Chapter 68 :

A DIFFERENT MORAL codification

68. It was well preceding midnight when the taxicab dropped me off at the `` richness of delights '' marina. It had been a very long day. Up at the crack of dawn, delayed flying, hijacked by a MILF and her husband into a delightful tercet. I was exhausted and wanted nada more than to climb into my flaccid bed in the master 's after part on my Love Boat.

As I traversed the marina parking lot, I heard voices coming from the marina `` headquarters. '' Although it was sour, I could vaguely name out several mass sitting around the tabular array on the large patio next to the house. I did my right to stay on just a shadow, desperately trying to keep off any impinging with these abandoned ship. Then a part rang out. It was Percy. `` As I live and breathe. It 's the speechless dickhead from the picture boat ! Hey, fuckface ! Git yo'ass over here. ejaculate git sum of this moonshine. ``

Shit ! I was busted. I walked over to the patio and scanned the scene, taking it all in. There was Samantha, of course, her head sagging down, her chin resting on her chest, snoring. She was obviously passed out. Percy sat across, more animate and vocal than ever. Tiffany was sitting next to a stranger, a yobbo looking guy with tons of tats. He was probably a bike pack member and was enjoying the handjob Tiffany was giving him under the tabular array. There was an empty nursing bottle, lying on its slope, with a half full-of-the-moon one standing following to it on the board. A span of ashtrays to the full to overflowing and some used Styrofoam take-out intellectual nourishment containers completed the scene.

Upon seeing me, Tiffany bolted up, losing her counterbalance. She grabbed at the table for support causing the discharge bottle to undulate off, crashing to the ground making a piercing sound as it shattered. This roused Samantha. She screeched out `` Wha ? hoot ! Where am I ... What 's goin'on here ... tinker's damn ... yo'assholes gon na be the death o'me yet ! Like to pull in me tell on my britches ! ``

Walker Percy, still overly animated, retorted `` Oh, shut ya pie hole you shriveled up hag. Ai n't nobody wan na get wind your bullshit. '' Samantha took her half empty meth of corn liquor and tossed the remaining contents in Percy 's face.

Louis Comfort Tiffany attempted to move toward me, but the biker dude grabbed the waistband of her shorts and pulled her down onto his lap. His gravid hand enveloped her breast, and she started making out with him.

Percy swiped the John Barleycorn off his typeface and looked up at me. `` Hey, boater man. Here. Try sum'o this. '' He held out the half empty bottle. I waved it away, so he raised the bottle to his mouth, taking a generous swig. `` Alright then. How 'bout this ? '' He searched on the table, pushing things out of the way, feverishly looking for something. `` Where the fuck is that baggie ? What 'd ya do with that pulverisation bickering ? Ya got it stuffed somewhere up that skanky, worthless cunt'o yours ? Come on, whore. spit out it out. ``

The biker dude now thrust Tiffany off his lap and leaned forward placing his powerful forearms on the table. He fished something out of the pocket of his leather singlet. He dangled a small baggie of white gunpowder in the air. `` Ya lookin'for this ya sissy pansy ? If I give it to ya, you gon na hold to let me fuck yo'ass again, yo'know that, right ? ``

Percy slumped back in his chairperson. `` I was just tryin'be neighborly, Duke. And I do n't want it that bad. Ya made my ass bleed when ya fucked it earlier. Still kinda sore. '' Percy shifted uncomfortably in his chair, rearranging his butt.

'' Yo'ai n't seen nuthin'yet, faggot. Jus'hold money box I get yo'ass down to the clubhouse. You 'll cower menage wit two assholes ! '' Duke snorted and gave a hearty laugh. Then he turned his attention to me. `` Well ... wha do we have here ? Another sissified bunghole to have sex ? ``

Samantha came to my rescue. `` Shut the piece of ass up Duke. He 's a payin'customer. An'gim me sum mo'o'that nozzle confect, but yo'ai n't gon na git to fuck my ass tonight. Maybe tomorrow, like on credit or sumpin'. ``

'' Ya know, Samantha. Yo'a cagey all-inclusive. But this sissy boater dude ai n't payin'me and I do n't give no credit. If ya want some of this [ he held up the low baggie of cocain, waving it around ] yo'gon na have to at least train yo'fuckin'teeth out yo'mouth and suck my willie. I do n't take no handicap. ``

Tiffany, all drunked up, now lurched and stumbled her way over to me, draping her arms over my articulatio humeri. She pressed her body hard against mine and leaned in for some kissing. She emanated a nauseous stink of alcohol, her godawful, overdone magnolia perfume, and body odor from not bathing in days. I turned my head away avoiding her advance. `` What'sa matter One Hung Low ? All this talk 'bout ass fuckin'got me horny. Le 's go ta yo'gravy boat. Yo'can sleep together my ass witout payin'Duke. ``

Duke stood up, a tall, brawny, noble image. `` Git yo'tight ass back over here, now, pettifoggery. You ai n't goin'nowhere wit no one but me this evening. I brung you sum good stuff, so I own ya tonight you dumb unsubtle. Now git yo'sweet ass over here. If'n ya say yu'r sorry, I might even let you sit on my dick. '' Duke sat down and unwrap his pants, pulling out a fat, 9 inch, half hard peter. `` Cum on, adulteress. Ca n't ya fuckin'see I 'm waitin'? ``

Tiffany stumbled around to Duke. She let her tiny jean shorts Fall to the ground. She turned around and held the sharpness of the table for support as she lowered her ass down onto his lap. She started rocking up and down and Duke held onto her rose hip, pulling them down and thrusting his fat prick upwards.

Watching Duke fuck Tiffany got Percy 's juices flowing. He unzipped and fished his minimal tool out. It was already hard, so he took off, wanking it feverishly as he watched Duke impale Tiffany.

Samantha, only half witting, saw Harry Hotspur whacking off. `` Yo'motherfucking shit ! Git that fuckin'cock over here ! I ai n't stagnant yet ya jazz. '' She took her false teeth out, throwing them on the table. `` Now git up and cum put yo'petite cock right here '' as she pointed to her encompassing open, toothless mouth.

Hotspur raised up and stood in front of Samantha. She grabbed his articulatio coxae, and he grabbed her head. He started a drunken mouth fuck, both of them holding onto each other to keep from falling over.

With all four of them otherwise engaged, I silently made my exit, level right .