Oonagh and Maeve, Two Sisters

Maeve and Oonagh Delaney had always been close siblings, but all of that had been changing as the night went on.

Maeve and Oonagh had long harbored crushes on Barnie, something they each swore off pursuing for the sake of one another. But then the food, drink, and music started to take effect.

Barnie had never felt so invigorated, finding his mouth often caught between two women, the feel of their three bodies grinding against one another on the dance floor. Fingers teased at the edges and seams of clothing, hands felt through fabric to feel firmness and sizes of one another features, and while words hadn't discussed it, their body language had more than conveyed the growing urgency to feel one another. To do more than dance, touch and feel.

The Delaney sisters had just returned from the washroom. High stake negotiations about replacing their longtime deal. They were eager to both get hold of some cock, and Barnie would get to choose. The other would sit back, and wait. Oonagh secretly planning to watch at least if she wasn't picked.

Rushing back into the reception the music gave way to the Bride and Groom speaking to the room. Cheering as Heather asked if they wanted to see her get fucked they both felt drawn further back to Barnie as the sensations the married couple were feeling began to drift out across the room.

As they stood in their knee length dresses, swaying slightly at the sensations over coming Heather their hands began to passively wander. Moesha wove gently through the crowd, Jenna had already taken a head start going over to the paused gang bang at the bar, while Moesha enjoyed walking through the proverbial garden of souls.

Eyeing the harvest they were about to reap.

There were those fully ripe for the picking, dresses tugged out of the way, or sex acts recently on display.

And those that needed a little coaxing. Cut dress straps, hands guided to others bodies.

The Delaney's were among them.

As Heather and Jason’s pleasure resonated and mounted in everyone enthralled or not in the room Moesha eyed the sisters up. Circling them she admired their figures, toned athletic bodies, with signs of corruption manifesting. Plump lips ready to suckle any tit, clit, or cock. Cleavage threatening to spill free from containment, aided by recent movements to press it up higher in the dresses. Likely to come off as more alluring. Then there were their asses, straining at the seams of their dresses there was already evidence of them riding up, the developing flare of their hips and filling of their asses forcing the restrictive garment to rise against the gravity and flesh that held it.

“Too bad you both aren’t sex demons. Then you could sleep with anyone.” Moesha teased in a sultry voice, her hands gently guiding the entranced siblings to look upon each other. The older one was biting her lip, as she drifted her gaze between the married couple and her sister.

Gazing around the room Moesha admired the body language and shifts in the crowd. Some simply drifting back from the stage, and often away from others near them. Their soulful guards obviously still up, something of little concern as the Idol's minions were already dispersed to cease any escape.

Most were shifting closer, towards each other and away from the doors. Their minds and bodies eager to submit to what was coming.

Oonagh and Maeve drifted ever closer with their faces, their eyes gazing only upon one other thing other than the stage and each other.

Maeve moaned out feeling the straps of her dress snap free, Moesha’s fading glimmer being put to use. As one clawed hand freed Maeve's chest, the other scratched down the back seam beneath the back zipper of Oonagh,,’s dress. Cutting just enough for the threads to give way, fabric parting as flesh spilled free.

Moaning in response to the liberating sensation of their clothes parting as they felt the rigorous fucking at the head table their lips finally met.

Slow, passionate dazed kisses, hands drifting the now enclosed divides between their bodies. Maeve was enjoying the sultry haze of pleasure she knew was also washing over her sister.

As they both gasped in surprise as Heather’s ass being penetrated they looked to the stage in amazement. Maeve's finger teasing Oonagh's ass as a compliment to the feel of the couple fucking before the room.

As Oonagh leveled a surprised and accusatory gaze at Maeve she pinched one of her sister’s exposed nipples, moving both her hands to fondle the exposed B cups.

As they felt Jason begin to double penetrate Heather they both watched in fascination at the tails, their minds struggling to question what they were seeing. Managing to question little more than wonder at what they were seeing.

“Do you like what you see?” Moesha asked having been circling them in enjoyment of the entranced duos decent. Her sultry voice resonated with their corrupt minds, their only capable responses a series of moans and whimpers as they felt the married couple's orgasm near.

“You just have to give up your souls to get it.” Moesha added, before slipping off towards the bar, sensing the room’s pause coming to an impending sudden end… Heather and Jason manifesting fully into their now demonic forms, their cumming surging through the audience.

"Be Free!" Heather's voice cried out, the crowd her words resonating through all present.