It was that time of the yr again ; his daughter Amaura was coming back domicile. Julius, being a simple carpenter, had saved and saved for years to allow his daughter an education, and one at the upright magical honorary society of the urban center, at that ! After her motherfs death, Amaura had turned quiet and studious, and Julius only thought it the best to allow her the education he nor Lauree could ever buy.

And now she was coming back ! Amaura was coming back, after spending yet more eleven months amidst strange powers and studying until the wee time of day in the break of the day. 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 dark-brown hair tied in twin twist, wore a span of glasses that made her expect even cardsharper than she even was, and covered her lithe body with sensible clothes.

All this was the reasonableness why Julius had a intemperately time believing his heart when his girl, smiling and crying, ran towards him.

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

Julius'perceptual experience were confused. Was this truly his daughter ? This cover girl creature, with prominent warm knocker pressed against his chest, her slender hanker legs saltation in the air, her cockle back talk and wavy lash, giving her youthful boldness an tempt quality he would have never associated with Amaura ?

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

Yes, turned out she was his daughter indeed.

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

But they were. He could finger 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 nil much, but ...

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

"dad ? Something bothering you ?"

Juliusf'eyes moved upward from where they were getting lost in the creamy expanse of her mammilla. Amaura's eyes were a abstruse blue. A pin-up specter of blueing that she inherited from Lauree. And given her sudden growth squirt, it seemed she inherited some former 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 curve of her cute little bum. Now that he thought about it ... did girls went to the academia dressed like that ? With that unawares blue skirt, the great witch hat and the thin top covering her tits, his daughter looked more like a dancer impersonating a mage than a genuine student.

Julius blinked to trail away those thoughts. There seemed to be a thrum in his head, a noise he could not line up the source of ...

"Are we going home, daddy ? Together ?"

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

"No demand 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 duad moments, unsure how to translate her watchword, and her cause, putting even more of that grand cleavage on display. Those large soft orbs ... they must ...

No. No.

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

"Oh. Must amount in handy !"

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

"So pappa are we going ?"

"Sure !"

Amaura walked with Julius for a couple minutes, her hired man clasped behind her back, making small cute hops as she followed her father on their way home. It might have been his mental imagery but he thought she might in fact public press her arms together to take in her mammilla sprout up in the unfastened ... but it must let been his vision. His girl would never do such a thing. His daughter was sure.

His daughter and her long pegleg and her puckered her back talk and her precious ass and her great teat ... how would they experience under his fingers ... how would it find to rend on those rosy mamilla, see her face contort in shame and pleasure as she yelled daddy pop and he would not let not let go until she came from his bumpy play and suck his prick until ...

"daddy ? You seem spaced-out today."

"Oh ? Uhm ? Oh, sad plum."Julius was really having a hard time mentation, and it was not just a figure of speech. Julius Jr. was making his presence known, tenting his pants. He bit his backtalk and tried to hide it, luckily his daughter's eyes were fixed upon his. He still was feeling a piddling bit under the conditions. Maybe it was because after Laureefs death he had never been with another fair sex ? He could, there was no shortfall of cunning little things hanging around his woodcutting store asking for all sort of repairs ... he had even fixed the very same chairwoman 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 situation, between her chest and her precious little butt ... it was made for squeezing that laughingstock ... he already knew she would fuck it when he'd tantalization her with his thumb, tracing rophy 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.

"folderal ! If you need help I can help you ! I'm a big young lady !"

That was reliable, Julius thought. Amaura pushed him against her, trying to carry him with her weapon. Maybe it was magic at body of work, but he felt immediately better. The cephalalgia splitting his thoughts apart almost completely left him. And this way he would get a considerably look at those large rung tits, wobbling with each footfall.

Amaura didn't seem to mind his attention. In fact, she began to pull him even closer, and when Julius's arm brushed against her plump fundament, 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 home.

"Ah, I feel much better now, thank you,"Julius said, brushing his paw against Amaura's impudence again. She blushed and looked away. For some reason the demure expression made him feel even turned on.

"Y-you're welcome, daddy."Amaura took a curl of brown hair around her finger and began to wriggle 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 tending back.

And aid he got. As they ate, and Amaura bored him with taradiddle of her time as a scholarly person and delighted him by showing him her boobs in crystallise thought, he only got hornier and hornier, no longer hiding his hawkshaw. Amaura glanced at it a few meter but said cypher. What was she supposed to say anyway ? She was the daughter, he was the father. She had all sort of duties to fulfill ...

Julius licked his brim as he saw Amaura helping with beauty. She had turned out to be a fine young cleaning woman ... with that chirpy ass, peeking out of that ridiculous short chick ... it was so close ...

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

"pop ?"His daughter called to him, downcast heart sparkling."What's for dessert ?"

That ... did it. The hammering in his head disappeared, and Julius was gear up for a completely different kind of hammering. He smirked and got up from his death chair, walking up to his daughter. He put both hands on her shoulder. Amaura tried to sour, but he kept her in place. He was used to affect heavy log, his girl was so light and lithe, so warm and soft.

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

He pulled.

The shreds of her gamey chick and livid slutty pantie filled the kitchen.

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

"gift you your dessert,"Julius snickered, pishing two of his finger inside her bitch. He grunted when he found her wet, just as he expected. His dick, finally freed from its restraint, 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 button.

"You like it ?"

"I ... ah ... ahhh ... ah, Daddy ! Ah, Daddy, 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 massive tits. They were so soft and warm under his fingers ... why hand't he done this before anyway ? He couldn't think of a reason. His girl owed him big prison term for all that he gave her during those years, and she was about to begin paying him ... with her warm, slutty pussy.

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

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

He took her arms and began to pull in 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 ramification. 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 deeper and please fuck me Daddy.

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

"... ahh ... dad is cumming inside me ..."Amaura said as she smiled, spilling bout 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 unsealed groundwork down to the table, drying her bout."... I have waited so long for this,"she whispered.

Julius would feature wanted to ask her what she meant, but he felt an odd pounding in his head. Meh. Whatever his daughter wanted to narrate him it could wait. He needed a nap. Not a long one, at any charge per unit. He would soon be back to put Amaura in her place. This time, he would like to spiel with her backdoor ...

Amaura waited for her Padre to evaporate up the stairs before she let go of the enchanting wand. The metal joystick 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 get a line. Amaura lifted her tits. Those at least had turned out mightily fine. She could not wait for her Father to sleep his lowest suppression 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 moving picture of her articulatio radiocarpea, she took the wand back in her helping hand and waved it in figurehead of her womb. She was not getting any risk. As for the other effects ... she couldn't delay for daddy to find them out ...

Amaura licked her lips. Soon she'd enjoy the second part of her sweet, right against her natural language ...