Shoot the Oriole

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A week later, on Sunday, I was still at the internet cafe, secretly reading "Oriole's Diary." My thoughts drifted back to a week earlier, reliving that unforgettable time:
I remembered catching a mermaid a week ago, but because mermaids are rare and protected animals, I had to release her to avoid violating wildlife protection regulations. However, I could use the internet to weave a vast net and catch her again from the ocean, bringing her to a protected area so I could enjoy her!
The next day, I checked Oriole's email again and found an email from Timothy. It turned out to be an email from the PE teacher, complaining that the Chinese teacher had been ignoring him lately, not even answering the phone, so he had to email to ask why.
I replied on Oriole's behalf: "I'm thinking about things between us. I hope you can give me some peace and quiet and not bother me. I will give you an answer..."
Of course, the Chinese teacher would never see this email again, because I deleted it immediately after replying! I knew I had to isolate the two of them before we could exchange secrets, so I could have a better chance of succeeding.
Later, I discovered that the teacher had written something in the online diary function, titled "The Oriole's Diary." The content was about the teacher's love life, including her passionate experience with a student in an online room that day, and even her private menstrual cramps.
It turned out that the female teacher still harbored feelings for the tall and handsome physical education teacher. So when the divination predicted that she and her student were a match made in heaven, it was like a bolt from the blue. However, as she slowly recalled the various signs, it seemed that fate was indeed so. Especially after reading some online novels and watching exquisite pictures and passionate videos, she was filled with strange feelings of blushing and heart-pounding. On that day, the student's infatuated expression of love moved her deeply, so she willingly gave her student her first kiss. Because she had just finished watching idol dramas about teacher-student relationships and watching pornographic DVDs, she was immersed in the romantic feelings of teacher-student relationships. Then, the student thrillingly licked her body. In addition to being intoxicated by the physical caresses, she also felt a kind of immoral pleasure. However, in the end, the image of her beloved still surfaced, and she still lacked the feeling of being in love.
Every few days, the teacher would write about her inner feelings in her online diary. I gradually came to understand her feelings and was able to tailor my teaching to her individual needs. Sure enough, the teacher progressed very quickly. Now, she had transformed from a mermaid into a nightingale in the sky. I was originally racking my brains about how to catch her, but now she was flying in the air and I could see her everywhere. I could just pick up a stone, use a slingshot to shoot her down, and then openly put her in a birdcage to take home. Then, I could take out another small bird and stick it into the cage, which would surely make the nightingale chirp and sing.
Because I couldn't forget my lover, it seemed that it wouldn't be easy to get the teacher to willingly give herself to me. I had to get her aroused so that her heart would follow me. Based on the description in her diary and the calculation method of the safe period online, I could deduce that Saturday was the teacher's ovulation day. I might as well go all the way, kill the nightingale, and then collect the eggs.
I changed my email address to Timothy, figuring the teacher would only recognize the sender's name and wouldn't know about the different email addresses. She'd definitely mistake me for the PE teacher. The next day, the female teacher received an email from Timothy, arranging to meet at the classroom at 7:00 AM on Saturday to surprise Huangli. She was told to close her eyes and wait for this unexpected gift.
On Friday, while chatting with Crystal Granny about her love life, Crystal Granny advised the teacher to obey her lover's confession the next day and do what was appropriate to fulfill his wishes. She believed this would ensure a smooth path in their relationship. The teacher was delighted; the divination was about to begin again, helping her achieve her desires.
On Saturday morning, the female teacher took the classroom key from her coworker, opened the door, and went inside. I then peeked through the transparent window and saw the teacher standing on the podium, eyes closed, shyly waiting for her lover. I quietly walked behind her, blindfolded her with a black cloth, and gently pulled her hands behind her back, quickly tying them together with a thin rope. The teacher thought her lover was playing a joke on her and smiled, lowering her head.
I had already learned everything about the teacher before daring to invite her to such a dangerous place. On the contrary, it was the safest place for her. She would never have imagined that her student would dare to violate her in this sacred place. So, I boldly pushed her down onto the podium from the beginning. The female teacher obediently accepted everything, because heaven had finally smiled upon her, and she was willing to do anything for her lover.
Seeing that the teacher did not resist, I then grabbed her ankles and lifted her feet off the ground, so that she was lying face up on the rectangular lectern. At first, I had her lie on the shorter side, so that only her body was supported by the table, her head was hanging upside down on the edge of the lectern looking up at the whole class, and her legs had to be stretched out and suspended in the air. The chalk dust trough under the blackboard was just enough to support the heels of her high heels. Her hands, which were tied behind her back, supported her waist, and she seemed to be arching her body as if she was too excited. With her head tilted back, her full breasts were held high, and the buttons on her suit seemed to be unable to support the tight top.
The female teacher lay on the classroom desk in such an alluring pose that even the most innocent student would find it irresistible, let alone me, who had been waiting for so long. Naturally, I reached out and unbuttoned my tightly clasped top, revealing her high, firm breasts. The plain white bra further accentuated her innocence. Her hands, bound behind her back, supported her waist like the central pillar of a tent, while her full hips and shoulders rested on the edge of the desk for support. The beautiful arched curve of her back drew the eye.
Because her hands were bound, I couldn't completely remove my top either. I could only spread my light blue silk top on the desk like a sheet. My hands could then easily reach behind my back to unhook my bra. The bra slipped down to my shoulders. Not being completely naked was even more alluring than being naked, because the light blue outfit further emphasized the female teacher's identity and aroused the male students' desires.
Because we were in the classroom and could be discovered at any moment, both the teacher and I were tense yet excited. To ensure things went smoothly, I had to close and lock the door, and pull down the blinds facing the corridor. The soft morning sunlight streamed through the other window, slanting across the half-naked body on the teacher's desk, making my blood boil.
I returned to the podium, unbuckled the teacher's belt, and let it fall to the floor, the metal buckle making a crisp clanging sound. I slowly savored the pleasure of undressing the teacher in the classroom. Her light blue skirt and white panties were pressed against the desk by her large buttocks, and it took me quite a bit of effort to remove them.
Since her lower body was already naked, the teacher instinctively squeezed her legs together, revealing only her thick pubic hair. Last time, I hadn't even gotten to enjoy her most intimate parts. Impatiently, I used both hands to pull one of her legs apart, then the other, spreading them into a V-shape. Her thighs and buttocks rested on the edge of the table, while her calves dangled on either side. Her full, rounded mons pubis rose like a small hill before my eyes, and the female teacher breathed heavily with excitement. Her
heaving breasts drew my hands to them, cupping them from below and gently pressing upwards. My palms caressed her breasts, and the teacher felt the touch of her prince charming. Her breathing became disordered, rising and falling with the pressure of my fingers. A tingling, blissful sensation caused her shyly closed vulva to glisten with dew-like fluid, and she couldn't help but moan softly.
'Mmm...mmm...ah...ah...'
I moved one hand down from her breast, inserting my fingers into her thick pubic hair, slowly and gently stimulating her full mons pubis. After gently cupping her mons pubis with my palm, I placed my palm on her labia majora and gently combed them apart, revealing her delicate pink labia minora. I slowly rubbed the tender petals, and the flower bloomed, with thick nectar overflowing from the center of her vulva. I slid my middle finger into the vulva to collect the nectar and applied it to her clitoris. I then gently rubbed and teased her clitoris with all five fingers.
I felt as if I were playing a pipa, employing skillful techniques of gentle plucking, slow strumming, and repeated picking with both hands. As I plucked the strings of the female teacher's heart, her cries echoed, sometimes like a sudden downpour, sometimes like whispers, sometimes as crisp as pearls falling onto a jade plate, sometimes as melodious as a nightingale's song gliding beneath flowers, sometimes as soft as a spring flowing down a riverbank. Finally, the strings in my hands tightened, and I, not to be outdone, plucked them rapidly. The song of the oriole, like a soprano in an opera, drew a long, drawn-out note, the pitch rising higher and higher until it reached its climax, leaving only the lingering afterglow of the climax.
Since the teacher had never been intimate with a lover, as long as I was careful not to let her discover my physique, I could deceive her by teasing her body, using positions with minimal contact. I believed that for a short time, she wouldn't suspect that I had such a large penis. In addition, by not repeating the actions I had taken with her before, it wouldn't be easy for her to see through my act. I deliberately took off only my student shorts, leaving my student shirt on. Standing on the podium, I held the base of my penis in my hand, finally realizing my long-held dream of raping the high and mighty female teacher in the classroom. The male student's large glans ruthlessly pierced the female teacher's pubic hair, sliding from the clitoris to the teacher's vaginal opening, but not fully entering. Only the tip of the penis was shallowly inserted and rubbed, moving like stirring the vaginal opening. At this moment, the female teacher only felt a strong itch at the front of her vagina and looked forward to further penetration. However, her lover seemed to be teasing her, and did not take any further action. Gradually, this desire for deep penetration swelled even more. The female teacher finally became impatient and had no choice but to anxiously arch her back and actively bring her labia forward to welcome the penetration of the penis.
Then my hand grasped the teacher's slender waist and pressed against her thigh, which was perpendicular to her waist. My glans slid into her vulva, and her juices were squeezed out. I slowly inserted myself into her trembling vulva, which was filled with intense anticipation. When I was halfway in, I slowly withdrew because there was an obstacle in front of me. Then my anus contracted, and my large glans pierced the teacher's hymen, then plunged all the way into her body.
At this moment, the female teacher saw stars. Her hymen was ruptured, and my glans penetrated deeper. For the female teacher, this was her first experience, and an unprecedented pain.
"Ah...ah..." Like water gushing out of a broken silver bottle, the teacher cried out pitifully.
This feeling made the female teacher's vision go black, and the excruciating pain, as if sensitive nerves had been severed, spread throughout her body. At this moment, the glans touched the cervix, and the female teacher felt as if a snake's tongue was licking her uterus, which terrified her so much that her whole body trembled.
As I withdrew my penis, the fresh blood from her broken hymen was drawn out, the bright red streaks stimulating my penis to swell even more. After all this time, I had finally obtained my teacher's virginity. Excitedly, I thrust gently in and out. The female teacher felt pain in her lower body and shock from losing her virginity, but the sensation of complete penetration, the impact of her pubic bone against mine, began to satisfy her initial expectations. Being able to fully unite with her lover made her sexually aroused, and she gradually began to experience the pleasure of intercourse.
"Oh...oh..." the teacher began to moan softly.
I also leaned forward, my hands now forming a claw, pressing down on her high, firm breasts and working diligently. To make her even more aroused, I lifted her legs and thrust my penis in and out at different angles. Although this position allowed for deep penetration into her cervix, the lack of physical intimacy prevented her from reaching orgasm. Seeing her lips parted and moaning in ecstasy, the female teacher's initial sexual desire had been ignited by her lover. It was time to truly tame this unruly wild horse.
So I changed positions again, lowering the teacher's raised legs to the same side, making her lie on her side on the table with her legs bent in front of her chest. I began to insert my penis into her vagina from the side, constantly changing the insertion position and angle to give the female teacher an unprecedented stimulation.
Finally, I raised the teacher's buttocks and climbed onto the table myself, so the two of us were kneeling high on the classroom desk. We switched to a rear-entry position. Since the teacher had originally been lying horizontally on the short side of the rectangular table, it wasn't long enough, so I held the teacher's waist with both hands and slowly adjusted the position until the teacher was lying on the table like a puppy. At this point, the teacher's rosy face was pressed against the table, her breasts were flattened by the weight of her upper body, and her light blue top had been pulled down to her bound wrists.
I had heard that the way cowboys tamed wild horses was through a kind of power-over-power. First, the cowboy would ride the untamed horse, and then the cowboy would use his skills to avoid being thrown off the horse until the wild horse was exhausted and completely subdued. I was going to use the same method to tame the voluptuous mare in front of me.
I lowered myself completely, lying prone on my teacher's back. The female teacher felt that the slender figure on her back didn't resemble her lover, but rather her student. Startled, she broke free of the thin ropes, and the wild horse began to struggle against the pressure on her back.
I knew I wasn't as voluptuous as my teacher, but I was taller. Although I was at a disadvantage in terms of size, I was already on top of her, and the situation was against me. If I couldn't even conquer the petite Chinese literature teacher, would I still be a man?
I gripped the mare tightly to prevent her escape, my manhood displaying its masculine power as I drove myself deep into her to keep myself from being thrown off. The wild mare struggled to prop herself up, and I reached out to support her heavy, drooping breasts, stimulating her maternal instincts. Then, using the momentum, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her backward, her body dangling in a Z-shape on the table. The more she struggled, the closer and deeper the bond between teacher and student became, plunging the female teacher into a desperate situation.
Finally, the teacher's stubbornly raised body slumped down, her upper body slumped onto the table. The female teacher knew the man on her back was her student, but she lacked the courage to admit it. Her hands, still pressed against the table, dared not remove the blindfold to face reality, burying her head in the sand like an ostrich, deceiving herself that she was making love with her lover. The happiness of her lover, mixed with the pleasure of transgression, only excited the female teacher more.
Seeing the teacher lying there obediently, I bent one of her legs to support her weight, and pulled the other leg open towards me, raising it high. I simply grabbed her raised leg, and slowly but powerfully inserted my penis deep into her vagina, repeatedly making piston-like movements, while constantly shaking the raised leg, creating the effect of twisting the vagina, thus powerfully intertwining the genitals of the teacher and student.
Finally, I raised the teacher's hips as high as possible. In this position, the angle of my erect penis perfectly matched the angle of her vagina, allowing for deep penetration and naturally stimulating the cervix. Because my penis was long, deep, and hard enough, the piston-like motion, intertwined with up-and-down and left-and-right movements, and the churning motion, shook the entire uterus. The teacher's body trembled from this intense shock.
The female teacher's waist suddenly arched forward, further pursuing the trembling peritoneal pleasure. I then placed one hand on the teacher's clitoris, caressing it back and forth, left and right, or in circles.
"Ah...ah..." Soft breaths escaped the teacher's lips. The female teacher was experiencing this lewd pleasure for the first time, and the feeling of being on the verge of death made her feel as if she were hovering on the edge of life and death.
"I can't take it anymore..." the teacher cried out ecstatically.
I also quickened my thrusting movements, and as the female teacher's head jerked back, she shouted, "Oh!"
Accompanied by the lewd cry, my semen shot straight into her uterus.
The two of them then collapsed weakly onto the table, panting heavily, utterly exhausted.
The intense struggle had left the teacher, who had been half-naked, completely naked. I bent down and rubbed her smooth, forward-leaning back, my penis slowly withdrawing. Because my buttocks were raised high and my back was tilted downwards, I deliberately injected all the semen I had accumulated over half a month into her uterus—not a single drop spilled. It seemed this time, I might have successfully killed two birds with one stone, just as planned!
When I left the classroom, the teacher was still slumped on the lectern, panting. Afterwards, the female teacher spent a bewildered day. That night, she drank some wine with the PE teacher, poured out her heart, and spent the night at his house.
When I saw this description in her diary, I snapped out of my reverie. Wow! I'd been cuckolded so quickly! I was furious.
Thankfully, the diary entry says that when she woke up the next day, she was still wearing her underwear, only it was covered in mud. Meanwhile, the PE teacher was still fast asleep on the same bed. To avoid embarrassment, the Chinese teacher left without saying goodbye. It seems I'm pretty lucky; at least I didn't become a cuckold.

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