Date: Wed, 6 Jul 2005 12:25:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: sasha Steele <sashadanka@yahoo.com>
Subject: Golden Goddess - two

The Golden Goddess of Gaydor Island
by Sasha Steele

Part two - Two years earlier


  It was his beauty, his long hair (that wild
golden-blond mane), and his truly magnificent cock
that first gave Dixx the idea...

  Late last night the astral-yacht had set down in the
cove a mile off shore. It was early morning when Dixx
had to leave. He looked at Trandell as he slept curled
up in the white satin sheets sucking his thumb.

  At first Dixx thought Trandell the wrong choice.
Trandell was idle, self indulgent, conceited and
demanding. He was too fat. And his toiletry habits
audacious. Not right at all for this project and
certainly not right for him. But Dixx had fallen in
love with Trandell, and now here they were, husbtran
and manwife.

  Trandell's broad back side was to him. So beautiful
Dixx thought. He knelt on the bed, leaned over and
kissed his sleeping manwife on the side of his head.

  "Hmmm," Trandell stirred, stretched, then yawned.

  "I didn't mean to wake you sweetheart. I'm going
now." Dixx said.

  Trandell rolled over, rubbed his eyes and yawned
again. Dixx saw that Trandell was hard, tenting the
satin sheets. He wanted him. But there was no time. He
placed a hand on Trandell's fat stomach, leaned to
kissed him on the lips.

  Trandell reacted to the pressure on his gut. "Sssss,
don't press on me. I have too pee real bad," he
whined.

  They kissed. "Want me to fetch your urinal vase?"
Dixx asked.

  Trandell rolled back over. "Uh uh," he said very
sleepily. Yawned. "I'm too tired."

  Dixx lovingly patted his manwife's large backside,
got up and left. Now he too was getting an erection.
But there was no time.

  Trandell was tired, but hadn't fallen back to sleep.
Shortly after his husbtran left, Trandell decided to
relieve himself. His piss hardon, not quite a full
blown erection, stretched the peenal pouch of
Trandell's baby-blue nightie panties straight out, its
tip pressed into the soft bed.

  There was heat under the head of his huge cock, a
sure sign that Trandell couldn't hold it much longer.
Trandell liked that feeling. He savored it a while
longer then bore down putting pressure on his bladder.
The heat at the tip of Trandell's huge cock broke. A
strong stream poured onto the bed soaking through the
sheets into the mattress.

  The feel of his urine rushing through the long shaft
of Trandell's swollen cock was wonderful. "Mmmmmmmm,"
Trandell moaned, the pleasure of his release pleasing
him. Peeing his panties, and doing it in bed, made it
all the more enjoyable. When he finished taking his
piss, Trandell rolled back over and was soon fast
asleep.

  Dixx had awaken an hour earlier and got out of bed
trying not to wake his lazy lover sleeping beside him.
Trandell needed twelve hours sleep every day, and lots
of beauty rest, as he called it. Dixx relieved himself
as he showered. He did his brown hair in braid and put
on his uniform for an excursion into the wilds of the
jungle.

  Dixx's uniform consisted of a short-skirted light
brown safari blouse-dress that had short sleeves,
breast pockets and shoulder epaulets. It buttoned from
the waist line up. He wore a brown leather belt that
matched his laced ankle boots. The belt had a single
shoulder strap that crossed Dixx's chest. And the
boots had five inch chunky heels.

  Under his uniform dress, Dixx wore a white brassier.
It was plain with low rise padded cups set against his
soft pecs. The back strap did up mid way on Dixx's
slightly tapered smooth-skinned back.

  Dixx wore no panties under the beige color tights he
had on. The tights were drawn up high over his hips
and onto his belly. The stretchy material stuck into
the cleft of his round ass between his butt cheeks and
the crescent shaped fold under their overhang which
showed below the short skirt of his tunic as it failed
to cover his entire bum. The peenal pouch of his
cock-hose tights also showed below the tunic skirt,
bulging several inches down between his thick thighs.

  To complete his uniform Dixx wore a short dark brown
tie with a tie clip and a matching dark brown baret
that had his company's phallic logo on it. Dixx's
braid hung below the beret to just below his
shoulders. He wore no makeup and little jewelry. His
pretty face was soft. He had a cute little double chin
and a slight paunch. Dixx was a bit fat, though his
little tummy was nothing compaired Trandell's big gut.

  After Dixx kissed his manwife good by, he put on his
barrette, clipped a small but powerful hand weapon to
his belt, then checked himself in the mirror before
leaving. Trandell had aroused him to semi erection. He
pressed down on his cock, which stood out at an angle
below his short tunic skirt. Dixx would have liked to
masturbate. But there was no time.

  Dixx met his two excursion mates who were waiting on
deck for him, both dressed as he was. Maids served
them breakfast. Then they mounted their gravi-force
high powered flying scooters (that looked like open
egg shaped pods with wide bottoms and narrower roof
struts, and had major control panels). They took off
immediately after breakfast heading for the inner
jungles of Gaydor Island.

End of part two