Once a Slut, Always a Slut - Sex Stories

Once a Slut, Always a Slut

... right in the center of the living room floor, a half-eaten pizza sat in its open box. I started walking through the house to try and figure out what the hell had been going on. I went into the kitchen which was even more of a mess than the living room with food on the table and not a clean dish in the house. The sink was half full of dirty water and the refrigerator which normally has a good stock of food, looked like it had been raped. I walked down the hallway towards the bedroom. I peeked into the bathroom where I found a girl passed out on the floor, the toilet full of vomit and stinking. The next room I went to check was the bedroom, my sanctuary from the day's troubles. I stopped at the door, not sure I wanted to see what was behind it after all. But I needed to know - I still hadn't come across Jennifer and I needed to find her to find out what was going on. So I took a deep breath and pushed open the door. Inside there were three guys, Jennifer, and another girl, they were all naked and sweaty. The other girl, long-haired brunette, was kneeling on the floor, her ass in the air and her head down on the floor. One of the guys was behind her fucking her doggy-style while she moaned and fingered her clit from between her legs. From the sound of it I got there just in time as she was about ready to cum and he was doing his best to join her. Jennifer was laid down on her back in the middle of the bed between two of the guys who were just laying there, the one on her right ...

... was laying on his stomach with his hand over her and his hand resting on her tit and the other on her left was laying his head on her stomach just above her pussy. Jenny's legs were wide apart, she was sweaty, her pussy lips were soaking wet and oozing with white cum, the bed sheet wet underneath her, she was looking toward the ceiling and obviously stoned. "What's going on in here?" I asked. My appearance startled the brunette who shrieked and stood up snatching part of the bed sheet to cover herself. I could see the party had been going on for some time because she had globs of cum in her hair and on her face. "Who the hell are you?" she snapped at me. "Who am I? This is my house, that's who am I!" I replied. She dropped the sheet, quickly scooped up her clothes and ran from the room, followed by the guy who was fucking her. He was apologizing and asking if she'd come to his place so they could keep on partying. Jennifer looked up towards me and she smiled saying, "Hi sweetie!" "I want everyone who doesn't live here to leave right now or I'm calling the cops!" I yelled, clapping my hands together loudly. The two guys on the bed got up stumbling and got there clothes and began getting dressed, although not fast enough to suit me. I chased everyone out of the house until it was just Jenny and me. She was getting up herself but as stoned as she was, it was hard for her to do anything with speed or grace. I watched her for a couple moments but I got disgusted with the condition ...