Deep in the backwoods in the hills of West Virginia Bambi Starr went from stud-boy to stud-boy in a vain attempt to appease her seething pussy. Her cunt's next stop was at the disk of a man named Gary Goodlein.

The country slut was wandering through the woods that day in just her tee-shirt and cut-offs, when she ran into Gary Goodlein, who was out running his hunting dogs.

"Hi there, Bambi."

"Hi Mr. Goodlein."

"Call me Gary."

"Hi, Gary!"

"You out looking for some action?" Gary Goodlein asked.

"Yup."

"I'm just about through running these dogs," Gary Goodlein said.

"Oh?"

"You want to go back to my shack with me?" Gary Goodlein said.

"What have you got in mind, handsome?" Bambi Starr said.

"I thought maybe we could snap off a quick fuck," Gary Goodlein said.

"Does it have to be quick?" the diminutive female questioned.

"I promise I will make it as long as possible," Gary Goodlein said.

"Let's go."

"I sure do like your hunting dogs," Bambi Starr said.

"They like you too. They can play with us also if you like."

"Ooooooh, do you own DIRTY hunting dogs?" Bambi Starr said.

"Yeah. They can play adult games," Gary Goodlein exclaimed.

Gary Goodlein took Bambi Starr to his shack. The dogs gathered around.

"You mind if I get out of these clothes?" Bambi Starr said.

"Not at all. I have to go get the jar of honey," Gary Goodlein said.

"Honey?"

"I am going to rub it on you and then you are going to get on the floor," Gary Goodlein said.

"The hunting dogs are going to lick the honey away?" Bambi Starr said.

"Yes, they will lick the honey away enthusiastically," he said.

"Dynamite! Where are you going to put the honey?" Bambi Starr said.