The Hills Have Thighs - Part 1 - Sex Stories

The Hills Have Thighs - Part 1

... this girl. She's hot. I'd say, maybe, a year or two younger than me. A cute face, long blonde hair, deep blue eyes. It was hard to tell underneath all the blankets, but her figure looked alright too. I didn't want to have to decide then what to do. So I took out the rope and gaffer tape I'd stored in my rucksack along with the car jacking tools, and approached the girl. She saw what was in my hands and began to move away, the fear on her face mounting and tears appearing in her eyes. But one look at the gun that I swiftly returned to her face kept her quiet and still. Quickly I bound and gagged her. Then I proceeded to carry her out to the Chevelle and lay her across the back seat. She kicked and struggled, but I was good with knots. She wasn't going anywhere. Returning to the trailer, I saw the dad stirring. I decided it would be kinder to end his misery quickly. I took the last of the rope and swiftly fastened it round his neck. When that dirty work was done I turned to the wife. She was similar to her daughter, in many regards. Still quite young, maybe in her late thirties, and her skin was untouched by age. She had large, juicy breasts that I proceeded to feel with my empty hand. Her long slender legs emerged from the bedsheets, and I wondered what kind of ass they led to. Carefully I unwrapped her from the white cotton, and her beautiful body emerged, dressed only in thin black underwear. It was at this point that I knew I had to keep them. Her and her daughter. What a ...

... pair. What a catch. I was very aware that I hadn't set out tonight to kidnap two girls. Or any, for that matter. But things change. And sometimes you've just got to go with it. I swiftly bound the mother too, then carried her to the car. Dumping her on top of her crying daughter was fun. I was tempted to arrange them so the mothers tits would be in her daughter's face. But there were more important things to do. I returned to the trailer one last time, and rummaged around for a few minutes. It turned out I was very lucky the father wasn't still awake after the crash. I found a magnum and a shotgun in one of the cabinets, along with a considerable stock of bullets. I found one of the family's bags, and began putting together some things. Food, clothes, the guns, and all sorts of other things that I could use went into the bag quickly. Lastly, in the nightstand, I found the dad's wallet and the mom's purse. I took only the cash, but between them they had $400. Evidently they had been planning a long trip. I also found the car keys, which would make the journey back easier. After emerging from the wreck with my own rucksack and the new large bag full of scavenged items, I climbed into the car and tossed the bags on top of the girls. The mom was still out cold, and the daughter still had tears pouring down her face. It appeared she had lost the energy to cry outright, resorting to quiet sobbing. I ferried them and the bags to my own car, then retrieved some of the furniture from ...