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Archive name: problem.txt (MF/dog/f-teen, ped, voy)
Authors name: Phil Phantom (pp@philphantom.com)
Story title : Problem Child

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Problem Child (MF/dog/f-teen, ped, voy)
By: Phil Phantom (PP@PhilPhantom.Com)
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***
Beverly marries a studly man after years of being with
a wet noodle of a man. Her daughter hates the guy 
imediately, and turmoil rains supreme. Then Beverly 
comes up with a way to sway her problem child.
***

When Beverly remarried, she was happy with the catch. 
Buck was no Romeo, certainly no gentleman, but he was a 
good man, a fun man, a frisky man, and a hard man much 
of the time. A good man is hard to find and a hard man 
is good to find. She found one and married him over her 
fourteen-year-old daughter's strong objections. There 
was just something about him that Shelly didn't like. 
Beverly knew that Buck's biggest shortcoming was that 
he wasn't her daddy. With Beverly, that was his 
longcoming, plus the fact that he was long and cumming 
with him was easy. Buck was, if nothing else, a great 
fuck, but you can't tell a daughter that, or that her 
daddy couldn't. You could, but you'd look like a slut.

For the first two weeks, Buck tried like hell to win 
the little girl's heart. She did everything but spit in 
his face. Over the course of another two weeks, he 
simply tried to get along with her, and she did spit in 
his face. After that, he totally ignored her and she 
him. They talked to each other through Beverly, as in, 
"Will you tell your dumb husband to get his smelly feet 
out of my way." Or "Would you tell your little bitch to 
go sit where feet won't be in her way."

This bickering bullshit went on all through the second 
month, and Beverly used to cringe at the term bitch 
when applied to her daughter, but gradually came to see 
a bitch, an ungrateful bitch, a stubborn bitch, a rude 
bitch, and a prudish bitch. Of all those bitches, 
prudish bitch was what frosted Beverly's knickers the 
most, because prude was the last thing Shelly was until 
she decided to be one. You couldn't get her to wear 
panties except to school, and she had the disgusting 
habit of getting food on her fingers at the supper 
table, then playing with her pussy to get the dog to 
lick her.

She got away with doing that when her father was the 
man of the house, because he thought that disgusting 
behavior was cute. He thought everything she did was 
cute, and if she did it with her cute pussy, that was 
even cuter. He loved watching the poodle lick her, and 
a fingerful of peanut butter was the best way to keep 
Frank amused through commercials. The best part was 
watching her smear creamy peanut butter inside the lips 
and push some up the hole. That was real cute, 
precious, and if she was nude and did her asshole too, 
absolutely adorable.

Beverly tolerated that behavior until she could no 
longer tolerate Frank. With him out, Beverly tried to 
curb that cute shit, though she couldn't stop it. The 
peanut butter jar could always be found in Shelly's 
room. Eventually, Beverly bought one jar for the 
pantry. She also fought a running battle to stop 
feeding Sugarbear at the table, but Shelly was so 
sneaky. The look on her face usually gave her away, and 
a peek under the table told the disgusting tale. Shelly 
a prude? That was a laugh.

If Shelly was after a sexual molesting from her father, 
and Beverly was sure she had been and still was on 
visitation weekends, she was barking up the wrong man. 
That limp dick couldn't molest a child on a dare from 
the Pope. If he could get it up, he didn't have enough 
dick to put a smile on her face. A finger with peanut 
butter had to feel better than Frank on his best day. 
Buck was a daddy that could do the job right, and all 
it would take to get him fired up is a wink and a 
smile. That man could put enough penile iron up a 
girl's twat to curl her toes and make her yodel and 
still have plenty left over for a wife.

That was one of the considerations in Buck's favor. 
Beverly was thinking of Shelly and Shelly's needs. She 
needed to stop messing around with dogs, and Beverly 
was fairly certain the messing went way beyond licking. 
That dog was way too affectionate and easily aroused. A 
hard man would be good for Shelly to find. Here she had 
the best living under her roof and she spits in his 
face then takes the dog to her room. Bitch was a very 
good handle for that little bitch, but dumb blonde 
bitch fit her like a glove, her mother thought.

 Beverly never did tell Buck about Shelly, or the real 
Shelly, or how right he was when he called her a bitch, 
but he was catching on by being observant. Right away, 
he picked up on there being something awfully strange 
about the way Shelly and Sugarbear interacted.

She still wasn't wearing panties at home, which might 
have gone undetected if the dog weren't so obsessed 
with her pussy and knew exactly where it was. If that 
didn't tip Buck off, her habit of mooning him when he 
upset her certainly did, and no girl can moon a guy 
like Shelly can. She bends low, grabs both cheeks low, 
and pulls them hard. Had she ever mooned her father, 
she might have gotten her adorable ass fucked. Getting 
her to offer a good moon was as easy as upsetting her.

Buck was no idiot. He knew Shelly and her dog were 
lovers, and he knew she loved showing a man her pussy 
along with her asshole. Shelly was still feeding 
Sugarbear from the table, but she wasn't as sly as she 
thought she was. Beverly stopped correcting Shelly's 
table behavior, because she wanted her to get careless 
and tip Buck off to that bit of nastiness, too. He 
needed to see that for himself to get the full picture, 
and she'd give it to him if left to her own devices, 
for doing it where she could be seen doing it was half 
the fun for her. Getting caught was half the fun for 
the teenager.

Beverly could have told Buck that she wanted Shelly to 
get a good sexual molesting, but she didn't for the 
same reason she didn't tell Shelly why she traded in 
daddies. Beverly didn't want to look like a slut in 
Shelly's eyes or a pervert in Buck's, so the two were 
left to discover each other on their own. Shelly was 
making that difficult by being snotty and acting the 
prude. Buck wasn't being himself either. He was playing 
the polite gentleman who wouldn't dream of molesting a 
child. After two months, they were both having 
difficulty propping up their pretenses.

For her part, Shelly looked ridiculous, acting the 
prude while offering the kind of moons she offered. 
Buck looked just as ridiculous acting like a Shelly 
moon didn't bother him a bit. Those harvest moons 
killed him and thrilled the piss out of her. Add to 
that, the way she carried on with a horny dog, and him 
acting like that was typical behavior for a girl and a 
poodle - well, you had two idiots dancing around the 
obvious and not speaking to each other or getting 
anywhere.

Beverly drew hope from the fact that each was beginning 
to catch on and weaken. Buck knew about the peanut 
butter in her room. He quickly surmised the purpose of 
the peanut butter, but never said anything to Shelly, 
and he never teased her about the dog getting off on 
her leg or pestering her for pussy. He didn't want to 
embarrass her or inhibit her. What she did with the dog 
was fine with Buck. He once joked that he should barge 
into her room, stick his hard cock in her jar, then 
say, "Here, try using this." He was joking, but he was 
serious if his joke got a laugh. His joke did get a 
laugh. That was the kind of man he was, the kind Shelly 
needed, but she couldn't appreciate that because he 
wasn't her Daddy.

After a month of them not talking, or sniping at each 
other through her, Beverly had just about had enough 
when Buck did something totally unexpected that ended 
their communication strike. He must have seen Shelly 
bring food to her lap, then sit there with that look 
she gets. He figured it out. He took his last bit of 
roast beef, covered it with gravy, then held it out to 
Shelly on his fork, saying, "Here's some roast beef for 
your pussy...go ahead...take it."

Shelly sat there looking at it, looking busted while 
looking at it, thought about what to do, and possibly 
because Buck seemed sincere and wasn't mocking her, she 
gingerly took the meat from his fork tines with fingers 
and brought that sloppy treat between her legs where 
she smeared the gravy in the lips then stuffed the meat 
up her hole. Because her mom didn't say anything, she 
once again enjoyed a dinnertime activity, as she hadn't 
been able to in almost two years. She was able to 
openly savor the sensation, which was something like a 
long, easy orgasm. When the dog got his meat treat and 
finished with the licking, she looked so relieved and 
refreshed. She looked to Buck with smiling eyes and 
softly said, "Thank you, Buck."

That was the first smile Buck got from her, certainly 
the first thank you, and those were the first words 
spoken to him in a month. That meant the world to him. 
He smiled back very warmly and said, "You are most 
welcome, Shelly."

That meant a lot to her. She placed her lower lip in 
teeth and smiled impishly like she used to do for her 
father. Buck used a piece of bread to sop up the gravy 
on his plate, then extended that to her on the fork. 
After looking to her mother to see that it was okay and 
seeing her warm smile, Shelly took the treat and this 
time made a production out of the preparation the way 
she used to do for her father. She leaned back in her 
seat, brought her feet to the corner edges, and moved 
her skirt up to her middle. With her knees laid flat 
out to the sides, she swabbed a wide beaver, getting 
the gravy all over and inside the lips before stuffing 
the bread up the hole using two fingers.

Just as her father used to do, Buck leaned left so that 
he could see everything. That didn't bother her in the 
least because she was hoping he would. She was giving 
Buck his first good front look at her pussy and was 
thrilled that he took such a keen interest, because he 
didn't seem at all interested in the rear view. After 
she got the bread well stuffed and the dog was licking, 
he said, "I knew a sharp girl like you would find a 
novel way to feed a dog from the dinner table."

While gripping her inner thighs in heavenly bliss, 
staring at the dog licking pussy, she said, "This is 
the only way."

"I think it's a beautiful way with a beautiful pussy on 
a beautiful girl. It's just plain beautiful, and 
Sugarbear is one very lucky dog to get his meals served 
to him out of such a lovely pussy."

That silver tongue may as well been up her snatch. She 
gave him a big smile and said, "If you like this, you 
should see him eat peanut butter out of my pussy. I'll 
show you if you want. I'm not shy."

"I can see that, and I'd love to see that."

"I'll get naked if you want. That's even better."

"I was going to suggest that, but I'll be honest - I 
just wanted to see you naked, because I'm dying to see 
your tits."

"That's okay. I don't mind if you see me naked, and I'd 
love to show you my tits. I like the honesty, so I'll 
show them to you, now."

She quickly got her blouse and bra off, then offered up 
her mini-hooters, a lovely set that she was very proud 
of. She could see he liked them. He said, "Damn, I knew 
you'd have a great set, but those are drop-dead 
gorgeous titties that go perfect with that sexy blonde 
pussy of yours."

"Do you really like them?"

"If you like honesty, then I must tell you, this is 
making my dick hard."

Now, that was something her father never did, make any 
reference to his dick, and he could never make 
reference to a hard dick. He couldn't get a hard dick 
if she sucked on it. Her reaction was immediate and 
profound as she said with wide eyes, "Really! Can I see 
it?"

After getting a nod from Beverly, Buck got up and freed 
his wonder worm right before her very eyes. That may 
have been her first look at a real hard cock, a man's 
cock, and what she saw being stroked before her face 
was the true evidence of a man's desire. She was very 
impressed. She looked to him with that impish look of 
hers and said, "It sure is a big one. You must like 
seeing this a lot."

"I do, but it might get harder when I see you feed 
peanut butter to your dog."

"Wow, it looks pretty hard now. Can I feel how hard it 
is?"

After looking to Beverly and getting her nod, he said, 
"Be my guest."

Shelly saw both nods. She half expected one but not the 
other. Shelly wasn't about to look a gift dick in the 
weeping eye. She took him in both hands and you would 
think she held the staff of life. She found something 
to take her mind off the dog while he was doing his 
thing, and that spoke volumes for the power of the 
prick. Shelly held in her hands what was missing in her 
life, but suddenly realized it wasn't hers - it was her 
mom's. She looked to her mom and said, "I love your 
husband's dick. I hope you don't mind if I love it."

Beverly smiled and said, "If this is what it takes to 
see the two of you getting along, I don't mind one 
bit."

Shelly said, "All you had to do was bring him to me by 
the dick and say, 'Look what I brought you. We're 
getting married.' We would have gotten along great 
right from the start. "I would have leapt into his 
arms, hugged his neck, and cried, 'DADDY! You got me a 
new daddy! One with a dick this time.'"

They all had a good laugh, then Beverly said, "I see 
that, now, but hindsight is always twenty-twenty."

Buck said, "Do you think a dick might work better for 
packing peanut butter in a pussy?"

Beverly expected that, but Shelly thought that was the 
brightest idea she'd ever heard. With eyes as wide as 
saucers, she cried, "WOW! I'll say! What a perfect 
pussy packer. I could really get my pussy packed with a 
pecker packer like this. [Looking to her mom] Could I - 
use his dick - pack my pussy with it - please! - pretty 
please!"

"Honey, you two can't get too close to suit me, so pack 
away."

"Oh wow, thanks. Can we get so close that our pubic 
hairs get all tangled up?"

"If I see that's about to happen, I'll place a big wad 
of chewing gum between you. I think you two need to be 
locked up like a couple of dogs for a while. I think 
you need to learn that people are better than pooches."

"Well get some gum and start chewing, because I'm going 
to fuck your husband. When I get his cock in my cunt, I 
don't want him going anywhere until I'm through with 
him. If he's better than Sugarbear, I'll find out, and 
if he is better than Sugarbear, you are going to have a 
problem child."

Beverly wearing a big smile, got up, came over, and 
knelt on Shelly's other side. She placed one arm around 
Shelly's shoulder and placed a hand in her crotch where 
a dog licked between the fingers. She kissed Shelly on 
the forehead, then said, "Sweetheart, you have never 
been a problem child, and I can't see that you ever 
will. There's plenty of Buck for both of us, and there 
is always Sugarbear for those times when we feel 
neglected. I think we are going to do just fine. 
Shelly, I have always wondered and been curious. You 
seem to have answered my question, but tell me, 
daughter to mother, how is Sugarbear in the sack?"

"Beats fingers, and fingers can get tired."

After saying that, Shelly pulled the dick to her mouth 
and opened wide. Beverly slipped her the finger while 
saying, "That's good enough for me. [Looking up to 
Buck] While you get better acquainted with your 
daughter, I'm going to get to know Sugarbear if that's 
all right with you."

"Baby, there were three things I couldn't figure a good 
way to break to you. One was, I gotta fuck your sexy 
daughter. The other was, I want a wife that ain't too 
proud to fuck a dog. The third I'm too ashamed to 
admit."

"I ain't proud," She teased, "Look what I married."

He smiled big and gave her a friendly bop on the head, 
then teased, "All I can say is it's a good thing you 
had a sexy daughter to sweeten the deal or you'd still 
be crawling from barstool to barstool begging drinks 
and getting pissed on."

That was a good tease that Shelly took seriously. She 
took her mouth off the dick, looked to her mom, and 
said, "They pissed on you while you were begging for a 
drink!"

Beverly looked to Buck and said, "I told you she was a 
natural blonde.
Do you believe me, now?"

"I believed you the first time she mooned me with no 
panties on. I said to myself, that there is a natural 
blonde."

Shelly said, "For your information, Mr. Big-Dick, I 
only mooned you to show you my pussy, and I showed you 
my pussy to make you suffer. Now, stop avoiding the 
question. Did you guys actually piss on my mom while 
she was begging for a drink? I don't care if you did. I 
just want to know."

Buck was about to tell her the truth and greatly 
disappoint her, so Beverly halted him, saying, "Let me, 
Buck...Shelly, I'm afraid it's true. They were very 
mean to me. Not only did they piss on me, they jacked 
off in my face and gang banged me on the pool table, 
but I kept coming back for more until Buck took pity on 
me and married me. Now, you know the awful truth. Buck 
saved me, but I had to offer him my sexy, natural 
blonde daughter and show him a picture. I'm not proud."

Shelly heard that and then devoured the cock. Buck and 
Beverly exchanged smiles. She was still a dumb blonde 
bitch, but she was a dumb blonde bitch they could work 
with, have fun with, and that pussy was looking and 
feeling better all the time, until Beverly thought, 
"Why not," and joined the dog in licking it.

That got Shelly's mouth off the dick and her bug eyes 
into her crotch as she said to Buck, "She sure isn't 
proud, is she?"

"No, and that was the third thing I couldn't figure out 
how to ask for."

Shelly said, "I know what you mean. I couldn't either, 
but it looks like we don't have to ask. I think she 
likes pussy. Either that or she's nuts about gravy."

It was all Beverly could do not to laugh with a clit in 
her mouth and a dog licking her lips. Buck didn't have 
that problem. He laughed but stopped when Shelly got 
the dick back in her mouth.

Buck and Beverly now knew that everything would work 
out just fine. All they had to do was keep the girl 
amused. That was as easy as getting a hardon for Buck, 
and all Beverly had to do was swallow her pride. An 
impossible problem child turned out to be that simple - 
no problem.

The End

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