Caribbean Heat - Part 4 (Ch. 6 - final)

by Liz Ardwall

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WARNING: This story contains scenes of explicit sexual activity among teens and 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 a bisexual or interracial story to be offensive, please leave now. The author doesn't want to hear about it.

Please note the following chapter content codes:

bisexual, interracial, cons group 1st preg teen MF Mf mf mff young teen

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

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 condone nor endorse the sexual exploitation of the children of plantation owners by their servants.

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Chapter 6 - bisexual, interracial, cons group 1st preg teen MF Mf mf mff young teen

Virginie writhed in pleasure on her bed as her young servant girl, Mignonette, knelt between her thighs and flailed her little tongue through her mistress's cunt slit. Behind the girl, the dark, naked skin of young Andre, the gardener's son, glistened with sweat as he pumped his hard, black boycock into the cafe-au-lait nymphet's tight, nearly virgin vagina.

Andre panted with lust as his slid his prick in and out of his eager, young girlfriend; over her shoulder, he could see his mistress's free breast jiggling as she squirmed excitedly beneath Mignonette. Beside her, Virginie's arm embraced the shoulders of her maid, Yvette, who sucked greedily at the white girl's other hard, throbbing nipple.

"Ohhhh!" Virginie groaned in passion, as she shuddered and thrashed in the throes of yet another mind-bending climax.

Behind the young house servant who had driven her mistress wild, Andre's brown hands gripped the girl's creamy hips tightly. His body went rigid; his eyes scrunched shut. "J'arrive!" he cried, as his teenage dick squirted his boyish spunk into Mignonette's tight pussy. The ecstatic girl's face squirmed in her mistress's juicy cunt slit.

As Virginie lay recovering from her orgasm, a shadow crossed the open doorway. A handsome, muscular black youth, dressed only in a pair of sweat-stained khaki shorts, came into the room and moved around to the foot of the bed. Virginie recognized him as the lover of Yvette, her maid. Her wet opening throbbed as she recalled how she and her young servants had watched the older couple make love on the grass. She gasped when the young man dropped his pants to the floor and exposed his rapidly filling organ.

Beside Virginie, her maid gave a parting lick to her mistress's nipple and flopped onto her back with her legs spread wide. "This is Hercule," Yvette introduced her lover. "He's planted his child inside me, while you've watched us every night from up the hill. Now we'll show you, close by, how it is when a woman takes her man. Watch us and learn, Mam'selle."

The bed sagged as Hercule climbed on and shuffled forward between the open thighs of Yvette. Virginie could smell the strong, masculine scent of the sweat of his work in the fields; it was a pungent aroma she found intoxicatingly erotic. The black youth's cock was hard and ready; it looked much larger up close than Virginie had imagined it. She wondered how such a huge club could fit into her young maid's tight pussy.

Yvette's crease was wet from the excitement of playing with her mistress. When Hercule lowered himself to his elbows beside her flanks, she reached between them and grasped his prick. The young laborer groaned as Yvette slipped the skin back from his knob and rubbed the head of his big cock through her slippery slit. She bumped it against her clit to stimulate her readiness for him. Then she slid the end of his spear to her opening and stirred it around.

Mignonette wanted to watch the older couple. She pulled forward, letting Andre's softening dick plop from her cum-soaked pussy. She crawled beside her mistress and rested her cheek on Virginie's creamy breast, just where her tongue could lap at the hard, red nipple.

Young Andre, abandoned by his petite amour, shuffled forward. Virginie looked up with alarm when she felt the boy's knees press against her inner thighs, but she relaxed when she saw that his sex tool was limp. He fell onto his elbow on one side of Virginie while his other hand embraced Mignonette.

The black boy rested his body along the warm flesh of his mistress, nestling his soft boycock in the white girl's moist pussy slit. He laid his head in Virginie's cleavage and moved his lips to suckle her other nipple.

Virginie sighed with pleasure from the stimulation by her young servants. The three directed their gaze to the more experienced couple beside them. They watched Hercule's muscular thighs flex as he shoved his hips downward, pushing his big shaft into Yvette's yielding entrance. The maid moaned in passion as Hercule's thick prick filled her hungry pussy.

The white girl stared raptly while the field hand's long, fat cock pulled slowly back, almost to the head, and then plowed smoothly into his groaning partner's juicy cunt hole. She felt her naked young attendants' distracted lapping of her inflamed nipples slow and speed up in sync with the depth of the big, black stud's penetration into Yvette's clenching channel.

The bed, built for a single maiden girl, creaked and rocked as Yvette's body writhed beneath the muscular laborer's driving thrusts. The motion, and Andre's youthful vigor, had restored the stiffness to the boy's prick. It began to move along the slippery crease of his mistress's cunt slit, unnoticed as the young trio were entranced by the excited ardor of their elders.

"Ahhhh! Ahhhh!" Yvette groaned in ecstasy. "Now, Hercule. Give me your seed so I may show the mistress the purpose of a woman."

"J'arrive!" her lover cried, as his thick, throbbing hose spurted his potent spunk into the willing womb of his mate.

Virginie watched the trembling bodies of the sweaty couple as the field hand pumped his sperm into the young maid's belly. Her own pussy ached with the need to feel a man's seed flood inside her, to experience what a woman was made for. The taboo must be wrong, she thought. She knew in her heart now that Yvette was right. She imagined she could feel Hercule's hard dick against her own groin.

The moaning copulators squirmed against each other; the big, black stud and the tender flesh of the young maid were joined as Yvette's thirsty cunt milked jets of jism from her strong, virile lover.

Andre and Mignonette watched the thrilling climax of their older companions. The boy felt his hot sex stick sliding along the juicy slit of the excited white girl's virgin pussy. He wanted Mignonette again, but it seemed Mam'selle Virginie was ready. He heard her heavy pants of lust, felt her groin squirm against his stiff prick. Was it time for him to get lucky?

He whispered in the ear of the young girl beside him, "I want to take the mistress now."

Mignonette shivered with excitement at the prospect of watching the boy deflower the creamy-complexioned virgin. The young girl's hungry lips sucked and licked Virginie's firm, grape-like nipple, making the white girl close her eyes and moan with pleasure.

Virginie felt Andre's hard, young rod probe her juicy opening. He pressed his hips downward, working the end of his dick into her virgin entrance.

"What are you doing, Andre?" she cried. "Stop!"

"No, Mam'selle," Yvette said beside her. "It is time for the boy to open the pathway to your womb, so you may enjoy the full pleasure of le sexe."

"No, no," Virginie protested. "I must save my maidenhead for my husband."

"It's only in the way, Mam'selle," Hercule said. "Give it up today. Your husband won't miss it, and you can share the passion of the young men who desire your youthful beauty now."

"No," Virginie protested, but the tone of resolve was gone from her voice.

"Take her, Andre," Yvette directed.

Mignonette slapped Andre's butt. Whap! The gardener's son drove his hips downward and shoved his iron-hard boycock into Virginie's virgin cunt. The white girl screamed as the black boy's slim spear tore through her hymen like a knife through jelly; she felt his groin crash against her own and knew she had been fully taken by her young servant.

"Your dagger has pierced my virtue, Andre," Virginie cried.

"Ohhhh, Mam'selle," the boy moaned, "your pussy is hot and tight."

"Soon it will feel very good to you, Mam'selle," Yvette encouraged her.

Virginie heard a gasp from the open door; her startled eyes found the stable boy, Etienne, standing with a look of shock on his face. His hand clutched a dark bulge outlined in the white cotton shorts that were his only garment.

"Andre has made Mam'selle Virginie a woman, Etienne," Hercule said. "Soon she will be yours."

Etienne pushed his shorts down his legs and let them drop. He grasped his long prick in his fist and began to stroke it. Virginie looked at it hungrily, wishing it was he and not the gardener's boy who had torn her open.

Andre pulled back and pushed his slim dick through his mistress's mangled membrane, ripping the hole larger.

Virginie cried out in pain, "Stop, Andre. It hurts too much."

Etienne shook Andre's shoulder. "Get up, Andre," he ordered. "You are too small to do it. Let me take your place and open her up, so she can feel the pleasure."

"No!" Andre's high-pitched, boyish shout objected. "Get away. She's mine. I was the first to show her le sexe. I was the first to make her scream with pleasure. I will be the first to fill her with my seed."

To Virginie the boy said, "It will be better soon, Mam'selle."

Andre drove his thin rod in and out of his whimpering, groaning mistress. At last, she could only feel the heat of his firm shaft sliding through her tight, virgin pussy.

A moan of pleasure escaped her. She shivered with the desire that overcame her shame. "Yes, Andre, it's good now. Do it, Andre."

Etienne growled in frustration; his expression was a mix of pain and lust as he stroked his naked cock and watched the boy plunder what he thought should have been his.

Andre's slim hips rose and fell faster and faster as he thrust with frantic urgency into his now willing mate. He could feel his little nuts pulling up tight and trying to crawl inside him, as he puffed with exertion like a sprinter nearing the finish.

"I'm going to shoot my seed in you now, Mam'selle," he panted.

"No, Andre," Virginie cried in alarm. "Take it out. You can't give me a baby. My father will kill us all."

"Yes, Mam'selle," the young servant insisted. He pumped harder and faster, clutching his mistress tightly. "It's coming now!" he exclaimed.

Virginie felt the boy's body grow tense; his prick throbbed and pulsed in her pussy. "Oh, no," she groaned in despair.

The black boy moaned and pumped his dick, spurting gobbets of his youthful spunk into the white girl's womb. "Yes," he said, nearly out of breath. "This is what a man and woman are made for. My seed is planted inside you. My seed is in Mignonette. The babies will grow and come to life, and we will love them."

Andre collapsed weakly on his mistress's breast. Virginie clutched his slim frame to her own, feeling affection for the boy even though he had despoiled her.

"Oh, Andre," she sighed. The hope crossed her mind that the young boy's sperm might be weak and immature; as well, his first shot had gone into Mignonette. And it was her first time; she didn't think she could get a child so soon. Surely luck would favor her.

Inside her pussy she felt Andre's prick softening and shrinking. Virginie missed the feeling of the boy's hot, hard shaft thrusting through her hungry vagina. She looked up beside the bed and locked eyes with Etienne. The stable boy stood fisting his long, black rod; his face was a mask of ravenous desire.

Virginie trembled with forbidden passion; she wanted the handsome youth. She might have been lucky her first time with young Andre, but she knew that Etienne's seed would be strong. If she let him into her womb, she would surely grow his child. Her lust drove thoughts of her parents out of her mind. The burning urge in her pussy overcame her resistance.

She pushed at Andre's slim shoulders; the boy raised his face and looked at her.

"I want Etienne," she said in a husky whisper.

Andre smiled. "Yes, Mam'selle. C'est bon. I'll be the man for Mignonette, and Etienne will be your man."

"You'll always be my first, Andre," Virginie said softly.

The boy grinned and kissed his mistress quickly. Then he rolled off of her toward Mignonette. He squirmed around and climbed on top of the young girl's body. Virginie smiled to see the young couple join in a tender kiss.

"Oh, Andre," Mignonette sighed. "Your dick is getting hard again."

Etienne approached his prize. The old bed creaked as a sixth weight climbed onto the mattress. Virginie spread her legs and held up her arms to welcome the trim, brown body of the handsome youth. Her pussy throbbed with desire, juicy with Andre's teenage jism and ready to be taken again.

Etienne crawled forward and rested above her open and yielding body. Virginie read the look in his eyes: the stable boy wanted to be her lover. While young Andre had rushed to take her, Etienne longed to keep her. Last night on the grass, he had been the first man to slide his prick along her pussy; now he would claim the reward for his patience.

Virginie raised her heels and opened herself and watched Etienne's long, dark cock push into her slippery entrance; she moaned as it slid inside her. She wrapped her arms around the firm flesh of the boy and urged him on, as his hard shaft probed deep into her cum-slick vagina. When he had fully entered her, her groin seemed to quickly explode and she clutched tightly to her lover.

Their lips burned with the passion of their kiss, as Etienne drew back his hot, black spear and shoved it even deeper into the white girl's hungry womb. The stable boy stroked his manly mast through his mistress's clenching tissues; together they groaned in rapture. This had been their destiny since they were playmates; at last they were fulfilled.

The white girl worked with the black boy to heighten the thrilling sensations in their groins. Their lips merged as one; their tongues dueled together while the flames of passion grew in their bellies.

"Etienne," she cooed, "I've waited too long for your wonderful prick."

"Ma cherie," the boy sighed, "c'est magnifique."

His pelvis ground against her pussy as his hot poker stirred young Andre's sperm around her thirsty womb. Virginie felt the sensation and knew she wanted more. She needed the strong, young groom, who had been her companion since childhood, to fill her with his potent spunk.

Virginie pulled at Etienne's smooth hips, encouraging him to push deeper inside her. The boy's brown arms clutched the creamy flesh of his partner, grasping her tight against him as he pumped his long, hard hose in and out, faster and faster. Their moans of rapture fueled the excitement of their four bed mates.

Andre poked his stiff boycock into Mignonette's no longer virgin pussy, making the young girl sigh in bliss. On the other side of the mattress, Hercule's heavy hips stirred his big, thick organ inside his whimpering mate; the aphrodisiac scent of his musky sweat filled the chamber.

The other couples made love slowly as they watched the stable boy drive his swollen prick into his willing mistress. The girls hummed softly in excitement as Virginie began to squirm in passion beneath her lover.

A spark ignited in Virginie's groin that grew into a wave of fire that swept over her body. "Ahhhh! Ahhhh!" she cried in lascivious rapture.

"J'arrive!" Etienne shouted in excitement. Virginie moaned with joy as she thrashed and shuddered in her climax, while her lover's hot, throbbing cock pulsed his seed into her edacious womb.

Eventually, calm returned to all; the other couples beamed approvingly at the lovers.

Virginie was the first to speak, "I know that you boys have planted a child inside me." She clutched Etienne affectionately and smiled up at his warm eyes. "I will bring it forth and love it, but my father will be furious; my mother will be overcome with shame."

"No, Virginie," Hercule said authoritatively beside her. "Your parents will accept this because their grandchild will belong to all of us on the plantation."

Hercule raised himself above Yvette's body; his long, fat prick pulled from the black girl's tight pussy with a plop. He rose to his knees and slapped Etienne on the bottom. Virginie was puzzled, but her lover understood.

Etienne lifted himself free from the white girl's warm embrace; his dark, dripping prick emerged from her cunt, making Virginie sigh at the unwanted emptiness. His palms caressed the girl's creamy breasts and then trailed down her flanks and over her hips and along her legs. The black boy backed toward the end of the bed and stood erect, leaving his mistress trembling with desire.

Hercule moved his knees across the bed until they rested between Virginie's thighs. She gaped in awe at the size of his hard, thick cock, which was once again strong and ready. The manly aroma of his labor made the white girl quiver with lust.

"The child in your belly," Hercule continued, "and those who follow will bring forth a new breed who will grow and one day deliver ownership of this plantation to those whose sweat makes it live. The souls of your family and our people will merge into one being, and we will prosper as never before."

Virginie thought that sounded something like the Socialist doctrine her father supported; he had been a contributor to the French Socialist Party, and spoke of being invited to a group luncheon at the presidential residence in Paris by Francois Mitterrand. She wasn't at all certain that his philosophy extended to his own possessions, but she felt a small glimmer of hope that he might accept Hercule's argument.

For the moment, the discourse was suspended. Hercule lowered his dark mass over Virginie's pale body and aimed the head of his big spear at her opening. The girl gasped when the hot knob touched her; Virginie's hungry cunt hole gobbled at the invader, sucking the mammoth organ inside. The white girl grasped Hercule's strong, brown shoulders and urged him on. She groaned in exquisite agony as his thick shaft descended to unplumbed depths and stretched her sperm-drenched tissues to new limits.

"Oh, Hercule," she cried, "you're filling my womb with your man-sized prick."

The young field hand smiled with pride. He pulled back and drove his big pole deep into his mistress, making her moan with lust. Her hands pulled at his strong back, urging him down to wrap his arms around her and hug her creamy breasts against his dusky chest. His hips began to rhythmically pump his cock in and out.

Dimly, Virginie heard the bed strain and felt it sway as Etienne crawled between the legs of Yvette. The young maid raised her arms to welcome him, and he lowered himself onto her body. She hummed in pleasure as the stable boy's rigid rod pushed into her spunk-slick pussy hole.

On the other side, Andre's hard boycock pumped into young Mignonette's tight, nearly virgin cunt. The three girls sighed in bliss as their young men filled them with hot, hard meat. The old bed bounced and squeaked under the strenuous grappling of the six lusty lovers.

Virginie writhed deliriously as Hercule's strong spear probed into her slippery cunt. Deep inside her, she felt her thirsty womb craving for more black seed to fill it. Dizzy with passion as the dark-skinned field hand's strong chest crushed her sensitive nipples and his big prick stirred inside her, she knew he was right: it would be her mission to grow a new breed. She imagined a line of black laborers waiting behind Hercule, their rampant cocks ready to take his place.

The three youths drove their excited dicks faster and faster into their panting partners. Young Mignonette screamed, as she squirmed in childish ecstasy beneath Andre's digging boycock. Yvette began to groan, as Etienne's throbbing teenage tool brought her to new heights of bliss. The rapturous sounds of the girls on either side ignited a spark in Virginie's groin that grew into a surge of heat that thundered through her.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" the three young women moaned in their wild excitement.

Cries of "J'arrive!" blended Andre's boyish, high-pitched squeal with the youthful shout of Etienne. The bed rocked as the two youths pumped their sperms into the milking pussies of their ardent, willing females.

Between them, Hercule's stiff staff seemed to grow thicker, stuffing Virginie's tight pussy to its limit.

"Ahhhh! Ahhhh!" Virginie groaned in ecstasy. "Your big prick has driven me mad, Hercule."

She moaned and shuddered and thrashed beneath the black stud whose man-sized cock thrust into her pussy again. Her trembling tissues clenched his excited organ, squeezing his virile spunk from his big balls.

"Ohhhh, Mam'selle Virginie," Hercule cried. "J'arrive."

As Virginie wriggled in rapture, the field hand's black hose throbbed and pulsed as he pumped a prolific flood of fertile sperm into her womb. There could be no doubt now that the seed of her servants would conceive a child.

"Yes, Hercule," she sighed, "I can feel it." Her arms embraced the strong back of her conqueror and pressed his sweaty chest against her heaving breasts. They rocked together, as the young laborer pumped his hot spunk into his writhing mistress.

On her left, Andre's hips bounced as he tried to squeeze the last drop of jism from his young nuts. On her right, Etienne slammed his groin against Yvette's pussy, driving another spurt of teenage cream from his prick into her depths.

The old bed rocked and creaked under the strain of the passion of the three excited couples. With an awful tearing sound, the frame splintered and the footboard fell away. One side of the mattress crashed to the floor, throwing the six shocked occupants into a tangle of limbs.

Though their bodies still trembled with ecstasy, they soon were overcome with fits of laughter that lasted until Yvette cried out that she was crushed and couldn't breathe.

Andre and Mignonette extricated themselves from the jumble of bodies and climbed to the high side of the mattress. Hercule pulled Etienne from the breathless Yvette and took his place. The stable boy embraced his white mistress and tenderly kissed her cheek. The further movement jarred the broken bed; with a loud crack, the other side collapsed, provoking another round of helpless amusement.

Virginie tried to stifle her giggles. "Oh, boys," she moaned, "not only have you ruined me, but my bed as well."

"Don't worry, Mam'selle," Etienne tried to reassure her. "I'll fetch the carpenter to repair the damaged frame. He'll make it as good as new by nightfall."

"But he will see," Virginie protested. "He'll tell everybody what happened here."

"Don't worry, Mam'selle," Yvette said. "Theophile is very handsome, and I hear his organ is very large. You'll enjoy taking him into our family."

Virginie sighed. She wondered what would come next. Would they lead her tomorrow to lie in the field with all of the farm laborers?

She didn't know how she would deal with her father and mother when they returned and found her belly swelling. There was no point in worrying about it; she must live for the day.

As Etienne kissed her in parting and went out the door after the carpenter, Virginie lay back on the broken bed. She felt the caressing hands of her young servants beside her and shivered with the tingle of her pussy, as she imagined how Theophile's big, hard cock would soon shoot another load of black sperm into her womb.

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The end.