I soon got into a pattern with Olivia and her Mum, Rose. I was sleeping with Olivia, post getting on the pill, most weekends, leaving school days clear. Her Mum was a less regular visitor, usually when Olivia was on sleepovers or school jaunts. The arrangements worked well and still left opportunities for me to expand my sexual circle from the university "talent pool".

One day, Rose came to see me to tell me about her sister. I was surprised as I didn't even know she had one. Her elder sister was called Helen and had a daughter of her own called Jazmine (yes, with a "Z"). Jazmine was about to get married in Evesham to a chap called Joe.

It was nice family history, but I wondered where it was all going. I was clearly being naive as she stopped the story abruptly and looked at me.

"I'd like you to come with me!"

I was dumbfounded. I responded with a very eloquent, "Errrrrrr."

I couldn't think of any suitable reply, except I remember saying I hadn't got a suit as she moved towards me. She got on her knees, unzipped me, and took my cock into her mouth. She proceeded to give me quite an awesome blow job, alternating between licking me along the veins of my cock, deep sucking, and taking my balls fully into her mouth. With such a talented cock-sucker I quickly reached a crescendo as I released an enormous load of my cum into the back of her mouth.

She looked me in the eye, opened her mouth to show me my cum on her tongue, then slowly raised her head and swallowed.

"I'm sure they'll be plenty more of that in Evesham," she said with a wickedly lecherous smile.

So that was it. I was caught. Hook, line, and sinker.

The dreaded day dawned. We were to drive to Evesham in Rose's Range Rover, with Olivia and Helen the day before the wedding. We were to meet up with her daughter Jazmine, who was making her own way there. Olivia and I were in the back seat, and we flirted and occupied the journey with some light fondling.

The hotel was lovely. Cotswold stone, oak-paneled staircase, gorgeous garden, maze, library, billiards room, koi pond, and sumptuous rooms.

We made our way to the reception, and Rose started to check in. Helen was staying in a twin room with her daughter, who had already checked in. She asked me to help her with her luggage. I gallantly made my way with her to the car to get her bags. I hadn't really taken much notice of her but now realised she was very similar to Rose in appearance. However, despite being older she took a lot more care of her appearance. She was slimmer, her complexion was better, and her clothes far more modern than those of her sister. Her hair was fair, well cut, and gave her a young girlish look.

My idle thoughts were cut short as we reached room twenty-seven. A knock on the door elicited no response, but the door was unlocked and we entered an empty room. I lay the case on the floor and started to make my exit. But before I could go, Helen called for me to stay.

"Look, it's my dress for tomorrow," she said. "I'm going to try it on. You can tell me how it looks."

I sat down on the bed, expecting her to decamp to the ensuite to change. But instead, she removed her top, and skirt, exposing her matching white lacy pants and bra. I took in the sight and admired her sexy body.

At that moment, her daughter entered the room.

"What the fuck is going on here?" she said, closely followed by "Who the fuck are you?"

Helen quickly explained, which seemed to calm Jazmine down. Helen told her daughter to show her the wedding dress, which precipitated both women stripping down to their underwear. In Jazmine's case, this turned out to be black panties only, as she wore no bra. Her tits were exquisite, shapely, perky, and a pair I would love to suck.

I offered to vacate the room, but they both said "no" almost simultaneously. I lay back and enjoyed the show, fully aware of the "tent" in my shorts. To my eyes, both dresses looked spectacular, and after ten minutes of mutual adoration, both women got undressed again, carefully hanging their dresses for the big day tomorrow.

Helen, back in the bra and panties outfit turned her attention to me.

"This poor lad seems to have a hard-on," she said. "Perhaps I should help?"

Her daughter laughed as Helen rubbed my cock through my shorts. I reached up and cupped her breast, enjoying the feel of her tits. My cock was freed from captivity and the hand job was quickly followed by a blow job. With her head down in my crotch, I was able to reach over and unclip her bra and fondle both breasts unhampered. Her daughter looked at the sight of her mother with my cock deep in her mouth. She was still walking around topless and I was transfixed with the sight before me.

Without warning, Jazmine now joined her mother on the bed and muscled in with the blow job. They took turns sucking me and I lay back in deep, unadulterated bliss.

Helen was the first to stop as she stood and removed her panties. Her pussy was completely clean-shaven. She climbed upon the bed and straddled my face. She lowered her pussy to my face and I wasted little time before I started to lick her. She ground her pussy on my face and in return I pushed in deep with my tongue into her pussy.

Jazmine continued to do a fine job with my cock in her mouth, but I couldn't see her as my face was covered by Helen's nether region. Helen said something, but I couldn't hear. Disappointingly, Jazmine stopped sucking me. I couldn't see, but she must have removed her panties and then impaled herself on my cock. The feel of her hot, tight, wet pussy around my cock was almost as good as her mouth. Helen had moved slightly and allowed me access to her clit, which I licked and sucked. Suddenly my face was drenched as she squirted a massive shower over my face. Jaz was building up a steady rhythm, riding my cock energetically. The noises of pleasure from both girls were getting louder and louder.

Helen came first and shouted out as the orgasm sent waves of pleasure through her body. She dismounted from my face which was soaking wet from the emissions from her cunt. I was able to see Jaz ride me with six or seven final thrusts. I reached my own orgasm and filled her cunt with a big load of my sperm. Jaz fell forward onto my chest and we kissed. Deeply. Passionately. Perhaps she'd decided on one final lusty encounter before settling into a life of marital fidelity. No, I didn't think so, either!

As she eventually rolled off me, Helen, still naked, moved and took my cock into her mouth. Cleaning my cock of my and her daughter's combined sex juices.

"Perhaps you should marry him, not Joe," Helen said, laughing.

I took a quick shower, (Helen insisted on joining me), dressed, and made my shaky way back to reception.

"Shit!" I thought. "I haven't even met the bridesmaids yet!"

I finally made it back to find Rose and Olivia. A problem with our booking meant we had all been allocated just one twin room. It was quite spacious, with a double and single bed. But it was clear that Mum and Daughter couldn't decide who was to sleep where.

I sorted the issue by taking the single bed and told Rose and Olivia to share the double. Neither looked happy, but peace was restored. I sent them out for a walk and I had a snooze before our pre-wedding dinner in the hotel restaurant.

I slept soundly until the two of them returned to the room, their "walk" stretching the entire distance from room to the bar. They both had showers and changed for dinner, and I once again enjoyed the sight of naked women strolling around the room. Finally, it was my turn and we all left for a pre-dinner drink.

Rose took me aside and furtively asked what happened with her sister and Jaz. I said nothing, that I just helped with their wedding outfits. She gave me a knowing smile, but nothing more was said that night.

We were joined by two bridesmaids for dinner, two delightful friends of Jaz. With me and six girls, I felt like the Maharaja of Delhi and his harem. As dinner concluded we made our way to the bar. I chatted with both the bridesmaids, but one took my eye in particular. She was a fiery redhead with a gorgeous sexy body, hourglass figure, and a sassy mouth. We slipped away from the party at ten, made our way to her room, and made good use of her double bed.

We stripped each other and we took turns licking and sucking each other, with particular focus on my cock, my balls, and my ass hole (for me) and her tits and nipples, her clit and pussy, and her ass (for her). After all of this oral stimulation, she pushed me onto her back, and for the second time that day, my cock was ridden, in a more frantic manner than before. She couldn't keep it up, so I took over, lay her on her back, raised her legs over my shoulders, and guided my cock into her waiting cunt.

"Fuck me hard," was all I needed to hear, as I thrust hard and deep.

I started slowly, steadily increasing the tempo as I fucked her delicious cunt. I don't know if the drink affected me, but it took quite a while for me to explode, filling her vagina with my spunk. We collapsed. Exhausted. I took ten minutes for recovery, used her bathroom to wash my cock and other bits, then dressed.

She still lay there, dozing but not completely asleep. I kissed her forehead and told her I needed to get back.

The five girls were still in the bar and questioned me as to where Chloe the bridesmaid and I had gone. I said she was feeling tired and I had put her to bed. They didn't seem to believe me, but I said nothing further and soon the conversation moved on.

It didn't take long until last orders were called. Nobody wanted another drink so we all made our way to bed, me with Rose and Olivia. We were all tired and slept soundly in our own beds.

At around five Olivia joined me in my bed. We started with a quiet soixante-neuf, and then I fucked her as we "spooned". We cuddled for ten minutes, then she went back to the double bed with her Mum. The wedding wasn't until two in the afternoon. I wasn't too sure what to do but eventually decided to get up and take an early morning walk. I circled the extensive gardens and returned to have a cup of tea and a little light breakfast (a champagne breakfast was scheduled for eleven). I sat on the patio and waited. I guessed that someone would want some "company" this morning. I sat and pondered who it might be.

After about thirty minutes (and a second cup of tea), I heard high-heel footsteps approaching me from behind. I tried to maintain my forward look, but I couldn't resist seeing who it was. I turned slowly, and a smile lit up as I realised who it was......