Chapter 338: Cruel Phei: Amber Punishment (r-18)

"Coming again—fuck—again—yes—yes—ruin m—fuck—my brilliant Phei ahhh~ take it all—" she sobbed, body convulsing, pussy gaping on every withdrawal, asshole clenching around his thumb, cream frothing at both entrances in thick white rings.

Still he ate her—cold tongue thrusting deep, fingers fucking her pussy and ass, lips sucking her clit between thrusts—Goddess Fall pulsing in hot bursts that dragged orgasm after orgasm, three, four, five, six—she lost count.

"More—please—Phei—don’t stop—fuck—fuck—coming—coming again—cold tongue—fingers on my ass—yes—my model student—my star—drink teacher’s pussy—" she wailed each time, voice cracking louder, more broken, hips bucking wildly,

pussy

ruined and gaping,

squirting

in shorter, frantic bursts that coated his face, his hands, dripping from his jaw in steady, thick streams.

Every peak she shoved his head harder into her flooding

cunt

, praising him through shattered sobs—

"Mhhh—good

boy—perfect pupil—swallow it—yes—"—while he gulped and swallowed every gush like it was his only purpose.

"I can’t—oh god—I can’t stop coming—your cold tongue—your fingers—fuck—" she sobbed, moans dissolving into one long, trembling, high-pitched keen of pure surrender.

When she finally collapsed—limp, trembling, breath coming in ragged, hiccupping sobs—he gave one last slow, possessive lick from bottom to top—cold tongue dragging through every swollen fold, over her pulsing

clit

, circling her twitching

asshole

one final time—collecting every last trace of her release in a filthy sweep—before lifting his head.

His face was

drenched

—chin dripping thick strands of her cream, lips swollen and shining, cheeks and neck soaked in her squirt, hair plastered wet to his forehead, eyes dark, satisfied,

burning

with possession as he stared up at his ruined

Chemistry teacher

.

"

Good girl,

" he rasped, voice thick and wrecked with her taste.

***8*

Amber stood outside the locked chemistry classroom door, back pressed to the cool hallway wall, one knee bent so her thighs

squeezed

together in slow, desperate pulses that only made her

clit

throb harder against the soaked seam of her panties.

She was fighting the urge to fucki9ng touch herself.

And it felt like Phei was being so much on their teacher just so she could hear what he could he do the same to her. Letting her know he could break her into a screaming princess in a minute.

She could hear

everything

.

Every filthy, wet detail leaked through the thin metal door like it was tissue paper.

The slow, rhythmic

schlick-schlick-schlick

of Phei’s

cold

tongue plunging

deep

into

Ms. Bloom

’s

pussy

—thick, deliberate strokes that stretched her teacher’s slick walls wide, curling viciously against that spongy

G-spot

on every withdrawal before slamming back in deeper, colder, filling her like a frozen cock.

She wasn’t that experienced, no, she didn’t know shit but the voices from inside felt like they were

imparting knowledge

straight into her brains and cruelly, she couldn’t dare steal a moment to plunge her fingers into her itching pussy.

The sudden sharp

suck

when he sealed his chilled lips around her swollen

clit

—hard, rhythmic pulls that made the engorged pearl disappear into his mouth—followed by the wet

pop

when he released it only to dive straight back down, tongue spearing her entrance again.

Ms. Bloom

’s moans started soft—breathy, trembling—then climbed higher, more frantic, each one fracturing into broken little hitches:

"Phei—oh god—please—your cold tongue—deeper—"

"Fuck—model student—eat your teacher’s pussy—yes—cold—fuck—"

Amber’s

clit

jumped hard and throbbed four times in succession at every praise, every wrecked sob of "

my perfect model student

" that spilled from their teacher’s lips. She bit her own lip until she tasted copper, thighs squeezing tighter, skirt riding up so the rough seam of her panties mashed directly against her aching, swollen bud.

She bend down and rubbed her thighs against each other to give herself some pleasure.

Then the

screams

continued.

Ms. Bloom

’s voice cracked open—high, raw, shattering—when Phei curled his icy tongue particularly vicious against that throbbing

G-spot

.

Amber could almost picture it in perfect, torturous detail: her elegant Chemistry teacher’s hips bucking off the desk, thighs clamping around Phei’s head like a vice, heels digging bruises into his shoulders while her

pussy

spasmed violently—walls milking his frozen tongue in frantic pulses,

squirting

in hot, forceful jets that sprayed across his face, drenched his hair, soaked his shirt collar, splashed the desk, dripped to the floor in messy puddles with loud

splat-splat-splat

.

Every squirt came with a new scream—louder, needier, more broken:

"Coming—coming—Phei—my model student—drink it—swallow teacher’s squirt—fuck—yes—"

"Again—fuck—again—cold—golden—ruin me—my star pupil—take it all—"

Amber’s breath hitched; her

clit

pulsed so hard against the wet fabric she nearly sobbed. She was

drenched

—panties clinging transparently to her puffy lips, inner thighs slick with her own arousal, the seam now sliding obscenely against her every time she rocked forward in tiny, torturous circles.

She couldn’t touch herself.

Not here.

Not in the open hallway where a late teacher, a janitor, anyone could round the corner and see her grinding like a desperate slut against her own thigh.

So she

endured

.

Thighs rubbing together in slow, agonizing pulses—each squeeze pressing the soaked seam harder against her throbbing

clit

, making her entrance

clench

around nothing, slick leaking down her crack to soak the back of her panties.

She rocked—subtle at first, then shameless—grinding her swollen bud against each other between her thighs while she listened to

Ms. Bloom

falls apart again and again.

Another scream tore through the door—higher, more shattered—followed by the unmistakable

gush-gush-gush

of fresh squirt hitting Phei’s face, the desk, the floor. Amber could hear him

gulping

—loud, greedy swallows—drinking every hot jet like it was his fucking lifeline while

Ms. Bloom

shoved his head deeper, praising him through her sobs.

"Good boy—my perfect model student—swallow it—yes—drink teacher’s pussy—fuck—coming again—"

Amber pressed her palm flat against the cold metal door—feeling the faint vibration of every wail, every wet

schlick

and

squelch

—and squeezed her thighs so tight her knees trembled.

Cruel

.

So fucking

cruel

.

Phei

knew

she was out here.

He knew she could hear every moan, every icy plunge, every shattering scream as their teacher came undone—

squirting

so hard the sounds were obscene, unmistakable, echoing faintly down the empty corridor like porn on full blast.

And he hadn’t invited her in.

Hadn’t even cracked the door to let her watch, or smell, or taste.

Just left her out here—

pussy

clenching on nothing,

clit

throbbing angrily against her soaked panties, thighs rubbing in frantic little circles—while he devoured

Ms. Bloom

like she was his goddess and Amber was nothing but an audience.

A soft, frustrated

whimper

escaped Amber’s throat.

She rocked harder now—shameless, desperate—grinding her drenched seam against her

clit

in tiny, frantic circles, at least she knew how to do that to herself, while

Ms. Bloom

’s next scream ripped through the door, followed by another wet

splash

of squirt and another choked

"my model student—yes—drink it—".

Amber’s

pussy

fluttered hard—walls spasming around emptiness, fresh slick soaking through her panties and dripping down her inner thighs. She was going to come like this.

Standing in the hallway.

Listening.

Enduring

.

Thighs trembling, breath ragged,

clit

pulsing against the rough fabric as she chased the edge—helpless, horribly turned on, beautifully denied.

While Phei—cruel, beautiful, merciless Phei—made their teacher

squirting

again and again and again, gulping every drop, earning every wrecked praise.

And all Amber could do was rub, squeeze, suffer—and come undone right there against the door, silent and shaking, while the sounds of her teacher’s ruin filled her ears like the sweetest torture.