Dickgirl Washroom (read the disclaimer!)

Story by Flesh_Seraph

(DISCLAIMER: Hi, it's me, Flesh Seraph. I have written quite a few futa stories, now, and generally there are some romantic and/or heartwarming parts in them, as well as a plot. Well...not this time. This story has no plot. It's basically just complete depravity from beginning to end- and it'll gets a lot worse than this in Part 2 if I decide to continue. This disclaimer is a pre-emptive strike to prevent comments from people who were expecting romance and/or a plot. This story is not part of the Flesh Project, it is set in an alternate universe. This story is about the absolute, complete, and limitless depravity of a woman and her two children, facilitated by a LARGE number of dickgirls. In this chapter, you can expect humiliation, the fucking of pregnant teenagers, watersports, rough oral sex, verbal abuse of every kind, high-risk behaviours, and just general filth. If you're prepared for that- enjoy. If not, skip this one. It's not for you.)

DICKGIRL WASHROOM

As Erica Jameson and her daughter Alice entered the off-smelling washroom, they did little to check their surroundings. Poor Alice had needed desperately to pee for nearly ten minutes, and being a visitor to the campus, both she and her mother had had no idea where to find a restroom. Normally they would have just asked someone…but- it seemed that all classes were in session. And nobody was wandering the halls, not so much as a janitor. It was very strange to Erica- she had heard that the female-only schoolhouse was the smallest of Glass Creek’s academic buildings- but it was actually very spacious.

The busty, blouse-wearing mother smiled in spite of herself. Alice, her daughter, was going to have a shot at one of the most exclusive private schools in the area- and even the tiniest of the school buildings was very large…a sure sign of a successful institution. Brushing a length of blonde hair away from her sultry face, she called to her daughter, who had scampered into one of the stalls immediately upon their entry.

“Hurry up honey- if we don’t find the admissions officer soon, we might end up being late for your interview!”

Erica adjusted the bra that was pushing her meaty tits into a tantalizing position. She was also wearing a shameful, high-cut skirt…inappropriate except on occasions where one has to seduce a male admissions officer in order to ensure scholastic security for one’s own daughter. Looking at the mirror bank on one wall, she took note of how her large nipples were clearly visible through her blouse, and nodded with approval.

“I’m coming, mom!” came the reply. Alice’s voice was hurried and still sweet. Erica could hear the sprinkle of her daughter’s urine as it splashed down into the bowl, and was reminded of how her own private parts were only separated from the open air by the shortest of skirts (barely able to wrap all the way around the round half-moons of her amazing ass) and sheer black panties that did little to hide the fleshy shapes in the delta of her sex.

Alice was Erica’s pride and joy. A stunning sixteen year-old social diva with a dazzling smile and a great knack for fashion and body image, the teenage girl seemed poised to carry on the Jameson family tradition of marrying powerful men and bearing powerful children. Erica had followed Alice’s social life with great interest since she’d started to show interest in boys, and was pleased to note her daughter was not at all unlike her in terms of which “targets” she seemed to select. All were young go-getters with Calvin Klein bodies and rich, doting parents.

Alice had less meat on her bones than her mother, but that was the difference of years between 32 and 16. Erica was a sexy, voluptuous woman- statuesque. Alice was more slender, and Erica privately envied her daughter for the way her body never seemed to gain even an ounce of fat in any unsightly place. Erica told herself it was good genetics. After all, she had looked almost the same when she had turned sixteen. Still, her daughter’s body had filled out in every area that mattered, leaving Alice with soft, fleshy teenage breasts and buttocks built onto a runway model frame.

The toilet flushed, and Erica heard the sound of her daughter sliding her panti

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