Dial Episode 4
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The dark-complexioned elderly woman moved away with a little shake of her head.
I stared at Bajoe, and she looked so hurt that tears shimmered in her eyes.
Light Duke Grayhem shook his head at me, complete revulsion on his face.
“You’re such a bad apple, a snake befitting Lucifer!” he said in a ridiculously savage voice. “Your body has not seen the light!”
I was kinda getting angry at this juncture, and I glared defiantly at him.
“Really? You believe so?” I asked, exasperated. “I thought I was coming to church, a normal church, and here I am, surrounded by a host of normal woman. What the hell did you expect to happen?”
“Oh, shut up, you infidel, you snake!” Light Duke Grayhem exploded. “You checked the box on the form you filled, right here, look! You checked the box that you’re an enlightened lighter!”
He shoved the form in my face, that bunch of stupid paper I had filled initially.
“That doesn’t mean crap, Lightening!” I said, and that seemed to incur the ire of many present because they all shouted in unison.
“Oh, whatever!” I said with a toss of my hand. “I didn’t even read that sheet much! Damn, I didn’t know what enlightened lighter meant! I thought it just meant I believed in God! I didn’t know I was gonna get naked and walked around in some damn artificial garden with naked women all around me!”
“You’re sick, Yao Biko!” Bajoe shot in then, absolutely hurting. “I thought I could trust you! You seemed so different! Tell me, who made you get an erection? Which of the women here aroused you this much?”
I looked at her, absolutely incredulous.
“Jeez, Baj!” I cried, surprised. “Who made me get stiffy? I wish I could say it was you, but you know I’ll be lying! You brought me to a roomful of naked women parading around and you ask me who gave me a stiffy?”
“You sick bastard!” Bajoe screamed at me. “More than half these women are married, and their husbands are here!”
“I don’t know that!” I said, almost shouting myself. “To me they are just naked women bending and posturing and doing their damn stuff and as a normal man I hit a stiffy without even knowing it! How could you men stand a sight like this and remain so damn unaffected?”
Light Duke Grayhem held out his right arm, and Bajoe ran to him, and he held her with a paternal love and patted her shoulders.
“It’s alright, my dear,” he said in a kind voice. “He didn’t deserve you anyway. He’s just cad, a damn snake! Get out of my sight, Mr. Yao Biko!”
“I aim to do just that as soon as somebody shows me my damn clothes!”
“Jojo!” Light Duke Grayhem shouted, and the young man who had attended to me trotted forward and bowed his head with reverence.
“I’m available, Light of my Light!” he said.
“Take this fool to the Apple Room and get him his clothes!”
“Yes, Light of my Light.”
Light Duke looked at me with scorn and absolute contempt.
“Get out of here, you snake!”
I was now quite mad at him, and I pointed a stiff finger at him.
“You’re the damn snake, you fool!” I said, and there was a collective gasp of horror all around me, and I saw some huge muscular men suddenly moving toward me, and my heart flipped once with sudden fear.
“Let him be,” Light Duke Grayhem said, waving his hand dismissively, and the men moving towards me stopped with stony looks of anger on their faces. “He’s just an insignificant little fool.”
“You cut that crap out!” I said, stung by his scornful dismissal of me. “You’re being a hypocrite! In fact, you’re being gender biased here! I got an erection and so I’m a snake? How about the women? Do you know how many women here were also turned on by the sight of my stiffy?”
The women screamed and blabbered in a unified babble of chagrin and fury, their faces hot and furious at me, but Light Duke held up a hand, and there was silence.
“They’re not snakes like you, you idiot!” he said.
“How do you know?” I asked, intrigued. “We men get aroused, you easily see because of our erections. But how do you tell when the women get aroused? Do you go round dipping a finger into each of them to find out who’s wet?”
This time the Duke could not restrain them.
The screaming women jostled me and pushed me, and one or two even slapped me in the frenzy of the moment, I guess.
The men joined in, and they pushed and heckled me quite roughly, pushing me toward the entrance, all the time screaming and shouting in one mad melee of emotion.
I guess my words had hit home to some of them.
Anyway, I found myself out on the corridor, my whole body tingling with the way they had mishandled me. As I turned for one final look, I saw Bajoe in the distance with tears still shining on her cheek.
Ah, well…win some, lose some!
I followed the young man called Jojo down a couple of stairs and down some corridors, and as he walked in front of me with that tiny waist of his and that flat naked buttocks I felt the urge to give him a really hefty kick in the butt for no apparent reason at all.
Soon we approached a huge door at the end of a corridor, and above it were the words:
APPLE ROOM, WHERE ALL SIN BEGAN.
The boy opened it, and I found myself in another corridor.
The right led to the women apple room, and the left to the men apple room.
We took a left turn and eventually came to several doors.
Jojo pointed to one door marked visitors.
“Your clothes are in there, sir,” he said with a dark look on his face, a look that said he hated me infernally. “You’re the only visitor today, and so your clothes would be the only one there.”
I didn’t say anything as he turned and walked away.
I opened the door and entered.
It was a huge room with rows of wardrobes, rows of mirrors, and another door that led to a washroom.
The wardrobe doors were made of glass, and so I saw my clothes hanging neatly in the extreme wardrobe.
Angrily I moved to it, pulled the door open, and then I suddenly saw a movement to my left and I turned.
I gave a short scream of fear when a face suddenly poked out around the edge of the wardrobe!
And then she stepped out quickly.
“Hush, hush, please!” she said.
It was the elderly woman, the dark-complexioned one with the strands of grey, the one who had stared at my erection with something close to reverence!
I remembered her now, remembered how she had quickly moved away from me.
She was nervous now, and rubbing her hands together anxiously, perspiration all over her face, her eyes fixed greedily on my now limp appendage.
“I a-am so-sorry!” she whispered, almost breathless. “I di-didn’t me-mean to scare y-you please. Ju-just that I a-am so con-confused. You see, I haven’t seen one since 1982.”
I was puzzled, and I frowned a bit.
“Haven’t seen what, ma’am?”
She was furiously embarrassed, and could barely look me in the eye.
“An erection,” she whispered, now scratching her hair in an agitated manner.
It dawned on me then, and without meaning to I chuckled, and she also chuckled, finally looking at me.
“You haven’t seen an erection since 1982?” I asked, striving to stop myself from laughing, and she nodded her head vigorously.
“Yes, yes,” she said. “That was the last time my husband had an erection, 31st December, 1982.”
“Why?” I asked, intrigued. “He had a disease or something?”
“No,” the lady said. “They appointed him as New Light of the Bare Light International Church, and he ceased to have erections. I think it is because erections are seen mostly as sinful, needed only to procreate, and since we knew I couldn’t get pregnant, it was not necessary anymore.”
“Oh,” I said and nodded. “Unnecessary erection of the Bare Light.”
She looked at me, and then at my limp appendage, and I doubted if she had heard my silly little statement.
“I really didn’t miss it much,” she whispered. “I wasn’t unfaithful to him, but when I saw…yours…”
I nodded again as her voice trailed off.
“You realized you hadn’t seen one since 1983,” I said.
“Not 83,” she said, running her hands across her tummy. “1982. I hadn’t seen one since 1982. Can I…Please, can I….to-touch it, please?”
I smiled mischievously, suddenly getting excited.
I had wanted Bajoe to be Number 44 on the DIAL List, and had planned for it, but providence had a different path. It seemed I was here now. This woman was elderly, but quite beautiful and rounded, still curvy, still beautiful in a sultry sexy kind of way.
And she hadn’t been near one since 1982.
Well, kindness was the virtue of every gentleman…and if anything, I believed myself to be a perfect gentleman.
“You can play with it, ma’am,” I whispered.
She licked her lips, looking very excited now, her breasts rising and falling with the increase of her lustful vibes.
She took stumbling steps forward, as if she were afraid my lieutenant might vanish. That sweet lady dropped to her knees in front of me and her hands gripped my waist. She was unbelievably strong, I realized, as she jerked my waist forward and rubbed her cheeks along that thing she hadn’t seen risen since 1982.
When she put her lips on me it was bliss.
This elderly woman knew her business, by jove, and within a minute she had me strongly agitated in the right kind of way.
“Oh!” she whispered in awed tones as she leaned back with a look of sheer bliss on her face just staring at that hammer of Thor. For a moment, I began to wonder if she just wanted to see it erect since she had not seen an erect one since 1982.
I needn’t have worried though. She got down on her hands and knees and turned that sizeable roundness toward me. It wasn’t bad for an elderly woman, though. The skin was still tight, the sight still amazing.
There never had been any sight more beautiful than a woman bent over, yes, and that was one undebatable assertion of mine. I dropped to my knees and went back a bit, bending low and trying to stick a tongue in there, you know, to wet her up a bit seeing she was a bit elderly and all that, and I didn’t want to hurt her if she was a bit dry, which most of them were.
She looked over her shoulder and saw what I was trying to do.
“No, no, no!” she whispered fiercely, her voice agitated. “We don’t have the whole day! Do me now, please do me now!”
Well, if that was what she wanted…
I reared up then and positioned up behind her, and damn me to hell if she weren’t more than ready! I had never experienced such a smoother entry, graced with warmth and tightness…no dryness in sight!
She would not allow me to work, no way!
She was like a tigress!
The muscles on her back clenched and unclenched as she moved back and front, back and front, thrusting with feverish dedication, taking my breath away and damn if she didn’t surprise the living bejezoz outta me!
This was what it was supposed to be!
This was a pro, darn!
Well, it seemed she wasn’t getting the maximum fill-up she wanted, and so she moved away, ejecting me with a muted plopping sound, and then she turned and pushed me almost savagely on the floor!
She stood up, and I looked past all that expanse of sweet rounded thighs, deep waist, amazing curves of the hips, those firm gently-sloping breasts, and I exhaled with an agitation of my own.
She put a foot on each side of me, and I watched that entrance of Jupiter coming down, down, down and she held my straight dangler and guided herself on top of it.
Then began the madness!
She went so hard and so fast I was scared she was going to hurt one of us! I was finally convinced that indeed, she might not have seen one since 1982.
She was a beast! She gripped my chest and swung in all directions…straight down, sideways winding, circular oscillation, scissoring brandishing!
That woman was bad, oh man!
So there we were, galloping away, and she had me bubbling pleasantly as I put my hands underneath my head.
“Nononononono!” she said, so fast that it sounded like one word. “Hold my butt, goddamn you, squeeze my buuuuuttttts!”
Well, madam had commanded so I reached out and grabbed her twins grinders in my hands hard.
“Yes, yes, yes, yesyesyesyes!!” she cried.
And it was around that time that the door opened, and my heart went cold because I did not know who had just come in.
A moment later I knew.
“Mrs. Kaklo!” I heard Bajoe scream with horror. “What are you doing, Mrs. Kaklo??”
I tried to get up, frantically scared, but Mrs. Kaklo put her hand on my chest and pushed me down, her face contorted with her heightened fervour, her eyes almost glazed as she raced toward her destination.
Again I tried to stand up.
“Don’t you dare!” she hissed fiercely, her face quite mad.
Well, put like that, there was nothing I could do, and so I relaxed.
I saw Bajoe, still naked, rearing up beside Mrs. Kaklo, weeping in distress.
“Yaw, oh, you bastard!” she screamed. “What are you doing? Stop it now! Mrs. Kaklo! Stop it, stop this atrocity, Mrs. Kaklo! Stop it! Mr. Kaklo is looking all over for you!”
Mrs. Kaklo paid no heed.
She was out of this world, and her beastly nature had taken over.
She was pounding away like a machine!
Bajoe suddenly took Mrs. Kaklo’s arm and tried to pull her off my straighter.
“Stop it!” the elderly woman snarled fiercely. “Stop it, stopitstopitstopit, Bajoe! I haven’t seen one since 1982!”
Bajoe didn’t stop it stop it stop it!
She continued to pull angrily at Mrs. Kaklo’s arm, trying to pull her off the dangler.
I almost giggled.
It was a great moment, and since I was lying flat on my back the whole thing was quite hilarious, really. Bajoe pulling and the old man fixed and pounding, and my eyes were now fixed on Bajoe’s laalala, noticing how sweet it looked.
Mrs. Kaklo got fed up with Bajoe’s antics, and her left fist swung round and sank into Bajoe’s belly with a whopping thud, and Bajoe flew backward and sat down hard on her butt, clutching her belly as pain obviously racked through her!
Oh, Mrs. Kaklo…nothing could stop her because she had not seen one since 1982 for real!
And then Mrs. Kaklo finally reached that apex and she hammered down the hill screaming…but she didn’t only scream!
Her hands smacked down on my face pam pam pam in the throes of her ecstasy, and it was quite painful feeling her drumming my face like that.
“Hey, stop it, Mrs. Kaklo!” I said, trying to dodge her hands. “Stop that nonsense right now, Mrs. Kaklo!”
She was screaming and slapping me maniacally now, and I couldn’t take it anymore.
I slapped her hands away and then she gripped one of my hands and tried to bite it. I was exploding too and out of fear of her bite I bucked her clean off my groin.
She landed on her back, still screaming, and my jism spurted out in great whorls all over her thighs!
I realized that Bajoe was running toward the door, bent double with pain, screaming her head off, calling Mr. Kaklo over and again.
I grabbed my clothes and shoes from the wardrobe and ran out of the Apple Room into the corridor!
I saw an elderly man fast approaching the door, and he was holding a sort of golf stick.
It was metallic, and as he swung it toward my head I pushed him back, and he fell away, rolling down the steps beyond awkwardly and screaming obscenities.
The elevators on my right dinged open and a couple stepped out, fully dressed.
I dived into the elevator and punched ‘G’ for the ground floor.
As it began to hurtle down I thought I heard Bajoe screaming somewhere out there on the corridor.
Anyway, I eventually got to my car, still naked, shocking some of the regular church members who hadn’t be enlightened as lighters yet, and so were still holding a fully-clothed church service downstairs.
I drove a long distance from the premises naked, and finally stopped to get dressed.
Eventually I got home, and Number 44 was entered on the DIAL LIST inside the HONEYZ folder of my PC.
It was simply:
44: MRS. KAKLO OF BLIC
You know BLIC, right. Yeah, sure, the Bare Light International Church.
It wasn’t BAJOE as I had anticipated, but that sweet, great, wonderful elderly woman called Mrs. Kaklo who hadn’t seen one since 1982.
So that brought me to the Number 45 on the List.
Yes, and that was when it all started.
That girl, and her father!
Yes, that was when it all began, dear Lord!
Inside the HONEYZ folder.
45: AKOS OF WOWO
That girl…and her wicked father….
Those two from that awful town called Wowo!
That was where it all began!
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