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 Ice Cream

   The power might move to the nerds, but Robert had the first right to it.
He had held it for a few days after the cheerleader show in his Uncle's
classroom before he noticed an opportunity to thoroughly enjoy it.  He was
just out at a public park admittedly searching for a victim, but he didn't
expect to find one.  This girl was wonderful though.  She was so pretty,
heart breakingly pretty.  Her hair was blonde of a dark shade, drawn back
in a girlish ponytail.  Her legs were more than nice.  Her thighs he
couldn't see much of, but her calves, below her skirt, were amazing.  She
had a wonderful overall figure that was not quite modest in proportion.  It
was the kind of body that you didn't notice all at once, but then you
realized that the girl was very well built.  For a moment he almost
considered just asking her out.  Then he had a strong image of her pretty
pretty pretty face trembling and pouting as he used his powers.  Besides
that, he couldn't wait to see what that body looked like naked.

   To top all that off, the thing that really drew his attention the moment
he spotted it, was the ice cream cone she was enjoying so thoroughly.  He
spotted the ice cream guy not far away and rushed over.  His power was
already in effect.  He didn't know for sure if it would work the way he
wanted, but he had to try.  "Hey."

   "What can I get you sir?"

   "Four ice cream cones fast."

   "Whatever you say."

   Robert glanced over at the girl and used the power to keep her from
walking too far away.  if that happened, it would all be over.  "Some
popsicles, too." He got his goodies and walked hastily along to the sexy
young blonde.  "This way," he said and she followed dutifully, though she
didn't know why.  Quickly, with the magic preventing the ice cream from
melting or warming, he made his way along until he found a quiet spot to
take advantage of this beauty.  Without even knowing what the building was,
he used his power to get past the lock on a door that said authorized
personel only.  Inside, he shut the door behind him and his pretty prize.
He had his magic lock it again so that even the proper key wouldn't let
anyone intrude.  He finally made eye contact with the poor girl.  Wonderful
crystal blue eyes.  He grinned like the villain in a melodrama.  "Ice cream
is good on a hot day like this one isn't it?"

   "Who are you?"

   It was an intelligent enough question, but Robert didn't answer it. 
Instead, his leering eyes moved down to the bright pink top she was
wearing, right at the little bit of cleavage that showed.  She followed his
gaze and frowned.  Then, to her amazement, the top three buttons undid
themselves, one by one.  Her wide eyes (beautiful blue!) looked down, then
up again, then back down.  She understood that he was doing this to her, so
she tried to run.  Of course, she couldn't.

   Her skirt undid itself before dropping to a heap at her feet.  "Nice
panties," he told her.  They were very light pink with a tiny pattern of
hearts on them.

   Robert usually liked to take his time stripping his girls, but this time
he was in a hurry to get to his ice cream.  He said, "Take that top off." A
command that she naturally complied with.  As she finished doffing that
shirt, Robert made her step out of her skirt, and there she was, a
fabulous, tight figure in nothing but her underwear.  She looked great, but
Robert clucked his tongue.  "That bra doesn't match.  It'll have to go."

   Her eyes shot open wide, but her hand moved up to her bra strap.  She
slipped one down, and pulled the cup down just far enough to bare one
perfectly pretty nipple.  She was taking fast but deep panic breaths as
Robert took in the sight.  She bared the other side the same way.  Her nips
were perfectly round, neither dark nor light.  Robert wanted to see them
excited, so he had the magic bring arouse them to their height.  Her
breasts looked so good half exposed like that, that Robert changed his
mind. "On second thought, panties off." Her eyes shot open wide.  Then her
panties tore away, baring her sexy little pussy to him.  Her bush was dark,
very sparse at the edges and along her lovely, lovely, very curved, pouting
pussy lips.  Robert was taken aback.  "Oh my." He just stared at her
gorgeous muff as she gave a silent expression at first of pleading, then of
fury.

   He told her, "Oh, cool down.  In fact, I think I'll help you with that."
One of his ice cream cones floated over to her, where she took it in hand,
much to her own surprise.  Robert directed her, "Go ahead, put some on."
The poor girl's eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed in embarrassment as
her own hand gently put the ice cream to her own skin.  She painted a wide
vanilla strip down her neck and across her chest, above her breasts. 
Robert had his big happy grin.  "Your belly now." So she put more of the
ice cream over her lovely abdomen, but only on the left side.  Then she
started running the ice cream on the outside of her right thigh.  "I think
you might want to use that to cover your muff.  Am I right?" In response,
she put the ice cream in the appointed spot and carefully painted over it,
covering her privates as well as she could.  "Good, good.  Now take a
bite," he said.  The lovely blonde closed her eyes and took a slow sensual
lick around the cone.

   "Oh yeah.  Go ahead and drop that one.  Let's do some chocolate now." A
second cone floated to her, which she accepted.  Her head drooped in shame
as she was forced to continue the show.  She removed her bra, letting
Robert see her fabulously firm, pert and pretty mediums.  She trembled a
moment, more out of anger than embarrassment.  She made eye contact
(gorgeous eyes!), then found that she couldn't keep that up.  She glanced
away.  The chocolate ice cream was put to her right nipple, covering it,
then smearing a kind of a spiral outward.  Without taking it away from her
skin, she ran it down between her breasts to her belly where she put some
on the opposite side of the vanilla mess.  Then she mixed them a bit.

   "Wonderful," Robert said as he looked her over.  "I've got to see that
little pussy again though." With that the vanilla mess that protected her
pussy was removed, baring her most precious of privates again as her
shoulders slumped.

   Robert turned his finger in the air.  "Let me see that ass now." She
turned around, letting him see her delectable, delightful, wonderfully
toned and curved butt.  The ice cream cone left her hand, and she was
startled to feel the cold against the small of her back.  Robert had the
chocolate mess spread around randomly on her lovely back before running a
line of it down one butt cheek and then right down the back of that leg.

   She glared at him over her shoulder.  He of course smiled.  "Wonderful.
Turn back around now." He met her beautiful blue eyes, then took in the
sight of her exposed pussy again while she fumed.  "You want that covered
again, don't you?  All right." The chocolate ice cream cone swirled a thick
heavy ice cream mess over her beaver, making a protective mess again.

   Robert took a bite of the next ice cream cone.  "Mmmm.  Strawberry is my
favorite." The pink ice cream moved to her as she cringed.  On its own, the
pink ice cream ran up one arm, then along her shoulder, and up her neck. 
Once there was a big ice cream smudge on her face, it moved away.  Those
gorgeous eyes smoldered with hatred at Robert.  Then her expression was one
of shock as the ice cream splatted into her hair.  From there what little
was left ran down her back as she arched in response to the cold.  There
was just enough left for a thin layer one last place.  Robert said,
"Vanilla looked good.  Chocolate too.  Now I think it's time for a
strawberry pussy." She stared down between her own legs as again the ice
cream mess that was there flew off, baring her beaver again.  Robert
chuckled as her knees came together and her hands flailed to try to cover.
Of course he wouldn't let her.  He enjoyed the sight of her exposed bush.
Then strawberry ice cream splatted on.  There wasn't much left, so it
didn't cover her so much as it just painted her.  Under the layer of pink,
her pussy lips were still very easy to see.

   She shivered, and it was only partly due to the cold of the ice cream.
Robert was grinning from ear to ear.  "Only one ice cream cone left.  I
don't know what flavor it it, but it's blue." He brandished it almost
threateningly before it moved out of his hand.  The unfortunate beauty's
blue eyes stared at it with disgust as it moved to her.  A tiny blot of
blue was dabbed onto the tip of her nose, then just a bit on one cheek,
opposite the strawberry side.  The blue ice cream was blotted onto her one
spot after another, one on her boob, a couple times on her back and side,
down her legs and finally making a sort of blue heart on one lovely butt
cheek.

   Robert had her turn back around and he grimaced.  "No more ice cream.  I
guess we're done." She gave half a smile at that.  Then Robert said as
though remembering, "Oh wait!  I've got some popsicles!" Before using them,
Robert made the chill of the ice cream vanish.  He didn't want her to be
used to the cold.  He wanted to see her reaction when the popsicles touched
her.  Defying the normal laws of physics, he made the popsicles colder than
they already were, but also faster to melt on contact with skin.

   The first one floated to the messy beauty.  He wouldn't let her move
from that spot, but he did give her freedom of movement enough to try to
fend it off.  She did that quite well, even against the popsicle's
insistence.  As that funny little duel took place, a second popsicle snuck
behind her.  When it touched to the small of her back, she yelped
wonderfully.  She spun in place, and this only gave an opening to the first
popsicle.  Again there was that dreadful cold on her back, this time
between her shoulder blades.  The way she moved was wonderful.

   The two floating popsicles backed off, but another pair joined them. 
She made eye contact with Robert again.  He considered that petulant little
stare, but of course, he wasn't about to stop.  The four popsicles attacked
en masse.  They ran over her body, her belly, her legs, her boobs.  She
danced in place pathetically as the cold and the smearing popsicle residue
traced all over her.

   When they backed off she was grateful, but only for a moment.  Then one
popsicle hovered threateningly in front of her.  She mouthed her silent
complaint, "No no no." But even as she tried to resist, her hands pressed
her pretty titties together.  The popsicle flew forward and slipped in
between, encased lovingly in her bosom.  It moved up and down in its
wonderful cradle slowly, the faster, then slow again.  The pretty,
humiliated girl eyed Robert furiously, then with pleading.  Of course
Robert was enjoying this sight far too much to stop.  He kept it up and had
the other three popsicles start up their rubbing all over the rest of her
as her tits kept loving the popsicle in between them.

   When the popsicles were melted about halfway, he let them all drop.  His
lovely girl quivered there, naked except for ice cream and popsicle mess.
Robert told her, "Well, this has really been fun, but I think we're done.
Let's go outside."

   Her eyes shot open wide again.  Surely he wouldn't do that to her!  But
of course he did.  The door opened and Robert strolled out casually.  His
pretty, messy companion followed meekly.  The door shut behind her.  She
tried frantically to open it, but it was locked tight.  She gave a panicked
look over her shoulder.  The magic was done, so she was free.  She begged,
"Please don't leave me like this!  Not out here!"

   "Have fun." He strolled away casually.  After several hopeless seconds,
she scurried away to some nearby bushes, wondering just how in the world to
get to some real cover.