The Hills Have Thighs - Part 1 - Sex Stories

The Hills Have Thighs - Part 1

... the family's original camp. Now it just looks like a lazy group has left it without cleaning up. After hooking up the family's Chevelle to my own, I drove a couple of miles further down the interstate until I reached where I am now, in a sheltered hollow a little to the right of the road, far out of sight. I think I'll take a break here for a while. I've still got to decide what to do with these girls. They've been driving me crazy with longing ever since I put them in the car. _____________________________________________ _____________________________________________ Friday 14th May 1971 08:23 am I love having girls in the back of my car. After laying back and having a drink and a few cigs to calm down, I turned and saw the daughter looking at me with the same terror etched on her face. I laughed, and blew a cloud of smoke in her face. She coughed violently into her gag and turned away, fresh tears glistening in her eyes. I faced the wheel again, and began turning the radio dial. Eventually it tuned in, and I could hear through the static a local news report coming in. There was nothing of note. Although I was certain the overturned trailer and the body of the father wouldn't be found, at least for some time, it was nice to know. I continued tuning the radio, until it hit a channel playing some music. Leaning back in the seat, I smoked the cigarette and watched as the sun started rising. My mind wandered to the girls. I looked back again, and saw her still looking at me. ...

... "What you looking at?" I asked her. She couldn't reply with her gag, but the direct address still stung her. I climbed out of the car and got into the back with the two girls. The mom's legs were on my lap, and the daughter's face rested on the seat near my waist. I rearranged them, so the daughter was now on top and her face rested on my right leg. Carefully, I pulled the gaffer tape off her mouth. "Be careful what you say, girl" I told her. "You don't want to fuck up now." She remained quiet, though I sensed her breaths quicken. "What are your names?" I asked. She didn't answer. I reached forward and took the gun from the passenger seat. After peeling off her mother's gag, I forced the gun into her unconscious mouth. I repeated, "what are your names, girl?" She swallowed. "I.. I'm.. Amy" she stammered. "And she's m.. my... my mother, Dianne." "Amy what?" I asked. "Ross." I sat back. So, Amy and Dianne Ross. What a pair they are. The father must have had a constant hard on at home. I also had a hard on at that moment. I began unbuckling my belt. Amy saw what I was doing, and recoiled. "Ever had a boyfriend before, Amy?" I asked her. Slowly, she nodded. "Well" I continued, "you ever given a blowjob to a boyfriend before?" "No" she said quickly. "Probably thought you were too good for that, huh?" I suggested. She didn't respond. I laughed again. "Yeah, you girls are all the same. Think you're purer than the rest of us. Always looking down, disapproving. Well, news flash, that ...