Date: Mon, 18 Jul 2005 10:12:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: sasha Steele <sashadanka@yahoo.com>
Subject: golden Goddess - six

The Golden Goddess of Gaydor Island
by Sasha Steele

Conclusion

  Torch light flickered in the temple. The golden
Goddess lay on his soft bedded alter. Shemana yawned,
his eyes grew heavy, and he drifted off to sleep.
Shemana had only slept a short while when he was
awakened by Dixx kissing him on the lips.

  Dixx had entered the temple through the passage way
from a cavern discovered below the temple and set the
silent running grav-drive speed car down next to the
alter. He was there to pick up his manwife.

  Dixx found what he had been searching for; the huge
cavern was filled with treasure. The gold of Gaydor
Island was now his. He would send a transport along
later to pick it up.

  It's about time," Trandell said. He rubbed his eyes,
yawned, stretched, then yawned again. Dixx helped him
down from the alter. Trandell was still dressed in
attire of the golden Goddess. They embraced, and
kissed once more.

  "Get me out of this fucking place," Trandell
complained. He had enough of the jungle. It had taken
a lot of persuading to get him to play the golden
Goddess for one more day, but Dixx needed the extra
time, so Trandell had relented.

  Dixx helped his beautiful fat manwife to the car.
Trandell stepped awkwardly on the 6 inch heels of his
golden sandals. The great bulk of his gargantuan
thighs swung one around the other as he stepped caused
him to jut sexily side-to-side as he walked.

  Dixx helped Trandell into the car. They lifted off,
set out through the cavern and out a new entrance that
Dixx had created in the jungle. Flying above the trees
they headed back to the space yacht.

Two years before...

  "Dixx." Dixx's viewer screen lit up to an image of
Trandell's beautiful full figure. He was lounging in
the yacht's spa, laying naked on a massage table while
attendants worked exotic oils into the soft smooth
skin of his huge ass and thighs. Trandell and his
guyrl friends had finished breakfast and were getting
ready for the beach.

  "Hi sweetheart," Dixx said. "We're just coming up on
the temple. It looks abandoned."

  "Okay, get me dressed," Trandell ordered his
servants. Then back to Dixx said, "we're heading to
beach. Miss you. See you later."

  "By sweetheart."

  They clicked off.

  While their manwives slept then ate breakfasted on
the top deck of the yacht and got ready for the beach,
Dixx, Dinka and Peenan had scoured the jungle. This
temple was the last site in the area. It was past noon
and they were hungry. Time for a break anyway. The
scooters set down and the three mantrans setup for
lunch.

  Dixx walked over to the temple. It was badly over
grown, the entrance blocked. He had to pee, clutched
his crotch. After lunch they would blast it open to
check inside the temple.

  Dixx spread his bent legs apart. Leaning forward he
placed his hands on his knees and relaxed his bladder.
Then breathed a sign of relief as the penal pouch of
his cock hose saturated. His pee burst through the
material and a twisting golden-yellow stream splashed
onto the ground. "Aaaaaaaaaaaa," Dixx signed as he
pissed through his beige uniform tights.

  Finished, Dixx rejoined his comtrans who had set up
a table and lounge chairs. The food was out and they
were pouring wine. They ate. Then relaxed to digest
before carrying on. The monitor on Dixx's scooter
buzzed.

  "You like?" Trandell asked. An attendant had just
fixed the wrap-skirt over his black bathing suit.
Trandell turned around in a circle to show Dixx.

  "I like," Dixx said. They chatted awhile then
switched off.

  They blasted the temple open. Inside was stone with
an alter, no gold. Nothing but a frieze depicting
spread thighs, a massive erect cock and radiating
lines like long flowing hair. It reminded him of
Trandell.

  Dixx thought about his manwife. God he loved him.
That's why he married him. Even though at first Dixx
thought that Trandell couldn't behave like a ladyman.
But Trandell had surprised him. When he had to,
Trandell could be a real ladyman - sophisticated, well
manured, intelligent. It was an act of course.
Trandell was really nothing more than a raunchy cock
sucker from Lower Seatran, and Dixx liked him that
way. Even liked Trandell's audacious toilet games. Why
did that turn him on so much? Dixx wondered.

  They left the temple and carried on checking the
other sites. Turned up no clues. Then flew to Cocka,
the largest village on Gaydor Island. It was the size
of a small town and even had a hotel. Dixx went to the
hotel to see Hemanuelle the company linguist.

  Hemanuelle was immortal, but not Tranword elitist.
He was a muscular, brown-skinned beauty with tight
curled shoulder length blond-streaked hair. Hemanuelle
was wearing a colorful flower patterned sun dress. His
 muscular arms and shoulders were bare, as were his
long shapely legs.

  The dress was very short and fitted snugly over his
hips, round protruding butt and the slight mounds from
the low-rise pec-cups of his white brassier with its
straps showing inside the shoulder straps of the
dress. The ridge line of his cock also bulged in the
the snug fitting dress, three inches of its white
pantied tip showing below the short hemline.

  Hemanuelle wore a lot of jewelry and heavy makeup.
On his feet were tan color multi-strap sandals with
five inch high heels. He had a matching purse slung
over his shoulder.

  Dixx met Hemanuelle in the lobby of the hotel. They
kissed. Then went outside to the patio for a drink.
"We need more information," Dixx said. He described
the frieze found at the temple and Hemanuelle filled
him in on the legend of the golden Goddess of Gaydor
island.

  Hemanuelle had been stuck on Gaydor island for a
week. "Do you have to leave so soon?" He asked when
they kissed good by. Dixx felt Hemanuelle's arousal as
they embraced. "Stay for one more drink." He kiss
Dixx. "You can come to my room." Another short peck on
the lips. "Suck my cock." Dixx felt Hemanuelle's
erection growing, as was his own. "I need to fuck
you." Hemanuelle almost begged.

  "I suppose a few minutes wouldn't hurt," Dixx said.

  By the time they entered the hotel room both were
fully erect. Hemanuelle kissed Dixx deeply,
desperately. He released his eleven inch black cock
from his panties and began to masturbate as he pressed
on Dixx's shoulders wanting him to go down on his
cock.

  Dixx obliged. He sank to knees. Hemanuelle stopped
masturbating. He grabbed Dixx by the back of his head
and shoved his hard cock in Dixx's mouth. It had been
a week. He was desperate. Hemanuelle grabbed Dixx's
head with both hands and began to undulate his hips.

  Dixx cupped his mouth open, thrust his jaw forward
and straightened his neck so that Hemanuelle could
fuck him. Hemanuelle thrust his cock deep in Dixx's
throat. His long legs were spread. His muscular hips
moved rapidly as the muscles in his big round bum
worked. Hemanuelle fucked Dixx hard. He had not fucked
his boss this aggressively before, but Hemanuelle
couldn't help himself, and Dixx didn't seem to mind.

   Hemanuelle tilted his back. His beautiful almond
shaped brown eyes were closed. His large thick-lipped
mouth was open. Hemanuelle began to climax quickly,
was going to cum. Hemanuelle stopped moving his hips.
He pressed his throbbing cock hard into Dixx's face,
and held on tight to his head pulling Dixx into
himself. "Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh,
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

  A sharp jet of hot cum shot deep down against the
back of Dixx's throat almost choking him. But Dixx did
not flinch as Hemanuelle held him there and released
wave after wave of chiz into his mouth. As his dyer
need abated Hemanuelle loosed his hold on Dixx's head.
He withdrew his cock slightly and began to slowly
undulated.

  Dixx stood. Hemanuelle reached for the erection in
his beige color cock-hose standing straight out below
the hem of Dixx's short tunic skirt. The stretchy
material of his tights was drawn in close to Dixx's
hard shaft and scrotum following their contours.

  Dixx stopped Hemanuelle's hand. "Uh uh," he said. "I
have to go, and I'm saving this for Trandell." He
kissed Hemanuelle good by and left. Dixx's hard cock
throbbed as he mounted his scooter. He took off,
closed the canopy over the cockpit and put the scooter
in maximum overdrive for the yacht.

  Meanwhile Trandell and the guyrls had gone to the
beach. They sunned themselves, played in the water,
shopped at the market, flirted, pissed their panties,
and pigged out on pizza and beer.

  Trandell was exhausted when he got back to the
yacht. He opened the monitor to call up Dixx, then got
in bed to take a nap. Trandell slept a couple hours,
waking up just as Dixx got back to the yacht. Dixx got
undressed and climbed into bed with his naked behemoth
of a manwife. Dixx lay on top of Trandell. They
snuggled and kissed while pressing their erections
together.

  Trandell spread his magnificent thighs so Dixx could
position himself between them to fuck him. Dixx lifted
Trandell's big legs holding them up in the crook of
his arms and entered him. Dixx's little belly pressed
against the bottom of Trandell's big stomach with
Trandell's massive erection crushed in between.

  Dixx trust his hard cock into Trandell's fat ass as
desperately as Hemanuelle had thrust his into Dixx's
mouth. He too came quickly to climax. Moaning when he
came,"ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," just
as Hemanuelle had done.

  "You must have missed me a lot." Trandell giggled.

  "I did." Dixx kissed him. He had a hold of his
manwife's massive erection slowly masturbating him.
Trandell lay back on the soft bed. His heavy arms
rested on the satin sheets, they were bent with his
hands laying up by his head. His beautiful green eyes
were closed. His long golden-blond hair cascaded about
him like the depiction on the frieze Dixx had found in
the temple. It gave Dixx an idea.

  "Sssssssssssss," Trandell hissed. "Mmmmmmmmmm. I
want you to jack me off," he lustfully commanded in
his deep sultry voice. "Sssssssssss. Make me cum.
Ssssssssssss."

  Dixx pressed Trandell's monster cock against his own
chest. His hand moved rapidly up and down its long
thick shaft. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," Trandell hummed. "Ooooh,
that feels so good. Ssssssssss. Make me cum." Dixx
quickened his motion. Trandell was close. "Ahh, ahh.
I'm going to cum," Trandell moaned.

  Dixx placed his mouth over the head of his manwife's
massive cock. He continued to masturbate Trandell,
bringing him to a climax. "Ahh," Trandell moaned.
"Ahh. I- I'm gonna... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Trandell came hot and heavy in his husbtran's mouth.
Dixx sucked Trandell dry. Then went to him. They
kissed, then lay there in each other's arms.

  "Do you like black cock?" Dixx asked.

  "You know I like all cock, Silly. Why?"

  "How would you feel about playing a Goddess for a
bunch of natives?"

  "Humf. I'm already a Goddess." Trandell said.

  "Yes, you are at that," Dixx said, and he kiss him.

The end