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Problem Child By: Phil Phantom HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com
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 a 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 applied to her daughter, but
gradually came to see a bitch, an ungrateful bitch, a stubborn bitch, a
rude bitch, and a prude bitch. Of all those bitches, prude 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 bitch, but dumb blonde bitch fit her like a
glove.
Shelly was and always had been a problem child, but she was never as big
a problem as after Buck moved into the picture. 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 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 asshole, but there was more to
Shelly, and she was still feeding Sugarbear from the table, and 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 of half the fun.
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 bither him a bot. 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 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 you 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
Read other stories by the same author by visiting Phantom Base at
HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com
CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in unsafe sex
practices that involve any exchange of body fluid, even contact with open
sores or small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, bestial sex,
body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are the stuff of
fantasy and are offered to promote the only safe sex there is -
masturbation. Before you try anything, find out what the risks and hazards
are because they can all be deadly. Read, enjoy, and remember - sex with
minors should be left to other minors. PP
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