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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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