Marc 17: Am I “up” for this Challenge.

Now I’m naked and in the room with the one-way window.

The bed sheets have been changed and the air freshened. Still, this is the same room I watched Chastity take on three guys just an hour ago. From this side, the window I’d watched through looks like a mirror, but I know there are people observing me in the next room.

I’ve got small wireless monitors taped to the back of my neck, my chest, and the small of my back. Other than that, I’m completely naked.

Two beautiful women, both also completely naked save for similar monitors, enter.

“Hi, I’m Autumn and this is Betsy,” one of them says. We shake hands like this isn’t awkward. I try hard not to check out their breasts…and fail miserably. Still, their gazes have traveled south on me a couple of times as well.

“Go ahead and look,” Betsy says. “We don’t mind.”

“How about I make this a bit less uncomfortable,” Autumn adds.

I can feel her — maybe both of them — messing around in my mind, and despite the awkwardness of the moment, an erotic jolt shimmers through my core, bringing my cock to full mast.

Autumn moves into my arms. “Kiss me, Marc. It will help.”

Well, it sure as hell couldn’t hurt.

I wrap my arms around this luscious package, and lock lips with her. Her firm, high breasts press against my chest, nipples puckering, as our tongues twist together in a wet and wonderful kiss.

My head spins and I forget all about the one-way window and the observers on the other side.

Betsy moves around behind me. She palms my ass while kissing the back of my neck. “You’re going to enjoy this,” she whispers in my ear.

Autumn is tall enough that my erect cock rubs between her legs, against her vagina, as we kiss. The friction caused by just a small in-and-out motion drags wonderfully through the building wetness of her folds.

Betsy reaches between my legs to cradle my balls, making me groan and causing my cock to twitch.

Autumn breaks the kiss. “Let’s take this to the bed.”

I nod, in love with this idea.

Betsy stretches out on the bed, and I move in, fondling her breasts and tweaking her tight nipples. As I pull one into my mouth, Autumn begins to fondle my cock and balls.

I glide my hand down to cup Betsy’s mound, then slip a finger up into her. She’s wet and ready.

“Oh, God, yes!” she squeals when my thumb finds her clit.

I add a second finger inside of her, and she’s writhing under me. “I’m coming,” she cries, panting hard.

Autumn’s manipulation of my cock and balls has me right on the edge as well, but I grit my teeth and hold on.

Betsy goes limp as her orgasm subsides.

Autumn rolls me to my back. “My turn.”

Kneeling between my legs, she brings her lips over my aching cock, and sucks me in. Bobbing on my shaft, she opens her throat and takes me balls deep.

It feels so good, but she must have sensed how close she was bringing me off, because suddenly she pulls back. “Oh no. I want you to come inside of me.”

She repositions, with her knees on the outside of my hips and lowers herself onto my shaft. God, it feels so good. “That’s better. Now you can come anytime you want.”

Betsy, recovering, places a knee on either side of my head. “I want more of you.”

I’m happy to oblige. I wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her slick vaginal lips to my mouth. The scent and taste, that musky wonderful sensation that is all woman, invades my senses.

That, along with Autumn’s increase in activity below, has my balls tightening, ready to spew.

Not yet. I want to savor this as long as I can.

I start running multiplication tables through my mind to try and hold off my orgasm. Two times two is four. Four times two is eight…

“Oh no you don’t,” Autumn says with a chuckle.

Suddenly, both women invade my thoughts with sights, smells, sounds, and feelings so erotic, it sends me plummeting over the edge of orgasmic release.

My cock grows, my balls tighten, and I explode into Autumn’s channel. Spurt after spurt…I’ve never been rocked this hard.

And it feels so amazing.

“Yes,” both Autumn and Betsy say at the same time as they tumble to the bed to lay inert.

Afterwards, I shower, dress, and meet Chastity, Paul, and Lance in the control room.

“You did a great job of satisfying both their hungers with one orgasm,” Lance says. “Well done.”

“Also,” Paul interjects, “you appear to have some latent psychic powers. You’d be an excellent candidate for the program if you’re interested.”

I shake my head. “No thanks. Not that it wouldn’t be a fun challenge, but my life is complicated enough at the moment.”

“Yes, it is.” Chastity confronts Lance. “You can’t have him. We need him in Bayside and he needs to keep writing.”

A man enters the room. Dark haired, intense eyes, wearing a tailored black suit, white shirt, and black tie. The classic men-in-black look.

“Slade! You came.” Chastity squeals and gives him a hug.

“For you, baby, anything,” he replies.

She brings him over to me. “Marc, this is Slade Steele, he’s a CIA agent, and was my handler when the Psylons were first set lose on the world.”

He shakes my hand with a firm grip. “Hi Marc. Glad to meet you.”

“You’ve got to hear his story,” Chastity says. “You’ve got to write his story. It’s amazing.”

I did hear his story, and I did write his story. Find out all about it next time in Marc18: Suburban Spies

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Until next time,

Marc