The Hills Have Thighs - Part 1 - Sex Stories

The Hills Have Thighs - Part 1

... movements faltered. I could feel her become weaker, and the gagging in her throat become much less frequent. Her eyes, still trained on my own, began to droop. What had been struggles in her limbs became twitches, and soon all that was left was her open eyes. Slowly, they rolled up into her head as she drifted to sleep. I withdrew my raging cock and began jacking off furiously over her unconscious face. She coughed back to life just as I crested and sent a wave of cum all over her pretty features. Strands landed in her eyes and mouth, and she began twisting around, disoriented and confused. When I was completely spent I rose up out of the door, Amy's head falling down onto the back seat. I spat once on her cum drenched face, then turned and walked around the car. The rising sun glistened on my sweat drenched body, and I enjoyed the warmth it provided. After pulling open the trunk, I found a towel and cleaned myself up. I then returned to my crying teen, and threw the towel at her face. Drained from the physical exertion of pumping Amy's head up and down, and from the astronomical orgasm I had just achieved, I went back to sit in the front seat after grabbing some food and water. I knew I'd have to get some more at some point soon. Now I had three people to feed. Think I'll have a little sleep now. I can hear Dianne stirring, but like I said I trust my knots. They'll be perfectly safe. _______________________________________________ ...

... _______________________________________________ Friday 14th May 1971 6:39 pm It's been a good day. I slept through the morning and afternoon, only waking when Dianne began screaming that her daughter needed water. I rubbed my eyes, dazed by the sudden arousal, and turned to look at my captives. Dianne was staring at me with tears in her eyes. I looked over and saw Amy in a bad way, sweat coating her body and her breath coming in short sharp gasps. Dianne was right. Slowly I climbed out of the car, and walked over to the families own one, hooked up behind mine. I reached in to retrieve the bag of salvaged items, and pulled out a large bottle of water. My hand brushed against one of their bottles of gin, and I felt a stirring in my pants at the thought of what I could do with it. I took hold of it also, before heading back around the car and kneeling down next to Amy. I carefully gave her some water, before rounding the hood and giving what was left to Dianne. She drank it up quickly, gasping for air between gulps. I rose and left them there, returning to the other car's trunk to grab a couple of their folding chairs. After setting them up behind it, out of the sun, I headed over and hoisted Dianne out of the car, half carrying her to one of the chairs. After sitting her down, I grabbed the gin and settled next to her. I drew my knife out of my jeans and held it up to her. "I don't want to kill you, Dianne. But unless you drink when I tell you, I may cut you." It was all I needed to say, she nodded. I raised the bottle ...