It was that time of the year again ; his daughter Amaura was coming back plate. Julius, being a elementary carpenter, had saved and saved for years to grant his daughter an education, and one at the best magical academy of the city, at that ! After her motherfs expiry, Amaura had turned quiet and studious, and Julius only thought it the intimately to allow her the education he nor Lauree could ever buy.

And now she was coming back ! Amaura was coming back, after disbursement yet more XI months amidst unusual world power and studying until the wee 60 minutes in the dawn. Julius was so proud of her : Amaura was a treasure of a daughter, and she always behaved so well, so proper. She always kept her long browned hair tied in similitude tress, wore a pair of drinking glass that made her look even sharpy than she even was, and covered her lithe body with sensitive clothes.

All this was the rationality why Julius had a hard sentence believing his oculus when his daughter, smiling and crying, ran towards him.

"Daddy !"she cried out as she jumped to hug him.

Julius'perceptions were confused. Was this truly his daughter ? This lovely fauna, with large warm breasts pressed against his chest, her slender long legs dance in the air, her pucker mouth and crinkled eyelashes, giving her youthful face an enticing quality he would possess never associated with Amaura ?

"Daddy ! I'm so happy to see you again !"

Yes, turned out she was his daughter indeed.

His prick, compelled by some black art to rise from his thrust sleep, didn't seem particularly impressed by the fact those bombastic creamy tits belonged to his daughter.

But they were. He could feel them pressed against his pectus. It might have also been due to him wearing only his study clothes, which amounted to a leather apron and nothing much, but ...

No. There was something wrong here. He could never ...

"Daddy ? Something bothering you ?"

Juliusf'eyes moved upward from where they were getting lost in the creamy expanse of her tits. Amaura's middle were a deep blue. A cover girl shadiness of blueness that she inherited from Lauree. And given her sudden growth spurt, it seemed she inherited some other things from her mother.

"Oh, hi plum, no I was just ... overjoyed."

Amaura giggled and danced in front of him, showing off her fit legs and the bender of her cute little bum. Now that he thought about it ... did girls went to the academia dressed like that ? With that short blue skirt, the enceinte hag hat and the thin top covering her mammilla, his girl looked more like a social dancer impersonating a mage than a material student.

Julius blinked to chase away those cerebration. There seemed to be a thrum in his foreland, a noise he could not find out the source of ...

"Are we going home, daddy ? Together ?"

"Sure, plum, just let me get your stuff."

"No penury to,"Amaura said, pointing at her large hat."It's all here."She puckered her lips, leaned forward."Wan na see ?"

Julius'mind halted for a couple moments, uncertain how to represent her Holy Scripture, and her bowel movement, putting even more of that wonderful cleavage on display. Those large soft orbs ... they must ...

No. No.

Julius steeled his will and looked at his daughter's hat. It had turned transparent, showing her hooey miniaturized inside.

"Oh. Must come in handy !"

She nodded and giggled, making her bosom wobble. Damn. She really had a growth spurt of some sort during last twelvemonth.

"So daddy are we going ?"

"Sure !"

Amaura walked with Julius for a duad minutes, her hands clasped behind her back, making lilliputian precious hops as she followed her father on their way plate. It might have been his imaginativeness but he thought she might in fact wardrobe her coat of arms together to prepare her tits sprout up in the heart-to-heart ... but it must deliver been his imagination. His girl would never do such a thing. His daughter was sure.

His daughter and her prospicient legs and her puckered her backtalk and her cute ass and her gravid nipple ... how would they feel under his finger ... how would it finger to pull on those rosy-cheeked nipple, see her brass contort in pity and delight as she yelled daddy pop and he would not let not let go until she came from his boisterous dramatic play and suck his putz until ...

"Daddy ? You seem spacy today."

"Oh ? Uhm ? Oh, dingy plum."Julius was really having a backbreaking time thought process, and it was not just a bod of spoken communication. Julius Jr. was making his mien known, tenting his pants. He bit his rim and tried to cover it, luckily his daughter's middle were fixed upon his. He still was feeling a little bit under the weather. Maybe it was because after Laureefs death he had never been with another woman ? He could, there was no shortage of cute little things hanging around his woodcutting shop asking for all form of haunt ... he had even fixed the very Saame professorship leg four times before the girl even made an advance on him.

But that was all in the yesteryear. Maybe it was the sight of his daughter, all grown-up, and all filled-out in the right seat, between her pectus and her cute little arse ... it was made for squeezing that derriere ... he already knew she would love it when he'd teasing her with his ovolo, tracing circle around it before plunging in and making her squeal like the niggling piggie she was ...

"Uhhc I think ... I think is better is you leave your daddy here for a mo,"Julius tried to learn his daughter, who scoffed.

"Nonsense ! If you need help I can avail you ! I'm a big girl !"

That was true, Julius thought. Amaura pushed him against her, trying to carry him with her munition. Maybe it was magic at work, but he felt immediately better. The cephalalgia splitting his opinion apart almost completely left him. And this way he would get a improve look at those boastfully beat nipple, wobbling with each footmark.

Amaura didn't seem to mind his attention. In fact, she began to draw him even closer, and when Julius's arm brushed against her plump hindquarters, she made no show of moving him away.

A lecherous leer appeared on his rim, and didn't leave them when Julius and Amaura arrived home.

"Ah, I feel much meliorate now, thank you,"Julius said, brushing his hand against Amaura's buttock again. She blushed and looked away. For some reason the demure verbalism made him find even turned on.

"Y-you're receive, daddy."Amaura took a lock of embrown pilus around her fingerbreadth and began to twist it."It's the less I can do after everything you did for me."

Julius nodded vigorously. It was right. He gave her so a lot, he could at least get some attention back.

And aid he got. As they ate, and Amaura bored him with tales of her time as a pupil and delighted him by showing him her boobs in solve view, he only got hornier and hornier, no longer hiding his dick. Amaura glanced at it a few time but said nothing. What was she supposed to say anyway ? She was the girl, he was the father. She had all sort of duties to execute ...

Julius licked his lips as he saw Amaura helping with looker. She had turned out to be a fine young char ... with that perky ass, peeking out of that ridiculous short-change skirt ... it was so airless ...

Yet, there was something he was supposed to do, or not to do ? There was something ...

"Daddy ?"His daughter called to him, wild blue yonder center sparkling."What's for dessert ?"

That ... did it. The hammer in his headland disappeared, and Julius was cook for a completely dissimilar variety of hammering. He smirked and got up from his president, walking up to his daughter. He put both hands on her shoulder joint. Amaura tried to ferment, but he kept her in plaza. He was used to travel grueling logarithm, his girl was so illume and svelte, so warm and indulgent.

"Dessert it's a surprise,"he growled into his ear. She shivered delightfully, her voice turning breathy as she asked :

"W-what do you intend ?"

Julius'left script slithered down to cup one of Amaura's tits. She yelped and maybe even tried to get away, but Julius held her firm, just as she was supposed to be. His early manus curled around her chick. step-in and all.

He pulled.

The tatter of her aristocratic annulus and white slutty panties filled the kitchen.

"Yaaah !"his girl shrieked."pop ! What are you doing ?"

"Giving you your sweet,"Julius snickered, pishing two of his fingers inside her cunt. He grunted when he found her wet, just as he expected. His dick, finally freed from its constraints, sprung forth, and he quickly impaled his juicy girl with it.

"... aaaah ! It's so biiig,"Amaura commented as he began ploughing back and Forth, making her squeal with each push.

"You like it ?"

"I ... ah ... ahhh ... ah, Daddy ! Ah, papa, please ..."

"Please what ?"

"Please ... harder, Daddy ... !"

Julius laughed and fucked her even quicker and stronger, pushing his dick deep down into his daughter as he mauled her monolithic tits. They were so cushy and warm under his fingers ... why hand't he done this before anyway ? He couldn't think of a reason. His daughter owed him big time for all that he gave her during those years, and she was about to begin paying him ... with her warm, slutty kitty.

Julius grunted as he picked up pace. His daughter's cunt was a sizzling yap and he was falling right in. She squealed and trashed and rolled her heart back as she was fucked.

"... ah ! pa ! pop ! More ! Sir Thomas More !"

He took her arms and began to pull her against her dick, so that it would go even deeper. She seemed to like it, as she shook, squealed and thrashed. clear-cut liquid spilled from her pussy down onto her branch. Her twat clenched, and Julius was close as well.

He was close to bursting as Amaura shook and cried and begged for more and harder and abstruse and delight fuck me Daddy.

He obliged, went over the border and came, bursting hot seed from his musket ball up through his dick and thick into Amaura's waiting pussy.

"... ahh ... dad is cumming inside me ..."Amaura said as she smiled, spilling snag of joy.

"Yeah. There's more where that came from, bitch,"Julius said, satisfied, as he withdrew his still-hard dick from her pussy.

There.

"Liked you dessert ?"

"Yeah ..."Amaura said, panting. She wobbled on uncertain invertebrate foot down to the tabular array, drying her teardrop."... I have waited so long for this,"she whispered.

Julius would have wanted to ask her what she meant, but he felt an odd buffeting in his brain. Meh. Whatever his girl wanted to tell him it could wait. He needed a nap. Not a foresightful one, at any pace. He would soon be back to put Amaura in her lieu. This time, he would like to recreate with her backdoor ...

Amaura waited for her sire to disappear upstairs before she let go of the enchanting wand. The alloy stick fell onto the mesa. It was so tiring to use. But so Charles Frederick Worth it. longanimity. She had barely started as a mage. She still had much to get word. Amaura lifted her tits. Those at least had turned out right amercement. She could not hold off for her father to sleep his last suppression off. She'd have him all to herself for a whole month before coming back ... and, of, all the matter they'd enjoy together ... Amaura smiled. She really owed him. With a moving picture of her wrist, she took the sceptre back in her script and waved it in front of her womb. She was not getting any hazard. As for the early effects ... she couldn't wait for dad to find them out ...

Amaura licked her backtalk. Soon she'd enjoy the second constituent of her dessert, right against her tongue ...