to the bed Maggie had rolled over again onto her back, watching and waiting for him. He put a knee on the bed and touched her again with his slippery hand. She opened her legs for him.
He used two fingers to smear her cleft with what was left of the butter, then took his cock in his hand. Victoria squeezed her knees together again. The demon’s arm snaked around her waist and firmly hugged her to his side. They both watched as Jack positioned himself. Maggie was biting her lower lip.
Victoria remembered her first time. She remembered the feeling of her boyfriend’s cock as it slid tentatively into her. It had been his first time too. They were both terrified and excited. He had not coated his dick with butter. It was coated with a responsible condom. She smiled, remembering how they fumbled to adolescent climax. He did first, and she resorted to masturbation afterwards. He had been chagrinned at how quickly he had come without her, but being seventeen, he was able to enter her again twenty minutes later. That time was better. It had taken her weeks to train him how to make her come while he was inside, but the effort had been worth it.
She felt the demon reading her mind. She glanced up at his face, but he was staring intently inside at Jack and Maggie.
She followed his gaze. Jack wanted to be inside his wife, but her large frightened eyes had him hesitating. He held his cock in his hand and pressed it up against the inside of her thigh.
“It will be fine, Maggs. It won’t hurt.”
His wife took a little breath. “Promise?”
Jack nodded. He touched the very tip of his engorged cock against the folds of her body. He put his finger on her clit and circled it slowly, watching her face for permission to enter.
Maggie grimaced, then struggled to erase it from her face. Victoria knew she did not want Jack to think she didn’t want him. She encouraged the young woman, let him in. I would. Her own cleft was wet thinking about Jack’s cock. She squirmed on the barrel. Maggie nodded once, and bit her lip.
Jack pressed gently and Victoria could see the tip squeeze inside. Just the tip. Jack closed his eyes. The muscles of his body went as rigid as his cock as he controlled himself, fighting against the thrust that nature was insisting he complete.
Maggie raised her knees and clutched the edges of the mattress, preparing herself as if Jack was skewering her with one of his iron pokers instead of stroking her from the inside with velvet and steel. She screwed her eyes shut.
Victoria sent Maggie her thoughts. Let him in, you will be amazed at how good this will feel!
She opened her own legs a little as if that would encourage the young woman inside. Her juices dribbled along her thighs. She imagined Jack entering her. She imagined the power of those blacksmith muscles as they thrust the cock in and out of her.
Maggie had opened her eyes again. Jack was still poised on his knees with his cock only touching her cleft. Maggie nodded again and very slowly Jack pushed inside her. Victoria held her breath. His cock moved for a few inches before stopping. Maggie arched her back and cried out.
Jack was breathing hard, now and his thighs trembled with the control of stopping halfway. “Are you well, Maggs?” he breathed, then swallowed hard.
“It does hurt,” she cried. Take it out.”
“Uhng…” Jack gasped. “I can’t. I can’t. Don’t make me, Maggs.”
Maggie writhed under him, twisting the sheets in her hands and gasping. “Oh God, she whispered.
Jack closed his eyes and Victoria watched as his back bunched up and he slowly and carefully pushed the rest of the way inside, his hips met Maggie’s and he arched over her, his arms supporting his body. She cried out, but not too loudly and bounced her hips and kicked her feet as though she might escape from the hard cock inside her.
He did not move, his body pinned her to the thin mattress. There was no sound in the room but Maggie’s soft sobs and Jack’s groan.
“It’s done, my love.”
“That is all?” Maggie gulped and sniffed. “That was it?”
Jack shook his head, “No. That is not all. That was just the hardest part. It’s over. You can relax. Relax.”
Maggie’s knees lowered and she stopped kicking her feet. Her breaths became longer as she obeyed him. Jack was