Caribbean Heat - Part 3 (Ch. 4-5)

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, group cons teen fm oral, mf young teen 1st voy MF

SUMMARY: Stable boy kindles taboo desire in his white mistress.

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 4 (hetero, interracial, cons teen fm oral)

Virginie had scrubbed her face and her breasts and her groin for nearly half an hour, until she was certain every trace of her encounter with Andre was gone, and every drop of the black boy's spermy juices had been washed from her skin. Then she had summoned her maid, Yvette, to help her dress. She would put shameful thoughts of lust behind her and go for a ride.

In her fawn-colored linen vest and skirt, shimmering white silk blouse and soft, crocodile-skin boots, Virginie was an eye-catching figure as she rode sidesaddle on her gentle chestnut mare. Accompanied only by Etienne, the stable boy, she rode across her father's land, away from the setting sun. After a while, they came to one of Virginie's favorite spots on a hill overlooking the small stream that marked the edge of the property.

Etienne helped the girl to dismount and led her to a moss-covered rock, where she sat to enjoy the view. At the bottom of the slope, a crowd of men walked together from the fields toward the cool waters of the little river. Virginie caught her breath as the men threw off their clothing and splashed into the stream, where they playfully showered the nude bodies of their companions with handfuls of water.

Virginie gazed intently at the flopping cocks of the muscular farm laborers. Her hand moved beneath her riding skirt to brush the dampness at the front of her undergarments. As her breathing quickened, she became aware of a shadow that fell over her face. Virginie looked up and saw her forgotten groom.

Etienne had removed his shirt and trousers; his slim, lightly muscled sixteen-year-old body stood naked beside her. His smooth, caramel skin glowed in the rosy light of the setting sun, and his dark brown cock stood erect, pointing at his mistress.

"Those men are far away, Mam'selle," Etienne said. "You need not strain your eyes to see their manliness. I'm here beside you, Mam'selle."

Virginie gasped at the sight of the strikingly handsome youth. Andre was just a boy, but Etienne was nearly, if not quite, a man. The supple lines of his body reminded Virginie of the pictures of bronze statues in the illustrated souvenir of the Louvre her father had brought back from Paris.

She had gone riding alone with Etienne since they were children. Until they were age ten, they would stop by a stream and swim naked together. That was the last time Virginie had seen Etienne's little prick. She remembered it was hard - he had wanted her even then! But her mother had cautioned her that such activity was improper for a young lady coming of age; Etienne never asked why they swam together no longer. But it was clear now - all these years, her former playmate had desired her.

Etienne moved forward to stand directly in front of the seated white girl. He thrust his hips forward, moving his hard cock close to her lips. It throbbed regularly, as if each beat of the black boy's heart pumped more blood into his engorged organ.

Virginie wondered how he could be so brazen. Andre must have been talking, she supposed. But this was gentle Etienne - he would never force her like the impatient young Andre. She realized it might be an irretraceable step: to take her second boy, to take his prick into her mouth because she wanted it. She might not be able to stop.

Virginie licked her ruby lips. Under cover of her skirt, her fingers pushed her flimsy panties aside and stroked her dripping cunt. Unbidden, her free hand moved to the boy's smooth, brown hip; her lips parted to receive his dark, swollen spear. She caressed the satiny curve of his butt, while her tongue flicked out to lick the plum-colored button that peeked through the wrinkled, black skin at the end of his cock.

Etienne groaned in rapture. "Oh, yes, Mam'selle," he murmured, as his fingers moved to brush his mistress's soft, brown hair.

Virginie's finger probed into her pussy hole; her thumb rubbed along her slit and bumped her sensitive clit, making her bottom squirm. Her moist lips slid forward, pushing the soft skin over the shiny helmet of the boy's hard dick. She sucked her pinched pucker off the tip of his prick, and watched the skin follow her teasing kiss. She did it again and again, forward and back, until the tight, dark covering clamped into place behind the glistening cock knob.

Etienne's moans of pleasure encouraged his impassioned young mistress to do more. She slurped her hungry mouth over the stable boy's sweet lollipop, until the slick head pushed into her clutching throat. She backed off to catch a breath; then she greedily tried to gulp more of Etienne's spongy meat into her esurient esophagus.

A pair, then a trio of her fingers in her sloppy pussy hole mimicked the probing of the black boy's plundering pole. She longed to feel her servant's sex tool where she knew she could never let it enter. His cock seemed to grow thicker in her throat, as she gobbled its length ever deeper. Her swallowing muscles worked to squeeze the succulent sap from his teenage nuts.

Virginie slid her sucking lips along Etienne's engorged shaft, until her nose bumped his wiry nest of curls and her chin brushed his tightly drawn-up sac of balls. She felt the stable boy's stiff spear throbbing deep in her throat.

"Ohhhh, cherie Virginie," Etienne cried. "J'arrive!"

The girl redoubled the motion of her desperate digits and her twiddling thumb. She pulled back and let the boy's swollen, pulsing prick squirt a burst of fluid into the back of her mouth. She swallowed his cream and tightened her lips to suck along his shaft once more. Another surge of Etienne's sex juice splashed onto her tongue. Virginie milked her lover's gushing hose until the flood of sperm subsided; she swallowed most of his issue, but a white stream of semen dribbled from the corner of her lips.

A burst of heat surged through Virginie's groin, sending a wave of warmth upward to her breasts. Her mind dissolved in a delirium of passion as her flailing fingers emulated the taboo treasure she could never bury in her womb. She groaned in ecstasy, vibrating her lover's prick in her throat and coaxing forth another spurt of his forbidden seed.

At last, she tenderly held and caressed the boy's hips, while his cock softened in her mouth. When her tongue felt the skin slide forward over the slick knob, she grasped his dick with her fingers and extracted it. She licked a pearl of white goo from a puddle inside the wrinkled skin and savored the sexy sauce like a fine wine - it tasted sweeter to her than Andre's boyish spunk. Perhaps she was influenced by the affection she felt for her present mate.

When she looked up at Etienne's face, Virginie saw an expression in his eyes that made her heart beat faster. Before she could speak, the stable boy turned to his duty.

"Merci, Mam'selle," he said. "The sun is sinking; we should ride back to the house now."

She shivered, feeling a sense of loss. They were servant and mistress again, but for a moment she had been his 'cherie Virginie.' She knew she would want to hear that again.

The boy modestly turned his back and drew on his white, cotton trousers and tied the rope that served him for a belt. Virginie licked her lips and resisted the urge to caress the smooth, dark globes of his butt before they were covered. When he donned his shirt, unbuttoned, and turned to face her, she panted with unabated desire. Her eyes roamed down his trim, brown chest and flat belly; they focused on the shadowy bulge visible through the thin, white material of his trouser leg.

Etienne offered his hand to assist her to rise; she brushed at the wrinkles in her garments. The stable boy led his mistress to her horse and helped her to mount. When they rode off, he followed respectfully behind her.

Virginie knew the boy was watching her every move. She ached for the time when she could see more of Etienne, and she could touch the vivid image in her mind of his handsome, naked body; the time when she could once again watch the boy's long prick shoot forth a creamy tribute to their feelings for each other.

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Chapter 5 (hetero, interracial, cons group teen mf oral, mf young teen 1st voy MF)

Virginie feigned sleep until Yvette, her maid, arose from her cot and crept out the door. The mistress quickly trailed after the girl, as Yvette ran through the night to rendezvous by the river with her handsome, black field hand. Virginie was startled when her young servants, Andre and Mignonette, suddenly appeared on either side of her and grasped her hands.

"We'll watch them together, Mam'selle," Andre said, as the youngsters led their mistress toward the bushes where they could spy on the lovers.

"Andre told me everything he did with you, Mam'selle," Mignonette said.

Virginie was glad the dark hid her embarrassed flush. "Did he touch you?" she asked her young maid.

"Oh, yes, Mam'selle," Mignonette said excitedly. "He kissed me everywhere, and then his finger drove me wild with pleasure. Then he rubbed his prick on my tummy and squirted his cream all over me."

Virginie shook her head in dismay. Was there no end to the boy's unfettered depravity? She wished her father would come home soon and get the young ravisher under control.

When they reached the clump of bushes that would be their vantage point, Virginie was startled and pleased to see that Etienne, the handsome, young stable boy, was already present; he greeted them with a broad smile. The four voyeurs peeked over the shrubbery at Yvette and her strong, black stud. Virginie was surprised to see the young man on his belly between Yvette's thighs, moving his head above her groin. From afar, the young maid's moans of rapture could be heard up the hill.

Virginie felt her cunt moisten with lust at the sight of the dark-skinned lovers on the lawn below them. Beside her, little Mignonette jerked off her thin cotton shift and tossed it aside; Andre quickly shucked his shorts. He pressed his body against the young girl and rubbed his palms over her breasts, making her whimper in pleasure as they peeped at the couple on the grass.

Virginie couldn't resist the urge to reach under her garment and thrust her fingers into her juicy cunt; her moan of pleasure alerted her young attendants to her activity. She offered no resistance when Andre and Mignonette turned and grasped the hem of her shift and lifted it upward and over her head and arms.

Joining his three naked companions, Etienne dropped his shorts; his aroused dick rose in salute as his mistress's creamy flesh was exposed. Virginie's pussy tingled with excitement from the effect her nude body had upon the virile young groom.

The couple by the stream had lost the attention of the youthful voyeurs. The mistress let her servants assist her to recline on the soft grass. Beside her, Mignonette flopped onto her back and spread her legs. Andre scrambled around and dropped to his knees between the young girl's tan thighs; he lowered his brown face to her groin. Mignonette gasped aloud as the boy's eager tongue slurped along her hairless crease.

Virginie felt firm hands reach beneath her thighs and grasp her hips. She looked down to see Etienne's grinning face before he dipped his hungry mouth to lick her already moist cunt lips. She groaned as the boy circled his tongue and drilled it several centimeters into her vaginal opening.

The white girl shuddered with lust, realizing that the stable boy's probing tongue was only a sample of what she might feel when she gave herself to a real prick. She squirmed on the grass when Etienne lapped upward through her slippery slit; his lips found her tender clit and rubbed it between them. Virginie squealed in passion.

While Etienne nibbled and licked his mistress's sensitive button, his finger explored her juicy cunt slit. The stable boy probed Virginie's tight, virgin opening; he pushed his finger deeper inside and pressed against her tender hymen.

Virginie felt her tissue being stretched. "Stop, Etienne!" she cried. "Don't tear my maidenhead."

Etienne looked upward along Virginie's creamy flesh. His mouth and chin were wet with the girl's pussy juice. "It's in the way, cherie Virginie. Why do you want an obstacle to your pleasure?"

"Oh, Etienne," she said. "I must save it for my husband to open."

"Ahhhh, Mam'selle," Etienne lamented, "you will break my heart."

He stirred his finger in the white girl's pussy hole, gently massaging her virgin membrane. His tongue returned to lick upward along her open cunt crease, making her moan with rapture. When he washed her sensitive clit, waves of warmth flowed from her groin to her breasts.

"Ohhhh, Etienne," Virginie sighed. "It's magnificent."

The servant boy pushed two fingers into her cunt channel; he slid them in and out, hoping to build her desire to replace them with a real cock - his cock.

"Ahhhh, mon cher," Virginie groaned with frustrated desire, "how can I wait for years if you torment me like this every night?"

The boy licked and nibbled; he relentlessly stroked her virgin entrance. He wanted to bring his mistress to the height of pleasure. Then, when she was lost in passion, perhaps ...

The fire in Virginie's groin grew hotter. Her mind was clouded by sensation; her only awareness was of the stable boy's probing, prick-like fingers and his hungry mouth.

Beside her, she dimly heard Mignonette's scream of ecstasy, as young Andre's skillful tongue brought his beautiful nymphet to a climax.

Virginie began to shudder uncontrollably; explosions in her groin seared upward to her brain. She writhed wildly beneath her servant; Etienne clutched her tightly and gulped her flooding cunt juices. He shivered against her thrashing thighs; only the power of his will kept him from thrusting his fingers through his mistress's useless barrier.

"Ahhhh! Ahhhh," the white girl cried in delirious rapture, oblivious to the chorus of Mignonette at her side.

When Virginie recovered from the throes of her passion, she looked down and saw Etienne's slime-covered face grinning at her above her soaking pussy. Her heart raced; she wanted to lick every drop of her sex fluids from her young lover's handsome features. She raised her arms and urged the stable boy to move forward over her hot, creamy flesh.

Beside her, Virginie saw Mignonette spread her arms in welcome to her youthful partner. Andre rose to his knees between the legs of the panting girl. He lifted her limbs and shuffled forward between her wide-spread thighs; then he lowered his dark body over the pale form of the lighter-complected girl. His hand rubbed the head of his hard boycock along the young girl's virgin cunt slit.

"Yes, Andre," Mignonette begged breathlessly. "Push your stiff stick into my little pussy hole."

Virginie shivered with lust at the thought of the boy deflowering her young servant girl. She felt she should stop him; Mignonette's maidenhead was a precious gift, not to be given lightly on a moonlit lawn to a gardener's son. But when she felt her own thighs nudged gently apart and looked up to see Etienne's rampant prick moving toward her, she sprang to her own defense.

"No, Etienne," she cried. "You can't take my virginity. My father would kill us."

"Oh, Mam'selle," Etienne pleaded. "My cock throbs with passion, wanting to enter you. My heart aches with desire for you."

"I'm sorry, Etienne," Virginie said. "It can't happen with us."

"Then let me lie upon you," the boy said. "I want to touch my skin all over yours. I promise not to enter you."

"Yes, Etienne," she said, raising her arms to embrace him. "Come and let me feel your warm body on mine."

The brown-skinned boy dropped forward and wrapped his arms around the willing white girl. She felt the length of his steely stalk press along her slippery cunt crease. Virginie trembled with desire, wanting the stable boy to slip his black spear inside her, but she knew it mustn't be.

Etienne crushed his lips onto hers; Virginie tasted the sweet flavor of her own pussy juice on the boy's mouth and probing tongue. He wriggled his frame along the soft flesh of his mistress, pressing his firm, dark chest against the sensitive nipples of the white girl.

Beside them, Mignonette cried out in pain. Virginie looked and saw that Andre had driven his hard dick deep into the young girl's virgin opening and torn through her hymen.

"It hurts," Mignonette whimpered.

"Only for a moment," Andre assured her. "Then it will feel wonderful for both of us."

Virginie saw the black boy's butt rise and fall. Mignonette grunted; then her small hands rubbed her young stud's smooth back. "Do it again, Andre," she whispered, moaning in lust when he did.

Etienne wormed his stiff shaft along Virginie's wet cunt slit until it bumped her sensitive button.

"Yes, Etienne," the white girl sighed with pleasure. "That feels so good."

The servant ground his firm, brown flesh against his mistress, rubbing his chest over her tits and sliding his cock along her pussy. He clutched her squirming body when his prick struck her clit and made her jump with lust. The pair looked into each other's eyes. In the moonlight, they could read their desire, could feel that each of them yearned for more. Etienne crushed his mouth against Virginie; their lips hummed between them as they moaned with bliss. The stable boy humped his rigid rod harder and faster through the white girl's creamy crack.

Beside them, Mignonette was groaning with joy, crying aloud to Andre how good his prick felt inside her. In the distance, Virginie could hear blissful moans from Yvette as the field hand's long, thick poker pumped into his lover. Even as Etienne's thrusting dick stroked her own pussy and waves of pleasure surged through her body, the mistress's thwarted lust made her blink back tears, mourning that she could not share the ultimate ecstasy enjoyed by the servant girls.

"Oh, Etienne," she cried, "I want to feel your cock in me."

The boy gently kissed her lips as he continued to stroke his swollen shaft along her slippery cunt. "Not tonight, Mam'selle. But we both want it too much to resist for long."

Virginie groaned in anguish. She hunched her pussy against the boy's moving prick, feeling the fire grow in her groin. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" she moaned.

"Now, Mam'selle," Etienne said breathlessly, "now we will cum together."

Virginie squealed in rapture as she thrashed and shuddered in her climax. Dimly she felt Etienne's hard cock throbbing against her clutching crease. Splashes of the boy's hot spunk spurted between their bellies.

Beside them, Mignonette cried out in passion, "Oh, Andre, you've done this to me." Then after a moment, "I can feel you squirting your seed inside my tummy."

"Yes, ma cherie," Andre said, "I'm shooting my sperm into your sweet, virgin pussy."

Down the slope, Yvette screamed in ecstasy; her stud shouted with joy as he pulsed his potent jism into the maid's thirsty womb.

Wild with jealousy, Virginie squirmed against Etienne's prick, trying to somehow suck it into her hungry opening. Her exhausted lover had no energy to cooperate; he collapsed onto her body. With their arms wrapped tightly around each other, the afterglow of her orgasm overcame Virginie's frustration, and she felt content.

After a while, the four teenagers regained their strength and rose to their feet. Down the hill, they saw that Yvette and her paramour had gone. Virginie and Etienne stood close and held each other's ribs. Their eyes roamed up and down their partner's flesh, memorizing every curve and bump, while their fingertips were indelibly etched with the texture of the other's skin.

Finally, they all picked up their discarded clothing and walked naked back toward the big house. Hand in hand, two by two, they were silent; their touch promised they would meet again soon.

Virginie recalled her frantic effort to cleanse herself of Andre's sperm. She knew she would keep Etienne's stains on her belly until they dried and flaked away.

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to be continued ...