RICK & MORTY – ‘Morty Finally Get’s to Give Jessica His Pickle! And Glaze Her Face!’

Title: **Rick & Morty – Morty Finally Gets to Give Jessica His Pickle… and Glaze Her Face!**

The interdimensional gateway swirled open with a familiar whoosh, revealing the voluptuous curves of Jessica, the object of Morty’s eternal obsession. But this time, things were different. This time, the hefty, veiny pickle morty had been growing for weeks finally graced his crotch, pulsing with barely contained need.

“Jessica…” Morty’s voice quavered as he took in the sight of her – waxed red pubic mound slightly visible beneath a tantalizingly short skirt, perfectly perky breasts straining against a tight white blouse, and lips daringly coated in a shade of deep, dark pink. “I think I… I have a pickle for you!”

Jessica’s green eyes widened as she took in the sizeable green appendage juttling urgently from Morty’s fly. “Well hot diggity damn!” Her shrill voice pitched an octave higher with excitement. “It sure looks like you do, Morty!” She sauntered forward, red pumps clicking on the ground until Morty towered a good foot over her. Jessica reached up and ran a trail of lascivious red nails down Morty’s chest and stomach. Morty shivered.

Jessica’s fingers curled around Morty’s pickle and gave an exploratory stroke. Morty almost passed out from the pleasure jolting through him. “Well, Luke, I went around the universe and back, trying to find some luck…” Jessica looked up at Morty through her lashes, licking her lips slowly. “And I think I finally found it.”

With that, she dropped to her knees, bunching her skirt up to expose the creamy tops of her thighs and the lacy tops of her stockings. Then, with an adoring coo, she took Morty’s pickle into her mouth.

“Oh fucking universe!” Morty cried out as her warm, wet mouth encased him. Jessica hummed, sending pleasurable vibrations racing through him. She bobbed her head, taking Morty deeper with every slurp and suck. Morty fisted a hand into her hot pink hair, guiding her movements as his hips pistoned forward.

Jessica knew just how to stroke his pickle, with the perfect amount of pressure and speed. She teased every throbbing vein, circle the tip with her wet tongue, and swallowed him to the hilt until her nose brushed his pubic hair. Morty was in utter heaven.

After long minutes, Jessica finally freed his rigid green shaft with a slick *pop.* “Mmmm,” she purred, running her thumb over the beaded bead of precum glistening at the tip like a perverted teardrop. “That’s good fuel. But I think it’s time to see just how much pickle this girl can take!”

To Morty’s shock, Jessica spread her ass cheeks and pressed the tip of his pickle against her puckered anus. “I ain’t never had an effemin-ally enhancing pickle up my ass before. Or any of my holes!” she giggled. “Think you can stick it in, big boy? Wanna see you pound me raw ’til I scream.”

“Oh sweet Jesus on the moon!” Morty exclaimed, momentarily paralyzed by the expectations thrust upon him. But Jessica’s words spurred him into action. She spread herself open to his bullet gaze, glistening folds plump and swollen with need. With a sudden thrust of his hips, he pushed up inside her tight heat in one buttery stroke.

“Holy fuckballs!” Jessica’s eyes crossed, her mouth falling open in a perfect ‘o’ of ecstasy. Her back arched sensually, giving lovely side-boob peeks at the creamy flesh spilling from her blouse. Then she started rocking her hips, taking Morty even deeper.

Soon, their grunts and panting cries of pleasure echoed through the deserted room. Morty gripped her pale hips, fingers sinking into the giving flesh. Jessica arched and thrashed beneath him, her auburn hair splaying out across the floor like a fiery halo. Beads of sweat trickled between her heaving breasts.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck me babies!” Jessica cried out as she finally came, her pussy clenching like a fist around Morty’s raging pickle. “Wreck my gash ’til you bust!”

That was all Morty needed to hear. He jackhammered into her, balls slapping obscenely against her ass as he chased his climax. With a final, powerful thrust, he hilted himself deep and exploded inside her. Sperm spurted from his pickle like a geyser, painting her gash an off-putting shade of green.

When Morty finally eased out of Jessica’s thoroughly glazed hole, he caught a glimpse of his pickle slick with amphibian cum. Jessica rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs wide and rubbing her theatrical cunt. “Mmmm!” she purred. “I’ll never have enough effemin-ally enhancing juice!”

Morty’s imagination raced as he wiped the last dollops of jizz from his pickle. Cumming so deep inside Jessica’s apparently atomic pussy had fried a few brain cells, judging by the abstract thoughts filling his head.

What if he could give Jessica more of his special pickle fuel, to really fry every neuron ’til she was an atomically sexy, beta femaleship for him? If he kept pumping her full of effemin-ally enhancing juice, she’d never be satisfied with anyone else’s dicks – cosmic or mundane. She’d be his total, eternal, atomic pickle addict, always ready and eager for him to pump her full!

A wicked grin spread across Morty’s face and his pickle stiffened once more. “Get ready, Jessica,” he said silkily, voice rife with dark promise. “We’re just getting started…”