Pamela's Transformation

Part 1

Just saw a great short 14-second clip. A thin woman is seen bent over under 

a large horse. She is nude but you can only see her outer thighs, arms and 

small breasts with protruding nipples. She has a couple of bangles on her 

arms that are kind of funky. I like this woman very much because of what she 

is doing.

This raven-haired beauty is holding a horse's very large penis in her hands 

as she inserts the head of the animal's cock into her mouth. After sucking 

hard you hear the horse whinny as he fills the woman's mouth with horse 

come. The woman gags on the copious spend, removes the horse cock from her 

mouth, spits out a large mouthful of the insipid semen and with the cock 

still throbbing and the stallion jism still hanging from her chin, reinserts 

the giant member into her mouth.

I've always been fond of women with no self-respect when it came to sex. 

After bouncing around with various relationships, I sank to the bottom to 

find the tramp I wanted. I was riding on a bus in Manhattan after having 

scored some blow. Naturally I had fired up and was nicely lit. It was a real 

hot day in the middle of August and I didn't want to walk 15 blocks to my 

train. I was sitting in the back when a black woman got on. This woman was 

tired-looking, disheveled and spaced out. She had on a dirty cotton skirt 

that barely reached the middle of her thighs. What made me notice her was 

that she was wearing a zippered jacket in this steam bath atmosphere.

Well this woman sits directly across from me and the first thing she does is 

drop down in the seat exhausted. Her legs were spread so wide that I 

actually could see her cunt. My prick got hard and I realized that she 

noticed me adjust my hard on so that it would point upwards rather than 

straight out. The woman looked in to my eyes tiredly and opened her legs 

even further. A woman sitting next to me noticed too and got off the bus in 

a huff. The open-legged girl gave the woman the finger.

I had my eyes riveted to her cunt when my stop approached. As I got up to 

leave I reached into my pocket and gave the woman a $100 dollar bill telling 

her that she looked like she could use it and to thanked her for showing me 

her vagina.

I got off the bus and the bus started to pull away and then stopped again. 

The black woman got off and stood next to me. She thanked me for the money 

and asked me if I would like to spend some time with her. I really had 

nowhere urgent to be so I asked her if she wouldn't mind coming to Jersey 

with me. She agreed instantly and we must have made quite a sight. I looked 

immaculate in a suit and tie and this washed out black woman was hanging 

onto my arm.

Well we made it to my car and I opened the door for my "date". Before I 

could say anything she told me that she wanted me to use her in any way I 

chose. I told her that I was glad she felt that way and gave her another 

$1000 dollars to tide her over. She said that she had no place to put the 

money and would I hold it for her. I suggested that she roll the bills into 

a tube and insert them up her ass. She did so immediately and we had a good 

laugh over it.

I asked her why she was wearing a jacket on such a hot day. She told me it 

was because she had nothing on underneath it and did not want to get 

arrested again. Her name was Pamela Brown and she was doing her best to 

enjoy the moment. As we talked I assured her that if she had no where urgent 

to be I would buy her some clothes give her some money and that she needn't 

worry.

Pam stated that she felt real good and that we would have a good time. The 

air-conditioning was on and the windows were tinted. I suggested that Pam 

remove all her garments and throw the rags in the back. She pulled down the 

zipper of the jacket and revealed a very large bust. These fuckin' cans hung 

down to her waist. They came from the sides and literally exploded into 

view. Pam immediately cupped her bust offering them to me. I told her she 

had the most perfect bust that I had ever seen. She removed her skirt and 

asked me if she could keep her shoes on.

So before long I was heading for my apartment with a large busted, open 

legged whore in my car who did not have anything except high heels on. As we 

had another 40 minutes of driving time ahead of us I told her what I 

expected of her. When I started telling her that she would not be hurt in 

any way, she stopped me. She told me that there were some forms of pain that 

she enjoyed as long as she trusted the person she was with. Pam mentioned 

that she liked to have lit cigarettes put out on her bust. I stubbed out the 

Marlboro I was smoking on her left breast and she cooed nicely. She then 

mentioned that she had to go to the bathroom and wasn't sure how long she 

could hold it.

I had Pam open the glove compartment and remove a 12 oz glass that I had in 

there. Urinate in the glass if you don't mind as I can't yet justify you 

walking into a rest area naked. Miss Brown then says that she would go 

anywhere naked for me regardless of what happened to her. Anyway she was 

worried that her urine would mess up this beautiful car. I assured her that 

it would only enhance the car and so what.

Pam placed the glass under her vagina and filled it to the top in an 

instant. She said, "Oh fuck, I still have more to go."

I had her hand me the glass and I guess she thought I was going to chuck it 

out the window. I raised it to my mouth and downed her hot salty piss in one 

gulp smacking my lips as I burped urine breath into the car. Pam was staring 

at me wide-eyed. I asked her if she was upset with what I just did. She 

answered me by grabbing the glass from my hand and repositioning it under 

her cunt. She peed again until the glass was full. Then without taking her 

eyes off me, Pam raised the glass to her mouth and drank her own hot urine. 

I could swear that she truly enjoyed this as I realized I had to stop for a 

light. When the car came to a halt, Pam reached over to me and kissed me on 

the lips, openmouthed, passing a little urine into my mouth. We embraced 

kissing deeply as the people behind me were honking their horns.

I pulled away thrilled and speechless. Pam broke the silence by telling me 

that she had never been hopeful of meeting someone who would play piss games 

with her. She told me that she would drink her own urine often but that she 

rarely got even a droplet of any human piss. I asked her why she said human 

piss. She seemed a little embarrassed but told me that she hoped I wouldn't 

be turned off but that sometimes she put her hands in fresh dog urine when 

she saw them peeing on the street and tasted it.

I assured her that I thought she was wonderful for being the kind of person 

honest enough to admit to it. I told her that I thought it was proper 

behavior and that she shouldn't be afraid to tell the right people. I told 

her that in addition to urinating in her mouth myself, I had access to dogs, 

horses, pigs and monkeys that we could have a lot of fun with.

She was laughing out loud and I could see the transformation of her 

personality as she became totally comfortable with me. At this point it was 

time to cross the last remaining bridges with her. I told her that I loved 

urine games, animal sex and was also a devotee of shit. I explained that I 

ate my own shit and loved anyone that would join in shit-eating. Pam told me 

that she was afraid to mention that deep-rooted desire but that she had 

never had the opportunity to try. She had liked the smell of her own shit 

but had been afraid to try the taste test. I asked her if she had to shit 

now and she said that she had to go badly. I mentioned that we were 

approaching the apartment and that she should try to hold on a little 

longer.

I pulled into the garage and Pam and I got out of the car and walked into 

the apartment. I went in first so that my two Doberman's wouldn't feel 

afraid. Pam, much to my surprise was very comfortable, even though she was 

naked and bent down and let the dogs smell her hands. Soon she was petting 

them and they nuzzled her.

I grabbed a couple of beers out of the fridge and tossed one to my new 

woman. I had the feeling that this would be a magnificent time. Pam wolfed 

down three quick beers in a row and told me that she couldn't hold in her 

shit any longer. I had her squat on the kitchen table and I placed a large 

platter under her ass. In no time at all she was expelling large brown turds 

onto the plate. It was an incredible amount and when she passed the last 

wind she looked flush with expectation.

I removed my clothing and revealed my large cock and balls to Pam for the 

first time. She drooled over it and quickly festooned her mouth on my cock. 

I started to fuck her hot mouth just to get the mood started. The smell of 

the shit began permeating the kitchen. I stopped Pam's sucking and motioned 

her to sit down at the table.

I grabbed some silverware and a few large 32 ounce goblets. I proceeded to 

fill to entirety, one whole glass with my urine. Pam had recently just 

pissed in the car and I was ecstatic that she reached for a goblet of her 

own and proceeded to fill it to the top. We set our glasses of micturation 

directly in front of us on the kitchen table. I reached under my ass and 

filled one of my hands with a large hot turd. I took the shit and bit off a 

mouthful showing Pam how I was eating my own shit. I made sure to chew it 

all and show her that I indeed swallowed the entire handful. I drank some of 

my own urine to wash it down. Pam was cupping her bust and frigging her cunt 

rhythmically.

I then took a fork and filled it with Pam's excrement. I asked Pam is she 

was still afraid and she showed me by guiding the forkful of her own shit 

directly into her mouth. She chewed slowly as I had moaning in ecstasy all 

the way. I fed her about ten forkful's before I had her wash it down with 

her choice of urine. She got up and went to where I kept the glasses, got 

another and made a half and half mixture of both of our urine's. She drank 

the mixture in one gulp.

At this point I wrapped my arms around her and we embraced tenderly. Our 

mouth stunk from our meal of waste but it was a garden of wonderful aromas 

to us.

I went into the bedroom and had Pam try on clothes that I had accumulated 

from various women friends. We outfitted this woman into the most perfectly 

adorned goddess you could ever imagine. She had chose a short tight fitting 

black wool dress that reached only to mid thigh. Her bust was bursting 

through the strands of material but were perfectly situated to reveal the 

heaviness and contour of this now beautiful woman's giant breasts.

I picked out some diamond earrings and a necklace for her as presents. We 

then went out to eat and drink. Heads turned as I walked into my country 

club with this black narcissus on my arms.

We ate a fabulous meal of beef and chicken along with starches and breads 

all designed for later use. We had 4 bottles of champagne between us and 

were totally soused when we left.

When we were leaving one of the other member's wives that I knew intimately 

came and introduced herself to Pam. Wendy Tiffany was a large busted 

dish-water blond whose husband didn't understand her one bit. When I 

inquired about her mate, Wendy said that he was away on business. Before I 

could even think that far ahead, I was pretty shit-faced, Pam asked Wendy if 

she would like to come over to our place. That quickly, the three of piled 

into the car and took the short ride home.

As soon as we got inside I whipped out some blow and dusted off my guests. 

Just so Pam would understand perfectly I immediately took my cock out of my 

pants and walked over to Wendy. Mrs. Tiffany knew exactly what to do. She 

opened her mouth and waited until I was urinating down her throat. Pam was 

instantly naked and waiting for her turn. I gave Wendy about five good 

mouthfuls and moved over to see what Pam would do. Pam squatted down between 

Wendy's leg waiting for a drink. Wendy didn't keep her waiting long as she 

urinated directly into Pam's mouth. Pam did not spill a drop. We stripped 

our clothes off and watched as Wendy stuck her hand down a throat and made 

herself vomit. This fetid puke splashed all over her bust. After barfing, 

Wendy started picking up chunks of puke and reinserting it into her mouth. 

Pam situated herself so that Wendy's ass was over her head and face. Wendy 

shit directly into Pam's mouth. As Miss Brown was eating her new 

girlfriend's waste, I plunged my very hard and hurting dick up Pam's ass and 

urinated until my piss forced its way back out.

After I emptied my bladder in the Pam's ass, she got up and situated her 

asshole and cunt over the white slut's mouth, face and hair. Pam covered 

Mrs. Tiffany in torrents of turds and a mixture of shit stained urine from 

her ass and fresh nectar from her own cunt. Wendy was so thrilled she came 

at least three times in a row.

At this point I allowed the Dobermans into the room. Rufo's cock was already 

erect. His dog member measures 17-inches long and 5 around. The base of the 

dog's animal cock was as large as an onion. Driller was not quite as long in 

the cock area but was equally ready and awesome.

When Pam saw the dog's giant cocks she reached out for them. I had both 

women sit with their backs against the couch. I had the dog's mount their 

thighs until their nails drew blood. Both women relished the pain. The dogs 

did not commit until I commanded them and just stayed there with their giant 

cocks dripping, hanging in front of the women's shocked faces. I told the 

women to open their mouths and prepare for a sacrament. They did so with 

great joy and gusto laughing nervously. I then commanded the dogs to INSERT. 

The mutts jammed their cocks into the women's mouths but did not move. I 

told the women not to suck their cocks just yet. I then gave the PLUNGE 

command. The dogs started to pound furiously into the slut's mouths. The 

women were gagging but relishing every moment. "STOP!" I ordered. I then had 

the dogs dismount the women. They were aggravated but attentive. I told them 

not to worry, I was just going to create a little more pleasure for them.

I then had Driller stick his cock up Rufo's ass. The dog fucked his partner 

up the ass until his cock was covered in the Doberman's shit. Off course I 

reversed the position until both of the dog's cocks were covered in each 

other's shit. Then I had the dogs remount the women and reinsert the now 

dog-shit covered cocks in the women's hungrily sucking mouths. Before long 

the dogs were ejaculating large loads down the both of my tramps throats. 

They swallowed every drop and had a little left to smear on their faces. I 

saved my surprise for last. The girls were still licking the limp cocks when 

I commanded them to PISS. The dogs filled both women's mouths with hot gamey 

dog urine. After the women swallowed every drop of dog piss, I shit in their 

mouths. Pam chewed a very large turd until it was between her teeth and 

gross. She smiled at me as I became her toothpick.

After they finished eating my shit, I ate thiers. The dogs fucked me in the 

ass until they came copiously. Rufo urinated directly into my mouth. The 

women were eating more food and drinking bottles of liquor to reload.

This was our first date as we collapsed into each other's arms contently. 

The next day we all drove out to the farm. Pam and Wendy refused to wear 

anything while they were in the car. They both had made up their faces with 

an expert makeup job punctuated with high gloss yellow lipstick, yellow 

contact lenses and long hoop earrings. They had also used a piece of wire to 

keep their large busts in the cupped mode. What they did was to tie a tight 

loop around each breast tight enough to turn their busts blue. In turn this 

highlighted the veins. This small wire was then draped around the neck so as 

to uplift the bust making the breast bottoms visible and magnifying the 

contour of the bust for viewing. I wanted both women to sit in the back to 

which they each protested that them I would be sitting up front alone.

After explaining my reasoning, the girls sat in the back keeping their legs 

open. I stopped for coffee for all of us. People peered into the car and 

gawked at the sluts sitting there open-legged.

Before we left I installed butt plugs in each of their rectums to inhibit 

and build up the shit in the bowels. I also attached urine-restraining clips 

to the urethras of my women.

It took us three hours to get to the farm and when I pulled into the gate 

the first thing the girls saw was a very large black stallion galloping in 

the corral with his giant semi erect penis dangling as he ran. The shudder 

in both women was audible. When the car stopped it was a wonderful sight to 

see two large busted, naked women running to the corral, hopping the fence 

and approaching the stallion with a combination of caution and exuberance. 

Suddenly Wendy slipped on horse-shit and fell on her ass into a pile of 

gamey sticky horse pucky. She laughed and realized that her hands were 

buried in the shit. Without hesitation Wendy grabbed the largest ball of 

shit she could get her hands on and smeared it all over her face and bust. 

Then she stuffed the stinkin' horse filth into her mouth and chewed and 

swallowed the entire pile. I was so transfixed by this sight that I didn't 

even notice that Pam was trying to lie down under the stallion as he was 

grazing.

I asked Pam what she was trying to do, and as she lay there with her legs 

wide open and her large black bust cupped, she told me that she was hoping 

the horse would urinate. I told her that the best way to get the horse to 

urinate was to put her mouth around one of the horse balls and to bite down 

hard enough to draw blood. She did so apprehensively at first but soon 

warmed to the task and bit down. The horse did not react violently but 

instead started to drizzle his insipid urine until it became a veritable 

downpour. Pamela placed her open mouth right in front of the horse's 

pulsating penis and directed the horse's urine directly into her mouth as 

she swallowed furiously.

She had swallowed at least a full bucket of this gamey piss and there was no 

end to the stream. By this time Wendy was lying next to her friend with her 

mouth wide open and was also gulping down huge amounts of horse piss.

Pam was sitting up and started to vomit deeply. Long gut wrenching gags 

produced torrents of the swallowed horse urine. Wendy glued her mouth to 

Pam's and started to drink her friends vomit. Pamela was throwing up into 

her hands and rubbing the pungent puke into her hair.

I coaxed my lovely women from under the horse and led them into the house 

with my arms around each of them tenderly. At this point I asked them if 

they were glad that they still had their butt plugs and urine inhibitors on. 

They laughed and suddenly realized what was in store for us all.

We were going to sit down to a formal supper. I would be wearing a black 

tuxedo complete with complement. I showed the women where their wardrobe of 

finery was and had them pick out stylish outfits.

Wendy chose a long tight tube type shift with that accentuated every curve 

of her body. Her hair was perfectly styled by appearing as messy as possible 

but perfectly so. Her black outfit highlighted her skin to perfection. 

Pamela wore the exact same outfit but in yellow. If you can visualize this 

beautiful brown and olive toned goddess with her very large bust bursting 

from her top, her yellow contact lenses, her yellow lipstick topped by the 

tight bright yellow dress you can imagine how stunning she was.

I called for my servants whom the girls did not know I had. My chief valet 

was not a man but a single mother of two young girls, 12 and 14. Her name 

was Rita and she had been with me for 3 years. Rita was a 50-year-old woman, 

with a large bust an a penchant for the filth that we all reveled in. She 

was an expert house-keeper and I could not live without her. I took care of 

all her family's needs. She trained her girls to fit in with the spinage of 

the house.

When I rang for Rita she came in and I introduced her to Pam and Wendy. Rita 

greeted each of my friends warmly and bowed down. Rita mentioned that she 

would cook them the most delicious meals that were geared towards providing 

their bodies with the necessary content to produce the best shit possible. 

She would concoct the proper diet to produce the best shit for their eating 

pleasure. Rita mentioned that she would also provide the proper liquids for 

the necessary urine production. My maid then called in her daughters and 

introduced the 12 year old, Barbara, and the 14 year old, Susan. Both of the 

children were nude and reposed. Their young breasts were quite large for 

their ages and their vaginas were incredibly hirsute for such young girls. 

Rita said that the girls would perform ritualistic acts of any kind and that 

they were assigned to Pam and Wendy for their use.

Pam chose Barbara, picked up the busty little vixen and tongue kissed the 

little trollop tenderly. Wendy did the same with Susan. Rita asked me if it 

would be all right if she removed her clothing and functioned naked. I 

strongly agreed and helped her remove her things. Rita weighed 174 pounds 

but had the largest bust I'd ever seen. Her bust measured a full 126 inches 

in circumference and the cup was gggg. They hung down to her svelte hips 

with ease.

Our dinner party was about to get under way. Cameras were set up throughout 

the house so that nothing went unrecorded. Every angle would be seen, every 

depraved act would be taped and photographs would be posterized and hung all 

over my estate.

Rita instructed Pam and Wendy in the proper way to handle her daughters. 

They loved rough degrading treatment. For example this is the way you treat 

them, she said. She walked over to Barbara and Susan and grabbed handfuls of 

each of their hair. She told Barbara to put her mouth on her mother's ass. 

She shit a large turd into her daughter's mouth, waited until her girl ate 

the bomb and filled the young girl's mouth again and again. The girl ate her 

mother's shit smiling all the way.

At this point the dinner was about to be served. My menagerie sat at the 

table and a feast of veal, chicken, beef with potatoes and corn was served 

with heaps of gravy and copious amounts of beer, wine and coffee. Each 

person had quart bottles of amyl-nitrite (rush) to snort at will. We took 

two hours to consume every morsel and every drop of liquor. We finished off 

7 cases of beer, 12 bottles of wine, 2 bottles of scotch and a gallon of 

coffee. Everyone was 1 inch from bursting.

The second course was about to begin. We had the finest china and crystal 

placed before us. I sat at the head of the table. Pam was to my right with 

young busty Barbara to her right. Wendy was to my left with her Susan right 

next to her. Rita was outside selecting beasts for our pleasure. When she 

returned the girls were stunned and exhilarated to see what she had brought 

us. My maid had 5 male Shepards with huge dangling cocks stationed next to 

each seat including her own at the opposite head to my own chair. Rita had 

the large stallion tied up in s sling and raised 6 feet off the floor, on a 

winch, to make it easier to access his ass and cock. She also brought in a 

few female Dobermans, 2 Mandrils with big cocks, and a large pig with the 

largest corkscrew cock I'd ever seen. The party was planned perfectly so 

nothing was done haphazardly. That is why we were drugged. There was no 

rush, no time limit, no nervousness, no anxiety and no pressure. We were all 

ready to enjoy everything while waiting to join in ourselves.

Rita announced that the second course to be prepared would be pig urine 

cocktails. She bent down under the grunting pig and bit down on his ball 

sack. The pigs corkscrew cock escaped from the sheath and soon pig urine was 

flowing from the porker. Rita calmly filled the beaker she had in her hand 

and got up and came to the table and filled each cocktail glass marked pig 

urine up to the top. The piss was a milky white and had a acidic odor. By 

the way each glass was an 8 ouncer lest you think that the drink was just a 

sip. Each of us grabbed the pig urine cocktails and applauded each other as 

we swallowed the pig piss one at a time.

The next course was a little more robust and was prepared to get the evening 

off to the right start.

All 5 of my goddesses were required, one by one, to remove their clothing 

and squat in the center of the table. They were ordered not to release the 

entire contents but rather to concentrate in releasing a salad plate full of 

shit only. Susan and Barbara squeezed out the exact amount to perfection. 

Rita had taught her daughters well. Pam and Wendy were perfectly lewd by 

inserting their fists into their rectums and actually pulling out a large 

lump of their own shit and manually placing it in the dish. Rita stuck her 

fist up my ass and I rewarded her my first farting in her face and then by 

letting one right sized shit ball to expel from my ass. Rita filled her dish 

with a warm pasty concoction that was equal to chocolate pudding.

I then went around and poured a large shot of grappa into each dish. Rita 

blew snot into each dish. We were advised to sample one fork full from each 

dish each, both chewing and swallowing the crap. We would then vote on the 

foulest tasting waste. Explanations had to be given as to why a particular 

selection was made. After finishing the last of the shit salad, we 

eventually that Wendy's shit was the most aromatic. Barbara's shit was the 

firmest. Pamela suggested that Rita's shit pudding was the tastiest because 

you could drink it right down.

It was entree time. 3 large industrial sized cooking pots were brought into 

the room. Everybody would have to empty their bowels completely. The fucking 

horse had just dropped a large load on the dining room floor and Susan and 

Barbara collected enough to fill the bottom third of each pot. Each of the 

dogs were fucked in the ass by me causing my prick to bleed. This in turn 

caused each of the dogs to shit into the pots also. Horse, dog, pig and 

monkey urine was drained form the animals and a mixture was made.

Rita took a large handful of this disgusting mess and smeared it into her 

hair. Wendy, Pamela, Barbara and Susan did the same until their hair was 

matted and smelled awful. I took a large handful and also covered my grey 

hair until it was brown and filthy.

We than began to feel the beauty of directive basality. The youngest girl, 

Susan, lay on the floor as I straddled her mouth with my ass. I shit turd 

after turd into the little girl's mouth and watched her a she ate every bite 

of my hot steamy shit. Rita filled Pamela's mouth with the pudding shit 

until she was gagging. Barbara shit into Wendy's mouth. Then we switched.

When everyone's asshole was completely emptied I had the women get on their 

knees and I commanded the dogs to mount them and urinate directly into their 

asses. Wendy also took this opportunity to eat the female Doberman's vagina. 

The lady mutt filled Wendy's mouth with her salty dog urine. Each dog then 

mounted the women and inserted their pricks into the woman's cunts and were 

commanded to fuck until the vaginas of my family had been ejaculated in.

We had vomit and menstrual blood daiquiri's for desert. Rita had managed to 

get the stallion 47-inch penis into her cunt. The horse ejaculated in her 

vagina with such force that she was expelled across the room.

At this point we were ready to retire for a little rest. Each of the women 

had not yet urinated.

There would be a contest to see who would be the toilet. Pamela said that 

she had a better idea. We should fill up as many glasses of piss as possible 

and drink our own urine first and then mix the remainder into one giant 

elixir and all of us could down that.

Pamela peed into 5 16 ounce tumblers. Wendy did 4. Susan did 3 1/2 and her 

sister did 3 even. I managed to fill 6 glasses and Rita did a little more 

than I. Susan remarked that this was great because we could each drink at 

least one full glass of our own urine, pour one glass over our heads and 

have plenty of urine left for the rest of us.

After we had doused ourselves with this flood of urine, the girls decided 

that it was time to make plans for the next day.

Part 2

ONE

The next day arrived and Pam woke up feeling exhausted and full to the brim. 

She had to take a piss badly and the walls of her ass were exploding with 

pressure. The feeling was too delicious to get rid of and she just lay there 

reveling in the fullness.

As she began to awaken fully, she realized that she had undergone some very 

unexpected events in the last few days. One moment she was a downtrodden, 

filthy, out of work bum with no shred of hope for anything. She had 

scrounged around picking up aluminum cans from the garbage to trade them in 

for cash.

After walking around for the better part of the day she had managed to get 

enough cans together to get a payday of $6.15. She had gotten on to the bus 

to go downtown to see if she could find a place to stay.

After she sat down on the bus, Pam took notice of some well-dressed white 

businessman sitting across from her. Was he actually looking at her with 

interest? She decided to let her legs part and show him her un-pantied cunt. 

The old bag sitting next to her noticed it and got pissed off.

The man smiled, got up to get off, and handed her something. His smile was 

warm and just as quickly he was gone. She looked in her hand and realized 

that he had given her $100. Shit, that was more than she had in her hand in 

3 months. She was not about to let him get away. She got off the bus and 

walked up to him.

She startled herself out of her trance. Here she was in an opulent bedroom, 

with exquisite furniture, surrounded by silks and fragrances and all the 

luxury she could imagine. She had, in the last 48 hours, eaten shit, drank 

urine, swallowed vomit, fucked and sucked horses and dogs, had sex with 

young girls, mothers, sluts and best of all her benefactor.

He had taken care of her, lavished jewelry, clothes and cash upon her and 

generally made her feel better in two days than she had ever felt in her 

life. She wanted to go back to sleep so that it wouldn't end.

Pam welled up in tears thinking that with the new day, he would probably 

thank her and return her to where he found her.

TWO

Michael Hunt, the unnamed man of the hour, was in the barn laying out fresh 

hay and feed for the menagerie. He loved this earthy life and was gratified 

that he was rich enough to not have to worry about all the bullshit in the 

working world.

Mike was finishing up his chores when he thought of his new friend, Pamela. 

He went into the house and went up the stairs two at a time eager to see 

her. He had been thinking that she would probably want to get back to her 

life, if you could call what she did a life, and was determined to talk her 

out of it.

He knocked on the door lightly in case she was still sleeping. Pam was 

buried under the covers lost in her own thoughts and fears and did not hear 

him. When there was no answer, he tried the knob gingerly and peeked inside.

He smiled to himself when he just saw a lump in the middle of the bed. Pam 

had probably never slept like this and he started to leave when she noticed 

him.

He went over to her and kissed her good morning. Pam reacted by hugging him 

fiercely with a death grip. She seemed upset and all he could do was hang on 

and hold his new friend. After a few minutes Mike asked her if something was 

wrong.

Pam decided to come clean and told him that she was not looking forward to 

leaving. She was grateful for all he had given her and that she had enjoyed 

the time they had very much. Mike thought to himself that this was not what 

he expected. Everything might work out after all. He had never considered 

having a black woman for a mate. What a silly way to feel, he thought.

He said to her "why are you leaving?" He knew he was toying with her but he 

needed to know whether it was the money, the sex, the surroundings or what 

that interested her.

"Pam, look do you have anyone back in that shit hole that gives a fuck about 

where you are?" Pam admitted that there was no one who even knew she 

existed. She began to sob just a little stronger, prompting Mike to grab her 

face in his hands and simply press his lips to hers and not stop until she 

calmed down.

When they came up for air Mike began to reassure Pam that he wanted, more 

than anything, for her to stay and find out if they could make it together. 

He assured her that he would provide for her even if they didn't succeed. 

Well, the only thing I can say is that they were on the same page from that 

point on and the fears each had almost never came up again.

THREE

Pam was startled when a blood curdling loud fart burst from her ass. The 

stench brought tears to their eyes and made Mike's cock rise from its 

mid-morning slumber. Pam was now smiling broadly and said that she was about 

to burst.

Mike picked her up in his arms and carried her down to the kitchen, kissing 

her all the way. Pam was in a state of mindless happiness. When he pushed 

open the kitchen doors he was greeted by Rita and her daughters Susan and 

Barbara, who were busy preparing breakfast and performing other duties.

Mike announced that they had someone who was bursting and asked for 

suggestions as to what they could do about it. Rita, who knew her boss 

better than anyone, asked him if the "new lady" of the house would be 

staying. "As long as she likes," replied Mike.

The girls all huddled around Pam and showered her with kisses and hugs. Rita 

then led Pam to the patio where there was a large glass bowl big enough for 

two people to sit in and not have their heads over the top. The bowl was on 

a small raised platform and was unique in design and purpose. There were 

small ledges around the interior of the bowl that allowed the occupant to 

balance on them enough to take pressure of the legs.

Rita instructed Pam to climb in and get comfortable. As Pam entered she 

found it quite comfortable, and mentioned that it left her cunt and asshole 

totally accessible. The rest of her friends laughed knowingly and gathered 

around the bowl with their faces pressed against the sides.

Pamela knew exactly what they wanted and was only too willing to oblige. She 

removed her PJs and stretched while lifting her bust briefly and twisting 

and turning to get the morning kinks out. Now she sat back down with her 

long brown legs spread wide and smiled at her lascivious friends.

First a strong torrent of hot morning piss erupted from her erect piss hole. 

The stream splashed over the side of the bowl and ran down the sides 

gathering in a pool at the bottom. "Oh you people are wicked" she cried! 

What a perfectly wonderful idea. You can see everything and you don't waste 

a drop. Then another fart flew from her ass, followed by the emergence of a 

fat brown bomb. The shit crawled out of hairy asshole without breaking. The 

audience was captivated and slobbering at this choice morsel.

The shit reached to the bottom of the bowl, which you can imagine was quite 

a distance, before it broke off with a splash. This was followed my an 

explosion of fecal matter of various sizes and consistencies and the 

continuing vestiges of urine that Pam's insides had concocted during the 

evening.

When Pamela was done she was about to reach down for some of her shit when 

Rita told her to stop. "Darling, get out now so the rest of your family can 

continue to make breakfast. Pam was happy to oblige. At this point only her 

feet had any traces of shit and piss on them. That is except for her wet 

cunt and filthy, puckered asshole.

One by one Rita, Barbara, Susan and finally Michael entered the bowl. The 

urine flowed without end as if no one had gone to the toilet in a month. 

Rita took such an enormous shit that the watchers stared goggle eyed as turd 

after turd came out of her filthy pucker hole. When every one had dumped and 

drained, Michael announced that all toilets in the house, and the entire 

property for that matter, were now off limits.

>From this moment forward only mouths, faces and bodies or this majestic bowl 

could be used for toilets. Everyone got a far-away look in their eyes as 

they thought of the days ahead.

FOUR

At this point all were refreshed and actually sat about enjoying a fabulous 

breakfast. Crepes, eggs, meats, potatoes, breads, butters and jams, cakes 

and fruit were served as if twenty hungry visitors were coming later. They 

virtually gorged themselves. They washed down this feast with plenty of hot 

coffee with lots of cream and sugar, fruit juices of every variety, soda and 

ice cold spring water.

Pam commented that "if every meal is like this, I'm going to weigh 500 

pounds before the week is out." They all laughed. Rita was quick to remind 

them that there was also a very regimented exercise program that Michael had 

devised and that she doubted any one would be putting on any real weight 

soon. Rita had been a nutritionist before coming to work for Mr. Hunt. She 

had the responsibility to cook and prepare foods that were conducive to the 

style of life that they wanted.

Even though it seemed like they just lolled around shitting, pissing, 

fucking, eating and drinking they all came to realize that there was plenty 

to do to keep their well-being up to the boss's standards. The two young 

girls were students at a very exclusive private all-girls school that asked 

no questions due to "her families" generosity.

Michael took time to show Pam all of the things that needed doing and 

assured her that they would all do them together. So, in quick order Pam 

learned to pitch hay, clean out stalls, provide feed and tend to gardens. 

This in addition to calisthenics, swimming, running and kick boxing classes, 

taught by Mike, made for a very full and rewarding

They swam in the pool every day and night. It was exhilarating to watch how 

their shapes develop to the peak of perfection. Pamela's waist decreased 3 

full inches thereby magnifying her bust dramatically. Susan and Barbara had 

the perfect bodies of gymnasts, the only differences were that they were 

much bustier and taller. However they were just as supple if not more so. 

Susan was, in fact, so supple that she could, without any help, bring her 

head under her legs and lick her on cunt. I don't mean a snaky little lick. 

She could actually eat herself out. Everyone encouraged her to do it often 

both for her gratification and theirs.

Michael had large muscular arms and forearms the rival of a weight lifter, 

but he was narrow of hips on top of very powerful thighs and calves. Rita 

maintained her pot belly and was simply too wonderfully rotund to want to 

change.

Barbara, the "baby" used her ballet skills to become so graceful and 

birdlike that she just flowed and could stand on your head and you wouldn't 

realize she was there.

FIVE

Pamela, was taking stock by the pool after a pretty strenuous day. While she 

was day dreaming she happened to notice that the glass toilet seemed to be 

much fuller. The realization led her to remember that she hadn't gone since 

she christened the bowl early in the morning. Obviously, the rest of her 

friends had left a major portion of the day's meals as a tip.

Pamela jumped in and realized that no one else was around. Well, too bad, 

she was feeling a little horny so she climbed in. As the aroma of the stew 

filled her nostrils, she felt a shudder run through her as she realized that 

she was alone and free to indulge herself in any manner she chose.

She sat down in the mixture and squished around until her legs, ass and 

pussy were drenched with the pungent mixture of excrement and urine. She 

grabbed a nice long bomb trying to guess whose it was. No matter, she held 

it in both hands and began to massage her breasts with it. She had her eyes 

closed as her own urine began to flow. At first a trickle followed by a 

steaming geyser that actually splashed on the side of the bowl.

She cursed herself for not remembering to bring a glass or bowl in with her. 

Mentally she made a note of having such items in close proximity for herself 

and anyone else who felt the need.

Pamela, was raising her butt of the platform in order to shit. As her urine 

was flowing she was able to squeeze out the entire contents of her bowels in 

one never ending explosion. Her large breakfast had utterly cleaned out her 

bowels to make room for the recent intrusion of this mammoth breakfast. Pam 

grabbed a handful of the turd and began to moan as shudders began to ravage 

her body.

She remembered thinking "why does this turn me on so much?" All she could 

consider was that the filthier sex was the more delicious it was. She loved 

the evil depraved feelings she got when she played shit and piss games. 

Animals were just as much of a turn on.

Her orgasms were maximized to the fullest intensity when she thought of how 

perverted it was to eat your own shit and drink your own piss. The first 

time she had done it was when she was thirteen years old and wandering the 

streets.

SIX

Pam was out late at night for a thirteen year old, and wandering to her 

home. If you could call a broken down apartment with no amenities at all in 

the worst section of the Lower East Side, a home.. It was summer and she was 

improperly dressed even for a child. She had a dirty cotton dress that was 

two sizes too small and totally unfit to cover her already large breasts.

She was walking with her head down when two young punks were suddenly 

standing in front of her. They began to taunt her and one of them started to 

feel her tits. Before she could protest, she felt a pulsation working around 

her thighs. She tried to get away but one of the punks grabbed her by the 

back of the dress and tore it off her back.

The dress fell to the alley leaving Pam standing there naked. The guys got a 

load of her breasts and started to fondle them. The bigger bastard forced 

her down to her knees and took out his fat cock, waving it in her face. The 

next thing she knew he was grabbing her roughly by the chin and forcing her 

to open her mouth. He plunged his black grimy cock into her mouth. The thug 

was fucking her face with a furious slamming as if he was trying to put a 

hole in the back of her head. He immediately began throbbing as a thick 

flood of semen filled her mouth and made her gag. She swallowed as fast as 

she could just to be able to breathe.

While this was going on the other scumbag was jerking off and waiting for 

his turn. The first guy pulled out and was immediately replaced by the 

second dirt bag. He was so overcome that he barely got a few strokes in when 

he shot his load all over her face. Pam was sobbing and scared shitless.

What the two guys didn't realize, was that she was not crying because of the 

situation, but because her body was betraying her. Although she was 

powerless to get out of the situation, what worried her most was the feeling 

within her body. She was loving this. The taste of their spunk thrilled her. 

She wanted more. MUCH MORE. What the hell was wrong with her?

When the scumbags were done they both pissed on Pam's dress and ran away 

after emptying their bladders. Pam could not recover quick enough from all 

the mixed emotions building up within her. She was disgusted with the forced 

sex, repulsed by the encounter and yet could not understand why she was so 

close to having orgasm after orgasm.

Pam put on the piss soaked dress and ran home as fast as her legs would 

carry her. The shack was empty. No one else was around. The same as usual, 

she had to fend for herself. After removing the dress in the rundown dirty 

bathroom, Pam became aware of the stench that filled the room. She realized 

that the room was as it always was with a new smell permeating the already 

musty aroma that filled the room like a molasses that could not be washed 

away.

Pamela put her tattered dress to her nose and took a whiff. She could smell 

the urine soaked rag with a pungency that she had never experienced. God, 

she thought, why does this smell turn me on. As if in a trance, Pam began to 

wring out her dress in the dirty sink until there was no more liquid left in 

it.

The sink was 1/4 filled with this putrid urine. It didn't flow down the 

drain, because the pipes were clogged. She stood there, naked, staring at 

the piss. As if she was hypnotized, she put her right hand to this cold piss 

and swished it around. All at once she brought her fingered to her mouth and 

tasted the piss. Without any warning whatsoever Her body was racked with a 

convulsive orgasm that knocked her to her knees.

After the spasms subsided, Pam began to cry out loud with a deep sobbing, 

guttural wail. She actually cried herself to sleep lying on the dirty 

bathroom floor.

SEVEN

Somehow, she slept until daybreak. No one was there for her, the same as 

usual. Pam awoke, and was reminded of last night by the dress lying next to 

her. This time she had control of her emotions and made sure that she would 

be prepared for any future attacks. This would never happen to her again.

She also realized that she loved the feeling that stirred within her as they 

made her come alive. Hell, she would gladly have done everything willingly. 

But she would never forget those two scumbags as long as she lived. She owed 

them a small debt of gratitude for awakening her desires, and that evened up 

the score for their wanton disregard of her feelings and safety.

Pam, stepped into the dirty, stained, bathtub. The best that could be said 

for the tub was that it worked and the water was hot. She washed herself 

carefully and dried off. When she went into the dingy kitchen, she sat down 

at the table after finding a stale roll and an unfinished can of beer in the 

fridge. She had her breakfast without noticing it, but just mechanically 

eating and drinking.

After she was done she put her hands in the middle of her lap. She found 

that her fingers had a mind of their own and softly found their way to her 

vagina. She began to respond as she thought of the piss in the sink. Pam was 

startled to realize that she wanted to taste the piss, very badly. She went 

into the bathroom, looked into the sink and saw that there was only a small 

puddle left. She put her fingers in and bringing them to her lips was 

disappointed to find that the cold urine had no taste at all. This simply 

was not a thrill.

Back to the kitchen, sitting down at the table, she was in consternation at 

her feelings. She realized that her bladder was bursting, as she had not yet 

relieved herself after awakening. Her face lit up. She went to the counter 

and found the biggest glass she could scrounge up. She sat back down and 

positioned the glass under her cunt. She concentrated and soon a veritable 

gusher of urine filled the glass in no time flat. She placed the glass on 

the table as her urine continued to flow.

Pam pissed all over her legs and hands. All over the floor. Everywhere. Her 

piss soaked hands began to fondle her breasts, massaging the hot urine into 

each large globe with a combination of tenderness and erotic frenzy. Her 

body began to experience throbs of pleasure when she looked anew at the 

large glass of her own urine sitting on the table beckoning.

Pam grabbed the glass in both hands and brought it under her nose. She took 

a deep, deep breath inhaling the aroma. Her vagina throbbed again to a mini 

climax. She brought the glass of piss to her lips and stuck her tongue in. 

The salty taste was overpowering. She savored it. Then for the first time in 

her life, she actually took a large mouthful of urine until her cheeks were 

exploding. The thrill of it brought her to another climax, more intense then 

the last one.

Pam closed her eyes and made the decision to swallow her urine. She 

swallowed the mouthful greedily. As the hot urine cascaded into her belly, 

her loins exploded into the most intense orgasm her young body had ever 

felt. As if her hands had a mind of their own she poured the rest of her 

piss over her head and face. She even kept her eyes open so that she could 

fell the salty waste stinging her eyes. For the rest of the day, the young 

Pam repeated these acts with every method she could think up.

As she replenished her bladder often by drinking whatever she could find, 

she even began to notice the various and different flavors that she 

produced. Pam lied her back on the floor and practiced urinating directly 

into her own mouth. This drove her batty with exhilaration.

Needless to say this private perversion carried Pam through the early parts 

of her life, and were the only things that kept her happy and gave her even 

a modicum of pleasure.

Then, of course, she had to take the bus.

EIGHT

Pam was still thinking about her life when she was startled by Michael 

calling her name. "Hey shitty lady, watscha doin?" She turned around in the 

bowl to see Mike making strides towards her. Holy Shit!! he was naked and 

his immense hard-on looked like a jousting spear held by a knight. Her 

Knight. He ambled over to her smiling and climbed in with her. Before he 

could sit next to her, Pam grabbed his dick and placed her mouth over the 

head. She began to fellate him slowly and thoughtfully. Each stroke downward 

was soft and luxurious making the velvet connection between her mouth and 

his cock totally symbiotic. The upward strokes however were much more 

demonstrative as she dragged her beautiful overbite along the shaft 

culminating with a nip of his helmet. Pam continued this for a long time. 

Mike began to shiver, shudder and shake. He lost all will power and control. 

Each downward stroke culminated in the head of his prick being pressed into 

the back of her throat. Each upward stroke made him practically cry out.

Pam stuck one, then two fingers up his ass. His shakes were now spasms. She 

added a third finger until she could feel the fudge package that was lying 

there, dormant. Mike was so delirious that he could not control one single 

bodily function, except for the ability to stay on his feet. He couldn't 

touch Pamela because if he released his hand, or hands, from the side he 

would have fallen over.

After a few more strokes, Mike knees started to buckle. Pam had not changed 

her tempo by one single beat. As Pam's upward motion reached his helmet one 

more time she squeezed his shaft just below the tip with a death grip using 

her teeth covered by her gums. This sent Mike into a frenzy as he felt the 

semen explode from the depths of his balls. he came torrents of hot white 

musty seminal fluid into her clamped tight mouth.

As Mike was throbbing and mumbling incoherently, Pam removed her fingers 

from his ass, roughly and suddenly. This sudden escape caused mike to shit 

without realizing that he was doing it. He was so unfettered by control he 

started to cry. A snot bubble flew from his nose. He was sobbing and 

laughing at the same time.

Pam released his cock and stood up and grabbed him by the face. She placed 

her mouth on his and sucked his tongue deeply into her warm, semen filled 

mouth. Mike was now trying to climb into her mouth, tongue first. He let go 

of the sides and wrapped his arms around her. Words were not necessary, but 

you can imagine what he said to her. The two of them stayed in this position 

for a long time unwilling to let each other go.

When Mike finally became lucid, he helped Pam climb out and joining her on 

the patio, suggested that they jump in the pool. They splashed around like 

ten year olds on the first day of summer vacation.

NINE

After their swim and splash they climbed out of the pool and sat poolside. 

Rita had just come back from picking up Susan and Barbara from class. Rita 

was unloading some groceries when a car pulled into the driveway. Wendy 

Tiffany got out of the Mercedes she was driving and strode purposely to the 

door. Before she could ring, Rita opened the door and greeted her warmly. 

"Nice to see you Mrs. Tiffany, how are you?". "Call me Wendy, Hon., not so 

well and its nice to see you too." "Are Mike and Pam here?" Rita nodded and 

tilted her head to the pool.

Wendy saw Pam first. She stood there looking at her new friend and her eyes 

began to well up. Pamela noticed her and jumped up and immediately put her 

arms around Wendy and asked her what was the matter. Mike was now at their 

side holding both of them. He suggested a drink was in order and pulled up 

another chair and went off to get the drinks.

Wendy stated that it was real nice to see naked bodies again. Pam took over 

the mood and started to help Wendy out of her things. She told her friend to 

take a quick swim while Mike made drinks and they would have a long talk. 

With that suggestion, Wendy now naked, her large breasts hanging 

seductively, plunged into the pool and swam to the other end and back

Mike had a portable bar wheeled over to the poolside. Wendy climbed out and 

sat in her chair and asked for a nice stiff vodka martini. They all joined 

her and took a few gulps, lit cigarettes for everyone and settled in.

Mike made sure Wendy was comfortable and asked her what the problem was. To 

make a tedious story short, her marriage seemed to be over. There was a 

strong difference between her and her husband on sexual matters. He was 

simply not interested. She was. They had been having bitter arguments and he 

threw her out of the house.

She didn't know where to go, so she drove over to see if they could help her 

find a place to stay. Mike and Pam started to giggle. At first Wendy was 

appalled to see her friends laughing at her predicament. Mike was quick to 

explain. "Doll, you can stay here as long as you like, we have plenty of 

room and besides, everyone here loves you."

So at this juncture, a large ominous weight was lifted off Wendy's 

shoulders. Mike told her to not worry about getting her stuff or anything. 

He encouraged her not to think about anything and let matters sort 

themselves out. He suggested that he have some "friends" of his look into 

matters. In the meantime they would explore their growing relationships 

further.

TEN

Pam was anxious to relieve her friends' tension. She had Wendy lie on a 

chaise lounge and began to run oil all over her body. This particular 

service was not intended to be sexual in nature. They chatted amiably and 

comfortably like friends. Mike was staring into space and realized that he 

was in a mild predicament. Pam, Wendy, Rita, Barbara and Susan equated it to 

5 very horny lustfarms. No matter what kind of cock he had how could he 

possibly satisfy everyone there without wiping himself out. Sure they had a 

menagerie of hoofed animals with all matter of cock from the corkscrew pole 

of a pig, to the fat dog cock with their "bulbs" and of course the fabulous 

stallion dicks. But there simply was a need for more males, the human kind.

Voicing these thoughts to the ladies made them laugh uproariously. They 

playfully assured him that he and the pets could more than satisfy them, and 

besides how easy would it be to find interested men who weren't control 

freaks who would try to take over the situation.

Mike assured them that that was no problem but he would continue to work on 

a better solution. They would have to come up with some new meat so to 

speak. Mike then mentioned that he had someone in mind and that he was going 

to call him and invite him over. They began to quiz him as to the 

particulars. Mike clammed up and refused to give any details, telling them 

they would find out soon enough.

Pamela came up with the notion that she wanted to do a little searching 

herself. She also refused to divulge her intentions. Pam got up from her 

massage job and asked Mike to "massage Wendy's insides while she went to 

take care of business. She told them that she "may be gone one or even two 

days, but not to worry."

Pam strode off into the house to prepare. When she reappeared she was 

dressed to the nines. A very conservative skirt that was about 1 inch over 

her knees, topped off with a very loose fitting silk blouse that allowed her 

fabulous bust freedom of movement but did not reveal anything to the eye. 

She was not wearing hosiery and had on black pumps that accentuated her 

great legs without giving a sluttish sensation. She was simply ravishing.

Mike was involved in a plunge job, impaling Wendy's bubbling cunt 

energetically. They both whistled to Pam as she patted their fannies on her 

way out. Mike had already made his phone call, and was now awaiting the 

outcome of this effort.

ELEVEN

Pam drove into town and was examining her thoughts to see what she could add 

to their growing family. She thought of her old neighborhood, but quickly 

dismissed that as too dangerous. She was not into upscale men as they would 

try to take over the situation. She realized that it wouldn't be so easy to 

attract their kind of person.

It wasn't every day that you could meet someone who was into urine, scat, 

animals, teenagers and just about any other form of deviant behavior you 

could think of.

While she was strolling down 7th Avenue she passes by an adult book store 

that she remembered getting thrown out of, years ago. Seems she was trying 

to solicit 10 bucks in return for a blow job. She went into the "peep" with 

the guy and started to blow the "John." He came all over her face and bolted 

leaving Pam unpaid and with sperm all over her face and hair.

The owner of the place, gave her a paper towel to wipe her face with, and 

asked her to leave. He was sorry to do so but the recent crack down on the 

adult book stores in the area made the danger far to great. He had given her 

a couple of dollars and escorted her out the door kindly.

Pam thought about this in a flash and decided to pay the store a visit. She 

was curious to see if the same man owned the store. Well, so far so good, 

there he was putting some price tags on a bunch of films.

He was a middle aged (45-50) man, she guessed. He was heavy, but not obese 

on his 6'0" frame. He had brown hair blue eyes and very muscular arms and 

thick legs. He did not seem like the kind of man you wanted to rile. 

Suddenly he looked up and noticed her. "Can I help you miss?".

Pam decided to string him along a bit to see if she could draw him out. "I 

hope so, but I don't know where to start." "Well, look around, take your 

time, I'll keep an eye on you and make sure nobody bothers you." "If you get 

up the nerve (he winked at her) to ask for what you want I'm sure I have 

it." Pam thanked him and realized that her knees were shaking and her 

nipples were hardening.

She walked around looking for something and noticed that he was true to his 

word and did keep his eye on her. It was not even that he was staring at her 

body or legs or anything but seemed to be genuinely concerned.

She took a deep breath and asked him if he would come over. "I am going to 

embarrass myself, I'm sure, but I want to buy videos that involve pissing, 

shitting, animals and some other raunchy topics." Pam actually kept her eyes 

glued to his to judge his reaction. He was completely nonplussed. "No 

problem, Hon, I have them near the register so no one can steal them from 

me."

They walked over and she was thrilled as to how matter-of-factly he had 

responded to her request. He didn't make the typical gruff response she had 

expected. Instead he showed her the cabinet with over 300 tapes that fit her 

wants.

He went back to his work, leaving her to make her selections. Pam kicked her 

ever developing plan into high gear. She picked out 2 Tokyo Scato flicks, 

(#2 and #3 as she had already known that #1 sucked). Then she zeroed in on 

some Veronica Moser classics from Spergebeit, Grau-Zone and other special 

brands. She was thrilled to find six movies featuring the new Hungarian 

trollop, Sylvia, (Sper #30--35). Pam especially liked this new star as she 

ate a lot of shit, swallowing it for the benefit of the camera.

Pam handed the man a dozen videos and his eyes lit up at the prospect of the 

sale. "I don't see any animal flicks in your selection, would you mind if I 

suggested some you might want to take a look at." Pam assured him that she 

would really, really appreciate his help.

He said in a no bullshit tone, but still respectfully, "I have a three hour 

Japanese bestiality flick you may like. It involves two cute young women who 

fellate horses and dogs until the animals come all over their faces and in 

their mouths. One of the horses actually pisses down the girls throat as she 

swallows every drop." "I'll take it," Pam says, "along with any others you 

can pick out for me with the same general theme as that one."

At this point Pam was about to purchase almost twenty-four videos at a cost 

of almost 400 dollars. She handed him 4 clean crisp 1 hundred dollar bills 

and asked him if it was possible for him to wrap these carefully as she did 

not want to walk around with a bag of videos.

He assured her by introducing himself and giving her his card. His name was 

Sam Worton. The card gave this address and two phone numbers. He told her 

that she could take care of all her other business first, and in the 

meantime he would take care of her package, wrapping, tying and hanging on 

to it until she returned. Pam smiled, thanked him and turned on her heels to 

leave. Sam called out to her and asked her for her first name and mentioned 

that when she came back she may find a woman at the counter and not to 

worry, that she was his wife, Lucy. Pam told him her name and waved 

good-bye.

TWELVE

She jumped in a cab and went to the Plaza for dinner and a drink or two to 

think out her plan of action. She hadn't thought about a wife, but, what the 

hell they both owned the store.

Sam was thrilled with the sale and had really enjoyed this ultra-classy 

black woman who walked into his store moments ago and in contrast purchased 

two dozen of the grossest, vilest films he had in hand. The pain from the 

hard-on he had carried around since her entrance was excruciating.

Just then Lucy came in from the back and asked him how it was going. Lucy 

was a little overweight just like her husband but she was extremely sexy in 

her blatant disregard for clothing that hid her gut. Her Breasts flopped 

around wildly and were a perpetual of stares from their customers. She gave 

Sam a big kiss that he returned hungrily.

They had been married for over twenty years and still attracted each other 

enormously. She felt Sam's boner in his shorts and gave it a good squeeze. 

Sam almost shot his load in his BVDs. He then told his wife about Pam. She 

listened with open ears and a big grin on her face. "God, she was gorgeous. 

Very well dressed and the wad of bills she had in her purse was obscene. She 

bought shit, piss and animal flicks like they were candy."

Sam mentioned his arrangement with her and made sure that Lucy looked out 

for her. Sam was going in the back to rest and eat some dinner. Lucy laughed 

heartily and said that he was probably going in the back to piss on himself 

and jerk off while he thought of his latest customer. Sam walked off 

muttering "Good idea."

Meanwhile Pam was downing her third martini after a light fish dinner. She 

was trying to figure out how to entice Sam and hoped that his wife wouldn't 

be a fly in the ointment.

THIRTEEN

When Pam returned she was somewhat disappointed to see his wife at the 

counter. Oh well, at least she had made some good purchases for the library 

at home. There was no one else in the store as she approached the counter. 

Lucy looked up and smiled when she saw her. "You must be Pam, she said 

pleasantly. He said you were beautiful and I can see he wasn't 

exaggerating." "Thanks very much, your husband was a dear to me."

Lucy could not resist what she was about to do. It was as if she was driven 

by some demon inside her. She sucked in her gut and thrust her chest out 

revealing her very large breasts whose nipples were plunging through the 

T-shirt she was wearing. "My husband was so horny when he left, I think he 

went to pee on himself and jerk off thinking about you. Now that I see you, 

I may join him after you leave."

Lucy's face was red with embarrassment but she plunged on. "He told me about 

the videos you bought and I know you are going to love that Hungarian woman 

Sylvia. Does your husband like that stuff too?"

Pam was speechless, but only for a moment. She made sure it was obvious that 

she was staring at Lucy's bust. Lucy was on fire when she had to sit on the 

stool they had near the register. Her legs opened enough to exhibit her 

upper inner thighs. Pam's eyes were glued to her. "Does your husband really 

piss on himself, Lucy?"

"I'm afraid he got that habit from me," Lucy cooed. "I love to drink my own 

urine and my husband always gets off watching me do it. Now we are both 

habitual pissers. Oh God listen to the way I'm talking to you."

Pam assured Lucy by placing her hand on Lucy's arm. Pam asked if Lucy and 

Sam wouldn't mind spending some time with her over a few drinks. As quick as 

a flash Lucy chucked a few browsers out of the store and locked up. Pam 

offered to make up for lost receipts. Judy looked at her strangely and said 

that there was absolutely no need for that at all.

Lucy led Pam into the back. She stopped for a moment and asked Pam what her 

intentions were. Without hesitation at all, Pam told her that she wanted 

nothing more than to share these wicked ideas with them. She told Lucy that 

she was also addicted to urine. She also had an affinity for shit, animals 

and all vulgar forms of sex. Lucy kissed her full on the mouth to see what 

reaction she would get. Pam gave back equally trying to suck Lucy's tongue 

out of her head. Their hands were all over each other. Before they could get 

carried away. Lucy motioned to Pam to be quiet as they looked through a 

small window that pointed into the back room.

Like little girls peeking at their parents, the two women looked in. Sam was 

in all his glory, naked and lying on the couch with his feet over the back. 

His hands were mangling his good sized fat cock. A few drops of pee escaped 

from his pee-hole but he didn't seem to be able to get a full stream going. 

His prick was too hard. Lucy was giggling as she motioned for Pam to get 

closer. Pam moved in next to Lucy and smelled the odors of a woman in heat. 

Pam could not hold back any longer.

She started to remove her clothing. When she was totally nude except for her 

heels, Lucy stared at her in awe. This woman had a better body than any 

woman she had ever seen, whether live or from the videos. Pam reached over 

to Lucy and tore her shirt off and got her naked like she was. They were 

kissing and also looking in on Sam and his dilemma.

It seemed that Sam would rather come after he peed. The girls decided to 

help him out. Lucy told Pam to wait for signal before she entered. Lucy went 

in and when her husband saw her he was quick to start grabbing his wife's 

bust and kneading her nipples roughly. Lucy responded lewdly. She directed a 

small stream of urine into his mouth and he drank it down hungrily.

Then she told him to close his eyes and not open them until she said to. Sam 

did as he was told still pounding his fist on his cock. His wife replaced 

his hand with hers and continued stroking. Sam's eyes were closed tight when 

Lucy motioned for Pam to enter. She motioned for Pam to straddle his face 

with her cunt and piss into his mouth.

Pam moved quickly and happily. She placed her open thighs around Sam's face 

without touching him at all. He had no idea what was going on as his bride 

continued to pound his dork. Pamela opened her vagina with her hands and 

concentrated on her urine floe. She stifled any dripping and made sure that 

the first vestiges of piss would be a torrential explosion into his wide 

open mouth.

Whoosh! Pam was exploding her hot salty urine into his mouth. At first he 

choked but quickly matched his swallows to the tempest and drank every drop 

thirstily. Lucy had him open his eyes, and you could see his genuine 

surprise as this beautiful woman's vagina was raining down his throat. He 

knew it was Pam right away. His cock, still being pounded for all it was 

worth, began to throb under his wife's furious handling. As his spunk came 

to a boil, Lucy festooned her mouth on his member and sucked the entire load 

down her throat.

Sam was throbbing wildly as he came while Pam's delicious hot urine cascaded 

down into his belly. When her last drop fell she got off his face and went 

to his mouth and kissed him deeply ramming her tongue down his throat. Lucy 

not to be left out squatted over their kissing faces and urinated all over 

their heads. Pam turned around to get her mouth under the flow. She was 

swallowing deeply as Sam's, now spent, cock was flaccid enough to allow his 

urine to explode out. Lucy cut off her flow so she could drink her husband's 

pee.

When every one was drained Pam sat up with her beautiful face glistening 

with piss and said to Sam, "Hi remember me." They all laughed out loud and 

got down to the business of exploring each other's bodies. Pam was eating 

out Lucy and demanding that Lucy finish her piss down her throat. Sam 

stuffed his reinvigorated missile into Pam's cooze fucking her with slow, 

deliberate, passion filled thrusts that showed that he had lots of time and 

did not want to waste a moment. As he fucked her soaked cunt, he fondled his 

wife's large hanging bust while soul kissing the wonderful woman who had 

given him an early birthday present.

They tried many variations and were now totally spent. They were sitting on 

the couch, limp with Pam nestled between the two of them.

FOURTEEN

As Mike began coming into Wendy, She lost control (yeah right) of her 

bladder and rained all over them. Mike was in the process of gluing his 

mouth to her pissing pussy when he was startled to here to voices calling 

him. "Hey big brother, look at you." Mike turned around to see Todd and 

Billy, his 16 and 14 year old brothers staring at Wendy with their mouth 

open. Wendy noticed them and sat up posing lewdly. They stared at her as she 

got up with her cunt still pissing up a storm. Mike's cock was pointing 

straight upward as he cried out in glee. "It's about time you got your asses 

over her. Mom and Dad told me it would be great if you could spend some time 

with me."

The lads could not take their eyes off Wendy. Mike introduced them and 

suggested that they get to know each other better while he threw on a pair 

of shorts and went out to help them with their luggage. He gave each of his 

younger brothers a big kiss and a hug. Billy grabbed Mike's cock and 

squeezed it much to Mike's surprise, but not dismay.

As Mike went off to his chore Wendy stood in front of the boys and 

seductively cupped her bust to their wanton lust crazed eyes. Todd was the 

first to react. "Ma'am may I please feel your breasts?" "Of course you may 

silly" she replied. "But first both of you should get out of those clothes. 

They stripped in record time and were soon standing naked and ready for 

action. Both of their cocks convinced her that they were indeed Michael's 

brothers. Billy's prick was throbbing and hairless. He couldn't hold down 

his 'ready to come' cock. As he started to spew Wendy non-chalantly lowered 

herself to take the force of his ejaculation on her face. Todd pushed her 

down on the terrazzo patio and stuffed his rigid boy cock into Wendy's moist 

vagina.

Billy, as is the gift of youth, re-erected quickly and was plunging his 

peter into Wendy's mouth. Mike walked in and started to laugh when he saw 

his young men working Wendy over. Todd was moaning as he came into her cunt. 

as he came he let out a loud stinking fart that really made Wendy's eyes 

tear. She made him turn around and started to lick his ass. Billy was 

pounding his dork up and down. Michael sat on the deck and made Wendy impale 

her ass on his cock.

There they were, Mike sitting down with his cock crammed up her ass while 

she tongued out Todd's smelly ass and Billy was coming all over her bust. 

Wendy forced her finger up Todd's ass and literally pulled a turd from his 

violated asshole. She plopped the stinking brown bomb into her mouth and 

chewed while Billy spent into her hair and face. Mike shot his load up her 

ass and pulled his cock out and proceeded to piss all over himself and 

anyone who was in the flow's path.

When they were done Wendy was staring into space and mumbling incoherently. 

The boys were excited and wouldn't leave Wendy's side, which she 

reciprocated gladly.

When Barbara and Susan walked onto the patio, their mouth's hung open. These 

two boys were handsome, hung and perverted just like Michael. Oh happy day!!

FIFTEEN

After spending a few more hours debauching Lucy and Sam, Pam got dressed to 

take care of business. She had convinced her newest friends to close the 

shop and take a small vacation in the country with her and her family. She 

gave them no further details. They asked her question after question but she 

would only assure them that they would not regret it.

After leaving addresses, phone numbers and directions with them she planted 

a long moist kiss on each of their mouths and told them to be there for the 

long weekend and she couldn't wait to see them again.

Pam left, strutting proudly, heels clicking as she strode down 9th Avenue. 

She hailed a cab and three taxis made a beeline to her. She got in the cab 

driven by one of those men whose name looked like an eye chart. She gave him 

directions to a very seedy and rundown tenement on lower Broadway.

The driver groaned and muttering to himself, floored the pedal and brakes 

simultaneously getting into traffic. This caused Pam to realize that she was 

going to have a very delicate time at in her former neighborhood.

The best she could do was to accomplish what she had planned to do all 

along. No one knew her plans or thoughts.

SIXTEEN

When the cab screeched to a halt in front of the address she had given. Pam 

tipped and got out quickly. The eyes of the slums were upon her. They 

refused to acknowledge her as a former denizen. She strode purposely into a 

long dinghy hallway and opened a door in the back with her key.

The room was sparsely furnished and wreaked of filth. Pam was memorizing 

every facet, because she would never see this again. She did not consider 

taking anything at all from this hole. She took out a hundred dollar bill 

that was a month's back rent and put it on the table. Second thoughts, made 

her place her ass over the spot and squeeze out a nice brown bomb. Pam the 

rolled the bill into a tube and placed it in the shit.

Realizing that she would never get the chance to relive her past again, if 

she left everything alone, Pam turned away and left proudly. The Guy who 

always beat the shit out of her when she couldn't pay the rent showed and 

did not recognize her at all. He was trying to paw her ass. Pam was thankful 

that her new family kept in great shape. She felt so powerful that she 

reacted with an urgency that she did not know she possessed

Pam's teeth were shining as she grabbed this piece of shit by the shirt. She 

drilled him with a chop to the throat that made him spit out his cigar. When 

he went down to one knee, she brought up her knee and cracked his jaw so 

hard she broke two of his teeth. The landlord had now become the victim. Pam 

hit him with a left-left-right uppercut-left jab combo that blackened his 

eye, fattened his lip and made him puke from the force of the blow to his 

stomach.

He was bleeding on her beautiful outfit and this really pissed her off. Her 

anger allowed her to grab him by his belt and the collar of his shirt and 

toss him down the stoop front of the flea bag apartments he ran. He landed 

in the un-cleaned, un-emptied garbage cans with a very loud crash.

Now sated and returning to her icy calm, she remover her blouse in the open 

and threw it in the garbage with the rest of the trash. Her bust was heaving 

and bathed in sweat. Her cunt was also moist, but the sexual tension was not 

something she enjoyed. Not here. Not now.

Her anger had made the situation a little sticky. She was calming down and 

realized that although she had her purse and a sizable bankroll with her, it 

may not do her too much good. She couldn't very well hail a cab with her 

bust flopping around. She went back inside for one last look.

A door across the hall opened slightly. Pam had no intention of causing any 

more trouble. She just wanted to put an end to this part of her life. A 

small tiny black hand, soft yet old held out a sweater. Pam grabbed it. She 

was actually grateful for the gesture. Pam put the sweater and reached into 

her bag and grabbed a bill and shoved it under the door. Outside now, she 

actually got a cab to stop for her, mainly due to the fact that the light 

was red.

Pam did not look back. While contemplating her little revenge with one of 

the son-of-a-bitches who treated her like dirt she realized that while she 

was a little bruised and a touch disheveled. She was also quite lucky.

Pam thought about what she was doing a little differently now. She was 

actually taking a large risk. He new relationship with Michael was in 

jeopardy, especially of something stupid happened to her. She decided at 

that moment that she was going home to start a new life, immediately. Mike 

wanted her. He might even marry her. Even if he didn't, she was sure that he 

would not just throw her back into the street.

As the cab was approaching the entrance to the tunnel, a van pulled in front 

of the cab. Three dirty, angry, big, black men got out and told the cab 

driver to get the fuck out of the car. One of the thugs kicked the cabby 

upside the head and knocked him out. The other two got in on either side of 

Pam and forced her to remain still at knife point. She tried to be brave.

Pam was trying to be grateful that she had at least had a taste of the good 

life. Fuck these cocksuckers. She would fight them every step of the way. 

She also wasn't stupid and did not plan on committing suicide. She waited 

for her chance.

One of the toughs got in the front of the cab and drove away. He was 

following the van back to the downtown slum where all of his started.

SEVENTEEN

Mike and the rest of the gang began to wonder about Pam's absence. She was 

expected hours ago. Her friends Sam and Lucy had shown up not having a clue 

what they were doing there. Sam explained to Michael that Pam had given him 

and his wife this address and told them to come up for the weekend. "There 

must have been some mistake," said Sam, as he turned to leave. Mike grabbed 

his arm and replied, "there was no mistake, Pam knew what she was doing and 

you are both more than welcome."

Everyone was introduced and was sitting around the pool preparing for a 

snack. They had various bathing suits and pool attires on but nothing out of 

the ordinary. Lucy whispered to Sam that every one looked to be in great 

shape and that there seemed to be a secret smile on everyone's lips. Rita 

got some drinks into them and food was being served all around.

Mike asked Sam of he knew what Pam's intentions were regarding her return 

home. Sam said that he wasn't sure but she had said she had something to 

take care of downtown before she returned "home."

Mike was stewing a bit. Something was not right. He just couldn't pit his 

finger on it. Then when he watched Wendy talking to Lucy about her past 

life, The light bulb went off in his head.

He excused himself and told every one to have a good time but to wait for 

his return. He had an errand to take care of and would be back as soon as he 

could.

Mike called a friend of his who had a helicopter available. They both 

managed to dig up a few acquaintances of theirs who had attitudes about 

protecting their friends.

In ten minutes a car met Mike and whisked him to the heli-pad. Ten more 

minutes and they were headed to the Wall Street Heli-port. It was only a 35 

minute flight, which was fortuitous.

EIGHTEEN

>From the heli-port Mike and his friends had arranged for a car to meet them. 

Pam had once told Mike where she used to live and he actually remembered the 

address. They made a bee-line to the neighborhood.

Meanwhile the thugs were starting to punch Pam around. They asked her if she 

thought she was some high class bitch living a lie. Pam did not answer and 

was promptly smacked in the mouth, drawing blood. The cab and the following 

van pulled into an alley. The four scumbags got out of the car and dragged 

Pam out by her hair. They began pushing her around and threw her into a pile 

of garbage cans. One guy tried to rip her skirt off and was rewarded with a 

kick in the balls.

Pamela was fighting with intensity borne of fear. Kicking and scratching, 

yelling for help and striking any way she could. They simply over powered 

her. They were slapping her hard enough to cause real deep pain. Her left 

eye was nearly swollen shut. At this point they had managed to rip every 

inch of clothing off her body. She was naked, lying in garbage and for the 

first time in her life was not feeling any sexual overtones to this 

treatment.

She was trying to get to her feet and run when one of the ass-holes punched 

her in the stomach with full force causing her to drop to her knees and pass 

out.

Mike and his friends were running up and down the stair and hallways looking 

for her. One guy ran out the back door and saw the gang in the alley. He got 

Mike's attention and they waded in with controlled fury, the worst, most 

dangerous, kind.

Well, Mr. Hunt was like an avenging angel. You know those martial-arts 

movies where the combatants take 15 or 20 blows and 30 minutes to end the 

fight? Or how about when a 300 pound wrestler jumps off the top of the ropes 

and lands on his opponents neck and the guy gets up pissed.

Nonsense, martial arts in the "real world" are instantly deadly. Mike 

stopped the fat fuck who was about to strike Pam again, with a kick to the 

side of the knee that instantly broke it. As the bastard fell screaming, 

Mike followed by bending the guy's wrist behind his forearm, tucked his arm 

backwards and rifled a chop through the elbow, thereby cracking his arm in 

two and permanently ending his career as a woman beater.

The other three cocksuckers were getting equal treatment. This was not a 

staccato of blows created by anger. They were quick, effective, deadly and 

final blows that broke every bone that stood in their way.

Scratch four women beaters. Fuck'em!!!

NINETEEN

Mike was cradling Pam in his arms and tears were welling up in his eyes. Pam 

came to with a start, and started flailing away. Mike took a couple of shots 

to the face before she realized it was him. Their arms went around each 

other tightly. Their mouths met and they both tried to talk at once.

She was apologizing. He was forgiving. He apologized for not being with her. 

Yatta-Yatta-Yatta.

Mike's buddies had managed to come up with something to cover Pam's 

breathtaking but bruised body. They escorted her to the van and began the 

trip back to the 'copter. Before you could say WOW they were landing near 

home. Mike thanked his friends profusely and they walked into the house.

It was really quite a sight. The "family" had no idea what was going on and 

everyone rushed up to Pam to try to take care of her. Rita took command 

forcefully and gathered up her friend in her arms and led her upstairs to 

repair her hurts.

Mike then told everyone the whole story leaving nothing out. There wasn't a 

dry eye in the joint.

Meanwhile Rita assured everyone that Pam was none the worse for wear and was 

soaking in a hot tub and would actually be able to join them for dinner 

after a little sleep and an ice pack.

Michael then announced that this was going to be a special occasion to end 

all occasions. No expense was going to be spared. The phone was buzzing, 

deals were made, and within a half an hour, deliveries commenced. Michael 

gave instructions about the theme, or a part of it really.

He asked everyone to dress as low down and seedy as possible. Ripped, dirty 

clothes, messy hair, lousy makeup, unshaven faces, etc. Don't wash, don't 

doll up and to your best to bring down your appearance. They all thought 

that Mike had lost his mind. "Trust me, please" he said sincerely and 

quietly, as he smiled tenderly at all of his friends and family. Wendy 

blurted out, "Michael if you told me to wear cement, I would find a mason to 

dress me." Don't worry about anything. "All of you can see me, if you need 

help."

As he went off to take care of things he stopped in his tracks and turned to 

the bustling group. "Listen guys, prepare yourselves well, this will be a 

very special occasion for me, and I hope for you. "We are going to kick out 

the jambs, let it all hang out and bark like dogs. We will make Caligula's 

parties look like hymn recitals. Just understand that this is the most 

important day of my life, and I need all of you to be with me."

They all gathered around him giving assurances and hugs and kisses as he 

left to prepare.

TWENTY

Around 8:30PM, everyone had followed the plan perfectly. The pool area 

looked like a lower east side flop house after a sterno party. There were no 

lights on, except for a small fire in a garbage can. The clothing was not 

worthy of the word "rags." Not makeup, not jewelry, not a comb was used by 

anyone They even managed to look washed out and out of it. Billy and Todd 

managed to dig up an appliance box that they had set up like an apartment of 

the FDR drive.

Rita buzzed Mike on the intercom, and told him that Pam had awoken and was 

famished. She was in the shower and would be down soon. Mike reminded her to 

make sure Pam dressed herself with no help or suggestions from her.

In a matter of a few minutes Pam went looking for everybody and walked right 

past the pool area to see where her friends were. She needed them now, RIGHT 

NOW! She was looking out through the patio doors when she noticed the small 

fire burning in the can. Going out to the poll to investigate, she realized 

that there were some pretty seedy looking characters around the pool and she 

began to worry.

Flashbacks occurred and she started to clench her fist thinking that her 

past was creeping up on her. Just the light over the patio came on to reveal 

a man standing under the spot wearing a fine silk tuxedo (black, of course) 

with the perfect accouterments for this outfit. As she slowly recognized 

Mike, she began to feel a little better. She began to look around at all the 

"hobos" sitting around and realized that she recognized the faces.

She was about to comment when Michael called to her. "Pamela, don't say a 

word and please stay right where you are." She was about 20 feet in front of 

the patio, and everyone but Mike was now behind her.

Mike took center stage. Nobody knew what he was going to do as he had kept 

them all in the dark. Pam stood in front of him transfixed. You could hear a 

pin drop. "Pamela, we have all grown very fond of you, none more than 

myself. In fact, I want to say publicly, right here, right now, in front of 

friends and family, that I Love You. I love you so much that I would gladly 

go live in the gutter with you, if that's what you wanted. I want you to 

know that we all would go into the gutter with you."

"But, he went on, I think I have a better idea for you, for me and for all 

of us. I have all the resources I'll every need. I don't give a shit what 

the rest of the world wants. I know what I want. I want to be with you 

forever, as your husband, your friend, your companion, your mentor, your 

partner, your sex toy, anything at all, but together." Before he could 

continue, Pam got up and rushed into his arms. Her exuberance, sprawled him 

onto his back as she landed on top of him kissing him passionately.

It was only a matter of seconds when the "bums" piled on top of them. After 

coming up for air Mike said, "now that that's settled, let's get on with the 

party."

The lights came on, the sumptuous feast was wheeled in and the corks started 

popping. All that remains is to relate the details of the feast-like orgy, 

or was it an orgy-like feast.