Kim managed to get up, encouraged by Emily's unstoppable giggle as I relentlessly kissed her sensitive little belly. We snuggled comfortably and talked for a long while, about nothing in particular, more as an excuse to stay close together than to get anything actually said. Dinner was prepared, eaten and forgotten, when we got a call.

The twins, our favorite six-year-old Asian beauties, had just got up and wanted to see us again. Not wanting to pass an occasion to delight at their particularly precocious bodies, we eagerly accepted and urged them on their way. Snuggling proceeded as normal for the fifteen minutes of their travel, an eternity made shorter by naked distractions all around us.

When the pretty twins came in, they were first surprised by our new look; my angels now had real angel wings, and I had a tail, wings and tiny pink horns that must have made me look adorable. The quickly raced towards our bed when we invited them, discarding their scant clothing on the way, and took their place among us. Emily and Anita turned their back to them, letting their play with their soft wings for some time, and I put forward my tail for them; they seemed to enjoy just grasping it, their dreamy little hands barely big enough to go around it. Soon, however, their mind turned into more animated activities, and I decided I would let myself succumb to this one devilish thought I had.

As casually as I could manage, I ordered the computer to load up a simulation of the twins. Sure enough, a copy of the local pretties appeared and walked towards the originals, kissing them softly. There was no telling whether the girls were kissing their simulated selves or twins, and I'm not sure if it really mattered right now. No doubt they were already planning to take vengeance on me for such a sneaky move, but right now they were busy obeying baser instincts; the simulated twins pushed their fingers in the little girls' pussies, bringing their attentions away from eventual retribution and towards orgasms.

We watched them playing with themselves for some time, fascinated by their precociousness, when Kim had an even meaner idea; "Computer, load the twins once for everyone in this room", she said.

Unquestioning, the computer obeyed, bringing a dozen additional baby girls to the bed, which was starting, for the first time in its busy life, to be pretty full. Soon, my body was covered in prepubescent girls; the original twins seemed to need no more encouragement and our daughters couldn't accommodate more than two each, leaving four girls for each of Kim and myself, more than enough for every sensitive body part. The simulated girls quickly started working on me, eagerly encouraging me on my back so they could take their places, one on each of my breasts, one offering me a tasty immature pussy to lick, and the final one disappearing between my legs, even as she sensually rubbed her little pussy on my tail, something I recognized was a fabrication of the simulation meant to please the audience, as the little girls certainly had no such reflex.

I was more than happy to let baby mouths show me a good time, getting more aroused by their pretty body as they brought me closer to climax. My bliss was broken, however, when Emily, almost crying in unfulfilled desire, pleaded for more girls. Soon enough, she was covered in little girls doing their best to bring her happiness. The whole scene was incredible, my daughter's body and wings were covered in Asian little girls who looked like they couldn't possibly know what sex was, and yet they pleased her to no end, rubbing their wet pussies and soft little hands wherever they thought might please the little girl. The horny screams of pleasure from my darling Emily were more than I could take, and I erupted in drenching orgasm all over the head of the little simulated girl between my legs; sensing I was satisfied, the remaining three girls slowly pushed themselves away from me and went to play with the lucky twin, licking her body wherever my juices had flown. I was left resting peacefully while I watched them dry their sister off, and I heard more screams coming from all around me. First the original twins, trying to hold back their pretty voices as they reached climax, still holding hands; then, Emily and Kim came, almost simultaneously, their loud moans bringing Anita to her own little climax, after which she let her head rest on an little girl's lap while her two most recent lovers stroked her gently.

The scene could have gone for quite some time, but the original girls seemed to finally take offense by it, and ordered their copies removed. They whispered to each others for a bit then, as one, they ordered the computer to load the "loving family", a monicker I was not taking without a fair amount of pride.

From the door walked the four of us, identical save for the missing body modifications. I was wondering which of them I was going to get to play with, when the silliness of the situation struck me; if I wanted to play with my lover or daughters, I could play with them directly. The conclusion meant, of course, that I could only possibly play with my simulated self.

Sure enough, each of the simulations walked to their real counterpart, and I caught in my virtual self's eyes a lust I didn't think I could give myself. She almost dove towards me, rather than just crawl on the bed, and her mouth caught my own expertly; I got the last laugh, however, if that is even possible, because my newly-discovered tongue crawled deep into her mouth, circling her tongue all the way. Everything seemed to make my duplicate hornier, however, and her hands explored my tail furiously, pulling at it sexily, before she went straight to the meat of the encounter, pushing a leg over and under my own and placing her pussy on my own. I couldn't take much of it myself and let the construct in front of me lead me to a very pleasurable encounter as she frantically rubbed her clit and wet pussy against my own, her arms echoing my own in holding each other tightly, even as our mouths explored new ways of playing with my special tongue.

I knew full well pleasing this woman was futile; she was a simulation, meant to arouse me, and yet I couldn't help but try to make her happy. Perhaps I myself gained happiness from trying to please her, but the thought was slowly burrowed to make place for lust to a perfect self. Bringing me to another orgasm in such a short time wasn't easy, however, and we stayed blissfully in our loving embrace for some time before I finally overflowed with my wet juices, the simulation immediately cumming herself to make me enjoy the situation more.

I felt completely silly myself after being taken by my simulation, and I crawled to my closest lover, Emily's little winged body cuddling with her simulated self; she was quite eager to make room for me as I got closer to her, and the simulation shortly pretended to be offended, but didn't insist when it was clear we could tell them apart from the real girls.

The other girls were finishing up quite nicely, Anita on top of her copy, her mouth busying itself on the infantile pussy as her simulation did the same to her; and Kim kneeling down as her fake twin was lovingly thrusting toys in both her love holes, accelerating to give Kim her bliss sooner so she could join the rest of us.

The most beautiful of the scenes, however, was the little twins, both of them quite real, who were sitting in front of each others, their legs intertwined, little fingers pushing into the other's wet holes while they held each other close, their cheeks rubbing together in what seemed the most pleasant way. I brought Emily's attention to the identical lovers, bringing a cute whimper to her cuteness-overloaded system; she let her head rest against my breasts and kept watching the girls until they reached orgasm together in perfect simultaneity.

Everyone being quite done with the simulations, they were dismissed, and Kim encouraged the three youngest girls to come cuddle with the rest of us. I was blessed with the twins cuddling between my legs, their little faces meeting at the lips, comfortably resting against my still-wet pussy as they relaxed. Anita took her favorite spot next to her sister and Kim got a soft bed and blanket of wings while she held her tight.

With four girls on top of me, holding me down, I couldn't possibly think of moving; and when even two of them were removed, as they needed to get home in time for lunch, it was Kim who had to escort them to the door, a long kissing session ensuing between the three of them, ending only at the last second of their free time with us. Kim came to take her place again behind Anita, both our daughters already sound asleep after such an exceptional treatment. We talked softly for some time and I promised to introduce her to this wonderful tongue soon enough, our usual warmed blanket over us keeping us from wanting to move anywhere. Soon enough, though, tiredness took over the two of us like it did our daughters, and we slowly fell asleep, overtaken by perfect bliss.