starring Georgina Spelvin, Rhonda Jo Petty, Randy West, Drea, Tommy La Roc and Ginger.

Grab a corncob pipe, kick up yer heels and see the only adult movie that could have been called Little Whorehouse on the Prairie. Citrus Productions has come up with a sweet but seldom sour look at the sexual misadventures of a rural family at the end of the Civil War. If you like country women more down-to-earth than Scarlett O’Hara, point your wagon toward a theater playing this one.

Country Comfort admirably takes its time setting up the story—in other words, no sex right away. While that may be bad news for the impatient viewer who’s double-parked, the action to come is well worth a little warm-up. Tom (Randy West) is a war straggler who spots the family’s daughter, Clara (Drea), engaged in some innocent skinnydipping. He scares her off only to face her shotgun-toting mother, Martha, who’s played by the Helen Hayes of porn flicks, Georgina Spelvin. Soldier Tom manages to talk his way out of trouble with the finesse of the proverbial good ol’ boy.

Martha lets Tom hang around the house —much to the delight of the horny womenfolk, but to the chagrin of Marsh, the hired hand (Tommy La Roc). Marsh is secretly involved with Beth (Rhonda Jo Petty), the freeloading fiancée of Martha’s son, who was killed in battle.

War not providing the best opportunity for sex, Tom figures he’ll make up for lost time by seducing the entire household—mother included. Enter daughter Sabrina, teasingly played by newcomer Ginger, who at only five-feet tall packs as much sensuality per foot as many veterans. She spies on Beth, who’s giving Marsh the kind of dripping blowjob adult movie audiences live for. In return for keeping her mouth shut, Sabrina orders Beth to eat out her miniature pussy.

Meanwhile, Tom follows Clara to the river and proceeds to take her cherry. Clara’s performance as a virgin is so accurate, you can almost hear a pop. Sabrina then manages to get a piece of Tom after she convinces him there’s more under her dress than meets the eye. He drills her in the barn long enough to find oil. Even in moments of ecstasy, they never lose their Southern accents, a minor miracle under the circumstances. Marsh and Beth get it on next, and a horse becomes so annoyed over the heated action, it storms out for points unknown.

But the sexual summit arrives when Tom finally persuades Mom to share her bed with him. With a trooper like Georgina Spelvin, it’s no surprise her approach to passion is the most “professional.” Her moans are loud enough to be heard clear to Gettysburg.

The shit really hits the fan when troublemaker Sabrina blows the whistle on Marsh and Beth at an awkward dinner table scene reminiscent of TV’s The Waltons. Except the Waltons rarely use the word fuck.

Country Comfort gives us an authentic look at pussy from yesteryear, but not without a few buffalo chips along the way. Many of the close-up scenes are out of focus, and the small cast means few surprises. Yet faithful acting, a fresh background, the exciting new discovery named Ginger and — most of all —a lot of good, down-home sex make this Civil War vehicle a victory for Yanks and Rebs alike.