Stuck in the Middle With Chew
Chapter 6:
A Cold Erection
Han's fingers and arm were entirely browned, delving deeper and darker into that Chewie orifice. They felt juicy, like a Capri Sun, which made Han squeal in absolute terror, as he was allergic to citrus fruits. Princess Leia and her sexual intercourse droids watched the sordid, shitty peep show before them, dribbling a little from their japs and clitties. Chewbacca purred with a vengeful tone, akin only to the most ferocious space wendigo blowjob.
"Enough of this!" Vader shouted angrily, force-circumcising the wookiee's pork soldier. Chewie cried out in pain, his furry arm coming quickly out the smuggler, which caused the cocky rogue to faint. "I am the one who must be punished. I still feel really bad about all of that behaviour I just exhibited – you know – all those sexual, little things I did to you all." He looked down, his visor fogging-up with his dark side tears and walked past them all toward a brightly lit computer panel. "It is obvious to me now – that the emperor has betrayed me – and for this I must get my revenge!" He slammed his big bollocks down onto the console, steering his Super Star Destroyer with them, while his tiny when flaccid todger helped.
The ship suddenly became vertical and was on a crash-course toward the Douche star. Emperor Palpatine's little clit smiled, and he spoke. "Do you really think that tiny ship will stop the almighty power of the Douche star?" He laughed like a domineering matron seeing a patient's tiny dick and spun around merrily, force sucking himself off. A lava waterfall of his hot spunk came wriggling down the wall like caterpillar stiffies and activated the Douche Star's shields.
Chewie collapsed from shock, landing on top of Han, and Vader, despite his best efforts of celibate intentions, took the opportunity to force-undress the pair and force-fucked them together again. Leia sat down like a mother cat who had too many kittens and not enough nipples, crossed her legs, allowing her bare, stinky feet to be seen, for the first time in her loveless life, and allowed her droid children to pathetically feed off her burger nips.
"Head for my private escape pod!" Vader ordered them all, while picking up Han and Chewie, one in each arm, over a black, latex shoulder each, and grasped their hairless, silky bottoms. They all rushed there and nearly slipped on some space spunk, which decorated the floor of the Super Star Destroyer. Vader sealed the door behind them and sat on a lubricated button, allowing it to tickle his intestines; as soon the butt-identification had been approved, the escape pod blasted out of Vader's ship and into the gaping asshole that was the galaxy.
"This escape pod has a cloaking device, which even cloaks horny energy, so he's got no way of finding us" Vader comforted the others with sexual undertones, and he stripped naked and applied sun cream to his armpits.
The Super Star Destroyer continued toward its impending doom before directly hitting the Douche Star. The resulting explosion knocked the escape pod several space miles away, like when you throw a baby over a balcony.
Next to the Douche Star, Vader's Super Star Destroyer was but a fly biting a sumo wrestler, with a chode. Palpatine pissed into his own mouth, with his force-urinate move. "That was very disappointing. What a shit end for such a great cock." He then licked his yellow lips, which were made of wrinkles and old-man smell.
Jabba watched the ship explode and jizzed onto Greedo's waiting chest; they had moved into the space slug's private chamber after it got a little weird, watching Palpatine force-fuck himself for hours. Greedo could not talk with Jabba's massive tongue down his throat, but if he could've, he would have spoken words of love. He had never felt this complete in his life and he never wanted the moment to end.
Greedo's space toes grabbed Jabba's tonsils like a cat afraid to fall from a tree, then massaged his placenta, which was still inside him, even after he had been born. After the act, they drank wine and watched some old episodes of Dad's Army.
Some episodes later, Vader's escape pod entered the atmosphere of an icy planet. Watching the craft while clutching his tight scrotum, the Wampa Ice Creature felt his blue balls of ice. He would be lying if he said he did not feel so horny in that moment, and that he did not want to just fuck anything that moved.
He then spotted a nearby Tauntaun lying in the snow and approached it like he was creeping up on a sleeping Wiggler. As he neared the animal, he noticed it was sucking off a humanoid figure. "What the fuck?" He questioned, his voice sounding exactly like Scooby-Doo's. The human then looked up as he spunked – it was Luke Skywalker. He felt embarrassed that he had been caught using his jedi mind trick to make the beast perform cunnilingus on him, so he decapitated it with his japs-eye lightsabre, to prove his innocence.
"I had no choice" He tried to convince the Wumpa Ice Creature, who, of course, believed the love of his life – Luke. The Wumpa Ice Creature then embraced him, and they made out passionately. Pink, human tongue; purple, dry Wumpa Ice Creature bell-end. "An Imperial escape pod crashed just over there." The ice demon wanked himself off and Luke licked his taints. "I guess we'll have to investigate, though I want to stay in this moment with you forever" Luke looked up at the Wumpa Ice Creature like he was his daddy and they cuddled for a little bit.
After ejaculating around three or nine times, the pair trudged toward the crashed escape pod, to search for any survivors; their bums were still sore, like after a bad curry. A sudden blaster shot rang out and they dropped to the snow-covered ground to evade it. "Who the fuck is shooting us?!" The Wumpa Ice Creature screamed, still a little horny; though they tried to hide behind a snow dune, his big boner was visible for miles.
"It wasn't aimed at us… It's attacking that Imperial escape pod" Luke noticed. "But all the rebels are long gone from this system, after the funding got stopped for that piss-play pleasure centre." He then began to suck that Wumpa Ice Cock, trying to make him ejaculate so it would finally become flaccid again.
The escape pod was smoking now, with fires appearing all over it, one of which neared the fuselage. "It's going to blow any second!" The Wumpa Ice Creature yelled, though it was unclear whether he was talking about the craft or his cock.
"You two faggots, freeze!" A stern, minutely female voice screamed like a pregnant bitch refusing to wear a face mask.
Both Luke and the Wumpa Ice Creature pissed themselves and began to lick each other's genitals before turning around and standing up. The hairy slut before them came into complete view now, sipping a space cocktail, which she poured from her pussy lips.
"Mallatobook?"