Lucy's Predicament
Copyright© 2025 by Edward Pembroke
Chapter 10
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Lucy is a shy, awkward and innocent red headed schoolgirl, struggling to deal with school bullies, puberty and becoming the prey of predatory perverts. This is a tale of evil, a dark story, please do not read expecting a light hearted story.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft ft/ft Fa/ft ft Mult Teenagers Blackmail Coercion NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual School Niece Aunt FemaleDom Sadistic Spanking Analingus Oral Sex Squirting Voyeurism Teacher/Student
Over the next few days, Lucy was confused, to say the least. Ms Trunchbull ignored her, while life went on as normal at school. She played with herself in bed, under the covers, and made sure to shave herself between her legs, in case she was called into the headmistress’ office. But nothing happened.
Then, when she arrived home from school.
“Ah, Lucy!” Samantha called as Lucy walked through the front door, her schoolbag slung over her shoulder. “I’ve arranged another session with Ms. Trunchbull tomorrow evening. She’s given me some material for you to prepare. It’s about biology ... you’re always so far behind in Mr. Clarke’s class.”
Lucy’s stomach twisted into a knot. Biology. She could already imagine the kind of lesson Ms. Trunchbull had in mind.
That night, curiosity gnawed at her. She’d never been interested in porn before, but now that she was being forced into sexual depravity, she needed to understand. Her parents had installed a porn blocker, but Lucy knew how to bypass it. She locked her bedroom door, as she settled onto her bed in her tight purple shorts and vest top, her laptop balanced on her thighs.
Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. What do I even search for? She bit her lip, then typed: “Step mother seduces step daughter.”
The video loaded. The “step daughter” on screen was older than her, of course, they all had to be over eighteen. The stepmother, dressed in a tight red dress, stripped down to her bra and panties, her body curvy and confident. Lucy’s eyes widened. Perhaps Ms. Trunchbull wasn’t as old as she seemed. Her breasts were full, round—almost like the porn actress’s. Were they fake? She’d taught Lucy’s mother, who wasn’t even forty yet. Who really knew?
Lucy blanched as the women on screen tangled together, their smooth, hairless bodies pressing, licking, devouring each other. The stepmother straddled the girl’s face, and Lucy’s mind flashed back to the suffocating heat of Ms. Trunchbull’s buttocks around her face, the musky taste of her still lingering.
Her hand slipped beneath her tight purple shorts. She rubbed her clit, her breath coming faster as she watched the older woman grind against the girl’s mouth. Just like me, she thought, her free hand creeping up to tease her own small breasts, pinching her nipples the way Ms. Trunchbull had. She licked her lips, imagining the weight of those heavy tits in her mouth again, the way they’d smothered her face.
Impatient, she kicked off her shorts, leaving herself completely naked. One finger slid inside her tight pussy, another poked inside her asshole. A whimper escaped her lips as she pushed deeper, her body arching off the bed ... She wanted to feel it all again, the domination, the shame, the overwhelming rush of being used.
Her fingers worked faster, her mind spinning with forbidden images. Imagining herself stripped naked in Ms Trunchbull’s office, bent over and spanked. Tomorrow evening couldn’t come soon enough.
“Lucy, what are you doing in there?”
Lucy froze. It was her mother. Her fingers in her pussy and asshole stilled.
“Nothing, Mummy,” she called back, her voice unsteady.
“Cupcakes, dear. Come and have some.”
Lucy cursed under her breath, hastily pulling her clothes back on and turning off her laptop. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she reached for the door.
What poor little Lucy hadn’t noticed was the small light beside her webcam, which she rarely used. It flickered almost imperceptibly, a pinprick of red in the dimness of her room.
Little did she know, it had been remotely activated.
And she had been watched. Recorded. The whole time.
The next morning Lucy was walking to school. Now that she knew she could be ordered to Ms Trunchbull’s office at any moment, she made extra care in the morning to make sure her pussy was shaved and that she selected cue underwear so as not to draw the headmistress’ ire.
She had chosen a pair of lilac panties, full and high on her hips, adorned with delicate bow trimmings. The fabric clung to the soft swell of her buttocks as they dipped into the valley of her crack. Pulling up her school skirt, she paused to admire herself in the mirror. That should avoid a spanking, at least.
That morning, she adjusted her schoolbag strap nervously as she walked to school, scanning for her usual bullies. Instead, she spotted pervy Ed Pembroke, sitting on a bench outside the school in a tracksuit, looking as disgusting as ever.
“Oi, Lucy, how are you, darling?” Ed called out.
“Hi, Ed,” she muttered, keeping her head down and preparing to walk past.
“Lucy, I think you need to see this.”
“Sorry, Ed, got to go to school.”
“I think you’ll want to see this.”
“No, maybe another time.”
“Those were cute little purple shorts you wore last time. Hope you wear them again for me.”
Lucy stopped in her tracks. “What?”
Ed smirked. “Are you naturally hairless down there? Or do you shave? Was looking forward to seeing some red hair between your legs, but there was nothing!”
Lucy’s face paled. “Ed ... what are you talking about?” she demanded, her voice trembling.
Her mouth went dry as Ed pulled out his phone with a greasy grin. The screen flickered to life, displaying a familiar bedroom. Her bedroom. There she was, sprawled across her bed, naked fingers buried inside herself, face contorted in pleasure as the porn video played beside her. The angle was unmistakable, it was her webcam.
“God, you got some lovely photos of yourself saved on your computer as well” sniggered Ed. “Now, I have them all too. Plenty of good wanking material, my dear, that little cunt of yours...”
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