It took several months of planning, design, permits, and the like, but Club Cuir was finally coming together. The Tracy's bought an ultra modern 6 bedroom Chateu about an hour upstate. It was on a large wooded piece of land to ensure complete privacy, while also providing the essence of modern luxury the members of Club Cuir were to expect. A dance floor, heated swimming pool, and several play rooms with plenty of equipment and soft spaces for action to take place. The Tracy's already had a rolodex of deviant, successful women who would join the club, and they created a democratic system where the members would vote on new members. They figured if the rich men could make country clubs for golf, they could do it for perverted lesbian orgies.
After a long day of prep work for the opening, the Tracys are beat. Both women take a break on a couch in the dance area, wearing tight black shiny leggings and a white blouse with some pumps. Their version of "dressing down". Veronica follows, holding a clipboard. Her satin purple blouse tucked into her short leather skirt, with some strappy heels to complete her look. She pulls up a barstool across from the Tracy's and crosses her long legs while going through the list.
"Dungeons are equipped, beverages are stocked, linens are in place, I think we got everything on the list."
"Good, because I'm beat. We've been doing this since 8am."
"I haven't worked this hard in... well ever." Tracey realizes. In order to maintain secrecy, the twins convinced some of their closest club members to help with the organization of the club, which left a lot of labor to be done.
Traci stares at Veronica's crossed legs. "There's nothing sexier than how Veronica crosses her legs."
Veronica notices the twins enter into almost horny trance, while rubbing their dicks through their shiny leggings. "Did you two have your morning romp?"
The Tracy's realize "No, actually, we had to get up too early."
"We haven't had sex all day!"
"No wonder people have issues in their sex lives, they're too busy working!"
"Well, that and you're both certified nymphomaniacs." Veronica corrects them.
"This coming from a woman who gets wet I merely touch my sister's leg, like this." Traci caresses Tracey's leg.
"Speaking of your identical women fetish, how's your mothers?" Tracey states, slowly getting closer to her sister.
"Getting bored on the cruise." Veronica replies, slowly unbuttoning her blouse.
"They fucked all the available women I assume. You must be jealous." Tracey states, while both twins unbutton their leather pants.
"Do you like hearing about me and my mothers?" Veronica notices the twin's rock hard cocks. "I take that as a yes."
"You have a thing for identical women, we have a thing for mothers and daughters."
"Wishful thinking I take it?" Veronica spreads her legs. No panties for this woman.
"To say the least." Traci states, while stroking her sister's cock, leaning back while her sister strokes hers.
"I never told you how we discovered each other."
"There's a story to that?"
"Of course there is. I didn't just start fucking my mothers out of nowhere." Veronica laughs.
"I mean..."
"That's how we kinda started off."
Veronica smiles and rolls her eyes. "Not everyone is blessed with the confidence you two have."
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2008
Betsy and Bianca Hasley, the brunette vixens behind the all-lesbian adult company Chick Films, were on set for their latest title "Band Bitches 7", watching the rocker lesbian orgy finale take place on a stage while the camera women and directer film the scene. The 40-ish year old twins looked like they belonged in the fray, wearing tight shiny leggings, high heeled rocker boots covered in zippers and chains, tight white t-shirts and leather motorcycle jackets, and truth be told they wish they could.
"This is getting me so fucking hot." Betsy whispers to Bianca.
"Let's have a quickie in the bathroom?" Bianca whispers.
"We put the PA on bathroom monitoring after Devon was caught shooting up in there."
"Fuck, that's right." Bianca's annoyed. Between dealing with her company, and Veronica, she and her sister haven't had sex in a week, and it's driving her bonkers.
"Cut!" The director calls out. "That's a wrap girls!"
The crew and talent begin to pack up. Back to work for the twins.
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Out on the streets of LA, Bianca's driving their shared BMW, while Betsy texts. She looks at her identical sister, biting her lower lip. Fuck, it's been too long, and they look good today. The twins were aging gracefully. Smart enough to avoid smoking and too much sun, which was quite a feat in the 80's and 90's, the twins looked more 30 than 40.
Bianca can't take it anymore. She finds a We Vibe in her secret compartment under the seat, and unzips her pants. Betsy looks up from her phone. "What are you doing?"
"I'm still so fucking horny from the shoot."
"But you're driving."
"It's the only time we have alone anymore." Bianca pushes in the clit stimulator and turns on the vibration.
"Doesn't look like you need me for this."
"Oh yes I do." She hands over the remote.
Betsy grins. "You wanna fuck me?"
"Fuck yeah I do. It's been too long, babe."
The vibrator turns off. "Hey, what are you -- OHHH!" Betsy puts it on full blast. "Not so much, I... I still have to drive."
"I thought you could handle it." Betsy pouts.
"We're going in the hills. The... curves." Bianca is really getting off on this.
Betsy leans over, her mouth right on Bianca's ear. "Well I wouldn't want to distract you then." She grabs her sister's crotch, pushing the vibe in, licking her ear and neck. "You should keep your eye on the road."
"You fucking bitch, I love you. I want to cum so bad."
It isn't easy, but Bianca makes it through the curves, approaching the driveway to their large Hollywood Hills home. Bianca parks, turns off the car, and is about to maul her sister with pent-up passion...
"Hey Moms!"
