Message-ID: <45590asstr$1069837992@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20031126033317.46020.qmail@web60407.mail.yahoo.com> From: Lazlo Zalezac X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 25 Nov 2003 19:33:17 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} Glen Wiseman 05 (mf mmf ffm ff mm slow) Date: Wed, 26 Nov 2003 04:13:12 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, dennyw __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Protect your identity with Yahoo! Mail AddressGuard http://antispam.yahoo.com/whatsnewfree <1st attachment, "GW05.txt" begin> DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. If you are offended by sexually explicit material or are under the age of 18, stop reading now. This material cannot be reproduced for commercial purposes without the consent of the author. Glen Wiseman By Lazlo Zalezak Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezak, 2003 Chapter 5 Glen sewed the turkey closed with great care. He set it in the roaster. Even though it was the smallest turkey they could find, it was still too large to put a lid over it. He struggled for a moment with the aluminum foil to make a tent over the turkey. It wasn't pretty looking, but it was functional. He put the bird in the oven and closed the door with satisfaction. The trio was still asleep. They had slept through the night without nightmares. In fact, they hadn't suffered from nightmares since he had captured the creep. Last night, they had stayed up late, talking excitedly about Christmas. They reminisced about past Christmases telling stories about gag gifts, surprise gifts, and dinners with relatives. Glen had listened, but did not participate. He reached under his bed and brought out the presents. He set them up under the tree that the trio had decorated. It had already fallen over twice, but that hadn't caused any damage to the décor. They had been surprised to learn that he didn't have Christmas bulbs for the tree and had settled for popcorn strung on thread. They would put it outside after Christmas for the birds to eat. He went back and got out the three stockings that he had bought. He hung them over the fireplace and filled them with the small presents that he had purchased. They added a nice Christmas cheer to the entire cabin. He looked around at the room, surprised at the degree of pleasure he was taking in the day. Glen sat down and waited for the them to wake. It wasn't that long of a wait. The twins came out wearing their bras and panties. At least they weren't parading around naked anymore. They knocked on Cliff's door and shouted, "Wake up, sleepy head. It's Christmas." Cliff came out carrying a very large box. The twins went in the room and came out with two slightly smaller boxes. They carried the boxes over to the tree and set them down. They quickly ran back into their rooms and came out with more presents. They put them under the tree and turned around. The twins, as one, shouted, "Merry Christmas!" Cliff shouted, "Merry Christmas." Glen nodded and said, "Merry Christmas." Cliff went to the tree and selected a gift. He looked at the name on it and then handed it to Sandra. He selected another gift. This one was for Wanda and he handed it to her. He picked up the large box and carried it over to Glen. He picked up a gift for himself from under the tree. Wanda looked at the present and saw that it was from Glen. She wondered what he might get her. She opened the gift and let out a screech, "It's a blue bathrobe!" Sandra opened hers and saw that she had a red bathrobe. She laughed and asked, "Why, Glen. Are you tired of seeing us undressed in the morning?" Glen blushed and replied, "Well, I wouldn't use the word tired." The twins giggled and tried on the bathrobes. Now that they were covered a little better, Glen was able to relax. He opened his gift and discovered that it was a small color television. He smiled as he knew that he couldn't receive a television signal out here to save his life. He thanked them, "This is great. I haven't had one of these in ages." The twins glowed and Cliff smiled. Cliff opened his little present and discovered that it was a wallet filled with some ones. He hadn't had a wallet since his was stolen along with his clothes. He had been carrying his temporary drivers license in his shirt pocket. He grinned at Glen, "This is great." Glen smiled, "I gave it to you with money in it because giving an empty wallet is bad luck." Cliff nodded, "Yes, I've heard that." Cliff went back to the tree and handed out presents to everyone again. He gave Glen two of them at the same time. Sandra saw that her second present was also from Glen. She smiled as she ripped the wrapping off it. She held up a light red flannel nightgown and laughed when she realized what it was. She stated, "Kinky. I live with a man that likes young women dressed in flannel nightgowns." Wanda looked at her blue flannel nightgown. She snickered, "It's so sexy." Sandra stated, "Thank you, Glen. I know that you thought about this a lot. It does get a little cold at night and these will keep us warm." Cliff grinned in Glen's direction. He stated, "I think they were hoping you would get them something really sexy." Glen shook his head and replied, "I don't think I can stand more sexy around the house." The twins laughed. Glen opened his presents. Inside one box was a satellite dish receiver and in the other was the dish. He realized that with the dish and receiver he could use the television they had bought. He looked up at them and said, "Wow, this is great. Now we can watch the news." Sandra and Wanda frowned at the idea of watching news. They were hoping for something a little more upbeat. Wanda stated, "The news? We got it so you could watch comedies." Cliff said, "Or at least football games." The twins threw some wrapping paper in Cliff's direction, shouting, "No football!" Glen laughed at the antics of the three young people. He watched Cliff open his very heavy present. Cliff's eye's got very large as he looked inside the box. If was a tool set with three hundred different tools. He looked up at Glen and stated, "Wow, this is fantastic." Cliff went back to the pile and pulled out presents for everyone except Glen. Wanda opened her present with childlike glee. She pulled out a very sexy and very transparent blue baby doll nightgown. She turned to Sandra, "Thank you. However did you know my size?" Glen looked confused for a second. Of course, Sandra would know Wanda's size. They were twins. Then he realized that it was a joke, probably one they'd told each other ever since they were small. Sandra held up an exact copy of the nightgown except hers was blue. She grinned at her sister and said, "I see that we still think alike." The twins chuckled as they stood up and disrobed. Each one put on their teddy doll nightgown. Glen looked in horror at the sight in front of him. If he had thought having them walking around naked was tough, having them sit in front of him in those nightgowns was even tougher. His cock immediately got erect. Glen opened his present from Wanda and looked at it with a tear in his eye. She had gotten him a Swiss Army Knife, just like the one he had lost when abducted by Amos Orvin. He looked over at Wanda and said, "Thanks, sis. I have missed this a whole lot." Cliff went back to the tree and handed out more presents. He was the first to open the package and looked inside in amazement. He looked over at Sandra and said, "Binoculars. I've always wanted binoculars." Sandra answered, "Maybe now you can do a little bird watching." The twins opened their presents from Cliff. They both smiled when they opened theirs. Both of them contained purses. The twins said in unison, "This is great. I've missed having a purse for so long." Glen looked at the happy trio and smiled to himself. He stated, "There's one more present under the tree. It's for all three of you." Cliff went over to the tree and picked up an envelope. He opened it and whistled. He turned excitedly to Wanda and Sandra and said, "It's the title to the truck." Wanda and Sandra launched themselves at Glen and smothered him in kisses. If he had been uncomfortable before, he was in serious pain now. Having two nearly naked women crawling all over his body and covering him with kisses was clearly exciting. His feelings that he couldn't take advantage of the women only made it worse. He protested, "Ladies, enough. I feel thanked." Sandra touched his cock through his jeans and giggled. She cooed, "Thanked? I think you feel hard." Glen blushed and slowly extricated himself from their embrace. He asked, "Who's hungry?" The question immediately changed the topic of discussion as everyone answered in the affirmative. Glen went into the kitchen and came out with a tray full of cinnamon buns. He smiled as he set them down and stated, "Homemade cinnamon buns." He brought out coffee and four cups. After pouring everyone a cup, he said, "Merry Christmas." Everyone dug into the cinnamon buns. They were still warm and the frosting was melted and sticky. They were great. Each person could only eat one before being filled. For the first time since his wife had died, Glen felt like this was a real Christmas. He looked around the room at the smiling faces and knew a pleasure that he had not felt in ages. He looked at Cliff, who sat there with a smudge of frosting on his nose, laughing at a joke that his sister told. He examined the twins as they unconsciously posed in their transparent baby doll nightgowns. Each was enough to drive a celibate priest to commit a sin, together the both of them was a very dangerous combination that could tempt the Pope. They smiled as they tried to eat the cinnamon buns in a lady like fashion; tearing off little pieces and eating them with dainty gestures. Their efforts did not prevent them from developing little frosting mustaches. He sat back and enjoyed the view of happy people as he ate his cinnamon bun. He realized his silence was taken as sadness when Sandra asked, "Why are you so silent all of a sudden?" He laughed as he answered, "All of a sudden? I thought I've been the silent grumpy type the whole time you've been here." Wanda elbowed Sandra and stated, "I do believe he's happy." Glen changed the subject by asking, "Who's ready to open stockings?" The trio looked at each other and then over at the fireplace. They had not noticed the stockings hung on the mantle. Sandra giggled, "Oh, cool! We haven't done stockings since we were little girls!" Wanda raced over to the fireplace and picked up the stockings. They were very large stockings and each was quite packed with little presents. She handed them out based on the names written in glitter. She took hers and sat down. She giggled as she opened the first gift and saw that it was lipstick. The stockings for the twins contained lots of cosmetics. He had gone to a beauty consultant to find out the best kind of make up and colors for the twins. He was sure that they would like the result. Their comments as they held up the colors confirmed his belief. The stocking for Cliff contained little items selected from the Sharper Image catalog. He received gifts like a mini-flashlight, credit-card size toolkit, pressure gauges, and other items that would be useful for a young man in charge of maintaining a truck. Glen watched as Cliff went through each item with the excitement of a little kid in a candy store. Glen got up and checked on the turkey. It was time to baste it. He took his time pouring the juices over the bird. He covered it with the foil and pushed it back into the oven. The odor of cooking turkey spread over the house. In a while, the smell would work to make all of them hungry. The twins listened to the sounds coming from the kitchen and decided it was time for them to get dressed and start cooking. Glen had hardly pushed the bird back into the oven before they were beside him chasing him out of the kitchen. Glen took the opportunity to return to the living room and examine his present. He opened the box containing the satellite receiver and dish to get to the assembly instructions. He smiled as he read all of the instructions. He had the perfect place to mount the dish. The wind mill in the back would allow him to mount it on a very secure platform. He could even install it now and be done by the time dinner was ready. He looked over at Cliff and stated, "Hey, you want to help me install this?" Cliff smiled and answered, "For a chance to watch football? You bet." They bundled up in their coats and went out to the windmill. It took them about thirty minutes to mount it and another hour to get it aimed correctly. Glen ran the wire from the antenna to the house, allowing it to enter in the same spot where the electric lines entered the house. He did drill a separate hole that was about twelve inches from the power line. Cliff came in and helped him run a wire to a spot where the television would be set up. They put the television on a small table and put the receiver next to it. By the time the turkey was finished cooking, they had the television up and running. Wanda came out of the kitchen and announced, "Dinner is ready. Get washed up and over to the table." Glen and Cliff took turns washing their hands. While Cliff was washing his hands, Glen flipped through the channels until he found the movie, "It's a Wonderful Life", with Jimmy Stewart. They went to the table with the sounds of the movie in the background. He slipped outside and brought in a bottle of white wine to serve with dinner. He poured wine in the glasses set around the table. The twins had done an amazing job on fixing a Christmas diner. The turkey looked perfect and there was a wonderful amount of dressing. The gravy was smooth. They had made corn and mashed potatoes. The meal was completed with hot buns, celery, olives, and cranberry sauce. It was a spread fit for a king. The plate with the turkey was placed in front of Glen's seat. He stood and carved the turkey. It wasn't a great job, but he did manage to get one side sliced. As he sliced, he put the meat on a separate platter. When the platter was filled with more meat than four adults could eat, he sat down. He said, "Before we begin eating, I'd like to take a moment of silence." Each of them took a moment of silence to thank the powers that be for the good things in their life. All of them had different things and it was fitting for them to take the moment on Christmas Day. This was a day to celebrate new beginnings and all of them had new beginnings this year. After a minute, they all looked up with hunger in their bellies and eyes that saw lots of food. Plates started getting passed around as people loaded up on different foods. Glen and the twins smiled when Cliff grabbed the turkey leg. The twins loaded up on white meat while Glen loaded up on dark. Once their plates were loaded, they started to eat. For the first ten minutes, there wasn't any talk. Once the initial hunger had been satisfied, they all slowed down and started talking. Glen asked, "So what are your plans?" Cliff answered, "Well, we are still waiting for the money to arrive. We haven't really given it much thought beyond that." Sandra added, "We were going of going down to Atlanta so that Cliff could get a good paying job. We were thinking of going to school and learning how to use computers so that we could be secretaries or something." Wanda nodded her agreement. She said, "It's funny. For a long time, we've only been thinking about getting through the day. It's only been the past week that we've been looking at having a future." Glen thought about it for a moment and then said, "I guess I can understand that. You three have gone through some pretty tough times this year." As the trio all nodded their agreement, Glen noticed that all of the wine glasses were empty and that there was no more wine in the bottle. He stepped outside and brought in another bottle. Popping the cork, he poured another round. The glasses were actually water glasses, so one bottle was consumed filling them. He smiled as he raised his glass and said, "Cheers!" They all raised their glasses and answered the salute. Cliff remarked, "This is the first time we've had anything to drink since we were initially abducted." Glen nodded and replied, "Damn straight. You never drink when you're down. That's how you really get into trouble with alcohol. You never allow yourself to be forced to drink socially. That also gets you into trouble. I only drink on special occasions such as holidays, birthdays, and anniversaries. That makes sure that you never get into trouble." Wanda thought about it for a while and then asked, "What if you are an alcoholic?" "Then you never drink. Anyone that tells you that you have to have a drink isn't a friend. People that insist you have a drink and won't take no for an answer are the ones with the problem." Sandra stated, "It sounds to me like you are rather down on alcohol." Glen laughed and replied, "Not at all. I just don't like when people let something like alcohol run their lives." Cliff shrugged, "When we were in upstate New York, lots of us would go get drinks after work. I didn't see any problems with that." Glen looked away for a second and then asked, "How many of your co-workers would stay in the bar after you left? How many had been arrested for drunk driving? How many of them had marriages that were in trouble?" Cliff thought about it for a minute and then answered, "I guess a lot of them." "That's what I mean by getting into trouble. It's a lot better to enjoy other aspects of life rather than spend your life in a bar or, even worse, behind bars." Wanda frowned as she decided this was a rather depressing subject. She asked, "Why do you bring this up?" Glen laughed as he answered, "Well, it might be the only occasion I have to pass on some valuable advice." Sandra, sensing a chance to tease Glen a little, asked, "Does that mean that you care about us?" Glen grumped, "No. It doesn't mean that." Wanda giggled and said, "Sandra, look at that. You got him in grumpy old man mode." Cliff said, "That's so easy it isn't even a challenge. You ought to try getting him out of that mode." Sandra thought about it. Her and her sister had not been able to get him into good moods. All attempts to cheer him up ultimately failed. In a way it depressed her. He was such a lonely man and needed to have a woman in his life. She laughed, "Well, at least we can make him horny in the morning." Glen shook his head as he recalled some of the antics of the twins in the morning. He asked, "Oh, is that what you were trying to do?" Wanda blushed and answered, "We're not telling you that." Glen laughed and shook his head. He took another helping of turkey and dressing. He poured gravy over the lot. He looked over at the bird and stated, "Well, it looks like we'll be having turkey sandwiches for the next week." Cliff made a face as he looked at Sandra. He stated, "Yeah and Sandra's famous turkey soup." Sandra put her hands on her hips and retorted, "Hey, it was only bad that one time!" Wanda snickered, "But that one time was enough." Glen listened with amusement as they told the story of her famous Turkey Soup. The whole family had tasted the soup and declared it unfit for human consumption. They ended up eating at a Chinese restaurant that night. None of them knew to this day what she had done wrong. The only thing that was clear was that it was a horrible greasy mess. Cliff suggested it was because she had left the tail on the bird when she boiled the bones. Wanda thought that maybe she had added the gravy to the soup. Sandra denied it all. However, even Sandra admitted that the soup was pretty bad. By the time the story ended, everyone was full and the glasses were empty. Glen went out and got the last bottle of wine. He popped the cork and filled everyone's wine glass for the last time. They all took a sip of their drink. Glen turned to Cliff and stated, "Since the twins did all of the cooking, I guess that means you and I get to do all of the cleaning." Cliff looked shocked at the idea of working in the kitchen. He noticed the wry expressions on his sisters' faces. Rather than give them the satisfaction of being right, he decided to help. Smiling at the twins, he answered, "Sure. No problem." The twins giggled and went into the living room taking their glasses of wine with them. They would have stayed to watch, but knew that Glen would be able to handle the tough parts. They sat on the couch and flipped through channels on the television set. They hadn't realized how much they missed watching television over the past two months. It took them a long time to decide on what they should watch. In the kitchen, Glen and Cliff wrapped the leftovers and put them in the refrigerator. Then they tackled the dishes. The twins had managed to get every pot and pan that Glen owned dirty. It didn't matter, he was feeling good from the food and the wine. As they worked, Cliff asked, "What is that?" Glen asked, "What?" "The noises coming from the living room. It sounds like people fucking." Glen walked out into the living room and looked at the television. The twins had found a porno channel. They were watching the action with wide eyes. He noticed that they were shifting in their seats rather uncomfortably. Glen returned to the kitchen and stated, "Oh, the twins found a dirty movie. They're watching it right now." After the dishes were done, Cliff went into the living room. A few minutes later, the sounds of a football game originated from the television. Glen understood. The poor guy was stuck here without a girlfriend and not much privacy. He didn't really want to get excited by a porno movie in the middle of the afternoon with the house full of people. The truth was that Glen wasn't too wild about the idea either. He joined them in the living room as the football game blared on the television. He finished his wine and relaxed. In ten minutes he was asleep. He wasn't the only one that fell asleep. The turkey and the wine worked together to put them all asleep for two hours. Glen was the first to wake. He turned down the television so that it wouldn't disturb the others. He went into the kitchen and put a frozen cherry pie in the oven. Making coffee, he felt that they would all appreciate a little desert when they woke. He set the timer according to the directions and went out on the patio. The fresh cold air helped clear his turkey induced stupor. He didn't stand out there for too long. It was cold and the sun was starting to set. It set very early this time of year. He went back in the house and turned on some of the lights. He went back out and carried in some more wood. It only took him a few minutes to rebuild the fire. It gave the cabin a nice homey feel. The coffee finished and he went to pour himself a cup. He returned to the living room and watched the twins sleep. They looked so young and innocent that it was hard to believe that they had been brutally raped only two months ago. The twins woke at the same time. It was amazing to watch how many things they did in a synchronized manner. Glen smiled and whispered, "I've started the pie. It will be done in a little while. The coffee is ready." The twins looked at each other and rose at the same time. They went into the kitchen and prepared coffee for themselves. They remained in there for much longer than it took to prepare coffee for themselves. Glen didn't appear to notice as he was looking at the television. The rest of the evening was quiet. They ate desert and then later had turkey sandwiches. They watched several Christmas movies, most old and few new. It was corny, but helped make Christmas feel like Christmas. Glen went to bed around ten that night while the trio watched a little more television. Glen was woken up by a strange sensation. It took him several seconds to recognize that it was the sensation of his underwear being pulled down. His attempt to see what was going on was thwarted by feminine lips kissing him. He relaxed into the kiss and lay there enjoying the feelings. He was startled by lips closing around his cock. In his sleepy state, it took him a minute to realize that it was the twins. He pushed the one that was kissing him and said, "Stop it. Please stop it." The twins pulled back from him in surprise. Wanda looked at him and burst out crying. She felt that he held her past rape against her. Her feelings overwhelmed her. Sandra began crying as well. Glen was confused by the two naked women and unsure of what he was supposed to do. He said, "Don't cry." Wanda, in great pain, whimpered, "You think we're not good enough for you." Sandra cried out, "You think because we've been raped that we are ruined." Glen looked at them in surprise. He had no idea that is what they had been thinking. He had been terrified of taking advantage of them. He didn't want to escalate the living arrangements into a relationship. He had suffered too much in the past to go through that again. He grabbed them both and shouted, "Don't ever think that!" Sandra asked, "Why don't you find us desirable?" Glen frowned as he tried to come up with an answer. He finally stated, "I find you both very desirable. I'm an old man compared to you. I'm thirty-six compared to your twenty. You need a young man with the energy to keep up with you." Wanda, desperate to feel sexy, cried, "We need a man to show us that we are desirable." Glen answered, "I have refrained because I don't want to take advantage of you." Sandra swore, "Damn it, you can't take advantage of us. We want you to take us to bed." Glen lay there for a moment as he thought about it. Finally, he decided that he would give into the urge that had been building ever since they had moved in. He got up and held out his hands to them. They took his hands and followed as he led them to their bedroom. When they reached the bed, he started the action by kissing Wanda. Sandra joined in the action by kissing her twin's breasts. Glen had been so horny and desired the twins so much that he didn't take the time and care that a first time deserved. He quickly moved down to a breast and sucked on it. He looked over and watched Sandra sucking on the other breast. It was almost too much for him. He moved down to lick Wanda's pussy. She was ready for him as evidenced by the copious fluids seeping from her pussy. Glen lapped it up with great pleasure. As he worked, Sandra moved so that she was atop her sister. Glen sat up in surprise. Sandra took the opportunity to roll over carrying her sister with her. The twins were in a sixty-nine position with Wanda on the top and her pussy open wide and ready for Glen's cock. He slowly eased his cock into her hot hole. The sensation of Sandra's tongue at the junction of his cock and Wanda's cunt threw him into a frenzy. He quickly began pounding into Wanda. His need for release was obvious to both women. Wanda, needing release as much as Glen, abandoned her efforts on Sandra's cunt. Sandra redoubled her efforts, paying attention to Wanda's clit. It didn't take long for Wanda to come. Glen followed immediately after. Wanda climbed off Sandra and lay on the bed next to her sister. Sandra sighed as she realized that she would have her turn the next time. She wondered when the next time would occur. Until then she would have to remain contented with her own fingers and the occasional administration of Wanda. Much to his surprise, Glen remained erect. He observed Sandra lying on her back and moved over her. She grinned up at him in pleased surprise. She spread her legs to accommodate him, not needing any additional foreplay. He understood her gesture and moved his cock into her inviting hole. With the frantic edges of his need sated, he proceeded to take his time with Sandra. With a far more reasonable pace, he repeatedly thrust into her. It didn't take long for her first orgasm to wash over her. It was a small one, but the ones that followed increased in intensity until Sandra was screaming almost nonstop. Glen was lost in the wonderful sensations, not bothering to count orgasms or keep score. It was as though his five years of abstinence had turned him into a mindless fucking machine. Sandra wasn't going to complain. Wanda watched from next to the couple as Glen thrust into her sister. She was amazed at the stamina of Glen. She was worried that her sister wouldn't be able to survive the experience without loosing her mind. She envied her sister that she had the chance to find this out. Glen continued his thrusting until suddenly, he experienced his second orgasm of the night. This was a full body orgasm that he felt from head to his toes. He screamed, loud and long as this orgasm washed over him. Sandra underneath came out of her orgasm induced haze and stared in awe at the man above her. Wanda had watched with an almost religious wonder at his experience. Between Sandra and Glen, she felt like she envied Glen his orgasm the most. When he had finished his orgasm, Glen rolled off Sandra and almost immediately fell asleep. The twins watched him sleep with amused looks on their face. Sandra said, "Just like every other man. Wham, Bang, Bang, Bang, Sleep!" Wanda laughed and said, "Yeah, but that was an amazing Bang!" Sandra looked at her sister for a minute. If his actions hadn't demonstrated that they were still sexy, then nothing could demonstrate that. Sandra said, "We still have it." Wanda smiled a secret little smile as she answered, "Yeah, we can still drive a man crazy." Sandra just lay back and sighed. "Wow, that was intense." Wanda laughed. "Mine was good. I can't imagine what your experience with him was like. I've never seen you have that many orgasms in a row." Glen slept until the morning. In fact, he was the last to wake. As he lay awake in the bed, he stared at the ceiling wondering what would be the consequences. Finally, he shrugged and decided that he didn't really care. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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