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Subject: Review:Nasty Nymphos 8
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Nasty Nymphos #8; Anabolic
Anabolic's Nasty Nymphos series compares with Dirty Debutaunts, Up 'n
Cummers; Casting Call, New Faces, Video Virgins, and several other pro-am
series filling up shelves at A Video Store Near You. The camera interviews
a nominal new comer in tacky surroundings, followed with a by-the-book sex
performance pretending to be an audition.
NN shows all the others how to make a quick video with no money that still
is hot to watch. Ed Powers; Randy West; Mssrs. Hardcore and Christopher--
Anabolic are the guys to steal from. In my opinion, NN is the best.
HERE'S WHAT YOU GET:
Six vigorous scenes, varying from 12 to 40 minutes. Four anals. One
threesome. Three bad facials; two missed facials; one fair facial. Kelly
Trump in a delicious fuck-bunny DP. ...And Alex Jordan in the most
vigorously elegant sex scene I've seen all year.
SCENE 1: Janet Jacme and Sean Michaels.
JJ is 27, 5'3", mocca-black with long wavy hair, light but shapely. She's
cute --very cute-- but phoney: An amateur actress that lifts weights.
Janet is that promising, elegant kid that sang 'Summertime' in the 8th
grade school Spring Concert; discovered gymnastics in the 9th; and sex in
the 10th, and dropped out in the 11th. I hope someday she grows a *real*
personality-- but in the meantime, I just love watching anyone twice as
big as she is fuck her brains out.
In this case, Sean Michaels does the honors. Janet's scene begins with
her uninvolved but pretending; warming up as Sean gets physical; and then
zoning out with spun-sugar eyes, howling like a blind dog under a full
moon as she rides the runaway Michaels express for 30 minutes. They move
vigorously through about eight athletic positions, including 3-finger
pussy stretching-- it was all just swell after the first seven minutes.
The scene ends with a lame buttcum.
SCENE 2: Alex Jordan and Mark Davis on a K-Mart day-bed/couch.
I do not know how to write this paragraph. ... I'll just cut to the
bottom line: This wasn't a porn loop: This was a Gold Medal Olympic
performance by two beautiful athletes at the top of their form. It was
the 1937 Yankees. The 1983 49ers. It was Christie Yamaguchi, Nadya
Cominitch and Olga Corbett [sp?] on ABC. It was Sonja Heine in 'Sun Valley
Seranade' and Arnold Swartzinegger in 'Pumping Iron.' Now that I know who
she is, I will miss Alex Jordan very much.
AJ was a tall, athletic died-blonde with an elegant face, expressive eyes
and a beautiful, shy but open smile. Girls' basketball didn't get her
where she wanted to go in High School, but the weight room did. She had
obviously lifted for strength for years. She re-shaped her body, adding
shape to her upper back and legs, and developing sexual stamina that would
wear out any three guys foolish enough to take her on for anything but a
recreational good time. She exhibited real muscle definition when she held
positions. She exhibited real grace and explosive responsiveness when she
responded to MD's thrusts and parries.
It isn't so much what AJ and MD did' as it's how they did it. They moved
through all the normal positions; but with extreme vigor and athletic
grace. They also assumed a few athletic positions that other performers
strain to hold; but they make it look easy. This was an open, sincere
performance by two athletes who knew how to perform and really got into
each other-- and that's my favorite kind of loop to watch: Real-world
sincerity turns me on.
Downsides: Camera was sometimes jerky and often failed to follow the
action; camera missed the best facial on the tape. I couldn't help
thinking all the way through the loop, that this was probably one of the
last scenes Alex Jordan appeared in before she died.
SCENE 3: Marina Cartier and Tom Byron on a badly made bed.
MC is a tiny, slim french brunette. She has an open face too large for
her body-- but it grows on you. MC is friendly, but a bit too casual.
When the action starts, it's pretty obvious that MC as acted as an Angel
of carnal delight to half the French Navy. Ends in 17 minutes, in a
non-existant facial.
SCENE 4: Angel Whorney and Rocco Siffredi on a couch someone threw away.
What's so great about Rocco? He did some unusual things in this tape (A
position Mad Magazine once labelled the "crucifix position") but
basically, I've seen the hedgehog put on a better show. Angel is 18
(looks 25) 5'6", 8lbs past slim, very Italian (Brunette, roman nose,
flashing brown eyes, soft chin) and loves sex. Angela really enjoys
herself; she gives nasty head and loves Anal. Rocco phones in his
performance. Ends after 16 minutes in a bad facial.
SCENE 5: Cherelle and Sean Michaels.
Cherelle is from Germany and Sean is her 14,000th sex partner. She is 20,
experienced but not hard, 5'6", light-brunette, cute-- and she has a great
pussy in close-ups. 12 minute scene ends in a pretend facial.
SCENE 6: Kelly Trump, Marc Davis and Rocco Siffredi on a couch stolen
>from the USC Sigma Chi Fraternity basement.
This is the scene that Anabolic thought would sell this tape. From
Berlin, Kelly Trump is a compact, blonde, curvacious fuck-bunny whom the
German Parliament should declare to be an official National Treasure.
She's hot no matter what she does or who she does it with. NOTE: Compare
this scene to her scene in Video Virgins 18(?) or 19(?)-- KT doesn't do as
much, but VV has better close-ups, particularly of her incredibly perfect
snatch.
Rocco takes the lead in this threesome, and performs most of the action.
They go through the usual dozen positions with a lot of friendly intensity
usually missing from a pro-am tape-- and then they move through a gamely
performed but mediocre three-position DPP. Kelly doesn't move much during
the DPP. Both Marc and Rocco experience fall-out. The camera is often
out of position.
Everybody has a good time. The performance is athletic but not intense.
KT knocks herself out trying to get the guys warmed up past 'friendly',
but she doesn't succeed. The scene ends after 22 minutes in five-drop
facials from both guys, with the camera bobbing around like it was cumming
too.
NOTE TO ANABOLIC: You are doing almost everything right. Write a new set
of questions for the interviewer and get a cameraman who knows how to
frame a picture and catch a facial and you'll be perfect. A few more
gyn shots wouldn't hurt, either.
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."