****** Nicki Remembers by Catriona ******
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Nicki Remembers


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Nicki Remembers

(For Keith)

I laid down on our bed, my feet toward the head. With a gentle hand he rolled
me over onto my belly. His hand caressed me from the top of my head, over my
long dark hair and down the smooth skin of my back. His hand slid over the
cheeks of my ass and worked its way down my leg, then down to my foot. I
stirred and made a sound of contentment. I felt him move away and in the
candlelight I saw him move in front of me. His cock was erect and being unable
to resist I flicked my tongue out, licking the drop of pre cum off the head. He
laughed softly and caressed my cheek with his hand, then gave me a small slap.
"Patience, beautiful one," he murmured. "We have all night." His fingers
flickered across my lips. I opened my mouth and, taking his index finger into
my mouth began to suck lightly upon it, giving a preview of delights to come.

He moved away again. I heard a drawer open and close. "Now turn around," he
ordered softly. I quickly obeyed. I turned around until I was resting up
against the headboard. "Roll onto your stomach." I turned over. The soft sheets
rubbed against my nipples and made them hard. He knelt next to me on the bed
and quickly tied my hands to the two posts with a red silk scarf. He moved
again then he took my feet and tied me spread-eagled to the other two posts. I
felt his lips kiss the back of my neck and I groaned and arched back against
him. I turned my face and our lips met in a hungry kiss. I licked and bit his
lips as he reached under me and squeezed my tits. He lightly pinched my nipples
and I grew hot and moist for him. He shifted and caressed my ass. He rubbed his
finger in the crack and I arched again, urging him onward.

"Baby fuck me," I pleaded.

"Not yet," he replied. His hand moved from the crack of my ass down to my wet
cunt. He slid a finger inside me and flicked it back and forth against my clit.
I moaned and writhed against his hand; I was helpless and we both knew it.

********************

I have always been a very sensuous person. Even as a child I had an air of
sexuality that was always commented upon by concerned aunts and older cousins.
"You better watch Nicole when she's fifteen, she's going to be a handful," I
remember an aunt telling my mother. I was only seven at the time and had just
done a little "striptease" in my bedroom. (I did it in front of the mirror,
alone. I was reenacting something I had seen in a movie once). My mother had
seen me as she was walking by my open door and told her sister about it later.

My mother never talked to me about the incident and of course I thought nothing
of it. I only knew that I loved the feel of being naked. I ran around the house
naked as often as possible. To me there was nothing better than the feel of
cool air on my skin. Warm sunshine felt even better but it wasn't always easy
to sneak out into the backyard without any clothes on. I'm sure my mother
thought this was cute at first but as I got older I know it embarrassed her.
Because of the tremendous love I felt for my mother, I made an effort to stay
at least partially clothed at all times, even when it was just I and her in the
house.

I remember when my male relatives would come visit. To me they were always more
interesting than my aunts and female cousins. Although I liked to play with
dolls and had more than my share of tea parties I also loved to climb trees and
run around with the boys. I was equally at home in a frilly lace dress or a
muddy tee shirt and jeans. The men in my family always seemed larger than life
- big male animals that would pick me up in their strong arms and hold me on
their laps. I remember one uncle in particular. He was a big man, tall and well
built. I would climb onto his lap and snuggle against his chest, inhaling his
spicy cologne until I thought I would be dizzy. Sometimes his shirt button
would be undone and I would press my nose into his chest hairs and giggle as he
laughed at my childish antics.

I don't remember when I first started to masturbate. I just have memories of
being very young and doing it behind locked doors. I was always terrified
someone would catch me doing it so I learned to be very cautious. I usually did
it when I was taking a bath (once I was old enough to bathe alone). I would
take a washcloth and rub my clit until I came. Sometimes I would lay on top of
my larger stuffed animals and rub against it while French-kissing it. I was
young but I knew about kissing from watching my parents... and for me it was
instinctive. I used to sneak into my parent's bedroom and go into my father's
dresser. He had a drawer full of pornographic books which I would read. I would
get aroused and masturbate in the room. I didn't know that the delicious
feelings I was producing in myself were orgasms until I was in high school but
at the time it didn't matter. I knew how to make myself feel good and no one
ever told me that masturbation was "wrong."

In middle school, as a preadolescent, I knew I was attractive. I didn't think
(and still don't think)I was beautiful. I had a nice body even then a slim
waist, generous breasts, shapely hips, and long, thick dark brown hair. I don't
think it was my looks necessarily that made me so attractive to the opposite
sex; it was my outgoing nature and openness about my sexuality that attracted
them. I was female and wasn't afraid to show my femininity. The boys I let
touch my body were soon after me for more but I always stayed one step away
from them.

When I entered high school the kissing and fondling continued. I lost my
virginity when I was in the eleventh grade. Looking back, I am surprised it
didn't happen earlier. I was a confused teenager. I loved the attention I got
from boys and I made out with many of them but I wouldn't go all the way with
them. Losing my virginity to two of my high school teachers was an experience
that, no matter if it was right or wrong, would guide and shape me in the years
to come. I had my eye on one particular teacher - my algebra teacher Mr.
Jacobs. He reminded me of my uncles and I think this was why I was attracted to
him. He was big and tall, with broad shoulders and lean hips. His hair was dark
brown and he had beautiful green eyes. He had been a football player when he
was in high school which accounted for his fit body. All of the girls in the
class had a crush on him and the boys all envied him and resented him at the
same time.

I sat in the front row the year I turned seventeen. I watched him as he stood
at the chalkboard. As he wrote out equation after equation I would watch the
way his shirt stretched across his shoulders and my mind would drift away. I
would fantasize about sucking his cock, something I had done many times before
with various boys in school. Although I had never "gone all the way" I knew
what the act entailed. It was just a matter of finding someone to do it with
someone other than the boys in my class. I decided that Mr. Jacobs was going to
be my first.

Seducing him proved to be easy. I made eye contact whenever possible, and
smiled at him softly when his gaze fell on me during class. I wore skirts often
and crossed and recrossed my legs whenever I knew he would notice. I started to
notice him watching me when us students were quietly working out problems in
our books or taking tests. I would glance up and catch his gazing at me. At
first he would glance quickly away but over time he would hold my gaze until it
was I who looked away first. During tests Mr. Jacobs would walk up and down the
aisles, making sure that none of us were cheating. He would linger by my desk
and "accidentally" bump against me. Since his class was the last of the day I
would hurry home, run up to my room, and play with my clit until I came.

This went on for some time until one day, toward the end of the school year, I
knew that something had changed between Mr. Jacobs and me. The glances we had
been exchanging were getting hotter and hotter and he was all I could think
about. On this particular Friday, after the bell rang, Mr. Jacobs asked me to
stay after class for a moment. I put my books back down on the desk and sat
down while the other students hurried out the door. My heart was thudding in my
chest in anticipation. I watched as Mr. Jacobs went to the door and closed it.
After locking the door he pulled the shade down over the window and walked
slowly back to his desk across from me. He leaned against it and looked at me.

Without a word I stood and walked up to him. I was wearing a white blouse and
denim skirt with white socks and canvas shoes. I saw him admire my legs as I
walked the short distance to him. I knelt in front of him until my face was eye
level with his crotch. I reached up and gently caressed the bulge in his
slacks. I remember the feeling of power I felt when that bulge grew hard under
my touch. No matter that I had done this before with boys my own age; Mr.
Jacobs was twice my age and I got off on the fact that I could affect him that
way. I slowly unzipped his pants and freed his hard cock. It was larger than
any I had seen before. It was thick and already had a drop of pre cum on the
tip. I remember how wet I got from just looking at it. I licked my lips and
touched the end of his cock with my tongue.

Mr. Jacobs breathed in sharply when I touched him. I took his cock into my
hands and stroked its length softly. I felt the heat of him as I lightly
gripped his shaft and slid my hand up and down. I flicked my tongue out over
the head and around the crown. He groaned and I knew I had him.

I gripped the base of his cock in my right hand and eased it into my open
mouth. I guided it in deeper, starting and stopping until his pubic hair was
tickling my nose. He groaned and gripped my head tight. I pulled back until his
cock was almost out of my mouth and flicked my tongue at a drop of pre cum that
was glistening at the head of his dick. He tasted wonderful to me, and more
than anything I wanted to taste more of him. I plunged down again, my lips and
tongue sliding over his cock wetly. I teased him this way for a few moments.
Every so often I would look up at him and I would thrill to see his eyes closed
in rapture. My movements quickened as I took him deeper and deeper into my
throat.

"Nicole," he murmured. I pulled back and looked up at him questioningly, his
cock glistening with my saliva.

"Yes Mr. Jacobs?" I murmured. My tongue snaked out and I flicked it over the
sensitive hood of his dick. He groaned again and pulled me up by the hair. He
kissed me hard on the mouth as he unbuttoned my shirt. Pulling the opened shirt
down around my shoulders, he drank in the sight of my young breasts.

"You're so beautiful," he breathed. He reached up and cupped them, teasing my
nipples with little flicks of his thumbs. I was going crazy by this time. My
pussy was soaking wet and I was panting. I lifted my skirt and took his hand,
guiding it to my cunt. His finger slipped inside me and I almost screamed.

"You like that don't you Nicole?" he asked, amused. I nodded and pressed
against his hand. Suddenly he turned me around and flipped me over his desk. I
felt the air hit my bare legs as he lifted my skirt up. His hands slid over the
white lace panties I was wearing. He gripped my hips and pulled my panties to
the side. I moaned when I felt his cock sliding along my wet slit. "Nicole, are
you a virgin?" he asked me as he rubbed his dick over my ass.

I nodded. I was both scared and exhilarated. I answered "yes" in a barely
audible voice.

"You won't be for much longer," Mr. Jacobs panted. He reached under me and,
grabbing my tits with both hands, he rammed his cock into me. I gasped more
with surprise than pain; it didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. I had
popped my own cherry years ago while masturbating so there was no actual pain,
just the slight discomfort of having something inside me and stretching me. No,
his cock inside me didn't hurt at all. In fact, after a few strokes his cock
slid in and out of me easily and it felt wonderful. I began to thrust back at
him, my cunt sliding down the length of his shaft.

"That's it Nicole, fuck me," Mr. Jacobs urged me. "God, you're so tight!" he
groaned. I was lost in a haze of desire as I fucked him. I leaned forward and
gripped the edge of the desk. He pulled my shirt down further and unhooked my
bra. My tits were now swinging freely as I thrust back onto his cock. I moaned
as I felt his cock rub against my clit and it was all I could do not to scream.
He gripped my hips tighter and made me stop thrusting. I felt him pull out,
almost to the tip, then he plunged back into me. He did this over and over,
fucking my pussy hard.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I gasped and tried to stand up. "Stay
there," he told me. He pulled out and went to the door. Someone came in and the
door was shut and locked again. A man came and stood in front of me and
unzipped his pants. The cock that sprung out at me was even bigger than Mr.
Jacob's. The man pressed it against my lips and I willingly opened my mouth.
The man thrust his cock into my mouth while Mr. Jacobs slid his cock back
inside my cunt. Soon both men were going at me at either end and I was in
heaven. The man I was sucking off fondled my tits and caressed my ass while Mr.
Jacobs rammed his cock deep inside me.

After a few moments they switched places. I was still on my stomach, bent over
the desk, only now I had Mr. Jacob's cock in my mouth and the other man was in
my cunt. I could taste myself on his cock and I licked and sucked it greedily.

"That's it Ed, fuck her," Mr. Jacobs urged. I was shocked. Ed? That must be Mr.
Thompson, the principal! He was in his fifties! The knowledge that I was
getting fucked by two men old enough to be my father turned me on so much I
moaned and began to finger my clit.

Mr. Thompson began to groan as he gripped my hips. "I'm going to come in this
bitch!" he grunted. I felt his cum spurt deep into my pussy as I myself came. I
pulled away from Mr. Jacobs cock as I cried out. Mr. Jacobs stepped back and
started to jerk off. Load after load of hot cum splattered onto my face,
dripping down my cheeks and landing in my hair.

Mr. Thompson shot his last load into me then pulled out and wiped his cock on
my ass. Then they were both in front of me, offering me their cocks to lick
clean. I willingly did so. Licking both cocks at the same time, I cleaned off
their cum and my juices. After this experience I made myself available to those
two men during my last year of high school. Although what happened was
completely consensual, I knew that it wasn't acceptable behavior. The two men
would have gotten into serious trouble if anyone had found out. But the
experiences I shared with them were immensely enjoyable and helped me to grow
into the woman I am now. After high school I went to college, where I had many
lovers, both male and female. After graduation I went to work in a law firm,
where I met a man whom I knew from the start was my soul mate in all things.

********************

I was helpless but not afraid. The helplessness was all part of the game. It
turned me on to be at the mercy of this man. I felt his finger inside me and I
wanted to come but I knew he wouldn't allow me too yet. He withdrew his finger
and I moaned in frustration.

"I want to come! Please... "

"Shhhh." He shifted then I felt him licking my toes. He drew each toe into his
mouth and sucked upon it. I groaned and writhed as feeling after delicious
feeling coursed through me. He worked his way to my foot then up my calf and
licked at that sensitive part behind my knee. Up the back of my thigh he went
then he was kissing my ass cheek. I felt him spread both cheeks apart then he
was licking my crack from top to bottom. I gasped at the pleasure this brought
me and I lifted my ass further toward him. He licked and stuck his tongue
inside me while he fingered my clit again. I was so wet and turned on I bucked
wildly beneath him.

"Baby, please!" I pleaded again. His reply was to get up off the bed.

His big hand gently caressed my ass then came down in a stinging slap that made
me gasp in surprise. His hand slapped down again and I moaned with pleasure. I
wiggled my ass around, urging him onward. I was tied up and frustrated that I
couldn't do more but this made it all the more delicious. His hand came down
again, first on one cheek then the other.

Each stinging slap made me more wet and my nipples ache. He stopped spanking me
and laid his hand over my ass crack. In one smooth motion he had a finger in my
cunt and a thumb in my ass hole.

"Oh God!" I cried as I bucked against his hand. His finger worked my clit as
his thumb probed into my ass. I felt close to coming. "Baby I'm going to come,"
I panted.

"Not yet!" he ordered. He removed his hand climbed onto me, on an arm on either
side of my head. His cock rubbed against my ass and I thrust back against it,
wanting to feel its hardness inside me, anywhere inside me.

He spread my legs with his knee and positioned himself at the edge of my
dripping pussy. With one stroke he was inside me, his hot maleness filling me
completely. I sighed with pleasure as he began to move on top of me.

His cock slid smoothly in and out. He kissed my neck and I turned my head to
kiss him. He pulled out to the tip then plunged back into me over and over. I
moaned and thrust back as much as much as I could.

He withdrew suddenly and I started to protest but then I felt his cock nudging
against my asshole. I pushed back against him in encouragement.

Slowly and carefully he pushed his cock into my ass, giving me time to adjust
to him. When he was completely inside me he moved forward until he was laying
full length on top of me. He grabbed my wrists and began to fuck me.

"Nicole, I love you so much," he whispered in my ear. He slid his cock in and
out of me and I could only lay there and moan. He kissed my neck, my shoulders,
my back. He kissed my shoulder again and bit me gently.

"You're so beautiful," he told me. "I love fucking you... "

I bucked up against him, making him plunge deeper into my ass. He pulled out of
me then reached back and untied my feet. Then he lifted me up by the hips until
I was on my knees, though my hands were still tied. I was tied loosely, however
and I was able to rest on my elbows. He grabbed my hips and thrust back into my
ass. "Fuck me," he ordered. I obeyed and started to slide back and forth on his
shaft, delighting in the wonderful feeling of being filled by cock. He reached
down and began to play with my clit and I groaned his name.

"That's it Nicki, come on my hand," he said. His finger worked faster and
faster and I felt myself start to come. I arched my back and cried out. He
didn't stop fingering me until my orgasm was over. As soon as he knew I was
satisfied he began to pump into me harder and faster. He leaned forward until
he was on top of me again and put his arm around my neck and held me close to
him. "I'm going to come," he told me in a strained voice.

"Yes baby, come inside me," I urged. He tightened his hold on me then moaned my
name into my ear as I felt him shoot his load of hot come into my ass.

"Ahhhhh Nicki," he cried as his body trembled against mine. He collapsed on top
of me, his breathing ragged. He reached up and untied my hands then took me
into his arms. He buried his face in my neck. His shoulders began to shake and
I knew he was crying. He got like this sometimes after we made love. The
intimacy and love he felt were so powerful that he couldn't keep it inside. I
felt tears form in my own eyes as I held and kissed him with tenderness and
love. For someone who had searched so long for happiness I had finally found
it. I held my husband tight against me as we both drifted off to a peaceful
sleep.

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