He makes her his ideal American woman (pt. 2)

"Hmm, I don't think it worked," Curtis said. He glanced at the screen and saw Abdullah appraising her, as if he forgot all subtlety. For her part, 1980s-Julianna was getting fidgety. She was clearly uncomfortable with his incesent staring.

"No, it didn't. See, I'm calling him out for it now," she said. On the screen, Julianna was saying something to him, to be sure, but fairly calmly. She didn't want to alert his parents, unsure how they would react. "That's when he decided to get right to the heart of the matter." Julianna sighed. "Fuck, I'm actually about to say this... He took away my sexual inhibitions, made me not give as much of a shit about propriety or whateverthefuck." She let her head fall, defeated.

"Don't look so down, this is what you really want," Curtis gloated.

"Well, now it is. Before I wanted to want that, if that makes sense. I wanted to be able to cut loose."

"And you can, now. In fact, don't let me stop you," Curtis said, keeping his eyes on the screen, deliberately ignoring the real life Julianna. On screen, she sat back down, a troubled look on her face. Abdullah looked more nervous than relieved, as if waiting for the other shoe to drop. He kept glancing out of the room. It took Curtis a second to remember that the young man's parents were elsewhere, and the shouting might have alerted them. He whispered, "are the boy's parents too busy fucking to notice anything these two do until they're done?" to himself. He didn't care what rationale they'd have used to be absent and doing it for so long while neglecting a guest. He just wanted to see these two get to it.

"Let me repeat: fuck you. Okay, so at this point I was mostly confused about why I'd been so angry. He was staring at my tits, so what? You've seen how hot they are, and he was a teenage horndog. No way he could resist." Abdullah carefully got up from his seat, glancing at the Stone as if afraid to leave it's protection. He walked over and sat next to Julianna, whispering something.

"He thought he was smooth," Julianna continued. "Like he had to seduce me after that. At that point I'd have fucked most anyone."

"Did you feel guilty about wanting to cheat on your husband?" Curtis asked.

She sighed. "Of course I did. You didn't even need to fucking ask. I was thinking about two things: taking this cute kid's dick, and about how fucked up what I was doing was. Anyway, he made his move here, like a shitty little virgin trying to touch my thigh as if that gave him plausible deniability. It would have been better if he'd have just whipped his cock out." And that was exactly what was happening on screen. He had his hand on her thigh, staring at it like he couldn't believe what he was doing.

"So I made the move," she said. She rolled over onto the kid, pinning him to the floor under her. "God, I couldn't help myself. Look at that, I can't even stop to get my god damn shorts off." She was grinding on him, rubbing his dick with her pussy. Abdullah was petrified under her. "Oh, there we go," she said when the version of her on the screen pulled his dick out. For herself, she just pulled her shorts to the side, slipping the dick into her. It was an okay dick, but from how her body reacted to it penetrating her, Curtis would have thought it was the most incredible thing in the world.

"He's so enthusiastic," Curtis remarked. "He's like a kid with a new toy he's gonna wear out in a day." He looked over and was pleased to see the real Julianna playing with herself. "You keep toys at work so you can have fun throughout the day, right?" he asked. All of a sudden he could hear a buzzing sound.

Julianna ignored him, watching the screen. "Was he done changing me?" she whispered. On the screen, the rutting couple bumped the table and the stone rolled toward them, landing next to him. Her on the screen put her fist against her mouth, biting down to keep quiet. "I wouldn't have cared if his parents came in, here. God, I was like a bitch in heat, I'd have thrown it all away to keep my cunt full," she said almost wistfully. "But here, he made me bigger. First he started with my ass." The boy held the stone between his feet and grabbed at her expanding ass while she rode him. His inexperience was clear, as he wasn't helping at all. She didn't seem to care, using him like the sex toy the real Julianna was having fun with.

Curtis was impressed with her ass. Not only did it expand until her shorts became effectively a thong, but it gained definition. The boy had a thing for muscles, and she could crack a walnut between her cheeks. He couldn't see how the real Julianna changed to match, but he figured he'd get a chance later.

"He didn't stop there. Next were my thighs," she said, watching her legs get buff. "Then my abs," she panted. She had to get close to orgasm, now, only emboldened by her words. "Then my hair, he made it bigger and longer." She felt her mane grow down her back. A wavy lock fell in front of her face. "Then taller! No, taller!" she said, growing. She thrust the vibrator in, hitting exactly the right spot and groaned.

Curtis watched the now-giant come right to the edge. "Will you not cum until he's done changing you?" he asked. She glared over at him with **** in her eyes.

"He made me a fucking Amazon, you son of a bitch. He made me ripped as hell, and made sure my tits and ass kept up." She immediately came, screaming and shaking. Her muscles spasmed and her outstretched leg shoved the desk back. On screen, she was still pounding at the poor kid, slamming him into the floor. He came into her, staring at the buff goddess on top of him.