Message-ID: <45968asstr$1072253410@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20031224033608.8490.qmail@web60407.mail.yahoo.com> From: Lazlo Zalezac X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 23 Dec 2003 19:36:08 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} Glen Wiseman 17 (mf mmf ffm ff mm slow) Date: Wed, 24 Dec 2003 03:10:10 -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: hoisingr, gill-bates __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Protect your identity with Yahoo! Mail AddressGuard http://antispam.yahoo.com/whatsnewfree <1st attachment, "GW17.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 Zalezac Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2003 Chapter 17 The Southern Kitchen was packed that night as every table was taken and each table was filled. Glen was happy to see that business was good. He liked Oliver and was pleased to see that he was doing well with his business. Oliver greeted them at the door. The twins kissed him on the cheek and Cliff gave him a handshake with a manly hug. CJ looked around the restaurant with wide eyes. This was only her second time here and she was very impressed. Intimidated by the class of the place, she whispered, "This is amazing. Real crystal service on the tables." Oliver smiled at the twins and said, "So it is your birthday today? Twins born under the sign of Gemini. I don't know what it means, but it must be significant." Grinning and winking at the twins, Glen answered, "It means they are actually one person with two bodies. Very nice bodies if I may say." Sandra, nudging him with her hip, answered, "You may say that all the time." Wanda, on his other side, ran her hand across his back as she said, "However, we may ask you to prove it later." Cliff put an arm around CJ and said, "I don't know about that. I'm rather partial to CJ here. Now that is a body!" As CJ nuzzled him, she said, "He knows just the right thing to say." Oliver laughed at their antics. He knew it was not right, but he actually envied the five of them for their relationships. He hadn't seen a couple as close as CJ and Cliff. He was amazed at how Glen was able to keep up with the twins. All three women were beautiful and acted totally unaware of the effect they had on others. Looking around the restaurant, he realized that spending seven nights a week here had really affected his chances of finding love. He wondered if it was worth it. The five were taken to a nice table in the special dining room. Oliver had realized that having a private room where business executives could talk business over their meal without fear of being overheard would improve business. He had been correct, that room had been the most demanded of them all. Glen looked around and whistled, "Wow, this is nice." Oliver, smiling at his good friends, answered, "Only the best for you guys. This is a very special day for the twins." The twins were jumping up and down excitedly. Wanda giggled as she cooed, "Oh my. Glen could spend the whole evening under the table and no one would know." Sandra corrected her, "except for us, of course." Cliff groaned and turned to Oliver saying, "Don't mind them. Their hormones always act up on their birthday. Actually, their hormones are set on high every day." Oliver shook his head and said, "Take a seat. I'll get things started. I have a special bottle of wine that I set aside for you." The meal was delightful and came after a long period of tension in their lives. The threats against them had doubled in frequency. The chance to relax and unwind in an environment in which they felt safe was just as much fun as the meal. Oliver brought in some dishes that they wanted to add to the menu. While the twins didn't like the fried oysters, Glen and CJ raved about them. Cliff was indifferent to them. The fried alligator tail was a big loser at the table. It tasted so much like Chicken, that the consensus was that it was more bother than it was worth. The corn fritters disappeared as fast as they could appear. Oliver smiled as he realized that he had just found another dish to add to the meal. The diner was great and the twins enjoyed themselves tremendously. Glen reached into his pocket and pulled out two little envelopes. He handed one to each of the twins. Wanda opened hers with hands that trembled from anticipation. Wanda looked inside hers and cried out, "Tickets to the Broadway play that I wanted! They told me they were sold out for that day." In her excitement over the gift, she practically climbed over the table to hug Glen. She plastered his whole face with kisses. CJ and Cliff laughed at the expression on Cliff's face. He looked like he was in serious pain as she was pulling him in an unnatural direction. She finally stopped and sat back in her chair. Sandra had watched with a grin. She was tempted to climb over the table to kiss him as well. She opened her envelope and peeked inside. A huge grin spread over her face as she launched herself over the table. Glen was subjected to another bout of kisses. Wanda was dying of curiosity about what was in the envelope. Finally Sandra sat back and pulled out a sheaf of papers. She flipped through them one by one as she said, "We have gift certificates to the Russian Tea Room, tickets to a boat tour around the city, and gift certificates to the spa at the hotel we're staying at." CJ was impressed. She said, "Wow, you guys are going to have a great time in New York." Cliff joked, "Makes me wish I had decided to cover that conference on marriage studies." Glen smiled and said, "Hey, they are going to the big city. They should be able to have a little fun while they are there." CJ felt a little embarrassed by her little gift to the twins, but she pulled out two boxes. She handed one to each of the twins. The twins grinned as they ripped the wrapping off the boxes. Opening the boxes they squealed in tune. Wanda pulled out the dress and smiled. It was a shirt dress with lots of buttons. The great thing about the dress was that a woman could control just how much she showed of herself. Button it up to the top and all they way to the bottom and she could look prim and prude. Unbutton the top and up from the bottom and she could be sexier than a Las Vegas showgirl. She looked across the table to Sandra's present. It was the same dress, but in a different color. Wanda said, "Oh, this is lovely. Poor Glen." Sandra seconded that statement, "Yes, poor Glen." CJ asked, "Why poor Glen?" Wanda giggled while Sandra answered, "he's not going to get any rest when we wear these dresses." CJ burst out in laughter. She said, "I know the effect. Cliff can hardly keep his hands off me when I wear mine." Cliff grinned and retorted, "I can hardly keep my hands off you regardless of what you are wearing." "You are just a sex fiend." Glen laughed as he said, "The hardest times to resist are when they are wearing nothing." Cliff disagreed and said, "No, the hardest time is when she's wearing my shirt and nothing else." "Oh yeah. That's definitely tough to resist. I'm at the point where I don't even try resisting anymore." The twins exchanged a glance and then looked over at CJ. CJ winked back at them. The women knew how they were going to dress around the house from now on. The men didn't have a chance. Cliff and Glen exchanged a look as they realized they had said too much. Cliff brought out two boxes for the twins. They each reached for a box, surprised by the weight. Faces showing their confusion, they held up the box. Wanda laughed and said, "Do you remember when he put a brick in the box with our present?" Sandra answered, "Yes. Remember what we did those bricks?" Cliff groaned and replied, "Yes. I didn't put bricks in the present this time! I wouldn't ever do that again." Sensing a good story here, CJ asked, "So what happened with the bricks?" Cliff answered, "I was a good little Boy Scout at the time. Every year our troop made a rather long hike with an overnight stay in the woods. Well, I spent all day of their birthday packing my backpack and getting ready for the trip. The next morning I get up and head out to meet my fellow scouts." Wanda and Sandra giggled. Sandra said, "He was so cute in his little costume." Cliff grimaced and said, "It's a uniform. Anyway, I'm hiking and my backpack is just getting heavier and heavier. We stop for lunch. I open my pack and look through it. I don't see anything inside it. After lunch, I'm walking along and my back is killing me. I couldn't believe it." The twins were smiling at each other. Cliff continued, "We get to the camp site and I start to unpack my pack. There at the very bottom of the pack were two bricks. The entire troop enjoyed the joke." Wanda and Sandra turned their attention to their presents. Ripping off the wrapping paper to see what was inside, their mouths dropped at the sight. They had both received laptop computers. Cliff smiled across the table at them, happy that he had surprised them. He said, "Well, you two are in the business and I felt that it was necessary you have all of the proper equipment." Wanda and Sandra both got up and hugged their brother, very pleased with their presents. Each person had given them a present that would mean the most coming from them. Glen wanted to make sure that they would have fun, CJ had wanted them to look sexy for their men, and Cliff had wanted to make it possible for them to get through their work. Oliver came back to visit before they left. He smiled and said, "I'll be over this week for some fishing. I'll call Cliff and let him know when." Cliff smiled and said, "I'll be sure to leave a morning open for fishing." Oliver said, "great. I'm looking forward to it." Glen paid for the meal. The wine had been on the house as the restaurant's gift to the twins. He took the twins out to his truck carrying the two laptops while the twins carried the rest of the presents. Cliff and CJ went to Cliff's truck. It was night, but the drive home under the full moon was outstanding. Glen asked the twins if maybe they should park somewhere and let nature take its course. They giggled at the idea, but wanted to spend the night in a nice comfortable bed. Glen gave in and took the route that would take them straight home. He sped up to catch up with Cliff when he saw Cliff stop and back up. Cliff got out of his truck and removed his gun. Glen stopped next to the truck and got out as well. He took out one of his guns and then joined Cliff. When he reached Cliff, he asked, "What's up?" Cliff made a gesture like he was wanting silence. He pointed down the road and made a motion suggesting that Glen follow him. When they got to the bend in the road, Glen understood what had stopped Cliff. The place where their mobile home was located glowed. The men moved back to the trucks. Glen went to his and told the twins, "Drive straight to the Sheriff's office. Don't come back without a police escort. We are going to make our way towards my place." After CJ got into the truck with the twins, he and Cliff headed back towards the mobile home. There was no one around when they reached it. Cliff sighed as he watched his home burn. Once again he was left with nothing. At least he had a business and accounts with money. He turned to Glen and said, "We better get down the road and check out the other house and your place." Glen nodded. He hated the idea of his home getting burnt down as well. They walked slowly up the road, watching the woods around them for movement. The eyes of animals shining from the light of the full moon gave the trip an eeriness that set both men on edge. Several times, the movement of a raccoon or possum nearly caused one of them to fire a shot into the dark. They approached the new house. It was hidden from the road by a curved driveway. Unless you knew where it was, it would be very easy to miss in the dark. The two men approached and found nothing out of place. Glen whispered, "It's going to be very nice when it's done." "Thanks. We only have two more months before it is supposed to be completed." Glen nodded. He stated, "Let's get back to the road. We've got to get those bastards." The two returned to the road. Rather than walk down the open middle, they kept to the side where they could duck into cover if necessary. They moved forward slowly and were almost blinded by a van driving down the road from Glen's house. Both men raised their rifles at the same time, but neither fired. They walked quickly towards Glen's house to see what was going on there. There was no glow from the area where his cabin to indicate that it was burning. They arrived to find everything was alright except for the front door. They had burned a cross into it and left a note. Glen and Cliff looked at the note without touching it. It was simple and to the point, "You are next." Glen looked at Cliff and stated, "I bet they think that you guys were in the mobile home when it went up in flames." Cliff swallowed heavily and wondered if that were true. The two men scouted around the place making sure that no one was around. They went together, in part, to keep from shooting each other, and, in part, because they were afraid of having to face the fanatics alone. Returning to the porch of the house, the two men waited for the sheriff to arrive. Neither man wanted to go inside the house. They waited outside for more than an hour before they heard the sirens of the cars stop at the mobile home. They didn't move from their position. It was about ten minutes later before a troopers car came up the drive to the house. Glen and Cliff moved to intercept the car. When Jim James got out of the car, he walked over to them. He asked, "Did you see anything?" Glen nodded and answered, "We saw a van leaving my place. We came up here and found a cross burned in the door and a note. We haven't touched anything, but it says that I am next. We think that they may have thought that the Metchettes were in the house when they burned it." In disgust, Jim shook his head. He stated, "The Sheriff is up at the mobile home. He's livid with rage. I think that he's mad he's a lawman and can't just kill them." Glen snorted and stated, "I can think of four law abiding citizens that wish they could start hunting them down and I'm one of them." "Don't talk that way." Glen glanced at the trooper and nodded. He answered, "You're right. Not too much I can do about it." The deputy took the note off the door and put it into an evidence bag. Finished collecting evidence, he motioned with his head that they were to get in the car with him. Glen sat in the front seat while Cliff sat in the back as they rode to the mobile home. There were half a dozen troopers gathered around it, waiting for the fire trucks to arrive. The trailer was totaled. The only thing the fire trucks could do now was to keep the fire from spreading into the woods. It was quite a while before the fire trucks showed up. The volunteer firemen got out and started wetting down the trees around the mobile home. Having recovered from the shock, the twins bounced over to where Glen and Cliff sat. Cliff's eyes showed his anger and everyone was afraid to talk to him. Fists clenched, he turned to face Wanda and Sandra. With bitterness in his voice, he said, "Everything we had was in there. Hell, even the next issue of the magazine was on our computer in there." Glen interrupted, "Cliff, we have copies of everything on my computer. Wanda and Sandra, always bring over a copy when they come to spend the night." Breathing a sigh of relief, he said, "Thank God for horny women with brains." Wanda and Sandra slapped him playfully from each side. As Cliff slowly relaxed, Glen smiled at him and said, "Yes, thank God for beautiful, smart, witty, and loving horny women." Wanda and Sandra turned to Glen smiling. Wanda said, "Flattery..." "will get you everywhere," continued Sandra. The Sheriff came over and sat down on the hood of his car. His weight caused the car to tilt to the side. He cleared his throat and said, "It looks like they tied ropes around the trailer doors to keep anyone from getting out. They clearly wanted to kill anyone that was inside." Cliff jumped up and shouted down the road, "You bastards! I'll hunt you down and kill you!" Glen put a hand on Cliff's shoulder saying, "Calm down. If you had been here, they'd all be dead." Sandra and Wanda looked at each other. With her eyes flashing fire, Wanda said, "If I ever see one of them, they'll be dead." The Sheriff groaned and said, "Look, at least don't do it where there are witnesses." Glen looked at the Sheriff in surprise. That was the last thing that he had expected to hear. The Sheriff noted the look on Glen's face said, "Hell, man. They tried to kill me. That idiot Anderson joined them and he was the one that swapped my insulin. Do you think I'm going to worry too much about what happens to them?" Glen thought about and answered, "No, I guess not. They are an evil bunch." They were quiet for a long time, doing nothing but watching the firemen keep the forest from burning down. The roof of the mobile home collapsed into it with a suddenness that surprised everyone. Resigned with the current state of affairs, Cliff turned to the Sheriff and stated, "I guess I'll need the info for my insurance agent." The Sheriff laughed and pointed to one of the men hosing down a tree. He said, "Not much need, he's your insurance agent, isn't he?" Cliff looked carefully and said, "Yes, he is." The Sheriff nodded, "Of course, he is. He's the only one around here. He'll be putting in the paperwork for you in the morning. Don't worry about that." Cliff was silent again. As a van rumbled down the street, the Sheriff swore, "Damn, here's the television crew." Everyone looked in the direction the Sheriff was watching. A news van was threading its way around the parked cars. The reporter and the cameraman exited the van and walked over to the Sheriff. The Sheriff whispered to the Metchettes, "Keep your temper under control. Play victim in front of the camera." Glen smiled at the smart advice and motioned for CJ to come stand by him as he edged away from the scene. The Metchettes stood up to meet the reporter. Standing in front of the camera, the reporter gave his standard introductory spiel. He went up to the Sheriff and asked, "What happened here?" The Sheriff hitched up his pants and answered, "Well, it looks like we've had an attempted murder here." The reporter nearly dropped his microphone in surprise. He took a second to recover and asked, "Any suspects?" The Sheriff nodded and answered, "Yes We suspect the members of the so-called Last True Church of Jesus Christ. This group is led by the most despicable man to ever call himself Reverend. His name is Jonathan Corwin and he is wanted in conjunction with several major crimes in this area." The reporter now was getting into the interview. He asked, "Who were the intended the victims?" "The Metchettes here. You may recall about a year ago some kids were kidnapped by the sociopath, Amos Orvin. He tried several times to kill them. Well, these same kids are the intended victims of this cult." The reporter turned the microphone over to Cliff and the twins. He asked, "Why are they after you?" Cliff, rose to the occasion, and answered, "I wrote a nice editorial about how God is a loving deity. I said that he smiles upon people who love each other. He doesn't care what people look like, we are all made in his image. That God looks at men and women to see what is in their heart. If there is love, then they are lovely in his eyes. If there is hate, then he sees ugliness." The reporter stated, "That seems reasonable. Why is this church group after you?" Cliff answered with a sigh. "It appears that some people don't like the idea of a loving God. They want one that is just waiting for us to sin so that he cast us into hell. My words were viewed as blasphemy by them and because I wrote them in a public forum, then I must be a servant of Satan." The reporter asked, "So you believe in God?" Cliff was quiet for a moment before answering. He finally said, "When Amos Orvin raped me, I prayed to God for salvation from that madman. He answered that prayer, not once, not twice, but three times. Yes, I believe in God. I pray every night for the safety of my family, my friends, and my community." The reporter asked, "Do you hate the people that did this to you?" "No, I don't hate them. I pity them for their warped world view. I fear them because I know they will kill me and kill me in the most painful way possible," Cliff paused for a second and then added, "Fear is to mild of a word. I'm terrified of them. They are sick individuals and are willing to do sick things." The reporter turned to the twins. He asked, "You lovely ladies are the sisters of Cliff?" Wanda answered, "Yes..." Sandra answered, "we are." The way the twins finished each others sentences threw the news reporter off for a second. He asked, "What do you think of the people that set the fire?" "We are .." "afraid of them. They're..." "animals. Not animals ..." "monsters. They're ..." "monsters." The reporter was trying to keep the microphone moving fast enough to keep up with the sudden switches in speaker. Unable to keep up with them, the reporter turned back to the Sheriff. He asked, "What proof do you have that it was actually an attempted murder?" The Sheriff was rather surprised to find himself back in the spotlight. He answered, "Someone had tied ropes around the mobile home to keep anyone inside from getting out. We know this because we found the rope burning with part of it tied to the door handles." The reporter asked, "Why are you tell us this?" "Because I want them caught. After we leave here, I'll be happy to give you photographs to show along with this story." The reporter looked excited. This was the kind of story that could go national. He asked a few more questions and interviewed a few of the firemen. Finally, he noticed Glen and went to Glen. He asked, "What is your role in this matter?" Glen answered, "I saved the Metchettes from Amos Orvin. I shall save them from the cultists that are trying to kill them now." The reporter asked the best question of the evening, "Do you have anything you would like to tell the cultists?" Glen looked at the camera with a direct stare. His voice was calm and clear as he stated, "Reverend Jonathan Corwin, you came after the wrong ones tonight. You should have come after me. They fear you, I don't." The reporter looked at Glen and said, "Aren't you afraid that they'll burn you out next?" Glen laughed and said, "Those cowards? No, they prefer to go after people that can't protect themselves. They prey on the weak and innocent. Those young kids over there trust people and see the good in everyone. They still believe that world peace is possible. I don't. I've been around a little longer and I recognize evil when I see it. When I look at the cultists, I see evil. They are cowards and won't approach anyone that sees them for what they are." The reporter stated, "That's a challenge if I've ever heard one." "No, it's a true assessment of them." The reporter thanked everyone for their comments and raced to the van. Excited, he wanted to get this to the station as quickly as possible to forward copies of the story to the parent company in Pittsburgh. Tomorrow there would be press from all over the country here, but he would get credit for the story. Cliff turned to the Sheriff and asked, "Sheriff, could you please take CJ home for me. I don't want any pictures of the two of us together." Understanding the request as a way of protecting CJ, Dale looked at Cliff with pride as he nodded. He said, "I'm going now anyway. I've got to get the pictures ready for the news teams. We are going to put so much pressure on those bastards that they won't be able stay still for more than five minutes." Cliff smiled and said, "Great." Glen took the Metchettes to his home. When they entered the house, Cliff said, "I'll sleep on the couch." Glen nodded and took the twins to his bedroom. The twins stopped on entering the room and looked at each other. As one, they stripped naked and stood facing Glen. Wanda commanded, "Get undressed." Sandra added, "Quickly." Glen started to undo his shirt. His actions were too slow, so Sandra stepped up and ripped his shirt off his body. While she did that, Wanda undid the belt. In seconds, she was pulling his pants down around his knees. He was already erect, although it wasn't as hard as it had been in the past. Sandra pushed him back against the bed and he went down on the bed with a major thud. The twins didn't even slow down as Wanda climbed up and lowered her cunt to his lips. She didn't say anything as she started rubbing her cunt across his lips. Finally, she shouted, "Eat me, damn it." As Glen started licking, her actions became even more frantic. While Glen's attention had been on Wanda, Sandra had been positioning herself over his cock. She lowered herself onto him in one smooth movement. She felt his flesh brush against the hair around her cunt and started fucking him with an intensity that was born of fear. Both women were marking him as theirs, attempting to seal his affections to help motivate him to protect them. This was not a conscious motivation, it was primal and instinctive that had its origins in biology. Glen needed the emotional outlet just as much as they. His hips rose to meet her violence with a violence of his own while his tongue went to work on Wanda. He thrust his tongue into her with as much energy as she wanted. Actually, it was with as much force as she needed. Their fevered coupling resulted in a large orgasm for Sandra. She moved off his cock. As soon as the cock was free, Wanda moved down and took her place. Sandra replaced Wanda on Glen's face. Her motions were just as fevered as Sandra's. When Wanda came, she screamed out her release. When she climbed off his cock, Sandra moved back down to it for her turn. Glen rolled her over so that he was now above her. Buttocks straining and back tense, he began to pound into her. His motions were frantic, seeking release of his inner most feelings. He wanted so show the strength and fury of his masculine need for them. He roared as he thrust. Sweat dripped from his nose as his body tried to rid itself of the heat that he was generating. Sandra screamed as orgasm after orgasm washed through her. Her body was soaked with sweat, the sheet under her was wet with her feminine juices. When Sandra stopped being responsive, he moved to Wanda. Wanda was waiting for him with her legs spread. Her cunt wet from her earlier orgasm now seeped her juices continuously. He entered her in one smooth thrust. In response, she wrapped her legs around his hips, trying to pull him deeper into her. He started humping her. He resumed the frantic pace he had taken with her sister. The strokes were long and hard, his cock nearly leaving the tight confines of her cunt. He would then slam forward with enough force to rock the bed. Wanda grunted with each thrust while Glen roared out his passion. Their bodies had become mere expressions of the animal nature that was so often buried. Given free reign, their minds floated on a sea of emotion and raw lust. Wanda entered into a state of continual orgasm. She screamed almost continually. Even the best of things could become too much and she was nearing that point where she felt that another orgasm would kill her. Glen finally reached the point of no return. He grunted and groaned as his balls drew up tight to his body in preparation of launching his come. Face twisted as though in pain, the orgasm built from his toes and moved upward. He arched his back, driving his cock into her as deep as was possible. At the moment of his release, he shouted, "I love you!" He continued to move until his orgasm died and further thrusts had become painful. He pulled out of her and collapsed on the bed. The twins wrapped themselves around him, satisfied that he loved them. Sated in his demonstration of it, they fell asleep. The twins felt safe and protected while he felt strong and protective. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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