Page 3 of Seven is Swell

“Mmm,” I agree, eyes fluttering in delight.

“We have to teach the new people in your life how you need to be taken care of. Cory, take note.” August is trembling, and I knowhe’s already trying to prevent himself from shooting a load down my throat.

I learned a new trick, though.

In my weeks of singledom, I spent time trying to tap into bodysmith powers that I’ve never bothered with. There is a lot to learn on the internet. Parts of my brain are still recovering from the trauma, actually.

I focus on the muscle lining the entrance of my throat that I wouldn’t have known I could flex if it weren’t for the very helpful videos on the bodysmith education site my mother gave me a lifetime membership to for graduation, triggering it so it locks around Adam’s cock, keeping his tip deep in my throat and my jaw deliciously wide.

The results are instantaneous.

His legs shake and he throws his head back, and I watch what looks like a somewhat minor seizure, August crying out in little tidbits that sound remarkably like a dying donkey.

“What are you doing to him, Delaney?”

I blink up at Jackson, somewhat innocently. That’s actually hard to pull off when you have a cock piercing down into your airways.

“DELANEY!” August roars, and I keep sucking until I feel my belly tingle from the treat.

When his cock shrinks from overuse, he’s able to slip free, and no one catches him when he finally collapses backwards. Except that there’s suddenly a beanbag there.

“Had a feeling that beanbag wanted to be moved when I walked in,” Cory explains sheepishly.

I roll my head on my neck and shake out my arms, loving how good I feel right now.

I could go for more, honestly.

“What the fuck was that?!” Adam exclaims, backing away and looking a tiny bit scared of me.

“You don’t tell a bodysmith they can’t go down on you,” Jackson says as he steps in front of me.

“Yes, I think I’ve learned from my mistake…you were actually crying, weren’t you?”

I have an odd itch to stick my tongue out at Cory but seeing as how it’s still slightly covered in August’s cum, that feels a bit too advanced for our relationship.

“I fucking love giving head,” I explain instead like a reasonable adult.

I eye Jackson up and down. “You need to meet somebody.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“YES!” August shouts from his bean bag chair. This is the exact line I used on August when I pegged him, so he knows what’s up.

“I think it’s time for us to go…”

I know Adam is trying to run, but it’s hilarious when Cory shoves him into the couch and says, “Don’t you fucking dare. You want to court this woman? I just told her no head and broke her. We are not leaving this dorm until she gives us explicit permission to.”

Hmm. Crawling is fun.

“And now she’s a lion. That’s a…big kitty…”

Cory is backing up from me, silly person. They think I’m ferocious. I just want to play.

I lean back on my haunches and get ready to pounce, pinning them down as they shriek. I lick a stripe across the entirety of Cory’s face before prancing into my bedroom, nosing the box I want out into the living room.

“You’re going to have to shift back if you want to play, Delaney.”

I look to August, wondering how serious he is. Wow. That cum is hitting me like a shot of something pure and illegal, liquid fire through my veins. I drop down and stare at the carpet, mesmerized by the filaments in it.

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