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Stoneage Foursome by G. Radons
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Stoneage Foursome
by G. Radons (100014.3325@compuserve.com), 1995
Since Wilma had constantly urged him, Fred used this hot
sunny saturday afternoon to mow the lawn. He guided the
gardensaurus back and forth, grumbling now and then, whenever he
noticed a molehill or for other reasons which become not clear.
Wilma, having finished her daily workload watched him for a
while.
"I guess there will be more then enough time to obtain some
tan. Later the Brontosaurusrips will need my full attention
again, but now it's Happy Hour for Wilma", the red haired woman
murmured.
She turned around and went to the bedroom to put on her new
bikini and watched herself in the wall mirror. It had been a
real bargain. The pure otterfur shimmered around her chest and
waist and built a nice contrast with her skin and hair. Actually
Betty had found it and had urged her to buy it. Wilma giggled
as she remembered how convinving Betty had been. It was as if
she felt the hand of the blackhaired woman pressing again on her
vulva. Finally Wilma had given in and payed the bikini from the
money Fred tried to hide again and again in the holes of his
bowling ball. Sighing Wilma stepped behind the house where she
had prepared a soft deckchair, some crackers and a book. She
only stopped to prepare a cold drink. With a relaxed sigh she
finally stretched herself out on the chair.
At the same time Barney climbed on the roof of his bungalow
to install the long promised parabola antenna. He sighed
remembering the argument which had proceeded it.
"Each and every evening we are over at Fred and Wilma and
then the only thing we watch is sports. The only thing that you
and Fred are watching", she corrected herself.
"But Betty...", was all he could say before she interrupted
him.
"Barney Rubbles I want my own satellite dish!"
"Ok Betty", he gave in.
Content Betty watched him climbing up. She was not so
fortunate as Wilma and turned her mind to her laundry again.
Since she and Wilma had a short chat over fences last evening,
while Fred and Barney attended another of those waterbuffalo
meetings, she couldn't finish the laundry as she had planned.
Luckily she was nearly over with it. The washer worked on the
last load of Barney shirts. Now all she had to do was to hang up
this basket of laundry on the clothesline.
One thing she and Wilma had talked about was the much to
often absence of their husbands and the lack of satisfaction
during the much to rare marital duties. Betty was glad to have
introduced her neighbour to some methods of obtaining relief.
Since then the giant sabretooth or other toys constantly
wandered between the two houses. At most one of the two women
tried to find new ways to use it on the other.
Whether it had been the hot summer evening or the growing
impatience of the females, she didn't knew. But their yesterday
encounter had not shown the expected results, not even after
they had moved to the shower. Both kept a certain itch which had
not been scratched. All their husbands were able to say was
"Good night Baby", then they had escaped into dreamland.
While she stepped to the clotheline Betty heared Barney hum
and whistle on the roof, but she couldn't see him.
"Stop that silly whistling, will you?" Fred cried angrily
at Barney.
"Ok, Freddyboy", she heared his reply.
Giggling Betties eyes fell on Fred whose sullen face showed
how much he liked this sort of job. A warm sensation grew inside
her.
"Well at least, I might do Wilma a favour", she thought.
She needed very long to prepare her laundry until she
heared Fred coming closer. Now she bend over slowly to get one
of the pieces. The blue robe stretched accross her bottom until
she moved up again so her chest was pressed forward. While she
repeated this any time he passed her, she noticed that Fred
stayed more and more time in her vicinity. Betty giggled
silently. She dared to peek over her shoulder and caught him
starring at her. Luckily he seemed not to have noticed it. She
streched up more to give him a better look of her silhouette.
Funny enough Wilma had a similar idea at the same time.
Lying in her deskchair she could watch Barney working on the
roof. The idea of helping Betty out made her giggle and the fact
that her friend would tell her later any detail of what had
happened gave her a warm sensation. Wilma rolled on her belly
and opened her top. Then she mimed to be asleep.
Her head rested on her arms, so she could watch Barney.
Fred barked something from the lawn which she couldn't
understand, but Barney replied giggling and only stopped
whistling but kept a silent hum. Any time he looked up or around
Wilma whiggled in the chair to catch his attention.
Fred, the poor aim of Betty's little show had finally
stopped close to where she filled the clotheline. For a few
moments a smile crept over his face while he starred at his
neighbour.
"Look how firm her breasts are", he thought, "I never
realized that they are bigger then Wilmas. And that butt might
rip the robe off when she bends only one more time".
The imagination of her butt peeking out of the blue fabric
made Fred sweat even more.
"Shut up Fred", he grunted at himself, "she is Barney's
wife!"
He hammerd his hand on his head and shook it. But he was
unable to move and to give up this exciting view. All he could
do was to lower himself and pretend a problem with the mower.
This way he could innocently watch Betty bending up and down.
Once she bend so deep that he was able to recognize her tiger
fur panties. He gasped and swallowed hard.
"Get out of here Fred or you will drive insane", he
murmured silently.
As Fred tried to rise, he realized that he got so turned on
that his manhood had erected. Blushing he immediately sunk down
again. There was probably no way to get away with it unnoticed.
So he forced his attention to the mower hoping for Betty to
finish and leave.
Barney was more lucky then Fred. After he finally realized
that Wilma was topless he couldn't get his eyes off her. By
slamming the hammer on the roof now and then he mimed to be
still at work. Indeed he glared at Wilmas back and eyed her up
and down.
"How this tight little butt might feel ...", he wondered
silently. "No, Barney, no! Don't even think of it. She is not
only your neighbour and your spouses best friend but also your
neighbours spouse!"
He shook his head, sighed and tried to get back to work.
"I wonder how her ti.. upper area might look like", he kept
on imaging and starring. "Maybe she will turn around... Barney!"
As if Wilma had read his mind she rolled over on her back
but left the bikini top beneath her.
"Well really! They are smaller then Betty's, but look great
anyway. And they would even fit my hands better...", he giggled
secretly but apruptly broke and swallowed.
While shaking his head again and drying up his sweaty
hands, he recognized that he had developed a rut. He swallowed.
As Wilma moved around in the chair, he turned halfway and slowly
restarted hammering the roof. His eyes however were glued to the
woman's body.
Wilma opened her eyes as she reheared the sound of Barney
working on the roof.
"Well, it was worth a try", she thought and giggled. "We'll
see whether it worked for Betty. OOps!"
She discovered that she was not only sweating on her
outside. Suddenly she felt the warmth growing in her. What was
meant to be a final look on Barney turned into a long lasting
stare. He showed her his side, so she could easily detect the
bulge in his fur.
"Now what do you say", she giggled. "I wonder if Barney is
a better gentleman then Fred..."
She sat up and started to oil her arms and legs. After this
she put an unhappy face and looked up at Barney. He needed a
moment to realize that Wilma was observing him. Barney got
uncomfortable since he didn't knew how to hide his treacherous
erection. But Wilma called him silently so he had no other
choice then to respond.
"Barney ... Barney!"
"Ahhhhm ... Yes, Wilma?"
"Barney, Fred is still mowing the lawn. And I get redder
and redder. Would you please be so kind to oil my back, so
tonight Fred won't mix me up with the brontoribs?"
"Yes ... naturally Wilma... Wait a down, I am right minute
in a there."
Barney nearly flew down the ladder and jumped over the
fence. Before he reached Wilma, for a short moment he saw Fred
kneeling beside the mower.
Freds mower repair seemed to last longer then Betty had
thought. Actually it did take so long that Betty finished
hanging up her laundry. Since Fred only sat there and tried to
hide his starring at her, she couldn't do anything else but sigh
and take the basket back into the house. Just before she lifted
it up, the unfamiliar gymnastics took effect. A short cramp in
her back nailed her for a moment in a bend over position. She
grasped the opportunity and squealed in pain while she dropped
the basket and stretched slowly.
Fred heared her whimper and saw her strange movement. With
whirling feet he crossed the fence and stopped next to Betty.
"What happened, Betty, may I help you?", he worrily asked.
"I don't know exactly", she replied, her pain all gone. "It
feels like a sting. Somewhere in my back. But that's no wonder
with all that laundry. It's about time that Barney gets me a
tumble dryer ... oouuuh."
Deep inside she had to giggle but pulled herself together.
"That little scrooge", Fred exclaimed. "I'll teach him a
how to take care of his sweet beloved one. Now, where is he?"
He looked around but could neither see nor hear Barney.
"Fred, don't bother him now. After all these weeks I
finally talked him into installing the parabola dish so we Wilma
and I will have a chance to watch the series we like to", she
giggled first but soon grimaced and pressed a hand on her back.
"Would you please help me in the house? No doubt it will be gone
in notime".
"Naturally, Betty. Anything you like. Just trust your old
neighbour Fred". He stretched his hand out. "Here, let me help
you up first ... No I got a better idea."
Without giving her time to think he lifted Betty up and
carried her into the house where he dropped her on the couch.
While she had layed in his arms, she tried tried to snuggle
innocently against him and rub her chest against his. After he
had put her down Betty saw that her little action had taken
effect on Fred who had a clear bulge in the lower part of his
dotted fur.
"Errr ... is there anything else I could do for you?", Fred
asked.
Betty thought for a moment. She still suffered from the way
he had held her. Trying to raise she ached and let herself fall
back.
"It would be nice if you would help me into the bedroom",
she whimpered. "... No! Just help me up, please", she exclaimed
before he could lift her again.
With one hand on her back she held herself at Freds
shoulder. Side by side they tapped into the Rubbles' dormatory.
Accross the room the french bed Betty had insisted on faced the
make-up table with it's huge mirror. It filled most of the room
and left just enough space for a small closet where she kept
blankets and hid her little toys. Groaning she sat down.
"Should I get Barney now?", Fred asked.
"No thank you. Don't bother him now. I am already feeling
a little better."
"Fine! I go and get the basket for you."
Before she could reply, Fred was out of the door. Only a
short moment later he came back.
"Where does the basket belong to?", he shouted after he had
reentered the house and stretched his head into the bedroom.
"Just put it somewhere. I'll take care of it later", Betty
answered. "Oh and Fred, would you do me another little favour?"
"Sure Betty. Just tell me what it is."
"Would you please bring me the small bottle of oil from the
table over there?"
She hurried to disrobe and held the blue fabric protectivly
in front of her. Beneath she wore nothing else then her panties
and her bare skin.
"Where? What bottle?", Fred asked while stepping to the
table.
"The blue one right in front of you."
She pointed at the table. Held only by one hand her robe
fell down and revealed her bossom. Fred couldn't but stare at
the pink glowing nipples which clearly stood out. He forgot his
erection which regained strength.
"Oh! I am sorry", Betty giggled innocently. "Sometimes I am
so clumpsy."
She held the rope up again then turned and laid down on her
stomach.
"And would you be so kind to give my back a massage? You
might use that oil for it."
Grunting Fred stumbled closer in disbeleave.
Barney was so fascinated from Wilmas slim backline that he
payed no attention to the sounds comming from his home. But
Wilma did. While stretching on the deckchair she secretly
giggled. How she liked to watch what Betty was trying. Well soon
enough she would get to know all of it.
She rested her head comfortable in her arms and waited for
Barneys strong little hand to touch her back. She knew her
breast would peek out below her chest and hoped that Barney
would enjoy the view. With an eyeblink she assured herself that
his manhood stood out at ease. Barney continued to stare at her
for a moment until he let the sunmilk rinse into his hand. He
rubbed his hands together and started to massage it into Wilmas
skin. Suddenly he giggled.
"I hope Betty will not catch us now. Or Fred."
"Why Barney?", she asked.
"I don't know what they would think if they would see me
with my hands on the back of your ... topless ... chest. But I
guess that were no friendly thoughts."
While doing small circles with his hands he giggled some
more. Much to soon he reached the waistband of her panties and
stopped.
"Oh com'on Barney. It's just a little neighbourly favour.
And by the way would you please oil up my legs, too?"
But it looks different", he mentioned after he had taken up
more oil.
Wilma spread her legs to give him access. Timid Barney
started at her ankles and slowly moved his hands upwards. As he
reached the midst of her thighs he stopped.
"I don't think so, don't worry. ... Barney do you want me
to carry red stripes on my thighs? Please be so kind to finish
them.", Wilma replied with a warm smile. "You sure don't mean it
would look ... indecent, do you Barney?"
They giggled together and Barney carefully spread the
sunmilk on the rest of the thighs.
"Now it would look even worse. Think about were my hands
are."
Wilma felt exactly where he had put his hands. And it felt
really good. A long time had passed since Fred stroked her
thighs as tender as Barney did now. The heat inside her grew
more and more. She knew she wouldn't led this opportunit slip
away.
"Barney Rubbles, do you have a dirty fantasy or do I
have?", she asked him.
They both started to giggle.
"Maybe we both have the same thoughts that Betty or Fred
would have", he replied.
This was lasting to long for Wilma. Impatiently dhe twisted
her hip. Her butt hit Barneys hand just as he was massaging her
inner thighs. The sudden touch made her groan. Before he could
react she answered on a remark he never did.
"I guess you are right, Barney. Since I may not have many
chances to get a tan, I should do it properly. But this means
that I'll need your services for yet another moment."
She reached down to pull off her panties. For the length of
a wink she was uncertain whether she really should do so. But
the heat in her made her doubt vanish in next to notime. Wilma
managed to work the panties down to her knees. Doing so she gave
him several opportunities to eye her womanly secrets.
"Barney, would you please help me and get them off for me?"
"D ... Do you really think this is a good idea, Wilma? I
.. I mean ... I think I'll better be going back to work", he
gasped.
Wilma moved up and turned to him.
"Don't be kidding Barney. You wouldn't leave me vulnerable
and unprotected to the sun like am now, would you? Please, just
a little bit more oil."
"I don't know whether I should really do this", he
resisted.
"Come now, Barney!", she encouraged him.
Heavily breathing he put his hands cautiously on Wilmas
butt while he peeked over his shouder checking whether Betty or
Fred would step around the corner. But nobody arrived. Hastily
he started to spread the sunmilk on her butt.
"I hope I get out of here soon", he thought. "And I think
I will have a surprise for Betty", he added to himself after a
quick look on his bulge.
Suddenly Wilma turned around. Barney froze as he realized
her unveiled view. From head to toe she was pure skin.
"Barney, are you sewating?", Wilma asked with a husky
voice. "Why don't you get the shirt off then?"
The blonde man had no time to resist, since Wilma
immediately pulled off his shirt. His panties could only
partially hold back his erection which she freed only a moment
later. She eyed his manhood before she gently stroked it.
Fred stumbled closer. Uncertain what to do he stood beside
the bed and starred at Betty. Then he opened the small bottle.
"Well, wait a minute", Betty suddenly stopped him. She sat
up and turned to him again. "You better get the shirt off, just
in case you might spill some oil."
Quickly she pulled the shirt above his head. His grunted
protest seeped away in the fur. Once his head was burried
beneath it she took her time. Fumbling a lot she could get a
clear view of the bulge in his panties. Finally she put the fur
away and looked over him.
"And you wouldn't like these getting soaked as well, do
you?", she asked while grabbing his panties and pulling them
down to his ankles.
"B ... But ... But Betty", Fred uttered. He tried to hide
his crotch beneth his hands. "What are you doing? Wilma ..."
"Wilma knows what there is and I doubt she would like to
wash oil stains out of it", Betty interrupted him. "And from
what I saw, there is nothing which you would need to hide", she
continued giggling. "But to be fair, I will get off mine as
well."
Betty bend upwards and slowly pulld down the waistband of
her panties. Slowly her private parts became visible. Fred
forgot his unease and watched her small black fur appearing from
beneath the panties. His lips whispered a silent protest but
soon he stopped and stood there with wide open eyes. As Betty
pulled her panties over her ankles he was able to see her pink
flesh peeking out for a moment, then she threw the panties away
and whirled around to lay down again.
"Would you please massage me now, Fred?", she asked and
wiggled with her bare butt.
Fred was so fascinated from her view, that he didn't note
the agility with which she had moved.
"Are ... Arrgh ... Are you really sure I should?", he
asked.
"Yes, Fred."
Fred was a great mechanic and had lots of ideas how to make
his life more comfortable but he was never much good at
massaging someone. After he put some oil in his hand, he petted
it on Bettys back. Fred tried hard not to come to close to her
butt. Soon Betty started to giggle and wind around.
"Oh no, Fred. That's not the way how to massage someone.
Didn't Wilma show you?". After he grunted something which she
took as no, Betty continued, "Then let me show you how it is
done."
Giggling she stood up.
"Lay down Fred", she told him, taking the oil bottle away.
After a quick look at his erection she continued, "I think you
better lay down on your back or you will drill a hole in the
mattress."
Uneased Fred lowerd on the bed as Betty had told him. His
eyes were glued on her womenhood which she presented him between
her slightly spread legs. Now he was able to see the pink
glistening lips. Inoluntary he licked his lips.
"Now look", betty interrupted him. "Take the oil like that,
rub it between your hands and then start the massage by doing
small circles with your hands while you add just a little
pressue."
Fascinated Fred followed the bows her butt painted in the
air. But the more she closed in to his erection the more he
tried to escape.
"I ... I think you should stop now", he grunted, "I think
.. I got the picture and ..."
Before he could finish Betty whirled aside, jumped on the
bed and kneeld on his legs.
"Not until you know exactly how a message should be done",
she giggled.
Betty started to massage his belly and slowly moved upwards
until she felt his erection pressing against her lap. She
started to rub her labia against his shaft. His eyes yet wide
open Fred starred down.
"Betty ...", he moaned, but was interrupted by her lips
which she pressed on his mouth.
Hher tongue darting into it and soon fondled his. By slowly
lifting her hips she scented his erection. Fred could feel her
moan more then he heared it. Soon after this he felt her warm
sex slip over his shaft. Betty didn't stop until its whole
length was burried deep inside her.
"W ... Wilma ... ahhh ... I think I heared Betty call ...
I better go now and look what she wants ...", Barney uttered
while winding to escape from her hands.
"Don't be silly Barney. You wouldn't like to step before
her eyes like that, would you? And besides that, I heared
nothing."
Wilma held him at his most sensitive extremity and
prevented Barney's escape. Instead he had to follow her pull and
stepped closer.
"But I am sure she called me. Bye Wil ... Wilma", he tried
again.
There was no answer since the red haired woman had closed
her lips around his shaft and tickled it with her tongue.
Rubbing all over his shaft and scenting it with her stamina she
slowly sucked it in. It was much larger then she had expected
from Betty's hints, but nevertheless she could burry his full
erection into her mouth. As slowly as before Wilma released it
and concentrated on the top of his spear.
Barney's knees trembled and weakness seized him. Although
he held himself at Wilmas head, he had to sink to his knees.
Giggling Wilma released him.
"Oh Barney, you're so smart", she giggled and moved back a
bit.
After spreading her legs, she took him by the shoulder and
pushed him down. Barney showed no resistance any more. He
starred at her pink pussy. The few thin red hairs framing it,
gave her a girlish appearance down there. He did not realize
that he was bend over. All he could note now was Wilmas pussy
coming closer and closer. Finally his mouth was pressed on it.
Wilma's scents seeped over his lips, as he suddenly awoke
from his trance and tried to protest. His words vanished
unheared. Barney tasted her sweet and bitter fluids and was
surprised how good it
tasted. Carefully he kissed her labia, then licked over his
lips. The taste seemed to become better and better. Never
before he had tasted a woman, not even Betty. But now he felt
the urge to obtain it right from the spring. Eagerly Barney
penetrated her lips with his tongue and licked her moist
interior.
Timidly he touched her with the tip of his tongue first.
Soon he became braver and put more of his tongue into her. With
slow, long strokes he crossed through her pussy and sometimes
even whirled it around her little knob. After this he changed to
fast and short strokes which brought him close to the entrance
of her love channel. Suprised he noted that he liked this better
and better. Deep inside he remembered vaguely the many times
Betty had asked him to eat her and felt sorry for letting her
down so often.
Moaning Wilma pressed his head on her pussy. His tongue
whirled around in her and his nose rubbed over her clit. From
her frequent encounters with Betty, Wilma had thought she knew
how it felt to get licked and sucked. But Barney did it so
differently, that it felt like the very first time. The longer
he dugged in her, the hornier she became. Wilma wiggled her hips
and humped them against Barney's face. Suddenly she cramped her
hands in his hair. Her body was shaken by convulsions. Changing
between moaning and squeaking she came below Barney and flooded
his mouth with fresh juices.
Surprised Barney tried to withdraw but Wilma held him so
tight, he couldn't move. After a while she calmed down again.
"Oh Barney!", she moaned and let him go so Barney could
lift up.
"Did I hurt you, Wilma?", he asked worried.
She looked in his face which was stained with her scents,
then she eyed over his body. As she saw his erection still
pointing at her she swallowed. Her horniess overwhelmed her.
"Come and fuck me, you wild little caveman!", she
commanded in a husky voice.
To her own surprise the words just squirted from her.
Barney blushed.
"What?", he replied in astonishment.
"I said come up and fuck my hot little cunt", Wilma
repeated and spread her pussylips.
Fred never used such explicit words so she was unfamiliar
with them until Betty had introduced them to Wilma. It was not
until much later when she told Betty about this that Wilma
blushed herself. But now all she wanted was to feel Barney's
erection thrust into her.
"I never thought that you knew such words.", Barney
giggled. "You are just like Betty. Only that she always makes me
talk the same way"
He tried to crawl between Wilma's legs. He grabbed his hard
shaft to guide it into her but Wilma stopped him.
"No, not that way. Take me the old fashioned way."
Hastily she climbed down and turned around. Kneeling before
the chair she rested her head on her arms. Her butt almost
pressed against Barney.
"Don't waist your time. Stuff it in!", she commanded.
Barney moved into position but hesitated. A few times he
rubbed his shaft then he pressed it against her vulva. Slowly he
rubbed over it and giggled while Wilma's moaning beacame more
intense.
"Do you really want me to push my cock into your ...
pussy?", he teased her.
Her groaning was demanding enough. He pressed upwards until
his erection shoved into her love channel.
"Oh yes, Barney", she whimpered. "Deeper!"
Wilma pushed against him. With closed eyes she clawed into
the deckchair. Barney leaned forward trying to reach her breasts
without breaking his rhythm. She felt his stomach rubbing at her
back and finally his hands grabbed her hills. While using his
grip to guide her against his thrusts, Barney kneaded her soft
flesh and sometimes flicked over her nipples.
Wilma responded with louder and louder moans. Her sounds
mixed with Barney's high grunts as he thrusted his member deeper
and deeper into her. None payed attention to the sounds which
came from the neighbouing house. Finally Barney pressed Wilma
against his trembling body. He yelled up and giggled while his
cum evaded into her pussy. Wilma continued to massage his shaft
with her muscles until Barney collapsed on her back.
Heavily breathing Wilma opened her eyes. Barney gently
stroked her breasts. After some moments he lifted himself up.
His member still in her pussy he petted her butt.
"Oh Barney, don't stop now ...", she whimpered.
"I am sorry Wilma, but my ... little fellow needs a break
now", he replied giggling. "But ... I could lick you again, if
you like", he suggested.
"Yes, please", she moaned.
Quickly he pulled out. Pressing her thighs together Wilma
turned and sat down. She respread her legs und watched Barney
bend down. Her moanings accompanied his thrusting tongue. Barney
suddenly realized that his cum still was inside her. The sweet
scent he had expected tasted much saltier now. But bravely he
licked her pink flesh as persistent as before and did not stop
until Wilma yelled up in another trembling orgasm.
After a final kiss he sat up and watched Wilma. Relaxed she
leaned against the chair and slowly calmed down. Finally she got
on her knees, took his head in her hands and kissed him. Her
tongue penetrated his lips. Meeting Barnes's tongue she took the
taste of their mixed fluids away.
"Thank you, Barney", she whispered, "that was so sweet of
you."
"You're welcome, Wilma. The pleasure was all mine", he
giggled.
A moment later he suddenly stopped and looked around.
"I really should hurry now. Betty or Fred could appear any
moment", he explained.
"You are right, Barney. But don't worry. Should someone
show up, I'll stop them long enough for you to escape".
Smiling she reached him his panties and shirt and watched
him disappear. After a long and relaxed sigh she dressed herself
and went to the shower.
Groaning Fred twisted his eyes while Betty's muscles
wrapped around his shaft massaging it all over. She bend up and
started to ride him. Her movements became faster and faster
unitl she was able to built up a steady rhythm. Much to soon
Fred too tried to thrust into her.
"Don't ... hop around, Fred. Just lie ... down and ...
enjoy my cunt", Betty told him.
Her words were interrupted by a few moans and sighs. She
had not imagined that his erection would fill her up that much.
Its size pressed against her tunnel and it's rubbing against her
flesh increased her horniness. She tried to keep a steady grip
with her muscles while she moved up and down.
"That's what I call ... a massage", Fred murmured in
excitement.
Through the mirror he could watch her backside while at the
same time he saw her front. He suddenly felt as if two women
were riding him. Although unfamiliar with being below, he fought
his urge to get on top so he could enjoy the views and the
strange new excitement it gave him. But he grabbed her hips
trying to hold her and to thrust into her.
"Don't, Fred!", she exclaimed.
Betty took his hand and held them at his side. She managed
to combine his hasty thrusts with her riding. Without stopping
she bend over again and rubbed her breasts at his chest. Her
nipples darted into him and finally flipped over his own.
"Oh Betty, you're a ... terrific massager", he moaned.
"You like ... my tits at your chest ... my hard nipples and
.. my juicy cunt?"
"Yeah! How could you ask .. Don't dare to stop now!", he
groaned.
"I won't. But tell me ... what you like most ..."
"Your ... Your t ... Your ... cu...", Fred swallowed hard.
"Oh, I can't say it!", he whimpered.
"Don't worry", she giggled. "It's not that ... important as
long ... as you enjoy it!", she calmed him down.
Seeing this strong man grind almost helplessly beneath her
made Betty giggle even more. She stretched to kiss him and probe
his mouth with her tongue. Fred eagerly replied and forgot
thrusting for a while. Gasping for air he finally broke the
kiss. Watching his cock move in and out of her in the mirror, he
let himself fall into her rhythm, supporting it with small
movements of his hips. Both their moanings became louder and
wilder.
"I think ... I'll put some ... more oil on ..."
Betty could hardly understand his murmured words which
alarmed her. She felt how he fell out of the rhythm and started
trembling. After a few grunts and groans he grinned silly, bend
up and with a loud "Yabadabadoo!" he spurted his ejaculate into
her grotto.
Betty stopped her wild ride, trying to milk his shaft with
her vagina and to catch his shots. Finally he relaxed and fell
back. Fred sighed. Hastily Betty jumped ab. She whirled around.
Nailing his arms and hands to the bed with her knees she sat on
his face. Betty pressed her pussy against his mouth and bend
down to swallow his still erect member.
Fred grunted into her moist flesh. Salty driplets mixed up
with her sweet juice flooded into his mouth. He winded but could
not break free and finally had to swallow the mixture. Meanwhile
Betty sucked and licked him until even the last trace of his cum
had disappeared. Gasping for air and moaning she threw her head
back.
"Com'on Freddy, lick my cunt ... clean me up ...", she
moaned.
His body stiffened for a moment until he got used to the
strange taste. Soon she felt his tongue whirl inside her. Again
and again Fred's chin pushed against her clit while he tried to
penetrate her as deep as possible. Probing her interior almost
felt as if a second cock of his would thrust into her. Betty
moaned louder and loulder and pushed herself down on him. Almost
out of air, Fred felt Betty clawing into his legs and heared her
high squeals as an orgasm shook her body.
Betty collapsed on his legs. At last he was able to gasp
for air again. A few shots of his cum had hit her face. While
they layed down and relaxed Betty suddenly heared Fred's snore
which became louder and louder. Giggling she rolled down from
him and stood up. Gently she stroked his limp member then shook
him at the shoulder.
"Hrmph ...Wwhat's the matter? ... Where am I", he uttered
and looked around. "Betty! So this was not just a dream. ... Oh
my! Wilma will rip me to pieces!"
Betty giggled an kissed his nose before she helped him up.
"Wilma will know nothing about this. Unless you tell her,
naturally."
"I won't! I am not suicidal!"
"Hurry now, Fred. Barney might return any moment", she
giggled.
She searched his clothes and Fred dressed up. He hurried
through the door but returned to kiss Betty.
"Thank you, Betty!", he said with a warm smile.
The slamming door marked that Fred had left. Betty giggled
again. She wondered what Barney was doing. With a sigh she
remembered her laundry but decided to take a shower first.
Wilma had talked Fred into a barbeque with the Rubbles.
Together they enjoyed the sunset and chatted. Barney had
finished his work which led the men start a discussion on the
benefits of a second dish. After dinner Fred and Barney went
over to the Rubbles house to 'tune in the channels'. Giggling
the women watched them disappear.
"You know that they will be gone for almost an hour?",
Betty asked.
"Probably two hours. Sport news are about to start."
Both women giggled. Then Betty leaned over to Wilma.
"Tell me. How was it?", she whispered.
"No need to whisper, Betty", Wilma replied. "It went
exactly as planned. He saw me, came down to help me and did me.
And you, Betty?"
"It was not as easy as I previously thought", Betty
admitted. "I had to pretend a cramp in my back until he brought
me into the house. But after this I was successfull."
They broke into laughter.
"What was Barney's excuse?", Wilma asked.
"Unexpected technical problems", Betty replied," And
Fred's."
"A mower repair. He even named you as witness!"
They laughed again until Betty shook Wilmas arm.
"And could you do all of it?"
"Even more. Barney sucked me - he was great ..."
"He really did?", Betty wondered. "Was he as great as I
am?"
Her hand sneaked below Wilmas dress.
"Betty!", the red hared exclaimed but let her girlfriend
have her way. "Naturally not. But I came like hell. Then he
fucked me from behind..."
"You mean ..."
"No, not that behind ... not yet", Wilma giggled. "Oh my
god!" She blushed as she remebered the scene. "I even used dirty
words. And I became so horny doing it ... Oh no, I did it
again!" She sighed. "Betty, what have you done!"
"I ...", but Wilma signed Betty to let her finish.
"After Barney had come, he even cleaned me up and I came
again."
"That little dirty weasel!", Betty spit out. "He never did
this to me. You know that he never even licked me. 'It's to
disgusting'", she mimed Barney. "I'll teach him disgusting!"
"I doubt that he will refuse it from now on", Wilma giggled
and put her hand beneath Betty's dress as well. "But now you
tell me. What did you do with Fred?"
"Well not as much as you. I just showed him how to give a
massage, then I rode him until he shot his cum into me. And when
he was nearlly finished spurting I changed and sucked him while
I led him clean me up."
"He cleaned you up?", Wilma wondered. "And he allowed you
to ride him? You lucky one! I always have to lay down and then
.."
"... a few grunts and groans and a Yabadabadoo", they
finished in one voice and laughed again.
"Right!. It has been a perfect day. And you have to tell me
more about it later." She felt Wilmas finger gently tipping
against her pussy. "But Wilma ...",
"Yes, Betty?"
"We better take our hands away or we will have to think
about something for tomorrow."
With a sigh the women stopped their teasing.
"Why not?", Wilma suddenly asked. "Why not continue
tomorrow?"
"No not tomorrow. I guess I'll have to expect Barney's
affection tomorrow."
"Oh yes. I hope Fred will not stay behind ..."
"If so, just come over in the evening", Betty calmed her.
"But don't forget that the kids will be back by late afternoon."
They thought calmly for a while.
"Next month!", Betty suddenly broke the silence. "In five
weeks the kids are out again and there is the big annual
water-buffallo meeting", she explained.
" As usal no spouses allowed", Wilma continued.
"But nevertheless lot's of pretty women", Betty added.
"Let's go there and wait. I know the catering service, so we
might sneak in and watch them. We could even bribe two of the
girls to give Fred and Barney a special treatment. We surprise
them and leave offended. Short after it they scratch at our door
and beg for pardon. They will deny anything but we repeat the
special treatment as proof. If they don't get a hard-on by that,
I don't know. But I doubt and we will get what we want."
"Marital duties", Wilma giggled. "You have brilliant ideas,
Betty. But I think it's unfair to set a trap for them. And I
really don't like the idea of two women fooling around with
those two."
"Only if we may watch them. We are able to interrupt any
time then. Ok?"
Wilma thought for a moment.
"It's a deal!"
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