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.

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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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

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, young 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

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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Chapter 2

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

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 prick 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.

O================O

Chapter 4

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.

O================O

Chapter 5

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.

O================O

Chapter 6

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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