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squeeze on her rear turned it into a moan. The finger was still nestled between her cheeks; still stroking the tender flesh hidden there. Jennifer's free hand tugged Mary's drawers down firmly until they sagged around her knees.
    In a swift motion, Jennifer knelt. Her lips brushed Mary's back as they descended, tracing Mary's spine in burning little kisses that left her gasping for breath. She nearly stumbled getting out of her drawers, lifting first one leg and then the other mechanically at the prompting of Jennifer's hands.
    "Jenny," Mary finally managed to whisper, "Please. What are you -- what are we -- "
    With a soft moan of her own, Jennifer gripped Mary's hips and pulled backward. She turned her head and ran her silky cheek over the curve of the young noblewoman's backside. Both of them shivered with pleasure.
    "We're making love, Madam Smythe," Jennifer said firmly. "We're fucking, like we should have fucked years ago, and we are starting with me eating your tender little asshole!"
    She grabbed Mary's butt cheeks in her hands and yanked them apart, startling a yelp out of the lust-dazed noblewoman. When a hot, squirming tongue darted out to stroke Mary's hole, the yelp turned into an actual shriek, loud enough to have woken the servants if she'd had any besides Jennifer. Mary jerked in place, one hand reaching down to clutch her crotch almost instinctively as a lance of pleasure shot through the soft, unexplored opening between her thighs.
    "Oh my god, Jennifer!" Mary gasped. Her flesh felt hot and sticky against her palm. There was a slick wetness, thicker than her sweat, gathered in the tangled hairs of her muff. She raised her hand and stared at it dumbly, half-expecting to see her monthly blood come early, but there was nothing but a clear and musky-smelling sheen on Mary's skin. Without thinking, she licked it, and moaned happily when she found the taste sweet, earthy, and exciting in a way that made her stomach clench strangely.
    "Jennifer," Mary moaned, "You can't, you just can't. That isn't right!" She put her hand back between her legs as she spoke and pressed down, trying to quell the strange, hot, tightening sensation welling up inside her. Clutching herself, she leaned back, pinned between her own grinding palm and Jennifer's thrusting tongue.
    Jennifer moaned wordlessly in reply. Her tongue lapped up and down between the soft cheeks of Mary's bottom. The touch was thick, warm, and slick against the noblewoman's crinkled pucker. Mary's face flamed with lust and embarrassment as the wet, slippery caresses sent shivers of pleasure straight down her spine and into the melting heat of her pussy.
    "Mm, sure and it isn't right, Madam Smythe," Jennifer moaned, her voice muffled and lapsing back into its native Irish brogue (which the maid usually took pains to disguise). She slurped loudly, sucking wet spit off Mary's wrinkled flesh. The tip of her tongue traced circles around the Mary's dark hole. Mary groaned and swayed on her feet, her jaw slack in mindless pleasure. She had never imagined that a touch back there could feel anything like it did!
    "It isn't right I've had to wait all these years," Jennifer panted, "keeping my hands to myself, and you a horny little butt-slut all along...we could have been doing this ages ago!"
    Heat flamed in Mary's face, bright beneath her pale skin. "Don't say such things!" she gasped, scandalized. "I'm not a, a, an anything like what you said!"
    She could actually feel Jennifer smirking, the redhead's lips curling against her bottom. "A butt-slut?" Jennifer teased. She giggled, and her tongue slurped. Wet flesh caressed Mary. "Mm," the maid moaned, "Butt-slut, butt-slut, butt-slut!"
    Irritated, Mary reached back and swatted at Jennifer. Her fingers tangled briefly in silken red hair, and she moaned a little, giving a tug and feeling her friend's tongue shift against her slippery hole. "Stop that!" she hissed.
    Jennifer leaned back on her knees and peered up at Mary. Her face