Marty arrived in Stars Hollow at 3pm just as planned. He parked the car he'd borrowed behind Rory's and made his way to the front door. He rang the bell and waited. After a minute or so he tried again and got the same lack of response. He tried the door knob and it opened. "Hello," he said as he slowly entered the house. "Rory!"
As he made his way into the kitchen he could hear Rory laugh and say "Oh come on, you're kidding me? You did that?"
Marty decided to let he finish her conversation before he let his presence be known.
"Oh Logan, you're so funny," he heard her laugh.
Marty felt like his heart sank into his stomach.
"Oh! Do you have to go? Oh, OK... Yeah. Bye Logan, see you next week." Rory shut her phone and went back to sorting her books.
"Hey," Marty said from her door.
Rory let out a yelp and looked up at Marty, "Oh my god Marty you almost gave me a heart attack," she said holding her chest. She looked at her clock. "You're right on time, why didn't you ring the bell? Not that people do in this town."
"I did but it seems you were distracted. Seems like you were having such a good laugh on the phone," he said in a stern tone looking less than pleased.
"Oh."
"Yeah, oh." He move closer to her. "How often do you see him?"
She came to him holding his hands. "Oh Marty I was just talking to him. Nothing is going on. I'd never do anything to hurt you."
"How often to do see him?" he repeated.
Rory looked down at her hands. "I'm sorry, I guess maybe once or twice a week. It's really nothing, just friends stuff. He's such good company I really like spending time with him."
Marty could feel his cheeks burn in anger and humiliation. "What am a chopped liver?"
"Oh come on Marty you're the one I want to be with. It's just that we were together for a while so it's good to keep in touch."
"I don't like you seeing him. I hate that guy."
"You can't tell me who to see."
"I'm telling you who I don't want you to see."
"You can't tell me that either!" she shouted.
"The hell I can't," he said as he grabbed her by the wrist and threw her onto the bed.
"Hey!" she shouted as she landed on the bed.
He manhandled her so she was kneeling on the floor with her torso flat on the bed. He lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. "I'm telling you now you'll stop seeing him," he shouted as he used his left hand to push her face into the bed and right hand smacked her bare backside.
"Ow!" she moaned.
"Smack! Smack! Smack!"
"Oh! Oh! Oh!"
He bent down to her ear and whispered, "I just don't get what you see in that loser. I'm going to spank whatever it is out of you." He spanked her a few more times.
"Oh! Oh! Ooohh yeess!" she screamed this time.
"Yes, you love it don't you." He stopped smacking her, released her head and asked, "You're going to stop seeing and speaking to him aren't you? Aren't you?"
She turned to look at him smirking and said, "But he's so cool and rich and fun."
"You fucking bitch." With that he pushed her head back and hit her harder a few times. He then undid his pants and released his big cock. Her moved around and spread her but cheeks. He positioned himself at her entrance and slammed his thick cock into her snatch. "You're fucking soaking you dirty slut."
"Oh yes! I'm a dirty slut with a wet pussy, fuck it with your huge cock master."
He drilled her until he felt the walls of her vagina contract around his shaft and she let out a wail as she came. "Did he ever make you cum like that? Did he?"
"No Never. He was a small cocked bitch. You're my man for a reason."