Wilma And Betty A Flintstones Story

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.

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"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.