Reverend Morris was struggling to write his sermon. It was only the second week of Lent, but he was finding this one harder than he ever imagined. The sex ban that his wife had imposed was starting to bite. Jenna seemed to be coping much better than him, and he felt ashamed at his weakness.
"Help me to be strong, Lord!"
Suddenly, his phone beeped. A message from Jenna.
Hello Simon. It's lunch break here at work. I figured you're still home alone and maybe feeling a bit...stressed? Why not look up WritErotica for some inspiration? *winking emoji*
"WritErotica? What's that?" the vicar wondered. He eagerly opened the laptop's browser. "A site for writers of erotic fiction? Hmm. I've never heard of this before. I'm always years behind everyone else, when it comes to things. Okay, let's have a browse. I wonder if there are any naughty fics about clergy on here?"
Reverend Morris soon discovered that the tags for "priest" "vicar" and "church sex" brought up a massive number of results. He was spoilt for choice and clicked on several stories. Some were much-better written than others.
"Jessica and Father Andrew broke the kiss, a trail of saliva still connecting their lips together. Their mouths were still so close to each other. Jessica let out a small breath as the priest grabbed her tight little ass. "You can go inside...if you want," she told him, then she pressed her lips on his mouth again and soon enough Father Andrew's tongue was in her mouth now, not that she minded at all. They had to be very quiet because they were in the confessional booth..." Reverend Morris read out loud.
"But the church was empty, so why did they need to be quiet? Eh, I'm just nit picking. This is a pretty hot story!" Feeling himself getting hard, Reverend Morris unzipped his trousers and slipped a hand inside, pulling out his cock. As he continued to read, he started jacking his cock slowly.
"Jessica unzipped the priest's pants...ooh yes," he said. He began to moan and groan as he continued pleasuring himself.
"Her sweet, heavenly lips worshipped his holy shaft in ways he never imagined..."
It felt so wonderful jerking his throbbing cock whilst reading this erotic fic. Reverend Morris began to move his hips around and his legs straightened out under the desk. Soon he laid his head back and stretched his body further. Next thing he know, he let out a rather loud, "Oh...yes, yes that's it!" and started to cum.
His milky fluid spurted out and all over his laptop keyboard.
"Ahh..."
WritErotica had done its work and provided Reverend Morris with some much-needed relief, as well as inspiration.
"I still don't know what to write about for my sermon, but I'd love to have a go at writing an erotic story just for Jenna," he smiled, getting some wet wipes and cleaning up his keyboard. "I've never tried writing erotica before, but first time for everything! Maybe we could write a chain story or something, and get it finished just before Easter? That could be fun!"
Excited by this new idea, the vicar opened a new Word document and began typing away. "I'll just write a few paragraphs of smut and then I MUST finish my sermon!"
At the Sunday Eucharist, Reverend Morris was joined by another vicar, who was standing in for Josh the curate, who was attending a conference in Birmingham, as part of his ongoing religious training.
"A very warm welcome to everyone this morning," Reverend Morris began, addressing the congregation. "As we continue our journey through Lent, I'd like to introduce Reverend Jones from St. Wilfrid's church in Manchester. It's a great honour for her to be here today - she'll be reading the sermon I've been labouring over all week..."
