She shouldn't but she wants too...

"Oh, John," Wilma breathes softly, her small hand tracing over the bulge in your animal skin tunic, her fingers wrapping around the fur covered cock as she looks up at you shyly. "I... I really shouldn't be doing this!" The attractive cavewoman moans even as her grip on your cock tightens, her tongue running over her lips as you reach behind her, letting her flame red hair out of it?s bun to fall around her shoulders. "But... but I want you! I want you to show me what I've been missing."She admits, leaning against you, her lips hot on your neck.

"Wilma," You whisper to her, your fingers combing through her thick hair as her hand continues to caress your hard cock, "I'll teach you everything you want to know." You promise her, your fingers sliding down her neck to the simple clasp that holds her white tunic together.  "I'll show you what you've been missing, what Fred's never shown you." You assure her as you slowly undo the stone clasp, the white animal skin falling down to reveal the smooth skin of her perfect breasts.   One hand moves down, your fingers running around the small pink nipples, noticing how her entire body trembles at your touch.  Your lips kiss along her collarbone, slowly traveling down the deep valley between her tits, her fingers scrapping along your scalp as she holds you close, pressing your mouth against her skin as she mews softly in pleasure.  You kiss around one breast, focusing on the sensitive underside for a few minutes before your mouth fastens on the hard nub of her nipple.

"Oh, fuck!" Wilma moans, her grip on your cock convulsing almost painfully as your tongue traces around her pink aureole. Your hands slide down her bare back, pushing the loose white tunic slowly off her hips as you continue to lavish attention on her heaving breasts. Your fingers slide over her smooth skin, sliding between her thighs to feel the wet hot heat of her arousal. "I've... I've never... never been touched like this!" Mrs. Flintstone gasps, her back arching as she tries to **** more of her ample breast into your eager mouth.

"How does Fred normally fuck you?" You ask curiously, wondering at her reaction to the most mundane foreplay. Her pale skin is flushed with excitement as you lift your head from her nipple as your fingers continue to trace along the contours of her wet sex. "He's never touched you like this?" You ask incredously.

"N...no," Wilma confesses, looking at you in amazement at how you are making her body sing with pleasure. "He... when he's hard he just... just pushes me down on the floor and sticks it in me. Four or five thrusts and he's done... he's never... never touched me... made me feel like you!"

You are amazed at revelation until you remember that despite all the semi-modern conveniences around you, he's still a caveman, a primitive compared to you so his sexual approach would be as primitive.  "Well, my dear," You say with a smile, your tongue stretching out to lick the hard nub of her nipple, "I'm going to show you pleasure unlike Fred's ever thought of."

"Wha?" the beautiful cavewoman starts to ask only to have what she was about to say cut off in a loud moan of pleasure as your fingers slide easily into wet pussy.  Your thumb strokes her hard little clit as your fingers curve deep into her vagina, stroking the sensitive inner walls.  "Ahhhh," Mrs. Flintstone cries out, her body arching up off the couch as you feel her juices gush into your hand, her vagina clamping tightly around your thrusting fingers.  You continue to frig your fingers further into her pussy as she cums again and again, until finally she slumps down to the sofa, her red hair plastered to her sweaty forehead as she looks up at you in amazement.  "no... no one's ever... touched me like that," She pants, her eyes falling to her crotch where you hand still cups her flooded cunt.

"And that was just the beginning," You assure her, pulling your fur tunic off, sitting naked beside the sweaty, sexy housewife. "How big is Fred's cock?" You ask, seeing Wilma looking at your erection rather skeptically. "Is it larger or smaller then mine?"