He would cruelly hold it there for seconds before pulling back and pounding her again, and again. She was screaming and begging him to stop, tears str...aming from her eyes and slobber pouring from her mouth…it felt as if her eyes were going to pop out from her head and he was gutting her like a fish from within. She could feel her bowels release the shit from inside her body as he bottomed out and kept pounding her relentlessly. She had never felt such pain in her life. She began to piss. No, in those days, you had your hand(s), maybe Gallery magazine that you bought at the newsstand when you thought no one was looking, or a memory of the feel of a girl’s breast from the semester before when you had a date with a girl who turned out to be more interested in talking to her mother on the phone while you fondled her breasts rather than touch your penis after the movie.I digress.Julie and Cathy climbed up the stairs with me that Friday afternoon, each carrying a backpack while I. I hope you enjoy this story and the rest of the stories that I’ve posted, have fun .Usual disclaimer: Before reading the following story please note that I have read the Teen Titan’s comics and I know about the personalities and the plot of the comics. I fully intend to change the personalities and the plot to make this story the way I like it. I’m especially changing the personalities on purpose, making characters that are censored in the comics more sex crazy (as they should be in. She looked up at me and smiled and I smiled back. Then she stopped dancing and came over, leaning on the bar to get the girl’s attention.“You’re a great dancer,” I said, and she was, too. It’s all relative and she was no professional but I liked watching her. Unselfconscious, lithe, inventive.“Well thank you, sir,” she said in a southern drawl and we shook hands softly. “Nice to be appreciated. My brothers just find me embarrassing. I’m Julie-Ann, by the way.”My ears pricked up. Brothers? That.