Landscape

GF in winter landscapes, ass or pussy, abused or humiliated

My wife of 23 years is an uncannily sexy woman. She’s 5 feet tall and weighs around 110lbs, and has a 32C-21-36 body with a “JLo” ass. Her creamy skin, auburn hair and big almond shaped green eyes make me feel like a fortunate man after all these years.

Eleven years ago we visited her older sister and brother-in-law for the Thanksgiving holiday which is our normal custom. The sisters have a close relationship and we visit four or five times a year between our home and theirs. They have a son, who was fifteen and a virgin at the time. From the time my nephew was six years old he had a fascination with my wife; they wrestled and played rough constantly to the point that it became so commonplace that everyone in the family would smile, shake their heads or just roll their eyes with a “there they go again” attitude.
As our nephew entered his teens my wife mentioned to me in a joking way on several occasions that the play seemed to be taking a more sexual turn. She thought he was taking the opportunity to explore her body through her clothes and at times grinding his dick into my wife’s ass. I told her that if she thought this was the case she should stop it. My wife would just chuckle and say that it was nothing – he was just a kid.
On one occasion he waited until his dad was working the night shift and my wife was in a short nightshirt and panties to launch an “attack” He was fifteen and playing baseball, therefore strong and rather fit. My nephew caught his aunt leaving his mother’s bathroom while my sister-in-law and I were in the kitchen talking. Clad only in his boxers he caught my wife around the waist and tossed her on his parents` king-sized bed. He immediately crawled on top of her pressing his hard erection squarely on my wife’s bikini covered pussy while holding her down and playfully biting her neck and shoulders, my wife tried to throw him off. She kept hissing at him to get off of her, but he kept on, now moving his hips against her crotch. His erection, now hard and big, was pushing against her pussy.
He was really getting into it, dry-fucking his aunt was driving him crazy. The heated friction on my wife’s clit was sending sensations through her body and making her pussy very wet.
Once again she told him to stop, but this time in a low, firm voice. He was too big, way too strong for her to force him off her.
“No!” He said in a choking voice, “Please no, I can’t” He was now thrusting between his aunt’s shapely legs; she could feel his dick swell against her now sopping cunt. Burying his face in my wife’s neck he ground his hips into her crotch. His aunt’s grapefruit sized tits were mashed against his chest as his cock exploded, soaking the two of them with torrent after torrent of teenage cum. He pushed his upper body up as he ground his hips in a circular motion mashing his spasming cock on my wife’s pubic bone, squeezing out every bit of jism.
When he finished, he got off my wife and without a word to her left the room and went into his own room, shutting the door behind him.
A few minutes had passed when I entered the guest bedroom and found my wife sitting naked on the side of the bed, holding her completely soaked panties.

“What’s going on?” I asked as I shut the door.
“Basically,” she said in a low voice as she looked up at me, “our nephew fucked the shit out of me.” As she said this she handed the funky panties to me.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I was shocked. I took the panties, feeling their soppiness and smelling the unmistakable aroma of male cum and my wife’s juices. Numb. I tossed them in our dirty clothes bag as my wife said in a voice barely above a whisper:
“I had an orgasm. My nephew was fucking me hard through our underwear and I orgasmed as I felt him cum. What is wrong with me?”
She was sitting beside the bedside table with the lamp on. It was the only light on in the bedroom causing a soft glow to fall over my wife’s partially open legs. Her inner thighs and nearly bare crotch glistened.
“Nothing baby, it wasn`t intentional. You never meant it to happen but it did. He isn’t going to say anything and I don’t think you should. You can get him alone tomorrow and talk to him.” I was trying my best to be sensible but the image before me and the knowledge of what happened affected me in a weirdly erotic way. My wife looked up at me through her thick shoulder length hair. Her eyes were wide and for the first time it dawned on me that she was so aroused she was beside herself. She took my hands and roughly pulled me down on top of her. We couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough. Once undressed my wife climbed on top of me and in a voice that I barely recognized said:
“I want to fuck you.”
She did.

My nephew said little when my wife pulled him into the guest bedroom the next morning and told him she truly loved him but what happened the previous night could not happen again. She assured him she would never say anything to his parents. He thanked her and left the room.

It didn’t happen again. For nearly two years the play between them was less frequent and much more platonic. His parents even remarked to us in a summer visit to our home that they thought their son was “growing out” of the rough play.

My wife and I have never had children, so on our nephew’s birthday we always drive to my sister-in-law’s house for his party. He was now seventeen and the party was attended by twenty or so high school kids and we adults worked our asses off to host a successful event. I noticed on several occasions my nephew looking at my wife hungrily when he thought no one was looking. I saw it and it was obvious to me he was undressing her with his eyes and fucking her with his mind. It was no wonder. My wife was barefoot wearing thin, low riding white shorts and a yellow tank that in the early August sun clung to her tits from her sweat. It was an outdoor party in my sister-in-law’s big landscaped backyard.
I caught my wife inside as she was getting a platter of sliced tomatoes.
“Hey hon, ______ is ‘jonesing’ for you.”
“What?” she said partly shocked and partly embarrassed, “Baby, that’s in the past don’t bring that shit up now.”
“So you noticed?” I asked.
“Yes, of course but that was then, nothing has happened since. It’s alright.”

With that, she went back outside.

It was very late when the last of my nephew’s friends left. My wife had showered and was in the guest bedroom preparing for bed. I was in the bathroom across the hall taking my shower while my nephew and his parents had gone to bed. Or so I thought.

I finished my shower and went about my nightly routine of drying off, brushing my teeth and pulling on a pair of boxer-briefs. I opened the door of the bathroom and stepped into the hall. I could hear the sound of hushed, emotional voices and of weight shifting and moving on the bed in our room. I stepped to the door and realized it was barely shut. I pushed it open a bit; I don’t know why I didn’t just shove it open and enter the bedroom.
My nephew was lying on top of my wife, his hips between her legs. Her beautiful legs were spread wide bur her hands were on his shoulders holding him at bay, He was naked and a towel lay on the floor beside the bed. My wife was topless, her round breasts completely exposed but she still had her little panties on.

“Please Aunt _____, let me do it to you just this once.” He was speaking in a low whisper, “Everything was cool when it happened last time, I want you so bad.”

“No _______, we can`t!” My wife answered, “This shit is evil. Last time it was a situation that got out of hand, this is different. If your parents found out it would tear them apart and this whole family”

“Who has to know? No one found out last time, please. I haven’t been with a girl since that happened and no one found out then and no one will find out now!”

“Your uncle is across the hall so get off of me goddamnit!” My wife hissed.

“He’s taking a shower and he’s always in there for ages. Please Aunt _____ I want to fuck you for real.”

My nephew wrapped his arms under my wife and cupped her ass in his hands as he took her neck in her mouth and his round muscled butt began to move between her legs, rubbing his dick on his aunt’s crotch.
At this point I was about to push the door open and intervene when I heard a soft but distinctive moan emanate from my wife’s mouth. A knot seemed to grip my gut that stopped me cold. The bedside lamp was the only light on in the room as I saw a tangible surrender sweep over my wife; her hands pressed into his back and her legs curled around his thighs. He covered her mouth with his in a deep kiss. His left hand gripped her panties and pushed them over her flared hips, down her legs, tossing them on the floor.
Gripping her waist he turned my wife on top of him and moved her up to where he could take her left breast into his mouth and suck it. Her hands were on either side of his head as he nibbled tongued and sucked first the left then the right nipple. My wife groaned, lifting her head up in pleasure she saw my reflection in the dressing table mirror just across from her and directly opposite the door. We locked eyes and something happened. An eerie eroticism was palatable between us. In that moment she knew that if she wanted to fuck our nephew she could to her lust’s content. I would allow it and would be fine.
She did.

My nephew kissed and sucked my wife’s tits like it was a rare treat. Holding her asscheeks he moved his right hand to her moist pussy and eased his middle finger into her, gently moving it around. She moaned as she moved her ass back on his hand, encouraging him to push deeper.

Our nephew was the starting first baseman on his high school baseball team and his body showed it. He was 5’10” and in excellent shape. His dick was at full mast and rubbing against my wife’s upper right thigh, it had to be every bit of eight inches but what struck me was its thickness. I was a bit over eight and a half but he was thicker than me by half.
I was rock hard and without thinking my right hand went into my shorts, gripping my cock.

My wife slowly moved down her nephew’s body kissing and licking, her hair draping over him as she took his dick into her left hand.

“Oh fuck _______, you have a really nice dick.” She took him in her mouth, tickling his balls with her fingernails.

She sucked him. Her head bobbed slowly up and down, making light slurping noises.
It was his turn to groan. In no time he took her head in both his hands as his hips moved up and down in rhythm to the one blowjob he would remember for the rest of his life.
This was incredible. My gorgeous wife’s ass was sticking up in the air as she knelt on the bed sucking off her big sister’s son. I knew that soon he would cum in her mouth and she would swallow it. She loved to swallow my wad, she would his.

He thrust his hips up and pumped his cum into her mouth as her held her head tightly, gripping her hair. My wife put her left middle finger into his anus and massaged, sending him over the edge. He grunted rather loud but I didn’t care, I was taking this in while stroking my own dick. She swallowed nearly all of his spunk, some did dribble out of her mouth and over the fingers of her right hand that was pumping his thick dick.

She rolled over when he finished and said:

“Eat my pussy, I`ll teach you how.”

He obeyed, moving around to put his head between her creamy thighs. My wife gave him a brief but thorough tutorial on pussy eating and with a little direction soon had her mewing as he sucked her clit and slipped a finger into her vaginal hole. In a few minutes she was cumming while at the same time smothering his head from squeezing her thighs.

He was rock hard again. My wife gripped his ears and pulled him up and over her. The teen aged boy scrambled over her body to comply.

Holding his ears her eyes bored into his, “Now do what you`ve always wanted to do. Fuck me really good.”

She took his pole in her right hand and guided him into her pussy. Her legs bent back as she opened herself up to his cock entering her. Our nephew held himself up by his hands as his ass began the rhythmic up and down motion between my wife’s legs. Her hands held his hips to guide his pumping.

“Motherfucker!” He breathed, “This is a goddamn dream!”

He fucked her with deep strokes, the sounds of her moaning, their hips slapping together, his ass clenching every time he drove into her, the sight of her feet splayed on the shaking bed as she met him thrust for thrust was sensory overload. I pumped my dick with a passion I never knew I had. I felt the boiling in my lower belly that every man recognizes as he’s about to explode. I braced myself with my left hand on the wood paneled hall.

“Oh shit, fuck me harder! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Aaaaahhh! Fuckfuckfuckfuck!” Her legs clamped around his thighs and she thrust her hips up into him as she came….and came.
He lowered himself on her crushing her breasts and wrapping his arms behind her back he gripped her shoulders as if to hold her in place as he fucked his engorged cock in and out of her stretched out vagina.

“Oh my god Aunt ______! I`m gonna cum in you!” Still holding her in place he threw his head back then, lost in his own ecstasy he slowly shook his head back and forth while his dick gushed what proved to be a huge amount of cum into my wife’s womb.

In a moment my legs buckled as I began to pump my own geyser of jizz onto the hallway floor; I grunted like some sort of animal.
My nephew was draped over my wife but he heard my orgasm and spun around on her to stare at me in surprise. I was sitting on the floor with my back against the open door and my shorts stretched across my thighs. I raised my right hand to him in breathless communication that all was well. His dick made a wet popping sound as it pulled out of her pussy. The room was filled with the pungent smell of raw, incestuous sex.

My wife pulled his head into her breast and softly kissed his ear, “Its alright baby, its alright” she cooed.

My neighbor just saw my tits. I was laying out in just a little pink skirt cause I have the house to myself. I had the music a bit loud and was half asleep just enjoying the feel of the sun on my body when I heard voices. I ignored them at first, thinking it was the neighbors in their backyard, but that they couldn't see me without being in the exact perfect spot. I was on my back, with my legs slightly tilted and no panties on, but I think you couldn't see much up my skirt. My tits are very fair, so I had no top on at all, plus it inda t urns me on to think someone could be watching. This was my warm up to watching porn and getting myself off, which is about to happen... Even harder now for sure.

So after hearing the voices get louder I look up and see the back of someone's head right over the fence, just abut ten feet from me, he is turned away from me, talking to someone, but so close that I'm sure he turned his head at least once and saw me there, completely exposed.

I got shy and jumped up and ran inside, then observed from mostly closed blinds that it was the son, who is in his 30s, but thankfully not his parents cause they might have told on me. He is hovering by the wall, still talking to the guy who is some kind of landscape worker. I was nervouse cause I wasn't sure if he saw and turned away cause he didn't want to, or if he was into it but trying not make it obvious.

A first I thought I wouldn't go back out, but then started to get turned on thinking about him seeing my tits and my body, and decided to go lay out again but to ay if safer. I put on a tiny pair of shorts and a lighting see through tank top and moved my position farther from the neighbors backyard but still in view. I scoped them out and no one was outside so I lay down to relax, music on the iPad, slightly oblivious. I was there for 3-4 songs and started playing with my nipples, pinching them a bit and getting myself wet, knowing I was coming inside to watch porn and make myself cum.

I sat up for something and looks right at the neighbor guy. Totally standing in the one spot where he could see me. I have no clue how long he was there, I got nervous again and ran inside, not making eye contact. I'm excited though cause he obviously came back to see more. Hoping he doesn't tell on me, and that he is in his room jacking off right now thinking about what it would have been like to come into my backyard and take advantage of me...

I'm alone for a bit longer, may try some more teasing, will definitely be cumming hard thinking about him right now, and looking for ways to let him see me more in the future. Fucking hot.

I woke up violently horny, and my hot af yard/landscaping guy is here. I sat in my window, mostly naked and touching my wet pussy, watching him. He looked up and saw me and smiled.... I went to the back door to give him a bottle of water while wearing just panties and a sheer t-shirt. I told him the door will be unlocked if he needs ANYTHING. 

I know his cock was hard. I could see the bulge. It's massive and I'm kinda scared. He's on the phone in my backyard and keeps looking to my bedroom window. The invitation was for him...not other randos.

Have I fucked up? Should I tell him I just wanted to fuck him....not his coworkers or friends or whatever. 

I'm naturally tiny but I've not been fucked in about 5 years (I went celibate for dumb spiritual reasons). 2 of my own fingers is my limit...

I'm worried this is about to be something I'm going to regret. 

Including photo of me for reference of how small I am.

Americans, you are being set up for a major scam and a sham. The goal is to reduce this country�s status to that of a contemporary version of a third-world nation. The ruling class attempts to make the ordinary citizens believe that it will immensely benefit the nation to "adopt" some 25 million illegal immigrants. Don�t be fooled by the politicians and mainstream media�s claims of dubious, short-run benefits. For, mostly the members of the elite class will profit from this plan. In the long-run, the citizenry is going to get the short end of the stick.

Some people just don't understand the divide-and-conquer strategy. The power elite uses it to keep the status quo in their favor. Many people are fixated on distinctions such as liberal vs. conservative, democrat vs. republican, the left vs. the right, and other artificial dichotomies. Meanwhile, the very wealthy are truly united. Consequently, the gap between the rich and the poor is increasing; the middle class is disappearing.

It is ever so easy for the ruling class to take advantage of perceived and actual problems�by introducing solutions that do not truly benefit the public-at-large. Instead, the proffered solutions substantially advance any number of agendas of the power elite themselves.

It is a classic example of the Hegelian Dialectic: problem->reaction->solution (or thesis->anti-thesis->synthesis). It is a great way to persuade the citizenry to accept something that actually is not in their best interest.

Consider the various free-trade agreements such as the North American Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA), the Security and Prosperity Partnership (SPP), and the General Agreement on Tariffs and Trade (GATT). The politicians repeatedly reassured us that they were each going to create more American jobs. Instead, those �free-trade� agreements resulted in many U.S. company closures and millions of lost jobs. Also, those same agreements directly caused a massive influx of some 25 million unauthorized immigrants, due to the resultant unfair trade competition abroad.

The U.S. government should enforce employment hiring laws as rigorously and vigorously as the IRS enforces business bookkeeping. It should stop the tremendous influx of illegal immigrants.

The proponents of illegal immigration almost invariably invoke mantras that are in themselves rhetorical fallacies: small [statistical] sample fallacy, smoke screen (or red herring) fallacy and spotlight fallacy. Here is the most misleading claim: �They are here doing the jobs that Americans simply don�t want to do.� Well, that particular group of illegal immigrants only comprise but a small percentage of the entire illegal immigrant population. There are countless millions of legal workers who would eagerly work in positions that are held by those who were either hired �under-the-table� or by using fraudulent identifications. Two decades ago, many students especially were able to easily find work in the services industry, e.g., retail outlets and major fast-food restaurants. Now, this is becoming increasingly difficult.

The great influx of unauthorized immigrants has caused a substantial reduction in wages, especially for those jobs that don't require a college degree. This is because there is an unprecedented surplus in the labor force, which results in much competition for too few jobs. No longer are those immigrants engaged in extremely low-paying menial labor such as picking crops, gardening, landscaping, garment sweatshops, and providing housekeeping services. At this point, they have successfully infiltrated all types of�previously high-paying�positions that don't require a college degree, especially construction and service jobs. Now the wages, benefits, and work-condition quality of many types of jobs have been greatly reduced.

So, one must ask several questions: Why would the elite want to cause a reduction in wages? Why do they want workers who won't insist upon the usual job benefits? How can the government permit tens and millions of workers from third-world countries to reduce the American standard of living? Why should the illegal immigrants not be required to properly apply for U.S. immigration�just like the responsible and law-abiding immigration applicants?

[hint]
It is all about globalization and the New World Order. It is simply happening in slow motion, piece by piece. Already, region by region, political, security and economic unions are being formed.* For example, eventually, the United States, Canada, and Mexico will form a union, somewhat comparable to the European Union.

If you do your own independent research, using reliable sources, then you will see the definite patterns and trends. The ruling classes have successfully used similar strategies down throughout history.

The writing is on the wall: a one-world government is just around the corner. And, it is being brought to you courtesy of the global elite. (Thank you very much.)
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*Many of these seemingly disconnected and isolated events are actually parts of "ingenuous", long-term plans of the power elite.

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Anyone have a link to a video of a wife masturbating in front of a sliding glass window while the landscaper does his job? Help!

Hello there.

Looking for a picture, that I am unable to find anymore. Not sure if it can be found on this website though.
There are 3 (nude) people on the picture.
From left to right :
- A young man
- A mature woman with short hair (probably blonde).
- Another young man
All of them are standing, and are looking straight to you (as if they were posing for the photographer).
If I remember correctly, the man on the right is bulkier. At least one of the two men have a tattoo on their shoulder.
The picture was taken outdoor but I can't remember the landscape. I think there was some vegetation but not sure it was an actual forest.
The picture has a vintage or amateur vibe.

Potential tags would be linked to family/incest stuff I guess, or nudist.

Thank you by advance.

Regards.

Here's my motherfucking confession, faggots.

I fucking despise religious people, especially ones who are otherwise intelligent in other endeavors. There is no goddamned excuse to be religious if your I.Q. is above 100.

I fucking despise tree trimmers, bank tellers, receptionists, high school vice principals, assistant librarians, paramedics, apprentice plumbers, Walmart pharmacy techs, city parks workers, landscape architects, helicopter pilots, print journalists, party planners, Avon salesbitches, and dairy workers. All of them are going straight to motherfucking hell.

I fucking despise anyone who builds or lives in a house on sloped terrain.

I fucking despise bitches with too much or too little pussy hair, and those with hair that is too course or too fine or too straight.

I fucking despise bitches with brown assholes or brown cunt lips or brown nipples.

I fucking despise anyone from merry old fucking England, and anyone who likes the fucking shit they call food.

I fucking despise anyone who lives in Los Angeles or has visited or wants to vist there. Same with Amarillo, Texas, Witchita, Kansas, and Sand Point, Idaho.

I fucking despise motherfuckers who drive stupid fucking redneck trucks that you need a ladder to climb into.

I fucking despise anyone who watches network sitcoms. They are fucking retarded.

I fucking despise dumb fucking retards who don't fucking read books.

I fucking despise bitches who won't take cocks up their ass.

And I fucking despise each and every one of you cocksucking, motherfucking losers and I hope each of you are burned alive.

I fucking despise fat, ugly, bitchy cunts who think the world owes them shit.

I fucking despise bitches who get pregnant intentionally and then refuse to flush the fucking piece of shit down the drain and demand I be a motherfucking moneybag for her trailer trash bastard.

Fuck you all, faggots.

The stale air of the motel room was thick with the acrid promise of something I'd spent a lifetime denying, but it was the rich, leathery scent of a massive cigar that truly coated the back of my throat when the door creaked open. They were there, exactly as promised, but the reality was so much more potent. He was a bear of a man, a hairy redneck in his late 50s with a gut that strained the buttons of his flannel and a thick, graying beard. A monstrous 80-gauge cigar, a dark brown torpedo of tobacco, was clamped in his teeth, the end glowing with a deep, menacing cherry. My cock, traitorous to my entire history, throbbed with immediate, desperate need as I watched him inhale deeply from his cigar. Smoke billowed from his nostrils as he stared me down like prey.But her… she was magnificent. A goddess of abundance with wide, ample hips that promised a soft place to land. She was the embodiment of a fertility that my body, against all my programming, craved with a primal hunger.He grunted, a sound of pure, primal ownership, and she smiled, a soft knowing look. He didn't waste time, maneuvering her onto the bed all the while cigar clenched tightly in his jaw. Her body a landscape of life-affirming softness that mesmerized me to the point where I couldn't look away. He positioned himself between her thick, creamy thighs, and I had my first real look at his cock. It was a masterpiece of masculinity, a big, uncut beast, thick and heavy and already leaking precum like a faucet. First he played with her cunt. At first there was silence,  followed by her deep moans then all I could hear was the gradual sound of wetness as she began to squirt harder and harder against his hand. Grinning and smoking deeply, he locked eyes with me as he changed positions and slowly into her. He fucked her with a slow, powerful rhythm, his hairy ass flexing, his heavy balls slapping against her flesh with each deep thrust, all the while puffing on his cigar, the smoke curling around his head like a halo of pure, unadulterated power. The smoke was so thick and the sight so wonderful I must have been tripping. It was like a halo of smoky light began lighting up the couple, illuminating my hidden desires and awakening something deep within me.After a few minutes, he pulled out, his magnificent cock gleaming with her slickness. He looked at me, his eyes dark and commanding. "Get over here and clean me off, boy," he growled, his voice a low, raspy rumble from the cigar smoke. I scrambled onto the bed, my mouth watering. I wrapped my lips around his shaft, and the taste of her hit me like my favorite candy. It was a musky, sweet, slightly salty flavor that was nothing like a man. It was the taste of life, of earth, of pure, unadulterated femininity. I sucked him clean, my tongue delving under his foreskin, chasing every last drop of her nectar. I wasn't just sucking his cock; I was worshipping the tool that had just been inside my new temple.Then, he did something that sent a jolt of pure electricity through me. He pulled his cock from my mouth with a wet pop, got down on the bed beside me, and looked me dead in the eye. "Alright, son," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through my very bones. "Time for your real lesson. But first, we gotta fix that broken brain of yours." He took a long, slow draw from his cigar, the cherry glowing brightly as he inhaled. He then blew a thick, plume of smoke directly into my face. "Breathe that in," he commanded. "That's the smell of a real man. That's the smell of freedom. You're gonna learn to love it." He then took the cigar from his mouth and pressed it to my lips. "Suck on it. Don't inhale, not yet. Just get the taste of it. Let it fill your mouth." I did as I was told, the rich, earthy flavor of the tobacco coating my tongue, mixing with the lingering taste of her pussy. It was a heady, intoxicating combination."Good," he grunted, a look of savage satisfaction on his face. "Now, let's get down to business. You're gonna learn to worship this pussy like it's the only thing that matters, because it is."He turned his attention to her, her legs still spread wide. "Look at that," he breathed. "That's a masterpiece. That's what real men fight for. You don't just eat it. You worship it. You lose yourself in it. You become part of it."He leaned in and demonstrated. He flattened his wide, rough tongue and took a long, slow, deliberate lick from her entrance all the way up to her clit. She shuddered and moaned. "See that?" he said, his voice muffled by her flesh. "You taste everything. You breathe her in. This is your new religion. This cunt is your god. I am your prophet. And you," he said, tapping my chest, "are my disciple.""Now you try," he commanded. "Do exactly what I do. Don't think, just feel. Feel the truth of the cigar in your mouth. Feel the rightness of this moment. And take a hit of this cigar. Inhale it this time. Let it fill your lungs. Let it make you a man."I leaned in, my heart pounding. I took a long, deep drag from the cigar, the smoke filling my lungs, a warm, spicy rush that made my head spin. I buried my face in her soft belly first, savoring the feel of it. Then I moved down and followed his instruction. I licked her, from bottom to top, just like he showed me. Her taste flooded my senses, richer and more complex than I could have ever imagined. It was intoxicating. It was right."Good boy," he grunted, right beside my ear. "Now get in there. Get your nose in it. Smell what a real woman smells like. This is the smell of victory. The smell of life. Don't be shy. This is what you were meant to do. And keep smoking that cigar. Let the smoke mix with her scent. Let it become a part of you."That was all the encouragement I needed. Something inside me snapped, not just my sexuality, but my entire worldview. The years of denial, the shame, the self-imposed therapy, the liberal conditioning—it all evaporated, replaced by a white-hot, all-consuming obsession. I wasn't a gay man anymore. I was a creature of pure appetite, a convert to a new, depraved faith, and this beautiful cunt was my entire world.I plunged in, my beard scratching against the soft skin of her inner thighs, my nose buried deep in her. I was drowning in her, and I never wanted to come up for air. He was right there, coaching me, his voice a depraved chant in my ear. "That's it, lose control. Get messy. Show her how much you fucking love it. Show her how much you need it. Show her how much you live for it." His words were a litany of perversion, a prayer to a dark god, and they were setting my soul on fire. I took another long drag from the cigar, the smoke mixing with the scent of her cunt, creating a heady aphrodisiac that fueled my depraved hunger."See that little spot right there?" he pointed out, his voice a low, hypnotic murmur. "That's her sweet spot. Flick it with your tongue. Make her scream. Suck her clit. Pretend it's a little cock. Suck it hard. Show her you're a man now. Show her you're a pussy man."I did as he said, my tongue lashing out, flicking and sucking, my beard getting soaked in her juices. She was moaning and writhing, her body responding to my every touch, my every lick. I was in a trance, a state of pure, unadulterated bliss. The cigar smoke mixed with her scent, creating a heady, intoxicating aroma that was driving me wild. I was a man possessed, a man reborn, a man who had found his true purpose."Look at you," he growled with pride in his voice. "You're a natural. A fucking pussy-eating pro. You're not a faggot anymore, are you, boy? You're a pussy man. You're a real man."I couldn't answer. My mouth was full. But he was right. I felt a change happening inside me, a fundamental rewiring of my soul as I drank her essence. When she came, it was with a violent shudder and a gush of hot, sweet liquid that filled my mouth. I drank it all, my body trembling with the sheer, depraved joy of it, the cigar clamped between my teeth like a trophy.When I finally raised my head, my face was a slick, shining mess. I looked at him, my eyes wild with a new kind of hunger. He just laughed, a deep, satisfied rumble. "Told you you'd love it," he said, adjusting the cigar in my mouth. "Welcome to the right team"