It was that time of the twelvemonth again ; his daughter Amaura was coming back home. Julius, being a uncomplicated carpenter, had saved and saved for days to allow his daughter an education, and one at the skilful witching academy of the city, at that ! After her motherfs demise, Amaura had turned quiet and studious, and Julius only thought it the intimately to allow her the didactics he nor Lauree could ever buy.

And now she was coming back ! Amaura was coming back, after outgo yet more eleven calendar month amidst foreign baron and studying until the wee hour in the morning time. Julius was so lofty of her : Amaura was a treasure of a daughter, and she always behaved so well, so proper. She always kept her long brown hair tied in twin tresses, wore a pair of methamphetamine that made her look even sharper than she even was, and covered her lithe body with sensible apparel.

All this was the reason why Julius had a hard metre believing his eyes when his daughter, smiling and crying, ran towards him.

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

Julius'perceptions were confused. Was this truly his daughter ? This adorable puppet, with large quick breasts pressed against his chest, her slender long legs dance in the air, her rumple sass and wavy eyelashes, giving her youthful aspect an tempting caliber he would have never associated with Amaura ?

"pa ! I'm so well-chosen to see you again !"

Yes, turned out she was his daughter indeed.

His dick, compelled by some sorcery to arise from his forced slumber, didn't seem particularly impressed by the fact those declamatory creamy tits belonged to his girl.

But they were. He could feel them pressed against his chest. It might give birth also been due to him wearing only his work clothes, which amounted to a leather forestage and nothing much, but ...

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

"papa ? Something bothering you ?"

Juliusf'eyes moved upward from where they were getting lost in the creamy expanse of her tits. Amaura's eyes were a mystifying blueing. A lovely wraith of blue that she inherited from Lauree. And given her sudden growth spurt, it seemed she inherited some other matter from her mother.

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

Amaura giggled and danced in figurehead of him, showing off her fit legs and the curve of her cute little bum. Now that he thought about it ... did girls went to the academia dressed like that ? With that unforesightful blue devil skirt, the declamatory Wiccan hat and the sparse top covering her nipple, his girl looked more like a dancer impersonating a mage than a real bookman.

Julius blinked to give chase away those thinking. There seemed to be a thrum in his brain, a interference he could not find the source of ...

"Are we going home, daddy ? Together ?"

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

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

Julius'intellect halted for a couplet present moment, unsure how to construe her Logos, and her move, putting even more of that grand segmentation on show. Those large soft ball ... they must ...

No. No.

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

"Oh. Must hail in William Christopher Handy !"

She nodded and giggled, making her knocker coggle. Damn. She really had a development spurt of some sorting during last year.

"So daddy are we going ?"

"Sure !"

Amaura walked with Julius for a duad minutes, her hands clasped behind her back, making little cunning hop as she followed her father on their way plate. It might give been his resource but he thought she might in fact pressing her arms together to make her titty sprout up in the open up ... but it must give birth been his imagination. His daughter would never do such a matter. His daughter was sure.

His daughter and her long legs and her puckered her brim and her precious ass and her bombastic tits ... how would they feel under his fingerbreadth ... how would it experience to displume on those rosy pap, see her grimace contort in shame and pleasure as she yelled daddy daddy and he would not let not let go until she came from his pugnacious play and suck his pecker until ...

"papa ? You seem spacy today."

"Oh ? Uhm ? Oh, sorry plum."Julius was really having a knockout sentence thinking, and it was not just a design of spoken language. Julius Jr. was making his presence known, tenting his pants. He bit his lips and tried to obliterate it, luckily his daughter's oculus 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 piddling things hanging around his woodcutting store asking for all sort of fixing ... he had even fixed the very like chair leg four times before the girlfriend even made an advance on him.

But that was all in the past. Maybe it was the sight of his daughter, all grown-up, and all filled-out in the properly places, between her chest and her precious small butt ... it was made for squeezing that butt ... he already knew she would have a go at it it when he'd tease her with his thumb, tracing circles around it before plunging in and making her squeal like the little piggie she was ...

"Uhhc I think ... I think is better is you leave your daddy here for a moment,"Julius tried to teach his girl, who scoffed.

"nonsense ! If you need help I can help you ! I'm a big lady friend !"

That was honest, Julius thought. Amaura pushed him against her, trying to run him with her arms. Maybe it was magic at employment, but he felt immediately better. The headache splitting his thoughts apart almost completely left him. And this way he would get a better look at those large round of drinks tits, wobbling with each whole step.

Amaura didn't seem to listen his tending. In fact, she began to describe him even closer, and when Julius's arm brushed against her plump backside, she made no show of moving him away.

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

"Ah, I feel much honest now, thank you,"Julius said, brushing his hand against Amaura's nerve again. She blushed and looked away. For some reason the demure aspect made him feel even hornier.

"Y-you're welcome, daddy."Amaura took a lock of brownish hair's-breadth around her finger 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 much, he could at to the lowest degree get some attention back.

And attention he got. As they ate, and Amaura bored him with taradiddle of her time as a student and delighted him by showing him her boob in clear view, he only got randy and randy, no longer hiding his putz. Amaura glanced at it a few metre but said cipher. What was she supposed to say anyway ? She was the daughter, he was the forefather. She had all sort of duties to meet ...

Julius licked his lips as he saw Amaura helping with dishes. She had turned out to be a fine Lester Willis Young woman ... with that buoyant ass, peeking out of that ridiculous short dame ... it was so closely ...

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

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

That ... did it. The hammering in his foreland disappeared, and Julius was ready for a completely different variety of hammering. He smirked and got up from his chair, walking up to his daughter. He put both hands on her shoulder joint. Amaura tried to turn, but he kept her in plaza. He was used to strike gravid log, his daughter was so light and lithe, so warm and diffused.

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

"W-what do you imply ?"

Julius'left hired hand slithered down to cup one of Amaura's tits. She yelped and maybe even tried to get away, but Julius held her house, just as she was supposed to be. His other hired hand curled around her skirt. Panties and all.

He pulled.

The iota of her blue skirt and white slutty panties filled the kitchen.

"Yaaah !"his daughter shrieked."dad ! 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 constraint, sprung Forth River, and he quickly impaled his juicy girl with it.

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

"You like it ?"

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

"Please what ?"

"Please ... harder, papa ... !"

Julius laughed and fucked her evening quicker and stronger, pushing his gumshoe deep down into his daughter as he mauled her massive boob. They were so diffused and warm under his digit ... why mitt't he done this before anyway ? He couldn't think of a reason. His girl owed him big time for all that he gave her during those years, and she was about to commence paying him ... with her warm, slutty pussy.

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

"... ah ! Daddy ! daddy ! More ! More !"

He took her subdivision and began to pull her against her pecker, so that it would go even profoundly. She seemed to like it, as she shook, squealed and thrashed. Clear liquid spilled from her bitch down onto her legs. Her pussycat clenched, and Julius was close as well.

He was confining to bursting as Amaura shook and cried and begged for more and harder and deeper and delight have it off me pop.

He obliged, went over the edge and came, bursting hot seeded player from his ballock up through his gumshoe and cryptical into Amaura's waiting pussy.

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

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

There.

"Liked you dessert ?"

"Yeah ..."Amaura said, panting. She wobbled on incertain foot down to the board, drying her tears."... I have waited so long for this,"she whispered.

Julius would have wanted to ask her what she meant, but he felt an odd throb in his psyche. Meh. Whatever his girl wanted to tell him it could wait. He needed a nap. Not a recollective one, at any pace. He would soon be back to put Amaura in her spot. This metre, he would care to play with her back door ...

Amaura waited for her father to disappear up the stairs before she let go of the enchanting sceptre. The metal stick fell onto the table. It was so tiring to use. But so worth it. Patience. She had barely started as a mage. She still had lots to learn. Amaura lifted her mamilla. Those at least had turned out mighty fine. She could not wait for her Padre to sleep his lowest inhibitions off. She'd have him all to herself for a whole month before coming back ... and, of, all the things they'd enjoy together ... Amaura smiled. She really owed him. With a flick of her articulatio radiocarpea, she took the verge back in her manus and waved it in front of her womb. She was not getting any endangerment. As for the other effects ... she couldn't wait for pop to retrieve them out ...

Amaura licked her lips. Soon she'd enjoy the second part of her afters, right against her tongue ...