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Flintstones: Wilma and Betty
by Ann Douglas (anndouglas1@hotmail.com)

***

The two wives compare notes and decide on a pleasant 
alternative to waiting hand and foot on their 
Neanderthal husbands. (FF, cons, parody)

***

"Fred Flintstone, one of these days I'm going to kill 
you...." The red haired woman said to herself as she 
beat the tigerskin rug hanging on the clothesline.

"Problem Wilma?" asked a voice from the other side of 
the stone fence.

"Oh hi, Betty," Wilma said as she turned and saw the 
dark haired woman who had spoken. "Just the usual 
problem, the one that put Fred's buddies before his 
wife."

"What did he do now?" Betty asked as she leaned on the 
top row of rocks.

"Well, you know Pebbles is away at camp for the weekend 
with Bam Bam. So I figure that tonight being Friday 
night, it would be a great chance for the two of us to 
spend an intimate evening together."

"And I guess he saw it differently?" Betty interjected.

"Well, at first, he seamed to go along with it." Wilma 
said as she removed the rug from the line. "That was 
until Joe Rockhead called and told him there was an 
emergency meeting of the Water Buffalo Lounge tonight. 
And out the door he went."

"Emergency meeting huh?"

"Yeh, the emergency being the Rocky Slagstone fight on 
the TV tonight." She said in expiration as she folded 
the rug and dropped it into her basket. "One of these 
days he's going to go too far."

"I know how you feel, Wilma." Betty said 
sympathetically.

"If its not the Water Buffaloes, its the Bowling Team, 
or a big game at the pool hall." Wilma said as she 
moved over to Betty. "Honestly, sometimes I wonder how 
he was ever home long enough for us to have Pebbles. It 
sometimes seems like that was the last time we were 
together. "

Betty just shook her head in agreement.

"You're so lucky that Barney isn't like that." Wilma 
said.

"Not like that? Wilma, where do you think he is now. 
Fred calls and away he goes. Sometimes I think they 
should've married each other, at least they spend more 
than an hour a day together."

Now Wilma just nodded knowingly.

"Tell you want, Wilma." Betty said as she leaned over 
the fence and whispered to Wilma. "As I see it, we can 
either sit back and mope around or have our own fun."

"What do you have in mind?" Wilma asked cautiously.

"Oh, nothing wild." Betty reassured. "I just figured we 
could rent a good film from the video store and get a 
few snacks, maybe a little Rockberry Wine. Sort of a 
girls night in."

"Hmm, I guess that would be ok." 

"Great, why don't you leave everything to me." Betty 
said with a smile. "Just be at my house in an hour."

"All right, see you then." Wilma replied as she picked 
up the basket and headed back to the house.

***

An hour later, Wilma was knocking on the door of the 
Rubble house. It was dark inside and Wilma was 
wondering if maybe Betty wasn't back yet. She was about 
to leave when Betty called out from inside.

"Be right with you, Wilma."

Three minutes later, the door opened and Wilma stood 
open mouth as she saw her next store neighbor.

Gone was the short blue dress Betty normally wore. 
Instead Betty wore a tight leopard skin that more than 
highlighted her ample figure. Betty had always been a 
stocky girl, but Wilma had always envied her large 
breasts. Gaining ten or so pounds would be worth it if 
she could be sure that those breasts would come with 
it.

"Betty, that's some outfit...." Wilma said as she 
finally found her voice. "Where in the word did you get 
it?"

"Like it?" She asked as she spun around and showed off 
where there was....or more accurately wasn't of the 
dress. "I bought it at Fredrick's of Bedrock for our 
Anniversary last year, but never got to wear it. You 
remember, that was the night the boys had that big, 
important, not to be missed, poker game. I found it 
when I was cleaning before and just felt like wearing 
it."

"Well, it certainly is different," Wilma noted as she 
stepped inside, wondering how she'd look in a dress 
like that.

"Have a seat, I just have to get a few things from the 
kitchen." Betty called out as she shut the door and 
headed from the kitchen.

***

Two hours later, both the movie and the snacks done, 
Betty and Wilma sat drinking the last of the Rockberry 
wine. Glancing at the clock, Wilma noted that it would 
be another half hour before the Slagstone fight was 
only just beginning, so it could still be hours before 
their husbands came home.

"And they'll be too tired to do anything once they get 
home." Betty remarked as she took a last sip of wine. 
"Not that Barney has ever been any good in that 
department. What I wouldn't give for a good fuck!"

"Betty Rubble!" Wilma shot back in shock, it was the 
first time she had ever heard Betty use the F-word. 
They'd had intimate discussions over the years, but 
they'd always used more lady like code words.

"Oh come on, Wilma." Betty countered. "Just a few hours 
ago all you could do was complain about Fred's lack of 
attention. When was the last time he spent more than 
five minutes taking care of business. They take more 
time polishing their bowling balls than getting us 
off."

Reluctantly, Wilma had to agree. With Fred it was 
usually a minute of foreplay, following by a few grunt 
and groans as he heaved onto of her. Then he'd roll 
over and go to sleep. 

"I guess your right, Betty, but what can you do." Wilma 
shrugged. "I mean its not like we're going to run out 
and get boyfriends."

"Wouldn't want a boyfriend," Betty said, her speech 
showing a little of the wines effects. Why put up with 
the whole bull when you only want one part - the best 
part."

"I don't know what you mean?"

"Wait, I'll show you..." Betty whispered.

With that she got up and disappeared into the bedroom. 
Wilma could hear her rummaging through one of her 
dresser draws, looking for something. Then she 
reappeared, holding something behind her back.

"Ta da!" Betty triumphantly announced as she produced a 
highly polished saber tooth. "Old faithful, guaranteed 
never to let you down."

"I don't understand?" Wilma said as she stared at the 
nine inch tooth.

"Oh Wilma," Betty said, "Sometimes you can be so 
dense." 

With that she brought the tooth down and positioned it 
against her pelvic area, rubbing it against her dress.

"Oh my!" Wilma said as she brought her hand to her 
mouth, suddenly understanding what Betty was talking 
about. "Oh Betty, I could never do that."

"You'd be surprised what you can do when you find 
yourself home one cold night too many." Betty said. 
"Very surprised."

"Where did you ever get such a thing?"

"From Shirley Rocstein, you remember her, she used to 
work over at the supermarket." Betty said with a smile 
as if remembering private thoughts. "She showed me a 
lot of really great things."

"I don't know, Betty," Wilma said hesitantly, trying 
hard to hide her curiosity. "I don't think I could ever 
do anything like that."

"Well, I'm not trying to push you into anything." Betty 
said. "But I'll tell you what, why don't you borrow 
"old fang" here. Maybe you might want to take him for a 
test drive."

"Oh Betty I couldn't......"

"I insist." Betty replied as she dropped the saber 
tooth into Wilma's bag.

With that Wilma heard a car pull into the driveway, a 
moment later she heard Fred's booming voice.

"Who'd have believed it, Barn," said the loud voice. 
"That new kid, Mike Tyroc puts Slagstone's lights out 
20 seconds into the first round. I tell you that kids 
going places."

"That's not what you said before the fight, Fred." 
Barney said. "You said Slagstone was going to wipe up 
the mat with the kid."

"You just don't understand my betting strategy, 
Barney." Fred replied as he reached the fence door 
connecting to his yard. "No one bets on the new kid the 
first time out, its bad luck."

"Sure Fred," Barney countered as he opened the door for 
Fred.. "I supposed that hundred clams you dropped on 
Slagstone was good luck. I can't wait to hear how you 
explain that one to Wilma."

"Child's play, Rubble," Fred grinned. "I'll just give 
her a little of the old Flintstone magic and she won't 
even ask about the money." 

"Sure Fred, sure." Barney smiled back. "I guess I 
forgot all about your magical charm."

While Fred and Barney had exchanged barbs, Wilma had 
snuck out the Rubbles front door and entered her house 
from the street side. She no sooner stripped and jumped 
into bed when Fred walked into the room.

"Hey sweetheart, I'm glad your still up." He said as 
dropped his skin and eased into bed with her. "All 
night I've been thinking about how nice it would be to 
snuggle up to you when I got home."

Wilma smiled as she felt his hands close on her 
breasts. See, Betty was wrong, she told herself. Fred 
could still surprise her. Two minutes later he parted 
her legs and entered her. A couple of grunts and one 
Yaba Daba Doo later, Fred rolled over and fell fast 
asleep. Some things would never change after all.

***

For an hour after that, Wilma laid there away and 
stared at the ceiling. Every time she closed her eyes, 
she starting imagining what kind of things Shirley 
Rocstein had really shown Betty. To her surprise, the 
images left her wet beneath the sheets.

After dinner Saturday night, Wilma had just finished 
clearing the dishes when she heard Fred humming 
contentedly from the living room. Curious, she peeked 
in and turned red with anger.

Sitting in his big easy chair, Fred was meticulously 
polishing his bowling ball. Every few second he would 
stop and pay special attention to a small smudge he had 
overlooked before. Looking up at the clock she noted 
that he had been working on the ball for almost an 
hour.

"Now there's a thing of beauty." Fred noted as he 
finished clearing off the last smudge and lifted the 
ball to eye level. "Baby, we're going to wipe out 
Kelly's tenpins tonight." He said to the ball as he 
bend down and kissed it.

"Tonight....?" Wilma said as she walked into the room, 
dishtowel still in hand. "I thought we were going to 
the movies tonight?"

"Sorry honey," Fred said as he gently put the ball back 
into his bowling bag. "They had to move the Monday 
night game up to Saturday on account of some benefit 
they're having on Monday. I can't let the guys down, if 
we win tonight we go into the championships."

"I see....," Wilma said, hiding her anger. "Well who am 
I to stand in the way of you and the guys."

"Thanks sweetheart," Fred said as he dashed by her and 
kissed her on the cheek. "I knew you'd understand."

"Oh I understand," Wilma said to herself as the door 
closed. "Sometimes I'm just too damn understanding."

As she heard the car pull out of the driveway, Wilma 
began to cry.

Ninety minutes later, Wilma turned off the Television. 
She couldn't get into the movie anyway. Walking toward 
the bedroom, she stopped at the table where she had 
dropped her purse the night before. The purse with 
Betty's Saber Tooth. She stood there staring at the bad 
for a few moments, then picked up the bag and continued 
on to the bedroom.

Laying back against the pillows, Wilma spread her legs 
and ran the point of the polished tooth across the 
outline of her mound. Gently she brushed the tip 
against the tight opening and eased it slightly inside. 
She sighed as she applied a little more force and felt 
it rise up inside her. Wilma had to admit to herself 
that it felt good.

With one hand she began to slide the tooth in and out, 
finding reentry easier each time as the walls of her 
pussy began to produce a steady stream of lubrication. 
Her other hand began to explore her body, rubbing her 
small breasts. With her eyes closed she could imagine 
they were as large as Betty's. What would it be like, 
she asked herself, to play with Betty's big breasts.

The thought brought a tremor between her legs and her 
free hand slid down to her clit, playing with it 
between her fingers. She quickened the pace of the 
saber tooth, sighing louder now as she took all nine 
inches inside her. Touching parts of her Fred had never 
reached.

Soon, she told herself. She could feel her body 
building to a climax. Rubbing her clit as fast as she 
could, she pumped her pussy with her substitute cock. 
Her whole body had been taken over by the rhythm as she 
moved to the driving pulse growing inside her. 

"Yaba Daba Doo!" She screamed as her cunt gushed all 
over her hands and the saber tooth. It was the first 
orgasm she'd had in months. 

She continued to frantically pump herself as she felt a 
second wave rush through her. In all her years with 
Fred, she'd never had a second climax.

"Yaba Daba Fucking Doo!!!!!" Wilma screamed louder than 
the first time as her entire sweat covered body 
trembled then exploded.

It was better than the first time as she closed her 
eyes and just let herself drift in orgasmic delight. As 
each succeeding wave lessened in intensity, she began 
to just lay there. Her cum covered hands to stroked her 
pussy as she gently continued to fuck herself with her 
new toy. Oblivious to the world, she hadn't heard the 
new figure enter the room. It was a good five minute 
before she finally calmed down and opened her eyes - to 
find Betty standing at the foot of her bed. 

***

"Betty!" Wilma exclaimed as she jumped up naked in the 
bed.

"Well hello neighbor..." Betty said with a wide smile 
on her face.

Wilma pulled the sheet up around her, her face a bright 
red with embarrassment.

"I heard you yelling and ran over here to make sure 
that you were all right, I knew the boys had gone out 
bowling." Betty said in a calm monotone voice as she 
bend down and picked up the cum covered saber tooth. "I 
see that you're more than all right."

With that she brought the tooth to her lips and began 
to lick the cum off of it. Wilma watched in fascination 
as the dark haired woman worked her tongue across the 
tooth, alternately taking it into her mouth like a 
lollipop.

"Mmmm" Betty purred as she licked the last drops of 
girlcum from the tip of her lollipop and scooped it 
into her mouth. "Delicious, even better than good old 
Shirley."

Wilma continued to just stare at her best friend, 
feeling a little complimented that she tasted better 
than Shirley.

"Of course, there's nothing like tasting it right from 
the fountain." Betty grinned as she dropped the saber 
tooth to the floor and took a hold of the edge of 
Wilma's sheet. 

With a gentle tug, she began to pull the sheet off the 
bed and Wilma. She moved the sheet slowly, giving her 
friend ample time to protest if she wanted.

No protest followed as the sheet joined the tooth on 
the floor and Betty sat down on the edge of Wilma's 
bed. Reaching down, she ran her fingers across Wilma's 
breasts, gently playing with the erect nipple. 
Encouraged by the small smile forming on Wilma's face, 
Betty leaned over and kissed the redhead.

The kiss was soft at first, just a suggestion of touch. 
Then their lips came together again, this time a little 
harder. Wilma felt Betty's tongue pushing against her 
lips, hesitated a second, then opened her mouth to 
admit it. Fred had never liked tongue kissing so she 
was surprised how nice Betty's tongue felt against her 
own. 

Betty cupped Wilma's small breasts as she kissed her 
again, her thumbs continuing to play with the nipples. 
She moved her head down to Wilma's pert tits and took 
each nipple into her mouth, one after the other. Softly 
sucking on them, she sent a pleasant tickling through 
Wilma, so unlike Fred's rough and quick foreplay.

"Oh Betty..." Wilma said, finally breaking her silence. 
"I want you to love me, I want to love you so much."

Gratified at hearing those words she had wished for so 
long, Betty broke mouth contact and stood up again. She 
reached up and undid the strings of her blue dress. As 
it fell to the floor, she stood naked, giving Wilma her 
first unobstructed view of those breasts she had so 
admired.

"They're so beautiful...." Wilma whispered as she 
reached up to touch them.

Betty guided Wilma's hands, placing one on each breast. 
She smiled as Wilma squeezed each one, playing with the 
large aureoles. Moving downward, Betty took a hold of 
her breasts and guided them to Wilma's waiting mouth.

Betty let Wilma take her time, enjoying the feeling of 
her wet mouth as it took a turn at each of her breasts. 
Many nights she had dreamed of this moment, and now 
that it was here it was meant to be savored. She ran 
her fingers through Wilma's red hair, undoing the small 
hair-bone, letting the long hair fall free around her 
shoulders.

Satisfied that Wilma had her fill, Betty removed her 
nipple from her mouth and turned to kiss Wilma's 
smaller breasts. She licked each nipple for a few 
moments but this was only a pause on her journey 
downward. Lifting her legs apart, Betty brought her 
mouth to the cum covered mouth between. Unlike her own 
black bushy mound, Wilma had only a small wisp of light 
red hair around her cunt. And even than had been matted 
down by the earlier eruptions of cum.

Parting the wet walls with her fingers, Betty drove her 
tongue deep within Wilma. An electric spark ran up 
through Wilma's body at this first touch. Betty then 
began to cover the entire area with her probing tongue, 
savoring the taste of her friend. 

"Like I said, much better at the source." Betty laughed 
as she continued to lick away, bringing a new wetness 
to Wilma.

As Betty continued to lick away, Wilma reached down and 
began to probe Betty's own mound with her fingers. She 
was surprised to find it already wet. Lubricating her 
fingers with the wetness, she slid them inside. Betty 
smiled at this entry, it was the first independent 
action Wilma had taken. A second finger followed the 
first, then a third. In no time at all, Wilma had all 
three fingers buried in Wilma up past the second 
knuckle. Keeping in time with the movement of Betty's 
own tongue on her now saturated pussy, Wilma began to 
finger-fuck Betty in earnest.

After a little while, Wilma moved to replace her 
fingers with her mouth. Eager for her first taste of 
her girlfriend, she buried her face between Betty's 
legs. A light film of cum quickly covered her face as 
Wilma jerked her face from side to side. Betty reached 
down and motioned her to take it easier, leading her to 
just the right spot to lick.

Swallowing her first taste of another woman, Wilma was 
pleased to find it different than her own. It made each 
woman different and special. After a few minute she had 
steadied into a relaxed rhythm and was rewarded by soft 
moans from Betty. It felt so good to be able to take 
her time, to stretch each pleasing moment to as long as 
she could make it last.

Between her legs she could feel Betty's more 
experienced tongue guiding her to yet another eruption. 
She began to gyrate her pelvis, trying to keep time 
with the thrusts of Betty's tongue. Knowing it would be 
the first time she would be coming for her best friend, 
she wanted it to be the best. She now wished that she 
hadn't wasted her time and juices with the saber tooth.

But Wilma wasn't to be disappointed as a new rush of 
girlcum filled Betty's mouth. Rather than swallow it, 
Betty tried to hold as much of it as she could in her 
mouth. A small stream of girljuice ran down her jaw as 
she moved from between Wilma's legs and kissed her new 
lover as hard as she could. Using her tongue she pushed 
Wilma's own juices into her mouth, letting it mix with 
what was left of Betty's own. 

Wilma used her own tongue to give Betty back some of 
the mixture as they embraced and kissed again and 
again. The two women laid there for another ten 
minutes, enjoying the touch of each others naked body. 
Finally the chime of the clock in the living room told 
them their husband would soon be home. Leading Betty 
into the bathroom and the shower, Wilma began to wash 
and lick Betty's body clean.

"I wish I could've made you cum." Wilma said to Betty 
apologetically. 

"Wilma, dear, this was only your first time." Betty 
replied as she planted a gentle kiss on her lips. 
"You'll get plenty of chances to try again. In fact, I 
wouldn't be surprised if the boys wanted to go out 
again tomorrow night."

"If Fred doesn't, " Wilma said as she returned the 
kiss. "I'll kick him out the door myself."

Betty just smiled and held Wilma tight, enjoying both 
the steady stream of hot water and the embrace of her 
friend.

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