[MF] Same Last Name, Who Cares?

October 1st always holds a special place in my heart. It all started with an innocent friend request sent a decade ago:

Like most 20 somethings, I was active on social media. I have a pretty unique last name and so I decided to run a query for people with the same last name. Suddenly, I was met with the unexpected realization that not only did many others share the name, but at least a dozen had my exact same name! Crazy. Anyways while perusing my clansmen and clanswomen I ran across one girl that was an absolute smoke show. She also happened to live
in the same city as me. Naturally I friend requested her.

She accepted and quickly sent me a message – something innocuous like “hey we have the same last name, crazy!” I replied and shared her sentiment, and we had a surprisingly great conversation. With the aid of potential shared ancestors, she became quite comfortable with me, and I with her.

So it wasn’t awkward when she asked to meet in person so she could show me some genealogy research her mom had done years ago to see if I recognized any names. She even offered to pay for dinner and drinks. When I arrived to the restaurant, she was more stunning in the flesh than in the photos. I’m a leg man, and she was wearing shorts that showed off a pair of very athletic, silky smooth legs. I would’ve killed just to feel those inner thighs right then and there, but had to remind myself that she could be a distant relative and how that was off limits for that reason alone.

Our chemistry and conversations were so natural and so entertaining that I hardly realized that 2 drinks had turned into 4, and 4 quickly turned into 7. She showed me a book of newspaper clippings, old family photos, and family trees that all was unrecognizable to me. She told me how her family originated from a different part of the country, and we both quickly realized that our family ties were thin, if not completely non-existent. This happened to be perfect timing, as I could see a natural progression of the looks she would give me turning from friendly curiosity to a more primal and sex-inducing flirty.

“I don’t live far” she said. “Want to come hang?” She grabbed my hand as she took her last drink and walked me towards the door.

Once we got to her place, it didn’t take long for us to engage in a passionate make out session. It was then that I finally reached my goal of feeling up on her smooth legs. My dick became so hard at that moment, I could hardly hold back the load that had been building up all night. We made our way into the bedroom.

Things slowed down initially. I remember laying in the dark, I could barely see the silhouette of her perfect body. “Let’s play truth or dare” she said. Now, I’ve done this routine plenty of times in the past. Ask a couple truths, maybe one innocent dare, and then slowly turn up the sexual heat. Our game followed a similar path.

“Dare” I said on the last occasion.

She inched closer to me in bed and whispered “I dare you to come as close to fucking me without actually fucking me”. I almost blew my load again right then and there.

I was in nothing but my underwear, and she in her bra and panties. I rubbed my throbbing hard cock over her clit as her juices soaked through to my garment, dry fucking her and making out passionately. “Is that as close as you can get?” she asked. I had backed away briefly while she asked, looking directly into her eyes that shined in the darkness. As I pushed my cock through the hole in my boxers, I approached her clit again. I was shocked when I found that there was no panty barrier this time, that she had moved them to the side secretly, and her wetness gently guided my fucking erect penis right into her tight pussy. It felt like heaven. A few gently strokes turned into passionate yet hard humping as our hands explored each other’s bodies. I told her I wasn’t going to last long, that this was so hot and I was ready to come. She threw her legs around me and squeezed tight around my back and said “fucking come inside me”. I obliged and sent screaming shots of cum straight into her tight crevice. But I didn’t stop. I continued fucking the shit out of her now cum soaked pussy until she got hers. I laid there inside of her as we both caught our breath. It was by far the greatest sex I’ve had before or ever since.

That was 10 glorious years ago, on October 1st. You see now why I can never forget that night. And if you thought that was good, wait until you hear about October 3rd…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dc31fx/mf_same_last_name_who_cares