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Lisa and the Ice Cream Girl - 2
by DianeVH (dianevanhoogendijk@gmail.com)
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Lisa's sexy adventure with the poor ice cream girl
continues. (Ff, ped, reluc, mast, exh)
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PART 2: The Adventure Continues...
Standing inside the ice cream girl's living room was
a sobering experience to Lisa, as if she had finally
been awoken from whatever had taken over her mind and
made her act so impulsive and crazy. The minute they
had stepped inside, all confidence and lust had
somehow disappeared, and reality had come crashing
down like a ton of bricks.
Lisa had never considered herself wild or crazy
before, and she'd never broken the law, never done
drugs, never cheated on her taxes, never even
jaywalked. She was a good girl, the most law abiding,
safe, borderline boring person she knew. So where had
this come from? And what was she going to do about it
now? She couldn't keep pacing the floor forever...
She kept returning to wondering just what had made
her act so completely out of character. Maybe it was
the girl's eyes. Those scared, weak eyes that let
everyone knew this person was utterly defenseless and
unable to fight back. It didn't hurt that Lisa found
the girl quite attractive either, of course, but it
was more than that. Lisa had felt convinced, more and
more reassured as the evening progressed, that the
girl was just there for the taking, to do whatever
you liked, free of any consequences for you, and that
helpless thing just had to accept it and surrender
herself completely.
And now she had surrendered to Lisa. It had happened!
It was just a matter of figuring out what to do with
it. The power she had over this other person right
now was intoxicating and scary at the same time.
While Lisa had never ever gone this far before, she'd
still watched girls from afar, even followed them for
a while, but she'd always backed off as soon as she
was at risk of getting caught. She'd dreamt of being
invisible, so she could follow her prey further, all
the way to their bedroom, to watch those beautiful
creatures get dressed in the morning and witness
their day to day routines. But she'd never wanted to
hurt anyone before. In her darkest fantasies maybe
she'd dreamt of having a girl completely at her
mercy, but she'd never admit it to herself, until
now.
Now she was in the living room of someone whose name
she didn't even know and didn't want to know, and
they were both as scared, but for different reasons.
Lisa was desperate to figure out a way to end this.
She'd threatened to kill this woman and groped her,
but there had been no serious offenses yet. I could
be possible to claim the girl was crazy and get away
with it, since there was no evidence, just word
against word, but Lisa didn't want to risk having to
try that strategy out.
The ice cream girl had trouble figuring out what was
going on. She looked at her aggressor with
subservient eyes, not daring to speak. The
frightening woman, apparently in her own world now,
hadn't said a word since they had entered her
apartment. She looked a bit worried, and the girl was
clinging to a desperate hope now that things might
come around for the better. Maybe the woman with the
gun was starting to get cold feet and would leave.
Out in the elevator, the girl had been convinced she
was about to get raped or worse. Knowing the weapon
was still in that purse made her worry. The woman
seemed unpredictable and capable of anything really.
The girl was holding her breath, trying to not even
blink as she fought to make herself as inconspicuous
as possible.
Lisa wondered, studying the girl, if just walking out
the door could still be an option, which wouldn't
entail serious consequences. She was cursing herself
for letting things go this far, and now all she had
come up with was a vague plan to knock the girl out
and hope that trauma-overload would actually cause
the girl to suppress the whole thing once she woke
up. Of course, Lisa wasn't particularly convinced
this would actually work, but just having a plan
helped her to act, and right now acting was more
important than solving the entire problem at once.
This was the difference between her and this girl,
wasn't it? This girl didn't act on anything, and she
wouldn't act on this, either, would she? Once she
woke up alone in her apartment, she would do anything
to forget her horrors, and she would tell no one.
Lisa felt more and more certain. There was something
special about this young, helplessly lonely person,
this born victim, which made you feel safe.
Moving towards the girl, Lisa brought the gun out of
her purse. The girl started crying now, convinced
Lisa was going to murder her. Big tears were
streaming down those pretty cheeks from innocent,
childlike eyes. The little thing started to beg for
her life, pleading for mercy. "Please! Please!
Please!"
Lisa wasn't listening, though. In a quick motion, she
smashed the gun as hard as she could against the
girl's forehead.
This was easier than you would have imagined. There
was a croak from the girl's throat, and then her legs
folded and she tumbled to the floor. Lisa stared down
in disbelief for a second or two, and then she forced
herself back into action.
She checked for a pulse to make sure she hadn't
actually killed the poor creature. Then, Lisa found
herself moving in hesitation to the front door. She
felt overwhelmed with urges to exit herself from the
apartment, to run back home, to bury herself
underneath her pillows and forget this whole
experience. But she also reasoned with herself,
realizing that it was never good to rush things, to
act in panic.
With her hand on the doorknob, she looked back, and
it wasn't until now that she felt it. Her eyes
couldn't move away from the girl, who lay there
knocked out cold. Seeing such an attractive -
irresistible - body in such a defenseless state
filled Lisa with even more intense desire than
before.
She could actually do whatever she wanted to that
body now, and there was a good chance its owner would
never know about it. It was crazy, of course, but
technically it wouldn't really be hurting anyone.
"You're so beautiful," Lisa whispered as she
approached, letting go of all self-control.
This was more than excitement. This was a sexual
frenzy, and it made her pussy sopping wet, aching to
press against something naked. She slowly allowed
herself to run her hand through the girl's hair,
stroking it. Every moment, Lisa's desire grew.
Watching the girl more carefully, Lisa let her hand
slide down till it was almost resting at the breasts.
Up until this moment, she had never actually felt
another woman's breasts, but she had dreamt about
this, the opportunity to explore another woman's body
without discretion. She cupped the breasts with light
fingers through the thin material of the dress and
lace bra. She let out a gasped of excitement from
doing something so forbidden, beyond any limits. Her
pussy kept making warm wetness in her panties.
Both hands were inside the other woman's dress now,
touching the bra. They were such perfect breasts,
like two perfect little globes, warm to touch! Lisa
had to take things further! She reached under the
bra, searching for the nipples, and she panted out
another rush of excitement as she found and started
rubbing the soft little knobs between her index
finger and her thumb, playing till the tissue got
stiff. She wanted nothing more now than to take a
nipple in her mouth and taste it.
Next, she slowly started to pull the hem of the
girl's dress up further and further up, until lacey-
green hipster panties were showing. Lisa quickly
brought out her cellphone from her purse and snapped
a photo of the panties, for later she figured. Slowly
tracing her hand up the girl's panty clad crotch to
the waistband of her panties, Lisa grabbed the undies
and slowly started to reach inside. She was on fire
now! This was the most erotic experience of her life.
No man she'd ever been to had ever been able to make
her feel this good.
She slowly stuck more and more of her hand down the
panties until the palm of her hand was resting on
another girl's pussy lips. The girl had shaved down
there, just today. Maybe she was expecting somebody
else, Lisa thought with a smirk. She carefully
inserted a finger inside the baby-bald pussy.
Everything was tight, enough to fit only one or two
more violating fingers inside, she figured. Maybe
this one was a virgin. The possibility excited Lisa
even further.
She forced another finger inside, taking care not to
do any damage. It was amazing to feel the engulfing
pussy, keeping the fingers warm and wet inside those
soft lips. Lisa wanted to stay like this forever. But
the girl could wake up at any moment, and it was time
to leave.
Lisa pulled her hand out of the panties to taste
someone else's pussy. An excited mouth licked with
care, cleaning, savoring the taste. But she couldn't
leave yet. She wanted something to remember this
erotic experience for later, when she'd lie in bed.
She wanted a souvenir.
Acting fast, she grabbed the waistband of the girl's
panties with both hands and started to pull them down
the girl's legs and off. Lisa wanted to wear them
right away, so she pulled off her own pants and
panties and slid the girl's panties up, pulling them
as high as they could go, until they were straining
against her wet pussy lips. She pulled her pants up
again till they were resting on her hips and her top
covered the panties.
But what was she to do with her own panties? Lisa
didn't much feel like carrying them around, and she
decided that since she'd taken a souvenir it was only
fair she'd leave one for the girl.
A very nasty idea crept into Lisa's mind. With a
smile, she opened the girl's mouth and stuffed her
own now soaking wet panties inside, taking great care
to get as much messy cloth inside the girl's mouth as
possible, without choking her, of course. The image
of the girl with the panties stuffed in her mouth was
something Lisa would carry with her forever. She was
amazed at how sexy she found this moment, and she
quickly snapped a photo for later. Blowing a kiss,
Lisa exited the apartment and started heading home.
Lisa was in a hurry, running now. She felt free and
light as a feather, and she caught herself giggling.
All her worries and trepidation were gone. This was
what it was all about. She felt strong, sexy and
powerful, and she was more turned on than she'd ever
been in her life. Even the slightest touch of her
pussy could probably make her orgasm at this point,
but she wouldn't allow herself that pleasure until
she was home, even as she felt her juices running
down her leg.
The crotch of her new panties had quickly been
soaked. Just wearing the panties of the poor
unfortunate girl was almost enough to make her cum,
almost. It was quiet outside now as she ran back, it
must have been late, 8-9 o'clock maybe, and Lisa had
lost track of time. She had no idea how long she'd
been in the girls apartment. Suddenly she heard a
voice. "Lisa, is that you? Hey it's Michaela, from
yoga."
Damn it thought Lisa, she really just wanted to go
home, crawl under the cover of her bed and just spend
the rest of the evening and night masturbating. But
that would have to wait.
"Oh my god, Michaela hi, I'm good how are you," said
Lisa, trying to sound like she meant it.
"I'm good. It's been too long. I have so much to tell
you - oh my god it's been so crazy - let's go get a
coffee, and I can tell you."
Damn it no, no, no, not now, was all Lisa could
think. She desperately needed to find a way to put
some serious distance between herself and this
annoying bitch. But Lisa's brain was too occupied
replaying the scenes of what had just happened in her
mind to be able to come up with a good excuse.
"Ehm, well. I have this thing."
"Nonsense! Whatever it is it can wait. We have so
much catching up to do, you and me right now!"
Michaela grabbed hold of Lisa's arm and started to
drag her away. Ten minutes later they were sitting in
a nearby bar, having a beer. Lisa was lost in her own
world. She watched the lips at the other end of the
table move, and she nodded every now and then, trying
her best to fake an interest in whatever was being
talked about while the scenes of what had happened
earlier kept replaying over and over in her mind. S
he was so horny, but she couldn't bring herself off
now, not in front of Michaela. She wanted to scream
to the woman to shut the fuck up and let her go home,
or at the very least tell the clueless bitch about
what had been going on earlier that evening.
Lisa looked Michaela over. She was about the same
age, maybe a few years younger, late twenties. She
was a cute brunette with her hair up, and she was
wearing a simple pair of blue skinny jeans and a
matching top. She was nothing special, cute but quite
ordinary, in the eyes of Lisa.
Lisa was dying to tell somebody, anybody, even this
annoying woman, about her experience, but knew deep
down that even if she could get a word in edge wise
there'd be no way she could ever tell her, but maybe
just maybe there was a way she could show her and
allow her to experience it with her, the thought
excited Lisa, the danger that she could either freak
out or get turned on was thrilling rather than
freighting, she had changed tonight she knew that,
this was her new life.
As if to shut the woman up, she stood up without even
thinking about it, pulled her top up to reveal the
panties she had stolen earlier from the ice cream
girl and tugged at the waistband trying to pull the
panties up all the way above her bellybutton.
Michaela finally became quiet and looked at Lisa.
Ooh Lisa? Lisa smiled and stroked her panty covered
belly as she looked down on the confused face of
Michaela.
Yes I'm wearing hipster panties today. She answered
matter-of-factly as if it was the most natural thing
in the world to flash her panties for everyone to
see. "If only they knew where those panties came
from," she thought to herself, it made it even more
exciting to show them off.
No it's just...
You want to get out of here? It was time to interrupt
and take control Lisa felt, keep it casual and who
knows what will happen tonight she figured.
END
This is my first story feedback is much appreciated.
Email: dianevanhoogendijk@gmail.com
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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