Insatiable

With Kim and her father out of town for a few days and the boys filming schedule on temporary hiatus (due to said absence), Ann resigns herself to doing some long overdue chores around the house. After the usual dusting and vacuuming, she finds herself in the spare bedroom to do a bit of furniture rearranging. Most of it however, is far too heavy for one person to move…her only recourse is to call the boys in for help.

Ann: (yelling down the hallway) Boys! Can you come in here and help me for a minute?

The twins, sitting in their room editing video clips from the previous days shooting, look at one another and roll their eyes. 

Tim: Dude, I gotta get this b-roll up on the website. Go see what she wants.

Jim: Aww, man. C’mon. Last time she had me up in the attic for three hours looking for old baby clothes to give away to charity. You go do it. 

Tim: Ah’ right, fine. Rock, paper, scissors it is. 

After a quick round of roshambo, Jim trudges down the hallways to see what ‘torture’ Ann has in store for him. Just as he turns to enter the bedroom, Jim stops dead in his tracks, mouth agape, staring at Ann. Her back to him, bent over the back of an armchair, Ann grunts and heaves as she attempts to move it. With every shove Ann’s uber-tight miniskirt rides up her buttocks, exposing more and more of a pair of white, practically see-through, no-line panties. He can clearly see that she isn’t wearing a bra, her undulating breasts sneaking out the bottom of a tiny cropped-top t-shirt she'd stolen from Kim. 

A sly grin appears on Jim’s face as he silently slips across the room, unbuckling his pants as he goes. Reaching a completely unaware Ann, Jim drops his his pants to his ankles, quickly grabs her by the hips, and pushes his already fully engorged member into her thigh-gap. Ann shrieks in surprise, practically falling over the front of the chair as she flails her arms wildly.

Ann: Goddammit, Jim! You almost gave me fucking heart attack!

Jim: Uhhh, language, young lady.

Grabbing the arms of the chair, Ann attempts to straighten herself as she looks over her shoulder. Un-phased by her angry scowl, Jim reaches out and pushes her back down again. In one swift motion, Jim withdraws his member, pulls Ann’s undergarment aside, and inserts himself. Pushing past her labia, Jim thrusts himself upward and inward, stopping only when his hips are fully pressed against Ann’s butt cheeks. Her fingernails digging into the arms of the chair, Ann moans and quivers, slumping forward onto the back of the chair. Her angry expression quickly disappears, replaced by a wide-eyed ‘oh-face’ of surprised delight, feeling every swollen inch of his girthy length inside her.

Jim: So, what’d you need me for?

As Ann opens her mouth to respond, Jim begins to rotate his hips, pushing himself into her and withdrawing ever so slightly with every gyration. Ann let’s out a long, stuttering moan, her eyes squinting tightly shut. Pushing Ann’s miniskirt up and over her hips, Jim grabs the back of her panties, using them as a handle as he continues his slow, methodical circles inside her.

Jim: I’m sorry, what? I didn’t catch that..

Ann: I… I… Ohmygawd, I… I forg… I fuh-forget.

Tired of watching Kim getting plowed by a high school mascot over and over again, Tim pushes away from his computer and makes his way down the hallway, attracted by the familiar sounds of Ann in the throws of mid-coitus. Walking into the room, Tim and his twin exchange devilish smirks and a wink as they simultaneously give one another 'finger gun' hand gestures. Preoccupied with the huge length of manhood swiveling insider her, Ann is completely unaware that Tim is standing directly in front of her, unbuttoning his pants. 

Hearing the sound of rustling clothing, Ann's eyes flutter open, revealing another massive shaft mere inches from her face. As she opens her mouth to say something, Tim presses his manhood against Ann's lips, grabbing the back of her head as he does so. Half-glowering, half-smiling up at him in mock protest, Ann reaches up and grabs the base of Tim's enormous extremity.

Ann: Tim-oh-fee Pwah-suh-bull, don' shoo dware!

As if on cue, Jim suddenly withdraws his length, leaving his swollen head pressed against Ann's outer labia for a brief second, then quickly pushes the entirety of his shaft into her again...repeating the movement over and over again. Ann rolls her hips forward, all of her weight now resting on the back of the chair, the tips of her toes not quite touching the floor. Jim's rapid withdrawal causes her to open her mouth in a stuttering inhale, which Tim takes instant advantage of.

Pushing himself into her mouth, Tim doesn't stop until nearly all of his length passes Ann's lips. Protesting the sudden intrusion of his huge breadth, Ann's throat instantly begins to contract and spasm around him. Holding himself there for what seems like an eternity, Ann writhes and squirms, her eyes clinched tightly shut as her throat slowly relaxes. Beating her hand against his thigh, her face beat red, Tim withdraws, allowing Ann to take in a long, wavering inhale. 

Ann: Fuuhhh...!

Tim: Eh-Ehhh. Language, young lady.

Before she can utter a second syllable, Tim shoves his member back into her mouth, snickering as Ann looks up at him with the same half-smile on her face as before. Instead of pushing himself down her throat again, Tim begins to face-shag her, timing his insertions with the rhythmic sound of Jim and Ann's thighs slapping together. Ann, ever the oral virtuoso, vigorously strokes his shaft with every thrust while lightly sucking every time he withdraws.

An hour or more passes and the two young men haven't slowed down or faltered, not once. Driving Ann to near climax again and again, it's almost as if they are toying with her. Growing more and more frustrated, Ann pushes Tim away from her and then raises up, forcing Jim to pull out of her. Pushing her miniskirt over her hips and letting it and her ruined, stretched out panties fall to the floor, Ann grabs to bottom of Kim's wayward t-shirt and pulls it over her head, flinging it across the room.

Looking down, Ann smiles and giggles in amusement. Both boys, so caught up in their endeavors, still have their pants around their ankles. Grabbing them both by the hand, she guides them across the room, laughing as they both do 'The Jerk' walk. Climbing onto the bed on her hands and knees, she looks over her shoulder eyeing the two slightly bewildered boys with a sultry smirk.

Ann: Now, lose the pants...and fuck me like you mean it.

Both boys begin to tell her to watch her language, but are immediately cut off when Ann holds up a single finger as if to say stop. She then vigorously points at them individually and then points at her butt, mouthing ‘now’ silently.

Jim: (whispering) Jesus, man…she’s insatiable.

Tim: (whispering, shaking his head) Gawd, this is gonna be a long day.

Ann: (grinning devilishly) I’m sorry, what? I didn’t quite catch that. 

Yeah, I know, I know....I reused the pose from a coupla weeks ago. I couldn't help myself. :P :D

Original Art by Gagala

Edits by Phillipthe2