Conventional pornography had never interested Morton. He always found ittrashy and low and felt that the women in the pictures were beingtreated like ...hings. These were different, the women in them were womenand the viewer was clearly meant to see them as such and be a proxy totheir sexuality. Morton's cock hardened in the panties he wore and heknew, THIS was real sex, real erotica. With porn, the viewer exploitedthe women, with these pictures it was almost as if the models weresexually. Give them another year or two, though, and they'd be back.Last year, I'd been new on the varsity at playoffs, a lot like Brent and Trent—the sophomore twin forwards who had been called up from JV—were this year. It was exciting, sure. But aside from being used as a tackling dummy at Regionals, I didn't have time to really feel the excitement of being on a team that was going places. Even three years ago when the team went to the State Championships—the last year that everyone played in the same. I stopped for a moment and looked at her great titsbarely covered by a skimpy black bra, wow, did she have a great set of tits. Iwondered if they were real. Then I punched her, hard, in the stomach, and shecrumpled over and sank back down to her knees. "NOWBITCH" "ARE YOU READY TO SUCK MY COCK". She looked up at me withboth sadness and disbelief in her eyes, and begged me to stop. I thrust my cocktowards her lips. there was no more struggling, she had resigned herself to thefact, that she was. It wears off after they have been here a while and are more accepting."Well, I guess that clears up everything, NOT! I talked to her about having a BBQ by the pool for dinner, and we set it up.We had a great time at dinner swimming in the pool then eating hamburgers, we all enjoyed watching the kids play. We must have been there a few hours when people started to take off for bed. Eventually Pat and I made our exit and headed to bed.Frank dreamt:It was early the next morning, when I woke up. I.