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You have to be honest with yourself, (sort of) being part of a sorority was fun. Jess dragged you places after classes, you studied with Clare, and the other sisters seemed to be fond of you. You helped Mrs. Mac with cleaning around the sorority house and took care of Claude, much to her disdain. Due to rules and issues with policies from the college, you don't live there. "Those fucks don't get that you're an honorary member." Barb had spat, patting you roughly on the shoulder as you chuckled at her support.
From what you hear, it's better that you don't stay at the house often. The way Clare and Jess are frightened by the calls makes you scared just to hear them.
Which leads you to your current problem.
With the Christmas party at its peak, you're giggling with Phyl about some story she was talking about, passing a smoke, when you hear Barb yell about the 'Moaner' on the phone again. You all walk to surround the phone when Barb hands you the phone, still covering the mouthpiece.
"Answer it!" Barb giggled, pushing it into your hands as Jess and some other sister protest.
"Why do they need to?" "They don't need to hear that creep!"
You answer the phone, muttering a quiet, "Hello?"
For a small amount of time there was only soft breathing up until the sudden loud cacophony of pig noises made you jump and squeak in shock. As soon as that sound came out of your mouth, the Moaner stopped. He mimicked your squeak while muttering about, "Piggy squeaks..gonna make you squeak on my fat cock...pretty piggy," and continued with his pig squeals.
Muttering a quiet, "Alright then," you hung up before anything could be replied. The sisters groaned as Jess said, "You gotta wait for him to hang up first! Now he'll call again!" Some of the other girls walked away as Barb replied, "Now you have to answer the next call. It's the rules." As soon as she said that, the phone began to ring again. They all left you alone as you took off your jacket and answered the phone. While rolling up the sleeves of your sweater, he began to make wet noises with his mouth.
You bit the inside of your mouth as you thought of something to say to make him stop. "How was your day?" Nothing. Continued to squeal and moan. "I'm sure they're flattered, but you're scaring all the girls, dude." As if you hadn't spoken, he carried on about your 'pretty piggy cunt'.
"What can I do to get you to knock it off with these calls?"
Silence.
Before you could retract your statement when you realized how you worded that sentence, the line went dead. You felt a chill run up your back at the thought of not knowing what you'd had done. Before you could think more on it, another girl had already come to claim her time on the phone.
As the party dies down, Clare is left sleepily hanging off your arm as you groan seeing the snow outside. "My cars down the block." You tell her with a frown, not looking away from the window when you see the wind grow harsher. She pats your shoulder and replies with a grin, "If you want, you can crash on the couch? Mrs. Mac won't mind."
You nod in agreement, helping her gather a few blankets and pillows to place on the couch. In a brief moment, she also tosses some shorts at you, shrugging when you look at how short they are in disbelief.
"What? Chris left them a while ago and I kept them. You wanna sleep in your pants?"
You wave her off and sit on the couch, watching her turn off all the lights, leaving only the fireplace lit.
"Sleep tight, don't let the Moaner bite." Clare teases, laughing when she dodges a pillow you throw at her as she leaves upstairs. "Very funny!" You mock quietly, taking off your belt and shoes.
"Should've just went home." You grumbled, pausing for a moment before also taking off your bell-bottoms to put on the shorts. A creak echos through the house, making you freeze.
"It's an old house, you dumbass. It's gonna make noises." You continue to mutter to yourself, snuggling into the blankets and attempting to close your eyes and fall asleep.
After what feels like an hour (but you don't really know) passes, a chill runs up your spine again. Similar to the first time, you ignore the feeling and stay still. As the feeling grows stronger, you hear a noise like someone walking near your head.
As if there isn't a bunch of people living in this house, you don't know why the first thought to come to your brain is 'ghost'. You suddenly freeze in terror and open your eyes in shock as a liquid hits your cheek.
A man looms over you, the only thing visible is his brown hair, a single eye shining from the moonlight in the window, and his feral grin with his canines peaking out. As you look closer, you realize in mild disgust that the liquid that hit you was the same drool that was drying down his chin.
"Pretty piggy...Billy knows you're awake. Billy knows you're waiting for his cock to fill up your pretty cunt! Y/N," You suddenly cut him off with a shush.
"Do you want the girls to find out you're here? Because they'll come and beat the shit out of you! I don't know if you've ever seen a group of angry, bloodthirsty sorority girls, but it's not pretty!"
He quieted down for a moment before coming closer, his face becoming more visible to you now. You have to admit, for a creep, he's pretty hot. But in your case, you admit that your standards aren't exactly high. You reach out your hand, waiting for him to react. He suddenly jumps you, nosing your neck and breathing deeply. You feel your body flush and while attempting to pull away, he grunts and grips your waist tightly. "Mine. My pretty piggy." He mumbled in your shoulder.
You admit you're a bit touch starved. So when a mildly feral man tackles you onto the couch and acts like he can't get enough of you, you don't fight.
God, you need therapy.
He interrupts your thoughts as he gropes your ass, squeezing roughly. You squeak again and he laughs, mimicking it back. "Billy? Thats your name right?" You whisper softly, making him pause as he grins wider and nods furiously. "Why don't we head out, huh? Somewhere by ourselves so we don't bother the girls or scare them." He frowns at that, pushing himself closer to you.
"Can't leave Billy. Pretty piggy stay..gonna fill you up with my fat cock..fucking take it." He snarls, attempting to bite your neck through your sweater. You breathe deeply and push your arousal up to the surface as you grab his hair and pull him up gently.
"Billy, baby, I want you to fuck me, but I wanna make noise for ya. Wanna hear you. But, we can't do that here, so why don't you come home with me, huh, sweetheart?" You whine into his mouth, ignoring the drool dripping into your mouth as he groans softly in delight, grinding against your thighs. He nods and helps you get up while gathering your clothes. He makes an impatient whimpering noise as you write a quick note on the notepad near the phone and lock the door.
Billy begins to sprint towards your car while dragging you with him, giggling and making different noises as you feel the adrenaline run out of you. Then the questions begin to grow. How did he get into the house? How did he know your name? As he stops and waits for you to unlock your car, you freeze.
How did he know which car was yours?
He makes a louder angrier noise from the car, making you shake your head and start the car. While driving, Billy scoots as close as he can towards you, gripping your bare thigh. You curse in your head that not only did you not change back into your pants, but it's freezing cold, and the shorts rode up when you sat down.
"Slutty little piggy..wants my fat cock in your pretty piggy pussy." He cackles, repeating the last 3 words as if in a daze. You will your arousal to go away as you glance over at him. You manage to hide your jump as Billy is already staring at you. His gaze dark and hungry, his erection visible as he presses one of his hands against it.
"Billy! Wait until we get home!" You scold, resulting in him fidgeting and making a high-pitched whine noise. A few minutes of him panting and mumbling, you arrive at your house. He immediately bursts out the car and bounces on his feet at the doorway. You quickly adjust your shorts and lock the car, jogging over to unlock your door.
The second the door opens, he pulls you in and presses you against one of the walls, slobbering over you as his cold hands reach under your sweater to grab at your bare skin. You squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck. He makes a squeal noise back, similar to a pig before harshly pulling at your sweater to take it off. Once that's done, you pull him towards the bedroom. "Billy, please.." You trail off, feeling his hands leave you as he fumbles to remove his clothes, leaving him bare naked. You watch and take off your clothes in return, just leaving yourself in your underwear.
He jumps at you for the second time tonight, wanting to feel your skin against his own, teeth biting at your neck and hands grabbing whatever they could.
In the middle of his exploration, you feel yourself sober up. You feel a nauseating feeling climb up your throat as Billy grinds his erection between your legs, making you let out a strangled moan. You internally reassure yourself and try to get that arousal back. "You make pretty noises." He nodded in agreement to his own words, making you grin and kiss him deeply.
He grunts in your mouth, making you whimper as he thrusts harder against you. "Fffuckin' take it. Take my cock in your pretty cunt." Billy spits, you panting as you pull at his hair. He groans in anger before making you take off your underwear, and flipping you over with your ass in the air. You hear him make a gasping noise as he grinds against your ass, gripping your hips tightly and rutting fast.
Before you know it, he makes a growling noise and bites you so hard on your shoulder that you bleed, making you whine in delight. You feel a wetness between your cheeks as he pants in exhaustion, letting you go and collapsing next to you.
Billy simply shuffles and wraps his body around you similar to an octopus. You sleepily ignore your horny brain screaming in desperation in favor of holding him tightly, fiddling with his wild hair.
"Never leaving. You're never leaving me."
He says, making you shocked. That was the first time he's said anything completely blank. No accompanying noises or changes of tone in his voice. You simply nod and mutter back, "Never leaving Billy." He looks up at you with a wide smile and kisses your cheek sloppily, spit and all.
He slowly falls asleep as you think one last thought before you sleep.
Fuck.
You didn't even get to cum.