I hear Molly and Adam knocking on apartment doors down the hall, working their way towards mine. What is it they want to "borrow" on this fine December Saturday? I wonder. A few days ago, they'd run out of garlic powder. On Thanksgiving, sage and nutmeg. The week before that, a cup of sugar. Don’t get me wrong; I like being neighborly and helping them out, but it is a pattern.
Finally they knock on my door, wearing big, sincere grins. And truly hideous Christmas sweaters.
“Whoa, you guys on your way to an ugly-sweater contest?” I blurt, only half-jokingly.
“No,” responds Adam, more surprised than defensive at the suggestion.
“We're decorating our apartment for Christmas," bubbles Molly, "and we wanted to get into the spirit!" She looks down at Adam’s sweater and then her own well-filled one, sheepishly asking, "Are they that bad?”
“No, they're fine!” I lie. Perfectly fine -- if you’re going to an ugly-sweater contest.
“Do you have a stepladder we can borrow?" asks Adam. "To top the tree and hang some tinsel across the walls?”
“Sure." An idea springs to mind. "You know what? I don’t have anything going on until tonight. I could help.”
“Oh, would you?” Molly bounces up and down, clapping her hands excitedly. A lot of movement happens under that sweater. If you keep that up, Molly, I think, I'll help you all fucking day.
“Sure, why not?” Sure, why not ... make sure I get my fucking ladder back afterward!
Molly and Adam might be a bit naive and forgetful, but I really do like them because are also very sweet, earnest and fun-loving. Molly is almost flirty sometimes when we end up on the elevator together. Come to think about it, so is Adam. Hell, I’d do them both, given the chance. Wouldn't it be fun to wrangle that?
I help them with their tree first, stringing the lights up to the top, hanging the higher ornaments and topping it with a golden star that Adam hands me. Would you like me to top your brown star, Adam?
Next, I help them string garlands across the walls from up in the corners. To get the stepladder into the last corner, we have to move the couch over a few feet. Molly stands at the other end, pulling, while Adam helps me push.
Shifting the couch reveals a clear bag that had been hidden under one end. It appears to contain a bright pink dildo, a purple-bejeweled steel anal plug and a tube of lube. “Oh, sorry, dude,” I whisper to Adam, nudging them back under the couch, figuring that they were not-yet-wrapped gifts from him to Molly.
“Huh? What's that stuff?” he asks.
I hear a sharp intake of breath from Molly as she covers her mouth with one hand, which is far too small to hide the redness flushing her face.
“Those were supposed to be your Christmas presents,” she moans. "Remember what we talked about last week?"
Adam is now more red-faced than Molly, barely able to speak. "Well, I ... wasn't even sure ... I ..."
"Hey, don't look a gift horse in the ass," I say playfully. "Those look fun to play with."
"You think so?" asks Adam, bashfully but curiously. Molly's gaze is locked on me. Oh, keep watching, girl.
"Sure! Anal play is fun. Alone, or with ... others."
"I told you!" challenges Molly. "I'll have to buy something else since the surprise is ruined. But that means ..."
"That means," I conclude her thought, "you don't have to wait until Christmas to start playing with your new toys."
"Well, then, let's see what we have here," says Adam.
In addition to the dildo, anal toy and lube in the clear bag, there's also a black strap-on dong further under the couch.
"I thought that might be fun to try," Molly says demurely. Yes. Sooner than later, hopefully.
"Okay, I get most of these," he says as he removes the pink dildo from the bag and holds it up, "but what would I do with this one?"
I can't tell whether he's being facetious. Take control, Joe! Show them! I grab the dildo from his hand, hold it in front of my mouth, lick my lips provocatively and fellate most of its length. As they both stare, mouths agape, I deadpan, "That's what I do with mine, anyway."
Recovering, Molly steps in and slurps on the fake cock next, demonstrating some good tongue technique that I wouldn't mind receiving. If you want to get to Molly, I caution myself, you should go through Adam. She hands it to him. "Your turn."
Tentatively, Adam puts his lips to the tip, then uses his tongue to lick its length and swirl around the glans before sucking it in and taking a few bobs. Hell, that looks as good as Molly's work.
I offer to take another turn, leaning in and licking the dildo's silicone "balls," slurping up the shaft to meet Adam's mouth. When he doesn't freak out at my lips meeting his, I deftly remove the toy, wrap my hand around the back of his head, press my mouth against his and probe with my tongue.
Adam squeals into my mouth in shocked surprise, but his tongue dances with mine and he doesn't pull away. Molly declares, "Oh, this is on!" and yanks off her sweater, followed by her bra. Remember, Joe, stay with Adam right now, and you'll get your chance at those those titties.
Molly stands behind him, pulling off his sweater while I kneel and remove his pants, a very enticing erection springing out. Grinning, I ask Molly, "Can I take the first turn on this one too?"
Wide-eyed, she slowly nods her head up and down in approval. After watching me suck Adam's manhood for a moment - mmm, tasty! - she kneels behind him to lick his ass crack. He groans in appreciation.
I pick up the anal plug. "The key to these steel ones is warming them up first." I briefly suck on it, then pass it to Molly, also kneeling, to suck on while I resume blowing Adam.
She breaks open the lube, moistening the device and Adam's asshole while I pleasure him. "Okay, here it comes." Gingerly, she places the plug against his hole and waits until he loosens. It slips in after some time, feeding me a couple of delicious cumdrops from his prostate.
She pulls off her bottom layers, offering a quick glimpse of her tantalizing twat. Patience, Joe, you'll get there. Harnessing the strap-on, she moves behind him. "Ready to lose your cherry, baby?"
He can't say no. And doesn't. She removes the probe, releasing another dollop of cream across my tongue. Then she gingerly replaces the steel plug with her wearable. He lets out a long, deep, masculine groan as she slides into him, feeding me yet more precious goo. Slowly she starts pumping him, rubbing her hands over his chest and telling him how great a fuck he is. Thanks to this and to my work, it isn't long before his body shudders ecstatically, delivering a full multi-squirt load of his funky spunk. Now you've got them where you want them, Joe.
As Adam calms down, Molly helps remove my clothes, and then they worship my cock together, alternately licking and sucking. He appears to find his first taste of cock enjoyable, and I'm thrilled to finally make contact with Molly's mouth. Hopefully more Mollyparts soon.
Molly moves to the repositioned couch and begs him to use the dildo on her. He kneels between her legs, firing up the bullet in the dildo. The buzz fills the not-quite-decorated room as he glides it around her moistened labia, circles her clit and then slowly pushes it inside her, simultaneously using his tongue to pleasure her outer parts. Meanwhile, I kneel on the couch and encourage her to lick up my precum nectar, squeezing her magnificent mams.
After a few minutes, Molly ejects my cock from her mouth and begs for her pussy to be filled with the real thing instead of the dildo. Adam has not quite recovered from feeding me his load, so Sorry, Adam, looks like I get to fuck your girlfriend! The glory ends all too soon, however, as my overstimulated prick quickly reaches its limit. Oops. The room echoes with sloppy sounds and Molly's moans until I can no longer remain inside her wondrousness.
Having jerked himself back to hardness watching me bang his girl, Adam takes my squelching place inside her. I kneel next to the couch, slurping on her boobs for quite some time, helping bring on her shuddering, jiggling climax, which is soon followed by the second cumming of Adam.
We take a short break from sex to finish the decorating work, but the fucking will resume soon.
Damn, Molly and Adam look way better hanging decorations naked than with those fucking sweaters on.
