Chapter 88

We all shook hands after the game, and my team congratulated the winners. Some of the guys told me that I could play with them anytime I wanted. I may have had a rough start, but my game had improved a lot towards the end. Although Daniel couldn’t help himself and said, “But next time, try to do it without having an orgasm! Okay?”

“I’ll try, but I can’t promise anything,” I said jokingly.

We then walked towards the pile of t-shirts lying next to the field. I stayed a little behind because I wasn’t sure what Brenda was expecting from me. Was I supposed to put my top back on and get stripped by Brenda later, or did I need to get naked right away? I had lost my bet, so I knew I would eventually end up without clothes.

Because of this, I was the last one walking towards the pile of clothes, and Frieda had picked up my top. She was walking towards me when Brenda stopped her and said, a little louder than appropriate, “You can give that to me!”

Frieda frowned at her and asked, “But it’s Anita’s!”

“Not anymore,” Brenda said, and smiled at me.

Well, it was apparent now. Brenda wanted me naked, right now. Frieda hesitated to give it to Brenda for a moment, so I told her, “It’s okay. We had a bet going and I lost.”

“A bet going?” Frieda asked.

Brenda beamed when she said, “If she lost, I would get all her clothes. If she won, she would get all my clothes.”

Frieda’s eyes got huge while she gasped, “You mean...”

Brenda just giggled, turned to me, and said, “So, slave! Hand them over!”

So, I was also being her slave again, it seemed. I walked over to her, and I noticed that everyone was looking at me. Well, with how loud Brenda had spoken, everyone had heard what was about to happen. Even some of the guys on the neighboring fields must have heard it, because they were also looking in my direction.

When I reached Brenda, she was holding my top. I didn’t hesitate for a second and started to undo my skirt. First, the button, then the zipper. For show, I let the skirt just drop to the ground, stepped out of it, and then bent over at the waist to pick it up. Those few behind me must have had a nice view of my ass, and probably still somewhat wet pussy.

After I stood straight again, I gave the skirt to Brenda. I loved how all those boys—and even girls—were checking me out. While they for sure had seen everything already, it seemed they liked me standing there now, completely naked, except for the sneakers I was still wearing, but not for long anymore.

I had noticed Brenda looking down at my feet for a moment, telling me without words that I needed to give them to her as well.

I’m not sure why I did this, but I sat down on the ground and, with my legs spread, slowly started untying the laces of my sneakers. I could have easily stepped out of my sneakers and handed them over to Brenda, but I had decided to give all of them a little show.

While I was undoing the laces, I also managed to look at my own pussy and noticed my labia were still red and swollen. A little less than before, but still obviously different from how my pussy usually looked. And, my vagina entrance was also still open, showing a little of the inside of it, and then turning into a black hole.

I waited to pull off my sneakers until I had undone the laces of both of them. Then I pulled them off, while still sitting on the ground, and only got up when I had both of them in my hands. After I had given Brenda the sneakers, I was again completely naked, but this time in the park in the city. The big city this time.

“So, guys, what do you think of my slave now?” Brenda asked the others.

Most of them just stared at me, and I was slightly surprised that Rachel asked, “Brenda, are you sure of this?”

“Of what?”

“Are you really going to let her walk around naked like this?”

Brenda looked at me, smiled, and said, “Of course. Don’t you think she is pretty enough for it?”

Rachel looked at me and said, “Of course she’s pretty. Very pretty! But that’s not the point. What if the cops see her?”

Brenda shrugged and answered, “I’m sure they wouldn’t mind a sexy woman like her prancing her stuff in the city.”

“She will get arrested!” Rachel insisted. “You can’t make her do this!”

“Sure, I can,” Brenda responded. “And ... Slave, you love to do this for me, don’t you!”

“Yes, Mistress! I’ll do anything you want.” I told her and felt a rush of pleasure go through my body.

“Do you mean that?” Rachel asked me.

“Of course, Miss,” I told her. “She’s my Mistress, and I’ll do anything for her.”

“Aren’t you afraid of getting arrested?” Rachel wanted to know.

“Umm,” I responded, thought about it for a moment, and said, “I don’t care. If my Mistress wants me to run around naked, I will do it. Even when I get arrested, I don’t care.”

Some of the boys seemed a little shocked about what I had said, but most of them just smiled. It appeared they cared more about looking at my naked body than my safety. Not that I wasn’t safe, but they didn’t know this, of course.

Rachel sighed, let her eyes roam my body, and then smiled while saying, “Well, if you do this of your own free will, who am I to say you can’t. But don’t tell me I didn’t warn you when you end up with your naked ass in a cell in the precinct!”

“If it happens, it happens,” I told her. Not that I was afraid of it, but still, the thought of running into the police without my clothes made me feel a little uneasy. Even I knew that it could get uncomfortable for a moment until those officers of the law learn about my condition and that I’m protected by law to do this, and probably even crazier shit, without that, I could get arrested by them.

Rachel came a little closer to me and asked, “So, umm. Earlier ... did you really squirt or were you just peeing?”

I felt my cheeks getting warm again, but I didn’t really feel as if I was ashamed. Well, maybe just a pinch. “Yes. I was squirting for real,” I answered.

“Really!” she let out, sounding very interested in it. “Do you always squirt when you come?”

“I guess ... I do now ... yes,” I told her.

“Now? Is this something you started doing recently?”

“To tell you the truth. I started doing this this week. Since I started to run around naked all the time.”

“That’s interesting,” she said while thinking. “Could it be that you are constantly excited when you run around naked?”

I thought about it and said, “Maybe, I don’t know.”

“Are you feeling horny now?”

“No, not especially. But ... I do like the attention the boys are giving my body,” I said with a smile while looking at the boys who were staring at my naked body.

Rachel was thinking about something and then called out, “Brenda, do you have a second?” Brenda was standing with two boys, talking to them.

“Sure,” Brenda responded, then said something to the boys and came to Rachel and me. “Can I help you with something?” she asked Rachel.

“Well, it seems your slave here is a squirter. Would it be possible if she showed it to us all?”

Brenda looked at me, started smiling, and responded, “Sure. I wouldn’t mind seeing it also ... again.”

I hope I didn’t show it, but I felt a rush of excitement when Brenda said this. Brenda looked around, then pointed at a nearby picnic table. “Let’s go over there.”

It was one of those usual picnic tables you see in a lot of parks around the country, so nothing fancy. We walked over to it, and then Brenda said, “Just sit on the table with your feet on the bench, and show all my friends how obedient you are. Masturbate yourself for us until you come!”

Oh! Wow! went through my head. This is taking it a lot further than just being naked in the park in the city. Strangely enough, I didn’t feel bad about it; in fact, I could feel that the thought of doing this for all those guys was turning me on.

And so, I obeyed and sat on the table with my feet on the bench, and I spread my legs as wide as they could go. The sun was in front of me, so there wasn’t any shadow hiding any part of my body. I bet everyone was having a perfect view of my spread open pussy right now.

I started playing with my pussy. At first, I just slide my middle finger up and down the length of my slit, noticing that my vagina was still standing open when my finger reached it, so I slipped it inside and felt that my pussy was very wet. My body shivered slightly from excitement again. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, yet I loved it so much.

While I would have loved to take my time, I was also a little scared to get caught by any authority figure right now. While I was sure I wouldn’t get into trouble, running around naked outside, or even while masturbating in front of a crowd of people, I still felt a little as if I was doing something that could get me into trouble with them.

So, my finger quickly migrated to my clitoris, which was sticking out from my pussy in an obscene way. I think my clitoris hasn’t been this big, ever. The little nub felt hard and stiff, and when I touched it, it was almost as if it was attached to every nerve of my body. My whole body reacted to it, and I got a feeling I can’t really describe. The closest description I can give is that it felt like a million ants were walking over my body and giving me a kind of itch that felt very nice.

I started playing with my clit. My breathing became much faster, and I think I was even panting for air. I wished I could keep my eyes open, so I could look at all those boys and girls, looking at me masturbating for them. But the feelings were so intense that I had to close my eyes, and I held my head backwards while moaning.

I couldn’t believe that doing a thing like this could give me so much pleasure. I moaned a little louder when another clitoris enduced body shiver went up and down my spine.

And then I could feel it, that urge to pee was there again. But this time, because it was so intense, I could feel that it felt just a little different from when you really need to pee. In fact, while the feeling emanated from the same general area of my body, somewhere just above my pussy, it was just slightly at a different spot than when I really need to pee.

However, my mind quickly stopped focusing on it when I could feel that I was getting close to an orgasm. I moaned louder and louder while my body started to shake, and then it happened, I came with a bang. And yes, again, I squirted a couple of times while I was cuming like crazy.

I felt the strength leaving my body, and I fell backward on the table, my head was just over the edge and was hanging down, while I was panting like crazy and trying to catch my breath.

While my mind was shut down by the intense feelings I was having, it still registered the noise from the guys looking at me. It seemed they liked my little show, as evidenced by their hooting and applause.

To my surprise, I felt someone lifting my head, which made me open my eyes. It was Rachel; she was trying to get me up again so I could sit upright on the table. I let her help me, and she had to support me for a while so I could gather my strength again.

When I was breathing more calmly again, Rachel said, “That was amazing! I wish I were like you. Squirting looks so awesome!”

I looked at her and smiled. That was all I could do for now. She still had one arm around my back, while her other hand was lying on my thigh.

I think it took me at least another couple of minutes to recover from my intense orgasm, but then I started to notice all those guys in front of me, still staring at me. They were all smiling, and some of them even managed to look me in the eyes, instead of staring at my breasts or my pussy. Because, yes, as you guessed, I was still sitting there with my legs open.

“Are you back with us?” Rachel asked with a giggle in her voice.

I exhaled and said, “Yes, I’m back.”

“Wow, girl! That was the most intense orgasm I have ever witnessed. I think that being naked is more exciting to you than you know yourself.”

“Maybe,” I let out. “But, I can’t complain. It felt very nice when I came.”

Rachel giggled again and said, “Some of the boys even needed to jump out of the way, that’s how hard you squirted. I think you even caught some of them.”

I looked at the boys, standing right in front of me, and said, “I’m sorry!”

“Don’t,” one of them said, smiling. “Our mistake of getting so close to you!”

“Did I ... squirt on you?” I asked, teasingly.

“Only my lower arm,” he answered, still smiling. He then started to blush a little while he added, “But it gave me the chance to taste it.”

“You tasted it?” the guy next to him asked.

His blush deepened while he answered, “I just need to know.”

“And?” the other guy wanted to know.

“It tasted like water, nothing else ... well, maybe a little salty.”

The other guy switched, looking at his friend and my pussy.

Rachel giggled and asked him, “What are you thinking? Do you also want to taste it?”

“No, no!” he said, now also starting to blush.

It was obvious to me, and probably Rachel, that he had been thinking about it.

Rachen then patted me on the inside of my thigh, making a surprisingly wet sound, and said, “You’d better close your legs before you catch some flies with that hole of yours!”

I’m not sure if she wanted to embarrass me or just wanted to be funny, but it did make me look down at my pussy and see how my labia were engorged and red. And by the slight tikkling I felt inside my vagina, I had a feeling it was still standing open. I didn’t check it with my fingers, but decided to close my legs. I then looked at the boys and girls and said, “The show is over. Sorry, guys!”

To my surprise, they applauded for me again. I got down from the picnic table and then took my theatrical bow. Which made some of them chuckle.

I wasn’t sure about what to do next, but Brenda then came to me and said, “I’m sorry to say, but I need to go home now. It’s already later than I had anticipated, so you will need to go back to your car on your own.”

While hearing her say this shocked me a little, I think I managed to hide it from all of them and said, “I’m sorry to hear this, Mistress, but I’m sure I’ll manage.”

“You’re not even going to bring her back?” Patricia suddenly spoke up. She had been to the sidelines for a while now, and I had almost forgotten about her. It surprised me that she suddenly spoke up like this. And then I remembered she was only sixteen and had seen me masturbating as well.

Brenda looked at Patricia, and I think I noticed her winking at her, while she said, “Well, if you want. You can take her back. I’m sure my slave wouldn’t mind me giving you control over her.” Brenda then looked at me and didn’t ask, but ordered me, “From now on, Patricia has full control over you. You will do everything she tells you. Do you understand, slave!”