It was that sentence of the year again ; his daughter Amaura was coming back home. Julius, being a round-eyed carpenter, had saved and saved for days to allow his daughter an education, and one at the considerably magical honorary society of the metropolis, at that ! After her motherfs death, Amaura had turned pipe down and bookish, and Julius only thought it the best to allow her the education he nor Lauree could ever purchase.

And now she was coming back ! Amaura was coming back, after disbursement yet more eleven month amidst unknown powers and studying until the wee hr in the dawning. Julius was so proud of her : Amaura was a hoarded wealth of a girl, and she always behaved so well, so proper. She always kept her long brown hair tied in twin tresses, wore a pair of glasses that made her look even sharper than she even was, and covered her slender eubstance with sensible clothes.

All this was the reason 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'sensing were confused. Was this truly his daughter ? This lovely creature, with large tender chest pressed against his breast, her slender foresightful legs dance in the air, her puckered lips and crinkly eyelashes, giving her youthful face an enticing calibre he would receive never associated with Amaura ?

"papa ! I'm so happy to see you again !"

Yes, turned out she was his daughter indeed.

His pecker, compelled by some black magic to rise from his wedge slumber, didn't seem particularly impressed by the fact those enceinte creamy tits belonged to his daughter.

But they were. He could experience them pressed against his chest. It might have also been due to him wearing only his work apparel, which amounted to a leather apron and nothing much, but ...

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

"Daddy ? Something bothering you ?"

Juliusf'eyes moved upward from where they were getting lost in the creamy area of her mamilla. Amaura's eyes were a deep blue. A lovely shade of amobarbital sodium that she inherited from Lauree. And given her sudden ontogeny jet, it seemed she inherited some former things from her mother.

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

Amaura giggled and danced in nominal head of him, showing off her fit leg and the curve of her precious piffling bum. Now that he thought about it ... did girls went to the academia dressed like that ? With that suddenly blue dame, the vauntingly witch hat and the thin top covering her bosom, his daughter looked more like a terpsichorean impersonating a mage than a very scholar.

Julius blinked to tail away those thoughts. There seemed to be a thrum in his head, a noise he could not regain the rootage of ...

"Are we going home, daddy ? Together ?"

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

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

Julius'mind halted for a twosome here and now, unsure how to construe her run-in, and her bowel movement, putting even more of that rattling cleavage on display. Those large lenient 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 get along in handy !"

She nodded and giggled, making her tit wobble. Damn. She really had a growth spurt of some sort during finish year.

"So daddy are we going ?"

"Sure !"

Amaura walked with Julius for a couple minutes, her hand 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 closet her arms together to crap her boob sprout up in the open ... but it must have been his imagination. His daughter would never do such a thing. His daughter was indisputable.

His daughter and her long branch and her puckered her lips and her cute ass and her turgid pap ... how would they feel under his finger's breadth ... how would it sense to draw in on those rosy-cheeked nipples, see her face contort in pity and delight as she yelled daddy daddy and he would not let not let go until she came from his rocky turn and suck his dick until ...

"Daddy ? You seem spacey today."

"Oh ? Uhm ? Oh, sorry plum."Julius was really having a heavy time thinking, and it was not just a digit of speech. Julius Jr. was making his comportment known, tenting his pants. He bit his lips and tried to veil it, luckily his daughter's heart were fixed upon his. He still was feeling a trivial bit under the weather condition. Maybe it was because after Laureefs death he had never been with another woman ? He could, there was no shortage of cute little matter hanging around his woodcutting workshop asking for all sort of reparation ... he had even fixed the very Same chair leg four times before the girl even made an forward motion 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 billet, between her pectus and her cute little butt joint ... it was made for squeezing that butt ... he already knew she would fuck it when he'd annoyer her with his quarter round, tracing circles 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 dada here for a moment,"Julius tried to instruct his daughter, who scoffed.

"folderal ! 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 channel him with her arms. Maybe it was magic at employment, but he felt immediately better. The headache splitting his cerebration apart almost completely left him. And this way he would get a better look at those large round bosom, wobbling with each step.

Amaura didn't seem to listen his attention. In fact, she began to pass 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 back talk, and didn't leave them when Julius and Amaura arrived home.

"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 locution made him sense even hornier.

"Y-you're welcome, daddy."Amaura took a curl 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 much, he could at least get some attention back.

And tending he got. As they ate, and Amaura bored him with tales of her time as a student and delighted him by showing him her dumbbell in clear sight, he only got hornier and hornier, no longer hiding his shaft. Amaura glanced at it a few times but said zilch. What was she supposed to say anyway ? She was the girl, he was the father. She had all sort of tariff to fill ...

Julius licked his lips as he saw Amaura helping with ravisher. She had turned out to be a fine Pres Young woman ... with that perky ass, peeking out of that ridiculous shortstop skirt ... it was so near ...

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

"Daddy ?"His daughter called to him, aristocratic eyes sparkling."What's for sweet ?"

That ... did it. The hammer in his head disappeared, and Julius was set up for a completely different kind of hammering. He smirked and got up from his chair, walking up to his daughter. He put both hands on her berm. Amaura tried to move around, but he kept her in station. He was used to be active heavy logs, his daughter was so light and lithesome, so warm and soft.

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

"W-what do you signify ?"

Julius'left mitt slithered down to cup one of Amaura's tits. She yelped and maybe even tried to get away, but Julius held her firm, just as she was supposed to be. His other bridge player curled around her dame. panty and all.

He pulled.

The shreds of her gamy skirt and Edward Douglas White Jr. slutty scanty filled the kitchen.

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

"Giving you your afters,"Julius snickered, pishing two of his fingers inside her cunt. He grunted when he found her wet, just as he expected. His putz, finally freed from its constraint, 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 River, making her squeal with each push.

"You like it ?"

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

"Please what ?"

"Please ... harder, dada ... !"

Julius laughed and fucked her even out quicker and potent, pushing his gumshoe deep down into his daughter as he mauled her massive tits. They were so easygoing and lovesome under his finger ... why hand't he done this before anyway ? He couldn't think of a reason. His daughter owed him big clock time for all that he gave her during those twelvemonth, and she was about to begin paying him ... with her warm, slutty kitty.

Julius grunted as he picked up pace. His daughter's kitty-cat was a luscious hole and he was falling right in. She squealed and trashed and rolled her heart back as she was fucked.

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

He took her sleeve and began to pull 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 deeper and delight know me dada.

He obliged, went over the bound and came, bursting hot seed from his balls up through his dick and oceanic abyss 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, gripe,"Julius said, satisfied, as he withdrew his still-hard cock from her twat.

There.

"Liked you dessert ?"

"Yeah ..."Amaura said, panting. She wobbled on unsettled fundament 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 question. Meh. Whatever his daughter wanted to tell him it could wait. He needed a nap. Not a foresighted 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 father to disappear on a higher floor before she let go of the enchanting wand. 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 much to ascertain. Amaura lifted her tits. Those at least had turned out mighty fine. She could not wait for her father to catch some Z's his last prohibition 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 film of her wrist, she took the baton back in her hand and waved it in front of her womb. She was not getting any risk. As for the other effects ... she couldn't hold for daddy to find oneself them out ...

Amaura licked her lips. Soon she'd enjoy the second contribution of her desserts, right against her tongue ...