Goldie Pt. 05: Man with Golden Penis

(All sex is consensual and all participants are over the age of 18. Some of the English is Texas dialectic)

PART 5: GOLDIE: THE ORGY FOURSOME, CONFESSION AND REDEMPTION

Well, time marches on, most likely on flat feet. I was hoping my lawyer could get an appeal going but that looks like a dead end, as dead as my end is going to be without an appeal.

I was looking at my golden cock last night and stupidly I spoke to it as if it were a separate entity and could hear and think. I said,

"Cock, my dear golden cock, it looks like time has just about run out for us. I won't be finding you pussy any more because I will be dead, you will be too. To think I've done something wrong that has caused your demise makes tears come to my eyes. Of course I might stroke ya a bit before tomorrow morning but unless the Governor pardons us, and there is slim chance of that happening, so we are finished; no more wanking, jerking, cuming and most of all none of that most delectable of all things on earth,?- no more puss... puss.... pussy."

I was so overcome with emotion I'd begun to stutter.

Tomorrow at 2 pm, after a last meal, they will strap me down and inject me and twenty minutes later it will all be over. In those moments before I die, I'm told my golden penis will fill with blood and stand erect for the last time while my mind will no longer be able to function and life as we know it will be no more.

I keep trying to figure out why I am here. If you read part one, you know Mr. Bentley asked me to stand in for him at his wife's birthday fucking. I did my best. She certainly was satisfied, she gave me a $20 tip. The next morning Mr. Bentley showed up at my house and asked me to drive him in his old Ford pickup truck out to highway I-10 and drop him at the truck stop, then he asked me to drive the car back to his home and leave it there. I didn't ask a lot of questions, I figured his brother, who was a long distance trucker, was meeting him there. So I did what I was told, he tipped me $10 and I headed out on the back run to drop off the truck. What the hell went wrong?

Oh yeah, his old truck stopped on its own accord out near that honky tonk on Burton Way. I know Mr. Bentley liked to go out there and drink and listen to the country music, but what I didn't know was there was not only country music out there, there was cunt.

When I got to the honky tonk the front door was barred, I knocked but when no one opened the front door, I went round back and there I saw three women, all nude in their birthday suit, except they were all wearing sunglasses. Oh yeah, one had on some short-short shorts that made her ass cheeks a real pleasure to look at when she turned round.

There they was, a' sunbathing on old canvas chairs. There was also one of those kiddy pools and a hose and when they got too hot they'd stand in the pool and one of the gals would hose the other one down.

I recognized Pamela, as one of the waitresses I'd seen before, but the two other gals were new to me. They greeted me as if they were all dressed, real natural like and Pam introduced the fat one as her sister and the other gal, Olga, who was a Russian girl, a real looker with high cheek bones and them big eyes like the photo models sometimes have, and two really beautiful big erect tits, so erect I couldn't figure out how they stood up. She must be doing them chest exercises I read about in one of them ladies magazines my Mom would read. That Russian lady was the only one hiding her pussy but show'in off most of her back side.

"Well Goldie, we is all a' sit-in here in our birthday suits, why don't you take a load of, drop your draws and keep us company. "

"I'd sure like that but I gotta take Mr. Bentley's truck on back to his place and it done run out a' gas."

"Well, why don't you just wait a bit, the postman will be by soon and he'll give ya a lift a two miles down to the A