VIDEO STORE VICTIMS 4
Story by misfit446
I'm back, finally. Finished my project, got some sleep and am going through the list of stories I have to update. But I'm going backwards this time. It's short but important. Go find the Video Store Victims stories to catch up. You kinda have to. Hope you enjoy.
VIDEO STORE VICTIMS 4
They got into a plush Mercedes and Peter drove out fast. Though when he hit the expressway, they slowed down to a crawl.
âFuck I hate LA traffic,â Peter growled out.
âWow, this is bad,â Diane said from the back seat.
âItâs normal honey. Get it every day.â
âGod, â she gushed out.
âYeah, this is California. The seventh largest economy in the world, a broke state, and traffic like this. You wouldnât think it, huh?â
âNo way. But Iâm kinda horny,â Diane announced.
âCanât do nothing right now babe. Take care of your brother if you have to,â Peter announced.
Diane looked at Ray who smirked. The zipper went down and his soft cock came out. With Dianeâs strong suction, she had his staff engorging with blood, standing proudly before her face in under a minute. âGod, I love this thing,â she whispered and sucked him down to the root.
âShit,â Ray hissed, feeling his thick shaft down his sisterâs throat. Peter adjusted the rear view mirror and giggled.
âThatâs a mean cock youâre takinâ kiddo.â
Diane pulled her head off the throbbing cock, thick spittle dripping. âDonât I know it. Itâs a real monster. And heâs the only one to make me cum.â
âReally?â
Ray smiled broadly. âShe likes âem big, I guess.â
âThen you and I are brothers. She sure likes mine.â
Ray laid his head back on the leather headrest and let Diane suck him into heaven.
She gurgled a bit but didnât spill a drop of her brotherâs life giving offering. With a wet kiss on his spongy head Diane sat back and climbed onto the seat.
âAll done?â
âFor now,â Diane said, smirking.
Peter made some violent moves with the road hugging sedan and soon they pulled up to a home on the ocean. The garage door opened and the car pulled in.
Diane reached for the door. âDonât get out till the door closes honey. Nosey neighbors.â
Once the garage door was closed everyone exited.
Peter was gracious and led them into his airy home. The rear wall was all window, offering a breathtaking view of the ocean surf.
All three stood at the glass and peered out. âWow,â Diane sighed.
âYeah. Itâs nice. Private beach too.â
âReally?â Ray asked.
âYep. You could streak across that sand and no one would know, but me, I guess. You game honey?â
Diane blushed. âUm, well, I donât know.â
âSheâs a bit different,â Ray added.
âOh?â Peter said, arching an eyebrow. âHow so?â
Diane gave Ray a harsh look. âMaybe later,â she offered. âSo whereâs this good shit you got?â
Peter laughed, ushered