The Summer Rental Ch. 01

“I don’t know about that last part,” Nell said with a laugh. She took her cock by the root and positioned it until her tip was just splitting Zoe’s lips. “But I can do the rest.” She thrust into Zoe, giving her every inch of her rod in a single, mind bending push.

“Fuck!” Zoe screamed, her back arching from the bed. She desperately reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it up over her tits. Her puffy nipples were already hugely swollen, but she grasped them between thumb and forefinger and began pinching, stretching, and tugging. Nell’s cock was like nothing she’d ever experienced. It was all consuming, every deep plunge taking in every single iota of her cunt. Explosions were going off behind her eyes, her mental pathways rewritten as she was conquered, as she was used for someone else’s pleasure. That didn’t mean Zoe wasn’t enjoying herself, quite the contrary. She was climaxing almost continuously, her core flexing, hips twitching, her cunt spasming around Nell. Girlcum was splashing away from their juncture, up onto Nell’s stomach, across Zoe’s own belly and tits. Even up onto her face when a particularly hard tremor ran through her. Zoe couldn’t hope to keep up with how many times she came, she could only ride the wave and hope her sanity would be intact at the end.

Nell was enjoying putting this brat in her place almost as much as her wet little cunt. Zoe was done with that slutty bitch queen stuff, Nell could see that now. The girl writhing and twitching under her, mauling her own tits with her fingers, squirting all over the place, she was changed. Hopefully for the better. A little submission never hurt anyone. And fuck, she felt good too. Zoe’s cunt with a tight, wet sleeve for her cock, gripping and sucking at her as she thrust in and out of her. Nell’s flared crown was scraping her clean, a torrent of girlcum splattering across the floor. Her own copious precum was pumping into Zoe, filling her and adding to the creamy mess streaming from her pussy.

Time to see where we’re at, Nell thought. She buried herself in Zoe and stayed there, taking every inch of her. “What are you?” She asked.

Zoe lifted her head from the blanket, her eyes wild. “Uh,” she started, taking in ragged little breaths. “I’m a fucking slut. A whore! I’m just a fucking hole for you to use!”

Nell’s lips spread in a wicked grin. That was the answer she’d been looking for. Mostly. “Holes,” she corrected.

Zoe had time to make a confused noise before Nell pulled her cock entirely out of her pussy. The sudden exit made Zoe’s hips twitch. Nell pushed her ankles back a little further, tilting her hips up, until Zoe’s asshole presented itself. Her pink ring was sloppy with nectar, openly flexing in time with Zoe’s breaths. Nell pressed her pussy-cream slicked crown to Zoe, and then made eye contact with her.

“Ohmigod,” Zoe whispered. Nell thrust into her ass, pushing her entire cock into Zoe in a single swift action. Her pelvis slapped into Zoe’s as she conquered the girl. Zoe let out a high, warbling moan, as a fat rope of girlcum rocketed out of her pussy and splashed right on her face. She didn’t even care. Zoe just licked her lips clean and opened her mouth for the next gush. Nell was reaming out her asshole, full length thrusts of her cock that were opening her up in ways that no one ever had. Her body was responding in kind, pussy gushing, core flexing, eyes rolling back in their sockets, as Nell worked anal orgasm after anal orgasm from her. Would she walk right after this? Would she sit right? Zoe didn’t even care. She wanted this, wanted to be gaped open for Nell, wanted to be used by Nell. Anything Nell wanted her to do, she would do it. No questions, no complaints.

Zoe’s ass was providing a fine challenge to Nell’s control. The girl had her on the verge of orgasm from the first thrust. It didn’t help that Zoe was moaning and pleading desperately for cum. Well, she did need to get to work soon anyway. Time to finish this.

Nell pulled from Zoe’s ass with a wet pop and laid her crown back down atop Zoe’s clit. Her cock bloated as thick seed rushed up it. Fat ropes of burning white lust exploded from her, streaking across Zoe’s face, her neck and shoulders, her tits, her stomach. When her front was sufficiently covered, Nell pushed her cock back into Zoe’s cunt, just the tip, and fired a few ropes of seed there. Her ass got the same treatment. As her orgasm subsided, Nell stood over Zoe, milking her cock and making sure every drop of her cum got on the slut. When she was done Zoe was glazed, pasted, from her hair down to her pussy. Seed was up her nose and stretched across the gap of her gasping mouth, it was filling her cleavage and drooling from her asshole.

“Could I have a towel?” Zoe asked in a small, exhausted voice.

“No,” Nell said. She picked up Zoe’s shorts and wiped her cock clean with them. She needed to get ready for work.

“What?” Zoe lifted her head, a shocked expression on her cum glazed features.

“Rude whores who bust into someone else’s house uninvited don’t get towels. Rude whores walk home covered in cum so everyone knows what they are.” Nell pointed at the door. “Now get out.”

Zoe blinked a couple of times and then pushed herself up off the bed. She stood on wobbly legs, bent down to pick up her dripping shorts, and shuffled to the door.

“Hey,” Nell said when she was just about to leave. She waited for Zoe to look at her. “Same time tomorrow?”

Zoe’s heart thumped in her chest, once, twice. Then she gave Nell a shaky nod.

After the door closed behind Zoe, Nell could only laugh. That was both daughters. How long until their mother found out her secret?

The answer to that question, it turned out, was three days. Give or take a couple of hours.

Nell was coming back from an early shift at the restaurant when she ran into Joan. Her landlord had clearly been back by the pool, wearing nothing but a bikini with a thin green sarong tied around her waist, her brown hair tied back in a smooth ponytail. Nell took a moment to check her out. Joan had a classic MILF shape, big tits, big ass, everything snugged down into a tight hourglass waist in the middle. She definitely put the work in to stay in shape, and most mornings Nell saw her take off on a run. Joan had also mentioned a pilates routine more than once. Whatever she was doing, it worked.

“Oh, hi Nell. You’re home early,” Joan said as their paths crossed. She either didn’t notice Nell’s appraising gaze or didn’t care.

“Yeah, I picked up brunch today. The tips aren’t as good but at least I’m done with work while the sun is still up.” She stretched and winced a bit as a jolt of pain ran through her. “Tomorrow’s my day off, and I think I need the rest.”

Concern furrowed Joan’s brows. “Are you alright?”

“I’ll be fine. Yesterday I was bringing some kegs out of the basement and I think I pulled something.” Nell shrugged. “Probably just needs rest.”

“Sweetie, I am a doctor of osteopathic medicine, if anyone can tell you what your back needs, it’s me.” Joan smiled. “I’ve been told that I’m pretty good at massage too.”

“Oh, um, OK.” What’s the worst that could happen, Nell thought, she got an awkward massage from her landlady? “Should I come inside, or…?”

Joan pointed up the stairs towards Nell’s garage apartment. “Actually everything is up in your space.” They headed up the stairs, but Joan paused at the door. “The lease says I need to give you twenty-four hours notice before coming in. So if you need to go in and tidy up, or put anything personal away, I can wait here for a minute.”

“No, I think everything should be fine. It’s not like I have a vibrator just sitting out.”

“Ha! I wouldn’t blame you if you did,” Joan said. “There’s a real shortage of decent men around here. Trust me, I’ve looked.”

Once inside, Joan went right to the far wall and punched the code into the storage room keypad. She rummaged around a bit, pulling out a bottle of oil, some speakers, and a little electric pot. Then, with some effort and a bit of swearing under her breath, she wheeled out a full massage table.

Nell ran over to help her, and together they got the table unfolded and set up at the right height. “Wow, you have all the gear, don’t you?”

Joan smiled and waved her off. “There was a time where I thought I might turn this space into a massage studio, and that’s how I’d make a little money on the side. Renting turned out to be the easier option.” She pulled out a pair of large towels, laying one down on the table and handing the other to Nell. “Still, the girls were always in sports, so there were plenty of opportunities to use this stuff over the years.” She checked that her bottle of oil was fresh and then popped it in the warmer. “OK, I’ll step outside. You disrobe to whatever your comfort level is and get under the towel.”

Nell could only grin and shake her head at that. Her comfort level? She’d been getting pretty fucking comfortable in here with Joan’s daughters, mom wouldn’t be too different. So she pulled all her clothes off and got on the table, leaving the towel draped over her ass and down her thighs.

“I’m ready,” Nell called.


Joan came back in. “Alright, let’s get started.” She put some music on, a low reggae inspired beat. “I’m not going to go too hard on you, but let me know if you feel any pain or discomfort.”

Nell let out a happy breath as warm oil drizzled over her back. It was immediately clear that Joan knew exactly what she was doing. Strong fingers worked her muscles, finding knots that she didn’t even know she had.

“You’re carrying a lot of tension in your upper back, I see,” Joan said. “I can give you some stretches that should help with that.”

“Am I really old enough to need a stretching routine?” Nell sucked in a breath as Joan found a sore spot. “Oh, right there.”

“Mmm, I can feel it.” Joan was working her way down Nell’s spine. “A lot of issues in the lower back are actually tied to tightness in the glutes and quads. Do you mind?” She reached for Nell’s towel and began to pull it up.

“Umm,” Nell began.

But it was too late.

“Oh,” Joan said, freezing in place. “Oh my.” She started moving the towel again, up the slope of Nell’s ass until it was bunched on her lower back. “What the…? Nellie are you…? What?”

Nell let out a resigned sigh and swung her legs off the table. She turned until she was sitting upright and pulled the towel over her lap. “The first doctor I ever saw about it called me a ‘true hermaphrodite.’”

Joan pulled a chair up across from Nell and sat. “That is truly unique. And exceedingly rare. I’ve only ever heard of a couple of cases.” Her brows knit together. “Most parents in these situations choose the sex right at birth and then go directly into gender assignment surgery. But you…” Joan shook her head. “I’m sorry, I fell right into doctor mode. Obviously your parents didn’t do anything like that. And I feel terrible, I’ve violated your privacy. How can I make that up to you?”

“No, it’s OK. I should’ve seen this coming when you offered a massage. Should’ve warned you.” Nell took a deep breath. “My parents were religious fundamentalists. I was delivered by a midwife. No doctors, no vaccines. It’s amazing that I’m as healthy as I am. I was homeschooled, and you better believe there weren't any sex ed or anatomy lessons, so I didn’t even know I was different until… I was maybe twelve.”

“What happened?” Joan asked.

“Money got tight and my mom had to get a job. They started dropping me off at the library.” Nell smiled at the memory. “I didn’t know there could be so many books. Or so many other kids. There was a chaperone, an older woman from our church, but she fell asleep most of the time. So I got to read whatever I wanted. And then I found the internet.”

“Ah,” Joan chuckled. “That’ll do it.”

“It sure did. I learned what I was, what the church was. Everything they were hiding from me.” Nell shook her head. “It was a lot. But I figured out how to get away. Got myself legally emancipated at sixteen, enrolled in highschool. I finished a year late, but I graduated. And forged myself into a pretty regular woman.” She glanced down towards her groin. “With a few extra bits.”

“That’s genuinely inspiring. I’m glad you’re happy with how your story has gone so far.” Joan bit her lip for a moment. “Nell, and I’m slipping back into my medical mindset here, would you consent to an inspection? It’s so rare for a doctor to find themselves close to a true medical miracle that I’m compelled to try and learn what I can.”

“Sure, doc,” Nell said, pulling the towel away and spreading her legs slightly. “Anything for science.”

Joan smiled and scooted her chair a little closer. She reached out and gently grasped Nell with one hand. “Your phallus is well above average in both length and girth.” She cupped Nell’s balls with her other hand. “Testicles too.”

“One doctor said it’s probably because of my hormone balance in the womb, whatever that means.” Nell’s voice was a bit shaky. Joan’s hands were still warm and bit slick from the massage oil, and blood was already beginning to pool in her cock from the stimulation.

“Do you mind if I lift these up and…” Joan hefted Nell’s balls. She waited for Nell’s answering head shake before looking down at her vagina. “Perfectly normal labia, interesting. I would’ve expected your penis to replace your clitoris, but no, there it is. Do you know if everything is functional?”

“Y-yeah,” Nell said with a shudder. The hand that Joan had on her cock was lightly stroking and squeezing, but Joan didn’t even seem to realize she was doing it. Nell was getting very hard as a result. “I could knock myself up if I really wanted to.”

“Hmm, you should probably try to avoid that.” Joan sat back up. But along the way her head turned in such a way that her lips grazed Nell’s flared crown. She paused, letting out a shaky breath, her eyelids drooping, and nuzzled her lips against Nell a few times. Then her eyes shot open. “Oh! Oh god. I’m-I’m sorry, that was wildly inappropriate.” Joan still had her hand on Nell, was still staring down at the now rock hard cock pointing at her.

Here we go, Nell thought. “It’s OK. How long has it been? Since you were this close to someone?”

“Other than patients at the hospital? Since my husband…” Joan drew in a ragged breath. “More than a decade.”

Nell grinned. This was going to be fun. She flexed her cock and thick blob of precum oozed from her tip and began slowly rolling down the slope of her crown. Joan’s eyes went wider than they already were, if that was possible, and her tongue slipped out to wet her lips. “Go ahead, I know you want to.”

It was like she was waiting for permission. Joan fell on Nell’s cock with a moan, dragging her tongue up Nell’s burning flesh and gathering all that thick precum. She swallowed it down with a delighted, wanton noise. “Fuck, you taste amazing.” Joan didn’t give Nell a chance to reply. She lapped at Nell’s crown, leaving it slick with spit. Her lips kissed and sucked, tongue dragging to and fro, resting for a time on Nell’s frenulum and working up and down across her bowstring. Her hands were busy too, pumping up and down Nell’s length. She was working more pre out of the girl, thick globs of it running down her cock to meet Joan’s hungry tongue. She chased it to the source, and soon her lips were pursed around Nell’s tip, her tongue swiping at her cumslit.

Part of Joan, the more rational, more composed part, couldn’t believe what she was doing. Just seconds ago they had been talking about Nell’s unique condition, the sort of normal conversation between doctor and patient that Joan had ten times a day. And now with hardly a moment to think about it she had her lips wrapped around Nell’s cock. How? Joan knew Nell was beautiful, and had noticed the moment they met. And she felt Nell’s gaze on her often, a flattering sensation for a middle-aged woman. Nell obviously liked girls, and if she found Joan attractive… Well, Joan wasn’t about to complain. But was she that horny, that desperate for a cock, that she would fall on the first one that presented itself? The rest of her, hell, the majority of her, answered that question with a resounding, orgasmically screaming YES! Nell’s cock was hot and huge and throbbing between her lips, veins pulsing under her fingers, creamy precum filling her mouth and running down her throat. Joan could only moan around her, her cunt soaking her bikini bottoms with nectar. Ten years, it echoed in her mind, ten years without cock, without an orgasm that didn’t come from her own hand. Joan’s entire being sang with lust and desire.

Nell leaned back on the massage table with a happy moan. Something about Joan, the way the MILF slut had barely taken any convincing, made this so much more satisfying than taking her daughters. She obviously didn’t forget how to suck a cock in the last ten years. Joan was drooling and slobbering all over Nell’s crown, her lips stretched wide, her tongue swiping and pushing. But Nell wanted more, she wanted all of Joan. Her daughters had been able to take every inch Nell could give them on their first try. It was time to see if that was a hereditary ability.

She reached out and wrapped her hand around the base of Joan’s ponytail. “Joan, look at me.” Nell waited for Joan to lift her eyes. The MILF wasn’t about to take her mouth from Nell’s cock, and that was fine. “I’m going to use your throat now. OK?” Joan’s eyes went wide, but she nodded around Nell’s crown, her tongue pushing past her lower lip to swipe at Nell’s cock. “Good girl.” She started pushing Joan down, a bit deeper each time, little thrusts of her crown against the entrance to Joan’s throat. The MILF gagged, but she didn’t try to stop Nell. Nell smiled as she felt Joan’s throat nip at her cock. “Go ahead and give me a big swallow like a good slut.” The slutty praise made Joan moan around her, but she did what she was told, relaxing her throat and swallowing mightily. Nell’s crown began slipping into her and then stalled for a minute. Joan’s chest heaved, but she swallowed again. For a moment it felt like Joan would force her out, but then with a slick ‘pop!’ she was in. Nell drove Joan down on her relentlessly, until Joan’s nose was pressed into her belly. “What a good MILF slut, taking all of me.” That made Joan moan around her, and Nell echoed it with a moan of her own. Like daughters like mother, apparently.

Nell didn’t feel the need to talk much more after that. She used Joan for her own pleasure, dragging her throat up and down her cock. Joan simply braced her hands on the massage table and took it, moaning around Nell as her throat was ravaged. Her lips were stretched around Nell’s spit slicked length, her tongue pressed down into the bottom of her mouth by the weight of cock filling her. Nell was finding that Joan’s throat made an even better cocksleeve than either of her daughters. The older woman was just… more open. Sloppier somehow. Nell’s balls were dripping with spit, strings of it stretching between her pelvis and Joan’s face each time she pulled her back.

If Joan’s first taste of Nell’s cock had ignited her mind, that same cock down her throat changed her life. No one, not her husband, not some earlier boyfriend, had ever taken her like this. She hadn’t even known it was possible to be taken like this. Her gag reflex had alway been strong, she even struggled to brush her tongue sometimes. But now? It was gone, destroyed. Nell used her throat like a toy, that flared crown scraping up and down her throat, drawing out a torrent of spit that spilled past her lips and ran down her chin. That wasn’t the only thing that was torrential. Her pussy was a sopping, sloppy mess and she could feel her nectar drooling around her bikini, the fabric completely saturated. And the way Nell talked to her… fuck. A MILF slut? That’s exactly what she was, a MILF slut for Nell, for her cock and her seed. Cum, Joan screamed in her mind, cum down my throat! Feed me!