Piper Makes The Best Gift Ever

Author's Note: I had the crazy idea to write a romance-focused bisexual MMF threesome as my entry for the 2026 Winter Holidays Story Contest. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Winter is cold, but the holidays bring their own kind of warmth.

"Mail's here, but I don't see any Christmas cards," Tristan said, looking at the bundle in his gloved hands as he stood in our front doorway. The warm air of the house raced out around him in a vain effort to heat the small corner of Toronto that we called home.

I'd started renting a room in this century house only a couple weeks earlier and shared it with two men. One of them was Tristan, strikingly handsome in his grey coat, a yellow scarf adding a splash of colour that complemented his chestnut hair and eyes.

When he turned those eyes to me, I felt a buzz. I'd felt it a few times now in the two weeks or so we'd known each other. When he turned his attention back to the stack of envelopes in his hand, the smile he'd shared with me remained on his lips.

"Hey," Tristan said, holding out a piece of lettermail. "This one's for you, Piper." Piper Lucky, the name on the envelope, was a constant, ironic reminder of my cosmically bad fortune.

"Thanks," I told Tristan. I turned the envelope over in my hands, festive red nails over plain white paper. The provincial government branding told me I was probably holding my updated driver's licence. I had just moved, after all.

This house still felt a little strange and unfamiliar, but I was getting more comfortable by the day. Remembering where a small paring knife was, I used it to slit open the envelope and was greeted by my own face staring back at me from a small plastic photo ID.

The picture was from two years ago, back when I was twenty-three. My wide, dark eyes and shoulder-length brown hair were made to look black by the high-contrast photo. They had forbidden me from smiling when they took it, making me look far more serious than I really am.

"Hey, look! I officially live here now." I waved the new license at him, his eyes bobbing as they tried to make out the details of the tiny black-and-white picture. I brought it up to my face so he could see the photo and the real deal at the same time.

Looking back at him, I guessed Tristan to be about three years older than me. If he had any serious years on me, then he was aging very gracefully. I smiled back at those chestnut eyes and enjoyed my latest buzz.

"Lemme see?" he asked, holding out his hand. I gave it to him, a tiny brush of our fingers sending a warm chill up my arm. "Oh, that's a cute picture." He handed it back, and I took the chance for another tiny bump. I wasn't sure what I even meant by it, but it felt good.

"Are you going to be around for the holidays?" I asked casually. He was halfway out of his grey coat.

"Nope. I'm heading out East to see a... friend." His voice put weight and meaning to that word.

"No family get-togethers?" I pried. If Tristan was spending Christmas with someone special, then I needed to know. This vibe felt like it could be worth nurturing, even if he was my roommate.

"My parents decided to go on a holiday cruise this year, so it's just me sticking around for the winter. Figured I'd give my friend Stephan a visit. We haven't seen each other in a long time." His voice was wistful and full of fond memories. I again got the impression that Stephan was more than just a friend, which had me all the more intrigued.

Tristan definitely gave off that vibe, but he also gave the vibe of lingering eyes and easy, meaningful smiles to his roommate Piper.

His exact opposite, a man named Marcus, was in the other room watching the hockey game. Unlike Tristan, Marcus was wide, imposing, and moody. Just like Tristan, though, Marcus' personal characteristics happened to really work for him.

I'll admit it: I think both of my roommates are hot. But if you knew my luck, you'd know to watch out.

I raised my voice so that the big gorilla in our shared living room could hear. "How about you, Marcus? Where are you gonna be this Christmas?"

"Right here," he grunted. The deepness of his voice was such that I could hear his presence on our couch, taking up more room than any one person has the right to. There had been times where I'd felt absolutely lost in his shadow. He had been a huge help moving me in, and I felt like I owed him for it.

"No family in the area?" I asked, the tone of my reply a silvery flute to his booming baritone.

His response was just a grunt and an increase in volume from the hockey game. Excuse me for asking.

"How about you, Piper?" Tristan asked, leaning over the counter. Even his lounging clothes were fashionable, a well-fitting henley unbuttoned at the top to show off his collarbones.

"My parents split a long time ago," I said, relating an old hurt that had long since healed. "Both of them married into other families, and they're focusing on being present with them this year."

"Being present?" he asked wryly.

I rolled my eyes. "No pun intended. They need a bit of space. Settle in with where they ended up." Now my eyes twinkled. "That leaves my sisters and me to have our own Christmas, where we mostly just drink a lot of wine and go crazy."

"Sounds fun," Tristan laughed. "If they're anything like you, that is."

Marcus' voice broke the flashing heat of Tristan's welcome compliment. "I'll have the place to myself, then," he interjected, showing that he was still listening in. "Good to know. I won't have to be quiet for once."

I ignored Marcus, hoping to keep playing games in Tristan's eyes. We returned to it for a moment, but sadly only for a moment; those round chestnuts popped open in sudden remembrance, like he'd missed an important date.

"Shit," he muttered, grabbing his coat and throwing it over his toned shoulders. "Sorry, Piper. I forgot something, gotta go. See you later."

"See ya, buddy," Marcus called back. Damn, that man had some ears on him. After giving Tristan one last warm smile that I hoped he would interpret as being very warm, I decided to give Marcus' gigantic ears a talking to.

"Who's winning?" I asked, sliding around to the free end of the couch and plunking my bottom down.

Marcus was a veritable image of masculinity. Thick, broad muscles and a dense beard with black, short, and wild hair that was as thick as the rest of him. I am neither small nor overly slender, but I felt positively tiny in comparison to Marcus.

Guessing his age, I'd say he was right around thirty. His gruffness added a few years to him, but that was also charming in its own way. I had a feeling that it was mostly a front.

"It's up there, top right," he replied flatly, referring to the score displayed on the TV screen. He took a cheeky sip of beer. Sometimes, Marcus was not so charming.

"I know. But maybe I just wanted to hear you say it," I teased. "So?"

"What, who's winning? Not us," Marcus huffed. I swear, that man's voice could be used to test sub-woofers. The broadness of his chest was an expanse.

"Us? For all you know, I could be a Florida fan."

"Which one?"

I had forgotten that somehow, Florida had two teams in a sport that we'd invented. "Changes with the weather. Speaking of, I hear we're in for a hell of a storm later this week."

It was scheduled to arrive on Christmas Eve, and I was worried about it spoiling my Christmas plans with my sisters. It would be just my luck.

"Hmm," was all Marcus said. He was making it quite clear that he was looking forward to having Tristan and I out of the house. I was determined to get some kind of reaction out of this man.

I have always prided myself on being able to read people, and there was something about Marcus that just screamed more. This surly attitude was a cold front if I'd ever seen one, and I was going to melt it.

"So, Marcus," I asked, leaning a bit closer to him. "How are we working out as roommates? I understand that you've been here the longest. Tell me, are we more or less annoying than the last ones?"

He thought for a moment. "Hard to say," he said, after another sip of beer. "Tristan sure has a lot of skincare products taking up space in the bathroom, and one of you snores." He turned to look at me, making me feel small again. "I'm not sure which."

I hadn't noticed any snoring; did that mean it was me? No, couldn't be.

"I definitely noticed the products. Think he'll mind if I use a few of them?"

"Go for it."

"And you didn't answer my question: how do we stack up compared to the last two?" Given that Tristan and I had moved in at almost the same time, Marcus' previous housemates must have left together. "Did they drive you crazy, like I'm doing right now?"

I blinked comically at him, but he didn't notice. A faraway look had taken him, like he was seeing through the hockey game rather than watching it.

"They... didn't work out."

"You didn't get along?" The question hung in the air without a response. "If I know what happened, maybe Tristan and I can, you know, not do that. I like this house, and you guys." With that last part, his eyes snapped back to me for a moment, and I felt his gaze flash across my skin.

"Things got a little... complicated," Marcus said slowly. I got the sense that this was like pulling something from him, and that bringing it out hurt. "It just didn't work out, okay?"

"That's a shame," I said. "Well, I mean, kind of not, as well, right? Because if they hadn't moved out, then I couldn't live here. And I like it here."

"You did mention that."

I was getting the impression that Marcus wanted this interview to be over. "Okay there, bud," I said, broadening my accent a bit and pointing at the game. "Let me know if this bad boy goes into overtime. And hey, are you free later?"

"Why?"

"Because I might want your help putting up the Christmas tree."

Chapter 2

The next morning, I drank my coffee alone and enjoyed the peaceful quiet of winter. Seated at the marble kitchen island on what was slowly becoming my stool, I took another sip of hot, delicious clarity.

Some days it felt like I lived on coffee. My job could be relentless; I was working as a journalist for one of the main Toronto newspapers, and the holidays provided a welcome opportunity to slow down and take stock of my life.

Crunchy footsteps on the porch and kicking boots against the brickwork told me that my own personal mailman had arrived again. Tristan poked his head inside and warmed me up a notch with his brown, puppydog eyes. "Morning, Piper," he smiled. "We've got Christmas cards!"

"Any of them say 'Piper?'" I asked, already knowing the answer. I hadn't given my new address out, but who knows, maybe Santa Claus himself had been thinking of me. Not likely, given my luck.

"Don't think so, sorry." Tristan rifled through the envelopes. "One for me, and hey, even one for Marcus."

Starting to feel left out, I pouted comically for Tristan's benefit. It took him a second or two to notice, as he was paying rapt attention to the red envelope in his hands. "Oh, don't feel bad," he said reassuringly. "I'm sure yours are in the mail."

"I tend to move around a lot, so most people don't bother," I said. "Besides, they're just cards." That hadn't stopped me from sending out over a dozen. What can I say? I really get into the spirit of things. "Who's that from?"

"My parents." Tristan grabbed the knife I had used yesterday and slit open his prize. One more thing we have in common. "Oh shit, there's glitter."

"Uh oh, glitter in the kitchen!" I laughed, picturing Marcus' reaction to a little extra sparkle on the granite countertop. Bits of it fell like glimmering snow from the card in Tristan's hand, and I could tell from his face that there was love in that card in addition to the microplastics.

"Awww," he said, taking a printed photo from the card and holding it so that I could see it. An elderly couple and three dogs sat in front of a Christmas tree. Tristan was clearly close with his family, loving and loved back. The fact that he was sharing it with me had me melting in more ways than one.

"Cute," I said, taking another sip of my coffee. Tristan had occupied my attention just long enough for it to cool to a perfectly drinkable temperature while the rest of me heated up. "I see where you get it from."

There was something about this man that just made me want to flirt. But I had to be careful. Throwing yourself at your roommates isn't exactly how you get ahead in the Toronto housing market. Or, at least, not the way I wanted to be doing it. I may work for a living, but I'm not a working girl.

"Thanks. If I ever meet your folks, I'll tell you the same."

"I'll hold you to that," I said, running my tongue under my bottom lip. I had to do something to keep myself from biting it like a crushing teenager.

"So was that you?" Tristan asked, gesturing behind me.

"Depends," I said without looking back. "If you're talking about the cute little Santa Claus, then yes. If you're referring to the mess that someone made with the cutting board, then I have no idea what you're talking about, and it was probably Marcus."

"I have a hard time picturing Marcus eating a pomegranate." His banter made me feel at ease, and the warmth of his eyes was starting to feel like my favourite blanket.

"Is that what that was? I'm going to be honest with you, I thought it was a dragon fruit." I said wryly. "I mean, Marcus must have."

"Must have. So, you got any more of those?"

"What, pomegranates?"

"No, the cute little Santas."

"More than you would believe. I really like Christmas."

"I can see that," Tristan smiled, his eyes looking at more than just my holiday spirit. I leaned back to make it a little easier for him. Then, that look of remembrance hit him again. Just my luck. "Hey, you don't need the bathroom, do you? I have to shower before heading out to grab a gift for Stephan."

"Oh shit, actually, do you mind if I shower real quick first? I've got an appointment in just over an hour."

"No worries, take your time. Stores are open late on the holidays."

I couldn't help but get the sense that he was imagining me in the shower. Well, jokes on him, because I was imagining showering with him.

That thought stayed with me until well after the water had warmed up. The handle was cranked far enough to make my skin a shade of burning crimson, and pretty soon my pussy was the hottest thing in there. But I had places to be, and not enough time to touch myself.

Okay, I had a little time to touch myself. I soaped my breasts and made them extra clean, giving special attention to my full and rigid nipples. My hands made promises to my clit that my fingers just didn't have time for.

Just a little bit, a tiny touch, a small mmmmm, was all I could spare. As worked up as I was, it takes a lot more than that to make me cum. Frustrated, but energized, I quickly wrapped my towel around myself and opened the door.

My heart jumped. Tristan was there in the hall, patiently waiting in his own towel. He stepped back to make room, eyes tastefully raised to mine and not my body, when I saw something flicker in them.

And I felt something: air, cool and wintry on my bare skin. The corner of the towel that was supposed to be tucked over my breasts tickled the back of my leg.

I was practically naked in front of him, standing in the hallway with my mind flashing panic as my body flashed my handsome roommate. Still red from the shower, my exposed skin somehow managed to pull off an even deeper flush.

"Whoops," was all I could say. Just my luck.

Tristan may have been trying to look away, but he got more than an eyeful, and I saw every bit of it register on his face. He stepped back, trying to give me room, but I didn't know where to run. Maybe I didn't want to. I pulled the towel up as best I could.

But then I saw it.

His cock, poking up through his towel. It pointed most of the way to the ceiling. Then a little more. Then all the way.

It was nice. Full and veiny, trimmed and clean, thick and long. My mouth watered. Thank Santa that I was fresh from the shower, because otherwise I'd have no business being this wet.

The moment hung suspended, dead silence in the hallway. I couldn't help but notice how Tristan made no effort to hide his ready manhood, and I couldn't hide the fact that I was staring. This situation was about ten seconds away from turning into something.

A nearby door opened and both of us jumped. Actually, make that three of us: Marcus jolted in his doorway at the sight of us, eyes bouncing from me in my still half-nakedness to Tristan, and then to his cock. Okay, make that four of us jumping.

"Wait, woah," Marcus blurted. I noticed how his eyes happened to linger on the throbbing erection sprouting from Tristan's towel. Suddenly, he snapped to attention, seeing a half-naked woman being faced down by a clearly aroused man. "Piper, you okay? Is he bothering you?"

Is this guy bothering you? Yeah, he's getting me hot and bothered, but I needed to defuse this situation fast.

"It's okay, Marcus," I said, putting my towel back in place. He'd seen at most a nipple, unlike Tristan. I'd like to think that if he had, his cock would be standing up too.

One last regretful look at Tristan, and I took my cue and slipped back into my room. Whew.

Marcus coming to my "rescue" was like being swept off my feet and then hit by a freight train from the other direction. I'm not that type of girl, I swear. This is what I meant when I cursed my luck at living with two hot guys. This place was a Christmas powderkeg!

But I had to admit, I was breathless from that display. I imagined walking down any street with Marcus and not ever worrying about a thing. His gruff, uncaring act was masking a seriously protective vibe; it was just how he showed he cared.

The sound of water told me that Tristan was in the shower. If the men had exchanged any other words, then they'd been quick and quiet. I threw on a loose, comfortable top and some yoga pants and crept into the rest of the house, my hair and pussy still wet.

Marcus was in the living room on the couch, taking up most of it as usual. The television was off, no hockey or sports TV. He was lost in thought, and I had a pretty good guess what he was thinking about.

"Hey," I said, swishing around the corner and putting my wet hair against the back of the couch. It was warm from where Marcus' leg must have been before he heard me coming down the stairs. "Thanks for looking out for me there, but really, it was nothing."

"Oh?" That deep sound always caught me off guard. I was once again a tiny, silly girl beside this gigantic, bearded man. "Didn't look like 'nothing.'"

"Just a bit of a wardrobe malfunction."

"For both of you, it seemed." Marcus thought for a moment, and I let him. "To be honest, I didn't think Tristan was into girls." I detected a note of wistfulness, maybe some disappointment, but it could have been my imagination. I felt his old heat in the cushions, and it made us feel connected.

"I think he might be into a lot of things."

"Are you into him?"

His question was bold and sudden, and had I even thought it through myself? I was definitely into the idea of being into Tristan. He was returning every bit of it and more.

"I haven't decided yet."

"Yeah, you have. And it'll probably work out as well as it did the last time."

"And just what is it you know about my last time?" As if Scott was any of his business anyway!

"No, like, the last time here, in this house. The couple I used to live with."

"You never said they were a couple. Did they move in single and hook up while they were here?"

"No, they came here as a couple. But there was... an entanglement."

"With you?" I asked. "Well, silly. Of course it was you. Tell me, did she seduce you?" I asked, hushing my voice seductively. Maybe if I made light of it, he'd lighten up too.

"Things with them just weren't meant to be, I guess," he said guardedly.

Things with them, huh? Was that the plural, or the concealed singular? I was starting to sense that Tristan and Marcus might not be so different after all.

"Sorry to hear that. But Marcus..." I said, trying to choose my words, deciding for myself as I spoke. "Things might happen between Tristan and me. At least, I think they might. I usually just play these things as they come."

"Do they come often?"

"More than you might think."

"Well, just be careful, Piper." There was an undercurrent of tone, something almost musically jealous. Almost like a warning to me. Did he want me to be safe, or did he want me to be gentle with Tristan?

"Oh, always, and never," I quipped, standing up. I had some serious thinking to do.

Safe in my room, face down in my pillow, I did my thinking with my fingers. The brain is around 80% clitoris anyway. At least, that's what it feels like on days like this. The reason I was biting my pillow was because I simply cannot be quiet when I cum; whether it's someone doing it to me or me doing it to myself, I'm a born screamer.

At first all I could think about was Marcus. The size of him, getting bigger as he got closer, until he was the only thing I could see. The only thing I could feel. Tristan's cock looked nice, and I bet Marcus' was its equal or more.

And Tristan, the cause of all of this. That easy smile, those warm, brown eyes, and that effortless fashion sense. His vibe was exactly what I needed right now, and his was the penis that I didn't need to speculate on. It was damn near perfect and I wanted it in every part of me that could have it.

But what if Marcus heard us? Hell, what if Marcus watched us? My pillow was taking moans like I wanted to be taking those cocks. That's right, plural.

Fuck, this was getting me hot. My fingers worked and worked their magic, pushing my sensitive nub around like a bossy bitch who needed to cum now, right now.

It usually took a lot to make me orgasm, and the idea of Marcus watching Tristan and I fuck got me most of the way here. A little dirty talk between the men, some competitive Christmas spirit, pushed me down deeper. Imagining Marcus joining in with us sent me over the edge, and I was cumming hard.

"Fffffphck," I groaned into the soft pillow, nearly asphyxiating myself in the process of silencing my climax. Having roommates was never more annoying than when I masturbated. "Whew," I sighed, rolling over in a cool, hard-earned sweat. I was going to need another shower.

Lucky again, Piper. Living with two hot guys who drive you crazy.

I want them both. They both want me. But they both can't have me, right? Not in the real world. I knew from experience that this type of thing was better left to stories.

"Ah fuck, my nails," I spat, holding them up in front of my face. The lacquer was hopelessly chipped and I was going to miss my appointment at the salon. "I'll have to do this myself."

Chapter 3

An hour or so later, I had no idea where I was.

Judging by the drool on my pillow, I was in bed waking up from a nap. Going off of the waterfall between my legs, I'd been having one hell of a sexy dream. I couldn't tell you who was in it, but I remembered hard, veiny thickness moving around inside me, and not wanting it to stop.

Making myself cum earlier had opened the floodgates. I often found that once I had an orgasm, more would follow quickly and easily. It was just a matter of getting there in the first place.

This Christmas vacation was just what I needed. Casual chats with my hot roommates, unplanned naps, and as many orgasms as I wanted to give myself. The house was quiet, and I saw an opportunity to indulge. Just to be safe, I called out to see if anyone was home.

"Hello? Anyone here?" Silence. Just to be extra safe, I tried again. "My towel fell off, and I need help again. Hello? I'm naked over here!"

More silence. Then my end table drawer opening, followed by a low buzzing sound. My best friend, Vibey the vibrator, sent tingles up my fingers. Just a few seconds later, he was sending pure electricity through my entire body, starting at my clit.

"Fuck," I squealed, "oh, yes!" I took full advantage of an empty house and moaned to my heart's content, my free hand playing at my breasts and adding to the sensations with hard pinches on my stiff, needy nipples. My clit hummed like an engine, stoking the fire in my pussy and soaking the sheets under my ass as I writhed.

I dared to kick things up a notch, fumbling with the intensity dial at Vibey's base. My juices were gushing, and both he and my fingers were soaked. Vibey slipped from my fingers and tumbled down to the floor; another bolt of bad luck from the blue. The house was old, and the floors were ancient, polished hardwood. Vibey's hard plastic base rattled on them like a power tool.

How loud was it, you ask? Loud enough to make my ears ring. Loud enough, as it turned out, to hide the sounds of the front door opening and closing.

Having had enough of this whole "not having Vibey against my clit" thing, I swiped him off the floor and returned him to his proper place between my legs. Once he was back where he belonged and turned up to eleven, my moans turned to shrieks and even screams as my mind wandered in aimless fantasy.

I remembered a bit more of that dream I'd been having. Tristan was on top of me, inside me, and then behind me. I'd begged him to fuck me then, and I begged him to fuck me now, though I left his name out of it in an overabundance of caution. After all, when you've got luck like mine, you need to watch yourself.

"Fuck me, yes, fuck me, oh God, I need it, fuck!" My mouth rattled off pleas and curses as my pussy shook itself apart. The distinct possibility the real Tristan would soon be doing all the things I imagined and more made this fantasy even more exciting. Pulse racing and breathless, I careened towards an orgasm that welcomed me with open arms.

"Oh my God, I'm gonna cum," I cried, solely for my own benefit. When the climax hit, I had to pull Vibey away or else I felt like my heart would stop. Waves of pleasure crashed over me and soaked me with their glowing warmth as I soaked my sheets with my copious juices.

When an orgasm is this good, I like to taste it. I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked, savouring the tang of my own spasming cunt. It was like this, suckling my pussy-soaked digits like a sex-starved maniac, that I realized I wasn't alone in the house.

The floorboards in the hall creaked as someone large and heavy crept towards one of the bedrooms. I don't know what came over me; maybe it was the burning red shame of having been overheard in a very vocal masturbation session, or maybe it was an overwhelming desire to see if it was Tristan, but I acted without thinking.

I grabbed my trusty towel and threw open my door, ready to confront the interloper who had just overheard me cum my fucking brains out.

A tall, broad-shouldered shadow that could only belong to Marcus stood frozen in the hallway, caught out by my sudden appearance. I gripped the towel tightly, determined to avoid a cliched repeat of recent history.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded. "And why are you standing like that?" He was off to one side, favouring a leg like he was an injured stag. Moose was more like it. When my eyes adjusted, I saw why.

Poking out from the front of his grey track pants was his positively massive erection. Tristan had impressed me before, but Marcus was seriously overachieving. I could see the bend of his cock straining against the soft cotton and making it so, so hard.

When he saw how I was eyeing it, and how impressed I was, he shifted to stand normally and show it off. My guess was that if Tristan was allowed to show me his hard cock, then clearly Marcus thought he had the right to as well.

"You always that loud when you cum?" he asked, strong and defiant. His boldness hit me like a slap, a blush breaking out over my skin like a full-body welt.

"Every single time," I said proudly. I had nothing to hide from this man. "But I was pretty sure I was alone in this house." My arms crossed, making doubly sure that my towel was fully covering my tits.

An intrusive thought asked the question of what I'd be able to do if Marcus ripped my towel right off me and started touching my body. The answer was nothing, I wouldn't even be able to slow him down. The fact that he'd tried to protect me earlier kept me from being truly scared, so now I settled for excited.

Another intrusive thought asked what he would feel like inside of me. Marcus looked to be bigger than any man I'd ever had, but I felt almost wet enough to take him on. To be honest, mostly I felt light-headed.

"I heard you screaming before I'd even opened the door," he said, like he was proud of it.

"And still you came inside."

"I thought you'd want me to. Or is that just for Tristan?"

"Where Tristan goes and comes and how much I might want it is none of your concern." This man had me feeling mouthy, like I wanted to try bantering him down to my size. It was taking every ounce of self-control I had not to look at that bulge. "Is snooping around with a... really big erection the reason why you needed new roommates? Is it, Marcus?"

Now it was his turn to look like he'd been slapped. "I just live here, Piper. I didn't make you scream like a banshee just a minute ago there. I don't go around making trouble."

I had just subjected him to the sound of my orgasm, so maybe I was being presumptuous. "Fair enough."

He paused, his mind clearly building up to something. "No, what would be fair is if you took off that towel," he said, leaning against the doorframe to his room and crossing his arms. It made the tent in his track pants even more prominent.

Again with this boldness. He really thought he had me, and maybe he did. The embarrassment at being overheard while playing with Vibey still had my heart pounding, and being confronted with Marcus' erection wasn't making me any less aroused myself.

"Tristan didn't get to hear me cum. You have. That's something that not many men get to say."

Marcus' defensive posture dropped, and he ran his hand through his hair. I refused to show shame to this man, and I think it threw him off balance. "I didn't have you pegged as a prude."

"I didn't mean that I'm sexually repressed, Marcus. I meant that it's not easy to make me cum."

"Is that so?" He sounded like he was taking that as a challenge.

"Exactly, precisely so. And besides, if there's anyone around here that's going to be doing any pegging, it's me."

"That's--umm," he said, now fully caught off guard.

"And while we're talking about fair," I said, feeling my own boldness rising, "I got to see Tristan's dick. The whole thing. Not all covered up with track pants." I gestured to his tented crotch. Marcus' eyebrows raised all the way up, just like his cock. "We both got a big eyeful of that. So if you want to really make things even, Marcus, then you're going to have to whip it out for me."

"That sounds like a--" Marcus began, his hands moving downward, and then the front door opened. I heard it this time; we both did.

"What's going on here?" Tristan asked. He looked directly at me, and this time those eyes weren't quite so warm. Were those sparks of jealousy flashing in them? "Are we just having towel parties every day now?"

"There was, I was--" I began, seeing no option but to own up to the embarrassing truth of it.

"It's nothing," Marcus said flatly. He wasn't leaning any more; now he was standing tall, the biggest by far. "Piper was just being... loud."

"That's a hell of a noise complaint," Tristan said, his eyes pointed at Marcus' throbbing erection. Thank God he hadn't whipped it out. Had I really asked him to do that?

"What can I say? I like to make my feelings known."

Tristan looked back at him and then at me. Caught between them, the crossfire of their intense glares made my skin tingle and my heart thud rapidly.

"Loud and clear. I'll remember that," Tristan said with a steely smile, adjusting himself like he was checking his gun. I suppose he was. Tense silence hung between us, and the whole time I was biting the absolute shit out of my lower lip.

Whew. And yeesh. This whole situation was nothing but trouble.

Slowly, Tristan broke off and headed out to the living room. I gave Marcus one last look before going back into my room, one that I hoped sent a clear message of "knock it off." Taking a moment to catch my breath, I leaned against my own bedroom door and rubbed my eyes. My hands smelled like sex, and my mind was a whirlwind of it.

First things first, I needed to smooth things over with Tristan. We'd been building something, and he'd just seen me toe-to-toe with a fully erect Marcus. The symmetry of our encounters wouldn't matter much if he'd been catching feelings the way I had.

A loose black T-shirt and tight blue shorts weren't exactly weather-appropriate, but they felt right. I found Tristan on the couch much like I'd found Marcus a day or so before, staring into space and thinking about me.

"Hey," I said softly, settling down beside him. I wasn't right on top of him, but I was close enough. His energy mixed with mine and sparked, the look on his face making it clear that sitting alone with me was the exact thing he wanted right now. "So, that was embarrassing."

"What was going on there?" His question sounded anxious about what the answer might be.

"So, I'll come right out and say it," I said, letting it linger for a moment. Maybe I was about to tell him that I was catching feelings for Marcus. Maybe I would announce that I was already planning on fucking him. Maybe I'll tell him the truth, which was "I cum really fucking loud."

"Huh? You what?"

"I have this vibrator; I call him Vibey, okay?"

"Okay..."

"And I was using him when Marcus came home. I didn't hear him, but he heard me. And when I realized someone was in the hall, I rushed out like an idiot and found him there."

"With a huge fucking hard-on."

"Yeah, this kind of thing keeps happening to me."

"Like, lately, or just in general?"

"All the time, for my entire adult life. I think my last name is actually a cosmic joke that the stars like to play on little girls."

"You're not so little anymore."

"Neither are you," I said, sliding a little closer. "And Tristan, I'm gonna cut to the chase. I like you, and I think you like me." Coming out and saying it made me at least two degrees warmer. I was glad for those tight shorts, and I realized that we were both staring at my bare legs.

Tristan smiled. "I hoped so, and you're right."

I could see him thinking about moving closer, perhaps putting an arm around me, a hand on me, his lips on me, and I had to admit I wanted all of that. But there was something I needed to know. "First things first, though. Who is Stephan to you, Tristan?"

He put a pause on his advances, like I hoped he would, and thought for a moment. "A friend."

"I don't want to be stepping on any toes, you know? I've gotten in trouble before."

"It's okay, we're nothing serious. Just friends."

"I like to think that you and I are friends. But with Stephan, you guys hook up."

"Yeah. Is that okay?"

"Of course. It's just that, when I'm into someone, I need to know where their heart is at. And if yours is going to be wherever Stephan is, then I'm going to be looking at this very differently."

"Kingston."

"I'm sorry?"

"Kingston is where Stephan is, where I'm going in a couple days. But that's not where my heart is. It's right here," he said, gently taking my hand and placing it on his chest. In that moment, feeling the source of his pulse, I knew exactly where he was. "Always here."

I blushed, withdrawing my hand after a quick feel of his pectorals. "That's pretty smooth, friend. But in a couple days, you'll be there, and I'll be somewhere else." The look on his face told me I was right: he wasn't going to cancel his plans for me. "But that's okay. I just want you to do something for me."

"Sure."

"Tell me about him. I want to know how he makes you feel." I like to think I'm good at getting the truth out of people; I am a journalist, after all. I wanted to interview Tristan about this special friend of his.

"What do you want to know?"

"How did you meet? I mean, what brought you together?"

"I was at this party, and he just popped out at me, you know? Like, in a room of forty people, all I saw was him. I'm bi, you know that, right?"

"I guessed that, yeah." I smiled. Bisexual guys are a favourite of mine.

"Anyways, I made my way over to him, and it was like he was just waiting for me, you know? It's like we knew exactly who we were to each other right off the bat. Anyway, that night, we hooked up, and we've been meeting up yearly ever since."

"Let me guess: was it a Christmas party?"

"Ugly sweaters and all."

"And Stephan, is he a..."

"Top."

"How big are we talking here, friend?"

"Big as me."

"That's pretty big," I said, licking my lips.

Tristan sharing more of himself like this had me wanting to nuzzle up into his arms and feel how he holds me. But the safe thing to do was pump the brakes on this until Tristan came back from his yearly Yuletide bottoming session.

The thought of him being fucked by a cock just as big as his own had me tingling again. "Okay, well, what I said still stands," I said coyly. "Maybe we pick this up again after you get back? And I'll want to hear all about what you do in Kingston."

He smiled at me, and I was back under the comfy blanket of those brown eyes. "Absolutely." That look appeared on his face again, like he'd forgotten something now fatefully remembered. "Shit, that reminds me."

Tristan looked at his phone, tapping briefly before suddenly becoming utterly crestfallen.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Winter storm warning. Sixty centimetres on Christmas Eve." His eyes searched in thought, my blanket now rudely pulled away. "Fuck, I don't think I'm going anywhere."

That was a lot of snow coming our way. Possibly even a historic amount. "I don't think anyone is going anywhere," I said. Christmas with my sisters was surely going to be called off.

Before, I might have mentioned that my luck is cosmically bad. The towel incidents earlier were just samplers--sexy contrivances, if you will, that tend to happen to me involving men and sometimes women. This, however, was an example of the truly bad luck that I'd come to expect from the universe.

We turned to look at each other. "Looks like we're having Christmas here."

"Just the three of us."

Hoo-boy.

Chapter 4

Let's just say that an approaching winter storm and the fact that we were about to become stranded didn't do much to calm things down around the house.

"Fuck this," Marcus spat, pacing around the kitchen. "Serious fucking bullshit."

My ears and all the small hairs on my body pricked up; the sound of angry men in close proximity tends to get your attention. I couldn't tell whether he was mad at Tristan or our shared predicament.

"Calm down, man, there's nothing you can do about it." Tristan was the voice of reason, but there was warning in his voice as well. Marcus was making us both tense.

"Fuck!" Marcus shouted at the walls, a single syllable like a tree breaking that reverberated off the walls.

I read his body language: tight pacing, anger directed at the room, and the look of a terrible fact settling on his skin like a red-hot branding iron; I think I knew what the issue was.

"Who were you going to go see, Marcus?" I asked. He just looked at me, furious and unfocused. "Family, or someone else special?"

It was like talking down a wild animal. Once he saw my understanding, my eyes looking steadily into his, he took a deep breath and let a little bit of his anger settle. I saw Tristan watching us out of the corner of my eye and prayed he didn't fuck this up by saying something macho. I should have known better; he's a gentleman.

"My grandma," Marcus said quietly. "Christmas is one of the only times every year that I see her, and I keep wondering if the next time..." he paused, taking another breath. "Will be the last time. But this year, I'll never be able to get there in time before all the roads close."

"You two must be very close." In the aftermath of his outburst, this calm made the air seem thick and heavy.

"Yeah, you could say that. Growing up, there was a while there where she basically raised me," he admitted, putting his hip against the kitchen island and leaning. "But nobody wants to hear about that." It sounded more like he just didn't want to tell it. His arms crossed, walling himself off and signalling that this glimpse into his personal life was over.

I was more than happy to change the subject now that no one was shouting. "It's Christmas Eve. We're going to be spending the holidays together, as a household, and we all need to behave." I left it to their interpretation of what behaving meant. "Also, there's less than one day of shopping left."

Realization hit the men at the same time. If they planned on competing over me, even a little, then what they got me for our impromptu Christmas was the obvious starting point. They looked at me, then at each other, and then their coats.

"That's right," Tristan said, already putting his on. "God, the stores are gonna be packed. See you later, Piper," he winked on his way out the door.

"Still enough time to find the best gift ever. I'll be back in a bit, Piper," Marcus promised.

"The best ever? I'll hold you to that," I countered. He paused for a moment before leaving, as if wondering about something. Then he was gone on his mission.

Home alone again. An opportunity for more self-indulgence, but I was too tense to take advantage. I decided to leave Vibey where he was and get myself a fancy coffee to clear my head. I bundled up my laptop and myself and braved the cold outdoors.

The coffee shop just a few blocks away was becoming one of my all-time favourites. It was hip, aesthetic as hell, and absolutely mobbed on Christmas Eve. The jitters and titillation of the last few days had left me craving something sweet, so I got myself a candy cane latte to stay.

Amazingly, I managed to grab a small table all to myself. People bustled all around; holiday cheer, colourful sweaters, and backpacks full of presents swam around my little island as I typed away at my laptop and sipped the deliciously bittersweet concoction.

It was probably because of one of those backpacks that my coffee cup ended up being moved. Perhaps some kind person had saved it from being knocked over as I distractedly gathered my thoughts on the screen. When I reached for it and didn't find it, my hand kept going... right into a stranger's hand.

Imagine my surprise when instead of my paper-wrapped cup of minty coffee, I found strong, supple fingers gripping my own. I was so surprised, in fact, that I was unable to let go. Looking up, I found a handsome, brown-haired face looking down at me with a bemused expression.

"Hey there, nice to see you too," he smiled. I felt the smooth brush of his fingertips over the back of my hand. When I realized what I'd done, my face went a festive shade of red right there in the middle of my best new coffee shop.

You have got to be kidding me. I pulled my hand away. "Oh my God; you're not my coffee! I'm so sorry. I can't believe I just did that!"

"No worries, girl," he replied. His crotch was right at my eye-level. I didn't want to look him in the eyes, but this was even worse. "Mind if I join you?" he asked

"Yes," I spluttered. "I mean, no. I mean, sorry. This kind of thing keeps on happening to me, and it's all just too much. Sir, I'm afraid that you're simply going to have to take a number."

"How about your number, beautiful?"

I sighed. "What I meant to say, my friend, is that my dick calendar is just completely full. No space whatsoever for whatever this is or could turn into. And to be perfectly honest with you, I already have two men I have absolutely no idea what to do with, and I don't need another one, so if it's all the same to you..." I trailed off, hoping that he would take the hint. Maybe it was the sugar or the caffeine, but I was feeling quite overwhelmed.

His brow relaxed, disappointed, but showing me that he wasn't going to push it any further. I'm sure my inadvertent groping was completely forgiven. "Hey, just thought I'd ask. You are very pretty, after all." He turned to go, looking back at me one last time. "And hey, two guys for Christmas? Lucky you!" He winked once more before rejoining the flow of the crowd and returning to whence he came.

Lucky me, I fumed. Very funny.

He was right, though. I'd been dancing around the issue long enough, and maybe, just maybe I was finally starting to believe that I could pull it off. The vibe in the house was complicated, but I think I was reading it right. Was it possible that all this "bad luck" of mine was really just an opportunity in disguise?

I decided right then and there that the answer to that question was a resounding "yes." I knew exactly what I was going to give my men for Christmas.

I walked home briskly, the taste of mint and caffeine still lingering on my tongue. The house was warm and empty, but not for long. I was going to fill it with holiday cheer.

Most girls in their twenties who rent don't move around with a box of Christmas decorations, but as I've been told once or twice, I'm not most girls. The tree was old, but it was a fond favourite from growing up. The fake branches were simple twisted wire, and the pine needles were green plastic, but unlike a real tree, it wouldn't make a mess on the floor, and it didn't smell like fox piss.

I had almost fully erected it when the men came home at practically the same time. One after the other, they blundered into the living room, faces red from winter air, covered in dusty white, and stared dumbly at me.

Wearing flattering green leggings and a tight red crop top, I must have made quite the sight as I stretched up to the top of the tree. It was, of course, entirely on purpose.

"Here, let me do that," Marcus said, rushing in to help. His beard was dotted with droplets of melting snow. My arms were inches from the top of the tree; it was a height I could totally reach but just didn't want to. "There you go."

"What a gentleman," I blushed, his hands touching mine as we put the trident-like crown of the tree in place.

Tristan was beside me moments later. "Want help putting on the decorations?"

"Of course, silly," I giggled. Maybe I'd had a bit too much coffee, or maybe I was just excited and horny. "It's all there in the box, but only I know where each one is supposed to go. They all have homes, you know."

I put the men to work, letting them know where each ornament lived on those many, familiar branches. The ornate glass pieces went around the middle and top, while the colourful round globes arrayed around the bottom. The delicate icicles hung around up top, along with some hand-crafted wooden characters I loved since childhood.

It was a real thrill bossing them around like this, watching them get competitive with each other. They were eager to please, something that would become important very soon.

"And finally, the star!" I announced. Tristan had his hand on it faster, but Marcus grabbed it before he could lift it out of the box.

"I'll take this one," Marcus grunted. "I can reach."

"Yeah, I can reach it too, man."

Their gazes searched, faces just an inch or two apart. Neither would let it go, and I couldn't tell whether they were determined to have their prize or whether they just wanted to keep staring into each other's eyes.

"Now, now, boys," I tutted. "I asked you to behave. Why don't you just give that to me?"

They held the star out to me, both of their hands still on it. I easily popped it into place on top of the highest spire, imagining their eyes on my butt as I got up on my tippy toes. When I spun around triumphantly, two pairs of eyes snapped upwards to mine. Caught looking, boys.

"There we go," I purred. "Now, did you know that it's an old tradition to exchange gifts on Christmas Eve, instead of Christmas morning?" I smiled at them wryly. "Besides, I just can't wait any longer."

"Should we put them under the tree?" Tristan asked.

"Please. And I'll be right back."

I flew off to my room, closed the door, and tore off all my clothes. My panties, half-soaked, dropped to my feet. On my bed was wrapping paper, scissors, and a bit of tape. I got to work, cutting and wrapping as best I could. It wasn't easy.

After all, I'd never wrapped myself before.

One look in the mirror and I knew I had it right. Not much left to the imagination, but still enough to enjoy the unwrapping. I threw on a robe and went back to the living room like nothing was amiss. Both of the men were sitting on the couch, an uneasy distance between them.

"Getting more comfortable?" Marcus asked, eyebrows raised at my sudden wardrobe change.

"Something like that," I replied, crinkling as I walked and refusing to acknowledge it. "Oh, look! Presents."

Under the tree was a soft-looking lump of decorative paper that Marcus had clearly wrapped himself. Beside it was a nice, decorative bag from a department store. I walked over to the tree and bent over to look at them, my rear pointed straight at the two men who had been driving me crazy for days now.

"Let's see who this one is for," I murmured.

"It's for you," Marcus blurted.

"Oh is it?" I asked, delicately getting down on my knees before them. I looked at the package for a moment before vigorously tearing it open. "Oh my," I laughed. "A lovely new towel."

Marcus looked pleased with himself as I unfurled the thick, lush, blue towel. It was dark, heavy, and warm. Just like him.

Tristan looked utterly mortified. "Uh, well, I guess mine is next," he said with apprehension.

The decorative bag was hiding something. I pulled a bundle of off-white cloth out from the lacy frills. A pleasing pattern of black and beige played across its softness, and I draped it across my lap to admire it. It was smart, fashionable, and tasteful. Just like Tristan.

"Wouldn't you know it," I giggled. "A beautiful new towel!"

"I guess great minds think alike," Marcus laughed. Tristan couldn't help but join in, and I could feel the tension dissipate. What replaced it was much more interesting.

"And now," I announced, standing up. "It's my turn." With a flourish, I shed my robe and stood before them wearing only my improvised wrapping paper lingerie. Their eyes popped open and their jaws dropped.

With a sexy smile and a sway of the hips, I sauntered over to the tree and lay down seductively beneath it. "I'm giving you both the gift of me this Christmas." I put one finger to my lips. "You'll have to share me."

"Holy shit," Marcus breathed.

"Both of us?" Tristan asked, his tone hopeful and excited.

"Yes. Now why don't you get over here and unwrap me?" They were on their feet in an instant, thick cocks visible through their jeans and getting harder by the second.

I sat upright with my legs splayed, toes pointed towards them, with nothing but a slip of paper undergarments for my modesty. I thrust my chest out, emphasizing how much I was spilling out of my wrapping.

The tickle of their breath made me laugh girlishly as these two hot, sexy men knelt down at either side of me. "Hello, boys," I trilled. "Merry Christmas."

Electricity crackled over my skin in anticipation of their touch. When it came, I jumped, not prepared for the sparks that danced and played as their fingertips dared to grace my bare skin. Our breath mingled as they grew bolder, my eyes and parted lips urging them forward. The roughness of Marcus contrasted with the smoothness of Tristan; I couldn't help but moan.

"You are so beautiful," Tristan whispered.

"The sexiest creature I've ever seen," Marcus breathed into my ear.

I leaned my head towards him, lips desperate for his, and we met like this under the Christmas tree. I felt Tristan at my ear and finished my kiss with Marcus in a ragged gasp. I drank of Tristan's mouth with wanton desire and felt the paper being ripped away from my breasts.

Chest bare, cold air on my nipples made them hard as icicles that melted in the mouths of first Tristan and then Marcus, one mouth on each. "Oh, fuck," I gasped, wondering what I had done to deserve such worship.

My legs spread for their hands, a tangle of fingers over my paper-clad mound. If they didn't get these festive paper panties off me soon, my leaking juices were going to turn them into paper mache.

They let go of my breasts to watch my pussy reveal itself, ripping and tearing the paper away from my crotch and out from under my bottom. I felt a chill as my unwrapping was completed, naked and ready to give myself to them.

First things first, though. "Now stand up and let me unwrap those nice, big cocks."

They did as they were told, pulling off shirts and revealing bare, muscular upper bodies. Marcus was huge and bulky with thick hair, while Tristan was smoother and more defined. My help was not required to remove their belts, the excitement in the room driving us all forward, faster. Jeans were kicked off, leaving only boxer briefs of different colours.

And thick, eager bulges. I moved to Tristan first, pushing his hands away and inhaling his musk through my open mouth. My lips grazed the thin cotton over his cock as my fingers found his waistband. Pulling downward, I unearthed my prize and laughed with glee as it sprung free in front of my face.

Tristan's cock was everything I remembered and more. It was so much bigger up close, of course, and I longed to taste it. My hands couldn't help themselves, holding and squeezing it, a droplet of his arousal oozing out. I licked it, covering my tongue with his saltiness and making him gasp.

Not wanting to make Marcus feel left out, I kissed Tristan's penis goodbye for now. I needed to please these men together, not one at a time. He was right there when I wanted him to be, and no time was wasted unwrapping my next Christmas gift.

Marcus' cock was the biggest I'd ever held, and then it was the biggest I'd ever had in my mouth. "Fuck, I'm a Lucky girl," I gasped, releasing him with a smack. "Come over here," I urged Tristan, putting my hand on his toned, naked butt and pulling him in.

I imagined what I looked like: mouth open wide, two cocks angled over my lips, hungry eyes looking up at two gorgeous men that I was about to eat like Christmas dinner. There was no way I could fit both of them in my mouth at the same time, but I tried anyway.

They moaned in pleasure and shock as their heads pressed together in my mouth and over my lips, my hands working in concert with my tongue. I love giving head, especially for magnificent cocks like this, but working two of them at a time was taking everything I had.

I gave it to them.

"Kiss him," I gasped, sliding the heads of their cocks against each other over my tongue. Tristan took the lead, his well-groomed jawline clashing against Marcus' thick beard as their lips connected and locked.

The sensual pleasure I was providing them played out in the raw, masculine passion of the embrace above me, their mouths opened in agonizing delight as I stoked the fire in their iron rods with my tongue.

"I never knew it could feel like this," Marcus gasped. I knew that this was the heat he'd desired with the couple that had lived here. The other man in that pairing couldn't handle him.

"I never dared to hope it could be like this," Tristan answered. He was just the man to handle Marcus, and I quivered at the thought of just how much of him he could take.

"Tristan," I murmured. "Why don't you come join me down here?"

The men gave each other one last lingering look, a wry smile forming on Marcus' lips as he understood what came next.

"Hey," I greeted Tristan, followed by a quick kiss and a beckoning of my eyes towards the massive, dripping cock that hung just inches away from us. With a grin, he followed me in, and we kissed lips and tongues around Marcus, the sounds of his ecstasy filling our ears and making us moan sympathetically.

Tristan and I made quite the cocksucking team, alternating between Marcus' sensitive glans, the base of his shaft, and his full, heavy balls. Then we met back up again at the head of his cock and really worked him over, tongues darting and caressing.

"Let's make him cum," I breathed. "Why don't you show him what you can do?"

Just like how women tend to know their way around a pussy, a man who truly loves sucking cock will know things about it that we'll never understand. Tristan took centre stage and brought Marcus deeper into his throat than I thought was possible.

"Oh God," Marcus groaned urgently. "I'm getting so close; that feels fucking incredible."

"Give it to us both; I want to taste it. I want it all over me, baby," I pleaded. Tristan knew just how close to bring his new lover before releasing him with a gasp and using his hand to bring him the rest of the way there. I opened my mouth, desperate to taste every bit of Marcus.

"Fuck, oh fuck!" He cried, a white streak of cum erupting and streaking Tristan and me in thick, milky wetness. His orgasm was a veritable flood, a massive release of pent-up sexuality that covered our faces and tongues. Our open-mouthed moans urged more and more cum from Marcus' spurting cock, and he gave it to us.

Like new lovers playing a wonderfully sinful game, Tristan and I shared our salty treat and licked each other clean, hungry for more.

I knew what I wanted: Tristan inside of me, right fucking now.

"Please fuck me," I begged him, covering his lips with sticky kisses. "I've never needed anything so badly."

A rush of air swooshed by me, sending my discarded paper underwear scattering across the floor. Marcus laid down my new towels, the perfect bed for us to consummate our holiday tryst, and Tristan laid me down on top of them. Lush softness nuzzling my ass as I opened my legs for my new lover.

Speaking of Marcus, I felt his presence at my head, his thick, muscular thighs like a wall in my peripheral vision. The idea that these two men could do whatever they wanted with me sent a thrill through my entire body. But for now, this holiday fuck party was still mine to boss around.

"Please, Tristan, I need to feel you in me," I rasped, my throat choked with emotional excitement. Tristan's cock was ready and dripping, just like my needy pussy. He swooped in, nuzzling my neck with his wet mouth as the head of his cock nestled between my slippery lower lips.

"Yes!" I cried as he entered me to the hilt, every veiny inch of him buried deep inside me.

It was better than I'd imagined. Tristan really knew what he was doing, leaning back and fucking into me to maximize his cock's contact with my G-spot. It was like he was lifting me up off the towels and taking me to a world of pleasure that up until now I'd only heard of.

"Fuck her, just like that," Marcus urged him. "God, you're so deep, I love watching you stroke in and out of her. I'm getting hard again just watching you two."

"You like watching me take his cock?" I asked, reaching out to see if what he said was true. It was. I'd never felt sexier in my life.

"It's like a dream," he murmured. "This is the kind of thing I always wanted. God, Piper, you really are the best present I've ever had."

"What do you want him to do with me?" I asked, breathless.

"Fuck her, Tristan. Fuck our gift."

That brought me right to the brink, and I teetered there deliciously as I savoured every deep, steady thrust Tristan made into my churning womanhood. Every aching breath and pounding beat of my heart moving in sync with his lovemaking.

Then I felt Marcus on my clit, Tristan's slick shaft brushing against his fingers, and the orgasm began to build inside me. My moans intensified as I let the men know how wonderful they were making me feel and that I was about to come undone before them both.

"She's so close," Tristan panted. "Fuck, so am I."

"Can you cum for us, Piper?"

"Yes," I whimpered. "Oh, fuck yes, I can cum for you!"

As the first wave of it hit me, pleasure bearing down on me and my spasming cunt gripping Tristan's cock like a vice, all I could hear was Marcus' deep, lust-filled baritone. "I thought it was hard to make you cum," he laughed.

"Not for you, never for you," I cried, losing control of myself in the intensity of my climax. I felt Tristan expanding inside me before I heard his voice crying out, dry and ragged.

"Oh fuck, Piper, I'm gonna cum with you," he gasped.

"Inside me, I want to feel it inside me," I raved. I felt like a mad woman, completely overtaken by lust and the need for endless, repeated release. I would take his cum inside me now, tonight, tomorrow, and a thousand times more.

A shattered cry filled my ears as the warm flood of Tristan's seed filled my pussy, pulsing and gushing into my very core. He collapsed onto me, joining me on the towels in an embrace that pushed me into the floor.

"That was beautiful; you're both so beautiful," Marcus breathed. Then he was helping Tristan up off of me. I saw his cock, hard and ready. I closed my eyes and I ran my hands up my naked body like the temptress I am.

I expected to feel him entering me, stretching me, still unsure of how I could ever take a man that big. Instead, I felt his beard nuzzling between my legs. I purred in anticipation, propping myself up on my elbows to watch Marcus clean Tristan's cum from my pussy.

The first lick from him sent my back arching, my clit still throbbing and sensitive from the intense orgasm of only moments ago. Marcus' tongue traced downwards to my hole, where I could feel Tristan's semen leaking out of me like a waterfall.

"How do we taste?" Tristan asked, stroking his lover's broad back as he ate me. "God, that's so fucking hot."

Marcus swallowed a mouthful of us and brought his head up as he pulled Tristan's downward. "Why don't you have a taste?" he asked, his voice wet and rough. I gasped in delight as I watched the men share our essence, licking and kissing.

Then his mouth was back at my pussy. I squealed as I contorted under his skilled ministrations, his long, expert tongue worshipping my needy fuckhole and cleaning every drop of Tristan's cum from my soft, wet lips.

I felt like a lightning rod, the conductor of their passions, drawing them out and into me. Marcus had me halfway to another orgasm when I felt his mouth depart. My eyes were wide and wild, taking in every detail of how my other lover notched his massive cock on my quivering cunt.

"Gah!" I cried as he entered me, my pussy stretching around him like it had never been before. I felt virginal around his girth, like I was being taken for the first time all over again. In many ways, I was.

"She takes you so beautifully," Tristan moaned, taking the position that Marcus had been in while he had watched us. "God, you're so fucking big."

"How does it feel, baby?" Marcus asked. "It doesn't hurt?"

It did, a little, and I loved every bit of it. "Fucking amazing," I gasped. "Don't stop, Marcus. Fuck me, please, fuck me!" My cries were becoming urgent whimpers, and I felt my control slipping away. Soon, I would let it go entirely; but now, I wanted one more thing. "And please, kiss him."

Their mouths met over top of me, two of the most gorgeous men I'd ever met, sharing and showing their lust to me. I felt my men, my two Christmas gifts, one inside me, filling me and breaking my mind, the other in my hand, stiff and ready again.

"Oh God, I've never been fucked like this," I raved. "Touch me, Tristan. Help Marcus make me cum again!" I'd never been so needy in my life, desperate for every bit of touch and sensation my men could provide.

Tristan pushed Marcus back, making room at my pussy for his hungry mouth and lashing tongue. My hands bunched and balled the soft towels as another screaming orgasm slammed into me like a freight train. The last thing I saw before my vision narrowed was Tristan lapping at Marcus' shaft as it moved like a piston inside me.

"Look at our little vixen, cumming for us again," Marcus moaned, thrusting deep into me and stopping. My pussy ripped around his cock as I came, my cries bouncing off the walls.

"Mmm, you sexy fucking thing," Tristan murmured, kissing at my neck. "You take us so well."

"It's a sight to behold."

I breathed deeply, letting the last of my latest climax wash over me. Then, I looked at my men. "I'll take you anywhere you'll have me. But first," I gasped, "I want to see Tristan take your ass."

"Fuck yes," Tristan breathed. "I've been waiting."

I desperately tried to pull myself together as I watched their embrace, meeting as lovers for one another and not just for my personal pleasure. Seeing them connect like that, melting into each other, gave me an entirely different type of enjoyment.

"I'll be right back," I whispered, clambering to my feet on the rumpled towels. Those two cocks had me walking a certain way as I headed to my room. We were going to need some lube for what came next.

When I returned, Tristan was on all fours, ass up and cheeks spread as Marcus lapped at his hole, tasting his new prize. What a Christmas this was turning out to be! My heart sang with delight as I got down beside them to watch. I cracked open the bottle and added some much-needed slickness to the situation.

"Oh yeah, just like that," Tristan groaned as Marcus slipped two fingers inside his ass. "God, I can't wait to take that fucking cock."

The anticipation was almost more than I could bear, even though I wasn't the one who was about to be fucked. "Please, Marcus, I want to watch you with him. I need it!"

"Give it to me," Tristan begged. "God, I want you to stretch me with that big fucking thing."

The head of Marcus' cock was as huge as the rest of him. It looked even bigger pressed against Tristan's throbbing hole. His broad thumb pushed, and to my amazement, Tristan's ass wrapped around Marcus like it was meant to. "Mmm," Marcus groaned. "Good boy."

"Fuck, that's so big," Tristan gasped. "Go slow, baby; take me nice and slow."

There were ooohs and aaahs from all three of us as Tristan took inch after inch of Marcus' ravenous cock. My jaw dropped all the way down to the towels below us as I watched, envious of this greedy hole that just took and took the biggest penis I'd ever had inside me.

Their breathing, heavy and excited, steadily synchronized as Marcus began to fuck Tristan. I watched their expressions change as their shared pleasure washed over their handsome faces. I was struck and turned on by their contrasting frames. Bracing himself on all fours, Tristan was shredded and sleek, while Marcus was powerful and masculine.

I like to think that I'm perceptive; in my job, it comes with the territory. Watching Marcus experience Tristan in this way told me that this was his first real time with another man, a fact that he was hiding from us. And I understood why; it reminded me of my own first time with a girl. I'd been terrified to admit my inexperience to such a beautiful creature.

I was also very proud of myself. The love and passion of these two men was in no small part my doing. I just love being the catalyst for other people to fuck, especially when they're also amazing at fucking me.

God, I was so fucking wet. My pussy had recovered from all those earlier orgasms and was ready for more, though it still throbbed from taking that big cock. Marcus had taken me all the way to climax, and I'd taken him halfway. It looked and sounded like Tristan's butt was giving him the rest of it.

"Shit, that ass is so good," Marcus groaned. "Oh man, I'm getting so fucking close."

"Fuck yeah... breed my fucking hole, Daddy!" Tristan cried.

"Cum for us, Marcus," I begged. "I want to watch you fill him up with all that fucking cum. Oh God, I can still taste you on my lips. Please, Marcus cum for us!"

Marcus' orgasmic roar echoed off the walls, gripping his lover's ass hard enough to make his fingers turn white as he filled him with his cum. I held Tristan by his hair, kissing him deeply and breathing in each moan; it was like I could feel Marcus cumming in my own ass.

We were a pile on the towels, an absolute mess of laughing, kissing, and loving. With three lovers, it's like holding and being held at the same time.

"How about we all go take a shower?" I suggested breathlessly.

"Then we can go for round two."

Chapter 5

The shower was one of the main reasons I chose this place. The house is old, but the main bathroom had been completely redone by someone with excellent taste in fixtures. It was big and square, with a sliding glass door and amazing water pressure. Perfect for three people to share.

My men were dirty, so I cleaned them. Thick, white lather covered their muscular bodies and thick cocks as I rubbed their slippery skin with my expert hands. We had all been sticky with the evidence of our lovemaking and were now being made anew.

It was downright ritualistic. The men were like sculpted statues that I worked and massaged with my hands, bringing them to life and sending their cocks back to full attention. I craved them.

"I gave myself to both of you this Christmas, but I've been bossing you both around all night. Now, I'm going to really give myself to you, to do with as you will. I trust you." I wrapped my arms around them, my breasts full and wet between them, their hands exploring my ass. "Show me how much you want me... use me."

Now it was my turn in the ritual, four hands working as one to clean me, please me, and worship me. Both my holes were washed, caressed, probed, and penetrated. It felt like it had been forever since anyone had played with my ass, and it heated me up like wildfire.

When they had unwrapped me under the tree, their fingers were careful, hesitant, and even nervous. Now, they were positively rabid in their need for my body. Both men were so much stronger than me, stronger than most men. Whatever wicked ideas they had to please me, to make me cum like I'd never cum before, there wouldn't be a single thing I could do to stop them.

As if I'd ever want them to stop.

They carried me back to the living room, insatiable hunger for me in their eyes. Tristan lay down, and Marcus placed me upon him, and he tore into my pussy with his ravenous mouth.

I keened and cried from it, more sensitive than I thought I would be but still lusting for more, always more. I gasped as I felt Marcus part my supple round cheeks and felt his breath on my quivering asshole. Then I felt his tongue.

Two mouths on me at the same time... it was pure heaven. I looked back and caught a glimpse of Marcus' broad back and his other hand moving underneath him. Their cocks pressed together as they ate me together. I'd never felt so connected to two people in my life.

Then they had me on all fours and used me like I was their possession, filled in pussy and throat with hard, thrusting cock. I struggled to breathe, not just from the force of their animalistic lust, but from the intense thrill that being used like that gave me.

Marcus fucked me as hard as he could, harder than I ever thought I could take. I shuddered from the impacts of him, wet smacks on my ass that made my ears ring and my cunt spasm. Voiceless from Tristan's cock pushed deep into my throat, I came without them even knowing, a private moment of ecstasy shared between me and my pussy alone.

What I truly wanted, what I needed more than anything in the world, was what they gave me next. Marcus' tongue in my asshole had awakened a frantic need to be fucked back there. With two cocks in a double penetration, it would be the best of both worlds.

In my ragged, edge-of-consciousness state, I almost didn't realize that they were already negotiating on who would get which hole.

"You should take her pussy. That cock is way too big for her ass."

"Your ass took it just fine."

"Look at her; she's half-broken already. We've certainly had our way with her."

"Our little holiday harlot has been such a good girl."

"She certainly has. Okay, Tristan, you can have her ass. I'll never turn down a chance at this pussy. Just make sure you tell me how she feels back there."

"She's gonna be a lot tighter than me, that's for sure."

"Your hole felt so good, baby. I can't wait to fuck you again."

"Mmmm, I love it when you call me that. Here, pass me the lube."

"I've got her like this. Fuck, Piper, your pussy feels so good."

"There, she's all slick. Mmm, she takes my fingers so well."

"You got two in there? How's it feel?"

"Tight, but I think I can get three fingers in there."

"Get your fucking cock in her. I want to feel you inside our woman." Marcus claiming me like that made me moan. "I want to feel us both inside her."

"Mmmmph, yes. Take my cock in your ass, you sexy little minx. Be a good girl for us. I know you can. That's it, yes!"

Tristan's cock pushing through my backdoor brought me back to reality. "Fuck!" I groaned. "Oh, God, yes, fill me!" Coming back to life again, I practically screamed it. It drove them wild.

God, I'd never been so full of cock before. It was like an entire continent of bliss emerging from the ocean of my mind, teeming with life and sex. I gasped for air, willing my muscles to relax and accommodate the massive, throbbing penises of the two best lovers I'd ever had.

"I've never wanted anything more than this," Marcus moaned. "Oh, Tristan, baby... I can feel you inside her; you're so big."

"God, I can feel you, too," Tristan rasped in between kisses on my shoulder.

I could only make mournful noises, like the kind sounds a wounded animal makes. My normal quick wit and ready banter was gone completely; any real speech on my part was impossible in my state. I lacked the ability to do anything but plead and beg for even more.

The onslaught of pleasure and cock was breaking me down. I was unable to stop it, at the absolute mercy of two men consumed by their need to use my body in whatever way they pleased. I gripped the towels with my toes and fingers, tearing at them in the agonies of my ecstasy.

Orgasms blanked my mind and blinded me to anything but the greedy, penetrating cocks claiming every inch of space inside me. After being double-fucked through two back-to-back climaxes, I lost the ability to count them and simply floated from one explosion to the next.

The release of all my holiday stress, all the accumulated worry of an entire year, and all the pent-up tension between me and these incredible men left me without even a scrap of control over myself. One final, screaming release of my pussy gave me the first real words I'd said in what felt like hours.

"I'm... cum-ming," I sputtered, my face streaked with tears of joy and pain and pleasure and love. The last of me spilled out in a single, deep sob. To anyone outside our circle of three, I'd have looked like I was close to death. In truth, I had been brought back to life.

Like a newborn, I couldn't hold myself up. Marcus' strong arms held me and slowly brought me back down to him.

"She can't take any more," he murmured. "I think she's had enough."

"Our poor, beautiful girl, come undone on our cocks."

"What do you say we finish all over her?"

"Paint her pretty face and tits? There's nothing else I'd rather do."

I was on my knees for them, surrendered to them utterly, and ready for their final gift. They stroked themselves for me, worshipping at me like I was an altar to their lust. My pussy and ass ached in all the right ways, and I found the strength within myself to beg for their cum.

"Give it to me, spray those wonderful fucking cocks all over me. I need to feel it, to taste it. God, I want your cum so badly," I ranted, pouring every ounce of sexuality that remained in my body into one final performance for them. I was their little trollop, their dancer, the object of their lust personified. My mouth was open, and my tits glistened for them. "Please!"

They gave me their cum. First it was Tristan, a thick rope exploding out from that wonderful cock and streaking my face. Each one that followed was just as large; I couldn't believe how much this man still had left in him.

Marcus was pushed over the edge as soon as he saw his lover exploding on me. Cum from two directions coated and marked me, its complex, salty flavour filling my mouth and giving me exactly what I wanted. To hell with turkey; this Christmas, all I wanted to eat was cum.

"Look at her, how beautiful she looks. Our princess."

"Our queen."

We collapsed into a kissing, licking pile as they cleaned me and took care of me. Cradled in their arms, I looked up at them with wide, adoring eyes.

"God, I'm fucking starving."

Epilogue

The next morning was Christmas, and I gave myself to them all over again.

Later on, wrapped in my robe and cradling a cup of hot coffee, I watched my men make me my second breakfast. The first had come straight from their spurting cocks, and it made me feel warm and tingly inside. Listening to them crack jokes along with eggs and frying bacon, I texted my sisters.

"Sorry we couldn't get together this Xmas! I might have found something better tho..."

"Omg Piper, you have to give us all the details!"

"Is it a woman? Is she cute?"

I wondered how much to tell them over text. These kinds of stories were always so much better in person, with lots of wine.

"It's a man. Well, to tell you the truth, it's men."

"Two? Or three??"

"Just two. But let's just say it's like four."

"Jesus, Piper! Leave some dick for the rest of us!"

"What can I say? Sometimes you just get Lucky!"

A plate of eggs, bacon, and toast magically appeared in front of me. Marcus smiled. "We get to feed you for a second time this morning."

I took a bite, savouring the warm gooey eggs and the perfectly chewy bacon. "Mmm, almost as good as my first meal this morning." I swallowed conspicuously, dabbing the corner of my mouth with a napkin. "I wonder who I'll have for lunch?"

After breakfast, I made good on that promise of mine to engage in a little pegging. Just like Santa's bag, my box of toys has quite a few surprises in it, and Marcus definitely appreciated this one. We fucked like a train with him in the middle, me doing my best to piston in and out of his ass as he did the same to Tristan. Going off the volume of his now familiar orgasmic roar, I could tell that this one was on a whole other level.

We spent some time in the afternoon on the porch, watching the rest of the snow fall. God, there had been so much. We'd almost completely forgotten about being snowed in; we were so preoccupied with giving and feeling as much pleasure as humanly possible. Still, on the holidays, you need to take time and appreciate the little moments.

"You think you'll be able to get out to see your grandma?" Tristan asked Marcus, snuggled up beside me.

"Sure, after we clear the six feet of snow off our driveway."

"I'll give you a hand. I could always use the exercise."

"I think we've all been getting plenty of exercise as-is," I laughed. Our voices carried softly without echo, the thick layer of snow absorbing almost every sound and casting a peaceful quiet over the entire city.

Dinner was lovely, the first sit-down dinner of our triad like a moment straight out of a Christmas card. The men even wore sweaters to match the occasion!

"To us," Tristan toasted, a glass of holiday red held high. "The most beautiful lovers I could ever imagine."

"To my boys," I purred. "Everything I ever wanted, and more."

"To Piper, the best gift ever."

That night, sandwiched between them, I discovered what it felt like to be truly cherished. I also discovered that I can, in fact, take Marcus in my ass.

"I'm so glad you could have us for the holidays," Tristan whispered, forehead to mine and drinking from my eyes with his own. "I wish this Christmas could last forever."

"Me too." Marcus moved inside me, and the arc of my spine reacted, bowing to the touch of his rough hands and hungry cock. "I just hope we don't have to give you back after all of this."

"I'm not going anywhere. But truthfully," I said tactfully, "I don't really do exclusive relationships. It's just who I am. And besides, you've seen my luck. The universe is bound to keep throwing me curveballs, if you know what I mean."

"I think I do," Tristan smiled. "And I don't usually do exclusive either. In fact, I'm dying to introduce Marcus to Stephan and his friends. I think they'll really enjoy his special... talent."

"Mmmph," I grunted, as this special talent pumped in and out of my taut ass. "I'm very familiar."

"And no matter where you go, Piper, when you come back, we'll have you any time you want," Marcus growled into my ear. He was so hard for me, stretching me in all the right ways.

"You two are the best I've ever had, and I'm going to want you always." I purred, taking his challenge.

"But now's a good time, too."

Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed reading my Winter Holidays 2026 entry! Please let me know if you'd like to see more from Piper Lucky. I'd love to write stories for her in many other categories, starting with Erotic Couplings.