Dickgirl Washroom (read the disclaimer!)

(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.