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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Jessica/Morty_Smith, Morty_Smith/Original_Character(s)
  Character:
      Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty), Morty_Smith, Summer_Smith, Original_Female
      Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Time_Freeze, Time_Stop, Time_Shenanigans, Explicit_Sexual_Content,
      Exhibitionism, Public_Blow_Jobs, Semi-Public_Sex, Dubious_Consent
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-10-20 Completed: 2016-10-30 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 6171
****** Well Spent ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Morty has a seemingly unending amount of time to fantasize about the
     girl of his dreams. Why not make that dream a reality?
     [Discontinued]
***** Temptation *****
“Oh Geeze, Summer! That’s too low!” Morty screamed over the space cruiser’s
intercom while he twisted the seatbelt strapped over his chest for dear life.
Only one hundred feet in front of him a small white airplane spun in a tailspin
while plummeting to the open field below.
“Come on, Summer! Pull up!” Morty shouted again. “Rick why isn’t she listening
to me?” He turned to Rick desperate for answers.
“Shut up, Morty, she’s got this!” was the only response Morty got from his
grandfather. Rick dived after the white airplane, a manic grin spread wide on
his face. “ You hear me, Summer! You feel the need!”
To Morty the white plane seemed mere inches from the ground when it pulled out
of the dive and shot back up like a rocket. “The need for speed, bitch! Woo-
Hoooo!” Summer yelled in victory as the plane climbed back into the sky, Rick
and Morty just behind her, the only ones in the world to witness her death
defying display. Rick brought his ship close to the airplane summer was
piloting.
“Oh yeah, looks like you really could cash those checks, Summer.”
"Damn right I could." “Wait, w-when did you learn to fly like that?” Morty
asked sometime after his worry fueled panic wore down.
“Well, Morty if you ever bothered to pay attention every once in awhile instead
of being gone all the time doing...whatever it is you’re doing...,” Summer’s
voice trailed off dismissively. “Then you’d know that grandpa has been giving
me flying lessons.”
“Oh,” Morty said. “I didn’t know you liked flying.”
“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me, Morty.” Summer said.
“Probably a good reason for that.”
Rick was gazing into the horizon then down at his watch. The only watch that
still worked on the entire planet. “Hey it’s getting late. You two ready to
turn in?” Morty and Summer agreed and the spaceship and airplane both took a
sharp turn back towards home.
“You got any plans for tomorrow?” Summer asked Morty later that
night...actually was still daytime...technically, they had long lost track of
time.
They temporarily shared the bathroom to brush their teeth before bed. A clean
bathroom in a mostly clean and repaired house. It had been 3 months since
Rick’s wild house party and the subsequent freezing of the planet. In that time
frame the trio decided to live however they pleased and take as much time as
needed to put the house back in order. So far the living room was fixed, the
hardest part had simply been to replace the furniture. By this point the only
thing left to replace was the destroyed bed in their parent’s bedroom but that
could wait, it wasn’t like that room was being used. Summer and Morty would
pick out a new bed for their parents just before they decided it was time for
life to resume, and after they had all the fun they wanted to have.
“I don’t know yet,” Morty answered once he’d rinsed his mouth clean. “There’s
not much to really do around here, ya know? And I was thinking maybe Rick would
be okay with taking us off world or something. Maybe we can do something fun
out in space.”
“Mm, maybe...”. Summer brushed her hair methodically as she gazed at her
brother through the mirror. “I’m game as long as we don’t go some place too
weird.” Then Something flashed in Summer’s eyes, a moment of remembrance.
“Shit. I can’t keep putting this off.” She put the brush down and left the
bathroom leaving Morty in a confused silence. He finished brushing his teeth
and went to his sister’s room. “Put off what?”
“Just a thing.” Was all she said. Summer was at her laptop, typing away on some
website Morty couldn’t see from his angle. “But it has been almost four months
and for the love of God I am not putting it off any longer.” She closed her
laptop and marched out of her room, muttering something about ‘showing that
bitch whos the real bitch’ or something like that...
Between Morty, Rick, and Summer, Summer seemed to be the most active, if not
asking Rick for flying lessons, then she would have the family car somewhere
across town or even farther than that, getting away with stuff that would have
sent their mom and dad into conniptions. Rick spent most of his time working in
the garage. And besides the usual off world adventures which, since the time
freeze, Summer insisted she be a part of, life was slow and a bit dull. Even
their time on some far off planet usually went smoother than usual much to
Morty’s relief. It’s not like he enjoyed running for his life each time they
embarked and he especially didn’t like having Summer in that same predicament.
At first, everything was a blast. Running through town like dogs without
horses. Every single day was like that grocery store scene from 28 Days Later,
all possibility laid before them. Rick even helped Morty break into the school
to alter his test scores, not that it mattered much, at this rate they were
going to completely skip over his summer classes anyway.
Summer was probably running around sabotaging the lives of rival classmates,
Rick was restocking his alcohol stash like the world was ending tomorrow, and
Morty bought a whole bunch of serial, soup, and canned goods. When Summer asked
him why, he said he always felt good about having a fully stocked pantry.
The most daring thing Morty had done was “aquire” his very own motorcycle.
Morty knew how to drive a car to a certain degree, he didn’t do it often and
could pilot the spaceship more naturally than anything on four wheels. But
there was just something about motorcycles, he fantasized about them for years
while reading issues of Cycle World and Rider Magazine. They were riskier than
cars, hell riskier than Rick’s spaceship, and in some strange, contradictory,
rebellious part of Morty’s brain that is why he loved the things. No other form
of transportation gave him a true sensation of speed as wind whipped around his
body. The fluttering in his chest when the engine rumbled and roared to life
just inches beneath him. He felt like a hero on an adventure of glory and self
discovery every time he swung his leg over and let the clutch out to roll past
the mailbox and down the street. Like no matter what, he’d come out victorious.
Maybe Rick could make him a motorcycle that would work in space. A space cycle?
Well no harm in asking.
A short time later, Summer left the house with nothing but the axe from the
garage, and a bucket full of Rick’s homemade thermite, extra spicy. Morty
thought it best not to ask more questions.
 
“I’m going to bed, Rick. Night.”
 
“Yeah, night, Morty. See you in a few hours.”
Morty went up stairs and got into bed. Though he laid there in the calm silence
he realized he couldn’t go to sleep. All of the free time had seriously fucked
his internal clock. The fact that they were stuck in perpetual daytime didn’t
help, Morty had to hang thicker curtains up to his windows to at least create
the illusion of night and every time he woke up it felt as if he’d long
overslept.
If this were a saturday night, Morty would be chatting till sunrise with his
friends. If Morty had any friends that is. He sighed as he pulled his computer
off the bed stand, wondering if the lack of social interaction was causing
Summer to roam far and wide like she had been. There was zero point in texting
when nobody was going to text you back in the foreseeable future. Though it was
possible this was more of a liberating circumstance than a bad thing.
“Anything new on Youtube?” A rhetorical question, of course there was nothing
new. Rick was kind enough to make some adjustments to how his time freeze
contraption worked, otherwise they wouldn’t have internet at all, though he did
warn him and Summer that this couldn’t go on forever. While he couldn’t give
Morty an exact deadline, it was safe to assume anything over a year would screw
them up something fierce.
Jessica.
The boredom had a strange effect on his hormones, as it did for most boys his
age. Boredom lead him to parts of the internet he was ashamed to explore but
explore he did. His mind conjuring images of Jessica leaning over him with a
gentle smile on her face, just enough to show off her perfect teeth. No Brad,
no Toby, or even that bitch Iris, and they were alone together on a game night.
Their team had won its first game since the 1950s and there was pandemonium in
the stadium. Giving Morty and Jessica just enough time to find each other and
slip away. Morty didn’t care much for sports, especially football but Jessica
was dating Brad so logically whenever there was something football related at
school, she was nearby.
“But I don’t want him anymore. I want you, Morty.” Jessica held his hand. He
was suddenly aware that they were in the school nurse’s office, the door locked
behind them.
“J-Jess-Jessica?” Morty stammered, his hand shaking inside of her’s. There were
no romantic one-liners here, not even cheesy ones. Before Morty could say or do
anything that could have botched this chance of a lifetime, Jessica pulled him
into a deep kiss, and he melted into her.
Morty woke up with a start. His world swirled, spinning and unsure, did he
actually fall asleep? It took a minute for the heaviness in his body to lift,
there was a dull ache in the back of his neck which he tried to knead out
without much progress. Vague images of football, fireworks, and Jessica flooded
back into his mind.
The smell of her perfume had lodged itself into his nose and into his memories.
It wasn’t candy sweet like some of the stuff Summer wore. It was woody, like an
oak barrel with only a hint of sweetness. Like a wine, a perfume a real woman
would wear. Morty looked at his wall clock stupidly, remembered it didn’t work,
and readjusted his view to the new alarm clock on his bed side table. Rigged
with a time crystal it was able to function despite the freeze. He had slept
but only for three hours. Morty sluggishly pulled himself out of bed, yawned
and ran his fingers through his hair wondering vaguely if Summer had...
The dizzy tiredness was going away and Morty became aware of a different
sensation. He looked down and grimaced. Yeah, it must have been one of those
dreams. He felt the stiffness through his pajama pants pulling the waistband
down to reveal his erection, ruddy and at half-stock, poking out from a thick
patch of curly brown hair. He brushed his hand along it and shuddered. So much
for sleep. Morty reached for his laptop when a thought struck him. He pulled
his pajama pants back over his hips,grabbed his backpack and started stuffing
it with clothes.
“I think it’s time for another sleepover.” Morty thought.
Morty had parked the motorcycle on the garage side of the house. He knew there
was a good chance that Rick would either be in the garage or passed out on the
couch with only beer bottles as company. There was no sign of him on the couch,
no surprise, but when he went out the front door he saw the garage door was
closed. Maybe slipping away unnoticed was still possible.
“Hey-hey, Morty you got a minute?”
Morty flinched with one leg hitched half way over the bike, trying hard to not
disturb his budding erection.
“Hey. W-what is it, Rick?”
“Listen, I’ve got a little proposition for you. I got word through the pipeline
that there was a massive explosion on a factory planet somewhere out in the
Qwuterian galaxy. It's a neutronium factory, Morty! I know how much you like
that shit,” Actually Morty didn't, getting high off his ass was more in Rick’s
department.
“So how about we skip town for a few days and scoop out a few hundred gallons
before the clean up crew arrive? It’ll-it’ll be great, Morty, that’s enough to
last through the end of the year and then some!” Rick grabbed Morty’s wrist and
started pulling him back towards the garage, causing Morty to slip clumsily
over the motorbike’s seat, his dick was not appreciative.
“Yowch! Rick!” Morty yanked his arm back, finding his footing in time to not
face plant in the driveway. “Sorry, Rick but now’s not a good time. I’ve gotta-
I gotta go take care of something right now.” Morty faced away from Rick
quickly, super conscious of the weight in his pants. He could feel Rick’s gaze
on him and hoped furiously that he wouldn’t try and make him pursue this
scheme. “Powered Neutronium isn’t really my thing, Rick. So I’m just gonna go.
Okay?”
A moment of silence passed before Rick turned away and walked off, grouched by
Morty’s brush off. “Fine then you little shit, go have fun at Toys R Us or
wherever it is you’re going.”
Without a second thought Morty got on his bike and was on his way to Jessica’s
place.
***** Bully *****
Chapter Summary
     Alt Chapter Title : Fireworks
Chapter Notes
     There was a plot in mind. But then I decided to just post smut
     instead.
When Rick and Morty broke into Harry Herpson High to change his grades, Morty
made sure to get a hold of Jessica’s home address. It wasn’t a spur of the
moment thing. He had planned to do so before he even thought about changing his
grades, that was his cover. He was discreet about it,  and made sure Rick was
out of the room. A part of Morty knew he’d never get over the shame if Rick saw
Jessica’s information bright on the screen. It would only take a second to
connect those dots. Even a five year old could have detected Morty’s intent.
 “I-it’s nothing serious. I just wanna check up on her.” Morty’s self reasoning
was lame but for him it was enough justification to at least go to Jessica’s
house.
 Along the way Morty watched the people frozen on the sidewalk, completely
oblivious to everything him, Summer, and Rick got away with without them ever
knowing. Sometimes the thought of that kind of power made Morty smile a smile
he used to try and force back into neutrality though not anymore. It wasn’t as
if he had done anything to out right hurt these people, and he never would.
 Still, the very fact that he could do anything...  The three of them had
already shuffled people around quite a bit, changed their clothes, put dresses
on guys, pulled the wigs off of women in the middle of important meetings,
stolen candy from babies, and placed more unwilling hands on unsuspecting asses
than he could count. They’d probably rig up a way to record the chaos when time
restarted. A giant social experiment, Rick called it. One for the photo album.
 Morty arrived in front of Jessica’s place, a house pretty similar to his on
the outside with a slightly more upscaled interior, and walked through the
front door as if he lived there, he would have to replace the broken window
before the time reset. Another easy task for the Meeseeks box.
 Morty closed the front door with a soft click, force of habit, it’s not like
there was anyone here waiting for him. Technically.  Jessica’s parents weren’t
in the house, a definite plus, made the place feel like his own, like a resort
get away from the prying eyes of Rick and his sister, a fortress of privacy. He
went upstairs and down the hall to Jessica’s room, the second door on the
right.  He went in and there she was, beautiful as always, sitting on a chair
next to her bed, buttoned down blouse with an expectant smile.
 The first time Morty had done this it had been weird. Real weird, and
extremely terrifying. Every moment he spent near her could have been the moment
Rick decided he’d had enough of this time frozen reality and with a simple
button press pretty much destroy him. But as each day went by, his grandfather
didn’t seem bothered, and if he did he could always fly off to another planet
or alternate dimension for a while.
 “H-hey, Jessica. Sorry if this is on short notice but I just needed a change
of scenery,” Morty sat on the bed opposite her, and placed a hand on her silky
thigh.  “And I didn’t think you’d mind too much.” She continued to smile at him
expectantly and he leaned in for a kiss. Of course her lips didn’t push back,
Morty didn’t expect them to. He gripped Jessica’s thigh when that familiar shot
of electricity went through his cock. If he hadn’t been hard before, now it was
trying to tear through his pants. It was time to do something about it.
 Maneuvering Jessica onto her knees was fairly easy, adjusting her shoulders
and head to be at the correct height, Morty pulled his pants down and kicked
them off to the side. At first he’d keep them on, taking advantage of the
situation presented yet still feeling self conscious, by now he’d stopped
caring.  For a moment he stared into Jessica’s beautiful face, though her eyes
weren’t actually focused on him, he believed they were.
 “Oh, Morty. You’re so silly. Stop messing around and give me that dick!”
 That’s definitely something Jessica would say. Definitely. Morty guided his
hips forward, his cock teased her lips, moving up and around like he was trying
to apply lipstick with it. The opening was  so soft and intensely tantalizing.
He didn’t waste anymore time.
 
===============================================================================
 
Morty felt his heart rip into pieces the night of the big home game. He was
there only because his dad insisted he get out of the house and experience
normal human life outside of his room or Rick’s garage at least twice a week,
so he’d thought about asking Jessica out to the movies with him after the game.
She had been giving him some seriously long doting looks in the hallway between
classes. Looks he couldn’t figure out but didn’t reject. They even shared a few
glancing conversations together before Brad intercepted. He was always nearby
to pull her away from him, the way you keep your kids from interacting with
homeless old people they pass on the street. Not that Jessica was ever happy
about it. Maybe she was ready to leave Brad alone?
 A movie would be perfect. Nothing serious, just casual, not a date, not a
fling, maybe a friend thing if she wanted.  A horror movie could be just the
thing to score him some points in the hand holding department.
 Only...when the game ended, she flew into Brad’s arms with what had to be the
biggest wettest kiss she could muster, and as Brad embraced her, it was as it
Morty’s heart had been crushed under the stampeding feet of everyone in that
stadium. There was no reason for Morty to stay after that.
 “Hey kid.”
 Morty was at the edge of the school parking lot, just far enough to be out of
range of the street lamps, when a shadow stepped from behind a car to confront
him. Morty cringed and backed away. “Uh. Hi, Iris. I didn’t see you. Sorry. I-
I’m just going-” Iris’s hand on his shoulder only increased his babbling in a
sad effort to get away from the sophomore, one of the tough kids from the jock
sect. On the swim team and often seen palling around with Brad which was enough
to put Morty on edge. It didn’t help that she made it an active pursuit to try
playing hackey sack with his balls whenever they crossed paths in a lonely
hallway. She was just a different shade of Frank Pollicki.  
 “Shut up, Morty.” Iris’s freckled features twisted into a sneer. “So looks
like we finally won a game. Pretty cool, right?”
 “Uh..y-yeah I-I guess.”
Iris leaned in. “That’s cause to celebrate, right?”
 Morty felt himself being moved backwards until he hit the side of a car.  His
eyes darted back and forth, empty parking lot dammit why was nobody around?
 The smell of Jack Daniels...or maybe Captain Morgan was thick, encasing him
like a dome under Iris’s glare. A knee slid up his inner thigh to press firmly
against his balls. It wasn’t a kick but the move was rough and sudden.  Morty
would have shrieked if not for the hand clamped over his mouth, so he thrashed
instead, eyes wide and scared.
 “Shut up you damn dweeb I’m not gonna hurt you!” Iris was strong for her size,
nearly as tall as Summer, but she worked out like a jock making his struggles
useless. “Don’t take this the wrong way you idiot.”
 Morty calmed down and Iris smiled. “See? No reason to freak out, right?” she
chuckled. “You’re such a doofus Morty.” Iris pulled away from him but kept her
palms on the car Morty was pressed up against, essentially caging him between
her two strong arms and formidable bust. Morty shivered. It was a chilly night,
despite that Iris thought a low cut tank was the best thing to wear outside.
 “Hey! Eyes are up here!” Irish shouted. Morty’s glance pulled away from the
cleavage and onto a set of annoyed eyes. “S-sorry, I wasn’t trying to l-look at
them. I mean they-”
 “Whatever,” Iris sighed. “I guess you have no choice bein as short as you
are.”
 Not knowing how to respond, Morty just kept his mouth shut and looked down at
his tennis shoes.
 “So Mort, how’s life?” The random topic took him off guard.
 “Uh.pretty alright. Fine I guess.”
 “Liar,” she slurred like her tongue was slipping on alcohol. She leaned her
face close to Morty’s, close enough that he had to look away, desperate for a
diversion.
 “You look like dog shit you little turd. So what’s got you all down in the
mouth?”
 Morty frowned and bit his bottom lip.“None of your business.”he wanted to say
but he knew better. He wanted to get home in one piece.
 “You look so glum,” she flicked his nose with a finger. “I know just what you
need.” Iris looked over Morty’s head then looked down at him again, her
predatory eyes entranced him.
 “How about I help you get over Jessica.”
 Morty flinched. “Wuh...wh-what? What about Jessica? No, I really just need to
go-”  
 Everything froze when Iris mashed her lips against his. His head slammed back
against the car but there was nowhere to run, Iris had him locked and his
brains were starting to scramble. Before any sense or coherency returned she
pulled her lips away, leaving Morty to stew in absolute confusion. He felt Iris
slip in between him and the car door, warm lips pressed into his neck,
distracting him from her wandering hands.
 “Wait. What are you...” Morty felt heat rise to his face.
 “Damn jacket is in the way.”  Iris muttered as she found the zipper of his
puffy blue jacket and pulled it down to reveal a light yellow sweater
underneath. “Geeze, it's not that cold tonight, Morty.” Her voice sounded thick
and sluggish in his ear, the stink of alcohol almost completely blotted out the
original scent of her woody perfume, His stomach turned, it smelled just like
Jessica’s perfume.
 “Stop. I gotta go.” Morty moved forward as his arms slipped out of his jacket.
Iris still had it, but she threw it down and grabbed him again, squeezing him
against her breasts.
 “Where do you think you’re going?”
 “W-why are you doing this?” Morty said,  frustration starting to carve it’s
way into his tone. “Is this a-a dare or something? Did you lose a bet?”
 “I’m doing this because I want to you little shit.” Iris slurred. A fist hit
Morty on the side of the head. It didn’t hurt too much, she was probably too
drunk to really hurt him. But the implications alone were strong enough.
 Ziiip
 Off in the distance the band was playing something but they were too far away
for him to tell. All he knew was the game was over, and people would be heading
to their cars soon and....
 “Ung! W-w-what are you doing?!”  Morty screamed, a hand clamped over his
mouth, Her free hand was in his pants, rubbing him, fondling him.
 “Shut up,you idiot. Shut up and listen.”
 There were footsteps coming from a few yards behind them. People were leaving
the school, obviously opting out of the upcoming fireworks display. Morty could
have died when the person, whoever they were, walked right past the car he and
Iris were tucked behind, but they were in enough shadow to not be seen easily.
For a fleeting moment Morty thought about yelling, mouth covered or not he
would get their attention and he would be saved. Seconds ticked by, a car
started and drove away until silence was renewed. His thoughts raced several
ineffective directions at once before fizzling into nothing. Why was this
happening, why Iris, why now, when would someone catch him in this? He could
feel his heart beating through his eardrums. Why...oh...god.
 “Please,stop, we’re gonna get cauugh-s-some one’ll see us!” His words came out
in a low drawn out whisper. Iris chuckled wickedly in the crook of his neck the
vibration and warmth liquefying his senses. When he looked down his dick was
out of his haphazardly pulled down jeans, fully exposed to the whole damn
world, Iris pumping it off like a shotgun.
 “We almost got caught. Did that excite you, Morty?”
 “No!” His voice trembled. “I'm not. Thi-this...I dont want...”
 “You just grew three sizes in my palm.”
 “I can't tell my dick what to do.” Morty clenched his teeth and strained
against her,trying to pull free. Iris squeezed him viciously and Morty yelped
in pain. “D-don't do that!”
 Iris moved again, this time without as much concern about keeping him from
running.
 “Fuck me, you’re such a little freak, Morty...”
 Morty’s eyes were shut tight, mortified by the way his body was betraying him.
He then realized that the presence of soft pillowy breasts was no longer
present on the back of his head. Iris had moved, and then there was a soft warm
breeze ghosting over his penis. He looked down to see something he just
couldn’t believe. Iris on her knees, cheeks still flushed from alcohol and
maybe now arousal. He glared angrily at her though she didn’t seem to notice.
 She smiled.
 “Are you ready?” she whispered. There was no hint of joke in her voice, she
was dead serious.
 Morty gulped. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He stared back at her speechless and afraid.
Just a couple of minutes ago Iris had been honest to God raping him. But now,
when she just willingly placed herself into a far more vulnerable position in
which he could escape...
 Running was literally the last thing to come to his mind. In what little light
there was, he could see her. Suddenly docile and pleasing with one arm
supporting her and the other draped over her chest. Iris looked at him the same
way those doe eyed porn stars looked at him in those POV videos. This wasn’t
teasing, she looked like she wanted to please him. She even looked a bit like
Jessica.
 “Come on, Morty. I want to hear you say it.”
 Oh shit...
 His heart pounded in his chest. This was so wrong. But the opportunity...
 'This is your chance, Morty! Stop being such a goddamned pussy!’
Geeze. Did that mental encouragement really need to come out with Rick’s voice?
His face burned a deeper shade of red.
 
“Do it. Please.”
Hopefully he wouldn't regret this.
 Iris didn’t start blowing him immediately as he’d expected. She pushed up his
sweater, her soft lips brushed against his stomach. Morty closed his eyes,
bracing his body against the car as he felt her hands grab his cock for the
moment of truth.
 “Since you’re such an exhibitionist, keep an ear out, alright?”
 “Huh?” Morty wasn’t quite sure he had understood Iris, but it was too late to
get her to repeat that. She didn’t waste any more time. Morty barely even saw
his dick before it was in her mouth. Her mouth was heaven! She started bobbing
her head up and down and reached around to grab his ass, pulling his hips
closer to her face. Morty trembled feeling the muscles in his legs tense and
release with every stroke. What was it Iris had said? To keep an ear out? Just
then Morty swore he heard snatches of conversation, some kids walking and
jogging around the cars in the lot. It sounded like a fairly large crowd all
chatting and yelling, and singing while getting into their cars, some alone or
with their parents. A few voices he actually recognized.
They were so close and yet so far away. His senses had dulled, drained out from
between Iris’s beautiful red lips. People flowed around him like a river of
danger, the car and the dark shadows created by the school’s tall brick walls
acted a mere wind breaker against what could have been a tidal wave of really
awful things.
 And there Morty was, hunched over a school bully who was lapping lavish wet
rings of pleasure around him with her tongue. If he were at all coherent of
consequence he wouldn’t have believed just how much of a fuck he didn’t give.
 
“Let them see us.” he thought. “Damn, I might cum so hard if they see us.”
 “Nng. Fuck, Iris.” He whispered her name. It was all he could do besides
panting by that point. Jerking off never felt this good. Not even when he had
Gwendoline did it ever feel this genuine. Putting his dick in the sex robot’s
mouth felt more like he was jammed into a vacuum cleaner on the highest
setting. Too rough and too dry.  
 Iris on the other hand...her  tongue did lovely things, gliding and massaging
the underside of his cock, a very nice place to massage. He unconsciously
brought his right hand up to Iris’s face, he wanted to caress her but thought
against it. Too weird? This felt amazing but did he like her? Did she like him?
His hand clenched once, twice, before grabbing a fist full of her red hair,
closing his eyes for just a moment as a rather strong wave of pleasure throbbed
through him before he looked down again. He didn’t want to miss any of the
show.
 Unconsciously Morty moved his hand lower to the base of her head, essentially
pushing her mouth further onto his cock.
 “Urk.” Iris emitted the slightest sound of trouble caused by Morty’s hand
pushing her down, she was a sloppy sucker and had to swallow whenever she
pulled up but her lips never left him. She blinked up at him and then down
again, continuing her task without even a skip in the beat. More tongue
swirling, then she pulled back to lick and play with the head. Damn she had
good tongue!
 The fireworks had started, and with them another outflow of game watchers
either satisfied or dissatisfied with the night’s events and totally oblivious
of the dirty adventure Morty was having mere feet away from them. Thankfully
the parking lot was large and Iris had ambushed him on one of the farthest
sides close to the busses so it was most likely a faculty member’s car. If they
were lucky the owner wouldn’t be ready to leave for a good while yet. If they
were lucky.
 “Iris... Y-you feel amazing...” From the corner of his eye he saw a couple of
cars drive towards them before turning off towards the lot exit, their
headlights vaguely ghosting over their hiding spot. Obviously they hadn’t been
seen but...
 Morty could feel his balls tighten and Iris must have sensed he was nearing
his peak. Her pace quickened. She was seriously going for gold, pulling his
cock further into her mouth. His hips started to move with the rhythm she had
set and she ‘urk’d’ again, probably not expecting the added momentum of his
small yet eager thrusts. Iris closed her eyes in concentration, Morty lolled
his head back when he felt her fingers grip his ass even tighter. In that
moment of growing euphoria he believed that Iris picked on him because she
secretly loved him. It was stupidly juvenile to think this but he was a stupid
juvenile. As Rick once said, sometimes it was like his common sense was in
orbit. But the pleasure was real and reaching its crescendo, the sound of the
fireworks was so loud it was actually doing a good job at masking out any stray
moans to escape his lips.  
 Morty hardly registered it when it happened, Iris moved one hand away from his
butt cheek and slid it under his sweater, found a nipple, rubbed it back and
forth a few times with her thumb then firmly tweaked it. God fucking damn.
 The fireworks finale marked the moment he couldn’t hold it anymore. He tried
to warn her but she was ruthless. He could hardly breath.
 “Ahn...Iris, fuck...oh fuck, I’m gonna..I’m gonna-!”
 He went down, his bare ass hitting the cold concrete yet Iris kept going. She
went down with him, her ass up in the air and her head down between Morty’s
legs, glistening red lips clamped down like a vice as his hot load shot toward
the back of her throat. Gulp, gulp...glulp.
 He moaned long and loud, doubled over and muffled in her hair still gripped
between his fingers. Iris didn’t unlatch her face from his dick until he
finished.
 He panted while Iris polished him off then sat up and whipped her mouth clean
on the sleeve of her jeans jacket as if she had just finished a most delicious
meal.
 
“I hope you didn’t wake the whole neighborhood.” She didn’t spit, she didn’t
wipe her mouth to get something gross out of it. She laughed and licked her
lips playfully.
 
“That was a lotof pent up emotion.”
 
Morty was confused. Did it...taste different when you were stressed out about
something?  Iris must have caught his confusion and rolled her eyes.
“Nevermind.”
 
“Nevermind?!” As the afterglow faded shame returned and he pulled his boxers
and jeans back on. Iris leaned back seemingly untroubled, giving him a chance
to collect his thoughts and feelings. Morty lifted a shaky hand up to her.
“That was...great.” He searched for something else to say but nothing else came
out. His heart had settled by then, even though his brain had just started to
work, and the reality of what had just happened finally hit him.
 “....thanks,”
 “Not a problem, Mort.” Iris’s smile was lopsided as she winked at him. She had
beautiful pink lips, swollen with exertion. Most of the red lipstick was
smeared all over his cock. She looked so satisfied with her work.
 "Can we do this again?”That thought rang loud in his brain but shame, he still
had some of that left, kept him from vocalizing it.
 “But I don’t understand...why?" he asked.
 I was drunk, I was horny, I saw you and thought I'd go for it.”
 “In the parking lot?!”
 “You liked it.”
 Morty couldnt deny that. It brought on a fresh avalanche of shame. “But...”
 “I did it because you’re cute, Morty. You look good enough to fuck.” she
sounded so casual about it, Morty’s heart practically stopped. “Wha...?”
 Iris stood up and started brushing herself off.
 “Jessica isn’t the only one who eyes you in the hallway. But I wanted a piece
of you first."
"Stand up.” She reached down for his hand and pulled him up easily. “Get your
pants on. No point in risking getting caught with your pants down now.”
 Morty’s brain hadn’t caught up with her yet. “So you mean you think I’m-”
 “Why don’t we do this again sometime.” Iris interrupted, she slapped his back
with nearly enough force to send him sprawling. “You’re cute and you’re fun in
your own weird... twerpish way.” She pulled him close and kissed Morty for the
second time that night, with enough force to illicit a whimper from Morty.
Unfortunately it was too late to do anything else.
 She left Morty standing alone next to principal Vagina’s car. When his dad
came to pick him up...the conversation was awkward.

























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