Continue the fun. Start the punishing.

Fuck it, you decide. Virgin or not, there’s no reason why this evening needs to be called off. You walk over, feeling bold, feeling horny, feeling eager to take control of the situation.

And you realize that Carrie promised to do something that she hasn’t done yet.

So you grab Meagan by the hair and pull her off the table. She helps. She hasn’t really noticed you so far. She has, but perhaps didn’t quite expect that you’d come over and manhandle her so brazenly.

So she surely doesn’t expect it when you slap her across the face.

“In this house sluts get punished.” You say dominantly.

Meagan’s shorts are already loose from being unbuttoned so you yank them down her young thighs. Then her thong.

And there it is. Bald. Young. Wet. Begging to be filled.

“Punished?” Meagan asks with a concerned look.

“Yes. Sluttiness is encouraged and punishment is appreciated.” You explain. And her eyes tell you she understands. You glance at Carrie, still trying to come to terms with her disappointment. Her eyes tell you that you can take it from here. “Hand me the fucking banana” you say.

And Carrie does just that. It’s odd seeing her follow directions almost shyly in a sexual situation.

Slowly and methodically you peel the banana.

Meagan smiles wide. “Are you really gonna...”

You slap her again. Hard. She falls to the ground. “In this house we know that asking questions isn’t a very good use for a sluts mouth.” Meagan glares up at you, her young chest heaving, with some combination of lust and disdain. But that’s okay. It’s early. She’ll learn. “But this is a good use for a sluts mouth.” You motion for Carrie to come over, which she does, and you slip one end of the peeled banana into her mouth.

She knows exactly what to do with it, slinking down to the ground next to the teen, the fruit sticking out of her mouth like a phallic weapon, and she slips it, messily into the girl’s moist twat, as Meagan spreads her legs.

Meagan seems more willing to give herself over to Carrie than to you. That’s fine. The two of them can have some fun for a while. In the meantime you go through the backpack contents looking for inspiration.

Let’s see, bag of carrot sticks, bottle of apple juice, some grapes. Yeah, you can work with this.

You slide over to the girls, scoop up Meagan with one arm and flip her around so she’s on all fours. As you do this, the soft banana half in your girlfriend’s mouth, half in the teen’s twat, splits in two. But you don’t care. Carrie still flicks her tongue at Meagan’s fruit filled pussy.

And you decide its time to make a fruit salad out of this petite little slut. You grab a couple grapes off their vine with one hand. With the other you spread Meagan’s young ass and shove your thumb in, opening up her asshole.

Then you pop the grapes inside.

And you follow.

Her tight teenaged tush feels amazing wrapped around your tick, throbbing cock. You’re sure if she’s had experiences with multiple guys, then she’s surely had all her holes filled before, but not by anything like your oversized member, you’re sure.

She screams.

And this is a new sensation for you. You feel the soft juicy grapes against the tip of your dick as you thrust. You watch as the juices squeeze out of her asshole, down her thigh, dripping onto Carrie who still sits between her legs, looking up at what you’re doing, with a smile.

You already feel ready to burst. But you know you can’t yet. You slide out and Meagan flops on the ground.

Carrie grabs her and slides her over it the wall, sitting her up. “I hope you like taking it, you little cunt, cause we’re not done giving it!” Yup, you think, Carrie is feeling better.

And she’s right. You’re not done giving it. Your thrust your grape-juice-covered cock deep into Meagan’s throat. Immediately she gags and groans. She body, weak though it is, shakes and wretches. So you pull out just in time for you to see Carrie reach down and pick something up off the floor between the teen’s thighs.

Two squeezes out little grape remnants and the formless remains of what was once a half banana.

“Open your slut mouth wide.” Carrie demands.

Her eyes zooming out, falling into a submissive stupor, Meagan parts her lips and willingly takes the used fruit on her tongue.

You follow it with another serving of your man meat. You thrust into her throat again and again, this time relenting a little less, as she starts to distress.

Carrie now goes through the backpack contents and finds something she likes with the bottle of apple juice.

As your cock feels Meagan’s tonsils squeezing it pleasantly, you hear the apple juice being poured out onto the kitchen floor. You turn around just in time to see your filthy girlfriend position the bottle between her thighs and fill it with another golden liquid.

Then just as you pull your member from Meagan’s sloppy mouth, you see Carrie slide up beside her.

She looks up at you, a look of pride in her eyes, then looks at the exhausted young girl. She takes a swig from the bottle, filling her mouth with her own nectar, briefly, before spraying it out between her lips all over Meagan’s face.

It’s enough to snap her out of her daze for a moment. Her face jolts. She screams. She smirks. She doesn’t need to take another dousing, but Carrie gives her one anyway.

Then your girlfriend leans in. “You like being used and abused like the little cunt you are?” Meagan doesn’t respond, but Carrie, and you, know the answer.

Your girlfriend looks up at you, beaming. “This turned out okay, didn’t it?”