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Subject: Crafty reviews M. Hardcore #10 High Voltage
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Date: Fri, 13 Jan 1995 07:01:21 GMT
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Well I finally made it to the video store after many weeks of being laid
{pardon the pun} up in bed with pneumonia.
My first rental was MAX HARDCORE's #10 HIGH VOLTAGE
starring in order of appearence:
Max Steiner
J. R. Carrington
Candy Connor
Golden Jade
Max is truly a anal fanatic. Over the course of his movies he
has matured into a veritable monster ass fucker. For those who have never
seen one of these movies I will explain briefly what happens.
Usually there are 3 scenes to a tape, Max works alone and one on one with
an actress. First part of scene is the lame introduction where Max tries
to make it seem as if his 'actually' seducing the would be women. This
usually entails Max inviting the women to his home.
Part two starts when Max makes some equally lame excuse to start fondling
the women. This is when the fun starts. You can fast forward up to this
point.
Max has made it a habit to do certain things in his tapes. One of which
is that he likes to finger fuck women in the cunt and ass. Were talking
four fingers in the cunt and 2 or three (yes sometimes 4) in the ass. He
likes to strech the women wide open and show their swollen pussies and
wide gaping asses. In #10 he does this with all the women.
Max also likes to introduce women to the fine art of deep throat. I will
never forget the scene where Max shows Tammi Ann how to deep throat his
cock. In #10 Golden Jade gets the royal mouth fuck from Max. She gags and
winces as Max's dick hits the back of her throat. Several times she looks
as if she is going to loose her lunch. Eventually she seems to relax
enough to have Max's dick down her throat for a few seconds.
Max likes to fuck his women /hard/ in the ass. He loves to drill
his women until they are streched wide. Undoubtedly most actresses will
never forget the ass fucking they get from Max.
Lastly Max has a pretty good money shot in just about every scene. He
loves to have his juice splatter all over the actresses face. As an
added bonus, many times he doesn't cut away and simply pulls his dick out
of their asses, cums on their face and then gets the women to suck his
dick clean. Very nasty :)
If you have never seen one, this is certainly as good as any to watch to
introduce you to the Max Hardcore series.
Crafty
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."