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The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes of
consenting adults engaged in sexual activities. It includes
characters that are copyrighted by Hanna Barbera. This
story is intended for the non-commerical enjoyment of the
author and her friends. No copyright infringement is intended
and no profit will be made from the distribution of this story.
Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both
appreciated and encouraged. Suggestions are also welcome.
Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it easier for me to get
your reaction. One thing I do ask is that you now include your
first name and age in your comments. It gives me a better idea
who my audience is. Thanks and enjoy the story.
- Wilma And Betty -
A Flintstones Story
by Ann Douglas
"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.
END
Ann Douglas
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Priorities ....
A hundred years from now....
It won't matter how much money I had....
What kind of house I lived in ....
Or what kind of car I drove...
What will matter is that the world might be a better place...
Because I was important in the life of a child.
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