As soon as Betty got home, she ran to her neighbor's house. Bursting through the kitchen door she almost shouted, "Wilma, I have to tell you what just happened to me."
Wilma, who had just finishing the dishes, turned to her friend and asked, "What's wrong Betty? You look like you've seem a ghost."
"Oh Wilma," Betty cried, "I cheated on Barney.
A startled Wilma could hardly contain her excitement, "Come into the living room, and let's get comfortable." A moment later the two were seated on the sofa. "Betty dear, tell me all about it," Wilma said.
"I was driving home from mothers," began Betty, "and I was talking to my sister on the phone, when I rear ended a policeman's motorcycle." As Betty began telling Wilma her story, Wilma placed her hand on Betty's thigh just below the hem of her dress.
"Oh my," Wilma interrupted, "was anyone hurt?" Wilma's hand began to stroke Betty's thigh. She would move her hand towards Betty's knee, then back up towards her crotch. With each stroke, she moved closer to Betty's snatch.
"No" Betty returned with a relieved smile, unconscious of her friend's touch. "There was no damage to my car, and only a small dent in the cop's bike. Anyway, he was going to give me a ticket, and I sort of hinted that I would be.... well, really nice if he didn't give me the ticket."
"Betty, you little vixen," Wilma chuckled merrily, "I never knew you had it in you. So give already. Tell Auntie Wilma all about it."
"The officer told me to follow him to this little way station. As soon as we got inside he ordered me to my knees, and told me to suck his cock. "
"Did you do it?" Wilma interrupted again.
"Yes," Betty replied proudly, "it was the first time I ever sucked a cock, and I really loved it."
Wilma hand continued to stroke her friend's thigh, she could feel her nipples getting hard, and her pussy getting wet as she interrupted Betty again. "Did he cum in your mouth?"
"No," Betty returned, "at least not then. After I sucked him for a few minutes, he pulled me to my feet, laid me on the bed, and Wilma, he ate my pussy. He actually ate my pussy. Barney has never done that to me."
"Barney has never eaten you pussy?" a slightly shocked Wilma inquired. "God Betty, if I had known that, I would have eaten your pussy myself." As Wilma finished speaking, her roving fingers made contact with Betty's quickly dampening fur-covered snatch. "My but you're a hairy little thing," Wilma told her friend, as she slipped a finger into Betty's now very wet pussy.
Betty gasped, partly at her friend's word, but also at the surprise and pleasure of Wilma's finger entering her pussy. "Wilma!" Betty cried, her hips to moving in rhythm with Wilma's fingering, "what are you doing? But, oh God, it feels so good, and aren't you hairy too? And what do you mean, you'd eat my pussy?"
"Betty," Wilma returned still finger-fucking Betty's tight wet pussy, "I've wanted to eat you for as long as I've known you, but was never brave enough to ask. As for being hairy." Wilma removed her finger from Betty's steamy pussy, and pulled her dress up to her waist. Wilma smiled proudly as she spread her lovely legs revealing her glistening wet, pink lipped pussy. Betty could see that it was completely shave, except for a small triangle of curly red hair just above her clit.
"Wilma, you're absolutely beautiful," Betty gushed, "I never knew a woman's pussy could be so pretty."
"Fred loves it," Wilma informed her friend, "he likes looking at me better, he likes eating me better, and when he eats me or fingers me, I cum more and harder because I'm more sensitive. Come on Betty. Let's shave your pussy. You'll love it and so will Barney."
*** Giggling like a couple of schoolgirls, the two women dashed to the bathroom. Once there, Wilma said, "Betty, I think we should take our clothes off so we don't get them messy while I'm shaving you." Following her own advice, Wilma had removed her dress even before she finished speaking.
By this time, Betty was thoroughly turned on, and ready for anything her friend had in mind. "Wilma," Betty giggled as she pulled her dress over her head, " I feel sooo naughty, and sooo excited. I can't believe how horny I am."
"I know what you mean Betty," Wilma chuckled, then pointing to the vanity, Wilma told her friend, "hop up here and spread your legs. I'll get the scissors and a stool so we can get started."
A moment later, Wilma was seated on the stool between Betty's widely spread legs clipping away the curly black hair that surrounded her rapidly moistening honey pot. Wilma was trying hard to concentrate on the jog at hand, not on the enticing aroma of recently fucked pussy that tickled her nose, made her mouth water, and her own pussy so very wet. "Betty," Wilma grinned up at the raven haired beauty, "you're just gonna love the way your pussy looks, and how sensitive it is when I've finished."
"Oh Wilma," Betty cooed, as she watched Wilma start to shave her mons, "I can hardly wait. I hope my pussy is as pretty as yours is. Hurry please, I'm getting so horny." Even before she finished speaking, Betty's hands had drifted to her small pert tits; her fingers began to massage and twirl her pebble hard nipples.
Wilma worked quickly, but carefully. In a very few minutes, all that remained of Betty's thick pubic bush was a small triangle of black curls that pointed right at her erect little clit. "Betty," Wilma gushed, "you are absolutely beautiful. I simply must have a taste." With that, Wilma's tongue flicked out and touched the bottom of Betty's steamy slit. She licked her way to the top, then around Betty's swollen clit.
Betty let out a scream of mixed surprise and delight as Wilma's skilled tongue invaded her pleasure center. "Oh my God Wilma, I'm cumming already." Eat me," Betty yelled, "eat me Wilma, make me cum." Her cries became inarticulate as the force of her orgasm increased. Betty pulled Wilma's head closer to her, as the lovely redhead stabbed her tongue as quickly and deeply as she could into Betty's gushing snatch. Betty's orgasm peaked, and as it ebbs her screams of pleasure changed to sighs of contentment.
When Betty released her, Wilma stood up, took her friend's face in her hands, and pressed her cum covered lips to Betty's. Betty's lips parted, eagerly accepting Wilma's probing tongue. She could taste herself on Wilma's lips and tongue. A taste she found to be quite pleasant. I'll bet, Betty thought, Wilma tastes even better. "Wilma, that was wonderful. Now its my turn to eat you."
"Oh yes dear," Wilma panted, "but let's go into the living room so we can be more comfortable." Betty followed Wilma into the living room. Wilma sat on the sofa, and pulled Betty to her. The horny pair embraced. Lips met again in a deep, passionate french kiss. Hands exploring, finding hard nipples at the end of soft tits. Fingers trailing down flat bellies, searching for and entering each other's desire driven honey pots. Muffled moans of pleasure and the squishy sounds of rapidly fucking fingers were all that could be heard for several minutes.
Betty was the first to break the kiss and the silence when she said, "Wilma I want to taste you now." With that, she gently pushed her friend on her back, spread her lovely legs, and dove between them. Betty stared for an infinitely long second at her friend's beautiful pussy, glistening with sweet nectar. Eagerly, her tongue shot out, dipped into Wilma's dripping snatch, then curled back in to savor this new taste. Betty was in heaven. She loved the flavor of Wilma's pussy. In an instant, she had clamped her mouth over the pretty redhead's love tunnel, stabbing her tongue in and out like a jackhammer in overdrive.
"Oh Betty," Wilma gasped, "you are wonderful. Eat me baby, fuck my hot pussy with your tongue."
Just as Wilma was about to reach an incredibly intense orgasm, the door burst open, and Fred Flintstone bellowed out, "Wilma I'm home."
***
With Wilma's legs clamped over her ears, Betty did not hear Fred's shout. Wilma, on the other hand, was so close to orgasm that a little thing like her husband walking in on them was not about to stop her. "Oh my God Fred, I'm hoooommme toooo!!" Wilma screamed out as her orgasm broke over her.
"What's going on here," Fred demanded, his eyes bright with lust. A huge tent was forming on his tunic as he stared at the erotic display.
