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 asleep 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 asleep 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 sleep 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 raped 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 sleep 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."