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The original was posted on /r/gonewildstories by /u/acorn_sweetleaf on 2025-03-28 14:07:22+00:00.

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So my best friend Louis, like any guy friend suddenly confronted with an impossibly horny female best friend, seemed as if he had no idea what to do next. He watched as my panties made a slow journey over my hips, across the mound of my smooth pussy, down my thighs, and eventually, over my ankles. I dropped them to the floor, resting my naked feet on the couch.

“Fuck…Sarah,” he breathed. “What are you doing?”

I smiled. “You really enjoyed seeing those photos, huh?” I said, my body now completely on display from the waist down. All I would need to do would be to turn ninety degrees and open my legs and my pussy would basically be in his face.

“Yes,” he breathed, his voice stretched and tense. I wondered how desperately he wanted to touch himself right now, and whether I would let him. “I enjoyed them very much…”

I gyrated my hips involuntarily, momentarily giving him a glimpse of my glistening lips as I thrust my pussy upward.

I needed something to grind on.

And yet the moment felt completely surreal; I couldn’t believe I was really doing this, showing my best friend my body, naked from the waist down, my crop top barely containing my huge tits, my nipples hard as fuck, my areola completley visible…

But fuck it. I was horny now. Very horny. I steeled my courage.

“Would you…” I gyrated my hips again, my body seeking attention. Fuck. “Would you like to see the real thing?” I asked.

Louis didn’t answer for the longest time, his eyes glued to the tantalizing sight in front of him—me, his best friend, offering myself to him. To be honest, I couldn’t quite believe what I’d just said either. My entire body trembled slightly, buzzing with nervous energy.

“Sarah…are you serious?” he finally managed to whisper, clearly wrestling internally with how far we’d already crossed the line.

My cheeks burned hot, a mix of embarrassment, shame, and lust. This was Louis. Sweet, nerdy, Louis. My Louis. The guy who’d comforted me through breakups, spent entire weekends binging sci-fi shows, argued with me about video game lore—and yet…

…now I was thinking of spreading my legs for him.

“Completely serious,” I breathed, voice barely audible, deciding I couldn’t wait for his answer, that he might never be bold enough to agree. I slowly shifted my hips toward him, spreading my knees slightly wider, the cool air brushing against my wet, aching pussy. My breath quickened, watching Louis’s face carefully, savoring the fear and excitement on his face.

I opened my legs fully, recreating the shot in the hotel room, only this time my naked feet were either side of him and I could see the outline of his cock pressed firmly against his sweatpants. It was all I could do not to reach out and touch him—stroke him through the fabric, free him, taste him…

“Take it out for me,” I said, surprising myself.

“W-what?”

“Take it out,” I said again, this time more demanding. I didn’t have time to be nice anymore. I needed to see his cock. “Do it. Quickly. It’s only fair.”

Louis didn’t wait any longer, nodding as he pulled down his sweatpants, his movements hurried and desperate, unable to replicate my slow and teasing restraint. His cock sprange free and bounced momentarily in recoil.

Fuck, it was perfect.

Not too big, not too small. A slight curve and unbelievably hard. A drop of precum on the end already.

Wordlessly, watching his cock bounce, my fingers drifted slowly downward, brushing lightly against my clit for the first time. I gasped. His eyes widened as he watched me teasing myself openly for him, clearly desperate to touch himself too. Seeing him so tortured, so utterly captivated by my body, was exhilarating.

“Sarah…this is driving me fucking crazy,” he admitted, voice strained. His gaze darted between my spread thighs and my eyes. "You’re my best friend…”

“That’s exactly why it feels so good,” I interrupted softly. “The fact that we shouldn’t is what making me so wet. God, Louis, I’m dripping right now just because you’re looking at me.”

“I…I can see that," he whispered, his cock visibly twitching as he said it, watching as I pushed my fingers between my lips a little harder, separating my smooth lips a little. I gasped, hips bucking gently, desperate for more contact.

“I can’t stop looking at your cock,” I admitted suddenly. Louis groaned, hips bucking slightly, so polite, so worried about damaging our friendship that he still hadn’t touched it. So considerate. So gentlemanly. So…

Fuck it—I couldn’t stop myself.

In one swift movement, I sat up and leaned forward, sticking my naked ass up in the air and lowing my warm wet mouth to his cock, taking him deep, moving my tongue across the sensitive underside of his shaft. Louis hissed sharply, tangling his fingers through my hair as the movement jostled my tits out of my top, my nipples rubbing pleasurablly against the fabric of the couch.

His cock his the back of my throat and I felt a trickle of my juice roll down my inner thigh.

“God, Sarah,” he groaned, hips thrusting gently, careful yet desperate. “You have no idea how good that feels.”

But he was wrong. I did. I moaned around his cock, lost in the moment, every forbidden boundary forgotten, replaced only by need. His pleasure fueled my own arousal until it felt unbearable, my ass bouncing up and down, riding an invisible cock, desperately needing to be filled.

I pulled my lips from him, a glistening string of saliva stretching briefly between my mouth and his shaft. I looked up at Louis, savoring his expression disbelief.

“Fuck, Sarah,” Louis breathed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “We really shouldn’t…”

“Fuck my tits,” I said.

Louis’ eyes went their widest yet. “W-what?”

“C’mon,” I pleaded. “You must have thought about it. Just a little bit, at least once. I can hardly hide them when they’re this big…”

“I–”

“Louis,” I said firmly. “Fuck. My. Tits.”

He nodded slowly, transfixed as I slowly slid the shoulder of my top down to my elbows, leaning back slightly to give him a perfect view, his face completely captivated as my huge, heavy breasts spilled free of the top, bouncing gently as they settled against my chest. His cock twitched eagerly, glistening with saliva from my mouth just moments ago, throbbing at the sight of my bare, hard nipples aimed directly toward him.

“Oh fuck,” Louis murmured softly, clearly overwhelmed. He instinctively moved closer, eyes still locked onto the swollen curves of my breasts as I cupped them gently, pressing them together, the warm, inviting softness an unmistakable invitation.

“Yes, Louis,” I urged, voice breathy and dripping with anticipation. My heart hammered wildly in my chest. “Don’t you want to feel them around your cock?”

He groaned, shifting forward onto his knees as I reclined further back onto the couch, positioning myself perfectly beneath him. The wrongness, the taboo thrill of this moment burned hot and bright inside me, fueling my arousal. He positioned himself, thighs brushing against my ribs, his cock jutting thick and hard mere inches from my lips.

“Here, let me,” I whispered, leaning forward briefly to let a trail of warm spit drip from my lips onto my chest, sliding down slowly, coating the valley between my tits, making my skin wet and inviting.

Louis shuddered visibly as I pressed my heavy breasts around him, enveloping his shaft. The sensation was immediate and intense; his precum leaked against my collarbone, hot and sticky. I slowly began moving my tits up and down around him, the slickness helping him glide perfectly between them.

“Oh fuck, Sarah,” Louis groaned, clearly overwhelmed by the obscene pleasure. His hips began to thrust instinctively, gently sliding his cock up and down through the lush valley between my tits, each upward stroke nearly reaching my waiting mouth. I angled my head just enough to lick teasingly at the tip every time it emerged, delighting in how perfectly wrong it felt.

The wrongness, the fact that my sweet, reserved, nerdy best friend Louis was currently fucking my tits, his cock brushing against my waiting tongue, drove me absolutely wild. Each thrust sent new pulses of arousal between my thighs, making me ache and drip helplessly.

Louis’s breathing grew heavier, his thrusts faster and more urgent as he lost himself in the moment. “Fuck, Sarah,” he panted, voice shaking. “This feels incredible…I’m not gonna last…”

“Good,” I murmured, looking directly into his eyes, deliberately brushing my tongue over his sensitive head. “Because we have the whole night ahead of us, and after this, you’re going to fuck my tight little pussy…”