Rub it

“Wellen yousa milken da thingy dere wit yousa hand and get dat stuff out. Grabben it at da bottom and yousa gotta squeezen and moven it up and down.”

Amidala knelt next to the bench and reached out and gently touched Jar Jar’s stiff member. The skin was soft and warm. She lightly ran her fingers over the shaft. Jar Jar shuddered with pleasure.

“I’m sorry. I know that must be uncomfortable.”

“Thasa doin gud. Just keep doin what needs doin and mesa feel mooie bettah.”

Amidala continued to run her fingers lightly over his penis enjoying feeling its texture. She then lightly put one hand around the base and gently started to move her hand up and down the shaft.

“Squeezen da thingy harder and moven yousa hands faster.”

Amidala complied with his command. She felt her nipples harden and a tingling start at the juncture of her thighs as she continued ministering to Jar Jar’s needs. She knew she should stop but her curiosity and adolescent desires pushed her to continue this forbidden game.

Jar Jar lay back as he enjoyed the novel sensations of someone else giving him pleasure. From time to time he would utter a groan.

After stroking for a while, Amidala commented, “I’m afraid I’ve not been able to end your discomfort with my efforts. If anything, I’ve made things worse because your member is even more swollen than before. This manual therapy does not seem to having the desired effect. What else can I do?”