It's time for Jamie's cum to be used with intent.

"Okay, I don't know where I lost my bracelet..." Jamie mused; she'd had more than enough time to work on the story she'd present to Chris. "How about you look outside, and I check the cubicle I was in?"

"Anything you say, babe," Chris replied, slicking back his hair and showing off his muscular front before setting of to root around in the sand next to the shed.

Jamie meanwhile stepped into the cubicle she'd... shared with her mother and began the critical part of her plan, back facing the half-closed door. Taking off her pareo, she pulled her cock out of her still slightly sticky bikini bottoms and got to work. Wrapping her hand around her already swelling cock, Jamie tugged up and down until she was fully hard, rubbing her thumb along the lower part of the purple helmet. Using her other hand to play with her nipples, the futa felt her arousal mount quickly, cum glands churning to prepare what Jamie needed. Already Jamie could feel pre bubbling along her length, her breathing becoming ragged as the first drop formed on the tip.

"You're not really searching, are you~?" Chris' playful voice cut through the haze of lust clouding Jamie. "Want me to come in, babe?"

"Mmmyeaah..." Jamie moaned, not holding back in the slightest to lure Chris in. "I've got something to... aahmmm, share with you..."

"Oh hell yeah!" Chris exclaimed under his breath, still more than loud enough for Jamie to hear. Subtlety wasn't exactly the guys strength.

As the surfer dude stepped into the cubicle, locking the door behind him, Jamie gathered the big drop of pre with two fingers of her right hand and **** her cock down and against her thigh. Wouldn't do for Chris to see it ahead of time. Turning her head partway towards him, Jamie did her best to give the grinning surfer bedroom eyes.

"I'm sooo wet... wanna taste me?" The futa's heart raced, every beat throbbing in her cock. Who knew she would be able to do something like this? If it went wrong... But Chris didn't disappoint; he practically jumped at the chance. And at Jamie - wrapping his arms around her, he grabbed her tits and roughly kneaded them, his more or less average boner pressing into the futa's buttocks.

"You bet I do," Chris said, opening his mouth expectantly. Jamie didn't waste any time, jamming her fingers into Chris' waiting maw. The surfer was so eager to suck it off that he only realized something was off when it was too late, his hands stopping mid-squeeze.

"What the... fuck, that's tasty! I want more, right now!"

Jamie grinned, fighting the urge to pump her fist into the air. Plan succeeded without a hitch! Now came the fun part.

"Not a problem, 'babe'... I have more riiight here." Jamie did her best to make her voice sound sultry as she turned around, disentangling herself from Chris' arms and sat down on the bench next to her pareo. Chris gasped as her cock was revealed in all its throbbing, veiny glory, pre oozing out of the futa's slit. Taking a half-step back, the surfer seemed to fight the urge to just drop on his knees and get to sucking, but then the smell of Jamie's cock wafted across his nose, and the battle was lost.

"Just to be clear, I... I'm not gay," Chris explained as he fell on his knees, his painfully hard prick threatening to poke a hole in his swimming trunks. "But you're a chick, and it smells so... good..."

With trembling hands, he grabbed Jamie's twitching shaft and began lapping up the pre bubbling from its fat head. The futa groaned and shivered with lust, but this wasn't about getting off. Or rather, it was, but only as a means to an end.

"C'mon, you're a big guy, right?" Jamie teased, intent on pumping Chris' gullet full of cum as soon as possible. But the surfer only stared up at her, mechanically licking up her precum, eyes enormously dilated. He obviously reacted a lot stronger to Jamie's cum than anyone had so far. "Oh god, I'm really messing you up..."

A part of Jamie wanted to stop this, to run away from this situation were she was irrevocably changing someone. Who knew what would happen to Chris when the futa was done with him? Did he really deserve--

"I don't care, babe," Chris finally answered, words slightly slurred already. "Just let me suck you off... I need more of this stuff! And afterwards, maybe we can get that blonde chick to join us. I bet she's a freak! Mmmh...."

No matter what Jamie's cum was doing to Chris, his personality hadn't changed. Yet. So maybe he'd be less insufferable once Jamie had pumped him full of sticky white goo. And in order to do that...

"Let me help you with that then," the futa growled and grabbed Chris carefully tousled hair, pulling him forwards roughly, ramming her cock down his throat. Gagging noises filled the cubicle, interspersed by appreciative moans as spurts of pre hit Chris' throat. But no matter how tight the surfer's gullet felt, Chris had no idea what he was doing, his teeth making far too much contact with Jamie's dick, his tongue was more in the way than it was used skillfully, and he wasn't using his hands at all - except for jerking himself off lazily, Jamie realized. Given her semi-recent climax, this was going to be harder than expected.

"My mom is so much better at this than you..." Jamie groused, prompting a confused sound from the hapless cocksucker between her legs. Standing up, the redhead **** Chris to kneel with his upper body straight up, impaled on her fuckstick as he was. Finally on her feet, Jamie grabbed both sides of Chris' head. The surfer stared up at Jamie dumbly, still swallowing dollop after dollop of pre; or rather, he was staring up at the undersides of the futa's breasts. Precum obviously wasn't enough to do the trick.

"Let's do this the hard way then!"

Before Chris could react, Jamie began pistoning her hips back and forth forcefully, intent on not drawing this out much longer. Muffled groans and half-screams made Chris' mouth vibrate and traveled up Jamie's member. She felt her glans slide deep into the surfer's throat, the tightness unbearable as she relentlessly facefucked him. Chris jaw went slack, offering no resistance to the rapidfire thrusts, and even his teeth didn't brush against the futa's cock as much anymore. All this helped tremendously in building the futa's arousal. Still, her orgasm wouldn't hit yet. Gargling and **** from Chris made her realize that she was on a timer - if she took much longer, Jamie would be able add "Kill a man with her cock" to the list of things she'd never thought she would do.

"Fuck, fuck, use your hands, you asshole!" Jamie hissed, desperately bucking her hips. "Finger me!"

"Glkh... grrgh..." The surfer didn't even manage to lift one hand, his body growing more and more limp. He was barely able to keep himself upright, a blissful grin tugging at his mouth and eyes as a steady stream of pre was dumped into his gullet.

Typical guy move, letting her do all the work! Gritting her teeth, Jamie sped her thrusting up even more. If only she had one hand free to play with her nipples, or her pussy... But she couldn't let go of Chris' head, her hands were the only thing keeping him upright! And if he went any more limp, the futa wouldn't be strong enough to hold him--

"Nffuuuck, yes!" Finally, Jamie crossed the point of no return. Ramming her cock into Chris' throat as deep as it would go, the redhead felt it swell even more, plugging the orifice tightly closed, and then her cum glands spasmed, sending a torrent of cum deep into her... partners belly. Considering that her last orgasm was only a few hours in the past, the volume was astounding. With every spurt, Jamie bucked her hips, making the limp surfer twitch and drool, until finally, the last few dribbles squeezed out of the tip of her dick and she pushed Chris backwards, making him slide off her dick. He fell backwards against the wall, sucking huge gulps of air into his lungs, to weak to even cough.

Jamie dropped onto the bench behind her, abs and legs burning from exertion, cock slowly growing limp. She'd done it. She'd actually done it! She'd filled one of her tormentors with enough jizz to make his belly bulge a little. Although now that it was over, exhaustion taking the place of fury, she couldn't help but worry about the consequences...

(Author's note: Feel free to suggest what happens to the poor (?) guy. I might even do a side branch with Chris' own misadventures.)