GF's Dad Pt. 01

Dear Readers,

As you delve into the world of this story, I'd like to extend a note of appreciation for joining me on this literary journey. It's important to mention that this story was crafted over a span of time, with its creation unfolding across multiple writing sessions.

Regrettably, due to constraints beyond my control, I wasn't able to revisit and revise the entire narrative to ensure absolute consistency in its present tense usage. You may encounter certain passages where the tense might appear to waver slightly.

I ask for your understanding and assure you that despite these occasional inconsistencies, the essence of the story remains intact. Your engagement with the characters and plot is what matters most, and I'm truly grateful for your understanding in this matter.

Warmest regards,

Rimi

Character Names: Alex Westwood, Keira Williams, James Wiliams

All characters are 18 plus.

I, at 22 years old, stand as a captivating figure with an appearance that intrigues and allures. My pale skin, like the soft petals of a blooming flower, glows with an ethereal radiance. Delicate freckles dance across my cheeks, adding a touch of playfulness to my otherwise serene countenance.

My eyes, the color of a calm ocean, hold a depth that seems to carry the weight of unspoken stories and hidden desires. They speak volumes, revealing emotions that words alone cannot convey. The curve of my eyebrows accentuates the intensity of my gaze, framing my eyes like a work of art.

My lips, plush and inviting, bear a natural blush that complements the gentle hues of my complexion. A hint of a smile often graces them, as if I hold secrets that only the heart can understand.

With each movement, there is a grace that sets me apart, an aura of delicate charm that lingers in the air. My dark, cascading hair flows like a waterfall of silk, framing my face with an enchanting allure. It falls in gentle waves, caressing my shoulders and adding to the mystery of my presence.

My girlfriend's radiant ebony-skinned complexion weaves a striking contrast against my own fair appearance. Her very presence exudes a captivating aura that commands attention while also offering a soothing embrace. Like two distinct notes coming together to form a melodious chord, we create a symphony of harmonizing hues. Our connection is a masterpiece painted by the magnetism of our souls

We find delight in the occasional escapade of dressing up in our feminine attire. Together, we explore the art of transformation, slipping into flowing dresses that weave an enchanting spell around us.

In these moments of shared adventure, we create a game of lighthearted mischief, challenging ourselves to see how many men we can charm and captivate with our feminine allure. Our laughter rings like sweet music, and our spirits dance like fireflies on a summer's eve.

As we embark on these whimsical escapades, we find that it is not about deceiving or fooling others, but rather about embracing the freedom to express ourselves fully and authentically. It is a celebration of the art of femininity, a testament to the beauty that resides within us, regardless of societal norms.

With each playful interaction, we cherish the bond we share, knowing that we can be anything in each other's company. As we playfully don our feminine personas, we see the reflection of our authenticity in each other's eyes, and it strengthens the connection between us.

Her ebony-skinned complexion is a canvas of perfection, its rich tones exuding an air of allure and mystery. The way the sunlight kisses her skin creates a dance of golden highlights that accentuate every curve and contour, leaving observers spellbound.

She's the vivid stroke of color that takes my breath away. A true embodiment of beauty, my girlfriend is a stunning Black enchantress. Her deep, soulful eyes hold the universe of emotions, a rich canvas painted in the hues of warm, dark brown.

Her lustrous black hair cascades like a waterfall of silk, framing her face with a beguiling elegance that makes my heart skip a beat. Every strand seems to dance to a melody only she can hear, and I'm forever entranced by its mesmerizing sway.

At 5 feet 6 inches, she's the perfect blend of grace and allure, her hourglass figure casting a spell that's impossible to resist. Her body, like a sculptor's masterpiece, boasts curves that evoke admiration and appreciation. Her slender form holds a sensuality that ignites every room she enters, and her svelte silhouette is a testament to her dedication to self-care and confidence.

Her 32B breasts are a delightful exclamation point to her exquisite frame, a subtle yet impactful detail that perfectly complements her overall allure. With a waist that's a mere 24 inches, I'm reminded of how effortlessly she fits into the canvas of my life, completing every scene with a touch of magic.

But it's the way her hips curve with a subtle sway that leaves me breathless. At 33 inches, they're a promise of the journey her figure takes, a path that leads to the paradise of her embrace. Her body's natural symmetry, like a poetic stanza, draws my gaze and heart in harmonious unison.

In our cozy living room, Keira and I sit side by side, flipping through travel brochures, searching for the perfect destination for our upcoming summer vacation. As we discuss various options, Keira's eyes light up with excitement as she remembers something special.

"Alex, I just thought of the perfect idea," she says, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. "My father's farmhouse! It's been a while since I've visited, and I think spending the summer there would be incredible."

I raise an intrigued eyebrow, eager to learn more about this hidden gem. "Your father has a farmhouse?" I inquire, genuinely curious about this cherished place of hers.

"Yeah," Keira replies, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "It's nestled in the countryside, surrounded by beautiful landscapes. I have so many cherished memories from my childhood summers there."

Her fondness for the place is evident in her words, and I can't help but smile at the idea of experiencing it with her. "It sounds wonderful," I say, picturing the picturesque scenery in my mind.

"It truly is," Keira continues, her eyes gleaming. "And I thought it would be perfect for us to spend quality time together there. We could escape from the city, immerse ourselves in nature, and create new memories."

The thought of a summer getaway with Keira fills me with excitement. "I love the idea," I reply enthusiastically, imagining the two of us reveling in the idyllic surroundings.

As Keira brings up her father, I notice a subtle shift in her demeanor. She becomes more serious as she shares her concern with me. "But I want to be honest with you, Alex," she begins, her voice tinged with vulnerability. "My father is handsome, and I know he can be charming. I just want to make sure you understand that this trip is about us

I gently hold her hand, wanting to reassure her completely. "Keira, you have nothing to worry about," I say earnestly, looking into her eyes with affection. "You're the one I love, and my heart is with you completely. I cherish our connection and won't let anything or anyone come between us."

Her worries seem to ease as she feels the sincerity in my words. "Thank you, Alex," she says softly, her smile returning. "I trust you completely, and I know we'll have an amazing time together at the farmhouse."

"Now that you mentioned your handsome father, I'm feeling something getting hard in my pants," I teased Keira, playfully.

Keira laughed at my playful teasing, shaking her head in amusement. "Oh, Alex, you always know how to keep things interesting," she said, trying to stifle her giggles.

I grinned, enjoying the playful banter between us. "Well, you know, it's all that talk about your handsome father," I teased further, winking at her. "He must have passed on those good looks."

Keira playfully swatted my arm, her laughter contagious. "You're terrible," she said, still chuckling. "But you're also adorable, so I'll forgive you."

"Thank you very much but my dick wants a different type of forgiveness," I grinned.

"Alright, how about a ruined orgasm?" Keira said. "I'm sorry, but this is the best forgiveness I can give to your little erection, hehe."

"Last night I gave you two orgasms," I said.

"Alright, then don't cum early," she replied. "I'll give you a nice one but just think about my dad, hehe."

Keria's hand cups my package gently pressing into me, and then she rubs the length of her forearm down over my cock, applying gentle pressure and then back up again. Her hand comes back up and slides underneath my crotch. Her fingers wrap around my balls and scratch them through my clothes. I moan softly as her fingers make my balls bounce around in the confines of my clothes.

I take off my t-shirt and the tip of her tongue flicks at my hard nipple, up and down, side to side, crossing over it until I squirm a bit. Then she sucks it into her mouth, still flicking it with her tongue inside her mouth. She raises her head just a little and blows cool air over my nipple.

Keira slides off the couch and down to my knees. She quickly wraps her fingers into my waistband and pulls my jeans and boxer up over my erection. Her warm mouth immediately latches onto the head of my dick as she pushes my clothes down to my feet and pulls my feet out.

Keira sits back on her calves for just a moment and smiles, looking at my shaft.

"I'm very hungry. I hope that's okay," she said with a grin.

"Fuck yes, it is," I replied.

She spits several times into the palm of her hand and onto her fingers before her tongue finds my balls. With her other hand, she wraps her thumb and forefinger around the base of my cock, squeezing with gentle pressure. She rubs her spit-slickened palm against the underside of my cockhead in small circles while her mouth tends to my sac.

She starts at one end, taking long laps from underneath my balls and up over the curve of my flesh and continuing until her tongue meets her thumb. Her slick hand slides around the crown of my shaft, avoiding the tip, smearing her spit into my flesh as the underside of her tongue comes back down.

My dick becomes rigid as her finger and thumb hold me like a cockring, the beautiful veins protruding underneath my skin. She opens her mouth wide and sucks one of my balls into her mouth. In her mouth she massages my ball with her tongue, sucking it tenderly.

Keira pulls her mouth back and lets my ball pop out of her mouth before she's tugging too hard, then takes the other one. She wiggles her tongue against my flesh and moan, sending vibrations through my being. Her fingers continue stroking underneath my ridge, carefully sliding side to side. Her mouth is latched onto my sac, greedily switching back and forth between my balls as her fingers slowly begin to spread apart even more, holding my erection between them as they slide up and down my shaft.

"I'm not going to be able to let you stop if you keep that up," I say with a heavy breath.

Keira releases her grip on the base of my cock for a mere moment for new blood flow before tightening it again. She takes one final lick, arching her back down so she can reach my taint with her tongue, touching the base of my ass crack and bringing her tongue up, ever so slowly, slithering it up over my balls and over the ring of her fingers. Her other hand comes away and her tongue drags up my shaft, getting even slower as she reaches my tip, then finally over it and across my slit.

"I love your small dick so much because it fits inside my mouth like a lollipop," Keira said. "Big cock hurts my jaws."

She tastes my precum and moans, looking up at me, but my eyes are closed and my head is back, enjoying every sensation she is providing me. She rests her free hand on my thigh for a moment, rubbing me. She uses the tip of her tongue and makes circles around my cockslit, getting wider and wider until she's circling my entire bulbous head. I groan in pleasure as her tongue wiggles in her mouth and swirls around my flesh.

"I love your groans, it makes me want to please you even more," Keira moaned. "You're groaning really hard now and I know you need to release but not inside my mouth just yet."

"Babe, I know the rules just let me finish," I begged.

"Very well. As you wish," Keira said.

Her mouth greedily sucks my dick back inside and I groan really loud this time. She loves hearing that she's pleasing me and respond by moaning back onto my flesh.

She pumps her fist on my dick, slow at first and picking up speed. Her lips and forefinger almost connected as she moved up and down my shaft, sometimes turning in the same motion, sometimes opposite. Her other hand ever so lightly tugs on my sac then massages it.

"I must have worked you up real good with all the teasing. You're grunting even louder and your chest is heaving," Keira said with a smirk. "I can feel you throbbing in my hand and mouth. I even can lick the top of your sac while you're dick completely inside. Blow it. Shoot that wad. Feed me your goo."

She bobs her head on the bottom half of my shaft milking my seed with every weapon she had. Then with a heavy growl that marks the point of no return, my dick throbs hard in her mouth. and I pull up. Her mouth latches onto my head pulling up a little wanting to taste all of my cum on her tongue. She pumps her fingers on my slick dick base, milking me, sucking my seed as it shoots into her mouth.

It gathers on her tongue. She moans for me to let me know how much she loves it. She doesn't stop pleasuring me, her fingers pump my shaft, and her cum filled mouth sucks my tip, her hand still massages my balls and behind them. She wants every drop she can get and won't stop till she gets it. With every shot of my delicious spunk, she moans deeply, fuck, "I love your cum."

I'm shuddering in post-orgasm bliss and she knows it's time to let go. Every move she makes is too much for me to handle. She removes the sensations one at a time, first her hand releases my balls, then her fingers from my cock, and then she slowly, gently, pull her cum filled mouth from my cock.

"I really don't want to let go but I must, hehe," Kiera said. "My mouth is a cavern of warm cum and your dick was bathing in it."

She sits back on her knees, still holding my seed on her tongue. I wipe my lips and chin to make sure I didn't lose any but she didn't gulp down my load. She climbs onto the couch next to me. She pulls my face to hers and draws me into a deep, cum coated kiss. I take every stream from her mouth. Our acts are deliberate and slow; like we are putting on a show for someone. We swap my cum until my cum is gone. To say that we are relaxed would be an understatement but the taste remains in our mouth. I smile sweetly. Then look up at her licking my lips.

"If your dad decides to bring out his irresistible charm, I might just have to fan myself to stay cool."

"Well, let's hope my dad behaves himself, or things could get really interesting!" Keira said and noticed I was serious. "Oh come on, let's not make my dad the star of our own romantic novel!"

Both of us burst into laughter, the sound echoing cozily in the living room as we sit on the couch. The soft cushions and warm ambiance make the moment even more delightful. Our eyes meet, and we share a knowing look that speaks volumes about the comfort and affection between us.

With our summer plans set, I feel a sense of anticipation and excitement. Exploring nature's beauty and creating cherished memories with Keira warms my heart. As we prepare to embark on this journey to her father's farmhouse, I know that the summer ahead will be a chapter in our love story that we'll treasure forever.

As the summer days rolled by, Keira and I finally arrived at the picturesque farmhouse, a place filled with her cherished memories. We were welcomed warmly by her father, who greeted us with a wide, friendly smile.

"Alex, this is my dad, James," Keira introduced us, pride evident in her voice.

I extended my hand, trying to maintain composure, but as I looked into James's eyes, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of nervous excitement. "Nice to meet you, sir," I said, trying to sound casual.

"Likewise, Alex," James replied warmly, shaking my hand firmly. "Keira has told me so much about you, but I pictured you a bit taller."

"At least he's not shorter than me, hehe," Keira giggled, her eyes sparkling mischievously. It was clear she was enjoying the friendly banter, a hint of playfulness in her tone that added to the comfortable atmosphere of the conversation.

As I extended my hand to greet James, my eyes couldn't help but wonder, drawn to the mesmerizing sight before me. He stood tall and commanding at 6.4 feet, a towering presence that seemed to fill the room. His very stance exuded an aura of strength and masculinity that was impossible to ignore.

The warm sun kissed his ebony skin, casting a golden hue that highlighted the chiseled contours of his body. Every muscle seemed to have a story to tell, a testament to his dedication and discipline. Beads of sweat glistened like precious jewels on his bare chest and abdomen, hinting at the effort he had put in before our meeting. It was as if he embodied the very essence of vitality and energy, a force of nature that demanded respect and admiration.

His impressive physique, carved by hard work and dedication, left me spellbound. The muscles in his arms flexed gently as he reached out to shake my hand, and my heart skipped a beat at the touch of his warm skin against mine. A flush of warmth spread through me, my mind momentarily captivated by the artistry of his physique.

A compliment escaped my lips almost instinctively. "You've got quite an impressive physique, James." My words hung in the air for a moment, my cheeks flushing slightly as I realized what I had just said.

Caught in this whirlwind of emotions, I found myself torn between the magnetic pull of his presence and the love I held for Keira. The conflict within me was palpable, but I knew that my heart belonged to her, and I couldn't betray the connection we shared.

Keira playfully nudged my arm, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Alex, couldn't help but appreciate my dad's physique, huh?" she teased, raising an eyebrow playfully.

Caught off guard, I blushed slightly, trying to hide my embarrassment. "Oh, come on, Keira," I stammered, trying to regain my composure. "I-I was just...admiring how fit he is. He must work really hard."

She chuckled, seeing right through my attempt to downplay the moment. "Uh-huh, sure," Keira said, a playful grin tugging at her lips. "You were definitely admiring something."

I felt my face growing warmer, and I laughed, trying to lighten the mood. "Okay, you caught me," I admitted with a sheepish smile. "He's in great shape, and I couldn't help but notice."

Her teasing gaze softened into a gentle smile, and she squeezed my hand affectionately. "Well, I can't blame you," Keira said her tone tender. "He's always been very disciplined about his fitness, and it shows."

"No worries, I'll show Alex some workouts I do regularly," James said.

"I guess I should be flattered that my boyfriend has good taste," Keira teased, leaning in to give me a gentle kiss.

As James offered to show me some of his regular workouts, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Thank you, sir," I replied, trying to sound composed despite my fluttering heart.

"Dad, just don't break him. Plus, I like his slender body as it is. We do lots of fun stuff together," Keira playfully interjected, her laughter dancing in the air like music.

James chuckled warmly at Keira's teasing, a playful glint in his eyes. "Don't worry, I won't break him," he said, his voice lighthearted. "We'll take it easy and have some fun."