what happens next?

Lillian's youth, expanded

Dear Diary,
I've finally come of age. It seems lifetimes ago when I stepped off The Nantucket's Dream into this jungle world paradise. My father is away to Kanda to oversee the shipment arrivals. Samuel, the man I am to marry I'm told, has yet to arrive. I wonder what he will be like? I know he is much older, 20 years my senior.

They simply won't stop growing. I'm barely 18 years of age, and have the bosom of a mature woman. They are so tender now. I wonder if its something that was in the inoculations I received. I caught Albert peeking in at me again as I was looking at them in the mirror, rubbing them. I must admit I didn't do much this time to cover up. He's seen me toweling off enough now that the sight of my nude body will soon become boring to him.

Father caught him once, and shooed him away. He blushed when he saw my body. I'd become a woman, right under his nose.

Dear Diary,
Clifford has joined Albert peaking through the keyhole as I bathe. I don't know why, but some wicked part of my mind seems to enjoy knowing they are out there, breathing in anticipation of my exit from the water, the soap dripping off of my legs before I towel off. I caught my hand travelling down my stomach, and finding a rest at my most sinful place. I let my finger slide down between my lips. I closed my eyes, imagining what they wished to do to me.

I turned, and looked at the keyhole as slid my finger into myself. I don't know if I can wait for Samuel. There is something different here on Rajah-4. Some of the older girls call it "the Blush" due to the wicked thoughts clouding their minds. Perhaps I have it, too. I think I'll return the favor on Arthur tonight. Just last Weds I heard slight grunts coming from his room. His length is impressive, though in truth I don't have to compare it to, other than the nude Hindu I've seen, and they weren't engorged as he was.

It was in this state that I was caught by Greta, our tall and shapely Austrailian family maid that mother hired on a trip to Kingston Outpost. Rumor has it that she initially came with a group of miners as a prisoner, but had since proven useful in other ways. She just stood silently in the doorframe, watching. She had both Albert and Clifford by the collars, making sure they didn't go anywhere. "Lillian, you should be a bit more cautious. These two just wanted a peek, this time. Its like you all have developed some sort of game out of catching each other. Let me assure you that men are wicked, and not all of them will be content to stay at the door. Sometimes you've got to put them in their place, don't you, little worm?" she said, shaking them by the lapels. They stammered out embarrassed affirmations. I could see the look in her eyes, though. I'd seen it when she bent me over her knee and spanked me as a child.

"Something's wrong here on this planet. Back in my village, they'd swear it was the Devil himself come and unleashed a demon of Lust and Fornication upon this colony. Its worse in the mines. Much worse. I think I spent more time on my knees than I did behind a autodrill. Go on, boys, get a good look at her. She isn't even stopping. She wants you to see this." she said, pushing the boys in the room, and closing the door behind her.

She grabbed Albert by the throat, and kissed him passionately. Clifford wasted no time approaching me. I held out my soapy foot and placed it on his chest. He looked down to see my hand furiously churning the water as he unbottoned his trousers. I sat out of the water as if possessed, and pulled them down by the waist. Greta pulled him back, encircling his member with her delicate hand.

"Here you go, dear. Here is something to sin to." she said, stroking him as Albert's hands roamed her body. She turned, and held his face with her hand before forcing him to his knees. "Albert, you've been naughty. You'll have to wait your turn. Clean me." she said, turning away from him. She slid her small skirt up, and pressed his face to her sex. I could only see her face, but she seemed pleased by his actions. She held Clifford by the neck from behind with one hand, and had seized him around the elbows, forcing his arms behind his back, with the other.

"Go on then, Lillian. Get a good look at him. Gasping for breath. Unable to move. Hard and long and staring at you." she said sensually in his ear with exotic accent. I turned over in the tub so that I was on my knees, and reached out for it with a giggle. His manhood was thick and hairy, and pulsed to life under my hand. I'd never touched one before. "He wants you to suck it, don't you Little Worm?" she said, pushing him foreward. "Do you want to suck his randy prick, Miss?" Greta asked, her hand disappearing down his behind and between them. Just as I was about to wrap my quivering lips over it, she made a sharp motion, and Clifford's eyes went wide. HIs penis started spewing semen in great arcs and ropes, covering my chest with his seed. He grimaced and coughed, her grip around his neck tight. "Now, Lillian." she said. I scooped his twitching cockhead head into my mouth with a muffled moan.

He held each side of his head with his hands, the sensations destroying his mind with an overload of pleasure. I sucked the head and stroked his shaft, milking his essence into my mouth. He heaved in great tremors as Greta and I worked him over, my mind overcome with the most debased thoughts and desires as I swallowed as much of his salty seed as I could, rubbing the rest into my impressive bosom, the semen swirling off of me to mix with the spirals of soap in the bath water. Greta pulled him away, and pushed him against the wall. "You did not have permission to do that, Cliff. Stand in the corner. Albert, lay down." she said, completely in control of them. I never expected to see this. The Hindu maids and servants are all very submissive, very accomodating, and if rumor be true, very open and joyous in their celebrations of the carnal life. This, this was something else, and I must say I liked it.

She stepped over him, one leg on either side of his hips. "Lillian, sit on his face. If we leave you two in this state, you'll both be rutting in the rose garden by dawn. Come on then, girl. As for you, piglet, try not to squeel." she said, lowering her soaking wet sex onto his painfully erect member. I slid out of the tub, still dripping wet. I pulled my long, wet, dark hair back, and slowly descended upon him. His mustache tickled as his lips sought my entrance, a locked gate that yearned to be breached. I watched as she lowered herself upon him, his member disappearing inside of her slowly. She dug her nails into his coat.

"You want to feel him inside of you, don't you Lillian? Feel what I felt, all those nights in the mines. A man's thick cock sliding into you, filling you up..." she said, enjoying the sensations as Albert began to meet her gyrations with his own thrusts as his tongue found my clitoris. My eyes shot open as if his tongue contained lightning! What a wonderous thing this was. Poor Albert didn't last long beneath the skill of our "maid", who I now suspect is kept around for much more than cleaning. As his fuel drained from him, his tongue unfortunately lost power. I finished myself off on his face, rubbing my clitoris as I slid my sex over his lips. I've been touching myself for a while, but the shock of the power of my little **** truly astounded me. My eyes fluttered in the back of my head, and my mouth hung open in a whimpering chorus of little moans.

I didn't even hear her stand. I was too deep in the throws of passion to notice she was standing in front of me until she pulled my head forward. My lips touched her cum-soaked labia and I began to lick and suck and finger the jism out of her as if I were possessed. I kept cumming and drinking and licking.

Albert and Clifford silently collected themselves and left the room to the image of her braiding my hair as I relaxed back in the tub, acting as if nothing happened once the bathroom door was shut. "So, what do you do for my family?" I asked, enjoying the little tremors in my body, this wild intoxication of lust slowly fading.

"I have certain skills that you've seen, and your father and mother have certain needs. On the side, I keep your brother and cousins occupied so they leave the nice, decent girls alone. Most of the time, anyway. I have one year left on my contract, and then I'll be heading back to Brisbane. My youth won't last forever, and now that you are of age, I suspect I'll be needed a bit less if you prove to be like the others." Greta said, washing my neck and breasts with a sponge.

"What do you mean?" I asked. She stood, sighed, and pulled my hair back and down, hard. I gasped, my back arching over the edge of the tub. She waisted no time mounting my face. Her taste was on my lips, and her free hand pulling on my nipple, squeezing it hard. I squeeled and whimpered, and my tongue started probing her as if it had a mind of its own. As I drank in her nectar, she spoke in passionate whispers.

"The colonists of this place. I catch the servants screwing each other, your parents, your cousins, visitors, and all of them in every combination. I've caught more peeping Toms and night creepers in these halls than you can imagine. And its affecting me, too. I don't think I can say "no" anymore. That's why I choose to be the Mistress, so I can at least control the situation. You'll need to learn how to do that, Lillian. But for right now, you can keep experimenting. You are doing a fantastic job..." she said, my mouth slick with her.

Dearest Margot,

As I do not wish to be caught writing this, I shall be brief. Albert, Clifford, and myself are delighted to hear that you too are a member of our little game. I've been in touch with Lucy Wolcott as well, and she says her estate is having the same troubles. Albert surprised us all with a list of rules that his parents abide by at their little secret society meetings in New Thames. Seems that the adults have had the same increase in libido as we have. The rules they came up with, in testing, have seemed to work out quite well.

If you are caught in the act, the other party can observe. The servants are used to this already as that has been the way its been for them since we arrived.
If you are willing to be caught, leave the doors open or unlocked.
No participation without invitation
Virginity must be intact.
Discretion is key.
Do not **** the submission of the servants. We don't want a rebellion.

We look forward to seeing you at our Discovery Day party. If you wish to participate, wear an emerald dress. I'll show you all the nooks and crannies of our estate where you and Peter might sneak off to.

Yours Truly,

Lillian

P.S. I might be a touch late as father is sending me for a series of medical check ups with a Doctor Miller this week, but I am to be back in time for the party as a number of important executives will be in attendance. I'll see if I can secure some of the Swedish Delights you so enjoy while I'm in town. Also, I hear the circus will be in town. Perhaps we can attend to see some of the stranger creatures of this magnificent world.