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Wilma And Betty - A Flintstones Story - (FF)
by Ann Douglas (Anndouglas@aol.com)
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 Hana Barbara. 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.
-WILMA AND BETTY -
-A FLINTSTONE 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