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 ï>¿The Club by Story Guy

   Chapter 16

   The five walked to the clubhouse, Rita and Marsha whispering most of the
way.  Marsha still did her best to stretch the tee down to stay covered. 
It was a loosing battle though.  Mark lagged behind a bit and was treated
to glimpses of Marsha's ass regularly, especially when she would pull the
tee down in front, lifting it in the back.

   Once they reached the clubhouse, all but Marsha shucked their clothing.
Mark, Meg, and Gail waded into the water, but Rita stayed with Marsha and
the two continued to whisper.  Finally Marsha grabbed the tee and lifted it
over her head, but quickly brought it down in front of her trying
"nonchalantly" to cover herself.  After a few words from Rita, Marsha
dropped the tee, but kept her hands in front of her pussy as she waded into
the water.

   The four friends all frolicked together, but Marsha still kept her
distance.  The three girls did notice every time Mark's cock came into view
and Marsha's eyes were glued to it.  After a half hour or so she did seem
to relax some, but still seemed to stay neck deep in the water.

   The the other two girls walked out of the water, leaving Mark and Marsha
alone in the water.  As the girls had a little conference, Mark waded over
to Marsha.  "You OK now?" he asked.

   "Yes," she blushed.  "It's just strange swimming naked, especially with
you here.  I've never done anything like this before.  Do you do it a lot?"


   "I don't know...  I guess.  It's a club and that's just what we do," he
answered.  Mark blushed slightly when he noticed Marsha looking into the
water at his still hard cock and turned away from her just as Rita came
back in the water.

   "Gail and Meg are going over to Mish's house to tell her what's going on
and then over Sue's to get something Marsha can wear home.  Us three can
stay here and swim or whatever," Rita stated.

   "I feel so stupid...  I took my suit off and let three boys look at me,
then they stole it and I don't even have clothes to put on to go home,"
Marsha frowned.  "I know Mark gave me his shirt, but even still...  Now I'm
swimming naked with a boy!" Suddenly, after seeing the look on Rita's and
Mark's face, added, "I don't mind swimming with you guys, really!  It's
just...  I've never done anything like this before.  It feels funny just
being naked.  You're not mad at me for saying that, are you?"

   "No, I know how you feel," Rita comforted.  "We used to be all girls
here, then Meg and Mark moved here, so we decided to invite them.  It was
weird having a boy, but it worked out OK.  He saw all of us, but we saw him
too.  We now have another boy in the club.  We kinda do stuff..."

   Mark had wandered away a bit.  "You do stuff?" Marsha questioned.  Rita,
realizing she had said too much, but it was too late to do much about it,
just nodded.  "You've done stuff with him?" Marsha continued.  Rita again
nodded.  "Like what?"

   "Do you want to do stuff too?" Rita asked.

   "No...  Yes...  I don't know..." Marsha stammered.  "Do what?"

   "Has a boy ever put his thing in you?"

   "No!  I never even saw one before today!" Marsha defended.

   "You do know what boys and girls do though, right?" Rita questioned. 
Marsha nodded.  "Ever wonder what it was like?" Marsha shook her head. 
"Yes you have; I know it.  Every girl does," countered Rita.

   "Well...  Yeah, I've wondered I guess, but I'd never do it," confessed
Marsha.

   "Why?" Rita asked.

   "Girls aren't supposed to do that.  Besides, if she does it, everybody
hears about it because boys tell everything," Marsha explained.

   Rita sensed something in Marsha.  "You took your clothes off and let the
boys see you so you could see them.  You didn't mind if they saw you then,
right?" Marsha hung her head.  "You just got mad because they tricked you.
No one here is going to trick you, especially Mark.  He's nice.  What
happens here stays here; it's all secret.  It's why you didn't know I came
here.  I bet you knew about what happens at the swimming hole, right? 
Everyone does.  Nancy is a slut.  Everyone knows that too," Rita preached.

   "Yeah, I knew...  I wanted to know stuff and Nancy said she'd show me
everything.  I know about her too, but..." Marsha confessed.

   "So...  Do you want to do stuff with Mark?  At least you can trust him,"
Rita offered.

   "I don't know...  I don't want to go all the way, but..." Marsha
started.

   "If you want, I'll go first, but you gotta do it too," Rita interrupted.
"You don't have to go all the way.  Do you want him to do you in the
butt?�

   "That's nasty!  He wouldn't do it that way.  Besides, I heard it hurts,"
commented Marsha.

   "He will," answered Rita in a soft voice.  "He's done it to me.  It
hurts at first, but then feels good.  If I let you watch him do me in the
butt, will you do it after?"

   "Here?  Now?" Marsha gasped.  Rita nodded.  Marsha thought for a moment,
then whispered, "OK."

   Rita waded over to Mark.  "Wanna do me and Marsha in the butt?" she
giggled.  Mark perked right up.  "There's a catch...  You gotta do me first
and let Marsha watch, then after you do Marsha you gotta let her explore
you, OK?" Rita waded back over to Marsha followed by a grinning Mark.  "He
said yes.  First he'll do my butt while you watch, then he'll do yours. 
After we get to explore him," Rita relayed to Marsha.

   "Um...  OK," Marsha answered nervously.  She watched in fascination as
Rita walked to the edge of the water, knelt down, and presented her ass to
Mark.  He quickly knelt down behind her and grabbed his ever hard cock and
aimed it at her opening.  Slowly he pushed forward.

   Marsha's eyes widened as she watched the cock sink into the girl's ass.
Her face scrunched some as he eased in, but she made no noise.  Once he
seemed to be in all the way, he eased out some, then pushed slowly back in.
This was repeated, but each time it became faster and harder until he was
slamming hard against her ass.  "I'm gonna cum!" he blurted as he violently
slammed forward and stayed still with his face screwed up.  He then pumped
a few more times before staying deep inside her.

   The two remained motionless for a while and then finally separated. 
"What happened?" Marsha gasped after seeing Mark's now limp cock.

   "He did me and put him cum in me, stupid.  You saw him.  Mark, go wash
off so you can do Marsha," Rita suggested.  Mark walked into the water.

   "I mean what happened to his thing?  It's smaller and hanging down now,"
Marsha whispered.

   "That's what happens to boys when they cum.  Didn't you know that?" Rita
questioned.

   "Of course I did!" Marsha excused.  "I just didn't expect it to get that
much smaller.  Will he get hard again?  Did it hurt much?  He actually had
a cum inside you?  What did it feel like?"

   "He'll be hard again soon. ...and yes, I told you it hurts at first, but
then it feels good," Rita explained as she squatted down in the water. 
Although Marsha didn't realize it, Marks cum was now oozing out of Rita's
ass.  "Kneel down in front of me."

   Marsha wasn't sure what was going on, but did as she was asked.  Rita's
hand went to her back and she pushed.  Marsha assumed she wanted her to
lean forward, which she did.  Suddenly she jumped up again when something
touched her asshole.  "What are you doing?" she blurted.

   "Putting my finger in you so you know what it feels like.  Kneel back
down...  and keep quiet," Rita ordered.

   Marsha knelt back down as she was, but was now not only nervous, but
very uneasy.  Rita's finger went back to her asshole and Marsha felt
pressure.  "Relax it.  If you don't Mark won't be able to get in," Rita
whispered.  Marsha understood, but found it hard to do although she did her
best.

   Rita's finger slipped in.  It didn't really hurt, but it did feel very
strange.  Marsha had put her own finger in at times when she explored her
body, but it was someone else's finger in her now.  Her face turned red
when she heard Mark say, "You ready?"

   Rita's finger pulled out.  "Yep, she's all ready for you," Rita
answered.

   Marsha couldn't speak.  She jumped slightly when Mark knelt down behind
her and she felt what she knew was his cock touch her asshole.  Somehow she
managed to stay down though.  She felt Mark begin to push, but he wasn't
going in.  "Relax and let him in," Rita encouraged.

   Although scared, Marsha tried to relax herself.  Eventually she felt her
ass begin to open.  Mark kept pushing.  At first it wasn't bad, but it
started to hurt.  "He doesn't fit.  He's too big.  It hurts," Marsha
mumbled.

   "He will fit.  It only hurts when he goes in, then it feels good.  You
can do it," Rita encouraged again.

   "Ow!  Stop!" Marsha blurted as Mark finally opened her enough to start
sliding in.

   "No!" Rita countered.  "Let her get used to it, Mark."

   Tears began to flow, but the others didn't notice because all had been
swimming.  Mark's cock in her ass felt like a tree trunk, but was slowly
getting more bearable.  Not wanting them to know how she felt and with the
pain now almost gone, Marsha mumbled, "OK."

   Slowly Mark began to pump.  As Rita had told her, Marsha began to feel
those good feelings.  It also excited her that a boy's cock was inside her.
She felt her fire starting.  The world faded until all that was left was
her body and the cock inside it.  Her hand went between her legs as she
parted them some.  She was so close.

   Marsha's fingers hit her love button as she felt Mark's cock start to
pulse within her.  Furiously she rubbed "her spot" and suddenly she
erupted. Mark's cock was almost vibrating deep inside her which only
amplified her orgasm.

   "You'll fit right in," Marsha heard a girl say as Mark's cock pulled out
of her ass.  She jumped up and her face turned bright red.  "Sorry!" she
blurted as she turned white and felt as if she would pass out.

   "It's OK," Meg comforted.  "We all get carried away.  We brought you
some clothes," she added as she handed Marsha a bag.

   Marsha took the bag, opened it, and pulled out a top and a pair of
shorts.  Happy now she dressed, but had no panties to put on.  She had gone
braless many times, but no panties somehow seemed different.



   Chapter 17

   The five left as a group, but the four girls talked softly among
themselves mostly ignoring Mark.  Mark walked behind them and, as he
walked, his mind sort of wandered, not paying attention to where they were.


   "Mark, I'm going over to Gail and Rita's.  Can you walk Marsha home?"
Meg asked in a now louder voice.

   "Huh?  Um...  Yeah, I guess," Mark stammered.

   "Thanks.  I just don't want to meet up with those others alone.  You
don't mind, do you?  If you have something else to do..." Marsha smiled.

   "No, it's fine," Mark interrupted.  He actually liked the idea.  She was
somehow different than the others and he liked that.  "Lead on," he smiled
as he held out his hand, hoping...

   Marsha tentatively took his hand.  She was a bit nervous about it
because it was what she wanted, but didn't know if she should.  They walked
in silence for a while.  "It's weird not wearing any panties," she finally
muttered.  After a few moments with no reply, she added, "Does Meg not wear
any sometimes?  Do you?" After realizing what she had said, she blushed. 
"I know you don't wear panties."

   Mark noticed the discomfort immediately.  "Yeah, she goes without
sometimes and you're right, I don't wear panties, but I do go without
undies," he laughed.

   His laughter relaxed Marsha again.  "Rita was right.  You are nice."

   "You are too," Mark replied, then kicked himself thinking how stupid his
comment must have seemed to her.  Fortunately she smiled and blushed
slightly.

   "Up here," Marsha said as she led him off the path.  "This is where I go
when I want to be alone.  We...  Um...  I never...  Ah...  I didn't get to
look at you before.  If I let you see me again can I...  Um...  Would you
let me look at you?" Mark nodded making Marsha smile again.  "This is my
spot," she announced as they went into a small clump of trees.

   "It's nice," Mark muttered.  He didn't add that he knew the place.  It
was where he had taken Gail's virginity.

   Marsha let go of his hand and moved in front of him.  "Um..." she
stuttered trying to think of how she could word her request that he pull
his shorts down.  Mark, somehow realizing what she wanted, pushed his
shorts down, freeing his erect cock as they fell to his ankles.

   Marsha fell to her knees, putting Mark's boyhood at her eye level.  Her
mind began to focus on this new part of a boy.  She brought her hand up to
touch him then realized what she was doing and immediately dropped it
again. "It's OK if you touch me," Mark said softly seeing what she had
done.

   She lifted her head and looked at his eyes.  He was looking down at her.
She watched him as her hand raised waiting for a reaction.  There was none.
Her fingers explored him and her eyes dropped back down to his crotch.  No
more was said as she felt everything - his cock, his balls, then back to
his cock.  She discovered he had a foreskin and moved it over the head and
back again.

   Mark watched her as she explored.  Her touch was electrifying and he
wished she would do more.  He realized, though, she was studying him, not
really trying to excite him, even though she was doing a good job of it
anyway.

   Marsha was fascinated by Mark's boyhood, but also excited by it.  She
wasn't sure how long she had explored, but, even though she could have
spent the rest of the day just doing that, began to feel self conscious
about it.

   Reluctantly she pulled her hand away.  She had told him he could look at
her again and suddenly wanted him to see her.  Her hands went to her shorts
and she pushed them down and, as she sat back, she pulled them completely
off.  She bent her knees and opened her legs as wide as she could, giving
him the best view possible.  Resting back on her elbows, she muttered
smilingly, "Your turn." Without pulling up his shorts, he knelt down
between her outstretched legs.  "You can touch if you want to," she added,
actually hoping he would.

   At first Mark just looked, not sure how much she was really willing to
do.  She stayed motionless, watching him, but continued to smile.  Slowly
he reached for the bottom of the tee she was wearing.  Unsure how she would
react, he slowly began to push it up.

   Marsha was leaning back and, as Mark began to push her tee up, she felt
it pull on her back as she was sort of leaning on it.  Without thinking
about it, she lifted her back slightly, freeing the garment.  Slowly he
continued to push it up until it was at her armpits; her breasts completely
exposed.  Her breathing was getting deeper as her excitement grew.  In the
past many boys had tried to feel her, but she had always avoided their
advances.  This time she wanted him to see all of her.

   The world, and her inhibitions, had faded away.  All she was aware of
was her naked body being looked at by a boy equally as exposed with a
beautiful, stiff cock between his legs.  His hands went to her tits,
playing with her nips.  "That feels good," she muttered, encouraging him
more.  Her hand went between her legs as she tried to touch his cock. 
"Move up," she whispered wanting it within reach.

   Mark's mind had shut off and his "other mind" had taken control.  He
pushed his hips forward, moving his cock within her reach.  Her hand
immediately found it.  Slowly he leaned forward until he was hovering over
her.  One hand was on the ground supporting his body while the other played
with her now stiff nip.

   His fingers on her nip were sending little jolts of ecstasy throughout
her body.  His cock was now like a hot, rock hard, but soft rod in her
hand. It was so close to her pussy she could almost feel the heat.  Her
pussy was wet and on fire.  Instinctively she bent his cock down and began
rubbing it along her slit.

   "I thought you weren't ready..." Mark questioned.

   At first Marsha didn't answer, but kept rubbing.  "Um...  I wasn't... 
I...  Um...  I don't know...  I've never done it...  I'm scared...  Go
easy," She stammered.  Mark slowly began to push.  Marsha sucked her breath
in, but didn't try to stop him as he started to slid into her.  "Oh..." she
said softly.

   Mark, mustering all the will power he had, asked, "Want me to stop?" as
he stopped pushing.

   "Yes...  No, keep going," Marsha answered in a breathy voice.  Mark
resumed pushing, but slower now.  "You in yet?" she mumbled.

   "Almost," Mark said as he pushed the rest of the way and his belly met
hers.  "I am now..."

   Marsha was relieved.  She had heard the stories, both good and bad.  She
had broken her hymen when she was young, but still thought it might hurt.
She did feel stuffed, but it was a good feeling.  She had no idea what she
was supposed to do though.

   Mark waited for a moment to see what her reaction would be, but there
was none.  Not able to stop himself now, he began to pump.  With all the
previous stimulation, it wasn't long before he shot his load.  As his
moment passed and he began to shrink, he muttered, "Sorry," as he pulled
out of her and laid down beside her.

   "Wow..." she said softly.  "Don't be sorry.  I wanted you to do it. 
I... Um...  That was my first time.  I didn't have a cherry because I broke
it when I was little.  You were my first though.  I know I said I wasn't
ready before, but I didn't want to do it in front of the others.  I let you
do my butt because Rita did and I...  I don't know...  I didn't know what
to say and everyone was so nice to me...  I did want you to do it now
though.  Are you mad at me?" Marsha rambled.

   "No, of course not.  Why would I be?" Mark questioned, but Marsha only
shrugged.  "Are you mad because I did Rita?"

   "No, it's not like I own you or anything.  I know you...  Um...  Ah...
Yeah," she tried to explain, but ended up blushing.

   "If you don't want me to do stuff with them, I won't," Mark offered.

   "Why would you stop?" asked Marsha.

   "They're just friends and..." Mark began, but wasn't sure how to express
himself.  "Um...  We should get dressed so you can go home."

   "Yeah...  I guess," Marsha sighed as she stood up.  Her top fell back
into place.  As Mark began to stand up she felt his cum start to drool out
of her pussy.  Embarrassed and not sure what to do, she quickly grabbed her
shorts and pulled them on.  She felt the cum start to run down her leg, but
at least he wouldn't notice, she hoped.

   Once Mark had dressed, Marsha lead the way towards her house.  Mark
hadn't realized it, but she lived very close, just a short distance from
where they were.  Upon seeing the house, Marsha stopped.  "The girls asked
if I wanted to join the club..." and she paused.

   "And?" Mark encouraged.

   "Um...  Would you mind?  I know you're a member too...  and another
guy's there too," she questioned.

   "Of course not, but does the other guy bother you?" he answered.

   "No, not really...  I guess.  I guess he'll see me too, but I'll see
him. You OK with that?" Marsha debated.

   Mark wasn't sure what she was getting at.  "What's bothering you?"

   "I don't know...  I had fun today, well after those boys.  It was fun
getting naked, seeing you...  and you seeing me.  I've never done anything
like that and thought I'd hate it.  The only reason I went was everyone but
me had seen a boy already, except me.  I didn't want to get naked, but
Nancy said it was only fair and she said it was no big deal anyway.  We
were supposed to let them see us and then they were going to let us see and
touch them.  Nancy told me everything was set.  I'm so stupid...  Anyway, I
liked being naked today, even with you.  I like you...  I don't want you to
think I'm a slut because I join and let the other boy see me too..." Marsha
tried to explain.

   "I'd never think that.  I'd...  Um...  It would be fun to have you join.
We could get to see each other..." Suddenly Mark began to blush slightly.

   A smile came over Marsha's face.  "They told me about joining...  I
wouldn't do it if you weren't there.  Would you...  Um...  Ah...  Could you
sponsor me?  I know I'll have to get naked to join and do some other stuff.
I'd...  Um...  I'd feel better if you were the one doing it to me," Marsha
blushed.

   "You OK with Ron seeing you naked?" he asked.  Marsha pondered for a few
moments, then nodded.  "OK then, I'll sponsor you."



   Chapter 18

   When Mark got home there was a note on the table.  His parents had gone
into town and were going out to eat and then to a movie.  Instructions were
left that supper was in the refrigerator and they would be home about 9:30
or 10.  He sighed in relief.  He didn't really want to talk to anyone.  He
was intrigued by Marsha, but also confused about both his and her feelings.
He put the note back on the table and headed for his space in the barn.

   As Meg approached she saw Mark go into the barn.  It surprised her
because usually when they had been gone all day their mother had a long
list of things she wanted done when they got back.  She walked into the
house and noticed the note.  After reading it, she walked to the barn.

   She climbed the ladder and peered into the doorway.  Mark was just
sitting, leaning against the far wall.  "Can I come in?" she asked from the
entry.  Mark shrugged.  "I saw the note...  We have the house to ourselves
for a few hours." Mark shrugged again.  "Is everything OK?" Meg questioned,
seeing her brother seemingly somewhat depressed.

   "Yeah, everything's fine.  Why?" he replied.

   "You seem a little depressed.  Did everything go OK with Marsha?"
questioned Meg.

   "I'm fine. ...and yeah.  Why did you ask about her?" Mark answered as he
looked up.

   "Did you do her?  Did she get all upset or something?" Meg pushed.

   "No!" Mark blurted.

   Meg just looked at him for a moment.  Mark, seeing her look at him,
turned his head away from her.  "You did do her...  You know, she really
likes you.  She was asking us a bunch of questions about...  well...  I
know you did her butt at the clubhouse.  When we were walking back she
seemed to want more.  She almost jumped for joy when I offered to go to
Gail and Rita's so you could walk her home.  Did she get upset after?"

   "No...  I kinda like her too.  She wants to join the club.  She said you
guys had told her what goes on and she said she's OK with that.  I told her
about Ron, but she said she already knew, but I'd be there too so she was
OK with that too," Mark began.

   "Sounds like my little brother has a crush on someone," Meg grinned. 
"Isn't she a little young for you?"

   "Pffft...  Little by what?  15 minutes??? ...and her boobs are bigger
than yours and she even has more hair," Mark blurted.

   Meg knew her boobs were bigger, but chose to ignore that.  "You're so
dumb...  I know she has more hair.  She has more hair than anyone, stupid.
She doesn't trim it, that's why!"

   "Trim it???  You trim yours?" Mark replied with surprise.

   "Of course!  You've seen it.  Didn't you ever wonder why it only grows
on top?  Don't you think it grows all over?" Meg blurted.

   "I don't know..." Mark muttered, now embarrassed.

   "Girls have to trim so it doesn't poke out all over the place.  Some
even shave it all off," Meg explained, now calmer.  "I don't think Marsha
has ever trimmed hers.  I don't see how she can wear a swimsuit.  It's
gotta poke out when she does.  You've seen me enough anyway...  Want me
show you?"

   "OK," Mark answered.

   That was not the answer Meg wanted nor expected.  He had seen her many
times already, but that wasn't her issue.  He did seem sincere though and
she had offered.  Trying to act as nonchalant as possible, she pushed her
shorts down.  "See?  If you look here you can see it beginning to grow
back," she blushed, pointing out what she was talking about.  "I can't
believe I'm showing my brother how I shave my pussy," she blushed even
more.

   "What's the big deal?" Mark said, trying to be objective about it.

   "Do you shave your thing?" she questioned.  Mark shook his head.  "Maybe
you should...  Show me your hair.  You said it was no big deal..."

   Suddenly the table had been turned on Mark.  After what he had just
said, he'd look stupid objecting, so he had no choice.  He stood up and
dropped his shorts, freeing his ever hard cock.  Meg, with her shorts still
at her ankles, dropped to her knees and looked closer.  "As usual, hard,"
she quipped.  "Your hair is all messy," she announced after studying for a
moment.  "I bet I could make it look nicer for you."

   "No!  You're not shaving my hair!" Mark objected.

   "I didn't mean shave it, just trim it a little; make it look neater. 
You'll still have hair, but it will look better groomed," she explained. 
Mark shrugged.  "Come on...  It will be fun!  Um...  Maybe if it looked
better it would taste better," she grinned.

   "If I let you trim me, you'll give me a blowjob?" Mark questioned.

   "Maybe..." she giggled.  "If I did, would you lick me?"

   "Maybe...  If you do a good job," Mark laughed, thinking she was just
joking anyway.

   "OK.  I'll get a comb and some scissors," Meg agreed and reached down
for her shorts.

   "No, leave the shorts here," Mark challenged.  Meg just looked at him.
"I'm letting you trim my prized possession!  I dare you to go to the house
not wearing pants."

   "I can't!  Someone might see!" Meg gasped.

   Mark countered, "Who?"

   Meg thought for a moment.  She knew he was right.  There parents had
gone to town and no one was anywhere close by.  "OK, but you gotta stand at
the barn door, outside, and watch to make sure no one comes." Mark agreed.
"Your shorts stay here too though," she added.  The two stepped out of
their shorts.  "You go first," Meg grinned.

   Both climbed down the ladder and went to the door.  Mark pushed it open
and cautiously stepped out.  Suddenly Meg shoved him out of the way and
made a dash to the house door.  A few minutes later, Mark saw her head poke
out of the doorway followed by another mad dash to the barn.  He laughed as
she swept by him and climbed the ladder.  He followed.

   Between deep breaths, Meg said, "Stand here," as she knelt down in front
of him.  She started combing his pubic hair, unfortunately pulling it
causing Mark to jump.  "Sorry," she mumbled as she began to comb gentler.

   Once combed out to her satisfaction, she began cutting it with the
scissors.  "Careful down there! ...and don't cut too much," Mark cautioned.


   �I'll be careful, I promise.  I'm not going to cut much, just trim
up a bit, so don't worry about it,� she replied as she continued to
cut.

   It amused Mark to have her trimming him.  With one hand she would move
his cock or balls, which he liked, and with the other she clipped the hair.
Strangely it didn't seem to phase her that she was manipulating his boyhood
as she seemed to concentrate on the haircut.

   After about 5 or 10 minutes, she started to lean back a bit, study him,
then cut a bit more here and there.  A few minutes later she announced,
"Done.  What do you think?  Look better?"

   Mark looked down.  To him he didn't see much of a difference.  "I
guess," he answered casually.

   "I trimmed this shorter, shaped this, cut here," she began to explain,
pointing out her work.  Seeing Mark didn't seem interested in her
explanation, she added, "Well, I think it looks a lot better." She then
grinned, leaned in, and took his cock into her mouth.  "Tastes better too.
69?  Lay down."

   Mark was on his back in a flash.  Meg crawled over, straddled his head,
and leaned down towards his cock.  Her breath sucked in as his tongue met
her pussy.  "Finally," she thought to herself.  Her motor had been running
for a while already.  Feeling his cock and balls as she trimmed had
affected her and at the end she had a hard time concentrating.

   Her hips pushed forward, mashing her pussy into his face as she savored
the sensations.  With her mouth she began in earnest to coax his climax out
as she could feel hers already building.  His hands caressed her ass cheeks
pushing her even closer.  She began to feel his finger slowly ride up and
down her ass crack.  He paused right at her rosebud, then pushed in.  It
was enough to send her over the edge and at the same time cum filled her
mouth.

   This time she willingly swallowed, taking in her reward for her work on
his cock.  Her body seemed to float as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Unfortunately nothing lasts forever and she began to come down.  She
allowed his now limp cock to fall from her mouth and rolled off him.

   Both stayed quiet for a few moments, allowing their bodies to return to
normal.  "I'm hungry.  Let's go get something to eat," Meg eventually said.
"...and if you do that to Marsha she'll love you forever!"



   Chapter 19

   A few days later Marsha's initiation was planned.  Mark hadn't seen her,
but strangely missed her.  Mark and Meg were walking to the clubhouse. 
"Hi!" a voice was heard a short distance away.  They both looked and saw
Marsha walking towards them.  "Can I walk with you?" Marsha asked, before
blushing realizing how dumb a question it was.

   "Sure!" Meg answered.  "...and I bet Mark will love it," she added
teasingly.

   "Shut up!" Mark blurted, even though it was true.

   Marsha caught up with them and fell into place beside Mark, much to his
delight.  They talked about different things as they continued walking.  As
they approached the clubhouse, Meg saw Gail and, as she sprinted off,
explained she wanted to talk to Gail about something, leaving Mark and
Marsha alone.

   "Um...  Can I talk to you about something?" Marsha muttered in a soft
voice.

   "Sure," replied Mark, unsure about what she was going to say.

   "Um...  I'm...  Ah...  I'm not the goody two shoes everyone thinks I
am," she stammered.

   "Huh?" Mark uttered.

   "I'm not the goody two shoes everyone thinks I am.  I wanted you to know
because...  Um...  Well..." Marsha repeated.

   "That's OK," Mark reassured, realizing how uneasy she was.

   "No, I want you to know.  I want you to know the truth about me," Marsha
started again, but before she could continue the other three girls
approached.

   "You're really going to join?" Rita giggled.  Marsha just nodded.  "I
can't believe it!"

   "Hi, everyone!" Sue blurted as she, Mish, and Ron came into view.  That
ended the conversation.

   All eight exchanged greetings before Mish announced, "All club members
go to the doorway.  Mark, since you are going to sponsor Marsha, you can
stay with her.  "All the others went with Mish and had a slight
conversation.

   "I was kinda hoping he wouldn't come," Marsha whispered to Mark, to
which he replied "Why?" "I feel funny getting naked in front of him.  It's
not the same as with you," she explained.

   They were interrupted by Mish's announcement.  "Marsha, do you wish to
join our club?" to which Marsha said she did.  "As you have been told,
there are no clothes allowed in the clubhouse.  If you want to join, get
ready to enter."

   Marsha took a deep breath, looked at Mark, then began to take her shoes
off.  "You too, Mark," Mish ordered.  Marsha seemed to be hesitant and her
clothes were coming off slowly.  As she lifted her top, Mark was already
down to his underwear.  Marsha delayed as long as she could.  After lifting
off her top, she slid her shorts down and then reached for her bra strap.
Knowing she couldn't delay and longer, she unhooked it and let that final
barrier drop to the ground.  Forcing herself to keep her hands down at her
sides, she finally looked up at the others at the doorway.

   "Underwear too," Mish stated.

   "Huh?" Marsha blurted as she looked at Mish in shocked.  She had been
told she would have to strip down to her panties, then the others would get
undressed completely and go in.  She would then have to take her panties
off and follow them in.

   "No clothes allowed means no underwear either.  If you want to join you
have to take all your clothes off to go in," Mish stated without emotion.

   Marsha sensed Mark moving and looked over to see his underwear drop to
the ground.  Somehow everything that she knew was going to happen became
very frightening.  Rationalizing they would be coming off anyway, Marsha
slid her panties to her ankles.  She turned bright red feeling everyone was
now staring at her pussy.

   It seemed an eternity before the others stripped and, one by one, went
into the clubhouse.  Still almost in a daze, Marsha followed them.  The
"ceremony" seemed to flash by with only a brief stop when Mark put the
pledge stick into her ass.  To Marsha it was only moments until the others
were greeting her as their new members.

   "Seeing Mark sponsored you, I guess we should use Ron now," Mish stated
as she grabbed a pledge stick.  Ron dutifully bent over and Mish instructed
as Marsha inserted a stick.  She was glad it was Ron and not Mark she had
to do it too.  If she did something wrong it would be Ron that would be
hurt.  It was also Ron who was on the table getting looked at and felt as
"boys" were explained to Marsha.

   Marsha was then told to get on the table.  Reality set in and her face
went blank.  She looked at Mark and he smiled.  She took that as his
approval and did as they told her.  An exam of her body began, but with Ron
doing the exam.  Mark was next to the table and she could reach him, so she
grabbed his hand.  Her face flushed as Rod poked, prodded, and even opened
her pussy as the others watched.  Marsha just closed her eyes and held
Mark's hand until he was done.  She finally relaxed realizing there was
nothing all the others hadn't seen by now and even parts none had seen
before.

   Soon they were all swimming and their nudity, except for arousing to
all, no longer mattered.  Marsha stayed close to Mark, pleasing him.  After
a short time, she whispered to him, "I have to go.  Would you walk me
home?" Naturally he agreed.  After saying their good byes and dressing, the
two left.

   "You started to tell me something earlier, but stopped," Mark reminded
her.

   "Yeah..." Marsha muttered.  "It's kinda embarrassing to tell, but I want
you to know.  Don't say anything until I finish." She looked at Mark and he
nodded.

   "Before we moved here, my Mom and I had an apartment in the city," she
began.  "I can't believe I'm going to tell you this.  I've never told
anyone, but I want you to know.  My Mom had a job as a waitress where she
had to work late on Friday nights.  Her boyfriend, at the time, Steve,
would stay with me."

   "Well, one night I had snuck one of my Mom's magazines to read.  She
would never let me look at them.  It was a Friday night.  After I went to
bed, I was looking at it under my blankets with a flashlight.  There was
sex stuff in it.  Anyway, I heard Steve knock on my door.  I shoved the
magazine and flashlight under my pillow and pretended I was asleep.  He
opened the door, came in, and asked if I was sleeping, but I didn't say
anything.  When I did that, he pulled my blanket down, then lifted up my
nightgown so all that was covering me was my panties.  I wanted to die,
scream, say something, but I didn't want to get in trouble for the
magazine. A few minutes later he pulled my nightgown back down, covered me,
and left."

   "At first I was scared, but he really didn't do anything and I liked
him, so I didn't tell.  The next week I was almost asleep when he came in
again.  I pretended I was sleeping and he did the same thing.  I knew he
was looking at my panties, but it made me feel kinda tingly.  He just
looked for a while and left again.  It was kinda fun having him see my
panties, so for the next few weeks I would chose what panties I wanted him
to see and wait for him, even though it was scary too."

   "One night I felt really daring, so I didn't put my panties on.  When he
knocked I got scared and rolled onto my stomach, but couldn't do much else.
He came in, pulled the blanket down, and lifted my nightgown up.  I had my
face in my pillow and it's a good thing.  I could feel my face get bright
red.  He was looking at my bare butt.  I heard him say, 'Nice' and then he
ran his fingers across my bare skin.  I wanted to scream, but it felt good
too, so I just laid there.  He looked for a while and then left."

   "The next week I did the same thing.  It wasn't so scary the next time
and...  um...  I kinda liked him seeing." Marsha looked over at Mark.  He
was obviously listening, but just looked back and said nothing, so she
continued.

   "The week after I wondered what it would be like if he saw...  um...  if
he saw me from the front, so I stayed on my back." She was going to tell
Mark she wanted Steve to see she was growing hair, but just couldn't tell
him that.  "He came in and I wanted to roll over, but I didn't want him to
know I knew, so I just laid there.  He pulled down the blanket, lifted my
nightgown and I knew he could see everything.  I couldn't believe I was
showing him that, but I was."

   Again she was going to tell Mark about her hair, but again couldn't get
those words out.  "I started wearing no panties to bed and every week he
would come look.  One week when he was looking he looked at my face and
caught me peeking at him.  He looked real scared, but I didn't want him to
be scared and he had already seen me lots of times anyway, so I opened my
legs for him to see more.  He looked down, saw, and then looked back at me.
I said, 'It's OK if you look.  I don't mind.  Can I see you too?' because I
had never seen a boy.  He just left."

   "I wasn't sure if he'd come back, but the next week he did.  That time I
pushed down the covers and pulled up my nightgown.  My legs were kinda
open. I asked him again if I could see him.  He didn't do anything for a
minute, then he undid his belt and pushed down his pants.  It was the first
time I ever saw a real boy.  He was huge.  He let me look for a while and
then pulled his pants back up.  That night I was woken up because him and
my Mom had a big fight.  I guess instead of going to work she had gone on a
date with some other guy.  I never saw Steve after that."

   Marsha then paused, but still Mark said nothing.  She was too
embarrassed to look at him though.  "That was the only one I ever saw
before you.  When I heard about Nancy and the stuff she does I was curious,
so I asked her.  She told me I could see all I wanted, but the boys would
want to see as well.  I was so stupid...  Do you think I'm a slut like
Nancy now?"

   That spurred Mark to respond.  "No!  Um...  I guess every girl is
curious.  You are nothing like Nancy though."

   "Good, I'm glad," Marsha smiled.  "Um...  Ah...  Do you...  Um...  Do
you want to stop at my spot...  and talk some more before I go home?" Mark
formed a big grin and nodded enthusiastically.



   Chapter 20

   The two, walking hand in hand, made their way into what seemed to be now
their spot.  Marsha sat down and Mark sat next to her.  For a short time
neither said anything, then Marsha started talking.  "You must think I'm a
real slut.  First I show Steve, then the boys at the swimming hole, then I
let Ron feel and look at everything..."

   "No!  I told you that before and I meant it!" interrupted Mark.  "My
sister kinda showed me her and I don't think she's a slut so why would I
think you are?  I...  Um...  I kinda like you."

   "Really?" Marsha smiled.  Mark nodded.  She sort of paused for a moment,
like she was deep in thought, then stated, "Close you eyes." Mark, not sure
what she had in mind, complied.  "Don't open them until I tell you," she
told him as she let go of his hand.

   Marsha really did like Mark - a lot.  He seemed different than anyone
she had ever met.  She was nervous, but her excitement overwhelmed that. 
She looked around, even knowing no one was there except for Mark, but she
wanted to be sure.  Quickly she pulled her tee off followed just as quickly
by her bra.  She stood and looked around once more.

   Satisfied now, she pushed her shorts and panties to her ankles and
kicked them off.  Her heart was pounding.  She had already been seen naked
by everyone at the club, but this was different.  It wasn't "everyone get
naked", but this time she was stripping for Mark.  She had the same tinglie
feeling she felt the first time Steve had looked at her.  She tried her
best to conceal her feelings as she knelt down, sitting on her feet, but
this time facing Mark.

   After taking a few deep breaths trying to calm herself, she muttered,
"OK."

   Mark opened his eyes to see a naked girl looking at him.  He couldn't
help but smile as he reached for his belt.  "No," Marsha said as she
reached out taking his hand.  "I let Steve look at me and I let Ron feel me
all over.  They weren't you.  I want you to look at me more than I wanted
Steve to and I want you to do everything to me that Ron did."

   A questioning look came over Mark's face.  Marsha released his hand and
leaned back, supporting herself with her arms as she swung her legs around
in front of her and parted them.  �I want you to see and have all of
me...  more than they did.  I want you to look at every inch of me...  even
between my legs.  I want you to feel my boobs, stick your fingers in me,
anything you want to do to me," she explained and then leaned back until
her back was on the ground.  As she did, she pulled her legs up and out,
bending her knees, trying to show him everything.

   Her face flushed, but her excitement was peaking.  "Go on...  Have fun
with me and look at everything.  When you want me to turn over so you can
see my butt, just tell me."

   Mark's cock was now like a rock.  He reached down without thinking and
adjusted it.  Once more comfortable, his hand went to her boobs.  Slowly
his hand glided over each, pausing at each nipple to tweak them gently.

   Marsha watched as he felt her boobs.  Her nipples responded to his
touch, stiffening and making her smile.  She almost wanted to close her
legs so he wouldn't notice the wetness seeping from her pussy lips, but at
the same time letting him see was exciting her beyond belief.

   His hand slid slowly down her belly, pausing briefly at her hair,
curling his fingers in it, before going further, sliding one finger along
her slippery slit.  As he did, Marsha's hips pushed slightly, and
uncontrollably, raising her pussy up for him.  After what seemed like an
eternity, a finger finally pushed into her, causing her to suck in her
breath.

   After his finger pushed in and out of her a few times, he pulled it away
almost making her sigh.  "Turn over," he mumbled.  Marsha was too far gone
to even feel a little embarrassed now.  She quickly flipped, buried her
face into the crook of her arm, and pushing her ass up as much as she could
while still keeping her legs parted as much as possible.

   Her excitement built even higher knowing he could see her asshole,
almost spreading for him, and her pussy practically dropping wet.  Almost
instinctively her ass pushed back as his fingers grazed over her cheeks in
shrinking circles.  She was close...  so close to climaxing now.

   Marsha couldn't help but hold her breath as his finger slowly traced
it's way down her ass crack, circle her asshole, then slide down to her
pussy.  She never dreamed having her ass played with could be so erotic. 
His finger kept going to her sopping pussy, then back to her asshole,
gently rubbing it.

   Suddenly the finger pushed into her ass sharply.  It hurt, but excited
her even more.  As a small yelp came from her mouth, her hips pushed back,
embedding his finger even deeper.  He slowly pulled out, but then repeated
his motions.  She almost climaxed as he modified his actions by alternately
pushing into her ass, then pushing into her pussy.

   She was ready to cum when he seemed to stop.  "Don't stop!" she gasped
breathlessly.  His finger pushed back into her ass, pulled out, then slowly
slid to her pussy.  As he pushed in, she erupted.  Marsha had climaxed many
times, but never this hard.  His finger sloshed in her pussy, almost
pulling the climax out of her body.  Once more it pulled out, slid to her
ass, and rammed into her, causing a second climax.

   He wasn't gentle.  Her ass stretched out as obviously more than one
finger went into her.  It hurt, but the pain only seemed to intensify her
climax more.  Eventually it became too much for her to bear.  "No more!"
she blurted as her body collapsed in the ground.  She was gasping for
breath, but had never had such an experience.

   Slowly her body returned to normal.  Still naked and aware of that fact,
she rolled onto her back.  Mark was just sitting there watching her.  "Wow!
How did you do that?" she smiled, but he only shrugged.

   Slowly she sat up.  "My turn now," she smiled.  "Stand up." He did as
she asked and she rose to her knees reaching for his shorts.  Marsha pulled
down his zipper and after fumbling with the button, asked, "Undo the button
for me."

   As soon as Mark undid the button, Marsha pulled his shorts to his knees,
followed by his underwear.  For a moment she stared at his hard cock. 
Mustering her courage, she reached up, grabbed it, then took it into her
mouth.  Mark pulled back slightly.  "You don't have to do that."

   "I know...  I wanna try it though," she answered, looking up at him.

   "Want me to tell you when I'm gonna cum?" he asked, still not sure.

   Marsha nodded as she took a cock into her mouth for the first time. 
Naturally she had heard talk about what she was supposed to do, but that
didn't help her right now as it was all new.  It excited her having a cock
in her mouth.  She didn't know what to expect, but it was a real boy's
cock. There wasn't much to taste really, but she liked doing it.

   Trying to remember all she had heard, she took her hand off his cock and
put both hands on his hips.  She rocked her head back and forth while
keeping her teeth shielded as much as she could, then stopped and swirled
her tongue around it.  She alternated this a few times before Mark suddenly
blurted, "I'm gonna cum!" and tried to pull back.

   Marsha didn't release him though.  She pulled him back towards her with
her hands.  His cock twitched in her mouth and then he began filling her
mouth with his cum as he spurted.  It was slightly salty, but mainly
tasteless it seemed.  Again remembering what she had heard, Marsha
swallowed as her mouth once more filled.  She tried to keep her head
rocking as well.

   Eventually the stream of cum into her mouth ended and she felt his cock
begin to soften.  Not knowing what else to do, Marsha let the cock fall
from her mouth.  It intrigued her how it could go from hard and stiff to
limp and just hanging.  Without thinking, she began to explore it more in
its present state.  It fascinated her how the foreskin could be pulled
back, exposing the head, then come forward covering it.

   She wasn't sure how long she had been exploring, but suddenly became
embarrassed by her actions.  "Sorry," she muttered as she let go of him and
stood up.

   "It felt good," Mark replied.

   She smiled and then asked, "Did I do OK?"

   "You did great!  You can do that any time you like," Mark grinned.

   "Maybe I will..." mumbled Marsha.  For a minute or two she just stared
at Mark.  It was nice seeing what boys had, especially his.  The fact she
was naked and he was looking at her just added to her enjoyment.  Once more
she began to feel awkward though.  "Um...  I guess we should dress, huh?"
she commented as she reached for her panties.  Inside she kicked herself.
She liked him seeing her and liked looking at him.  If only she hadn't said
that.

   "Yeah...  I guess," Mark mumbled as he pulled his pants up, still
wanting to look at her more or, even better, having her touch him more.

   Marsha pulled on her panties, then looked at Mark.  "I guess Meg is
right...  I need a haircut down there," she commented after seeing a few
stray hairs poking out of her panties.  "She offered to trim it for me. 
I...  Um...  Ah...  I think I will let her.  She said tomorrow afternoon.
Will...  Um...  Will you be there?"

   "You want me to watch you get your hair cut?" he questioned.  Marsha
couldn't stop herself from blushing, but did nod.  "Sure!  I'd love to
watch!" he exclaimed with a big grin.