THE STORY OF IJEBABE (THE FINAL EPISODE)

I was angry as my member had already started reacting to the call of nature. Ijebabe has flown to my front in anger and her bulging looking quito arse stared me in the face, should I make a go for it or just relax while she flew.

“Ijebabe, how about giving me a handjob, at least it will ease off this tension from my body lest I find myself chasing after those insect with giant arses.”

I pleaded with her. This got her as she turned round in the air and flew right at me her knees making contact with my balls, I fell from my flight in pain, collapsing and screaming blue murder as the pain surged through my fragile body. I still wonder why women will ask if we can carry many kilograms of flesh in our body and then give birth through a tiny hole. If only they know the pain experienced if your balls is kicked. More like a million of your bones breaking.

“I hope the knee job gave you the desired feelings”

She taunted me before flying away. I sure was going to get her for this one day I moaned as I grabbed my member and searched for my balls to make sure none had slipped into my stomach.

“Wetin you dey there dey do Yellow, abi you and ground don get something in common?”

It was Born2fuck aka Dobodobo that was speaking to me.

“Guy, na Ijebabe wan kill me o, instead of hand job, na knee job she give me o”

I replied barely above a whisper.

“You still they think say e easy to mate with all these Quitoland babes abi, na to just dey the back of their system dey hide their true identity, those female quitos go send you to early grave”

Born2fuck concluded.

“Na wetin you want make I do now, abeg, conji don build up for inside my body, you know where I go fit relieve myself”

I asked him like I did not know the answer he was going to give. Everybody knows him as the craziest quito in town that knows all the female quitos.

“Ehn, oya make we dey go Mazamaza go see person”

He replied extending his hands. I dusted my hand and put it in his and allowed him pull me up. I checked to make sure my balls were still intact before going on that journey with him, a journey I had since then always go on anytime I feel the urge to mate.

It was on one of this journey that I met White Mosquito. I smiled as I watched Ijebabe still engrossed in her dance but nearly died of heart attack when I had a playful laughter, a very familiar voice. It was White Mosquito, ever so beautiful her hand extended as the invading male quitos reached our place of abode. I blacked out as she wrapped her hands round about a thick looking alien quito.