When they had me naked, they stood flanking me. From that moment until the time came to leave, I did not wear a thread of clothing. In some ways, that conversation was as stimulating intellectually as any of the sexual acts were physically, and I came away with my head buzzing with new ideas and concepts I couldn’t wait to consider. But no, both of them attacked with gusto, mouths slavering at my openings. With a final thrust, he delivered his thick, creamy semen into the depths of my anus. This time, it was slower, more studied. He really was as strong and muscular as she said, and that sense of power between my legs was a fantastic change from the boys and girls I was screwing with otherwise. Like some kind of complicated steam-age carriage clock pendulum, they set up a rhythm of penetration that somehow eliminated awkward fumblings while simultaneously maintaining their balance upright and carrying my entire weight, a large part of which must have been easing back and forth on their shafts.
