Weak Link

The bigger question in my mind was to ask him what he was doing at night in that location, since he hadn't addressed it yet. I knew the answer, but I didn't ask until we arrived at the parade ground.

"What did you do there late at night?" I inquired about him. “Smoking.” He responded almost instantly. " I go there most nights to smoke the 'good stuff.'" So I was walking towards there last night when I noticed you two where having intense s*ex

I waited until you guys were gone before went ahaead to smoke. That's when I noticed the ring. " There was no point in explaining the other side of the tale to him; I had already retrieved the ring and had nothing further to do with him.

So there's no reason to bring it up. So I reasoned! "What are your plans for the evening?" He inquired as I attempted to flee. He was still beaming at me when I turned around. "Why?" I inquired.

"I just want the both of us to hang out . We could go to any restaurant of your choice." I was going to inquire what we were going to do, but there was no need!

I was being hit on by a gay! I already felt humiliated, like a girl might feel when someone considerably lower than her asks her out. I was fuming with rage, but I had to restrain myself.

There was no need to be polite, so I approached him and said calmly, "You saw me making out last night... He nodded as if I had asked a question. I continued because it was not a question.

"I also witnessed you kissing another guy." This information clearly astonished him. I didn't wait for him to explain himself since I hadn't finished what I was going to say.

"You now know I'm not homosexual, and I now know you're gay." So quit attempting to 'take me out,' and let's pretend we never met." As I finished my statement, he seemed to relax a little.

The last statement implied that I wasn't going to come out as gay as long as he stopped making dumb advances at me. He walked away, nodding his head. When I got back to the hostel, the ugly one reminded me of our supposed clubbing that night.

He had made a deal with a military friend to sneak us out. "When are we going to leave?" I inquired about him. "9:30 pm. Just before the lights go out."

I promised Sonia that I would be at the dance center to see her and the platoon team perform. I hoped they had performed before we departed. After the morning lecture, wangu and I went to the mami to have some food.

We ordered food and she sat next to me, updating me on what was going on at the female hostel. She alerted me about their hostel's worrying stealing spree.

It was strange to learn that pants, bras, towels, and slippers were being taken at the female hostel.

It was not uncommon for items to be misplaced at the hostel; at the male hostel, we've heard of phones and chargers being stolen, but the one of pants and general underwear breaks me.

"Perhaps the owners misplaced them, or someone took them without their knowledge." I tried to justify the bizarre behavior, but she insisted the items were stolen.

She offered examples of owners who arranged their belongings in a haphazard line near their bed and still lost them.

After lunch, we went outside to witness the first volleyball match between platoon 1 and platoon 6. After the first match, my platoon was supposed to play Oge's platoon 7.

The platoon 6 team was fantastic. They seemed to have been playing together for a long time. Unlike their opponents, who hit the ball over the net with only one touch, platoon 6 always completes their three touches, allowing their teammates to smash the ball.

It was an enjoyable one-sided thriller. For once, I was relieved that our unit wasn't one of them. They defeated platoon 1 in two sets. I stayed behind and team-talked with my platoon, which was getting ready for the following match.

The lady whose ring I was still holding seemed to have disappeared. I checked my pocket to make sure the ring was still there, and it was. "Do you have my wedding ring?" Damn! She certainly knows how to infiltrate on people.

I turned to see her expression. She appeared as though she was going to dump me if I ever told her I was not with it. I took it out and presented it to her, and her expression immediately turned to one of delight.

She smiled at me for the first time. "Many thanks!" She practically yelled as she dashed away, pulling her phone from her waist pack in the process. I observed her as she dialed her phone and held it to her ear.

As she chatted eagerly on the phone, I leaned closer: "Honey, I've recovered it..

I told you I was sorry, and I swear not to allow it out of my sight again...

"I love you so much......yes, I know, and I do......can't wait to see you."

I was so shocked by what I was hearing that I didn't notice when she turned around and faced me. "Why are you listening into my conversation?" She said to me, still delighted.

"I apologized, I didn't intend to, but did you tell your husband you misplaced your ring?" "Why not, of course?" I told him about the stupid battalion leader I gave the ring to hold while I played volleyball, and he took it." She stated.

I faked not to hear her lighthearted insult, but I was more surprised that she told her husband everything. "Do you have to tell him everything?" I inquired.

"He needed to know how stupid you were!" She replied. "No way!" "Do you mean the complete story?" I asked. She responded with a smile. "I speak with my husband six times a day."

It's like a roster, twice in the morning, twice in the afternoon, and twice before bed, and I don't forget anything." "So you'll tell your husband if I take you out to hang out with you." I inquired, and she frowned.

"The objective of telling my spouse what happens on a daily basis is to reassure him that I'm fine and that I'm not hanging around with people like you." She stated.

"That's great; I like it." I stated this, and she stared at me as if there was something else going on beneath the nice compliment. She joined the team as we awaited the start of the game.

My platoon faced platoon 7, Oge's platoon. Oge and I had a lovely conversation before the game as I helped her tie some bandages over her wrist. "We're going to beat your platoon," she joked.

I argued that my battalion would win, and she asked for a wager. "What happens if we win?" She inquired.

I considered everything that could go wrong... Then an idea occurred to me... I whispered it into her ear, and she agreed with a chuckle.

The game began with both teams showing great spirit. My platoon was losing quickly, and our opponents were increasing the margin.

However, I noticed that platoon 7 had a weak link, with one of the girls only present to complete the number. When it was my team captain's turn to serve, I relayed the instruction to her, and she did as I instructed.

When it was my captain's turn to serve, the weak girl was playing the number 6 position (center court). All of her serves were aimed towards the frail girl, who was unable to receive any.

Her teammates could do nothing since she had to stay in the number 6 position until her team scored a point, at which point they may rotate and she would move up to the number 5 position.

All seven serves landed on their side of the court. The feeble girl was virtually avoiding some of the serves. I observed that the team had changed after the eighth serve.

I noticed the squad captain's wrist was hurting as she rubbed it on her shirt before serving. I requested for a timeout, and we all gathered for a team meeting.

I didn't have much to say; all I wanted was for the team captain to rest her palms so she could continue torturing them with her serves.

However, I reminded everyone that whenever it was their turn to serve as the pitch rotated, they had to serve in the direction of the weak girl.

People laughed at our method of picking on the weak girl, thus it turned out to be a fun game. Every serve, return service, smash, and volley was aimed at her as she bounced up and down, attempting to avoid the ball hitting her beautiful nails.

"Replace her!" "Change her right now!" "Comot diaaaaaa!" "Who's that ajebo?" Those where the  the cries of the people who were watching.

Their team leader claimed that the other two members of the squad had gone missing, and they had just picked her to complete the team that afternoon.

We defeated them in two sets in a row. After the game, Oge was visibly enraged. I consoled her while reminding her of the modest wager we had agreed on, or more accurately, the contract we had just made. It included a unique sexual threat from her.

If she won, I was supposed to do the same for her.

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I went to the center at night to see the dance competition.

It was packed with corpers who had gathered to observe the event. I had intended to accompany Oge.

She was meant to threaten me after the competition. When I called, she said her muscles were aching and she couldn't go outside.

"Are you certain you're not attempting to avoid me?" I questioned her sarcastically. "No nau! "I just got done playing a game." She attempted to defend herself. "And you know I need a lot of energy to finish the threat you requested." She said this while smiling at the other end.

Then I dialed wangu's number. She was already at the venue, assisting the dancers in their preparations for the dance, holding their baggage.

I was by myself at the venue, watching them fix the stage lights and set up the stage.

"Commander of the platoon!" I heard some kinda voice from my side. It has to be Rita! "It's the platoon commander!" I corrected her one again.

"Wow, longest time! You keep running away from me!" As she approached me, she smiled. I took a long look at her hands and legs' lush, black, curling, and attractive hairs.

They glistened as the lights fell on them. She sat next to me as we waited for the show to begin. We discussed the stress of camp thus far.

She clearly avoided parades on a regular basis. Platoon 1 took the stage to begin the presentation. The performers must have assigned certain dress requirements and song types.

The first appearance was with local instruments, followed by a DJ sound track. That night, four platoons performed, and it was a lot of fun.

As the dance progressed, those in the front continued to stand, forcing us at the back to do the same. Ri ta was a little short, so she couldn't see the stage very well.

"Now, platoon leader, lift me on your back!" Rita pleaded with me, extending her neck to see the stage while people applauded and laughed at the dance on stage.

I was carrying her on my back! She was ecstatic because she could now see the stage. I gripped her legs tightly as she reclined on my back, like if she belonged there.

To prevent stumbling and falling, I summoned enough power and kept my legs rigidly planted on the ground. My back was massaged by her bre'a's't.

I was turned on as I felt her curly locks lay on my hands. I let my mind wander to how it would feel to caress those hairs.

I was curious how dense her pubic hairs would be. My battalion arrived on stage with a unique spirit.

I observed as they enthralled the audience with numerous dance routines performed in unison. Sonia was great. She was in charge of the group and directed their movements. The audience continued to applaud as they played.

It was evident what would happen. We advanced to the semi-finals. Rita and I went to the joint after the show and ran across the ugly one's military friend. They've been waiting for me so that we may go to the nightclub.

After some time well spent with Rita, we went to the hostel to change and the military man drove us out of the camp.

The ugly one made some phone calls, and we went ahead and picked up two sweet females from one of Kabba's fast food eateries. They appeared to be nice and innocent.

The military man drove away after dropping us off at the club. The four of us went to the club for the night of our lives.

We stayed in the club for hours, drinking and dancing. I was astounded by how much booze those sweet, innocent-looking girls could ingest.

They danced with one another first, then with us. As she danced, the tiny one couldn't seem to get her hands off of me.

We arrived at what I assumed was his photographer friend's residence. We took turns showering, and I emerged from the restroom to find the ugly one already tidying the girl he claimed had the tightest p'u's's'y.

The tiny one was clutching  against the wall while operating her phone. I moved in her direction... I fondled and sucked her petite b're'a'st until the ni'pp'le's became firm.

I took off my jeans, went for my condoms, and put them on. I wondered how she'd react when I spread her small legs to enter her.

My hard d'kk measured more than the distance between her cu'n't and her belly button, as though she was ready to break under my grip.

Gradually, I slid into her, surprised as the entire length of my d'I'kkk was gobbled up, and the small girl I was pitying threw her legs wide open in desire of more.

Slim ladies appear to have comparatively large c'u'nts; this appears to be natural since their two labia's; labia minora and labia majora are readily stretched, whilst chubby girls appear to have more muscles at the labias holding them together and withstanding the stretches.

As she moved her little hips around the floor, I pounded her as hard as I could. I linked her two legs, grasping the heels with one hand and raising them up while ba'n'ge'ing her squeezed cu'nt.

She moaned loudly and clutched the wall as she aggressively shook her head from side to side.

As I f'u'ck'ed her further, I used my other free hand to caress her buttocks. She was taking it all, more than I had anticipated. I f'u'cke'ed her from behind as she knelt with her hand on the wall.

Every time I smashed into her, I grabbed her waist and shoved it into my d'kk. I observed that the ugly one had finished with the other girl, and they were all staring at us with so much interest.