It was that time of the year again ; his daughter Amaura was coming back home. Julius, being a dewy-eyed carpenter, had saved and saved for twelvemonth to allow his daughter an breeding, and one at the full magical academy of the urban center, at that ! After her motherfs death, Amaura had turned quiet and bookish, and Julius only thought it the salutary to allow her the educational activity he nor Lauree could ever purchase.

And now she was coming back ! Amaura was coming back, after outlay yet more eleven months amidst strange king and studying until the wee hours in the cockcrow. Julius was so proud of her : Amaura was a gem of a girl, and she always behaved so well, so proper. She always kept her recollective brownish hair tied in Gemini tresses, wore a duad of spectacles that made her count even acute than she even was, and covered her lissome trunk with sensible clothes.

All this was the grounds why Julius had a hard sentence believing his eyes when his daughter, smiling and crying, ran towards him.

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

Julius'perceptions were confused. Was this truly his girl ? This lovely wight, with orotund warm breasts pressed against his chest, her slender long pegleg saltation in the air, her puckered lips and wavy eyelash, giving her young aspect an tempting caliber he would receive never associated with Amaura ?

"dada ! I'm so glad 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 large creamy tits belonged to his daughter.

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 nothing much, but ...

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

"dada ? 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 deep blue. A lovely tincture of Amytal that she inherited from Lauree. And given her sudden increment jet, it seemed she inherited some other affair from her mother.

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

Amaura giggled and danced in forepart of him, showing off her fit ramification 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 short blue skirt, the large beldame hat and the thin top covering her tits, his daughter looked more like a dancer impersonating a mage than a really student.

Julius blinked to trail away those thought. There seemed to be a thrum in his head, a noise he could not get hold the source of ...

"Are we going home, daddy ? Together ?"

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

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

Julius'idea halted for a couple moments, unsure how to understand her words, and her movement, putting even 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. mustiness come in handy !"

She nodded and giggled, making her tits wobble. tinker's dam. She really had a growth spurt of some sort during finally class.

"So pop are we going ?"

"Sure !"

Amaura walked with Julius for a couplet minutes, her paw clasped behind her back, making little cute hops as she followed her Father on their way home. It might have been his imagination but he thought she might in fact crush her arms together to make her tits sprout up in the subject ... but it must have been his resource. His girl would never do such a matter. His daughter was for sure.

His daughter and her long legs and her puckered her sass and her cunning ass and her large boob ... how would they feel under his digit ... how would it feel to pull on those rose-cheeked teat, see her aspect contort in ignominy and delight as she yelled pappa daddy and he would not let not let go until she came from his approximate play and suck his hawkshaw until ...

"Daddy ? You seem spacey today."

"Oh ? Uhm ? Oh, dark plum."Julius was really having a heavy metre thinking, and it was not just a flesh of speech. Julius Jr. was making his front known, tenting his pants. He bit his sass and tried to obscure it, luckily his daughter's eyes were fixed upon his. He still was feeling a little bit under the weather condition. Maybe it was because after Laureefs death he had never been with another woman ? He could, there was no shortfall of cute slight matter hanging around his woodcutting shop class asking for all sort of mending ... he had even fixed the very same chairperson 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 girl, all grown-up, and all filled-out in the right places, between her chest and her cunning little butt ... it was made for squeezing that buns ... he already knew she would enjoy it when he'd flirt her with his quarter round, tracing roofy around it before plunging in and making her squeal like the minuscule piggie she was ...

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

"nonsense ! If you need help I can help you ! I'm a big missy !"

That was true, Julius thought. Amaura pushed him against her, trying to channel him with her branch. Maybe it was magic at work, but he felt immediately better. The headache splitting his persuasion apart almost completely left him. And this way he would get a expert look at those large rhythm bosom, wobbling with each dance step.

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

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

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

"Y-you're welcome, daddy."Amaura took a lock of brown haircloth around her finger's breadth 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 aid back.

And attention he got. As they ate, and Amaura bored him with tale of her time as a bookman and delighted him by showing him her titty in clear aspect, he only got hornier and hornier, no longer hiding his dick. Amaura glanced at it a few metre but said nothing. What was she supposed to say anyway ? She was the daughter, he was the father. She had all kind of duties to carry out ...

Julius licked his lips as he saw Amaura helping with dishful. She had turned out to be a fine Thomas Young woman ... with that chirpy ass, peeking out of that ridiculous short skirt ... it was so close ...

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

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

That ... did it. The hammering in his head disappeared, and Julius was fix for a completely unlike kind of pounding. He smirked and got up from his president, walking up to his girl. He put both hands on her shoulders. Amaura tried to release, but he kept her in place. He was used to locomote gruelling logs, his daughter was so alight and sylphlike, so affectionate and soft.

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

"W-what do you think ?"

Julius'left bridge player slithered down to cup one of Amaura's mamilla. She yelped and maybe even tried to get away, but Julius held her firm, just as she was supposed to be. His other hired man curled around her skirt. step-in and all.

He pulled.

The shreds of her blue skirt and white slutty panties filled the kitchen.

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

"giving you your dessert,"Julius snickered, pishing two of his finger's breadth inside her cunt. 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 girl 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, 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 ardent under his fingers ... why hand't he done this before anyway ? He couldn't think of a understanding. His daughter owed him big time for all that he gave her during those years, and she was about to set out paying him ... with her warm, slutty pussy.

Julius grunted as he picked up pace. 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 ! pop ! Daddy ! more ! More !"

He took her branch and began to pull her against her dick, so that it would go even inscrutable. She seemed to like it, as she shook, squealed and thrashed. Clear liquid spilled from her snatch down onto her branch. Her pussycat clenched, and Julius was close as well.

He was skinny to bursting as Amaura shook and cried and begged for more and harder and deeply and please fuck me dada.

He obliged, went over the sharpness and came, bursting hot seed from his bollock up through his dick and mystifying into Amaura's waiting puss.

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

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

There.

"Liked you dessert ?"

"Yeah ..."Amaura said, panting. She wobbled on uncertain metrical foot down to the table, drying her split."... I have waited so long for this,"she whispered.

Julius would have wanted to ask her what she meant, but he felt an odd pound in his pass. Meh. Whatever his daughter wanted to order him it could hold back. He needed a nap. Not a foresightful one, at any rate. He would soon be back to put Amaura in her place. This metre, he would wish to bet with her backdoor ...

Amaura waited for her male parent to disappear upstairs before she let go of the enchanting wand. The metal stick fell onto the mesa. It was so tiring to use. But so worth it. Patience. She had barely started as a mage. She still had a lot to learn. Amaura lifted her nipple. Those at least had turned out mighty fine. She could not wait for her father to log Z's his end inhibition 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 picture of her wrist, she took the scepter back in her helping hand and waved it in figurehead of her womb. She was not getting any danger. As for the other burden ... she couldn't wait for pappa to find them out ...

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