In the ever-changing roster of industry woodsmen, Max Steiner has a pretty good shot to join the male performers' Hall of Fame. However, his teammates in sin - eager, dutiful and ultimately benign - may one day end up buffing his plaque in reverence, but second stringers they will always remain. Yet Max the Scout seems to attract the kind of rookie female talent who have an honest love for the game. To this lurid line-up free agents live to be banged under the bleachers with total abandon. Perfect opponents for Steiner's ball club!

No training necessary - they're in superb shape; trim but not unkindly thin, with tight round bubble butts. All the babes (excepting leggy Laura Palmer) have kept what nature has bestowed upon them blessfully intact. (That being natural, moderately-sized breasts; the kind on which gravity has an appreciable with much appreciated effect.) Not enough can be said for a firm handful of real flesh melon topped with a visibly rigid nipple.

The videography is varied and creative, though initial penetration shots don't always lead the pack. Peppered throughout are close-ups of such intensity that wrinkled rectums begin to resemble Wrigley field as seen from an orbiting CIA satellite. Rookies, take note. Candace Berg, a brunette with a decorative (?) pin nailed through her tongue, doesn't let the steel bolt handicap her ability to orally wax Don Fernando's Louisville Slugger. Rather than going for the standard play, she catches his fly in her mouth and dribbles the sperm down his quivering shaft. The crowd goes wild! David Hardman "swings" with Stephanie Swift, who prefers winning the inning with a defense one might call "catcher in the eye."

Anal fans should take a cue from Kimberly Kurtis.  At first appearing to be a demure novice in a table-top match against pool sharks Hardman and Steiner, she hustles the horny rubes into hot doggie delivery. Hardman breaks with the first shot in her pubic pouch. With a killer penetration shot, Steiner sinks his wiener in her bun.

Game over? Hardly. Cramming the lucky eight-ball in her jaws, both guys grease the obsidian sphere with spoo spew number two. Now that's how the game is played. Time for the seventh inning stretch.