Released: May 01st, 1997
Running Time: 85
Director: Michael Zen
Company: Wicked Pictures
Cast: Missy (I), Mickey G., Peter North, Jenna Jameson, Stacy Valentine, Mark Davis, Asia Carrera, Brad Armstrong, Chloe (I)
Critical Rating: Not Yet Rated
Let's start by saying director Zen's excursion into the ethereal dreamworld of feral sex is destined to be a modern-day classic. A love story with a definite twist!
Jenna Jameson is a student who sets out to interview Asia Carrera regarding the myth of satyrs at Carrera's mysterious mansion. Carrera, looking like a precious work of ancient art from some lost dynasty, is queen bitch supreme. Impatiently awaiting Jameson's arrival, her insatiable lust cannot be contained. She licks a leather-bound book while anticipating the ministrations of her horny, hirsute housemen. Mickey G., with his dark, Luciferian visage, is the embodiment of some dusky forest god. Roaring like an animal long overdue its ration of meat, he tongue-fucks Carrera'a ravenous pussy, pulling her lithe hips up around his hot maw, while she gulps down a growling Brad Armstrong's bee long.
What more can be said of Jameson? That she's absolutely smashing merely scratches the surface. With her long, curly mane of hair, beckoning cocksucker lips and lush legs, she ignites the primal, animalistic desire within all of us. Carrera's maid, Missy, is aware of the lure Carrera has set for Jameson. Silently appearing from a secret panel in the wall, she hungrily watches Jameson masturbate. Suddenly, Missy's own fantasies take over, and in a pre-nom worthy Sapphic slut slurp, she lubes Jameson's labes with her mouth. Then, holding a crystalline dildo in her teeth (Cirino Studios' Venus, to be exact), the maid soundly fucks her with it.
If this scene doesn't make your skivvies rise, then you must be dead, fella
The next evening, all take part in a good old fashioned Bacchanal. Chloe, in every breathtaking way resembling a Cleopatra-era Liz Taylor, drives home the proof that a sounds ass-fucking does a gal good, compliments of Mark Davis. This girl cooks! Meanwhile, Stacy Valentine enjoys a solid, screeching d.p. with the help of Tom Byron and Peter North in a glorious example of pagan revelry.
When Jameson suddenly finds herself saddled with strange dreams of a hairy, horny stranger, a physical transformation occurs. Is she going crazy? Armstrong, who has taken more than just a passing fancy in her, assures her she isn't. But what about this horn growing from her forehead? One of the most unusual and erotic scenes in recent history is their forest coupling, in full satyr makeup. This striking scene should be remembered at awards time.
Nominations are also in order for cinamatography, art direction and original music. For those who regard sex akin to a supernatural experience, Satyr will satisfy.