I'd Make You My Wings In The Foothills Of Montana

I'd Make You My Wings In The Foothills Of Montana I'd Make You My Wings In The Foothills Of Montana

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

A rebellious teenage son is sent to Montana for rehabilitation. Left on a dull remote ranch with his grand parents, a surprise arrives during a wild lightning storm.

Summary

A rebellious teenage son is sent to Montana for rehabilitation. Left on a dull remote ranch with his grand parents, a surprise arrives during a wild lightning storm.

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Submitted: May 30, 2011

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Submitted: May 30, 2011

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The Honda bounced in the way that breeds car nausea. The windows were rolled down to let in the fresh country air and a sampling of dust that already gently coated the flanks of the Honda. Jack diligently steadied his hands to draw line by line pausing in between the big rocks on the grooved dirt road. The blue fifty-cent-7-11-pen draw deep lines into the back of the passenger seat. The upholstery was a light gray smooth shorthaired fabric. The blue lines pressed indentations and looked like a tattoo.
 
Jack chronicled his life: The worn out rocker with the coke bottle black glasses that had promised Jack’s friend 10 minutes on stage, the long blond hair down the back of the swim team girl that he adored, and the knee length slacks that were popular with the kids these days.
 
Jack’s mother in the front passenger seat chipped happily: “We passed the last check point on our route. It’s so good to be out of Chicago.” She wore her JC Penny sweats and colorful blouse proudly despite the worn colors and saggy cut after only a handful of washes.
 
Jack’s father nodded with approval: “Son, you may be 18 years old. However, grand pap’s will make you a man.” Father’s hand reached back to squeeze Jack’s knee with rough manly friendliness. Jack shook of the hand with whole body disgust. Jack’s father looked a lot like Burt Reynolds – a black mustache and oily feeling about him. He wore standard blue jeans and a white short sleeve shirt that made him look like a stamped out standard.
 
A herd of horses ran along their car in cheery exuberance. The sunlight glistened on their healthy coats. Their manes and tails were flying in the air. They had white spots on their hooves. Their heads were held high and shook with happiness. The remote Montana backcountry had no fences. Endless thick green and deep grass stretched out in the plane. The foothills provided a border in the distance. The horses turned their galloping to the side to disappear deep into the wild grassland. The wind shook the tall bendable grass helms in large waves.
 
The hours drew on. Everyone was silent. Jack was completely engorged in developing his mural on the back seat. Father had given up disciplining him. Father was happily alert at the wheel. He loved dodging the big round rocks. When the tire grooves grew too deep, he gladly slithered the car offset onto the grassy center. Mother proudly held the trip description in her hand. The thumb marked the current position. Her eyes scanned for government markers: “5WNZ69, make a left!” The car softly slid sideways in the turn. Father and mother had found a happy medium, where father could be a little bit of a backcountry alcohol runner. And, she shut up her shrieks in exchange for his moderation.
 
After hours of open grassland, the car entered a grove of trees – dead end. At the end was a rough old cabin. The timber wood had been bleached bright from age. The front porch was low. A big fat old woman sat on the bench in front of it. She wore a large white dress with peasant-style-drawn flowers on it. Her gray hair was neatly tugged into a bun. When she stood up to see the approach car, her ample breasts heaved from the strain of standing up. The big, black slippers shuffled a few steps forward. Her big farmer hands wrung together in sincere anticipation. This was grams.
 
The Honda slowed down. The big dust plumb trailing it caught up and layered itself on the passengers’ skin. The dust felt rough and dry. Slowly pulling up to grams the car stopped. The passengers climbed out with stiff limbs. Gramps appeared in the door way with his walking cane. The cane was a beautiful lacquered black stick. He was scrawny with intend eyes.
 
Mother spoke flustered polite nothings to grams. Father got Jack’s bag out of the trunk and dropped it onto the porch away from the dusty dirt. Jack stood there like a rebellious lamb in silence. His punk skateboarding shoes looked out of place among the old fashioned folks. His styled and gelled black hair had long collected dust to look worn out. His hip t-shirt would not be understood by anybody here.
 
“It is so good to see you grams and gramps. We are so happy that you will take Jack, because he has fallen in with the wrong crowd in Chicago. He needs to be rehabilitated by country living. I wish that we could stay. However, we have to drive back to make it on time to our Monday morning shift,” said mother. With another kiss on grams cheek, mother and father drove off waving out of the car window.
 
“You have become a beautiful young man, Jack,” said grams. Her smile lighted up with old fashioned love.
 
“You have gotten old and fat,” replied Jack.
 
Grams smile got stuck and helpless exasperation painted on her mum face. Gramps raised his cane and shouted: “Young man, you are not coming under my roof. Have fun sleeping with the coyotes.”
 
“I wouldn’t have any of this Nazi concentration camp anyway. This is bullshit,” replied Jack with a red head.
 
“Oh, Jack, you don’t know what you are saying. Your parents only mean the best for you by brining you to live with us,” tried to help grams.
 
“They never asked me what I wanted. We were going to have our first gig as a band this weekend. We worked so hard to make it there,” cried Jack.
 
“That’s not music. That’s noise,” bellowed gramps.
 
“Have some food! Your empty stomach must be putting that yarn into your head. You will love it hear. We have beautiful nature all around the ranch house,” invited grams.
 
“That filthy man is not putting a single step into my house,” demanded gramps with flying spit.
 
“Gramps, this is your grand son. Don’t be such a mean old man,” said grams, while hugging Jack from the side and pushing his face against her humongous boob that was the size of his head. The old man conceded the two entering, yet broiled a deeply angry face with tense muscles all over his body.
 
The inside of the cabin was one large room. The sink and stove were on one end. A variety of towels, jars and pots filled the counters. Tables and chairs from thick unfinished wood stood in the middle. Single person beds were along the wall on the other side. Only four square windows let sun enter into the room. The exposed wooden beams hung heavy in the air.
 
Dinner consisted of a hearty, meaty soup and big hunks of home baked white bread. Gramps was silent. Grams patted Jack’s hand occasionally in some kind of reassurance. The contrast of his skinny wrist and lean body to her flabby, big hand was striking. Grams shuffled with big steps to the kitchen counter to fetch and return food. Her big weight required her to walk in a way, where she would pivot around each leg in a round about way.
 
Night fell swiftly. With the next breath, grams was in her sleeping gown, a giant cotton dress. Gramps was in a white wife beater shirt with blue pajama pants. They turned on their back with the next breath. They slept each in their own bed along the wall.
 
Without electricity, the cabin was dark. As much as the until-sunrise partying youngster tried to rebel against going to bed so early, five minutes of sitting bored in the darkness made him submit to putting on the pajama. The pajama was still shrink wrapped. Ma had picked it up at JC Penny insisting against his resistance. Like every hip Chicago youngster, he slept naked at night. Now with his grand parents in the same room, he was glad to have the pajama.
 
Middle in the night, his bladder pressed painfully. A pale, white night shimmered into the dark cabin. A night blue sky was promised outside. The thick down comforter was warm, yet Jack’s face was cool. He fell asleep once more before the bladder pain become intolerable. He slunk out of the bed. At first, his body stilled held the warms of the comforter.
 
When he reached the outside, the calm night blue sky soothed him. Yet, the sharp cold air rushed him. He found the wooden outhouse. The outhouse was leaning to the side. A simple metal hook was the lock. The wood beam served as a seat over the pit. He left the door open to find his way in the night. The stink of shit was stifled by the coldness of the night.
 
Cold shudders ran across his skin. His penis has shriveled up to its smallest size. The balls had pulled up into his belly to hide from the cold. Despite the challenges, the urine gushed out of him in a stream. His thighs bounced up and down impatiently for the stream to finish to get out of the freezing cold.
 
His feet felt the way back to the house over the hard baked soil and the round rocks on the ground. He felt the rough wood boards in the house. The thick down comforter covered his shivering body. He knew with time, his body heat would get trapped and he’d warm up. All he had to do was wait.
 
He reached down to his penis. The penis was ice cold like the metal door handle. His penis felt oddly numb from the cold. The penis skin could not sense the hand, yet the penis felt the pressure of the hand holding it. The penis hardened. It was a normally long penis, yet a skinny one.
 
Instinctively, he squeezed the penis. It felt good. He listened around the room. Grams was breathing with big heavy thighs. Gramps was tightly sleeping on his back. Jack pulled the foreskin over the head and back down. It felt good. Without thinking, he made a tent of the comforter with his free hand.
 
His heart was pounding. His breath tried to turn into panting. With great constraint, he breathed slowly to avoid making a sound with his breath. His hand slowly pumped his penis. He listened for gramps and grams. He was carefully to make a big enough tent to avoid the sound of his hand gliding over the fabric.
 
The sensation of his penis was so novel. He could not sense his own hand. Yet, his heart was raising, driven by the pleasure. Five minutes later cum spurted on his belly. The next breath happened and he disappeared into sleep again.
 
The morning arrived with harshness. Grams and gramps were accustomed to getting up with sunrise. Jack was accustomed to sleeping until noon. Gramps hit his walking cane against Jack’s head board until Jack obliged and got up. Jack felt awkward about the dry cum on his belly. Gramps drove Jack outside to show him the outdoor shower with his cane. Taps of the cane directed Jack left and right.
 
The shower was a black hose running down from the hill behind the cabin. The hose was connected to a shower head. Apparently a creek fed the hose. Gravity carried the water down. Gramps cheeks were red with glee: “The cold water will make you a man.” Gramps walked away. It seemed like he had a faint hip swing of victory in his walk as he made his way through the knee deep wild grass.
 
Jack felt like he had no other chance but fight to get under the cold water. The cum stain on his belly was too embarrassing. The cum had dried and matted his belly hair together. Quickly, he stood split naked under the Montana morning sun. The cold water was drizzling a foot in front of him. Cold water drops splattered on his skin only making it harder to muster the nerve for an ice cold morning shower.
 
A Tarzan yell escaped his lungs unbeknownst to him. His penis shriveled. The cajones took refuge in his belly again. Every muscle in his body tensed to the brim in a vain effort to shield against the cold. Frantic hands slipped all over his naked body to wash himself as if he had six arms.
 
A minute later, he had washed his body twice, yet didn’t feel much cleaner. However, the skin all over his body had a numb feeling. It felt kind of good to have the morning sun warm up the dead cold skin. His skin felt so thick, because it had pulled together into goose bumps. A little happiness rose in his heart.
 
Grams had already prepared breakfast. The table was festively laden with fresh bread and a wide array of homemade confitures. Jack enjoyed trying all the different flavors: black berry, straw berry, apricots, and cherries. The bread tasted so nourishing. It must have been the country air that made him hungrier.
 
“Jack, while you are here on summer camp, I want you to think about what you want to do with your life,” said gramps.
 
“Fuck, like you had such a great life vision that you ended up in this ramble shack in bum fuck nowhere. You are the best role model since Michael Jackson,” gushed Jack without thinking. The moment that he had finished, he was shocked at himself.
 
“Your gramps was a very handsome man that was envied by many people out here,” defended grams.
 
“So, what did he do? Win a rodeo competition?” quipped Jack.
 
“Actually, grand son, I was born very poor. When I was your age, I noticed that my neighbor had a bull. I asked my neighbor, if I could harvest semen from the bull. You city folks probably don’t know however to make good calves you need semen from a prize bull.”
 
“So, I’d lead the bull to mount a cow. I had this bit leather tube with a bottle at the end. I’d sleep the bulls penis in there, so that he fucked my leather tube, while he thought he was fucking the cow. Tell you what grand son, that bull filled up two ounces of semen each time.”
 
“Then, I’d go over to a rich rancher. I offered my bull semen. The rancher had the most expensive black cowboy hat. He’d voicelessly tip the cowboy hat to give me the cow ahead. So, I’d shove my hand up the cow to put the bull semen as deep as I could to give the sperm the best chances. On the way back from the field, the rancher asked me how much I wanted. I told him to keep his money and in spring give me a cow.”
 
“For many days, I harvested bull sperm and walked to the big farm. That bull was so productive that I could do it twice a day. The black hated rancher got real happy, because I got a big herd of cows impregnated. Every time, I visited him his eyes gleamed a bit more smug with his mind counting the money for the calves in spring.”
 
“Come spring, he let me pick the best calve of his herd. I made sure that I picked the best. My daddy was ready to have a veal feast. So, I had to hide the calf high up in the foothills. And, I had to scare of the occasional wolves roaming down from Canada.”
 
“And, then it was simple math. I kept impregnating the cow and raised more and more cows. A few summers later, I had a mighty herd of five hundred cows. Can you imagine that size! It was impossible for me to hide the cows any longer in the foothills. So, I brought them down on my daddy’s ranch land. I still remember how proud I was, when my daddy acknowledged that the veal feast was a bad idea.”
 
“Grand son, there is so much land here. The cows multiply on their own. It’s like printing money. Now, we are too old. We sold almost everything off to live out our lives here.”
 
After breakfast, Jack wondered off into the hill behind the house. The sun shown happily. Low tree leaves caressed his arms as he passed through the dense vegetation. Sweat had built up on his lower back before he realized it. The musk smell from his arm pits made him feel cozily at home. It reminded him of a Nat Geo show, where wild life researches put the nose of a subdued polar bear cub on the paw of mother polar bear, so that the cub could smell his ma and feel safe. Big steps led him higher up the foot hill.
 
An idyllic clearing appeared with a small lake and a sweeping view on the grassland. He could see the grassland stretch out. The dirt road to his grand parent’s house cut right through it. No other house was visible. A walk out to get a bus back to civilization might be a multi-day trek.
 
He sat down under and oak tree. He listened to the gurgle of a small creek feeling the small lake. The sun caused a warm tingle on his skin. He became quickly dozy. Memories of the long haired blonde swim team girl flashed through his day dreams. He felt his erection pushing against his tight jeans. He opened the fly. A strange and free feeling caressed him. He could full expose his erection in the wild open with the wind sweeping across his penis. And, it was okay, because there was nobody.
 
He took off all of his clothes. He started prancing around. He held his penis. He got scared for a moment, covered his erect penis with his hand. He looked around. The cabin was covered by trees. Nobody could see him.
 
He lay on his back to stretch his dick toward the sun. He wanted to feel the same tingle that the sun rays put on his skin on his dick. And, it felt kind of good. However, the teenage horniness was not satisfied. So, he started pumping his dick in the wild grass. He dreamed about the swim team girl. His eyes stared into the blue sky searching for something to focus on. His body tensed with the raise to orgasm. Big spurts on cum shot on his belly again.
 
He mellowly let his head fall back onto a patch of grass. With the next breath, his was in post orgasm sleep. When he aroused, his mouth felt sweet and moist. He was well rested. The cum had dried against his skin into salt crust.
 
Again, he had the trouble of forcing himself into the cold lake to clean up. The lake was even harder than the shower, because he had to get a foot in, then the next, his feet would step into freezing cold water on slippery rocks, and he had to keep walking until his whole body was covered.
 
His body felt like breaking from the cold. All his muscles clenched together. He tried a swim in the freezing cold. The swim movement made the water flow across his whole skin. He felt the swoop of water across his ass. His dick wiggled like a mast in the water. The sensation was arousing. Yet, pin prick needles tingled all over his body from the cold. He rushed out of the lake. The sun felt super awesome warming his skin again.
 
And, thus, did the summer days pass. There was ample boredom. One time, he asked grams to use the phone. Grams explained that there was no phone. With boredom and teenage horniness, there was lots of masturbation out in the foot hills overlooking the grassland.
 
About two weeks after arrival a strong gust picked up. Grams hurried for Jack to go inside. Gramps moved his scrawny old body as fast as never before. Gramps put wood boards over the windows. The door was still open. The aggressive whirr of flies and mosquitoes grew intense. The sky darkened. A dark growl of thunder crawled drawn out over everybody’s skin. And, in the breathless pause afterward, the sound of a thousand rocks thrown against the roof erupted. The rain came down hard with giant drops.
 
The intense lightning storm barreled over the grassland of Montana. The deep growls of thunder made the glasses rattle. Without saying anything, Jack knew that there would be no fire department to safe them or even anyone noticing them stranded outside of the burned down cabin.
 
A lonely candle flickered. Shadows were chasing in the dark corners of the cabin. Lightning flashes shot daylight brightness through the slits of the window coverings. The heavy drumming of rain was almost soothing. Grams held Jack in her arms, who was for once completely silenced and surrendered to her overly loving care.
 
When the rain drum eased, gramps through over his black rain coat to walk outside and inspect the potential damage and assess flood risks. Jack peered out of the open cabin door. The lightning storm had left only a mellow rain fall that smelled like an invitation for a child to play in the rain and jump into mud puddles.
 
Ten minutes in, a straining engine sounded. Jack immediately grew upset. He believed to discover that his grand parents had a generator and electricity after all. What bastards to withhold that from him. The engine sounded louder and louder. Jack believed that it was gearing up to operating load.
 
Grams peered outside. Truck doors smashed closed. Steps and voices were outside. Jack felt a fool and stepped up to the door to look outside. A blue rancher truck was standing in the rain. The windshield wipers worked hard. The car beams reflected in the rain as a thousand light sparks.
 
Grams, gramps, and a big rancher were talking intensely. Jack wanted to know more, yet his clothes would have been soaked half the way to the truck. They shook hands in agreement. The rancher in blue jacket and big black rain boots opened the back door of the cabin.
 
An eighteen year old girl jumped out and into the mud. Girl might have been the wrong word. It was more like an elephant on two legs with two braided hair tails on either side stepped out. She wore a big ruffled dress and a red jacket over it. Her face was strained to shield the rain from her eyes. She hoppled with grams to the cabin door. The big bosoms of both women heaved.
 
Before disappearing into the dark of the cabin, Jack got a good look at t he girl. Her face was blocky and unrefined like a country girl. Her dress was big without a nifty cut or print. Her belly was large. She probably didn’t know a single band that he liked.
 
The three sat around the table, while gramps and the rancher stayed outside. The girl’s hair was wet and crinkly. She knocked over a bowl with cookies, when she put her elbows on the table.
 
“Jack, get Amanda a towel,” said grams sternly.
 
Jack growled for being made to do something. He fetched a blanket and tossed it to Amanda. Amanda rubbed her hair with it.
 
“Jack, Amanda’s farm house burned down in the lightning storm. She will stay with us until her father can rebuild the farm,” explained grams.
 
“That’ll take months to build a house,” exclaimed Jack.
 
“Now, where is your hospitality young man,” chided grams.
 
“I can be useful,” said Amanda with a stern face.
 
“What do you know? In this backward school, they probably didn’t even teach you about Newton,” bullied Jack.
 
Amanda’s face lit up victoriously. “Of course, I know Newton. He is the adorable white bull dog with one black ear that lives with rancher Jeremy. I even taught him a trick!”
 
“See,” underlined grams with big meaningful eyes.
 
The rain settled down a little before sundown. There wasn’t much left to do that day. In the morning at the breakfast table, Jack got a good look at Amanda. She was hefty. Her thighs, her belly, her boobs, and her face. Everything was bloated by a happy diet of high fructose corn syrup.
 
Amanda was diligently taking a nickel sized scoop of butter from the communal block in the middle of the table. She spread it over a nickel sized area on her bread. Then, she’d repeat to take the next nickel sized scoop of butter. Jack watched her antique intently.
 
He burst out, “don’t you realize that the dimension of your bread is three by four nickel sizes. So, you need to take twelve times as much butter. Or, you will be buttering until the cows come home.”
 
Amanda and grams looked shocked. Gramps added without missing a beat, “Amanda sure is a bit dumb.” Grams took Amanda’s bread and finished buttering the bread. Gramps let his head fall back in exasperation. Grams took away the butter in revenge, “If you men know better, you’ll have to make your own butter.” Amanda happily bit into her buttered bread.
 
“Put at least some honey on the butter. Who eats a plainly buttered bread?” exclaimed Jack.
 
Grams pushed her fist against the side of Jack’s head. From then on the women stuck together. And, gramps felt a never mentioned bond with Jack. After breakfast Jack disappeared roaming into the hills. Everything smelled of fresh earth after the rain. He found a rocky spot to stay out of the mud. There he wanked. When his memory brought up an image of Amanda, he mumbled ‘ugly brood’ and focused on the swim team girl again.
 
When Jack returned from the hillside for lunch, he came through the back. A sudden sound caused him to duck. He had almost run up to the outdoor shower and surprised whoever was there. Curiosity got the better of him. He carefully stepped on tip toes across the dead pine needles on the floor. His fingers braced around the rough bark of the tree to pull himself behind it for cover. He leaned to the side of the trunk.
 
Amanda was there. She turned the knob of the shower endlessly. Obviously, she had forgotten which way to turn it to shut off the water. Her breasts were large and round. The areolas were stretched wide. Her belly was a big round ball. The amble groin hair covered a triangle that had no fat. It was odd to see her pubic zone bee tucked under her belly. Her thighs were large, yet had youthful skin.
 
Eventually, the whole water knob came off. She covered herself with a towel and walked with the knob in hand back, while the water kept running.
 
Jack made a big half circle to arrive at the house from the other direction. Everyone was already sitting around the lunch table. Amanda was dressed in a carrot shaped jeans to fit her ample body inside. Her top was dressed in a brown cowboy shirt with ribbons. A pot with rabbit stew was in the middle of the table. The bones of the rabbit stuck out. Grams had been out with the rifle hunting.
 
He sat down next to Amanda silently. Her fresh smell was vivid. Her hair smelled freshly washed. She smelled like baby lotion. She must have lathered herself up with baby lotion. It smelled sexy on her. The smell of Amanda wafted through Jack’s mind through the whole silent dinner.
 
After dinner Amanda and grams went to do women’s chores. Jack disappeared into the hillside. However, at night, when everyone was in bed, the silence of the night was palpable. It wasn’t so much the actual silence. Grand ma breathed heavily. Amanda lightly snored. A little critter outside was making intermittent noises ruffling the leaves. It was the backdrop of sound that was completely turned off.
 
Jack had a raging boner again. He lifted the down comforter in a tent to avoid any friction of his hand pummeling his penis. His heart made big beats. His lungs tried to suck oxygen. He had to slow down his breathing to avoid making sounds. He cautiously listened for any of his sounds or sounds indicating that his room mates were rousing in the sleep. Images of Amanda naked at the shower shot through his head. He was so horny that he suddenly found the dumb elephant sexy. Her light snoring made a sweet connection to his masturbating. He remembered her baby lotion smell at lunch. His dick grew a bit bigger and harder.
 
The spurts of cum made him embarrassed. Amanda was an unsightly, backward brood again. He fell asleep easily with the happy self love hormones coursing through his blood and brain.
 
The next morning, the sunlight rose his shaggy head and the discomfort of a sticky belly with dried cum. The body hair was caked together into strands by his cum glue. He imagined that his fingers probably still smelled. The underside of his sheets had a collage of circles. The cum had slowly spread out before it dried leaving a memory of each wanking session. These are the signs of a typical teenage youth.
 
Jack looked around the room to find the right time to sneak out and clean up. Amanda was on her hands and knees under the blankets. Her body was a big ball that deeply depressed the worn country mattress. She wore a long lavender gown as sleep wear with a white lace hem at the bottom. The light fabric clearly showed the bulbous shape of her body - a round rump. Her feet were swollen up with fat to hide the arches, sinews, and bones.
 
The gown had half rotated on her body at night. The head opening had slipped to reveal one of her hanging breast. At least that’s what Jack assumed, because he only saw her hindsight. She had to raise the bottom hem of her gown to get her feet wide enough on the floor for a stance that she could push up standing. If Jack would have been in front of her, he may have been able to steal a peak up her thighs. Though, Jack had to be happy with the little giggling dance move that Amanda made to distract from her disheveled head hair. He watched her butt muscles squeeze and relax as she walked out to relieve herself.
 
Grand pa was up in three seconds. He always jolted from opening his eyes to standing in three seconds. In his white long Johns and long arm shirt, he paced around the room: “What are we going to do today?” He wrung his hands with a tensely thinking face.
 
Grand ma slowly sat up in her bed:
“Jack,” she called with faked sweetness in her voice. That was never a good sign.
 
“Grams?”
 
“Jackie boy, be a sweet boy. Take our house guest up to the lake that you told me about. She is all alone without her family. Show her a good time.”
 
“Argh, how am I going to get her up there?”
 
“She has legs. Now be a gentleman and watch the next words you speak.”
 
Everyone went about their morning business in quiet solitude. Those were the few moments, when nobody talked to anyone. And, Jack got lost in his own thoughts. He day dreamed about escaping the remote ranch. He imagined himself hiding little pockets of food half day hike away. That way, he could come back the same day and do more preparations. Yet, when the day of the great escape came, he’d know that he had provisions along his long hike. He pondered what to do about the wolves from Canada that may roam. He pondered his nights in the wilderness. There were at least three long days of walking involved.
 
For breakfast, everyone crowded into each other’s space again. Grand pa was silent, yet his face inspected everyone in detail, and that face told everyone what he thought of them. Grand ma sat close to Jack. The side of her big body touched Jack.
 
“Jack, why don’t you butter Amanda’s bread, as you are the foremost bread butter expert of Montana.”
 
“It’s not like…”
 
Grandma side hugged Jack and pushed his face into the side of her large breast. The breast was a like a full face air bag. She rocked Jack a bit.
 
“You are such a golden boy.”
 
Amanda handed Jack her piece of hunky, blond country bread with a coquette hand movement. Then, she leaned forward and gave him a smack on the cheek. The smack was extra wet to mock Jack. Jack wiped the slobber of his cheek in disgust and started wiping butter.
 
Near the end of breakfast, Jack had drifted in his own thoughts again. He was wondering, if he could build a land sail boat – one of those cars with a big sail. That way, he could sail into freedom. With Amanda’s large body, there was plenty of fabric in the house to build a large sail. A sharp thumb poked him in the side. Jack jumped up being tickled. His pressed together lips exploded a tense giggle out of them.
 
“Jack, you had a wonderful proposition this morning,” sweet sugar pie cooed grams.
 
“Oh, uh, Amanda, do you want to go for a hike? There is a little pond with way cold water up the mountainside. It’s really steep and long. And, there are sometimes dangerous wild animals. There is a view up there, but all you see is grass. You must already know all about it from living here all your life.”
 
“That would be so lovely! I thought you didn’t like me. I am so excited! Let’s go!”
 
“You two young ones can take off. For today, I’ll clean the breakfast table.”
 
Jack led Amanda behind the ranch house. There was a flat section to reach the foot of the hill. Jack gingerly stepped his feet to avoid plants and roots. He wore big black World War II boots with the laces removed, so that the tongue hung out loosely. He wore tight black punk shorts. He weaved his way through the knee deep grass past the bushes under the wide branched trees.
 
Amanda wore a long white dress with country style floral prints. Her bare feet were in flip flops. She followed Jack in a straight line. The bottom of her dress dragged the grass down. She waddled with wide steps and left a wide path of bent grass behind her. If she’d walk up to the lake every day for a week, her trampling would have broken in and solidified a nice trail.
 
They arrived at the foot of the hill. Jack knew a comfortable pass up among the white and black granite rocks and boulders. Amanda followed him up silently. Her face grew a shine from sweet. Her black hair stuck to her sweaty temples in a frazzled way. Her armpits grew dark spots. Jack looked back every once in a while to wait up on her and enjoy the devastation that the hillside wreaked on her.
 
“Jack, let’s sit up for a moment. There are some nice rocks in the shade.”
 
“We can always just go back.”
 
“No, I am good. Let’s get to know each other. What are you going to do with your life, now that you finished high school?”
 
“I am going to be a punk rock star back in Chicago. I won’t make a lot of money. But, I will have my art. We will throw crazy jam sessions. We will have wild after parties. I will wear leather and make up day and night. I have no illusions of making it big. Yet, we will be known in the underground as the ‘Dead Groundhogs.’ Ain’t nobody push the envelope as much as we do.”
 
“I’m not sure, what punk rock is. Though, it sounds like you will be a singer. I can sing really nice, too. We should sing something. There is this funny song about a farmer…”
 
“You don’t get it. Nobody blames you, because out here in the country there is no access to anything. What are you going to do with your life?”
 
“Well, I am a family woman. I like family. I like kids running around. I’ll be a farm hand, until a sweet man sweeps me off my feet and promises me his life. Than, we will live on a farm. And, I’ll pop out six kids. That would be a fine number. I’ll spend all day playing with the kids and the goats. And, I’ll be so happy.”
 
“Jesus, you still live in 18th century patriarchic oppression. Women don’t have to live anymore as birthing machines. Women are equal. You can have dreams. You can change the world. You can do anything you want!”
 
“Don’t think of me as backward! I have eyes and can see. My sister works in an office in a city. She works with those computers. She comes home tired every day. Every night that I stay with her, she is crying herself in the sleep, complaining about her boss and evil co-workers. Even though, they pay her a lot, all the bills and taxes take the money away. She has pretty clothes. But, the men don’t like her, because the city girls are so much prettier. So, she is saving up for boob surgery in hopes to find a man. The Wells Fargo company told her that she could do anything she wanted. She believed them. That’s what she got.”
 
“That’s Babylon. It’s trying to get you down. That’s what our music is about. Down in the belly of the city in basements, we pound the drums and scream blood to fight against that oppression with our music.”
 
“Oh, Babylon, the biblical place, where they speak in tongues! I can also speak in tongues. I can say something in German: ‘Kuess mich, Dummkopf’”
 
“Argh, that was the Tower of Babel. Are you good at anything?”
 
“I am really good at making faces!”
 
Amanda rolled here eyes to the back to show only the white of her eye. She reached with one hand from behind her head to lift up her nostrils to look like piggie nose. She stuck her tongue out and cork screwed it to the side. Then, she started grunting like a pig. Jack freaked out for a moment, because Amanda looked like a possessed woman from the Exorcist movie.
 
They walked on. The rising sun and the steady climb gave even Jack’s forehead sweet pearls. The occasional shade by trees among the rocks became precious. Amanda had collected the bottom of her dress up into her hands to make easier steps. Jack could see her knees. Even though, the calves were fat, the skin was beautiful and youthful. Her body was punished by her eating habit, yet the youth had kept her skin glowing beautiful.
 
They reached the lake. The lake was surrounded by hills side. The hill side was a soft grass around the lake and a thick stand of trees higher up. Amanda smiled at the idyllic side. They sat down side by side looking at the ice cold water.
 
Then, Amanda tickled Jack in the side. Jack jumped up and fell in convulsive laughter.
 
“I knew it that you were a ticklish boy. You should have seen your face this morning, when your grams tickled you!”
 
“What the hell did you do that for?”
 
“Oh, come on, don’t you pretend that you don’t know what good fun is. You can tickle me as well, if you can catch me!” Amanda laughed with abandon.
 
Angry Jack jumped to his feet and stormed to Amanda. The fingers of his hand tingled up her side like wild ants. His fingers searched around to find the funny spot. They moved to the front of her belly. Amanda got up and leaned backward to get momentum to run away. The movement landed Jack’s fingers straight on her vagina crawling around. Jack froze in embarrassment and pulled his fingers back. Amanda bounced five paces away.
 
“I got myself a slow boy,” teased Amanda with her arms at the side and wagging her butt side to side.
 
Jack stormed after. His eager finger launched on her side and belly again, desperate to make her giggle and laugh. She leaned back again to launch forward with momentum. Thus, her pelvis lifted. His fingers ended up again tingling her vagina. He pulled them back quicker this time in even worse deep red faced embarrassment at his inappropriate touching. Amanda only laughed big at him from a safe distance. Her mouth was so wide and open, when the taunts came out of it.
 
They sat down silently next to each other to take in nature. Jack’s mind replayed the moments that his fingers were on her vagina. He tried to figure out how he had been so clumsy. In between his thoughts, he was stunned at how non-reactive Amanda had been to the touch.
 
“Have you ever played red neck rock-paper-scissor?” asked Amanda.
 
“What’s that?”
 
“Well, you play rock-paper-scissor. And, the winner gets to make the loser do something or tell the truth.”
 
“Okay, that’s fair enough.”
 
They faced each other. He looked at her face close for the first time. He noticed little reddish brown freckles on her fat bloated face. The freckles made her look kind of cute, kind of like the forgotten signs of beauty on a once hot girl that had turned fat. The shook their hands three times, before they blinked. Jack had scissors. Amanda had paper.
 
“Give me ten pushups!”
 
Amanda pulled her dress over her knees to avoid grass stains. She did girl pushups with her knees on the ground, “I’m a girl.” She breathed heavily. Her large boobs easily sagged to the ground. Little grass and flower pieces collected on the front of her dress. Her face turned into a tense, focused grimace earnestly trying to do her deed. With heated red lips, she hissed in between pushes “I’ll get you back real good.”
 
Jack – paper; Amanda –scissors.
 
Jack laughed, “Haha, 11 jumping jacks and you have to count loud”
 
Amanda shook her hand. She left her flip flops neatly side by side. She raised and knotted her dress higher, so that she could get a wide enough stance. She jumped. Her arms swung. Her breasts bounced wild. The knotted hem line jumped up and down her thigh. Jack couldn’t help but watch her hemline like a cat watches the mouse hole. With each jump, the knot slipped up her thighs. Her thighs were so pasty white and delicate from shunning the sun light. It kind of aroused him.
 
 
Jack – rock; Amanda – scissors.
 
“Have you ever had a girl friend?” asked Amanda.
 
“Well, there is this girl on the swim team. She has really beautiful long blond hair. Her body is so sleek. And, she likes wearing tight fitting clothes. I was going to ask her out.”
 
“Oh, little Jack is a virgin,” sung Amanda to the tune of a happy dance song.
 
“So, have you had a boy friend?”
 
“Donny from Brooke Dale did me real good, when I was fifteen. We went in the woods for him to show me his wood castle. There was no castle. He just had a woodie standing up for me!”
 
 
Jack – paper; Amanda rock.
 
“What is your favorite sex position?”
 
“Oh, you are getting really daring, you little rascal! I like being on my hands and knees. And, the guy is climbing around me like crazy trying to poke me from behind in all kinds of manners. I love feeling him getting frantic, reaching and climbing around. You?”
 
“Uh, I didn’t realize I have to go as well! I guess, cow girl. I like looking up at her above me, seeing her boobs and face smiling down at me, while she takes my cock however she pleases.”
 
“You are naughty!”
 
 
Jack – scissors; Amanda rock.
 
“Time for a dare: Moon me!”
 
“What!?”
 
“Yeah, I’m getting you back for all the physical dares that you gave me! Don’t look like I know that you were trying to secretly punish me with that!”
 
Jack turned around. He looked at the forest line up the hill in an effort to mentally escape. He had starred at her all the time. He had seen her naked. Now, he had to expose himself. Being seen was not as easy as leering. He peeled his pants and his underwear down his butt. He held the belt line tight right beneath his butt to cover his balls.
 
“That ain’t no right mooning. You gotta grab your ankles!”
 
Jack pushed his thighs apart to tension the pants in place. He reached for his skinny ankles with his hand between his knees. His white boney ass poked into the sky.
 
“Oooh-oooh, what a skinny ass. You gotta eat some meat, boy!”
 
He pulled his pants up and sat down in front of Amanda with a blood red face.
 
 
Jack – paper; Amanda scissors.
 
“Haha, I bet that you want to get back at me. Yet, it is my turn again. Let’s see how I can tease you even more. When is the last time you jerked off?”
 
“Come on that’s unfair! I don’t want to play anymore!”
 
“Oh, big city boy is losing against the dumb brood. And, now he is crying. Be a man, win and get back at me.”
 
“Last night in bed, when everyone was sleeping.”
 
“You guys are all so horny. My brother ones tried to jerk off at the breakfast table. He thought he was really sly with his hand relaxed under the table. Hahaha!”
 
Jack ripped a few daisies out of the ground and threw them into Amanda’s laughing face.
 
 
Jack – paper; Amanda – rock
 
“Show me your tits! That’ll teach you!”
 
“Jack, this dress has a tight head opening. I can’t pull it down. Pick something else!”
 
“Ah, now the country girl tries to make new rules.”
 
Amanda’s face dropped, while Jack held onto his tight lips: “Okay, that’s totally not okay.”
 
Her hands collected the bottom of her dress into little sausages. Once she had a good grip. She swiftly raised the bottom hem all the way up her body to her throat. Her whole flesh was stark naked, except for her white panties that clutched her groin. The big fat wave of her belly hung over her panties. Her boobs loomed large and blotchy. Jack was a bit shocked to see the full almost naked body of Amanda at arm’s distance in front of him.
 
She put her dress down. With both hands, she pushed his shoulders. She may not have been strong, yet the sheer weight ratio between them, sent him flying on his back with ease. He raised his stinky finger into the air to taunt Amanda even further.
 
 
Jack – rock; Amanda – paper.
 
“Swim across the lake.”
 
“But, it’s freezing cold. I’ll catch death in my wet clothes.”
 
“Guess they have to come off then.”
 
“Let’s call off the game.”
 
“What!? After what you did to me, I want to see sweet revenge.”
 
They walked down the edge of the lake. The entrance into the lake was rocky. Small pebbles were sharp to the soles. Slippery large rocks required careful side stepping into the gutter of sharp little rocks between them.
 
Jack kicked off his boots without laces. He pulled his t-shirt over his shaggy head that hadn’t seen a hair cut in a while. He pulled his pants down. With his back to her, his back was skinny. The ribs poked out. The ribs made an oval shape of his torso. The ridges of his hip bones clearly displayed above his butt. He tossed his underwear to the pile of shoes and clothes. He jumped into the turquoise mountain water. The water splashed and frothed white from his mad dash against the chill that puckered his butt and sent tingling needles across his skin.
 
Once he reached the other side, he came running back. He clutched his groin with one hand. The modesty made him look even more naked, sexy, and exposed. His other hand swung wild in a mad effort to make him run faster. His left chest had a black tattoo of a sexy female angel with torn tights and a torn t-shirt that barely covered her boobs. Amanda applauded his dash with loud, hollow, and baritone claps. Her hands were so meaty that they sounded heavy.
 
The clothes got little dark circles on his body from the water pearls that had stayed on his skin. Shivers ran across his skinny body that had no fat layer to protect itself from the elements. His nose was pale. His eyes were slightly watery from a mixture of anger, humiliation, and freezing. Amanda’s face melted with warm lover looking at the little Jack.
 
“I have warmth for both of us,” exclaimed Amanda softly.
 
She opened her arms wide and hugged Jack. She pressed the little bundle of Jack against her voluptuous body twice his size. Her breasts were like two large soft pillows. Her belly was a soft pillow. Jack was so frozen small that he cuddled into the warm mountain of her. He snuggled his body in between her breasts. He smelled her sweat, the woman smell, and a little bit of baby lotion. She kissed his forehead softly with her big lips.
 
As Jack’s numb frozen skin warmed up, he started feeling Amanda’s body. He started feeling her boobs. He started feeling the wet sweat spots near her arm pits. He felt just how wobbly and soft her flesh was. His cheek was touching her cheek. The intimacy of it all felt overwhelming. His mind flashed the images of naked Amanda from yesterday at the shower and today during the flashing. His poker grew hard. He didn’t dare moving. The hard poker just rested between the two against her belly pillow. Nobody said anything. They rested in silence mutually knowing the secret and knowing that the other person knew it.
 
A bird somewhere began singing its song in a pine tree. Amanda reached between them. She reached into his pants. She held the tip of his naked penis in the fist of her hand. “Oh, that’s what that was,” she said with faint innocence. Jack was breathlessly frozen in place between fear of trouble and hope for the best. Her large meaty fingers gently walked a circle along the penis beneath the head. Her hand slowly squeezed his penis getting lower with each squeeze until she had felt his balls in the scrotum. Her hands went back up. She shoved his foreskin over his penis head and down in short moves. Jack received delicious vibrations of pleasure, while his body was fully hugging her big yet female body. “I could jerk you off. I am that kind of a nice girl,” whispered Amanda with a thick voice that bragged about her being aroused and sexual.
 
Jack didn’t say anything. He kissed her. He put his tongue in between her lips. She kissed him back. Her mouth was like a giant cave that swallowed his small, narrow lips. Her tongue was like an army. His tongue fought brave like Conan the Barbarian. Her loins started pressing against the base of his penis, while she stroked his tip. The fire of passion engulfed them on the grass next to the mountain lake. The sun shown bright and charged their clothes with warmth.
 
“Let me just feel it on the outside,” whispered Amanda in his ear.
 
She raised her dress and pulled her panties down, while they were lying side by side. She touched his penis to her vagina. He felt the wetness, smoothness like a jolt of electricity, so much was the pleasure of it. It took him all his nerves to say, “Hey, I don’t have a condom, we can’t do this.” “Hush, I just want to feel you on the outside.”
 
Jack surrendered to her hand painting his dick along her vagina to every possible spot. The vagina was dripping wet. Clouds of pleasure overpowered his consciousness, as he anticipated every next touch and burst of pleasure of his cock finding his way along her lips, clit. Every once in a while, his penis felt her entrance. Then, she laid his penis flat against his belly, so that she could rub her pussy all along his shaft. Surely thick wads of her push juice were covering his whole penis.
 
She placed his penis at the entrance of her cave again. His brain exploded happy warm light feelings again, as he anticipated the closeness of penetrating her. Only this time, she rushed herself over his penis and impaled herself with a soft breathy sigh. “No condom,” exclaimed Jack, while he tried to fight the best feeling of his life. “Just one time, only one time, sweet baby.” “Okay, that felt good, but we can’t do it again.”
 
“Oh, just one more time.” And, Amanda plunged herself again over his penis. He felt the softness and wetness around his penis. He felt her pelvis bone push against his pelvis bone and squirt another wave of happy hormones out in his brain. “Really, we have to not do this,” said Jack without opening his eyes or moving away.
 
“Honey, if you have HIV or I, it is already too late.”
 
“Oh shit, but babies.”
 
“Don’t worry about that.”
 
“You take the pill or something”
 
“Yeah, or something. I just want to feel you.”
 
Amanda pulled her dress over her head. Completely naked, Jack’s mouth went for her nipples. She reacted with electric sensitivity. She started riding his penis harder. Her hands ripped on his clothes savagely, until they were all pulled off and her hands could focus on pressing his face deeply into the cushion of her breast, while she rode his loins.
 
“Amanda, I want to make you happy. You said that your favorite position is on your knees.”
 
“Oh, I could marry you, you little city slick,” praised Amanda.
 
Amanda rolled onto her hands and knees. Jack was startled for a moment seeing all the fat and blubber on her. However, he moved close in and was caught in the bubble of passion again.
 
Indeed, he had trouble reaching his penis high enough to her kneeling vagina. He had to half squat. The half squat was hard, so he started resting on top of her back with his legs almost hanging off. He used his arms to hold himself on top. He tried pushing his hands against her thighs for leverage for his thrusts with his belly flat on her back. It was a real struggle to poke the big monstrous Amanda from behind. Yet, each stroke felt so good that his whole body was struggling to reach and poke. Amanda laughed all the pulls and pushed from the helpless beetle-on-its-back like struggle of Jack.
 
“I’m coming – oh my god – I am coming – oh, it feels so good,” hollered Jack at the top of his lungs.
 
“Get off – jump off,” hissed Amanda.
 
“Oh, I came. That was so awesome.”
 
“You little idiot! When I said ‘something’ I meant the withdrawal method. Though, I had my period a couple days ago. It should be okay.”
 
“Oh, shit, I didn’t realize that anyone would seriously do withdrawal method!”
 
“Come here you little idiot. Give me a warm hug. There is no point in crying over spilled milk. Just pull out the next time. Promise me!”
 
They nestled in the warm sexual afterglow on the grass overlooking the mountain lake. Tenderness formed between them.
 
 
The next days were filled with vaginal lubrication and cum. At nights, Jack would steal under Amanda’s blankets. Under the big bulging blankets, they would attempt to silently hump with stifled heavy breathing escaping into the cabin. The grand parents slept right next to them. They did not know, if the grand parents slept soundly or were too polite to let on that they knew, what was going on.
 
Two months later, Amanda awoke with terrible sickness. She was puking really hard. The grand mother called out, “poor child has caught a stomach flu.” Jack was silent the whole dinner over. When grand pa stuffed his pipe to enjoy the after dinner tobacco, Jack asked him, “Can I have your bull sperm catcher? I am going to start a cow herd.”


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