If you haven't read my 'Changing Channels' stories on Literotica, please do so before reading this story. It will make a lot more sense if you have read them.

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Peter peeled around the corner and dashed down the long well-lit hallway, his eyes wild with fear. He was running stark naked down the house's hallway with his clothes in a crumpled pile as he clutched them to his chest. He quickly glanced back down towards the way he came and saw a shadow emerging from the corner.

The owner of the shadow shouted at Peter. "Come back here, you fucking cocksucker!"

Peter tried to pick up his speed when he saw the mirror hanging on the wall next to his head shatter as a bullet pierced it.

-Three minutes earlier-

Peter was sliding his foot long cock slowly into Meadow Soprano's tight eighteen-year-old pussy. Her tight wet pussy was clamped on his impressive girth as he was holding her ankles up at his shoulder level. Meadow's hands were clutching the bed sheets as she felt her vagina being stretched to it's limits.

"Ooooooh, shit," The young brunette moaned as she thrashed her head back in pleasure. "It's too big... I don't think I can take it all!"

"You can do it, honey," her mother said, coaching from the other side of the bed. "Just take a little a a time til you have the whole fucking thing inside of you." Carmela Soprano was leaning back, naked, against a pile of pillows on the bed as she fingered her well-fucked pussy and watched her daughter try to take the cock that she had just been enjoying moments before. She pulled her fingers out of her swampy hole for a second and saw a large glob of Peter's cum stuck to them.

"Trust me, it'll be worth it," she said before her tounge flicked out to pull the semen glob into her mouth.

"Ok, Mo---*" Meadow's mouth was still wide open but no sound came out as Peter plowed another inch into her tight fuckhole. He held still as he let her get used to the stretching. "Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod," Meadow said as one hand slapped the bed.

Just then, the bedroom door opened behind them. "Hey, Mela? Are you in here?"

"Tony?" Carmela asked.

"Daddy?" said Meadow.

"Ohmygod." said Peter.

All three of the lovers' heads quickly turned in the direction of the door to see Tony Soprano walk in through the door. They saw him pause in mid-step as he took in the scene before him, and his mouth drop open in shock. Peter saw the look in Tony's eyes and knew that this was his cue to exit the scene.

-Now-

Peter propelled himself down the hall faster than he'd ever run before. Luckily for him, Tony hadn't been carrying a gun on him when he entered the bedroom. The time that the mobster had spent going to the dresser for his pistol, had given Peter enough time to pull himself out of Meadow, grab his clothes and escape the bedroom. If he had been carrying a gun when he entered the room, Peter probably wouldn't be breathing right now.

Now, he was looking for a way out of this mess. He rapidly approached the living room, his monster erection wagging in front of him as he ran, when he saw his escape route. Anthony Jr. was sitting in the living room, playing Mario Kart on the big screen television. Peter turned into the room, and hurdled the sofa.

It would have been very impressive, if his left foot hadn't caught the top edge of the sofa, causing his to tumble to the ground, his clothes flying out in front of him. Anthony Jr. jumped away from Peter as the naked man quickly pulled himself up off the carpet and grabbed the clothes in front of him. He reached up towards the television screen and looked back to see an enraged Tony taking aim at him.

Peter touched the screen and blipped out of the room in a flash of light, half-a-second before the television screen was drilled by three bullets.