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My first meeting with Clyde Couple
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My first meeting with Clyde Couple On my 100th post, Cylde couple asked me to tell you how we met. So here goes. Many years ago I was driving over by Sandusky Ohio when my car broke down. After trying to figure out what was wroung, I went hiking down the side of the Road. At the time only the very rich had Cell Phones. Being in the ultra poor class I had to walk to find a phone. Along the way I noticed a Van kept passing me. Well the heat off the Road was making me sweat, so I thought that everyone just had the same color of Van. Then I noticed it had the same bumper sticker on it. I tried to flag it down. To no luck. I just kept walking down the narrow State Route on a berm that just dropped off into the Ditch. Finally I came to a nice wide part of the Road. No more walking on the edge. Thats when I saw the Van approach again. This time I turned around and stuck out my thumb. As it got closer it suddenly sped up and served, hitting me. I have no idea how far I was thrown, things were hazy. I did feel two people picking me up and loading me into the Van. I remember the Van driving away. I was woke up with smelling salts and the aroma of Ben Gay. The woman handed me two asprin and a cup of water. "take these it will dull the pain" she said. I did so only because in her hand was this riding crop! It was then I noticed I was NAKED too! What the hell I shouted! You are ok, nothing broken I checked you myself she said. I started to get up but was poked in the throat by the<b> riding crop. </font></b>Oh no you have to first fully satisfy me then we take you to the Hospital. Satisfy you? I muttered with what? I am bruised and hurt like hell. Trust me the longer you wait to get started, the stiffer you are going to be, said the male Driver. Oh I like stiff said the woman. What do I have to do? What do you want from me? Your tongue, you fingers and your dick she said matter of factly while she pulled off her shirt exposing a set of bra less boobs. Nice white boobies with hard nipples poking out. Who are you, what did you do to me? I asked. The woman said Well we are swingers, the man piped in but that was ok but from time to time we are glancers!. Hun? you swing around in trees i muttered. No said the woman sitting on a bucket, we are sexual swingers, YOU do know what that is, right? I had no idea, I admitted as much. So they both explained the idea and gave examples from their past. I felt numb, not entirely from the hit. Ok so what the hell is a glancer? I asked and the Driver said well living out in the country is great but out here we do not find many swingers. The woman said so we decided to make some. The driver said we came up with this idea of just lightly hitting people, causing them to glance off the side of the van. Then we go out pick them up and break them in. I moaned , ya or break them up. Well we precticed for months using watermelons before we tried this, stated the woman. You mean you actually thought of this and practiced, what kind of people are you? The kind that did not want to kill you, said the Driver looking in the mirrow, just to knock you down for our pleasure. In a wierd way this was making sense, must have been a head injury I thought but not to long. The van slowed down slighty, did several high speed turns. The woman slapped duct tape over my mouth then pulled the top off a 5 gal bucket throwing Ice cold water over me. I rolled across the Van floor in ice only to feel myself getting yanked out the door. I was too hurt and cold to say anything, that and the duct tape over my mouth stopped much talk. I was pulled across a deck into a back of a small house. Down a hall into a small bedroom. The duct tape was pulled off my mouth by the man. You can take that blanket and warm up or waste your time yelling, but no one lives in miles of this place we planned it that way. Just as quick he left the small bedroom closing and locking the door. There was a blanket on the bed which I grabbed and wrapped around me. Why yell I thought, this is so well planned, hell who practices knocking people down with a speeding car? I could hear small talk outside the Door from time to time. I was still wrapped in the blanket almost feeling warm when the lock clicked and the door opened. In came the Woman dressed like Red Riding Hood with a basket. The Man came in with a chair and closed the Door behind him. I was watching the guy a little closer than the Woman. So the man asked are you straight , Bi or Homosexual? Does it matter I asked? Actually yes he replied, lighting a Cigarette. If you are only into guys then I have to put on that Damm custom! Laughing as he said it. I think it fits my wife better, do you agree? I had to admit that the short skirt, knee socks, white blouse and cape did look sexy as hell on her. She had her hair pulled back now into a bun. She looked at me cocking her head and asked what sexual orientation I considered myself as? Is there a more correct answer I asked. You are what you are stated the man. But you are also free to try anything you want, within reason. So if I say I am straight, then I just get her I asked. Of course she replied we will respect your wishes. I felt her small hand wrap around my dick. So lets see what you have here. She squeezed and stroked it up and down for a few minutes. Then looking at me said, I thought Red Riding Hood got ate, not that she did the eating! giving a saucy laugh as she swallowed me. I did hurt but it was strange, I did start to get hard. The bigger it got the more she seemed to enjoy it. So ready to eat Red Riding Hood yet she asked, slapping me on the chest. She slid up my chest pulling up her dress. Then I saw it, no panties, just a shaved pussy heading right for my mouth. Contact, with her grinding up against it. I had no other choice but to use my tongue, lapping away. At this point I felt like I had no other choice but to eat her. Thankfuly my tongue was not sore. So I was licking. The man said you can use more than just your tongue. He got up from the chair and came over. You can do this and inserted a finger into her. As soon as he started it was getting her going. So in and out he was going with his finger and it seemed like in less than a minute she was cumming! Ok your turn he said. Try it she likes it. So I pulled one of my hands out from under her. So in went my finger back and forth for what seemed awhile, not much reaction. What does he have that I do not? Just seemed like I struggled to make something happen. I got the other hand out and went back to licking. At some point it must have become evident my skills were lacking. She climbed off me and said Honey I think you need to show our guest a few things. So my lession started with the man giving me the tour, then explaining how pressing on the top of the vagina causes more stimulation for the woman. So with her on her back I pressed on with my new found information. Dam if it didn't work! Not as fast as her partner but it did work. She was getting wet after making her cum several times this way. I felt a tap on my shoulder and was given a condom. Guess I passed, as I tore open the package and rolled it on. I placed the head just inside her then gently pushed. Oh it was good! So how do you like it? I asked her. Any way she said and off we went. In and out back and forth, changing her to her side once then onto doggy. When I pounded her she was verbal and crying out. This was a woman that could take it. After awhile it struck me, Worry about yourself some, she is enjoying herself. Suddenly this thought popped into my head, where the hell is the guy? I looked over and there he was sitting there in a chair with a grin on his face. You know you can pull her hair some and get a little rough with her. A smack across her butt proved he was right. We kept going and going finally I needed to stop, sweat was dripping from me. I felt as though I had just ran a race. Need a break they asked? I think so I replied. Off they both went. I laided there for a few minutes. I looked around and saw they had left the door open. I wondered is this a trap? I heard a noise outside. Sounded like a truck backing in. The windows were taped over with black plastic, no chance of looking out there. I sat up on the bed. I finally stood up and looked out the open door. I pulled on my clothes from a pile next to my bed. Shirt check, pants check, socks and shoes check, wallet check still with my credit cards and money. Even my house keys were there. Only thing missing was the truck keys. It was quiet in the house I walked one step at a time down the hall. past a bathroom and bedroom. All looked very normal. at the end of the hall was the kitchen/ dinning area. I could look out into the living area and it was clear. Do I chance it, do I run? The frount door opened slightly. I started back down the hall when the back door opened. I ran for the frount, grabbing a pan handle on the way past the stove. I pulled open the frount door seeing the mans body in the door holding onto the handle with a look of surprise on his face, I swung and hit him in the head. However the pan was a small cast iron frying pan, it dinged as the man fell backwards. I leaped out the Door and started across the yard. What the hell my truck was sitting there in the driveway! I ran to the passenger siode and looked in the window. The keys were hanging in the ignition! I opened the door and crawled in on top of the seat. I turned the key and the truck started. I pulled myself up and slammed it into drive and stomped the gas. It was then I noticed we were not in the country at all. We were surrounded by houses on both sides across the street every where. I drove I was lost but it didn't matter. I finally found one state route then another. Hours later I was home. I thought about calling the cops. Instead I went to the ER. Told them I had an dirt bike accident. After some X-rays they sent me home. I slept and had dreams. Dreams of being wanted, sexually being wanted. Weeks past and I started to try to find my way back to their place. One day I did find it. Another day I went back and knocked on the door. almost done, still work in progress...... |
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LOL. some people like the abuse.
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Well the description of walking out of the back bedroom, down the hall fits perfectly with your old place, so yes it all seems so real.....but damn he went back searching you out after that first encounter?!?! 
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Oh thanks, Slow! You know none of this is true. LOL and Im posting to maintain my DOG status. Be always at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbors, and let each new year find you a better man. --Benjamin Franklin
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Oh thanks, Slow! You know none of this is true. LOL and Im posting to maintain my DOG status.
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so I'm wondering, did you ever get your car back? or did you just leave it in Sandusky? otherwise I can picture all of this with them, the lighting of the cigarette, the demanding questions, the sexy outfit and all
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so I'm wondering, did you ever get your car back? or did you just leave it in Sandusky? otherwise I can picture all of this with them, the lighting of the cigarette, the demanding questions, the sexy outfit and all Be always at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbors, and let each new year find you a better man. --Benjamin Franklin
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Funny. I dont remember any of this. ok, teaching you the hand tricks and other tricks, yea. but CosPlay. Seriously I did not think you was into role play. But it is a great story. They should give you a free gold membership for it.  the very truth, I would never make anything up now would I????
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Funny. I dont remember any of this. ok, teaching you the hand tricks and other tricks, yea. but CosPlay. Seriously I did not think you was into role play. But it is a great story. They should give you a free gold membership for it.
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oh yes. I can see all the BDSM'er hitting our profile now. OK. Lets see where this...STORY...goes.
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I knew there was a cool story behind your first meeting.....  All true too
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I knew there was a cool story behind your first meeting..... Be always at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbors, and let each new year find you a better man. --Benjamin Franklin
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oh yes. I can see all the BDSM'er hitting our profile now. OK. Lets see where this...STORY...goes.
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