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Subject: Review: Hardcord Beginners, Vol.10
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I'm not sure if this review has been posted already, my mail program
crashed and they seemed to have disappeared. If this is a duplicate,
well, I'm sorry for wasting your bandwidth....
Hardcore Beginners, Vol.10
>from Leisure Time Entertainment (1995)
Running Time: two hours
Rating: a couple laptop adjustments (i.e. not a bad film, see below)
HB10 starts with a very attractive black girl from suburban Illinois.
I would have loved to have seen more of her body while she was
interviewed, complaining about Don Fernando's 4" dick and explaining
how she once had sex between a house and a church. After the initial
ten minutes of interview chit-chat she, starts getting really friendly
with a 13" vibrating tongue then masturbates for about five or ten
minutes. Eventually a long-haired surfer "dude" strolls in from the
kitchen. She sucks him, he eats her, they fuck. There are some decent
shots of her riding cowboy. Her ride quicky switches to a shot of her
on her back and the dude unloading on her face, eyes and hair.
Bo, a cute brunette cowboy from Nevada, follows. She talks, strips and
masturbates for Ron Jeremy. She wants Ron Jeremy, she only doing this
first time video because she met Ron Jeremy. I dunno, does this sound
like a little scripted? Surprising for someone who loves getting and
giving head, there are only a minute or two of footage of the latter.
Did I mention she loves anal sex too? After about 30 seconds of
vaginal action she is begging for Ron to hide his ham elsewhere. Ron
proceeds to do her doggie-style followed by a reverse anal cowbow
(showing off Bo's prime enhanced upper real estate). Ron does her
deeply on her side before asking for the "countdown" to his couple of
spurts on her cheek. Honestly Ron, hearing a woman count from ten to
one while she is getting boned isn't a turn on and its getting kind of
old. I would have loved to seen more of Bo but it was all over so
quick.
Heather is s short blond that kind of looks like Amber Lynn in a way.
Her fantasy is to make love in a graveyard after midnight. Kewl.
Although Heather doesn't live out her fantasy, she was nice enough to
masturbate with her fingers and a double-dong in front of the camera
before the wood appears. After some average head, she is penetrated in
a couple of positions. The sex sex consists entirely of close-ups of
genetalia in action and facial expressions before an attempted facial
(standing about three feet over the target is usually not the best way
to do a facial, sheesh, someone get this guy a plum-bob or something).
Kelli, a cute long-haired blonde dancer, follows. She masturbates
herself with her fingers then anally stimulates herself with a vibrator
(looks very nice). The camera also captures some good 1st and 3rd
person shots of Kelli sucking dick, the 1st person shots were a
definite turn-on but unfortunately, brief. Some standard vaginal entry
follows before she flips over for a nice facial (about five or six
decent squirts).
HCB10 rudely yanks us from admiring Kelli's facial to watching a
rear-view of a blonde kinda punk-chick spreading her cheeks and rubbing
her pussy (a quick Homer "Doh" please). The blonde masturbates for a
while then pokes herself with a vibrator like its the last one shes
going to get for while. This decent vibro-action is interrepts by a
gent who comes in to rub her pussy and lick her ample breasts. The
couple end up enjoying a semi-energetic fuck on the bed.
Shannon, a black-haired lady from Florida follows. She explains her
turn-ons, strips to reveal a decent body (breasts look a little too
hard to be real, but kudos to the plastic). Shannon dances around for
a bit before retiring to pool, splashing some water on her pussy and
rubbing it (nice touch). A gent joins her, gets some head then fucks
her. The very-close-up and distant shots of Shannon with her cheeks
spread getting it from behind were very hot and looks great. The scene
and the movie ends with Shannon sucking him off taking an average
facial (not her fault, guy just missed twice).
All in all this isn't a half bad little two-hour film. The camera work
is crisp, pretty clear, but amateurish. Many scenes are filled with
annoying still-camera noises and flashes, squeaky bed s, cars starting,
dogs barking, the occasional sneeze, etc. Some of the scenes were a
little to drawn out and could have been shortened. Sometimes this is
the price paid when watching people having sex on film opposed to
watching orchestrated porno sex scenes. Shannon's enthusiasm, the
black girl's looks, and Kelli's facial were the best spots. Hardcore
enthusiasts will probably fast-forward through a lot of this film and
the film-buffs might find the dialog a little to boring. Still, not a
bad film.
Raincoat Roundup:
13" vibro-electric tongue, interracial action, anal, vibrator in anus,
long black fingernails, good facial, good-to-average facial with
eyeshot, vigorous vibrator vagina masturbation, outdoor sex, strip
tease.
JGrouch
Note: the new rating system consists of how many times I got aroused
to the point where I had to adjust the position of the laptop computer
I'm using to write this. If I never need to move the laptop, chances
folding laundry would be more arousing. At the other end of the
spectrum, if I have to write a review from memory chances are I was so
brick-hard that using a laptop would have been painful, maybe even
impossible due to the rerouting of blood from the brain to other vital
areas. It could also indicate that the flick had scenes worth
remembering.
Happy holidays...
169 “I can arrange all that.” Such Apaches as had not gone back on the war-path returned to the States with the troops; but there were five months more of the outrages of Geronimo and his kind. Then in the summer of the year another man, more fortunate and better fitted to deal with it all, perhaps,—with the tangle of lies and deceptions, cross purposes and trickery,—succeeded where Crook had failed and had been relieved of a task that was beyond him. Geronimo was captured, and was hurried off to a Florida prison with his band, as far as they well could be from the reservation they had refused to accept. And with them were sent other Indians, who had been the friends and helpers of the government for years, and who had run great risks to help or to obtain peace. But the memory and gratitude of governments is become a proverb. The southwest settled down to enjoy its safety. The troops rested upon the laurels they had won, the superseded general went on with his work in another field far away to the north. The new general, the saviour of the land, was heaped[Pg 305] with honor and praise, and the path of civilization was laid clear. Parliament met on the 10th of January, 1765. The resentment of the Americans had reached the ears of the Ministry and the king, yet both continued determined to proceed. In the interviews which Franklin and the other agents had with the Ministers, Grenville begged them to point to any other tax that would be more agreeable to the colonists than the stamp-duty; but they without any real legal grounds drew the line between levying custom and imposing an inland tax. Grenville paid no attention to these representations. Fifty-five resolutions, prepared by a committee of ways and means, were laid by him on the table of the House of Commons at an early day of the Session, imposing on America nearly the same stamp-duties as were already in practical operation in England. These resolutions being adopted, were embodied in a bill; and when it was introduced to the House, it was received with an apathy which betrayed on all hands the profoundest ignorance of its importance. Burke, who was a spectator of the debates in both Houses, in a speech some years afterwards, stated that he never heard a more languid debate than that in the Commons. Only two or three persons spoke against the measure and that with great composure. There was but one division in the whole progress of the Bill, and the minority did not reach to more than thirty-nine or forty. In the Lords, he said, there was, to the best of his recollection, neither division nor debate! His cheek paled for an instant as the thought obtruded that the man might resist and he have to really shoot him. "Good, the old man's goin' to take the grub out to 'em himself," thought the Deacon with relief. "He'll be easy to manage. No need o' shootin' him." "Them that we shot?" said Shorty carelessly, feeling around for his tobacco to refill his pipe. "Nothin'. I guess we've done enough for 'em already." John Dodd, twenty-seven years old, master, part of the third generation, arranged his chair carefully so that it faced the door of the Commons Room, letting the light from the great window illumine the back of his head. He clasped his hands in his lap in a single, nervous gesture, never noticing that the light gave him a faint saintlike halo about his feathery hair. His companion took another chair, set it at right angles to Dodd's and gave it long and thoughtful consideration, as if the act of sitting down were something new and untried. "Besides," Norma said desperately, "they're only rumors—" "Oh, I've found a way of gitting shut of them rootses—thought of it while I wur working at the trees. I'm going to blast 'em out." During the next ten years the farm went forward by strides. Reuben bought seven more acres of Boarzell in '59, and fourteen in '60. He also bought a horse-rake, and threshed by machinery. He was now a topic in every public-house from Northiam to Rye. His success and the scant trouble he took to conciliate those about him had made him disliked. Unprosperous farmers[Pg 124] spoke windily of "spoiling his liddle game." Ditch and Ginner even suggested to Vennal that they should club together and buy thirty acres or so of the Moor themselves, just to spite him. However, money was too precious to throw away even on such an object, especially as everyone felt sure that Backfield would sooner or later "bust himself" in his dealings with Boarzell. "Let's go home," she said faintly—"it's getting late."