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From: phoenlxarlzona@aol.com (Phoebe and Michael)
Subject: {ASSM} Gilmore Girls 1 (fdom/f, mf-teens, drugs, preg, TV-parody)
Date: Wed, 23 Oct 2002 16:10:02 -0400
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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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