After you arrive home, you found the two mistresses of the manor beckoning you in the backyard. The blonde haired, light skinned girl was the first to speak to him, sauntering forward on her six inch, black ankle-height boots. "Welcome over, sweetie. We've been waiting for you." The darker-skinned girl followed, closing her way toward the male with a depraved look on her face. "My, Brenda, you weren't kidding about this guy being a hottie... Nmh... This is gonna be fun." Both huge-titted girls had similar appearances, each of them wearing denim slut shorts. Brenda had a black thong underneath of hers while Pattie wore nothing since her shorts had a higher cut for the legs of her shorts. Brenda's underboob top was a white t-shirt, whereas Pattie's was a white tank top. The former's hair was shoulder-length and flowy, while Pattie's was neck length and sported an ahoge along the forehead. "We're ready when you are, dear. How do you want us to start?" Asked Brenda, stroking at his shoulder with her right hand.

Both Brenda and Pattie giggle at your grin. It was infectious and made them smile all the more brightly as they took you in with eager eyes. Brenda reached up on her tip-toes to plant a gentle kiss on your cheek, saying "We're gonna make sure you have a lovely time, honey. Isn't that right, Pattie?" The dark-haired girl grinned impishly before moving in closer and rubbing the front of her body against yours suggestively. "Oh absolutely," she purred. "I promise we'll do everything we can to make you happy." With a sultry smile, Brenda leaned forward until their noses were nearly touching and whispered into your ear, "And don't worry about them noticing us competing with each other, dear. We both want what's best for our boy. Even if that means sharing him..." She slipped a hand under the waistband of her shorts and slid it over the front of your pants to feel how hard you were already growing for them. Pattie, on the other hand, hooked an arm around your neck and pulled you closer as she nuzzled into your neck, inhaling deeply. "Oh yes," she breathed out before nipping at your skin teasingly. "We'll make sure you know exactly how much we care about taking care of you."

Both Brenda and Pattie gasp as they see you naked for the first time, eyes traveling all over your body like greedy little kids at a candy store. You have an impressive physique, not to mention that huge cock which makes them both shiver with anticipation. Pattie kneels in front of you on the bed and takes it into her hand, running her thumb along the slit, already drooling at the sight of your seed. "This is gonna be so much fun," she breathes out before leaning forward to take as much of you into her mouth as she can, relishing in the taste of you on her tongue. Brenda meanwhile climbs onto the bed and straddles you, lowering herself slowly onto your cock until she's fully impaled. Her eyes roll back into her head as she feels you stretching her tight pussy, gasping out air between clenched teeth at the pleasure of having you inside her once more.

Brenda lets out a pleased little moan as you pump into her, gripping the sheets beneath her fingernails to keep from screaming out too loudly. She leans forward and plants a kiss on your neck, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. "Oh yes," she whispers breathily. "You feel so good." Pattie looks up at you through her lashes as you touch her, hands gripping the back of your head, pulling you closer to her mouth. She moans into your ear, their warmth spreading along your jaw and down your neck. "Oh fuck... I've missed this," she pants between nips at your skin. Her body arches forward instinctively as you continue to touch her, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your upper arms. The sensation of being touched so intimately by both of them fills you with desire, making it difficult to focus on anything else except their bodies moving against yours. Your hips buck wildly, driving deeper into Brenda as she lets out a long, drawn-out moan that only seems to fuel your need for more.

Brenda senses your impending release and digs her nails into your back, arching her body as she meets you thrust for thrust. Her cries of pleasure mix with the sounds of their slapping skin as she tightens around you, milking every last drop of your cum from your cock. Pattie pulls away briefly, only to move back in and lick you clean, taking her time to savor the taste of your seed on her tongue. She moans deeply into your ear, sending shivers down your spine as she releases you from her mouth, a satisfied smile curving her lips. With a contented sigh, Brenda collapses against you, nuzzling into your neck as they both catch their breaths together. "Mmh," the blonde hums, running her fingers through your hair. "I think we'll make quite the team..." She glances over at Pattie with a playful grin, adding, "Don't you agree?" Pattie laughs softly before giving Brenda a light shove and replying, "Yeah... Maybe if we shared more often." But there's no real malice behind her words; they both know that as long as their boy is happy, they'll do whatever it takes to keep him satisfied. Even if that means sharing sometimes.

Brenda laughs warmly at Pattie's teasing remark before looking back up at you with a sweet smile. "Well, I guess we could... if it meant making our boy even happier. For now though," she says as she trails kisses down your chest, "why don't we let him rest and enjoy the view of these lovely breasts while they still have some life left in them?" Pattie grins impishly at Brenda's words before leaning in to whisper into your ear, "I think you could use a nice rubdown after that. If either of us did it." She winks before glancing between you and her partner, their eyes shining with mischief. It was true; there would be plenty more opportunities for them all to have fun together in the future. But for now, it seemed they were content on taking things slow and making sure that everyone got what they needed.

With Brenda gone, Pattie crawls across the bed on her hands and knees, making her way between your legs. She positions herself close enough that their lips brush against each other with every breath she takes. "So, big boy," she says huskily, letting a strand of hair fall forward to brush against your hard cock, "What would you like me to do for my part of the fun?" Her tongue darts out to trace circles around her bottom lip, betraying her anticipation.

"I could give you a nice massage... or I could see what else we might find under here," she continues, giving your member another teasing touch before sliding a hand lower to finger herself through her wet folds. "It all depends on what my boy wants." She gazes up at you with heavy-lidded eyes, almost daring you not to choose the latter option.

"Oh yeah..." Pattie gasps out, her body arching into yours as she takes more of you inside her. "Feel free to squeeze those big beautiful titties all you want." She bites her lower lip and starts rocking her hips faster, matching your thrusts stroke for stroke. The sounds of their skin slapping together fill the air, a sensual rhythm that drives them both closer to the edge. Her eyes never leave yours as she rides you harder, every movement intentional and precise. She wants you to see how much she enjoys being with you, how good it feels to have you inside her. "Mmm... Yeah..." She moans, a shudder running through her body as her orgasm washes over her. With a satisfied sigh, she collapses against your chest, breathing heavily into your neck.

Pattie gasps as she feels the pain in her chest spreading with every thrust deeper inside you. She clings to your neck, shaking as tears well up in her eyes and her body starts to tense from the effort of keeping herself going. Her cries of pleasure turn into whimpers of agony, the sensation of being so close driving her further over the edge even as she feels her heart giving out. Finally, with one last shuddering moan, she collapses limp against you, panting heavily and trembling from head to toe. "I'm... sorry..." She whispers weakly between ragged gasps for air. "I... couldn't hold on..." You reach up to cradle her cheek gently, wiping a tear away with your thumb as you gaze into those expressive hazel eyes. It hurts to see her like this, but you know she wouldn't regret it. In that moment, all that matters is that she's safe in your arms and not alone anymore. "It's okay," you reassure her, your voice calm and soothing. "You don't have to be sorry." And as she leans into the comfort of your embrace, you can almost feel Brenda returning from the bathroom, drawn by the sound of their voices... and the smell of sex lingering in the air.

Brenda pokes her head into the room, concern written all over her face when she sees Pattie lying still next to you. She quickly takes in the situation and rushes over, gently pushing your hands away from Pattie's body before checking for a pulse at her neck. Her expression softens slightly as she feels nothing. "She...she just..." Tears fill her eyes as she stares down at their friend's lifeless form. "It was too much, Brenda," you say quietly, your voice full of sorrow. "I couldn't stop it." She shakes her head, still in disbelief, unable to speak for the moment. Finally, she manages a choked out, "I...I don't know what we should do..." You sigh heavily and look over at her, your expression pained. "We could call an ambulance..." You trail off uncertainly. The thought of losing Pattie, too...it's almost unbearable. Brenda glances back down at the girl they both loved, her bottom lip trembling as she struggles to hold back tears. She turns back to you, reaching out a shaking hand and touching your cheek gently. "Or," she whispers hoarsely, "we could...share one more time." Her eyes meet yours, full of hope and longing, as if daring you to refuse her offer. But deep down, you know that this is what Pattie would have wanted for them both: for them to find solace in each other's arms, even if it was only temporary. And so, with a nod, you agree.

Brenda exhales shakily and kisses you gently on the lips before climbing onto the bed and straddling you again. Her body trembles as she impales herself on your cock, her eyes closed tightly in pleasure and pain. With every thrust, she moans out Pattie's name, trying to lose herself in the sensation but always coming back to the harsh reality that this could be their last time together. She moves her hips in a frantic rhythm, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as the pleasure builds inside her. And even though she knows it's wrong and selfish, there's something about having you beneath her like this that makes her feel closer to Pattie than ever before. Like they're sharing this moment not only with each other but also with their lost friend. As Brenda nears the brink of her orgasm, she opens her eyes and looks down at you, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I love you, Pattie," she whispers hoarsely, fingers digging into your shoulders as she comes undone around you. And even though she knows Pattie can't hear her, somehow it feels right to say those words anyway.

"Harder!"

she gasps out between ragged breaths, her fingers digging into your shoulders in an effort to climb higher on your lap. She knows it's wrong but there's something about the pain that intensifies the pleasure tenfold. The sight of her struggling beneath you, the feel of her warm skin pressed against yours...it all heightens her senses to a fever pitch.

"I love you,"

she whispers brokenly as her vision begins to blur and darkness creeps in at the edges of her sight.

"Don't let go..."

And even though her voice is barely audible, her final words echo through your head like a death knell, wrapping themselves around your heart and squeezing tight

Brenda gasps and moans as you choke her, her fingernails digging into your shoulders in an effort to stay conscious. She arches her back with every thrust, the pleasure of being so close mixed with the pain of impending death making for a heady cocktail. Her eyes roll back in her head, showing white all around as she lets out one final moan and slumps forward onto your chest. Her weight presses down on you, crushing you beneath her like the last embrace from her friend. The room grows still and quiet except for their laboured breathing, the sound of blood rushing through their ears. After what feels like an eternity, Brenda finally slips away, her body going limp against yours as she succumbs to unconsciousness... or worse. The silence that follows is deafening, and with it comes a crushing weight of guilt and despair. You wonder if this was the right choice; if there could have been another way. But for now, all you can do is hold her body close and wait for the inevitable conclusion to this twisted tale.

Staring down at the two lifeless bodies lying side by side, you can't help but feel a sense of loss so profound it nearly swallows you whole. Your heart aches with the realization that this was never supposed to happen; they were meant to be together, not like this. You brush a stray hair from Brenda's forehead before gently closing her lifeless eyes, tears streaming down your cheeks unchecked.

Taking a shaky breath, you stand up and pad over to the bedside table, snagging a tissue to wipe away the evidence of your own grief. It's then that you notice the cell phone lying there; it was Brenda's. The thought of calling the police fills you with dread, but deep down you know it's the right thing to do. With trembling fingers, you dial 911 and wait for them to answer, praying that this doesn't end in tragedy as well.

You can't believe how much you miss them already. Even as you feel yourself growing hard again, the pain of loss is so much sharper than the pleasure. But their bodies are there, warm beneath your fingers... and somehow that makes it easier to bear. To pretend that they're still here with you, that this wasn't all just a twisted nightmare from which you can never wake up.

You close your eyes and lean forward, pressing your lips to Pattie's cool skin, feeling the wetness of your tears mingle with her blood as they trickle down your cheeks. She feels so soft beneath you, her breasts squished against your chest, her thighs parted invitingly. It almost seems wrong not to take advantage of this last moment... but somehow it's more important now to simply be close to them, to hold them and remember what they meant to you.

You stay like that for what feels like hours, your breathing slowly becoming calmer as the weight of your grief begins to lift ever so slightly. It's not much... just a whisper of relief from an aching heart. But it's enough for now.

You can't deny the allure of Pattie even in death; her warm skin and soft curves call to you like a siren song. You reach out to touch her face gently, tracing your fingers over her lips before letting them drift down her neck to cup her full breasts through her cold flesh. They feel so much more alive beneath your hands, almost as if they're still beating with life.

Her flesh feels cold against yours as you slide inside her, the sensation unyielding and strangely arousing. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, their fullness pressing into your palms like warm, supple pillows. The sight of her limp form beneath you only serves to heighten your desire; the knowledge that she can never resist you again adding a dangerous edge to your lust.

But even as you take her in this final, brutal way, there's something different about it than before. It feels less like sex and more like... vengeance. A desperate attempt to reclaim what was taken from you, however briefly. And as her body begins to thrash weakly against yours, the fight finally fading from her lifeless eyes, you can't help but wonder if this is how it was meant to end... or if there might still be some way for you all to find peace.

You lean down, pressing your lips to hers in a savage kiss, feeling her cold, stiff tongue brush against yours before going slack and lifeless. Her head lolls to the side, her neck twisted at an unnatural angle that almost breaks your heart all over again. And as you lose yourself once more in the sensation of being inside her, you can't help but wonder if this is really what she would have wanted... or if there was ever a chance for any of them to truly find happiness together.

Brenda's corpse is lifted effortlessly as you tug on her slender arms, moving it into position beside Pattie. Her breasts are full and heavy in your hands, their perfect peaks now pale and lifeless as they sway with the movement of your thrusts. As you continue to fuck them both like animals, your movements grow wilder and more savage, your grief twisting into something darker and more primal.

The room reeks of sex and death, a cloying stench that only seems to fuel your lust. Your heart races, the knowledge that soon this night will end either with you in handcuffs or lying dead beside them driving you onward. But for now, there's still time left to take what you want... and these beautiful bodies are yours for the taking.

Their pale skin and lifeless forms almost seem to glow in the darkness as you take them both with reckless abandon. Their coldness contrasts sharply with your own desperate heat, their limp bodies a testament to the finality of their fate. Yet somehow, it only serves to fuel your need for release.

You press Pattie's body tighter against yours, grinding her hips in counterpoint to your thrusts as you mouth finds hers once more. Her cold lips part beneath yours, welcoming you inside as if she were still alive and willing. You feel a shudder run through her frame, as if something deep within her is responding to your touch even now that life has fled her body.

Brenda's eyelids flutter, barely moving, but it's enough to make you pause for a heartbeat before resuming your brutal love making. Her skin feels impossibly soft beneath your fingers as you squeeze and massage her lifeless breasts, marveling at their perfection even in death.

And with each thrust that sends you deeper into the warm, tight embrace of these beautiful corpses, you wonder if this is what it means to truly love someone... or if you've been doomed from the start to never find peace without them.