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 Author: Honey Moon
Title: Maid to be Married
Keywords: FF, futa, herm, impregnation, maid, romance

   Maid to be Married



   By Honey Moon







   It had just been the tiniest of glimpses, but it had been more then
enough to set Mary's mind in a whirl.  Could such things really be true? 
Could someone like Miss Amanda Oswald really truly be real?  "Oh my." The
maid sighed in the privacy of her little room in the servant's wing of the
stately Oswald manor.  "Oh my goodness me!"



   The buxom redhead sighed again.  She could hardly believe the sight she
had beheld early that morning.  As was her daily task, she had slipped into
her mistress's room and opened the curtains on a bright and beautiful
autumn day.  Miss Amanda was sleeping later then usual.  Normally she would
be sitting up, and offer a few kind words.  Today was different.  The
celebrations of her eighteenth birthday had kept her up far later then
where her habits.  A shaft of sunlight played across the large four poster
bed.  That was when Mary gasped.  It wasn't the sight of glorious golden
hair fanned out over the pillow, nor was it the gentle rise and fall of
firm lovely breasts as her mistress awoke.  It was the large presence under
the bedcovers, rising like a circus tent pole from the young woman's
midsection!



   Mary Elizabeth O'Brian had seen such a sight quite a few times before
while in the employ of Colonel Sebastian Moran.  Many's the morning she had
to fight off the retired soldier and well known hunter's amorous advances
in her efforts to preserve her cherished innocence!  She had left his
service the day he had gone as far as to tear the bodice of her prim black
uniform!  Her screams had stopped him, as he feared more then anything
police involvement in his private affairs.



   Thank goodness he had the good graces to write her such a sterling
letter of recommendation when she announced she was leaving!  She was
doubly grateful in finding a new position before her former employer was
arrested in an attempt to add that consulting detective, Mister Sherlock
Holmes, to his bag of big game.  Mary shuddered.  Mister Holmes's
mysterious return to life and London had been the talk of the town!  Being
touched by such a sordid scandal would have surely prevented her from
making the discovery she had made this morning!



   Unpleasantness forgotten, Mary's mind returned to her new mistress. 
"Miss Amanda has a, she has..." Even in privacy, Mary had trouble making
herself say such a naughty thing.  Her face grew warm as she blushed. 
"Miss Amanda has a boy's prod!"



   Somehow the sight didn't give her the same feeling of dread she felt as
the Colonel chased her around his bedchamber.  This was somehow different.
Mary could never admit it to anyone, but she had a deep distrust and fear
of males.  They were too rough!  If only she could find a man who could
treat her with the gentle kindness of a woman!  She shied away from such
thoughts.  Momma had beaten her when she was young, and had poorly phrased
her thoughts of how much more desirable it would be to kiss a woman's soft
lips instead of a man's!



   Miss Amanda had smiled at her as if nothing was amiss.  "Good morning,
Mary.  Please inform mother I will be joining her directly for breakfast."
It was then she realized the state of the bedclothes, or more rightly, the
state of her own body.  "Go!  Go now!" she had cried in panic as she
covered the tell tale lump with a pillow.



   Mary ran from the room.  She feared she would be sacked on the spot, but
when next she saw Miss Amanda; her mistress only gave her a rueful smile.
"Mary, please forgive me for startling you." She had said in sweet gentle
kindness.  "Your position here is secure, as long as you breathe not one
word of what you observed to a living soul."



   "Miss Amanda, I would never betray you!" Mary had promised.  "You and
the Lady Oswald have treated me with nothing but kindness!  I would never
do anything to cause you unease!"



   The lovely blonde had taken Mary's hands into her own.  The maid still
could feel the tingle that had raced all through her body at that simple
touch!  "Thank you, Mary.  Rest assured I will never cause any unease for
you!"



   Feeling safe in her chamber, Mary turned down the gas and slipped out of
her uniform in the soft glow of the flickering little flame.  She had felt
breathless and fluttery all day from the secret she now held with her
mistress.  She had felt something else, too.  It was a feeling she often
felt in the darkness of night.  A feeling between her legs, when she
dreamed sweet forbidden dreams of kissing and touching another woman!



   Feeling bold and naughty, Mary sat nude upon her narrow cot.  In the
twilight of her room, a hand stirred.  Thinking of Miss Amanda greeting the
new day, that hand slipped gingerly between plump thighs.  Once again she
felt that most alarming, yet exciting moistness.  The lips of her womanhood
were pouting and slick with this secret flow of honey.  She let it coat her
fingers, and dreamed of her beautiful mistress.  Did Miss Amanda have a
woman's treasure too?  Mary was certain of it!  Her mistress was so
graceful of form and manner.  It just had to be that she somehow was born
with something extra, rather then be missing the delicate proof of
maidenhood!



   Her fingers caressed gently in a manner that would surely earn her
another beating from her mother.  Mary knew that what she was doing was
dirty and wrong.  Her mother had told her that what she now touched so
freely was solely for a husband to take his ease and pleasures in.  Mary
didn't care about that any more!  Her curious fingers had led her to a
stunning discovery.  If one petted herself in just the right manner, it
could lead to pleasures which would make the body quiver tremble and shake
as if taken by some frightful debilitating fit!



   Breathing growing heavier, Mary's fingers moved faster.  She felt for
and found her pearl.  Lately it seemed to have grown larger and more
sensitive since she herself had reached the age of eighteen.  Her thumb
moved against it as the precious jewel peeked from its hood.  The maid's
toes curled at the wonderful sensations.  Lying back, she thought about how
kind and gentle Miss Amanda was.  She thought about that wonderful mane of
golden curls.  She even thought about the pert and lovely bosom, nearly as
large as her own.  Most of all, she thought about what had been hidden by
the bed clothes!  Mary had never seen one before.  What did a boy's prod
look like?  For the first time in her life, she burned with the desire to
know!



   Panting from her exertions, strange thoughts filled Mary's mind.  She
knew what men wanted to do to her.  She hated and rejected that idea ever
since her bosom had grown so large and they started sniffing after her! 
For the first time in her life, she wondered how it would be.  Would Miss
Amanda wish to sink her prod deep into a woman's body?  Would she want to
do such a thing with a mere maid?  The idea was frightful, yet the dampness
between her legs grew!  She needed to keep herself pure, for she was a good
girl, yet wanted Miss Amanda to do `that' to her!  She wanted to give her
maidenhead to her beautiful mistress!



   Mary tried to keep from crying out as her body strained to reach that
special secret place.  Her bottom bounced on her bed as if she were trying
to urge something to impale her.  Shoving her thumb into her mouth, Mary
whimpered and moaned around it as that scary wonderful feeling took over.
She shook and quivered beyond all control!  It was as if her soul was
trying to leave her body in order to stay in this wondrous land of joy!  If
she should die now, she would only welcome it if it meant this feeling
would continue!



   Heart still racing, Mary slowly returned to her senses.  Once again the
guilt of what she had done struck her.  Each time, she felt it a little
less.  Now, it only made her feel warm as she blushed from head to toe
remembering the dirty little things she had just done to her still
quivering body.  Treating it as her penance, the maid rose from her bed to
pour some water from the pitcher into her basin.  She shivered lightly as
she washed her body with the chill water and then carefully dried herself.
Slipping into her simple night dress, the weary maid slipped under her
covers.  When she fell asleep, a gentle smile formed on ruby lips as she
dreamed of her beloved mistress.



   The next morning, Mary was all the earlier when she opened the drapes of
her mistress's bedchamber.  Miss Amanda stretched luxuriously in the bright
sunshine playing across her bed.  As was her place, Mary gave no outward
sign of noticing that once again, something rose above the waking woman's
slender body.  Deep inside though, curiosity burned as to exactly what that
large protuberance would look like if she only had the courage to pull away
the sheets.



   "Mary thank you for being so understanding." The lovely blonde pulled
back the sheets, and wrapped herself in her dressing gown.  It did very
little to hide the object that seemed to clash with the woman's feminine
beauty.  "You may go now.  I have something that needs attending before I
join mother for breakfast."



   "Yes Miss." Mary curtsied, and then scurried from the room.  The maid
waited with the patience of her class, standing in the hall in case her
mistress should call for her.



   It was nearly half of an hour past when Miss Amanda finally emerged from
her rooms.  Mary could see that the pale lovely face was a bit flushed.  As
for that morning oddity, Mary could see not a hint of it beneath her
mistress's flowing skirts.  Curtsying again, Mary slipped into the room in
order to make up the bed.



   As she pulled off the sheets in order to freshly redress the bed,
something fell to the floor.  It was a lace handkerchief.  It hadn't
fluttered its way down as one might expect.  This one dropped rather
swiftly.  Mary picked it up.  The delicate lace was completely sodden with
a rather thick liquid.  The redhead raised it to her nose and sniffed.  The
liquid had a musky, not altogether unpleasant scent.  It put Mary in mind
of mushrooms and damp leaves on a forest floor.



   "Whatever could this be?" she mused as she inhaled again.  Taking the
handkerchief to the window, she examined it in the early morning sunlight.
Touching the moisture made her fingertip shine with a clear but oily sheen.
The maid's heart thumped as something Cook's daughter had once told her
sprang to mind.  The maid whispered to herself in sudden and complete
understanding.  "Miss Amanda abused herself, like the way boys do when they
aren't married!"



   The lump had been just as big as life this morning, but there had been
no sign of it when Miss Amanda had left to join her mother at breakfast. 
The beautiful young lady had needed to resort to the ease of her own hand!
"This, is this Miss Amanda's, issue?"



   Mary stared at her fingertip, mesmerized.  Her hand trembled, but she
couldn't seem to stop what came next.  Slowly, ever so achingly slowly, she
brought that finger to her lips.  Light as the touch of a butterfly, her
tongue gathered the gleaming viscous substance.  The salty musk lay
cloyingly on her tongue.  With a little moan, Mary wet her finger again,
and once more brought it to her lips.  This time, she boldly stuck the
finger right into her mouth!



   The maid could not help herself after that!  Part of her was horrified
at what she was doing, but that didn't seem to matter.  Mary lapped at the
lace, moaning softly as she actually consumed the fluid deposited by her
mistress!



   She was struck dumb with fear when the door suddenly opened.  "Mary,
what in heaven's name are you doing?" Miss Amanda cried as she observed her
maid, with a handkerchief stuffed almost completely into her mouth!  "Where
did you find that?  Oh dear God, do you know what that is?"



   Too late, Mary pulled the sodden linen from her mouth and hid it behind
her back.  "Miss Amanda!" she gasped, her heart filling with dread. 
"Please, I, I didn't mean to disturb your things!  I was making up the bed,
and, and it dropped to the floorboards!" the redhead felt tears filling her
eyes.  "I know I should have sent it to be laundered with the sheets.  It
will never happen again.  Please Miss, please forgive me!"



   Before Amanda could answer, her mother, Lady Penelope Oswald, appeared
in the doorway.  "What ever is going on in here?" she asked crossly.  She
eyed her daughter with more then a little suspicion.  "Amanda dear, will I
have to go through the trouble of finding a new upstairs servant?  You know
the difficulty we had last time!"



   Utterly composed now, the lovely blonde just smiled.  "There is no
problem, mother.  Mary is rather upset over me finding her trying on my old
dressing gown."



   Lady Penelope smiled.  "Heaven's child, we're not monsters!" she picked
the supposed dressing gown in question up from the settee where her
daughter had left it.  She held the garment up to Mary.  "It suits you, my
dear." She smiled.  "The green very nearly matches your lovely eyes."



   Miss Amanda smiled in return, and took the dressing gown from her
mother. "Would you like to keep it, Mary?" She gave the maid a wink when
her mother wasn't looking.  "I do believe it will look better on you then
it ever has on me."



   Mary just nodded.  Miss Amanda handed her the gown, and used the
opportunity to take the damp handkerchief from the maid's trembling hand in
a remarkable showing, or more precisely not showing of slight of hand. 
"Th-Thank you, Miss." She stammered.  "I, I'm sorry I took such liberties."



   "Nonsense child, it is all water under the bridge." Lady Oswald laughed.
"Next time I or my daughter may wish to discard something, we will surely
offer it to you." She gave a slight shake of her head.  "I'll have no more
sneaking about though, do you understand?  Remember your place from now
on."



   "Yes Milady!" Mary smiled shyly; astounded that Miss Amanda would come
to her aid in such a timely manner.  "No more sneaking."



   "Capital!" Lady Oswald looked thoughtful.  "Let me see your foot, my
dear."



   Mary lifted her skirt a trifle, and extended her leg slightly for the
Lady to see.  She blushed over the worn condition of her boots.  Why did
she have to show the left one?  She had replaced the missing top button
herself, and it didn't nearly match the others!  "They're old, Milady, but
they still have wear left in them!" Was she imagining it, or was Miss
Amanda giving more then a casual glance at the slight expanse of bare leg
she was shamelessly displaying?



   "Yes, I think they'll suit you." Lady Oswald said with a note of
finality.  "I have a pair of boots that are simply too plain for me to
wear. Mary, my dear, I shall give them to you!"



   "Thank you, Milady!" Mary curtsied, not believing her good fortune!  A
new dressing gown and new boots too?  She couldn't help smiling as she ran
her fingers lightly over the green plush of the gown.  "Thank you oh so
much!"



   Late that night, Mary sat in her little room, feeling warm and happy
wrapped in her new dressing gown.  She held a boot in her hand, and stroked
the supple soft leather.  "They're beautiful." She said yet again,
marveling at the exquisite craftsmanship.  "I'll look a proper lady in
these!" She was startled when the bell over her door danced and jingled as
the wire tugged it.  It was very unusual for Miss Amanda to summon her so
late at night.  Mary obediently jumped up and hastened to her mistress's
aid.



   Mary tapped lightly on Miss Amanda's door, and waited.  "Please come
in." her mistress called softly.



   She opened the door and slipped inside.  The room was warm, lit only by
the blazing logs in the fireplace.  "May I get you something, Miss?" Mary
asked eagerly.  Her heart throbbed as she gazed at the beautiful woman
sitting up in the bed.  Her face grew warm when she noticed the pillow
sitting where Miss Amanda's lap was under the covers.  "Would you, um, like
a glass of warm milk?"



   Amanda patted the bed next to her.  "Sit with me, Mary.  I'd like to
have a talk with you."



   Have a talk?  Talk with Miss Amanda as she would an acquaintance at the
green grocer?  The maid scurried over and perched nervously on the very
edge of the bed.  "What would you like me to say?" she asked in honest
confusion.



   Miss Amanda's eyes seemed to glow brighter then the flames dancing in
the hearth.  "You knew what was on that handkerchief." It was a statement
of fact, not a question.  "Yet you put it into your mouth."



   Mary's eyes opened wide.  She had thought her shameful actions were to
be forgotten!  "Miss Amanda, please do not speak of that!"



   Ignoring the outburst, Amanda continued.  "I have heard it is usually an
acquired taste.  It was quite some time before I dared sample it myself. 
Since then, I have grown rather fond of the savory tang I produce." She
stared intently at the maid.  "Tell me.  Did you find the flavor
appealing?"



   Time seemed to stand still.  Mary would have bolted from the room, had
she not seen the undisguised longing in those shining blue eyes.  She could
not bring herself to dim that look of hope.  Not trusting herself to speak,
the maid simply nodded her head.



   Those hypnotic eyes flashed brighter.  "Mary, would you like to taste
that unusual flavor again?"



   Feeling herself begin to tremble, Mary gulped once or twice.  "Miss" she
gasped softly.  "I, I think I might like that.  I think I might like it
very much!"



   "Fetch me a teacup."



   Mary jumped from the bed.  Holding up her lovely new dressing gown, and
her old worn nightdress beneath, the maid ran for all she was worth through
the darkened corridors.  Thank goodness she saw no one on her way!  Once
her hand touched the eggshell china of a cup, it somehow became real. 
"Miss Amanda wants to fill this?" she whispered before turning to scurry
back.  "She wants to fill this, and watch me drink it!" The musky briny
taste seemed to once again fog her senses.  Whatever may come of this
night, Mary knew one thing.  She wanted it too!  She wanted to once again
savor the very essence of her beautiful mistress!



   She hastened back with the cup.  Retuning to the warm room, she found
her mistress had turned down the covers.  Sitting on the side of the bed,
Miss Amanda's difference made its presence known.  Beneath the delicate
gossamer of her mistress's nightdress, it seemed to point directly at the
trembling maid.  Mary could see that the rounded end was quite darker then
the rest of Miss Amanda's lovely milk white skin, but could not make out
any real details.  It seemed to be every bit as dark and ruddy as the firm
nipples straining just as eagerly against the bodice of the sheer garment.



   "I had worried you would not return." Amanda smiled sweetly.  "If you
had not, the matter would have ended with no ill feelings against you, Mary
dear."



   Legs feeling wobbly, the maid stepped closer.  "Here is the teacup." She
said nervously as she held it out with both hands.



   "No Mary, you hold on to that." Amanda stood, and slowly pulled her
nightdress upward to slip it off of her body.  "Hold it, and wait for what
I wish to give you."



   Mary was struck speechless.  Miss Amanda was so achingly beautiful!  She
had never been in the presence of another naked soul before, and the
experience had set her heart to racing!  Long perfect limbs graced a body
of slender waist, and full, sensual hips.  Round firm and proud, her
mistress had a bosom very nearly the equal of her own.  One thing drew her
vision like a loadstone.  It was her mistress's prod!



   Mary couldn't help staring at the rigid staff pointing towards her.  She
could see a tracing of veins over the thick shaft.  A shaft very nearly as
thick as her wrist!  It curved gracefully upwards along its foot long
length, and seemed to quiver slightly in a regular rhythm to match the
beating of her mistress's heart.  It was topped by a bulbous helmet shaped
crown.  As Mary watched, more of this almost angry red crown slipped from
the skin that seemed to encircle and protect it.  The little slit like
opening at the very apex began to weep a shimmering clear fluid once the
huge head was fully exposed to her view.



   Amanda laughed softly.  It seemed to come from deep inside her, like the
purr of a contented jungle cat.  She had noticed the maid dip her head, to
facilitate a better view.  "Yes Mary, I have both." Spreading her legs
wider, the blonde used one hand to hold the heavy shaft against her
stomach. With the other, she used two fingers to spread pouting lips for
the wondering gaze of her maid.  "This is how the Good lord saw fit to
create me.  I am cleft like a normal woman, but am also graced, or perhaps
cursed by this male member." She smiled ruefully.  "I am just thankful The
Lord did not see fit to gift me with a man's goose eggs, too.  Mother is of
the opinion that they are concealed within me.  After all, I share this
aspect with her, and she managed to seed me into the womb of her favorite
seamstress."



   Mary was hardly listening.  It was all she could do to keep from
dropping to her knees in worship.  "Miss!" she breathed.  "Oh Miss, how
lovely you are!"



   "You are not afraid?"



   "Oh no, I am not afraid!" Mary felt her face grow warm.  "Maybe, maybe
just a little.  Who am I not to feel fear while standing before an angel?"



   Miss Amanda smiled.  "Such praise will surely make me blush." She said
with a happy laugh.  "I am no angel, my dear Mary, of that I have no
doubt."



   "You are to me, Miss!"



   "So formal!" The blonde sank gracefully to once more sit on the bed.  "I
have no title.  Mother forced me onto a commoner.  Much money changed hands
to cover up her little indiscretion, but I can not hold title." She looked
thoughtful.  "It is a wonder of the human heart that her dressmaker
eventually forgave her, and has since resumed their quietly intimate
relationship." She laughed again.  "I am not to know that Miss Emily Smyth
has produced two more fine offspring for mother.  Since they are male,
mother saw fit that they be raised by the woman that carried them for nine
months.  The woman who gave birth to me is currently great with child
again. I will soon have a third sibling.  Mother even thinks I do not know
how often she sneaks this woman in after I have gone to my bed."



   "The mysterious woman of the gravid belly!" Mary blushed.  Most of the
staff had seen her at one time or another, but none had ever dared to
question her presence late at night.  "Miss, it is not my place to know
such things about your family!  Why are you telling me these things?" Mary
asked softly while still clutching the teacup.



   "Loneliness perhaps." The blonde sighed.  "Mary, I want you to be my
friend.  I wish for someone to help me out of friendship.  I do not want a
maid who is only obeying an unusual and far too personal order!" she
paused. "Have no fears.  If I ask too much, I will never speak of this
again.  You can return to being my trusted maid, and I shall be nothing but
your kind but distant employer from this moment on."



   Mary stared into lovely blue eyes, and felt as if she would be lost in
the sadness she saw there.  She took a deep breath and sank to her knees.
"Amanda" she whispered.  "I will be your friend!" She reached out a hand
and touched hardness.  "What must I do to bring you ease?"



   The blonde's entire body gave a sudden twitch at that tentative contact.
"Never has another hand touched me in this way." She breathed.  "Never have
I dared dream I would find someone as mother had!"



   Mary was operating on some base level.  Her slender fingers wrapped
gently around the warm hardness of the lovely woman's inflamed prod.  "I
still think you are an angel, Amanda!" she sighed as that gentle hand began
to stroke.  "You are my angel, and my friend!"



   The two women stared into each other's eyes as Mary's hand slid up and
down that turgid shaft.  "Oh Mary!  Loosen your grip just a little more."
She sighed happily.  "Oh yes, that is very good.  Now Mary, please
lubricate me.  It is best if the skin is not dry.  It is quite sensitive
and could chafe."



   The redhead was puzzled.  "Lubricate?  How Miss?  I mean, how should I
do that, Amanda?"



   "Do not be shocked, Mary dear." The blonde said in a hushed voice.  "I
wish you to spit upon my shaft." Her face grew red.  That is what I usually
do when alone."



   Mary nearly recoiled at that strange request, but the single word
`alone' seemed to hold such sadness as Amanda spoke it.  Oddly enough, her
mouth was watering anyway.  The redhead looked almost comical as she worked
her mouth, but very soon gathered up enough saliva to make a man proud! 
She let loose, and spat on her angel's straining member.  "Like that?" she
asked hopefully as she used her gripping hand to spread the frothy spittle
until the entire shaft gleamed.  "Is that better?"



   "Oh yes, that is lovely!" Amanda shuddered as Mary's gentle hand worked
magic on her engorged flesh.  "Renew it often." She breathed.  "Keep it
wet. It, it will not be long now!"



   Mary kept up the rhythm that her new friend seemed to enjoy.  She looked
from the head of the shaft, to the lovely blonde's eyes.  The lids had
nearly closed, and fluttered with obvious feelings of pleasure.  An idea
entered the maid's mind.  She had heard whispers about how Cook had
thrashed the stable boy within an inch of his life.  It seemed that Beth,
Cook's daughter, had been caught in a most compromising position.  Young
Frank had been standing over her as she knelt in the straw, and he had
placed his prod within her mouth!  Beth had later confided that this action
was all the rage in Paris France.  It was just the thing to keep hold of a
man, if a woman didn't want her belly to grow gravid with child before her
wedding day.



   The more Mary thought of this, the more sensible it seemed.  Her mouth
would readily keep her mistress, no, her friend!  Her mouth would keep her
friend's delicate skin moist and comfortable, as long as she took pains not
to abrade it with her teeth!  Why fill a vessel with what was to be
produced if she was only to drink it right down?  Her mouth could just as
readily accept all that was offered!  Mary paused, and held the teacup up.
"This will not be needed after all." She said in a soft voice.



   Amanda sighed as she took the offered cup.  "I understand." She smiled
sadly.  "I thank you for what you have done for me, and shall never speak
of it again." Her eyes opened wide.  "Oh Mary, What are you doing?"



   The redhead let her actions take the place of words.  Heart pounding,
she leaned closer to that wonderful yet frightening staff.  Carefully
opening her mouth wide, she let the swollen ruddy head slip past her ruby
lips.  At first Mary wasn't sure what to do, but as she moved her tongue
slightly, Amanda moaned in pure sensual delight.  It was a strain to keep
her jaws opened wide enough to provide a warm safe haven for Mary's thick
shaft, but the maid could only think of providing comfort and ease for her
friend as she let more of it pass the boundary of her widely stretched
lips.



   She moved her tongue again, and soft murmurs and happy sighs told her
that all was well.  Watching the lovely blonde intently through nearly
crossed eyes, Mary gently sucked as if trying to extract the delightful
filling from some wondrously prepared pastry.  "Oh Mary!" Amanda cried as
she threw her head back "Oh my beautiful sweet Mary!"



   She would never dare speak of this to a living soul, but Mary decided
she would have to find some way of thanking Beth!  This was truly a
blessing!  She could please her friend nightly, and then return to her own
little room and provide herself with the wonderful feelings that her hand
could bring.  Amanda would have the companionship she craved, while Mary
would never have to risk the shame that would befall her if she were to
lose her chaste purity to this frightful yet awe inspiring staff!



   The maid increased her efforts, never dreaming that she was rapidly
approaching a moment that would forever change her life.  With part of the
shaft within her mouth, her tongue swirled as if she savored a sweet. 
Sucking still harder, she resumed the gentle tugging and stroking of her
hand.



   Amanda gripped the bedclothes in both dainty fists, least she grab that
glorious crown of fiery hair and plunge herself into complete bliss!  "Oh,
my lovely Mary!" she cried breathlessly.  "I am nearly there!" her head
flew from side to side, long golden tresses obscuring her flushed face. 
"Mary, I beg of you, do not stop!  I, I succumb!"



   The shaft in her hand gave a mighty pulse.  Mary's eyes opened wide as
heat filled her straining mouth!  Musky savory cream burst onto her waiting
tongue!  With a moan, she tried to contain it all, but it was far too much!
Convulsively, the redhead swallowed, and swallowed again!  Still, the salty
liquid filled her!  Such was her dedication to her mistress and friend, her
hand continued to milk Amanda's hardness.  In fact, Mary stroked faster
then ever as she desperately worked to consume the heady fluid.  Gasping
and nearly swooning, she kept right on swallowing every precious drop of
what was being so freely offered to her!  The maid never stopped until
Amanda sighed as the twitching and convulsing of her hardness eased to a
fitful stop.



   "Did I please you, Miss?" Mary asked eagerly with her voice thickened by
all she had taken into herself.  "Amanda, did I bring you pleasure?"



   Placing a warm hand gently on Mary's cheek, Amanda smiled.  "You have
pleased me greatly.  I never dreamed someone as lovely as you would share
this moment with me!"



   Mary smiled shyly in return.  "The pleasure was mine, Miss, I mean
Amanda." She stood and curtsied before the lovely blonde.  "I would be
honored if you were to let me perform this duty for you every night,
Amanda."



   When the redhead turned to go, Amanda sprang to her feet.  "Where are
you going?" she asked in a hurt voice.  "The clock has only struck eleven!
You can not depart now!  I need more!  Mary, I need you!"



   Mary paused as she headed to the door, and that pause was her undoing.
Amanda's grasp on her arm was surprisingly strong as she was pulled back
towards the bed.  "Amanda, what is this?" she cried as her night clothes
were tugged from her body.  "Please, stop!  I am a good girl!" she cried as
she was bodily thrown onto the luxuriously soft bed.  That was when her
eyes beheld that the shaft had not receded.  It was just as turgid and firm
as ever!



   Amanda's strong legs were soon between hers.  Being an avid bicyclist,
Amanda seldom went a day without operating her machine.  Legs shaped by
endless miles of cycling while breathing good country air forced those of
the redhead to spread ever wider!  "No, oh please, no!" the maid cried as
Amanda's intentions became clear as crystal.  "I have no husband!  I am
untouched!"



   "You have me!" the blonde cried as she lay atop the struggling beauty.
"That is all you need!"



   "You will ruin me!" Mary tried to wriggle out from under the suddenly
aggressive young woman, but it was no use!  She was only trying to preserve
her maidenhood, while Amanda attempted to make all her dreams and longing
come true!  "Please, do not pierce me!" the maid cried as a warm hard
presence made itself known between her quivering legs.  "Oh please, do not
take me!"



   "I must!" Amanda cried as she reached between them to grasp her
hardness. "Mary, you must let me do this one thing!  I need you!  I burn to
feel your body embrace my true self!"



   The redhead whimpered as she made one last effort to escape her fate. 
Why oh why was she feeling like this?  The shaft pressing against her mons
filled her with feelings of sensual delight, even as she struggled for her
freedom.  She had to get away, but her body was feeling as if she wanted to
touch herself in that private and unwholesome way!  Amanda shifted over
her, and that mighty shaft changed position.  There was a pressure at her
very center.  The swollen red crown had found the pathway to her most inner
being!  It was entering!  Mary closed her eyes and bit her quivering lower
lip as with a slight tearing pain; her precious maidenhead was forever torn
away!  "Oh no, Amanda, you have ruined me!"



   As her shaft sank deep into blessed warmth, Amanda sighed.  "You are not
ruined, my beautiful Mary!  You are perfect!" As their bodies joined, the
blond pressed her lips to those of the whimpering redhead.  "Mary, I love
you!"



   Lips soft against hers, Mary's fear began to fade.  Oh, how right she
had been.  The lips of a woman felt so right against her own!  "You, you
love me?" she breathed.



   "Yes, my lovely Mary!" There were tears in those lovely blue eyes, but
no sadness!  "Mary, I loved you since the day mother hired you!  I bless
her every night for bringing you into my life!"



   Eyes opening wide, Mary felt as if her heart would explode!  "Oh Amanda,
I love you too!" The huge presence spreading her moved, and forced a
breathy sigh from the redhead.  "You are so large." She cooed.  "Amanda,
you are so deep within me!"



   "Within you lay heaven!" Amanda began to move her hips in earnest.  "Oh,
my dear beloved, how I've longed to feel this wonder!"



   Relaxing to her fate, Mary's arms encircled the lovely woman lying above
her and hugged her tight.  It was a warm and comforting feeling to press
her bosom against that of her friend.  "I, I am here for you, Amanda!" She
took a deep and shuddery breath.  "I was right!  You are my angel!"



   The two lovers became lost in the world of each other's bodies.  Neither
knew just what to do, but together they learned.  Oh, how they learned! 
They found a rhythm between them, and very soon began to move as one.  Mary
found that each time Amanda's shaft withdrew from her quaking body, for
that exquisitely brief moment, she longed for it to once again plunge right
to her very soul!  Hips rolling, and lungs working, the two loves panted as
they tried to give the other blessed release.



   Amanda struggled to retain one tiny grasp on her self control.  "I must
stop!" she cried, as her movements slowed.  "I can not spend inside of
you!"



   Mary moaned.  "I will have your child, if you spend."



   "Oh Mary, that is right.  I must stop, or you will become heavy with my
child!" The blonde sighed.  "Please Mary; once again offer me the warmth of
your mouth!"



   Fear filled her, but the maid could not seem to stop herself.  She
hugged Amanda convulsively tighter, as her legs wrapped around those of her
lover.  "I will have your child if you spend in me!" she cried, as she
vainly tried to make her unreasoning body obey her fearful mind.  "Oh
Amanda, do not spend!  Please, do not release within me!"



   "Mary, what are you doing?  I, I can not stop!" Amanda felt her control
weaken.  She thrust her hips at Mary, and buried her hardness deep within
the inviting warmth of the redhead's glorious snug sheath.



   Mary gave a cry as her body shook.  It was that feeling!  That late
night feeling overwhelmed her!  Her body convulsed with a power the likes
she had never known before!



   Amanda cried right with her.  "Oh Mary, I, I am spent!" she wailed as
from deep within, the feeling of power and glory grew!  Her staff throbbed,
as she released life into the womb of her lover.  It seemed endless!  With
every beat of her heart, still more of her issue flooded deep into Mary's
welcoming body!



   Eyes fluttering, Mary awoke to see a beautiful face looking down at her.
Lovely blue eyes radiated fearful concern.  "Oh my beloved Mary, are you
well?  Have I harmed you?  You were beyond awareness for several moments!"



   "You are an angel!" the redhead whispered with a smile.  "I am
unharmed." She announced, vowing to never to speak of the soreness she now
felt from her abrupt and unexpected deflowering.  "I am well, I am" Her
smile faltered.  "I am with child." She whispered as she gingerly touched
the pearly fluid seeping from her tender sex.  A hint of pink in that fluid
spoke volumes on her lost chastity.  "Oh Amanda, what shall I do?  I am
shamed!  What will people say?"



   With no warning, the bedchamber door flew open.  "People will say
nothing!" Lady Penelope announced as she swept into the room.  "Daughter,
do you love her?" that stern voice demanded.



   "Yes mother!  More then life itself!"



   "Mary my dear, think hard on this.  Do you love my daughter?"



   Grasping Amanda's hand tight in hers, Mary smiled despite her sudden
trembling fear.  "Y-Yes, Milady, I love your daughter so very much!"



   "Then I see no problem!  Mary dear, you will no longer act as maid for
this household.  Instead, you will fill the position of a lady's companion.
Of course it means that from this night forward you shall share my
daughter's bed." The stern look evaporated, to be replaced by a cunning
smile.  "I suspect that soon you will be gravid with my daughter's child.
Have no fears.  I will take quite unkindly towards anyone that dares to
question your character!"



   The two young women suddenly remembered their state of undress, and
gathered the forgotten bedclothes around their flushed bodies.  "Mother,
how can I thank you?" Amanda cried joyfully.



   Lady Penelope smiled, and discreetly tried to hide the telling lump
beneath her night clothes.  "Perhaps you could try being just a might
quieter in expressing your feelings towards one another.  I am glad that
rest of the servants sleep in the other wing.  You woke us; you woke me
from a sound slumber."



   Amanda smiled.  "Please beg Emily my forgiveness.  You must have been up
very late with your new dress fitting."



   "Quite so." Lady Penelope giggled like a schoolgirl as she swept out of
the room.  "Emily dear" they heard her call as the door closed.  "I feel
the need for you to take my measurements again!  Surely your condition will
not prevent another fitting tonight."



   The two young lovers giggled in each other's arms.  The giggles shortly
turned to breathless sighs as Mary once again accepted Amanda into her
flushed body.



   Mary Elizabeth O'Brian stiffened as she heard the whispered words.  She
closed her eyes and ignored the woman who spoke them.  Face growing warm,
the former maid knew that her fine new clothes did little to hide the
shameful bulge growing and changing her figure.  Was that any reason why a
woman who didn't properly know her would brand her a harlot?



   "Mrs.  Crabtree, I fear you are not well." Lady Penelope announced
loudly before the woman gathered to hear a lecture about the latest
discoveries in the natural sciences.  Her eyes flashed as they seemed to
pierce the woman in question.  "It must be the strain of your husband
losing his position, and the need for him to discharge your cook and sell
off your plate." Her smile was icy.  "Perhaps you had better leave!"



   Amanda patted the seat next to her.  "Mary, sit here and rest yourself.
I know you are having a trying time, what with your husband off studying
wild beasts in the heart of Africa."



   Mary smiled as she saw the back of Mrs.  Crabtree.  The bitter woman had
left in quite a huff.  "Miss Amanda, you are too kind." She sat next to her
husband, for she and Amanda thought of themselves as married just as surely
as if they had stood together in church before God!  It would have been
pleasant to hold hands during the interesting lecture, but both Amanda and
Lady Penelope had cautioned her on the need to keep a proper face on
things. During the day she was Amanda's trusted friend and companion.  At
night, she was the beautiful blonde's loving and dutiful wife!



   Still, it was hard not to laugh at the idea of her mysterious traveling
husband.  Lady Penelope had explained it all quite clearly.  They dared not
claim she was a widow, carrying her departed beloved's child.  This way was
by far the better!  Soon after she bore Amanda her first child, the time
would be right.  Talk would spread that the mythical traveling man had
returned for a fortnight, only to head out yet again to some flung far
corner of the world.  None would see him of course, but Mary would then
have a fine unimpeachable excuse as to why she yet again had a gravid
belly!