“Step on the gas Rhi,” Emma said as she was staring into the engine of my 2018 Camaro. It had been about two hours since the bastard just conked out on our way back from Mistress-Con. “Well,” she said closing the hood, “everything seems fine. We just ran out of gas.”

I really should win an award for the ability of holding my anger in check, I mean seriously, stranded in in the middle of nowhere, with no cell-phone reception and with only a half a pack of cigarettes and a sissy-slut to keep me company … most people would have totally lost it.

“We have two options,” Emma said. “We can either wait here for a car to drive by, or start heading down the road on foot.”

“Or secret option three, having you push the car back to L.A.”

“Oh Rhi, you slay me.”

“Not yet,” I said low, almost to myself. And then, “It’s been what, over two hours and not one car has driven by, so …”

“Look,” Emma said, pointing towards the road as a the headlights of an old VW Bus were getting closer and closer. “Hey … Hey …” she started screaming and flagging down the vehicle. The bus slowed to a stop and the passenger side window opened. “Thank you, thank you, thank you for stopping,” Emma said.

“Our pleasure,” the girl in the passenger seat said. She was in her early twenties, and facially speaking looked pretty cute.

Furthermore, I saw a delicious pair of tits beneath her tight t-shirt….

The driver, a man about forty, asked, “You girls having car trouble?”

“No,” I wanted to say, “it’s our hobby to stand out in the middle of nowhere like a couple of stateless assholes,” but instead, I put on my polite face and explained to him our situation.

“Well, hop in,” he said. “We gotta a few gallons of gasoline at our campsite.”

As we drove on, we all took turns and introduced ourselves. The guy’s name was Danny and the girl was Clair. They talked on and on about camping and living outdoors and “eating clean” and blah, blah, blah.

But my attention was solely on Clair and her smooth as silk legs and picture perfect bare feet, and that ass, hugged so tenderly in those tight “Daisy Dukes.”

Danny wasn’t bad either, his hair was a bit longish and he needed a shave, but it seemed to fit well the half-assed hippie persona he was cultivating. When we reached the campsite, they invited both of us to stay a bit and share in some red wine and other things …

An hour or so later, we were sitting around a bonfire and talking. Emma and I were playing innocent as they told us of their “open marriage.”

“I mean,” Clair said, “if a girl wants a roll in they hay with my man, have it. And have fun.”

“Does that … shock you, Rhianna,” Danny asked, putting on a seductive voice and inching closer towards me. “You seem … nervous,” he said as his hand found its way to my knee.

“Well,” I said, “shocked is a strong word.”

Danny laughed and said, “It looks like we have a live one here.”

“You have … no idea,” I said and took his hand and moved it up my creamy thighs and onto to my pussy. “Do you feel that, it’s already wet for you. Pull off my panties now …”

I leaned back and Danny slowly peeled off my shorts and panties. Meanwhile Emma had began kissing Danny’s neck. “C’mon Clair,” I said, “join the party.” In a matter of minutes we were all naked, save Emma who still was wearing her soft, silky panties. Danny’s cock, which was rather on the big side was ramming into my cunt, while Clair, who was being eaten-out by Emma was putting her soft soles on my face.

My orgasm was body shattering and soon, I changed up positions taking Danny’s cock deep into my mouth. The taste of my juices on his dick made me cum again!

Looking up, I saw Emma drop her panties revealing her sissy-slut secret – a giant erect prick. She got on her knees and started slapping Danny’s face with her ballsack. “Don’t be afraid Danny,” I said. “Embrace the cock.”

That’s all he needed to hear and in no time he hungrily swallowed Em’s member. Clair seemed fascinated at the sight of her hippie hubby with a sissy-slut cock in his mouth. “Go a head Clair,” I said. “Share that sissy cock with your husband.”

She did as she was told, and sucked Emma off like a champ. For my part, I started jacking Danny off into my mouth until he shot stream after stream of hot jizz down my throat. Seconds later, Emma came and then we took turns spitting the cum onto Clair’s face.

“That was amazing,” Danny said.

“Amazing to you,” I said. “To Emma and I, it’s just another Thursday.”

Though, in fact, it really had been quite a freaky fucked up foursome especially since it was so unexpected and all…

“We have these friends that would love to meet you. Are you game?”

“Sure,” I said. “If there is fucking involved, I’m always game.”

To Be Continued in: “Freaky Fucked Up Foursome Part 2: The Ritual.”