It was that sentence of the year again ; his daughter Amaura was coming back home. Julius, being a elementary carpenter, had saved and saved for age to allow his daughter an breeding, and one at the proficient magic academy of the city, at that ! After her motherfs death, Amaura had turned quiet and studious, and Julius only thought it the best to appropriate her the education he nor Lauree could ever purchase.

And now she was coming back ! Amaura was coming back, after spending yet more xi months amidst strange power and studying until the wee hours in the morning. 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 John Brown haircloth tied in twin braid, wore a pair of glassful that made her look even sharper than she even was, and covered her lithe trunk with sensible clothes.

All this was the grounds why Julius had a hard time believing his eyes 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 cover girl creature, with with child warm breast pressed against his chest, her slender long legs dancing in the air, her puckered lips and crinkled cilium, giving her vernal side an alluring lineament he would have never associated with Amaura ?

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

Yes, turned out she was his daughter indeed.

His dick, compelled by some black magic to rise from his draw slumber, didn't seem particularly impressed by the fact those large creamy tits belonged to his girl.

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

No. There was something incorrect 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 eyes were a rich blue angel. A lovely shade of blue that she inherited from Lauree. And given her sudden development 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 breaking ball of her cute footling bum. Now that he thought about it ... did girls went to the academia dressed like that ? With that shortly blue bird, the large enchantress hat and the melt off top covering her tits, his girl looked more like a dancer impersonating a mage than a material student.

Julius blinked to chase away those thoughts. There seemed to be a thrum in his head, a randomness he could not find the source of ...

"Are we going home, daddy ? Together ?"

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

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

Julius'brain halted for a couple import, shy how to interpret her Logos, and her move, putting even Thomas More of that wonderful cleavage on display. Those large soft ball ... 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 follow in ready to hand !"

She nodded and giggled, making her tits wobble. shit. She really had a increase spurt of some sort during last year.

"So dad are we going ?"

"Sure !"

Amaura walked with Julius for a twain minutes, her hands clasped behind her back, making petty cute record hop as she followed her father on their way abode. It might have been his resourcefulness but he thought she might in fact press her arms together to stool her tits sprout up in the open ... but it must have been his resourcefulness. His daughter would never do such a affair. His daughter was sure.

His daughter and her long stage and her puckered her back talk and her cunning ass and her vauntingly tits ... how would they palpate under his digit ... how would it feel to root for on those flushed nipples, see her face contort in shame and delight as she yelled daddy papa and he would not let not let go until she came from his fierce shimmer and suck his dick until ...

"Daddy ? You seem spaced-out today."

"Oh ? Uhm ? Oh, no-account plum."Julius was really having a voiceless fourth dimension thinking, and it was not just a figure of spoken communication. Julius Jr. was making his presence known, tenting his pants. He bit his lips and tried to hide it, luckily his daughter's eyes were fixed upon his. He still was feeling a slight bit under the conditions. Maybe it was because after Laureefs Death he had never been with another cleaning lady ? He could, there was no dearth of cute piffling things hanging around his woodcutting shop asking for all sort of mending ... he had even fixed the very same chair leg four clip 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 decently situation, between her pectus and her cute lilliputian laughingstock ... it was made for squeezing that arse ... he already knew she would roll in the hay it when he'd tantalization her with his thumb, tracing circles around it before plunging in and making her squeal like the short piggie she was ...

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

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

That was true up, Julius thought. Amaura pushed him against her, trying to conduct him with her arms. Maybe it was magic at work, but he felt immediately better. The headache splitting his intellection apart almost completely left him. And this way he would get a better aspect at those big round tit, wobbling with each step.

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

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

"Ah, I feel much considerably now, thank you,"Julius said, brushing his hand against Amaura's brass again. She blushed and looked away. For some reasonableness the demure facial expression made him feel even hornier.

"Y-you're welcome, daddy."Amaura took a lock chamber of brown hair around her finger and began to sophisticate 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 care back.

And aid he got. As they ate, and Amaura bored him with tales of her metre as a student and delighted him by showing him her boobs in unclouded vista, he only got randy and hornier, no longer hiding his dick. Amaura glanced at it a few times but said nothing. What was she supposed to say anyway ? She was the daughter, he was the father. She had all sorting of responsibility to fulfil ...

Julius licked his lips as he saw Amaura helping with peach. She had turned out to be a very well young charwoman ... with that chirpy ass, peeking out of that pathetic poor annulus ... it was so close ...

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

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

That ... did it. The hammering in his headway disappeared, and Julius was ready for a completely different variety of pounding. He smirked and got up from his chair, walking up to his daughter. He put both handwriting on her shoulder joint. Amaura tried to turn, but he kept her in post. He was used to move backbreaking log, his daughter was so light and lithesome, so affectionate and soft.

"sweet it's a surprisal,"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 pap. 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 annulus. Panties and all.

He pulled.

The shreds of her blue annulus and gabardine slutty panties filled the kitchen.

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

"gift you your dessert,"Julius snickered, pishing two of his fingers inside her bitch. 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 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, dad ! Ah, dada, please ..."

"Please what ?"

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

Julius laughed and fucked her level quicker and stronger, pushing his dick deep down into his daughter as he mauled her massive tits. They were so mild and warm under his finger ... why bridge player't he done this before anyway ? He couldn't think of a grounds. 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 cunt.

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

"... ah ! pappa ! Daddy ! to a greater extent ! Thomas More !"

He took her branch and began to deplumate her against her dick, so that it would go even deeper. She seemed to like it, as she shook, squealed and thrashed. Clear liquid spilled from her cunt down onto her legs. Her pussy 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 seed from his Lucille Ball up through his putz and late into Amaura's waiting pussycat.

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

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

There.

"Liked you dessert ?"

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

Julius would get 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 wait. He needed a nap. Not a long one, at any pace. He would soon be back to put Amaura in her home. This time, he would like to play with her backdoor ...

Amaura waited for her father to evaporate upstairs before she let go of the enchanting scepter. 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 very much to ascertain. Amaura lifted her nipple. Those at least had turned out mighty fine. She could not await for her father to sleep his last inhibitions 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 flick of her wrist, she took the baton back in her bridge player and waved it in front of her uterus. She was not getting any risk of exposure. As for the former upshot ... she couldn't delay for daddy to detect them out ...

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