1 comments/ 39915 views/ 8 favorites White Christmas By: Chris3798 In the Spirit of Christmas, I give you this. I know there's a Christmas contest, but this isn't written for that and I have not entered it, nor plan to. The idea for this came out of a picture I saw while I was searching for a new Christmas-themed background (hint: it was a girl wearing the same outfit as described herein). This story also features the same characters as my first two stories, Beautiful Texas (1), and Something Fun (2), so it's recommended you go read those first. Don't worry, I'll wait. You're back? Good! Hope you enjoy, and happy holidays to all! * I followed Darcy down my apartment building's hallway, her hand tugging at mine as we walked, urging me to speed up. My eyes were glued to her gorgeous, gently swaying ass as she trotted along. She had on a formfitting coat that went down her knees, and her legs were bare past that. She must have been wearing a skirt beneath the coat. She hadn't taken it off since we'd been together today. She picked me up after an exam I had earlier to go grab a bite to eat. As we were, Darcy said that she had an early Christmas present for me. I groaned when she mentioned the C-word. This was something of a sore subject for me this year. "Babe, I love you, but I told you not to get me anything. I said I'd go to dinner at your parents' with you, but other than that, I'm trying to avoid Christmas as much as possible." Being a Canadian boy born and raised, and having spent every Christmas either in my home city of Montreal or Calgary, where half my family lives, this was to be my first Christmas in a climate where it very seldom snowed. Darcy knew I wasn't happy about staying in Texas over the holidays, but I was determined to stick it out. I'd only been here for a few months, and while I was extremely happy, I missed snow and wanted to go home quite badly. But, I had told myself that I'd wait until the summer at least to go home. I was going to be here for a while, and I better get used to it now. Plus, I really did want to spend it here with Darcy and her family. She groaned in exasperation and rolled her eyes, but said nothing. She knew I'd let her give it to me anyway (and truth be told, I had gotten her something, but I didn't mention this fact to her). So there I was, being tugged toward my apartment by my Christmas-fuelled gorgeous girlfriend. I glanced up from her ass to the back of her head, and then back down again. Who could argue with such a perfect ass anyway? Darcy unlocked my door with the key I'd given her, and pushed it wide open. I walked inside and I nearly fainted in a mixture of awe, shock and horror. My entire living room floor was white, and it covered quite a bit of the furniture with a light dusting as well. I glanced around and then bent down to touch the floor. My fingers sunk into the whiteness about a half inch. I picked some of it up and looked at it. "You...covered my whole apartment in fake snow?" I gasped out. Darcy grinned at me but didn't say anything, and instead flicked on my flat screen and sound system. Suddenly there was a very realistic fire on the TV with the sound of it coming out of the speakers. I glanced at the fire and couldn't help but smile a bit. She had thought this out. "You better clean all this crap up," I said, laughing softly and tossing a handful of it at her. She giggled as she shook what had landed on her out of her long auburn curls. "Shut up and sit," she ordered with a playful smirk and pointed at the couch facing opposite from the TV. Still reeling from the insanity of the state of my apartment, I nodded dumbly and followed her orders. Darcy moved to stand in front of me and turned around to face away, bending over slightly so I couldn't see her head. I let my eyes drift to her ass and wondered briefly what she was up to. I didn't have to wonder long, because she stood back up with a Santa hat on her head, her long reddish brown hair hanging down to her shoulders. With a bit of a shuffle, Darcy pulled apart the sash on her knee-length coat and shrugged her shoulders so the coat would slide down onto the floor. I gasped when the coat hit the floor. Darcy was wearing a babydoll made of red velvet, and trimmed with the Santa-style fake-fur. It hugged her curves tightly as it went down her body, and then flared out at the hips to hang a bit more lose over her thighs. There were two white fluff balls like on the top of a Santa hat hanging from strings which appeared from under the babydoll. Her ass looked even more fantastic than usual in the piece of lingerie. In the few seconds she had her coat off, I had gone from soft to painfully erect. I wanted her so bad. But if I had thought the back of Darcy's outfit was amazing, then the front was near-orgasmic. She turned to face me, a wide, sexy, satisfied grin stretched across her amazingly soft, full, bright pink lips. The front of the babydoll hugged her curves just as tightly as the rest, but the upper portion was a demi-cup, and if I wasn't mistaken, was sized smaller than her breast cup size because her normally amazing tits were spilling out even more than usual. At the centre of the cups was a bow tied with the same Santa balls as were hanging down her thighs. She looked so fucking hot. "What do you think, lover?" Her grin switched to a smirk and she moved toward me, climbing slowly into my lap and settling her knees on either side of my thighs. "I think you look so fucking hot, babe," I breathed softly as I let my hands slip under her babydoll, finding her panty-clad ass and squeezing softly as I leaned in for a kiss and moaned softly into her mouth. Darcy relished the kiss for a moment, and briefly let her tongue slip against mine, but quickly pulled away and smiled at me. She reached between her breasts and gently tugged at one fluffy white ball, which undid the knot there and released the tension keeping her over-spilling breasts enclosed so tightly and pushed up. She slipped her hands into the top of her cups and squeezed her large breasts softly, moaning a little at what I assume was her playing with her own nipples, then pulled them out of the cups fully, letting them bounce free in all their glory. I glued my eyes to her hands as she pulled them free of their enclosure. Darcy's tits were an easy D-cup, and probably even pushing at DD, but they didn't sag at all, sitting proudly on her chest with a perfect tear-drop shape to them. I'm an admitted ass man, but she nearly had me converted to tits. She let her tongue slip from her lips and slowly licked them, making them glossy in the light of the room. Her bright, dark green eyes peered at me through her bangs, pressed against her forehead by the adorable Santa hat perched crookedly on her head. Darcy flashed a smirk and ordered, "Suck them." I knew what she meant and complied immediately. I took one hand off her curvy backside and pushed it under her breast, tilting my head down and wrapping my lips around her nipple, sucking firmly, flicking at it in my mouth with my tongue. Darcy's moans were music to my ears, and I saw her lean back and slide a hand down between our bodies, slipping her hand under her babydoll and into her panties, rubbing slowly at herself. I loved watching her touch herself. My hand kneaded insistently at her ass as I suckled softly, enjoying the feeling of the stiff nipple dragging against my tongue. Darcy's back arched into my mouth, pressing more of her tit flesh in and I opened wider to accommodate her, sucking at more of her voluminous breasts. I loved doing anything which made her moan. I could never deny her. The hand not occupied with rubbing at her smooth pussy lips and clit was cupped behind my neck to pull me into her breast. After a few minutes, she tugged my face away from her breast and presented me with the other one, and I went to work. This time I took a slower approach, letting my tongue slowly wrap around the stiff nipple, flicking at it and circling with deliberation. And then I gently bit at Darcy's nipple, which elicited a gasp from her lips to mingle with her moans of pleasure at touching herself. Her hips rocked slowly against me and into her hand as I tugged her nipple softly. "Mmm, baby," Darcy groaned out when I tugged, her voice low and urgent, "that feels so fucking good. Suck my nipple, Chris." I wrapped my lips around the nipple again and sucked for all I was worth. Her fingers were working tirelessly at her pussy. I suspected by now they were urgently dipping in and out of her cunt lips, pressing against her g-spot eagerly. Darcy's hips were grinding hard against me and into her hand and her moans and cries of pleasure were getting louder and higher. I gripped her ass hard and bit down on her nipple again. That sent her over the edge. Darcy's cries escalated and she pushed herself into me, hips grinding hungrily and tit pressed roughly into my mouth as she pulled on my neck, screaming as she came all over her fingers. "Oh fuck, baby, I'm cumming," she managed to gasp out between high pitched cries of orgasm. After a minute or two, she relaxed back and pulled her fingers from under her babydoll; they were sticky and shiny. Without a word, Darcy had slid them into my mouth with a smile. I accepted them graciously and sucked softly, my tongue wrapping around them slowly, and licking between them, moaning at the sweet, sexual taste of her pussy. "Enough of that," she grinned and pulled her fingers from my lips and slid out of my lap and onto the floor on her knees in front of me. The motion caused a flurry of fake snow to fly everywhere. Darcy giggled at the effect and said, "I hope that doesn't get anywhere hard to reach." I laughed and said, "So long as you're cleaning it up, I don't care where it ends up." With a smirk, she reached into my lap and pulled apart my belt, unbuttoned my pants and pulled the zipper down. "Up," she said, and patted the side of my ass. I lifted my butt from the sofa in compliance and let her pull my jeans and boxers down, making my cock spring up and slap my belly softly as it freed itself. I pulled my shirt off and tossed it away with my pants. "Oooh, someone's happy," Darcy cooed excitedly, reaching into my lap again and circling my throbbing hard cock with her small, soft, nimble hand, squeezing it experimentally. I knew she loved sucking my cock more than almost anything else in the world. "With all that moaning, screaming, making me suck your tits, and grinding against my lap, what did you think was going to happen?" I laughed as Darcy handled me, jerking me slowly. "Do you have any idea how much I love this cock?" she whispered softly as she sat up a bit straighter and looked into my eyes as her hand slid along my length. Darcy had worked her other hand between my legs and began fondling my balls softly, squeezing and rolling them between those nimble fingers of hers. I was already squirming at her touch. "I can probably guess. But how about you show me, babe?" I asked, holding her gaze steadily. Darcy had such pretty green eyes. They mesmerized me. "Show you? How?" Her eyes went wide in mock innocence. Darcy sometimes played this game to get me to talk dirty to her. Her hands never stopped working, slowly fondling my balls and stroking along my increasingly throbbing, leaking shaft. Her gaze never left mine. "Suck it," I breathed. She made this hard on me every time. "Suck what, Chris?" she pouted a bit as she asked, playing up the role. Her thumb brushed against my pre-cummy cockhead, rubbing it liberally around the spongy surface. "I want you to suck my dick, Darcy," I groaned as she rubbed my head slowly. She was such a fucking tease, but I loved her all the more for it. "But...but that's what sluts do!" she gasped in fake horror, but her hands only kept working. The dichotomy between her words, tone of voice and facial expressions, not to mention the ridiculous Santa hat hanging from her head, and the actions her hands were performing was almost too much. Darcy was way too good at this for her own good. I reached forward and let my hand slide behind her neck and into her hair hanging from under the hat. My fist clenched and I drew nearer, pulling her face closer as well so I could whisper into her ear. "But you are a slut, Darcy. You're my dirty, filthy, cocksucking slut. Now suck my fucking dick!" The last words were no louder than a whisper, but much higher intensity. I heard Darcy moan softly. I knew I had her and I leaned back to watch. Darcy practically leapt at my dick with her mouth. She jerked the hand away from my shaft and buried more than half my length into her sweet, hot, suckling mouth immediately. Her hand fondled my balls even more intensely as her soft lips bobbed up and down quickly while she reburied her free hand under her babydoll. A few moments later, my suspicions were confirmed when she started moaning around my shaft. It wasn't long before she was smoothly and expertly taking every inch of my cock into her mouth. I could feel the head nudge against her throat each time, and she gagged a couple times, but that just made it even hotter. "Oh fuck yes, baby, suck that big cock into your slutty little mouth. You're such a whore for me, aren't you?" I asked, and she just moaned in response, eyes closed and concentrating on the stiff shaft invading her mouth. I shifted my hand from her hair to the back of her head, clutching it lightly and encouraging her down each time she ducked her head down and sucked my cock into her mouth. My eyes were shut and I was breathing heavily, groaning softly occasionally. Darcy did such a good job sucking my cock. Her tongue never stopped moving. It swirled around the shaft as she slid her lips up and down, twisting her head as she went up and down to create more friction, and then would stop and just suck on the tip slowly, sliding the tip of her tongue into my slit to lick up the pre-cum, before bobbing back down again and taking it into her throat. "Fuck I love this cock. You taste so good, Chris," she moaned softly as she pulled her mouth off briefly, then dove back down to bob up and down once more. Suddenly Darcy stood up, pulling her lips off my cock as she rose, sucking firmly until the very last moment. Her hand was still in her panties and working feverishly as she stepped closer to me. She used her outer calves to push my thighs wide open and she, glanced down at me, a lustful expression in her eyes. "Pull these strings," Darcy said softly, inclining a hip at me to indicate the strings I'd been wondering about earlier. I reached forward and gently pulled on both of them, and they came away easily. Then I saw her panties fall to the floor, the sides of them unknotted. I looked at Darcy's hand and she had three fingers fucking in and out of her glistening wet cunt lips. She turned around and bent over, putting her free hand on the coffee table to balance herself as she pushed her ass high into the air, her fingers never stopping their movements in and out, and in and out. I could see Darcy's perfectly shaped, completely bare pussy lips being spread apart by her insistent fingers. She continued moaning as she put on a show for me. When she pulled her fingers out of herself, very slowly, I could see a long strand of stickiness leading back to between her smooth, slippery folds. She was extremely wet. Darcy slid her hand from between her legs, and instead reached behind her over the top of her ass and slipped her sticky-wet middle finger between her ass cheeks. I knew what she was going do. "Mmm, does my baby want to watch me finger my tight little asshole?" She moaned softly as she almost whispered the words. I couldn't see what she was doing because the babydoll still obscured my view, but whatever it was, Darcy was getting into it. "You know I do, lover," I laughed. She knew damn well I loved anything anal, especially when it was her ass on the line. "Then you need to help me out with something," she told me, almost purring the words out. She only sounded like that when she was especially turned on. Apparently whatever she had in mind was out of this world in hotness. "Help you with wh..." but my voice trailed off, because at that moment, Darcy lifted the back of the babydoll to display her ass to me. The insides of her cheeks were shining, as if slightly wet. She had lubed her ass, apparently. But that wasn't all. Darcy had something there already. "I want you to slide this butt plug I've had in my ass all day out, so that I can slide my fingers into it for you," Darcy purred out softly again. Her fingers touched the toy lightly to indicate it to me. As if I couldn't tell already, I thought to myself. She backed up slowly after that, still folded over with her ass pushed high in the air, keeping it level with my face. With an act of balance that could have won her an Olympic gold, Darcy slowly reached back while bending over and grabbed both of her cheeks, squeezing them firmly so her fingers dug into the flesh, and pulled them apart slowly for me, giving me perfect access. "This is so fucking hot," I breathed softly. I heard her gasp softly. She was now so close to me that my breathy words were felt against her cunt lips. With a slightly trembling hand, I reached up and grabbed the plug that was held in tightly by her outer muscles. I slowly tugged at it, and Darcy moaned in pleasure as she pushed out softly, clearly enjoying the feel of her anus stretching for the toy, distending her slightly. It was a fairly standard medium-sized conical butt plug. It was narrow at the base so the anal muscles could hold it in easily, then flared quite a bit just above the base, and slowly tapered to a rounded nub at the end. Darcy let out a breathy moan as it came free. She made to touch her asshole as I pulled it away, but then I pushed the toy back into her. Not forcefully, but insistently, sliding the entirety of it back into her. Darcy moaned loudly the whole time it slid in. "Pull it out yourself, slut," I growled softly at her, wanting to see her pull the plug out for herself this time. Anal pleasure was my domain in our relationship, and after reeling from the initial shock of seeing her stuffed full of a butt plug, I regained my dominant footing in regards to her ass. Darcy complied without hesitation. Her fingers gripped the base of the toy and pulled it out, a bit rougher than I had, gasping in slight pain and immense pleasure as she stretched wide for the intruder and then felt herself clench tight as the toy tapered out and was removed altogether. "Now finger fuck your slutty ass for me, Darcy. Show me what an anal whore you are," I ordered fiercely. Darcy said nothing, instead choosing to take two of the fingers which had previously occupied her now dripping pussy and slip them deep into her ass without preamble and begin to fuck in and out. The toy had done its work and she had no trouble fucking herself while holding her ass open with her other hand. "Tell me what you are, baby," I whispered softly, but with a slight menace in my voice. I was throbbing painfully now, but I refused to touch myself. I knew Darcy would take care of me and was content to wait and watch for now. "I'm your anal slut, Chris. I'd do anything for you," she moaned out, breathing heavily now as she fucked herself. She was getting into it, and humping her ass back against her own fingers. And then I smacked her ass firmly. Darcy gasped as the hand struck and it caught her by surprise, she nearly lost her balance, but recovered quickly and continued fucking her ass, even faster now. My hand print was left in a pale red on the ivory flesh of her ass. It was the perfect contrast. "That's right, love, you are," I breathed softly, hand stroking the reddened ass cheek softly, soothing it, as I leaned in closer. My mouth was barely inches away from her pussy before, but now my nose pressed lightly against her perineum and I flicked my tongue out against her soaked pussy. Darcy moaned loud and pushed her fingers in deep as I teased her. White Christmas Whoever thought it was a good idea to celebrate the holidays in a cabin on a mountain is an idiot. I keep telling my parents that, and every other person who decided to attend too. Sure enough I'm joking most of the time, but there's a core of truth here: I really don't want to freeze my ass off during Christmas. And as it so happens, I'm going to. The weather forecast promises nothing but snow, a white Christmas after all these years. The last time I saw such a thing is ten years ago, when I really didn't care for it. Now, grown up, there's little I'd look forward to as much as a white Christmas, but the cold in this badly isolated cabin really puts a damper on things. It's a day before Christmas when the final guests arrive. The complete company consists of me and my parents, along with two other couples (friends of my parents) and another family with a son. The guy is around my age, so naturally we will hang out a lot. So much, even, that we get to share a room for the rest of our stay. While the underlying thought of it is that there's only a limited number of rooms available, but I like to think differently. We get along very well after all, despite not having seen each other for years. Neither of us really liked coming to the conventions our parents held, but we exchanged phone numbers the last time we saw each other. When I decide to get up and head to the door after everyone else to greet the final arrivals, I seem to be too late already. The door, thank God, is already closed again, and the ones who arrived at last are already inside. I'm the last one they greet, so I smile and say hello to the father, the mother, and then Adam, their son. When his hand and mine meet, however, I shortly forget how to speak. In those years we hadn't seen each other I had seen photos of him, sure, but seeing him here in person right now... I can imagine I feel the same a fan of a certain artist feels when they're confronted by that very person. Adam is hot, and even if I were completely straight, that would be an objective observation. Bright green eyes, neatly styled brown hair, a set of white teeth to die for and a toned body to boot, visible even through his sweater. All he does, though, is smile. "Hey Cam, long time no see," he greets me. His voice I heard before, when we called about this Christmas party to determine if we should go or not. He managed to talk me into going, for which the regret just melted like snow before the sun. He somehow seems capable of that: showing up and instantly improving the mood of the room. Not that I'm such a thundercloud, of course. We're equals in that field, I would say. As soon as they all have taken off their thick winter coats and got settled, Adam and I hit it off right away. It's the usual course, just the way we always do. But now that we finally see each other physically instead of text messages or phone calls, the conversation is about somewhat deeper things. Despite his looks he's quite intelligent, something people usually underestimate when dealing with him. "I guess I'm just looking for a little more depth, I guess," he tells me after the story of when he had to break it off with another who was only after him for his looks. "You know, someone who stays up late at night discussing things bigger than my dick." I chuckle. "Are you sure that's not asking too much? I mean, I don't think I know of any subjects bigger than that." "I do," he then retorts. When I cock my head to the side he begins laughing. "Your ego." I punch him on his shoulder, but seeing him cracking up so much I can't help but bursting into laughter too. "Real talk, though," he says as we manage to recover, "she looked afraid when I mentioned anything regarding our contemporary culture." "She probably realised you were onto her scheme of using your looks to gain popularity online. I had the same happen to me once. I dumped her faster than she could count to potato." He grins, baring those brilliant white teeth of his again. "You really think she wanted to do that? She wasn't the kind of girl who was plastered to her phone all the time." "In that case she may just have been a girl trying to use you to gain popularity in real life." He stares at me for a second or two. "You really need to try and see people as not wanting to take advantage of one another all the time," he then says. "She was probably just scared to find out I can think further than my next visit to the gym." I shrug. After only a short while dinner is ready, and I must admit, I'm hungry. Seeing all the dishes filled with delicious food makes my mouth water, and my stomach rumbles in celebration of this meal. There's beef, turkey, chicken, salads, beef, and even more beef, so it seems my parents, who organised this get-together, listened to my preferences. And judging by the silence during dinner it seems I'm not nearly the only one thoroughly enjoying the food. Having two parents who are both master chefs certainly has its benefits. During the meal, however, I notice Adam glancing my way constantly, almost as if he's challenging me. Seeing how much is on his plate, I'd say that guess is correct. He's challenging me to a contest of who can eat the most, and I'm all up for that. The table is no longer a table, but a battlefield. The dishes are the weapons, and simultaneously, as though we're mirror images of each other, we fill our plates up with whatever we can get our hands on. It's on, and even those around us start to notice. Each bite is almost immediately followed by the next, and seeing the speed with which Adam is gulping down his food there's no way I can leave any time for excessive chewing anymore. I have to eat, no breaks, no respite. Our contest lasts longer than anyone else can take, so instead of filling their own plates, our family members start filling our plates instead. My parents cheer me on, his parents cheer him on, and the other couple is just sitting there, astounded by the amount of food we can manage to eat. As much as I want to laugh at their stupefied expression, though, Adam is relentless, meaning I need to be so too. We're quickly reaching the end of the banquet. My parents only prepared so much food, after all. I feel like my stomach is going to explode any moment now, but luckily that doesn't happen. I'm certain I gained a few kilos, though. Maybe even more than just a few. "Was that all?" Adam says once the food is finally all gone. I can hear in his voice that he can't take any more either. "I could go for another snack." I give him the finger and sigh deeply. Somehow I'm glad it's over. Except now the fun begins: processing it all. Everyone around us starts cleaning up, leaving us sitting at an empty table. "It's a miracle I'm not breaking this chair," I say eventually. "Do you always eat this much? How are you not fat?" He laughs. "Nah, this was just for fun. I'm really at my limit here." We stay seated for half an hour before we both agree we can move properly again. A visit to the toilet is more than necessary after that much, but since Adam is first to reach the one downstairs, I move upstairs for the bigger one. His loss. With every step upwards I feel like a magnet being pulled from another magnetic object. It's almost electric how I feel, moving away from Adam. I mean, it's like there's some sort of force-field around him that keeps pulling me back, like he's a planet and I'm his moon. This evening, there's nowhere I'd rather be than with Adam. In fact, where I am doesn't even matter in this situation. His smile, his humour, but also his intelligence. Granted, starting an eating contest isn't very intelligent, but overall he's very mature. And that turns me on more than his body alone. By the time I reach the bathroom I have a full hard-on, and the bulge is easily visible in my jeans. Releasing it behind a locked door feels better than anything up to that moment, and every touch sends fire up my spine. I'm not even thinking of using the toilet anymore, just the toilet paper. My sweater lands near the sink, the t-shirt I wore underneath near the toilet. With my pants slowly dropping with every step and my dick in my hand I stumble towards the shower. There it's only a few shakes until the feeling magnifies a couple hundred times. All that remains afterwards is a gooey white liquid slowly rolling down the shower wall. I lean against the wall beside me as I take a few deep breaths. The realisation of what just happened starts dawning upon me: I just jacked off to my best friend since years. Well, it wasn't really jacking off as I pretty much almost came just thinking of him, but still. I came to the thought of my best friend. It wouldn't be so bad if we were just normal friends, but the sight of my cum shooting against the wall while I pictured him will never leave my memory anymore. I'll forever look him in the eyes and remember this moment. A soft knock sounds on the bathroom door, shaking me from my thoughts. "Cam? You okay in there?" It's Adam. Of course it's Adam. At a time like this it's always the person you want around least of all. "Yeah, yeah," I answer, "I'm okay. Just processing the overload of food." He chuckles, and I quickly go for the toilet paper to clean up the mess I made. After that I actually use the toilet and go out to meet him. "Took you quite some time," he says as I open the door of the bathroom. As I expected, images of what I did in there flash before my eyes as I look at him. I shrug, trying my best to keep my cool. "I'm going for a walk," he announces. I frown. "It's cold outside," I tell him, as though he doesn't know that already. He braved the low temperatures more recently than I did. "I don't really care. Want to join? Getting lost together is much better than alone." His smile convinces me in the end, so a couple minutes later we are outside. The snow still falls, slowly but steadily. A blanket of white has claimed the picnic table and chairs, the deck, the roof, the trees, everything. Even the path is difficult to see. That does hold one benefit, though. At least now we can walk wherever we want without having to stick to the standard pathways. I'm beginning to see the appeal of a walk more and more, and Adam isn't even the core of those thoughts. Still, just looking at him sends a small shock to my crotch. I do all I can not to think of it, but once I start I can't stop. The winter coat I'm wearing masks the bulge, though, so for the time being I'm safe. As long as I don't have it for too long I can even make it without unloading again. "So, left or right?" Adam asks, breaking the silence. Several wooden poles mark the official path, which splits up between a left path, going down slightly, and a right path, going up slightly. I nod to the right. "We can descend later on, when we're already tired," I reason, and he agrees with it. We take the right path. The little stroll does me good. Despite the cold it's actually pretty comfortable, and the conversations I have with Adam aren't too dirty. I can only imagine how hard hearing him talk sex will make me, so I avoid anything regarding that subject. Instead we discuss politics, games, the usual stuff, and drift further and further from the cabin. The snow just keeps falling relentlessly, and soon enough we're also part of the white world of winter. Neither of us really consciously notices it, as we're too busy with our conversations, but when the wind starts picking up and the snow becomes more like a flurry, we take up shelter in a small rocky cave. "This is actually pretty bad," Adam states. "Should we go back yet?" I arch an eyebrow. "You're the one who wanted a stroll. You decide whether we go back yet or not." He sighs and just stares at the snowflakes fall. I lean against the cave wall, resting up and wiping the residual snow off my coat. "If this weather is too bad for you," I say, "we're going to be stuck here for some time." He turns his head to me, an expression in his eyes I'm not used to. There's some sort of twinkling in there, while I'm pretty sure there's no light behind me. It's not anything dangerous, however, as he hasn't attacked me yet. "Can I... Can I confess something?" he then asks, out of the blue. It catches me off guard and leaves me speechless for a little bit. Instead of an actual answer I just nod. He gets up and stands next to me, leaning against the wall too. "I, uh... I don't know how to say this." I quickly go over several options, including the one in which he has committed a murder and is now confessing about that to me. It's not very likely, but it's still an option worth consideration. "Look, we've known each other for a couple years now," he says, "and I don't want this to ruin things between us or anything." I cock my head to the side, staring at him and silently urging him on. If he's going to say what I think is most likely, well, things might even improve. "Okay, fuck it, you turn me on." I give him a smile. "You know, I've been waiting for you to say that." Our frozen lips meet, and although the physical sense is slightly lagging, I can definitely feel the vigour with which he follows suit. I feel his hands appear on my back, then one on the back of my head, pulling me in even further. He zips open my coat and we turn, him pushing me against the rock wall instead of the other way around. He can feel my erection, I'm certain of that. When I zip open his coat I feel his heat flowing into me, but also his rock-hard bulge. Seems he isn't lagging behind, just like during dinner. Slowly his hips begin grinding against me, and his breathing becomes louder. It doesn't take him long before he pulls off his gloves, despite the cold, and shoves one hand down my pants. I feel the electricity of letting him touch my dick, and I return the favour by throwing off my gloves too and sliding one hand under his clothes, letting my fingers run across every ridge of his abs before meeting with his underwear and belt. Nothing but smooth skin all the way down to his penis. He continues grinding me against the rock wall, but we stand there for a little while, kissing and rubbing each other's cock in the meantime. His tongue and mine meet plenty of times, and it remains playful until he comes close to the edge. I feel his grinding harder and harder, pushing me against the rock with more and more force each thrust. Along with his tongue, his teeth come into play too now, and he bites down hard on my lower lip, so hard I can taste the blood. Under his breath I can hear him softly moan, and I realise I'm doing the same. When he comes he throws his head back in his neck and lets out a louder moan. Under my hand I feel the throbbing come to a climax, and that feeling sends me over the edge too, combined with his moan, his hand still grasping my cock and his final thrust forward. For the second time in half an hour I shoot my load, and with the same guy in mind too. This time feels a lot better, though, despite my bleeding lip. "Considering the circumstances," I say, wiping the blood off my chin with the sleeve of my coat, "that was amazing." He smiles apologetically. "Sorry about your lip, I just..." "Ah, don't worry about it. It's fine, really. I'll just tell them you let a branch whip me in the face." He chuckles. "Yeah, sound believable. The weather seems to be clearing up, too." I arch an eyebrow at him and smile. "Well, what are we waiting for then? I'm dying for some warmth." "Can't agree more with you there." The walk back is just as fun, if not more fun than before, and explaining my bloody lip is nothing special. They all believe it instantly, and even admit they think Adam is a bit clumsy at times. There's little that's more fun than watching him take those things while knowing the reason for them saying those things is a lie. In any case, we spend the rest of the evening sitting on the ground in front of the fireplace, warming up again after the stroll. Only when the time comes everyone else is heading off to bed and we're still sitting there. All it takes is the sound of the last door closing for Adam to jump at me. He pins my hands to the ground above my head and sits down on top of me. "I guess this is our time, huh?" he says. "When the cat's away..." "...the mice take over the world?" He pauses a moment, processing what I just said. "Yeah, that." I have no more time to respond with anything else, as he presses his lips to mine in an instant. I struggle a bit, considering the location he's choosing for this. "What the hell are you doing?" I say, half whispering to make sure no one hears me. "You're not actually thinking of doing it here, are you?" He grins. "Here, in front of a dying fire? No, not in this direct spot. Come on, let's have a little fun, go wild. What's the harm in living a little?" I snicker. "Giving my parents an image that'll be burned onto their retinas for the rest of their lives?" He laughs and gives me a quick peck on the lips before releasing my arms to take off his sweater and shirt. As I suspected, he's ripped. I wouldn't expect any less of someone like him, as he takes great joy in making himself look like someone who has no real goal outside the gym. I quickly follow suit and unveil my toned body, definitely not any worse than his. "It's all fun, you know," I say. "But the only thing that really wants to be free is my dick." He cocks his head to the side. "Really now? In that case, let's set it free." He gets off me and begins unbuttoning my jeans. Each button released feel better, until they're all opened and the bulge in my underwear is clearly visible. He tries to get back on top of me, but I throw him to the side and roll over, like we did in the cave. Now it's me on top of him, and judging from the twinkle in his eyes he's enjoying it more than enough. I begin by kissing him on the lips, then I start going down, over his pecs, shortly bite one of his nipples, then move on to his well-defined abs, until I reach his clothes again. I almost tear his belt off, and I'm sure after my treatment the buttons of his jeans won't take much more, but I manage to pull down his pants and reveal his bulge as well. In that aspect, he finally manages to lose to me. After his pants I pull down his underwear enough for his dick to spring out, already throbbing and ready to shoot. His moans begin again, softly at first, but when my tongue touches his cock he can't help but getting louder. I stand up again to pull my pants and underwear down and off, along with my socks. He does the same, and so we end up both naked, with me standing over him while he does everything in his power to not start jacking off immediately. "Heh, looks like you really can go bigger than my dick," he says, his eyes glued to my crotch. "Wait till you feel what it's like." I quickly kneel behind him. He already lifts his legs up for me, so slowly as the snow falls outside I ease my dick into him. Just the mere feeling of that elicits some groans from deep inside of him. And when I begin my thrusts, I notice his hands gripping the carpet below us tightly. Along with his moans come words too now, words to urge me on. He tells me to go faster, harder on him. But at one point I pull out. Seeing his disillusioned face is priceless. "Put it back in," he moans. "It feels so good." In truth I'm seconds away from my climax, and I'm only using this as a distraction to be able to keep going for longer. "Yeah?" I say as I stand up. "You want more? Then you're going to have to earn it." He scrambles up and practically dives at me, falling to his knees and taking my cock in his mouth. I grab the hair on the back of his head and push him further onto it until I feel his hands squeezing my ass harder than before. Then I pull him back far enough to have him let go of me completely. The speed of that throws him off balance, however, so he falls on his back. Watching this amuses me to no end, seeing the guy who dominated my mind up until about two hours ago now craving my dick like it's his addiction. I'm no longer worried about anyone coming downstairs and seeing us. In this moment, everything is about Adam and my cock. White Christmas "You like this, don't you?" I say, softly brushing my fingers over the stretched foreskin. "Let's play a little game. If you play it right, you'll get it. If you don't..." He gets up and his eyes meet mine. "I'm sorry," he says, a defiant fire lighting up inside of him. "But your script won't be used tonight." The power shift is almost tangible as he pushes me back against the table. But he doesn't just stop there. With his free hand he clears the way for me, and he pushes me onto it with little trouble. All I can do is watch as his tongue slides over my dick shortly. "You thought you were the one in power here?" he says. "Big mistake. Having a bigger dick doesn't give you anything." The roles have been reversed completely, and that becomes abundantly clear when the tip of his cock enters my ass. Just because his is smaller than mine doesn't mean his is not big at all, and where I eased it in, he does it the hard way. I softly thrusted, and what he does is the definition of pounding my ass into submission. I hear his hips slap against my ass repeatedly and in rapid succession, and at some point I even start to like it. I've had more cocks up my ass before, but his is definitely one I enjoy. I let him have his way for some time, as his moans become louder and louder with each slap. When they start to become too loud, however, I push him off me again and meet his eyes with defiance once more. This time I guide him towards the couch, right where my parents sat not even ten minutes earlier. There I throw him on his belly and crawl on top of him. "You thought you were rough?" I ask him, whispering it. "You haven't felt rough yet." I plug his ass and begin slamming down, drilling him into the couch. Aside from his moans I now hear the results of what I would almost call violence, in the form of more guttural moans and something I'm sure are groans of pain. For a little while I do this, until he decides he's had enough of it. I'm not sure what he does, but something in his movement brings me off balance and I tumble off the couch onto my back. He jumps after me and turns me over. Doggy style it is. We're starting to reach the end of this power play, and I realise that when his moans turn into those like back in the cave. I can almost exactly pinpoint the moment when he throws his head back in his neck. I feel his cock throbbing violently in my ass, shooting loads of hot cum. It almost makes me cum myself, but I manage not to. When he pulls out and immediately brings his mouth to my ass, though, it becomes even harder. When he's finally done licking up his own cum, he lets me go. "Made sure not a drop was spilt," he says. "Come on, let me taste yours too." The hunger in his voice is unbelievable, but compelling nonetheless. I stand up and let him blow me. Only seconds later I shoot my own load into him, down his throat. After he's made sure he took it all, he falls back on his ass and tries to catch his breath. "And here I thought you were the calmer one of us two," he says between ragged breaths. "The one on the couch was just... violent." I grin. "I figured I could do better than you on the table." He starts laughing. It's infectious, just like that grin of his, and we end up laughing like idiots. By the time we manage to catch our breath, however, I realise we're both naked still and in the middle of the living room. Considering the time I propose we head upstairs too, to bed, as I'm quite tired after the walk and the amazing round of sex we just had. He seems to share that feeling, so we grab our clothes and head up. There are two beds in our room, both too large for just one person, but just a bit too small for two. Due to that we both take one, as I always like my space in bed. If it were a king-size I'd have happily slept together, but alas. We quickly crept underneath the blankets, still naked, and switched off the light after wishing each other good night. About two hours later I wake up again. At first I barely know what's going on, unable to see it as well, but when I hear Adam's grunts closer to me than his bed I know exactly what's happening. "Adam?" I whisper. "What are you doing?" "Can't sleep," he answers. I doubt that's the only reason, and by the time I feel his erection brush against my ass my suspicion is confirmed. "Really now?" I hear him chuckle. "Can I?" "Why the hell not." Contrary to what he did a couple hours ago, he softly pushes his penis into me. I attribute his sluggish demeanour to the fact it's really the middle of the night, so late it becomes early. That's also why I just let him do it. He starts out slow, just sliding it in and out. I can imagine his back arching with each push, his dancer's body more flexible than mine in any way, and slowly I feel my dick start to grow as well. Over time he doesn't go much faster, trying to kiss me occasionally instead, and I feel him place his head between my shoulder blades at some point. His moans return too, but not as loud as they were before. This time it's softer, more passionate in a way. No longer the competitiveness we shared during dinner or when the fire in the fireplace was dying down, but the kind of lovemaking one would expect from someone who deeply cared for the other. That's why, when he pulls out, I'm confused. "Turn around," he whispers, hovering his head right next to mine. I follow his order and see him there, sitting over me with a glowing smile on his face and his dick in his hand. "Do you mind?" I shake my head. He gets a little closer and jacks the rest of the way. Again he throws his head back, something that feels endearing rather than weird, and I let my face be splashed with his cum. "Merry Christmas," he whispers before he plants his lips on mine again. I can't help but smile. A white Christmas was something I had wished for this year, and in the early hours of the morning I had exactly that. White Christmas "Oh god, Chris," she whispered, "I'm so fucking hot for you." "Sit your slutty pussy down on my cock, Darcy, and keep fingering your asshole for me. Oh, and hand me that plug," I said conversationally. She had set the toy down on the ground after pulling it from herself. Her thighs spread wide and moved to the outsides of mine, and she pushed her fingers into her asshole deep as she squatted down, reaching between my legs to grab my hard cock, directing it at her pussy. Darcy's hot wetness enveloped me for the first time that day, soaking my entire shaft as she slid me into herself balls deep. She kept herself bent forward as her thighs pressed to mine so she could continue fingering her ass, and squirmed slowly in my lap. "The toy," I reminded her gently, and she quickly grabbed it and handed it to me. She began to slowly ride my cock while pumping her fingers in and out of her tight asshole for me; I leaned back into the couch to enjoy the sight of her pussy slipping up and down on my cock as her fingers worked herself. My hands grabbed for her ass cheeks and I helped guide her, moaning softly each time she hit the bottom to take me all the way in. She worked her hips back and forth, and around while sliding up and down. Darcy was so fucking good at making her and I feel the most pleasure possible that I found it hard to argue with her methods. Her own sounds of pleasure we deep and guttural so I wasn't the only one here enjoying her slowly bouncing on my shaft. I took a hand off of her perfectly formed ass and puller her fingers from inside her. Darcy immediately leaned forward more and put her hands on my knees to support her as she rode my throbbing hard cock. She was such a compliant slut for me most of the time. "Oh fuck, baby, your cock feels so g..." and she gasped and was cut short as I had chosen that moment to reinsert the butt plug, sliding it in all the way without warning. My arms slid around her body to cup her big, gorgeous tits and I squeezed them softly as she began to ride me more insistently. My lips were pressed softly to her ear, kissing it softly, breathing heavily into it, moaning and letting her know how good her pussy felt wrapped around my cock. "That's it, Darcy, ride my cock like a good little girl," I breathed gently, squeezing her tits a bit harder. Darcy leaned her head back onto my shoulder as I grinded up into her ass, pushing my cock deeper into her wanting pussy. She looked at me and grinned softly. "I want to ride your cock in my ass, lover," she moaned gently into my ear. Her tongue flicked out to touch my earlobe and I shivered at the contact. How could I deny those pleading eyes? I pushed her out of my lap and she turned around, climbing back into my lap and settling herself in the same position that we had started, except we were mostly naked now and her sopping wet bare cunt was pressed to the underside of my throbbing cock. We hadn't kissed in so long, so I reached out and slid a hand behind her neck, pressing my lips into hers softly, moaning gently as she grinded her pussy lips into my cock. I could feel them splitting around me, trying to take me within. Our tongues collided perfectly, meeting between our moves and entwining like old, long lost lovers. They danced and explored each softly, almost waltzing. I loved the feel of every bit of her, but I think kissing Darcy was my favourite. Every kiss was different, more electric than the last. I felt more love from her with our mouths pressed together than any other time. She groaned deeply in pleasure suddenly, and pressed herself into me hard. I felt her tits mash against my chest, stiff nipples poking into my skin softly as the flesh around them flattened out. I realized she was pulling the toy out, and my suspicions were confirmed a moment later when I heard the dull thunk of plastic hitting the ground. Without a word, and without letting our lips unmesh, Darcy lifted herself and grabbed my cock. Her head tilted down to keep kissing me, and her tongue was entirely unwilling to leave my mouth, not that I was complaining. I felt her drag the head of my cock against her clit, rubbing herself there for a moment, before slipping it further backward, along the lips of her open pussy. We both moaned at the feeling of this. My cock lurched, knowing that it was slipping past its natural home deep inside her. Her hips tilted just so, angling her asshole toward me cock as the head finally reached its destination between her lubed cheeks. I felt the head touch her asshole and I moaned softly. She was already so well worked open that this would be beyond easy. Still incredibly tight, but she would have zero discomfort at all taking me. That was our favourite way to do it, since Darcy loved it in the ass, and wanted it rough most of the time. With a bite to my lower lip, Darcy pushed herself down suddenly, holding my cock firmly at her entrance, but whipped it away moments later as the head popped into her asshole smoothly. But she didn't stop there. She kept sliding down onto me, taking my entire length in one long, smooth push down, accompanied by a soft, continuous moan. Her ass cheeks pressed against my thighs softly as she took me inside her and stopped moving with a deep release of her breath then began breathing slowly, deeply. She was adjusting to my size. "God I love having your cock in my ass, babe," she breathed out, grinning at me. Darcy leaned forward and kissed me firmly. The motion of her doing that brought her ass up and off my cock a few inches. I took the chance to slide my hands under her ass and grip it firmly while kissing her back, my eyes closed and concentrating on the pleasure of having her tight asshole sliding slowly up my shaft. As she reached the top, Darcy let her weight bounce back down, quicker than before, letting our bodies smack together lightly, a soft grunt issuing from her lips as I filled her ass with my shaft again. Her large tits bounced up and down hypnotically as she took me inside her. If I hadn't been intent on plastering her lips with mine and shoving my tongue against hers between words, I'd have sucked on her nipples with sheer glee. "Fuck that ass, Darcy, like the little anal slut for me that you are," I growled out softly and she began to bounce with a bit more urgency, the stretched and worked open asshole still slick with the lube she had applied earlier sliding up and down my shaft so easily, but still holding on tight like a vice, and hot as hell. Every time she bottomed out, it felt like my shaft was buried in slick, hot inferno. "That's right, baby, I'm your anal whore. Your ass slut. Give your naughty girl all that dick of yours in her tight little asshole," she was panting hard from the effort of riding my cock and the words came out as a breathy moan of pleasure, tinged with a harsh tone, filled with lust. She had dropped a hand down between her thighs and started fingering her pussy again. She loved this. And Darcy kept going. She was egging me on now. "Fuck your slut's ass harder, Chris; give it to her with everything you have. Don't worry, she loves taking it in the ass for you. I want to make you cum with my asshole, lover," her lips slid to my ear and whispered all this into it, body pressing close to me so I could feel her breasts flatten against my chest, biting at the lobe as she bounced harder, the moaning bleeding through as she fucked herself with her fingers. Darcy's words had me so fucking hot that I gripped her ass tightly and began to roughly thrust up into her each time she came down. Each thrust of my cock as deep and hard into her slutty asshole as possible earned me a soft scream of painful pleasure from her. I relished the sounds come from her mouth as I took her ass like the slut she was for me. "Mmm, oh yes, baby. That's right. Your ass is mine. I'm the only one that gets to fuck your tight hole so rough, so hard, because you're my whore and you're happy to be it, aren't you? Your slutty ass is going to make me cum, you know. I'm getting so close. Do you want me to fill your ass with it?" I spoke with a harsh growl, punctuating each sentence and question with a rough bite to her neck, my teeth sinking into her smooth flesh. My hands were gripping painfully into her ass now as I bounced her up and down on my cock and used her asshole almost like a fucktoy. Darcy loved it. Without a word of warning, she pulled her ass off my cock and slid down to the floor again, her fingers never leaving her pussy, still fucking it harshly. She must have been close. I groaned in disappointment, though, as she pulled off. I had been so close myself. But then to my utter astonishment, she gripped the base of my cock and immediately sunk my shaft into her mouth. That's right. The girl I loved had just let me fuck her in the ass, and now had my cock buried in her throat without batting an eyelash. Darcy was so fucking hot. I couldn't help but smile in amusement, though, since the Santa hat was still seated on her head and the pom-pom bounced every time she ducked her mouth down onto my shaft. Darcy's ass was high in the air and squirming in pleasure as she finger fucked herself furiously. Her lips bobbed up and down on my cock quickly, with determination, and her small hand curled around the shaft, following along with her lips, giving me a handjob on top of the blowjob. It felt fucking spectacular, and the feeling was only increased by the fact that she had not stopped moaning since her lips had sucked down my cock, either due to the fact that sucking on my cock that had just been ass-deep in her was a total fucking turn on as it was for me, or the fingers working at her cunt had something to do with it. Either way, the vibration combined with everything else was phenomenal. "God, you're such a kinky slut, lover, I fucking love you," she glanced up at me, and I saw lustful love in her eyes as well, and she gave me the best smirk she could around my cock, but kept at it, without pause. I wasn't going to be able to hold on for long. "I'm going to cum, Darcy, fuck. Your slutty mouth is going to make me cum," I groaned urgently as she jerked me off while bouncing her lips along my shaft, tongue working around it furiously. Darcy pulled her mouth from my cock and shifted a bit so she could sit back with her ass between her feet on the floor, knees still planted resolutely in front of me. Her hand was moving quickly now, she was looking up at me with those mossy green eyes, staring at me as she jerked me off. "Give your Christmas Slut your cum, baby," she whispered softly, almost tentatively, but so full of love and lust and pure unadulterated arousal that it pushed me over the edge. I groaned loudly, eyes closing and rolling back into my head in extreme pleasure just as I was about to shoot, but I forced them open to stare at the scene below me that was about to come. As she stroked my cock, Darcy had it pointed directly at her face, her mouth wide open and her tongue out. The first powerful jet of my cum splashed out across her lips, tongue and cheek. It was at that exact moment she chose to climax, powerfully. Her eyes quickly fluttered shutter and squeezed tight in pleasure as she nearly screamed in orgasm, and the next shot of my cum splattered perfectly across her cheek right to her forehead in such an incredibly sexy way. Her hips rocked and rolled through her orgasm, and Darcy closed her mouth, her throat working and swallowing the cum that had landed there. A third jet of my sticky seed hit her across her closed lips. She pointed my cock down to her chest and let the remaining shots of thick, hot cum splatter across her perfect tits, her eyes opening to look up at me with a big grin as she slowed her jerking down. Her pink tongue poked out from her lips and eagerly licked up the cum within reach before leaning in to suck at the tip of my dick, gathering anything remaining in it with a soft, satisfied moan of post-orgasmic pleasure. I stumbled back on trembling legs from the power of the orgasm I had just had, and fell onto the sofa again. Darcy gained her footing and came to crawl into my lap. My arms slipped around her waist automatically, and she smiled softly at me, her face and tits covered in my cum. She had never looked more beautiful. I leaned in to kiss her firmly, but sweetly. The rough, kinky sex was over, and I was back to being the gentle, loving boyfriend. "You're amazing, Darcy," I breathed, beaming at her in pure satisfaction. "Yeah, I know. I deserve better than you for a boyfriend," she grinned playfully and I gave her a smack on the ass, at which she giggled. "What made you think of doing this?" I asked. I'd been dying to know since I saw the fake snow. I caught the look in her eye and she glanced down at her chest with a smirk. I knew what she was going to say. "Don't you dare say it." "You've been dreaming of a White Christmas," she sang in a horrible impersonation of Bing Crosby.