Lucy's Predicament
Copyright© 2025 by Edward Pembroke
Chapter 15
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 15 - 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 an hour later, Lucy lay limp on the bed, her body drained from the relentless waves of pleasure. She was naked, her skin slimy with sweat. Above her, Teresa, fully naked, sat heavily on Lucy’s face, her wide hips and full breasts pressing down as she ground herself against the girl’s mouth. Lucy’s legs were hoisted into the air, her ankles clamped in Teresa’s hands. Teresa teased Lucy’s toes between her lips before dragging her tongue along the arches of her feet.
Between Lucy’s legs, Ms Trunchbull—equally naked—gripped the girl’s slender buttocks, her thumbs digging into the soft flesh as she spread her apart. She buried her face between Lucy’s cheeks, her tongue working hungrily over her pussy and asshole, exploring every fold with greedy precision. Lucy was bent nearly double, her ass lifted toward the ceiling, her legs held wide, and her feet still trapped in Teresa’s hands and mouth.
The taste and smell of Teresa’s cunt had long since filled her nose and throat as she continued to lick. She thought she would go mad, the older women had attacked her non stop and she had already lost count of the orgasms she had endured.
“Oh fuck ... I’m cumming!” Teresa cried, her hips jerking as she drenched Lucy’s face in a hot rush of piss and gushing fluid. Lucy gagged beneath her, choked and drowning in the older woman’s release, her own muffled whimpers swallowed by the weight of the woman’s ass pressing down on her.
Ms. Trunchbull laughed, pulling Teresa into a deep, hungry kiss as the last of her orgasm spilled into Lucy’s open mouth. “Look at you, soaking my bed,” she murmured against her niece’s lips.
Teresa finally pulled back, breathless, her eyes dark with lust as she stared down at Lucy’s glistening face, red hair plastered to her skin, eyes stinging from the mix of vaginal fluids smeared across her cheeks. “Oh fuck,” she panted, “this little bitch turns me on so much...” Her voice dissolved into a moan as she leaned down, forcing her tongue between Lucy’s lips. One hand groped at the girl’s flat, bony chest, fingers pinching and rolling a nipple, while Ms. Trunchbull latched onto the other, sucking and nipping until Lucy arched beneath them, with pain and overstimulation.
“God, I love these little titties,” Teresa groaned, tearing her mouth away from Lucy’s lips to close her teeth around the girl’s other nipple. Together, the two older women chewed at Lucy’s pebble-hard, cherry-tipped nipples, their lips and teeth working in tandem to tease and torment the teenager.
“Ow ... please ... it hurts...” Lucy whimpered, terrified these crazed women might bite her nipples clean off. But before she could protest further, Teresa shifted, pressing her heavy 36DD breast against Lucy’s face. She forced her long, hard nipple between Lucy’s lips, and instinctively ... automatically ... Lucy began to suckle.
Ms. Trunchbull knelt back, her fingers idly toying with her own breasts as she savored the erotic sight before her—the intimate, breast-sucking 69 between Teresa and Lucy. Her hand slid over Lucy’s slim, firm body, tracing the delicate lines of her rib cage, the concave dip of her stomach, and the smooth rise of her mons. The girl’s waif-like, childish frame next to the curvaceous womanly figure of her niece only made it all the more intoxicating.
She moved behind her niece, her hands gliding over Teresa’s meaty buttocks, her broad back, and the plump curve of her stomach before settling on the heavy breast not claimed by Lucy’s mouth. Ms. Trunchbull parted Teresa’s thick, fleshy cheeks, revealing the sweaty, swollen folds of her pussy—sticky with arousal, and the puckered entrance of her asshole above it.
“Mmm, Teresa, you’re so wet,” Ms. Trunchbull murmured, her broad tongue dragging slowly from Teresa’s clit, up the length of her slick pussy, and finally to her asshole. “This reminds me, doesn’t it? Of when you were this little cunt’s age, do you remember?”
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