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Stars Hollow: Forbidden Scenes Ch. 01

By: sex4every1



Lorelei knocks on Rory's door and says:"Pizza's here!" as she walks towards the front door.

Moments later Rory and Paris come out, still debating their college project. Rory pauses the conversation and says:"I'll be right back." About fifteen seconds later she comes back, carrying two large pizza boxes and says:"Mom said to start without her, she's tipping the delivery guy!"

Out of the blue, Paris reaches in her jeans pocket and says:"I'll chip in!" and hurries towards the front door.

Rory tries to stop her, yelling:"Paris, NO!" as she sprints after her for a few steps, until she realizes it's too late; she leans against the cupboard closest to the hall, nervously fidgeting with the pizza boxes while she waits for Paris' inevitable return.

About ten seconds later, Paris walks back into the kitchen, clearly distraught; she looks up at Rory, speechless for a few seconds, then blurts out:"Your mom is on her knees, sucking the delivery boy!"

Rory, trying to calm her down:"It's okay Paris, we do that every time!"

Paris, getting over the initial shock and returning to her old self:"WE? So, apparently this is the standard way of tipping at the Gilmore residence... haven't you guys ever tried some loose change or if you're really pleased with the speed of the delivery, a five dollar bill, instead of resorting to oral servicing?"

Rory:"Servicing? My god, Paris!" as she continues opening the pizza boxes.

Paris:"Seriously, that shocked you? Your mom is blowing the delivery guy on your doorstep, but me using the word servicing shocks you?!"

Rory:"Paris, calm down. We're all adults here... unless you've got some sort of problem with sucking off a nice hard dick?"

Paris, defensive:"Hey, I'll have you know, I suck some mean dick; you can ask Doyle if you don't believe me, but that's not the point; I don't have a problem with sucking cock as a general activity, but more so the act of handing out blowjobs to random strangers in exchange for doing their minimum wage, dead-end jobs... it's not only promiscuous, it's also bad economics!"

Rory:"Jeez Paris, you're putting too much thought into this; it's just a blowjob, not a career choice!"

Paris: "Unbelievable, this is exactly the kind of talk I would expect to hear from floozies like Madeline and Louise, but certainly not from you Gilmore... but now at least I know where the Gilmore's legendary ineptitude in the kitchen comes from: why learn to cook when every meal comes with a little extra!"

Rory, irritated and unwilling to continue debating the issue:"Well, our secret's out, so let's just eat okay?"

Both Rory and Paris grab a slice of pizza and take a step away from the table in opposite directions, keeping to themselves for the next minute or so, until Lorelei walks into the kitchen, licking her lips and smiling widely.

Paris looks at her and asks, shocked:"Oh my god, you swallowed it didn't you?"

Lorelei, confused, turns to Rory for an explanation. 

Rory:"She saw you... tipping the pizza guy." as points towards her own lips, causing Lorelei to lick at her lips in approximately the same location near her own lips; when her tongue finds another smidgen of cum, she quickly scoops it up with her tongue, causing Paris to gawk in disgust and disbelief.

Paris, looking at Lorelei:"Yes, I wanted to chip in, can you believe it... but to be honest: I have yet to come across any pizza – or any other consumer product for that matter - that would merit such a charitable tip!"

As neither Lorelei nor Rory knows how to react to Paris' comment, there's an awkward silence for a few minutes, during which all three of them just stand around the table, wolfing down slices of pizza.

Then the doorbell rings again..

Rory:"That'll be the Chinese food; I've got this one, mom!" as she walks into the hall very determined.

Paris, turning to follow Rory:"You're kidding me right?"

Lorelei:"We always order different kinds of food Paris, you know that."

"I am not talking about the food, you nincompoop!" Paris says as she follows Rory into the hall and asks:"You're not seriously thinking of doing what I think you're thinking of doing, are you?"

Lorelei, alone in the kitchen now, takes another slice of pizza and giggles, whispering to herself:"Nincompoop."

Rory, ignoring Paris - although she's only a few paces behind her - walks into the living room, turns the corner and opens the front door, letting the delivery guy in. Paris – hearing the front door open - stops and nervously looks around, not knowing whether to go back or forth.

The guy hands Rory a large brown paper bag and says:"13,50 please."

Rory takes some money out of her jeans pocket and asks:"Usual tip?"

The delivery guy's face lightens up as he says:"Hell yeah!" and turns to close the door behind him. By the time he turns around again, Rory is on her knees and reaching for his buckle.

Meanwhile Paris strolls into the living room as casually as she knows how.

"It's Sean, isn't it?" Rory asks, as she looks up, unzipping his trousers.

The guy nods, staring down at her as she reaches in his pants and takes out his growing cock.

Rory:"Well, Sean, thank you for the speedy delivery." as she loosely closes her fist around his cock, jerks it a few times and then puts it in her eager mouth. While Rory's head is bobbing up and down Sean's big shaft, Paris awkwardly paces around the living room, looking at the furniture and some magazines scattered across the table, while keeping a constant eye on her friend and the delivery guy.

About a minute later, Lorelei walks down the hall and sneaks into the hallway, trying to steal the brown paper bag without being seen... a feasible outcome, considering that both Rory and the delivery guy have their eyes closed. Unfortunately, she forgot to take into consideration the wrinkling noise of the paper bag...

Startled, Sean opens his eyes and after recognizing Lorelei from previous encounters, smiles at her. Rory, irritated by the interruption, lets his cock slip out her mouth and uses her hand to jerk him off, while looking up and shooting an angry look at her mom.

Lorelei:"Don't mind me, I'm just here for the food!"

Instead of turning towards the hall, she changes her mind at the last moment, smiles and says:"Unless you need a hand with that, Rory."

Rory, who was just about gobble up his cock again, looks up at her mom - even more annoyed than before - not realizing that her mom's comment has set Sean off; while he lets out a deep roar, his cock shudders and shoots out large jets of cum onto Rory's right cheek and neckline.

Taken completely by surprise, Rory can do nothing but clench her eyes shut and keep her face turned sideways to avoid getting a full fledged facial; although she is not happy with the situation, she knows that this isn't Sean's fault and so she keeps jerking his throbbing rod - even harder and faster than before - pumping his cum all over the right side of her face.

With Lorelei blocking her line of sight, Paris - unable to contain her curiosity – moves in closer and closer, trying to get a peek at Rory; when Sean's balls are empty, Lorelei turns to leave and bumps into Paris, who's standing right next to her by now, gawking at the scene.

Lorelei:"God, Paris... you shouldn't sneak up on people like that!"

As her eyes wander over Paris' body for a second, they stop at her chest as she asks:"A little cold, Paris?"

Realizing that her hard nipples are poking through her sweater, Paris crosses her arms and says:"I am not turned on, if that's what you're implying."

Smiling widely, Lorelei walks towards the kitchen as Paris turns to Rory, who is just getting up. As he zips up his pants, Sean looks at poor Rory and whispers:"Look, I am sorry, you're mom was just..." 

Rory:"This wasn't your fault... don't worry about it."

As Sean walks out the door, Rory turns towards Paris - who only now realizes just how much cum her friend pumped out of Sean's dick; the right half of her face, neckline as well as her ear is drenched; big globs of cum are sliding down onto her dark green sweater, completely covering the outline of her right boob.

Due to the shock, Paris unconsciously lowers her arms a little bit; just enough for Rory to notice her rock hard nipples piercing through her sweater; glancing down at them, Rory smiles and says:"Careful where you point those things Paris!"

Paris quickly moves her arms to cover them up again and follows Rory towards the kitchen, saying:"Jeez, for a couple of promiscuous trollops you Gilmore girls sure make a big deal out of erect nipples... fine so, so I am turned on, so what?"

In the kitchen, Lorelei is unpacking the brown paper bag and arranging the Chinese food on the kitchen table.

When she sees Rory entering the kitchen, she fights a smile and says:"Rory, be sure to wash your hands before coming to the table."

Rory takes a tissue from the box of tissues on the kitchen counter and uses it to wipe an insignificant amount of cum off of her face before taking a second one and replying:"Very funny!"

Paris enters the kitchen, looks at Rory and at the box of tissues she's using and says:"Are you kidding me with those? You need a shower, a skin peeling and a change of clothes!"

Lorelei:"Come on Paris, it's just a little bit of cum."

Paris:"By no measuring standard, known to the Western world, can that be construed as a little bit of cum; look at her, she's completely drenched!"

Lorelei:"Fine, so it's a lot of cum, but believe me she's looked worse..."

Rory:"Mom!" as she grabs another tissue.

Paris, looking at Rory, notices, that despite this being her fifth tissue, Rory is not making much progress in cleaning herself up; so, with her patience wearing thin, she yanks the box of tissues out of her hands and says:"Will you stop with the tissues already... none of us are getting any younger, you know!"

Paris reaches out and grabs - what she believes to be - a kitchen towel, but when she notices how small it actually is, she turns to Lorelei, holding up the small cloth and asks:"Are you guys leprechauns, don't you have a normal size towel?"

Lorelei:"That's a guest towel Paris."

Paris:"Guest towel? I've blown my nose in bigger tissues than that!"

Lorelei:"Hang on, I've got some normal towels here somewhere."

As she glances over the cupboard one at a time, she says:"If I were a kitchen towel, where would I be?"

Paris, losing the little patience she's got left, takes off her sweater and says:"Never mind, we don't have time to go on an expedition into the wasteland that you call a kitchen: I would like to eat somewhere today."

Lorelei:"Hey, my kitchen is not a wasteland!"

Paris throws her sweater at Rory and readjust the straps of her grey halter top to overlap the straps of her black bra, then turns towards Lorelei and says:"Really? Last time, when I was here and asked for a clean plate, you went out and bought a pack of paper plates."

Lorelei:"That's because the dish washer was broken."

Rory, scooping cum from her blouse with Paris' sweater:"We don't have a dish washer."

Lorelei turns to Rory and says:"Et tu, Brute?"

Paris walks over to the fridge, opens it and steps back, showing Rory and Lorelei the nearly empty fridge, except for half a bottle of diet soda and a pizza box and says:"If this were a western movie, tumbleweed would rolling out to hint at the massive emptiness inside."

Lorelei:"Fine, you've made your point... maybe we're not the most kitchen-minded people."

Paris:"That's like saying Ted Bundy was not a very nice guy!"

Lorelei:"Jeez Paris, what is your problem?"

Paris:"Nothing, I am just waiting for miss bukkake over here to get cleaned up, so we can all eat!"

Rory, as she cleans up the last residues of cum and throws Paris' sweater on the ground:"No seriously Paris, you're acting very aggressive, even more so than usual; with you it's usually one of two things: hunger, which is unlikely considering the fact that you've already devoured five slices of pizza or..."

Lorelei sits down and asks:"Or?"

Rory, sitting down opposite from her mother:"I think someone is horny and frustrated!"

Paris, sitting down in between them:"Hey, I am not frustrated!"

Lorelei:"Hah, but you are horny?"

Paris looks down at her rock hard nipples - obscenely sticking through her grey halter top - and, using her thumbs and index fingers, squeezes them, thereby gently shaking her breasts up and down and asks, looking up at Lorelei:"What, these weren't enough to deduce my current state of mind?"

Rory smiles and asks:"Doyle not getting the job done?"

Paris, letting go of her swollen nipples:"Hey, I'll have you know Doyle is a great performer; sexually, I mean."

Lorelei:" Did you really feel like you had to throw that last part in? You don't think the context of this conversation and recent events would have been enough?"

Paris briefly looks up at Lorelei, ignores her remark and continues:"We usually fuck like rabbits, Doyle and I..."

Lorelei interrupts her:"There, you just did it again!"

Rory:"Mom!"

Lorelei:"What? I am just saying the 'Doyle and I' was kind of redundant."

Paris continues:"It's just that he's been gone so often lately, with all those seminars and lectures. I didn't think it would be a problem, but then again: I didn't exactly expect to see you and your mom play 'guess the delivery guy by sucking his cock' either!"

Rory:"Paris, if you're that horny, maybe you should give Doyle a call."

Lorelei:" Or... we could get you a delivery guy of your own to play with!"

Rory turns to her mom and asks:"Seriously, that's your proposal? A delivery guy of her own?"

Lorelei:"Beats your guy."

Rory:"My guy is HER BOYFRIEND!"

Lorelei:"Who can't help her right now! What are they going to do on the phone? Tell each other how hot and bothered they are? Doyle will blow his load in five minutes flat, leaving Paris here hornier, more frustrated and even more 'enjoyable' than she already is... at least my guy can really scratch her itch!"

Rory:"I don't think that..."

Paris:"What exactly do these delivery guys do? I mean, how far do they... you know?"

Lorelei:"They'll deliver it anywhere you want!" as she turns to Rory and ask with a big grin:"Get it?"

Before Rory has a chance to reply, Paris interjects:"Yes, we got it; sophisticated as it was!"

Rory:"Mom, I really don't think..."

Lorelei interrupting her:"Why don't we let Paris decide which option she prefers and..."

Paris, clearly guided by her arousal instead of common sense, blurts out:"Delivery guy!"

Rory:"Seriously Paris, could you answer any faster?"

Ignoring her, Paris turns to Lorelei and asks:"So, who would you recommend?"

Lorelei walks over to one of the kitchen drawers, takes out a bunch of flyers and says:"Paris, you've come to the right place; we've got detailed descriptions on every delivery guy in a twenty-mile radius."

As she browses through the flyers, most of them decorated with little post-its and doodles, Lorelei continues:"So, tell me Paris, what are you looking for? We've got everything right here: tall, dark, blond, oriental, baby-face, cute, talkative, quiet, arrogant..."

Paris glances at Rory, who whispers:"Don't ask, mom's got a thing for arrogant men."

Meanwhile Lorelei continues:"... muscular, casual dresser, cums-like-a-horse, screams-when-he-cums..."

Paris:"Look, I don't care about all that; I am not looking for a date, I just need a big cock!"

Lorelei:"Mmm, a bit of a slut hey!"

Paris:"Yes well, when in Rome..."

Rory, having accepted that she can't change her best friend's mind:"Mom, I think our system is a little too complex for an outsider like Paris."

Lorelei:"Ok, so our criteria is: hung-like-a-mule..."

Not having to think for more than a second, Rory states:"Paulo!"

Lorelei smiles and asks:"You think she'll be able to take him?"

Rory:"Probably... I don't know."

Lorelei:"Probably is good enough for me." as she stands up and walks towards the phone.

Paris, nervously:"Wait, what just happened?"

Rory:"We've found the perfect candidate to scratch that itch of yours!"

Paris:"Paulo?"

Rory, grinning:"Paulo."

Paris:"And exactly how well endowed is this Paulo?"

Rory, still grinning, holds up both index fingers and brings them about twelve inches apart. Paris' eyes open wide in perplexity and a little panic, as she whispers:"Oh my god!"

"Yeah Frank, it's Lorelei... yeah hi... is Paulo working tonight... uhuh I see... could you send him over with a couple of sodas, three to be exact... yep... ok... bye Frank!"

Lorelei hangs up the phone, walks back into the kitchen and says, as she puts the flyers back in the drawer:"Paulo will be here in ten minutes, or less."

Paris, slowly getting over Rory's illustration and clearly getting very nervous:"Ten minutes, hang on... I don't, I mean, I never agreed to... I don't even know the guy!"

Lorelei:"Don't worry, it's like riding a bike... once you've ridden one, you can pretty much ride them all!"

"This..." Paris says, extremely agitated, as she holds up both index fingers and duplicates Rory's earlier demonstration:"... is not a bike, this is a freaking SUV!"

Amused by her comment, Lorelei says:"Don't worry, Paulo will do most of the work anyway!"

"Mom, you're not helping!" Rory says, as she gets up to take some paper napkins from one of the cupboards. By the time she turns around again, Lorelei has taken her seat next and is putting her arm around Paris, gently pushing her rack against her daughter's best friend.

Lorelei:"Relax Paris, it'll be allright." and softly pats her shoulder, gently pushing down the strap of Paris' grey halter top, followed by the black strap of her bra. Confused, Paris glances at her now naked right shoulder, then turns to Lorelei and asks, in an atypically peaceful tone of voice:"Lorelei, what are you doing?"

Meanwhile Rory walks around the table, grabs some chopsticks and starts eating from several containers of Chinese food, intently watching the scene unfold in front of her.

"You can't let a guy like Paulo mount you, without getting in the right frame of mind first." Lorelei says, as she uses her left hand to lower both straps on Paris' left shoulder, then tenderly takes her left hand, guiding her arm up and out the straps. Confused and a little lost for words, Paris just looks at Lorelei's hands working as they perform the same actions on her right arm, leaving her completely strapless.

"Let me help you get ready." Lorelei whispers, as she uses her right hand to find the clasp of Paris' bra, while using her left hand to gently cup and massage her left boob, gradually but deliberately pushing down the halter top – at present only being kept in place by the curvature of Paris' boobs.

"But... I... I..." Paris stutters incoherently.

"Sssshh, just relax and listen." Lorelei whispers, as she unclasps Paris' bra, causing her to gasp as her breasts gently bounce, dropping several millimeters under the influence of gravity.

"Imagine a cock so thick - in its flaccid state - that you can barely wrap your small hand around it." Lorelei continues, as her left hand continues to push down the halter top – exposing more and more of Paris' black bra – and gently runs her right hand through her long blond hair.

Paris closes her eyes, overwhelmed by all the new, exciting sensations.

"Imagine it growing as you stroke it, slowly but inescapably forcing your hand open further and further, dwarfing your fingers as they desperately try to keep up with its daunting size." Lorelei whispers, reaching around with her right hand, sliding both hands under Paris' bra – exposing and affectionately cupping Paris' boobs, ever so delicately rolling her friend's nipples between her index fingers and thumbs.

Rory, watching and listening attentively, is having trouble swallowing her last mouthful of Chinese food, as her mother's monologue – as well as her fondling – is slowly getting to her.


Stars Hollow: Forbidden Scenes Ch. 01



"As you continue to stroke it, you can feel the blood pumping through it; you lick your lips, you want to put it in your mouth so badly you're starting to drool." Lorelei whispers as she continues to massage Paris' breasts.

"You guide the fat shaft to your mouth, but as the big mushroom tip bumps against your upper lip, you realize that you haven't opened your mouth wide enough; so you open up a little more and take it in." Lorelei says, letting go of Paris' left boob and sliding that hand down over her smooth belly, down to her crotch. Playing absentmindedly with her chopsticks, Rory lustfully stares at her mother and her best friend.

"Your lips are only halfway down the massive shaft when you feel its tip against the back of your throat; unable to take anymore of it, you gently begin to bob your head back and forth, each time taking it as far as you can." Lorelei whispers, as she unbuttons Paris' jeans and pulls down the zipper, reaching inside.

"You can feel every beat and every contraction its powerful muscles make and it's making your mouth water." Lorelei continues as her left hand slips into Paris' white cotton panties and quickly finds her slit.

"Your pussy is getting moist just thinking of feeling that big thing inside of you." Lorelei says as she finds Paris' clitoris and begins to stimulate her by frantically moving her fingers from side to side.

"After a little while you suddenly feel a salty fluid coating your tongue; at first you think it's all over, but then you're relieved as you realize that it was only a little precum." Lorelei whispers, slowly pushing two fingers into Paris' entrance while placing her right hand on her upper right arm, holding her tight as the young woman's body starts shuddering and shaking out of lust and pleasure.

"So, properly motivated, you start to suck a little harder, eager to get a taste of the real deal." Lorelei continues, thrusting her fingers in and out of Paris' pussy. Rory, still holding her chopsticks in her right hand, puts her left hand on her crotch and begins massaging clit through her jeans. As this effort quickly proves too unsatisfying, she squeezes her hand between the waistband of her jeans and her skin and into her panties, fluently finding her pleasure button.

"You suck and you suck, harder and faster, desperate to taste it..." Lorelei groans, as she's starting to feel the effect of her story herself. Rory meanwhile drops her chopsticks on the table and uses her now free hand to unbutton and unzip her jeans, providing her stroking hand with more room to maneuver.

"Your pussy starts tingling and you can feel yourself getting wet as the moment is almost there." Lorelei pants, as she clenches her legs shut, desperate for some relief herself. Sounds of Paris moaning and panting fill the room, as Rory closes her eyes – trying to picture herself in the scene her mother is so comprehensively describing – as her fingers feverishly wriggle their way inside of her warm, wet opening.

"And then finally there it is..." Lorelei groans, motivated by her own excitement to bring the story to a close.

"... a powerful squirt of gooey, warm cum splatters against the back of your throat as he convulses wildly in your mouth." Lorelei whispers, as her fingers go into a frenzy in Paris' snatch, triggering a massive and violent orgasm from the blonde. Rory's body gently starts snaking and twisting as her fingers are really starting to hit the spot, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her body.

"While your brain is processing the salty - slightly bitter – taste, he squirts again and again, promptly filling your mouth..." Lorelei continues, somewhat raising her voice to top all the commotion Paris is making by blatantly squealing and banging her fists on the table with every pleasure spasm she suffers.

"After about ten seconds your mouth is so full, that cum starts oozing out." Lorelei grunts, uncomfortably horny now. While her skilled fingers continue to push Paris deeper into orgasmic bliss, her lustful eyes wander up and down her daughter's body, savoring every sensual curve it makes.

When the doorbell rings, Rory opens her eyes and – noticing that her mother is eyeing her – smiles. Paris, feeling Lorelei's fingers pulling out of her, whimpers in protest as she's not completely satisfied yet.

"Now you're in the right frame of mind; go get him Paris!" Lorelei whispers, as gets up and walks up to Rory, briefly stopping to wipe her wet fingers on her daughter's already cum-stained dark green sweater, before buttoning up her jeans and heading for the front door.

Rory, fleetingly looking at the new stain on her sweater, feels her pussy contracting and closes her eyes as she tries to regain control over her emotions – her lust in particular. Paris, still nervous – but emboldened by the lingering effect of her orgasm and her desire to have another, more powerful, one – gets up and after making herself presentable again, hurries towards the hallway where Lorelei is just letting the young man in.

Lorelei:"Paris, Paulo... Paulo, Paris!"

Paris, anxious to get the initial awkwardness over with, starts to strip – only momentarily inhibited by Lorelei's presence – and then presses her naked body against Paulo's, clumsily massaging his crotch. Slowly she sinks to her knees and unbuttons his pants, takes out his half hard cock and enthusiastically puts the tip of it in her impatient mouth.

"You kids can take it from here." Lorelei says, taking the beverages and walking back to the kitchen.

Rory, having wiped her fingers on one of the paper napkins, sits down and takes a large bite out of a slice of pizza and looks at her mom walking by. After putting the soda's in the fridge, Lorelei sits down across from her daughter and uses her chopsticks to take a mouthful of Chinese food.

"So, had a lot of fun in Paris?" Rory smirks.

Lorelei opens her mouth wide, feigning outrage, as she looks at Rory and asks, barely able to hide her amusement:"How long have you been holding that one in?"

"Only a couple of minutes." Rory replies, grinning.

Both of them are momentarily distracted as they hear whimpering and moaning coming from the hallway, followed by some deep manly roars from Paulo.

Rory:"They sure didn't waste any time."

Lorelei:"It's Paris. What did you expect? She's probably timing the guy."

Rory smiles, but it's obvious that most of her attention is going out to Paris' moaning.

Lorelei:"I wouldn't be surprised if she made him fill in a questionnaire afterwards."

The two of them just sit there, staring at their plates while the noises coming from the hallway are getting increasingly more obscene: lewd slapping sounds as their bodies smash into one another, Paris squealing at the top of her lunges...

Mother and daughter try their best to keep a basic dinner etiquette going, but suddenly Rory cracks, jumps up and says:"If you'll excuse me!" She heads for her room, pulls her stained sweater over her head and stuffs her right hand down her jeans, before swinging the door closed behind her.

"Sure." Lorelei redundantly replies, as she reclines in her chair – now alone in the room – and closes her eyes as her left hand starts unbuttoning her blouse, while her right hand slides down to her crotch.

*fade to black and end credits*

Hopefully this story hasn't ruined the Gilmore Girls for you... and even if it did: all feedback is welcome!

I am not sure whether to make a series out of this or not: let me know what you guys (and girls) think!



Stars Hollow: Forbidden Scenes Ch. 02



As in the previous chapter, this story is intended to be read as a script. Remember: all feedback is welcome!

Have fun!

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Lorelei hurries down the stairs, dressed in a short magenta skirt, white blouse and black jacket, still fixing her hair. As she steps into her high heels, she notices the big piles of study materials and handwritten papers all over the living room - remembering that Paris is crashing in Rory's room, as Yale midterms are rapidly approaching. Not wanting to wake the girls any sooner than necessary, she strolls through the house as quietly as possible, gathering her things. A few minutes later, she sneaks out of the house through the front door, with her purse in one hand and a stack of legal documents and her car keys in the other. As she walks towards her car, she notices Kirk -- wearing a grey postal uniform - stepping up to their mailbox. With his usual enthusiasm and a sort of childish pride, he makes a few grand gestures to show off his uniform and says: "Top of the morning to you, Lorelei!"

Lorelei: "Same to you Kirk." as she briefly glances at him and recognizes several of the large envelopes in his sack. She walks over to him and says: "I'll take those Kirk."

Kirk looks at her dumbfounded and says: "Can't do that Lorelei, I don't even know who they're for!"

Lorelei: "Kirk, I recognize those envelopes... I have been expecting them for days; trust me, they're for me!"

Kirk: "And I have nothing but your word on that, do I?"

Lorelei: "That, and the address labels!" as she reaches out for the envelopes.

Kirk takes a step back, genuinely surprised and confused by her action and states in a formal, decisive voice: "Lorelei, I must ask you not to touch the mail; you almost committed a Federal offense!"

Lorelei: "It's a Federal offense to touch my own mail?"

Kirk: "I have not yet established that the envelopes in question are in fact addressed to you Lorelei, and even if they were, the forementioned envelopes remain the property of the Federal postal service until I've transferred custody of the envelopes to you by putting them in your mailbox!"

Lorelei snorts and says: "You know, I would love to play this game with you Kirk, but I've got an early meeting to which I am running late... and that meeting would go a lot smoother if I had the plans and cost projections which are in those envelopes, so please give me my mail!"

Kirk: "Come to think of it, I heard quite a funny story..."

Lorelei, fed up with all his musings and delusions: "Oh my god Kirk, I really wasn't kidding about being late and I really need those cost projections; I can't even begin to describe how much I do not want to hear your funny story, so please give me those envelopes before I do something I might regret!"

Kirk: "Threatening a postal employee in the line of duty is a serious offense, Lorelei."

Lorelei looks at him dead serious and takes a moment to compose herself, weighing her options.

Several minutes later, Rory wakes up and takes a quick peek through the window. Seeing the car still parked in front of the house, she stumbles into the kitchen -- wearing grey cotton pajama shorts and a matching top - then down the hall and into the living room, looking for her mom. After calling out to her a few times and a quick look upstairs, Rory decides to have one final look outside before giving up the search. Yawning, she walks into the hallway and opens the front door. What she sees, wakes her up immediately: Kirk is clutching their mailbox, his pants and briefs pulled down to his ankles, while her Lorelei is frantically jerking his -- surprisingly - huge dick; her car keys, purse and the stack of papers are on the ground next to the mailbox. Rory crosses her arms to fight the morning cold and walks over to them, asking: "Mom, what the hell?"

Lorelei, without letting go of Kirk's cock, turns her head and says: "Help!"

Rory: "What are you doing? Well, I can see what... but why?"

Lorelei: "Believe me, the alternative was worse!"

Then she grabs Rory's hand and places it on Kirk's cock, replacing her own hand. Quick as a cat, she grabs all of her stuff, as well as the envelopes from his sack and says: "Mommy's very late, I've gotta go!"

As she watches her mom run to her car, barely holding everything together, Rory shouts: "Hey, no fair... why do I have to finish what you started?"

Lorelei: " I'll make it up to you tonight, I promise!" as she opens the car and throws everything in the back seat.

Meanwhile the sudden lack of stimulus has caused Kirk to wake up from his pleasure induced blackout. He briefly looks at Rory - holding his dick - then at Lorelei and shouts: "Hey, what's going on, you can't just..."

Rory's hand immediately starts flying up and down his hard shaft, not only shutting him up, but also making him tighten his grip around their mailbox. Lorelei, already in the car, turns on the engine and waves at Rory as she drives off. Feeling the cold, morning breeze against her skin and through her cotton pajama's, Rory realizes that she's seriously underdressed for the occasion and asks: "Kirk, can I finish you off inside?"

Kirk: "I am not allowed to enter a private residence without proper cause during work hours, unless there is a clear and present danger to the inhabitants or..."

Rory, already regretting having asked that question: "Never mind Kirk!" and drops to her knees, sucking his hard cock into her mouth and starts bobbing her head up and down feverishly, while still jerking the base of his cock.

Inside the house, the noise of the Lorelei's car driving off has woken up Paris. Following the cold draft entering the house from the front door - left open by Rory a few minutes earlier - Paris eventually ends up on the porch in her purple, silk nighty and can't believe her eyes.

Paris: "My god Gilmore, have you no shame or decency?"

Rory lets Kirk's cock slip out of her mouth, just long enough to yell: "Paris, can you please bring me my coat?"

Paris - very annoyed - turns around and walks towards the coat rack, whispering: "Sure, how about a cup of coffee and some cookies while I am at it?"

After putting on her own coat and grabbing Rory's, she walks outside and heads for the mailbox.

Paris: "The mail man Rory, really? I mean, the pizza delivery guys... I can understand; at least they had a certain physical attractiveness, but Forrest Gump over here?"

Rory: "Be nice Paris."

As Paris hands her her coat, Rory looks up -- as she keeps wanking -- and asks: "Can you take over for a minute?"

Paris: "You can't possibly be serious!"

Rory: "Come on, just for a minute."

Paris: "Don't let my hard nipples fool you Gilmore, they are merely a reflection of the freezing temperature and not of my state of physical arousal... so in other words; I think I'll pass!"

Rory: "Then how do you propose I put my coat on?"

Paris: "Try growing a third hand... use your feet, I really don't care, but I am not touching... that!"

Rory: "Come on, you don't want him to loose his erection do you?"

Paris: "It can fall off for all I care, I feel a spontaneous rash coming on from just looking at it!"

Rory: "Please, please, please... don't make me beg Paris, you know I will!"

Paris: "O for crying out loud!" as she puts her hand on top of Rory's.

Rory smiles and redraws her hand, staying on her knees while she puts on her coat; meanwhile Paris continues the hand job - a lot faster and more powerful than Rory - while she ostentatiously looks way from Kirk and whispers: "I swear: how you and the rest of this backwater town have never been on Jerry Springer, I'll never understand!"

Kirk, immediately reacting to the new technique, opens his eyes, looks up at Paris and stutters: "Who... who are you?"

Paris, very annoyed with the situation, turns to him and snaps: "The tooth fairy okay?"

Her foul mouth combined with the fact that she's tugging his dick a lot harder than Rory, sets Kirk off almost instantly; without any warning, he begins ejaculating long, thick, gooey strands of cum all over Paris' naked legs. She goes ballistic and shouts: "Are you freaking kidding me! Now you're cumming?"

After looking at Kirk's contorted face for a second, she realizes she's not going to get a coherent answer from him any time soon and so turns to Rory - who has just realized what's going on and jumps out of the way -- and repeats her rhetorical question: "Now he's cumming?"

Rory, safely out of his line of fire, gets up and finishes putting on her coat while she replies: "Don't look at me, I didn't know he was going to explode so suddenly."

Although genuinely offended and angry, Paris keeps tugging hard at his dick and shouts: "Do you see what this garden gnome is doing to me?" as the both of them look down at Kirk's cock, shooting squirt after squirt of thick cum all over Paris' legs.

Rory, truly impressed: "Wow Kirk, been saving up huh?"

"Stop encouraging him!" Paris shouts. As her irritation surges, so does her rate of tugging as she really starts milking him now. Kirk grasps the mailbox even tighter and really hangs onto it - his eyes clenched shut, his mouth half open without producing a single sound -- as his knees are starting to give way.

Rory: "How was I encouraging him, I was just asking if..."

Paris: "Just be quiet, haven't you done enough?"

Rory: "You're not seriously blaming me for this?"

Paris: "I'd blame Humpty Dumpty over here, but I doubt that he can tie his own shoe laces without an instruction manual and a personal coach, so excuse me for questioning his ability to time an orgasm within a three-second window."

Paris looks down and - noticing that Kirk's spurting has diminished to a trickle - changes her grip, substituting her tugging for a wild, shaking motion and jiggles out the last few drops.

Rory: "Maybe it's your medievally crude and brutal wanking technique."

Paris: "Oh, so now there's something wrong with my technique?" as she continues to wobble his half-hard dick in her half-open fist, sending the last specks of cum flying in all directions.

Rory: "Not if you're milking a yak..." as she ducks to avoid several drops being catapulted towards her.

Paris, with a massive amount of cum already running down her thighs and legs, ignores the few droplets that are splattering against her purple nightdress and replies: "You know Gilmore, I may not spent six hours a day on my knees like you and your mom, but at least my technique is good enough to accomplish in merely five seconds what the two of you couldn't pull off in several minutes!"

Rory: "That's not fair, mom and I laid all the ground work!"

Having noticed that Kirk is completely drained, Paris releases her grip, causing Kirk to drop to his knees and collapse flat on his back, completely exhausted and used up. As both girls turn and start walking back towards the house - not even giving Kirk another look - Paris says: "No one remembers a good pass Rory, only the winning goal!"

Rory: "Everything has to be a competition with you, doesn't it?"

Paris: "Life itself is a competition Rory. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go burn these clothes and take a three hour shower... with sulfuric acid!"

[fade to black]

Several hours later across town, at the Inn.

Having finished her meeting only a few minutes ago, Lorelei takes the prospective investors on a complementary tour of the gardens as well as the immediate countryside, giving Sookie ample time to prepare some of her famous culinary treats. About twenty minutes later, Lorelei wraps up the sightseeing and escorts her guests to the dining area where coffee, tea and several types of sweets are awaiting them. While talking to one of the prospective investors, she suddenly hears and recognizes her mother's voice coming from the kitchen; she excuses herself as quickly as possible and hurries over to the reception desk, where Michel is sipping from his cup of coffee and browsing through the New York Times.

Lorelei: "My mother is here? Why didn't you tell me?"

Michel: "I thought you were expecting her. Besides I have other things to do than to inform you of your mother's whereabouts!" in his French, nasal tone of voice, not even taking his eyes off his newspaper.

Lorelei: "Yes, I can see you're positively swamped."

At that moment Emily walks out of the kitchen, saying: "Thank you Sookie, I am sure it will..."

Lorelei: "The DAR party... she's here for Sookie... maybe she'll forget about me and walk straight out."

Michel, flipping a page: "I've already told her you were here and that you were free all afternoon."

Lorelei: "Remind me to fire you!"

Michel, completely uninterested, taking another sip from his coffee: "You can't fire me, I am part owner."

Lorelei: " Then remind me to have you killed!" as she moves behind the reception, out of sight of the dining area, from where her mother is no doubt approaching.

Michel looks at Lorelei and says: "Why are you behind the counter, you can't be behind the counter!"

As Sookie and Emily walk into the central hallway, Emily turns to Sookie and asks: "Sookie, have you seen Lorelei, that handsome receptionist told me she was around and not doing anything in particular this afternoon; I would love to sit down with her and go over all the details one last time."

Upon hearing that, Lorelei panics and steps further behind the counter, squatting down.

Michel: "Now what are you doing?"

Lorelei, only half kidding: "Shut up, I am very angry with you!"

Realizing that Michel is going to rat her out the first chance he gets, she decides to make a preemptive move to limit his options; moving between him and the counter, Lorelei quickly unbuttons and unzips his pants. Taken aback by this unexpected turn of events, Michel tries to stop her by slapping her hands and moving around, but eventually she manages to pull his pants down all the way and whispers: "If you rat me out, you'll have to explain why you're in your underwear!"

Michel: "Have you completely lost your mind?"

Before he can bend or squat down to pull up his pants again, Sookie and Emily walk into the reception area.

Sookie: "Michel, have you seen Lorelei?"

Michel moves as close to the counter as possible, trying desperately to hide the fact that he's in his underwear, bringing his crotch to within an inch of Lorelei's face.

Michel, nervously: "She was here not two minutes ago, she can't have gone far!"

Sookie: "You stay here Emily, I'll go and have a look around."

Emily: "Thank you Sookie." as she sits down and starts browsing through a magazine, three meters from the reception desk.

Meanwhile Michel's dick is starting to bulge, slowly closing the gap to Lorelei's face. Instead of simply moving her head out of the way, she starts to squeeze Michel's bulge, making him squirm uneasily and causing his underwear to expand even more. Using both hands, she suddenly yanks his briefs down in one quick motion, causing his hard cock to bounce up and smack her in the face. Lorelei gasps and smiles as she shuffles into a better position, slightly tilting her head; preparing to take his throbbing erection into her hot mouth. Realizing what she's up to, Michel moves his hands around his pole, trying to keep it away from Lorelei's lips. With Emily sitting not too far away, the activity Michel can get away with without arousing suspicion is limited; as a result, Lorelei quickly gains the upper hand in the struggle and slides her mouth over his fat shaft in one big plunge. Overwhelmed by sexual feelings, Michel slams both his fists on the counter and shouts: "Oh my goodness!"

Emily is startled, reaches for her heart and says: "For heaven's sake, what in the world is the matter with you?" Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

Squirming as Lorelei's head is bobbing up and down his tool, Michel stutters: "I am so sorry Mrs. Gilmore, I just remembered that your daughter... had an urgent appointment with um... the Stars Hollow Historical Society regarding some administrative problem."

Emily: "Well, you could have just told me instead of trying to kill me!"

Michel: "Again, I am very sorry Mrs. Gilmore."

Emily gets up and says: "Fine, just tell her I stopped by!"

Michel: "Off course Mrs. Gilmore!"

Just when she's about to walk through the front door, Sookie comes down the stairs and says: "Emily, where are you going?"

Emily: "Your receptionist, who clearly has some psychological problems, just remembered that Lorelei had an appointment with some sort of Historical society."

Sookie: "Well, her car is still parked out front, so she must still be on the premises; I suggest we split up and look for her... Michel, if you see Lorelei, tell her to stay put!"

Michel, suppressing a moan: "You can count on it."

As Sookie heads for the kitchen, Emily walks outside and says: "This is ridiculous; I can't even talk to my own daughter without having to play a game of hide and seek first!"

Meanwhile Lorelei keeps sucking off Michel, as she brings both her hands into play as well, cupping his balls with her left hand and jerking the base of his tool with her right. Shortly afterwards, Rory walks in -- wearing jeans, a white blouse and a brown jacket - and after taking a quick look around, she walks up to Michel and asks: "Hi Michel, have you seen mom?"

Before Michel has a chance to respond, Lorelei -- having recognizing Rory's voice - raises her left hand and waves briefly, without taking Michel's dick out of her mouth.

"Mom?" Rory exclaims as she hurries around the desk.

When she sees her mother squatted down - her back resting against the reception desk - sucking and jerking off Michel for all she's worth, Rory gasps shocked and whispers: "Oh my god!"

Lorelei briefly takes Michel's dick out of her mouth - but keeps jerking him - and says: "Quickly, come here, hide!"

Rory: "Hide? From what?"

At that moment, Emily's voice resounds as she's walking back in.

"Unbelievable! It's like she's vanished into thin air!"

Rory, recognizing her grandma's voice, catches on and ducks behind the counter. Out of instinct, Rory makes herself as small as possible: her back against the desk, legs pulled up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her knees, glancing at Michel's huge cock sliding in and out of her mother's eager mouth.

Rory: "Why do I get the feeling I'll be sharing this experience with my shrink years from now."

Lorelei looks at Rory and asks, without taking Michel's rod out of her mouth: "You wanna have a go?"

Rory: "God mom, no!"

Worried she's hurt his feelings, Rory quickly adds: "No offense Michel, I am sure you taste great!"

Hearing Rory say those words, sets Michel off immediately.

As he starts to moan and tremble on his feet, Lorelei lets his dick slip out of her mouth and wanks him off eagerly, under the captivated gaze of her daughter. Michel grips the desk with both hands and grunts as a massive load of cum is rushing up through his tube; because of Lorelei's wild jerking, his cum blasts out in all directions, not only splattering Lorelei full in the face and staining her black jacket, but also sullying Rory's clothes, arms and face in the process. Rory squints her eyes, glancing over at Michel's spurting cock, but doesn't budge as dozens of drops land all over her skin and clothing. Calmly she says: "Eeew... mom, couldn't you swallow?"

Lorelei, beating the last rounds of cum out of Michel's prick onto her magenta skirt: "Hey, I already swallowed four loads during the meeting this morning, I can't gobble up any more cum without some coffee first.

What are you doing here anyway? I thought you were studying all day with Paris."

At that exact moment Sookie and Emily walk back into the main hall.

Sookie: "That's it, I give up! We've looked everywhere!"




Stars Hollow: Forbidden Scenes Ch. 02



As Lorelei licks and cleans off Michel's little head with her tongue, Rory carefully takes a peek around the desk at what's going on in the main hall, slowly shifting into a more comfortable position on her hands and knees.

Emily: "She's obviously hiding somewhere, avoiding me!"

Sookie: "No, she wouldn't do something like that."

Lorelei, letting go of Michel's cock and wiping her hands on her clothes, gets on her hands and knees and crawls over next to Rory, joining her in peeking around the corner.

Emily: "Oh yes she would! And there will be hell to pay on Friday, you tell her that when you see her; I 've got better things to do with my time than to sit around here and wait for her to show up!"

While Emily gives Sookie some last minute pointers and information about the DAR party on her way out the door, Lorelei whispers: "So? Not studying with Paris?"

Rory turns her head to her mom and says: "No, and it's all your fault!"

Lorelei: "My fault?"

Rory: "Yes, when you walked out on Kirk this morning, I was forced to finish him off, but I was cold, so I asked Paris to bring me my coat and one thing lead to another and she ended up covered in Kirk's cum... then, she took a shower and called out for a bigger towel, one thing lead to another and I ended up licking her for half an hour... then, while we were having breakfast she brought up the Kirk incident again and I ended up eating her out, again... by the time we were done, it was noon and we went into town to find Kirk, so Paris could ride him during his lunch break!"

Lorelei: "Seems you've had a busy morning as well!" as she looks back at Michel who's kneeling down.

Rory, following her mom's gaze, looks back as well and whispers: "Why is Michel's cock hard again?"

Lorelei: "Probably because of your story and the way we're sitting..."

When Michel reaches between Rory's legs, she quickly turns her head away from him and looking her mom straight in the eyes, she says: "And he's touching me... Michel is touching me between my legs."

As Michel expertly unbuttons and unzips her jeans from behind, Lorelei -- switching her gaze from Rory to Michel - whispers: "Maybe getting on our hands and knees, with our asses towards him wasn't such a good idea!"

Rory: "You think?" lifting her legs one by one to help Michel slide off her jeans. After throwing her jeans next to him on the floor, he pushes her panties aside and slides his hard cock into her pussy in one plunge!

Rory lowers her head and closes her eyes, fighting a moan as Michel brutally penetrates her.

Lorelei: "How can he be hard again, I just milked him dry."

Rory: "Well, he's definitely hard... I can vouch for that!"

For the next couple of minutes, not another word is spoken as Michel just bangs Rory doggy-style. Then, he suddenly pulls back. As Lorelei looks at him, Rory -- her head still lowered towards the ground -- turns to look at her mom and asks: "Is he done? I didn't feel any..."

Before she can finish her sentence, she feels his massive shaft pressing against her asshole and sliding in quite easily.

Lorelei: "I don't think he's done hon."

Rory: "Oh my goddddd..." as she lowers her head even more, her forehead now almost touching the ground. Lorelei stares wide-eyed at Michel's massive cock disappearing into her daughter's ass as Rory whimpers and moans incessantly. After about fifteen deep-length penetrations, Michel pulls his cock out and ejaculates a relatively small amount of cum onto Rory's ass cheeks.

Taking just five seconds to catch his breath, Michel wipes his cock off on Rory's butt, stands up and pulls his pants back up; meanwhile Lorelei leans in closer to a hot and bothered Rory, caressing her hair. As soon as her daughter looks up, Lorelei gently presses her lips onto hers. An intimate French-kiss ensues, lasting well over a minute, before Lorelei's hand slides over Rory's back and in between her legs, finding her soaking wet pussy.

Lorelei, briefly interrupting the kiss: "Take a long lunch break, Michel."

Not needing to be told twice, Michel takes his newspaper and steps over both women, getting out from behind the reception desk. Meanwhile Rory puts her left leg on top of her mother and slowly rubs her soaking wet pussy against her knee. As the passionate kiss continues, Rory slides a hand under her mother's skirt and quickly finds her damp panties. By the time Michel has put on his coat and is ready to leave, Lorelei has taken off Rory's jacket, unbuttoned her blouse and is fondling her perky tits through her white lace bra. As Michel walks away, Rory slides her hand into her mom's panties and almost simultaneously both women drive two fingers in each other's love tunnels.

[fade to black]



Stars Hollow: Forbidden Scenes Ch. 03



As in the previous chapter, this story is intended to be read as a script. Remember: all feedback is welcome!

Have fun!

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Lorelei and Rory are having breakfast at Luke's, when Lane storms in and puts on her apron, without saying anything to anyone, just mumbling to herself in an angry, aggressive tone. Luke, sensing trouble, watches her for a minute as she clears a few tables, then takes her notebook and walks up to some waiting customers: an elderly couple.

"Welcome to Luke's dinner, can I take your order please?" she asks, with an obvious fake cheerfulness in her voice.

"I simply don't know, everything looks so good..." the old lady says.

Lane starts tapping her pen on her notebook, trying to get the couple to speed up their order.

The old man says: "Could we have another minute young lady?"

Lane: "How long does it take you to read the menu, there are like ten items on the damn thing!"

Luke puts down his notebook and storms over to Lane's table, immediately apologizing to the couple for Lane's rude behavior while he forcefully yanks her away from the table.

Lane: "Hey, what is your problem?"

Luke pulls her behind the counter and says: "I could ask you the same question, this is a place of business... my business; do you know how a diner works, let me spell it out for you: we give the customers food and they give us money, that money I need to buy food, gas and clothes... it's usually a good idea to treat customers like decent human beings so they would want to come back and buy more of my food. Your behavior is not exactly helping in that area right now, so either get it together or pack up and go home!"

Lane becomes hysterical and shouts: "Me, me, me... that's all you men think about; what about me, what about my needs, why doesn't someone ask me what I want... noooo, Lane'll be all right, she'll work, clean, wait on me hand and foot and take all the crap I give her, because Lane is a push-over, she won't make a fuss!"

Luke grabs her by the arm and says: "That's it!" as he literally drags her behind him, up the stairs; she doesn't stop screaming all the way till they reach his office upstairs. He slams the door shut, releases his grip on her arm and says: "Listen, you're a damn good waitress, so I am going to give you one last chance; you're not getting out of this office until we've resolved whatever it is that's bothering you!"

Without missing a beat, Lane starts ranting again, pacing up and down his office: "It's Zack, we've been fighting for three days straight now, well, fighting is a big word considering he prefers to sulk on the couch playing the same accord on his guitar over and over again, instead of having a adult conversation... I can't take it anymore, at least when I lived with my mother I was being yelled at all the time; at least there was some form of communication going on, but now it's like I am living with a guitar-playing mime!"

Luke: "Dare I ask what the fight was about this time?"

Lane, taking just enough time to breath: "That's just it, I don't think either of us can remember... I mean I get mad at him like every other day for something: for not putting the toilet seat down, for masturbating on the bed that we both sleep in, for not cleaning up the empty pizza boxes, for buying beer when there's hardly enough money to buy vegetables..."

Luke, realizing that she's not going to stop talking any time soon, decides to handle things his way and walks up to her, reaching for her apron and undoing the knot in the back, then pulling it over her head and dropping it on the floor.

Lane: "... playing video games for hours and then complaining that I don't put out; maybe if he helped me with the dishes once in a while, or picked up a broom once a week I might be more in the mood to help him out, you know..."

Luke steps in front of her -- stopping her pacing -- and grabs the hem of her T-shirt with both hands, pulling it up and over her breasts, then over her head; although Lane raises her arms to facilitate him, she just continues yapping without as much as a hint of protest.

Lane: "... but instead he spends every waking minute of the day in that garage, practicing with Brian... I mean, I am also in the band; why does he get to practice whenever he wants and I am stuck doing all the housework and all the chores..."

Luke reaches his arms around her and unclasps her ruby red bra, gently sliding the straps off of her shoulders, then the whole bra down her arms until it falls onto the floor.

Lane: "... the band hasn't had a decent gig in like forever, but still he insists on practicing every moment of his free time like he's going to Woodstock or something..."

Luke reaches down, unbuttons and unzips her jeans, then squats down, trying his best not to go crazy from her insistent yapping. As she first lifts up her left foot, then her right one - allowing Luke to take off her shoes and pull her jeans off completely -- Lane continues: "Maybe if we were making some money from our gigs, but we're barely breaking even; it sure isn't enough to compensate for all the beers he's pouring down lately!"

Luke gets back up and looks her up and down for a while, undoing his zipper and taking out his half-hard cock, tugging on it until it's completely erect and throbbing.

Lane, standing there in nothing but her white socks and her rube red panties: "You'd think that for someone who's got nothing else to do all the day long than to play guitar and drink beer, he'd be able to remember our anniversary; I would have settled for some flowers or a box of chocolates, but nothing: not even a freaking card!"

Luke puts his hand on her naked back and guides her to the table, where he gives her a little push so that she leans forward, both hands on the table; he pulls her panties down to around her knees and then uses his right hand to guide his throbbing cock in between her ass cheeks, probing for the entrance to her pussy.

Lane: "On the other hand, I should be used to it by now: he forgets every birthday, every anniversary; he even forgot about Valentine... and then he tried to get out of it by saying that it was just a commercial conspiracy and that it wasn't rock-'n-roll to buy stuffed animals or chocolates for the misses..."

Once he finds her pussy, he roughly penetrates her in one big push.

Lane: "And heaven [moan] forbids he should do anything that's [moan] not rock-'n-roll [moan]..."

After getting his whole cock inside of her, Luke establishes a slow, steady pace, focusing on depth instead of speed.

Lane: "And then this morning he [moan] had the audacity [moan] to ask me if it's [moan] the wrong time of the month [moan] because [moan] I am [moan] physically un- [moan] -available..."

Lane's accommodating demeanor is huge turn-on for Luke, causing his dick to grow even thicker and provide Lane with more friction and pleasure; she, however, doesn't let up and although she's constantly gasping for air, she just continues her monologue.

Lane: "With Zack it's [moan] always me, me, [moan] me and never [moan] about [moan] anyone [moan oh god] else... maybe my mom [moan] was right [moan], maybe I [moan] should forget [moan] about [moan] men, love [moan] and sex [oh fuck] all together and devote [moan] my life to [moan] selling Antiques!"

Luke pushes her flat on the table and puts his hands on her waist, holding onto her as he slams his cock into her, as deep and as hard as he can.

Lane: "Or maybe I should [moan] just grab a bag pack and [moan] go and see something [moan] of the world [ooohh fuck yeah]; I use to daydream [moan] with Rory [moan] about all the [moan] places we'd be [moan] visiting when we [moan] got older, but [moan] we never [moan] got around [moan] to it... we always figured we'd start [moan] in Mexico [moan] and then..."

Luke pulls his cock out, turns her around and pushes her onto the table, on her back; he pulls her left leg up -- letting her left foot rest on his shoulder -- and slams his aching cock back in; he starts fucking her again, slowly reaching for her right leg and pulling that up as well, putting her right foot on his other shoulder.

Lane: "... Columbia [moan] Peru, Brazil [oh fuck] and finally onto [moan] Chile..."

With his head now between her feet, Luke slides his hands down her legs, over her belly towards her tits and starts rubbing and squeezing them very indelicately, while he continues to jackhammer his cock in and out of her wet, sopping pussy.

Lane: "... and then [moan] onto Europe [moan] London [moan] Paris [moan] Rome... but I [moan] guess [moan] that's [moan] never [moan] [moan] going to [moan] happen [moan] now... I can't [moan] even get [moan] him over to [oh god] [moan] [oh fuck] [oh fuck]"

Finally not talking anymore, Lane raises her head off the table and looks down at Luke's huge cock pounding away in her soaking wet pussy; after Luke bumps into her cervix a few more times, Lane explodes in orgasm and starts banging her fists on the table while her screams and moans are getting louder and louder; Luke picks up the pace and rams the 'poor' girl from one orgasm to the next. 

Several minutes later, after holding back as long as he can, Luke grunts, pulls his cock out -- in the middle of one of Lane's orgasms -- and rushes over to her face, stroking his throbbing cock. Not three seconds later, he starts shooting thick, white ribbons all over Lane's face, glasses and hair. After staining and ruining her lovely face with his gooey cum, Luke stuffs his cock back in his pants and says: "Now get your whiny ass downstairs... you've got customers waiting."

Lane smiles and hops off the table and walks to the sink, saying: "Yes boss."

As she takes off her glasses and begins scooping off the cum from her face, Luke says: "And tell that boyfriend of yours he's a freaking idiot; how he ever got his hands on a hot piece of tail like you, I'll never understand!"

Lane dries off her face and walks towards him, presses her naked body against him and whispers: "Just so you know, boss: this piece of tail is yours..."

She takes his hand and guides it towards her bare pussy, whispering: "Anytime..."

As she uses her own fingers to open up her pussy and guides two of Luke's fingers inside of her, she whispers: "Anywhere..."

Pulling his fingers out and pushing them back in, over and over again, she softly whispers: "However you want..."

Luke, enjoying her lewd behavior, lets her play with his fingers for about twenty seconds and then smacks his free hand on her left butt cheek: "Got it, now get dressed and get to work, before I fire your Korean ass."

Lane, with a big smile on her face, starts putting her clothes back on and cleans her glasses in a hurry, then follows Luke down the stairs and back into the diner, where she picks up her notebook and starts serving customers all cheerful and happy.

After watching Lane for a minute or so, Lorelei gets up and walks up to the counter, where Luke has assumed his usual position, scribbling in his notebook; after her presence goes unnoticed for several seconds, she puts her hands on the counter and says: "Hi!"

Luke, not looking up: "Hi."

Lorelei: "Hey, uh... remember me? Your girlfriend!"

Luke, looking up from his notebook, says: "Off course I do, what..."

Lorelei: "Then why were you fucking Lane upstairs?"

Luke: "What? How did you..."

Lorelei: "Are you kidding me? For starters, there is no way that kind of mood change happened by just talking to her, secondly she's been walking like John Wayne since she got back down and thirdly, she's no longer wearing any make-up... you came on her face, didn't you?"

Luke: "You saw how she behaved when she came in, how rude she was to the customers; then I tried talking to her and she just started yelling at me!"

Lorelei: "So that's how you solve your problems, by fucking her brains out? Maybe next time Rory and I don't see eye to eye, I should just go down on her until she gives in, huh?"

Luke: "That's not what..." as he stops in mid-sentence, picturing the scene, staring idly in front of him.

Lorelei, realizing what he's thinking about: "Oh my god, that's turning you on isn't it?"

Instead of answering, Luke just gawks at Rory -- sitting at their table, sucking milkshake through a straw, unaware that she's presently the subject of his sexual fantasies.

Lorelei, after following Luke's gaze for a second: "Really? I am standing right here!"

Shamelessly, Luke looks her straight in the eye and asks: "Wanna go upstairs?"

Lorelei, more than a tad annoyed: "Let me get this straight: first, you fuck Lane and you blow your load on her face -- all incredibly indiscreetly I might add -- then you openly lust after Rory, and now you want me to go upstairs with you... you've got to be freaking kidding me!"

Without giving him time to respond, Lorelei continues: "If you think for even one second that..."

Calm and assertive Luke interrupts her and says: "Say, you know any good food delivery guys?" [see chapter 1]

Lorelei stops in mid-sentence and looks at him, unsure of how to react.

Luke: "Or maybe we should ask Michel how he feels about the issue?" [see chapter 2]

Lorelei, realizing there's only one person with knowledge of both events, says: "Apparently her legs is not the only thing Rory can't keep closed..."

Luke remains silent and just looks at her with a smug smile on his face.

Lorelei sighs, looks at her watch and says: "Fine, but just a quickie; I have to be at the Inn around nine!"

As Luke walks towards the stairs, Lorelei turns to Rory and says: "I'll deal with you later, you little traitor."

Confused, Rory looks up at her mom, still having the straw in her mouth.

As Lorelei passes Luke -- holding open the curtain separating the diner from the private area -- he says: "You know, she can come too you know..."

Not even looking at him as she passes him, Lorelei reaches to the side of her skirt to zip it open and says: "Don't push it!"

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Rory arrives at her grandma's house, gets out of her car and hurries to door, only to hear her mother's voice: "Rory, wait up."

Rory: "Mom? What are you doing here? I am twenty minutes late, why aren't you inside yet?"

Lorelei: "And face the music on my own, no thank you..."

Rory: "But it's freezing out here."

Lorelei: "It's also freezing in there, at least here a warm winter coat can protect me."

Rory, as she rings the door bell: "So, you've just been sitting in your car the whole time?"

Lorelei: "It's a comfortable car..."

They smile at one another for a second until Emily comes and opens the door.

Rory: "I am sorry grandma, traffic was horrible!"

Emily: "Hello Rory."

Lorelei: "Yes, it was a real..."

Emily: "Don't bother Lorelei, I saw your car pull up about thirty-three minutes ago..." as she walks into the living room and yells out: "Richard, they're here!"

Lorelei: "Busted!"

Edwardo, the current hired help, walks up to them and takes their coats.

Rory is wearing a dark blue dress - with virtually no cleavage - down to the knees and some elegant high heels.

Lorelei is dressed in a burgundy - tight-fitting -- dress, showing some considerable cleavage, and legs -- considering her dress ends halfway up her upper legs, more towards her ass than her knees. Brownish stockings and black boots complete her ensemble.

"So Rory, how 's Yale?" Emily inquires from the living room.

Rory turns and starts walking towards her grandmother, formulating an answer. As Lorelei turns to follow Rory, she suddenly gets a hard slap on her butt from Edwardo; baffled, she stops and turns around to look at him. Unabashed he reaches out, squeezes one of her prominent boobs and winks at her, making a few lust-fueled, biting gestures with his mouth, completely confusing Lorelei as she resumes moving towards the living room, not taking her eyes off Edwardo and thus entering the living room a bit awkwardly. She's a little shaken up, but by the time she sits down on the couch next to Rory, she's put the whole incident behind her: after all, she's used to a lot more!

A few minutes later Edwardo walks in, carrying a large silver platter full of hors d'oeuvres; he first offers the platter to Emily, who takes one and says: "Thank you Edwardo."

Then he walks over the Lorelei, offering her the platter. She looks at him a bit funny, but takes one and tries to follow the ongoing conversation between Rory and Emily. At that moment Richard walks in, greets them and heads straight for the liquor, pouring himself a whiskey.

As Emily strikes up a conversation about some Yale professor - designed to exclude Lorelei from the conversation -- Edwardo, instead of going round the couch, leans over Lorelei to offer the platter to Rory with one hand. Because Rory is looking up at Richard - reminiscing about the aforementioned professor - she doesn't immediately notice the platter, giving Edwardo the opportunity to place his free hand on Lorelei's boob, again. The well chosen position of the platter prevents anyone from seeing his hand as it gently squeezes and massages Lorelei's boob, even finding and softly tweaking her nipple, making it fully erect. Chewing uncomfortably on the hors d'oeuvre, Lorelei glances down at his hand and gently places her hand on top of his, guiding it off her breast, as she tries to draw as little attention to herself as possible. Meanwhile Emily and Richard are having a difference of opinion about some of the finer details of Richard's story, prompting Rory to look away for a second. Finally, she notices the tray and takes an hors d'oeuvre, forcing Edwardo to move. As he walks up to Richard, Lorelei leans in closer to Rory and whispers: "Edwardo slapped my ass!"

Rory: "What? When?"

Lorelei: "Before, when he took my coat... and then he squeezed my boob."

Rory: "What?"

Lorelei: "Yeah, and just now he did again while you were taking forever with those appetizers-thingies!"

Rory glances down at her mother's cleavage and says: "Bad Edwardo!"

Lorelei, crossing her arms to hide her erect nipple: "Yes, very bad Edwardo!"

Meanwhile, the different interpretation of the same event is causing more and more friction between Emily and Richard, prompting him to walk towards the study in search of evidence to support his view. A fuming Emily scurries after him and they end up starting another discussion in the hallway. While Lorelei turns in the couch and leans a little towards Rory to catch a glimpse of her parents arguing, Edwardo puts down his platter and walks in between Rory and the coffee table, unzipping and unbuttoning his pants as he positions himself right behind Lorelei's turned head. Rory's eyes grow big as he sees Edwardo taking out his cock, already huge in its half-erect state. As he aims his tool at the back of Lorelei's head, Rory's eyes dart between Edwardo's face and his hand stroking his growing, bulging shaft, as she gasps: "Oh my..."

A few seconds later, as she turns her head back to face Rory, Lorelei whispers: "I'll bet you five bucks they'll..."

She stops talking as Edwardo's big cock pushes against her lips and into her half-open mouth; it takes her a few seconds to lean back, making it slip back out. Startled, she looks at him and his big cock, wondering how that huge piece of meat ended up in her mouth. Slowly and tenderly, Edwardo places his free hand on top of Lorelei's head and nudges it closer. As she allows her head to be drawn in closer, Lorelei glances at Rory, slightly turning her head towards her and while the women are looking into each other's eyes, Edwardo softly lays his huge cock on Lorelei's face; his big, hard shaft reaching from her chin all the way to her hairline!

Impressed by the size of the thing, Lorelei's mouth falls open in awe and Rory smiles widely, mesmerized by what's going on right in front of her. After about ten seconds, Edwardo takes his cock off of Lorelei's face, prompting her watering mouth to open -- ready to wrap her eager lips around it. But Edwardo has other plans: he simply takes two steps to the right so he's standing in front of Rory now.




Stars Hollow: Forbidden Scenes Ch. 03



Equally slow and tender, he uses his free hand to push Rory's head towards his cock. And just like her mother, Rory offers no resistance whatsoever. Under Lorelei's absorbed gaze, Edwardo now lets his cock rest on Rory's face, in much the same way as he did with her. Rory, staring cross-eyed at the mammoth thing, smiles and whispers: "My god."

When his leans back and lets his cock slip off of her face, Rory mouth also instinctively open, ready to start sucking the cream out of it. But again, he surprises both women by stuffing his cock back in his pants, taking his tray and walking back to the kitchen, leaving mother and daughter sitting there, hot and bothered.

Lorelei grabs her drink and pours it down in one swig, while Rory says: "Unbelievable!"

Lorelei: "You said it."

Rory: "Did you see the size of that thing?"

Lorelei, dreamily staring out in front of herself and murmurs: "Yeah!"

Rory: "When he put it on my face, I was like a solar eclipse."

Lorelei puts her glass down and says: "You have no idea how ready I was to suck him off!"

Rory looks at her mother and says: "Me too, I was practically drooling."

Lorelei: "Probably not a good idea with my parents in the next room."

Rory: "Probably!"

Lorelei: "Bad Edwardo!"

Rory, sipping from her soda, staring dreamily in front of her: "Bad, bad Edwardo."

Both of them are brutally thrown back into reality when Emily storms back into the living room, still screaming at Richard. She sits down, angrily taking a sip from her drink as she tries to calm herself down. With anger on one side and pure lust on the other clouding the minds, none of them is motivated to say anything and so it remains quiet for several awkward minutes. Then, finally, Edwardo walks in and says: "Diner is ready Mrs. Gilmore." glancing over at Lorelei and Rory, who both look up at him, smiling.

Emily: "Thank you Edwardo."

As all three of them get up and walk into the dining room, taking their usual seats, Emily says: "Edwardo, please go and inform my husband that diner is ready."

"Yes Mrs. Gilmore."

There's another awkward silence for about thirty seconds, during which Lorelei and Rory glance at one another across the table, sharing a lustful smile or two. Then, Edwardo walks back in and says: "I am sorry Mrs. Gilmore, but Mr. Gilmore said he won't come out until he has found what he is looking for."

Emily stands up and says: "Oh for cyring out loud, you stubborn old man." and storms towards the study.

Almost as soon as Emily leaves the room, Edwardo unzips his pants and lets his huge, half-hard cock hang out of his pants while he moves towards Lorelei. He takes her arm and helps her to her feet, then starts bending her over the table and pulls the hem of her burgundy skirt up to uncover her perfectly shaped ass. Offering -- again - no resistance of any kind, Lorelei just leans across the table, looking straight into Rory's eyes, who whispers panicky: "Mom, what are you doing... what if grandma comes back in?"

While Edwardo's right hand pulls down Lorelei's stockings and panties, his left hand guides his thick, massive cock head towards her aching, wet pussy and slides it in without any effort. Before Lorelei can formulate an answer, Edwardo's cock is so deep inside of her that he's actually touching her cervix; as a result her body completely tightens up, anxious about any more of his cock being pushed in.

Lorelei: "Oh my god..." as she repositions her hands on the table.

Luckily Edwardo knows exactly how deep to venture and starts moving his fat cock back and forth, grazing her cervix with nearly every thrust. Calmly, like he has all the time in the world, Edwardo only gradually picks up the pace, giving her all the time she needs to adjust to his formidable size. After a few minutes, he is fucking her in a fast, powerful pace, screwing her through a mischievous, mind-blowing, yet silent orgasm. As her wide open mouth doesn't utter a single sound, only the contortions on her face and the subtle orgasmic contractions all over her body give away the fact that she's cumming.

Pulling back as soon as Lorelei's orgasm is over, Edwardo moves around the table and walks up to Rory, gently placing his hand on her back and pushing her forward, while he nudges her chair from under her with his foot. As Lorelei slides back onto her chair, rearranging her clothes, she's unable to pry her eyes away from the scene unfolding across the table. Edwardo pulls Rory's blue dress up and notices that she's not wearing panties. Lorelei sees it too, and notices something else - something Edwardo can't see from his vantage point: half-dried up cum all over her pubic area. He pushes Rory flat on her belly on the table, knocking over a few glasses in the process and - noticeably less gentle than with Lorelei - stuffs his cock up her pussy and starts ramming her hard and fast. Grabbing a nearby napkin, Rory covers her mouth and tries to stifle her moaning and screaming as much as possible, while Edwardo begins to slam the full length of his cock in and out of her, faster and faster, fucking her into orgasmic oblivion.

As Rory is rocking back and forth, her face contorted in pain and pleasure, Lorelei looks at her and says: "Traffic was horrible, my ass!"

Rory, unable to form actual words due to the pounding she's getting, looks at her mom perplexed.

Lorelei: "You weren't stuck in traffic, you were on your back getting fucked by your boyfriend, isn't that right you little slut? At least, I hope the cum all over your front is Logan's. What happened? Let me guess, when it was time for you to go, he talked you into a quickie. Just a fast, unemotional fuck, to get him off... and after splattering his cum all over you, he asked you not to wipe it off and not to wear any panties, because it would give him a hard on, knowing you'd be walking around like that. Am I getting close?"

Lorelei's vulgar comments and rhetorical questions, along with Edwardo's relentless banging, push Rory into a long and powerful orgasm, forcing her to jam even more of the napkin into her mouth to stifle her moaning. Edwardo keeps fucking her for several more minutes until the 'poor' girl is completely spent and exhausted; only then, does he pull out and start pumping his prick. With her hands flat on the table and her head in between, Rory lets the napkin slip from her mouth so she can catch her breath. After twenty seconds of heaving panting, she glances up at Edwardo and joins her mother in admiring the handsome specimen of a man that just fucked both of their lights out. Still pumping his massive shaft, Edwardo reaches out for Rory's right hand and places it directly under his cock; a few seconds later he arches his back in silence and explodes all over Rory's small and delicate hand. Both Rory and Lorelei stare in awe as it gets quickly covered in a thick, white haze of warm, gooey cum. When every able sperm cell has left his balls, Edwardo wipes the head of his cock off on the table cloth and zips up, then bows towards the ladies and walks into the kitchen. Rory gets up, rearranges her dress and sits down carefully on her chair, holding her cum drenched hand out in front of her and admiring it while moving her fingers, playing with the sticky substance between them. Mother and daughter share a wide and satisfied smile. After playing with his cum for a little while longer, Rory uses one of the napkins to clean off her hand.

Lorelei: "So, how close was I?"

Rory: "Spot on actually, except for the no-panties idea; that one was mine."

Lorelei smiles and says: "I have taught you well, my young Padawan!"

Meanwhile the argument between Richard and Emily continues to escalate up to the point where Lorelei and Rory can hear every word; after listening to them for a few -- long -- minutes, Lorelei gets up from her chair and says: "Let's go."

Rory, getting up as well: "Where are we going?"

Lorelei: "Home!"

Rory: "What? Why?"

Lorelei: "Well, I don't know about you, but I have had it with Laurel and Hardy in there."

Rory: "What about dinner?"

Lorelei: "Trust me kiddo: they're just getting warmed up; dinner won't be served anytime soon!"

Rory: "Are you sure?"

Lorelei: "Well, let me put it this way: I'd rather be wrong, sitting at home eating take out, than be right, staying here and having dinner with two mimes!"

Rory: "Good point!"

Lorelei, as she starts putting on her coat: "I was thinking Chinese and Mexican."

Rory: "Deal." as the both of them head for the door and start walking towards their cars.

They're pleasantly surprised to find Edwardo waiting for them between their two cars, sipping from a half-empty bottle of rather expensive wine. As they walk up to him, Lorelei asks: "Hey, what are you doing here?"

Edwardo doesn't say anything, but simply signals her to come closer with the wave of his hand. When she does, he leans forward and whispers something in her ear, then leans backs against the car and waits, with a self-assured smile on his face. Lorelei looks at him -- hesitant for just a second - then squats down and starts unzipping his pants.

Rory whispers: "Oh for heaven's sake, could you be more white trash?"

As she carefully takes Edwardo's big, half-hard cock out of his pants, Lorelei looks up at Rory and says: "Stop nagging, and get down here; together we can get the job done a lot quicker!"

After giving it a few tugs to jumpstart it, Lorelei slides her mouth over his cock and slowly starts dragging her lips up and down the growing, pulsating shaft. Rory, after giving her mother's lewd proposal some thought, squats down next to her and reaches out to caress and lick Edwardo's balls. Straightaway, after Rory joined in, Edwardo puts his bottle of wine on the hood of one of the cars and gently places a hand on each of the ladies' heads; simply stroking their hair at first, but after twenty seconds or so, he starts guiding them into a specific position. Guiding Rory up along the left side of his shaft and Lorelei down along the right side of his shaft, both women have a pretty good idea of what he's up to. When their noses and lips meet about halfway up (and down) his cock, and his hands suddenly keep their heads in place instead of guiding them any further, Lorelei and Rory open their eyes and smile at one another, recognizing the position they're being maneuvered into. Not needing any more guidance from Edwardo, they begin sliding and rubbing their slutty lips up and down their side of his hard but sensitive cock, sometimes moving up and down in harmony, but from time to time moving in opposite directions. Edwardo -- otherwise so cool and in perfect control -- gasps and moans as he looks down at these two gorgeous women sharing his cock. A wicked smile creeps across his face as he realizes he's experiencing a fantasy, shared by almost any warm-blooded man: it gives his ego and his adrenaline-levels a significant boost and pretty soon his balls begin to contract. Realizing he's about to explode, Lorelei and Rory start tilting their heads back -- making sure their lips never lose contact with his cock -- until they can stare him right in the eyes. 

It's such an overwhelming sight -- even for an experienced macho such as Edwardo -- to see two pair of gorgeous eyes look up at you while feeling two sets of lips sliding up and down your pounding cock, that it sends him over the edge almost immediately. He slams his back and his open hands against the car and shoves his pelvis forward as he feels the cum rushing up his tube. The girls feel his cock convulsing under their lips and barely a second later, long thick ropes of cum begin exploding from his cock. Moving their heads even faster now and exerting a little more pressure to increase his pleasure even more, Lorelei and Rory nearly drive him insane. When the cum spewing subsides, Rory jams her mouth over his cock and starts bobbing her head up and down furiously -- no further than his corona -- forcing Lorelei to stick to his shaft. They keep this up until his cock has gone completely limp. As mother and daughter get up and, both of them licking and wiping their lips, Edwardo -- still moaning and growling -- stuffs his flaccid, moist dick back in his pants and says: "God, you girls were incredible."

Lorelei smiles and says: "So we've been told!"

Edwardo takes a step away from the car, towards them and asks rhetorically: "How about a good night kiss?"

He grabs Lorelei by the hand and pulls her into his arms, pressing his warm lips against hers, prying them open with his strong tongue; after a few seconds Lorelei drops her purse and puts her arms around his neck, passionately returning the kiss, which by now has turned French. Under the slightly jealous gaze of Rory, Edwardo moves his right hand to Lorelei's left boob and squeezes it passionately through all of her clothing; this goes on for about a minute, before Edwardo breaks the kiss and slowly turns Lorelei away from his body. Finding the car with her hands, Lorelei leans against it and smiles widely, running both hands through her hair as she desperately tries to deny the cravings she's experiencing right now. Edwardo, on the other hand, wastes no time and turns to Rory, grabbing her head gently between his strong hands and gently pressing his lips against hers; he encounters no resistance whatsoever in pushing his tongue into her mouth.

He slowly presses her towards the car, pinning her against it, right next to Lorelei, who now has her turn to be jealous. Expecting Edwardo to grab one of her breasts next, Rory is surprised to feel his hands wandering down her body and landing on her buttocks. He cups both ass cheeks and lifts her -- with surprising ease -- up against the car; then slides his hands down to her thighs, wrapping her legs around his body. In this position they kiss for about a minute and a half, before Edwardo drops her back onto her feet and says goodbye, leaving both women horny and bewildered leaning against the car.

As they watch him heading towards the service entrance, Lorelei whispers: "Bad Edwardo!"

Rory: "Bad, bad Edwardo..."

After a few seconds of silence, Rory asks: "Can I keep him, please please please?"

Lorelei: "Oh honey, you probably wouldn't survive a week... and neither would I!"

Rory turns towards her mother and says: "Fine, but I sure hope you have enough batteries in the house!"

They share a wicked smile and each get in their own car, driving off, heading for Stars Hollow.

* fade to black *

* end credits *