Randy opened the door to see who was brave enough to be out in a blizzard on a Friday night. Whoever it was pushed on past him and came into the bunkhouse, stomping the snow off their boots. Wrapped up in a parka, a scarf wrapped tight around their face, it looked like a woman, tall and slender. She took off her gloves (after setting down her oversized bag) and unwrapped the scarf around her face. It was Betty. She was still panting from the exertion of running in the snow to the house.
"Do you know it's a blizzard out there! I barely made it here with all the drifts piling up on the roads," she exclaimed.
"What made you get out in this weather, Betty," I asked her.
"Bill called me because he couldn't reach you, even on your cell phone. He's stranded and was worried about things here but hasn't been able to reach anyone."
I walked to the phone on the table and sure enough, it was dead. I looked around for my purse, but it wasn't there and pressed my hand over my mouth remembering how fast I got out of the car without my purse (or anything) to help Randy with the livestock.
"Oh, Lord, everything's still in my car."
"Never mind," Betty said handing me hers, "call Bill and let him know you're o.k."
I dialed Bill's cell number, trying to think of what to he'd want to know. Oh well, he'd be happy to hear we got the cattle in and fed and everything at the ranch was tied down. He answered on the first ring, obviously waiting to hear from us. I told him we were all in the bunkhouse, nice and warm, safe and that Randy and I had made sure the livestock were sheltered and fed. He was relieved and glad that I called, then asked to speak to Randy. Randy assured him things were fine, that the three of us were safe and warm. They talked for about five minutes and then he turned his back to us and I could see his ears turning red from something Bill had said.
He handed me back the phone and Bill quietly said, "I think you have a captive audience there. Have fun, sugar. You may have to entertain yourselves for awhile, so don't be too hard on those two! Be sure to turn on the video camera so I can enjoy it with you when I get back." I laughed and whispered, "Don't worry baby, you'll enjoy this one!"
As soon as I disconnected, Randy asked me what that was about. I just smiled and told him that Bill was a bit of a voyeur and enjoyed watching me being fucked. His mouth fell open, his face turned red and he shouted, "He knows we've been fucking around? And he doesn't mind? He likes to watch?" I heard Betty laugh behind us. "Randy, you're having more fun than most men do in a lifetime! Just enjoy it! By the time this blizzard clears, you'll know how to satisfy a woman in every way - and what excites and turns you on too. That big cock of yours is beautiful, you're handsome, and what an ass!" "And shoulders," I added, "don't forget his wonderful muscular shoulders - and strong arms. Hell, the whole package is a dream!"
I saw the blush creep up Randy's neck, but noticed that he was also starting to get aroused. He walked toward me and put his arms around me for a hug, then looked into my eyes. "Joy, I'm yours - for tonight and probably tomorrow too. Now, let's eat! I'm starving and I think I'll need my strength tonight!"
He headed for the kitchen to see what there was to eat. Betty and I walked in behind him, arm in arm, still admiring the view. We were two insatiable ladies. We looked at each other and smiled then went to help Randy. Well, I'm not sure we were helping, but we were having a blast, teasing him each time he bent over for something, fondling his ass, running our hands over his back and chest, just making it "hard" for him to ignore us! He finally settled on a couple of frozen pizzas, put them in the oven and poured us all a drink.
"Now ladies, we only have 20 minutes to wait for the pizza and we can eat!" he said, handing us our drinks. "But Randy, dear," I said, my lower lip pouting, "you're dressed and we can't eat while you have clothes on." Betty reached up to take off his shirt and I moved in to unbutton his jeans. As I lowered them, his cock sprang into view, hard and ready. Betty looked down and joined me, helping me out of my clothes and stripping off her own. We started licking his hard cock, my tongue on one side and hers on the other. Our tongues met and we kissed around his hard dick. Then taking his balls in our hands, kneading them, we continued stroking and licking. Betty reached to squeeze his tight ass as I ran my fingers to the sensitive spot between his balls and his asshole and a moan escaped his lips as Betty dipped his head into her mouth. His hands were on each of our heads, watching our administrations to his cock, feeling our hands as we stroked and petted him. His cock was so engorged, purple, and he looked like he was about to spray his cum over us both.
Betty stood up and cleared the table with a sweep of her arm. I stood back as she stood there with her hands on his shoulders, waiting for him to lift her up on the table. As if she weighed no more than a baby, Randy put both hands around her waist and sat her on the edge of the table and she pulled him towards her, wrapping her legs around his hips. She leaned forward, kissing him and breathed into his mouth, "I have some catching up to do, sweetie, and I want you to fuck me now!" I sat down in a chair next to them, watching Randy shove his hard cock into Betty's pussy. I could see her lips spread apart as he entered her and filled her waiting hole. Her juices leaked around it as he moved into her, slowly and then more rapidly, in and out. I sat mesmerized, watching his hard cock ramming into her pussy and spread my legs, fingering my clit. This was so erotic, watching him, slowly, then faster.