Goldie Pt. 06: GOLDIE"S AFTERLIFE

PART 6 - GOLDIE, THE MAN WITH THE GOLDEN PENIS' DEFIES DEATH

Dear Readers: There have been a few complaints that in PART 5, of the Goldie Series, our hero was seemingly executed. We all knew that Goldie was innocent. You will be delighted to know that 'The Man With the Golden Penis' survived his execution. Goldie was able to cheat death with the help of two important employees in the prison system.

You may recall that Dr. Zora Zelnick, the prison shrink, was so enamored of Goldie's golden cock, that she provided him with weekly secret tryout trysts while incarcerated. Zora did not encourage Goldie to take courses in the prison educational system, but she did help him practice inter-course every week behind the closed gray metal door of her secure office where Goldie's erection did not shrink from the opportunity to express itself.

There is an old Swahili saying written on tree bark on display in a glass case in a corner of the New York Museum of Natural History, that translates as:

"Once a woman falls in love with a prick, there is no way you can separate her from that dick."

Dr. Zora would agree!

Zora's husband, Dr. Harold Zelnick, played a dual role in Goldie's escape. Harold served the state as the masked executioner, but he also served as the official state coroner. As the executioner, he was supposed to prepare the fake lethal injection and inject it into Goldie's arm. However, instead of poison, he injected a strong narcotic. As the coroner, it was his task to examine Goldie's seemingly lifeless body and declared Goldie, the executed prisoner to be, for want of a more dignified term, stone-cold dead.

In Part 5, we learned that Dr. Zora's husband, Harold, was a most considerate partner. After the removal of his cancerous prostate, Harold realized he could no longer maintain an erection to satisfy his wife's extreme sexual needs. Zora was that rare female with a burning desire to have a penis inside her, preferably a large one, frequently.

Harold was determined to keep Zora happy, and encouraged his spouse to assuage her sexual requirements with prison cock. After sampling a large assortment of mammalian reproductive tissue from available prison inmates, she eventually found the perfect partner; Goldie's large beautiful gilt penis.

During the period that Harold was sexually impotent. Zora, a skilled psychiatrist, would carefully choose nonviolent inmates whose large organ size and long-lasting erections would meet her sexual requirements. Once Zora found these replacements for her husband's non-functioning penis, she was a joy to live with. Zora's libido was once more in full flower, no longer plagued by hormonal stress, Zora was busy baking cookies and tending her herbal garden with her cum laden vagina. Harold, being a physician, understood the gravity of her sexual and borderline nymphomania.

When Goldie arrived at the state prison, Dr. Zora took full advantage of every inch of his exceptional penis. As Zora learned of Goldie's fate, both she and Dr. Harold believed Goldie's plea of innocence.

"No man who possesses a perfectly erect golden penis could possibly tell a lie," said Zora, whose keen professional insight perceived Goldie was telling the truth. Besides her preliminary Freudian analysis, Zora sought empirical evidence of Goldie's innocence. To those ends, she asked Goldie to submit to a lie detector test, which he passed. They placed electrodes on Goldie's heart, pulses, and penis. The result of the exam showed he was absolutely truthful.

Not content to rely solely on the lie detector, Zora devised a unique system for arriving at the absolute truth. When Goldie was engaged in intercourse with the dear Doctor, his golden cock deep in Zora's pussy, the moment before they both climaxed, she'd shout at the top of her lungs,

"Did you kill Mr. Bentley?"

Goldie, totally engrossed in the act of fornication, never expecting to be interrogated at such a moment, instantly shouted back, "NO, MAM." and squirted his snowy residue inside the Doctor's vagina with resulting sperm leakage on her pudendum. Dr. Zora considered this 'shout test' to be incontestable proof of Goldie's innocence.

After myriad discussions, Zora and Harold concurred that they had a professional duty to correct this miscarriage of justice. The two spouses then con-cocked (yes, that's the right word) the following plan for Goldie's escape.

So it came to pass that Harold injected Goldie with a long-lasting narcotic instead of the Death serum. Once Goldie slumped into a near-death pose, Harold exited the room and took off his executioner's mask. Wearing his white Doctor's lab coat with his stethoscope around his neck, he returned to check for any sign of life, pulse, or heartbeat. Dr. Harold made believe that Goldie was deceased, although Goldie was still alive, and in a solemn voice, Harold stated to those in attendance,

"I declare this man to have paid with his life his debt to the State of Texas. May he rest in peace and may the almighty God have mercy on his cock, I mean his soul!"

Two prison guards placed Goldie in a body bag to be delivered to Dr. Harold, who as coroner was in charge of the state's funeral facility. Since it was Mother's Day, no funeral employees were present when Goldie, inside the body bag arrived. Dr. Harold revived Goldie and hid him in the basement of Zelnick's home.

While awaiting his escape, a plaster cast of Goldie's wonder penis was made so that Zora might have a dildo fashioned in its three-dimensional image. Goldie, after providing the model, did not let his plaster-stained erection go to waste, and he eased it into tumescence by masturbating into a towel Dr. Harold provided.

Later, a rubber penis was cast and bolted to fit a standard 'fuck machine' that Harold had purchased online at the 'Fuckaway Web Site' whose motto was, "Two's not necessarily company." Thus, Zora retired with Goldie's facsimile penis harnessed to the 'fuck machine' whose endurance satiated all her needs.

"That's a big Johnson you've got there," said Harold.

"I guess so," said Goldie, ``I'm thank'n you for saving my life. Where should I put this wet towel?"

Dr. Harold was able to secure Goldie a new identity. As Coroner, he simply failed to report the death of a prison inmate known as Clarence Snow, who had died of Covid several weeks before. Snow bore a resemblance to Goldie, although Snow's skin was darker.

Mr. Snow's ID card photo was slightly out of focus, allowing Goldie to pass as Clarence in his transition to a new life. Goldie's face and body were dyed with hair color in Zelnick's bathtub to darken his skin color. They then put Goldie on a Greyhound bus headed for Vancouver, Canada, incognito.

As you might expect, a thirty-year-old woman, seated on the bus next to Goldie, seeing the swelling of the sleeping giant, reached out of curiosity while the ex-prisoner slept. When he awoke, it did not surprise Goldie to find his cock moist in the lady's mouth. With gratitude, he let loose with a huge ejaculate that almost drowned the poor lady whose tight fist milked any remaining sperm.

A day later, Goldie arrived in Vancouver. An employee picked Goldie up at the bus station and drove him to the Senior Care facility run by Harold's brother. They trained Goldie to start his new career as an orderly.

Goldie was delighted to live in Vancouver. He had a good job and enjoyed caring for the older ladies whose occasional needs required him to upholster his magic bullet and fill their aged vaginas with the lubrication that only a healthy penis can provide.

Several years later, Goldie applied for and received Canadian citizenship. Those Readers who were upset reading of Goldie's demise are encouraged to travel to Vancouver and stop by the Creedmore Senior Rest Home, and you will see for yourself that Goldie survived and flourished. He also impregnated several of the daughters of the old widows he cared for. Both mothers and daughters had no intention of missing out on the good thing that Goldie possessed between his legs and passed him freely among themselves.

Once news of Mr. Bentley's appearance was announced, (he had been at an Overseas Veteran's Convention) the State of Texas realized it had executed an innocent man. In compensation for her loss of a son, a check for $20,000 was sent to Goldie's Mom.

Goldie continued to call his dear mother once a month, but the old lady assumed his calls originated in heaven, so she never mentioned it to anyone. If she had said he called from heaven, people would have ascribed her comments to senility. Several years later, after his mother's demise, any residual in her bank account was forwarded to her distant relative, Clarence Snow, a Canadian citizen living in Vancouver. Goldie eventually received this nest egg for his own retirement.

Dr. Zora timed her yearly trips to Vancouver to coincide with Goldie's vacation from the retirement home. God knows by the time she returned to Texas, after all the sex she had with Goldie, you could fry a steak on her hot vagina.

And so, dear Reader, we end our tale of Goldie, the Man with the Golden Penis. The moral of this tale is that no good turn goes unrewarded and a good fucking can overcome the greatest obstacles in life, at least it worked for Goldie.

T H E E N D AT LAST!