Hard Bang

I felt a strong clasp on my di'kk as she rested her hands on my chest and laughed. As she cl.m.a.xed, I held her br'e'a.st, and her c'u'nt felt loose on me.

She sagged sideways, her back against the wall. I moved out from behind her and forced her to lie on her back, knelt in front of her spread legs. I moved into her already dripping c'u'nt, one of her legs resting on the hall.

I worked slowly on it until I could feel her cu"n't contract on my d'I'kkk. I thumped into her repeatedly, keeping the hit on her 'gee' spot. She thrashed her hips around the bed as I ba.n.ged her hard.

As I f'u'c'ke'd her, she leaned forward and began teasing my ni'p'pl'e with her tongue, moving her clit directly against my di'ckk.

This drove both of us insane as I ba'ng'ed her ferociously, ensuring that the entire length of my d'c'kk rocked her inside while my pelvic caressed her swollen and protruding clit.

As I c.ame strongly, she let out a loud moan and cl.m.a.xed again. After a few seconds, I drew away from her as she lay motionless on the bed.

She was struggling to take a breath. I got dressed, kissed her bare back, and kissed her goodnight. She barely responded because her eyes were already closed and she was almost in a trance.

I went to the social night venue, where my new found love was waiting for me to cheer her up.

When I left the quarters, I went back to the center for the social night. Chifawu and I met outside after I called her. She was relieved to see me, as if I were her manager and she couldn't go on stage unless I gave her last-minute instructions.

The stage was decorated with banners advertising Nestle food products such as Goldenmorn, Milo, Nido milk, Maggi, and Nescafe.

We walked inside and sat close to each other after reviewing the advice I had given her the previous time.

I saw Wangu outside with some of my platoon members, so I excused myself and went to meet her.

She was rushing around, carrying the costumes for the performers tonight, Ms Nysc, big and bold, pretty face, and Mr. macho.

As I approached her, I said, "I don't know what I would have done without you. She puts her heart and soul into everything she does, including se*x. "You can start by holding these for me while I take a break," she said, attempting to hand me the stack of clothes she was carrying.

I told her about my money-related conversation with Ms Enoh. She was enraged that she wanted to play with our money. I returned inside to my seat beside Chifawu after speaking with her.

The MC was amusing himself by playing a game of 'Maggi' and 'choco.milo.' Some stage volunteers will dip their hands into a bowl containing the two Nestle pro]]ducts.

You lick what you choose! There were more choco.milo, but some people were still unlucky enough to pick and lick the maggi cube. Then there was the Mr Beard show, where the MC summoned the corpers with the longest beards.

Four of the guys emerged, each with a bush-like beard. As the bearded men took the stage, the audience started chanting "Boko Haram!" The best of them were chosen and gifts were given to him.

Then the big and daring competition began. The girls were required to have prominent features such as br'ea's't, a'r'se, and yam-legs. Ten of the girls took the stage, one for each platoon.

Each had to dance to a song played by the DJ before answering a few questions such as the name of the governor of Kogi state, the name of the commissioner for youth and sports, and so on.

Finally, the girl who clearly danced better and boldly shook everything big on her body was chosen as the winner.

The next event was a pretty face competition for men. It was an open competition for everyone at camp who had a macho body. Chifawu joked about me joining them, and we both laughed.

I couldn't figure out why they were all smiling sheepishly, as if they had been told to. Some had light makeup on their faces.

Chifawu stood up to prepare for the first Ms Nysc competition entrance. "Wish me luck," she said as she walked away. I kissed her on the cheek and requested that she win the trophy for us.

The guys were asked to dance after the question and answer session, and the winners were announced. My platoon finished third in the big and bold competition but did not place in the pretty face competition.

Ms Nysc began, and the contestant marched in first to display traditional attire. They then left to change into their evening attire while the Mr. Macho contestants took the stage.

The audience laughed and applauded for the nearly naked men dressed as wrestlers at Wrestlemania, with olive oil rubbed all over their bodies.

Their bodies glistened in the spotlights as they posed like wrestlers. It was as if they were warned not to laugh as the MC cracked various jokes in order to disqualify some of them.

They remained on stage as the ms nysc contestants returned in their evening or dinner gowns. They were stunning. Chifawu walked with her shoulders high, as if she did it for a living.

Questions were thrown at each of them, almost identical to the ones we practiced, and she answered them flawlessly.

They later left the stage after the four finalists were called back, one of whom was Chifawu. They threw more tactical questions at them at this point, and only Chifawu was able to respond appropriately.

After announcing the mr macho winners, of which my platoon was not one, it was time to announce the ms nysc winners.

The entire hall was silent as the winner of the major event was announced.

Nestle Foods' manager took the microphone and made some announcements before beginning to announce the winners.

When the second and first runners-up were announced and Chifawu's name was not called, it was clear that she had won the show.

Finally, she was declared the winner as she returned to the stage in her evening gown.

When it was time to make an official statement in recognition of her new title as ms nysc, everyone clapped for her and she thanked the sponsors, nysc staff, and her platoon leader. . . I was extremely proud of her. . .

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I waited outside for her after the show while Wangu went to get the borrowed costumes. I waited until I was tired of waiting and decided to go for a walk.

A guy and a female corper were discussing and laughing beside a Toyota Corolla parked a few meters from the venue. I moved in closer and recognized the man as the Nestle Foods manager.

What's the deal with all these managers? Why are they singled out after the show? As I remembered Sonia and the Etisalat manager, I asked myself.

I moved in closer and immediately recognized the girl he was talking to and laughing with. . . She was chifawu. . . My very own chifawu!

That strange moment when your thoughts freeze and you're not sure what to do.

I felt a twinge of jealousy as I observed Chifawu chatting and laughing with the manager. I had no idea what to do next, so I just stood a few meters away and watched.

Take action! My mind was urging me to move forward and whisk her away from that evil man's evil approach. It appeared to be a harmless conversation, as there was no contact or anything unusual going on.

Should I wait until she gets into the driver's seat and they drive away like Sonia? I had no choice but to act.

I was nervous about it because I felt compelled to save her from this devilish man! But does she really need to be rescued?

She was still chatting and laughing as if she was overjoyed. I turned around and walked away. It appeared to be the best option at the time.

As painful as it was, I managed to put one foot in front of the other as I walked away.

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That night, I arrived at the hostel tired and exhausted. My body was screaming for sleep after the sex with Ms Enoh had sapped all of my energy.

My phone was dead because the battery had died. That night, the hostel was extremely loud. The guys formed singing groups and sang and danced their way through the hostel halls, extremely happy that camp was almost over.

As they sang and danced around the hostel, some of the groups were kegite groups. It was difficult to sleep there. If they notice you sleeping, they will come to your corner and hit their improvised drums.

On the bed, I became restless. The noise from the hostel was echoing in my head, along with the fact that I was thinking of chifawu.

What had happened to her? Was she planning to leave camp with the Nestle foods manager, like Sonia? I cursed myself for being so gentle with her.