Shame on Pepper Productions for not touting this two-part, exclusively anal extravaganza for the rip-roarin' gem that it is, and even bigger shame on the retailer who misses the opportunity for big returns! Sharp boxcovers suggest a pseudo-western ambience, but aside from a cowboy hat that appears to be surgically attached to Jon Dough's noggin, the narrative falls closer to Mudhoney than Mexicali Rose.
Drifter/repressed psycho Elvis Dundee (Dough) cuts a circular path to his hometown to tie up a few loose ends — one of the loosest being ex-girlfriend Kim Chambers, who has a few scores to settle, top priority being an old fashioned bend-over cornhole session which Dough provides at the drop of a — well, he's glad to execute at any rate. First massaging her rotund tits around his cock, then going down on him like a oil pump on overdrive, Kim is the perfect backdoor partner for Dough's ass-slapping, butt-greasing animalism. (This may also be the first scene in adult history where the removal of shitkickers is considered foreplay.) And, not too incidentally, this scene is just par for the course for ten nut-busting booty sequences.
Jonathan Morgan, playing the town sheriff like Don Knotts with hacking emphysema, figures he'd better deputize Dough before he gets into some real trouble. This move enables Dough to spy on local hooker Nikki Sinn with free license, something which Sinn doesn't have for her gun. He runs her in and Morgan takes over; their jail-cell encounter unfolding as a between-the-bars bout with oral and doggie positioning. A creative and highly erotic solution!
Given the delightfully existential absurdisms of DeLongprez's script, it would only be natural for a pair of tri-state serial killin' bankrobbers (Jake Williams and Sarah-Jane Hamilton — who, considering her British origins sports a believable backwoods twang) to wander into the town diner with a suitcase full of cashola and a hankering for minestrone soup. Under the circumstances, why wouldn't cook Alex Sanders and waitress Sahara Sands slip them a mickey in the minnie (strone soup, that is). Engaging in a blistering rectal reconnaissance mission, they slam the booty and steal the loot. Where the money finally finds a home would spoil too many good jokes to set up, but rest assured that it's a worthwhile trip to take.
Nine out of ten butthole penetration shots are captured with loving microscopic detail and the jizz flies even faster than the humor. Highly recommended.