Welcome to Natalie's House.
The Natalie's House series will be an experimental series for me, featuring kink and fetish stories. They'll be standalone stories that you can read in any order unless otherwise noted, like this one.
In the intro to each one I'll alert my readers to the kink I'll be exploring. This one is heavy on lesbian sex, with strong hints about a budding incestual relationship between Natalie and Noah.
This is a direct follow up to NATALIE'S HOUSE: FIRST TIME FUCK.
In this one I've just finished taking Noah's virginity, and I'm about to go and spend some quality time with his aunt who is my lesbian lover. So go back and read that one for much needed context for this one.
As with most things that I write this story takes place in a happy alternate reality where people don't worry about pandemics, std's, or the need for birth control.
Featuring:
Natalie: A single woman that I met online a few years ago. She and I have begun a lesbian relationship.
Noah: A twenty-one-year-old virgin. He's a college senior, and Natalie's nephew.
Isabella Emily: A wife, a writer, a pervert, a pleasure seeker, and your humble escort through this story.
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Then:
I ended his first blowjob by licking each of his balls with my tongue, and then giving his deflated cock a soft suck. I crawled up beside him and lay my head on his chest.
"Thank you Noah." I whispered. "I fucking loved that."
"No. Thank you Emily." He said. "I had no idea it could feel that way. It was amazing."
"Was?" I asked, looking up at his face. "Does that mean we're all finished for the night?"
Now:
"I was just.....I thought....." he was stammering again.
"It's okay." I giggled. "I'm just fucking with you. If there's something else you want to try we can. Or we can just rest a while."
"I'm okay to rest a bit." He whispered. "My head is still spinning."
"Well you certainly earned it." I declared. "You're going to dehydrate yourself if you keep cumming that much."
"I think you caused that." He whispered. "You really got me excited."
"Thank you." I said. "And we probably don't have to whisper. I think Natalie is aware that we're getting along okay in here."
"Do you think she heard us?" he asked, glancing towards the bedroom door.
"I sort of hope so." I giggled. "She's a bit of a voyeur so if she can't see she might as well be able to hear."
"Yeah." He said. "I thought maybe....well that might be weird to say."
I reached down and cupped his balls in my hand, giving them a squeeze. I saw his cock jump. It was no longer throbbing, but it was still fairly stiff, leaking a string of cum.
"Noah sweetie," I told him, "I just swallowed some of your cum and I've got about a gallon of it leaking out of my cunt. We now officially know each other well enough for weird."
"I thought maybe she'd open the door and watch." He said softly. "I can't say for sure why, but I've thought for a long time that she was sort of wanting this to happen for me, right here in this room, close to her."
"I'd say you're a very wise young man." I told him, giggling at the realization that Natalie hadn't quite kept her sexual nature as fully hidden as she'd thought she had.
"I even," he whispered, looking back at the door again, "was wondering if you were real or if she was going to come in here and offer to do this with me herself."
A surge of lust soared through me, and my cunt clenched again as a new wave of arousal grabbed me.
"Would you have been okay with that?" I asked him.
"I would have." He said. "Really okay with it. She's not only amazingly beautiful, but she's my favorite person on the planet. But I couldn't figure out how to bring it up. I was afraid it would offend her if I was wrong."
"I don't think anything sexual you brought up, or suggested, or confessed to her, would offend her, unless you were somehow cruel or mean about it." I said. "In fact she and I have talked about every kind of sex there is."
"Just talked?" he asked, smiling at me. The nervous young man I'd met earlier was almost completely gone I realized. Nothing like emptying your balls into a pussy to build your confidence I guess.
"Well not just talked." I giggled. "We've done some experimenting to go along with our conversations."
"Sounds like a great relationship." He said. He gave my nipple a sudden sharp pinch, and my hips came up off the bed and I grabbed his cock and squeezed.
"It is." I moaned. "She's like you. She drives me crazy."
"Are you being driven crazy right now?" he asked. "Do you want me to....?"
"If that's a wide open invitation," I answered, "there's plenty I'd like you to do to me, for me, and with me. But there's no rush to do it all tonight. Or at least not right now."
"I'm not being greedy am I?" he asked.
"How do you mean?" I returned, while running my fingers through his chest hair.
"I feel like everything that's happened so far has been about me." He said sleepily. "That seems a little unbalanced. Or at least one sided....maybe unbalanced is the wrong word."
"No." I said. "I know what you mean, and it's a really good point. But the fact that you recognize it is a good sign. Sometimes sex can be like this, total focus on one person and their pleasure."
I lifted my head up and looked at him before continuing.
"Often there's a need for an exchange between two people. For both of them to receive and both of them to give." I said. "No one should exist solely to pleasure another with nothing in return."
"So you don't feel like I've done all the taking and you've done all the giving?" he asked.
He cupped my breast and softly rolled my sensitive nipple between two fingers. A little more of this I'd take back my offer to let him rest.
"You're right Noah," I said, "tonight has been pretty focused on you, but there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. Sometimes it's okay, and healthy even, to sit back and receive pleasure without having earned it first, and with no expectation that you now 'owe' anyone anything."
"I guess that makes sense." He said.
"Sure." I told him. "Think of it like a birthday present. One that hopefully comes around more than once a year. You accepting what someone wants to give you is good for both you and for the one giving."
I reached over and took his balls in my hand, giving them a gentle but very firm squeeze. He squirmed a bit and his fingers stopped their motion on my nipple.
"But remember this Noah." I squeezed a bit tighter, wanting this to make an impression on him. "Accepting pleasure without being uncomfortable is perfectly normal and healthy and good in a relationship. Does that make sense?"
He nodded and moaned as his semi-erect cock throbbed.
"But being willing and able to give pleasure without expecting anything back is also healthy and normal." I continued. "If you're willing to give more than you can handle, you'll very likely be receiving more than you need."
I let go of his balls and smiled at him.
"That makes perfect sense." He said.
"And there are some people out there whose greatest sexual pleasure comes from giving pleasure." I told him. "Sometime you may encounter someone who receives the most sexual gratification from pleasing you."
"Are you like that?" He asked. "Earlier you said...."
"I'm not quite like that. I do enjoy giving pleasure." I said. "A lot. In fact, making someone cum is like foreplay to me. But I also like receiving pleasure. My two biggest arousal points are giving someone an orgasm and having a partner who genuinely wants me to cum."
"That's one thing I think about a lot." He said. "Making someone I'm with have an orgasm."
"That's the way it should be." I agreed. "If you can learn to truly love giving pleasure, sex will always be a great encounter. Even if the other person has all the orgasms."
"Can I ask something else?" he asked sleepily.
We were snuggled together in the warm room, listening to the outside wind and watching the candle flicker peacefully on the ceiling. The sheets beneath us were pleasantly damp with our spilled bodily fluids and sweat, and the room smelled erotically of sexual exertion.
"Of course." I told him. "You can ask me anything. Anything at all. That's part of what we're doing together."
"I'm not worried about making someone have an orgasm. But I do worry about getting them aroused to the point where they want or need to have an orgasm. How does that work?" he asked.
I reached out and patted him on the thigh.
"Well worrying about it is a good start." I said quietly. "Everyone responds different and has different arousal triggers. Using your fingers, tongue, lips, and hands to arouse her body is important of course, but most important is to get to know her and get to know what she needs leading up to those things."
He nodded.
"For instance, a guy licking my neck after we've showered together will turn me on more than a guy playing with my breasts while he's watching a ball game." I continued.
I was dragging my fingers through his chest hair.
"Context and intent are what really defines foreplay." I whispered. "Where and how you do it and how much time you spend doing it is the difference between her enjoying it, and her getting so horny that her cunt drips and she begs you to fuck her."
"I hadn't really thought of it that way, but I guess I understand exactly what you mean." He said.
"Bottom line," I finished, "if she knows you want to arouse her because you want her to feel pleasure, that will help her get aroused. If she thinks you just want to fuck so you can cum that will bore her."
I took his hand in mine and sucked two fingers into my mouth before putting them back on my nipple. He gently rubbed my areola for a moment and then cupped my breast.
"Every woman is different, so knowing that there are no foolproof tricks you can use to cause arousal is important." I continued. "Try different things and pay attention to how she responds to them. And don't be afraid to ask her what she needs or wants. If she won't tell you she can't expect you to know."
"This is good advice." He said. "Thank you."
"If you really want to thank me rest up for your lessons tomorrow." I said with a grin.
He was breathing steadily next to me, and as I listened, he seemed to be breathing deeper and deeper.
