Yes!

“Of course I do,” You reply, and immediately go from ogling one busty, sexy lady to another, something which is easy enough to do when Rachel is leaning in over the table that you’re sitting at, her huge tits testing the firmness of the top of her dress, even with the extra button that her mother made her fasten up. If she’d lean in any further, you’re not entirely convinced that it wouldn’t simply rip apart right there and then.

“What were you looking at, John?” Though she smiles warmly at your response, Rachel can’t help but to tease you as she straightens back up again, making you follow with your gaze how her boobs jiggle softly inside her dress.

“Nothing you haven’t looked at already, honey.” You fire back with a warm smile of your own as you get up out of your seat, and make Rachel’s cheeks turn red.

“Was I that obvious?” Rachel asks, while you slip in next to her and wrap one arm round her narrow waist and let your hand rest on her hip.

“Uh-huh,” Looking at how Rachel is wavering back and forth between maintaining her smile and looking mortified, you reach in and plant a soft kiss on her lips.

“Are you ready to have your stud escort you home then?” It’s you who change the subject this time around after the kiss has finished, and your question lights Rachel’s face up in a big, warm smile.

“What, you’re going to walk me all the way back to our place?” Rachel’s comeback is followed by a brief, happy silence as you reflect on the fact that the two of you have already got a home together.

“Just give me a second to slur my voice…” Rachel responds, and leans in closer against you, as if needing your support to remain upright.

“Alright, let’s really try your acting skills,” Chuckling, you start to steer your steps over to where Katie and Amy are busy talking and giggling.

“Crap,” You chuckle again at Rachel’s response when she sees which way you’re heading, but she refrains from pulling your arm or doing anything else to make you change direction.

“Ladies,” you greet Amy and Katie while Rachel turns towards you and lets her tits press into your side, and for a moment you consider the fact that you’ve never been presented with this much boobage all at once, what with three awe-inspiring pair of tits all set to burst out into the open, “I’m escorting Rachel home.”

“Why?” Katie’s the one who responds first, while Amy’s busy looking you and Rachel over with a strange gleam suddenly present in her eyes.

“She’s had a bit too much to drink,” you try to bluff, while Rachel backs you up by murmuring and grinding her body against yours. If it helps convince the two ladies, you’re not sure, but you’re certainly enjoying Rachel’s tits sliding up and down your side.

“Has she?” Cocking an eyebrow, Katie doesn’t look too convinced.

“Sure she has,” Amy chimes in, seeming to have caught on to the same thing as Katie. To be honest, you’re not trying that hard, and neither is Rachel, judging from how she’s yet to make a faux drunk comment about something.

“And she needs her boyfriend to bring her back home,” Amy continues, and now the lie seems pretty exposed.

“Like you said, sis,” Rachel’s voice isn’t slurred at all, and she leans in closer against you, bringing the back of her head into contact with your chest while her tits are once more in danger of popping free of her dress, “I’m a slut.”

Amy’s eyes go wide, and wider still when Rachel follows up on her words by giving your crotch a quick, playful squeeze, while Katie just breaks out into a big, lustful smile.

“I’ll tell your parents you got a bad headache and John walked you home,” Katie offers, over the sound of Amy hyperventilating.

“That’s a much better idea,” Rachel smiles at Katie, and the tension between them seems to have evaporated, “Thanks.”

“As for you, sis,” Turning her attention towards Amy, Rachel slips away from you and instead steps in closer to her, “Happy Birthday!”

The two brunettes meet in a tight embrace initiated by Rachel, while you and Katie stand there, you trying not to ogle them and Katie having no problem doing precisely that.

“So, John,” Katie says after several seconds of the sisters mashing their impressive busts together, “did you tell Rachel about my offer yet?”

“No,” you reply, and offer Katie a thin smile while you meet her gaze.

“What offer?” Rachel asks, and Amy looks pretty curious too as they end their sisterly embrace.

“I’ll tell you about it on the way back,” You promise Rachel, your anxiousness not to allow Amy to become involved in a conversation about her older sister and her boyfriend enjoying a private strip show giving your voice a determined edge which surprises even you.

“Okay…” Rachel looks a little uncertain and glances over at Katie, who just keeps on smiling.

“Should we get going, honey?” Obviously, you want to show Rachel that you’re not mad, so you flash her a warm smile and give her a kiss on the cheek.

Returning your smile and nodding her head, Rachel takes you by the hand and the two of you say goodbye to Katie and Amy, who let you leave without offering any helpful suggestions on what you should do next.

“So,” Rachel picks up the conversation as you walk back at brusque pace through the cool night towards her parents’ place, and the topic hardly surprises you, “what was Katie talking about?”
“Uh,” you hesitate for a moment, “she said she’d love to give us a private show.”

“Huh…” Rachel lets out.

“Via webcam, or in person.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Which is why I snapped at you,” you explain, “I figured that was one conversation your sister should be left out of.”

“Good thinking,” Rachel squeezes your hand a little tighter.

“She was probably just joking,” you suggest.

“I’m not so sure,” Rachel responds, sounding a little absent-minded.

“… Anyway, it’s a lovely night,” Playing it safe, you quickly change the subject.

“Coward!” Rachel exclaims, just as the two of you pass underneath a streetlight, so you can see her amused smile.

“Intelligence shouldn’t be confused with cowardice, honey,” you immediately fire back, and Rachel giggles. She’s still doing so a second or two later, as the two of you step back onto the street where her parents’ house is located. It hasn’t been a very long walk.

“We’re almost there, babe,” Rachel changes the subject again, and you can see her parents house by now.

“Wait a second, Rachel,” Slipping in behind Rachel, you bring her to a halt by placing your hands on her hips, and then leave the left one there while using your right to undo the buttons on the top of her dress, one by one.

“But John…” Rachel purrs, pulling off her attempt to sound all girlish and innocent as you pop loose the bottom button, which is located right underneath her chest, “mum said only slutty women show off their legs and tits at once.”

“You’ve shown off a lot more than that to me, my sexy slut!” You reply, fired up by the naughty smile that Rachel’s face has turned into, and put your right hand back on her hips again so you can pull her towards you and press your stiff dick into her ass.

“John…” Rachel purrs again, this time sounding like a very happy kitten, as your right hand moves around once more, tracing its way round her front until you’re caressing her own erection through the front of her dress.

“We’d better get moving again, honey,” Pressing your dick tighter into her booty, you give your hips a shake that makes Rachel close her eyes and whimper with need as you whisper into her ear, “Or else I’ll just have to assfuck you right here on the sidewalk.”

“Then lets go,” Smiling back at you, you can see her pearly teeth in the moonlight, Rachel grabs hold of your wrist and runs your hand up and down over the bulge between her legs, while your own bulging cock burrows in between her asscheeks.

“Right away?” With your other hand, you fondle Rachel’s boobs through her dress, the neckline of which is now so low that it’s leaving the front of her exposed.

“Right away,” Rachel nods her head, patting the back of it against your shoulder, while your fingers work her poking nipple.

“Okay, let’s go,” You step out from behind Rachel, and its really only her heels that’s keeping you from racing each other to her parents’ front door.

“Good thing I still have a key,” Rachel is soon saying as she rifles through her purse.

“Otherwise, we could just pop round the back,” you joke, and stroke her ass with your hand.

“Fuck!” Crying out, Rachel shoves her bubble butt into your hand and pushes the front door open. In a matter of moments, you’ve both stumbled inside, Rachel’s key ending up tossed onto the floor and the door being kicked close by you as you wrestle Rachel up towards the nearest wall and the two of you proceed to start kissing and fondling each other.

“I’ve been waiting for this for hours,” you groan as you break the lip-lock and clutch hold of Rachel’s dress.

“I’ve been waiting for this ever since we pulled up outside in your car,” Rachel replies, making your cock twitch and you release another groan before you pull the dress up over her head, leaving her clad only in her heels, her skimpy bra and an even skimpier pair of panties that are so severely stretched by her dick that her balls are spilling out of them.

“Upstairs?” You ask, tossing Rachel’s dress over your shoulder.

“Upstairs,” Rachel nods, you kiss, and then you’re off up the stairs, with Rachel leading the way and you positioning yourself far enough behind her that her scantily clad ass is bobbing in front of your face the whole way up.

Unsnapping her bra, Rachel tosses it inside her room and spins round to show off her topless form to you whilst reaching inside and flicking on the lights in her room before ducking inside. By the time you enter it, Rachel’s already on her back in her old bed, lying there with her legs spread wide and bent at the knees, her heeled feet resting on the bed while she’s got one hand on her huge tits and the other between her legs, stroking her cock through the flimsy, triangular front of her panties.

“Fuck, John…” Rachel moans, her voice packed full with love and lust as she watches you dump her dress on the floor and race to get out of your clothes, carelessly throwing one garment after another behind you until you’re down to just your briefs.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” you’re purposely corny as you step up next to the bed and have your form tower over Rachel, who duly moans and reaches for the waistband of her panties.

Once she’s gotten her panties far down enough her thighs that her erect cock and juicing pussy underneath her swollen balls are all exposed, Rachel clamps her legs together and lets you take over, pulling her underwear up and off her heel-clad feet, before they too end up somewhere on the floor.

“This is just the way you want me, isn’t it, my sexy stud?” Rachel purrs as she lowers her legs and spreads them wide enough that one foot bumps into the wall.

“Almost, my gorgeous slut,” you reply with a smile, “Roll round on your hands and knees.”

“John…” Following your instructions almost to the letter, Rachel rolls onto her knees, but digs her huge knockers into the mattress and uses her hands to spread her cheeks, revealing to you the puckered shape of her teeny asshole, “I need you to fuck me…”