Original subtitles

(upbeat country-western music)

- [Narrator] Well, it seems Debbie Benson

didn't make that Texas cheerleading squad.

She tried her heart out, but guess it wasn't meant to be.

Brokenhearted and just plain broke,

she decided what she needed was a change of scenery.

(gun fires)

(horse whinnies) (man whoops)

(glass shatters)

- What's the matter, honey, they didn't throw you

off the squad?

- Kicked me off nothing.

After raising all that money

and going through all that trouble,

when I got there, they told me I was too young.

Well, I never.

I mean, you'd think they could've told me

before I went through all that trouble.

Who wants to be a Texas cheerleader, anyway?

Rooting on a bunch of sissies wearing all that stuff

just to make them look big.

- You betcha.

They're a bunch of faggots, anyway.

- I'm gonna be a country western singer,

and I'm gonna bejust like Billie Holiday,

but even more famous.

- You sure you don't wanna come up to my place

and freshen up a little bit before you see your aunt?

- No, sir, I've gotta catch my aunt

before she starts her daily chores,

cause she don't know I'm coming

and I gotta get there before she goes to work.

- What was that you said your aunt did?

- I don't know, I guess she raises cows

or something, cause she runs around.

- Well, what's the name of the farm?

- Well, the only reference I had to it

was a letter from Mom, and she referred to it as the ranch.

- You mean The Ranch?

- I don't know, I guess so.

- Are you sure you don't wanna come with me

and freshen up, first?

- Oh, no, I'm sorry, but I've gotta go.

Maybe I'll see you again sometime.

Bye.

(horn honks)

- [Narrator] Yes, sir, Debbie had her mind made up.

She was going straight to that ranch

if she had to walk all the way there.

(country-western music cont.)

(men chatter) - Hold on, hold on.

Say what?

- Say what?

What are we gonna do?

You're fucked. - Yep.

- Well? - Oh Shit.

(men chatter)

- Hey, wait a minute.

- What?

- Gotta look at this.

- What? - Wow.

- Let me see it.

- Hold on, I haven't

had my fill yet. - Stop hogging the glasses!

Let me see the glasses. - Willie Mac,

I'm only looking after your health.

- I'll worry about my own damn health.

Would you look at the knockers on her!

Holy shit. - Yeah.

And you know, Willie Mac,

I bet that damn bitch is hitchhiking.

- Yeah, hitchhiking's against the law,

isn't it?

- Sure is.

- Let's go check her out, man.

- Yeah, I think we should.

- [Narrator] Uh oh, looks like Debbie's in

for some Texas police hospitality.

- All right, where's your ID, woman?

- I lost it, I don't have any!

- Likely story.

- It's the truth.

- Well, what are you doing out here?

- I'm just walking on the road.

- I bet you're either hitchhiking or hustling.

- I certainly am not.

- You're under arrest, woman.

- For what?

- We'll tell you that when we get downtown.

- Yeah, let's put her in the car.

- What car?

You lost it.

- You lost it.

- There's one.

Stop, stop!

Stop in the name of the law!

Okay, you, get out!

Did you hear me? I said get out!

Come on, beat it!

(men chat)

- Leave me alone, come on.

Get me out of here! - Come on.

- Get your hands off me!

(men chat)

- Real nice. - Leave me alone!

- Really? - Leave me alone!

Get me out of here! - Have some.

Let me get my car.

- Get your hands off me!

Get your hands off!

- Hey, Willie John, hey, Willie Mac.

- Oh, hi, Willie John, how you doing?

- Oh, not too bad.

What you guys got there? (men chat)

- Some dangerous criminal, I think.

- Yeah, probably a hustler.

- I certainly am not.

- Hey, you shut up there, woman.

- Yeah, this is for men folk.

Get your hands off!

- Hey, you boys know where you're at, don't you?

- Get your hands off me!

- You're within town limits.

- Ah, yeah. - Oh, shit.

- And you boys know that yourjurisdiction

stops at that sign.

- Yeah, what the hell's the matter with you guys, anyway?

- Hey, you shut up, woman.

- Leave me alone, come on! (men chat)

- Now, you boys know that this is my town.

- It's my car.

- Get your hands off me! - And what happens

on that side of the line is your business.

What happens on this side is mine.

Now, let's not get into trouble over a silly woman.

- Oh, Little John, you know.

Can't we work something out together, man?

- Look, that's the way it's always been,

and I ain't setting no precedents.

Now, you guys get out.

- Little John, come on. - I said get out.

- All right, you whore hound.

You're gonna be sorry for this.

- Yeah, it's just one of the sins

I'm gonna have to rot in Hell for.

- What the hell's going on?

- Get into my car, woman!

- Where you gonna take me?

- Five minutes away to a little bit of Heaven

or a little bit of Hell.

Depends on you.

- Okay, Little John.

Have it your way.

- I intend to.

(tires squeal)

- [Narrator] Well, being as how it was his jurisdiction,

Deputy Little John placed Debbie in custody

and hauled her ass off to jail.

Shit.

- Goddamn son of a bitch.

He does one more of them little honeys

and his dick is gonna fall off.

- Well, we're gonna do something to make sure

he don't get away with this one.

(banging)

- Get in there. - Well, you don't have

to be so rough.

- Shut up.

- Are you really gonna put me in a cell?

- Well, that depends on you, darling.

- Well, what do you mean, Sheriff?

- It's Deputy. - Well, you look

like a sheriff to me.

- Let's not skirt the issue.

- I'm wearing jeans.

- Well, you're gonna be wearing this.

Put it on.

Put it on!

Take off your shirt.

- Well, oh, sure, where am I gonna change?

- I'll show you where to change.

In there. - Take it easy!

- Take off your blouse.

- No.

- I said, take off your blouse.

(gun clicks)

- Do I have to?

- It's the law, honey.

Turn around!

I wanna see those tits.

Faster, hurry up, come on!

- There, you satisfied?

- Now, take off your pants.

" No!

- I said, take off your pants!

It's the law.

Hurry UP-

- This how you get your kicks?

Pervert.

- Underwear and boots, come on, I don't have all day.

- Neither do I.

(John clears throat)

- The underwear.

" No!

- I said, take them off!

Hey, come on, woman, I said the underwear.

- And I said no.

- Shut the fuck up and take them off!

- No.

- Take off...

Get up.

Now take them off.

And the socks.

- No.

(Debbie grunts) - Stand up.

Get over there. - Hey!

- Bend over.

- No.

- I have to check you for drugs.

- I don't have any.

- Well, we'll see about that.

(sultry harmonica music)

(Debbie moans softly)

- You really gonna keep me in here?

- Well, depends on you, honey.

- What do you mean?

- Well, there is a way out of here.

- What's that?

(Debbie moans)

Oh.

(flV unzips)

Why not?

(seductive, harmonica-tinged blues music)

- Oh, you learn real fast, honey.

Oh, yeah.

I'll have to keep you here a little while longer.

(John sighs)

Spread your legs. - Huh, jeez.

(Debbie moans)

(Debbie moans loudly)

(moaning continues)

(moaning continues)

(gasping and moaning)

(both moan)

- Well, a woman like you don't belong in a place like this.

- Well, you're not gonna believe this,

but I don't have any money, I have nowhere to go,

and the only thing I could think of

was my aunt Xavier's ranch in Amarillo.

- Shit, woman, you mean to tell me

you was on your way to old Xavier's ranch?

- Yes, sir.

- Woman, that's your ticket out of here.

Besides, working girl ain't no vagrant.

Go put on your clothes, I'll take you out there myself.

- Mm, thank you, all right!

- But on your word of honor, you can't tell anybody

what happened here today.

- Oh, I won't, I promise.

- On second thought,

maybe you don't wanna go out there right away.

- Oh no, I wanna go there right away.

I worked so hard to get here and everything.

Please?

- Well, all right.

(upbeat honky tonk music)

- Not too much.

No making me come too fast.

- Don't you want your money's worth?

- Damn, honey, you do that good.

Damn.

Oh.

- That's my job, baby.

- Not too much.

Not making me come too fast.

- You'll get your money's worth, cowboy.

(man moans)

Oh shit, l'vejust come.

- I can feel it here.

That's it, oh, yeah!

(man moans loudly)

Oh, yeah.

(man moans)

(man shouts gleefully)

(police siren wails)

- What's that?

It's a raid. - Holy shit.

- What's that?

- It's a raid.

- Don't be silly, the law never comes to this part of town.

(tires screech)

- Take it easy, it's only Little John.

- Ah, Shit.

- Well, that ain't no bubblegum machine out there.

- Calm down, girls, I'll take care of this.

(doorbell rings)

Hi, Little John, you're about the last person

I expected to see here.

- Aunt Xavier, whatever trouble you're in for,

I want you to know it ain't none of my doing.

- I know that, but you're gonna be in a heap of trouble

just being out here.

- I'm on a mission of mercy.

- Mission of mercy, land sakes.

What'd you bring me, something the cat dragged in?

- No, just a little favor I'd like you to do.

- She's a young one.

- No, she's of age.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Checked her out myself.

- You old lech. (John chuckles)

- Flattery will get you everywhere.

(Xavier chuckles)

- You can leave her here, she's in good hands.

Would you like to stay for some lunch?

- I'm on duty.

So, I have to take off, take care of her.

- Bye, Little John. - Bye.

- Catch you later.

Come on, I'll bring you and introduce you to the girls.

- Hi. - What's your story, honey?

- You run away from home?

- What's the matter, bitch, life been too rough on you?

- Scoot, girls, we got some talking to do.

Okay, what's your story?

And don't lie to me,

cause I've heard everything from Ato Z.

- Aunt Xavier, don't you recognize me?

It's me, little Debbie.

- You're who?

- Little Debbie, Debbie Benson.

- My god, the last time I saw a picture of you

your mommy sent me, you were about this big,

and things sure have developed since then.

- Well, I went to Texas to be a cheerleader,

and now I have no money and no place to go,

and I thought of you and your ranch.

I knew I could help you out with your chores and stuff.

Can I stay, please, Aunt Xavier?

- Well, I guess. - Please?

Thank you, Aunt Xavier.

- Aw, you must be tired from your long trip.

Hon, why don't we take you upstairs

and give you a hot bath,

and I'll talk to you in the morning.

- That sounds real good.

- Mary Lou, Betty Sue.

Mary Lou, Betty Sue!

- What does she want now?

(girls chat)

I know, she never stops.

- Take this young thing up and give her a bath.

- This one looks hot.

- You wash her back.

I got better things to do.

(upbeat music)

- Ew, what a mess.

You should take better care of yourself, honey.

Don't wanna ruin the merchandise.

- Well, it's not my fault.

I'll have you know that I exercise every single clay.

And besides, I won a cheerleading competition

down back home.

- Honey, we ain't questioning you at all.

What you do with your body is your own business.

- Well, it sure seems that way.

Ever since I stepped foot in this town,

I've been raped, abused, humiliated and used.

- Mm, you must have made out pretty good this morning.

- Oh yeah, what are you, some kind of smart aleck?

- Ornery little bitch, isn't she?

- Nah, maybe not.

Could be she just had a hard time.

Where you from, honey?

- Well, I'm from back East.

You guys, I don't mean to be pushy.

I mean, you seem to be okay, but I'm telling you the truth.

- You mean to tell me that you did all that stuff

this morning for nothing?

- What do you mean, for nothing?

- We charge for things like that around here.

- You mean this is a-- - Whorehouse.

- My aunt Xavier runs a --

- A whorehouse.

That's right, honey.

- Best little whorehouse in these parts, if you ask me.

- Right smack dab in the horniest bunch

of frustrated studs you've ever seen.

- What have I got myself into?

- Take it easy, honey.

- Lean back, you look like you've had a hard time.

- What the hell is that?

- This is gonna get you clean.

Inside and out.

(Debbie moans)

What have I got myself into...

- Does it feel good?

You like it?

Little miss cheerleader.

Oh, she likes it, yes.

Yes. - Squirm, yeah.

- You bet, mm, mm.

Who's at the pool, what you do?

- By the way, honey,

you're not the only cheerleader in the house.

- Oh, really, you used to be a cheerleader?

- Yeah, I was a cheerleader for the army.

- What happened?

- I liked women.

Just lay down and relax.

- I don't think this is such a good idea.

- It's all right, first we rub you

from head to toe simultaneously.

- I don't think that's a very good idea.

- Don't knock it 'til you try it.

(Debbie moans)

(panting and moaning)

Oh yeah, she likes it.

- Sure does. Oh!

(Debbie moans loudly)

- Oh, yeah.

Clit of hers is getting real hot.

- Yeah, she really likes it.

- We couldn't let a tender young chicken

like you go to waste.

(loud moaning)

(Debbie moans loudly)

Yeah, ooh.

Oh, looky.

- It's all right, come on, just relax.

(Debbie moans in pleasure)

- Oh, looky there.

(Debbie moans)

_ HGY-

Hey, wake up.

Wake up. - Hi, good morning.

- Caught your action last night.

- What action?

- Nevermind, we'll talk about it later.

Spoke to your mom. - How is she?

- She's doing fine. - Good.

- She confirmed that you are my niece.

- 'Course I am.

- Can't let you stay.

- Aunt Xavier, why can't you let me stay, why not?

- This ain't no cow farm.

- I know.

- You know?

- Yes ma'am, I've seen what goes on around here,

and if I didn't, I mean, you'd have to be pretty blind

not to see it.

- I can't let you stay, but let me get you a ticket

back home, I will give you --

- Well, if you're not gonna let me stay here,

then I'm just gonna have to go somewhere else.

- You know what?

One night, I'll let you stay one night.

I wanna show you around, I want you to see

what really goes on here,

and then you make up your mind in the morning.

- Aunt Xavier, I'm really sorry.

Thank you so much.

Oh, I swear I'll make you proud of me.

And yeah, I'm sorry about the sex.

(bluesy rock music)

(bluesy rock music cont.)

- And this is the special room.

This is a room where men can create a fantasy,

in which you can participate or simply watch.

- You mean, like...like a voyeur?

- Mm-hm, yeah.

- But he's jerking off.

- Don't you?

(bluesy rock music cont.)

(bluesy rock music cont.)

(woman moans softly)

(soft gasping and panting)

(woman moans in pleasure)

(moaning)

(woman moans in pleasure)

(gasping and moaning)

(gasping and moaning)

(moaning and panting)

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

- Nothing.

(knocking)

- I'm home, honey.

- Make sure you take off your shoes, twerp,

before you come in.

- I did take off my shoes, see?

- Big deal, what are you doing here so late?

Dinner's ruined, I'm tired, I got a headache,

and I'm not in the mood.

- Honey, it's Tuesday.

- Tuesday, you missed your big chance, buster.

I told you if you were late again, I'd cut you off.

- But honey, this'll be the third time this month

you've cut me off.

I've been working so hard lately,

and the boss, he kept where I've worked so late.

You know everything I do is for you and the house.

- Well, you're gonna have to do better.

The car's two years old, it's falling apart,

I need a new dishwasher.

And besides, what the fuck are those?

I like roses.

- I'm sorry, but the florist was closed.

And, you know, I hurried home just to see you.

- Mm-hm.

Well, I don't give a damn.

I'm getting dressed and going to dinner with Tracy.

- You're what?

- I said, I'm going to dinner with Tracy.

Least her conversation is more stimulating.

- Stimulating?

- Yeah, stimulating, like into stimulate.

- Stimulate, huh? - Yeah.

- Oh, yeah?

- You beast, don't touch me, leave me alone.

- Touch you? - Yes.

- You're my wife.

- Stop it!

Right now, what's gotten into you, anyway?

- I'll show you what it is to be stimulated.

- Damn it, stop it, Henry.

- Don't tell me to stop it.

- I demand you to stop it right now.

- And this shit about Tuesdays.

No more of just Tuesdays.

I'll do it whenever I want, wherever I want,

however I want.

- Henry, you can't do this.

- Shut up, woman.

- I don't need to take this from you,

who do you think you are?

- Just suck on it.

There's a lot of things, woman, you don't know about me.

(Sissy yelps) Suck it, woman!

(muffled speech)

Suck it, suck it, woman.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

(muffled sounds)

- Oh, Henry.

(Sissy groans)

- You see, Debbie, many men have trouble

with lovers and wives.

This is a place where they come to fulfill their fantasies,

to work out their frustrations.

We just provide a service.

(Sissy moans loudly)

- Oh, baby, baby.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh, baby.

(panting and moaning)

Oh, baby, baby.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

(Sissy moans loudly)

(loud moaning and gasping in pleasure)

(man groans)

Oh, right!

(man chuckles)

- Why don't I just roll over here

and watch you go down and get it right on up here.

I'm ready to go. - Henry, again?

- That's the way.

Take it, take it down.

(gasping and moaning)

You love it, don't you?

(Henry chuckles)

- Get.

- Well, why don't you just try and straddle me, then?

You can ride me for a little while.

Just get yourself up there.

- Oh, Henry.

(Sissy moans)

(Sissy moans loudly)

Oh, right!

(Sissy gasps and moans loudly)

- Honey, why don't you bring your head right down here

so I can cum all over your face.

- You got it.

Hurry up, Henry.

Henry, I can't wait no longer, come on.

(gasps of pleasure)

(Henry moans in pleasure)

I love you, Henry.

- Anytime, honey.

- Anytime?

- Anywhere, baby.

- Anywhere?

- I've gotta go to the bar right now.

- Yes, dear.

- And I don't know when I'm coming back.

- Will you call me later so I know

what to prepare for dinner?

- I don't know.

- Please, honey? - I'll see.

- All right, dear.

- Anyhow, I've gotta be leaving.

Okay?

- All right, dear.

- Boy, he must've had a really rough life at home, huh?

- For some of these guys, it's gonna be the first time.

I want you to be sincere and I want you to be patient.

Some of them might cum pretty quick.

I want you to spend some time with them afterwards.

- What, for 15 bucks a trick?

- Hey, their daddies have been good customers,

they're gonna be good customers.

(patrons chatter)

- Nice game, mister high school American tight end.

- Caught some passes there.

- Fuck is that shit?

Says we can't go to the ranch. - Let me see it.

- I don't know, and I don't give a fuck, I'm going.

- But the coach said we can't go.

- Are you kidding?

It's a tradition.

- Yeah, for as long as we can remember,

after the last game of the season,

we all go to the chicken ranch.

- My daddy, he still talks about it,

to this day, snapper.

- Private, I hope, boy.

- I ain't missing out on this shit for nobody.

- Guys, if we go, we'll be expelled from school.

- Oh, Reggie, you're always copping out.

- Asshole.

- We'll be in front of the school at seven o'clock.

Are you coming or not?

- Yeah.

You coming?

- I don't know, fellas, I wanna do the right thing.

- Oh, you faggot. - You faggot.

- But fellas, you gotta have some respect for authority.

- If those guys went to that house,

I want you to arrest them and throw those girls in jail.

You understand? - Yeah, yeah.

- I don't want this going on anymore in my school.

I don't want this thing going on anymore in this town.

You understand? - Yes, boss, yes.

Can't we play with them just a little bit?

(doorbell rings) - I'm coming, I'm coming.

(upbeat country music)

Hi, gentlemen.

Oh, Little John, how are you?

- Xavier, I gotta talk to you something powerful.

- Come on and stay here.

Come on and sit down. - I ain't gonna stay there.

I gotta talk to you about something.

You know that right this minute, the team's planning

their annual traditional wham, bam, thank you, ma'am?

Uh, hello, Debbie.

- Hi, Little John.

- Xavier, can we talk about this in private?

- It's okay, we can talk in front of Debbie, she's family.

- Are you sure?

- Hey, have I ever lied to you?

The girls are all ready.

- Well, get them ready for Coach Biddles.

He's right behind them.

- That's serious.

- And what's more serious

is that he has the county police with him.

You know, this place has always been a question

as far as myjurisdiction goes.

- Are you talking about those same two bimbos

that picked me up the other day?

- Yeah, those creeps.

- I've made my decision, and to prove it,

I'm gonna get you out of this situation.

- I can't let you do it, I'll talk to you tomorrow.

- Oh please, just let me do it.

Let me try.

- Well, tell me what you've got in mind.

- You know those two cops he's talking about?

Well...

(finger-picked guitar music)

- I can't see nothing either, swear to god.

- Oh, give me those glasses, will you?

Goddamn it.

Well, those lousy douchebags, they drew the blinds.

- Have you ever done this before?

(upbeat country-western music)

- Yeah, I'm real experienced.

- I bet, big boy.

- I said now.

- You're the boss, let's go.

- Don't make any noise.

Come on, come on.

(wolf howls)

- Did you see the game?

- Oh, yeah, matter of fact, I did catch it.

- I threw three touchdowns.

- Hey Willie John, hey Willie Mac.

Fancy seeing you here.

- Yeah, well, we're here on business.

- Yeah, business.

- Business?

Hey, this is a private party.

You guys got an invitation?

- Hey look, I know what goes on in this house.

If you don't let us in, there's gonna be a lot of trouble.

- Hey Willie Mac, is this official business?

- Well, kind of, Little John.

- What do you mean, kind of?

- Kind of, our boys are in here,

and I'm here to bring them home.

- You guys got a warrant?

- Warrant? - Warrant?

- Does he want a conference?

- Conference? - Yeah, I'm --

I'm proud of myself. - We don't need no warrant.

You know why?

Cause if you don't let us by, I'm gonna have you arrested

for contributing to the delinquency of minors.

- What's happening?

- I think these boys are here to cause trouble.

- They're not here to cause trouble.

Hi guys, how you been?

- Good, ma'am. - Ma'am.

- Has he brought a friend?

- Know her?

- I ain't a friend of yours, ma'am.

My boys are in here and I'm here to bring them home.

Why dOWt you guys go upstairs,

you see if you can find them.

All right, don't trip over yourselves.

- What are you guys doing here?

- Okay, boys, go to the top of the stairs,

go to the room on the left,

and do we have a surprise for you.

- Is that okay with you, Coach?

- Just try not to get lost.

- Take it easy, fellas.

- Where you been? - Hey.

Again?

- You know what kind of place this is?

- You know, the wham, barn, thank you, ma'am?

- Parents hear you talk that way?

- You've never been here before.

- I wouldn't be here now either.

I'm here on a mission, ma'am.

- We've been here 5O years.

- Don't make it right.

- Shit, Willie Mac, come here and take a look at this.

- Wow, what a place.

- Ain't it?

Think I wanna get some action in this place.

- You're gonna get some action?

Hey, I think I'm ready for some action here.

- Yeah, but we're gonna wait and see who's pud she wants,

and I think it's gonna be mine.

- I kinda doubt that, Willie Mac.

Let's sit down and just wait and see here.

- All right, all right, I'll Sit.

We'll see.

- Why don't you give me a cut and get more comfortable?

- I'm not gonna here long, ma'am.

- Why don't you judge that

after you've been here for a while?

(woman laughs)

(patrons chatter)

(humming serenely)

- Hi. - Hello, ma'am.

- Hello, ma'am. - So pleased to have you.

Y'all comfortable?

- Oh, yes, ma'am. - Yes, very.

- (chuckles) I don't believe we've ever met before.

- Oh, no, ma'am.

- Well, I really hope this is the beginning

of a long and profitable relationship.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Y'all really are lucky, because I usually send

my regular girls up here for this kind of thing,

but today, ljust haven't had any in so long.

I wouldn't waste a couple of young, sweet things like you

on them. - Why, certainly, ma'am.

(Willie Mac chuckles)

- I'll tell you what.

Why don't you all get more comfortable,

and I'm gonna lie down.

- Why not? - Yes, ma'am.

Oh, yeah, I wanna get into some of this.

- Well, come on, boys.

(upbeat, southern rock music)

(smacking)

(orchestral music)

- Well, there he is.

He's kinda cute.

- I guess.

- He'll do. - You sure you wanna do this?

- I wouldn't miss it for the world.

- You and me.

- Show him a good time, girls.

(whirring)

(wind howls)

(man coughs)

(energetic marching music)

(gong sounds) (crowd roars)

- Hike it long, there she falls,

come on, Cassius, break their balls!

- We are great, we are best,

shove that goal post up their ass.

(crowd roars)

- Oh, my god.

This can't be real.

(energetic marching music)

- What do you say, coach?

- I say come over here.

(crowd roars)

(upbeat rock music)

- Yeah, that's right.

You get first and I get--

- Shut up and fuck.

(woman moans in pleasure)

Oh, boy.

Aw, you're so bad.

Oh yeah.

Oh, give it to me now.

Oh, you know how to do it.

Oh, yeah.

(moaning)

(smacking)

(both moan)

Oh, yeah.

Oh, give it to me.

(woman moans)

Oh, harder, boy.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah. - Oh man.

(gasping and moaning in pleasure)

- Big cock.

- I don't even know how to do this.

(Willie Mac moans)

- Give me that dick.

Yeah.

(Willie John groans)

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, yeah, boy.

(woman moans)

" Oh!

- Oh, yeah. - Oh, yeah.

- Oh yeah, oh yeah!

Oh, baby.

Harder, boys!

(Willie Mack groans)

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, give me your cum, boy.

Come on, boy, oh yeah.

I love it.

Come on, come on.

Cum for me, baby.

Come on, baby, aw yeah.

Oh, yeah, baby, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, baby.

(both moan in pleasure)

Yeah, fuck me good.

Fuck me good, come on.

Come on.

Oh, come on, boy.

(moaning)

Come on, boy, I want your cum, boy.

(both moan loudly)

(loud, rhythmic moaning)

- Cum all over your ass, mama.

' Oh, yes!

(both moan loudly)

I love your cum all over my ass!

Come on, let me see.

I haven't had this much fun in weeks.

(woman moans)

Oh, yeah, oh, oh, I can feel it all over.

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, yeah, feels so good.

Oh, yeah.

(woman moans)

(Willie John groans)

(woman moans loudly)

Well, I do declare.

Oh, yeah, such a sweet boy.

Yeah.

You got such a nice cock.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, you make me feel so good.

(serene music)

(smacking)

(Debbie moans loudly)

- Yeah!

(loud moaning)

(Debbie moans loudly)

(upbeat music)

(gasping and moaning)

- Ooh, real nice, real nice.

I love it.

(both moan in pleasure)

(Debbie moans loudly)

(gasping and moaning)

- I'm gonna, hey, come here.

(Coach grunts)

(Coach mumbles dirty-talk)

(indecipherable dirty-talk)

(Coach moans)

Ooh, take the whole thing, that's it.

(smacking)

Oh, that's it. (moans)

A dream come true.

Ooh, take it.

Ooh, that whole thing in there.

That's it.

God, you got it all in there.

That's it, keep going, baby.

(Coach moans in pleasure)

(slurping)

(gagging)

Oh, god.

(Coach moans)

(woman moans softly)

(moaning and panting continues)

Oh, yes!

(man groans loudly)

- Let's do it here, come on.

Ooh, put it back.

(man moans)

- Don't I know you from somewhere?

- I don't know.

I'll give you $10 to see your tits.

- For old time's sake, okay.

(upbeat western music)

- Old time's sake.

(man moans)

(Debbie moans in pleasure)

(sharp gasp of pleasure)

(man moans loudly)

- After that, boys, I'm ready for anything.

Let's have some fun.

(upbeat country-western music)