03 Jun 1999



This is for Wolfine, who gave me the idea in the first place, and for

Holly, who thought I couldn't do it.  Well, Holly, did I?





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I'm sure I showed no trace of what I was actually thinking when I seized 

JarJar's tongue between my thumb and forefinger.  Obi-Wan had taken to

calling the strays I picked up "pathetic life-forms", and I have to

admit that in this case, he was correct.  JarJar was pathetic.



But he had a wonderful tongue.  I had to force myself not to caress it

as I held it.  It was muscular and firm and flexible, and I was certain

he could do wonderful things with it.



Wonderful, wonderful things.



When we were finally headed to Coruscant, I found myself finding ways to 

be close to JarJar.  Obi-Wan caught me staring longingly at the Gungun

more than once--when I should have been paying attention to something

else.  After the third time, he sighed and said "It's the tongue thing

again, isn't it?"



I blushed. "That obvious?"



"Master, you've been watching him and twitching your ass.  The other

other person you do that with is that weird tentacled guy whose name I

can't pronounce."



"Xffffzeesizzzzzzzz," I replied, absently.  "Hey!  How do you know about 

him?"



"I have sources.  You shouldn't hang out in space bars looking for kinky 

sex--those people all know me."



"How do you know about the space bars?"



Obi-Wan grinned.  "Master, I hang out in them too.  Mostly to keep you

out of trouble these days, but also because I've got a kink or two

myself."



"Really?  What?"



"That would be telling."  He stood up.  "I'll move my stuff out of our

cabin, Master.  You'll want some privacy, won't you?"



"No, Obi-Wan, that won't be necess--"



"Oh, you're going to let me watch?  Nope, that's not my kink, but good

guess." 



As he left the room, he spoke to JarJar too quietly for me to hear.



JarJar looked at me and licked his lips.



Hell.



I forgave Obi-Wan his meddling as soon as JarJar began licking my back

that night.  No, not licking: using his tongue as a massage device.

What a great tongue he has, even if he is pathetic.  And if he's clumsy, 

I want to meet a really skilled Gungun.



Once I was thoroughly relaxed, he flipped me over and wrapped his tongue 

around my cock.  One advantage of a very long, very flexible tongue--it

wrapped around almost five times and left the end free to stroke and

tease.



"Yousa feelin good?"  JarJar managed, around his tongue.



I lifted my head to look at him.  "Yes.  Do you want me to--"



"Uh-uh.  Meesa like this."



"Mmmf."  



The tip wandered close to my ass.  "Mmmmmmf!"  I said, and it smacked me 

sharply.



"Yousa like rimmin?"



"Yes."



And then he...



Oh.



I have *got* to get me a permanent Gungun.



Even Xffffzeesizzzzzzzz couldn't rim me *and* blow me at the same time.



I haven't come that hard since I was sixteen and first discovered

tongues.



As JarJar and I settled down for a cuddle, I heard Obi-Wan through the

thin walls.  "Harder, R2, spank harder!"



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The End.