"You too, missy." Laura groaned as she heard the words but obediently stood before her mistress to be freshly denuded.
When the two slaves were prepared to Monique's satisfaction, she led them downstairs to the den and prepared them again. Then she went back upstairs, only to return in a few minutes with her husband and daughter.
"Merry Christmas, sweetie!" Monique sang out.
Katherine shrieked in delight as she saw her two presents on either side of the tree. Steve and Laura were bound kneeling and acted as bookends to the tree.
Their wrists were bound to their calves, just below the knee and their elbows were bound to their ankles. This left them uncomfortably arched forward so that they were completely on display.
On top of that, they had been decorated like gifts. Steve had a wide red ribbon around the base of his cock and scrotum that assured his erection and he had a green bow tied onto the head of his cock. Laura had a wide red ribbon tied around the base of each breast, causing them to balloon slightly, and green bows adorned her very stiff nipples.
"I love them, Mom," gushed Katherine as she gave Monique a hug and a kiss.
"Thank you, Dad," she said as she repeated the hug and kiss with him.
The family drank coffee and hot chocolate as the gifts were unwrapped. Once Steve and Laura were 'unwrapped', they were instructed to kneel on either side of Katherine until all of the rest of the gifts were opened. Then, the slave couple was excused to catch up on the rest of their sleep.
"Well, that was different," observed Laura. "I've never been a gift before."
"I always think of you as my gift," said Steve. This earned him a kiss and a brief moment plunging his cock into his perpetually wet wife.
"Better stop now," she finally said as she pushed him off of her. "We aren't allowed to climax."
Steve just groaned. "Stupid rule!"
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"Jeesh Dad! How does Mom handle all of that?" asked Katherine loudly. She had just gotten a look at her father's cock. And it was erect at that.
"The same way Laura does. You'll see."
"We thought we would give you a demonstration this afternoon," explained Monique. "That way, you'll know more about how to use Steve when you get to him."
"Well, when do I get an owners manual on Laura?" asked Katherine impishly.
"We'll get to that too. Now just sit back and observe," instructed Monique.
Katherine watched as Steve and Pierre laid down on the floor with their heads pointing toward her. Monique stood with her feet on either side of Steve's hips and Laura stood the same way above Pierre.
"Come to me, pet," instructed Pierre, and Laura crouched down until she was kneeling. She reached down and parted her petals with her fingers and used her other hand to guide the huge cock to her secret opening.
"See how she opens herself and moves the cock to the right place?" asked Monique.
"Mom!" exclaimed Katherine. "That cock is my Dad's!"
"Exactly," replied Monique. "Now I'll do the same." With that, she lowered herself and repeated the motions until the tip of Steve's cock was nestled inside her sex, eliciting a moan from the slave boy.
"You may begin," Monique told Laura.
Laura let her body down, allowing the spear to slice into her as she looked up into Katherine's eyes with a mixture of pleading and lust. Katherine had never seen such an expression and almost felt like taking Laura's place, either to rescue her or to feel the same wanton lust.
She turned her head and watched Steve's cock disappear into her naked mother and then watched as her mother moved up and down on the large pole. Her eyes remained fixed on Monique and she saw her in a new way. She always knew her mother was attractive but she looked wildly beautiful and erotic as she slid up and down on the glistening shaft. Her jet black hair tousled to and fro and her breasts bounced rhythmically. Katherine could see Monique's tight belly quivering slightly. All the while, Monique smiled dreamily and gazed into her daughter's eyes.
"Go ahead, dear," offered Monique. "You can if you want."
Katherine realized that her hand was between her legs and that she was inadvertently rubbing her sex through her jeans. She blushed crimson, both over the fact that she was doing it at all and the fact that she had been caught doing it.
"As a mistress, you can toy with your boy if you want." She reached down and grasped Steve's nipples between thumbs and forefingers and slowly rolled them back and forth, eliciting a groan from the prone slave boy.
She looked back to Laura and her father. Pierre was holding Laura's hands together behind her back with one hand while she continued to bob up and down on his pole. Her breasts moved with the same rhythm as her mother's and Katherine's hand began its motion again at her crotch. Katherine loved the way that, with her arms pulled back, Laura's breasts thrust out even more invitingly.
"Make yourself more comfortable, dear," offered Monique. This time, Katherine decided that there would be nothing wrong with it. After all, she was the only one with any clothes on in the room. She stood up and shimmied her jeans and panties down her legs, kicking them aside before she pulled her sweatshirt over her head, making her fit perfectly into the apparent dress code of the day.
Katherine sat back down and made no pretenses. The fingers of her right hand slowly strummed up and down through her already wet slit as her right hand cupped and squeezed one breast and then the other.
It was unbelievable to the daughter that her family literally owned this married couple and could do anything they wanted with or to them. She watched as her mother tugged on Steve's nipples causing him to arch his back to reduce the tension. Her father was playfully slapping Laura's breasts back and forth, increasing the wild motions of her beautiful orbs.
Two very large glistening poles came into view and then disappeared back into the two naked female forms with regularity. She was feeling lightheaded with all that was going on around her.
"Come watch this," said her mother, breaking Katherine away from her thoughts.
Katherine rose and moved behind her mother as Monique reached behind herself.
She saw that Steve's balls, which normally hung low and swayed beneath him, were snug against his crotch as his scrotum had tightened. She watched as her mother's hand claimed the balls and then slowly squeezed, causing Steve to wriggle and groan beneath her.
She moved behind Laura and saw that her father's balls were also snugged up against his body and differed from Steve's only by the hair that remained on them. She was called back to her mother by a silent cock of her head. She moved back to Monique who asked her, "Do you want a turn?"
Katherine's face turned crimson again but a sense of arousal washed through her body at the thought. She nodded slowly. "Yes, I think so," she whispered.
Monique gave the captive balls a hard squeeze and then slowly rose off of the wet and shining pole leaving it twitching as it stood erectly. Then she positioned Katherine straddling Steve's hips and helped her daughter to lower herself. As she got lower, Katherine watched as Monique grasped the cock with one hand and she felt the fingers of her mother's other hand slide smoothly across her slick petals and part them. Monique guided her daughter to the waiting cock and then inserted its tip, letting Katherine adjust to its impressive girth.
"Go as slowly as you want," instructed Monique. "You have as long as you want.
He's not allowed to cum."
Steve had been watching the change of players and could not believe that he would be fucking the beautiful daughter. Once again, he had to look for ways to distract himself. Katherine started a slow but steady up and down motion, only letting a little bit of the cock enter her each time.