Baron Dickrich von Fotzstein-Schwanzhausen presents;
Rick and Morty's Quest for Love or:
How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Dick.
Preface: Greetings and salutation! Full disclosure, I may not truly be of the noble blood, head of a grande estate or even German. LOL. But I am of the opinion that if this fictional discourse does not get me any cred worthy of this self-bestowed title among my peers (that is you), then no man, woman or otherwise ever shall! So kindly trust in my afromentioned fic-cred, have yourself a beverage as steamy as this telling (very) and make yourelf comfortable.
Story contains: -Rick
-Morty
-Dick
-Aliens
-Space
-More
Kindly enjoy that which follows :-)
Chatper One; Huhuhu!
It was a balmy Thrusday afternoon where the Smith's occopied themselves like they did usually as any other Thrusday. Morty watched television while he tried to catch up on homework. Risk's hijinx had left him far behind the rest of his class, despite Rick's various tricks to keep his grades passable and his gujarantees he was learning much more on the road with him than at school.
Summer was doing her toe nails while trying to keep up with her social network on her mobile. She was paining different emoji onto each nail so that she could both have wonderfully decorated nails as well as the mans to use them for additional uses. There was nothing hipper than saying something like; 'Simon sure looks tight today', only to follow it up with by showing the :Sarcastic_Gnome: on your middle finger.
Then Jerry came home from taking a walk, sinc ehe had little better to do. He sighed and looked around the kitchen and decided to reread the newspaper. He wasn't sure why, it wasn't like any of the news stories gave him andy good vibes and going back over all the classifieds once more would only deperss him. This way it just seemed there were twice as many companies that wouldn't hire him.
Unexpectedly Beth stormed through the door.
"Yes!" She screamed as she stood in the opening with great shortness of breath, her arms aloft and hands balled in vcitorious fists.
"What's wrong!?" Jerry wondered.
"Wrong!? I just saved three horses, Jery. Everything is... AWESOME!" She replied and put even more effort into throwing her firsts into the air, bouncing her bust ever so lightly.
While he was happy his wife was having a good day it were her swaying breasts that brought him off his chair; "I've said it before and I'll say it again, you – Bethamine Smitch-Sanchez – you are the best woman who has ever lived!"
"That's right Jerry." She said as her voice turned slow and sultry. She approached him slowly lowring her arms and allowing them to softly rest on his shoulders, "And I deserve a reward, don't I?"
"A reward, you say?" Jerry said teasingly while he put his hands on her voluptious hips, "Now how would a good husband go about such a thing?"
"You know damn well what I need." She said as she narrowed her eyes and tightly gripped his shoulders, "Don't ruin this."
Jerry chuckled, but as he did so Beth pinched his shoulders ever harder and it quickly petered out; "I've been preparing for this moment. All I intend to ruin is your ability to sit down without being reminded ow what I've got in store for you."
"I doubt it, but I like your attitude." Beth said and kissed him violently.
Once she removed her writhing taste muscle from the depths of Jerry's gob she slowsly backed up and left Jerry to gather his thoughts. He reeled for a moment but then quickly got to thinking what his next move would be. Beth has little patients for him to begin with and she was even less inclined to dawdling now, he felt. The kids were upstairs, and while they were probably still unaware of their honry mother for the moment, there was no way they could commit to any ruination if he excorterd her to the master bedroom. Luckily the asnwer was obvious! Rick had not been seen or heard of since breakfast and the garage was entirely vacant. Jerry was pretty sure Rick even installed some fancyschmancy technosoundproofing to the place so it should be extra perfect for loud, passionate lovin'.
"Let us retire to the garage!" He said triumphantly.
That considerating gave Beth pause for a moment but then she smiled wrily; "Mmmmmh. My father does keep some veeeery interesting gizmos in there."
The very thought made Jerry's hairs stand up right and a shiver crawled down his spine. He wanted to touch as little of the stuff inside that garage as possible. Though he'd like his weedwacker back. But thoughts of wacking weed were shortlived as Beth sauntered over towards the garage door in a sultry fashion, all the while unbuttoning her shirt. Jerry loved that part, and he was nearly missing out! He followed hastily. Though he took care not to be too hasty. Got to be both cool AND shwift.
"Let me get that for you." He said once he caught p.
"Are you carrying me across the door as we-." She wondered, but then it danwed on her that Jerry was talking about her shirt as he was hopelessly groping for the last two buttons. No tthe door.
"I-I, uh, I need it." He said as he eventually got it unbottoned and persuaded her to remove shirt. He had to keep himself from smelling the shirt she wore to the clinic, though he longed for the fragrance of horses and sweat. Instead he opened the door and urged his heated woman into the next room.
"Sure you do." She said as she entered and flaunted her frilly purple bra that could barely keep a hold of her brazen boson. "But aside from the sight, what will you di with it, hmm?"
"I need it to go somewhere else." He improvised.
"Yeah?" She urged him along running a moist finger from her mouth down her neck and along the curvature of her breast.
His first instinct was to throw the garmant on his face, but instead it might do better if it were on Beth's. In fact, he concluded, If he were to twist it up and tie it across her eyes he might keep her arousal high and her nether's ever damper.
"Whatever will you do next?" She wondered as her sensors were being deprived and bit her lip.
"Reward you for your deeds, of course." He replied and pushed her up against the counter wiping away the spacecrap Rick had assorted on them. Though he took care not to be too violent as each and any one of the gadgets and bobs could cause him to turn himself – or worse, Beth – into a Schmarlodion mite which lives exclusively in the galactic bilesnake's asscrack, or something. Once Beth got into positions Jerry put his hand firmly on her right breast and massaged it slowly.
"This is for horsey number one." He said while laying the swollen nipple bare and clenching it between his teeth, biting down playfully and lapping the tip with his mouth tentacle.
"Ah!" Beth moned in response to the nipple play.
"Whatever will the second equine reward you?" He teased. He put his left hand and her shoulderblade before letting it slip down to the small of her back to then slowly round the her shapely ass. His other hand still teased the nipple he had salivated on while the other worked on hiking up her skirt. Once he got the tight little penstriped number all the way across her rump he returned his hand on the left cheeck and groped it. Only to prepare it for the inevitable spank that was to be her second award.
"Oooh, yeah." She exclaimed as her body shuddered lightly. "Whatever will the third horsey gift me, Jerry?" She wondered impatiently.
He removed his hands from her body and observed her for a moment. A wide smile appearing on his face as she was barely staying on her feet, hanging onto the counter while her bother began to rhytmically sway, particularly luscious the hips.
"Perhaps I should let the stallion thank you personally." Jerry thought out loud as he decided it was time to undo his pants. It turned out to be somewhat of a challenge to get the denim past his erect bronco, but once he got beyond the buldge they fell audibly to the floor.
Beth licked her licps in anticipation, "Yeah, is he here? I can't see him. Let me hear him, Jerry."
"Huhuhuhu!" Jerry whinnied loudly and perhaps too enthousiadilly. Then he lay his towering shaft onto her belly. It bounced happily as Beth breathed and trembled and the penis itself throbbed to boot.
"Hello there, boy. Happy with your operation aren't you? Revovering nicely, yes?" Beth spoke in between heavy breathing.
Jerry really got into his role and could do little more but continue to whinny in response; "Huhuhu—Pfff" He breezed.
"Go on then." She pleaded as she took it to herself to pull her panties aside and brought her other hand to Jerry's dodongo in oder to guide it into her inner sanctum.
"Huhuhu!" Jerry exclaimed with a shudder. The second Beth's fingers brushed his shaft he released his batter uncontrollably. It landed on her hand, her stomach, thighs and her breasts.
Aside from the heavy breathing the both of them stood frozen and silent for ten dreadful seconds.
"Jerry!" Beth yelled beratingly to pierce the silence and threw off her blindfald.
"Huhu?" He replied, but no matter of horseplay could save the mood now.
"The fuck is this?" She berated him, "The not an actual fuck, Jerry!?"
"I got more in the tank, doll, please." Jerry pleaded.
She looked at him with a knowing look. She was all for make beleif, but a fantasy was not going to satisfy her carnal needs. Only a hard, live phallus would do.
"I'm under a lot of pressure, Beth." Jerry complained. "What's the deal with all this pressure?"
"Don't try to Seinfeld your way out of this, Smith." Beth growled.
This comment sent Jerry shuffling outof the garage with his pants still around his ankles and sobbing all the way.