Betty and Wilma
The Rush Inn by The Clock Tower in downtown Santa Cruz used to be an old man dive bar. During the day it’s still like that. Wood floors, a couple of pool tables with ripped felt stained with blue chalk. Weekend nights it does this weird werewolf transformation and becomes a kid’s bar with lots of tourists from Silicon Valley looking for good times in the real Santa Cruz. Sometimes I go there just to watch the freaks feel out of place. I met Wilma Flintstone and Betty Rubble there at the Rush like that one weekend.
I’ve had my share of women. Plenty, actually. If you do anything long enough you become good at it. At least good enough to fake it and be more than a little ridiculous. Betty and Wilma seemed to recognize this and respond to it in an instant, like an ink pen waiting to break recognizes a clean, new shirt pocket. Betty and Wilma stained my soul. They stained me permanently.
Wilma eyed me as I walked in. I first spotted Betty bending over a pool table in front of the pinball machines. She had her full ass pointed in the air towards the front door right in my face.
I nodded cheerily, and Wilma took a heavy drag off of an unfiltered cigarette. She licked her lips, and let the smoke go up her nose in a french inhale. I bellied up to the bar, and I ordered a Beer.
There was a smart “c r a c k”, and the billiard balls spread out all over the table. Betty walked around to the other side of ther table, and gave Wilma a long, deep French kiss. They were both looking directly at me as they swallowed each others tongues.
Betty Cocked a finger at me, and motioned me over. Yes, I said, holding my beer towards them, in a jaunty little salute.
They looked at my cock, which was growing in my pants. They giggled their little Wilma and Betty giggles I knew so well from the Saturday Morning cartoons.
You need some help, Betty said. She grabbed me by the shirt collar, and pushed me against the wall next to the video games.
I am a man of honesty, My hands were shaking. I set my beer down on the game, as Betty worked the front of my pants with her hands. Wilma stood in front of us, with her back to us, watching the bartender, who was working a dirty rag around the inside of a glass behind the bar not paying any attention what-so-ever to us.
Wilma turned around and looked at me. She looked at Betty, and helped us out by unzipping me.
Girls, I said. I’m happy to continue. Why don’t we move onto The Pigeon Coop, where I live. It’s just a few blocks up the street? Wilma sneered at me, and Betty dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth. Think you can hold out til then, Wilma said.
I pushed Betty off of me with an audible pop, flat onto her ass, and said to Wilma. Just Watch. And we headed out the back door to my place.
When we got to the pigeon coop, they pushed me into the room.
Betty began tearing at my shirt, and pulling my hair. Wilma was stripping me of my shoes and pants. I stood there in the hall way of my room, cock swinging, and balls to the chill wind. The girls looked at one another and gave with the Cartoon giggles again.
Then they began kissing one another deeply, and removing each other’s clothing. My cock was throbbing, and dripping a glistening lubricant.
Soon we were on the couch. Me in the middle, and the girls on either side of me. We were all were naked, them gently tugging at each others nipples.
If I could have said anything it wouldn’t have made any sense. I would have been too hoarse, and my voice too shaky from my level of excitement, and from the degree of blue which my balls had become.
The girls, dropped their hands from each others nipples, and began fondling my cock and balls, rubbing pre-cum over the entire package.
Wilma, the dominant one from the start, took my cock in her hand, and guided Betty down toward my ball sack. I could feel the hot cartoon breath warming my nuts. Wilma pulled my face to hers, and stuck her tongue deep into my throat, and I could feel the moistness of Betty’s saliva as she took my cock in her mouth.
Betty cooed. Wilma broke the kiss, and pushed me onto all fours, and off of the sofa, onto the carpeting. Betty grabbed my shoulders, and spun me so that my ass was in the air. Then she guided her tongue up, and into my ass, as Wilma got underneath me and took me all the way inside of her. Wilma positioned her legs up in the air. I grabbed at her tits, and bit at her nipples, lubricating them with my tongue.
I could feel Betty’s tongue working my anus.
Wilma screamed as she came, and I thought that I was sure to get yet another notice about the noise in my room.
Wilma pushed me off of her, and swung me on my back, positioning my legs high in the air.
Betty faced me. Wilma continued tongue-fucking my asshole. Betty swung around and positioned herself on top of my head. I could smell cartoon juice, hot and nasty, all over my face. She tasted just great.
Don’t..Stop!! she screamed even louder than Wilma. I ate her pussy till there was no movement at all left in her. She collapsed on top of me, hugging my neck.
Wilma giggled with a mouth full of my balls. I could hear Betty breathing deeply, and I could feel her nipples moving on my chest.
Then the girls took me like this: Betty crawled down my body, smearing juice all over me, and she took my balls in her mouth. Wilma worked my cock slow, and easy in her mouth.
The cartoon giggle came up just once more before I came, spraying both of them in the face.
Then they turned around, and asked me eat their asses until they came again. We want you to open us up with your tongue and then fuck us both hard in the ass, Wilma said.
When we were finally done, I sat on the couch with a white towel wrapped around my waist, and I watched them as they both slowly got dressed.
I knew I’d never see them again. They were a cartoon fantasy, here to see the real Santa Cruz for a weekend. It was enough.
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