Wilma And Betty
A Flintstones Story
by Ann Douglas
The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes
of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted
by Hanna Barbara. This story is intended for the non-commercial
enjoyment of fans and should be considered a parody . No
copyright infringement is intended and no profit will be made
from the distribution of this story.
"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 other’s 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
(c) Ann Douglas 1995
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