Mike and Peter serve the receiving line

A few minutes later, you’re standing beside the main doors of the church hall. It’s time for the receiving line, and you have plenty of hands to shake as the guests make their way out of the church and toward to the wedding reception.

Your wife is kneeling on a velvet cushion in front of you, gently sucking on your half-hard member while you run a hand through her hair.

While her appearance is still immaculate, your two other bimbos are... Less so. They’re kneeling too, but facing the other way. As the guests stop to shake your hand, give April a pat on the shoulder, and say a few kind words, the men have the option of sticking their cocks into Mike or Peter’s open mouths. The two are an absolute mess: bikinis askew, makeup ruined, and dripping with cum from their hair down to their huge fake tits.

“All the best in your new life,” one of your uncles says, pulling out of Mike’s throat and stroking himself a few times. “I knew you’d find a... A good—-guuuh...”

He trails off as he blows his load onto your friend/fucktoy/son’s pouting lips, with plenty more spilling across her cheek. Then with a smile and a nod, he walks off and is replaced with another man. It's the professor who taught you, Mike, and Cassandra: Dr. Bridge.

“Lovely to see you,” he says, grabbing Mike's head and sheathing his erection in his bimbofied student's throat. It comes back coated in the leftover jizz of a dozen other wedding guests, but he doesn't seem to mind; in fact, he uses the drool and cum as lube, giving Mike a loud and sloppy facefucking as he continues.

"I always enjoy seeing students succeed in life. I'm proud of all three of you," he says, shaking your hand while gesturing to both the bimbo between his legs and the girl behind the camera. "I hope I played some small part in bringing you all together, hmm?"

"A pretty big part," you chuckle. "Thanks for everything, Professor. I hope you like the movie... Oh, shit, is that weird to talk about on-camera?"

"We'll cut it out," Cassandra pipes up. "Can't give screentime to every guy who fucks Michael's mouth... The film would be sixteen hours long."

"I expect a copy of the director's cut," Dr. Bridge laughs, before pushing Mike down onto his crotch with both hands. "Mm... Your f-friend has talent," he groans, clearly mid-orgasm.

"You should try Peter," you reply, growing harder in April's mouth. "He's the one with the oral focus. Just got his lips filled the other week."

"That... Might be difficult, even if I hadn't just emptied my balls," Dr. Bridge says, pointing towards where your other adopted son is kneeling...

...Or was kneeling, anyway. Peter is sprawled out on the floor, straddled by two young men: Tim and George Hutchinson, a couple of the mayor's kids. Tim is using Peter's asshole while George fucks his throat, both pounding the poor bimbo mercilessly. He's moaning and writhing on the church floor, hard-on flapping about as he endures (and possibly enjoys) being mounted by the overly-energetic boys.

"Hm. Should I stop them? The other guests--"

"Can use Michael," Dr. Bridge says, pulling out and wiping his cock off in your friend's blonde hair. "Or they can wait five damn minutes until the reception. I'm sure they'd survive."

"You stopped... And held up the line long enough," you say, elbowing him gently. "Move along, Sir. Other guests are waiting for a turn with my brand-new son."

With a final chuckle, Dr. Bridge disappears out the door, leaving Michael with some time to recover... For about five seconds. Then your father is balls-deep in his cum-slick lips, tears in the old man's eyes as he congratulates you on your nuptials.

A few moments later, he wraps you in a tight hug... Pushing April's head further into your crotch, and your rock-hard member down her throat. You blow your load almost instantly, pumping jizz directly into your wife's stomach as your father sobs and pats you on the back.

Once everyone's had a chance to greet you, and once Peter's been extracted from the pile of humping young men that formed around him, it's time to drive to the reception hall. You and April take your own limousine, throwing your sons into other guests' cars for them to enjoy on the way over.

When it's finally just you and your new wife, you share an embrace and a kiss that seems to last the entire eight-minute drive.

"You're mine," you whisper in her ear as the limo pulls up.

"Always have been, Cutie. Always will be."

Cutie? Guess that's my new married-couple nickname, you think. Shit, I gotta come up with one for her... Think, think...

"I love you, Sexy." You cringe as you wait for her reply... But to your delight, she gives you a huge grin and a peck on the cheek.

"Love you too... Mmm..." She shivers as you lay a hand on her thigh. "C'mon, Cutie, we shouldn't be late for our own party."