They all get a shot

Things started to get a little crazy from there. Everyone in the room, at least everyone in the room who was conscious, realized that this was something new and exciting and important. Barney struggled to put into words how good it felt. Betty was very happy that she made her man happy. That was a new feeling, these past few days. Sure, she loved Barney, but she never got such visceral pleasure in making him happy like this. The other women wanted a go on Barney's thing. (Speaking of which, there really should be a word for the man's thing down there. A Pflanzus, maybe? Betty was usually pretty good at coming up with new words. She was on the right track there, she reckoned.)

Janey's woolly mammoth fur thong was getting moist. "Mrs. Rubble, that was... seriously, so hot," she said in a breathy voice, "Can, can I go next?" She couldn't wait to go back to campus and start showing the boys THIS. On the other hand, she also really liked this Barney Rubble. Maybe she should only do this for Mr. Rubble? Janey got on her knees next to Mrs. Rubble.

Betty wasn't sure she wanted to share her husband like this. She was having a hard enough time sharing the bed with Wilma, and that was solely because they only had so many spots to sleep in the cave! At least that was what Barney had said. Did she really want her wonderful husband being tempted by having this young nubile woman putting his Pflanzus in her mouth? Would he still want to put his Pflanzus in her bajingo? They had been married for a while, and she hadn't born him any children... She looked up at her husband, who looked so sweet and caring. And he looked so happy. She wanted what was best for him, she decided, and scooted to make room.

Wilma got down onto her knees as well. Betty was a little more peeved at that. At least Janey had asked to put her mouth on Barney’s pflanzus. Since the pflanzus wasn’t going into any bajingos, it wasn’t like Barney wasn’t cheating on her, she reckoned. Betty quietly moved away from her husband, and decided she’d let this play out.

“Whoa, hey, one second, Wilma,” Barney sputtered. Janey took Betty’s spot eagerly, and put her mouth at the top of Barney’s Pflanzus. Barney groaned, but he soldiered on. “Listen, Wilma, I really don’t think its appropriate for you to do this. What about Fred?”

“What about him?” Wilma said, “He’s not here, and I’m not sure I’m ever going back to him.” She tried to get her mouth onto Barney’s shaft, but she was finding it difficult since Janey was all over him, bobbing her head up and down. Barney bit into his finger. Wilma started kissing the skin above his shaft and then around his thighs. It tickled, and Barney giggled, but then her mouth found the two little squishy grapes below his Pflanzus. That made him gasp. His head rolled back and his tongue fell out of his mouth. He didn’t know that he could feel this good. When he finally got control of his head and looked back down, both Norma and Connie were kneeling behind Wilma and Janey. They were rubbing his feet, and looking at the younger women enviously. He couldn’t help it, and his Pflanzus shot off into Janey’s mouth. She pulled off in shock, and he continued to shoot the pearly white stuff onto Janey and her breasts.

Normally, Barney would try to go to sleep shortly thereafter. It tired him out, but the women wouldn’t let him. Before he could calm down, his mother-in-law was licking his little grapes and making him shake and moan. Norma got close to him and put *his* mouth onto her breasts. She had very large breasts. Good hips as well, Barney could tell that Mr. Gypsum had good taste in child-bearing women. It felt a little silly, he was a grown man, but he liked sucking on her breasts and she liked him sucking on her breasts.

Connie got him hard again and Betty joined in. All three, Connie, Norma and Betty, took turns between sucking on his Pflanzus, his grapes and then either letting him kiss them or suck on their teats. He shot another stream of pearly white stuff, this time all over Connie and Betty.

The third time that night, all five women were on him. He discovered that the women-folk liked being licked down there nearly as much as he liked getting licked down there. Or they did when he did it slow and deliberately, and there was a point at the top of their whole that really made them giggle.

It was amazing. Norma Gypsum really squealed and screamed when he tried to lick her. Janey and Wilma tried licking each other at the same time, and they really liked that. Eventually, all the women tried all the other women’s tongues and whoever was left out got to suck on Barney’s Pflanzus.

Eventually, they all collapsed, tired from their exertions. Janey seemed liked she could maybe go again, because she was younger than the others, but she fell asleep with Connie’s arm around her neck. Barney was concerned though. The squeals, especially from Norma, maybe would alert others. It had been a while since their cave system had to deal with raiders, but that didn’t mean that there weren’t raiders out there. And Mr. Gypsum was fast asleep from the fermented wheat and barley juice. It would really be up to Barney to make sure no raiders came into the cave.

He got himself up, extricating himself from Betty who draped herself on top of him. He got his spear, with the cool black spearhead, and went to the cave entrance, ready to fend off anyone who came to carry away his womenfolk. He kept himself up, thinking about what he had done. He had heard of people waking up the next morning after drinking the fermented wheat and barley juice, and feeling bad, not just physically, but regretting what they did last night. He really hoped that they wouldn't regret last night. Speaking to no one but his spear, he said, "I really hope they all enjoyed what they did last night."

Funny thing about the caveman language, from which this was translated, there wasn't much nuance to distinguish between "this particular group of women" and "all women everywhere."

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"C'mon, Judy," Debbie said, "I have it on good authority that the chess club is going to be there, and as far as I know, no one else knows!" Judy smiled. Debbie Rocketwell was a girl after her own heart - she was a total cock-hound just like Judy was. They were both fresh out of school, completely unattached and no real responsibilities.

Every girl liked sucking dick, sure. Scientists had trouble finding a girl who didn't suck dick, y'know, for control groups. Videos on the best techniques, or just to watch for fun, would rocket around their groupchats. But Judy and Debbie didn't just like sucking dick, they were players. Guys would pretend that they weren't interested. She felt a little bad for guys; if a girl sucked 30 cocks, she was a champion, but a guy who got his dick sucked by 30 different girls was weak and indecisive. A lot of media, stories made it sound it like guys barely cared about sex or having their dick sucked until they were like, 30 and the biological clock was ticking. But Debbie and Judy knew better. There were plenty of "good boys" who'd love a roll in the hay with a champion cocksucker like them. The nice sweet boys, like the ones on the chess team, were a better bet. They were probably reading perverted fan-fic when no one was watching.

Judy gave Debbie a little slap on the ass, "Alright, let's hit it. Remember, guys like it if you make it seem like you're interested in them more than just their schlongs, compliment 'em on their, idunno, chess skills or somethin'." Judy couldn't help it; this was just how teenage girls were, how basically all women were until their brain regained control of them, after their child-bearing days were over. It'd been like this since the cavewomen days.

Judy tried not to think about how her parents were right this day, having a meeting about marrying her off.

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Across the city

Jane Jetson shifted in her chair uncomfortably. She realized that she wasn't listening. That she had other things on her mind. But how could she not have that type of thing on her mind? Getting your daughter paired up with a protector and provider for a husband was one of the most important things that a parent could do, but she couldn't help but remember herself at that age. All women loved dick, but especially teenage girls. She herself was insatiable when she was getting out of high school. She remembered that blissful summer after high school where she practically lived between George's legs. They had decided to be progressive, and let Judy have some time to try out all the dicks that were out there; this was more common now than it was in Jane's day. Now, some people weren't matched up until they were 20 or 21. Jane and George weren't THAT progressive. They didn't want Judy to accidentally get herself pregnant without a ring on her finger.

She could tell that Mrs. Skylark was in the same boat as she was. Negotiating was a man's job. Both George and Mr. Skylark were busy hammering out details. She supposed that she really should be listening; after all, George and she were trying to be modern. But business and money, and all that were men's work. A woman's job was to fuck, and to clean, and to fight. (Men were always too tired and weak to fight from all the sex.)

She really tried to **** herself back into following the negotiations. It sounded like they were coming in for a landing. She smiled, Benny Skylark would be her new son-in-law. The Skylarks were a good family. George had done well for himself. Well, she knew he was a competent man the first time she saw his massive dick. It was superstition, but everyone knew that a big-dicked man knew how to get the job done. "Well," she smacked her lips and then licked them, "I think that settles the whole matter. Should we celebrate?"

Bethany Skylark's eyes popped open like she was finally paying attention. "Oh, yes, let's!" Beth said, shimmying onto her knees. Men talked a big game about needing to protect and serve their women, but most weren't above a little wife-swapping. It was a nice way for a woman not to get bored with just one dick. George and Kirk shook hands as their wives sunk to their knees in front of each other.