This story is a fanfic about Rick and Morty. We're in front of Summer remembering a beautiful anecdote on an ordinary day of her boring vacations. I hope you like it, if so let me know in the comments. If the response is positive, I'll be building more fanfic from this series or any other that gives good material. Recommendations are accepted.A HONOR, COMPANIONS.
A dull day for Summer.Grandpa was into his science stuff; my brother Morty, that acne and hormone sack; as always, stealing the attention from Grandpa. My mom, God!, with a tremendous hangover, maybe a little drunk (or sure, very) because I found her lying on the couch bed. She had on a mini skirt, my mini skirt!; and her lace lingerie in black was peeking out a bit at the back of her left thigh. She had fallen asleep, silly, not even bothered that we saw her. Since she left with my dad, she's had some ups and downs. She spends most of her time sleeping or locked away; sometimes she goes out with some unknown guy, and doesn't come back until very late at night or the next day. Once I caught her making weird moves in one of Morty's teachers' cars. Her hair was going up and down on the front seats of the car; he: making faces, twisting his eyes and sticking out his tongue. When Mom finally came into the house, still with her hair all over the place and a breast almost out, she dared to tell me. –The professor at Morty's is very concerned about her education-. Yeah, sure, after you just finished sucking him off, how not?, I thought of saying, but I kept it to myself, took some pictures too. There'll be another chance to blackmail her.
I got lost in the matter of the clandestine blowjobs my mom gave those guys, what was I saying? Ah, yes, the story! I was bored, as always, and there wasn't anything fun to do during vacation. My grandpa Rick and Morty were always together everywhere, without paying much attention to me. Sometimes I'd go out with a guy named Bradley, an idiot from the basketball team. Dark-haired, tall, athletic, and yes, I have to admit he was very nice to me.
I met him in a peculiar way. We had coincided at a party once, I got so drunk that in the heat of the moment, without really knowing how, ended up sucking his cock (it gives me a bit of a laugh) The word cock, although it also gets me a bit wet) in the backyard of the house where we were, behind a fence that separated the patio from an improvised garden, sure of my friend Barbara's parents, who had invited us. He sat on some sacks of earth and I crouched between his legs; not caring if I got my knees dirty. I was quite drunk, so I clumsily tried to be something sexy and started smelling him, kissing him, and licking him above his pants. I don't know if he didn't like it, if he was too drunk to think clearly; or maybe he was just very hot and couldn't take the waiting anymore. He grabbed my hair and braided a braid with one hand (the guy knew what he was doing, you could tell). He unzipped his pants and pulled out his black and smelly cock right in front of me. He didn't resist and started hitting me with it. For me, everything was very rare because I was quite drunk; but I couldn't help getting very excited. I wish I could say that he took that cock with the free hand, put it in my mouth and moved my head with the other hand, which had made the braid; I wish I could say that he grabbed me by the mouth, gave me a taste all the way to the back of my throat and said things like Do you like cocks, really?, Do you like how you're getting fucked in the mouth, doll?; I would have answered yes, yes, YES!; I would have wanted him to put it as far in as I couldn't breathe. How I would have loved for him to fill my whole mouth with his cum, asking me to drink it until the last drop. But that didn't happen, at least not in the way I narrated it, the truth is that as soon as I saw that incredible cock I knew what I had to do; what I was dying to do. I opened my mouth wide and prepared to eat it all. Bradley's face turned very pale and he pushed me back. He was sucking on it so tasty that at one moment he stopped holding my hair. I She played with my tongue, tracing the succulent veins of Bradley's penis, uff, what an aroma, what a flavor! I don't know if it was because I hadn't done it for a while, but that dark penis, with a head that seemed buttered and with hairy, well-rounded balls; it was a fantastic toy. I licked from top to bottom. I made circular movements on its tip with my tongue, giving him yummy sucks, sucking his head. Bradley couldn't articulate a word, only emitting guttural sounds, moans, and growls of pleasure. I pulled up the dress I had on until my waist, doing it with one hand while with the other I was pulling Bradley's cock into my mouth. It wasn't so he could touch me, it was just that I got very excited having my bum in the air. I wore a red thong made of three straps around my hips, lifted to different heights. It was an spectacular effect. I would have loved someone to be spying on me from behind, seeing me; masturbating with the voluptuous image of my entangled arse. Maybe Bradley realized it, I suppose so, because at that moment he stopped being passive and taking my head in both hands, moved his hips strongly upwards, thrusting against my mouth. For a moment I felt like I wouldn't be able to resist, but even not being able to breathe was making me very, very hot. I thought he was going to cum in my mouth to give me his cum, but strangely he pulled it out before coming. -Close your eyes and stick out your tongue- he told me-. I obeyed, although I left my gaze slightly open to carefully see the prodigious moment of the hot and thick stream. That's how it was, almost at the moment of sticking out my tongue I felt like I was being washed with his semen, sticky and warm. Most of it fell into my mouth, but I could feel it dripping down my cheeks, nose, and cheekbones. The very bastard didn't let me enjoy it, he immediately put his cock back in my mouth and gave me another quickie for about 30 seconds. That impetuous return of his penis caused me to pass the semen that I still had it in my mouth. And my ass: still in the air; and my little one: like a flowing river. The rest is history, we just went back to the party and later Grandpa Rick sent me a portal to return home secretly, a direct portal to my room. What strange, I didn't remember leaving my underwear drawer open. Sure I left it that way because of the rush. It doesn't matter.
I said the boy didn't matter to me because, well, it was true. For me, he was just a one-night stand, and more or less, because they were only some tender little sucks, nothing serious (jaja, clearly, tender). Bradley kept inviting me out on repeated occasions, although strangely without trying anything with me again. I think he's only trying to win my trust; but honestly, I'm already a bit tired of him and his coffee outings. Maybe soon I'll try my black candy again, and thus rejuvenate my desire to be with him. Who knows, maybe now if he tells me some dirty things. My mind is flying, and remembering that day again. Good thing I kept the memory with Grandpa's machine, so I can taste that warm and flowing semen as many times as I like.
A dull day for Summer.Grandpa was into his science stuff; my brother Morty, that acne and hormone sack; as always, stealing the attention from Grandpa. My mom, God!, with a tremendous hangover, maybe a little drunk (or sure, very) because I found her lying on the couch bed. She had on a mini skirt, my mini skirt!; and her lace lingerie in black was peeking out a bit at the back of her left thigh. She had fallen asleep, silly, not even bothered that we saw her. Since she left with my dad, she's had some ups and downs. She spends most of her time sleeping or locked away; sometimes she goes out with some unknown guy, and doesn't come back until very late at night or the next day. Once I caught her making weird moves in one of Morty's teachers' cars. Her hair was going up and down on the front seats of the car; he: making faces, twisting his eyes and sticking out his tongue. When Mom finally came into the house, still with her hair all over the place and a breast almost out, she dared to tell me. –The professor at Morty's is very concerned about her education-. Yeah, sure, after you just finished sucking him off, how not?, I thought of saying, but I kept it to myself, took some pictures too. There'll be another chance to blackmail her.
I got lost in the matter of the clandestine blowjobs my mom gave those guys, what was I saying? Ah, yes, the story! I was bored, as always, and there wasn't anything fun to do during vacation. My grandpa Rick and Morty were always together everywhere, without paying much attention to me. Sometimes I'd go out with a guy named Bradley, an idiot from the basketball team. Dark-haired, tall, athletic, and yes, I have to admit he was very nice to me.
I met him in a peculiar way. We had coincided at a party once, I got so drunk that in the heat of the moment, without really knowing how, ended up sucking his cock (it gives me a bit of a laugh) The word cock, although it also gets me a bit wet) in the backyard of the house where we were, behind a fence that separated the patio from an improvised garden, sure of my friend Barbara's parents, who had invited us. He sat on some sacks of earth and I crouched between his legs; not caring if I got my knees dirty. I was quite drunk, so I clumsily tried to be something sexy and started smelling him, kissing him, and licking him above his pants. I don't know if he didn't like it, if he was too drunk to think clearly; or maybe he was just very hot and couldn't take the waiting anymore. He grabbed my hair and braided a braid with one hand (the guy knew what he was doing, you could tell). He unzipped his pants and pulled out his black and smelly cock right in front of me. He didn't resist and started hitting me with it. For me, everything was very rare because I was quite drunk; but I couldn't help getting very excited. I wish I could say that he took that cock with the free hand, put it in my mouth and moved my head with the other hand, which had made the braid; I wish I could say that he grabbed me by the mouth, gave me a taste all the way to the back of my throat and said things like Do you like cocks, really?, Do you like how you're getting fucked in the mouth, doll?; I would have answered yes, yes, YES!; I would have wanted him to put it as far in as I couldn't breathe. How I would have loved for him to fill my whole mouth with his cum, asking me to drink it until the last drop. But that didn't happen, at least not in the way I narrated it, the truth is that as soon as I saw that incredible cock I knew what I had to do; what I was dying to do. I opened my mouth wide and prepared to eat it all. Bradley's face turned very pale and he pushed me back. He was sucking on it so tasty that at one moment he stopped holding my hair. I She played with my tongue, tracing the succulent veins of Bradley's penis, uff, what an aroma, what a flavor! I don't know if it was because I hadn't done it for a while, but that dark penis, with a head that seemed buttered and with hairy, well-rounded balls; it was a fantastic toy. I licked from top to bottom. I made circular movements on its tip with my tongue, giving him yummy sucks, sucking his head. Bradley couldn't articulate a word, only emitting guttural sounds, moans, and growls of pleasure. I pulled up the dress I had on until my waist, doing it with one hand while with the other I was pulling Bradley's cock into my mouth. It wasn't so he could touch me, it was just that I got very excited having my bum in the air. I wore a red thong made of three straps around my hips, lifted to different heights. It was an spectacular effect. I would have loved someone to be spying on me from behind, seeing me; masturbating with the voluptuous image of my entangled arse. Maybe Bradley realized it, I suppose so, because at that moment he stopped being passive and taking my head in both hands, moved his hips strongly upwards, thrusting against my mouth. For a moment I felt like I wouldn't be able to resist, but even not being able to breathe was making me very, very hot. I thought he was going to cum in my mouth to give me his cum, but strangely he pulled it out before coming. -Close your eyes and stick out your tongue- he told me-. I obeyed, although I left my gaze slightly open to carefully see the prodigious moment of the hot and thick stream. That's how it was, almost at the moment of sticking out my tongue I felt like I was being washed with his semen, sticky and warm. Most of it fell into my mouth, but I could feel it dripping down my cheeks, nose, and cheekbones. The very bastard didn't let me enjoy it, he immediately put his cock back in my mouth and gave me another quickie for about 30 seconds. That impetuous return of his penis caused me to pass the semen that I still had it in my mouth. And my ass: still in the air; and my little one: like a flowing river. The rest is history, we just went back to the party and later Grandpa Rick sent me a portal to return home secretly, a direct portal to my room. What strange, I didn't remember leaving my underwear drawer open. Sure I left it that way because of the rush. It doesn't matter.
I said the boy didn't matter to me because, well, it was true. For me, he was just a one-night stand, and more or less, because they were only some tender little sucks, nothing serious (jaja, clearly, tender). Bradley kept inviting me out on repeated occasions, although strangely without trying anything with me again. I think he's only trying to win my trust; but honestly, I'm already a bit tired of him and his coffee outings. Maybe soon I'll try my black candy again, and thus rejuvenate my desire to be with him. Who knows, maybe now if he tells me some dirty things. My mind is flying, and remembering that day again. Good thing I kept the memory with Grandpa's machine, so I can taste that warm and flowing semen as many times as I like.
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