From alt.sex.movies Mon Apr 24 11:22:26 1995
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Date: Fri, 15 Jul 1994 20:18:54 UTC
Subject: REVIEW: butt banged bicycle babes
Status: RO
1994, anabolic video productions
quick rating: 3/4
misty rain is our narrator and guide to the literary world of
anabolic video's fan mail. she reads letters from fans who want
more anal, more dripping cum shots, more gang bangs, more more more.
as she reads and apparently masturbates, she describes each upcoming
scene.
the plot here is scant: bicycling along, women meet up with
varying amounts of men, and much cum ensues. by shooting nearly
every scene in this movie outdoors, anabolic has created a film that
is not only raunchy, but seemingly natural and one in which the actors
seemed to really enjoy themselves.
to start out the bicycling motif, we come upon draghixa, a slight,
young woman with some european accent and amazing tits, riding through
the woods. she soon meets a group of 5 guys who surround her
with cocks. as she sucks on each in turn and in tandem, she is
anally entered by one man in the group, who plows her tight ass
for the remainder of the scene. contrary to misty rain's intro,
there is not a *lot* of anal action in this scene, but given what
there is and the largish amount of cum deposited on draghixa's
face, it's well worth one's time.
next, we find barbara doll, with another european accent, who
is hired for the afternoon by max (`hardcore') steiner to be
the center of attention for his new porn production. barbara
agrees to suck and fuck max's actors, and the scene ends with
her being doubly penetrated. this was a relatively straightforward
scene; nothing that couldn't be found in other films.
although it didn't actually involve bicycling, the scene with
marolin and an unidentified guy on a beach is interesting because
this was apparently marolin's first anal penetration *ever*.
i'd believe it; she was certainly not acting like having a hard cock
up her ass was an everyday affair. those of you with virgin fetishes
will enjoy this scene.
we finally see misty rain as more than just the narrator of this
movie. she & francesca le go bicycling in what appears to be
death valley, and along the way dare a couple of men on bikes
that `if you catch us, you can fuck us...in the ass!' the men
take them up on the dare, and both women have their asses filled
with large cocks. cum-fans will like this scene for the final
few seconds where misty drips her cum-filled mouth over francesca
and exchanges very wet, sloppy kisses.
the final scene, and the longest and raunchiest, has yvonne (blonde,
australian?) and kimberley chambers receiving john (`buttman')
stagliano's anal attention, as well as that of his pool-cleaning
acquaintance. yvonne straddles john's cock which plunges into
her ass, while kimberley is first fucked by the pool-cleaner,
then by john. after each cum, kimberley has the pleasure of not
only having yvonne lick the cum from kimberley's cheeks & legs,
but extensively rimming out kimberley's well-fucked ass as well.
misty closes out the movie by showing us that as she's been
masturbating, she's succeeded in inserting a very large black
dildo into her ass. as she summarizes the events of the past
hour or so, she slowly pulls the dildo out of her stretched ass.
over the credits, there is a long sequence of cuts, bloopers,
and alternative shots from the film. this is funny and interesting,
and is a fascinating glimpse of what goes on to the sides and in
back of the camera.
(comments and suggestions welcome)
raincoat
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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."