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