Anal Expedition 4 Review

After seeing the cast list and reading Nutty Buddy’s glowing review, my lust for this title grew to epic proportions while waiting for it to arrive. And while living up to such expectations seemed to be doubtful, I came away from the viewing having a new respect for Ferrara himself, and a promise to myself to check out any other titles my Nutty Buddy might fancy.

So what’s so rad about it? Well, rad was a word I used in the late, great 80’s for albums such as Faith or The Joshua Tree. It was never used in the same sentence with Bad or perhaps even Like A Prayer. Anal Expedition 4 is kinda the same. Even mentioning it in the same light as the first installment seems blasphemous when taking into comparison the delights this edition has to offer.

Sandra Demarco and Tiffany Hopkins kick-start the engine solidly, with Ferrara probing his massive tool straight into Demarco’s ass without so much as an after thought to her pussy. She soon gapes wonderfully, and the three-way begins in earnest. It’s a stirring opener with highlights including Demarco’s gape, and Tiff’s hungry ATM taste tasting. I only wish certain shots and positions lingered, or stayed still a touch longer.

Any minor gripes with scene one soon dissolve when Elen Saint goes cock-hunting in Ferrara’s house. The lucky gal finds what she’s looking for behind door number one, and proceeds to collect her trophy’s until she has three stiff one’s pumping each of her lovely holes. Saint is a dead-set stunner, and believe it or not, the lady has never looked as good, or performed as brilliantly as she does here.

Ferrara has a fine habit of secreting the lust for cock from his lovely ladies, and his turn with Claudia Rossi proves no different. One glimpse of the laser-like chemistry they have going on as they stare into each other’s eyes will make believers out of anyone. Luckily, Ferrara still displays her ass for the camera (and David Perry) to explore, but for once, it’s almost as if the anal is a bit of an after thought here. Maybe she might have dug it more if Ferrara was the one pumping her sphincter.

The next two girls don’t seem to mind that Ferrara stays behind the camera for the next scene. After all, he has left them in the capable hands of Everhard, Strong, and Stefano. What follows is pure gonzo madness, as the delightfully eager Angelina Crow offers up her petite ass for a pretty intense gape session. They double-team her repeatedly until her ceaseless enthusiasm wears out, and we have to wait for the cum shots before the smile returns to her face. It’s strange, because there are some girls where I feel like the guys take it too easy, while there are also girls who I think deserve a bit of breather after giving so much of themselves for the majority of their scenes. There’s a definite fight for domination thing going on, and my only wish for performers and the public at large I suppose, is that everyone plays fairly. I’d be lying though, if I said their authority over her body didn’t turn me on slightly. Lol. It’s a tough line, and it’s probably something I won’t be able to figure out while writing this so I better cut to the grand finale, which as it turns out, is also my favorite scene.

One on one’s have earned a warm place in my heart over the years. The thought of gang bang’s used to excite me terribly when I was a teenager, but love and dating over the last couple of years has brought so much perspective on the sheer intensity and potential that one on one’s can have in comparison to group settings. Ferrara is a man who clearly understands this, and thus leaves the scrumptious Cynthia Lavigne all for his greedy self. (Not quite. More on this later . . .) If there was any other woman Ferrara might have been thinking of here, it doesn’t show. If a damn fire started burning all that surrounded them, I still don’t think he would have noticed. All he is aware of is her ass. Her ass, the marvelous things his cock can do it. And fuck me silly does her ass look delicious. The camera happens to be in all the right places at all the right times, with Ferrara almost subconsciously willing their bodies to frame the lens perfectly. The surprise introduction of the ‘cum shot gang’ was only the icing on the proverbial cake, as Cynthia hungrily bathes in the plethora of man-juice flying every which way. The concept may have been used before, but the spontaneity of the closer just highlights the drive these performers have for porn. It’s a must-see ending which illustrates in fine form, the reasons why we make and watch it in the first place.

Tiffany Hopkins & Sandra De Marco
Looks:9
Sex:9
Production:9

Elen Saint
Looks:10
Sex:10
Production:9

Claudia Rossi
Looks:9
Sex:9
Production:9

Angelina Crow & Amanda
Looks:9
Sex:10
Production:10

Cynthia Lavigne
Looks:10
Sex:10
Production:10

Raincoat Factor: Very High

Bottom-line: If I haven’t convinced you to buy this flick, then I’ve failed my mission here. Owning this title feels like having a piece of porn history. And if that doesn’t get you wet, then I don’t know what will. I’m sure there are films that are better. I’m almost finished Erik Everhard’s Anal Cavity Search 2 and it seems to be heading in that direction for now. But this is brilliant. So close to a perfect score it actually makes me sad that I can’t logically give it one. Whatever the case, man or woman, old or young, married or single, buy this and share it with someone you love. I feel like I owe everyone involved in the film at least that much.