Sin Studies S2 E5 | The lustful taste is all I crave now (Patreon)

Everyone is over the age of 18

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There are a million bible stories illustrating the dangers of lust. It entices the most faithful men to commit the most heinous of acts, all in the name of resolving a deep-seated urge that the devil planted in us. 

But…If it's so wrong, why does it feel so good? 

“You can’t wear those pants if you're going to be boned up,” Brandon says beside me. My usual beige church khakis are tight, and the way that the wooden benches make us sit doesn't help hide the bulge. 

The taste of my girlfriend lingers on my tongue. It's faded since yesterday, but it's still there. It's the piece of the sensory puzzle that was missing from before that matches the way her hair smells and the softness of her skin. I didn’t know how my body needed to taste her.

Now, even looking at the back of her head during the service is making me so horny. 

“Choking the chicken isn't the same after a blowjob, is it?” Brandon whispers in my ear. My boner throbs in my tight pants. 

He’s right. I had to get off this morning after I woke up, and it felt like a damn shame that it didn't go right down her mouth. 

I have to have it again. 

After church, I went to grab Jenny from her friends. I took her straight back to my place, and we were making out by the time we were in the room. 

She wants me a lot more now that I've made her cum. I can feel her desires match mine for the first time since we've started dating. Our modest clothes came off effortlessly, and we rolled around in our undergarments on my bed. 

“Terence…” She grasps my cock and looks up at me in surprise. “It's huge.” 

I kiss my woman with passion and dip my fingers into her panties. Her body submitting to my touch is righteous, and her moans in my mouth are the angels singing. 

“I want to make you cum again,” I say. “And then I want you to suck me off.” 

“We…shouldn't… oh my god, Terence!” I unclasped her bra. 

“It felt so good yesterday.” I nibble on her exposed skin, then I lick my fingers in front of her. “I need it again.” The taste of her ignited the burning passion within me, and I assumed my role as the man. I slide her underwear off, and place myself between her legs. 

“Oh… ok…ah…” 

Her moans made it easy to follow. She wanted it just as badly as I did, and that opened her up to beautiful pleasure. 

“I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!” 

Don’t change anything. I heard Brandon’s voice in my head as I licked consistently. Let her ride the momentum. 

“AhHh…ahHH…aHHHhh!” Music to my ears as my new favourite taste floods my mouth. 

“You are so beautiful.” I kiss up her tight body, feeling her disintegrated resolve. Then, I climb over her and place my cock at her mouth. She holds the rock-hard shaft, and strokes lightly. “Finish me.” 

“This is sinning,” she says. 

“It's too late for that.” I push my hips towards her, and she tilts her head. “Come on, you got yours. I need mine.” 

“That's greed too. Terence!” Jenny ducks out from between my legs and covers up with my blanket. 

“What?” I kneel down next to her. I'm so edged, I can’t control myself from stroking while I talk. 

“We're going to go to hell for this!” She puts on her undergarments without letting me see. 

“I’m already fucking there.” My head pounds right at the temples as I watch her put the rest of her clothes on. 

“Take me home,” my girlfriend says without looking at me. I feel like an asshole that I didn't care that she sounds like she's crying.

The fuck is she crying for? 

I cursed her silently many more times while dropping her off. As per usual, she acted like she was the holy one and I'm some sick soul. 

As if she didn't want it.

As if she wasn't being selfish. 

As if she isn't a sinner too. 

After she slammed my car door shut, I made it a point to zoom off so she'll get the message that I’m angry. As soon as I got back to my place, I pulled out the fleshlight in frustration and fucked it as hard as I could. 

FUCKING. 

DUMB. 

SELFISH. 

BITCH! 

“Ah!” I grunt as the backed up lust in me came funneling out of me and into the toy. “Bitch!” I whisper to myself as I thrust roughly into the plastic. “Ah…” 

Then, slowly but surely, guilt creeped in and replaced the expelled evil that was inside me. I know I shouldn't have talked to her like that. Even the parts that she couldn't hear, God heard. God sees and hears everything. 

I tried to talk to her before the morning service the next day. I couldn't find her with her friends or doing her usual tasks, so I had to search everywhere. 

I only found her, because I recognized the sound of her crying. It was where everyone cried – in the confession booth. Driven by curiosity, I walked up to listen. 

“I let him…. taste me… and I climaxed… is that a mortal … sin?” Jenny gasps out between sobs. 

“You know that it is,” the priest responds. “Lust has taken over you, and it will take you down a spiralling path to becoming a harlot if you do not retake control.” 

“I don't … want to… be a ….” 

“You will earn penance for your sins!” His authoritarian voice booms. “You will cleanse your body of his evil or you will face the consequences of playing games with the devil!”

The door flies open, and Jenny runs out sobbing. With her eyes covered, she didn't see me snooping. I watch her run off, and get caught by the priest coming out. 

“Look what you've done to her. A perfect flower for the Lord, and you've caused her to wilt. Repent, or both your souls are going down.” The priest sneers at me. 

“Rever–” 

“Our actions in front of temptation, is what separates those with a pure heart or those without. Remember that, Terence.” 

I had those words repeat in my head while I sat there in a daze during the service. It felt like my world was spinning, and the different sides of me battled for a space to breathe.

I'm a sinner. 

It's only natural. 

I'm not going to have a girlfriend anymore.

What's the point of having one if we can't have sex?

Women are just objects of temptation. Devote yourself to God. 

I've only seen God when I came in her mouth. 

The service ended before it really began for me, and my body walked me out of the church in autopilot mode. 

“Heard you got reamed out by Sally.” Brandon is suddenly walking beside me. “The priest, Terence. What a prick.” 

“He's right,” I say as I walk aimlessly forward. 

“Car is here.” Brandon steers me to the passenger seat and opens the door for me. “He can be right and a prick at the same time. What'd you do? Eat Jenny out again? Don't cry about that.” 

I wipe the tears with my sleeve. Thankfully, the churchgoers seem oblivious as they walk past the car. I think Brandon might have tinted windows or something. 

“Sally probably hasn't had pussy for a decade. We're supposed to take advice from him?” He gives me his sly smile. “Come on, man. We should be celebrating.” 

“What are we celebrating?” 

“You made her cum, yeah? That's a win in my book.” 

Not the book that matters. It did make me feel a little better though. 

“Come to my place. You'll confess to me how you did, and I won't be a stiff about it,” Brandon says while he ignites the car.