Pregnant sows under the lens (4)

During the summer vacation between graduating from Elementary School and attending tutoring classes at the town's junior high school, my husband, Dad, who wasn't used to being idle, naturally sought out things to do. His first wedding, a topic he'd considered a few times, naturally came to mind, becoming his order to us girls, the submissives, to prioritize.

Of course, as a self-proclaimed superior S-master, especially considering he's still several years away from full mental development, we girls secretly thought it unlikely we'd see him give orders or act out of his age. So, without much effort from our young master, we got the wedding practically in the works in just a day or two.

But what kind of wedding would satisfy my husband? While we girls secretly chuckled to ourselves, we made several phone calls to Xiao Zhao and finally finalized this absurd wedding, which felt more like a game of make-believe.

Although it was absurd, it had a unique kind of wicked fun. Let's just consider it a fun performance game that our group of pregnant women, who were like slaves, wanted to have fun with my husband, and also a secret between us masters and slaves! On June 30th, Saturday, compared to the continuous rain that followed, this day was a beautiful sunny day in town. My husband, indulging his excess energy, went back to the public basketball court next to XX Elementary School early in the morning and played several basketball games with a group of junior high school students from the town.

My husband, who was just about to start junior high, had a starting position on the school basketball team, and the basketball court was a favorite place for him to play until he was drenched in sweat. Meanwhile, a few of us girls and Xiao Zhao were busy setting up the wedding venue and doing some simple cleaning in the audiovisual room on the third floor of the school, next to the sixth-grade classrooms.

We had to thank Teacher Chen for lending us the security card and key, which made the school a little playground for us during holidays, no matter how you looked at it.

Julia remembered that day, after we tied up the heavy green curtains that were fluttering in the wind, warm breezes blew in from the fully open windows, carrying with them the sounds of people and cars coming from the main road next to the school.

Despite the bustling traffic and lively atmosphere outside the window, how many people could imagine that a bizarre wedding, something most of them would never expect, was about to take place in the school's audiovisual classroom during the day? The thought of this filled Julia with a sudden surge of excitement and anticipation. Looking back at Xiao Zhao, who had skillfully set up the Panasonic and Sony DV cameras, Julia continued busying herself with opening the windows and tying up the curtains.

Julia will skip over the details of how everyone arranged their household affairs; after all, for us young women, having families and children is not something that can be easily dismissed. It took considerable effort to arrange things so that we could all gather here together without any distractions.

The wind at the end of June often felt like a raging torrent, quickly losing its warmth and leaving us girls, practically naked, with beads of sweat streaming down our faces. Yes, we girls were almost completely naked

; but that didn't matter. In fact, for us, a group of girls who were essentially "pregnant flesh slaves" to someone, this kind of attire was perfectly acceptable.

We didn't turn on the air conditioning, even though the thermometer on the audiovisual classroom wall had already risen to over 32 degrees Celsius, making it a sticky, stuffy, and unbearably hot environment.

After all, running all four old air conditioners in the audiovisual classroom at the same time would significantly increase the school's electricity bill. After Julia had been busy for an hour or two and was almost out of it, around 10 a.m., Xiao Zhao called my husband's cell phone and then went downstairs to the entrance with the school keys to pick him up.

Remember the website address. My husband is the male protagonist of this absurd wedding, the only groom, and he naturally deserves such treatment.

Meanwhile, Julia, sitting at the very bottom of the tiered seating in the audiovisual classroom, her bottom resting on five white plastic chairs arranged in two symmetrical rows, was taking a quick look around at the decorated surroundings while busily touching up her makeup and drinking water.

Along the narrow aisles by the windows, small metal rings on the floor were tied with gently swaying pink heart-shaped balloons; and the pink wedding drapes, serving as a backdrop, stretched out lavishly along the window frames on both sides.

Looking up, beneath six large ceiling fans, hung six large red lanterns in the shape of the double-sided "囍" (double happiness) character. A yellow tassel, strung with imitation jade, swayed at the bottom of each lantern, seemingly carrying the faint scent of lavender from the fragrance lamps inside, creating a sense of calm and tranquility. Of

course, the indispensable red carpet stretched from the top of the aisle to a small open space at the front of the classroom, nestled among rows of symmetrical white plastic chairs. In this space, the long table that teachers used to place teaching materials was now against the wall, holding props and small items that would be used during the wedding.

Having said all that, we must mention the pair of life-size Hello Kitty dolls that Xiao Zhao painstakingly acquired—a male on the left and a female on the right, both without mouths. Dressed in the attire of a newlywed couple from ancient China, they resembled adorable guards and guests protecting this wedding. They were brazenly placed under the blackboards at the front of the classroom, in front of a row of pink heart-shaped balloons tied to the floor. Their dark little eyes seemed to observe everything, but it was impossible to tell whether they were offering blessings for this absurd wedding or feeling a sense of strangeness. The blackboards, which should have been used for teaching, were now open, revealing a large, embedded television screen in the center; on the screen, videos were playing without any concealment—six adult films that we, the master and slave, had filmed over the past two months… Yes, it was an adult film, showing pregnant brides and how we devoured the grooms' thick, long penises; showing ravenous brides and how we licked clean the grooms' remaining semen after ejaculation... and so on.

Ha, you can imagine, every scene was both lewd and seductive! Coupled with the obscene sounds emanating from the classroom's loudspeaker... it all seemed to foreshadow that the wedding that was about to take place wouldn't be surprising no matter how absurd and depraved it was.

Of course, the volume of the loudspeaker was adjusted; even if we were all incredibly brave, there were some things... we still didn't dare to be too blatant! But after Julia and her girlfriends finished touching up their makeup, drank water, and even stretched several times with their big bellies, the groom—my husband—still hadn't arrived, nowhere to be seen.

Remember the website address. So, the wait got boring! Teacher Chen, who'd been addicted to writing with chalk for over a decade, succumbed to her professional habit and grabbed a piece of white chalk. She started writing a few large characters on the blackboards, each with a large red double-sided "囍" character pasted on either side, just to pass the time.

"Dear Little Daddy, Groom Lin ○ Da," the words were written beautifully, neatly, and powerfully from top to bottom.

"Obedient, slutty sow brides," she wrote the first half of the line on the other side of the blackboard. Then she glanced at the rest of us sisters before continuing... "Su ○ Li," she wrote Julia's name.

"Xu ○ Qin," was Lonely's name.

"Fang ○ Zhen," she wrote Kelly's name next.

"Chen○Li," Teacher Chen wrote her name quickly, "swish, swish, swish," creating what could be called "flying pen in a flurry."

"Cai○Jie," when Teacher Chen finally wrote down my grandma's name, she probably didn't expect things to go so awry! My grandma, my dad's biological mother, blushed with embarrassment and lowered her head in silence.

Her feelings were understandable, but really, it wasn't a big deal. Putting aside identities, ethics, shame, and morality, weren't we just a young boy and a group of mature women in a simple romantic relationship? After finishing writing a bunch of chalk words, Teacher Chen went to the corridor to wash her hands and came back, knowing that the school's surveillance cameras had been malfunctioning for a long time and they were still looking for money to fix them. She also generously stretched and made a "heart" gesture with her hands in front of the surveillance camera outside the audiovisual classroom, her chest exposed.

With thick skin, we shamelessly play the game of exposure without clothes. Perhaps we, these grown women at this age, have discovered a side of ourselves we never imagined we'd see? And finally, before everyone's patience ran out, my Dad appeared! Wearing only a yellow short-sleeved school uniform shirt and sneakers, with no pants on his lower body, the view of his physique under his only garment was absolutely that of a "young hunk"! Whether it was the clearly visible muscle lines or the slightly bulging, firm muscles, coupled with the sweaty smell of just having played basketball, that masculine, healthy aura that made his lean, strong physique, with beads of sweat running down his chest and six-pack abs, look even more... delicious and appetizing... well, it should be said, overflowing with youthful energy! Not to mention that... precious penis! His physical condition today... It certainly deserves a thumbs up! Seriously though, the wedding started around 10:50 AM! Compared to the calm and collected demeanor of us adults, the young man was probably just as nervous and excited! Being the groom for the first time, before the ceremony actually began, my husband said his body was hot, but the sweat pouring down his face was cold. Remember

the address on the post page? His father, Julia's current husband, Mr. Lin, was in Taipei those days, attending some company meeting; although he wasn't there to witness his son's first wedding, the graduation gift he gave my husband—a jade Buddha necklace carved from Burmese jade—dutifully accompanied this absent father to this absurd wedding.

Julia was also curious: if Mr. Lin were to "just happen" to see his son's "growth" like this, would he be happy? Sad? Angry? Or at a loss? Even the jade Buddha statue lying on my husband's chest, if it had a spirit, probably couldn't describe the complex emotions of that "just happen" scenario! Seeing my husband's nervousness and fluster, Julia discreetly wiped her mouth with saliva and skillfully stroked his groin several times, as if drawing excess blood back to his corpora cavernosa. With increased sexual excitement and less of his clumsy, awkward state, my husband finally returned to the way Julia knew him.

That young boy, whose corpora cavernosa were habitually engorged with blood and whose brains were often oxygen-deprived and prone to silliness, now stood with a degree of confidence in the open space at the front of the classroom, in his place as the only groom.

Meanwhile, Julia and her girlfriends, having returned to their seats at the back of the classroom, finally waited for the wedding to begin. Watching my husband's muscular physique suddenly rise and jiggle made Julia's mouth dry and her heart flutter.

Around 10:50 AM, standing in front of the large TV screen in the audiovisual classroom, wearing a white shirt and jeans, with a clean and refreshing face, Julia saw a rare sight of Xiao Zhao looking serious and presentable. As soon as Xiao Zhao picked up the microphone and spoke, two DV cameras dutifully began recording in their respective corners, and this absurd wedding began.

There were no relatives or friends present, nor was it necessary, or rather, it shouldn't have been, making the wedding seem rather deserted. The lewd moans and groans from the pornographic film playing, mixed with the accompanying "Wedding March," only highlighted the absurdity of the entire wedding.

Yes, rationally speaking, Julia and her other girlfriends knew the wedding was absurd; but they had no other reason to object. After all, seeing the satisfied smile on my husband's face—the smile of this naive young man we all cared about—was enough. It was enough for us to skip unnecessary rational thought and refocus our attention on the wedding.

So, what the officiant, Xiao Zhao, said at the beginning and later didn't matter. The focus of this wedding was simply how to please and satisfy my husband, wasn't it? Hehe! Then, less than a month later, Julia, who was about to give birth to my husband's first child and son, naturally became the first pregnant, fertile slave my husband "married," and the lowly sow bride he had tacitly accepted. So

, to the rhythm of the "wedding march," Julia, wearing a dried flower wreath, got up, tidied her long, straight hair that almost reached her waist, and smiled as she covered herself with the white bridal veil.

Without the support of her usual low-waisted, supportive underwear, Julia, almost naked, had to use her right hand to support her swollen, watermelon-like pregnant belly, and her left hand to hold a bridal bouquet decorated with evergreen flowers, Swarovski crystals and tin petals, artificial pearls, and pastel ribbons, looking beautiful and elegant; at the same time, she carefully walked up the red carpeted classroom steps, step by step, and delivered herself into the hands of my master, my husband, whom Julia had accepted.

The bride's naked body symbolized her raw and unadulterated sincerity towards the groom. For this day, Julia and her girlfriends had all put in considerable effort to dress up, a kind of playful competition among us young women. Julia,

knowing my husband dislikes heavy makeup, only applied light makeup before leaving the house, adding a few drops of Ohanamahaalo perfume to her neck and hair, a subtle fragrance lingering around her – Julia's clever way of enhancing her beauty. But this

is Julia's story, so please forgive my personal bias! To be honest, Julia doesn't intend to include every detail of her girlfriends' glamorous outfits in this story! Haha! Just consider it a little bit of jealousy on her part! So, carefully stepping onto the red carpet-covered classroom steps, Julia wondered how she would appear under the lenses of those two DV cameras, or in her husband's eyes. Beautiful? Sexy? Or alluring? For this day, Julia deliberately chose an outfit in the white style she liked.

She wore ivory stilettos she hadn't worn in months, and off-white semi-sheer stockings that she pulled up from her calves to her thighs. Beyond her bare torso, Julia donned off-white lace long-sleeved gloves. Around her neck, she wore her favorite white pearl necklace, and didn't forget to fasten a pair of white pearl earrings on her earlobes. Of course

, Julia also wore a snow-white veil; I think the only colorful adornment on her was the dried flower wreath on her head! Ah! Forgot about the bridal bouquet? Julia ordered it online; a small bouquet cost 3800 yuan.

Julia clearly put a lot of thought into the outfit! At 167cm tall, Julia has gained over 11kg during her pregnancy, reaching a fuller figure of 62kg, which has also resulted in a larger bust—a two-cup H-cup.

The only concern was that my slightly sagging and outward-spreading breasts might not please my husband. But thankfully, their soft and plump texture often tempted him to bite, suck, grab, and knead them with all his might. However, unfortunately, my husband's playful nature also often resulted in my nipples, which had become slightly darker and larger, causing me to feel self-conscious. They were often slightly cracked, inflamed, and swollen. Oh well! This was a small, sweet burden for me! Haha! Julia slowly descended the classroom steps and reached the end of the red carpet at the front of the classroom. She extended her right hand, which had been cradling her pregnant belly, and gently placed her pale hand, palm down, on my husband's left palm, still adorned with the wedding ring Mr. Lin had given her. As he grasped her hand, it symbolized that she had given herself to my husband, my man, the biological father and nominal brother of the child in my womb, and the little master I willingly accepted.

Later, my husband happily lifted her white veil. Just as Xiao Zhao began to speak, the silver ring my husband had given Julia was once again slipped onto my right ring finger, pressing firmly above the wedding ring Mr. Lin had given Julia, as if signifying that my husband, he, was Julia's husband and the head of the Lin family.

After attaching the ring to the post page, he smiled, while Julia shyly looked down at the small, beautiful bridal bouquet in her left hand.

Of course, if the wedding ceremony had only been this uneventful, it wouldn't have been so absurd... ***** Then, the wedding ceremony began, every minute and second of which would make one blush and their heart race.

Julia had long forgotten what Xiao Zhao said into the microphone; but she vaguely remembered the question and answer, "Do you do?" and "I do!" Julia was then instructed to kneel down—while using her hands to soothe her baby boy, who was occasionally moving in her belly, she obediently let my husband put the black, shiny leather collar that had been prepared on the small table on her head. A small, clear bell was attached to the clasp of the collar.

"Do you want to?" "I want to!" It was another polite exchange, but my husband pulled his foot out of his sneaker—his bare foot was pressed against the back of Julia's head, which was covered by a white veil. With Xiao Zhao's lines, he forced Julia to lower her head and obediently kowtow to his young master, playing the game of a servant bowing and submitting to his master.

"One kowtow, two kowtows, three kowtows... the ceremony is complete..." The throbbing pain in her knees from the ground was nothing compared to the burning, stinging shame that felt like slaps to her face. Julia obediently and humiliatingly bent her pregnant body, then stretched out her hands, fingers interlaced, to cushion each thud of her forehead. It was as if what was being trampled under my father's feet was not just her head, but also her dignity and personality as a woman, gradually withering and crumbling with each step and forced kowtow... Yes! This is what my father wanted to see! The sense of superiority he felt as a high and mighty master, the feeling of having the power of life and death, this drama arranged according to his whims, also made Julia see a burning excitement in his eyes.

Throughout this process, Julia simultaneously endured and enjoyed the uniquely humiliating and stimulating humiliation. Then, Xiao Zhao picked up a whiteboard marker from the small table and handed it to my husband. Needless to say, every submissive's body is always the best canvas and autograph book for their master.

Julia raised her head, and my husband took the thin iron chain from her mouth—a bright silver chain tightly fastened to the collar buckle—but held it in his hand, symbolizing his masterly power to guide this lowly sow bride, Julia.

At the same time, my husband pulled the chain, the force causing Julia's neck to lift, one hand supporting her pregnant belly, the other supporting her waist as she slowly rose. Once she was steady, Julia was given the order to bend over and half-lie against the small table against the wall, and was instructed to begin swaying her hips and waist in unison… Whose big, horny ass is Julia's? It belongs to my Dad, Lin○Da, so he signed it.

Whose belly is Julia's, the one carrying their youngest son? It belongs to my Dad, Lin○Da, so his signature is on the belly.

Whose full breasts are Julia's, the ones used to prepare breast milk and nourish their youngest son? It belongs to my Dad, Lin○Da, so he unceremoniously signed his name on both of her white, tender breasts.

And whose face is Julia's, the one she meets and talks to every day? It belongs to my Dad, Lin○Da, so he took a stamp he carved himself, dipped it hard in red ink, and pressed it onto her forehead.

For a few seconds, Julia's forehead hurt a little, but this was my Dad's display of power as a master; Julia silently endured it, knowing that this was also her most humble and lowly posture and proof as a slave.

Then, at the wedding, the officiant, Xiao Zhao, half-jokingly, led us, the "first couple" of the day, into a somewhat erotic public copulation game—the groom's rights as the master and the bride's obligations as the submissive, a return to the wedding's original sexual meaning.

Next, my husband's young, large penis, finally sprightly, was given a thorough oral sex in someone's mouth; afterwards, my husband, whose penis had been aroused by Julia to a feverish, erect state, swayed his thin sac containing two full testicles, seemingly radiating a strong pheromone unique to men. Standing before me, he used only one finger to lift Julia's chin, hooking her up, and then bent his newly acquired pregnant bride, bending her over so that he could thrust his thick, veiny penis into Julia's wet, hot vagina... "Ah..." Julia let out a soft cry the moment the head of the penis broke through her vaginal opening—the feeling of being stretched open, the fullness of her vaginal canal, combined with a rough pain, was a familiar yet strange physical violation. It blurred the lines between the young man's youthful exuberance and his lustful rage, creating a brutal image.

But in front of others, by forcefully grabbing her hands and pulling her back, my husband was right behind Julia, beginning his display of power over how he could freely use her body to release his lust and excess semen—a display of sexual power that belonged only to him.

At that time, as Julia swayed her H-cup breasts in the rhythm of my husband's fucking, it was as if she, along with her unborn son, was being relentlessly fucked by her father. The officiant, Xiao Zhao, mocked Julia for being both lewd and despicable as a mother. But there was nothing Julia could do. Since she had chosen to be a naughty mother who was being fucked and humiliated in front of everyone, she was naturally happy to enjoy being a sex slave in another persona. As long as my husband could bring me more orgasms and pleasure, Julia would continue to be a bride slave he wholeheartedly followed.

Remember the website address. But because several other girlfriends were still waiting for my husband's "wedding," he completely relaxed and unrestrainedly fucked Julia's cunt. Then, after dozens of powerful thrusts and several full-body spasms, my husband's first load of semen that day filled her cunt, not a drop was wasted. During the

somewhat brief but very passionate intercourse, Julia turned to my husband several times, asking for kisses. After he ejaculated, Julia didn't forget to clean the remaining semen from the tip of his semi-erect penis.

However, this was part of the wedding ceremony – my husband interrupted her habitual attempt to clean up the remaining semen with her mouth and tongue; instead, he masturbated several times, then ruthlessly smeared the remaining semen from her glans and urethra all over her face… Her mouth, nostrils, right eyelid, a small tuft of hair on her right side, and even the pearl necklace around her neck that adorned her as the bride, were all stained with her owner's fresh semen and male odor. Julia felt a surge of discomfort from the thick semen, coughing several times in a disheveled manner, snot and saliva gushing from her nose.

Of course, seeing the bride's slight discomfort, my husband wasn't quite done playing or satisfied yet.

Before Julia even had a chance to clean up her messy face and hair, the chain was pulled, and my husband pulled her to her feet—his favorite "dog-walking game" was an indispensable part of the wedding's closing ceremony, and also a "blessing moment" for everyone present to the bride, Julia.

For example, my mother-in-law, that wicked woman, not only wrote the word "dirty" in large whiteboard marker on Julia's right cheek, but also slapped her hard across the face as her "wedding gift."

Of course, in the spirit of "tit for tat," not long after, when it was my mother-in-law's turn for her "blessing moment," Julia returned the favor without hesitation! Hmph! But Xiao Zhao, usually a rough guy, was much more polite. The two lines of idioms he wrote on people's backs, "A match made in heaven" and "May you have a son soon," showed his sincerity and courtesy. Even when he patted someone's butt, he knew to ask if they were uncomfortable. However, this kind of wedding process meant that we girls had to go through it all, half-heartedly, to make it fair and complete. It wasn't until around 12:50 PM that the wedding finally came to an end. After nearly two hours of repetitive commotion, and with my dad ejaculating five times, even the usually energetic man showed a rare look of exhaustion.

"Come on! Smile! 1, 2, 3... Time to take pictures!" In the end, the final scene of the wedding was Xiao Zhao taking a few commemorative photos for us with his digital camera.

Five submissive sow brides, facing multiple camera lenses, knelt and prostrated themselves on the ground, shoulder to shoulder. My husband, Dad, holding five bridal bouquets, beamed with smugness and smugness, casually propping his head up with his hand, lying on his side against the waists and backs of us adult women. He looked like an ancient emperor comfortably reclining on his dragon bed in his palace, his other hand clutching five thin chains connected to different collars. His demeanor exuded a pride and swagger no less than that of a grown man.

The five mature women, their slaves, carrying the new life of their masters' alter egos, gritted their teeth and endured the pain, using their bodies as human bed frames to support their masters' weight, and also to support the authority and dreams of this young master. Perhaps, mixed with the supply and demand of sex and love, the masters and slaves in these photos were destined to be so inextricably linked and interdependent.

As an ending, the final moments of this absurd wedding, the sentiment hidden in these commemorative photos—isn't that a distorted, perfect dream? "Let's go! Next... let's go on our honeymoon!" Sometimes, my husband switches into his so-called "considerate and understanding" "saint mode." After helping us clean up the wedding decorations and mess in the audiovisual classroom, he suddenly said this to us.

It turns out, he has a little scheme in mind; this was a "little surprise" he and Xiao Zhao had planned beforehand—a "one-night, two-meal" mini-trip at a hot spring inn in town. If we rushed to finish lunch before setting off, we'd be just in time for the inn's earliest check-in time.

But that's another story! Here, let Julia stop and rest!

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