Not Going Down

I knew she'd call me a one-minute man, and it wasn't even a minute! I took out the condom and noted the big amount of sp'e'rm it contained.

It was so full that even after removing the condom, much of the sp'e'r'm dripped from my d'I'kk. I was still concerned about the outcome of my recent f'u'c'kk.

I was afraid Ms Enoh would refuse to have s'e'x with me again. Both I, the f'u'c'kker, and she, the f'u'ckkee, agreed that the f'u'c'k that was f'u'c'k'ked was not well f'u'c'kked.

When she asked me to leave, my fear became a reality. "Mrs Okhi may yet return this night, therefore you should go back to your hostel." That was the only thing she said to me.

I knew that the moment I stepped out of that room, my sexual interaction with her was over. Will I admit defeat and walk away? Certainly not! She needs to see the real me, not the one she just saw.

First impressions mattered, and allowing this dreadful few seconds to be my first impression would be a smack on my ego, and worse, it would be the last I saw of that a'r's'e.

I didn't even attempt to respond to her statement. I knew what the issue was, and I also knew what the remedy was. I only took a few minutes to get my system back up and running.

I changed into my boxers and drank a cup of water from the jug on the table before joining her on the bed. She took a step back and faced the wall. I began kissing her back, all the way up to her neck, and rubbed her bare a'r's'e in the process.

"You must leave immediately before she arrives." She said this without turning around. I ignored her and continued kissing her. When I tried to turn her, she paused for a moment before turning.

I sucked her breasts but she didn't reply. I wasn't worried. I wasn't going down without a fight! I dragged my tongue down her stomach, tickling her belly-button in the process.

I was attempting to buy time in order to re-energize the muscles of my d'c'kk, which were limp from the heavy flow it had just let off. The pressure gradually returned to my d'I'c'kk.

I was familiar with the procedure: just keep it cool till it regains its lost pressure, and you're ready to go.

She remained calm as I teased her belly with my tongue, kissed her laps, and spread her legs apart as I located her clit between her c'u'n't's thick lips.

It was a well-developed c'u'n't, with muscles bordering the walls. I teased her while licking her cli't'o'ri's with my tongue. In reflex, she moved her hips.

I spread my legs further, expanding the thick skin covering the clit as I lick and hit it repeatedly with my tongue. She inhaled deeply as she pressed her hips into my tongue.

The pressure in my d'kk had returned, making action difficult. But I knew better; it would have to wait. I licked and teased her with my tongue, flapping it against her clit, which had enlarged to the point of protrusion.

I carefully inserted the 'f-u-c-k-y-o-u' finger into her, feeling her muscles twitch. As I sucked her cl'it, I carefully fingered her. She pressed her hips on my tongue, grabbed my head, and dragged it down her honey-pot.

I stepped away from her, reached for my condom, and put it on. I spread her legs, aimed my d'ic'kk at the entrance of her c'u,nt, and slid my hips directly into her wet c'u,nt.

I heard her moan for the first time. I banged into her violently while holding her legs high up on my shoulder. I was able to put one of the tricks I had read about in a book into practice.

I took my thoughts off the thumping and banging I was giving her, closed my ears to the moans she was making, blanked my eyes from her enormous breast that was bouncing heavy on her chest, and focused on something else.

What better way to start than with one of my favorite sports, lawn tennis! I continued slamming her, hitting her c'uwalls ,n't at various angles, rotating my hips to create a variety of angles while she moaned loudly with each thrust.

I reflected on my favorite lawn tennis player, Roger Federer, who upset Rafael Nadal to win his fifth Wimbledon title in five years. I was perplexed as to why Nadal constantly beat him on clay but he beats Nadal on grass.

I was curious as to why he hasn't had much success at the French Open. My legs became heavy on my shoulders. I lowered them, grabbed for the cushion, got it near to her, and shifted her hips on top of it.

It raised the hips to a comfortable angle, ensuring her clit made full contact with the shaft of my hard d'I'kk as I thumped her. Then I continued thinking...

I was thinking about Andy Murray, the overhyped British tennis player. I've always wondered why the British press enjoys applauding mediocrity. I'd bet my last cent that the fifth-ranked Serb, Djokovich, will beat Murray any day, any time.

The loud groans and screams drew my attention back to the thumping I was doing to her. She was madly rotating her hips as she sat up a little to hold me tight to her body.

As her veegee walls vibrated repeatedly, the cl'I'ma.x caused me a lot of throb on my di'kk. She pressed me against herself till her nerves calmed down.

I knelt beside her on the bed and entered from behind. I brought her through the waves of passion slowly at first, then quickly increased the tempo.

With each bang and withdrawal, she kept moaning loudly and pushing her hips against my thumps. Who will open this year's Dubai tournament?

Djokovich has my full support. I'm not sure if Federer will be able to compete due to his injuries... "Yeaaaa, f'u'c'kkk...yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssss

Ms Enoh's tones transported me back in time. I wanted to take them back, but she was already doing another lovely o.r.g.a.sm on my d'I'ckk.

With each thrust, she twisted her hips from side to side, pressing them violently into my pelvic. I'm shocked at how quickly her veegee muscles recover from each or.g.a.s.m. She was a genuine cougar.

I gripped her a'r'se with both hands as I gently pushed back into her, and when I felt the hold of her v'I'rg'I'na walls on d'I'kk again, I intensified the hammering.

As I f'uc'ked her over and over again, I shifted my hands and held her b'r'ea'st, practically lying on her back. She must have been fatigued as she un-knelt and lay flat on her tommy on the bed.

I spread her legs and made my way back inside her c'u ,n't. I banged my d'ickk hard into her, my pelvic muscles making a fluttering sound as they hit her big round a'r'se.

She grabbed the cushion hard, turning her head from side to side while I kept Bleep'in' her. "Fu'c'kk. . .yessss. . .yeeaaa. . ." She screamed once more as her c'u'n't shuddered against my di'k'kk.

I c.ame this time as she cl.ma.xed for the hundredth time and slumped on the bed. She was panting heavily, as if she had just finished a 3000 meter race.

I took off my condom and lied down alongside her. "Please hold." she managed to say a fter several minutes of heavy breathing,. I grabbed her from behind, and she pulled her hand forward to hide her br'ea'as.t.

She repositioned herself such that her a'r'se was against my pelvic and her back was against my chest. She was gasping for air as she struggled to catch her breath.

I tried to move away from her a few minutes later, but she gripped me tightly. "Where do you think you are going?" She inquired, her eyes still closed. "I'm going back to my hostel," I said.

"I don't want Mrs. Okhi to come here to meet me." "Mrs Okhi went back to Lokoja this evening," she replied with a smile. "Please spend the night with me." And I did it.

I was awakened by the sound of footsteps outside. When I opened my eyes, I was in an unfamiliar room. It was not as packed as usual, with people dressed in white shirts and shorts.

There were no double bunk beds, and I was on the bottom bunk. The room wasn't as hot and stuffy as the ones I'd been waking up in lately. It was highly ventilated since air flowed naturally in and out.

When air tried to enter via the window, I didn't notice the horrible odor of $hit. Was I hallucinating? I looked down at my bed, and a n'a'ke'd lady was laying beside me.

Then the events of the previous night hit me. I'd stayed the night in Ms Enoh's room. She was still dozing off. I checked the time and it was 6:48 a.m. The morning parade had to have begun.

How did I get so much sleep? I looked everywhere for my phone but couldn't find it. I headed to the restroom and relieved myself, then noticed my phone on the floor; I had some missed calls, the most recent of which was from Wangu.

I returned her call, and based on the noise in the background, I assumed she was at the parade ground. "Where have you gone?" She inquired as she answered the phone. I informed her that I had returned to the hostel and would shortly join them at the parade ground.

I hung up after asking her to get the attendance. Ms Enoh was still sleeping soundly. I think I outdid her last night. As  I discovered my clothes, I proceeded to dress up.

"What are your plans?" She inquired, her voice dreamy. I leant in and kissed her on the lips. "I'm going to the morning parade," I muttered, attempting to get away, but she grabbed me and forced me back to bed.

"Ignore the procession and stick with me this morning." We gripped at each other for a time before our mouths met. We kissed for a long time while clutching each other on the bed.

She massaged my head, chest, belly, and d'c'kk throughout the process. I'd already experienced an early morning erec't'io'n, and with her teasing and stroking, I felt Hot once more.

I knelt on the bed, wore my condom, parted her legs, and caressed her clit for a while. I caressed and rubbed her cli't with the tip of my di'ck'k one more before sliding it neatly into her wet c'u ,n't.

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Thursday - Day 10

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After my morning intercourse with Ms Enoh, I left the nysc quarters and went to the parade ground. Mrs Okhi will be arriving at work from Lokoja that morning, according to Ms Enoh.

I parade was almost through when I came in. It was as if everyone in my platoon was waiting for me to arrive since there were so many issues that needed to be resolved, the most of which were financial in nature.

I directed Amina to distribute the monies she had collected in order to pay off some of the previous bills. Wangu updated me on recent developments and announcements.

The football match was set to begin that evening, with platoon 10 taking on platoon 1. The next day, 9 would face 2, 8 would face 3, and so on.

The volleyball schedule was also released, and the theater and dance events were set to begin in the evenings.

After the morning parade, Wangu and I had a brief conference with individuals assigned to handle various platoon-related matters. Sani, the football team captain, bemoaned the fact that there is often a minimal turnout for training, despite the fact that they had a complete team.

The volleyball captain kept me updated on her progress. She was successful in recruiting two new members, who will begin training immediately.

Amina commented on her success in raising donations and how those funds had been distributed thus far. The lady in charge of the cultural group was more upbeat than the rest of the group.

She claimed she had complete control over everything. She clearly understood what she was doing.

I spotted the wedding ring on her arm as she told us how far they'd gotten in terms of hiring costumes, preparing dance records, and even demonstrating the dancing styles she planned to teach her group.

We giggled as she twisted her waist and moved her arms side to side like indian dance movements. As she demonstrated for us, she drew the attention of onlookers.

"How do I address you?" I questioned her after our brief meeting. “Sonia.” "You're way too good at this," I said. "That's my specialty," she explained. We spoke for a few minutes.

She graduated from the University of Port Harcourt with a degree in Music and Drama Arts. "What about music and drama?" I inquired. "Some schools do teach it as Theatre Arts." She informed me of this.

"Are there any plans after service?" I inquired of her. "Well, I might be going abroad to join my hubby." Before that, I would undoubtedly connect with the Nigerian entertainment business." She stated.

Wangu was staring at us, probably waiting for me, I noted. "How about we get together and you tell me about your dream?" I inquired of her. She paused for a moment before agreeing. "I mean, why not?"

We swapped phone numbers, and I set out to meet Wangu. "Would you like to join the dance group?" I smiled as she inquired cynically. "No, do you want me to come along?" "Don't your friends play football?" She burst out laughing.

We headed together to the accounts department to get our transportation allowance. We signed the money and went after the crowd had thinned out.

We went to the mami for some noodles and eggs for breakfast. We discussed tactics for ensuring that our platoon wins trophies.

She mentioned some of the social events competitions, such as dancing, theatre, cookery competition, Ms Nysc, Ms hot legs, large and bold, pretty face (guys), Mr macho (guys), and others.

She was suggesting who should represent the platoon in each of the events. "Chifawu, my RCCF friend who worked with OBS, can represent us in Ms nysc," she remarked.

I didn't know all of the requirements for contestants, so I requested her to do further research before distributing the form to anyone. "I missed you," she said.

That was the first time she'd uttered anything profound since the incident with the military man. "I know, I'm in the same boat, I missed you too." I told her about it. "I had a good time there, even before the military man arrived and disrupted us." She stated.

"I had a fun too, but it was destroyed when I was compelled to carry about loose s'p'e'rm." I said this, and she laughed. The laughter was so loud that the few people in the canteen turned to look at us oddly.

"Does it still exist?" She inquired. "Yes," you liar! "And it's making me feel heavy." I reached a conclusion. "Then we need to take care of the unfinished business." She stated this while winking at me.