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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 libel."
"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...
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Chapter 2: Schoolgirl Orgy
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Rory hurriedly tugged her skirt back into place, as did
Paris just as the two adults walked into the living room.
Luckily, both parents were so preoccupied with being
polite to each other that neither noticed the physical
flush on their daughter's faces or the nervous looks they
shot at each other.
Rory quickly got up and said, "Thanks Paris, I'll see you
tomorrow," and hurried out of the room. Paris equally
worried that her mom would notice something untoward
rushed to the door urging her mother to hurry up. Within
seconds the house was quiet again and Lorelai was
standing at the door waving at mother and daughter as the
Gellars walked down the front path to their car.
Rory headed straight for the bathroom. She wanted to take
a shower, she knew that her mother would know what she'd
just done with her classmate if she saw her right now.
Stepping into the shower stall, and letting the jet of
hot water plaster her long dark hair to her head Rory
trembled in self-loathing. She had just committed a
lesbian act with Paris. She'd let Paris do the nasty with
her mouth. And even worse, she had begun to do the same
to Paris, and would have made her cum if their parents
hadn't interrupted.
But what made the whole thing even more perverted was
that she'd enjoyed every moment of it. From the first
contact of Paris' hands on her skin to the moment that
she shoved her tongue forcefully into Paris' pussy. That
though made her shiver with secret delight.
Then in the next moment Rory felt like vomiting. Her
self-disgust was overpowering and she quickly soaped up
her hair and then her body and scrubbed all the evidence
away as quickly as possible.
*
Later, as Rory lay in bed trying to find sleep; she
couldn't help the feelings that kept sprouting deep
within her. In her mind's eye she kept replaying the
vision of Paris' blonde hair cascading over her body and
legs as she sucked her clit. The sight of Paris' head
bobbing up and down over her and the feelings that her
efforts had cause her.
She didn't want to, it disgusted her even more, but Rory
couldn't help herself. She slipped a finger into her
sopping cunt and rubbed back and forth, in and out,
imagining that it was Paris' tongue.
It was funny, but when it had first happened Rory had
fantasized that Paris was really her boyfriend Dean. But
as she came closer to her orgasm the vision of Dean had
evaporated and all she could envision was Paris' blonde
head bobbing up and down, up and down...
Now a couple of hours later as she fingered herself, her
imagination would only focus on Paris. Her bobbing head,
her tanned athletic legs spread wide, her fine blonde
pubic hairs bristling against her tongue.
"Umm," Rory moaned as she quietly came on her fingers.
She bucked against her hand several times and then lay
quite.
The door opened and her mother walked in. "Hi honey,
you've been quiet this evening, what's up baby?" She
smiled down at her perfect child.
"I'm just tired mom, it's been a long day." As Rory spoke
she could still feel tiny little quakes deep between her
legs as her orgasm dissipated completely to be replaced
by a melancholy that she had never known before. She felt
lost.
"Okay sweets, see you in the morning. We'll stop by
Luke's Diner for breakfast and catch up on each other's
day, okay?"
"Sure okay. Goodnight mom." and Rory rolled over and
pulled the quilt up, ending their conversation.
*
The next day was particularly uncomfortable for Rory. She
had to go to school and face Paris. Between the time of
their lovemaking and the next morning Rory had sorted out
her feelings and her intent was to never do anything like
that again.
But as she walked up the steps of the front entrance to
Chilton Prep, who was there but Paris. She was looking at
Rory with a strange expression in her eyes, almost like
Dean's expression when he looked at her.
Rory tried to hurry by Paris but she reached out and held
her by her sweater-vest. "Hey, aren't you going to say
hi?" Paris asked. "After what we did last night, aren't
we friends now?"
Rory looked at her classmate with a sick feeling in her
gut, "No Paris. I don't want to talk about last night,
and I don't ever want you to either. What we did last
night never happened and our study sessions are over. You
do your thing and I'll do mine, okay?"
Paris' eyes hardened and she hissed under her breath, "No
it isn't okay, you little slut. You can't play with my
emotions like that and get away with it." She knotted
Rory's sweater in her fist and shook Rory violently, then
she abruptly let go and turning, marched away.
Rory stood there watching Paris' back as she stomped off.
She thought to herself that their encounter could have
been worse. She wondered how she would have felt if it
had been Paris rejecting her. She had an instance of
guilty conscious, then dismissed it and heading into the
building.
*
The school day was over and Rory was walking to the bus
stop. The twenty minute ride to Stars Hollow always
cleared her mind of the trails of the day. It was kind of
a ritual for her. But when she turned the corner and saw
Paris with her two cronies Madeline and Louise, Rory
faltered.
Paris walked up to Rory and said, "Look, we can't stop
our study sessions. I know I freaked you out last night,
but frankly, I need you as a study partner. We both want
to get into Harvard and we need each other. I'll tell you
what, we can study with Madeline and Louise so nothing
like that will ever happen again, okay?"
"Wh--what?" Rory looked at Paris in shock. Had she told
the other girls about their sexual encounter? She looked
past Paris to Madeline and Louise but neither girl seemed
particularly interested in their conversation.
Paris noticed Rory's look and said quickly, "No I haven't
told them anything, now answer me. Will you be my study
partner if we include them in the group?"
Rory hadn't expected to give in to working with Paris
again, but she thought, "What could happen? Why not? As
long as the other girls were there Paris would have to
behave herself. And besides, she needed Paris' critical
mind to offset her views on their essay assignments, it
always made them just a little better than they would
have been otherwise.
"Okay, we'll continue studying together as long as either
Madeline or Louise are always there."
"Great, you won't regret it. We'll meet tomorrow night at
Louise's house okay?"
"Sure," Rory said.
What could happen with Madeline and Louise around? She
felt confident that she could handle the situation with
Paris now, and boarded the bus that afternoon with a
renewed sense of confidence.
*
The next day, after school, the girls took a cab to
Louise's house. Rory wondered why Louise's mother hadn't
picked them up, but she was assured that everyone would
get a ride home.
When they arrived it was about 4:30 and they entered a
silent empty house. Rory turned to Louise and said, "Is
it okay to be here without your folks around?"
"Yeah, sure, why not?" Then she said, "Lets go into the
living room to study." Rory caught Louise giving Paris a
funny look. Rory didn't know what that look meant, but
for some reason her heart beat a little faster all of a
sudden.
They sat down in the living room to study, spreading out
their books. Louise and Paris went into the kitchen to
get drinks and Madeline and Rory began laying out the
work space.
As Rory was leaning over inspecting the outline for the
evening's work she felt a movement behind her. Then hands
gripped her and she was being pushed to the carpeted
floor.
"Wh--what are you doing?!" she yelled in surprise.
As she thrashed in the grip of Paris and Louise she
looked at them with rising panic. What was happening,
this was insane!
Then Paris said, "Don't worry little one, we're just
going to have some fun. Then afterwards we'll get our
studying done and all go home."
"Let me go!" Rory yelled again.
But instead of letting her go, Paris and Louise pulled
her down to the floor and dark haired Madeline came to
stand over her, hands on hips, elbows askew. "Paris tells
us that you think you're better than we are. Is that
true? Do you think you're better than us?"
Rory didn't know what to say, she tried to struggle free
from Paris and Louise but to no avail. Then Madeline
continued, "We're going to find out if you're better than
us Rory, and then we'll see." She stooped over and began
to unbutton Rory's sweater, then her blouse.
All the time this was happening Paris had her hand
clamped over Rory's mouth to stifle her cries of protest.
Rory was smaller and more delicate than the other girls
and they found it no hard task to hold her secure.
When Madeline pulled her blouse open and reached around
under the struggling girl to undo her plain cotton bra,
Rory's muffled yells turned to frustrated tears. Why were
they doing this to her, what had she ever done to them?
Then Madeline stood up again and looked down at Rory's
naked chest. "She'd got cute little tits. Not as big and
yours Louise, but then none of us are as big as you," she
smiled at her own joke.
Then to Rory's horror Madeline sat down on her, squatting
over her thighs and leaned down and started sucking on
her exposed nipples. First one then the other. Rory
fought the girl's firm grip as Madeline worked over her
breasts and nipples, sighing with contentment from time
to time.
Then Rory felt Paris release her arm but with Madeline on
top of her she couldn't get away. When she tried to beat
at Madeline with her freed arm the girl easily held it
down.
Rory yelled again when someone pulled at her uniform
skirt, it was being removed and then her panties were
being pulled down her legs. Her protests were muffled
again by Madeline's free hand, as her mouth fed hungrily
at Rory's nipples. There was nothing Rory could do to
stop them.
Her body jerked involuntarily as she felt someone push a
finger into her cunt. Rory had a fleeting realization
that the finger had slipped into her without effort. That
meant that she was wet. Then she realized with shock that
she was aroused. She didn't want to be, but she was.
Then Louise let go of her other arm and stood up. Rory
watched as she stripped off her school uniform. She knew
that she should try to fight with her freed hand but she
also knew that the effort was pointless now. The
sensations that Paris' fingers were giving her calmed her
and the thrilling feeling of being dominated by these
girls made her shiver in secret delight.
Finally Madeline stood up and began to peel her clothes
off too. Rory lay on the floor naked and panting, Paris
kneeling between her spread legs still fingering her
while the others watched.
Rory looked on helplessly as her body began to squirm in
the beginnings of an orgasm. Just as she was about to go
over the edge Paris pulled her hand away, making Rory
groaned in disappointment. She reached down between her
legs and began fingering herself, trying to finish the
job Paris had started.
Paris smirked, "See what I mean, she's as big a slut as
you Louise." Louise frowned at that, but Paris and
Madeline thought it was funny and laughed.
Just as Rory was beginning to feel her orgasm building
again Paris reached down and pulled Rory's hand away from
her throbbing pussy. "Uh, uh, girl. You're not getting
off till I say you can." Then Paris turned to Louise, "Go
get it, you know what I'm talking about."
Louise's eyes lit up and she scampered naked from the
room. Rory could her the teenager climbing the stairs and
then she looked at Paris. Her classmate stood above her
naked in a dominant stance, legs spread, hands on hips,
she looked beautiful and strong, like a Viking Queen with
her long blonde hair flying loose over her tanned
shoulders. Rory suddenly wished that she were a stronger
person, she wished that she could stand naked in front of
other girls confident and strong like Paris.
Then Louise was back and in her hand was what Rory knew
to be a life-like penis dildo. She'd never seen one, but
she had taken anatomy and had seen the male member erect
in books. It looked impossibly large, but somehow it also
looked appealing. The swollen member with its huge balls
and veiny shaft, and the black nylon straps? 'Oh my god,'
she thought to herself, 'what where they going to do with
that?'
It didn't take long for Rory to receive an answer to her
question. As she lay on the carpet prostrate, Paris
fumbled with the straps. The thing also had another shaft
on it that was meant to fit into the wearer. It wasn't
nearly as big as the penis part but it was ribbed and
about 5 inches long.
Rory watched with horrified fascination as Paris slipped
the small end into her cunt and Louise helped her close
the straps around her waist and legs. Rory still couldn't
believe it, all four of them were now naked and it looked
like Paris was going to fuck her with her strap-on while
the others watched.
Rory felt paralyzed as Paris stood over her with the big
penis shaped dildo sticking out from between her legs.
"Now little one you're gonna really get it. Now you'll
know what you've been missing from that boyfriend of
yours." She smiled down at Rory with a strange glint in
her eyes.
Before Rory could protest Madeline grabbed her legs and
Louise grabbed a fist full of hair and they twisted her
over onto her stomach with a minimum of effort.
Rory was numb with fear now as she felt Paris slide one
arm up under her stomach and pull her up onto all-fours.
Then Madeline got down on her hands and knees at Rory's
head and held her chin, forcing her to look up at her.
She gave Rory a sardonic smile and moved in close and
gently kissed her on the lips.
Just as Madeline's lips pressed against Rory's she also
felt Paris' penis dildo push into her. It couldn't have
been very deep but even just a little bit of it made Rory
feel like she was being split in two. She pulled her
mouth away from Madeline's kiss and yelled, "Stop it
Paris, it hurts, please don't," Rory began to cry in pain
and fear.
Paris only grinned and looked at Louise who was on her
back beside Rory helping to guide the dildo to its target
from underneath. Paris shoved a little harder making Rory
cry out again. Then she gripped Rory's hips with both
hands and shoved again.
Rory screamed in pain and anguish as Paris sank to the
hilt into her. All four girls stopped moving then and
waited. Rory waited for Paris to pull out, she had even
stopped breathing, she didn't want anything at that
moment other than Paris to take it out of her.
The other girls had stopped to watch the fake dick take
their classmate's virginity. All three of them remembered
the first time they'd experienced that big dick and they
knew what Rory was feeling.
Then ignoring Rory's protests Paris began to fuck her
from behind, just like she imagined that a man would.
Madeline and Louise watched Paris humping Rory for a
minute or so, then they joined in and began kissing and
touching their captive classmate. It was so much fun to
bring Rory down to their level, the superior little
princess now knew what it was like to be fucked. All
three girls were enjoying this very much.
Rory tried to get away from Paris' thrusts, she was in
pain and she was frightened by the behavior of these
girls. But she couldn't fight her way loose, all she
could do was take the abuse and hope it would stop soon.
In the back of Rory's mind there was one little spark, a
spark of perverse pleasure. The feeling of not being in
control, of being forced to do nasty things with other
girls was somehow exciting. Rory tried to ignore the
feelings that Paris' screwing was causing her, but as
Paris' belly and thighs slapped against her ass over and
over again; with each thrust Rory began to push back at
her forced lover.
Louise picked up immediately on Rory's change and she
crawled underneath her and began to finger her clit each
time Paris pulled out in preparation for another thrust.
When Madeline pulled her face to hers again and started
kissing her, Rory thought she might faint.
Rory was being fucked from behind by Paris, Louise was
massaging her clit and Madeline was sticking her tongue
down her throat. Rory didn't have a chance; she started
cumming even though she didn't want to.
Paris picked up on Rory's orgasm when her slender body
tensed and began to jerk wildly under her. She shoved the
dildo deep into Rory and the action rubbed the other end
against her clit once more, bring her over the edge too
and both girls groaned and shivered in ecstasy as they
came almost simultaneously.
Sweat poured off both girls as Paris hugged Rory's back.
She still knelt behind her lover with the dildo planted
firmly. Louise had stopped massaging Rory's clit and had
climbed out from under the two.
When Paris pulled out of Rory she thought they would let
her go. But no such luck, Madeline shoved Rory over and
climbed on top of the panting girl. Then to Rory's
amazement Madeline began to shove her cunt against Rory's
juicy, slickened crotch. Faster and faster she humped.
Rory was too exhausted to stop the other girl from
humping her mound so she just lay there and let Madeline
pinch her nipples and hump-fuck her pussy. Rory had never
even thought of such a thing before but as Madeline
continued to hump her she began to grunt each time she
thrust against her unwilling lover.
Rory looked over at Paris and Louise and watched them,
watching her as Madeline continued to hump her pussy.
Rory began to feel excited again; maybe it was the fact
that she had an audience, an obviously appreciative
audience. Whatever it was she finally moaned and wrapped
her arms around Madeline's back and began a luxurious
humping motion back at her lover.
Paris and Louise watched as Rory and Madeline got into
their rhythm. It was an amazing sight to see Madeline and
Rory lost in their own sensations and in each other's.
Paris doubted that either girl even remembered that they
had an audience. It was so erotic watching them rubbing
bodies like that and kissing like lovers.
Then Madeline groaned and pressed her crotch tightly
against Rory's. Paris and Louise could see that Rory's
pussy lips were spread open and were flame red as
Madeline ground her clit roughly against Rory's.
Then Madeline was cumming, her body jerking and shivering
like a wild beast rutting in a field. Rory just hugged
her tightly and let her lover cum.
When it was over and Madeline rolled off Rory breathing
heavily. She whispered, "Oh god, oh god that was good."
And then rolled over on her belly, placing her head on
her arm and lay quietly recovering her wits.
Rory stirred. What was happening now? She raised her head
to see who was touching her. It was Louise. All Rory
could see was Louise's bright blonde hair, actually just
the back of her head because she had climbed over the
spread-eagle girl and had moved her mouth to Rory's
pussy.
Paris commented sarcastically, "Shit, I still don't
understand why Louise likes a sloppy cunt so much, stuff
like that would really gross me out."
But Louise paid her no attention she just continued to
lick and suck at Rory's exposed pussy while Rory lay on
the carpet totally spent and submissive.
Being a healthy teenager though, it didn't take long
before Louise's enthusiastic mouth-work revived Rory and
soon the girls were in another embrace very similar to
the one Rory and Madeline had been in only minutes
before.
This time both girls came almost simultaneously. Rory had
always been secretly attracted to slutty Louise, the
blonde bimbo of the group. She of course would have never
acted upon her attraction, but under the circumstances it
was easy to respond to the feel of Louise's smooth tanned
body against hers and her wonderfully full-lips first
pressed against her pussy then her mouth.
When Louise finally rose up from Rory's spread-eagled
body and stumbled to the bathroom, Rory crawled on her
hands and knees to the couch. After a while she found the
strength and grabbed her rumpled clothes and dressed.
Rory didn't stay to study, she didn't think that any
studying would take place that evening. She used her cell
phone to call a cab and within 20-minutes she was in the
back seat of a Yellow Cab on her way home.
Her mind was ablaze. What had just happened to her? Had
she been raped? Technically that's exactly what they'd
done to her, but before it was all over she had been a
willing participant. What should she do now, how could
she face them at school tomorrow?
Rory pondered these thoughts during the ride home...
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CHAPTER 3: Finding a New Talent
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Rory had a hard time sleeping that night. Thoughts of the
orgy she'd just experienced with the 3 other girls kept
running through her mind. She had never seen other girls
completely naked before, and it had been a wonderful
feeling to be naked in front of them.
The sex they'd had was almost too good to believe. Up
till Paris forced her, Rory had only known masturbation,
and although that was good, it was nothing like the wild
abandon that she had experienced, first with Paris and
then with Paris, Madeline and Louise.
The thought of their sexual escapades made Rory blush
hotly, not from embarrassment but from remembered
pleasure. The feel of sweaty slick female skin against
her own and the dildo, oh god, that dildo was really
something. It made her think guiltily about Dean. Rory
put that thought out of her mind.
*
It was the weekend and it was totally unfair that Dean
had to work both Saturday and Sunday at the store. But he
needed the cash and jobs for teenagers didn't grow of
trees in Stars Hollow Connecticut. But Rory was still
disappointed that she would only be able to see Dean in
the evenings. She had nothing to do all day but wait for
Dean to come over after six.
Then the sound of something lightly tapping at her
bedroom window made Rory look up from her thoughts. She
got off the bed and went to the window. It was Jess! She
hadn't thought about Jess for at least a week.
Rory hurried to the front door. She knew that her mother
was working that weekend at the Inn, and Dean was at
work, so no one would see them together. She liked Jess,
he was exciting. She loved Dean, but she was attracted to
Jess.
"Hi," Jess said as Rory opened the door.
"Hi yourself," Rory returned, with a smile. "So what
brings you out here?" she asked.
"I missed you," Jess said, looking longingly at her.
With all that had happened to Rory over the past few
days, she was looking at life differently than before.
For one thing she knew what it felt like to fuck, and
that experience with Paris made her wonder if the real
thing might feel even better. Rory blushed as she thought
of Jess' naked body and his stiff penis. She had an
overpowering urge to see him naked and hard.
Rory said, "Yeah, I missed you too. But Jess if Dean
finds out that you've come to visit it could get
difficult."
Jess looked into Rory's eyes and placed a finger under
her chin tilting her face up toward his. Without saying a
word he leaned in and kissed her.
Rory was amazed at the intensity of her feelings as their
lips met. Her body shivered and she felt a tiny thrill
run through her from the tip of her head to the end of
her toes. It was almost like a mini orgasm.
Then Jess kissed her again and Rory drew him into the
house and shut the door. Without saying a word she knelt
down in front Jess like a supplicant, right there on the
hardwood floor of the entrance hall and reached for his
belt buckle.
Jess stood stock still, he couldn't believe what was
happening. Rory was acting totally out of character, but
he wasn't going to say or do anything to break the spell.
And it was like he was under a spell. He watched in a
fevered haze as Rory's delicate fingers undid his belt,
and then popped his jeans open. He almost fainted when he
felt her tugging at his pants.
The feel of being exposed to her, knowing that he must be
the first boy she'd ever seen was almost too much for
him. His dick sprang to life before their mutual gaze.
One moment it was a shivered dangly thing and the next it
was a heroic male shaft straining, full of lust and manly
pride.
Rory reached up and grasped it in her cool fingers and
watched the skin move under her touch. She pulled the
sensitive flesh of Jess' cock back and forth amazed at
the feel of it, the texture and hardness. It looked even
better than Paris' fake penis dildo, although it wasn't
as big. But what it lacked in size was enhanced by what
it was attached to.
Rory looked up at Jess' face and saw that he'd shut his
eyes and was leaning back against the door. She could
tell that he was enjoying her touch, and that only made
her want to do more.
Rory moved closer to his erect penis; she could smell his
arousal, it was a tangy smell, a pleasant smell, she sank
down on him feeling him with her lips, feeling him even
more with her tongue.
Jess jerked at the feel of her moist warm mouth engulfing
him. He stopped breathing, it was a dream, he knew that
it had to be, he wanted to pinch himself. This wasn't the
Rory he knew, but it was a Rory that was making him
crazy. She was wonderful, absolutely beautiful.
Then Rory began bobbing her head up and down. She knew
that she was doing a pretty good job of it when she felt
her lips finally come in contact with Jess' pubic bone.
She could feel him at the back of her throat, he was even
pushing into it slightly. Rory knew that she should be
gagging, she'd heard stories about oral sex, but she
wasn't gagging. It all seemed to come naturally to her.
Kneeling in front of pantless Jess on the hardwood floor
just inside the front door, Rory gave of herself,
enjoying her gift to Jess. Then suddenly she did gag,
Jess was cumming.
Rory didn't pull away, but kept sucking and swallowing.
She looked up at Jess' face and saw that he had thrown
his head back and was gritting his teeth. He looked like
he was in pain, but Rory knew he wasn't, she'd seen that
look on Paris' face when she'd cum on the other end of
her dildo while fucking her.
Then it was over. Jess gently reached down and pulled
Rory to a standing position in front of him. They kissed,
deeply and for the longest time. Rory was grateful that
Jess hadn't pulled away from her, she wondered if he
would, because she had just given him a blowjob.
But he hadn't, in fact it didn't seem to bother him at
all. Rory reasoned that it shouldn't have, since it was
his own cum, after all it had come from inside him so it
was his.
Rory's train of thought was interrupted by Jess' next
move. His hand slipped into her blouse. He'd unbuttoned a
button and had slipped his hand into her blouse without
her realizing what he was happening.
Rory began to protest, but Jess kissed her to silence,
and whispered against her lips, "I promise to do nothing
you don't want me to."
Rory looked up into his dark eyes and shivered. She
wanted him to do something to her, but she didn't know
what exactly. She knew that she shouldn't let him do what
Paris had done to her, not if she didn't want to end up
pregnant like her mother had.
Rory just stood there waiting for Jess to do whatever he
was going to do. She was powerless to deny him anything.
Jess took Rory by the hand and led her to her bedroom. He
gently pushed her to the bed. Rory obeyed is implied
commands without protest. She kept looking at his semi-
erect penis still waving in front of him. Jess had kicked
off his jeans and walked down the hall with her to her
room half naked.
He looked so nice, so strong, Rory felt weak next to his
athletic sinewy body. His maleness only served to make
her feel faint, and willing at the same time.
Then Jess was kneeling down on the carpeted floor and
began removing Rory's Levis. She wanted to tell him about
her fear, about how her mother had messed up her life
when she'd become pregnant with her 16 years ago. She
wanted to tell him that she wanted to be a good girl and
how much she didn't want to disappoint her family and
friends.
But she didn't say any of those things. She just gasped,
"Ohhhh," as Jess began to rhythmically eat her out with
his mouth. When he began to fuck her with his tongue she
writhed on the bed. And when he started to suck her clit,
nibbling it on occasion for variety, Rory moaned and let
her self go. Her body jerked once, then twice and then
over and again as a long succession of agonizing orgasmic
surges rushed over her.
Jess drew it out impossibly long with his mouth firmly
planted between her legs. Finally Rory could take no more
and begged him to stop.
She looked at him through dazed eyes as he rose from his
lying position between her legs. She could see her cunt
juice smeared all over his mouth, he smiled and she loved
him then, maybe more that Dean...
*
After they had dressed and gone into the kitchen for some
tea, Jess asked Rory to the Halloween Dance. She told him
that she'd already committed herself to go with Dean. He
didn't seem hurt by this, he only made her promise that
she'd dance with him once in a while at the party.
Then Jess kissed her, and making an excuse he left. She'd
expected him to say something about the incredible oral
sex they'd just had together, but he hadn't said a word.
Maybe that was for the best, Rory wasn't sure how she
felt about things. After all she was going with Dean. He
was a great guy and she loved him. But then why had she
just given Jess a blowjob?
Rory knew why. Jess was dangerous and unpredictable. Jess
made her excited, she never knew what was going to
happen. But she loved Dean.
*
When Dean came over at 6:15 that afternoon, Rory had
taken a shower and changed the sheets on her bed. She
tried to forget what she'd done with Jess, but every time
Dean kissed her or touched her Rory remembered what she'd
done only hours before...
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CHAPTER 4: At the Movies
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The Halloween Party was only a couple of days away now
and Rory was more confused than ever. She couldn't stop
thinking about the fantastic oral sex she'd had with
Jess, and the guilt that was eating her up over Dean.
Finally Rory came to a decision. She decided to have sex
with Dean. She'd bought birth control pills the week
before and planned on seducing Dean as soon as her two
weeks were up. She loved him and he deserved to be her
first real lover.
Dean had come over that evening and they'd gone to the
movies. They liked the movie theater because it was a
teenage hangout. For $5 you could spend hours making out
and watching other teenagers make out, it was a social
event.
Only this evening things turned out a little different
than usual. They'd arrived at the theater like normal at
7PM and they took their seats at the back of the theater
like they always did. And they kissed and snuggled just
like always.
The difference this time though, was Rory. Dean's
closeness had lit a fire in Rory that evening. Her guilt
and her new found sexual capacity combined to make her do
something she would never have done before.
She reached down and placed her hand over the fly of
Dean's pants. She squeezed gently, again and again and
felt the material of his pants fill up to tent under her
touch.
Dean hadn't said a word after Rory had touched him like
that. He'd just sat back and watched her hand moving
rhythmically squeezing and letting go, and then squeezing
and letting go.
Then Rory heard a gasp and knew that he'd cum in his
pants. She was shocked that he'd cum so fast, and
embarrassed for him because she'd made him cum too soon.
Dean looked at her, then got up and walked out of the
theater. Rory knew that he was upset with her but
couldn't understand why. If she'd only known how insecure
Dean was about his sexuality she'd have understood what
she'd done.
Rory had bruised Dean's ego by making him cum in his
pants. Any other boy might have been grateful, but not
Dean. He marched home and took a shower, threw his
clothes in the washer and sat in his room thinking about
what had happened and wondering how he'd ever face his
girlfriend again.
Rory sat in the dark theater wondering what to do about
Dean. She hadn't meant anything, she'd only wanted to
give him pleasure. Now she had alienated him, she was
miserable.
Then the next moment Jess was sitting next to her with
his hand on one breast. "So what did you do to make old
Dean march out of here like his ass was on fire?" Jess
said sarcastically.
"Don't make fun of Dean, he's just upset with me a
little," Rory said defensively.
Jess didn't say anything more, he just took Rory's head
in his hands and turned her face to him and planted a
long passionate kiss on her mouth.
Rory struggled for a moment then found that her hand had,
almost of its own accord, found Jess' fly and had opened
it. Soon she was bent over in her seat bobbing up and
down over his wonderful exposed tool.
As Jess exploded in her mouth and while she was
swallowing him up she wondered how it would feel to have
him on top of her, fucking her like a man does a woman.
She was so aroused by the thought that she didn't make a
protest when Jess pulled up the seat arm next to her and
pushed her down on her back.
She thought that he was going to return her oral favor
but when he climbed up on top of her she whimpered, "No
Jess, this is crazy, someone will see us."
Jess just covered her mouth with his and she felt the
head of his dick slip into her, and then he pushed a
little further, then pulled out and shoved in deeper. It
took no more than a few moments before the two teenagers
had forgotten where they were and were hugging each
other, thrusting back at each other in total abandon.
Rory was totally into what Jess was doing to her. His
beautiful dick was sunk in her as deep as it would go and
the feeling made her feel strangely complete. As he
thrust she wrapped her legs around his butt and thrust in
perfect rhythm until his body stiffened and she knew from
experience that he was cumming.
The feeling of Jess' body over hers, and with him shoved
into her was too much for her to stand. Before Jess was
done cum Rory came too. Her body jerked wildly impaled on
his stiff dick, he could feel her tight pussy spasming
around his shaft, it was the most wonderful feeling the
boy had ever experienced.
Then they heard clapping. Jess who was on top looked up
and saw that there were dozens of teens sitting around
them, and all of them knew what he and Rory had just
done.
Rory pushed Jess off her and with a cry of disappear she
pulled her pants back on and fled the theater. But it was
too late, they'd been seen, and by other townsfolk. The
word would be all over Stars Hollow before the sun set
tomorrow.
Rory was miserable as she walked home. She could feel
Jess' sperm oozing out of her, ice-cold against her
flesh. The sudden thought invaded her mind as she hurried
home, that she hadn't been on the pill long enough, she
had been totally stupid to let Jess fuck her. What an
idiot I've been, she thought despairingly...
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CHAPTER: 5 The Halloween Party
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Word had spread and Rory was totally mortified. Her
mother had been supportive, how could she be otherwise,
she'd done the same thing herself. Rory told her that she
was on the pill, although she couldn't bring herself to
tell her mother that she'd only been on it for a week.
Rory had promised her mother that she'd never do anything
so foolish again. Just the fact that all their friends
knew what had happened was bad enough, but the silence
from Dean was deafening.
That was the worst part, what she had done to Dean. She'd
cheated on him and in such a public way. Rory knew that
no self-respecting man would ever forgive her.
That's why she was so surprised when Dean had come by the
house the very next evening after not returning her many
calls, he'd come over to tell her that he'd thought about
things and he forgave her.
At first Rory couldn't believe her luck, but within an
hour of his forgiveness she knew that things weren't the
same between them. But she was willing to make it right
with him, and if that meant a strained relationship for a
while, then she'd bear it.
*
Halloween night finally came and Dean and Rory left the
Gilmore residence with Rory's mom warning them to be
careful. (That was another change in her life. Her mom
had never felt it necessary to warn her daughter about
commonsense things before.)
They arrived at the party at about 8 o'clock. Rory and
Dean danced and mixed with the townsfolk, but it didn't
take long before Rory was creeped-out by all the stairs.
She would have put up with it for Dean, but he hated
being the object of their pity and their gossip.
That's when Dean made a decision that would change both
of their lives forever. "Lets blow this place. I can't
stand all the looks we're getting. I know a guy who's
having a private party in Hartford and no one there will
know what happened."
Rory didn't really want to go all the way into Hartford,
but she was determined to please Dean so she agreed and
they slipped out unseen and drove the 20 minutes to the
burbs of Hartford.
Rory was a little worried when they came to a big old
rundown looking turn or the century house. It turned out
that Dean's friend was no more than an acquaintance, and
that the party was being held at a sort of college
student's crash pad. Apparently there were 7 or 8 guys
that lived there and shared the rent. But even then Rory
wasn't bothered, not until she saw Paris dancing with
Louise in the living room.
"I don't know about this," Rory said tugging at Dean's
sleeve. "I don't like the looks of this place."
"Don't be a wimp Rory, it's perfectly safe."
They stepped into the light of the open door and Dean had
a beer shoved into his hand and his acquaintance slapped
him on his back and steered him away to meet his
roommates.
Rory stood just inside the door feeling out of place. She
jumped in nervous fright at the feel of someone's hand on
her shoulder. It was Paris, she'd seen her and Dean come
in.
Paris pulled Rory to her and kissed her deeply. Rory
struggled at first but when Paris held her firmly in her
grip Rory finally accepted the kiss and even returned it.
Then she was passed to Louise and suddenly Rory had
another tongue thrust in her mouth.
Rory was a little breathless by the time Louise was done
with her. She swiped a fallen strand of hair out of her
eyes and then reached up and did the same for Louise. The
girl's beautiful bright blonde hair was disheveled, so
much so that Rory realized that she must have been up to
something.
"What have you been doing?" she asked.
"I met a couple of nice guys and showed then a good old-
fashioned Chilton welcome," she smiled.
"How can you do that? You know that sex with strange men
is dangerous." Rory said.
"We'll if my information is correct, you're the pot
calling the kettle black. I heard about you and your
lover at the movie theater. I didn't know you were that
adventurous," Louise said with a laugh.
Then Dean was by her side with a beer, "Here have a beer,
it's a micro-brew that these guys get from a friend. They
say it's got a real kick."
"I don't know Dean, you know I don't drink."
"Yeah, well, have one tonight, okay? Lets try to fit in,
alright?"
"Okay, if that's what you want," Rory took a gulp of the
bitter carbonated liquid and made a face. She'd never
liked beer and couldn't see why people drank it, but
tonight she was determined to do whatever Dean wanted.
She had a lot of making up to do.
For some reason Rory kept taking little swigs from her
beer, she hadn't intended to, but as she drank more it
tasted better. What the teenager didn't know was that
someone had slipped a ground up tab of Ecstasy into her
beer. She was getting high for the first time in her
life.
As a matter of fact many of the people at the party were
getting high, someone had slipped the drug into most of
the beers being handed out. It was someone's idea of
hosting a successful party.
In short order Rory was flying high. She looked around
for Dean, she was worried that she was too drunk and
wanted him to take her home. But Dean was nowhere to be
found.
Soon Rory was being led into a dimly lit room. It must
have been the formal dining room when the old house had
been new, she could see the faint outline of an overgrown
garden through the big dirty windows in the far wall.
Rory wasn't sure why she was being led into the room, but
she didn't have the willpower to protest.
Then a sudden vague unease filled her as she saw a couple
in a dark corner of the room having sex. No one seemed to
mind and when she sat down on an old mattress and joined
the disjointed conversation with a group of people she
soon forgot about them too.
Soon Rory was buzzing so high that she could no longer
keep track of the conversation. And when someone sat down
next to her she didn't move away which she would normally
have done to maintain her space.
That someone was Paris. Rory felt relief, at least she
knew Paris. Then Rory was lying down and Paris was on top
of her kissing her and pulling at her clothing. Rory was
too dazed to stop her and she was too out of it to
realize that there were at least a dozen strangers in the
room watching the two school girls going at it.
Rory wasn't too high to become aroused though. What Paris
was doing to her seemed familiar and she liked the
feelings her classmate was giving her. Soon she drunkenly
began to kiss Paris back letting her hands roam over her
friend's body.
Then someone was pulling at her clothes again and before
she knew it, she was on the mattress, naked with Paris on
her again. That didn't last very long though because
Paris was just as high as Rory and some guy pulled her
away and took her to a corner of the room.
Rory felt a little sick to her stomach, it might have
been the beer she thought, but at that moment she was
brought back as a naked boy climbed on top of her. She
knew what was happening but didn't know how to stop it.
Rory lay spread-eagle under the boy as he wildly fucked
her. She felt him pound her into the mattress with each
thrust, she knew she had to stop him, but all she did was
reach up and hug him to her chest and then wrapped her
legs around him and urge him on.
After he grunted and came in her he was replaced by
another boy. This one pulled her up on her hands and
knees and shoved into her from behind, now she was on the
hardwood floor. He began thrusting fast and furiously,
until he shoved really deep in her and let go, groaning
in pleasure.
Rory wanted them to stop, but she could hardly think.
Another boy mounted her like a stud horse and began to
thrust in and out of her. Rory trembled on the end of the
boy's cock as it filled 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 was she?"
Then she looked over her shoulder and her mind went numb.
Even at the moment of her own mind rending orgasm, she
realized what she was seeing.
Dean was on his knees behind Paris, thrusting in and out
of her, they were both grunting in lewd pleasure as Dean
stiffened and filled Paris with his seed. Paris pushed
back on his dick trying to milk him for all he had.
Rory knew in that instant that she had lost Dean. But
what she didn't know was that Jess' baby boy was already
growing in her womb...
End
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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