Anything else would be foolish

Getting over their awkwardness regarding sharing a woman in that way, and deciding that it was only fair that each brother would enter the orifice on her body that they had not yet used, the brothers went to work, placing Thyra back in the bed.
First, Boris sat down in bed and lifted Thyra onto him, pressing her downwards, his cock going in the other direction, up her ass.
Thyra laid on Boris’ massive torso, her firm legs spread as far apart as possible as Zulu grabbed hold of her thighs and then let his cock slip past her slick vaginal lips.
Beginning slowly, the two boys worked up a joint pace, so that their cocks worked Thyra like two well-synched pistons, pumping deep into her at an ever-increasing rate.
Boris and Zulu meanwhile, both felt that draining feeling, as if Thyra’s holes were milking their cocks; had they been able to compare, they would have seen that Thyra was making sure that the two brothers were approaching climax at an equal pace.
Gasping and panting, the two brothers finally came after five minutes or so of fucking Thyra like that, Zulu’s first jet of cum enough to bring Thyra with them to climax.
But instead of ending after the usual amount of time, even though in larger quantities than what any of them was used to, this time the two brothers just kept on spraying jets of cum into Thyra, however the time-frame between the jets was longer than usual.
“Zulu!” Thyra shouted between gasps.
The thin, young man looked at her, his face a clear indicator of how confused he was at that moment.
“Zulu, pull your cock out and placed it between my tits!” Thyra told him, and Zulu was happy to comply, sliding out of her drenched, over-flowing cunt, jets of semen still pulsing out of his member.
As Zulu slid out, Thyra got off Boris and landed on the mattress, Zulu eagerly placing his penis between her firm, massive orbs, Thyra immediately pushing them together and rubbing them against Zulu’s rigid cock.
Boris meanwhile, was rubbing his cock over Thyra’s angelic face, covering the skin in his semen before smearing in her lips with his salty fluid. Finally, he slid it into Thyra’s mouth, so that she could suck it like a lollipop.
As their ejaculations came to a halt, the two brothers collapsed in the cum- and sweat drenched bed.
Thyra, who realized that she could now at least remember her name, got up and grabbed the robe the boys had dressed her in, deciding not to ruin it by putting it on before she got cleaned up.
She kissed each of the brothers on their foreheads, and then walked out the door, eager to get to Gordor and find a way to bring back her memory.
She already had a strong notion that doing so would involve a lot of sex.