She'll be successful at something, alright. With help, of course.

Jamie groaned and shifted where she was sitting on the beach towel as she felt her cock begin to engorge. Afraid she'd flash the beach her growing bulge - and of course somewhat thrilled about the idea - Jamie grabbed her purse and set it down in her lap, the light pressure to the root of her penis not helping very much. Monica, still filming the impromptu modeling lesson and grinning at the reactions of Addie's viewers, threw a glance towards Jamie, did a double take and replaced the grin with a worried look.

"Damn, I should have anticipated that..." The amazon mumbled as Jamie's eyes flicked from Micaela to Addie and back, the blonde's tanned breasts bouncing with her every step as she did a near-perfect model walk down an imaginary runway under the approving eyes of the latina. "Bit much?"

"Mhm!" Jamie squeaked, lips pressed into a thin line as she tried to fight back her rising libido. Her rising cock, though, tenting her onepiece and pressing into her purse, was not going down easily. Or at all. "I... I--she's so... they're..."

"Yup, chat shares that sentiment..." Of course, Jamie's stammering didn't make much sense on its own, but the context made it pretty clear what she was trying to say. "Buuut... Looking at you, I think we need to cancel modeling class for today. I'm sure we can come up with something."

"Mmmh-maybe I just shou-shouldn't go to the be-beach anymore." Flexing her legs so she didn't buck her hips, Jamie thought back to yesterday. "Ee-Everytime I come, I--ugh! Cum!"

"Until we get this under control, it might be a good option..." Monica mused, waving to Addie to get her attention. "But for now... can you stand up?"

"N-not withou-out flashing the whole beach." The purse had a distinct drawback to Jamie's messenger bag - it was considerably smaller, unable to cover the futa's whole crotch. Particularly now that her tumescent cock had slipped out of the onepiece. If only it didn't go so amazingly with the rest of her wardrobe. "Thi-this was a stu--stuupid idea..."

"Maybe, but we need to deal with this now." Motioning for Addie and Micaela to come to an end, Monica then squeezed Jamie's shoulder reassuringly. "But I don't think you should let a little horniness stop you from leading a normal life. Or a lot... But Addie and I found ways to manage. We can help you."

"Thanks!" And Jamie really was, but right now, she needed a different kind of help. The runaway feedback loop of her twin genitals was once again in full effect, making her cock lurch and her pussy twitch. "B-but for nnnh! Now..."

"Yep. And we can't even use the changing--"

"What's wrong, guapa?" Brows creased with worry, Micaela leaned down outside of the view of Monica's phone camera and whispered to Jamie, who's eyes were glued to the mouthwatering amount of cleavage spilling out of the latina's too small bathing suit. The view did not help with the situation downstairs. "It's not..."

"It totally is." Monica was filming Addie now as the blonde began to relay how amazing the impromptu modeling lesson had been, and how thankful she was for her new friends, veering of into anecdotes that had little to do with where she had started. "And it seems she can't even stand up without... you know."

"Damn, guapa... even though I just blew-- uhm, need help? It's kinda my fault, right?"

"Y-yeah, please..."

"Wait. What exactly are you planning to do?" Voice hushed as to not be audible on stream, Monica nonetheless sounded worried.

"Gonna sit on my guapa's lap for a while." As Monica's eyebrows shot up, Micaela turned and sat down between Jamie's legs, the futa's turgid pole sandwiched between the latina's godly asscheeks after she pulled out her purse from between them. "As big as Jamie is, my ass can take her."

"Didn't we decide yesterday that doing this was a stupid idea?!" As Jamie groaned in lust and relief, Monica had trouble keeping focused on the stream.

"Maybe you guys did, I was working yesterday." Micaela began to tilt her hips back and forth, her soft buttcheeks caressing Jamie's aching shaft deliciously. Jamie hugged her girlfriend from behind, laying her head on the latina's shoulder as the futa shivered lustfully. "You just keep filming Addie and let me take care of this. Help my guapa."

Embraced as they were, Jamie and Micaela didn't look all that different to other couples on the beach. But the fact that her bare cock was rubbing against the smooth fabric of the latina's bathing suit, sometimes brushing against smooth, tanned skin, Micaela's body pressing against it, hot in more ways than one... Jamie thought her heart would explode with how fast it beat. Fighting to keep her hips from thrusting and her moans from leaking out, the futa's mind raced. One wrong move, and she'd present her proudly erect shaft to the whole beach - or at least the couple to the left of them, caught up in their own makeout session. Or maybe the family in front of them that was building a sand castle with their children?

And even if no one saw Jamie's cock directly, their movements were quite easy to interpret, as would be the futa's moans and gasps, if she didn't manage to hold them back. Jamie bit her lower lip, harder and harder as her lust rose, almost drawing blood, the futa's length on fire with pleasure. Breathing heavily through her nose, Jamie felt her rock-hard nipples dig into Micaela's back, tingling with arousal as her snatch soaked the beach towel with her juices. She was dimly aware of Monica and Addie continuing the stream, the blonde doing some thing or other to keep the chat entertained, of Micaela murmuring encouragements, but Jamie's heart was so very loud in her ears...

"No, guapa!" Micaela hissed, grabbing Jamie's wrists and pushing her hands down from where they had almost been groping the latina's sizable chest. "We need to be careful, and playing with my tits isn't!"

Jamie whined, hips bucking once before she caught herself. Biting down hard on her lip was all she could do to keep from moaning out loud, but the pain also served to counteract her rising arousal, lengthening this lustful ordeal. And while the futa would have loved nothing more than enjoying this forever, Jamie knew that they had to get this over with as quick as they could. If they got caught... it would be a repeat of when the surfer had humiliated her, would it not?! The thought made her breath hitch in her throat, and not because of lust. Arousal dampened once more, Jamie's hands balled into fists.

But... would it really? Jamie was different now. Hotter. Bigger in more ways than one. She had friends who had her back. She had a girlfriend, who was willing to face the same humiliation just to help the futa. So what if they got caught? It would be embarassing - exciting? - but they would be embarassed together. Tightening her embrace around Micaela, Jamie couldn't help but smile, cock lurching and twitching inbetween the latina's cheeks, pre beginning to soak from the tip. Micaela shivered herself as the hot, sticky fluid covered her tanned skin, behind shaking just a little more vigorously now. But if that was because Micaela's own arousal made her careless or because the latina wanted to get Jamie to cum faster was hard to tell.

"M-Micaela, it's... feels so good..." Keeping her voice down wasn't exactly easy for Jamie, trembling with pleasure as she was.

"Glad to hear, guapa. But you need to hurry up!" Even though her arousal was clear in her own voice, Micaela also sounded **** to finish before getting caught. "I need you to cover my ass in your cum, alright? Shoot your hot jizz all over me! Come on, guapa, cum!"

Micaela knew the futa had a weakness for dirty talk, and Jamie did feel the effects as her cock buzzed with pleasure, tiny little movements from her hips shooting ripples through the latina's ass. Jamie could feel her internal balls churn and swell with jizz, but her last climax was just too recent for her to find quick release. Precum was flowing freely now, making Micaela's asscrack so marvelously slippery, and all Jamie wanted was to push the latina forwards onto her face, pull aside Micaela's bathing suit and plunge her cock inside the latina's squelching pussy...

"Oh hiiii~! Whatcha doooin', baby girl?" Her mothers honeyed voice right next to her ear. The pet name that drove the futa to utmost, mind-bending pleasure... Jamie positively exploded.

"AaaAnhmfgh!" Jamie's rising scream of bliss was muffled by her mother's hand on her mouth, Anne's massive, bikini-clad breasts pressing into her daughter's back. "MMMGH!"

Even Micaela couldn't suppress a soft moan as she felt her lover's sticky spunk cover the back of her onepiece, reaching as high as the latina's neck. The futa twitched and jerked as Anne moved in closer until Jamie was sandwiched between her girlfriend and her mother - and of course her mother's humongous tits. Which only served to prolong her climax, the soft flesh pressing against her back and sides. It felt as if the futa was emptying herself completely, eyes fluttering half-closed as her hips bucked, half-hidden by her mother's expansive, so very soft thighs, more and more thick cum squelching between Jamie's stomach and Micaela's back.

"That's riiight, baby girl... Let it aaaall out for mommy..." Cooing, Anne squeezed her free hand between the other two, rubbing against her daughter's cock and covering her fingers in jizz. "So hot and, like, slimy..."

When the globs of cum finally stopped oozing out, Anne pulled her hand back and began to lick the digits clean, making sure Jamie could hear the wet slurping and smacking. If she hadn't been so totally spent, the futa would have become hard very quickly again. Slumping back against her mother, Jamie felt exhausted, but so very happy and content... And it actually seemed as if no one had caught them. Or cared enough, for that matter.

"Oh, hi, Anne. Glad you could join us." Monica said dryly from where she was still doing her job as camera woman. "Seems like you came just in time for the finale."

"Y'know, I'd, like, have been here for all of it if you meanies hadn't left without us!" 'Us' meant that Emily had also ventured out of the house, for the first time as a horse girl. Jamie turned her head weakly and saw her other mother was sitting in the sand next to the beach towels, a bag with beach supplies hiding the enormous bulge of her balls. "I know Emily and I took, like, our time and stuff, but couldn't you, y'know, at least have told us you were leaving or something?"

"I don't think you guys would have heard us, Anne," Micaela grinned, snuggling back against Jamie, hot cum squelching between their bodies. "You were loud!"

"Uh, duh~! For real, Emily's, like something else! You have to try out her co--"

"Ahem!" Monica's fake cough interrupted Anne before she could say something that could be, well, correctly understood and would get all of them into trouble if someone got too curious. "We're still streaming, guys. If you know what I mean."

"Wait, why'd you, like, stress it like... Oooh! Oh, right, uhm... do you guys want to go, like, swimming until Addie is done with her streamie thing?"