Caribbean Heat - Part 2 (Ch. 2-3)

by Liz Ardwall

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WARNING: This story contains scenes of explicit sexual activity between young teens. 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 an interracial story to be offensive, please leave now. The author doesn't want to hear about it.

Please note the following story content codes for the two chapters in this file:

hetero, interracial, blackmail reluc teen fm yt oral voy MF teen

SUMMARY: Horny gardener's boy teaches his reluctant white mistress new tricks.

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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Chapter 2 (hetero, interracial, blackmail reluc fm yt oral voy MF teen)

Virginie awoke with a start. She was certain she had heard a door close.

"Yvette!" she called to her black maid, who slept on a cot in her mistress's chamber. There was no answer.

Virginie jumped out of bed and saw Yvette's place was empty. She looked through the door that opened onto the garden and glimpsed a white-clad figure running away into the night across the wide lawn toward the river. It must be Yvette, she thought. Where could she be going? Virginie looked at the clock. Almost ten - late on a farm.

There was no time to dress. Wearing just the thin, cotton shift in which she'd been sleeping, Virginie ran out the door and across the yard toward where she'd last seen Yvette. She knew that her maid would never have dared to do such a thing if Virginie's parents were home. But they had flown to France to visit her mother's sister, and now Madame Therese, the old housekeeper, was in charge of the servants.

As she came to the crest of the long slope that led to the river, Virginie saw a flash of a white, moving figure by the bank. She advanced cautiously down the hill, heading for a tree in a patch of low bushes. Keeping low to the ground, she peeked over one of the shrubs.

Yvette was about ten meters ahead, close to the edge of the stream. She was kneeling before a young, well-built black man. He was nude; his tan shorts lay piled by his ankles. Yvette's hands clutched the youth's hips; her head was moving back and forth. Virginie gasped as she realized what she was watching: Yvette had the young man's prick in her mouth.

Yvette's partner was muscular and strong, like the black men who worked in the fields. Virginie wondered if she had seen him before, bathing naked in the stream with his fellow laborers. She had looked with interest at their manly organs that hung down along their thighs. The dark spear of the man in front of her was stiff, probing straight ahead into Yvette's throat.

The field hand's prick appeared to be much larger than those she had seen. She wondered how her maid could try to swallow such a huge thing. Virginie felt a tingling in her groin. Surely the black man's mammoth tool could never fit into a woman down there.

Virginie absentmindedly pulled up the front of her thin shift and let her fingers find her crease; she was surprised to discover it moist and spread open. As the young man's hands gently guided Yvette's head up and down his hard, black shaft, Virginie rubbed her own slick cunt; she gasped when her finger bumped her sensitive clitoris.

The mesmerized white girl watched her maid pull her mouth back to the end of her partner's glistening pole and lick around the shiny head. Then the hungry black girl slowly slid her lips further and further down the length of her lover's rigid rod, until her face pressed against his groin when she had swallowed it all.

Virginie gaped in astonishment at her maid's accomplishment. The peeping mistress slid her finger into her own juicy pussy hole and pumped it in and out in rhythm with her maid's steady sucking. The white girl's thumb massaged her own clit; she squirmed and groaned with passion.

She saw that Yvette worked only for the pleasure of her man. Virginie could hear him softly moaning, then speaking words of encouragement to Yvette, telling her how good it was. It was too much for Virginie; waves of heat flooded her groin.

Virginie fell back onto the ground; her fingers pumped with urgent energy into her spasming cunt as she shuddered in the ecstasy of her orgasm. It seemed to go on and on, but finally she lay limp, her hand resting on her dripping pussy. Virginie wanted to get up and see more of the action of her servants, but she had no energy to move.

"Oh, Mam'selle," whispered a voice at her feet.

Virginie's eyes snapped open. It was a boy - a black boy, about fourteen. He wore only khaki shorts, which were open in the front. He held his hard cock in his hand as he stood beside Virginie. "I also like to watch them," he whispered.

Virginie recognized him. His name was Andre; he worked around the house. Virginie thought he was the gardener's son. She stared as his hand stroked his dark rod.

"I like to watch you, too, Mam'selle," the boy said. "I watched you and Mignonette in the bath."

Virginie heart was gripped with the shock of her embarrassment. She wondered how many others knew of her indiscretion.

"I won't tell, Mam'selle, if you help me," the boy said.

Virginie got to her knees. "What do you mean, help you?" she asked.

Andre thrust his hips forward until his prick brushed her face. "Help me, Mam'selle," he whispered.

Virginie opened her mouth to utter her refusal, but the boy's cock pushed between her lips. Her teeth slid along the boy's tender flesh.

"Owwww! Please don't bite, Mam'selle," Andre pleaded. "Lick it with your tongue."

Involuntarily, the white girl's tongue slid over the silky skin of the black boy's prick. She pulled her lips over her teeth and tentatively pressed them tight against his shaft and rubbed them back and forth.

"Oh, yes, Mam'selle," whispered Andre. He pushed down his shorts; they fell to his feet, leaving his youthful, brown body naked before his white mistress.

Virginie moved one hand to guide Andre's smooth hip, as his dark cock thrust between her moist lips. Her other hand once again dipped into her wet cunt and rubbed her throbbing clit. The black boy moaned with pleasure, as the white girl's lips pressed tightly along his thrusting rod. As he pumped in and out, she felt his prick seem to swell in size.

In a moment, it jerked and pulsed; the boy's hot spunk began to gush into her mouth. Virginie thought in horror that he was pissing; she tried to draw away. The creamy fluid splashed her tongue as Andre held her head, and she realized it was his seed. She licked his spurting hose, savoring the bittersweet flavor. Her fingers plunged deep into her pussy.

Finally, the boy drew away. "Look, Mam'selle," he whispered. "See what they are doing now."

Virginie peeped over a low bush. Yvette lay naked on the ground, atop her discarded shift. The black man lay stretched over her body; his hips were rising and falling. Virginie realized that his long, thick hose was pumping into the girl's tight vagina. Her fingers plunged into her own cunt, but she knew that the field hand's big, hard cock would feel better.

Moaning in lust, she dug into her pussy hole and twiddled her clit. Virginie looked at Andre, who stood close by, stroking his own rigid meat. No, she thought. She couldn't do that. But the thought of the boy's hard prick inside her brought Virginie over the edge, and again she fell back onto the ground, gasping with the strength of her orgasm.

As her ecstasy receded, she felt a warm splash on her bare thigh. She looked up and saw another spurt of white cream fly from Andre's cock and land upon her leg. As they savored their passion together, Virginie smiled weakly at the youth who stood holding his dripping dick above her.

Then she jerked her hand from her sloppy cunt and yanked her hem down to cover her groin. She realized uneasily that the horny, black boy had seen her secret parts, had watched her most private moment. Could he harbor the same lust, the taboo desire she had chased from her mind? No, surely not; he was just the gardener's son, and she was the mistress of the plantation. He knew his place.

She struggled to her knees and peeked over the bushes. The man lay still atop Yvette, their arms wrapped tightly around each other. Virginie knew that the field hand's potent sperm had filled her maid's fertile womb.

She looked around. The black boy who had shared her excitement was gone. Virginie crept away, keeping low behind the bushes, until she reached the top of the slope. Walking quickly, she made her way back to her bed.

A few minutes later, she feigned sleep as Yvette stealthily opened the door and fell onto her own cot.

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Chapter 3 (hetero, interracial, reluc teen fm yt oral)

It was so hot! Virginie lay upon her bed, wearing just her thin shift, praying for a bit of breeze to come through the open doorway. Her body was damp with a glow of perspiration, although she lay quite still. Oh! It was so hot.

Virginie's eyes fluttered open; she realized she had dozed off. Such a dream she'd had; her pussy was wet and inflamed with passion. She felt something wet slide along the slippery opening of her cunt. What?!

Virginie raised herself on her elbows in alarm. At her feet, stretching beyond the hem of her slip, was a naked black butt and a pair of legs. "Ohhhh!" Virginie groaned in shock at the unexpected sight; she sighed in lust as the slick object tormented her pussy. She snatched up the bottom of her shift and saw a boy's head burrowing into her groin.

"Andre!" she shouted. "Stop that at once!" she ordered. "Ahhhh," she moaned, as the boy slurped along the length of her cunt slit once more. "Eeeee!" she whinnied, as his teasing tongue circled her clit.

Andre redoubled his efforts. The lascivious pussy licker fluttered his tickling teaser along the juicy crack of his mistress. He gnawed her sensitive nubbin between his nibbling lips, while his tormenting tongue flicked over the tip of her excited bud. His own cock throbbed; he humped it against the bed sheet, as his lust was fed by Virginie's moans and squeals.

Soon, the white girl cried out in passion; her legs squeezed Andre's head, while her hips bounced and thrashed in the ecstasy of her orgasm. Andre lapped and rubbed relentlessly, until at last Virginie lay limp.

The boy lifted his shiny black face, wet with the cuntal fluids of his mistress, and ogled her heaving bosom. Smirking in triumph, he inquired, "Did I do good, Mam'selle?"

"Oh, Andre," Virginie said weakly. "What if someone had come in?"

"No one comes, Mam'selle," the boy assured her. "They all sleep now."

Andre rose to his knees and shuffled forward between Virginie's naked thighs. He grasped his stiff, dark dick and touched the end to the white girl's sloppy pussy slit.

"Andre! Stop that!" Virginie cried in panic; she struggled to raise herself on her elbows.

The gardener's boy grinned at his alarmed mistress and compliantly raised the glistening knob of his prick to salute the alarmed girl, who fell back in relief. Andre moved one leg forward to each side of Virginie and advanced until his knees bumped her armpits. His hard, black cock stuck out before him, hanging above Virginie's face. She watched in horrified fascination as a drop of white fluid emerged from the shiny tip of the boy's organ.

Andre took hold of his dick and wiped it across Virginie's lips. "Help me, Mam'selle," he begged.

Virginie knew from the night before what that meant. "No!" she exclaimed, raising her arms to press against the boy's bare, brown shoulders. "Glmpf!" she growled, as her open mouth let the boy thrust his hips forward and plunge his spear into her throat.

The helpless white girl beat her fists against Andre's dark chest, as the boy resolutely pursued his release. "Ugggh," she gurgled, as his hard pole probed her tender tonsils.

"Ahhhh," Andre moaned blissfully. "Lick it with your tongue, Mam'selle," he begged. "Help me, please."

Virginie's hands moved to guide the boy's thrusting hips. His lust had infected her; her wet pussy tingled with excitement. She slid her lips along Andre's slick rod, and swirled her tongue over the slimy head. Andre moved his foot so his toes could twiddle Virginie's juicy cunt.

As she thirstily sucked Andre's firm, black prick, Virginie's hands explored the boy's smooth butt. Her fingers reached between his legs, and fondled his nuts in their tender bag. She squeezed them together, and Andre yelped.

"Oh, no, Mam'selle," he cried. "Don't do that."

Virginie took note of the boy's vulnerability. She moved her finger to trail her nail through Andre's ass crack. When she brushed it across his tender bud, the black boy squirmed and dug his cock into her throat.

Virginie moved her other hand to rub her throbbing clit. Andre's toe dug obscenely through her pussy slit, bringing forth fluids that flowed over the girl's thighs. As she began to lose herself in passion, her finger dug into the black boy's bottom.

"Ooooh, Mam'selle," Andre crooned. "Don't do that," he protested. But his cock betrayed him, Virginie thought, as she felt it throb in her throat with each probe of her invading digit into his clutching ass tube.

Virginie slurped her lips tightly around the boy's hard, black rod, as it thrust deep into her hungry mouth. She pumped her finger in and out of Andre's tight butt hole and mauled her own cunt with her other hand.

"Ohhhh, Mam'selle," the black boy cried, as he drove his dick into Virginie's gulping gullet. "J'arrive!" he shouted, as he spurted his spunk into his mistress.

Virginie sucked and swallowed, but still the boy's cream overflowed; a rivulet of the slimy fluid ran down her chin onto her neck. She was wild with tension, as she fought to achieve her own ecstasy.

When his gushing hose was empty, Andre rested just for a moment and then drew back from the white girl's mouth. He pulled his leg across her lightly covered breasts to kneel by her side and watch her desperately flailing fingers. He noticed his mistress's sensitive nipples poking against the thin material of her shift and reached forward to tweak them.

A wave of fire surged from Virginie's breasts to her pussy. "Ahhhh! Ahhhh!" she cried out in bliss, as her groin and mind exploded. She thrashed about on the bed in delirious rapture.

Through the fog of her climax, she dimly heard a girlish voice ask in alarm, "Oh, Mam'selle. Are you all right?"

Virginie clamped her eyes shut in humiliation. Her young servant, Mignonette, could see her own naked pussy and the bare-assed boy's wet prick; she would know everything. Virginie tried to cover her flooded cunt with her hands, while her body still shuddered with uncontrollable passion.

"Oh, Andre," the girl's voice said, "what did you do to the mistress?"

"I'll tell you later," the boy said.

When the embarrassed mistress's orgasm at last subsided, she peeked through half-closed lids to look for her young servants. They were gone, probably to spread gossip all over the plantation. When Virginie felt a gentle breeze float in from the garden through the open door, she tugged down her shift to cover herself.

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to be continued ...