Lucy's Predicament
Copyright© 2025 by Edward Pembroke
Chapter 11
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 11 - 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
The rest of the school day was awful for poor Lucy. She had not eaten her lunch, not feeling hungry at all and thinking she might throw up anything she did eat. She had never worn a thong before, and the thin string digging into her pussy and wedged between her cheeks was an ever-present reminder of the dirty secret she was hiding from her classmates, ready to be revealed at any moment by that horrible bastard, Ed Pembroke.
Only one text: “Hope that lovely little cunt is leaking honey into that thong. You are so hot, can’t wait to see you later x”
The school bell rang for the end of the day, and Lucy walked out of class. Normally, she would be relieved to be free of her bullies for the day, but now there was nothing to look forward to, just more bad news from her tormentor.
“McSworley! In here, if you please!” It was Ms. Trunchbull, who was conversing with Mr. Khan, the senile, clueless old Physics teacher with white hair and a moustache, wearing a scruffy suit. Lucy stopped and walked into the classroom. At least Mr. Khan was here; what would the headmistress do?
“Mr. Khan here says you were stressed and daydreaming and crying in class today. Whatever is the matter, child?” Ms. Trunchbull asked.
“Yes, yes,” Mr. Khan said, “Lucy, you were so sad, so sad to see such a pretty girl so sad. You need to learn about the miracle of physics; that would cheer you up...”
“Sorry, Ms. Trunchbull, sorry, Mr. Khan, I was a little distracted ... thinking about other things...”
“Oh well, hopefully, you can be back on track tomorrow. Mr. Khan is such an interesting teacher; wouldn’t you agree? It’s a shame to be daydreaming in his class,” Ms. Trunchbull said.
“Yes, yes, Lucy, you should know about physics. Such a shame girls aren’t interested. You know what Jupiter is orbiting...”
As Mr. Khan excitedly launched into an enthusiastic spiel about the solar system, he did not notice Ms. Trunchbull putting her hand up Lucy’s skirt and caressing her butt cheeks.
“And did you know that light, it bends! I could not believe...” Mr. Khan rambled on.
Mr. Khan was completely in his own world, and the sound of girls and boys laughing outside the class, walking out of school, mingled with Ms. Trunchbull’s fingers going under the thin thong string. Her finger ran along the crevice of Lucy’s ass and into her crack, massaging her pussy, her finger on her clit, between her legs, one finger in her pussy, then her thumb against her anus.
Lucy gasped, looking straight at Mr. Khan, who was smiling at her as he made big gestures about the planets orbiting, while the headmistress’s fingers wriggled inside her orifices.
Lucy’s breath came in short, sharp gasps as the headmistress’ finger curled and pressed against her vaginal walls. A whimper escaped her lips.
Mr. Khan paused mid-sentence, his bushy eyebrows furrowing. ‘Are you alright, dear?’ he asked. ‘Y-yes, sir,’ she stammered, her as Ms. Trunchbull’s thumb circled her clit. ‘Just ... thinking.’”
“Pay attention, my dear” said Ms Trunchbull, as her fingers pumped inside the schoolgirl. Lucy’s vision blurred.
“And that, my dear,’ Mr. Khan concluded, oblivious, ‘is why the speed of light is so fascinating!”
Lucy’s orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her body convulsed, her thighs clamping together as wave after wave of shameful pleasure crashed over her.
“Goodness, Mr Khan, you have a way of impressing your students!” smiled Ms Trunchbull. Mr Khan smiled shyly, completely unaware the little redheaded girl had just cum in front of them both.
Ms. Trunchbull withdrew her fingers with a slow, deliberate pop, bringing them to her lips. Lucy watched, horrified, as the older woman licked them nonchalantly. ‘There,’ Ms. Trunchbull said, “now Lucy I hope you will be paying more attention in Mr Khan’s class in future.
Lucy forced a smile. ‘Thank you, Ms. Trunchbull. Thank you Mr Khan. I ... I feel much better now.’”
Lucy walked out of the school gates and felt sick again as she saw the grim figure of Ed Pembroke lounging on the bench in the same tracksuit. He was grinning at her.
“Hi, Lucy, how does this thong feel on you?”
Lucy was soaking between her legs, moisture seeping between her buttocks.
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