It was that fourth dimension of the yr again ; his daughter Amaura was coming back home. Julius, being a simple carpenter, had saved and saved for old age to earmark his daughter an educational activity, and one at the practiced charming academy of the metropolis, at that ! After her motherfs destruction, Amaura had turned muted and studious, and Julius only thought it the best to grant her the education he nor Lauree could ever purchase.

And now she was coming back ! Amaura was coming back, after spending yet more eleven months amidst strange powers and studying until the wee 60 minutes in the aurora. Julius was so proud of her : Amaura was a hoarded wealth of a daughter, and she always behaved so well, so proper. She always kept her farsighted Brown hair tied in twin tresses, wore a dyad of glasses that made her look even sharper than she even was, and covered her lithe body with sensitive wearing apparel.

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

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

Julius'percept were confused. Was this truly his daughter ? This adorable creature, with tumid fond tit pressed against his chest, her slender long leg dancing in the air, her ruck mouth and wavy eyelash, giving her youthful face an tempting calibre he would take never associated with Amaura ?

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

Yes, turned out she was his daughter indeed.

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

But they were. He could feel them pressed against his chest. It might have also been due to him wearing only his work clothes, which amounted to a leather apron and zero much, but ...

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

"pa ? Something bothering you ?"

Juliusf'middle moved upward from where they were getting lost in the creamy expanse of her nipple. Amaura's oculus were a thick blue. A adorable shade of blue that she inherited from Lauree. And given her sudden maturation spurt, it seemed she inherited some former things from her mother.

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

Amaura giggled and danced in front man 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 shortsighted blue skirt, the great beldam hat and the thin top covering her tits, his daughter looked more like a dancer impersonating a mage than a real student.

Julius blinked to chase away those thoughts. There seemed to be a thrum in his head, a stochasticity he could not get hold the root of ...

"Are we going home, daddy ? Together ?"

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

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

Julius'brain halted for a couple bit, shy how to understand her words, and her movement, putting even more of that wonderful segmentation on show. 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 stuff miniaturized inside.

"Oh. Must amount in William Christopher Handy !"

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

"So pop are we going ?"

"Sure !"

Amaura walked with Julius for a couple instant, her hired hand clasped behind her back, making little cute record hop as she followed her founder on their way home. It might have been his imaging but he thought she might in fact press her arms together to piss her tits sprout up in the open ... but it must have been his imaginativeness. His daughter would never do such a thing. His girl was for sure.

His girl and her recollective leg and her puckered her brim and her cute ass and her heavy nipple ... how would they feel under his fingers ... how would it feel to pull on those rosy tit, see her face contort in pity and delight as she yelled daddy dad and he would not let not let go until she came from his rough shimmer and suck his dick until ...

"pa ? You seem spacy today."

"Oh ? Uhm ? Oh, sorry plum."Julius was really having a hard clock time thinking, and it was not just a bod of speech. Julius Jr. was making his front known, tenting his pant. He bit his lips and tried to hide it, luckily his daughter's eyes were fixed upon his. He still was feeling a piddling bit under the weather condition. Maybe it was because after Laureefs Death he had never been with another woman ? He could, there was no shortage of cunning short matter hanging around his woodcutting store asking for all form of fixture ... he had even fixed the very same chair leg four times before the girl 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 right lieu, between her chest and her cute piffling laughingstock ... it was made for squeezing that butt ... he already knew she would love it when he'd minx her with his thumb, tracing lap 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 apprize his daughter, who scoffed.

"nonsense ! If you need facilitate I can assist you ! I'm a big girl !"

That was true, Julius thought. Amaura pushed him against her, trying to extend him with her weapon. Maybe it was magic at study, but he felt immediately better. The worry splitting his idea apart almost completely left him. And this way he would get a undecomposed flavor at those vauntingly round tits, wobbling with each step.

Amaura didn't seem to take care his attention. In fact, she began to pull 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 lips, and didn't leave them when Julius and Amaura arrived family.

"Ah, I feel much better now, thank you,"Julius said, brushing his helping hand against Amaura's impertinence again. She blushed and looked away. For some grounds the demure expression made him feel even steamy.

"Y-you're receive, daddy."Amaura took a lock of brownish haircloth around her fingerbreadth and began to rick 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 least get some attention back.

And attention he got. As they ate, and Amaura bored him with tales of her prison term as a pupil and delighted him by showing him her booby in clear view, he only got ruttish and hornier, no longer hiding his prick. Amaura glanced at it a few times but said nix. What was she supposed to say anyway ? She was the daughter, he was the father. She had all sort of tariff to carry out ...

Julius licked his mouth as he saw Amaura helping with dishes. She had turned out to be a fine young womanhood ... with that buoyant ass, peeking out of that preposterous short skirt ... it was so close up ...

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

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

That ... did it. The hammering in his school principal disappeared, and Julius was set up for a completely different kind of hammer. He smirked and got up from his president, walking up to his daughter. He put both hands on her shoulders. Amaura tried to turn, but he kept her in situation. He was used to proceed fleshy logs, his daughter was so light and slender, so warm up and gentle.

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

"W-what do you mean ?"

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

He pulled.

The rag of her blue devil skirt and T. H. White slutty panties filled the kitchen.

"Yaaah !"his daughter shrieked."dada ! What are you doing ?"

"Giving you your dessert,"Julius snickered, pishing two of his fingers inside her cunt. He grunted when he found her wet, just as he expected. His hawkshaw, finally freed from its constraints, sprung forth, and he quickly impaled his juicy daughter 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, Daddy, please ..."

"Please what ?"

"Please ... harder, pa ... !"

Julius laughed and fucked her evening quicker and substantial, pushing his dick deep down into his daughter as he mauled her massive tits. They were so soft and tender under his fingers ... why hand'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 begin paying him ... with her warm, slutty kitty-cat.

Julius grunted as he picked up footstep. His daughter's pussy was a voluptuous jam and he was falling right in. She squealed and trashed and rolled her eyes back as she was fucked.

"... ah ! Daddy ! dad ! More ! Sir Thomas More !"

He took her blazon and began to pull her against her prick, so that it would go even deeper. She seemed to like it, as she shook, squealed and thrashed. Clear liquidness spilled from her pussy down onto her legs. Her pussycat clenched, and Julius was close as well.

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

He obliged, went over the edge and came, bursting hot come from his balls up through his pecker and deep into Amaura's waiting twat.

"... ahh ... Daddy is cumming inside me ..."Amaura said as she smiled, spilling tears 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 groundwork down to the table, 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 pounding in his head. Meh. Whatever his girl wanted to tell him it could waitress. He needed a nap. Not a long one, at any pace. He would soon be back to put Amaura in her place. This fourth dimension, he would like to play with her back entrance ...

Amaura waited for her Father of the Church to disappear on a higher floor before she let go of the enchanting wand. 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 often to learn. Amaura lifted her pap. Those at least had turned out mighty mulct. She could not wait for her Fatherhood to sleep his last suppression off. She'd have him all to herself for a hale 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 wand back in her hand and waved it in figurehead of her womb. She was not getting any peril. As for the other upshot ... she couldn't waiting for daddy to notice them out ...

Amaura licked her back talk. Soon she'd enjoy the secondment part of her desserts, right against her tongue ...