The Daughters of Adriana (Futa Loli on men and woman, Domination, excessiv cum, size)

PLEASE READ BEFORE READING THE STORY

Here's the first chapter of my new story which centers on Adrianas two daughters, Rona and Flava.

For those of you not yet familiar with Adriana: Here's my first story with her.

Part one is sort of a preface - the daughters of Adriana appear only briefly. They show what they're able to in the next chapter.

So this preface is sort of an introduction for those who don't know Adriana - there's no cum inflation, nor "futa on men or woman" yet. I will focus on that in the next chapters.

So here you go, I hope you'll like Adriana and her two sweet little futa girlies!

PS: English is not my mothers tongue - so please forgive me (or correct me) if you find awkward sentences or misused expressions.

The Daughters of Adriana

A few years later I had another encounter with Adriana, who used to tease me insane when she was a twelve-year-old schoolgirl. She was hung, oh so hung! Her cock was almost three times bigger than mine and she used to fuck my wife and my daughters. I could do nothing but watch, because Adriana would not let me touch her. They finally sent me away and adopted Adriana.

After years of withdrawal from the bottle, I learnt a new profession, which was part of the withdrawal therapy. I was finally working as a carpenter, when I met Adriana again - ten years after our first and painful encounter. I had no idea that I was going to face her when I rang the bell at the place where I had to mesure the windows for new window frames.

Without my knowledge, Adriana, my wife and daughters had left our former home and moved just to the town where I tried to start a new life.

When I rang the bell, a very pretty little girl of nine years opened the door. Her look stroke me immediately; she was a child, but there was an inexplicable defeating maturity sparkling in her eyes. She looked at me with an adventurous look of - sexual lust and enterprise. She immediately brought back vivid memorys of Adriana who looked at me with a very similar expression ten years ago.

I stammered - the look of this cute little minor made me timid. "I...I'm here to... to measure the...."

"Adriana," she shouted! "There's a man at the door!"

Adriana?

It was not a common name. Was it possible...?

It was!

It was HER! She neared me with her slinky walk that was so typical for her when she was a girl and which I knew so well.

Did she recognize me? She didn't show any sign of recogintion and guided me into the house where she let me do my work.

When I had finished she offered me to sit down and asked me, if I would care for a cup of coffee.

"Sure, why not," I mumbled.

When she was making coffee I asked myself if she had recognized me and if my wife and daughter still lived with her. The small one who opened the door for me bore a stunning resemblanc