."Remember, your Joey right now," he said then sliding the flat of his tongue over my asshole as if he was licking an ice cream cone."What do you call...this, Joey?" He was wanting me to identify my asshole as he took another slow, deliberate pass at my virgin hole with that exquisite tongue of his. I didn't know what he wanted me to say? I hesitated too long.He bit me! He clamped his teeth down on the inside of my thigh! I screamed out not because it hurt but because of the shock! He'd beaten my. Liz had put me right back where I’d basically been since my trip to Cincinnati with Jocelyn — struggling with the idea of what amounted to ‘casual’ sex. I’d been with enough different girls that a casual observer would suggest I was simply engaging in silly mental gymnastics, and I’d have a heck of a time arguing against that notion, because, in the end, I DID willingly engage in what amounted to ‘casual’ sex.My problem was, once I’d tasted the ‘fruit of the forbidden tree’ as it were, I kept. What the Hell I said.....We both sat up..it had been 45 min or so .....she was breathless...we rested a minute and she rolled over and we went at it again with me on top......OMG it was sooooooooooo hot...Bill and Nat just kept watching...and it was getting noisy. I was slamming my cock in her soaked pussy over and over.....harder and harder....I felt by load rising.....legs began to tingle....balls slapping her ass over and over..........and about then a group of guys broke down the bedroom. Anyway, I guess I'd better give you the details you've been waitingfor, right?Okay, well...when I was alive, my name was Nicholas 'Nick' Nocturne.Yeah, makes me sound like some detective from an old film, right? Anyway,I'd just had my twenty-fifth birthday, and my girlfriend had given me thebest birthday present I'd ever had- but you don't need to know what itwas. I was a radio DJ for the local radio station, every weekdayafternoon for half an hour. It didn't pay incredibly well, but I.