It was that time of the year again ; his daughter Amaura was coming back house. Julius, being a simple carpenter, had saved and saved for years to leave his girl an education, and one at the dear magical academy of the urban center, at that ! After her motherfs dying, Amaura had turned quiet and studious, and Julius only thought it the proficient to allow her the education he nor Lauree could ever purchase.

And now she was coming back ! Amaura was coming back, after expenditure yet more eleven months amidst unknown powerfulness and studying until the wee hours in the break of the day. Julius was so gallant of her : Amaura was a hoarded wealth of a daughter, and she always behaved so well, so proper. She always kept her yearn chocolate-brown hair tied in Gemini tress, wore a twain of eyeglasses that made her appear even tart than she even was, and covered her lithe body with sensitive clothes.

All this was the reason why Julius had a intemperately clip believing his oculus when his girl, 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 cover girl creature, with large warm breasts pressed against his dresser, her slender long branch dancing in the air, her puckered sass and wavy eyelashes, giving her youthful face an tempting quality he would have never associated with Amaura ?

"pa ! I'm so felicitous to see you again !"

Yes, turned out she was his daughter indeed.

His cock, compelled by some black magic to rebel from his drive slumber, didn't seem particularly impressed by the fact those large creamy tit belonged to his daughter.

But they were. He could finger them pressed against his chest. It might sustain also been due to him wearing only his work dress, which amounted to a leather proscenium and nothing much, but ...

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

"dad ? Something bothering you ?"

Juliusf'eyes moved upward from where they were getting lost in the creamy area of her breast. Amaura's eyes were a deep Amytal. A lovely shadowiness of blue that she inherited from Lauree. And given her sudden growth jet, it seemed she inherited some other things from her mother.

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

Amaura giggled and danced in presence of him, showing off her fit legs and the curvature of her cute fiddling bum. Now that he thought about it ... did girls went to the academe dressed like that ? With that dead blue devil skirt, the heavy witch hat and the thin top covering her tits, his daughter looked more like a dancer impersonating a mage than a real pupil.

Julius blinked to chase away those intellection. There seemed to be a thrum in his nous, a noise 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 enceinte hat."It's all here."She puckered her lips, leaned forward."Wan na see ?"

Julius'creative thinker halted for a couple moment, unsure how to interpret her words, and her movement, putting even more of that wonderful segmentation on display. Those magnanimous easy 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. mustiness come in W. C. Handy !"

She nodded and giggled, making her tits wobble. Damn. She really had a growth jet of some sort during last year.

"So dada are we going ?"

"Sure !"

Amaura walked with Julius for a distich bit, her hired hand clasped behind her back, making little precious record hop as she followed her father on their way home. It might stimulate been his imagination but he thought she might in fact press her arms together to get her mammilla sprout up in the open ... but it must have been his imagination. His daughter would never do such a affair. His daughter was trusted.

His girl and her long legs and her puckered her brim and her cute ass and her bombastic teat ... how would they experience under his finger's breadth ... how would it feel to pull on those flushed nipples, see her face contort in shame and pleasure as she yelled daddy dad and he would not let not let go until she came from his crude swordplay and suck his tool until ...

"Daddy ? You seem spacy today."

"Oh ? Uhm ? Oh, good-for-nothing plum."Julius was really having a intemperately time thinking, and it was not just a figure of speech. Julius Jr. was making his presence known, tenting his gasp. He bit his backtalk and tried to hide it, luckily his daughter's eyes were fixed upon his. He still was feeling a petty bit under the weather. Maybe it was because after Laureefs death he had never been with another fair sex ? He could, there was no shortage of cunning slight things hanging around his woodcutting workshop asking for all sort of repair ... he had even fixed the very same chair leg four sentence before the girl even made an onward motion on him.

But that was all in the past. Maybe it was the hatful of his daughter, all grown-up, and all filled-out in the right home, between her dresser and her cute trivial stooge ... it was made for squeezing that hindquarters ... he already knew she would love it when he'd tease her with his thumb, tracing dress circle 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 instant,"Julius tried to instruct his girl, who scoffed.

"meaninglessness ! If you need assist I can help you ! I'm a big girl !"

That was true, Julius thought. Amaura pushed him against her, trying to carry him with her implements of war. Maybe it was magic at work, but he felt immediately better. The headache splitting his thoughts apart almost completely left him. And this way he would get a better looking at at those orotund daily round tits, wobbling with each footfall.

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 backside, she made no show of moving him away.

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

"Ah, I feel much respectable now, thank you,"Julius said, brushing his manus against Amaura's cheek again. She blushed and looked away. For some reason the demure reflexion made him sense even hornier.

"Y-you're receive, daddy."Amaura took a lock of browned hair 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 a great deal, he could at least get some attention back.

And attention he got. As they ate, and Amaura bored him with tales of her time as a pupil and delighted him by showing him her tit in absolved view, he only got hornlike and steamy, no longer hiding his dick. Amaura glanced at it a few sentence but said nothing. What was she supposed to say anyway ? She was the daughter, he was the founding father. She had all sorting of obligation to meet ...

Julius licked his lips as he saw Amaura helping with cup of tea. She had turned out to be a all right young woman ... with that perky ass, peeking out of that ridiculous short dame ... it was so shut down ...

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

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

That ... did it. The hammering in his head disappeared, and Julius was ready for a completely different sort of hammering. He smirked and got up from his chair, walking up to his girl. He put both bridge player on her shoulders. Amaura tried to flex, but he kept her in property. He was used to move with child log, his daughter was so visible light and lithe, so warm and soft.

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

"W-what do you think of ?"

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

He pulled.

The shreds of her blue bird and Edward Douglas White Jr. slutty scanty filled the kitchen.

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

"gift you your sweet,"Julius snickered, pishing two of his finger inside her twat. He grunted when he found her wet, just as he expected. His dick, finally freed from its constraints, sprung Forth River, and he quickly impaled his juicy daughter with it.

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

"You like it ?"

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

"Please what ?"

"Please ... harder, pappa ... !"

Julius laughed and fucked her eve quicker and stronger, pushing his pecker deep down into his daughter as he mauled her massive titty. They were so soft and warm under his finger ... why hand't he done this before anyway ? He couldn't think of a reasonableness. His daughter owed him big prison term for all that he gave her during those age, and she was about to set out paying him ... with her warm, slutty puss.

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

"... ah ! dada ! Daddy ! More ! More !"

He took her weaponry and began to deplume her against her shaft, so that it would go even deeper. She seemed to like it, as she shook, squealed and thrashed. clearly liquidity spilled from her cunt down onto her legs. Her kitty-cat clenched, and Julius was close as well.

He was closing curtain to bursting as Amaura shook and cried and begged for more and harder and deeper and please fuck me Daddy.

He obliged, went over the edge and came, bursting hot seed from his balls up through his shaft and deep into Amaura's waiting pussy.

"... 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 slit.

There.

"Liked you dessert ?"

"Yeah ..."Amaura said, panting. She wobbled on uncertain human foot 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 headland. Meh. Whatever his girl wanted to secernate him it could wait. He needed a nap. Not a farsighted one, at any rate. He would soon be back to put Amaura in her place. This time, he would wish to play with her back entrance ...

Amaura waited for her Padre to disappear on a higher floor before she let go of the enchanting wand. The metal pin 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 much to find out. Amaura lifted her mamilla. Those at least had turned out mighty fine. She could not wait for her father to catch some Z's his shoemaker's last inhibitions off. She'd have him all to herself for a whole calendar month before coming back ... and, of, all the things they'd enjoy together ... Amaura smiled. She really owed him. With a flick of her wrist, she took the wand back in her hand and waved it in front of her womb. She was not getting any risk. As for the other burden ... she couldn't delay for daddy to happen them out ...

Amaura licked her brim. Soon she'd enjoy the back office of her desserts, right against her tongue ...