It was that time of the twelvemonth again ; his girl Amaura was coming back dwelling house. Julius, being a dim-witted carpenter, had saved and saved for days to allow his daughter an pedagogy, and one at the better magic academy of the metropolis, at that ! After her motherfs last, Amaura had turned quiet and studious, and Julius only thought it the just to admit her the education he nor Lauree could ever purchase.

And now she was coming back ! Amaura was coming back, after outgo yet more 11 calendar month amidst strange powers and studying until the wee minute in the morning. 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 long brown hair tied in counterpart braid, wore a yoke of spyglass that made her look even sharper than she even was, and covered her supple body with sensible wearing apparel.

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

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

Julius'perceptions were confused. Was this truly his daughter ? This lovely creature, with large warm breasts pressed against his chest, her slender yearn legs saltation in the air, her puckered brim and wavy eyelashes, giving her young case an alluring timbre he would have never associated with Amaura ?

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

Yes, turned out she was his daughter indeed.

His dick, compelled by some black art to rise from his forced slumber, didn't seem particularly impressed by the fact those large creamy knocker 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 body of work wearing apparel, which amounted to a leather apron and nothing much, but ...

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

"Daddy ? Something bothering you ?"

Juliusf'eyes moved upward from where they were getting lost in the creamy surface area of her titty. Amaura's center were a deep blue. A lovely ghost 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 curve of her cute fiddling bum. Now that he thought about it ... did girls went to the academe dressed like that ? With that short Amytal skirt, the great witch hat and the thin top covering her tits, his daughter looked more like a social dancer impersonating a mage than a real student.

Julius blinked to track away those mentation. There seemed to be a thrum in his school principal, a randomness he could not find the source of ...

"Are we going home, daddy ? Together ?"

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

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

Julius'brain halted for a span moments, unsure how to represent her discussion, and her movement, putting even More of that wonderful segmentation on presentation. Those orotund soft globe ... they must ...

No. No.

Julius steeled his will and looked at his daughter's hat. It had turned gauze-like, showing her hooey miniaturized inside.

"Oh. Must come in W. C. Handy !"

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

"So papa are we going ?"

"Sure !"

Amaura walked with Julius for a yoke minutes, her handwriting clasped behind her back, making little cunning hops as she followed her father on their way household. It might have been his imagination but he thought she might in fact jam her blazonry together to stimulate her tits sprout up in the clear ... but it must hold been his imaginativeness. His daughter would never do such a matter. His girl was sure as shooting.

His daughter and her long stage and her puckered her back talk and her cute ass and her expectant tits ... how would they feel under his fingers ... how would it experience to pull on those rosy nipples, see her face contort in pity and pleasance as she yelled daddy pa and he would not let not let go until she came from his rough sport and suck his dick until ...

"Daddy ? You seem spacey today."

"Oh ? Uhm ? Oh, drear plum."Julius was really having a hard time mentation, and it was not just a anatomy of speech. Julius Jr. was making his presence known, tenting his pant. He bit his brim and tried to conceal it, luckily his girl's heart were fixed upon his. He still was feeling a piffling bit under the weather. Maybe it was because after Laureefs decease he had never been with another cleaning woman ? He could, there was no shortage of cute fiddling thing hanging around his woodcutting shop asking for all sort of fixing ... he had even fixed the very like chairwoman leg four times before the little girl even made an advance on him.

But that was all in the past. Maybe it was the raft of his girl, all grown-up, and all filled-out in the mightily places, between her chest and her cunning little ass ... it was made for squeezing that butt ... he already knew she would enjoy it when he'd tease her with his pollex, tracing rope 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 here and now,"Julius tried to instruct his daughter, who scoffed.

"folderal ! If you need avail I can assist you ! I'm a big girl !"

That was genuine, Julius thought. Amaura pushed him against her, trying to carry him with her arm. Maybe it was magic at employment, but he felt immediately better. The headache splitting his thought apart almost completely left him. And this way he would get a better tone at those large round boob, wobbling with each footstep.

Amaura didn't seem to mind his care. In fact, she began to draw him even closer, and when Julius's arm brushed against her plump tail, she made no show of moving him away.

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

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

"Y-you're receive, daddy."Amaura took a lock of brown 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 lots, he could at least get some tending back.

And tending he got. As they ate, and Amaura bored him with tales of her prison term as a student and delighted him by showing him her boob in earn aspect, he only got randy and ruttish, no longer hiding his dick. 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 of the Church. She had all form of duties to carry out ...

Julius licked his sassing as he saw Amaura helping with dishes. She had turned out to be a mulct vernal woman ... with that perky ass, peeking out of that idiotic brusque bird ... it was so closing ...

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

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

That ... did it. The pounding in his head disappeared, and Julius was ready for a completely different sort of pound. He smirked and got up from his chair, walking up to his daughter. He put both hands on her shoulders. Amaura tried to turn, but he kept her in station. He was used to be active heavy logs, his daughter was so light and lithesome, so warm and diffused.

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

"W-what do you entail ?"

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

He pulled.

The shreds of her down in the mouth skirt and white 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 cunt. He grunted when he found her wet, just as he expected. His prick, 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, making her squeal with each push.

"You like it ?"

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

"Please what ?"

"Please ... harder, Daddy ... !"

Julius laughed and fucked her even quicker and stronger, pushing his gumshoe deep down into his daughter as he mauled her monolithic titmouse. 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 daughter owed him big time for all that he gave her during those age, and she was about to get paying him ... with her warm, slutty pussy.

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

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

He took her arms and began to pull her against her shaft, so that it would go even profoundly. She seemed to like it, as she shook, squealed and thrashed. open liquid state spilled from her pussy down onto her legs. Her snatch clenched, and Julius was close as well.

He was closely to bursting as Amaura shook and cried and begged for more and harder and deeper and delight bang me Daddy.

He obliged, went over the border and came, bursting hot seed from his balls up through his dick 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, squawk,"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 pes down to the mesa, drying her rip."... I have waited so long for this,"she whispered.

Julius would give birth wanted to ask her what she meant, but he felt an odd hammer in his header. Meh. Whatever his girl wanted to tell him it could wait. He needed a nap. Not a long one, at any rate. He would soon be back to put Amaura in her place. This time, he would like to play with her backdoor ...

Amaura waited for her Padre to disappear upstairs before she let go of the enchanting wand. The alloy spliff 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 watch. Amaura lifted her tits. Those at least had turned out right fine. She could not wait for her Father-God to kip his last forbiddance off. She'd have him all to herself for a completely 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 joint, she took the verge back in her hand and waved it in front of her womb. She was not getting any risk. As for the early effects ... she couldn't wait for daddy to find them out ...

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