MARK & SARAH by Pastord

Writer: Pastord / David Plume

Subject: MARK & SARAH

Link: LS666 Email / 23.09.2026

Mark & Sarah 

Pastor David sat behind his oak desk, Bible open, trying to keep his eyes on the young couple across from him. Mark and Sarah were both twenty-one, bright-eyed, and saving themselves for marriage. They had come for their church’s required sessions of premarital counseling before their wedding in two weeks.

“Physical intimacy is a gift from God,” David began, his words feeling insincere.. “But it must be approached with care and understanding.” 

He read some Bible verses and spoke about the procreation and recreation aspects of sex.

Mark nodded earnestly. Sarah blushed and looked at her lap.

David felt the familiar blood rush between his legs. He had spent part of his afternoon on his knees — not in prayer, but with his cock in his fist, scrolling through the filth he kept hidden on his phone. Satan always came to him strongest in those moments, whispering how good it felt to give in.

“I think it would be helpful if I met with each of you separately,” David said, his voice steady despite the heat crawling into his cock. “Sometimes people feel more comfortable asking questions without their partner present.”

Mark agreed immediately. Sarah hesitated, then nodded.

The individual session with Mark was straightforward. Questions about leadership, provision, treating his wife with respect. David gave the standard answers while his mind wandered to what Sarah might look like beneath her modest sweater. He had already inhaled her scent in a previous counseling session — delicious.

When Sarah arrived for her session, she perched on the edge of the chair, hands folded, visibly embarrassed. She wore a simple blue dress that buttoned to her throat.

“I’m nervous,” she admitted. “About the wedding night. I don’t know what to do.”

David’s cock twitched. He shifted in his chair.

“That’s perfectly normal,” he said. “Many young women in your position feel the same way. I can help you understand what Mark is going to expect from you, if you’d like. Or you can ask your mother for advice.”

“Heavens, no! Not my mother. She’s never talked to me about such things.” Sarah leaned forward. “Please. I want to be a good wife.”

David stood and moved to the couch, patting the cushion beside him. Sarah hesitated, then joined him.

“Sarah,” Pastor David said, “the Lord is in this room, and He wants you to be a good wife. He wants you to know what feels good … to you and to Mark.

Sarah swallowed nervously.

“Okay.”

David reached out slowly, giving her time to pull away, and rested his hand on her knee. When she didn’t move, he slid his palm up her thigh, pushing the fabric of her dress higher. “Your husband will want to touch you here,” he murmured, fingers brushing the edge of her panties. “He’ll want to make you wet before he enters you.”

Sarah’s breath caught. David hooked his fingers under the cotton and tugged gently. She lifted her hips without being asked, letting him slide her underwear down her legs. He set them aside and guided her back against the couch cushions, then knelt between her spread thighs.

“This is what he’ll do first,” David said, and lowered his mouth to her.

Sarah jerked at the first touch of his tongue, a startled sound escaping her. David licked slowly, deliberately, dragging the flat of his tongue through her folds before circling her clit. Her virgin pussy tasted clean, untouched, and he groaned against her. His hands held her thighs open as he worked, sucking gently on the swollen nub until her hips started to rock.

“Oh—” Sarah’s voice cracked. “Oh, God—“

“God … damn.”

David kept licking, pressing two fingers against her entrance without pushing inside yet, just rubbing, teasing. Sarah’s thighs trembled around his head. Her hands fisted in the couch fabric.

“I … I feel weird,” she gasped. “Like something’s happening…”

“That’s good,” David murmured against her clit. “Let it happen.”

Sarah came with a broken cry, her whole body locking up, thighs clamping around his ears. David didn’t stop licking until she was shaking and pushing at his head, oversensitive. When he finally pulled back, his mouth was wet, chin glistening.

Sarah stared down at him, wide-eyed and flushed.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I said … I said a bad word.”

David wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smiled up at her.

“It’s okay, Sarah. It’s natural. Your body is responding the way it’s supposed to.”

She was still breathing hard, legs loose and open. David stood, unbuckling his belt, and freed his cock. It was already hard. He stroked it once, then leaned over her, pressing the tip against her soaked entrance.

“This is what he’ll do next,” David said quietly. “He’ll put himself inside you. It might be uncomfortable at first.”

Sarah nodded, dazed, and reached for his shoulders as he pushed in. Her pussy was tight, gripping him, still fluttering from her orgasm. David groaned and sank deeper, inch by inch, until his hips met hers.

“That’s it,” he breathed. “You’re doing so well.”

He started to move, slow and steady, letting her adjust. Sarah’s nails dug into his shirt. Every thrust made her breath hitch. David reached between them and rubbed her clit again, and she moaned, louder this time, no apology when she said, “Fuuuucckk!”

As they came, he stayed buried deep, pulsing inside her, filling her. Sarah clung to him, trembling, and didn’t let go until he finally pulled out.

Afterward, David helped her dress.

“This was just practice,” he said. “For your husband. And as always, completely confidential.”

Sarah nodded, dazed.

“Thank you, Pastor.”

Two weeks later, on her wedding day, Sarah stood in the bridal suite staring at a positive pregnancy test and touching her still-flat stomach.

Mark waited at the altar. Pastor David stood ready to perform the ceremony, his secret already growing inside the bride. Mark would think the baby was his, and she’d let him.

As the wedding march began and Sarah walked down the aisle in her white dress, the oddest thought struck her and inspired her big smile: she had said, “Goddamn,” and “Fuck,” to her pastor!

THE END