The Golden Goddess of Gaydor Island Another TranWord Story By Sasha Steele sashadanka@yahoo.com
Part One
The golden Goddess lay back against the pillows on his soft padded throne. He was a perfect being.
His flawless skin was golden-bronze and completely hairless. His extremely long golden-blond hair cascaded in curled waves loosely about him. His long flowing golden color gown lay open beneath him. The Goddess's eyes were large, green, captivating. His extremely beautiful face made up in dark mascara, eye liner and eye shadow, and his full pouting lips were painted gold.
The golden Goddess adorned his beauty with jewelry of gold, dozens of finger and toe rings, bracelets, necklaces. His ears were rimmed in golden earrings. His face adorned with gold studs - lower lip, nostrils, between his arched eyebrows, and on the temples at the side of his head by his eyes.
The Goddess - Shemana - wore golden open-toe sandals with six inch high heels. The many golden straps crossed his feet to above his ankles. Impractical to walk in, but the Goddess need not walk as everything was done for him.
A troubled look on Shemana's beautiful face belied the pleasure he felt. His heavy thighs were spread apart. His magnificent erection stood perfectly straight pointing up to the heavens as he reclined. Its length a full 15 inches. The shaft very thick.
Shemana held his heavy cock away from his fat protruded gut as he dragged a soft stubby hand all the way up the long shaft. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," That felt so good. His golden fingernails were like talons, over two inches long, thick and strong. He gripped his cock. "Ssssssssssssssssss." Shemana hissed as he brought his hand back down to his fleshy pubis mound.
His smooth scrotum was like a large inflated silk purse. He felt the hot breath of an adoring subject upon it and the moisture from his mouth as he sucked his Goddess's bag. Shemana wanted to delay, but each stroke brought him closer to cumming. Soon he would loose control, his hand would then move rapidly, as his heart would beat and his breath would go.
The black virgin who knelt before the golden Goddess of Gaydor Island was the chosen one. He had contested all others and won his right of passage. His heart and his body were strong and pure. He was naked. His head hairless, as was his body. His muscles glistened in the sun. His hard black cock throbbed. It had never touch another's lips or had another's hand touched upon it. And never had it been thrust into deep warm darkness beyond another's pink ring. He, Akaila, was pure.
"Ahh, okay, ahh, open your mouth, ahh," Shemana moaned, desperation in his deep heavenly voice. Akaila tilted his head back and opened his mouth. Shemana sat up, thrusting his free hand forward to help himself do so as he had to struggled slightly against his weight.
His hand moved rapidly now. "Ahh, ahh, ahh," The Goddess took hold Akaila's bald head drawing his open mouth onto his cock. "Ahh, ahh, ahh." He gripped near the bottom of his shaft now, his hand moving faster but in a shorter motions. "Ahh, ahh, ahh."
Shemana stopped his hand moving. He placed both hands on Akaila's head pulling him down as he lifted his broad hips to thrust his cock into Akaila's throat. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" And the golden Goddess of Gaydor Island came.
End of first part