Southern Stars

TITLE: Southern Stars
AUTHOR: Schmootika
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: A southern fried story of a group of girlfriends traveling to visit their favorite Sith Lord.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything in the Star Wars universe. I make no money from the stories I write. If I did own it, I’d have a naked Sith Lord with me right now and would not be writing this story.


Chapter V


As Mace led an extremely drunk Martha through the halls of the Jedi temple, he stopped occasionally to look over his shoulder. He did not want to be caught with a woman in his bedchambers - especially since he had just lectured his padawan on the very same indiscretion earlier that day.

When they arrived at his chambers, he deftly opened the door and led her inside. She whirled around, wobbly, to him and said, “So, you want some of this, big daddy?” as she ran her hands up and down her lean body.

Mace raised his eyebrows and swiftly grabbed her as he hissed against her ear, “I’ve needed this for a long time.” He kissed her, gently at first until she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Their tongues intertwined as she reached down and grabbed a handful of his crotch. Letting a muffled gasp escape his lips, he ground his hardness into her hand.

As her hand travel higher, she undid his belt and heard a loud thud as it hit the floor. Moving his hands under her shirt, he lifted her arms and tossed it across the room. She smiled at him as she pulled his pants down and gasped at the size of his member that sprung into view. Mace undid the snaps on her pants and they fell to the floor around her ankles. Stepping out of her pants, she unhitched her bra and stood before him in all her glory.

As he started to wiggle out of his robe, she stopped him and grabbed his robe in a move that surprised him. She lowered it till only his arms were still in the robe. Winding the robe at his back, she gave him a look over her glasses as she said, “Now baby, I’ll show you how it’s done back in the hood.”

Mace cocked his head as he asked, “What?”

Martha’s eyes flared with passion as she replied, “Say what again,” as she pushed him against the wall.

Stunned, Mace said, “What??”

“Say what again mutha fucka. I dare ya, I double-dog dare ya,” she hissed as she pressed herself against his now trembling body.

He was quickly losing his control as she let her teeth run over his collarbone. Releasing his robes, she wrapped her arms around his waist. His robes fell into a puddle around his feet as he reached for her and ground his member against her wetness.

As she pulled his tunic off, she pushed him back, and he fell against the bed with her in tow. She landed on top of him and began to wiggle against him. Looking into his dark eyes, she lifted her body up till she was placed just above his hardness. He grabbed himself and rubbed the tip against her as she moaned and gyrated.

“Come on big daddy. Don’t keep momma waitin’,” Martha growled as she impaled herself on his long stiff member.

His eyes rolled back in his head as he enjoyed the pleasures of her flesh. It had been too long since he was nestled between the legs of a woman and he was going to enjoy every moment. The sensation of her sliding up and down, her muscles squeezing him, and the sight of her engulfing him made his head swim.

As Martha leaned over him and increased her pace, she gritted her teeth and groaned as she came. The contractions were more than he could strand and he thrust up inside her frantically as he grunted and climaxed along with her.

They lay against one another, catching their breath as Martha said, “That’s just round one baby.”

In Obi-Wan’s bedchamber a similar scene played out. Bonnie threw him against the wall as soon the door shut. Ripping off his tunic, she grabbed his hair, threw his head back, and ran her tongue across his pulse point and up to this jaw line. Groaning against her, he scrambled to pull her shirt off as she stepped back and lifted her arms.

As her perky breasts came into view, he held her shirt over her eyes as he bent down and claimed one hardened pink bud between his lips. The scruffiness of his beard tickled but also aroused her as he held her arms firmly above her head. He chuckled as she opened her mouth, searching for his soft lips. Straining and arching her back to move closer to him, he finally pulled off her shirt and wrapped his strong arms around her.

With her hands free, she moved them over his bared chest and tweaked his nipples till they were hardened nubs. Tilting her head up, she looked up into his aquamarine eyes as she planted a hot, wet kiss on his lips. Moaning against him, she let her hands roam over his body relishing the felling of his toned muscles under silken skin.

Placing both hands on his belt, she unbuckled it and let it fall to the ground as she tugged on his pants. He was soon naked except for his boots. As he sat on the bed and leaned down to pull off his boots, she stopped him, “Leave ‘em on.” His eyes sparkled as he grabbed her and threw her on the bed. Wriggling out of her jeans, Bonnie sat up as he moved toward her. The impish smile on his face and the sensuous movements of his body made her burn with desire.

His arousal was ever present as he covered her body with his. Wanting to be inside her was the only thing going though his mind. Bonnie giggled as he kissed and nipped at her neck and moved lower to her stomach.

“And what do you find so funny?” He asked as he licked her belly button.

Bonnie smirked as she sat up on her hands, “Oh nothin’ darlin’.”

Raising an eyebrow, he sat up as he gazed into her eyes. “Do you find this funny?” he asked as he slid his member against her, rubbing her wetness.

“Oh hell no! I find that, fuckable,” she said as she shimmied down the bed toward him.

With a swiftness that made her head spin, he turned her over and raised her up on all fours. Holding her hips tightly, he pushed just the tip into her as she tried to back up against him. He groaned and he pushed himself in to the hilt, making her gasp with delight. The sensations of him plunging in her and his balls slapping against her behind made her grind hard against him. He reached up and seized a handful of hair as she grunted and increased her gyrations.

Reaching over, he used his other hand to rub on her sensitive spot and Bonnie damn near went wild. It was all he could to do to hold on as her climax hit hard. Bucking wildly against him, he felt a warm wash of fluids coat him as she grunted and fell face first into the pillow.

Sliding out of her, he turned her over. She spread her legs wide as he smiled and plunged back into her. Running her hands down his chest, she dug her fingernails into his behind as she rode him.

Her gasps were almost drowned out by his grunts as he neared his own peak. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she shifted her body so he was angled to hit her sweet spot. He reached out and tugged at her hair as she felt him swell inside her. She groaned as he twisted his hands in her hair and buried his face against her neck. They came together and collapsed in a sweaty mess.

As she lay panting, she said, “Damnit! That was pretty fuckin’ good.”

“Oh really! You think you can do better?” he teased her as he ran his hands through her wet hair.

“You’re fixin’ to find out what a redneck is all about, darlin’” she grinned.

Kelly and Needa made their way back to the castle and did their best to avoid any of the staff - especially Vader. Although Kelly was quite sure her friend Renee had Vader under control, she did this just to ease Needa’s fears. Quietly walking up the large staircase, they caught a glimpse of Vader carrying Renee to another room downstairs.

“See, I told ya! He’s gonna be busy,” she said with a wink and a smile.

Holding tightly onto his hand, she led Needa to her bedroom and said, “Now, this is where the fun begins.”