This is a print version of story Heading South by santacruz001 from xHamster.com

Heading South

Miriam Smith looked forward to her Friday nights with her fellow teachers from school. She and several of the other teachers got together for a ladies night out to let their hair down and celebrate the start of the cherished weekend. The pretty blonde wife taught English at the high school and enjoyed her work but she also enjoyed having a good time as well. She was definitely no 'stick in the mud' when it came to partying on the weekends.

Sometimes the group went out for drinks at a bar or pub outside of the school district boundaries as the school district frowned on having its teachers seen drinking at bars. Other times they would go to Broadway shows or other live performances. They even went to the roller rink from time to time as well as the bowling alley. They called themselves. 'The Party of Six,' because there were usually Miriam and five of her friends going out together and at restaurants, when they were called for dinner it was always, 'Miriam, Party of Six' or one of the other gals and 'Party of Six' being called out so their group became known as the 'Party of Six.'

Sometimes, her friends would joke and say that they were called, 'Party of Sex,' because it always seemed that their heated discussions would, sooner or later, come to the hot topic of sex. They would talk about which of their students were having sex with whom as well as who so and so was fucking this week behind her husband's or his wife's back. Their own sex life would turn up as a topic of debate from time to time, especially after imbibing a few Margaritas or glasses of white wine.

Tonight, one of the ladies had suggested going downtown to one of the 'art' cinemas to watch a new movie that was recently released. Miriam was interested in going as one of her favorites actresses, Charlotte Rampling, was in the movie. Charlotte, as you might know, was in the movie, 'Georgy Girl,' back in the sixties when Miriam was a young girl. The name of Charlotte's new movie was called, 'Heading South.'

The Party of Six met at a little sports bar on the edge of downtown coming directly from school. The ladies tended to dress down on Fridays and be more casual but even in blue jeans and a white blouse, Miriam still looked fabulous. She had kissed her husband goodbye that morning after fixing him some early breakfast as she didn't have to be at school until eight o'clock.

"Don't wait up for me, Maurice, as the Party of Six is going to see a movie at one of the theatres downtown."

"Have a good time tonight, Dear," he called out as he jumped into his Mercedes and drove off to work.

Maurice really didn't want his wife to work as he made plenty of money with his own real estate business but his lovely blonde wife wanted to make a difference in the world by teaching young people. "They are our greatest asset," she would say to him.

The left the bar with plenty of time to get to the movie theater and pay for their tickets. Miriam was surprised to see so many women her own age there at the movie that she felt right at home. There were quite a few couples already seated in the theater but it was mainly white women in their thirties, forties and fifties. Miriam found it odd that there were even several single white women with a Negro as well as a number of white couples with black men. She didn't consider herself a racist but she didn't believe in white women dating black men and the mixing of the races.

It didn't take long for Miriam to figure out the plot of the movie. The pretty white women in the film were teachers spending their summer vacation away from school at a resort where the impoverished local beach boys serve as gigolos for the rich white, American women. The black youths devote themselves to nourishing the women's starved libidos in exchange for food, gifts and temporary refuge from the perils of the island's repressive regime of Jean-Claude Duvalier. The movie was set in the seventies. There were three white women who went on summer break from teaching every year to enjoy some illicit sex away from their husbands. These women, as well as others, would go down to Haiti to find lovers. The problem was, these married white women were down in this repressed Caribbean island looking for local young men, that is, local young black men. Miriam was embarrassed by the way that the white women talked and carried on with the young blacks. She wasn't prejudiced, but proper white women just didn't act like sluts around Negro men. Miriam had always liked Charlotte Rampling but the way she threw herself at the young black boys was outrageous. Charlotte was old enough to be their mother, for Heaven's sake!

While it was all fun and games within the comfy suites and confines of the pristine resort and along the pure, crystal white shores of the resort, within Haiti itself is a miserable environment of suffocating poverty and brutal repression from 'Baby Doc' Duvalier's regime. When some of the women venture beyond the resort setting to see where there black Haitian boy toys actually live, it is an experience that jolts them back to reality.

During one of the first of many interracial love scenes in the movie, Miriam leaned over to one of her friends sitting next to her and asked in a whisper, "My God, is that boy's huge penis real?"

Her friend, Julie, laughed at the question.

"Of course it is, Silly," her worldlier friend whispered back. "Don't you know that most black men are hung like horses?"

Miriam was amazed at what she saw. These were young black men who were probably about eighteen or nineteen years old with some of them younger, who had cocks on them that would make a stallion proud. They knew that they were big and that was why the American women flocked down to see them. Miriam was aghast when she saw that the huge black penis that these boys sported were much bigger than her very own husband's. She had previously heard several of her teacher friends talking about how large Negroes were; now she knew what they had been referring to.

True to his form, her husband was already in bed that night when she arrived home from the movie and found him sound asl**p as he lay snoring loudly. Miriam slipped under the covers without waking him. The movie had been highly erotic and she couldn't get the images out of her pretty little head about all of the naked young black boys with their massively stiff cocks. Miriam felt an unfamiliar longing between her thighs. The pretty blonde wife did something that she had never done before. She got up and searched in her lingerie drawer for one of the gag gifts that one of the 'Party of Sex' had given her for her recent fortieth birthday party. She found it under some of her panties. It was a rather large black dildo. Miriam had never used one before but she knew what it was for and she used it now.

Miriam went into the den and lay down on the couch. She put the Afghan over her just in case her husband stirred and came out to the den and caught her in 'the act.' Miriam figured that she could say that she had fallen asl**p on the couch and her witless husband would be none the wiser.

The aroused wife hurriedly slipped off her dampened panties and pulled aside her sheer negligee. The dildo had a battery that caused the dildo to vibrate. She flipped on the switch and quickly found her moist opening. She jumped and cried out when the tip of the vibrating faux-penis touched her swollen clitoris. Miriam had never used a dildo before but it didn't take her long for her to catch on and figure it out. She imagined that the large black vibrator was the black boy from the movie. It didn't take long, however, for her to bring herself off with her own amateurish ministrations. Her heartbeat raced as she climaxed. It was as if a huge black cock was really fucking her for the very first time. She even imagined that she had the blessing of her own husband to be with her new Negro lover.

Miriam got off of the couch, slipped her panties back on and wiped down the slickened dildo with a wash rag before putting 'Ole Black Joe' back into its carrying case. She remembered when her close friend, Julie, had given it to her. Miriam didn't know what it was and held it up for the other ladies at her birthday party to see. When they all started snickering, she knew her friends were making fun of her. Afterwards, Julie, who had given it to her, explained the dildo's use and functionality. Miriam blushed to the roots of her long blonde hair. She never imagined why any married woman would want something like that. Now she knew.

Miriam never refused her husband sex but Maurice didn't fuck her as often as he used to, however, whenever he did insist, she dreamt that she was Charlotte Rampling getting royally fucked by, Legba, the black teenager in the highly charged, erotic movie.

*******

The 'Party of Six' usually did something together as a group at the start of the summer break from teaching school. Miriam was having lunch with Julie at La Madeline's, a little French bakery and restaurant downtown, when Julie broached the subject of the Ladies Group's next trip.

"Miriam," her friend said after a wonderful lunch of a small salad and a warm French baguette with melted cheese, "One of the gals in the group suggested that we go 'Heading South' for this year's summer trip. There's a nice little resort at Jamaica's Rio Ochos that specifically caters to white American women. She has already booked us space for the first week in June. Will you join us?"

Her friend's question took Miriam by surprise. She had thought a lot about the movie that they had seen earlier together but had never dreamed that she would actually go some place as decadent as that.

Julie saw her naive friend blush.

"Miriam, it's alright, really it is," she said as she covered Miriam's hand with hers.

"They are very discreet down there. Our husbands will never know unless you tell them. My husband knows because I shared our dark little secret with him last year. At first, he was mad at me because I had fucked a strange man. A strange black man at that. Later, he would ask me for all of the details. It got him very excited and he wanted to fuck me. Our sex was very rousing and passionate that night. In our dirty talk, he even tells me that he is my 'Negro Lover' and pretends that he is black as he fucks me."

Miriam had heard her friend talk about sex before but never like this. The flood of emotion washed over her like a sexual tidal wave. She felt that strange tingling between her thighs.

The pretty blonde wife stuttered as she responded, "Le, le, let me ask my husband."

*******

That evening, Miriam did ask her husband.

"Dear," she said. "Is it okay if I go down to Jamaica with The Party of Six for a week?"

"Sure," Maurice quickly replied. He already knew about the planned trip as Julie's husband, Bart, had said something to him about the ladies' group trip to him today at the office. He also knew why they were going.

"Why don't you go and have fun with your lady friends. Several of us guys are going for a week-long deep-sea fishing trip to Cabos san Lucas. You go have your little fun while we go have our guy fun."

Miriam was surprised that her husband had agreed so quickly. He was quite the penny pincher and usually scrimped with their money. However, she was so excited and made plans to get ready for their Jamaican excursion.

*******

Julie and Miriam went shopping together for some new clothes. They made a stop at the Victoria's Secret in the mall. Miriam was usually too conservative to shop there but Julie helped her pick out several exciting new outfits as well as some sexy swimsuits and lacy under things. This trip was going to really cost her husband quite a pretty penny in more ways than one.

The Party of Six left on Sunday afternoon and arrived at Jamaica's Montego Bay Airport late in the afternoon. One of those jaunty jitneys, a brightly painted, open-air jeep with the fringe on top, picked them up. Their driver was an elderly local Rastafarian with long dreadlocks. He looked over the pretty white American women with a practiced eye. He knew why they were here. The old Jamaican just wished that he was about twenty years younger so that he could 'enjoy' some of their lovely womanly charms. Now, he was like the old dog that could no longer even chase cars. He used to even remember what to do with them when he caught them.

Now Joe's big, ole black pecker was good for only one thing; peeing. Still, he liked to look at the pretty white women and remember the olden days when they would come down to visit him. He had been in big demand when he was a young lad of twenty. One prime day, he even 'serviced' more than twenty-five beautiful white women. With his stamina, if he had kept track of the number of white women he had fucked, he might've even rivaled Wilt Chamberlain's claim of having bedded over twenty thousand women.

Today, 'Ole Black Joe' was still considered a legend, at least in his own mind. 'Ole Black Joe' could dream now, couldn't he? Joe didn't know that a dildo had been fashioned after his own big black cock. He had been just that popular in Jamaica with all the pretty white, American ladies coming down to get away from their boring white husband and boyfriends for some discreet, wild 'jungle' sex. He really was a legend that lived on even today and was found in the drawers of many a fine, upstanding lady in the form of a big, black dildo.

Miriam sat in the passenger seat up front next to the driver. She talked to the driver while they weaved their way out of town and trough the jungle. The pretty blonde teacher loved the old black man's Jamaican accent. They talked about a number of different topics when she realized that the hem of her dress had ridden up her firm thighs and was now showing the old man quite an expanse of smooth white skin. He kept looking over at her and her legs while he was driving. Miriam knew that she should push her hem back into place but she decided to give the driver a show. She scooted over to the far edge of her seat near the door so she was now almost facing the old black driver. Miriam let her legs relax and open up. The wind had caught the edge of her dress and lifted it up to reveal her tiny little lacy, white bikini panties. She swore that the old black man just about had a coronary right then and there. If he had, she thought, the jeep surely would have been wrecked and the occupants injured but she wickedly kept her legs open for his continued viewing pleasure.

*******

Miriam was excited. She had enjoyed teasing the old black driver and flirting with him. What had gotten into her? It had taken the old jeep driver several hours to make his way to the remote resort in lovely, secluded Rio Ochos. She and her friend, Julie, were staying in the same little bungalow near the beach. They arrived just in time for the welcoming cocktail hour.

The ladies from The Party of Sex were clearly enjoying themselves. The waiters were dressed in spiffy-looking uniforms but they were all young, muscular and black. They were very attentive in bringing us our drinks. There were other guests at the Full Moon Beach Resort but they were all white. There were a few young couples who were obviously newly weds as well as several older white couples who were probably married but maybe not to each other.

"Who cares?" Miriam thought to herself, "We're all her to have a little fun. Right?"

Dinner was very nice and they watched the radiant sun setting. Most of the ladies were going on to the disco to dance the night away and trip the light fantastic but Miriam was too tired from the stressful last week of teaching school. She kissed Julie on the cheek and told her good night.

"Don't wait up for me, Honey," Julie said breathlessly with a wink of her pretty blue eye. "I want to experience all the fun that this place has to offer."

Miriam saw that several of the waiters had changed into casual shorts and a loose, unbuttoned shirt. She easily found her way back to her bungalow.

As she was undressing, she felt the warmth between her thighs. She knew that it wasn't right to tease that old black driver but she felt wicked while she was doing so. Miriam also knew why these white women were down her as she had seen it in the movie, 'Heading South.' The only difference was that the movie was set in Haiti during the seventies and now we were in a more tourist-friendly locale of Jamaica. The young black men were still there for the same thing. Money and sex from the white American women. That was how those black boys made their living and they enjoyed pleasing those pretty white women, especially the blondes.

Miriam fingered herself until she had an orgasm. She was thinking of Legba from the movie. She finally dozed off to sl**p and had an erotic dream that she was the white princess of the jungle and all of the black subjects were under her obedient command. She awoke to sounds of a struggle.

Miriam looked over at Julie's bed. It looked like she was getting ****d by one of the black waiters. She was about to hit the young black man in the back of the head with a table lamp when she realized that Julie wasn't struggling as she had her pretty legs wrapped around his muscular black buttocks urging him even deeper. Julie's arms were around her black lover's broad back and, in ecstasy; her nails were raking across the thick black skin.

Miriam put the lamp back on the table and sat back down on the edge of her bed. She watched the erotic interracial coupling of her friend with the black waiter. Julie saw Miriam watching and just smiled at her as she continued her energetic lovemaking.

Miriam fitfully went back to sl**p but she had visions of black men between her own loins. Was it the intense heat of the jungle that made her dream these things?

*******

The next day, Miriam was already dressed as she left for breakfast. Julie was still in bed resting up from her previous night's love session.

After breakfast, Miriam walked along the beautiful white-sand beach. The palm trees were swaying gently in the light ocean breeze. The sky was blue and the water was crystal-clear. She could even see some of the brightly-colored fish swimming around lazily in the warm sea water.

There were a number of sunbathers already out in the early morning hours as most people had been cautioned about the sun's extremely powerful and harmful rays during mid-day. There were no restrictions about wearing swimsuits or not and a number of the topless women were enjoying the sun's early warmth. Some were even bottomless as well as they frolicked nude in the surf. Miriam noticed that most of the white women were with a black man.

The pretty blonde teacher and wife walked along much further and she came to a jungle clearing at the edge of the beach that had the remains of an old bonfire. There were also small benches that formed a circle around the fireplace. She figured they cooked out wienies and marshmallows here and told ghost stories like they did in her own Girl Scout days back home.

Miriam had forgotten to take some water with her so she decided to head back to the resort. By that time, Julie was up and getting into her sexy swimsuit.

"Come with me for a swim," she asked Miriam.

"Sure, let me throw on my suit. Give me a minute, okay?"

*******

The two beautiful white teachers got a beach towel from one of the black cabana boys and went down to lie in the sun near the water's edge. Julie popped her top and let her magnificent twin orbs run free. Miriam was surprised at her friend as she knew that she would never do anything like that back home.

Julie saw her friend looking at her quizzically.

"What goes on in Jamaica stays in Jamaica. Come on, Honey, let your hair down and have some fun. I promise, I certainly won't tell anyone."

Miriam hesitated as she had never sunbathed topless before. She found herself reaching behind her back and unsnapping the top's clasp. She released her own beautiful twin orbs. She laid face down on the lounge chair. Somehow she felt freer than she had ever felt before but she wasn't quite yet ready to show the world her bare breasts.

"Some oil, Ma'am?" she heard a Jamaican voice ask.

Miriam looked up to see one of the resort's black waiters.

"Some oil for your back, Ma'am?" the young black boy asked again.

"Sure, why not?" she replied reluctantly.

"My name is Mathuga," he said.

"Mine is Miriam," she half turned to shake his hand before she realized that she was topless and letting him see some of her bare breasts. Miriam flushed.

The young muscular black boy knelt down beside the beautiful blonde lady. He started on her back, rubbing the scented oil into her smooth white skin. His fingers worked wonders on her as she began to relax. Miriam had massages before but none as erotic and as sensual as this one. His strong black fingers massaged her top of her bare shoulders and then along the sides. The tips of his fingers slipped underneath and caressed the swell of her bare breasts. Her nipples tingled with excitement.

Mathuga then worked his magic on the back of her calves and down to her little feet. The young black boy gave her the best foot massage that she had ever had. He worked his way back up her firm thighs and massages her buttocks underneath the thin material of her bikini bottoms.

"Turn over," he said in a quiet voice.

Miriam turned over exposing her bare breasts to the young Negro boy. His fingers rubbed the slick oil on her chest and on her tits. He tweaked the nipples into firmness.

By this time, Miriam was breathing fairly hard and her heart was racing.

His dark roving hands moved down to her bikini bottoms, the last vestige of her modesty. Miriam surprised herself when she lifted her hips slightly to aid Mathuga in taking off the bottom portion of her skimpy bikini.

The young black cabana boy saw that her pussy hair was as blonde as the hair on her beautiful head.

"You have beautiful blonde hair, Ma'am," he whispered into her ear. "I especially love real blondes."

Miriam spread her thighs to let Mathuga rub the protective oil over her firm thighs. His finger dipped into her moistened opening and aroused her even further. Her clitoris throbbed as she realized that she had an orgasm while laying right there on the lounge chair on the beach in front of God and everybody.

Miriam grabbed her beach towel to cover her nakedness as she ran crying to the safety of her bungalow.

*******

Julie had witnessed all of Miriam's introduction to the sexuality of black lust for white women. She went to console her friend.

The pretty blonde wife had thrown on a robe and lay crying on her bed when Julie arrived.

"Miriam, Honey," she said as she put her arms around the distraught teacher. "No one will make you do anything that you don't want to do."

"I know that," Miriam sobbed. "But I can't believe that I allowed something like that to happen right in broad daylight in front of everybody. How embarrassed can I get?"

"Dear, there wasn't any body making fun of you out there. They all knew that you were just enjoying yourself with that black boy. There's no harm in that. Remember, what goes on in Jamaica, stays in Jamaica."

"Yes, I know but I've never been unfaithful to my husband," Miriam replied through tear-streaked eyes.

"It's alright to have our fun. I'm sure that both of our husbands are having fun on their little trip."

Miriam smiled. She knew that her friend was probably right.

"Come on, Honey. Let's get ready for tonight's dinner."

*******

Miriam's disposition had cheered up considerably. She knew that Julie liked sex quite a bit as she watched her having a different black lover every night this week but that wasn't for her. Miriam still had fun frolicking around in the surf and lying on the beach topless but she wasn't interested in taking a black lover, at least not just yet.

Mathuga watched out for Miriam and made sure that she had everything that she needed. He was quick to refresh her drink or to get her a clean towel. He even got her some postcards so she could write home and tell her husband about her wonderful experience in Jamaica. She felt no pressure at all to have sex with any of the staff of young black men.

The week was coming fast to an end. The resort was having a big 'Full Moon' party beach bash on Saturday night as it was to be a full moon and that was the name of the resort. Miriam wasn't too keen about going but Julie talked her into it.

There was a beach bar-b-que along with musicians, a limbo contest and Mocko Jumbies, the colorful Jamaicans on stilts.

Dinner was nice and the wine flowed freely. All of the ladies from the Party of Six had dressed up in Hawaiian outfits with skirts, bikini tops and leis. Julie won the limbo contest as she was able to go under the lowest bar. It was easy for her because she had been a dancer throughout school and now led the drill dance corps at the high school.

Miriam thought that she probably had too much wine but it kept coming. Mathuga made sure that her glass was never empty. After dinner, the guests were instructed to gather around the fire and sit down on the benches for the Jamaican Full Moon show. Miriam noticed that the black waiters were dressed in colorful loincloths and standing behind their white guests. They were told that a documentary was being made of tonight's celebration ritual and Miriam saw one of the waiters with a video camera.

The jungle drums started their sensual beat. It was announced that the King was looking for an heir to the throne. One of the older Jamaican men came out into the firelight dressed as the chieftain. Miriam was surprised when she recognized the Chief as the old taxi driver, Joe, who picked them up at the airport when they first arrived. He looked much more powerful tonight than he did while he was driving the jeep.

The Chief danced around the fire looking at all of the white women seated. He circled the fire three times and then looked up. At that very moment, the full moon was directly overhead and cast the chief in it silvery light almost as it were a spotlight. Then the chief pointed over her shoulder to Mathuga who was standing near Miriam. Mathuga came forward as directed and began to dance around the fire as if a zombie. The chanting began and the drums beat quicker. All eyes were on the young black man swaying to the beat of the music. It was clearly the call of the jungle. Everybody started to clap their hands in time with the jungle beat.

Mathuga danced around the fire and came close to several of the ladies in her group. It seemed like magnets either repelling or attracting each other. All of the women reached out their arms as Mathuga made physical contact with each one, even Miriam participated in this ritual. The young black man would start to pull one of the white women from her seat but each time would let her fall back down until he came to Miriam.

The skillful black dancer took a hold of Miriam's outstretched arm and pulled her towards him like magnets attracting each other. Her positive to his negative. Her whiteness to his blackness. Their arms intertwined as they danced together.

Miriam was dizzy from swirling around but didn't want to stop dancing with Mathuga. He held the blonde beauty in his strong black arms. His fingers went to work behind her back and soon her top was flung into the fire. Miriam continued dancing with the young black waiter with even more fervor. Her skirt was next. Now all that she had on was her little, black bikini panties and the flower lei around her neck.

They continued dancing and swaying to the music. Miriam was moved closer to a mattress that was placed on the ground. It all seemed to be going to fast for her. She looked over and saw Julie kissing on one of her black lovers. The other ladies in her group were in various stages of undress. Was this really happening to her?

Mathuga laid the pretty blonde teacher on the mattress as he continued to dance to the jungle music. At first, Miriam had tried in vain to hide her nakedness by covering her breasts and pussy with her hands. She was caught up in the moment as she writhed on the mattress.

The young muscular waiter danced above the pretty blonde woman. Miriam's legs flowered open as he stepped between them. She knew in her heart that if she wanted Matuga to stop, he would do so right then and there. It was then that she saw the huge tent in his loincloth. Miriam gasped as he pulled off the cloth, revealing his massive black cock pointing up towards the full moon.

It was hopeless now to stop this onslaught!

Mathuga maneuvered between her smooth, bare thighs and grasped his huge cock in his hand. He guided this raging manhood to her quivering pussy. Miriam screamed when the tip of his gigantic African cock speared into her tight, defenseless blonde pussy. She was not ready for anything like this. His thick lips covered hers and his tongue danced with hers in the sweet warmth of her mouth.

Miriam felt the white hot pain at the apex of her womanhood start to dissipate as Mathuga continued to thrust into the highly aroused blonde woman. If it had not been for the aphrodisiac in the wine, Miriam would not have been anywhere near lubricated enough to take his one-eyed, black monster African cock.

The rest of the crowd watched in amazement as they saw the beautiful blonde take the entire length and girth of her black demon's manhood. Julie smiled at knowing that her friend was finally taking some big black cock. She watched as Miriam's firm white legs came up to encircle her Negro lover's thrusting hips. Julie watched as her friend had an orgasm.

Mathuga fucked the pretty white woman like he had never fucked before. It seemed like hours or even days that he was buried deep inside her tight womb but it was actually only minutes. Soon he lifted up and roared as he shot his dark, hot seed deep inside her innermost being. The sated Negro got up from between her widespread legs and the next black waiter quickly took his place.

Miriam was fucked that night by all of the black men, including the camera man. Just as she thought that she was about to pass out from exhaustion, the Chieftain appeared. He whipped off his loincloth and sported a massive erection. Miriam gasped when she saw that his big black cock looked just like her favorite black dildo. It was larger than most of the other men but Miriam had been stretched out enough to take Old Black Joe once again.

After Miriam passed out, the thoughtful Mathuga lovingly carried the beautiful blonde teacher back to her bungalow and cleaned up her dripping, messy pussy before dressing her in her nightgown.

When she woke up the next day, Miriam called her husband and told him that she was staying in Jamaica for a while. The pretty blonde wife wanted to enjoy the rest of the summer. Mathuga did too!

So the next time that you ladies want to have some fun, consider 'Heading South.'

Written by jmcox261


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