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Being a lover of Myspace, and chatting online, I accepted a friend request one day. It was from a man who'd also sent a message my way, saying that we had a lot in common from the looks of my profile. So I added him, and that was the beginning of something beautiful. We talked online many times after that, eventually deciding the conversation should be moved to phone calls instead.

But soon the phone calls mainly turned into talking dirty, or moaning to get the others attention, it wasn't long before we decided to have phone sex, but it never seemed to be as good as we assumed the real thing would be. So after all the times of talking on the internet and on the phone, we decided it would be best for both involved if we met in person. This was because we were both starting to like each other very much.

One day, I had saved up enough money to buy a bus ticket for him to come see me. He was to be staying with me in my apartment, and I was really looking forward to it. Finally, the big day came, I picked him up from the bus station, and I suppose he couldn't wait, because on the drive home he had started rubbing my legs and kissing my neck.

Eventually we made it back to my house, put his luggage in the hall closet, and I turned to ask him if he wanted something to eat. But instead, as soon as I turned, I was greeted with him gently taking the back of my head, and pulling my face to him. We kissed for a few minutes, before he slid his tongue into my mouth. I started to breathe heavy, and so did he. I then wrapped my arms around him, digging my nails into his back occasionally.

He pulled me over to my bed and lay me down on it gently, before getting between my legs and rubbing my thighs. I sighed and moaned as he pulled himself up to where I was, and lifted my skirt up all the way, his right hand traveled up my thigh and around to the lips between my hips, and started to rub my clit. I was moaning louder now than I had been. This was pure ecstasy for me, although I enjoyed a good fingering even more. So I took his hand, and slid it further down, to give him the idea. And luckily for me, he was a very smart man. He took his middle finger, and started pushing it in and out of me very fast.

I moaned, and I don't mean quietly either. I was moaning so loud I thought the world could probably hear me. I started unbuttoning his pants, and pulled his nine and a half inch cock out of his boxers. It was the best one I'd ever seen. Sure I'd only seen maybe five in my lifetime, but this one topped them all. I moaned at the mere site of it, and started rubbing it, trying to return the favor he was doing for me. It was then that he started to moan, which in turn made me feel hotter than I had the first time.

A few moments later, he pulled his finger out of me, and slid his cock into me instead. I let out the loudest moan I ever had, and kissed him hard. Then, I pulled him down against me more, occasionally nibbling on his shoulder, and licking his collar bone. After about thirty minutes of his thrusting, kissing my neck at the same time, and the occasional; "Oh Johnny." From me, we could feel ourselves getting ready to cum. Finally I did, and it was the first time in my life that I enjoyed it as much as I did. I moaned loud, and he did too, before laying his head on my chest and digging his nails into my arm. We lay there for a moment, while I licked and nibbled on his ear. Finally we just both fell asleep, only to wake up a few hours later, and do it all over again.