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Rocco's True Anal Stories 3

Rocco's True Anal Stories 3

Released Feb 01st, 1999
Running Time 132
Director Rocco Siffredi
Company Rocco Siffredi Productions
Distribution Company Evil Angel
Cast Rocco Siffredi, Juditta, Phillippe Poine, Magareth, Anita (I), Eva (I), Mike Foster, Jean Pierre Armand, Silvia, Nikki Blue, David Perry, Orsonia Bella, Olga (I), Vivien (I), Amanda (I), Greta (I), Leslie Levente, Monika (I)
Critical Rating AAAAA
Genre All-Sex



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In a business so densely populated with multiple series, recurring characters, and amazing box cover promises as the porn trade, carving out a produce niche is a daunting trade. That Rocco has become the international brand name is an extraordinary feat in itself; the fact that he continues to equal, if not top, his previous efforts, even more so.  While Rocco's True Anal Stories 3 may hold all the veracity of a Presidential deposition, it certainly defines sex in no uncertain terms.

Like much of the best adult product, the simple approach works best.  The pickup scenarios aren't gonna win any awards for originality, and the cast's broken-English patter frequently grows tiresome, but the essence of pornography is virtually (and literally) splattered all over the place... gorgeous, willing babes and rock-hard studs doing what comes naturally.  And unnaturally.  There's more ass-kissing here than a wrap party for a Quentin Tarantino flick, only Rocco's troupe has the courtesy to use their tongues.  (We would be remiss not to mention the fact that Rocco enjoys slapping -- not just asses, but tits and faces.  Sometimes it's more than just playful, so use this information wisely.)

Part of the vi is devoted to behind-the-scenes antics at some secluded, picturesque wooded area, where Rocco and company prepare for the day's shoot.  Fans of tease will appreciate all the gyration and dressing sessions which serve to build to a hot poolside fuckathon.  As expected, Rooco and pal drill their female partners like fleshy oil derricks, stretching their butt cheeks and revealing their gaping black holes over and over. (We could've done without the instance where Rocco dumps half a bottle of baby oil down one gal's upturned sphincter, but somebody out there will doubtedly dig it.)

Other scenarios include a beauty salon for hookers only (how did Madison Avenue miss that one?) with a face-down, cheek-stretching massage routine... and a chain-gang of four escaped prisoners who encounter a horny house owner who just happens to be an expert at quadruple blowjobs. Do we even need to mention that every scene winds up going the rectal route?

Also in the vid's favor is a faux-film look, which, in one segment, almost seems like an Andrew Blake film, i.e., blazing light streaming into a nearly-empty high-tech house where the action takes place.  And what action it is.  Rocco takes on two girls and they give him a run for the money, matching each of his virile thrusts with their wanton cries of pleasure.  (This, or any other scene for that matter, instantly make it into the pre-nominations pile.)  About the only thing missing are a few shots of sweat-covered Rocco looking at the camera and going, "Oh my God, John."  The rest is history.

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