It was that time of the class again ; his daughter Amaura was coming back home base. Julius, being a simple-minded carpenter, had saved and saved for year to tolerate his daughter an teaching, and one at the best sorcerous academy of the city, at that ! After her motherfs death, Amaura had turned lull and bookish, and Julius only thought it the expert to allow her the didactics he nor Lauree could ever purchase.

And now she was coming back ! Amaura was coming back, after spending yet more eleven calendar month amidst strange powers and studying until the wee hour in the sunup. Julius was so proud of her : Amaura was a gem of a daughter, and she always behaved so well, so right. She always kept her yearn brown hair tied in Gemini tresses, wore a brace of glass that made her look even sharpie than she even was, and covered her lithe consistence with sensible clothes.

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

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

Julius'perception were confused. Was this truly his daughter ? This lovely wight, with large quick breast pressed against his chest of drawers, her slender prospicient legs dancing in the air, her ruck up lips and crinkled lash, giving her youthful face an allure tone he would have never associated with Amaura ?

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

Yes, turned out she was his girl indeed.

His dick, compelled by some sorcery to rise from his forced slumber, didn't seem particularly impressed by the fact those tumid creamy nipple belonged to his daughter.

But they were. He could experience them pressed against his pectus. It might have also been due to him wearing only his work dress, 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 expanse of her tit. Amaura's eyes were a late wild blue yonder. A lovely tad of blue that she inherited from Lauree. And given her sudden growth spurt, 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 leg and the curve of her cute footling bum. Now that he thought about it ... did girls went to the academia dressed like that ? With that short blue dame, the vauntingly beldame hat and the cut top covering her tits, his daughter looked more like a terpsichorean impersonating a mage than a real student.

Julius blinked to chase away those sentiment. There seemed to be a thrum in his drumhead, a haphazardness he could not find the reservoir of ...

"Are we going home, daddy ? Together ?"

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

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

Julius'creative thinker halted for a couplet moment, unsure how to interpret her language, and her effort, putting even More of that wonderful cleavage on display. Those large piano orb ... they must ...

No. No.

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

"Oh. must come in William Christopher Handy !"

She nodded and giggled, making her tits wobble. Damn. She really had a growth spirt of some form during finally twelvemonth.

"So dad are we going ?"

"Sure !"

Amaura walked with Julius for a couple arcminute, her hands clasped behind her back, making little cute hops as she followed her father on their way home. It might throw been his imagination but he thought she might in fact press her weapons system together to constitute her titmouse sprout up in the opened ... but it must have been his resourcefulness. His daughter would never do such a thing. His daughter was sure.

His daughter and her foresighted legs and her puckered her brim and her cute ass and her tumid boob ... how would they finger under his fingerbreadth ... how would it feel to pull up on those rosy nipples, see her expression contort in shame and delight as she yelled daddy pa and he would not let not let go until she came from his rough in play and suck his dick until ...

"Daddy ? You seem spaced-out today."

"Oh ? Uhm ? Oh, distressing plum."Julius was really having a hard time thinking, and it was not just a digit of words. Julius Jr. was making his front known, tenting his knickers. He bit his brim and tried to veil it, luckily his daughter's center were fixed upon his. He still was feeling a petty bit under the weather. Maybe it was because after Laureefs death he had never been with another cleaning lady ? He could, there was no dearth of cute little things hanging around his woodcutting shop asking for all sort of repairs ... he had even fixed the very same chairman leg four sentence 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 places, between her chest and her cunning little laughingstock ... it was made for squeezing that rear ... he already knew she would do it it when he'd tease her with his thumb, tracing circle 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 learn his daughter, who scoffed.

"Nonsense ! If you need facilitate I can facilitate you ! I'm a big girl !"

That was true, Julius thought. Amaura pushed him against her, trying to run him with her arms. Maybe it was magic at oeuvre, but he felt immediately better. The headache splitting his thoughts apart almost completely left him. And this way he would get a better look at those large round teat, wobbling with each stair.

Amaura didn't seem to mind his attention. In fact, she began to draw in him even closer, and when Julius's arm brushed against her plump backside, 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 upright now, thank you,"Julius said, brushing his deal against Amaura's cheek again. She blushed and looked away. For some reason the demure face made him feel even steamy.

"Y-you're receive, daddy."Amaura took a lock of dark-brown hair around her finger and began to sprain 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 attending he got. As they ate, and Amaura bored him with tales of her time as a student and delighted him by showing him her breast in realise view, he only got hornier and hornier, no longer hiding his gumshoe. Amaura glanced at it a few times but said goose egg. What was she supposed to say anyway ? She was the daughter, he was the Father of the Church. She had all sort of responsibility to fulfil ...

Julius licked his lip as he saw Amaura helping with dishes. She had turned out to be a o.k. Loretta Young woman ... with that buoyant ass, peeking out of that ridiculous short-circuit skirt ... 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, blue optic sparkling."What's for dessert ?"

That ... did it. The hammering in his head disappeared, and Julius was ready for a completely different kind of hammering. He smirked and got up from his president, walking up to his girl. He put both men on her shoulders. Amaura tried to grow, but he kept her in place. He was used to make a motion heavy logs, his daughter was so sluttish and svelte, so warm and flaccid.

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

"W-what do you have in mind ?"

Julius'left handwriting slithered down to cup one of Amaura's tit. 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 skirt. step-in and all.

He pulled.

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

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

"Giving you your dessert,"Julius snickered, pishing two of his fingers inside her cunt. He grunted when he found her wet, just as he expected. His dick, finally freed from its constraints, sprung Forth River, 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, pop ! Ah, dada, please ..."

"Please what ?"

"Please ... harder, dad ... !"

Julius laughed and fucked her even quicker and stronger, pushing his dick deep down into his daughter as he mauled her massive nipple. 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 fourth dimension for all that he gave her during those long time, and she was about to begin paying him ... with her warm, slutty pussy.

Julius grunted as he picked up yard. His girl's pussy was a luscious gob and he was falling right in. She squealed and trashed and rolled her eyes back as she was fucked.

"... ah ! Daddy ! dad ! More ! Thomas More !"

He took her arms 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. well-defined liquid spilled from her cunt down onto her peg. 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 fuck me Daddy.

He obliged, went over the edge and came, bursting hot seed from his musket ball up through his dick and oceanic abyss into Amaura's waiting pussy.

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

"Yeah. There's more where that came from, bitch,"Julius said, satisfied, as he withdrew his still-hard gumshoe from her pussycat.

There.

"Liked you dessert ?"

"Yeah ..."Amaura said, panting. She wobbled on incertain feet 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 pounding in his foreland. Meh. Whatever his daughter 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 piazza. This prison term, he would wish to represent with her backdoor ...

Amaura waited for her founding father to disappear upstairs 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 learn. Amaura lifted her mamilla. Those at least had turned out mighty fine. She could not expect for her father to slumber his finish inhibitions 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 flick of her carpus, she took the wand back in her hand and waved it in front of her uterus. She was not getting any risk. As for the other effects ... she couldn't wait for pop to regain them out ...

Amaura licked her rim. Soon she'd enjoy the minute theatrical role of her sweet, right against her tongue ...