The best day ever

He really did try to get up quietly and avoid walking up either Betty or Wilma. It was hard, since both of them were lying naked on top of him. But he did try. But as he tried to slowly slither down away from, both seemed to wake up. They had insisted that they make him breakfast, and he focus on getting ready for work. Breakfast was a lavish affair, toasted bread, sausages, pterodactyl eggs. Toast was the talk of the cultural scene, using the brand new fire and stick technology. Barney had to admit that it was pretty good.

He got up to clear his plate, but the girls shooed him away, telling him to get dressed for work, and put a comb through his hair. "Look at my handsome husband," Betty sighed as he exited their dressing cave.

"He looks absolutely scrumptious," Wilma eyed him up and down. Both of them had a hungry look in their eyes. Barney blushed, and stammered out a thank you. Everyone was being so nice to him. He thought it over a second and decided to grab his spear with the cool new spearhead on his way out. Better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it. Betty gave him a big, sloppy kiss as he went out, while Wilma stared at them jealously. He waved goodbye to Wilma and she sprung up and hugged him instead.

"I think you girls should probably get dressed now," he said to the two naked cavewomen in his cave. They nodded absent-mindedly as they stared at his arms. "Well, I'm off to the Spelaeomys races." He had the distinct notion that both ladies were staring his backside as he left.

He got into his Cavemobile, and headed off to his job. He left early to make sure he had plenty of time to arrive. He didn't ever want to be late to his work. As far as he could tell, he was on thin ice with his work. His boss, Mr. Gypsum, didn't seem to like him. Barney was new to the work, still on probation. He sold giant earth-mover mammoths.

It was a good thing that he gave himself extra time to get to work, since he got pulled over.

"I wasn't speeding, was I, officer?"

"You blew the stop sign," the officer said, scribbling something down on a slate.

"Stop sign? What stop sign?"Barney leaned out the cab and turned to look behind him. "Well, I'll be, there is a stop sign." There was a long-legged heron holding a stop sign at the previous intersection. "I swear I didn't see him officer."

He expected the officer to chuckle and tell him that wasn't the officer's problem. But the officer looked at Barney in his eyes. "Well, maybe the Heron moved or something. You seem like a good fellow, so..." The officer snapped the piece of slate into a couple pieces and let them fall to the roadside. "I'll let you off with a warning. Have a good rest of your day, sir."

Barney didn't quite believe him. He had sweet-talked the officer out of giving him a ticket. He had never down that before. And it wasn't like he was really persuasive, or sweet to the guy. The officer just seemed to think that Barney was a good guy. "Well, I am a good guy. Finally looks like something was going my way for once," Barney chuckled to himself.

"Good morning, Mr. Rubble!" the receptionist called out to him cheerfully as he entered. She never greeted him cheerfully. He was the newest salesman, and the low man on the totem pole. She usually just grunted at him, like she didn't want him to distract her from greeting actually important people.

"Thanks Gertie," he said, taken aback. He went quickly back to his desk and got to work. It was a busy day for him. These were massive capital animals. Somehow, he had closed enough of them before lunch to meet his monthly quota. Considering the past two months, he had struggled to meet his quota, and today was only 5th day of the new moon, it was something of a shock. It was like he barely could finish his pitch and his clients were champing at the bit to make a deal.

Mr. Gypsum came by his desk to congratulate him. "Barney, my dear boy, you've been absolutely astounding today. You're top notch, sir, one of the best employees I've ever had the privilege to pay." His boss gave him a haughty handshake, "I think you should come over tonight, and have dinner with me."

"I'm flattered sir, really, I am, but uh, my wife is having my mother-in-law come visit the cave, so I don't think me and Betty can make it," Barney said, somewhat glumly. Here he had a prize opportunity to advance his career and he was squandering it with his mother-in-law in town. Just his luck.

"Hm, I see, you're in quite a conundrum there, aren't you?" Mr. Gypsum said, stroking his chin, "Eureka! I got it, why don't me, my wife and my daughter come visit you?" Barney wasn't sure exactly how that helped him, but, he wasn't going to tell his boss no.

Meanwhile, Fred Flintstone had gotten his ear chewed off by Mr. Slate, and someone had stolen his lunchbox from the breakroom. He had gotten pulled over, over a stop sign. Fred tried to point out that the bird was walking back and forth, and he couldn't have seen it. He was told by the officer that that wasn't his problem, and please stay inside your vehicle. Fred muttered as he looked over the ticket the officer gave him. When he finally did get home, Wilma still wasn't back yet, and Dino had made a mess on the rug. When Fred went to go find Dino, the dinosaur just growled at him until Fred backed away.

"Barney, welcome home!" Betty run out to greet her husband as he arrived. "So, my mother did arrive, but if she's anything but her best behavior, I say we throw her out on her behind. If she does anything that upsets you, she's outta here!"

"Barney Rubble, get over here and give me a hug!" Betty's mom came out of the cave. That was unusual. Mr. and Mrs. O'Shale weren't exactly the hugging type. But she didn't need to tell Barney twice. He went up and got his hug, and holy crap, did she just grab his tush and moan a little? "Oh, Barney, you make Betty so happy. I realized that we've been way too hard on you."

Barney looked at her agog. This definitely wasn't like his mother-in-law at all. Both Betty and his mother-in-law were giving him puppy dog eyes. He went back into his cave, where Wilma was waiting. She gave him a big smile as well.

"Oh, Betty, before I forget, my boss kind of invited himself, his wife and his kid to come over. Can we set a few extra places for dinner?" Barney snapped his fingers as he remembered his big news, "I know this is kind of last minute, but--"

"Oh, this sounds like it would be great for your career, Barney!" Betty said, delighted, "I'll go to the market quickly and get another lamb leg!" She scurried off.

"Barney, would you like a foot rub while we wait for Betty?" Wilma casually asked him. He stammered out a yes, as he took a seat. He tried to engage both Wilma and Constance in some light conversation, but for the most part, they would just agree with him, and stare at him with dewy eyes.

Betty came home quick enough. She must have really booked it to get to the market and back so fast. She put the hock of lamb leg on the spit, and started cooking it. Boy, the wonders of modern technology. Soon enough, Mr. Gypsum and his wife and daughter showed up at the Rubble residence.

Both the Gypsum women were absolute knock-outs. "May I introduce you to my wife, Norma, and my daughter, Janey." Janey was wearing the latest fashions, showing a lot of skin, while Norma was in a classic sabretooth fur dress. Barney quickly made introductions for himself, his wife, his mother-in-law, and his wife's best friend. Dinner quickly followed. Barney mixed a few drinks. The fermented barley-and-wheat juice was tres chic. Mr. Gypsum really, really liked it, and quickly became louder and louder. Barney told his brontosaurus joke, and everyone laughed very loudly. Even Wilma and Betty, who had heard the joke before. The food was excellent, and the conversation lively.
Soon enough, Mr. Gypsum had drank enough of the barley-and-wheat juice that he fell asleep, upright in his chair. Barney led the women to the conversation pit around their fire. He sat in the middle, and everyone seemed to try to get next to him. Betty and Janey seemed to have won, as Betty was on his left hand and Janey was on his right.

"So, Mr. Rubble, do you want to know the craze that's taken over my campus? Everyone is doing it," Janey asked, "Everyone can do it, but its a little different for boys and girls."

"Well, okay, the Missus and I try to stay current, we like to know the cool, hip thing, sure," Barney said jovially.

"Okay, everyone, roll your skirts or shirt up," Janey said, as she pulled her woolly mammoth panties to the said, "Barney, just put your hand on your thing there, and just start moving your hand up and down. Ladies, place your hand up here to the top, and start to rub it. They call it masturbation. It feels AMAZING."

Barney slowly started to stroke the stick-thingy between his legs. It started to stiffen and enlarge. He was a little confused, "And then, what? I stick it in Betty, right?"

"No, no, just keep, -ooh-, stroking it, -whoo-, and keep going, slowly, slowly, tease yourself," Janey moaned, "Eventually, you get to a point that it will feel soooooo good."

Connie O'Shale began moaning and her legs began to shake. Barney stopped for a moment, as his mother-in-law seemed to almost have a seizure. "You okay there?" He inquired, as he stroked himself. For some reason, he was getting really excited. This really did feel good, especially if he used his thumb to rub the purplish red part at the top.

"Some girls will use their other hand, and stick a finger or two down here," Janey said. Betty did that, and her mouth dropped. "Me? I like to play with my nipples up top," Janey said as she shimmied her top off her breasts.

"I think, maybe, I should go faster, Janey," Barney asked tentatively. He really was enjoying this, but he felt like he should go harder for some reason.

"That's -oh-oh- not a bad idea, but the longer you do this, the better it feels in the end," Janey said, as she leaned back in her seat. Wilma giggled and gurgled some nonsense.

"Actually, wait a second, Barney," Betty said, "I just had an idea. I think we should try it out, but you need to stop the masturbation for a second."

"Sure thing, Betts, what do you have in mind?"

"Okay, this might sound crazy, but stay sitting right there," Betty said as she slid off the seat and got in front of Barney on her knees, "Just relax, and let me try something." She leaned forward, and put her mouth on Barney's shaft.

"Whoa! WHOA! Whoa!" Barney exclaimed. This was a strange new sensation. He didn't know it, but Betty Rubble just invented the first blowjob.

"Whoa," Mrs. Norma Gypsum said.

"Whoa," Miss Janey Gypsum said.

"Whoa," Mrs. Connie O'Shale said.

"Whoa," Mrs. Wilma Flintstone said.

"Ho-hoooo-whoooa, wow, oh," Barney said as Betty bobbed her head up and down.

"Wait, I wanna try that," Janey said.

"Yeah me too."

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