Poor Penelope Pickle-tits Pt. 02

"So, why do you let that freak run your life?" I inquired, as I threaded my way through the heavier traffic of the downtown area. "Does she treat everyone like what she did to Penny?"

Marcy nodded.

"Yes Sir." she replied. "It's just her way, I guess."

"It's her way of masking her own insecurities." I observed, as the traffic light ahead turned red.

I stopped the car and looked at her as I continued.

"Putting up that front is how she deals with the same feelings that you have. Deep inside, I'll bet you an orgasm, that she's terrified of someone doing to her what I did back there. Safe bet she was bullied or molested as a child, and now she takes it out on everyone else to make herself feel more powerful. It's all a front. At least you realize your meekness, but you're just as messed up on the inside; just in the opposite direction."

"What do you mean by that?" Marcy inquired. "How can I be like her, but completely opposite at the same time?"

"You're too dependent on others." I explained. "I don't think you are comfortable with making decisions on your own. You need someone to tell you what to do, and even if you could, I don't think you'd even know how to do a lot of things. When was the last time you did something on your own or spoke your mind?"

Marcy shrugged.

"I dunno." she replied honestly. "You're right, I need guidance from others to get by, and I really don't know how to operate things or make them work. I leave that up to Sara. As for speaking my mind, I did once when I was a kid. My father got so mad at me that he turned red in the face and started screaming at me. He leaned in and told me to never speak unless spoken to again. I guess I haven't."

"It scarred you for life." I observed. "Believe it or not, I used to be almost as timid as you are now."

"No way!" she exclaimed. "No fucking way you were ever just like me."

"Yeah way," I responded with a smile, "and look at how you just spoke up! You're away from that controlling bitch less than thirty minutes, and you're already growing a little backbone. How did it feel?"

Marcy looked at me in surprise.

"I'm sorry!" she apologized. "I didn't mean to-"

"Stop!" I said quietly, as I pulled into the graveled parking area of a closed nursery. "Don't say you're sorry, Marcy. You've got to stop being a mouse all the time."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be." she replied meekly.

"You just did it again." I responded.

"I'm sorry, Sir." she responded.

"Marcy..."

"Yes Sir?"

"Stop being so fucking obsequious."

"I haven't heard that word since I was in college." she said with a smile. "It's like something you'd learn for a spelling bee. I never thought I'd hear someone use it in real life."

"How long were you in college?" I inquired.

"Just a semester." she replied. "That's where I met Sara. She told me to drop out and be her girlfriend."

"So you just quit school because she told you to?!" I demanded. "Marcy!"

"Yes, just like I'm going to live with you now, because you told me to." she replied. "I told you, I can't make these decisions on my own. I need someone to tell me what to do."

"Do you have a job?" I inquired.

"Yes. I work at a quickie mart." she said quietly, dropping her eyes.

"Do you have a car?"

"No. Sara takes- well, took me to work. I have a driver's license; just no car. I can't afford the payments. Sara takes all of my money anyway. She says it's my contribution to our relationship. I get twenty dollars a week to spend."

"What a fucking cunt!" I spat. "When was the last time you drove a car, Marcy?"

"About five years ago." she admitted. "Sara won't let me drive."

"It's a wonder that two of you could even fit into that deathtrap." I remarked. "Ever drive a stickshift?"

"Just on a dirt bike when I was a kid." she responded "Why?"

I reflected for a moment before I responded.

"Marcy," I said quietly, "get out of the car."

She looked at me with a terrified expression on her face.

"Did I upset you?!" she asked fearfully. "I didn't mean to!"

"Marcy," I said softly, "you didn't upset me. I want you to switch places with me."

"What?!" she responded incredulously. "Why? I can't drive this car!"

"Because I'm going to teach you how to drive a stick." I replied. "Now get out of the car and get in the driver's seat."

Marcy stared at me in astonishment, but exited the car anyway. We swapped places, and I looked over at her.

"I don't think I can do this." she faltered.

"You can, and you will." I stated. "When you rode a bike, you shifted by ear, right?"

Marcy nodded.

"Yes Sir," she responded, "but this is a hundred thousand dollar car!"

"It's the same principle." I said encouragingly. "Look at the gear pattern on the knob, and shift when it sounds right. Just clutch with your left foot, instead of your left hand."

Marcy took a deep breath and nodded.

"Okay," she replied, "I'll give it a shot."

"That's what I wanted to hear." I said with a smile. "Adjust your mirrors, and make damned sure there's no traffic coming when you pull out."

Marcy nodded, and gingerly put the car into first gear. She drove around the parking lot a few times to get used to the feel of everything, and then cautiously pulled onto the road.

"Listen to the engine." I instructed. "Sounds good now, right?"

She nodded.

"Shift into second. Do the same thing for third when it sounds right."

She pushed the clutch in, and shifted into second gear. It was a bit of a hard shift, as she let off the clutch a bit too quickly. I winced as my beloved Porsche bucked a bit, but I had offered to teach her to drive a manual transmission and had to deal with the consequences.

"That's okay." I said encouragingly. "You're doing fine. It'll get smoother as you get the feel for it. Hit third."

Marcy did as she was told, and this time, the shift was indeed, much smoother.

"There you go!" I complimented her. "Speed limit out here is 55, so keep it around 45 or so, until you get more comfortable, okay?"

"Yes Sir." Marcy replied. "This is great!"

"Just like a box of frosted flakes in a sports car." I said with a smile. "Tony the Tiger drives a Porsche."

She giggled in response and seemed to relax a bit, although she was still driving a bit slow for the road. I noticed a black SUV catching up to us, due to her speed, but I paid it no attention. That is, until a young deer suddenly bolted out in front of us.

"Oh shit!" I hollered. "Brake AND clutch!"

We skidded to a stop, along with the high-pitched squeal of burning rubber behind us. Thankfully, there was no impact, or the sickening sound of scrunching plastic, aluminum and cheap Chinese steel. I was relieved to say the least, but then it quickly got a bit sketchier, as the SUV immediately lit up with what seemed like thousands of flashing blue LEDs.

"Oh no!" Marcy exclaimed, as the officer exited the vehicle and approached us. "Am I in trouble? What do I do?! Oh Jack, what do I do?!"

No." I replied. "And you're not. He just hit the lights for safety reasons. Roll the window down and keep both hands on the wheel."

She looked terrified, but did as she was told. She was after all, used to being told what to do, and any guidance in a scary situation like this was more than welcome to her.

The officer approached the car and leaned into the open window. I smiled, as I knew him rather well. We were both members of a law enforcement motorcycle club, and I had known him for at least a decade.

"Are you okay, Ma'am?" he inquired professionally.

I peered around my terrified pet and addressed him.

"Hey Jeff!" I said enthusiastically.

"Hey there, Jack- I mean Commissioner." he stammered, as he recognized me. "I mean, um..."

"We're fine." I assured him. "And I really appreciate your not ramming us in the ass. I'm teaching my friend how to drive a stick, and she kind of panicked when that deer ran out in front of us. Sorry."

"Um, you're teaching her how to drive a manual transmission in a Porsche?!" he exclaimed. "Oh, never mind. No harm no foul."

"Perhaps I should drive the rest of the way." I suggested, smoothing everything over. "Marcy, let's switch back. That okay, Jeff?"

"Fine with me." he agreed. "It was a legitimate stop, and I was a bit too close. I'll talk atcha later."

Twenty minutes later, I pulled into my driveway. It was a bit overgrown on either side, as I hadn't yet cut out the redbuds that had taken over, but it also gave it a bit of a country feel, even though the house was located in one of the largest cities in the South.

"Here we are!" I said cheerfully, as I parked the car. "This is your new home, Marcy. I hope you like it."

Marcy looked around, as she exited the car. Our neighborhood had been built on an old farm, back in the 50s, and my lot was fortunate enough to have three of the local treasure trees in the back yard; presumably where an old house stood before. Thank goodness they hadn't cut those trees down when they built the house! It was mostly shaded, and a few outbuildings and overgrown areas left it completely secluded from the rest of my neighbors. I could come outside without any clothes on; without any worries of being seen. I loved the solitude, and I loved being clothes-free, but now, I had a bit of a wrench thrown into my gears. The only upside I could see at the moment, was that Marcy was that wrench, and I was fairly confident that I wielded it.

"This is so quaint" she exclaimed, as she got out of the car. "Oh Jack, this is like a slice of heaven, compared to Sara's trailer. This is my new home?"

"Yes it is." I replied, as I joined her and placed my arm around her waist. "If you want it."

She looked at me quizzically.

"I... don't understand." she faltered. "I belong to you."

"That wasn't what I said." I responded quietly. "What I said was, if you would like to live here, then I would like that, but the choice is yours. If you want to call a cab, you are free to leave. But; you will have a good home here. It's entirely up to you, so make the decision yourself."

Marcy looked at me, and then glanced around once again.

"I don't have anyplace else to go," she said quietly, "and you have offered to be my new master, so I don't have any choice."

"Yes you do." I said with a smile. "I don't own you, Marcy. You are free to leave, but if you want to stay, I will take care of you and I will tell you what to do. I will be your master. The choice is yours."

"I can't go." she replied, as tears began to stream down her cheeks. "I don't know what to do. I need you to tell me what to do. Sara always told me what to do. Please, Jack; please tell me what to do."

"Stay here with me." I responded, as I escorted her into the house. "I'll tell you what to do, Marcy."

"But what about Miss Penelope?" she inquired. "Won't she be mad?"

"Penny and I haven't discussed this yet," I explained, "but she knows that you will be a part of whatever we decide to do. Until then, you will take your orders from me, okay?"

Marcy nodded vigorously.

"Yes Sir!" she exclaimed. "Oh my god, this is my new house? I still can't believe it. My new house and my new master. Oh thank you, Jack! What would you like me to do for you?"

"First of all," I said slowly, "I want you to take your clothes off. As long as you are in this house or yard, I want you to be nude. Got it?"

"Oh yes, Sir!" Marcy agreed, as she pulled her t-shirt over her head. "I just love being nude anyway!"

She continued removing her clothes with gusto. Once she was undressed and completely nude, I nodded in approval. She was rather hirsute, but I saw the potential in her, once she trimmed everything up. Her thighs were absolutely amazing.

"You look great," I complimented her, "but you need a razor."

"Sara wanted me hairy." she explained. "What do you want me to do?"

"Shave everything except your cunt." I directed. "Trim that down, and leave a nicely trimmed bush. Furry in the front and bald in the back. I don't want to fuck any stubble."

Marcy nodded submissively.

"Yes Sir. Please direct me to your shower, so that I may shave for you." she said obediently.

"Not yet." I responded. "Come out on the patio, and use my trimmer to get rid of most of it first. I'll hose it off later. Then, you can trim everything else up in the shower. Shave your pits and your legs out here. That will get rid of most of your hair without clogging my drain. Then, you can make everything nice and smooth, except your cunt, got it?"

Marcy followed me back onto the patio, and began shaving a lot of hair from her body. Within a few minutes, she looked entirely different, and I was beginning to get aroused. She looked really cute, and those glasses were really adding to her look.

"Good Girl." I complimented her. "Now finish it all up in the shower. I want to fuck you, Marcy. When was the last time you had any dick?"

"Since I met Sara." she admitted. "I miss getting fucked by a real dick though. I know I'm a lesbian, but I like dick too. I miss sucking it. Am I weird?"

"Not at all." I assured her. "You're perfectly normal. I'll teach you how to fuck a man. You can enjoy both men and women if you want."

"I want that!" she exclaimed. "And I want to eat out that pretty lady from the restaurant too. Oh Jack, I want to be both of your mistresses."

"Shower up and shave," I said hoarsely, "so that I can fuck you and remind you of what you've been missing all of these years."

Fifteen minutes later, Marcy emerged from the shower, looking absolutely enthralling. Her legs were smooth and shiny; her armpits devoid of hair as well, and her once ragged muff had been groomed into a thick, but well-trimmed and very inviting bush. I couldn't help but stare, as my dick began to rise.

"You look so fucking hot!" I exclaimed. "Oh my god, I want to fuck you so badly!"

"I'm yours." Marcy replied. "Just tell me what to do."

My thoughts suddenly changed, and I gave her a most unexpected directive.

"Suck my dick and swallow." I instructed. "I want to cum in your mouth. I'll fuck you later, but right now, I just want to cum in your mouth."

"Yes Sir." Marcy acknowledged. "I miss the taste of of a man's cum. I want to suck your dick, and swallow all of it."

"Then do it!" I ordered. "I want a blowjob so bad, Marcy. Suck my dick and make me cum in your mouth."

Her mouth engulfed my cock, sliding her soft lips up and down the shaft of my penis. It had been so long, and it felt so wonderful! Her tongue teased my frenulum, and I sighed blissfully as I ejaculated inside of her mouth.

"Oh my god, Marcy!" I exclaimed. "That felt so fucking good! I want that at least once a day!"

"Yes Sir." she replied respectfully. "I will do anything you want me to. If that pleases you, then I will gladly do it for you."

"I want you to be my whore," I continued, "and I want you to be Penny's whore too, if she wants it. She's a bit of a prude I think, but if she's open to being eaten out by another woman, then I want it to be with you."

"I'd love to be your mistress." Marcy confided. "For both of you. I'd love for Miss Penelope to tell me what to do too. Can I be both of your whores?"

"Of course." I assured her. "If that's what she wants."

"What if she doesn't me though?" Marcy wailed. "What will I do then?"

"You are my pet," I explained, "and any other woman I happen to be with from here on out will have to understand that. You will not be in a position to speak up to her, but you will still come first. Do you understand what I am telling you?"

Marcy nodded.

"Yes Sir." she replied, dropping her head submissively. "And I accept. I want to please both of you, if you will let me."

As if on cue, my phone buzzed with an incoming text message.

"Hi Jack, it's Penny. I wanted to thank you so much for standing up for me today." it read.

"You're welcome." I texted back. "I hope I wasn't too forward."

"Oh no! You were great!" she responded. "I thought about what you said, and I'd really like to see you again. Your lady friend too."

My heart raced at the message.

"Are you ready?" I inquired. "It would be a big step for you."

"I'm ready." she replied. "I've been looking for both of you for most of my adult life. It's always been one or the other. I just never met you both at the same time, before."

I glanced over at Marcy.

"Do you like steak?" I queried.

She nodded in reply.

"Yes, but I haven't had it in so long." she sighed. "Sara was Vegan. I miss meat."

"I could tell that from the blowjob you just gave me," I responded with a chuckle, "and as for eating steak, you're going to have it again tomorrow."

"We'd love to have you over tomorrow for a grilled steak-out." I texted back to Penny. "It would be a relaxing atmosphere to get to know each other."

"Oh yes!" she replied excitedly. "I'd like that. Where and when?"

"My house. My addy is in the system. Eat around 3, but come any time after 9."

"May I bring anything?"

"Just yourself." I responded lightly. "It's a secluded lot, so you can dress casually."

"How secluded?"

"Secluded enough to dress as casually as you want." I explained.

"Ok. C U then." she texted back. "I think I'll be feeling VERY casual, though."

"Can't wait."

"Me neither."

Several minutes crept by, and I had a sudden urge to send a follow-up message. Like the kind you get after ingesting funny things, and lose all inhibition.

"Bring an overnite bag if you want." I typed.

I held my breath and hit the send button. There it was! On its way and no way to stop it. An agonizing minute crept by, before I got a reply.

"OK. XOXO."

"Flyin' A!" I muttered excitedly.

"Good news, Sir?" Marcy inquired.

I turned to her and smiled.

"Yes." I replied. "Miss Penelope will be joining us for the weekend. This is going to be when we decide if this all works out or not, so I want you to do everything you can, to bring this woman into our lives, okay?"

"Oh yes, Sir!" she responded with a huge grin. "I've had five years of nothing but putting my tongue inside Sara's cunt, so I think it's strong enough to keep her happy all weekend long without getting tired, if you want."

"I want." I replied. "Do you?"

Marcy smiled, and nodded happily.

"Oh, yes Sir!" she repeated exuberantly. "I think that I would be very happy with both of you in my life."

"Well then," I said with a smile, "let's both do our best to make all of that happens then, shall we?"