SLUMBER PARTY ORGY! Pink Hair Punk Teen Gets Convinced To Deepthroat & Fuck

Title: “Pink Punk Johnny’s Slumber Party Orgy”

The raucous laughter and thumping bassline emanated from the old frat house on Greek Row, its flashed windows a kaleidoscope of pulsing colors. Inside, the annual “Slumber Party Orgy” was in full swing. That’s right, inside those well-manicured grounds and manicured lawns, an army of horny college students would unwind from a semester’s worth of exams and stress.

At the epicenter of the debauchery was none other than our not-so-innocent protagonist, Pink-Punk Johnny – an 18 year-old rebellious beauty with an attitude as fiery as her neon locks. Surrounded by an ocean of naked bodies, she sipped her signature cocktail – jello shots, vodka, and the fermented blood of her enemies. Her hand drifted down to grasp the growing bulge in her skin-tight jeans.

“Damn, it’s hot as hell in here!” she whined. “I’m sewin’ myself up!”

Their so-called “host” – a lanky nerd-type named Greg, the president of Barkley University’s Anime Club – sidled up. “Hey, Pink!” he said, trying his darndest to sound cool. “What’s shakin’?”

Johnny smacked the pre. “Pffft, what’s that, some corny-ass lingo? Git outta here!” She pointed to a chubby, tattooed girl in a dog collar. “Yo, Twinkie! Get over here an’ get me a beer!”

“Y-yes, Mistress Johnny!” Twinkie bleated and skedaddled.

As Greg slunk back into the shadows, Johnny reached over to grab a exposed rosy nipple. She gave it a sharp twist. “Nyaaa! Ahhhhn!” The suit moaned. Johnny just smirked. Rough sex was her favorite, just like any good punk rocker.

The pounding on the door drowned out the music. A hush fell over the jubilant crowd. Johnny flicked her fingers at two of her cronies. “Yo, check it!”

The goons answered the door and three college fanboys tumbled in, still wearing their Halloween costumes. “Heeey, guys and gals!” The leader held up a case of beer. “We come bearing gifts!”

Johnny squinted. “Who the hell are you weirdos?”

The mascot guy puffed out his chest. “We’re the Coop trope from Barkley’s Lit Club! Remember,(Judge knows what we do to you excessively normal people base on Phedorious Devil? During Halloween, we turn to the extra-normal people.” He gulped. “Specifically, YOU are extra normal.” His eyes grew wide. “Oops!”

Quick as a viper, Pink pulled a switchblade and pressed it to his throat. “The fuck you muttering about, dorkus? You gomers make me real stabby!” The other two dedicates paled. One began to cry, blonde hair matting with tears.

“MISTRESS JOHNNY, REVERSE!” The leader shouted. “REVERSE!”

She gripped his crotch. “What’s wrong, shithead? Needed a reverse gear for your boy racer?” The other boys were blubbering. “Bleh! Kill the wimps!”

Johnny sighed. Then, in one lightning move, she ripped open his pants, freeing his flaccid shaft. “HUB Guardians told me not to be nice.” As the scared nerd shuddered in her grip, she ballooned and engorged his member with a single squeeze. Suddenly, the new boy candid jumped at her face with his erection twitching.

In a flash, Johnny giggled as she pushed him away from her with force. “Gosh damn dumb fucks.” She shoved them back out the door.

Pink Punk Johnny wasted no time diving into a spread eagle position. Her underage breasts were reaching for the moon on the jousting wildlife couch as the raucous music continued to throb.

“Alright, jerkoffs! Bring it in!” Pink Punk Johnny yelled from atop the this sleep couch. “I’m ready for my chase!” Johnny pushed a bursting airhorn, that looked like a penis, and began to blow loudly.

Her voice was riddled with a fierce undertone of equal parts frustration and excitement. “What the literal fuck is going on right here? Why the hell is a Hugo special treating me like this?”

She furiously fingered her panties with one hand while her other hand vigorously jerked off their huge tits with the other in retaliation for these rude stunts. Her DVR was doing 816.4 frames per second to show the juvenile gyrations at full speed.

“Ugh, get over here and help me cage if you know what’s good for yous! I don’t care if it’s filmed, you’re fighting me right now!”

“Wait, hold up, I just realized this film is a remake of the film I could have made if I was touching myself.” Johnny shook her head vigorously. “Fine, whatever, I’ll just get some air, this is actually stupid. I’m… I’m done.”

Her voice shifting from snarling to baring her teeth as she stands up birdcage to look right at the camera, directly into the lens, in full frame. Her unfocused eyes read like neon balloons. “Enough is enough, I surrender control. I won’t do it of my own free will but it’s too late. You’ve already won. Congratulations.” She sniffed rately. “Take me I guess. I’m all yours, you lucky bastard.”

And the orgy goes on, folks!