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From: "Kenn Ghannon" <kennyg@ameritech.net>
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Subject: {ASSM} The Nature Of Man. Chapter 5. (mf pet mmff inc?)
Date: Sat,  7 Jun 2003 06:10:04 -0400
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The Nature of Man

By Kenn Ghannon



The Rules

I thought, before we got to the actual reading of this story that we should
set down a couple of ground rules:

1) This story involves frank and explicit descriptions of sex.  If it is
immoral or illegal in your area to read about topics of this nature, please
quit reading here.  If you don't want to read about topics of this nature,
please quit reading here.  (I don't, by the way, agree with the legal
aspects of this.  I believe that the United States, as a society, has gone
too far in putting the onus of maturity on a rather arbitrary physical age.
I've known 13 year olds who were far more mature than some 40 year olds.  Of
course, this may be the exception to the rule, but still.)

2) If you are looking for a story where everyone is always happy all of the
time, please find another story.  If you are looking for a story where
everyone is always sad all of the time, please find another story.  Reality
is somewhere in-between these two extremes and I try to write as near to
reality as an erotic fantasy can get.  Do I succeed?  Only you can tell me.

3) If you are looking for a story that absolutely revolves around sex, sex,
and more sex, please find another story.  I *WON'T* write one of those.
There is sex here, but only as a function of the story.

4) Everything you read hear is fiction.  It never happened, so I am
definitely not writing about YOU.  J

If you've read this far, I hope you enjoy this.



Author's Note: I owe writing this story, and you owe reading this story, to
Frank Downey.  I've often read the stories in the erotic newsgroups -
usually one-handed as most males do - but I've never found one that
particularly satisfied me or made me WANT to read further.  That all changed
after reading Frank's "Naked In School" series.  For the first time, I
actually nearly skipped the sexually detailed writing in order to find out
what happened next.



To put it mildly, I was HOOKED.  I've since read ALL of Frank's stories
including his novel - and I've fallen in love with every one of his
characters.  I know it is impossible, but I hope that Frank never finishes
his novel.because the thought of not being able to read more of Sophia and
Warren's life is a horrible, horrible thought.



However, it was his stories that made me realize that it was possible to
write erotica where romance was more important than sex and story
development more important than anything else.  I will never be able to
bring characters to life as well as he can; I only hope that you might enjoy
my story/stories nearly as much.



--Kenn Ghannon, 06 Jun 2003.



Chapter 5

Eric had spent his day Saturday with his sister, Gwen.  It was a sobering
experience because it seemed she was fading away as he watched.  Her skin
was gray and her eyes dull.  He almost couldn't bear to be in the same room
with her.  He almost couldn't bear NOT to be there either.



He felt guilty then, because he knew that his life was starting to be
fun.and she had never had that.  It was then, at that precise moment, that
he knew.



It wasn't his fault.  What had happened was not his fault.  It was not his
mother's fault.  It certainly was not his sister's fault.  His father had
done this.  No one deserved to be treated like that.  No one deserved to be
beaten.  His father was responsible and then, rather than face up to what he
had done like a man, he had taken the cowards way out and shot himself.



The rage boiled within him like a sea of molten fury.  His hands clenched
and unclenched and he clenched his jaw so hard he thought he heard teeth
cracking.  Pain, and rage, and loathing roared within him and he could no
longer deny them.  In helplessness he shook, his breathing deepening until
the tears swept over him.  For the first time, he cried about that night and
the following day.  All the tears he had been holding in were let out in a
rush and he let them stream down his face unimpeded.  He crawled to his
sister, sitting unaware in her wheel chair.



"Gwen.  You have to come back, okay?  I don't know what I would do without
you.  Please, Gwen.  Please come back.  I need you.  This isn't your fault,
baby.  It's not my fault.  It's that bastards fault.  It's dad's fault,
honey.  He did this.  He's responsible.  Don't let him win, Gwennie.  Don't
let him take you too.  I don't think I can take having him get you too.
Because if you don't come back Gwen, I'm afraid.  I'm afraid I'll turn out
just like him.  I pledge my soul that that will never happen.  I will never
treat a human being like chattel.  I will only treat them with respect and
care and love.  God, Gwen, don't do this.  Don't let that fucking bastard
win.  Please Gwen, please don't do this." Erics voice trailed off as he
buried his face in his sister's lap.  Sobs wracked his body as he held her
close and he finally let go of the worst of it.



Slowly, he stood, his eyes bloodshot and his vision blurred through the
tears.  "I've got to go, Gwennie.  I'll be back though.  I'll never leave
you Gwen.  I'll be strong enough for both of us, you'll see.  I'll make sure
that you make it."  Then he turned and walked out of the room.



He never saw the tear stream down her face.





Eric had mostly recovered by 6pm.  But he vowed to be a new man.  He would
not be his father.  He would not be a coward.  The road would be long, it
would be hard, but he would become the man his father should have been.  And
his father, looking up from the torture of his own personal hell, would see
it and burn all the more.



The knock on the door startled him a little bit, as he smoothed down the
polo shirt he was wearing.  It was navy blue and he was wearing white khaki
slacks with some boat shoes.  The outfit was actually nice; it was one of
the outfits his Aunt had bought him that he hadn't worn, thinking himself
unworthy of it.



"Who is it?"



"It's Tom, Eric, mind if I come in."



"Sure thing, Uncle Tom.  I'm just finishing up."



Tom opened the door and looked his young nephew over.  He was a little taken
aback at the transformation.  His nephew had always stooped over before,
like his back had been broken, but now he stood tall.  His normally shaggy,
ash-blonde hair had been combed back nicely.  Most of all though, it was
something about the set of Eric's blue eyes that caught him.  Something was
there that had never been there before.  A fire, almost.  A determination
that had always been missing.



It was a wonderful change.



Tom opened up his wallet and pulled out three twenties.  "Why don't you take
this, show your first date a good time?"



"Thanks Uncle Tom, but I've got a little money from the odd jobs that you
and Aunt Jean have let me do around here.  I'll be okay."



"Wow.  A teenager turning down free money.  Someone call the newspapers."
Tom chuckled a little bit and was amazed to hear his nephew laugh as well.
Eric normally didn't laugh all that much.  Could a date have such a profound
effect on a young man?  He wondered to himself.



"I insist.  We've never really given you an allowance.  Consider this making
up a bit for lost time."



"Well, if you put it that way," Eric smiled and took the money.



"Oh.and here." he held out his hand and Eric took what he was holding.  When
he realized it was a condom his eyes got very wide and he blushed clear down
to his toes.



"Look," his uncle began.  "I don't expect you to use that today.  But I know
how young men are and I'm sure you'll be using it eventually.  Just.uh.don't
put pressure on your date, okay?  Women like it if they believe they're the
ones who decide, you know?"



"Uncle Tom, I'd never do that.  I promise."  Eric hesitated.  "But thanks."



"No problem.  There's plenty more where that came from, okay?  Just let me
know when you need them.  No questions asked."



"Okay.  Thanks."



His uncle turned to go.



"Oh, and Uncle Tom."



"What Eric?"



"Thanks for everything.  I'm really sorry I gave you and Aunt Jean a hard
time."



Tom smiled, relief etched across his face.  "You're welcome Tom.  I'm just
glad we made it through, you know?"



And they both laughed.





The date went wonderfully.   Evan drove up in his parent's SUV, and they
headed to a nice restaurant.  Well, the restaurant they went to wasn't a
five star, but it was wonderful food just the same.  He got to sit in a cozy
booth next to Shawn and was pleasantly surprised when Shawn took his hand in
her own.  He never even tasted the food after that.  For her part, Shawn
could feel a certain warmth coming over her.



Shawn decided that she liked this tall, strange guy.  Although he was a
little tight, he also had a rather quick wit.when he decided to say
something at all.  His words before had always seemed so carefully measured
that it was difficult to determine when he was joking and when he was
serious.  Tonight, though, it was like a different person had emerged.  He
was witty, charming.  He had them rolling in their seats in laughter.  She
wasn't sure where this young man had come out from, but she was definitely
liking what she saw.



They decided to go to the drive-in (of course, what teens with ready access
to a drive-in DON'T want to go there?) and see a comedy that was playing.
It was a decent story, with a funny plot.but Eric didn't really remember
much of it.  Shawn had taken a hold of his arm and laid her head on his
shoulder.  The scent of her hair was driving him nuts.



Shawn wasn't really paying attention either.  She was feeling something that
she knew she shouldn't be feeling.  A pleasant tingle that was spreading
through her whole body.  Oh, she knew this was their first date and she had
no intention of letting him get beyond a kiss.but it was nice to know that
she did feel this way.



Neither of the two realized it, but there was some heavy breathing going on
up front.



Evan and Christina had been dating for about 3 months and although they had
done some heavy, heavy petting, they hadn't consummated the relationship at
all.  This time, though, Christina was feeling extremely horny.



As the movie started she moved her hand onto his arm.  Over the course of
several minutes, she slowly inched it down until it was in his lap, rubbing
gently.  Of course, Evan wasn't to be fooled.  He knew where she was heading
from the beginning and made sure she had ample space to get there.



For his part, Evan slowly walked his fingers underneath Christina's sweater
and then, just as slowly walked it back up.  He was pleasantly surprised
when his fingers encountered only bare flesh under the sweater.



His fingers danced lightly on her nipples, not really touching or grabbing
but making some contact just the same.  Christina's breathing became
shallow, and she tried to press her breast further into his hand.but he was
having none of it.  It was with a groan of disappointment that she felt him
remove his hand.  But it quickly turned to a groan of pleasure when he
wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer.



His arm around her gave him the leverage he needed to continue his assault
on her breasts.  He walked his hand underneath her sweater again and then
moved it up as he grabbed her breast and tweaked the nipple.



Christina groaned again.  The feeling from her nipple was so good, so right.
She could feel herself getting sloshy, could feel the wetness coming from
her pussy.  She groaned again as hand danced lightly from one breast to
another.  She clamped her mouth down as a very small orgasm bounced through
her.



Christina was amazed.  An orgasm, even a mini, just from touching her
breast?  That was unheard of.  That was how horny she was.  She slowly
unzipped his pants and pulled out the turgid bit of flesh she had been
feeling through Evan's pants.  It was nice and hard and the head pointed
straight at the roof of the car.  She began to slowly move her hand up and
down.but the steering wheel got in the way.



"Shit!"



"What's the matter, Chris?" Eric asked from the rear seat.



"Nothing, cuz.  However, I think it's time we switched, don't you?  I mean,
you can't see the movie from back there very well and we've had our turn!"



Eric didn't want to break the magic spell of the evening with Shawn, but he
couldn't think of any real reason he could turn Christina down.  So he ended
up moving up front.which actually worked out better than he had planned,
because Shawn took his arm and wrapped it around her and snuggled back
against her.  When he went to grab her around the stomach, however, she
pushed his hand onto her breast.



Shawn couldn't believe what she was doing.  She was not experienced, she'd
only really kissed one guy before, but she was feeling so.horny.right now.
When they'd switched seats so Christina and Evan could get more alone time,
she figured she'd scratch a bit of the itch by snuggling close to Eric, but
it hadn't been enough.  When he was nice enough to hold her near her
stomach, she figured 'what the hell' and pushed his hand onto her breast.
And she had to admit, it felt.so.freaking.good.



Christina had her own plans.  Now that she had room in the back, it was time
to really get down to what she wanted.



Chris wasn't easy; but she'd been out of a long term relationship where she'
d been introduced to sex for about 6 months now.  As far as she was
concerned, that was 5 months, 3 weeks and 6 days too long.  She'd been
afraid the very first time, but after that she couldn't get enough.
Besides, this wasn't the first time she'd double-dated to a drive in.



Evan again went in on her breast, but it wasn't enough this time.  She
carefully unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick once again.



She started by slowly sliding her hand up and down that hard magnificent
column.  She was watching her hand glide up and down, feeling the heat of it
make her pussy wet.  And her mouth water.   She decided to let her mouth go
first.



She bent down and kissed just the head.  A light kiss, a promise of things t
o come.  She kissed it again, lightly, gently and slowly she let her tongue
out for a nice long lick across that delicious head.  Evan just groaned in
pleasure.



It was the groaning that got Eric's curiousity.  He looked in the rear-view
mirror and was surprised to see his cousins head slowly bobbing up and down
near Evan's lap.  Unfortunately, Evan caught him looking.



"Geez, Eric!"  He laughed, "Eyes front and center!"



"Sorry," Eric mumbled.  "I didn't."



But Christina interrupted him.  "No, Evan.  Don't make him stop.  I like an
audience.  I found out I'm a bit of an exhibitionist.  You don't mind, do
you Evan?"  As she said that last, she slowly licked up the head that sent a
shiver down Evan's back.



"Oh, god.  I don't care if the marching band were watching.just keep doing
that."



"Maybe later.for now, let's see what my sexy cousin things of this," the
last word came out a bit mumbled as she took Evan into her mouth, just a
bit.



Eric didn't know what to do.  He had his hand on the breast of the woman on
his dreams while his cousin was in the back asking him to watch.  Luckily,
Shawn decided things for him.



"You'll have to forgive PC back there," She giggled sweetly.  "She gets like
this some times."



"PC?" Eric asked, confused.



"Yea, public Christina.  It's kind of a running gag.  There was this party
and she was there with her boyfriend and they kind of got drunk and couldn't
wait for a room to get empty.so.."  Shawn's voice trailed off and Eric and
her both started laughing.



Shawn turned around to watch Chris and Evan enjoying each other, so Eric had
no choice but to do the same.



Christina was bouncing her head up and down on Evan's man meat.



"What do you think cuz," she said in between swallows.  "You think I do this
okay?"



"Um.well.I don't."



"Don't tell me.slurp.that you've never.shlip.had a blow job."



"Well, I."



"Have you ever had sex?"



Eric blushed a deep purple, which answered Christina's question with a
laugh.  "Damn, boy, what have you been waiting for?"  Then she went back to
work bobbing her head on Evan's hard cock.



"Don't worry," Shawn whispered in his ear.  "I'm a virgin too.  Most of our
friends are, except for PC and a couple of others."



He wrapped his arm almost gratefully at that, and started slowly working on
her breast.  "God.that feels heavenly."  Shawn moaned.



Christina, though, was bobbing like a maniac now.  She pulled her mouth off
of Evan's hard dick and stroked him for a minute.  "He's going to come now,
cuz.  He's going to cum and shoot it straight down my throat.  I'm going to
suck him dry and then I'm going to swallow it all.   I LOVE the taste of
cum, and I want it right in my mouth where it belongs."  With that, she
ducked her head and went to work on his hard cock in earnest.



It didn't take long, Evan groaned hard.  "God, I'm cooooommmminnnnngngggg!"



Eric watched in amazement as Christina just continued to bounce her head up
and down.  He noticed her throat swallowing frantically as Evan's hips came
off the seat to drive his cock into her throat.  Eventually, though, Evan's
hips stopped their thrusting and he moaned in final release.



Christina pulled her head off his slowly wilting cock.  She noticed that
Eric began to turn around, but she reached out her hand and stopped him.
"Show's not quite over, sport."  She started undressing.



"God, it feels so free to be out of these clothes," she proclaimed as she
slipped her panties off.  There could no longer be any doubt that she was a
natural red-head.  Her breasts were hard and proud, maybe a small C-cup. She
reached up and cupped them, tweaking her nipples.



She moved back and brought her mouth once more to Evan's dick and started
sucking, slowly at first, then faster and faster.  Slowly, Evan's member
filled once again with blood.



"Oooo.  Goody.  I was hoping you'd say that."  Then, staring into Eric's and
Shawn's eyes, she straddled Evan and slowly sat his prick into her waiting
pussy.



"God.  That feels so good." She moaned as her body moved up and down on him.
Eric watched as the cock moved in and out of his cousin's flame framed
pussy.  He watched it move up and down, and unaware, he matched the rhythm
on Shawn's cloth covered breast.  It didn't take long for Shawn to be
gasping and out of breath.  She started rocking back and forth, her tongue
coming out every now and again to lick her lips.



After a few minutes, Christina leaned forward, her upper torso just over the
edge of the front seat back as her ass kept bouncing up and down.  Her eyes
were closed in rapture as she felt the prick moving up and down inside of
her.



It wasn't enough.  Something was missing.  She was going to come close, but
she wanted something more.  She opened her eyes and looked from Shawn to
Erick.  Slowly, her eyes moving back and for the between them, she grabbed
them by the back of their heads and pulled their lips into contact with her
nipples.



Shawn didn't know what to do.  She knew that Christina was out of her mind
with horny need, but she really wasn't into this.  She felt herself being
drawn, but it was almost magical.  Bemused, she couldn't seem to clear her
mind enough to pull away.  When her lips finally made contact with that soft
nipple, an electric jolt snapped through her.  Almost of their own accord,
her mouth opened wide and accepted the nipple between her lips.  After a few
moments, she realized she kind of enjoyed it and started sucking with gusto,
every now and then flicking her tongue across the nipple.



For his part, Eric wasn't sure what he should do.  Chris was his cousin and
he wasn't sure he wanted this.  He had but barely known her really, but she
was blood.  He pulled against her hand a little, but Christina looked down
at him from where Shawn had already given in to the lust.



"Please.  Please Eric.  I need this.  Please."  She moaned softly.



Her voice was so plaintive, so needy.  He closed his eyes and enveloped her
breast with his lips.  He had read a lot about sex, but he never expected to
have to put it to use.  He reached his free arm up and ran his fingers
through Christina's hair as he suckled and licked her left breast.  It
tasted good, like clean skin with just a hint of salt.



He found her ear lobe with his fingers and slowly traced the outline.  He
ran his hand behind her neck, running a light touch there.  His lips never
left her breast.  His tongue, flicked back and forth.



"ohmygod.ohmygod.I'm cumming.I'm cumming.I'm THEREEEEE" and a wail started
that was loud enough to shatter glass.  She bounced and bounced until there
was no way that Eric and Shawn could keep their lips upon her.



As they were pulling away, they gazed at one another and their eyes met.
Something happened then.  It wasn't a spark or a connection.  It was
infinitely more than that.  Eric felt his eyes held by her own and leaned
forward to meet Shawn's lips for a kiss.  Shawn felt the same way.  Their
tongues grappled, and Eric slowly rubbed her sides and back.  It lasted for
minutes that seemed like days.  It was eternity all wrapped up in a single,
solitary moment.  When they pulled apart, there was a certain amount of fear
in both sets of eyes, but a wonder, too.





The drive home was short and fairly uneventful.  Shawn was the first to be
dropped off, and Eric gallantly walked her to her door.  On the threshold
there, he kissed her again.and it was all that their last kiss was and so
much more.  He nearly skipped away as she closed the door, a mysterious
smile playing across her lips.



Eric was in love.  Shawn was pretty sure she was too.



Evan dropped Eric and Shawn off, giving Shawn a kiss that was majestic but
plain.  They said their good nights and walked to the door.



Tom and Jean were waiting.  "Eric, honey, come here and sit down," Jean
began.



Eric took one look into Jean and Tom's eyes and knew, right then.



"What's wrong with Gwen."



"Eric, nothing's wrong with her.  She started talking a little while ago.
She's asking for you."

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