Ass, but Dana has other plans.

"Why do I have to choose– can't you just let me go?! Dana, Please!"

"Not a chance Babe. It's either your cute little butt…" she emphasizes by groping your ass again, "or this gorgeous penis you shaved just for me." The cruel girl finishes, giving your dick another stroke.

A moan escapes your lips, her touch feels electric, but you're freaking out, wracking your brain over the nightmare you've found yourself in; your crush, manhandling your naked body for her sick amusement. Her question comes back to your mind's forefront, and all you know is you couldn't handle the entire senior class seeing your dick: It isn't so much an ultimatum as it is avoiding the ultimate humiliation.

"F-fine, show them my butt…"

"What was that, Sexy?" Dana asks, a hand cupped over her ear.

"My butt…" you mumble out, too embarrassed to raise your voice above a susurration.

"A little louder, I still can't hear you~"

"Show them my ass!" You shout out, **** not to prolong this horrible teasing.

Dana laughs uproariously at your words, amused to no end by your torment; grabbing you by the chin, your well-endowed, raven haired crush coos, "Great choice Sam, dick it is."

"Wait! But you said—" You protest, but as your words try to make their escape, Dana interrupts by kissing you right on the lips.

After a few seconds, the rapacious bully pulls away from your heavenly embrace, with a sadistic smile decorating her black lips. Not letting up her ****, she presses you harder into the flagpole and leans in, looming closer until you can feel her breath; she tells you, "I only asked so I could watch you squirm."

The cruel girl laughs, but stops herself short of a full-on cackle; the powerful young woman gazes into your eyes, seeming to get lost in them as you meet her beautiful hazel irises. After a moments hesitation—the two of you taking a moment to catch your breath—she dives in for another kiss. And it's a damn good one.

The kind of kiss that muffles the world, leaving existence an afterthought, while what matters is this hot girl's tongue dancing down your throat, her breasts crushing into your naked form as she embraces you so passionately that it's a struggle to reciprocate.

A daze of guilty pleasure clouds your mind, while Dana just smiles a knowing smile. Why does she seem so self-satisfied? Because during the kiss, she retied her jacket so your arms are hoisted above your head, leaving you unable to hide anything; your arms couldn't possibly be further from your hairless penis— you've been left feckless, exposed, ****.

Your crush, admiring her handiwork—as well as your naked body—teases, "I love the 'tied up and helpless' look Sam, I think it suits you."

Giggling again at your peril, she goes ahead and puts her mitts back on you, not wasting any precious groping time. Her hand caresses your chest, tracing the subtle, yet taut muscles that lie there; she winds her eager fingers further and further down, not stopping the sensuous movement until she grabs fistfuls of your bubbly ass. Dana works your sore, reddened cheeks like dough and makes a stunning discovery as you rotate in her grip, now facing her ass-first.

"Would you look at that, guess I didn't have to choose— those lucky girls'll get to see it all!"

Your ass and cock, Hell, your entire **** body is at your crush's mercy. Gulping loudly under Dana's ravenous gaze, you wonder whether she has any mercy. Not that things weren't already less fortuitous than a black cat in a mirror smashing factory. As if on cue, the school bell peals, and the student body pours out, crashing like waves into the courtyard. A blush deeper than the Mariana Trench spreads over your grimacing visage; freaking out at the bodies gushing forth from the school, you start to yank at the jacket binding your arms above you, feeling utterly helpless as you flail, naked and afraid.