Caribbean Heat

A short novella of 6 chapters

by Liz Ardwall

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WARNING: This story contains scenes of explicit sexual activity among teenagers 13-19. The author does not encourage nor condone the reading of this story by anyone forbidden by law to do so. By continuing to read, you accept sole responsibility for your action.

If you consider a bisexual or interracial story to be offensive, please leave now. The author doesn't want to hear about it.

See the head of each chapter for the unique content therein. The following story content codes apply to the entire novella:

bisexual, interracial, blackmail reluc group 1st preg voy teen MF M+f mf ff young teen stroke

SUMMARY: French Caribbean plantation owner's daughter is seduced by her servants.

SETTING: A present-day plantation on a French Caribbean island.

CAST OF CHARACTERS (in order of appearance):

Virginie: 16 y.o. daughter of a French plantation owner

Theophile: 18 y.o. black carpenter

Mignonette: 13 y.o. house servant girl

Yvette: Virginie's 18 y.o. personal maid

Andre: 14 y.o. son of the black gardener

Etienne: 16 y.o. stable boy

Hercule: 19 y.o. field hand, lover of Yvette

GLOSSARY: The name of the heroine is pronounced "vir-gin-EE" stressed on the last syllable. The carpenter's name, Theophile, is pronounced "tay-oh-FEEL".

DISCLAIMER: This story is entirely a work of fiction. No resemblance to actual persons or places is intended. Descriptions of unprotected sexual acts are not meant to encourage the reader to engage in unsafe behavior.

Nothing in this story should be taken to endorse the sexual exploitation of the children of plantation owners by their servants.

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Caribbean Heat: Part I - bisexual, interracial, cons teens Mf, yt m solo voy teen ff young teen oral

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Prologue - hetero, interracial cons teens Mf

Virginie set out through the hot, breezeless air on a leisurely stroll to the horse barn for her usual, late afternoon ride. When a sudden thunderstorm burst the unnoticed clouds, she ran the short remaining distance. By the time she reached the doorway, her simple dress was drenched through and plastered to her skin. She laughed to think how delighted the stable boy would be to see her curves so revealed.

"Etienne!" she called to the youth in the shadows at the far end of the barn; she began to run forward to meet him.

"Mam'selle Virginie," an unexpectedly deeper voice answered. "A pleasure to see you again."

The girl slowed her dash and walked toward the young man. He was Theophile, the carpenter. Virginie saw he had been working on a rail in one of the horse stalls. His shirtless, dark chocolate torso glistened with a sheen of sweat from his labor in the humid heat of the barn.

The muscular young servant was no stranger; Virginie had given herself to him once before. Her pussy tingled, remembering the feel of his hard, black cock sliding deep inside her.

"Where is Etienne?" she inquired after the stable boy. She had been daydreaming about how they would ride out together to the stream where they had swum as children and renew that happy custom, enhanced by their recent discoveries.

"He was called to the field to shoe a draft horse," Theophile said.

The carpenter wondered if it was his lucky day. His eyes roamed over the pert breasts and voluptuous curves of his young, white mistress, clearly revealed by her rain-soaked, nearly transparent garment. Every young, black stud on the plantation dreamed of possessing her, and he'd had that good fortune once. He cast the dice.

"Mam'selle, you should remove that wet dress and let me hang it to dry. Then it will be ready when the rain stops."

Virginie knew very well that her body heat would probably dry the lightweight cotton faster than hanging it in the rain-damp air. She looked at Theophile, admiring his trim, wiry build. Her eye was caught by a bulge stretching down the leg of his thin khaki shorts. He wanted her again.

"Help me with my dress, Theophile," Virginie tried to make her teenage voice sultry and seductive.

The young man barely suppressed his eagerness as he approached her. He grasped the hem with both hands and peeled the wet material up the legs of his mistress. He smiled knowingly when he discovered she wore no undergarments - she'd wanted to be quickly ready for her stable boy. Now she was ready for her carpenter; his black cock twitched at the sight of the white girl's naked pussy.

Theophile lifted the clinging dress above her torso; he sucked in a sharp breath at the allure of his mistress's firm, young breasts. Together, they worked the damp clump of cotton over her head and off her arms. Their eyes locked for a moment, before his gaze dropped to roam over her creamy flesh.

He moved away to drape her dress over the front of an empty stall; then he quickly returned to stand before the nude, teenaged seductress. Theophile's lips were parted; his breathing was heavy with his need for her.

Her eyes followed his fingers as he unbuttoned the front of his shorts and shoved the pants down his thighs. They fell to his ankles, while his tumescent prick swung upward and slapped against the young man's flat belly. Virginie gulped at the size of his dark organ; she shuddered with desire. The naked carpenter kicked his garment away and stepped toward his mistress.

Theophile lifted the willing white girl in his arms and carried her up a short flight of steps to a low loft filled with fragrant, newly cut hay. The sturdy black youth's legs sank to his knees into the yielding grass, as he carried her soft body to a padded blanket that covered the hay and laid her carefully in the middle.

Virginie realized she must be lying where Etienne slept. She turned her face and sniffed, trying to detect his scent.

The quilt rocked when Theophile crawled between his partner's pale legs. The manly odor of his sweaty body was an intoxicating aphrodisiac to the sheltered young lady. She felt moisture drizzle from her cunt onto her thighs, and she noticed a bead of white fluid at the end of the boy's dick. They shivered with the urgency of their mutual hunger, each wanting to feel the carpenter's big, black shaft thrust into the white girl's tight, young pussy.

Virginie spread her knees and raised her arms invitingly, as her strong, virile stud moved closer. "I want you, Theophile," she panted.

The laborer lowered his dark body above the creamy flesh of his trembling mistress. She reached between them and grasped his prick; she rubbed his hard knob through her cunt slit, feeling it blossom to receive him, feeling her juices flood her groin. Virginie grunted with pleasure when he bumped her clit; then she pulled his hot pole back and stirred her opening. Theophile gasped as her pussy lips nibbled at his organ and sucked the head inside.

The black youth's rigid shaft sank into the tight, almost virgin channel of the young white girl; together they moaned in pleasure. Virginie's delicate hands clutched the damp skin of the carpenter's muscular shoulders and then slid along his smooth flanks and urged him to give her more.

Theophile pulled back and shoved his big prick deep into the white girl's vagina. He pumped in and out, reveling in the grasp of the gripping glove of the young maiden's slick, wet cunt. As the battering ram of his staff rubbed through her tender tissues, it passed over a spot that made Virginie shiver and moan with excitement.

The black stud dropped to wrap his young mate's creamy flesh in the crush of his embrace. His slick, sweaty chest slid against her sensitive nipples, sending surges of hot passion into her groin. Theophile's big cock pumped in and out of her tight channel that, until recently, had never known a man and now could not long go without the feel of firm manhood inside. The white girl squirmed beneath her strong, dark-skinned lover, stirring his fat poker in the depths of her hungry pussy.

Virginie could see in the carpenter's eyes the feeling of power he felt from his mastery of his white mistress. She yielded to him fully, clenching her pussy around his stiff shaft, urging him deeper with her grip on his flanks. He possessed her now; she belonged to her black servant. His thrusting prick kindled a fire in her groin that spread over her body.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she cried, as she shuddered and writhed in rapture beneath her conqueror.

"J'arrive!" Theophile shouted. They groaned together in the heat of their passion as his thick, black cock throbbed and pulsed and pumped his virile seed into her thirsty white womb. Virginie clutched at the carpenter's sweaty back as she deliriously received his tribute.

Theophile rested his exhausted body on the soft flesh of his mistress; their slippery bellies moved together as they gulped for air. The couple rocked gently together on the quilt above the soft, buoyant hay.

The black youth felt the warmth of his prick buried deep in the young girl's pussy hole. He knew the stable boy had taken her before him, but his own seed was strong; perhaps it would be the carpenter's black child who would grow in her white belly. His dick was still firm; she showed no urgency to leave him. Soon they would do it again.

The rain pattered steadily on the roof of the barn. As she lay cradled in the strong arms of Theophile, Virginie reflected that Yvette, her maid and mentor in l'affaires d'amour, would be pleased that no feeling of guilt followed her enjoyment of the young carpenter in the absence of her lover.

Her thoughts drifted back to the afternoon when the discovery and liberation of her sexuality had begun ...

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Chapter 1 - bisexual, interracial cons teen ff young teen oral

Virginie shivered as a drop of perspiration ran down her neck and through the valley between her breasts. She could feel dampness on her scalp under her soft, brown hair. The tropical heat was oppressive, even though the passing of a morning rain squall had diminished the humidity a bit.

She wished her mother and father had taken her with them to France, despite realizing she would have been bored waiting in the remote country house for her mother's sister to give birth to Virginie's newest cousin. At least, it would have been cool there. But Virginie had experienced a European winter six years before, when she was ten, and had cheerfully waved goodbye to her parents when they drove away to the capital in the big Citroen to catch their Air France flight to Paris.

Europe was too cold now, but at home it was hot and humid. Virginie decided a shower in the bathing room would cool her body and wash away the perspiration so unseemly for a young lady of her social position. She stamped her foot in annoyance when she remembered that her maid, Yvette, had been sent to the market in place of the housekeeper, old Madame Terese, whose gout was acting up.

Virginie pulled the bell cord, wondering which of the household staff might appear to assist her. She was pleased when Mignonette, Madame Terese's thirteen-year-old Creole granddaughter, answered the call.

When the girl entered the room, Virginie noted how their stations were reflected in their simple frocks. Her own white linen shift was embroidered with patterns of white flowers, while Mignonette's plain cotton dress was of a material so thin that her slim, nubile form could be seen through the cloth.

"How may I help you, Mam'selle?" the young housemaid asked.

Virginie was fond of Mignonette. She felt a certain closeness to the cafe-au-lait complexioned girl, wondering if the light color came from her own family. Surely not her proper father, but perhaps that Cousin Pierre who had visited from France when Virginie was just a toddler. The girl's mother had died when she was young, so there was no one to tell the tale.

The mistress guided her young attendant into the bathing room. There they removed their garments and hung them on hooks in the wall and stood naked together. Virginie led them to a waist-high, stoneware vessel filled with rainwater; the beige sides were decorated with an abstract pattern of black figures. The big jug was about a meter across in the middle, curving to a rounded lip on a slightly narrower top. A wooden bowl floated on the surface.

The white girl filled the bowl with water and poured it over the head of her youthful servant. Mignonette shrieked at the shock of the cool water flooding over her skin, even though it was, in the heat of the day, only a few degrees Celsius cooler than body temperature. The girl laughed with delight and took the bowl and stretched to her full height to pour a shower over her mistress.

Virginie shivered and grabbed Mignonette's slippery body. The girls embraced, sharing their bodily warmth; the tan, nubile nymphet wriggled against the creamy skin of her teenaged bathing partner.

They took chunks of homemade soap from a dish on a table and used their hands to lather each other's flesh. Virginie was thrilled by the feeling of the young girl's slick skin. She caressed Mignonette's chest, where her barely teenage breasts were blooming into light caramel mounds with raisin-like nipples. The girl squealed with pleasure when Virginie rubbed her soapy finger along her companion's hairless, virgin pussy crease.

Mignonette returned the favor and found she could stuff her fingers into her mistress's vaginal opening. When she pressed deeply, Virginie warned her, "Watch out. Don't break my maidenhead."

"I'll be careful," the girl said. "Does this feel good?"

Virginie groaned with pleasure when the girl's thumb massaged her clit. "Oh, yes, Mignonette. Do that."

The young girl giggled with delight as her fingers probed and her teasing thumb rubbed, making her mistress squirm and moan with pleasure.

"Oh, sweet Mignonette," Virginie cried. "I'm going to get the feeling."

The girl persisted until her mistress screamed in ecstasy. Her four little fingers were buried in the older girl's clenching pussy channel. Virginie wrapped her young tormentor in a tight embrace and clung to her for balance, while she shuddered and writhed in the throes of her orgasm.

"Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh!" Virginie groaned in pleasure.

At length, Virginie released the young girl and grasped the lip of the water barrel to support her still shaky legs.

"Was it good, Mam'selle?" Mignonette asked, knowing the answer.

"Oui, ma cherie," Virginie said. "It was magnificent."

When they had recovered their equilibrium, the two giggling girls splashed water to clean the soap from each other. They snatched soft, fluffy towels from hooks on the wall and, leaving their discarded clothing behind, dashed naked back to the bedroom, trailing drops of water from their wet bodies.

"Cover the pillow and spread the towel down the bed," Virginie instructed. She lay another towel below the first, covering the white satin sheet from head to foot. "Now get on the bed and lay your head on the pillow."

The young maidservant complied with delight, scrambling onto the mattress and flopping her tan, glistening body on her back; she pressed her damp, tightly curled hair into the pillow. "Ohhhh!" she sighed, savoring the unaccustomed luxury. "Your bed is so soft."

Virginie knew that the child usually slept on a canvas cot with a simple, straw-filled pallet, as did her personal maid, Yvette. For giving her mistress such exquisite bliss, the sweet, young girl deserved every reward.

Eagerly the French girl climbed onto the bed and lay her body gently on the sweet nymphet's slim frame. She slithered their wet skin together, rubbing her belly against the child's hairless groin. Their lips joined in a hungry kiss; Mignonette's tongue stretched out to playfully tickle inside her mistress's mouth.

Virginie gave the young girl's lips a parting smack and began to slide along her slippery skin. She lapped at the bath water on the graceful curve of the child's neck, and then slid lower to suck and nibble on her budding breasts. When her little nipples were hard and Mignonette moaned in bliss, Virginie trailed her tongue down the girl's slick belly and lapped at the little dent of her navel; the child giggled with delight.

The young mistress moved lower and slurped her tongue over the hairless crease of Mignonette's virgin cunt slit. She licked along the tender fold as if it were a delicate porcelain work of art; it opened into a narrow, pink flower. Virginie lapped at the girl's sweet juices along the length of her virgin pussy. When she teased the tiny bud of the young girl's clit, Mignonette shrieked in surprise at the exquisite sensation.

Virginie nibbled at the girl's sensitive button until Mignonette begged for mercy. Then her tongue slid downward through the open, moist cunt lips to dig into the hot, yielding opening of the young maiden's channel.

The white girl thought of the field hands she had watched bathing naked in a distant stream. She recalled the long, dark hose that hung from each man's groin. What if one of them were here? Instead of Mignonette's probing fingers or Virginie's exploring tongue-tip, what might an excited boy try to push into a girl's slick and ready entrance?

Virginie shivered with the intoxication of her lusty fantasies as she flailed her tongue through her youthful servant's excited sex slit. She tormented Mignonette's hot little clit and drilled into her tight, slick entrance until the child squealed in delirious passion and thrashed beneath the face of her mistress as if her flooding pussy burned with an unquenchable flame. The white girl felt a wave of warmth flow through her as she shared the rapture of her young companion.

As Virginie rested her cheek on the smooth, trembling belly of the exhausted Mignonette, the inner door of the chamber was flung open. Virginie glanced up in horror at being caught in such a compromising situation. She saw it was her maid, unexpectedly returned from town.

"Oh, Mam'selle," Yvette's voice was full of exuberance. "I saw the most ..." Her voice trailed off when she saw the lascivious tableau on her mistress's bed; she sucked in her breath in surprise.

Mignonette's weak, happy grin told her what had happened. She realized that Virginie might be embarrassed to have been discovered in the act of pleasuring the young house servant. She wanted to reassure her mistress, to encourage her, even, in future activity. It would be good for her.

Yvette tore off her town dress and stretched her bare, brown body alongside the two naked girls on the bed. She wrapped an arm around Virginie's back and rubbed comfortingly.

"Was it good, Mignonette?" Yvette asked unnecessarily.

"Oh, yes," the young girl said. "Mam'selle Virginie made me feel so wonderful. Her teasing tongue in my little pussy slit drove me wild; I thought I would lose my mind with excitement."

Virginie blushed at the child's description of her lewd assault on the young, virgin nymphet. Only her maid's reassuring back rub kept her from leaping up and running away.

"Mam'selle, you must not flush with shame," Yvette chided her mistress. "You should be proud to have given such pleasure to another. Sex between any two people is to be enjoyed, not hidden in the dark.

"Sex is life," Yvette declared with passion. "Le sexe, c'est la vie."

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Postscript - m solo young teen voy ff

The erotic activity of the girls during their bath had not passed unobserved. A slim, brown-skinned boy of fourteen named Andre had been assigned by his father, the gardener, to pick weeds from the flower bed that ran along the wall near the outside of the bathing room. Andre's attention was drawn by the girlish squeals of Mignonette inside. The nubile, young house servant was the frequent object of the boy's night-time fantasies.

Andre looked up and noticed that the upper wall, above eye level of passers-by, was made with several rows of bricks slotted for ventilation. If only he could get up there and peep in, he might see the bare flesh of the maiden of his erotic dreams. His boycock sprang to attention like Jacques-en-boite inside the thin khaki shorts that were his only garment.

A big, old tree grew in the lawn not far from the bath chamber; its leafy branches shaded the room from the heat of the tropical sun. Andre shinnied up the trunk and made his way along a limb that stretched toward the wall. He found a place where he could lie along the branch and peek through the vents. He almost dropped from the tree in his excitement at the sight inside.

Andre humped the stiff prick inside his shorts against the hard wood of the tree limb. Before his eyes was the nude, girlish figure of Mignonette; close to her was a naked white girl he recognized as Mam'selle Virginie, the plantation owner's only child. The older girl's gentle hands spread sudsy bubbles over the soft, cafe-au-lait skin of her young servant. Mignonette's soapy fingers ran over the creamy skin of her mistress, teasing the grape-sized nipples that adorned her peach-like breasts.

Andre thought he had never seen anything so arousing; then he almost fell out of the tree when Mignonette pushed her little fingers into the secret place between her mistress's thighs. Frantic with lust, Andre rubbed his groin along the branch. When the white girl clutched her young servant and cried out in rapture, it was too much for the boy.

"Mmmmf! Mmmmf!" Andre tried to stifle his groans of pleasure as his hard dick squirted his creamy boy spunk inside his shorts. He looked again at the girls; Mignonette's little fingers were still shoving inside her mistress's pussy hole. "Mmmmf!" His little nuts pumped out another surge of jism.

After he recovered his breath, the boy found that his fingers were sticky with the mess that had flooded his shorts. He'd have to clean them; his papa didn't want him playing with himself when he should be working. Andre didn't hear any more moans beyond the wall; he climbed down from the tree and looked around.

The boy found a shady corner of the house where he wouldn't be noticed. He stripped off his cum-smeared shorts and washed them in a barrel of rainwater that had collected runoff from the roof. Then he pulled them on, wearing his wet pants plastered to his butt like a second skin.

Andre dashed back to the bathing room; the voices of the girls were gone. He returned to plucking weeds from the flowers, choosing a spot where the warm, afternoon sun would dry his shorts.

He thought about what he had seen, and his horny, young prick twitched with lust. Andre wanted more.

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to be continued ...