Bedrock's Naughty Nights: A Prehistoric Passion

Chapter 1: Fred Flintstone - "The Mammoth's Gift"

Fred Flintstone, a burly, barrel-chested man with a hearty laugh and a mind as sharp as a dull rock, was the epitome of a loving husband and father. But tonight, as he sat by the fire, his mind wandered to thoughts of his wife, Wilma, and the ancient artifact he'd found earlier that day - a small, intricately carved stone phallus, its purpose unknown until now.

Wilma, her fiery red hair cascading down her back, was a picture of domesticity, preparing a stone-age stew for their daughter, Pebbles. Fred watched her, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew what he wanted to do with that artifact, and it involved Wilma, the fire, and a lot of primal passion.

"Wilma," Fred began, his voice a low rumble, "I found something today. Something... interesting."

Wilma turned, her eyes widening as Fred held up the artifact. "Fred, what is that?"

"It's a... well, I think it's a tool for pleasure," Fred said, his cheeks flushing. "I thought we could... you know, give it a try."

Wilma's eyes sparkled with curiosity and desire. "Fred Flintstone, you dirty caveman. I like where your mind is going."

Fred grinned, his dimples deepening. He set the artifact down, the stone phallus glinting in the firelight. "Wilma, I want to make you feel things you've never felt before."

Wilma's breath hitched as Fred stepped closer, his hands reaching for her waist. He pulled her close, his lips finding hers in a searing kiss. His hands roamed her body, tracing the curves of her hips, the softness of her breasts. Wilma moaned, her body pressing against Fred's, feeling the hardness of his desire.

Fred broke the kiss, his lips trailing down Wilma's neck, his hands untying the laces of her animal-skin dress. The dress fell to the ground, leaving Wilma in nothing but her undergarments. Fred's eyes darkened, his gaze taking in every inch of her body.

"Fred," Wilma whispered, her voice husky, "I want to see you too."

Fred grinned, his hands pulling at his own clothes, revealing his muscular body. Wilma's eyes widened, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. Fred chuckled, "Like what you see, Wilma?"

Wilma nodded, her hands reaching out to touch Fred's chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. Fred groaned, his hands pulling Wilma's undergarments down, leaving her bare. He picked her up, carrying her to their bed of furs.

Fred laid Wilma down, his hands spreading her legs. He looked at her, his eyes filled with desire. "Wilma, I'm going to make you feel so good."

Wilma moaned as Fred's head dipped between her legs, his tongue finding her center. He licked and sucked, his hands gripping her thighs, holding her in place. Wilma writhed, her hands fisting the furs beneath her, her body building towards release.

"Fred," Wilma cried out, her body tensing, "I'm going to... I'm going to..."

Fred looked up, his eyes locked with Wilma's. "Come for me, Wilma," he growled.

Wilma's body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her. Fred watched, his own desire building. He stood, his hand wrapping around the artifact. He rubbed it, feeling it grow harder, mimicking his own desire.

Wilma watched, her eyes wide, her body still trembling from her orgasm. "Fred, what are you going to do with that?"

Fred grinned, his eyes filled with mischief. "I'm going to make you come again, Wilma. And this time, it's going to be with this."

Fred knelt between Wilma's legs, his hands spreading her wide. He rubbed the artifact against her, feeling her wetness. Wilma moaned, her body arching, her hips lifting off the bed.

Fred pushed the artifact inside Wilma, his eyes locked with hers. He moved it in and out, his pace steady, his rhythm building. Wilma's body responded, her hips moving in time with Fred's movements, her moans filling the air.

Fred felt Wilma's body tense, her orgasm building. He moved faster, his hand gripping the artifact tighter. Wilma screamed, her body convulsing, her orgasm ripping through her. Fred felt her body milking the artifact, his own desire building.

Fred pulled the artifact out, his hand replacing it with his own hardness. He pushed inside Wilma, his body moving in sync with hers. Wilma's body welcomed him, her legs wrapping around him, her hips lifting to meet his.

Fred's body tensed, his orgasm building. He looked at Wilma, her body flushed, her eyes filled with desire. "Wilma," Fred groaned, "I'm going to... I'm going to..."

Wilma's body tensed, her own orgasm building. "Come with me, Fred," she moaned.

Fred's body convulsed, his orgasm ripping through him. Wilma's body responded, her own orgasm building, her body milking Fred's. They came together, their bodies entwined, their moans filling the air.

Fred collapsed on top of Wilma, his body spent, his heart pounding. Wilma wrapped her arms around him, her body still trembling. "Fred Flintstone," she whispered, "you've outdone yourself."

Fred grinned, his body still inside Wilma's. "I aim to please, Wilma. I aim to please."

Chapter 2: Wilma Flintstone - "The Art of Seduction"

Wilma Flintstone, a woman of strength and intelligence, was no stranger to the pleasures of the flesh. But after her encounter with Fred and the ancient artifact, she found herself craving more. She wanted to explore her desires, to push her boundaries, and she knew just the man to help her - her best friend, Betty Rubble.

Betty, a curvaceous woman with a heart of gold, was a willing participant in Wilma's plan. She had always admired Wilma's confidence and wanted to learn from her. So, when Wilma invited her over for a "girls' night," Betty eagerly accepted, unaware of the steamy surprises that awaited her.

Wilma prepared for Betty's arrival, her body tingling with anticipation. She wore a dress made of soft, supple animal hide, the neckline plunging to reveal her cleavage. She left her hair loose, cascading down her back in fiery waves. She wanted to look desirable, to feel desirable, and she knew Betty would appreciate the effort.

Betty arrived, her eyes widening as she took in Wilma's appearance. "Wilma, you look... stunning," she stammered.

Wilma smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Thank you, Betty. I wanted to look my best for our... special night."

Betty's curiosity piqued, she followed Wilma into the Flintstone home. Wilma led her to the bed of furs, where a selection of fruits, nuts, and a jug of mead awaited them. She sat down, patting the fur beside her for Betty to join her.

"Wilma, what's all this about?" Betty asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Wilma turned to Betty, her eyes filled with desire. "Betty, I want to show you something. I want to show you what it's like to be desired, to desire, without shame or guilt."

Betty's breath hitched, her body responding to Wilma's words. "Wilma, I... I don't know what to say."

Wilma smiled, her hand reaching out to touch Betty's cheek. "You don't have to say anything, Betty. Just feel."

Wilma leaned in, her lips brushing against Betty's. Betty hesitated for a moment before responding, her lips parting, her tongue darting out to meet Wilma's. Wilma moaned, her body pressing against Betty's, her hands roaming Betty's body.

Betty's hands reached for Wilma, her fingers tracing the lines of her muscles, her body responding to Wilma's touch. Wilma broke the kiss, her lips trailing down Betty's neck, her hands untying the laces of Betty's dress.

Betty's dress fell to the ground, leaving her in nothing but her undergarments. Wilma's eyes darkened, her gaze taking in every inch of Betty's body. "Betty, you're beautiful," she whispered.

Betty blushed, her body responding to Wilma's words. "Wilma, I... I've never done this before."

Wilma smiled, her fingers tracing the line of Betty's collarbone. "It's okay, Betty. We'll go slow. We'll explore together."

Wilma's hands reached for Betty's undergarments, pulling them down. She looked at Betty, her body bare, her eyes filled with desire. "Betty, I want to make you feel good."

Betty nodded, her body responding to Wilma's words. Wilma's hands spread Betty's legs, her head dipping between them. She licked and sucked, her tongue finding Betty's center, her hands gripping Betty's thighs, holding her in place.

Betty moaned, her body writhing, her hands fisting the furs beneath her. Wilma's tongue moved faster, her rhythm building, her body responding to Betty's moans. Betty's body tensed, her orgasm building.

"Wilma," Betty cried out, her body convulsing, "I'm going to... I'm going to..."

Wilma looked up, her eyes locked with Betty's. "Come for me, Betty," she growled.

Betty's body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her. Wilma watched, her own desire building. She stood, her hands reaching for the artifact Fred had used on her. She rubbed it, feeling it grow harder, mimicking her own desire.

Betty watched, her eyes wide, her body still trembling from her orgasm. "Wilma, what are you going to do with that?"

Wilma grinned, her eyes filled with mischief. "I'm going to make you come again, Betty. And this time, it's going to be with this."

Wilma knelt between Betty's legs, her hands spreading her wide. She rubbed the artifact against Betty, feeling her wetness. Betty moaned, her body arching, her hips lifting off the bed.

Wilma pushed the artifact inside Betty, her eyes locked with hers. She moved it in and out, her pace steady, her rhythm building. Betty's body responded, her hips moving in time with Wilma's movements, her moans filling the air.

Wilma felt Betty's body tense, her orgasm building. She moved faster, her hand gripping the artifact tighter. Betty screamed, her body convulsing, her orgasm ripping through her. Wilma felt Betty's body milking the artifact, her own desire building.

Wilma pulled the artifact out, her hand replacing it with her own fingers. She pushed inside Betty, her body moving in sync with hers. Betty's body welcomed her, her legs wrapping around Wilma, her hips lifting to meet hers.

Wilma's body tensed, her orgasm building. She looked at Betty, her body flushed, her eyes filled with desire. "Betty," Wilma moaned, "I'm going to... I'm going to..."

Betty's body responded, her own orgasm building. "Come with me, Wilma," she moaned.

Wilma's body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her. Betty's body responded, her own orgasm building, her body milking Wilma's. They came together, their bodies entwined, their moans filling the air.

Wilma collapsed on top of Betty, her body spent, her heart pounding. Betty wrapped her arms around Wilma, her body still trembling. "Wilma," she whispered, "that was... that was incredible."

Wilma smiled, her body still inside Betty's. "I'm glad you think so, Betty. Because I have a feeling this is just the beginning."

Chapter 3: Barney Rubble - "The Art of Surrender"

Barney Rubble, Betty's husband and Wilma's friend, was a man of many talents. He was a skilled caveman, a loving husband, and a loyal friend. But he had a secret - he craved submission, the chance to let go of control, to surrender to another's will. And he knew just the woman to help him - Wilma Flintstone.

Wilma, after her steamy encounter with Betty, felt empowered, confident, and ready to explore more. When Barney approached her with his secret, she saw an opportunity to help a friend and satisfy her own desires. She agreed to help Barney, but on one condition - he had to trust her completely.

Barney nodded, his eyes filled with determination. "I trust you, Wilma. I'll do whatever you say."

Wilma smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Good. Because I have a few... ideas."

Wilma led Barney to her and Fred's bed of furs, her mind racing with possibilities. She wanted to push Barney's boundaries, to help him explore his desires, but she also wanted to make it safe, consensual, and fun.

"Barney," Wilma began, her voice firm, "I want you to undress. Slowly."

Barney nodded, his hands reaching for the laces of his animal-skin tunic. He pulled it off, revealing his muscular chest. Wilma's eyes darkened, her gaze taking in every inch of Barney's body.

"Pants too," Wilma commanded, her voice barely above a whisper.

Barney obeyed, his hands pulling down his pants, leaving him bare. Wilma looked at him, her body responding to the sight of his naked form.

"Lie down, Barney," Wilma ordered, her voice firm.

Barney lay down on the bed of furs, his body tense, his eyes locked with Wilma's. Wilma smiled, her hands reaching for a length of soft, supple animal hide. She tied it around Barney's wrists, binding them together.

Barney's eyes widened, his body tensing. "Wilma, what are you doing?"

Wilma smiled, her hands tracing the line of Barney's chest. "I'm giving you what you want, Barney. I'm taking control."

Barney's body relaxed, his eyes filled with trust. Wilma smiled, her hands reaching for a bowl of honey she'd prepared earlier. She dipped her fingers in, her hands trailing the honey across Barney's chest, his abs, his thighs.

Barney moaned, his body responding to Wilma's touch. Wilma leaned down, her tongue licking the honey off Barney's body. She started at his chest, her tongue trailing down his abs, her hands gripping his thighs, holding him in place.

Barney's body tensed, his moans filling the air. Wilma looked up, her eyes locked with his. "Barney, you taste delicious," she whispered.

Barney's body responded, his hips lifting off the bed. Wilma smiled, her hands reaching for the hardness between his legs. She wrapped her fingers around him, feeling him grow harder in her hand.

"Wilma," Barney moaned, "I... I can't hold back."

Wilma looked up, her eyes filled with mischief. "I didn't tell you to hold back, Barney. I want you to come. I want you to let go."

Wilma's hand moved faster, her rhythm building. Barney's body responded, his hips lifting, his moans filling the air. Wilma felt Barney's body tense, his orgasm building.

"Wilma," Barney cried out, "I'm going to... I'm going to..."

Wilma looked up, her eyes locked with Barney's. "Come for me, Barney," she growled.

Barney's body convulsed, his orgasm ripping through him. Wilma watched, her own desire building. She released Barney's wrists, her hands reaching for her own clothes, pulling them off.

Barney watched, his body spent, his eyes filled with desire. "Wilma, what are you doing?"

Wilma smiled, her body straddling Barney's. "I'm going to make you come again, Barney. And this time, it's going to be with me."

Barney's body responded, his desire building. Wilma's hands guided him inside her, her body moving in sync with his. Barney's hands reached for Wilma, his fingers digging into her hips, his body lifting to meet hers.

Wilma's body tensed, her orgasm building. She looked at Barney, his body flushed, his eyes filled with desire. "Barney," Wilma moaned, "I'm going to... I'm going to..."

Barney's body responded, his own orgasm building. "Come with me, Wilma," he moaned.

Wilma's body convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her. Barney's body responded, his own orgasm building, his body milking Wilma's. They came together, their bodies entwined, their moans filling the air.

Wilma collapsed on top of Barney, her body spent, her heart pounding. Barney wrapped his arms around Wilma, his body still trembling. "Wilma," he whispered, "that was... that was incredible."

Wilma smiled, her body still inside Barney's. "I'm glad you think so, Barney. Because I have a feeling this is just the beginning."