That's 'Slut' with a capital 'S'

Could history get more oral? By Dian Hanson and Vanessa del Rio

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I could have torn up the set. You can really see the male side of Vanessa coming out. And the shock they got at my new improved clit was priceless! It was huge and engorged. I'm supposed to be condemned to hell for sucking dick and for saying what I've always said about nuns and priests. So in hell there was Peter North, Marc Wallice and a few other men wearing pig masks, snorting like pigs and fucking me like a pig. Someone was sucking my pussy, I was sucking eight dicks and the Dark Brothers were yelling the filthiest things the whole time, egging me on.

I wound up getting Best Group Grope of 1986 from the Critics' Adult Film Awards for that scene. Even the boom person on the set, she couldn't believe the gangbang. She said,"How can she do that?" And my clit shocked the critics. I said,"Hey, I did my job on my last film. I shocked the porn critics!"

Conjuring Demons

I cannot remember the years in relation to sex in my childhood. It all comes back in little pictures ... in school we would play games with the boys, like tag. And the boys would grab us. Grab our breasts, grab our asses, grab our pussies, and I would always like that. I let them do it. It felt naughty, but good as well. And they would call me "hooah," whore, which bothered me, but in a way I liked it at the same time.

Because of my experiences with my uncles and cousin, I, like many women, was alerted to my pussy early, and what you do with that information takes many forms, like rubbing on a couch, like letting boys touch you, because now you've found your pleasure spot. If that hadn't happened, when would I have discovered it? And with my Catholic upbringing, would I have embraced it like I did if I discovered it any later? I don't have that answer.

When the boys were grabbing us there was maybe one other girl who let them touch; the rest pushed them away. They'd grab me and I'd be giggling and then they'd grab me all over and then they'd call me a hooah. I think at that point I felt like,"OK, I'm a hooah." That's when I admitted I basically like doing things that feel good.

Quite A Ride

Many, many men fall in love with sluts, but when a slut gets love she doesn't always know what to do with it. I personally am afraid to love fully and to trust love. If, as they say, women give sex to get love, in the porn industry we fucking scream it out. But I also have a true love of sex and it's a big deal to me that people accept this, that I'm really having fun, no matter where it came from, that I have sex for sex as much as for love. I'm grateful that my life has been so adventurous and any experience that may have been exploitative I always turned to enjoyment. I was not abused in the business. I didn't have boyfriends who beat me up. I just embraced the raw underbelly of life and let her carry me where she would. She's given me quite a ride.

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