THE CLUB
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.