Pregnant! By My Best Friends (6 page)

Boy, it was fucking worth it.

Give Eliza thoughts, feedback, questions, suggestions, concerns, and invite her over to play Mario Kart by contacting her on Twitter:

@ElizaDeGaulle

If you liked this story, consider more of Ms. DeGaulle's Work

At Her Amazon Author Page

Sign up for The Darkest Secrets Newsletter for weekly updates on new releases, excerpts, special offers, freebies:

Click Here To Sign Up!

Or Simply E-Mail at:

[email protected]

Want another story of a group of friends claiming a woman as their own? Consider:

Taken! By The Fratboys

The feeling of a tongue against my pussy was so real though. It took me a moment to realize that was because it
was
real.

Bret. I giggled out loud about how romantic he was being. I relaxed and let him do all the work, spreading my legs further for him. He sucked on my nub and it caused my eyes to burst wide open in appreciation for what he was doing.

I reached down for his head, my way of keeping him going. To his hair, getting a good grip.

That was odd. I didn't recall Bret having long hair. He wasn't bald, but he had a decent amount - just enough to be stunningly handsome.

Another suck on my clit, and I grabbed his hair, to brace myself against the pleasure rising inside of me. His tongue thrust inside of my slit, penetrating me and keeping me riding that wave higher and higher.

I couldn't resist any longer. The intense orgasm swept over my body, just as wonderful as the night before. My moan was loud, again not caring if the other boys in the house would hear me.

The licking stopped, and I tried to regain my breath, so sweaty. I spoke when I had the energy to do so. "If you keep eating me like that, I won't be able to do anything today."

"It's Saturday. You don't need to do anything important." The voice I heard didn't belong to Bret.

I looked down at the man between my legs, who was looking right back at me with a wild grin. "Nolan? What the hell are you doing?" I pushed myself away from him, and the thoughts were rushing to me that I was naked. I clawed for the blanket, but found I didn't have one.

"I walked by and saw a beautiful, juicy pussy. I just had to have a taste." He winked at me. "And you tasted delicious, Liv."

I was horrified, my hands going to my breasts and pussy as makeshift protection from his eyes.

He laughed and walked out of the room.

My heart was racing and pounding like a train.

I jumped out of bed, adrenaline winning out over any soreness in my legs.

The door. I had to close the door.

There was no door. There was a door last night. I peeked my head out, and was looking for the missing door.

Was I going crazy? I turned around, and sought to do the next best thing, clothes. I threw open my closet doors and found nothing. Completely empty, aside from my laptop. Who would steal my clothes and not take my laptop?

I trembled, afraid any of the other boys would walk past that door.

Was I robbed? I started going around the room where I had put my things away. I found my books, both the novels I liked to read and the ones for school. All my papers were still there.

I bolted over to the nightstand, and threw open my drawer. My wallet? Still there. Breath mints, combs, brushes, face wash, toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, all there.

The second drawer down, though, something was missing.

My birth control pills.

What the hell was going on? Was this some sort of sick joke? It was just the hazing, I told myself.

"My beautiful Olivia." The voice of Bret entered my ears. I turned to meet him. He was smiling, laughing to himself.

"Haha, very funny. What an amazing college joke," I said, deadpan. Then I screamed. "Give me my clothes back! And my pills! And Nolan was eating me out when I woke up! And I didn't give him permission to!"

"Yeah, Nolan likes doing that to our new girls. He believes in being gentle with them at first."

"New girl? What on earth are you talking about."

Bret approached me. He hugged me, and patted me on the back. I had no idea what I was feeling that moment. Last night I thought he was sweet and kind, and wanted him when he wanted me.

He didn't at all seem surprised at my nudity, or the fact his friend moved in on his girl.

"I guess you want an explanation?"

"Yes, please."

"I'll give you an explanation. But I enjoy demonstrating as I do so."

"Demonstrating?" I said, confused.

I found out soon after as he tossed me on the bed face down.

"Hey, what are you - "

Bret was on top of me afterwords, a forearm against my back. The other hand went to my ass and started to massage it. "I'm demonstrating." I gasped as he pushed one of his fingers into my asshole.

"Bret, I don't want to do this right now."

"Doesn't matter."

I squirmed underneath him as he removed his hand from my ass. I heard a few spurts of something and the finger swiftly returned, with a cool oil on it. He plunged and massaged my hole with it. I wasn't that naive. It was lube. The gel heated up inside me and he continued to use a single digit to finger fuck me.

"What - what do you mean, it doesn't matter? Stop this, Bret!" It wasn't entirely unpleasant, the finger inside of me. It was definitely unusual. Something else though, struck my thoughts. I was being violated. I was being used against my will - my fantasies began to run wild.
There was a part of my mind enjoying this!

Common sense pushed those ideas away as I gasped and he continued to pound me with a finger, introducing another finger into the equation soon after.

"We own you now, Olivia."

My teeth gritted, trying to resist him. Those muscles he had weren't just for show. He was strong, far stronger than me.

I tried to respond but he pushed my head into the bed, muffling my voice. Realizing the tragedy of my predicament, tears began to form in my eyes.

"You signed that contract. Maybe you should have read it. By giving us your consent, you are bound to participate in our frat's famous experiment."

There was tingling sensation in my asshole. This was wrong. I shouldn't be enjoying my defilement.

"See, I'm a psychology major. I have a thesis I'm working on. Its subject? The sexuality of the human female." I heard him un-buttoning his pants and pushing them to the floor.

"Ugh," I spit out as I urged my face up. "What does this have to remotely do with that?"

"I'd get to that if you wouldn't interrupt me," he spanked my ass, hard. "Be a good little slut."

The impact of hand against cheek left it vibrating. The fingers left my tight hole shortly afterwords. Gasping, that fucked up part of my brain wanted them back in me.

"See, society has deemed that while men always want sex no matter what, women aren't supposed to. They're supposed to be prim and proper, good girls." The heat of his cock radiated on my ass. It slid down my cheeks to my pecker, tickling the outside. "My opinion? It is merely a social construct. Inside every heterosexual human female, there is a slut waiting to break out, who wants every sexy cock she sees. That's the hypothesis."

Swiftly, and suddenly he thrusted his cock into my hole, right to the back of my ass. My mouth gaped open at the sudden intrusion, and I was so thankful that he had chosen to use lube.

"How I test the hypothesis. In one week, my beautiful Olivia - " he said, as he brought his cock out and brought it back in. It was a slow and throbbing sensation. I whimpered, close to a moan. Bret leaned down to my ear. "I'm going to turn you into a cock-hungry slut. You aren't going to be able to live without being fucked at least three times a day."