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Teach Me Too!

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This is one of those books where the author couldn't care less about lesbians, but the publisher realizes that girls-loving-girls sells, so they put three nude women intertwined together on the cover despite the fact that there are very FEW lesbian scenes in this book! I CALL THAT FALSE ADVERTISING! I was very disappointed as a result! It's an illustrated book largely filled with drawings of guys with their genitalia hanging out. Not erotic or even interesting. Why can't they be honest and make that clear on their cover picture? Answer: Because they want to sell to gullible people like myself.

THE COVER PICTURE IS THE BEST PART OF THIS BOOK!!!

In a way, Enrique Villagran is the perfect pornographer: since his characters seem to have no idea what love or romance are, they allow Villagran to concentrate on his theme that all sex is a form of exploitation.

It's a marvelous theme for a porn artist, who, after all, draws sexy pictures for money. The schoolteachers Daphne, Donna, and Roz exploit deep-pocketed, horny men in "Teach Me II: Zoom In" for the money to keep their school going; they in turn find themselves unwittingly at the mercy of a potential sexual blackmailer who can't decide whether to sell his stolen videotape, or keep it for his own selfish pleasure.

The 44-page novella, "The Legend of Red Wolf" is an extended fantasy in sadism. A wealthy southwestern mining family is opposed by a Native American labor activist, and every character in the story winds up screwing every other character, in one way or another, as an expression of raw power. It's a cruel, transgressive story that reads like a contemporary, more naturalistic version of the Marquis de Sade, and like de Sade, it's arousing precisely because it's transgressive: the story takes us to places in our sexual imagination where we tell ourselves we don't want to go.

It's worth noting that Villagran doesn't take any of his work's intellectual baggage too seriously; there's a jocular, this-is-just-porn spirit to even his cruelest outrages, as when his characters are drawn to look as if they're enjoying themselves against their will.

As always, Villagran's stories are a visual treat for lovers of cute girls, sodomy, and podophilia.

The artwork in the book is decent at best. It is all black and white. There is a lot of fetish/feet material here. The scenes are short and kind of disjointed, like a badly-directed movie. There are very few climax shots in this one. While it isn't awful, I can't really recommend this one.