**Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.
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Kurt left Hunter’s Cabin, embarrassed at the large wet spot on the front of his work trousers. Hunter Davis, the proprietor of Hunter’s cabin had shown Kurt a pornographic video that one of his dancers had made for the club. Even though much of the dancer’s flesh wasn’t visible; the dancer was obscured by black light, the dancer had performed oral sex on a massive dildo. That much was visible as Kurt watched the video in open-mouthed astonishment.
Hunter’s Cabin was a Gentlemen’s Club that served some of the best pulled pork and brisket barbeque sandwiches in Myndee, Arkansas. Monday through Thursday, Kurt delivered sixty plain jumbo sized hamburger buns. On Friday, they ordered and received one hundred and eight buns; Spuntzin’s Bakery didn’t deliver on Saturdays.
“My goodness,” Kurt sighed as he got into his Spuntzin’s Bakery truck.
He would love to buy his Hunter’s License, come in after finishing his deliveries for Spuntzin Bakery. He would love to sit and enjoy a pulled pork sandwich served on a Spuntzin bun, enjoy an ice cold Gratchley’s beer and ogle the nude flesh on display. But Donna, Kurt’s wife of nine years would never allow Kurt to ‘waste’ their money like that.
“Uh huh, but that gym membership; when’s last time your fat ass been in Veronica’s?” Kurt muttered.
Kurt’s paychecks went to their mortgage, their automobile payments, insurance. Donna’s paychecks went to utilities, groceries, other incidentals and essentials. And, it seemed, whatever Kurt wanted, wasn’t essential. Such as a Hunter’s License, a membership to the Gentlemen’s Club.
Kurt and Donna had met at one of Chad-O’s backyard parties. Chad Susskins liked young pussy and his parties usually had a gaggle of high school cuties frolicking about in skimpy bikinis. So when a very drunk Donna Meyers staggered up to the twenty seven year old Kurt Schnauder, the very first thing Kurt did was determine that Donna was eighteen years old. The second thing he did was wait until she was sober enough to consent. She was sober enough and did consent the very next evening and enthusiastically rode Kurt’s cock while Kurt mauled her 34D breasts.
They continued to date; Donna’s dad Bob Meyers boisterously objected to his eighteen year old daughter running around with a twenty seven year old man. Her father’s disapproval just made Donna all the more eager to continue fucking Kurt Schnauder.
“I’m fucking knocked up, you God damned ass hole,” Donna tearfully declared two months after they’d begun dating.
Two weeks after their hurried wedding, Donna tearfully confessed she’d lost the baby. At that moment, Kurt had briefly considered having their marriage annulled, then decided, pregnant or not, he had promised to love, honor and cherish Donna Francine Meyers. And, through her tears, Donna did promise they would have many children.
So he stayed. He also encouraged Donna to further her education. Opportunities for a high school graduate weren’t plentiful.
Samuel Connor Community College in Gratchley’s Arkansas had curriculums for students to earn Associate’s Degrees in various studies. Should the student so desire, their credits from SC Community College could be transferred to Myndee University for a four year, or Bachelor’s Degree. Donna opted to attend SC Community College and get an Associate’s Degree in Accounting. Bob’s feelings toward his son in law had mellowed somewhat, especially since Kurt was the one paying for Donna to go to college.
Clarkston County hired the attractive twenty year old Donna Schnauder to work in the county government budget office. The pay was slightly less than she would have made in a private practice, but the benefits were tremendous.
“And I get off for Martin Luther King’s birthday, oh, and President’s Day and…” Donna crowed as she showed Kurt the employment packet.
“Uh huh, and can use those days to maybe clean up a bit?” Kurt asked, half-joking.
“What? Apartment’s not dirty,” Donna said.
“Donna, other day, I saw a dust bunny chasing a mouse,” Kurt said.
“Then you clean it,” Donna snapped. “You’re the one gets home at two o’clock.”
“I’m the one leaves at four thirty,” Kurt responded. “Quit acting like you the only one working around here.”
Benefits or not, Donna was incensed to find out she would be dropped from Kurt’s insurance and would have to get her own. Even Kurt pointing out that, because of certain policies enacted through the Affordable Health Care Act, if she had the option to obtain private health care but did not, then there would be a hefty penalty assessed against her when it came time to file Federal Taxes did not curb Donna’s bitterness. It took Melinda Meyers, Donna’s mother to diffuse that situation. Kurt bit his tongue; her mother simply repeated Kurt’s words. But somehow, hearing it from her mother made the truth more palatable to Donna.
Kurt said nothing, but did rankle at his wife’s refusal to listen to logic, unless it was one of her parents that pointed the logic out to her. He shook his head; in many ways, his wife was still attached to the umbilical cord. Marriage should have severed the ties, but apparently it had not fully cut the connection.
After his stop at Hunter’s Cabin, Kurt went on to his next stop. The client pointed out the dark splotch on Kurt’s crotch and Kurt said he’d spilled some coffee on himself. He was sure his hot blush told that store’s manager a different story, but the woman didn’t say anything.
Kurt finished that day’s deliveries and returned to Spuntzin’s Bakery. Parking his truck, Kurt went into the office with all of his signed invoices. Matt, Ronnie Spuntzin’s son smiled and greeted Kurt.
Ronnie Spuntzin had hired Kurt to clean up the offices and the bakery itself when Kurt was seventeen years old. As soon as Kurt graduated from high school, Ronnie hired Kurt on as a full-time employee. After Ronnie’s short battle with cancer, Matt relied heavily on Kurt’s assistance in learning the ropes of running a successful business.
“Next week? We’re adding the Valentine’s Day doughnuts,” Matt reminded Kurt as Kurt completed filling out his projected deliveries for the following day.
“I’ll let Setters and Schiff know. Cherry and chocolate again?” Kurt asked.
“Yes sir! With the pink icing,” Matt agreed.
Pulling up to his home, Kurt saw Nadia Nichols, their tenant lugging her laundry bag up the flight of metal stairs next to their garage. The short girl had waist length brown hair, soulful brown eyes, a chunky butt perched on top of stocky legs. Her button nose and small mouth just added to her cute face. Her pregnancy was beginning to show; her belly stuck out past her adorable cupcake sized titties in the snug sweaters she wore. Kurt developed an embarrassing erection whenever he saw her.
“Hey Nadia, how’s it going?” Kurt called out.
Nadia had a breathy little girl voice. Kurt listened as Nadia complained about the laundry-mat five blocks away and silently cursed Donna for not letting their tenant use their washing machine and dryer. He also silently tried to mentally will his erection down as both Nadia’s voice and her pregnancy fueled his lustful imagination.
“Listen, uh, Valentine’s Day is this Sunday; Ms. Donna and me? We’ll actually be going out and celebrating on Saturday; you got any idea how many places ain’t open on Sundays?” Kurt said.
“Mr. Kurt, it’s freezing out here and I’m ’bout pee on myself,” Nadia cut into his monologue.
“Huh? Oh! Sorry; yeah, when I get going,” Kurt agreed. Anyway, I need a place to hide her stuff; Donna will tear the house apart looking for it. Can I hide it in your apartment?
“Oh, absolutely,” Nadia agreed then scampered into her apartment.
“God damn, would just love to tear…” Kurt mumbled, walking back down the stairs.
Nadia worked at one of the Burns & Burns Grocers grocery store on Kurt’s route. Bobby Setters, the general manager had been the one to approach Kurt about his garage apartment.
Looking at the cute eighteen year old girl, Kurt agreed that the apartment was available. Hearing the girl’s story, Kurt decided he’d not charge her the security deposit.
According to Bobby, Nadia had grown up in a succession of foster homes and the various apartments and rusted trailers that her meth-addicted mother bounced around in. Myndee University offered the girl a ‘Hardship’ scholarship and she moved from DeGarde, Louisiana to Myndee, Arkansas.
Overwhelmed and isolated, the naïve girl had struggled mightily to overcome years of conditioning to fail, to no avail. This situation coupled with her upbringing made the four foot eleven inch cutie susceptible to the false words of Jason James Ulbrithe. She eagerly spread her chubby thighs for her new boyfriend and screamed out as he tore her hymen with one brutal thrust.
“Thanks for the piece of ass, bitch,” Jason laughed, wiping his sticky cock with her frayed gray-white panties. “See ya!”
Disillusioned, Nadia dropped out of college. A kindly pastor gave Nadia a hot shower, a filling meal, and a bed to sleep in. One of the volunteers of Reverend Dimbel put Nadia in touch with Bobby Setters, getting her the job at the grocery store. Then Reverend Dimbel gently informed Nadia that he needed the bed for another wretched soul; she needed to move on.
Friday, February 12th, Nadia smiled as she opened the door for Kurt Schnauder. Kurt felt his cock stiffen at the sight of her ‘lounging’ outfit of snug tee shirt and gray flannel shorts. The tee shirt advertised 92.9 K.I.T.N., a local radio station. The material was thin and Kurt could see the dark shadows of Nadia’s half-dollar sized areolae through the tee shirt. Her slight paunch was visible; the hem of the tee shirt rolled up over her pregnant belly. He saw Nadia’s nipples constrict and harden when the chilly air hit her.
When Nadia turned to give him room to enter her apartment, Kurt saw the bottom halves of her full buttocks peeking from the bottom of her shorts. Kurt was glad his hands were full; he didn’t know if he’d be able to resist squeezing and fondling those delectable hillocks of flesh.