Locker Room for Bethany, Part 7

by deanna

The second half of the party. Bethany wants more.

Everyone finally fell asleep. Annie and Ashley cuddled together on a sofa, Hanna and Shannon slept spooning on the carpet. Bethy nuzzled into Hanna's pubes. Bethany awoke to pee in the spare bathroom. As she sat her mind focused on Brenda. She naturally began masturbating to those mature tits, that lovely face and wet labia.

She tip-toed past the girls and up the stairs where she saw the TV still on. It had run to the menu of the Girlfriends DVD that lit the room. Brenda lay curled up on the sofa. Bethany stood and breathed in her beauty. She knelt admiring the firm ass high and proud as she lay on her side, the athletic T-shirt riding up only covering her top. Her pussy still bare. Bethany got as close as she dare. With the scent of desire, this mother filled her nostrils. She had to have more.

Bethany moved in to nuzzle her nose near the folds exposed. Her young tits lay softly against this mother's toned legs. She touched the sheathing adorning this clit. Bethany couldn't resist. She lightly rolled it away and the soft nubbin peaked out. So sweet the possibilities. Brenda's heartbeat sent delicate pulse to this treasure. This young girl began obsessing all the more. She tapped the tip of her tongue on the clit. That was nice...she mused. She circled the nerve with moisture and dipped again.

"Hanna?" Brenda stirred. "Is that you baby?" the mother raised her head. "I'm sorry Brenda...it's me." Bethany whimpered. "Oh! Bethany dear...I don't know." Brenda comforted, still surprised. "I didn't mean to wake you, I needed to touch you." Bethany apologized. "Oh sweetheart, I'm flattered but you should be with Hanna. She really cares for you!" she reminded. "I do to...but you...." Bethany obviously smitten.

"Oh honey, you're adorable...let's talk." Brenda really was open to advances. "You know, when I was your age I had crushes all the time. I know how a young girl is driven to touch and be loved. We're comforters and we desire comfort from others."she sympathized "Yeah, I do...but I love the rush of trying new things and you're exciting to me." Bethy offered. "Oh, thank you baby; you know...excuse me a minute and I'll be right back."

Brenda went down the stairs out of view. Bethany stepped over to listen at the corner in time to hear, "okay... but please don't take her from me, Mom." Hanna whispered. "I love you Hanna that's why I'm letting you know first. I'll talk to her about it....only if you're okay, now."

Bethany went to the sofa, Brenda returned with a smile. "You know, when their Dad died the girls needed so much love. He was an airline pilot and left us all very well insured. I sold our estate and found an nice ordinary house. I really don't have to work but I teach fitness classes during the week. I needed love again too. Many of the young women there found me attractive, I've filled the emptiness with their companionship."

Bethany listened closely. "The girls knew I loved hot female relationships, they spied on us and we let them. It became the natural choice for them.I'm glad they found another friend like you.If we do pleasure one another occasionally you must remember, Hanna needs you." Brenda confirmed. "I understand, do you want me to go to her now?" Bethany offered. "Well, let's see what we have here." Brenda smiled lifting Bethy's top.

Bethany's pale blossoms jiggled with her movements. Her pink nipples puffy and relaxed. She longed for the touch of this sexually charged woman. Bethany quickly slipped her panties off and looked deep into the mother's eyes. Brenda dropped to her knees and spread Bethany's smooth young legs. "Bring your pussy to me, sweetheart." the mom cooed. Bethany placed a pillow behind herself and slid to the edge of the cushion. She rested her bare feet on Brenda's slender shoulders, her knees fell to the sides.

Bethany watched as Hanna's mom tenderly lapped her vulva. Depositing her warm saliva liberally through her folds and her upper thighs. Bethany's eyes began to tear as Brenda dipped the tip of her tongue into her hole, tugging the rim and around.Brenda looked the young girl deeply in the eyes as she tapped her tongue on the clit. That started Bethany moaning. Her clitoral member stretching. Then the impossible.

Brenda eased back and skillfully stretched her tongue to meet the engorged clitoris. She began flickering the pointy tip of her long tongue on Bethany's clit so fast it almost disappeared into a blur. Bethany gasped. "Oh- h-h-h-h-h god!" the girl writhed and pushed her feet into the shoulders below lifting her pelvis from the sofa. "If you start bucking I can't get to you!" Brenda advised. Bethany tried to hold still.The incessant flickering continued. Like a butterfly wing Brenda's tongue almost buzzed with pampering delight. If that weren't enough, Hanna's mom danced her fingers into the glistening hole. Shallow at first as the girl wheezed into a fit of orgasms.

Bethany saw stars as she tried to obey, holding still. Her face, ears and tits reddened flush with endurance. She tried to count the multiple orgasms felt. No matter. Brenda praised her for holding firm her body. Allowing the full effect of her buttering. Bethany felt 'buttered' alright! If she hadn't been laying back she would've fallen over.

The tongue tip continued as if fighting an invisible enemy. The finger tips went deeper playing on the young girl's G-spot. Her clit so stimulated and lengthened it seemed to curl. Bethany's drippings erupted splashing the waiting complexion. Just about like clockwork. Brenda mused to herself. Delighted in the vaginal backwash she swallowed, the seasoned pussy hound slowed her playing to a massage.

The poor girl was never so delighted to be exhausted. This is what a stroke feels like? She pondered to herself.

Brenda knew the girl needed rest. She caressed up to the girl's breasts just the same. Feeling the softness of a teenager was her reward. There was nothing better. They fell asleep together, Brenda at her feet till later that morning. Both contented.