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.
