from www.washingtoncitypaper.com – Yesterday, jurors in the John “Buttman” Stagliano obscenity trial got a 50-minute display of milk enemas. Today, prosecutors turned their focus to a different substance. This morning, jurors viewed a 36 minutes scene from Storm Squirters 2: Target Practice, a film about women expelling impressive amounts of discharge from their vaginas—colloquially, “squirting.”
The trajectory of the scene went something like this:
Porn performers Angela Stone [pictured] asks Richelle Ryan are just hanging out in a living room, commenting on the quality of each others’ asses. “Have you ever squirted before?” Stone asks Ryan. Ryan has not. “Have you seen a girl squirt before?” Again, no. One thing leads to another. “I want to use you as target practice,” Stone tells Ryan, as Ryan performs oral sex on her.
Stone sits on a chair and instructs Ryan to position herself on her knees. Stone states her intention to aim her vaginal secretion into Ryan’s mouth. “I don’t know if I can do it,” Stone says. “I don’t know if I can do it that far.” She tells Ryan to crawl closer to her. She does. She tells Ryan to scoot a little back. She does. She tells Ryan to remove her top. She does. She tells Ryan to turn around and show her her ass. She does. She tells Ryan to turn back around. She does.
Stone screams very loudly and squirts a clear substance into Ryan’s mouth. Ryan gargles. They furiously make out. Then, the naked guy shows up. That’s Jay Lassiter. They all have sex together in various ways. Despite the ejaculatory role-reversal that Storm Squirters 2: Target Practice is predicated on, the scene ends with Lassiter ejaculating onto the faces and mouths of Stone and Ryan.
“You’re everyone’s target practice!” Ryan announces. Stone turns to the camera: “A lesson lived is a lesson learned,” she says, for some reason. If there’s any serious literary value in the film, that’s gotta be it.
When the trial concludes, jurors will be forced to decide whether the acts filmed in Storm Squirters 2: Target Practice violate the District’s standards for obscenity.
Until then, they’re being forced to watch hours of porn—in a public hearing—that they likely wouldn’t have chosen for their own private viewing.
As the scene played, a couple of the female jurors remove their headsets, relieving themselves of the frequent sounds of gargling, gushing, and the two women choking on Lassiter’s penis. Apparently, this is not their cup of tea. But will the jurors’ personal disinterest in target practice affect their decision about what erotic sporting activities other Washingtonians are allowed to watch in their own homes?