Time to accept some wedding gifts

As the wedding reception gets into swing, you begin to feel like some kind of ancient sultan. There you are, lounging on a mountain of pillows and soft sheets that’s been set up at the end of the hall. April is behind you, cradling your head between her massive tits; Mike and Peter are on either side, showing off their freshly-cleaned bimbo bodies in sheer silk robes.

The guests are forming another line, only this time they’re bearing gifts. Each family is dropping off their present before settling in at one of the large hall's many dining tables. You watch and smile as they all approach, unwrap their box, and present you with... Well, pretty much everything. Clothes, furniture, appliances, sex toys, electronics, event tickets, wads of cash... But a few of the gifts stand out among the sexy D-cup-plus items and usual wedding fare.

Your parents have already informed you of their present: a honeymoon in Europe, all expenses paid. So has Dr. Pearson, who’ll be giving young Cassandra a full makeover as-promised. The first gift to really surprise you comes from Mr. Greene and his BBW wife.

“For your new wife and lovely children,” the middle-aged man says, approaching with a small pink box. “I noticed you eyeing my love’s hand-crafted collar, and I thought you might enjoy some for your own family.”

He opens the box to reveal three matching collars. They’re made of black leather, covered with jewels and bright-pink lettering.

Mr. Greene hands the first one to April: “Funbags.”

Then he gives the second to Mike: “Buttslut.”

The last is for Peter: “Cumguzzler.”

All three of your bimbos put them on without hesitation, though Mike and Peter look even more embarrassed than they have been all day. April, on the other hand, smiles and does a little pose for you and Mr. Greene. After consulting with you, she then puts the “Funbags” collar away, sticking with the bridal “John’s Favorite Toy” collar for now.

Once the Greenes move on, it’s a string of microwaves, tablets, and throw pillows... Until Mayor Hutchinson approaches with a small folder. Her children trail after her, and two of the young men start openly masturbating while staring at your scantily-clad entourage.

“My gift is a three-parter,” she says, beaming proudly. “First, I’d like to offer you a stay at my vacation home in Mexico. Any time, for as long as you like, staff included.”

She hands you a photo of a beautiful seaside villa before continuing. “Whenever you decide to take that relaxing trip down South, my boys have kindly offered to babysit Mike and Peter... That is, if you want to leave them behind. They’ll be safe and sound at my estate, though they might see a little bit of use.”

A rope of cum splatters across the floor as one of the Hutchinson boys loses control, making eye contact with Peter all the while.

“Finally, I have this.” She hands you a slip of paper: it looks like some kind of official letter, complete with an old-fashioned wax seal. “They don’t usually make these anymore, but... Well, you’ve just done so much for my family and the community at large. This is a Writ of Exemption. Think of it as a pre-pardon, a get-out-of-jail-free card... It will allow you to ignore any law or statute once, without punishment, providing you commit the would-be crime within our city limits.”

Chuckling at the absurdity of the mayor’s gift, you thank her and allow her sons to briefly grope your women. With that out of the way, the Hutchinson family heads to their table (and an inevitable mother-son gangbang, given how riled-up those boys look).

As the next guest approaches, you take a moment to order Mike and Peter to lick up the sticky mess the Hutchinsons left on the floor.

Peter obeys immediately, but his son (well, your son now) doesn’t look too happy.

“Really? Ugh, we just got cleaned up, and my knees are already sore from—”

“Michael Doe,” you say sternly. “Let’s try that again.”

“...Yeah, I’m on it,” he sighs, climbing down from the mountain of pillows.

“Better, but still wrong. Try ‘yes, Daddy.’”

“Dude—” A raised eyebrow is enough to make him stop short. “...Y-yes, Daddy. Of course.”

Next up is Carol, who has to weave between her brother and father as they kneel down to lick the floor clean. She blushes a little at the degrading display, but quickly gets her bearings.

"Hey Carol," you say happily, leaning back into her mother's cleavage. "I don't see a gift! Left it in your car?"

"Left it at my table," she replies with a smirk. "See?"

Pointing over to one of the closer dining tables, she indicates a petite Latina girl who's sitting there. As you watch she takes a gulp of champagne, then shivers; it's clear she doesn't have much experience with liquor.

"That's Maria... Just turned eighteen two days ago. Her sister's a friend of mine, and she's--"

"A virgin," you laugh. "You're giving me a virgin?"

"I mean, I'm bringing her to you," Carol replies with a shrug. "I guess her virginity already belonged to you. Anyway, I thought you'd want a little change of pace from all these well-used bimbos."

"Fair enough... But what are you waiting for? Bring her over!"

"What, right now? I thought--"

You whistle loudly and then wave at Maria, beckoning her over. Eyes wide, she scurries over to Carol's side. Smiling nervously, she fidgets with the strap of her little red dress.

"Um... Hey. C-congratulations, Mr. Doe."

"Call me John. Pleased to meet you. Why don't you ride me while I open the rest of these gifts?"

"Okay," she says simply, moving closer. She briefly makes eye contact with April, who gives her a nod of encouragement and reaches around your body to stroke your cock. Once it's hard, Maria straddles you and lets your new wife guide your shaft into her--

"Ooohmygawd," the girl gasps, slowly sinking down into your lap. "Fuck it's--It feels--Wow, okay..."

Placing your hands on her waist, you start ever-so-gently thrusting into her tight body... But you don't have long to savor the moment. Soon another guest approaches, beaming with pride and carrying a suspiciously-toaster-shaped box.

After a few more mundane gifts, April’s sister Susan approaches with a rectangular blue package. “My gift is for both of you, but mainly John. You’re new to being a husband and father, and I know you’ll do a great job, but you also have a lot to learn.” She tears away the wrapping paper, revealing a large book. “Big Tits, Big Needs: The Ultimate Guide to Adult Dependents.”

You can’t help but giggle as she continues: “I got this for some friends of mine, after they had their daughter bimbofied as a gift for their son... It’s sort of a parenting manual, with lots of fun stuff mixed in: ideas for coordinated outfits, family activities, home improvements... That sort of thing. I hope you like it!”

She hands you the book, which features a kneeling blonde girl with her cum-coated tongue hanging out. A happy man and woman are standing behind her, both naked from the waist down. Susan also gives you a coupon to some sort of specialized boutique called “D-Cup Daughters & Dolls.” You accept both gratefully, leaning around Maria's trembling body to do so.

Several minutes later, you unload into the Latina girl's pussy. She thanks you politely and begins to climb off, but you tighten your grip on her waist.

"We're not done until you are," you whisper in her ear; she responds by biting her lip and rocking her hips, and soon you're rock-hard again.

"His cock is really something, mm?" April's voice is soft and soothing as she runs a hand down your chest.

"I... Ah... I guess I wouldn't know," Maria pants.

"Well then, you'll have to trust me. The best I've ever had. The biggest, too--And those things aren't always related, you know. You'll learn that soon."

Mike and Peter are just returning to their seats, nestling in on either side of you. They look embarrassed, though you're not sure whether it's the topic of conversation or the leftover jizz dripping from their faces.

"Um, I don't know about that, Ma'am," the girl on your lap continues. "My tits aren't very big, and--Oh, God--Th-they don't seem to be growing anymore."

"You don't have to be a fucktoy to sample a few cocks," April giggles. "You're a very beautiful young woman. Just wait until college, you'll be drowning in boys."

"I--" Maria stops short, her eyes growing wider. "Fuck, I... I think I'm..." Then she goes silent, tensing up as she climaxes. For the next few seconds she just holds on for dear life, her left hand digging into your side while her right latches onto one of April's tits.

"Mm, look at that," April gasps. "I could use one of those..."

"Soon," you murmur, enjoying the sensation of Maria's pussy clenching around your shaft. "Just think about the honeymoon--"

"Oh no, I will not," she jokes. "Not while you're lying on top of me... Not while I can't reach my pussy."

Once Maria recovers and lifts herself off your lap, you send her away with a peck on the cheek. Then you have Peter clean you, his thick lips wrapping around your cock as he slurps up the mess.

By the time he's finished, every guest has dropped off their present and found their seat. That means dinner is next... And (perhaps more importantly) some rousing, emotional speeches!