Chloe has Shawn eating out of her...

Except for the things that went completely wrong, it was all going according to plan! Shawn had never seen so many gorgeous women simultaneously gushing for the touch of a man! Ah, but therein lay the rub. He would only get to indulge himself once before the orgy commenced. He must pick one who could entertain him without losing steam.

Itty... With their duet Hannah and Taylor had revealed themselves best friends with benefits, much as Shawn had always suspected. They wouldn't hesitate to devour each other's pussies and compete to be his sheath.

Bitty... The girl with the Latin complexion, plaything of that blond bimbo and Ashley, flushed even darker with heat. She would thank him through a mouthful of cock when Shawn allowed her to play with herself.

Tat... Kendra, shunning him, playing hard to get like it was a novel tactic. She thought she wanted to be seduced, but he would prove to her, here and now, that she craved to be taken. Love was of no concern to apex predators.

For titties. The redhead?

Of course. No one but the redhead. The way she discreetly monitored men's reactions to each turn. The way she nibbled her lips when kinky topics arose. The way she “recoiled,” bosom heaving, when she caught a pair of wandering eyes. He knew the type. No matter how much she ought to say “truth,” she was crying out for a dare.

When he posed the question to her, she opened her mouth, fumbled her words, swallowed. Shawn chose to interpret that as a good sign. He wasn't wrong.

“D-dare.” Then, more surely, “As long as I don't have to take my clothes off.”

“'Dare, as long as I get to pick the dare,'” Kendra sneered.

“Hey, lay off.” The fangs came out. “Both of you.”

“Calm down, Taylor, your face will freeze like that.” Shawn returned to his target, palms up in supplication. “Let's compromise on your blouse.”

Chloe pulled it free from her skirt. It was crazy, she thought. It was absurd. Her fingers shook around the next button, but then her tight, creased abs came into view. Those she was proud of. Those she had worked for. What came next was literally a scene out of her nightmares, the terror that lived in her heart of hearts. Why was she doing this?

Because Zack was wrapped around Hannah's finger, and Gavin had gotten at least that lucky with Taylor, and once, once in her life, a guy had made her feel like she was more than some lopsided elephant. Because it's not fucking fair, that's why.

Her full-cup bra smothered the goods, but it didn't leave her shape to one's fantasies either, and it was embroidered with black lace. That was what drew Shawn's attention. She'd dressed with the hope, but not the expectation, that she'd be entertaining someone here.

“Ok.” Chloe crossed her arms over her chest, tried to pass the motion off as stretching. “I pick...”

“Oh, no no no no.” Shawn wagged a finger at her sinking heart. “That wasn't your dare. That was prep work.” He stood and walked into the kitchen.

“Prep work for what?”

He answered with a clinking of glass jars. She kept her arms up, no feigned security at this point. Zack and Gavin's eyes were bugging out of their heads.

“Shawn? Taking off my top was prep work for what?”

He came back with a little red jar, the same shade as Chloe's face and Taylor's eyes.

The juice of the maraschino cherry followed the inescapable funnel of her cleavage. A freezing trickle passed beneath her bra, around her abs, pooling in her belly button. Shawn rolled it downward between her breasts, first gliding over her cleavage, then pressing it deeper, deeper, until her warm flesh enveloped it.

“I dare you,” he whispered, dramatically, so everyone could hear, “to allow me to retrieve the cherry per Peter's rules regarding hands.”

“I– what?” Peter himself leaned in. “Shawn, how are you supposed to do that? You'd have to–”

Too late they all saw how Shawn's game would play out. You'd have to take her bra off first.

She gave Shawn a little smile. It was, he had to admit, an admirable attempt at fearlessness. “You got me all messy. I... guess it's your job to clean me up.”

This girl had been starved for so long she'd roll over and howl at the moon for him.

The feathertip of his tongue lapped at her candied stomach. Drop by drop he drained the pool of cherry liquer, and then wet sandpaper grazed uphill. Involuntarily Chloe took his hair, muscles shifting against muscle through her skin. She didn't bite her lip as much as grind it into submission.

Just like Kendra. Shawn began kissing over the underwire. Got to draw the little fox into the open, and then...

“You're a delicious scoop of Neapolitan, aren't you?”

“Um. Let me.” She shooed his hands away, reached behind her back. Ohgodohgodohgodooooh “Neapolitan?”

“Vanilla skin. Chocolate freckles. Two ripe cherries.”

The black garment dropped forward. Every man dove to get a look at her, not even Hannah and Heather were too proud to check out the competition, but Chloe's timing was perfect. She was technically topless yet covered by her arms, knees clutched in a **** grip. A straight-on view offered little breast but generous cleavage, and nestled perfectly between them...

“One cherry.” Chloe couldn't tell what she was feeling any more. Dread? Exhilaration? Either way, there would be no compromise on this.

“As you wish.” For now, she could be allowed to think she was setting the rules. Chloe practically sang when he buried himself in her chest, and he was buried. He pushed until his nose went flat against her sternum, and if she had any presence of mind left she would have very seriously wondered how he could breathe down there. It was too right, too wrong, too much. She threw her head back, eyes fixed on the heavens, and let this beautiful sensation carry her off.

“It's strawberry,” Kendra huffed. “Vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry make Neapolitan.”

Victoria grimaced. Zack and Gavin looked... well, except for a pair of agonized erections, they were reacting appropriately to their best friend getting motorboated right beside them. “He's your ex. How is ice cream the part that bothers you?”

Shawn put his lips to work. A trail of puckers left inside Chloe's mounds, gentle, quick. Then the sucking, and the nibbling, and she felt positively radiant with each new hungry sound. The cherry was well within reach, but it didn't interest him any more. For all she knew, he could be determined to count every freckle before he went back for it, and having that sense of, of being appreciated overwhelmed any lasting restraints. Heather, she realized with glee, had to goad a boy into touching her with his hands. Chloe got one begging to worship her with his mouth with no effort at all. That was true power.

Shawn loved toying with his food. A dreadful habit, but it couldn't be helped. Yet another genius plot come to fruition! Still, it presented a bit of a problem. He oughtn't let himself drool on her if he next wanted to rid her of that skirt. With much regret, it was time to proceed.

Without someone's face between her boobs, Chloe felt a lack. Not exposed, but damn, a guy's hot breath on her skin felt so nice. He smirked at her. The cherry glistened in his teeth.

She puddled into him before he cupped her chin. His kisses were so sweet! That couldn't be the cherry, she though. His tongue parted her lips, and with a start she felt him pass the cherry between them. Minutes ago this would have been too scandalous to imagine, but here she was, opening wide, accepting him eagerly.

Jennifer cringed at the sloppy, juicy makeout. “Yecch. For a minute, maybe, this was hot, but now I think I might be sick.”

Gavin hid his face in his palms. “Don't worry, I'm gonna be sick enough for both of us.”

Chloe bit into the cherry, savoring its flavor. His flavor. His finger skimmed her lips and jaw. He had such a... commanding presence about him. Shawn could ask her anything, and she would never want to refuse him. He closed his eyes and leaned over her, so she did the same.

His lips smeared across her cheek, down her neck, and maybe he “lost balance” or maybe he was trying to pin her to the floor, but things got real weird real fast.

“Hey! Hey!” She couldn't wait for someone to rescue her this time. Both arms shot up, throwing him onto his ass. “Get offa me!”

Shawn came to. Had he blacked out? It couldn't have been for long, as Taylor and Hannah were dragging him across the floor by the wrists, shouting at him all the way. Probably to protect him from Chloe by the way her fists...

Oh damn. She was freckled everywhere. And Kendra had been on the money, her big inflamed nipples were more like strawberries.

“Relax. Relax!” He kicked out, and the other girls were **** to let go. “We're finished.”

Someone's sarcastic "Already?" broke the ice, a round of applause and laughter passing through the room. Taylor came back with a washcloth.

“How're you doing?”

“Me? I'm good.” Chloe dabbed at her neck, oblivious to the staring. “Really good! Way better than I was expecting!”

“Great! Great. Do you, uh.” Taylor did a thing with her shoulders. “Want to cover up?”