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Heading South
by Dick Coxxx (address withheld)

***

After watching 'Heading South,' a new interracial movie 
with some of her friends, a pretty blonde teacher 
becomes the main attraction at an impromptu party. 
(M+/F, intr, orgy)

***

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."

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.'

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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