There, I met John. He was 6 feet 3 inches (a whole foot taller than I), gentle, looking for someone to be friends with or possibly more, and stuck in the same kind of relationship I was wiith Edward. Oh, yeah. He was also black. After looking at his profile and reading every little word, I decided to allow him to contact me outside the site. I don't know what possessed me to do it, but i sent him my e-mail address and soon, he was online and we were chatting.

     We started out by talking about everyday, little things. You know - age, sex, location, jobs we held, the weather - that kind of thing. Soon, we discovered we had so many things in common that we could be related to each other. While he had grown up and learned a trade in the Cayman Islands and I had done the same here in the states, we were a perfect match in everything except height and location. He was currently in Florida and I was in Southeastern Idaho. Might as well have been seperate countries. Either way, we began a wonderful relationship that began to grow as time went by.

     Soon, we were trading pictures over the net, becoming more and more daring until I eventually told him that all these pictures were old and that I didn't have a cam any longer. He immediately signed off and I wrote him off as just another pic ho. To my surprise, the next day, he logged on and asked for my address. He said he was sending me a "present" that I would like and that he wanted me to promise to use it. I said ok and he wished me a good evening and signed out again. This left me wondering what he was sending and if I had done the right thing by giving out my address. In a fight later that evening with my ex, I forgot all about it and went to bed in tears.

     To my surprise, at 11am the next morning, I answered the door to the ups man with a box from John. He had sent it overnight mail. I signed on the line on the screen and quickly closed my front door with a blush, realizing my black silk robe had fallen open to the delivery man's gaze, revealing my double d breasts and cleanly shaven pussy. I carried the box to my bedroom and logged in to find John waiting for me. He asked if I had openedit yet and I told him no. He demanded that I do so immediately and I ripped the tape off the box.

     Inside, I discovered five little packages. The first I picked out of the bubble wrap was a pricey webcam. I knew it was pricey due to the field I am in. I plugged it in, installing the software quickly so that John could see me retrieve the other items from the box. I then looked back in, once I was sure he could see, and gasped in surprise at the remaining contents. Inside were two vibrators (with batteries), one buttplug, and a bottle of very expensive lubricant. The purchase order listed the total price at $243.72 including shipping. John asked me if I was ok. Evidently, I had begun to blush and he could see it very clearly. The doorbell rang again and I rushed from the room, my face burning.

     It was the ups boy again, with a second, smaller package. I signed again and felt his gaze linger on my cleavage, very visible again. I leaned in and kissed his cheek and said thank you and closed the door on his hot face, giggling to myself as I locked the door again. I carried this box into the bedroom and faced the cam again. John had a cell phone in his hand and my box began to ring and vibrate as he put it up to his ear. I dropped it then laughed at myself and quickly opened the box, eager to hear his voice for the first time.

     I flipped the little black phone open and breathlessly answered. "Hello."

     "Hello, beautiful," I heard a deep, gentle voice respond. "How do you like your gifts?"

      "Well, I'm kinda surprised. We've only been doing this for a couple of weeks and you sent me some very personal stuff, here." I replied, blushing once again. "What do you expect me to do with all of this? I know what I want to do but I have never let anyone else see me do those things."

     "Honey, the toys are for you to use however and whenever you want. The cell phone is for us to talk when we're at work and want to chat. You can call me any time you want during the day. The cam is so that I can see whatever you want to show me and to see your beautiful face and body. Nice pussy and tits, by the way."

     I blushed again, even harder realizing my robe had slipped open again. Then, I decided to give him a show. I turned off the cam, telling him that I would be back in a minute. I quickly loaded the batteries, slid the wrapping off the lube and buttplug and adjusted the cam so he could see the bed. I then sat on the bed and turned the cam back on, using the remote control. I leaned back on my elbows and spread my legs, dripping lube onto my pussy and rubbing it gently down into the crack of my ass. I then slid the butt plug over my mound and down to my hole, asking him where he thought it should go. “Slide it into your ass, darling,” he growled. I could see his hand slide off of the desk and slip down to the bulge inside his shorts. He began to stroke his cock and I watched him on the screen just as he was watching me. I slipped the head of the plug into my ass, feeling the puckered hole slowly open under the pressure until, with a soft grunt, it slid into place, filling my ass completely. I slapped the end of it, sending a shock through my ass and gave a soft tug to make sure it was securely in place. “Oh, yeah,” he breathed into my ear softly. “Now, play with that amazing pussy for me, baby. I don’t care what you use on it, just don’t stop. I love what I see.”

     I grabbed up the smaller of the two vibes and turned it on, stroking my clit gently with it before slowly inserting an inch into my tight wet hole. I eased it back out with a soft groan and slid it back in. Two inches. I repeated this again and again for him, masturbating to the sound of his quickened breathing and the sight of his now erect cock loose in his hands, being stroked to just the same rhythm as the toy in my cunt. I now had it deep in my pussy, pounding away with the vibration turned on low. With a devilish smile, I pulled it from my dripping wet gash and turned it off, laying it aside and reaching for the larger. I glanced at it as I grabbed it, doubting if it’s 12 inch long thick shaft would fit but I decided I would give it my best.

     I pushed the head of the toy against my now swollen clit and heard him gasp in my ear. “Honey, are you sure that’s going to fit? I might have misjudged on sending you that one.” I reassured him by suddenly thrusting it into my snatch. It only went in about 4 inches at first. Then, I turned on the vibration. My pussy responded by opening wider and eagerly gulping at the pulsating toy, pulling it in deeper and deeper until about ten inches was buried in my quivering flesh. My juices dripped and I began to pump it in and out, thrusting my hips into the air. Sucking sounds and moans filled the air as I went faster and faster. My gaze had drifted away from the screen and I suddenly felt a new sensation. There was a buzzing in my ass. The butt plug had come alive, gently vibrating away. I yelped in surprise and John laughed in my ear. “New sensation, dear?” he chuckled.
    
     I looked at the screen, seeing the little box in his hand as he turned up the juice again. My hips were bucking and my orgasm was building. I could see the head of his 8 inch cock growing and swelling in his hand, his balls tightening with pressure as he watched me quiver and hold back the orgasm.

     “Just cum, baby. I want to see you cum,” he whispered in my ear as he turned up the plug to full power. I pumped harder and suddenly, I was cumming, squirting all over my green satin coverlet at the cam while I watched his jizm pour from the head of his engorged cock. My pussy and ass convulsed as I had the most intense, double orgasm I had ever had in my life. He turned down and then off the butt plug, easing me out of cumming slowly. I did likewise to the vibe in my pussy and slid it out, laying it beside its much smaller counterpart on the coverlet. I lay there, gasping and moaning into the phone while he turned the butt plug on and off, teasing me and watching me jump all over the bed as he did so. “Mmmmmm….that was wonderful. Thank you for the birthday present, honey,” he whispered in my ear. “Do you want that plug out or would you leave it in over night for me? I want to wake you up by giving you another orgasm, if you’ll let me.”

     I told him I would leave it in and we signed off for the night, hanging up and crawling under the covers, removing the soiled coverlet and letting it fall to the floor. I thought about what I had just experienced for a while. It was a night of many firsts. My frst anal orgasm, my first phone sex, the first time I had masturbated for anyone, and the first time I had ever had dp of any type. I was about to drift into sleep when my ass buzzed and a text arrived on the new cell. “Just a reminder” it said. I grinned and sent back a quick, “Thank you. It was wonderful and a shock. Talk to you in the morning,” and fell asleep, dreaming of my wake up call.
 

This is the story of Mrs. Goodwin and me.

I got along well with Mrs. Goodwin from the start. I was well behaved with good manners. Mrs. Goodwin selected me to lead the group exercises that we did at the beginning of each class because I could bellow like a Drill Instructor. Also, I was entrusted with the running of little errands for Mrs. Goodwin, and that helped me get out of some of the more onerous games, like paddle tennis. Where Mrs. Goodwin and I really hit it off was with our enjoyment of running track. She had been on the track team when she was at university, and was glad to pass on some tips and pointers to me.

In those days the girl’s coaches wore baggy navy-blue walking shorts and light-blue polo shirts with the school logo on the left breast. Mrs. Goodwin herself was tall, with long legs. She wore her medium brown hair short, with no real attempt to make it stylish. Her face, arms and legs were well tanned. She was not what would be called ravishingly beautiful, with a long, somewhat angular, face, but wholesome looking. She a very sweet smile, and her light blue eyes that would sparkle when she did. One thing that I noticed early on was the surgery scare on her left knee. With all that said, I really liked Mrs. Goodwin, as a teacher and as a person.

The highlight of the year in PE was the yearly school track meet, and this year the highlight was to be a head-to-head contest of the 4x100 yard relay, Mr. Hannigan’s coed PE class versus Mrs. Goodwin’s class. The rules were that each class would have two boys and two girls on the relay team, and they could run any leg. After try outs and practice I was selected to run the anchor leg of this important race.

When the day of the track meet finally arrived, I was ready. I did well in my other events: the standing and running long jump; and the 50, 100 and, 440-yard dashes. The 4x100 yard relay was the last event of the day. I won’t bother you with the details of the race, just suffice it to say that Carla gave me a two-stride lead going into the anchor leg, and I never looked back.

I stuck around after the meet to help put away the equipment and bleachers. When that job was done, I headed to the locker room to shower and change. When I was ready to leave school, I went by the girl’s PE office to say my good-bye to Mrs. Goodwin.

When I entered the office, I didn’t see anyone.

"Hello! Mrs. Goodwin!" I called, "It’s Andrew."

"I’m here in the back," came her muffled reply. "Come on back!"

If the girl’s PE building was laid out like the boy’s, I was headed toward the coaches locker room.

The door to the locker room was about halfway open, I poked my head in. Mrs. Goodwin was seated with her back to me on the bench in front of her open locker. She only had on her bra and full sized briefs, ‘grannie panties.’

I stammered an apology and started to withdraw. My thoughts were in a jumble. I was startled, embarrassed, and turned on all at once. Mrs. Goodwin looked over her shoulder with a smile.

"Come on in, Andrew. I won’t bite."

I entered the locker room, still staying by the door, ready to make a hurried exit if needed.

"You did a great job at the tack meet today, Andrew."

"Thank you, Mrs. Goodwin."

"‘Mrs. Goodwin’ is too formal for friends, Andrew. When we aren’t in class, you should call me ‘Joan.’"

"Ah . . . Okay, Joan," I sort of stammered. She said we were friends. I liked that. I had always been fond of Mrs. Goodwin. In a heartbeat I realized that all along I had crush on her. Mrs. Goodwin had shown me nothing but kindness, and I always wanted to please her. My mind was in a whorl. Here I was, talking with my PE teacher, in the coaches locker room, while she was wearing only her underwear. And she was acting as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do.

"I’ve enjoyed having you in my class this semester, Andrew. You have always been such a nice young man."

"Thanks, Mrs. Goodwin," I said, falling back into formality. "I’ve liked being in your class."

"Just another couple of weeks and you’re off for the summer. Any vacation plans?"

"I don’t think so. Mom has to work, and I’m going to summer school at the high school." My mom had a rule: unless I had a paying job I had to go to summer school.

"Andrew, would you be a dear and undo my bra?" she asked.

I would have walked on the ceiling if she had asked me to! I stepped over to Mrs. Goodwin. I knew how bras were fastened, having helped my mom sort laundry. I undid the three hooks and gently let my hands fall to my sides.

Joan took the straps off of her shoulders and tossed the now empty bra into her locker.

This was in the days before sports bras had even been thought of, so Mrs. Goodwin had to wear her bra tight to keep her breasts from bouncing too much. I saw the deep marks on her shoulders from the straps, and I felt sorry. I didn’t like to see anyone suffering. On impulse, I reached up and started to massage her shoulders and neck. The simple act of touching her bare skin made my penis stir in my jeans again.

"Oh, Andrew, oh . . . yes, that feels so good," she said rolling her neck in enjoyment.

I worked my way lower down her back. I started to really massage deeply. I could feel the tension squirt out of her muscles, like toothpaste out of a tube. Joan leaned over so I could reach her entire back.

After several moment she let out a deep, satisfied sigh. "Thank you, Sweetie," Joan said looking back over her shoulder. "You do that very well."

"Thanks, Joan." I was looking at her panty clad bottom. Her briefs were of thin cotton, so there was just a hint of flesh underneath. A very intriguing sight for a fifteen years old boy.

"You’ve had a good look at my back, Andrew. Would you like to look at my front?"

I was dumbfounded! Here was a mature woman inviting me to look at her breasts. Not some furtive peeking at some classmates budding titties, just come on and have a look.

It took me a moment or two to find my voice again. "Yes, Mrs. Goodwin, I would like to look at your front." I did not trust myself to say the word ‘breasts.’

I sidled around the bench until our knees were almost touching. I could not really take my eyes off of my shoes. I was embarrassed and scared that something awful was going to happen.

"Don’t worry dear," Joan said in a reassuring voice. "They won’t hurt you."

With that I looked up. All guys want to have something sophisticated or cool to say at a time like this. "Gee, Mrs. Goodwin, what did you do to make them so beautiful?" is what I blurted out.

She threw her head back and laughed. I had the pleasure of seeing her breasts jiggle as she laughed. My penis was making its presence known by its incessant pulsing.

Mrs. Goodwin smiled at me as she reached out and touched my cheek. "Andrew, that is the sweetest thing anybody as said to me in a long, long time."

"What about Mr. Goodwin?"

Joan sighed again. "He doesn’t look at me all that often anymore." My parents had been divorced since I was five years old, and too young to read the signs, so I didn’t know that intimacy was often an early casualty of marriage.

I now took the time to have a good look at Joan’s breasts. They were full, sort of pear-shaped, and low slung with large pale pink areolas and prominent nipples. She turned a little left and right so I could see them from several different angles. They were very nice. My penis was threatening to burst out of my jeans.

"Have you ever seen a woman’s breasts before?"

"No."I was too absorbed in staring at her breasts to reply with more than monosyllables.

"Not even in a magazine?" Joan asked playfully.

"No . . . Well, maybe once or twice," I admitted.

"Sweetie," Joan said softy, "I want you to touch them."

I must have given her a look of blank surprise because she nodded her head at me and smiled again.

Slowly, in part wanting to savor the moment and part apprehension, I reached out to Joan’s beautiful breasts.

The moment that I first touched Joan was an instant to savor. Her breasts were soft, yet at the same time firm. And they were warm to the touch. Purely out on male instincts I began to gently squeeze and caress them. My efforts were rewarded by the magical feeling of Joan’s nipples becoming erect against the palms to my hands.

Joan moaned softly and put her hands on mine. "Oh Sweetie, that feels wonderful."

All I could do was give a gentle squeeze as an answer.

"Kiss them, Sweetie, kiss them," Joan ordered breathlessly.

Reluctantly I released her breasts, and knelt down between her legs.

I bent slightly to start kissing Joan’s breasts. I resisted the impulse to head straight for the nipple of her right breast. Instead I started my kisses at the base. With tenders kisses I slowly inched my way across and down toward her nipple.

"Oh Andrew," she murmured, "You have the softest lips!"

As I approached the areola, I started kissing around the edge, gradually spiraling closer and closer toward the nipple of her breast.

"Oh Sweetie, you are such a tease!"

When I eventually reached Joan’s nipple, I gave it the lightest kiss, then another a little harder, then finally I took the sweet jewel in my mouth.

Joan started stroking my hair.

"Sweetie, that feels wonderful! Don’t stop. It’s been so long!" She then pulled me close, between her beautiful breasts. She kissed me on the top of my head, then she took my head and with her hands on both sides brought me up to kiss her on the lips. She gave me a very long and tender kiss.

"We have to wait. We can’t let someone catch us here."

I nodded dumbly.

"Can you come to my house, Sweetie?"

I had found my voice again. "Sure, where do you live?"

Joan rattled off an address. It was only about two miles from campus, in the opposite direction from my house. I nodded in agreement. It would not be too far of a bike ride. "I need to call my mom," I said as I stood up.

"Use the phone on my desk." Joan smiled again at me. "Now scoot!" she said playfully.

I had just settled in behind Mrs. Goodwin’s desk when Mrs. Cole came into the office. It was a good thing too: my penis was making a bulge in the front of my jeans.

"What are you doing here?" she snapped.

"Mrs. Goodwin said I could use the phone to call my mom, Mrs. Cole."

"All right," she said, "Just make it quick." She then did something very odd: she smiled at me. "You did an excellent job at the track meet today, young man."

"Thank you, Ma’am." I knew that it was best to be very formal with Mrs. Cole.

"I wanted to beat the pants off of Mr. Hannigan’s class."

"Yes, Ma’am."

With a nod Mrs. Cole headed back toward the locker room.

I picked up the phone and asked the school operator for an outside line. I dialed my mom’s work number.

"Hi Mom."

"Oh hi there. I’m glad you called. I was going to call you. Ray has asked me to go out to dinner and a movie tonight." Ray was my mom’s boyfriend. I was not that fond of him, but that is another story. "You’ll have to find your own dinner."

"Then I guess it’s okay if I go over to Hal’s house then?" I said giving a plausible lie. Hal was my best friend, and I often went over to his house on the way home from school.

"Of course, dear."

"Maybe I can mooch a meal off of Mrs. Taylor."

Mom laughed. Mrs. Taylor, Hal’s mom, had the well deserved reputation of being a really lousy cook. Hal often came over for meals at our house. "Maybe you can, but there is a casserole in the freezer if you’d rather."

"Okay, Mom." I said brightly. "You and Ray have a good time."

"Sure thing. Bye."

"Bye Mom." I said as hung up the phone. It was all set. I knew that Ray would keep Mom out until at least midnight, so I had no time constraints.

I figured that it would take Mrs. Goodwin another fifteen minutes or so to shower and change. I had enough time to go to my locker, get my book bag and then get my bike.

Their plan was to walk the shore after dinner then check into the beach front lodging they had decided would offer them a romantic scene to go along with the erotic play they were going to share.    

The water in the gulf was too chilly to wade deep into but barefoot it provided a refreshing experience as the small waves washed up the beach.  The walk had taken them nearly out of sight of the evening shore lights and left them nearly alone with only the occasional evening jogger or night walker passing by.  As the evening grew darker they made their way up into the sand dunes overlooking the beach and back away from eyesight of any possible passers by.  Long deep passionate kisses soon found them lying on the sand; her hand had found its way into his pants to discover his ever harder growing bone. He exhaled audibly as her hand grasped fully around the stiff shaft, he so loved how she held him as he fully developed into full erect arousal by pumping her hand as if inside her.  He enjoyed her occasional aggressive approach because it gave him reassurance she wanted him as much as he wanted her.  He was always very surprised by how much she enjoyed pleasing him or letting him appreciate her feminine unique nesses. 

His mind snapped to a moment stored in his mind when they had been discussing how much each of them adored the qualities of one another and of the physical and verbal sexual turn-ons that enhanced their sensual ness and made them hard or wet and when he then had jumped off the chair he’d been sitting in while they were talking and instantly put his face between her legs to discover how intoxicating she smelled and how quickly she’d gotten moist just talking about it.  He so enjoyed making her cream.

Laying in the dunes his hand too had found its way into her pants but outside her high cut  panties rubbing the slit of her pussy through the material then moving his hand farther into her pants to cup her entire mound and then began using the palm of his hand to caress the top of her womanhood and his middle finger to moisten the crouch of her panties even more and telling her as they deeply kissed how he liked making her creamy wet and how he wanted to inspect in more detail later, what she was making on his behalf.  The sounds of her soft moans were muffled by the cool night sea breeze and the rushing sounds of the water meeting the shore. His finger moved aside the now very wet crouch of the panty material and slipped his firm long middle finger just into the entrance of her passage.  Teasingly he played with her while humping her hand in his pants gripped around his cock like it was his stiff meat inside of her.  Soon she was pleading with him to go deeper and move more, he new she wanted to cum this way and he enjoyed her telling him how she wanted it to happen and he complied instantly to meet her needs and wants.  Soon he was feeling the contours of her passage changing and her breathing and moaning totally focused on the motions of his finger maneuvering inside of her, touching every arousal point he had become familiar to; touching and rubbing all portions of her tunnel using the natural glide juices she freely offer to aide the lunging  and thrusting, pushing then pulling until in one great instance her breathing came in short rapid gasps and her hips pushed with boxer punch like thrusts into his hand and extended finger deeper inside her wet needful love chamber and with simultaneous cries of pleasure her frame shook and tightened and her pleasure passage consumed the prong of his hand and he could feel the quakes vibrating within her.  She was cumming and he wanted her to cum with wild abandon and expel the screams of erotic fulfillment.  Still he continued to thrust and pull with his hand and finding the right points over and over again she shuttered and moaned and as if on queue at the end of her fall from the peaks of pleasure his mind went numb and both their focus moved  between his legs to the stiff shaft moving within her warm hand rubbing with hip churning lunges and stroking thrusts into her palm his unabashed groans of pleasure began erupting from within his throat and the uncontrolled body jerking explosion of hot jizzing man cum pulsed hard from the end of his stiff gorged member filling her hand and wetting his pants with the slick creamy liquid marking his moments of shear satisfaction and sighs of relieving pleasure.   

The glow of their pleasure though only seen by them, felt as if it were a light house beacon shining out into the night, as they laid together with each others hands still touching and holding what moments before were fire pits of erotic passion that had now burned to a calm intimate expression of shared fulfillment.  Slowly extracting their hands they then snuggled together on the sand looking out over the gulf as the sea washed the shore the stars twinkled in the night and for a long while they were one with each other and one with the world that surrounded them.