Preface
What follows is a story of excess. It's raunchy, incestuous, and parts of it are downright depraved. But thankfully, it's my story, and it's a representation of the dirty visions that are playing in my head. But before you continue on to my "dirty, word movie," know this: I'm not an editor, and I'm not and English major. That's no excuse for laziness but I do try and write everything I write good (yes, I know). So, if you're not bothered by some incorrectly placed punctuation, or maybe even a mistake or two, or three, or more, depending on how drunk I am, please enjoy, and please vote and comment. I love the feedback!
As far as a part two... Well I don't rightly know... But for now, just enjoy the goddamn story!
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I
Lena Denson, 45yo, white female, 5'06, 135lbs, 34Bx27x37; brown eyes, and short, spiky hair was bored was ready to go home after being at work less than an hour. She worked the graveyard shift, and since it was a Tuesday night, she was sure that the hours were going to move as quickly as the hot dog rollers that were sweating juices from weenies at that very moment not two feet from her. She was working with Tawny Hobbs, 28yo white female, 5'02, 160lbs, 38Dx38x48, with blue eyes, and long, mid-back length hair that she regularly bleached blonde. She had a pretty face, and a decent enough personality.
Usually, when Lena and Tawny work together, and it's a slow night, they fooled around. Nothing too hot and heavy, but on a few occasions, they would each go down on each other in the back room. Each time Tawny ravaged Lena with her mouth, all she could think was that it was definitely better than the way her ex-husband did it. But then again, he never ate her out to begin with. Lena shivered as her thoughts washed over her, stimulating and moistening her pussy. She loved the taboo of the whole situation, and the added risk of getting caught. Tawny was the first woman that Lena had ever been with, and when Tawny put her mouth on Lena's clit for the first time almost two years ago, she was hooked!
Lena and Tawny were not just coworkers and lovers. They were also close friends. So close that they had each had told the other their deepest and darkest secrets; things that they've never told another living soul. Lena told Tawny about her abusive husband, as well as the occasional lascivious thoughts she would sometimes find herself having about her son, Hank, who had just turned 18, and her daughter Haley, Hank's twin sister. Tawny, being the honest to goodness deviant slut that she was, told Lena that she thought her incestuous thoughts were hot, and even admitted to masturbating to the thought of all of them together. She told Lena on several occasions that she thought that her son and daughter were hot, and that if given the opportunity, she'd fuck them both. Tawny's tawdry statements would usually lead to Lena calling her a "kinky whore," or something along those lines, to which Tawny would often reply, "I know."
Tawny Hobbs truly was a slut. She was a slut from a long line of sluts. She loved being a slut. She loved dick and she loved pussy, and she could not get enough of either no matter how hard she tried. Some nights it was with just one person; other nights it was with many. She was bisexual, obviously, and she enjoyed both men and women equally. She loved swallowing cum, and she loved having her ass fucked. She even loved having a cock in all three of her holes at the same time. She had participated in orgies, gangbangs, and even an evening of bukkake with a close friend. That was one of her favorite nights, actually. All of this, she has told Lena, and Lena does not judge her, and while she enjoys hearing about her experiences, she couldn't imagine ever engaging in such scandalous things. She was satisfied with just her fantasies.
On the particularly boring Tuesday night that the two of them were working together, Tawny had goaded Lena into telling her again about her incestuous fantasies, requesting that she be as specific as possible. Lena did her best to accommodate her by telling the fantasy that reoccurred in the devious recesses of the most private parts of her mind. It was a very vivid image that Lena had told Tawny about. An image of her face in between her Haley's firm thighs while Hank pummeled her from behind. Each time she would tell Tawny about one of her fantasies, Tawny would either end up with her hand in her panties, or the two would end up in the back room so Tawny could latch onto Lena's clit. Sometimes they would even follow the other home.
This Tuesday night was different though... It was different because Andy had come in. Andy was 19, wet behind the ears, constantly horny, and since he was off that night and not the least bit tired, he decided to go by the Stop-Shop to see what his two favorite "in the middle of nowhere convenience store clerks" were up to on this balmy, August night. He also stopped by to see if maybe tonight was the night that he was going to get to opportunity to fuck one of them, or both of them if he was really lucky. He had known that the two of them sometimes fooled around in the store, and he was hoping that maybe they'd include him in some of the after midnight fun.
The clock on his car radio read 01:30 when he pulled up to the Stop-Shop, and before he walked in, he dabbed cologne all over himself before swaggering into the convenience store, already sporting a semi. He saw Tawny at the counter, looking down at her phone. She was wearing a blue shirt that was low-cut, and showed off as much of her cleavage that she could get away with showing at work. She looked up, and smiled when Andy walked in.
Andy has been coming into the Stop-Shop for months now, and for months he's been flirting with both Tawny, and Lena; and both Tawny and Lena has told each other on several occasions that they'd like to see what he was packing, and how he used it; but it was just too fun to tease him. They talked about it every time he left the store though; about turning him out, especially Lena, who was old enough to be his mother. Andy walked around the store, pretending that he was going to buy something. All three of them knew why he was there though. He was there to flirt, and that was likely all he was going to do.
"Hey Andy," Tawny said in a sultry voice. "What brings your fine ass in here this late?"
"Oh... Not much... Just bored and thought I'd take a little ride. Guess I just ended up here. Where's Lena?" Andy approached the counter and leaned against it, stealing glances at Tawny's cleavage, which was proudly on display.
"She's in the back doing inventory. It's been slow as hell tonight, and the two of us have been going crazy trying to find something to do so... Lena decided to work while I played around on my phone. Hell, you're our first customer of the night!"
"Damn, that sucks," said Andy, still stealthily looking at the dark crevice between Tawny's pale, fleshy globes.
Tawny knew that he was staring at her tits, so she bent over the counter to give him a better look. "Well, at least you're here." She winked at him and a mischievous grin stretched across her pretty face.
"Hey Lena," she yelled. "Andy's here."
"Ok," Lena shouted back. "Hey Andy!"
"Hey," he said.
