Stringing a bunch of oral wet shots and tying them together with lead-ins by a horny couple worked very well in Oral Majority I. But lackluster performances by Herschel Savage and Taija Rae, combined with uninspired snippets of past Western Visuals hits, leaves Oral Majority II a weak and unexciting sequel.

Like Careena Collins and Paul Thomas in OMI, Taija and Herschel get into intense philosophical discussions about the art of you-know-what. Herschel looks duly uncomfortable (I don't think it's acting), and Taija's dialog and facial expressions resemble fuzzy dice hanging on the rearview mirror of a 73 Camaro. In between the diatribe we're offered monotonous clips and cuts from very good recent videos like The Lust Potion Of Dr. F, Sex Fifth Avenue and other montages articulating the pleasure of hand-to-gland combat. The clips chosen are not very exciting.

Now I'm really disappointed! I wade through the clips to see what our hosts are up to — Taija's talking dirty about all her teenage sex experiences and squirming like her Danskin has a brush fire; Herschel's tugging his collar and mugging like Rodney Dangerfield — and eventually they put their money where their mouth is. The end result, unfortunately, isn't worth the wait. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed the little humoresque between them. But judging the time invested, I'd have settled for the entire Sex Fifth Avenue.