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Star Wars 3, Part. 1 ? by: Hrithik Roshan Senator Padme had her lips wrapped around Anakin Skywalker's big fat cock. They had just gotten married the day before, and the first night had been something less than perfect. For the last ten years, aside from occasional tortured nightmares of his mother's enslavement, Anakin had been dreaming of nothing else than the beautiful queen of Naboo. So to have her naked on his bed, legs spread apart to show her beautiful shaved pussy, was more than the young Jedi apprentice could handle. He came before he could remove his robes, and then on his second try, he barely entered her before shooting his wad. Padme spent their wedding night still a virgin. The next day, they resolved to take it slower. Anakin woke up naked, next to his wife. He looked over her thin trim body. Her beautiful face, with its strong features, her luxurious hair, which even now she was brushing with her fingers. Her long beautiful legs, lean but muscular. But what he most loved was her fat nipples, crowning her perky breasts. They were dark and large. Anakin had barely been able to keep his concentration in the fight at the arena - he had spent half the time gazing at those nipples, sticking out through the tight white fabric. Thinking about what happened, he naturally had grown hard again. Padme looked down at his erection and smiled. "I see you're up early this morning." "Very funny, my love. But I fear that I grow too eager." "Oh, Annie," Padme laughed. "Please you don't have to speak so formally to me." Anakin looked away. "Last night was not what I had hoped for." Padme paused. "It wasn't all bad." Uncomfortably, Anakin asked, "It wasn't? You barely even experienced anything!" "But you came twice." "And then I fell asleep. It wasn't what I had imagined." Padme looked down at the floor. She was blushing slightly. "I spent the whole night masturbating. It was so sexy to me. The thought that I could get you off that easy. You must really thing I'm a sexy piece of ass, don't you?" "Of course...," said Anakin. He felt a bit flustered, something he wasn't used to. Padme looked him in the eyes. "I saw you looking at my nipples, all through the fight. Do you know how turned on I got?" Anakin laughed, "Well, your outfit looked a little damp in the crotch. I figured you were some kind of freak." Padme turned away. She tried to look offended, but it didn't take Anakin's mind-powers to tell that she was full of shit. "No, it's not that at all. I just like it to know I can be sexy, make guys want me. I've never had sex all these years, and I guess that's how I get off." "Well you're one sexy bitch, then. To be honest, I've jacked off thinking about you, hundreds of times." Anakin kissed Padme on the lips. It was true, too, and now he was living the dream. And he knew what he liked to jack off thinking about. Gently but forcefully, he pushed down on the top of Padme's head. She didn't have to be told what to do. Without hesitation, she enveloped Anakin's cock with the warm wetness of her mouth, and started sucking cock for all she was worth. Still, however enthusiastic, the blowjob was definitely amateur, it felt good, but even with his hair-trigger, Anakin wanted more. He started bucking his hips forwards and backwards into Padme's face, feeling Padme's tongue reach up and down his cock. Padme pulled back. "You're going to choke me!" she complained. "Sorry," Anakin apologized. Padme went back to her blowjob, with the same sloppy style as before. Anakin was quickly getting bored, he couldn't help it, he started bucking his hips again, fucking Padme's face, going in and out of her mouth. Padme started to draw her head back again. However, using his quick Jedi reflexes, Anakin put his hand behind her head, forcing her to stay in position. She kept pushing her head backward, but with occasional light pushes, he got her face to swing forward and backward on his cock. Padme put forth a squeal of protest, but didn't stop sucking. Soon she started moaning. Anakin was surprised. He knew it should feel good for him, but he didn't expect her to get off on it. Instead, even as he started reaching new levels of elation, she was moaning louder and louder too. He pushed down hard, slamming her head to the base of his cock. Suddenly she moaned. She arched her back and twitched, somewhat uncontrollably, although keeping the presence of mind not to bite. Anakin couldn't believe it. When Padme was Queen and now Senator, she always maintained so much control. But now she was naked and twitching in front of him, getting off on having his cock rammed down her throat. Just the thought was enough to draw him over, and his cock started twitching. He knew he was going to cum when Padme suddenly drew back her head. "No, mark me as your own, cum in my face...," she said, breathlessly. Right then Anakin shot thick ribbons of white sperm, covering Padme's innocent face with his goo. Padme winced, but kept her face still until Anakin was done. She stood up and put a finger to her face, wiping off some of the cum. Licking her finger she stared at Anakin, expectantly. "That was good," she said, with a look of desperation showing through the white cum on her face. "But I want more. Fuck me," she said. "Make me yours. Make me a woman. Do what you want with me. Use me." All pretences of romance were gone. Regardless, Anakin wasn't about to kiss or even face her when she had a face full of cum. He turned her around and briefly admired her muscular ass. He rubbed his hand over it, appraising the thin layer of baby fat, which rounded out her otherwise lean ass. She was standing straight at attention, and beneath her vagina there was a gap, which was dripping juice. He curiously observed this before being overwhelmed by the sweet smell. He stood and reached around his wife's chest, feeling her breasts from behind. They felt so perky. His dick was at full attention. He didn't need any more encouragement. He leaned her forward on the bed, pulled back his hand, and gave her a smack on the ass. "Who owns you?" he asked. "I'm your slave, master. Make me..." She didn't get a chance to finish. Greedily, Anakin stuck his dick into Padme's vagina. With only a couple of thrusts, he ripped through her hymen. "Yeah, yeah...," grunted Anakin, inanely. Padme said nothing, but her screams were growing louder and louder. Anakin realized the window was open and anybody within the royal complex would be able to hear their former princess get fucked. The thought only turned him on more. "Oh god...," said Anakin. He knew hew was on the path to cumming, but it wasn't quick enough and it was getting frustrating. He spanked his princess on the ass, liking the feel of it. He spanked her harder and harder. Padme cried in pain, but she was twitching wildly, and he knew she was in the throes of an orgasm. He kept spanking her harder and harder, making her delicate white ass look bright red. Suddenly, without warning, he came hard in her. He grabbed on the back of her hair, to make certain she didn't try to back out in the midst of his orgasm. ** Padme and Anakin continued fucking like a...well, like a teenage boy and a twenty eight year old woman who's finally lost her virginity. In private, the Senator became Anakin's submissive sex slave, and over the following weeks they did much to hone their sexual skills. However, they couldn't spend all their time fucking, and living the rest of their lives proved more difficult. Anakin wanted to continue his Force training. He knew he would have to leave Padme if he met up with Obi-Wan, and resolved to train himself, until the day Obi-Wan arrived. However, he couldn't get much done when he was always thinking about fucking Padme, and nothing much got done. Padme didn't have plans to get right back to her work with the Senate. She knew Senator Binks was competent enough to temporarily fill in for her. For now, Jamillia had been elected queen, and the job was proving very difficult for her. Padme was having some success at tutoring her. However, making public appearances with Anakin was difficult. All she could think about was him fucking her, hard. But when they tried to talk to each other, it was difficult to think of things to say. She wasn't about to complain, because the sex was so good. Still, she sometimes wanted more of a social life, and knew she would have to maintain close friendships, outside of the marriage. For that reason she invited Amelia over for dinners. As time went on, they spent nearly every dinner together, discussing affairs of state. Anakin would get home from his practice in the middle of the meal, and either head off to another room, or sit in the same room and not say anything. Amelia pretended not to notice, but it was rather rude. This was the situation on one fine day. The suns were still shining bright in the Naboo afternoon, but Anakin had grown frustrated with his practices, and came home early. When he came in, Queen Amelia and his wife were talking about tax rates, import quotas, and other matters of state that he could care less about. He took off his shoes and walked into the main house. "Oh hello Anakin," said Padme, smiling briefly and then looking back down at some papers. Frustrated, Anakin plopped down on the chair in the corner. "She's just helping me draft the new financial plan," explained Jamillia, trying to be friendly. Anakin observed her coolly. She had obviously come here straight from official duty, and was still wearing the elaborate white makeup of a queen. Her clothes and hair were impossibly elaborate, and he mused that she must keep the costume on as long as possible, re-applying all that makeup would be a real bitch. Still, underneath the pomp and decoration, Anakin could see there was quite a woman underneath. Marrying Padme had made him realize that she was all he could ever fuck. He realized it could be worse, and that Padme was definitely hot. Still, she was a somewhat slight, thin, and pale. Looking at all those curves under Jamillia's clothes were making him realize what he was missing out on, and would be missing out on for the rest of his life. She had the dark skin, straight hair, and facial features that in another time and place would have marked her as an Indian. He wondered if that would make any difference in bed. He kept looking at the meeting, somewhat bored. Jamillia and Padme occasionally glanced in his direction, and he realized he must be making them somewhat uncomfortable. He didn't really care, though. Padme interrupted his thoughts. "Why don't you leave us alone, Anakin." Anakin was surprised, but no Jedi-in-training could get off-guard for more than a moment. "It's my house," he said. "You're bothering us, Anakin. Just glaring, shouldn't you be practicing, anyway?" Anakin gave Padme his dirtiest stink eye, but Padme met his gaze without flinching, and inevitably Anakin gave in. As he went in to his other room, he was filled with hate and anger at the situation. He loved how in private, his wife was a big freak who loved being passive in sex. However, as passive as she was while fucking, she took the dominant role whenever there were others around. He knew she was just trying to make him look bad! After all, he was the Jedi, so people expected him to be in charge. She just enjoyed the power trip. Suddenly an idea came to him, and just as quickly, he acted on it. He walked into the main room, where his wife and Amelia were apparently wrapping up their discussion "I told you to wait in the main room, Annie," complained Padme, not bothering to look up at him. "Jamillia," he addressed, ignoring his wife. "I'm curious what you look like. You will take off your makeup and undo your hair." Jamillia answered in a monotone "I will take off my makeup and undo my hair." Padme's eyes opened wide. "What the hell are you doing?" she asked. "Don't complain. Just sit there and shut up." She yelled back at him. "Your mind tricks won't work on me, I'm too..." Padme didn't get a chance to finish her sentence. Anakin immediately slapped Padme, hard. She flew back, and when she got up a thin trickle of blood was coming from her mouth. Anakin regretted hitting her so hard, but at least now she was shutting up. While this was happening, Queen Jamillia had taken a pad from her packet, and wiped the makeup off her face. Anakin stared at her face, looking her over. Her face had the same earthy, sexual look that he imagined her body to have. Jamillia was looking in horror at what Anakin had done to Padme, but he continued looking her over. Her smile was healthy with full lips, and her nose had a slight hook that he found somewhat exotic. When she let down her hair to the small of her back, he noticed she was a real beauty, and even made an appreciative whistle. She was about to protest, but Anakin cut her off. "You will sit right there and shut up," he commanded. "I will sit right here and shut up." She sat there. She felt like a trapped animal. She knew something what wrong, but she knew there was nowhere she could go, nothing she could do, nothing she could say. She was a Queen of an entire planet, and now she felt as helpless as a baby. Strangely, it wasn't at all an unpleasant feeling. "You will take off your clothes," he commanded. Queen Jamillia slipped out of her elaborate ceremonial robes, saying "I will take off my clothes." "Annie...," protested Padme. Anakin turned to scowl and Padme, and held up his hand as if motioning to hit her. She lowered her head, silenced and dejected. Jamillia stood up, casually unclipped her bra and stood out of her underwear. Jamillia stood naked before Anakin. Anakin looked at her juicy thighs, her large breasts, her puffy big dark nipples, her rounded voluptuous ass. He wondered how he had even considered being committed to one skinny white woman, when there were so many choice pieces of ass to be found in the galaxy. He considered using his Jedi mind powers to make her beg for sex, but something made him realize he wouldn't need to. Without saying a word, he took the voluptuous Queen Jamillia and gently led her back, to lie down on the table, on top of the legal documents that her and Padme had been reading only minutes before. Without any encouragement, the Queen spread her legs and bent them back. Anakin looked appreciatively at how flexible he was. He was more than a bit surprised; it looked like she could wrap her legs behind her head if she so tried. Anakin looked up to her face and saw a definite 'come hither' look in her eyes. He looked back at his recent wife, wondering how she was taking the proceedings. He knew she wasn't one to run away from the truth, and knew she would still be in the room. But he hadn't expected was he saw: he wife had her right hand on her left breast, her second and third finger rubbing her nipples. She saw Anakin looking at her, but didn't turn her gaze. Something about this made Anakin love his wife so much. He stared at her the whole time, even as he loosened his robe and brought his cock out. He saw her rub her nipples more feverishly as he stuck his cock in and out of Jamillia's willing vagina. Realizing he wasn't going to last long, he grabbed Jamillia's legs together, lifting her slightly into the air, and started plowing into the Queen's wet pussy. Even as he was about to cum, he saw his wife start masturbating herself through her formal dress. Soon they came together, a broad smile on his face, and his wife reduced to her usual quivering, orgasmic self. "Please," she gasped, recovering from her orgasm, "let me." "I won't be ready for a few minutes," he said. "Don't be impatient." "No," she said. "I mean, me, with Jamillia." Anakin opened his eyes wide with surprise, but he wasn't about to complain. "Of course." With a sexual enthusiasm that surprised even her husband, Padme practically tore her clothes off, and jumped on top of the still-silent Jamillia. Anakin had ordered her to shut up, but she didn't really respond to Padme's advances. "You don't have to shut up, but you will be a horny slut who just wants to get fucked," he commanded. "I will be a horny slut who just wants to get fucked," she said. Suddenly she was much more responsive to Padme's administrations. They kissed passionately and without abandon. Anakin just stared, as they quickly progressed to rubbing and sucking each others breasts. Padme breathlessly said, "I can't believe I just watch my husband fuck you." She playfully bit at Jamillia's neck. "Oh god, I can't believe this is happening," said Queen Jamillia, somewhat inanely. At the same time, she didn't seem to be fighting the feelings. In fact, she was every bit as enthusiastic as Padme. They two women seemed to be reaching some critical mass, with their enthusiasm and passion reaching a point that their inexperienced lesbian love- making wasn't getting enough done. Anakin was so taken by what he was watching that he didn't even notice his erection growing, sticking out at the two horny women. He couldn't help but feel fear - was his wife really a lesbian, all this time? She was always enthusiastic about sex, but was she this enthusiastic? Padme gathered enough of her senses to get off the table, and kneel by the side, putting her face only inches from her friend Jamillia's sloppy cunt, still oozing with the sperm from her husband. Without hesitating, Padme buried her face in the wet, hairy muff. Anakin looked on, and between those thick, juicy thighs, he saw Padme flicking away with her tongue, obviously trying to tease the clitoris. His wife had never looked so beautiful, her eyes closed in a state of near-ecstasy. He felt a feeling he had never really felt before - jealousy. He wanted to lash out. He should be the one getting this sexual enthusiasm from his wife. He almost wish he could be the one getting his clit licked. Within a second, he was. He felt his legs up high, wrapped around Padme's head. The sensation was indescribable. Every little tease of the tongue let flow a stream of warm pleasure, up and down his body. In a split second he looked up, and saw his own body. His body had their eyes wide open, and was obviously experiencing the same shock as he was, in Jamillia's body. Jamillia was the first to protest. "I'm not in my body!" she said. Padme stopped her licking. "What?" she asked Amelia. "I'm not in my body! I'm, I'm Amelia, and now I'm in Anakin's body!" Padme stood up turned back to Anakin, now a sexy naked Indian girl, her legs still spread in front of her. With pleading eyes she looked back at Padme. "Please lick me again. I want more. I love this, I don't care if I'm a girl now." "You're my husband?" she asked, not all that incredulously. "And you're still horny, even as a girl?" asked Padme, shocked. "Yes!" yelled Anakin. "Please eat out my pussy some more." Jamillia interrupted. There was a smirk on his face. "Let me take care of this." Anakin's eyes widened as she saw Jamillia's still erect cock jutting out at her. Still she didn't complain. As Jamillia moved forward and pulled the naked Padme out of the way, Anakin even opened her legs wider, to accommodate the big cock. Jamillia was obviously more experienced a lover than either Padme or Anakin, and even in the new body, showed superior technique. He raised one of Anakin's legs and turned her halfway to the side, than started ramming her fairly hard. Padme was talking incessantly the whole time this was happening. It was just stupid stuff, really, like, "Did he do this on purpose? He must have used the Force," or "I can't believe that's my husband in that sexy little body, getting fucked by my best friend." Anakin and Jamillia were ignoring her the whole time, and after a couple of minute they switched positions, with Jamillia on his back, and Anakin riding her on top. Padme looked on entranced at the natural rhythms of Anakin's hips, as they buckled and swayed forward against Jamillia's immense cock. He was obviously a quick learner, and her pelvis swayed with rhythms and counter-rhythms that were too complex to be anything but primal. It was so erotic. She leaned forward and kissed Anakin, who kissed back, with a desperate need, at the same time reaching her hand around Padme and fingering her long hair. She felt Jamillia move up her hand, to fondly her breast, while the other hand fondled Anakin's larger breast. It was more than she could take. She orgasmed, falling down from the intensity of her seizures. ** Anakin, Padme, and Jamillia were fully dressed around the table, although Anakin was without the elaborate make-up and decoration that marked one as a queen. Padme, always authorative in public, began the conversation. "So you used your Force Powers to change bodies with Jamillia, is that right?" she asked Anakin. "I don't know," answered Anakin, frustrated. "I must have, but I don't know how I did it." "Do you know how to change back?" asked Jamillia. "No," replied Anakin. "I have no idea. I've never heard of a power like this." "Well, do you still have your powers?" asked Padme. "Yes. I still have full control of my powers. Except...well, I'm still really horny, and I can't seem to get rid of that." "Well, you wouldn't have impulses so strong, if you hadn't implanted them in me." She didn't seem angry. Padme continued, ignoring them. "The natural response would be to call the Jedi Knights on the Holonet, and ask their assistance. However, all off world connections are currently down." "They are? Since when?" asked Jamillia. There were back-ups upon back- ups to the system, and Holograms not working could only mean serious problems to the Empire. "Since, well, sometime after our orgy began." She blushed. "Given current events, we have to assume that the Republic's infrastructure has been racked by civil war. We'll have to send you to the planet of Coruscant." "So the Jedi Council can laugh at me?" asked Anakin, "No thanks." "But we have no choice but to - ," started Padme, but Jamillia interrupted her. "In times such as these, the queen of Jamillia, their senator, and their lone protectorate knight, can not be allowed to leave the planet." "But - ," protested Padme. Jamillia, in Anakin's commanding body continued. "I'm the queen of this planet, Senator, don't forget. The Jedi Knights will come to us. Until then, I'm sure we can make do. Anakin can perform my duties as queen, and the two of us can prepare him to act - and look - the part. Do you have any problems with this, Anakin?" Anakin didn't respond. Again, he wondered why he ever bothered with these strong-willed women. ** Several weeks later, Anakin came home. His face was painted white, although it was slightly smudged. The center of his bottom lip was painted red, and there was an elaborate gold-alloy chain between his kohled earring and the large ring on his nose. With green robes that loosely resembled a kimono, he perfectly looked the part of planetary queen. When he walked in the door, Jamillia gave out a healthy "How did it go?" to him. Today had been the day of a private meeting with Django, leader of the opposition party. They were hoping to iron out their differences on the recently proposed budget. Padme didn't say anything, because she was on her knees giving a blowjob. The last several weeks, with Jamillia as tutor, had greatly improved her sexual skills. If he wasn't so used to seeing it, Anakin would have been extremely surprised at the practiced succession of kissing, sucking, deep-throating, and licking, all the while as she played with her own nipples. She was giving oral sex nice and slow, and she knew that was the way Jamillia liked it. "Well the conference was kind of boring. Django felt I was giving too many concessions to the 'aborigines' of the planet. Some of the programs I kept, but some I got rid of." "It that all?" asked Jamillia, teasingly. "Just manners of state?" "Well not really..." Anakin giggled, somewhat girlishly. He heard Padme moan, lightly. "What'd you do?" asked Jamillia. "Well, you know, halfway through the conference I started getting horny...," she giggled, again. "And in his fussy way, Django is so attractive, all concerned about the details." "Django?" asked Jamillia, trying to sound shocked. "Yep," said Anakin. "I walked next to him, all austere-like, trying to look the part of the Virgin Queen. That shit goes over so well. As I walked up to him, I noticed that he had his eyes on my big ass." "So you fucked him right there?" Padme snorted a laugh. "Not quite. I teased him about it a little. You know. I sat next to him and conspicuously stared at his erection, pretending I wasn't noticing, the whole time I was talking about the budget." Jamillia laughed. "Django must have been sweating bullets." He reached down and patted the top of Padme's head. "To say the least. I held out as long as possible. And of course it's hard underneath all these damned robes, but I tried to position the fabric just right, or hold it taut against me, to show off my body. Even through the robes, I'm certain my fat nipples were poking out," Anakin paused, cleared her throat, and continued. "So remember, the whole time I'm doing this, we're talking to each other about the budget. I'm getting bored, and hornier and hornier the whole time. So out of nowhere, I say 'You will get naked right now.'" "You tried mind-control on Django?" asked Jamillia, incredulously. Even Padme had backed off Jamillia's cock and faced Anakin. "He's much stronger-willed than me." "I guess...," said Anakin, who clearly didn't like being lectured to. "But some of his proposals were so clearly wrong-headed, I wasn't sure. Anyway, you're right, the mind-control powers didn't work. But they didn't need to, and he immediately took off his clothes anyway. He was pretty worked up." "He got naked, right there in the royal palace?" asked Jamillia. Anakin giggled girlishly. "Right there in front of the guards. When I see he's naked I get on my knees in front of him, and give his cock a kiss, right at the tip. He says he doesn't like that, it'd look suspicious to his wife to have all that face paint, but that he's wanted to fuck me for a long time. So of course I'm not going to disagree." "I didn't bother wearing underwear today, so I merely faced the chair I had been sitting on, lifted my robes, leaned over, and stuck my fat brown ass out at Django." At this, Jamillia and Anakin both turned to look at Padme. She moaned loudly. It was obvious how much hearing this story was turning her on. "He pulled up behind me and grabbed my fat thighs by the side. Without hesitating, he stuck his long, thin cock in my pussy." "Was it good?" asked Jamillia, ignoring the racket Padme was making. "Yes!" replied Anakin, enthusiastically. "Not the best I've ever had, but he had some desperate enthusiasm. Maybe I'm the first good piece of ass he's had, in a long time." "The rumor is his wife's a dyke," said Jamillia. "I've heard that too - I'll have to find out sometime. Anyway I'm going full on into the act. I'm yelling and shouting, telling him that he owns me, telling him how big his cock is, and just being loud as all hell. One of the guards steps in and tells me - get this - they could hear me on the street, and I need to be quiet." Padme moaned at the news, but kept going. Jamillia just rolled her eyes. "I'm going to get the worst reputation. I'm glad you mind- controlled me, made me so I don't care." "Yeah," Anakin laughed. "Well him telling me that just got me into the act even more. I was getting louder and louder. Then another one of the guardsmen - I don't think I'd seen him before, but I could be wrong - came up to the two of us. I'm sure Django was surprised, but he wasn't about to stop. Without hesitating, he unzipped his pants and stuck his cock in my face." "I couldn't believe it! The gall! To his queen! But something about it was so sexy. I hungrily reached for the cock and motioned it into my mouth. I really must have been a sight, all that elaborate makeup and jewelry, and I'm letting some anonymous guardsmen fuck my face. But I guess it did get me to shut up." At this point, Padme collapsed in a heap at Jamillia's feet. Her body quivered, orgasmically. Jamillia put his hand on his fully-erect cock and listened in to Anakin's story, all the while stroking away. "So they're really getting a motion going. I back into the cock of Django, and then get pulled forward into the guardsmen's cock. We keep going at it for a couple minutes, when Django starts pulling at my hips faster and faster, and it's obvious he's going to cum." "So naturally I'm also going into the guardsman's cock faster and faster, and while Django's cock is starting to feel really good, I'm still making the effort to rub his cock with my tongue full blast, provide some resistance. I feel like a whore but it pays off. I notice Django twitch and cum inside of me. Those last few powerful strokes are enough to set me off, and I start cumming. Let me tell you, that was one powerful orgasm. I lost control of my mind and started using force powers, just by accident. Tables rattled and shook, and a droid even got tossed twenty feet in the air, nearly getting demolished as it fell back to Earth. The guardsmen got a little spooked but I think they're used to it by now. Then as I'm cumming, I feel the guardsman shoot off inside my mouth. I stop, freeze, and suck in the cum, swallowing every last drop." Anakin smiled, and amusedly watch Jamillia stroking hard at his cock. It was obvious he was about to cum. At his feet, Padme was still quivering, having one of her amazing two-minute orgasms. "So we've all cum, and it's just amazing, three of us at the same time like that. But Django and the guard are just looking at me desperately, with a 'what have we done?' look." She waited for a response from Jamillia, but didn't get one. "I guess I felt some of that too, but once I had gathered my wits I just screamed 'two more guards, please!'" At that moment, listening to the story, Jamillia was thrown over the edge, and started to cum, white ribbons of sperm falling all over Padme's naked body. ** It evolved into a regular pattern. Anakin, still in Queen Jamillia's body, loved nothing more than to get fucked in a series of constant anonymous sexual encounters. She got very little practice done with the Force. Jamillia and Padme sat around the house, fucking each other or Anakin, or sometimes masturbating, but mostly just sat staring out the window or lying in bed. Little did they know what was about to befall their little planet... END PART 1