Girlfriend Dad

I couldn't deny it, I was turned on by the whole situation. My father, in my girlfriend's body, had given me one of the most intense orgasms of my life. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be inside her again, to feel her curves and her soft skin against mine.

"I want to try again," I said, my cock throbbing with desire.

"Are you sure, son?" my father asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Yes," I said, nodding my head. "I want to feel you again, like that."

My father handed me the remote and I pressed the button, transforming him back into my girlfriend's body. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I couldn't help myself. I needed to feel her again.

I climbed on top of her and slid my cock inside her wet pussy. She moaned with pleasure as I began to thrust, her curves bouncing with every movement. I reached down and grabbed her tits, feeling their weight in my hands.

"Oh, fuck, you feel so good," I said, my hips moving faster and faster.

"I'm close," she said, her breath hitching.

I could feel her pussy tightening around my cock, and I knew she was about to cum. I reached down and started rubbing her clit, and she let out a loud moan as she came.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she screamed, her body shaking with pleasure.

I couldn't hold back any longer and I came inside her, filling her with my seed.

"That was amazing," I said, collapsing on top of her.

"Yes, it was," she said, smiling up at me.

"I think you're better at this than the real one is," I panted.

I couldn't believe what I had just said. But it was true, my father was better at using my girlfriend's body than she was. He moved with a grace and confidence that I had never seen before. It was like he had been born to be in that body.

"I can't believe I just said that," I said, feeling embarrassed.

"It's okay, son," my dad said, still in his female form. "I know what you mean. This body feels so natural to me, like it was always meant to be mine."

I couldn't deny it, he looked amazing in that body. Her curves were perfect, and her movements were so fluid and sensual. I couldn't help but feel drawn to her, to want to touch her and feel her against me.

"I want to touch you," I said, feeling a rush of excitement.

"Then touch me," my dad said, pulling me close.

I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I couldn't help myself. I ran my hands over her curves, feeling her soft skin and the way her body responded to my touch. It was like she was made for me, and I couldn't get enough.

"You feel so good," I said, moaning with pleasure.

"I'm glad you think so," my dad said, kissing me deeply.

I couldn't believe what was happening, but I didn't want it to stop. I wanted to feel her against me, to touch her and explore every inch of her body. I didn't care that she was my father, all I cared about was the pleasure we were giving each other.

"I want to make love to you," I said, feeling my desire grow.

"Then make love to me," my dad said. "Again."