0 comments/ 79559 views/ 24 favorites Melting the Ice Queen By: hotmann Every guy knows a girl like Bianca. Her name says it all, "Rich Bitch." Bianca's daddy was some kind of hot-shot lawyer, so she was never lacking for money. She was also tall, thin, and platinum blonde, a true daughter of her Nordic ancestors. She also had one of the nicest racks I'd ever seen. A D-cup for sure, but the way they defied gravity was amazing. Overall, she was gorgeous, knew it, and thought she was better than the rest of us because of it. Bianca was my then-gf's roommate for a couple of years. They were also best friends during that time. I'll tell you how it ended. It was my friend Dom's fault, really. He and I were out at Happy Hour one Friday night, with Bianca and Katie. Oh yeah, Katie. Katie was a nice girl, but definitely not the best I'd ever had. She was a pixie of a girl, maybe 5'4", with chin length black hair, a decent figure and a pair of C-cups she loved to show off. It was those C-cups that had drawn me to her, really. I'm a breast man, can't you tell? Anyhow, Dom and I were at the bar talking, mostly about other girls in the bar, when he brought up the subject of Bianca. "Man, what's it like with her around the apartment all the time?" "I dunno, it's nothing special really." "Have you ever seen her naked?" "No, why would I?" "I dunno, maybe she forgot her towel or you walked in on her showering. What about in a towel?" "Yeah, she walks back to her room after showering in one all the time." "Aww wow, man. You're so lucky." "Why, you could see more of her now than with the towel." "Still, it's like it's just the towel separating you from those cannons." "Dom, you need a life man." "What about a bra? Ever seen her in just that?" I had to think about that one. "Yeah, she's blow-dried her hair a couple times without a shirt on. And to answer what's probably your next question, I've seen her in a bikini too." "Shit dude, I've seen her in a bikini. And those things don't sag man, it ain't natural. Gravity's supposed to pull harder on heavy things like that. Do you think they're fake?" I laughed at this, since Katie and I had debated the same thing. Yes, my girlfriend and I had talked about her roommate's breasts. It was shaky territory, but as long as I was on the 'fake' side of the debate, it was ok. "Dude, you should try and fuck her." "What? No. I mean, Katie." "Dude, its fucking Bianca. The Ice Queen. The Rich Bitch. She buys and sells guys like us. Its like, revenge or something." "Shut up, Dom. You're getting yourself in trouble." "Whatever man. Oh, hi girls." At that point, Katie and another friend came over to us and the conversation was cut short, but it really got my mind turning. What would it take to fuck Bianca? That night, I slept over at Katie's place (as usual), and lay up thinking what it would take to move to the room next door. Bianca's room adjoined Katie's, and I swear at one point that night I heard moaning in there. But it could have been a dream, who knows. A week later, I had worked out the start of a plan to seduce the blonde bombshell next door. I say the start; because there was no way I was going to be able to plan this completely. My tool: alcohol, of course. I knew that I could drink a lot more than either of the girls, and I was going to put it to use. That Saturday night, operation "Ice Melt" went into effect. Katie and I went out for dinner, and then came back to her place. We found Bianca sitting on the couch, eating a late dinner. "Hey Bianca," I said, and received a silent wave of a fork-filled hand in return. Katie looked at me and rolled her eyes, but I was not to be deterred so easily. "Staying in again?" This received me a glare out of the corner of her blue eyes. I smiled back, not letting her bitchiness vibes penetrate through to my brain. I turned to Katie: "You know, we should stay in tonight. I'm pretty tired already." "But honey, you promised we could go clubbing tonight." Katie was already dressed for a night of dancing, where a shiny pink shirt that tied behind her head, and tight black pants, all of which left little to the imagination, including the "Is she wearing panties?" question. But I didn't let this slow me down. "Yeah I know babe, but I'm tired. Let's just stay around here, ok?" "Fine." I could tell she wasn't happy, but that might actually work for me. "Bianca, you have any plans tonight?" "No, I was hoping for a quiet night in by myself." This time Katie beat me to the punch, "You've been having a lot of those lately. Are you sneaking a guy in when we leave?" "No, I dunno. All the guys here seem to suck lately." "That's why you've got to find a nice one and hang on to him." As the words escaped Katie's mouth, she came over and smothered me. She was always in to mushy stuff like that. "C'mon Bianca, at least have a couple drinks tonight. The weekends are about fun." That's me, apartment Social Chair. "Yeah sure whatever." Bianca had finished dinner, and headed into the kitchen. "Why don't you change babe, and I'll mix up a round." As much as I enjoyed Katie in her 'clubbing' clothes, I knew they weren't comfortable for knocking around the apartment. She's probably come back with a tank top and cotton pants, the female lounging around uniform that Bianca was also outfitted in. As Katie went to change, I followed Bianca into the kitchen. She was cleaning off her plate as I rummaged through the liquor cabinet. The girls enjoyed their booze, so it was pretty well stocked. I was planning on getting Katie really drunk really fast, so I mixed two Long Island Iced Teas. "Anything for you Bianca?" "Umm, a Cosmo would be perfect?" "Yeah... don't know how to make that one, and don't really plan to learn. I do know Sex on the Beach though." This earned me another dirty look, but I scored the points I wanted. "Fine, I'll have what you guys are having." Yup, 3 Long Island's. Always the start of a great night. An hour and half of a chick flick later, I moved into Phase 2 of the plan. "Hey, you girls know you still have that bottle of Tequila in there from Mexico, right. It's never even been opened." "Wow, it's been like a year since we went there," Katie answered. "Yeah, I hope the worms ok." Even Bianca laughed at this, which meant she was definitely tipsy. "C'mon, I'll grab shot glasses, and we'll do shots to this movie." "Baby, why are we doing shots?" Katie was definitely drunk too. She was a 'whiny' drunk. "Because this movie is so boring it's drink more or pass out." Bianca giggled again. "C'mon Bianca, you're in right?" "I... guess so." "Katie?" "Ok I guess..." She kept talking after this, but I was already headed into the kitchen. I grabbed the bottle, 3 shot glasses, some limes, and a salt shaker. "Hey, you girls want to do body shots?" "Uhh, yeah," Bianca answered. "I don't drink tequila straight." "Ok, let me cut up the lime." I sliced and diced the lime in record time, poured three shots, and we did our first shot 'To friendship.' For those of you uncultured barbarians who've never partaken in a body shot, I'll break it down: Necessary equipment: Salt shaker, slice of lime, shot of tequila. Lick spot on your body (or someone else's if you're lucky). Shake small amount of salt onto the wet spot, the salt should stick. Lick the salt, do the shot, suck the lime. Refill and repeat. Hours of fun for the entire family. So after 2 or 3 shots, the girls were all feeling it, and I wasn't. I'd switched to giving myself half shots, and since my tolerance was probably twice that of the girls, I was only one-quarter as drunk. Ok, time for phase 3. As we went to do the next shot, instead of licking my own wrist, I licked Katie's shoulder. She giggled, and Bianca rolled her eyes. "Aww c'mon Katie, have some fun. Here." I lifted my shirt, exposing my stomach, and pointed. Katie giggled again, then licked my stomach, and poured the salt on. Bianca was shaking her head, but I could see that she was interested in how this was going to work. "I called the shot 'To oral sex', and let Katie lick my stomach first before licking her shoulder and doing my shot. I immediately started pouring the next shot. "Ok Bianca, your turn. Where do you want it?" I pointed to my stomach, Katie's shoulder, Katie's breast, and my crotch. The last one earned me an angry stare, but she slid over, and licked my stomach. Before she could pour the salt on though, I spoke: "Wait, you girls should do one off of each other. Like, on your chests. That would be hot." Katie shrugged, and looked at Bianca, who seemed on the fence. "C'mon Bianca, don't tell me you've never done a shot off another girl before." This tweaked her courage, and she slid over next to Katie, and licked her chest. Licked a lot lower than I expected her too. In fact, I think if I had to map it out exactly, I'd say she licked Katie's right breast. Katie wasn't as daring, and her spot was closer to Bianca's collarbone than chest, but it was still hot. Not wanting to feel left out, I moved to Katie's other side, and licked the other side of Katie's chest, which was now a little flushed from the attention. "Ready?" The girls nodded assent. "To big, beautiful breasts." With that, I leaned down and licked Katie's chest. Bianca did the same, and our heads were so close I could smell the tequila on her breath. Katie shuddered as our tongues ran over her chest at the same time. I knew Katie had a very sensitive chest, so this probably had her dampening her panties. "Katie, you forgot your shot." Bianca looked a little pissed to still have salt still on her chest. "Oh yeah, I, um." "Don't worry, I'll do one too." I leaned across Katie and licked Bianca's chest, basically between her tits, and poured a little salt on. "Ready? Call it Bianca." "I don't know any." "You don't know any shot toasts?" I played incredulous. Bianca shook her head no. "Ok, how about, To Body Shots?" With that, Katie and I both dove in to Bianca's chest. And wouldn't you know it, it took a few licks to get all of the salt. After I did the shot and sucked the lime, Bianca spoke: "You know, that's the most action I've had in weeks." "Aww Bianca, you're gorgeous, you could get any guy you wanted." Katie tried to cheer her up. "Yeah, any guy I'm sure." I looked Bianca in the eye as I said it, hoping she caught my meaning. "Yes, but all the guys I date are such children. They're so inexperienced." "I think its cuz you've played with yourself so much, you're not used to a man's rough touch." Yup, that was my girlfriend when she was drunk, unafraid to say anything. Bianca turned tomato at that comment, and I couldn't help but chuckle a little. "C'mon baby, you know we hear her every night, moaning and buzzing." "Katie, I don't think Bianca wants us talking about her masturbatory habits. C'mon, let's do another shot." Katie got up at that. "No-no, no more for me. I'm going to bed." She leaned over and kissed me, then whispered in my ear, loud enough that Bianca could hear, "Come fuck me later." With that, she shuffled out, leaving the Ice Queen and me alone together. "So, another shot?" Bianca shrugged. "C'mon, I still owe you one off my stomach." Bianca's eyes flitted to my bare stomach, and that seemed to convince her. I lay back on the couch, so she could get a better angle as she licked and salted again. "Ok, but where am I doing mine?" Another shrug, then, meeting my eyes, she lifted her shirt a little: "Here?" I nodded ok, and as she sat down to let me, I held her up. "Do yours, then I'll do mine, ok?" Bianca seemed nervous to let me touch her stomach, so she nodded and sat back down. I lay back again, and she leaned down over my stomach. She seemed to sniff in my scent before licking the salt of my stomach, and doing her shot. She was still sucking on the lime when I said "Ok, my turn." I got up, and she lay on the couch, her blonde hair framing her face and her long arms up over her head. She was tall, so her feet hung off the front and were almost on the floor. Her chest was heaving, and she had a look of nervous innocence on her face. I knelt down next to her, and since she didn't move her arms, slowly began to lift her shirt. Her pants had drooped a little, so I could already see she was wearing a very nice red thong. As I lifted, I wanted to see how high she would let me go, so I slowly kept pulling the shirt up towards her shoulders. Her eyes never left my hands, and as my hands slowly moved over her stomach, I could see her ample chest heaving a little. Her stomach was beautiful, just enough fat on it to hide a six pack, but I could feel how firm it was. Her skin was milky white, as I knew it would be by her pale complexion, but altogether, she was gorgeous. As my hands reached the bottom of her breasts, where her bra should be, I heard her gasp, and looked up at her face. She nodded once, and I took this as my signal to stop. I moved my hands back down her stomach, to the edges of her pants. Her chest was heaving any more now, and I could see a touch of color across her face, hopefully from excitement. I rubbed her stomach a little with my hand, as I leaned down, and licked a circle around her belly button. Her stomach quivered as my tongue ran slowly over it, and I heard her stifle a moan. After two or three revolutions, I felt her stomach was adequately wetted, so I pulled back, and looked at Bianca's face. Her face was now very flushed, and she was breathing heavily. In addition, her nipples were now attempting to poke through her thin shirt. I smiled at her, and she smiled back. I grabbed the salt shaker, sprinkled some on, and without warning, dived back in. This time, she couldn't stifle the moan, and moaned loudly. Loudly enough that I was worried Katie would wake up, but that didn't stop me. I licked around her belly button again, and then, stuck my tongue in, to get the few grains that had dribbled in there. I heard Bianca moan again, and decided that I probably would never get to the tequila. "I-I need it." Her speech caught me off-guard, so I lifted off her stomach and looked at her, a confused look on my face. "I-I need you...tonight..." I smiled at her, and nodded my agreement. She smiled back, but I could tell she was hornier than a herd of cattle. I went back to kissing her stomach, and watched her hand slowly move down to her own crotch, and start massaging her inner thighs. Hoping to watch her do what I had heard her do often, I headed north, kissing my way up her stomach. I reached the point where her shirt and been crumpled up to, and kissed along the edge. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her hand running along the edge of her panties, snaking back and forth. My hand pushed her shirt upward again, and my mouth followed, kissing up the valley between the mountains as I exposed their milky peaks. Her breasts were flattened by the fact she was lying on her back, and I couldn't see any scars that would have given her away, but I was still on the fence whether she'd had 'help' in that area. When her shirt reached her shoulders, I stopped, and then started to kiss back down, moving slowly over on to her left breast. Savoring the moment, I ran my tongue in ever smaller circles, until I reached the nipple. I sucked on the little teat, which now stuck up like a small pinky topping her heaving chest. I heard a muffled "Mmpph", and saw that not only was Bianca biting her lip to prevent screams, she also had her hand inside her own panties, and appeared to be playing with her little bud. As a self-respecting male, I couldn't have her doing all the work herself. I grabbed her wrist lightly and pulled her hand out. Bianca looked a little mystified at that, until I wrapped her hand over mine as a guide, and pushed both of our hands back in. She could now control my hand as it worked her hot spots. And hot spots they were. As soon as my hand was 'South of the Border,' two things immediately became apparent: Bianca shaved her goodies, and those same goodies were soaked as if sprayed with a firehose. She immediately placed my fingers on her clit, and showed me the way to rub her right, which I did with vigor. My mouth was still attached to her nipple, and I could tell she was grooving from the stifled moans that came from her mouth. I bit her nipple lightly, and she groaned "Oh yes, that's it", so I bit it again, and held on a little. Her hips and chest were both thrusting now, and it was a bit like riding a bronco trying to keep both my hand and mouth attached. Just as I thought I was going to lose control of one or the other, her legs clamped around my hand, and she let out a giant "Ohh Yeahh.." With that, she fell limp, and looked at me, a bead of sweat running down her face. "Thank you, I needed that so much." "Who said we were finished?" I said, and rubbed her stomach with my juices-covered hand. "Please fuck me" she answered, and I needed no encouragement. I stood up, and started to undo my pants. She knocked my hands out of the way, and did it for me, her hands running down my legs as she pushed my pants down and my cock popped out. I did my shirt myself, and in a flash, I was naked except for my socks, and her lips were running up and down my cock. She never took me in though, and instead stood up, and put her arms straight up in the air. I took the hint, and pulled her shirt up and off. I then pulled down on her pants, exposing those red panties, which turned out to be a thong. I knelt down in front of her, and as I pulled down the thong, I kissed behind it. I've never said this about any girl before or since, but she had a beautiful pussy. Her previous climax had left her with a thin sheen, and her shaved pussy looked absolutely edible, so I decided to try it. I pushed her back onto the couch, spreading her legs in the process. My mouth immediately locked onto her pussy, and my tongue ran up and down her lips. They already tasted like her juices, which were absolutely fantastic. I chowed on her now, like a starving man, her hands pressing on my shoulders. I slipped a finger into her as well now, my tongue spiraling around her clit, driving her nuts. Her hips were thrusting in and out, so I clamped my hands on her tight little ass, and held it into my face. I could hear her trying not to scream, and kept at it, seeing how far she would go before she came again. I didn't have to wait long, because soon, I could feel her writhing become less rhythmic, and finally, she froze, and I could feel her pussy suddenly become very warm. After a shudder or two, she relaxed, her legs releasing the clamphold they had had on my head. I came up and looked at her, my face covered in her juices. She was still biting my lip, which gave her a very appealing 'little girl' look. "Please fuck me. I need your cock in me." Apparently I had really driven the Ice Queen to her limit, and she needed a man in her or she was going to blow. Victory was mine. I pulled her hips to the edge of the couch, and kneeling, led my cock to the edge of her well-oiled love tunnel. As I did, she leaned into my shoulder, and as I penetrated her forbidden zone, I could feel her moan into my chest. I quickly got up to speed, slamming into her as she cried out into my shoulder. But I couldn't quite get the angle I wanted, so I pulled out suddenly and whispered to her. "Stand up and bend over the couch." She was so hungry for cock right now that she silently obeyed, her milky white ass sticking up. I entered her from behind, sinking in until I felt my balls touch her clit. I moved in and out once or twice more to fully lube up, then grabbed her hips and really went to town. Melting The Ice Queen Ever since we first met, she had been a bit cool and aloof; no, make that cold. Her daughter Debbie and I had dated for close to a year before getting married. I was 21 years of age, she was 24; second marriage for her, first for me. Maybe the old bitch never liked the fact that I wasn't a doctor or lawyer, or some highly paid professional. Nope, I was just a regular guy working in the retail clothing business. But I made a decent living and between my earnings and Debbie's income as a hair dresser, we lived comfortably. In fact, with a few wise, early investments, and several promotions at work, we managed to raise our two kids, put them through college, and send them both out into the world with a good start. Now, in our early 40's, we were living comfortably in a spacious new home in south Florida with a separate, but connected casita, or mother suite. I had planned on using this room for my hobby room. I collect and restore musical equipment. That plan worked beautifully until my mother in law, age 67, came to live with us. Her husband had died seven years ago of cancer, and she lived alone up north until recently when her health started to become an issue. Debbie, an only child, thought it would be best if her mother moved in with us so she could help care for her. Even though Edith, her mother, and I were never close, I knew she was right. And, after some initial, bitching about her cold, miserable, mother, I agreed. She hadn't been given the nickname "Ice Queen" for nothing, and Debbie knew it. We would often kid about the attitude I received from her mother over the years. Nobody really understood it. The lady was just cold! Edith and I got along well enough; we just weren't chummy. Her late husband and I, on the other hand, shared a lot of good times and cold beer as Debbie and I often took them on vacation with our family. On the other hand, Edith and I had very few conversations, and when we did it always brief. We pretty much kept to ourselves. In all the years we had shared as family, we never had any close personal contact. We would exchange an occasional peck on the cheek at Christmas or some other holiday, very cold, or a hug that appeared to come from across the room, like I had some disease she didn't want to catch! But, all in all, the new living arrangement was pretty easy to deal with. Edith would help clean up the main house and also cooked most of the meals so she was a big help to Debbie. She would occasionally sit and watch TV with us for a while in the evening, then retire to her suite for the night. This pattern played out on a regular basis for over a year before a major change took place. One Saturday morning, Edith had come in to the main house walking like a zombie. She could barely move her upper body. Apparently, she had slept in an awkward position and the result was a terribly stiff neck. I was immersed in a bowl of cereal and the newspaper so I hardly noticed, but between Debbie and her mother going on about it, I was finally dragged into the scene. Debbie had a full day scheduled at the parlor and suggested that her mother try soaking in a hot bath and using a heating pad on her neck to alleviate the pain. "And if you ask nicely" she quipped, "maybe Michael will massage your neck for you. He has such wonderful hands;" she offered, giving me a wink and a smile, knowing that her mother would rather have a root canal than have me actually get anywhere near her. When breakfast was finished, everyone headed to their respective tasks. Debbie left for work, I had the day off and was refinishing an old saxophone in a spare bedroom that I converted after Edith's arrival, and "Ma" as I occasionally called her was in her suite soaking her aching neck. At around 11:00, I walked into the kitchen to get a cold beer and thought about taking a dip in the pool to cool down a bit. Edith had come in shortly before to brew another cup of tea. She was still moving very gingerly. The bath and heating pad had obviously not been very effective. Trying to be polite, I asked her if there was anything I could do to help. "Maybe if you rubbed some ointment into your neck it just might bring you some relief. I'd be glad to get some for you. In fact I'll even rub it in for you if you like?" I asked thinking there was no way she would accept. To my utter surprise she paused, looked at me and said; "you know Michael that might be a big help. I have some of that icy hot muscle rub in my room. Are you sure you won't mind putting some on my neck for me? I don't think I can stand this pain any longer." I assured her that at the very least; it wouldn't get any worse and said "I'll meet you there in a couple of minutes" as I finished my drink and started cleaning up in the kitchen. She slowly shuffled off to her room, tea in hand. When I walked over to her suite several minutes later, she greeted me at the door and ushered me in. She turned and made her way to a padded arm chair, sat, sipped her tea and looked absolutely miserable. The jar of muscle ointment was on a small table at her side. I walked around behind her and asked if she was ready to get started. She said "yes, but please go easy, I'm afraid you'll hurt me." "Nonsense" I said. "I'll be as gentle as a kitten and if it hurts too much just say the word and I'll just stop." Although, the thought of wringing her neck as opposed to massaging it did briefly enter my mind. I told her to; "just try to relax as much as possible and let me know if it becomes too uncomfortable." I slowly started to work the ointment into her neck. She sat stiffly in that chair and cried out a bit as the pain shot through her. I noticed the knots in the muscles there and kept telling her to try and relax as it would greatly help with her pain if she weren't so tense. I gradually worked my way down between her shoulders and was working on the area there but with some difficulty as her ever present cotton house dress was restricting my movement. She finally said "You know Michael that really does feel better already. I appreciate you for doing this for me." "No problem ma," I'm here to help" I said as I moved away to wipe my hands, thinking I was finished. "Michael, would you mind terribly if I asked you to continue for another minute or two?" "Sure, not a problem" I replied. So I started back in where I left off. "Ma," I said after a couple of minutes, "if you unfasten a couple of those top buttons, I can get between your shoulders without getting this ointment all over your gown. You seem to have a great deal of tension built up in that area." She hesitated before asking; "do you really think so?" "It's up to you Edith, I can stop now if you like" I calmly replied. And with that she reached up to unbutton the top two buttons and then slid the gown barely off her shoulders allowing me a little better access to her neck and shoulders. I took the liberty to slide her bra straps down and off of her shoulders and she immediately started to protest. "You don't want this greasy stuff all over your clothing now do you?" I asked. "No, I guess it's alright" she replied, and I just kept repeating softly for her to relax while I continued with my massage. After a minute or two she to start to loosen up a bit more and as she did, she slumped forward slightly in her chair making it easier for me to get at the area between her shoulder blades. As a side effect, I was now being treated with a view down the front of her gown. Keep in mind, this was no beauty queen here, she is a small, 5' 100lb 68 year old gray haired woman who looks every bit of it; and she was my mother to boot. The Ice Queen! That being said, the tops of her smallish, sagging breasts and cleavage were in plain site and I couldn't help staring at the soft white, blue veined globes almost to their nippled tips. I actually started to feel myself getting a little turned on! "Michael," she said, snapping me out of my momentary trance, "this really does seem to be helping. I can't thank you enough for doing this for me." And with that, she started to relax more and more. I even thought I heard her purr slightly as the pain and tension left her neck and shoulders. All the while I kept telling her to breathe easily and relax. "Try picturing yourself laying out by the pool with the warm sun washing over you. Just let it soak in." As she became more relaxed, I moved my massage slightly lower and began to work on the area just under her shoulder blades. This met with her obvious approval because she just slumped forward even farther to allow me better access. Not long afterwards, she turned to look at me and asked; "Michael, would it be better if I was lying down?" "Well, yeah, it might make it easier for me and more comfortable for you" I said. "Would you like to lie down on your bed?". "Let's try the floor, I don't want to mess the linens on the bed. Why don't we get a towel to lie on?" she asked. That figures I thought to myself. Let's not make this too easy on me or my back. "Why don't you get yourself situated while I get some massage oil to mix in with this ointment? It will help eliminate some of the friction and it smells a whole lot nicer" I stated as I left to get Debbie's massage oil. When I returned she was lying face down on the carpet with her gown off of her shoulders bunched up in the middle of her back. As I started back in using the oil and muscle rub mixture, she remarked "oh, now that really does feel nice, and it smells so pleasant." I actually think she was starting to like this. After a short while I told her I was going to have to unfasten her bra if she wanted me to continue as it was getting in the way. She was a bit unsure and hesitated for a moment in protest, but eventually agreed, and with that I unhooked the two clips keeping her bra together and of course couldn't help getting a peek at the tag, 32b. I then slid her gown farther down until it was gathered at her waist. I was now kneeling up by her head and massaging from her neck to just above her waist and back and in doing so would occasionally come in contact with the soft sides of her breasts as I moved up and down her torso. She never moved her arms to cover them and never said a word. I could feel her tension melting away as the massage went on and she continued to make soft sighing sounds. "Well Edith, I think that should do it", I said after about 5 minutes of her quiet mewing. "Michael, this is divine. I guess I didn't realize how tense I was" she said softly. Please, continue for just a little longer won't you?" "Are you sure Ma? I mean... I don't mind" I said. "You really are quite tight. Maybe you should look into hiring a masseuse?" I joked as I started in again. I occasionally slid my hands down her lower back, beyond her waist, and just under her panty band, and onto the tops of her buttocks. She tensed up at first, but after several passes began to relax and I continued to move my hands a little farther down her ass, sliding her gown and panties farther down with each motion until I could just make out the top of her ass crack. In some strange way, I was enjoying this almost as much as she was! I moved around to straddle her legs and continued to rub the oil into her back and the tops of her buttocks. She just kept purring and finally said, "Michael, I can't believe how nice this feels. Would you be a dear and do the back of my right leg too? My sciatica has been bothering me and maybe it will help." "Sure ma, if you like." So I slid her house dress up her legs and bunched it all at the base of her ass just below her panty line. I slowly started to apply the oil from her ankle to her calve and eventually up her thigh toward her covered bottom. I continued to rub the oil into her leg, her back, and eventually moved to both legs. She just kept sighing and commenting how nice it felt. I started to concentrate on her thighs and as my hands slid down the outside of her legs and then up the back and inside, I could feel her try to part them enough to allow me to work more freely. I then moved to allow her to separate her legs with my knees now between them for greater access. She complied without hesitation. I was now free to run my oily hands all the way inside her soft white, dimpled thighs almost to her panties and was starting to detect what I was sure was the scent of female arousal. When my fingers accidently brushed the gusset of her panties on one of my upward passes, she tensed up and drove her pelvis into the carpet as a way of recoiling from the touch but then gradually relaxed. Noticing her reaction I "accidentally" repeated this motion a couple more times and she kept mewing and bucking into the carpet as I lightly brushed her pussy through her panties with my thumbs and finger tips. Eventually, as I approached her pussy, she appeared to reach out for them instead of recoiling away, almost encouraging me to go further. I got bolder with each stroke until I finally placed the thumbs of both hands directly on her gusset at the juncture of her thighs, and felt for the first time the soft, tender flesh of her moistening pussy lips beneath. "Michael, how could you. You shouldn't be touching me there" she said hoarsely with her head buried in the carpet, but she did nothing to attempt to stop me. In fact, as I continued to stroke her softness through the nylon material of her panties, she pushed back at me and spread her legs even more to allow me better access. I continued to rub along the outside of her moistening slit and could now definitely smell her arousal and could make out some dampness in the center of the gusset of her panties. This surprised me a little as I thought the old bag was as dry as she was cold. Slowly, she began raising her ass to me, as if offering me more and more of her neglected body. "Holy shit" I thought. Here was this tiny, tightly wound, wrinkled old pain in my ass mother with her butt waving in the air while my fingers rubbed and toyed with her most private parts and she was loving every minute of it. And, so was I! My cock had been hardening for some time now and as I kept up the massage on my mother in law it was nearly poking out of the leg of my shorts. When I reached up and grabbed her panties and started to pull them off of her, she turned to me and said "Michael, what are doing? You can't see me like this." "I know Edith," I said. "But these are just getting in the way. If you want me to, I'll quit. Just say the word." Somehow I knew she wouldn't. Instead, she laid her head back down and moaned softly as my hands slid those white nylon panties down her ass and off her legs. I was now free to caress her bare ass and down her hips then back up her thighs to that warm, soft, hair lined slit between them. As I continued my fondling, my demure mother gradually pulled her knees up under her and was now offering me a totally unobstructed view and complete accesses to her most treasured place. Having never seen my mother-in-law naked, I was a bit surprised to see her pussy looking so good. The outer lips were full and covered with graying hair that thinned out and trailed away as it led to her puckered star; the inner lips soft, pink, and to my surprise, quite moist. She was now rocking along with my manipulations and getting quite aroused. Even the hair surrounding her glistening slit was getting soaked. From time to time she would murmur to me "Michael, you shouldn't be doing that.... we shouldn't be like this,... but ohhh.... god, it feels..... so... good." This was way beyond being a little to weird to me and I was starting to feel that I had gone way too far when I finally said "Edith, I think maybe we should wrap this up, don't you?" "Please Michael, no,... not yet,... not yet" she panted, pleading with me to continue. It wasn't much longer before her moans got more pronounced and then she said to me with her voice now shaking, "please Michael, please go inside me, I need to feel you inside me." At this point, my fingers had not penetrated her. I had only rubbed my oiled hands along her hairy, glistening slit. "Edith, are you sure about this?" And as I started to push my thumb inside her withered but slobbering cunt, she turned to look directly into my eyes. "I want "you" inside me Michael," she practically pleaded. "Please, it's been so long. I need this so badly." "What about Debbie?" I asked. She narrowed her eyes and glared into mine as she spat out her reply. "Debbie can never know of this, she must never know! Just please Michael, please" she pleaded as her eyes and face softened a bit. And, as I slid my shorts down and my aching cock sprang free, her eyes widened at the sight of it; hard and vein covered. Now I wasn't hung like a horse, nor as thick as a beer can, but I was a full eight inches when aroused and I was definitely aroused. She gasped for a moment, eyes widened, and then she turned to bury her head back in the carpet and await the fucking she so badly needed. Sliding into her was like putting a hot knife to butter. I slowly, gradually, poured myself all the way inside her and had my midsection plastered to her soft dimpled ass cheeks, just holding it there to give her time to adjust and me time to relish being buried to the hilt in this miserable old woman. She just kept muttering "please,... please," over and over again. When I finally started rocking slowly in and out of her, she didn't move much, but eventually got into a rhythm and kept right up with me and even started giving back. Damn, she was tight as hell and her old pussy felt like liquid velvet. I could not believe that I was actually fucking "the Ice Queen." This was too wild! After about five minutes of slow, steady strokes I said "Damn Edith, this feels so good." I'm not sure I'm going to be able to hold off very long." "Oh God" she moaned, "it's been so long. You're so hard Michael, so good, ohh... so... good. Ohh,... mmmm....oohh." A few more minutes of long, gentle strokes and I told her "Edith I'm going to come soon" as I watched my slickened cock slide in and out of her clutching old snatch. This was unbelievable in so many ways but the feeling was too intense to last. "Ohhh,.. please Michael, give it to me.... give... it... to... me" she panted in time with my intensifying thrusts into her." I leaned over her while pumping my shaft deeply in and out of her scalding pussy, my balls slapping against her hairy mound and glistening clit. Looking down, I saw her hanging, wrinkled tits swaying back and forth with our motion, and searching for them, I cupped them in my hands and began to pinch and pull on her hardening nipples as they rolled between my fingers. And then she started; "Ahhh,.. yes,.. oh.. my.. god,... ohh,.. ahhh,.. ugh, ..I'm,... I'mm,... ohhhhhhh... sweet... Jesus....Michael.... yessssssssss....... AHGGHHHHH!!!" With that she came with a violent shudder, her frail body spasming and twisting on my cock for a solid minute as I watched it slide in and out of her, gathering a ring of frothy pussy juice around the base. And then I was right behind her, pumping several ribbons of hot sticky cum into that twitching old cunt. We stayed like that for a while, and when I finally slid out of her she slumped to the carpet panting, her body still vibrating from her climax. When she recovered, she looked back at me as I was pulling up my shorts and said, "Michael, you must promise me that Debbie will never know what just happened here." "Please, promise me!" "Edith, what happened here today stays between us. We both have way too much to lose over this. You have my promise" And with that, as I got up to leave, she reached for her gown to cover herself, stood and gave me a warm hug and a soft, lingering kiss. On the lips! Melting the Ice Queen Her pussy was like a glove, sucking my cock up into it. But I kept right at it, pumping her like a piston. Katie must have passed out by now, because otherwise the slap-slap of our bodies and Bianca's muffled screams into the couch would have made her come running. Bianca and I went at it like a pair of porn stars, our copulation almost reaching the point where it would have been called a 'hate-fuck.' Bianca must have really have hit a dry spell, because despite the fact she had cum twice already, I felt her juices release yet another time while I was drilling her. In fact, I could feel her winding up a fourth time when I felt a familiar boil in my balls. As part of my plan for the night, I had decided how to finish, so I now put the last part of my plan into action. I pulled out of Bianca, grabbed her hip and spun her around so she was now sitting on the edge of the couch, and shoved my cock into her mouth. Our fucking had turned her into a cock-hungry whore, so she gulped my cock down like it was the last food on earth. I wasn't going to finished in her mouth though; I just wanted the satisfaction of watching her suck my pussy-covered cock. As she got me to the very edge, I pulled out, pushed her back onto the couch, and proceeded to unload cum all over her face and tits. The Ice Queen was definitely thawed, because as I came all over her, her fingers were shoved deep into her pussy, giving herself her fourth climax of the night. I finished, and she immediately took my cock back into her mouth, and cleaned me off. As she did, my cock shrank back to normal size, and she lay back on the couch and took stock of herself. Bianca was now naked, covered in sweat, her crotch and thighs soaked in her own juices, and her face and tits covered in cum. To this day, I wish I'd had a camera to capture the image. Her hand had remained on my cock, and was trying to stroke it back to health. I pulled away though, and started to pull my pants back up. "I'm going to bed," I said, as I dressed. "No wait, let's do it again." "You heard Katie earlier. She wants some too." "Mmmm." It was really a very childish sound, from someone who was used to getting their way. I started to walk towards the hallway and Katie, when I heard Bianca say something I never expected. "I'll let you fuck me anally." This stopped me in my tracks. The Ice Queen wanted it in the backdoor. This was a development. I turned around, and saw that Bianca was serious about this promise. She was standing up, bent over the couch almost in two, smiling at me, with her fingers holding her cheeks apart. It was a sight no sane man could resist. She must have interpreted my surprise as hesitation, because she snaked her hand down between her legs, stuck a finger into her pussy, then into her ass. This got a groan from me which she smiled at, then motioned me closer. I was powerless to resist this opportunity, and moved towards her, unzipping again. She remained bent over the couch, but as I got closer she whispered to me. "Please be gentle. This is my first time doing this." I groaned again, and stepped up behind her. I slipped my cock into her pussy once or twice to lube it up. I also stuck my finger into her drenched pussy and into her ass, to test. Holy shit it was tight! This was the proverbial 'camel through the eye of a needle.' I was going to need real lube to pull this off. I knew Katie had some, but could I get in there without being heard? I had to, so told Bianca to hold tight, and slipped quickly into Katie's bedroom for the slippery stuff. Katie had passed out as soon as she had gotten in there, it appeared, and was now snoring loudly, so I had no fears about her waking up. I found the bottle of lube in the dark, and headed back out to the living room. Bianca was still there in the same position, only now I could see she had begun to diddle herself. I crept up silently behind her, and drizzled the lube down the crack of her ass. She let out a nice "Hhmm" and kept pleasuring herself. I squirted more lube onto my hand, and rubbed it onto my cock, getting us both fully slick. Then I moved behind Bianca, and lined up her rear end. Bianca's asshole was cute and puckered now, with the lube drizzled all around it. I held her steady with one hand, and my cock with the other. I touched my cock to her hole, then gave it one good push, and slipped the cock head in. I heard her scream into the couch, and felt the cold vise that her ass now had around my cock. She kept saying "ow ow ow" into the couch, and I could feel her trying to shift her ass to make it more comfortable. When she finally settled down a little, I pushed my cock even farther in. This again, elicited more screaming and shifting, and it took four times before I was able to bottom out. Even at that point, I was unsure if I would be able to actually fuck her, she was so tight. But I was determined to try. I pulled back out until my cockhead caught on her sphincter, and squirted more lube on my cock and her ass. Then I shoved my dick back into her. Bianca was whimpering now, almost crying, but it had been her suggestion, and pride kept her from telling me to stop. I went slow, in and out, feeling her tight little ass slowly adjust and stretch to hold my member. Finally, when she actually seemed to enjoy it, I decided to really fuck her ass. I reached around her body, grabbed those big tits, and started to really throw my bone into her. She was using one hand to hold herself up, but the other was rubbing her little bud. Her ass was so tight that I knew I couldn't last long, but I was still trying to get my money's worth. She was frigging herself so hard though that after only a few minutes, I could feel her start to cum. Her moans, shuddering, and just basic gorgeousness set me off, and I proceeded to blow my second load up her back door. When we both had come down off of our highs, I pulled out of her ass, and she fell onto the couch, face first. I slapped her ass, told her we should do it again some time, and walked into Katie's room. The next day, Katie and I broke up when she went to wake me up with a hummer and found that my cock tasted like shit, pussy, and lube. Luckily Bianca was now so hungry for my cock that we started sleeping together regularly. She's become such a freak that she's now open to both men and women, and loves nothing more than to suck me off and received her gift all over her face and tits. Oh, and Bianca's gravity-defying D-cups? They're real. Only God can create something that beautiful.