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Gilmore Girls: Trick or Treat (fdom/f, mf-teens, orgy,
drugs, reluc, preg, TV-parody)
by Phoebe (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)
*
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CHAPTER 1: The Study Session
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Rory trembled on the end of the boy's cock filling her
cunt, her hands and knees bruised by the hardwood floor.
Her small, lithe body dripped sweat onto the floor while
she grunted to the boy's thrusts from behind, her small
round breasts pulled from her body by gravity, swung back
and forth in time with his fucking motions.
She felt her body flutter as the boy began filling her
with his hot cum. She clamped down on him with her pussy,
a flush of pleasure filling her body.
Her mind rebelled: "Oh, god," she thought, "how could she
be enjoying this? What kind of whore am I?"
*
Rory felt a vague dissatisfaction. She knew there had to
be more to life than just getting good grades and
prepping for Harvard entrance exams.
Sometimes the pressure to succeed seemed too much for
her. She kept her emotions under tight control but she
was always afraid that someday she would lose it big
time. Everyone thought she had it so together, but it was
all a sham. Now that she was almost 17, she was terrified
of failing, just like her mother had before her.
Her mother had been given all the advantages, having
grown up in a well-to-do family atmosphere, going to the
best schools, with a great future before her. Her parents
had high hopes for her, expecting her to become a bright
star with a good solid career, a daughter they could be
proud of.
But it hadn't worked out that way. Their daughter
Lorelai, had met a boy and had become infatuated with
him. Finally, her dalliance with the boy had ended in a
pregnancy. She gave birth to their grand daughter Rory at
the tender age of 17.
Rory's grandparents had been devastated and humiliated by
their daughter's irresponsible actions. They had talked
about disowning her, but when Rory was born and they saw
their grand daughter for the first time they instantly
came to terms with the situation. They knew that if they
disowned their daughter they would lose their grand
daughter.
Over the years, the young girl knew nothing but love and
acceptance, but the pressure of being the apple of both
her mother and grandparent's eye. She continually strove
to keep everyone happy and proud of her, but that
desperate fear of failing grew like a tumor deep down in
her gut all the while.
Then one October evening during her 16th year of life her
fear became a reality. It had all begun innocently
enough:
She had been spending less and less time with her
boyfriend Dean. Maintaining a 4.0 average at a top-flight
preparatory school like Chilton was taking its toll on
their relationship. That's why Rory had invited Paris
Gellar, one of her classmates to be her study partner 2
nights a week.
Rory wanted to spend more time with Dean and by splitting
up the research and essay requirements with Paris; Rory
would have more free time for him.
Paris was an over achiever, but unlike Rory, Paris was
also domineering and not well liked by her classmates.
Although both girls were driven to succeed, Paris could
be scary in her single-minded pursuit of excellence.
Rory soon realized that Paris would be her best study
partner simply because she was so driven. The girls
weren't friends and could even be called rivals but they
both knew instinctively that they were each other's best
hope to out shine everyone else scholastically at
Chilton.
*
Rory lived in a small New England hamlet called Stars
Hollow, some distance outside Hartford Connecticut and
Paris had to be dropped off my her mother for their study
sessions.
It was a crisp autumn evening with a chilly tinge in the
air. A quintessential Stars Hollow evening; clear starry
night, a blaze of turning leaves rustling in the breeze,
people bundled against the night air.
Lorelai was out with friends that evening, she didn't
want to cramp her daughter's study session. And besides,
if the truth be known, she always felt a little creeped-
out by Rory's intense friend with the domineering
personality. She could not put her finger on it, but she
always felt like she wanted to either punch the girl in
the mouth, or push her up against a wall and french-kiss
her until she blacked out.
Lorelai would of course never do either, but that strange
urge every time she met the uptight teenager induced her
NOT to be around when she came over.
Rory was used to Paris and was willing to let her lead
their sessions. Rory did not actually give ground to
Paris, but she knew that they had to get along to
complete their school projects, so she was willing to be
"laid-back" about Paris' little bossy quirks.
*
The girls completed their task for the evening with
precision. All the I's were dotted and the T's crossed to
the point that they were done early. It would be almost
an hour before Paris' mother would be by to collect her
daughter.
Paris had seemed pensive that evening; she had been a
little quieter than normal and had not tried to dominate
the study session as she usually did. 'Maybe that was why
they were done early,' Rory thought with a silent
chuckle.
While waiting for Paris' mom, they talked about school
for a bit, and then to Rory's surprise Paris mentioned
Dean. She said, "Your boyfriend is really handsome Rory.
Does he ever, you know, try to uh, you know, get you to
do stuff with him?"
Rory was surprised that Paris would bring up such a
personal subject and it seemed that Paris realized that
she'd said something inappropriate because she rushed on
without waiting for Rory's rebuke, "I mean, well I just
wondered how you handled in. I've wanted to have a
boyfriend, but I just don't seem to have the time. And
besides, guys only want one thing from a girl and I don't
want to have my plans messed up by some "accident" if you
know what I mean."
Rory knew what she meant. But being sensitive about what
had happened to her mother she wondered if Paris was
referring to her mother's mess-up almost 17 years ago?
Her old anxiety flared up suddenly, almost like a tearing
animal deep in her guts. She felt light headed and a
little sick to her stomach.
Then Paris, receiving no response, went on almost
compulsively, "Um, don't you get urges when you're with a
guy as cute as Dean? I don't think I'd trust myself with
a boy that looked that nice."
Rory still didn't say a word but her face was bright red
and Paris wasn't sure if she was angry or embarrassed.
She couldn't help herself, her own insecurities made her
blunder on, "I can't afford to get pregnant, but I won't
deny myself the pleasures of human contact. You know I've
figured out the perfect answer... girls are safe, you
know, you can't get pregnant being with another girl."
Confusion reigned at first. Rory hadn't understood what
Paris meant. Then in a flash she knew what Paris meant,
her flesh began to crawl as she looked at her classmate.
Paris had implied that she had sex with girls!
Rory stared at Paris, noting her tense expression, and
for the first time she noticed Paris' soft blonde hair
and her intense blue eyes. Paris was attractive in a
rough and ready sort of way. Rory had never thought about
her classmate's looks before. But suddenly she noticed
that Paris had a well formed athletic body.
Suddenly Rory could picture Paris "with" another girl.
She was shocked.
"Paris, I don't think you should tell me anymore, I don't
think that I want to hear any more about your sex life,"
Rory said getting up from the couch and moving away from
Paris.
"No Rory, I'm not queer, I like boys, really I do. It's
just that I don't trust myself around them. I have these
urges to be dominated by men and if I ever gave into
those urges I'd lose everything I've working so hard
for."
Rory looked wide-eyed at her classmate; it was strange to
think of Paris, the indomitable bossy girl of Chilton
Prep fantasizing about being dominated by a boy. Rory
couldn't quite imagine that scene, no matter how hard she
tried.
Then Paris continued in a small voice, "I have needs you
know. I'm not dead, I see what that slut Louise does with
boys. I know she's no longer a virgin."
"You shouldn't accuse other students of sleeping around
Paris. That could be damaging, and unless you know for
certain that's liable."
"Oh, I know for certain alright. Louise told Madeline and
I all about her first time, and the many times since that
first time. Rory, I hope I can trust you... I probably
shouldn't have said anything to you."
Rory unceremoniously sat down on the couch-arm at the far
end. She was in real shock now. First Paris had admitted
that she'd committed lesbian acts, then she'd accused
Louise of being little more than a slut. This was
enormous, this was really huge!
Paris looked a little worried now, "Rory you have to keep
your mouth shut about this, otherwise I'm ruined. You
know how much I want to accomplish and this would destroy
my chances forever."
Rory sat silently, mind in turmoil. Finally she
stammered, "I--I would never tell anyone Paris. I--I
don't think anyone would believe me if I did tell."
Paris rose from the couch, coming over to Rory and took
her hand in hers. She had always been attracted to Rory's
"sleeping beauty" good-looks. She could almost imagine
Rory being dressed by little singing birds in a forest
glade. Rory's dark brown hair and brilliant blue eyes had
always fascinated Paris.
Rory tried to pull her hand free of her classmate's grip
but Paris only tightened her hold and said, "You have to
do something to prove that you'll keep quiet. I don't
want you to have this kind of power over me. I shouldn't
have said anything, but I did, and now I need you to
prove to me that you'll keep quiet."
"Paris I told you I would keep quiet and I meant it,"
Rory responded a little indignantly. She was becoming
nervous now.
Paris looked into Rory's eyes. Rory quickly became even
more uncomfortable under her classmate's intense gaze.
Then she was being pulled to her feet and against Paris'
body. Rory stood only inches from Paris now, and then she
felt arms encircle her, but she didn't move. She watched
as Paris' face came closer to hers, but she still didn't
move.
Then she closed her eyes as Paris kissed her, still
holding her tightly. Rory felt Paris' lips press against
hers, then felt Paris' tongue part her lips and force its
way against her clinched teeth. Rory still didn't move,
she didn't kiss back, but she didn't fight the girl
either.
What Paris couldn't know and would never have suspected
was that Rory was secretly enjoying their kiss. Rory had
wanted to kiss her boyfriend Dean like this so many
times, that she could hardly keep count. They had started
to do it once but the feelings that had welled up inside
her had frightened her.
The sexual arousal that Rory had experienced in the brief
encounter with Dean had only confirmed that her fear of
losing control was real. She'd pulled away from Dean
then, and never let it happen again.
But now she stood stock still and let Paris do whatever
she wanted to her. Rory was trembling with excitement as
Paris pushed her tongue further in, forcing Rory to take
her tongue against her own.
Rory felt the fire inside her grow as they passionately
frenched each other. It was obvious now that Rory was
kissing Paris back with eager fervor.
The only sounds of their sensual encounter that could be
heard were moist kissing sounds, little moans of
pleasure, heavy breathing, the soft rustling of clothing
that roving hands make when they travel with abandon.
Then Rory felt the pressure of Paris' hands on her
shoulders and she was forced down on to the couch. "No
Paris, please! We should stop this," she mumbled as Paris
sat down next to her and gently lifted the hem of her
skirt.
As the blue and gray plaid material of Rory's Chilton
uniform skirt rose higher and higher up her thighs she
moaned in despair, she knew that this was SO wrong, that
what they were doing was taboo. Deep down inside Rory
knew that she was letting Paris gain a hold over her. For
some reason she felt that she needed to give Paris this
power, to make them even again. Now they would both have
a story to tell if need be.
Rory's heart began to pound in her chest as she felt her
classmate pulling at her panties. This couldn't be
happening she thought. But at the same time she was
fantasizing that it was Dean pulling at her underwear.
She could feel hot breath on her thigh as her moist sex
was revealed. Then she jumped as Paris ran her hands with
uninhibited abandon around and across her exposed pussy.
Rory stopped breathing all together when she felt a hot
moist tongue at her entrance, 'God it's happening, it's
really happening, Paris is going to eat me!' she thought
to herself. It was so weird, but the fantasy of Dean made
it all seen okay for some reason, and it felt so
wonderful to have someone other than herself playing with
her pussy.
Incredible sensations began to rush through her exposed
body, then Paris began bobbing her face over Rory's
sensitive crotch. Rory gazed dreamily at Paris who was
diligently working away on her, her blonde hair streaming
gently over Rory's exposed thighs.
The sight of this ambitious, domineering personality,
face pressed between her legs in such a submissive pose,
giving her these wonderful sensations was too much for
Rory to take.
She gasped and her body began to jerk wildly around each
time Paris' tongue played across her sensitive pleasure
nub. Soon she was experiencing the most intense orgasm of
her life leaving her breathless and trembling, her body
rigid.
Rory came until there was nothing left but a pleasant
satisfied fatigue like no other feeling on earth. The
pleasure she had received was beyond anything ever
imagined, the freedom to experience such pleasure without
the worry of becoming pregnant was wildly liberating.
After Rory had nothing left to give, Paris stopped and
looked up at her new lover and smiled. Rory thought that
her friend looked beautiful in that moment. Her perfect
teeth shown in a wide grin, and Rory's juices were
smeared all over Paris' chin and mouth.
Suddenly for some strange reason Rory had an overpowering
urge to kiss Paris again. She reached down and pulled
Paris up her body and the two teenagers began to french-
kiss each other long and most passionately. Neither one
of the girls wanted to end their kiss, but finally Paris
pulled away and rolled over into a sitting position
beside Rory.
Rory watched Paris as she began to pull her school
uniform skirt up her tanned thighs until Rory could see
her panties. Uncertain now, Rory reached out and took
them lightly and as Paris raised her bottom from the
couch Rory tugged her friend's panties down.
Rory wasn't sure what to do next, but she knew what Paris
"wanted" her to do. It was strange because for some crazy
reason Rory really wanted to reciprocate, to make Paris
moan and shiver in ecstasy, as she had done to her. The
thought made her blood surge through her veins with a
heart pounding excitement.
Only an hour before she would never have even imagined
being in this situation, but now for some reason she
wanted it more than anything.
The sight of Paris' exposed pussy was undeniably
inviting. Rory leaned over bringing her face to within
inches of her lover's naked cunt. The little tangles of
golden hair did nothing to hide Paris' slippery slit.
Rory could smell her friend's arousal. At first she
thought she'd be grossed out but as she buried her tongue
between the folds of Paris' soft pussy-lips she
experienced an animal lust the likes of which she'd never
experienced before, not even in her dreams.
Then suddenly both girl's heard Lorelai call out as the
front door opened and closed, "Girls, I met Mrs. Gellar
outside, time to break things up it's almost 9:30." And
the women walked into the living room to greet their
daughters...
Continued in part 2...
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