I am Morty Sanchez

I won't be making detailed smut any time until much later. Because I feel like I let my perversion instead of my creative side take over.

There still is smut but it won't be the main focus. Hope you don't mind that.

Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter while I try to balance this with my college life.

That aside, Toodaloo Bitches.

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Rick and Morty

Tuesday

Pamela's apartment

7:00 Am. At the same time as past Morty went down stairs cooking.

The material snapped so easily under his powerful fingers, but he did not toss it aside onto the floor. He had other plans for the soaked fabric.

Pushing her legs to test her flexibility, he was not surprised to see knees touching ears. Wet and slick, the pussy looked inviting, lusting to accept his foreign sword into its lathered sheath.

"Is this what you want?" Pamela asked, grabbing her ankles to hold her legs in place.

"Oh yeah, stay like that and I'll pound your womb until you scream for me to stop."

Mounting on top, and with a single, fluid motion, Morty's thick cockhead pierced the black veil, sliding right in until the shaft stopped.

Basic biology stopped him cold and Pamela would have to enjoy all the inches she got, and fantasize in her head how the remaining inches felt. Their tongues danced again, sloppy and messy, both making lewd moans and groans.

Morty's hand dug into the used mattress near Pamela's head, giving him a solid base to fuck her wildly. From tip to shaft he fucked her, filling her full with every single thrust.

Pamela's brain started to melt from the pleasure. Something about Morty's technique, his demeanor, the way he grunted while he looked her in the eyes like a hungry animal made her primal brain crave more. She fucked well hung men before but they did not feel as good as him.

"We have to make this quick, bitch," he told her, biting her lip dominantly after a kiss.

"But I have a few positions I was going to use you in."

"Then make me feel it." she moaned back, still holding her ankles in place.

Morty spat down Pamela's throat again. If she wanted it rough, wanted it hardcore, he'd give it to her all night long.

Ten minutes straight of no rest and no changing positions, he fucked her into the bed. Her cheeks were a sea of spit from their sloppy kissing, and her cunt squelched from the cum he dumped into her and the blissful orgasms she rolled through as he didn't stop. He fucked like a machine turned up to eleven then left without an operator.

"Keep going. I need this so bad, so fucking bad. Make me squirt and jizz onto the mattress." she moaned into his ear, arms gripping his shoulders tightly.

Morty stayed hard through one cum dumping, fucking through the sensitive feeling. A mixture of slow and fast fucking, hard and not as hard, allowed him to keep going. The only reason to stop was positional boredom.

"Is that what you want? Don't bitch at me when I fuck you in your own squirt," he told her.

Getting up he could see the gaped out whoriental hole, glistening and red from the non-stop action. Not giving Pamela a chance to recover or get a word in, he turned her around on the bed.

Still holding her ankles, she did not let go, confused at what he'd do next. Then she felt the weightlessness, staring down at the bed. Morty had slipped his hands past her legs, full nelson style, and casually lifted her up in the air.

Part of her mind wanted to send squirting signals right then and there, to piss all over the mattress in lust. The pleasure took over and filled her brain with those addictive endorphins again.

"Oh fuck~♥️...oh fuck~♥️...oh fuck...fuck...fuck...fuck..."

It sounded like a lame porno but that was all Pamela could stammer out, edging so close to orgasming from Morty fucking her in the dangerously kinky position.

"You're still so tight, even after I've gaped you out the past while. Your cunt wants to keep me hard all night long. I've got you lined up perfectly, bitch, squirt all over the bedding at your leisure. Hell, do it thrice for all I care."

Morty started grunting, hips bucking back and forth to stuff as much white shaft up her whoriental cunt as possible. So tight, so welcoming, and so wet, she made it easy to stay hard and entertained.

It did not take long for Pamela to do as told, letting out a long stream of womanly juices to water the bedding. Through the lust she realized she'd be getting fucked in her own squirt, that or on the dirty floor for the rest of the night.

"You're a dirty teacher," Morty commented.

"Fucking your student and acting like whore. Imagine how the other students react when they find out their respected teacher is getting raw dogged by her student?"

The humiliating words added to the kinky fantasy inside Pamela's dirty brain. She wanted more. Harder, faster, more humiliating, even if it were too much at once. Without any word of warning, Morty let her down onto the wet bedding.

"Don't you think it best if I fuck you every second and every moment. From the bed, the shower, by the window while screaming my name as I pour my milk inside your womb feeding our child with my milk." Morty growled at her heating up, enjoying how submissive she appeared.

Looking surprised at why, Pamela didn't notice the feeling of wet panties entering her mouth until her taste buds broke through the sex blockade set up inside her slutty brain.

"There we go, my slutty teacher, that'll shut you up enough so we don't get a noise complaint. I know you a whores like you enjoy to squeal when getting fucked."

Pamela blinked, brain shut off, unable to comprehend getting everything her dirty desires craved.

Treated like a piece of prostitution meat in a depraved, hardcore porno, while getting her profession used as a fetish.

'If he fucks me like, then I might not be able to work today especially how sore I'll be once this is done but it's worth.'

She thought to herself. Pamela felt her body being used like nothing more than a toy unable to move due to their position ramming deep into her inside while his rod was building out from every thrust.

On the other hand, Morty could feel how tightly her cunt was every time he humiliated her and this only motivated him even more to railed her inside.

"Fuck…I'm close…. I'll release my semen now and fill your inside again while my seed tries to knock you up once more." Morty whispered into her ears while Pamela drool and tears falling from her eyes as juices squirting from her cunt every time Morty pulled and slammed it back.

"Mhmagevsvetome~♥️" She mumbled telling him to give it to her entering a state of ecstacy losing any sense beside pleasure.

"Take it, bitch!" With a final shoved poured his load like a gushing dam filling her utaries with his seed and Pamela's face became exaggerated as her cheeks flushed and eyes rolled-back while the panty dropped into the bed as her tongue hung out. A ahegao.

Her belly slowly bloated, growing larger as if she had been pregnant for a few months. Pamela panting heavily like a dog and the milk was too much as it leaked while they were still connected.

With a plopping sound cause his still hardened dick escaped her inside while melted baby butter poured from her cunt into the bed soaking the bed sheet. The two of them fell into the bed with Pamela twitching trying to catch her breath.

"Haaa…haaa….talk about morning cardio. I feel exhausted." Pamela manages to regain some clarity and glance down to see her belly.

"Damn, I wouldn't be surprised I got pregnant again with the amount you poured." She commented while Morty wrapped his arms around her kissing her forehead in an intimate manner lacking any lust and simply had heartfelt affection.

"Was I too rough? I know that I can't really hurt you but I'm just making sure." Morty has Essence of Breeder making it possible for Porn and Hentai logic to work on him.

"I enjoyed it. I like a man who can dominate me in bed. Most of my one night stands were boring." Pamela is an adult therefore had experience with men but she isn't a whore who only sleeps with anyone. She still has a standard.

"I'm curious, did you ever have a boyfriend? Actually, what are we?" Morty asked even though he knew the answer wanted to be confirmed. A theory would never be a fact without concrete evidence.

"No, I never had a boyfriend. I dated men before but it didn't last since most only wanted my body and we never clicked." Pamela answered and looked at Morty.

"As for what we are, I want to know first if you like me? Because I do like you Morty even before you change." Pamela said, surprising Morty because he couldn't remember anything worth falling for.

"I can see your confusion even though you have changed your still the same clueless boy. I've always known you had a potential to be great and simply lack self-esteem. You weren't the brightest but you are quick witted in your action, able to find a solution when needed." Pamela began to give his good points.

"Even though you are physically weak, you are still able to find a solution when push comes to shove. Though, you can be a bit awkward in the past and your stuttering can be distracting but I find it cute at the time."

She giggled remembering his past self and Morty had to agree since the OG Morty can be scary resulting in an evil morty who loses all sense of morality.

He can be considered as Evil Morty but he admires Rick because without him then OG Morty would have a mundane life that likely becomes like Jerry's life. Pathetic and miserable. Though, there is infinite reality and won't actually be miserable but this is certainly one of the possibilities.

"I'm flattered. And I also feel the same way, though, I can't deny I also like those men who are after your body." Morty was honest because if she wasn't hot then would he bothered in the first place?

It was fair trade and not everyone is stupid like twittard who promotes unlikable beauty standards simply because they don't want to hurt their feelings.

"I know but that's not the only thing you like right?" Pamela said and Morty nodded.

"Yeah, a hot body but having a real bitchy personality would be off putting. Not that I won't tame this kind of girl especially once they experience my expertise." Morty stated and Pamela giggled.

"But putting that aside, yeah, I'm after everything about your body, love, affection, the full package. I want YOU." Morty emphasize the last part and Pamela couldn't be happier looking at the ring that hide her pregnancy but can consider their engagement.

"Then we're lovers. You're my man and I'm your woman." Pamela said leaning to kiss him and accepted it.

"I'm happy then. By the way, are you planning on quitting your job since I simply provide you with everything." Morty said.

"Thank you but I'm happy with the way things are and I don't have to rely on you for everything. I'm already happy if you visit us once and a while making sure not to forget us while you get laid with other girls." Pamela said.

"Okay, I respect that. Just tell me if you ever need me and I'll be there. I ain't no douchebag and neglect you or any girls. I'm quite possessive once I sleep with someone then there mine and only mine." Morty said, causing Pamela's body to quiver in excitement.

"Oh, I have an idea, can you make a choker collar for me?" Pamela requested and this made him excited, holding out his finger to create a choker collar around her neck.

"Thank you. With this, I can remind anyone that I am taken." Pamela said.

"Kinky. I like that. Anyway, we should take a shower and have breakfast." Morty suggested and Pamela nodded but snuggled a bit.

"Sure but let's rest for a few more minutes."

He smiled and decided to let her rest as the two laid in bed enjoying each other's company.