Broen Seals

You can find Broken Seals chapters 1-8 under my old profile name, Classicist1789. Not completely necessary for context, but will help to understand the characters and physical descriptions.

Jim's pool party kind of marked the beginning of something. Most girls around my age have a "hot girl summer." Well, I had a nymphomaniacal summer. Three housemates fucked me, they all knew about each other, no one needed to hide anything, I'm always horny, so I took advantage.

Before I returned the house, I met with each of the guys on neutral ground and gave them some variation of this speech:

"First off, I need to be super clear that I'm not dating any of you. I'm not anyone's girlfriend, and anything we do is just friends having fun. Second, I am not your jizz sock. When I come over and you want to have sex, you'd better be showered and groomed; SMELL NICE! Third, remember what I said about being friends? That means you don't just bang me and tell me I gotta go. I want to be somewhat involved in your life. You don't have to wine and dine me, but if after you nut, you have nothing going on, let's at least get a pizza and play Xbox. And obviously, I'm still gonna pay for my share of shit: meals, weed, movie tickets, whatever. Just, common sense, okay? Don't be a shit."

For Matt and Ro, I had to add: "And if you want to fuck me without a condom, no, if you want to fuck me AT ALL ever again, you'd better not cum inside me. You pull the fuck out or we're DONE!" I actually wavered on that policy and let Matt go a few times in me because he was careful and I could trust him. Ro was an animal though, and didn't give a shit, so I had to be strict. Isaac was religious about using condoms; it was drilled into him from the age of 12 that he better not make his parents unexpectedly grandparents.

Ro accepted the conditions without question or comment, mulling it for a few seconds in his head, then nodding as if making one of his profitable drug deals.

Matt and Isaac had the same follow-up question: if we weren't "dating" then could they see other girls? "Of course. But if you guys get serious with a girl, and don't tell her about me, and continue to fuck me, they find out, and get pissed, I can't help you. BUT, if you do the right thing, are honest from the beginning, and try to get them to be cool with it, you might end up getting a threesome out of it. See? It's in your best interest to be honest."

In case it wasn't obvious, at that point in my life I read a book that became my bible: The Ethical Slut. While my gender studies classes gave me a good academic foundation to start questioning traditional norms around sex and gender, TES served as a handbook on how to put it all into practice. It was one of maybe three books in my life that I devoured in a couple of days from cover to cover, and immediately after finishing, went back to page one to start again. Up to that point in my life, I thought you could only have two modes of a sex life: the first (and socially approved way) is to get a boyfriend and have sex with him, hopefully often or at least regularly. The second was to be a party girl, having casual sex with different guys, one-night stands, no strings attached, no feelings or any expectations at all. In addition to this latter mode being frowned upon (even by college-age peers who themselves practiced it often), it mostly resulted in very mediocre sex. The age of the men I had gone after was probably a big factor in that, but not having daddy issues, I didn't want to start chasing men over 30 when I was only barely 21.

Instead, I wanted to try out some of the more complex, middle-ground relationships that TES showed me were possible. I learned that just because a relationship wasn't closed and monogamous didn't mean that you couldn't have relationships of a variety of levels of emotional depth. Furthermore, by seeing someone (or some people) regularly, it enables more exploration and honing of sex skills. I decided quite consciously at the time that I wanted to be "good" at sex, and not just have a hot body. I realized later in life that every straight guy wants to fuck me, but only a selection would, and they should be as thoughtful of their partner's pleasure as I was.

While the guys never had interest in repeating our quasi-foursome, since they all knew they were sharing me it was only a matter of time before some boundaries started to blur. So this chapter is gonna be a series of vignettes of me sucking a lot of dick and getting my brains fucked out. These only cover the most interesting or memorables sessions; I had way more sex with all of them that summer than can be covered here.

After the accord was struck with each of the guys, I made my first visit to the house, which was a date with Isaac. I just remember being greeted with a luminous smile when he opened the door and I immediately flexed my thighs and kegels because my lady was just RUSHING the wetness out. When you're young and sex (and the anticipation of sex) is new, it's like your body doesn't care about anything else. Almost anything slightly erotic would get me aroused; I was highly...arousable, if that's even a word. I wasn't wearing anything that could be called "provocative," on the surface namely a t-shirt and jeans, but the moment he opened the door, it became obvious that I was wearing a very thin, lacy, flimsy bra because my nipples jutted through at the sight of him. He was wearing some loose basketball shorts and a t-shirt. However, when I passed him to get inside the house, he smelled fresh, of some kind of good soap, and it just made me remember how smooth his muscles felt when he was on top of me. Luckily he wasted no time.

He immediately took me to his room in the house (one I'd never been in before) and much like Matt, it showcased his personality a lot better. The bed was made. I was horny, I was comfortable; the moment Isaac closed the door behind him, we got right to it.

He embraced me in his arms and gave the kind of warm, sensual kiss you see in movies. I was expecting it, and tried to open my lips to match the movements he wanted to make. He put his tongue in, which I didn't usually like, but per my instructions, his body and breath smelled wonderful and I actually enjoyed it very much. I remember thinking if now I'm into tongue, when I wasn't before, probably because I'd only ever tasted tongues soaked in alcohol and whatever else. Isaac tasted good, and I couldn't help myself. I pushed him back a little so that I could start peeling off his shirt. He complied, smiling at my forwardness. "Straight down to business," he said, tossing the shirt to one side.

"Yeah, like you're not ready for business,'' I said giggling. He was rock hard, a massive erection tenting his shorts in a comical way. We drew back into each other, embracing and connecting mouths. We were both extremely excited, our breaths very short; still, I hoped he didn't move too far too fast because I really wanted to luxuriate in all my senses this time. It must have been pheromones or something, because I couldn't get enough of his smell, and despite how desperate it must have seemed, I kissed all along his smooth, hard chest and sniffed like a dog at him as I did so. He moaned in what I assumed was appreciation of this. His hands roamed over me, lightly squeezing my curves, kind of finding a station on my ass as we continued to make out with him topless. He pulled me close and his enormous thing poked hard at my left thigh. He moaned again, and swayed a little, using the pressure, I think, to rub him on me rhythmically and get some relief.

No need to point out that my lady was an open spigot at this point. I wasn't sure why, but Isaac wasn't moving things along and I was dying to, so I reached down to his waistband mid-kiss and started to tug, hoping he'd get the message. He didn't; and I guess wanted me to do the work which got me down on my knees, for his erection held his shorts up like the knob of a towel rack. When I finally dragged them off the tip of his penis it snapped back and hit me square in the jaw. "Oooo! Sorry!" He said, genuinely shocked.

I'm sure my reaction relieved him; I thought it was the funniest thing that had happened to me sexually. "Not a problem!" I said smiling, and then grabbed his cock in my hand. But I couldn't help but laugh at the comedy, and we kept laughing until he stepped back and out of his shorts. I kneeled there stroking it, the tip an inch from my face. Did I mention what a perfect statue of penis it was? Holding it felt like holding a gun, but way more interesting for how smooth, soft, and paradoxically hard it was. I gave it a few tugs from the base, he moaned, and a pearl of precum formed at the tip.

I couldn't say why, but I suddenly got conscious of my Feminism: he *expected* me to suck him in that moment, and I didn't feel right about that for some reason. I got up off my knees and grabbed his head to kiss him one more time. "I really want to put that in my mouth, but ladies first, okay?"

He nodded quickly; I could've probably gotten him to agree to anything in that moment. I pushed on his chest to get him away and groped his pec one last time. I then turned around, but kept my head turned to watch his reaction to the little show I was about to give. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans then started to peel them slowly, revealing the lacy green thong I wore for the occasion. And then, in a practiced "stripper move" I bent at the waist to start moving them down past my asscheeks.

"Goddamn..." he muttered and reached over to cup them.

"Not bad for a white girl, huh?" He stepped forward to grab them more firmly, and his erection jabbed my right cheek, and I could feel the wetness of his precum. "Easy babe," I said, "no pushing my panties aside and fucking this time, wait till I get everything off." The jeans were a bit tight so the next part had to be less sexy as I wrestled them past my ankles. Isaac was a gentleman, motioning to his bed so I could lay back and pulling at the cuff so they wouldn't end up inside-out. I'm embarrassed to say, but: it was like taking the lid off something; I could smell my own arousal and I knew so could he.

I was taken back to my very first time, (in that same house, funnily enough) with Matt.

But I had nothing to worry about. Isaac made no sign of noticing anything except he seemed to get more aggressive, immediately going for my panties and pulling them past my butt and tossing them to the side. He got on his knees and pulled my ass to the edge of the bed and then dove in face-first. And wow...he had done this before. His tongue started by devouring the juices that had seeped out of my labia, and even pushing his tongue inside me to scoop out some more. The sensation was electrifying; I hadn't gotten head in almost half a year, so it was a revival of some of the most exquisite feelings I had with Quinn. But good as she was at it (and she was great) receiving it from a gorgeous hunk of man with the biggest penis I'd ever known who was erect and ready to take me was something different. He was aggressive with his mouth, using his lips and his tongue, and after cleaning up my labia from all my own juices, found my clit and went to work, with long, grinding strokes of his tongue. I also enjoyed that he was on his knees, servicing me, letting me have what I wanted before taking his own greedy pleasure to calm his monster down.

As he went to work on my clit my limbs spasmed, and my arms grabbed at everything and anything that I could hold in my fingers: the sheets, Isaac's head, my own tits...oh, that felt nice. Again becoming self-conscious, I remembered we were likely not alone in the house and I tried to stifle my moans and cover my mouth, but I was still exploding.

I'd never been fucked *after* an orgasm; they were always either preludes to when I could finish myself off, or happened (very, very rarely) during intercourse, but this, finally, would be the first time I could cum from a guy's mouth with the expectation that he was going to fuck me after.

The best thing about cumming is "losing it" when your body and breath do things you aren't even aware of because you're simply not in charge anymore. While I managed to keep huffing through my vocal chords so I didn't yell, it didn't keep my thighs from flexing, over and over on this poor man's head while my orgasm convulsed me. He took nothing for granted, and despite the convulsions, kept his force and rhythm of his tongue on my clit until I hit his forehead with the palm of my hand and begged him to stop, taking long breaths.

I felt about done for the day, if not the week, but Isaac clearly needed relief. He slithered back up my body, kissing my belly and tits along the way until his lips met mine. It wasn't the first time I tasted myself (Quinn loved making me lick my juices off her fingers and dildos) but this felt different, like Isaac really sharing me with his mouth and tongue; as if he wanted me to taste my own orgasm. His fully erect cock poked insistently at my belly, and I knew it was my turn (or his turn, whatever).

After a minute of post-orgasm making out, I put a hand on him to guide him over on his back and we switched, me being on top. I went in reverse, moving from his mouth to kissing his pecs and even tonguing his nipples. He hissed and moaned, on my way down and then I grabbed it.

It felt like the first time I'd ever handled one because of just how much bigger it was. I held it at the base, like a rod, in my right hand, letting my hand luxuriate in the grip of it. I gave it little squeezes that made Isaac moan, then finally opened wide to take it in.

I could barely get my lips past the head without him scraping my teeth a little, which up to that point, even with Ro, I managed to do with every cock I'd sucked. I felt taken back to when I was a total virgin, not sure how I could even proceed. As I tried to move my mouth a little further, my right hand that held his shaft tightened and started a slight jerking motion, which elicited more moans. "Well at least I got the head in," I thought as I jacked him in my mouth. I then had the bright idea to just use my tongue as much as possible to swish around the head as I held him in my mouth and jerked the shaft. That should do something, right?

"Ahhhh...oh! FUCK!" he intoned while I did this. Clearly it was working and I was both so turned on and so proud of myself at the same time. It wasn't thirty seconds before he grabbed my head by the sides and pulled me off his dick. "Okay, stop." He then reached to his nightstand and fished around the top drawer until he pulled out one of his magnum condoms. He tore the package easily and slipped it out. He paused for a half-second and looked at me. I returned his gaze. "You wanna put it on?"

"Ehrm...yeah, sure. But uh, I've never done it before, it's...usually something the guys take care of themselves."

"Find out," he said, handing me the condom.

I paused for a moment to give it a once-over; this funny little thing that was such an important barrier for so many people. With my left hand I grabbed his penis from the base and tried to match the rubber tip with his slit. Once I got it going, it rolled on fairly easily. "How's that?" I asked when I thought I had finished.

"Looks good; feels good. Next time though, when you're rolling it down, squeeze a little bit of the tip, like this; that way it leaves somewhere for the uh...stuff to go."

"Mmmmm, the stuff, huh?" I said in my best mock-up of a seductress and we both giggle-kissed as I climbed on top of his resting body, holding the cock below me, positioning my body for an initial thrust. Though I was turned on and very wet, I still braced myself for the intrusion of the massive tool which I wasn't used to. I had only had sex with Isaac one time before, and I was drunk and had been slowly turned on by him over the course of hours.

And it was an intrusion.

I felt a massive stretching in muscles on my vagina but when I felt like I had bottomed out, I could still feel I had an inch or two to go. I must have been so drunk and horny when Isaac fucked me the first time because this felt different; still pleasurable, but feeling the stretching much more. I started trying to move in-and-out to see if I could eventually get it to go all the way in. Isaac started to get impatient and I could feel him thrust up a little bit to try and meet me, but it was a bit difficult.

My thighs started to get tired from the position and I slowed down. "Turn over," Isaac said. I dismounted and felt my lady already getting sore.

"Where do you want me to...uh..." Isaac said nothing as he grabbed my haunches and moved me onto my hands and knees. He penetrated me quickly, hard, wordlessly, and I suddenly lost control of my ability to keep my voice down. Worse than that, I was making sounds I'd never made. Even though his cock was about the same size as my vibrator, it's completely different feeling a strong pair of hands guide your entire lower half onto a huge, real penis that almost immediately started hitting what I think was my g-spot.

Despite slamming into me fairly hard, he was conscious of his size and didn't go all the way in, but just...it felt like he was using my body to stroke the top half of his cock, and the sensation was overwhelming. I collapsed onto the bed and put my face into the sheet to try and muffle my moans.

Then the impossible happened: I knew from experience and from reading that most women don't orgasm during vaginal intercourse and there was nothing wrong with that; in fact, I'd come (hehe) to expect that that wouldn't happen with me, but of course I enjoyed all the other aspects of sex. But once Isaac started going in all the way, absolutely knocking the back end out of me, feeling his balls and his thighs SLAP hard on my ass, I lost it...HARD.

The orgasm crashed through me, hard and fast, like a sudden and unexpected wave when you're swimming at the beach. It was quick, but intense, and after that I was a puddle, and got limp as I just let Isaac use me. He could've done anything to me in that moment...and I loved the feeling. I finally, viscerally, understood some of the metaphors for amazing sex like "wrecked" and "destroyed."

Isaac's orgasm soon followed, a slow escalation of volume in grunting and moaning culminating in a literal big O that neighbors surely could have heard outside the house.

Panting, we lay together, catching our respective breaths. I had no thoughts, and so many thoughts simultaneously; nothing could be verbalized. Isaac moved over to big-spoon me, and in his arms I felt as if I could stay forever in that state. It was better than any drug I'd had up to that point. I wanted to tell him that it was amazing, that HE was amazing, and that I'd love to do this again and again for all eternity, and I would have meant it. But I was still so insecure and on having this thought, I suppressed it. After all, I was the one who said this would only be a "friends with benefits" kind of thing, and so one wasn't supposed to be all emotional because of sex...no matter how mind-melting it was. So I kept my mouth shut and enjoyed the afterglow.

We had planned on going out, but ended up just having sex again. A bit slower this time, less intense, and I didn't orgasm, but still deeply satisfying. Isaac wanted to show me this hiking trail that led to a wonderful view of the area, but by the time we finished the sun was starting to set so I took a raincheck. It was a good time to leave anyway, as my parents weren't expecting me to stay out late that day.

I cleaned up as best I could without showering, and put all my clothes back on. Isaac walked me to the door of the house, and just outside it, we said our goodbyes in the form of some kissing and groping. At that exact moment, Matt walked through the door, just in time to see me in Isaac's arms. I'm sure I blushed, and Isaac smiled sheepishly. "Oh, hey," said Matt. He was trying to be nonchalant, and averted his eyes and closed the door behind him.