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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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