Simulated Love, Part 10

by Anonymous Submitter

I was awakened gently, feeling soft lips on my own; instinctively, I returned the kiss. Still half asleep, and with my lover's tongue toying with my mouth, I took notice of my surrounding. On top of me, still sleeping the rest of the just, Anita was giving me all the love an 8 years old cherub can give her mother. Her pretty little angelic wings were resting on her side, providing the both of us with a warm, soft blanket. On my side, starting to wake up, was Emily, her older sister, her 12-years-old body starting to show her age with growing breasts on her dark, soft skin; her own angelic wings were stretching, mimicking her lovely thin legs and embracing arms.

When she was finally done kissing me, Kim set her hand on Anita's bottom, the girl's wings preventing her from caressing her on the back as she so often did. I gave Emily a good wake-up kiss while Anita was rubbing her pretty eyes, soon to be picked by her other mother for some nice pre-breakfast cuddling. When the morning rituals were finally done, the four of us made our way to the table, where the better-rested Kim had already placed our breakfast. We all made sure to get some fun while eating, using every opportunity we found to enjoy the naked bodies of our family sitting so close together.

Since we had a good two hours before the doctor's appointment, we decided to skip the (relatively) quick shower in favor of a long, relaxing bath. Stepping in the large family bath, I relaxed myself while inviting my youngest daughter, Anita, to come cuddle in my arms; I always had something for sweet girls, I guess, which fairly easily explain how Kim and I got together.

Sitting beside us, their legs tenderly intertwined with ours, Kim and Emily were snuggling side-by-side, enjoying the warmth of the bath as much as the soft embrace they were giving each other. Before we could get any rest, however, hormones once again took over, and our young girls found themselves demanding more personal attention.

Knowing Emily to be in good hands snuggling with her other mother, I set myself to please my youngest daughter, a task not particularly difficult given how sensitive her entire body had been since she had gotten those wings. With a few well-placed caresses to the wing and bottom and a longing kiss to her wet hair, I was set to give Anita what she wanted. Without fighting me in any way, Anita got her little immature vagina probed, then invaded by my succubic tail. It was her first time getting something so big inside her, but she was maturing fast, and with the soapy bath water lubricating her insides, I felt she was ready for it. As if to echo my thoughts, Anita let out a long, peaceful moan, muffled somewhat by my breast in her mouth. Slowly, lovingly, I set to work pleasuring my innocent daughter; while I barely pushed the tip of my pronged tail inside her at first, I let a bit more of it get inside her tiny hole each time I reached inside her. I worked without hurry, taking several seconds to take the tail almost entirely out each time, then pushing inside her wet slit. After a few minutes of such a treatment, my daughter was holding me tightly with her little arms, and her moans were starting to interrupt her tongue playing with my breasts. Gradually, she went out of playful little girl mode and into horny grown woman; when she managed to latch her mouth to my breast, she no longer sucked the milk out, but grabbed in as much of it as she could, licking it furiously. Her arms, behind my back, were holding me firmly and were giving the impression that, should she have the chance, she would take me any way she could. Indeed, the feeling of her soft, soapy legs rubbing me down was starting to get to me, but I kept pleasuring her, making sure the experience would be memorable.

I eventually sped up the thrusting, having waited until she was good and about ready to come. Pushing as far as she could take it, I got in and out as fast as my tail could, determined to bring her the best feelings she could experience. When her arms stopped holding me so she could arch her back, I knew I had her. I pressed my hand on her backside as hard as I could, keeping her close to me and her clit rubbing against my belly, and finally dove the tail, hard, as far as I could. Anita's moans turned into a scream, a mixture of surprise, delight and satiated lust that could make any woman melt; indeed, Kim and Emily got quite agitated when they heard it, their own frolicking ending soon after.

Exhausted, Anita collapsed on me, her head taking her reserved spot between my breasts. I waited a moment before pulling my tail out, slowly, knowing she would feel best if she was a bit rested when I rubbed her insides one last time. I finally set my arms around her, close to the base of her wings, and managed to catch some sweet rest in the warm bathwater.

After the three of them were sufficiently rested, we got to the actual washing part; I took delight, as always, in caressing Anita's small frame as much as possible. I wished this moment would never end, the way she just let me wash her, sighing a lot and letting out little moans when my hands playfully washed her soft, firm breasts. When I was done with her, I handed her the washcloth and let her little hands navigate my body. Kneeling over me, her legs spread on each side of my body, she immediately set to wash my breasts. I let out a deep sigh and, closing my eyes and relaxing my head back, allowed her to keep massaging them for several minutes. She very conscientiously scrubbed every part of them multiple times, making sure my nipples were particularly clean. When, with a disappointed sigh, she finally set out to wash the rest of my body, I started to feel the lust take over me. She washed me fully and carefully, and only insisted slightly when she was scrubbing my bottom.

By the time she got to washing my vagina, I was already quite horny; she had turned around to wash my legs, exposing her cute bottom to me, and I couldn't help but let my hands wander over it. The little darling took it as a sign that I needed more relief and started scrubbing my pussy more vigorously; in truth, I wanted nothing more than for her to make love to me at that time. Already, Kim and Emily were done washing and had started fingering each other, their lustful moans arousing me further. After a few minutes of my daughter washing my vagina, I couldn't take anymore and asked her to face me. When she was the lust in my eyes, she immediately knew what she had to do; as a way of thanking me for the long, loving and wonderful orgasm I gave her earlier, and quite a bit in a loving mood herself, she laid down on me and placed her pussy on my own. Slowly at first, then gradually more earnestly, she rubbed her slit on mine up and down, adding more of our juices to the bathwater. Feeling that she had the situation well under control, I let my body fall back and set out to enjoy the love.

I could feel shivers run up my spine whenever out clits touched, which happened with alarming frequency in her otherwise wild thrusting. Joining my girlfriend and both of my daughters, I started moaning louder and louder as climax crept closer. And when, finally, I was given sweet, merciful release, I let out a long, loud moan, my pussy gushing enough juices to sweeten the water of our large bath.

Seeing as she was also done, I pulled Anita closer to me, and she rested on my side, her head comfortably cradled in my neck. As had started to become an alarming habit, I lost track of time relaxing with my loved ones; I know that I was fully rested when my daughter's movements took me away from pure bliss. She took the washcloth and playfully insisted on washing off my wings and tail.

Smiling, I turned around, only to be greeted in that movement by Kim's sexy legs, which were followed by her sweet pussy and perfect body. She laid on her back under me, and took me lovingly in her arms, resting my head against her warm breasts. Following this sweet scene was Anita washing my wings, unfortunately still relaxed as there was no room to stretch them. After she was done with those, she again set to scrub my bottom carefully; her tiny hands were delightfully delicate, almost caressing her mother's butt. Satisfied that my butt could charm any 8-years-old girl within glancing distance, she picked my tail up and started going up and down its length with the soft washcloth. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced; the tail had way too few nerves to call it erogenous, yet she was masterfully washing it, insisting, almost instinctively, on every sensitive part. When she was done, she gave Kim a long, sweet kiss and went to cuddle with her sister within the soft embrace of the towel she was holding; that sweetness was somewhat lost to me, though, because I had hit the most blissful moment in quite a long time, unable to take my head away from my lover's breasts.

I eventually managed to get up, urged by my lover, and we got everyone dried, dressed and ready to go to the hospital for the darlings' wing coloring. The ride was short and cuddly, as they usually are, and we were again greeted by our now provocatively-dressed favorite doctor and nurse. Smiling, they took the four of us away for the girls' modifications; coloring would be added to the growing feathers, and dye would be applied to the ones already in place. The initial operation would be short, and we bade our daughters a restful sleep as they lied down, each covered only with tiny bikinis, an unnecessary precaution to which they personally insisted. While the machine was working its magic, the doctor took me away, leaving Kim to her nurse friend, and lost no time laying me on the bed, pushing her tongue in my mouth as she kissed me. We played around for a bit, her mouth seeming to instruct me on where to place my long, succubic tongue to bring her the most pleasure; I learned quite eagerly under her guidance, which lasted for nearly an hour as my darlings were sleeping restfully.

Ultimately, disappointed, she gave my mouth a rest to go take care of her young patients. Waking them sweetly with hugs and caresses, she invited the girls to lay on the bed to dry out their wings. I was taken by the magnificence of the two young girls. Emily had picked a colorful feather assortment, and her wings were like the rainbow. Bright and glorious, they gave the impression of gazing at perfection itself; her own, tired face made it look entirely adorable, and I was doubtful when the doctor informed me that her wings would look even better once the natural colors asserted themselves.

Anita, on the other hand, had opted for a monochromatic coloring. Her wings' tips were pink, their base white, and the bodies of the wings were bright red; if ever there was to be a display of cupid looks, she would be on the top. I quietly lamented not being able to caress her perfect little cherub wings while they were still wet.

Both girls laid down on the bed, keeping their wings up and away from anything else so they'd finish drying without losing colors. Affectionately, the doctor sat next to Emily; the nurse did the same beside Anita. With soft, practiced motion, the doctor put her hands on Emily's upper back and started stroking her gently. Going up to her shoulder, she massaged the teenage girl, who let out a satisfied sigh more than a few times during the process. I couldn't help but stand aside and hold my lover's hand while I watched both our girls wake up to their own little blissful heavens. After another hour of such a treatment, the wings quite properly dried, we were allowed to run our hands along our daughters' wings; they still felt the same, of course, but the displays of bright, cheerful colors made us appreciate the touch that much more. They managed to get dressed, despite our interrupting presence, and we bade the doctor and nurse a farewell that was to be final in the context of professional visits, but which promised many more personal moments between the six of us.

Emily and Anita, in unison, picked to revisit the cuddling restaurant which seemed to attract so many nice girls with loose hands. With bright smiles, we made our way to another small piece of heaven, where wows were exchanged for both our daughters' and our own beauties, and all the pretty girls around us. We arrived at the same time as a mother and her two daughters, and were lucky enough to be sat alongside them, the seven of us close enough to touch most others the whole time. The little girl next to me, who looked no more than seven, sported pink hair framing her well-developed yet barely-covered breasts, unusually large for a girl so young; and while I usually appreciated young girls with little to no cleavage, I must admit her body had been very tastefully molded in a perfect little angel shape of her own. Her mother, on my other side, had giggled at the simultaneous kiss Kim and I gave her, but mostly contented herself with smiling at her daughters' delight, which left me quite free to play with the darling next to me. Suffice to say that lunch was long, pleasant and eventful, and we finally made our way out, bellies full and moods cuddlier than ever.

Questioned as to what they wanted to do next, Emily mentioned hearing of a cuddling orgy. We explained to them that such a place was like a regular lesbian orgy, except that most girls there spent a lot more time cuddling than kissing or having sex. Satisfied with that description, they decided this was to be such a visit. The short ride to the nearest cuddling orgy was spent telling our daughters how Kim and I met at such a place. Revisiting that moment was wonderful; explaining how Kim and I liked each other at first sight, and how we soon grew to love each other as cuddling and sweetness enthusiasts was an excellent bonding experience for all of us.

When we finally got there and made our way inside, we couldn't help but smile at our daughters' marveling reaction to the sights; in front of us, as far as the eye could see, were girls cuddling. Some seemed a little more busy than just exchanging sweetness, but generally, the atmosphere was how we remembered it: relaxing and trouble-free all around, with no one particularly caring with whom they cuddled, since everyone pretty much liked anyone who would be interested in coming to a cuddling orgy.

After taking in the sights, and with a quick final few instructions, we told our daughters they could go wherever they wanted, trusting in the love of any girl or woman in this sweet place. I watched as Anita took a few, hesitant steps across the mass, before she got spotted by a group of girls around her age, who invited her to come join them; soon, she disappeared within the mass of little girls, and I knew she would be in good hands. I turned my gaze to Emily, who more daringly ventured the room, taking in the sights; she was eventually accosted by another teenage girl, who showed bright red succubic wings, tail, and naughty-looking horns. The two girls kissed for a long time before going to take a spot away from their respective mothers' sights.

I gave my lover a quick, teasing kiss and bade her farewell before plunging within the mass myself. I soon found a spot near an attractive woman and cuddled behind her, letting my mind wander.

I have no idea how long the process lasted, but I know that, along the way, I was joined by another girl behind me, and the woman I was holding eventually left, leaving me with a thank-you kiss. I turned towards the girl, who happily cuddled in my arms, but when another girl came behind her and started whispering sweet nothings in her ear, she couldn't help but turn around to kiss her.

Smiling, I left her to her new belle, laying on my back, and that's when I saw the prettiest girl in the party. She was quite small, perhaps 8 years old, thought she looked like she might be a bit older and just short for her age; on top of her head, replacing her normal ears, was a pair of white bunny ears. She was looking at me with a mixture of longing and shyness. I opened my arms toward her, inviting her to come cuddling close to me, which she did hesitantly. When she was finally snuggling in my arms, her head resting on my daughter's favorite pair of pillows, I wrapped my arms around her, appreciating her soft, barely-covered skin; and as my hand wandered further south, I was likewise led to appreciate the soft, furry bunny tail on her butt.

The girl, initially meek and nervous, was quickly learning to trust me; her arms, originally pulled close to herself, slowly made their way to my body. She started slowly caressing my breasts, eventually pushing my shirt aside to reveal them fully. She gently sucked on them, apparently oblivious to the more reserved atmosphere, her hesitation apparently lasting only as long as it took for her lust to take over. Quickly, under her small hands' guidance, I found myself naked under her, my clothes open to give her full access. Unable to resist, I watched as the humble girl subtly removed her clothes and laid on me. Quietly, so as to not disturb the girls around us, she started rubbing her pussy against mine; I let out a quiet moan, pulled her closer to me and let her ravish me lovingly. The little girl, her head still between my breasts while her hands caressed them, made longing love to me, neither of us able to resist the other's attractiveness. And when, holding out our moans, we were brought to orgasms, we let ourselves rest, cuddling together lovingly, our bodies remaining naked up until she had to leave; she put my shirt and skirt back on, then I sat up to hold her tight, hiding her nakedness while she dressed up. When she was done, she gave me a long, loving kiss, then skipped away, satisfied.

I laid back down for a bit, distractedly cuddling against whoever happened to be next to me at the time, when I was reminded by my stomach as to just how much time had actually elapsed. I made my way to the cuddling orgy's dining area, where a young girl, looking no more than six, sat on my lap, and we ate together in silence. When we were done, I took her up and turned her around so she was facing me, then gave a gentle kiss, which made her giggle a bit. Smiling, I gave her another, longer kiss, which she took without hesitation; and when my long tongue made its way between her lips, the young girl finally put her arms around my neck and held me close. Our kiss lasted for a good while, neither of us in any hurry to leave, and when we finally parted ways, I knew I had had all the dessert I could want.

The rest of the day was a long less eventful. I joined back the main cuddling, taking place between a pair of teenage twins who seemed to want me quite a lot, and they each placed their heads on one of my shoulders, resting peacefully. When, after a long, loving time, they eventually had to leave, I was immediately chosen by a pretty girl, who rested next to me as we wrapped our arms around each other, our legs tangled affectionately. Finally, after some more hours of something I didn't know I needed so much, the pretty girl and I parted way, and I walked back to the exit, where Kim was already waiting, chatting with a shy little angel. I sat on a chair and welcomed her on my lap, and we talked for a bit before Anita, then Emily, finally found reason to want to return home, but not before appreciating the young cherub's lips a bit.

When we got home, everyone in a good mood, we realized neither of us was tired at all, our daughters having slept for a bit, and all of us having expended very little energy in the cuddling; so we ordered a movie, despite the late hour, and watched it quietly. The four of us were snuggling very closely the whole time, even though the day's activities should have given us more than our doses of such activities. I guessed that my daughters had inherited their mothers' taste for quiet embraces, and the cuddling orgy had awakened their desires for curling up in ways our normal love-making could not. We watched the movie mostly in silence, letting its story take our minds to far-away places, and when we were finally ready to go to bed, we all put our night-gowns on and curled up, our daughters between Kim and I, as usual. Snuggling under a warm blanket, we let sleep take over us, and I couldn't help but think that our family was changed a lot for the day's events.