The Real Cougar

You must join any organization of your choice and keep it as your CDS throughout your PPA. Those were the only lectures that were worth listening to.

As other boring lectures went on, I texted Ms Enoh and watched her reaction as she reached for her phone to read the text: "You didn't tell me you were back? "I hope your boyfriend treated you well." As her face brightened, I could see her smile.

She was clearly bored with the lectures as well. "Stop monitoring me, I'm not your girlfriend," she replied. By the way, I went to Okene for an official assignment." I grinned as I read the text.

She peered throughout the corridor, and I knew she was looking for my face. She wouldn't be able to see me where I was. "You look amazing, the formal assignment must have been refreshing," I texted back. "I hope you brought back my decamping letter" response.

"I changed my mind," she said as she wrote on her phone. I don't need a decamping notice; all I need is a rifle, which I brought back with me.

If you get too close to me again, I'll shoot! It was a humorous text. I didn't respond right away. I observed her as she checked her phone every 10 seconds, expecting a response.

Finally, after no response was received, she texted, "Still there?? "Reply," I said, smiling. Now I know she's becoming addicted to me. "You scared me!" I responded. A gun!!! You urgently require another platoon leader!

As she read the text, her smile turned into a belly laugh. She tried to keep her laughter under control since she was clearly disturbing people at the top table.

"Don't worry, I won't shoot," she said again as she tapped her phone keypad. Mrs. Okhi is still at work; I'll send for you when she returns back home. "Out and over."

Mrs. Okhi was the woman with whom she shares the office workspace and residence. As I read the final line of text, I grinned to myself. Let's hope Mrs. Okhi doesn't decide to spend the night with us.

Somehow, God decided to answer my wicked prayer... It was a memorable excursion.

After the lectures, I went back to the hostel and napped for a while. I waited patiently for Ms Enoh's call, but it never came, so I went to bed.

Jane's phone call jolted me awake. I replied her in a sleepy voice, telling her I'd call her later when I was fully awake.

Later, the ugly one called and demanded that I meet him in his mami joint. I pondered for a moment before proceeding. When I arrived, he was sitting with his soldier friend.

I greeted them and sat down; when the military guy inquired about my leg, he almost smiled. "Not too nice, but not too horrible," he said. "You get mind guy," he added, "oboy, so you fit risk yourself because of women." he responded in pidgin. 

He asserted that I should have been the first to take off when I saw him, but I countered that doing so would have put the girl in danger. "What happened before nko?" "You wan die for woman matter?" he responded.

That was his explanation, at least. The ugly one was quiet, so I knew he didn't agree with his military buddy. I considered asking him how he tracked us to that location, but opted against it.

Whatever happened had to have been planned by the ugly one. As a result, I'll ask him later. Before the ugly one and I headed for the hostel, we ate and drank.

He got out a new set of 21 condoms and chuckled mischievously as he presented them to me when we arrived at the hostel.

Then I thought about Ms Enoh. Why has she not phoned yet? It was almost beyond four o'clock, and they were about to blast the biggle for the evening parade. I didn't want to spend my evening watching the parade.

"Guy you look bothered, na wetin be that?" The ugly one asked. He must have sensed that I wasn't overjoyed to see the condoms. I had to inform him about my encounter with Ms Enoh.

We were actual friends now, and there was no need to hold secrets to win a bet. He listened intently as I told him about the few times we kissed and how I'd recently begun flirting with her.

"Your issue is that you're too gentle and soft. You, too dey form gentleman!" , he became enraged and responded angrily to me, After hearing my story.

He insisted that I 'tidied' her after the first kiss, or even the second time after she stared at me with lusty eyes.

"See, let me tell you," he said, "the kingdom of women has suffered brutality since the days of King Solomon, who had 700 concubines, and only the violent taketh it by force!"

"You have to be violent," he went on. "The heart of a woman is sensitive and malleable." She sees you one minute and chooses to f'u'c'k you the next, and she sees you the next minute and decides you're not her type.

So, whenever you get the chance, tidy her up!" We continued talking, and I told him that Ms Enoh always looks at my middle finger. "Are you certain about this one?"  He inquired as if he had discovered the solution to the entire puzzle. "Yes, I've noticed her glancing at it several times, and when I confronted her about it, she said it was nothing." I told him about it.

"Let me look," he said, pointing to my fingers. "Chinekee... " He screamed and grinned simultaneously. "Oh boy!" "What exactly is it?" I asked eagerly. He gave it another hard look and smiled as he shook his head.

When I asked what was wrong, he tried to explain. He informed me about something he heard from a girl at school. He claimed that the girl told him that a guy's dick may be determined by the size of his middle finger.

He told me that he initially thought it was a fallacy, but after doing his own research, he discovered the hypothesis to be true.

This dubious theory made me laugh. It was amusing, but I was certain it was a logical error. He must have read my mind because he went on, emphasizing that only 'coded' chicks are aware of this secret.

So, if they want you to tidy things up for fun, they'll look at your middle finger. "How come you assume the 'f,u,c,c,k you' gesture is done with the same middle finger?" I considered it after he asked.

I gazed at my tall and massive middle finger again and almost exclaimed the same reason he did.

I always assumed I had naturally lengthy fingers, and my middle one was no different.

They were all tall, which I assumed was due to my height. If this idea was true and Ms Enoh was aware of it, then would explain why she kept glancing at them at random intervals.

"It's true," he went on, "if the middle finger is short and stout, the d'I'c'kk will be short and stout." If it's thin, the d'i'c'kk will be too." He reached a conclusion. 

"I'm out of condoms."  He handed me four new condoms after I told him. "Tidy her very well with that your long thick d'I'c'kk," he joked again. I became more concerned when the biggle for the evening procession was blown.

I was feeling quite hot. My incomplete intercourse with Wangu must have left some s'p'e'rms in my testicles. As more testosterone enters my body, the loose s'pe'r'ms must be sending messages to my brain.

My d'kk felt heavy and stimulated all the time as filthy thoughts rushed through my head. I was getting a hard-on every time I lied down, so I sat all through my conversation with the ugly one.

The evening parade biggle had been blown. I put on my jacket because it was my platoon's turn to undergo special man'o'war training.

As usual, we conveyed with other platoons at the parade ground.

After a while, the commander of the man'o'war unit approached us and briefed us on some general safety precautions for the next training exercise.

After that, we went about the camp, singing war songs and following the man'o'war's lead. We climbed numerous ropes crossed around trees in various methods one after the other.

Some of the ropes formed a bridge connecting two trees, which you must traverse. We shot pictures while we took turns doing the exercises.

There were some that required us to crawl from one extreme to the other using drums as underground pipes.

As we practiced, the selected nysc team was playing the Asaya youth team.

We completed the activity and then watched the game. The nysc squad was defeated 1 - 2 by the locals, who appeared more coordinated because they had been playing together for a long time.

The volleyball player came to me with the same complaint about not making any progress. I took advantage of the occasion to mobilize some girls, with the assistance of Adeola, who claimed to have rudimentary knowledge of it.

I added Amina in the team, and we all departed the parade area to practice volleyball. Other platoons had already progressed as they practiced volleyball on the volleyball court.

I made them sit and observe others to learn the fundamental laws of service and reception, digging, setting, volleying, and smashing. We practiced in an empty place next to the court.

The captain of the team was an excellent player. Adeola was playing better after a little brushing. Amina fell in love with the game just immediately, and her passion propelled her forward.

The rest were simply terrible. But the nice thing about volleyball is that three good players may make a team strong and carry others along out of the six required to form a team.

The rest of the team only needs to hit and keep the ball from bouncing on their place. We trained for a few minutes longer, and when an opening appeared on the court, we took it and played a fake match against another platoon.

They were excellent and well-coordinated. They must have spent a long time practicing. I returned to the hostel feeling heavy in between my legs after the workout session.

I arrived at the hostel and showered. I was about to go fetch some supper from Mami when the phone rang: Ms Enoh...

"Please come to my office right away," she said. "Yes, lady," I responded, and I heard her chuckle before hanging up.

I got ready and went to the quarters. I was so hot that any girl who passed by me got my d'kk standing. I walked towards the quarters because the journey seemed to be taking longer than usual.

I was on my way to the quarters. Finally, I arrived. I knocked and waited to hear a reply. I knocked again, and she called out from the inner room asking me to come in.

I did. "Shut the door!" She called out again, and I obeyed. She signaled for me to sit at her desk and wait for her, so I did. There was nothing to do because the laptop was turned on and displayed the Windows desktop.

I saw that certain programs were minimized in the task bar. I chose one of them, which was a Microsoft Word document.

I chose the second option, a version of Who Wants to Be a Millionaire for Windows. I tried it, but I couldn't win more than $1000. The questions were all weird, and the few answers I got were from the three life lines.

It was tedious. I minimized it and clicked the next minimized program, which displayed a video clip of p'o'r'n.

vieMs Enoh had been viewing on p'o*'r'n! It was in pause mode, so I pressed the play button and saw the wild p'o'r'n on the screen.

With the hard-ons I'd been getting all morning and the loose s'p'e'r'm dangling somewhere inside my d'I'c'kk, my system was on fire.

Ms Enoh emerged from the inner area and approached me. She was dressed in an evening gown that did little to conceal her upper bossoms.

Through the fabric of her gown, I could almost see the white trouser she was putting on. I pressed the minimize button, but the media player was still playing p*o*r*n in the task bar, and the sounds from the laptop were still audible.

"Why did you dismiss it?" She inquired as she grabbed for the touchpad and returned it to full screen mode. As we watched the p'o'r'n, she sat next me, her legs crossed against my laps.

I got my hands on her laps and started massaging the inside of her laps and rubbing her front crotch.

I was quaking with delight as my entire body system was almost on fire from the loose spe'r'm's on my balls, the p'o'r'n I was viewing, and the caress I was giving her laps.

I grabbed for her lips and began kissing her passionately. As we kissed and I kept my hands busy in between her laps, she returned with the same ferocity.

She stood up and entered the inner room. I followed her, my gaze riveted on her a'r's'e, which was dancing as she went.

At each end of the room, there were two beds, a tiny wooden stand where clothes were hung, and their things.

A narrow passageway led to the interior, which I assumed housed the kitchen, bathroom, and toilet. She was standing at one end of the bed, peering at me as if she was going to alter her mind.

The ugly one's words resonated in my head: "A woman's heart is sensitive and pliable." She sees you one minute and chooses to f'u'c'k you the next, and she sees you the next minute and decides you're not her type.

So, whenever you get the chance, tidy her up!" Was she attempting to change her mind about me? I'll pay the price! With all the free s'pe'r'ms looking for a way out of my d'k'kk.

It is said that the violent will take it by force! I moved to the end of the bed where she was sitting. I kissed her on the lips, grabbed for the tiny sleeves on her shoulders that were securing her gown to her body, and pushed them apart.

It fell effortlessly, displaying her entire b're'as't, which was hanging and staring at me. The n-i'p'le was tough and protruded forward. They stiffened as I sucked at them, teasing them with my tongue.

Ms Enoh wasn't reacting the way i  expected as I was thrilling her with my sucks and teases. Her body reacted to me, but she didn't moan or take the deep breaths I was used to.

I sucked harder and teased her, and her reply was nearly identical. She was a real cougar! As I sucked the ni'p'le's, I moved my hands into her laps. I stroked the insides of her laps and grabbed for her jeans, pulling them down.

My d'kk was extremely hard, and I felt a slight twitch of my d'kk muscles as if I was going to cu*um. I put on the condom and noticed that some fluids had already escaped my d'ckk and were congregating at its tip.

I pushed her legs apart, directed my hard di'kk in between her legs, and slammed into her. As I hit the interior of her, the walls of her veegee contracted on my di'c'k.

As I felt the heaviness on my d'I'kk begin to creep upwards to its tip, the sensation was incredible.

I attempted to unwind a little, but instead found me beating into her rapidly and uncontrollably, and before I could say jack, I poured all the stored s'p'e'r'm's in my d"kk out.

I was ashamed of myself. I noticed her staring at the ceiling as she lay on the bed. The look on her face indicated that she, too, was disappointed.