The Sin Twins: Wonder Twin Powers - Sex Stories

The Sin Twins: Wonder Twin Powers

... arousal making the other horny, then feeding back to and increasing the other’s kinky needs. Both Tina and Tara were acutely aware of this, but neither of them ever felt the need to voice it. It simply was and had always been so.

On that enchanted evening, their game began, anew. Tara, dolled up to look like hot, wet sex on two sexy legs, was out for pure, sexual revenge. Nothing but the wildest, horniest, dirtiest raunchiness she could manage would suffice. The way the horny blond saw it, Tina was responsible for her loss; Tara had herself back into the proper, naughty mindset before her twin barged in, ruining everything.

With that in mind, she sat in her car, in the parking lot of a notorious nightclub and bar, fingering herself into extreme arousal, ready to begin their new game. She’d even carefully selected the locale to ensure that she’d get more than enough lusty attention. No more pretending to be looking for a boyfriend or girlfriend this time around; Tara was out to get brutally fucked in the dirtiest, most perverted ways she could. The place she’d chosen was a well-known pick-up bar.

Tara intentionally walked with exaggerated steps, making her braless boobs bounce and sway. The slinky, shining material of her thin, slutty halter rubbed against her swollen nipples, making them tingle. Her round, full hips swayed back and forth, hypnotic in their horny enticement. Although she wore panties, a skimpy, black thong, her perfect ass jiggled, ever so slightly, ...

... making cocks erect and mouths drool. Her cantering saunter provoked the desired response; before she’d even entered the somewhat sleazy nightclub, she’d been propositioned twice.

The club, named Go Getters, was notorious for its tacky interior, hearkening back to the days when people said words like, “Swanky,” as well as the clientele primarily going there to hook up for casual, sexual encounters. It was the perfect choice, and the parking lot denizens didn’t disappoint. The interior, although modern, was reminiscent of the swinging singles stereotypes, only more flamboyant and overt. It was dimly lit, smelled of cheap cologne and stale booze, and the multicolored lighting cast an almost ethereal glow over the patrons.

In the center, a large dance floor, a Disco throwback with its lit floor and flashing, whirling lights overhead, was crowded with reveling drunkards, some of them with others, many of them alone. Rows of grungy tables lined the dance floor, a few, smaller ones off in the corners. Multiple bars, seemingly without a coherent theme, lined various portions of the walls. Two garishly painted doors, labeled Stags and Vixens, occupied the middle of the far wall, double-hinged doors beside the Vixens one leading to the kitchen.

The patrons of the club were a typical cross-section of urbanites. Ranging in age from their early twenties into their late thirties, plus a few more elderly ones playing the field, the place did little to hide the fact that it was a ...