Snowed In

Priya was about an hour into her drive when she decided that she was in trouble.

It was snowing when her plane landed in Burlington, and the huge fluffy flakes had been enchanting as she walked to her rental car. The Vermont countryside was beautiful in winter, and the gently falling snow made it look like a picture book. A perfect New England postcard. But then it started snowing harder, and harder, until a thick white blanket was falling across the road.

Why, oh why, had her sister moved to this frozen excuse for a state? They weren't snow people. They were beach people, sun people. But if Priya was asking questions, why did she decide to visit Devi and her new daughter in January? Why didn't she check the forecast this morning? Why did a rental agency in Vermont give her a car that seemed entirely unsuited for this weather? And why did her GPS direct her off the highway and on to this narrow, snow covered back road before promptly losing signal?

She made a distressed noise as the car lost traction for a moment and slid alarmingly towards the side of the road before the tires found their grip. It was dark out, the snow a blowing sheet of white in her headlights. The road was simply a break in the trees, a flat space between a pair or ditches. It had been a long while since Priya had seen another car, or even a house with the lights on. She had no cell service, no map, and no idea where she was.

But there, as she slowly turned a corner, a house! With lights in the windows and everything. "Thank God," Priya said quietly. She would stop here, and hopefully these people would point her in the direction of a clear road. Her car crunched into their driveway, the front bumper pushing up a little snowdrift. She pulled in as far as she could, and then jumped out and made a run for the front door. The snow was knee deep, and her thin trousers were not up to the task of keeping the cold out. Priya tapped on the front door, hoping that someone was actually home. She might have to break in if they weren't.

But someone opened the door, a woman. "Oh, hi. What are you doing driving out here?" She sounded extremely concerned.

Priya was so happy she could have kissed her. "I-I was driving, and..." she waved vaguely in the direction of her car. "I'm not sure I can make it any farther."

"No kidding, come on in, please." The woman ushered Priya into her house, brushing the snow from her shoulders. There was a little entryway, filled with boots and hanging jackets, and she pointed Priya in the direction of a bench. "Get those wet shoes off, you'll hurt your feet trying to wear those in the snow."

"Who is it, babe?" Another woman, calling from deeper in the house. Footsteps, and she came into the entryway. "Don't tell me Mikey got stuck doing something dumb in the snow again. Oh, hello."

Priya looked up from taking her shoes. "Hi. Um, I'm Priya. I'm really sorry to impose, just... the snow." She shook her head.

"God, no worries," the second girl said. "I'm Tara, this is my partner, Molly."

"What were you doing out there?" Molly asked. "Pretty sure the state government told everyone to stay off the roads."

"Of course they did," Priya said under her breath. "The rental car place at the airport didn't say anything about that. Neither did my sister, who I'm going to visit. That's why I'm driving out there."

"Where does your sister live?" Tara asked.

"Hardwick."

Molly and Tara shared a look. "You aren't making it to Hardwick in this weather," Molly said.

"Really? Shit." Priya felt defeated. "There isn't any road open nearby that I could get to?"

"Last I heard the governor was getting ready to call up the National Guard to rescue people," Molly said. "So I think you're stuck here until the storm stops."

Priya let out a long sigh. "Fuck me. I guess I should call my sister." She pulled out her phone, but there wasn't even a hint of signal. "Do you guys have a landline I could use?"

"Of course," Tara said. "Do you have a bag in the car? Let me have your keys and I can go get it."

Priya handed over her keys and let Molly show her to the phone. Her sister picked up immediately.

"Priya? Are you ok? I've been trying to get a hold of you." Devi sounded relieved to hear from her.

"Yeah, Devi, I'm alive. Why didn't you tell me about the snow?"

"I thought I did. I was going to tell you to spend the night in Burlington."

"Devi, you told me to dress for the weather. Nothing about snow."

"Well that's what I meant. But as long as you're OK. Where are you?"

That was a good question. Where was she? "I'm in..." Priya looked over at Molly with a quirked eyebrow.

"Calais," Molly said.

"Calais?" Devi said after Priya told her. "How did you end up over there?"

"No idea. Devi, look. I'm probably spending the night here. I'll text you the address when I can get signal, and I'll be at your house tomorrow."

"Ok, stay safe. Love you."

"Love you too."

Tara was back inside with her bag, and Priya finally had a moment to look at her saviors. They were both tall, though everyone was tall to her, wearing practical flannels and heavyweight pants. They looked like farmers. Molly was slender, long limbed, with her dark hair styled in a shaggy cut. Tara just looked strong. Wide shoulders, thick hips and thighs, big hands. Her waist was surprisingly small, and Priya could see a hint of large breasts under her shirt. Her blonde hair hung in a long braid down her back.

"So is everything ok?" Tara asked.

"I think so." Priya said." Again, I'm really sorry to impose. I'm sure the last thing you wanted tonight was a stranger crashing at your house."

"Not at all," Molly said with a brilliant smile. "We'd be monsters if we turned you out in the storm. Do you want something to eat? We could heat up some soup or make you a sandwich, something like that?"

"Yeah, or a drink?" Tara asked. "Our bar is well stocked."

"No, thank you. I ate before I started driving." A wave of exhaustion washed over Priya. She'd been riding the edge of panic for a while as she drove through the storm, and the adrenaline was finally draining out of her. "If it's ok with you, I think I'd just like to lay down."

"Totally," Molly said. Let's show you to the guest room." That was up a set of slightly creaky stairs. "This is you, and we're right next door. The bathroom is right there."

"Thank you, so much. I don't know what I would've done without you."

"Of course. Sleep tight."

The guest room wasn't huge, and neither was the bed, just a full mattress on an antique bed frame pushed against the wall. But it would do. Priya changed into her pajamas, climbed under the covers, and fell asleep almost instantly.

Something woke her up much later in the night. Priya had no idea what time it was. There wasn't a clock in the room, and her phone was over by her bag. She wasn't about to get out of bed to look at it. It was quiet in the house, nearly silent, with none of the comforting sounds of a city around her. Just the light touch of the wind on the wood frame of the house. It was dark too, only a slight bit of moonlight on the single window. She was just about to slip back into sleep when she heard something. Priya tilted her head, listening for the sound. She hoped it wasn't a mouse. But there it was again, quiet, just at the edge of her hearing.

A giggle. And there it was again, accompanied by indistinct whispers. Molly and Tara, she realized. They were in bed in the room next door. Priya hesitated a moment, but her curiosity got the best of her, and she slid until her ear was close to the wall she shared with the other bedroom

"Stop." A whispered voice, Tara she thought. "You'll wake her up."

"No I won't, not if you're quiet." That was definitely Molly. "She won't wake up anyway, you saw her when she went to bed. She was wiped out."

"I would be too, driving in that storm." A slight, wet sound. "Mmm, that feels good."

"I know what you like, baby," Molly said with a quiet chuckle. "She's pretty cute, isn't she?"

"Priya?" Tara said with a soft groan. Yeah, I like an Indian MILF as much as the next girl."

"MILF? I don't think she's that much older than us."

"Oh fuck, put your fingers in me." A shuddering moan. "Not that much older. But she has some titties on her, and that ass."

Priya's heart was pounding in her chest. They were talking about her! While they were having sex! She had to admit, it was exciting to hear. It had been a long time since someone talked about her like that. She might have to take exception to the MILF designation. She didn't have any kids. But she was forty, so maybe it counted. Still... She pushed her pajama pants down her hips, careful not to make too much noise, until they were around her thighs. She stroked up and down her cleft with a single finger, collecting up her juices before circling her clit with a fingertip. Her free thumb hooked into the bottom of her T-shirt, tugging it up over her tits, and she pinched a fat nipple between thumb and forefinger as she kept listening.

"Fuck, baby, that feels so good," Tara moaned. The wet noises from the other side of the wall were increasing in volume and intensity. "She has a nice face."

"Yeah, she does. I want to see what it looks like when she cums."

Priya's eyes went wide at the thought. Her fingers sped their movement on her clit, making their own little wet noises.

"Oooh, I want to see that too," Tara moaned. "Baby, I'm close. Put your whole hand in me."

The orgasm slammed into Priya with such unexpected force that she had to slap her hand over her mouth to stop from screaming. Her core flexed, her pussy gushing around her fingers. She abandoned her clit to plunge a pair of fingers into her cunt, desperately dragging them over her g-spot. A second climax followed, her pussy gripping down on her fingers and she moaned into her palm. Her tongue feebly wiped at her own hand as the shudders of her orgasm rolled through her.

When her breathing finally settled down to normal she leaned back to the wall. Tara and Molly weren't talking, and Priya had the sudden fear that they had heard her masturbating. Would they be mad? But no, there were quiet noises from their side of the wall. Kissing, she thought. Exhaustion caught up with her again, and deep sleep came with it.

The next time Priya woke it was morning, bright sun streaming through the window. She lay in bed for a long time, enjoying the warmth of the covers. The night before felt like a dream, maybe just her adrenaline drained brain making up scenarios. But her T-shirt was still up over her breasts, and her pajama pants were around her ankles, so that part was real. And that meant the rest of it probably was too.

Mercifully, Molly and Tara showed no sign that anything unusual had happened the night before. They simply greeted her with coffee and breakfast. The view from their dining room was unreal. A thick blanket of white covering every outdoor surface, the trees and hills looking like something out of an advertisement.

"Thirty-three inches," Molly said. "Not quite a one day record, but close."

"Oh, wow." Thirty-three inches of snow. Priya didn't think she had ever seen that much at one time. "Will they be able to clear the roads today?"

"I don't know," Tara said with a sigh. "I was texting Dave on the road crew earlier, and he said they might not even get to our road today. Plus there's supposed to be another foot or two of snow tonight. You might be here for a minute."

"Oh," Priya didn't know what to say to that. "That's tough to hear. I really want to get to my sister's, and I feel so bad to be taking advantage of your hospitality." She gestured to breakfast. "I mean, you're feeding me, giving me a place to sleep... I don't know how I could ever repay you."

"Don't worry about the food, we have plenty," Molly said. "And you don't need to repay us, we're happy to help. But if you wanted to chip in on chores while you're here, we wouldn't say no. Lots to do on a farm, after all."

"This is a farm?" Priya asked. "I had no idea." In the night it had just been a refuge.

"Yep," Molly said brightly.

"Well," Tara started.

"Ok, we're trying to make it a farm again," Molly said. "It used to be my great uncle's place. When he died, he willed it to the family with the instructions that if a family member wanted to farm it they should be allowed to take over. And since I went to college and grad school for agriculture..."

"Which is where we met," Tara said, taking Molly's hand. "I was studying philosophy."

"That's right," Molly said, giving her girlfriend a fond smile. "I stole her away from academia. Where was I? Oh yeah, so since we want to farm it, we get to live here and work the land. The farm is held in a trust, and it's all paid off. So no rent. We pay the property taxes, utilities, upkeep, that sort of thing. And we get to do what we want with it."

"Right now that's a barn and some chickens," Tara said. "But we have big plans."

"Wow, that's honestly really cool," Priya said. "Way better than working at a desk, trust me."

"We think so, but there are plenty of chores," Molly said. "Not as many as there will be once we're fully set up, but not none either."

"And after a storm like that," Tara said, nodding her head at the snow covered landscape. "That means shoveling."

Priya did not come from a part of the country where shoveling snow was a thing. And she certainly didn't have the sort of clothes that one needed to accomplish that task. Luckily, Molly and Tara had plenty of extra boots, jackets, hats, gloves, and snow pants for her.

"It's a Vermont tradition to have all this stuff," Tara said. "I'm pretty sure it's reproducing in the closet anyway."

So without too much work Priya was out in the snow, wrapped in mostly fitting winter gear. The first task was to get her car out of the middle of the driveway. They dug a path to the car, brushed the thick layer of snow off with a push broom, and eventually got it started. Tara did the driving, which Priya was glad to see. She didn't trust herself in the deep powder. It didn't take too long to get the rental out of the way enough for the real work to start.

Together they cut a path to the barn. A small, old fashioned tractor was just inside, outfitted with a plow. Molly jumped on and started clearing the driveway, while Priya and Tara focused on the small paths around the house and out to the few sheds that the girls had. It was hard work, but Priya pretty quickly figured out that she didn't mind it at all. Something about getting to use her hands was just soothing. That being said, she could tell her back was going to ache when this was all done.

They took a short break for lunch, just some sandwiches. But Tara took the opportunity to put some cider in a crockpot to warm up.

"For when we're done," she said. "Maybe with a bit of booze."

The last thing to shovel was the porch. As they got it cleared off they revealed a low, boxy shape. Molly brushed the top off and then released a couple of catches on the side. A billow of steam rolled out when she opened the lid.

"There she is," Molly said with satisfaction.

"Is that a hot tub?" Priya asked.

Tara grinned at her. "Sure is, nothing better after a long day of shoveling."

"Needs to warm up a couple of degrees first." Molly was tapping at the control panel. "Shouldn't take too long." She took in the shoveled farm. "I think we're pretty much done for today. I'm gonna go feed the chickens, and maybe then we can have a drink."

Soon enough the three of them were out of their snow clothes and back in the dining room. Tara poured mugs of hot cider, and then added some very generous portions of rum to each mug. Priya sighed happily as the hot drink filled her with warmth. It was a very soothing way to finish work, and she felt honestly fulfilled by the labor of the day.

"So," Molly said after a bit of companionable silence. "Should we get in the hot tub?"

"The hot tub sounds great, but I don't have a suit," Priya said. "I wasn't planning on needing one in the winter."

Molly and Tara looked her over. "I think we can find something that'll work," Tara said.

They were able to pull together a mismatched bikini for Priya, blue on the bottom, hot pink on top. She tried it on in the guest room and sighed. She was a bit thicker than either of the girls in the ass, and much, much thicker in the breasts. Priya was spilling out of the bikini top, the fabric straining with the effort of containing her tits. No matter how she adjusted it a fair amount of dark areola was exposed beyond the edges of the cups, and her ass was already eating the bottoms. But she couldn't back out now, so she just wrapped her towel around her and went out to join the girls.

Molly let out a wolf whistle when Priya pulled her towel off.

"Va va voom," Tara said. "Damn girl."

Priya blushed, cheeks heating as she climbed into the tub. The hot water felt great on her tired muscles. "Stop you two. I'm old enough to be, well, not your mother, but an aunt. Or an older cousin."

"If I had a cousin that looked like you I would've figured out I was gay a lot sooner," Molly said with a grin.

"We'll stop teasing. Here." Tara handed Priya another mug of hot cider.

Priya took it gladly. It was even stronger than the first drink, rum fumes wafting off of it. As she sipped at it a pleasant warmth grew in her belly, combining with the heat from the tub, and soon she had settled into a light, soothing, fuzzy sort of feeling. It was nice. Molly and Tara were clearly in the same mood, and the three of them sat and enjoyed the tub as the waters took them.

"This is a little weird," Molly eventually murmured.

"What?" Priya asked. She had her head resting on one of the padded edges of the tub, eyes closed as the jets gently worked the knots in her back.

"Wearing a bikini in here."

Priya opened one eye and looked over at Molly, just to make sure she wasn't teasing again. But Molly had her head tilted back, eyes closed, looking nothing but relaxed. "Really?"

"Yeah," Tara replied. "You can't see the hot tub from the road, and it's just the two of us here. Why bother getting a bikini wet?"

"Oh, well..." Priya only hesitated a moment. "I don't want to make you guys change how you do things." She undid the knot holding her top together and tossed it out of the tub. A brief lift of her ass and the bottoms quickly followed.

Molly and Tara shared a look, and then they both stood. Priya's breath caught as they began to strip. Her initial evaluation of their figures had been spot on. Molly was slender in a natural way, genes instead of the gym. She had small, high breasts capped by big pink nipples. There was a little triangular tuft of dark hair just above the deep cleft of her cunt. Tara wasn't slender, instead her body was coated in muscle, clearly earned through long hours of lifting. She had wide, strong shoulders and muscular arms, a visible six pack, and thick thighs. Despite her fit frame her breasts were still quite large, though nowhere near what Priya brought to the table. Her puffy lipped cunt was completely bare and recently waxed.

Priya squeezed her thighs together as she watched them. Molly and Tara stayed standing longer than they needed to, smiling down at Priya and stretching in the cold air, before sinking back below the water. Priya had to resist the urge to slip her hand between her legs. What was getting into her?

They lay back in the water for a while, none of them speaking, letting the drinks and the heat loosen them up.

"You know what we should do..." Tara said, giving Molly a conspiratorial look.

Molly grinned back at her. "It is the right weather for it. You first."

"What are you two talking about?" Priya asked. "I--Oh!"

Tara jumped out of the hot tub and ran off the porch. She launched herself at the first good snow drift in sight, rolling in it getting herself nice and covered in snow. Then she was running back to the tub, giggling all the while. She plopped back in with a gasp and then a deep sigh.

Priya was shocked. "Why the hell would you do that?"

"Because it feels awesome," Molly said. And then she was off, into the snow, before making her own gasping return. "Oh, shit. Wooo! Alright Priya, your turn!"

"What? I don't know about that." She rolled her eyes as both girls booed her. "I am a grown woman, I don't need to succumb to peer pressure."

"You'll feel better," Tara said.

"Yeah, really wakes you up," Molly agreed.

Priya could tell when she had lost. "Ok, alright! Just..." She took a deep breath, psyching herself up. "Here I go!" She was out of the tub, the cold air a shock on her bare skin. But that was nothing compared to the snow. It felt cold and hot all at once, something she was completely unprepared for. "Ah, shit!" Priya screamed as she rolled in the show. "Watch out, coming back!" She was up and sprinting as fast as she dared for the tub. She hopped back in, gasping at the sensation of the hot water. It really did feel good.

It felt so good that it took her a moment to realize that she'd jumped back into the tub right in between Molly and Tara.

"Oh, sorry you two." She started to get up, but Tara stopped her with a hand on her stomach.

"It's alright, you can stay," Tara said with a smile. Then her hand slid up, cupping the underside of Priya's breast and pushing it up out of the water. "Has anyone ever told you how great your tits are?"

Molly had her hand on Priya's other breast. "Seriously. How are they this big and this perky?" She found one of Priya's nipples with a thumb and index finger. "And these big nipples. I just love 'em."

"Can't forget the nipples," Tara agreed quietly. She leaned down and dragged her tongue across one of the thick, dark buds. Then she swallowed it up, lips pursed around it.

Priya let out a ragged little moan. "Oh, shit! Uh, you guys, oh, damn. I, uh..." She cradled Tara's head, holding her in place.

"Uh oh, I think she likes it." Molly put her index finger under Priya's chin. "Have you ever kissed a girl before?"

Priya looked at her with hooded eyes. "It's, mmm, shit, it's been a while."

"In a hot tub?"

"N-not that I can recall."

"Good. I like being someone's first." Molly leaned in, and then they were kissing. Priya sighed into her, immediately surrendering to Molly's probing tongue. But Molly wasn't going to be satisfied with just Priya's mouth. Her hand slithered down Priya's stomach, and Priya eagerly spread her thighs. Molly found her clit, making circles around the fat nub. Tara met her there, her own fingers attacking Priya's cunt with a wanton energy.

Priya could only moan into Molly's mouth, holding Tara tight to her breast, as they took her. Tara's fingers plunged into her while Molly's mauled her clit. Her hips were rocking, core flexing as she rapidly approached the cliff. She finally had to throw her head back with a moan. "Oh, fuck. You two!" The orgasm roared through her. Tara released her latch on Priya's breast and met her gasping lips. Molly took a big wet handful of her hair and tugged her head back so she could kiss and lick Priya's exposed neck. They were both inside of her now, a jumble of who knew how many fingers plunging into her core. She broke away from Tara, moaning and mewling, as another orgasm hit her. "Oh, fuck... Oh fuck me... Oh shit!"

"That's it baby," Molly gasped. "Come on, one more time."

Priya locked eyes with her, mouth open and gasping, brows knit together, a look of pure orgasmic lust on her features. She bit her lip and nodded, encouraging Molly. Her body heaved, core flexing, water splashing away from her as she quaked with the sudden onrush of a third climax. "Ooooooooh, fuuuuuuuuuuuck," Priya moaned.

"Good girl," Tara moaned. She leaned in and planted a little kiss on Priya's shoulder.

Molly captured Priya's mouth for a moment, her tongue plunging in. "Very good," she said when she pulled back.

Their fingers finally exited Priya's pussy, sliding up her body until each of them was cupping a breast, gently massaging and squeezing. They traded her mouth back and forth for a bit, tongues conquering her as she submitted to them utterly. Priya finally let her head fall back. "Hooo, wow. I, uh, I don't think I've ever... Mmmm," She cut off with a moan as Tara kissed her again. "Oh, girls, I..." She slowly pushed them away from her. "I think I might need to go lay down."

"Aww, you sure?" Molly asked, punctuating her question with a pinch of Priya's nipple.

"Y-yeah, I'm sure." Priya stood, any self-consciousness knocked out of her by the multiple orgasms. She dried off and hung her towel over her shoulders, not bothering to hide anything. Tara was already in Molly's lap, and Priya could tell that Molly's hand was busy between her girlfriend's thighs. She fought the urge to get back into the hot tub and join in. "I'll see you guys in a little bit."

The door to the guest room barely had time to close behind her before Priya collapsed onto the bed in a fit of giggles. That was crazy! What was she thinking? Letting them use her like that was just... it was...

Fuck... it was fucking hot is what it was.

She reached between her legs and let out a little groan at just how flushed and wet she was. Her fingers were coated in nectar when she pulled them away, and she stuffed them in her mouth with a contented sigh. A man she had once dated, more than a few ex boyfriends ago, had been obsessed with the idea of Priya cleaning his cock off after they fucked. At first she thought it was sort of gross, but being young and eager to please she did it anyway. He ultimately turned out to be a total asshole, but she did credit him with getting her to appreciate her own flavor. She sent her hand delving back between her thighs for another taste, eagerly sucking her digits clean. Then she pulled the covers over herself, one hand between her thighs gently stroking away, as she drifted off to sleep.

It was dark when she woke, but a quick glance at her phone told her it wasn't all that late. The night just came early in the New England winter. There was music coming from downstairs, along with the sounds and smells of cooking. That was enough to get Priya out of bed. She hesitated a moment at her suitcase. What to wear? After the day's events she wanted to look good, look sexy, but she was planning on visiting her sister, and she'd packed accordingly. After a moment of deliberation she decided that a minimalist approach was best. A thin camisole which, in a normal situation, she would never wear as a top. It was just too tight and too thin, hiding nothing. Her pajama shorts would do the trick for the rest of it, the waist rolled until her ass hung out the bottom and her cunt was clearly outlined in the fabric.

Molly was at the stove when Priya came down, working away at a couple of pots. But she turned as Priya entered the kitchen. "Hey Priya. Damn, you look hot as hell." She held out her arms and Priya melted into Molly's embrace. Their lips met without any hesitation, Molly's tongue easily overpowering Priya and plunging between her lips. It only took a moment before Molly had one hand clamped tight to Priya's ass, the other pushing up her top to pinch her nipple.

"She sure does." Tara's warmth pressed into Priya's back, another set of hands squeezing her ass and capturing her free breast. Priya disengaged from Molly and turned to kiss Tara, moaning into her as they pushed Priya's camisole up over her tits, and her shorts down her legs. Their hands were all over her, tugging on her nipples, gripping her ass, stroking over her clit and labia.

Priya broke away from Tara's lips with a gasp. "Oh, fuck. Just like that?" She let out a ragged moan as Molly's fingers slipped into her.

"Just like that, little slut," Tara whispered into her ear. She nibbled gently on Priya's earlobe. "Now cum for us."

Priya moaned, reaching back to grab Tara's neck and bracing herself against the other woman's strong form. Her hips rocked, dragging Molly's fingers over her g-spot. Tara was tugging and stretching her nipples, lips and teeth working at her ear. She gasped, a full body spasm rolling through her. Her core was liquid with lust. It was drooling out of her, coating Molly's palm while her pussy quivered around those invading digits. Priya let out a groan from deep in her chest as the orgasm poured through her, her eyes fluttering as her mind went blank with pleasure. Her clit, her nipples, the tip of her tongue, they were all connected by a burning cord of pleasure. Her toes curled against the wood floor, and Tara was the only thing holding her upright.

Molly held up a nectar soaked hand. "Here, clean up." She presented her fingers to Priya, who gladly began sucking them clean.

"Good girl," Tara said with a sigh. One of her hands dropped from Priya's breast and pressed between her ass cheeks. "I want more though." A pair of fingers applied eager pressure to Priya's backdoor.

"Oh, holy shit," Priya said with a moan. Her asshole, not virginal but certainly not expert, was opening eagerly for taras finger. "Fuck, you're turning me into such a whore for you."

"Goddamn right," Tara growled into Priya's ear. "Are you going to be my little butt slut?"

"Mmm, fuck yes," Priya moaned. Her pussy did more than drool this time, exploding messily, nectar splattering all over the floor.

Molly had returned to the stove, but she turned with a smile and took in Priya's predicament. "If you make a mess you have to clean it up."

Priya complied happily, sinking down to her knees, leaning forward to press her face to the tiles, and began licking and slurping at the puddle of her own squirt that was spread on the floor before her. Tara went with her, fingers still buried in Priya's ass, pumping away at her slutty backdoor. She applied a sharp slap to Priya's ass with her free hand.

"Goddamn, look at you, you little slut." Tara let out a moan of her own. "Slurp up that girlcum."

Priya could only groan and listen to taras orders. It had been a long time since she'd felt this... slutty. This degraded. And she was loving it. Something deep inside her, she knew, needed this, craved this. And as she greedily drank up her own nectar she pushed her hips back at Tara, sending the woman's fingers deeper into her ass.

"Oh, good girl." Tara pressed her ring finger alongside the two already stuffed up Priya's ass. "Room for a little more back here."

Priya let out a ragged sigh as her asshole stretched wider. She started rocking her hips back into Tara, fucking herself on those invading fingers.

Molly was still manning the stove. "Five minutes until dinner is ready, guys. Don't get too caught up back there."

Later, as they were eating their soup, Priya had to suddenly put down her spoon, giggles spilling from her lips. "Oh my God," she said, placing a hand over the mouth to stifle her laughter. "I can't believe I let you do that."

Tara grinned and nudged her shoulder. "Why not, didn't you like it?"

"Of course I did!" Priya said, throwing her hands up. "But I just met you guys yesterday. And now I'm on my hands and knees licking my own pussy juice from the floor while you finger my ass." She shook her head and smiled. "It's just crazy."

Molly was smiling too. "Hey, when we have chemistry with someone we like to explore it."

Priya bit her lip. "I like the sound of that."

After dinner, Molly started a fire in the fireplace while Tara made hot chocolate. The three of them cuddled up on the couch, Priya sandwiched between the two other women, their closeness making her feel slick and liquid. Tara had a hand on one of Priya's thighs, and Molly, when she wasn't sipping her cocoa, would slide her hand under Priya's top and rest it on her belly warm from her mug. The touching quickly became more general, little strokes of fingers across any exposed skin, lips brushing lightly against Priya's shoulders, hands cupping the heat of her pussy through her shorts.

"So," Molly started, her voice husky with lust. "What do you do back home?"

"Mmm, um." It took Priya a moment to collect her thoughts. The girl's hands on her were driving her crazy. "I, uh, I work for a publishing company, doing contracts. Magazines mostly."

"Oh, interesting," Tara said. She was massaging Priya through her shorts, generating a spreading wet spot on the thin fabric. "Anything we've read?"

"N-no," Priya stuttered. She rocked her hips, grinding herself against Tara's hand. "It's all trade magazines, so unless you're reading 'Brewers Quarterly' or something like that..."

"Mmm, I guess not." Molly leaned in a captured Priya's earlobe for a moment. "You know, we were talking about you while you napped."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah. We think you being here has solved a little problem for us."

"What sort of problem?" Priya let out a little moan as she asked her question. Molly was still nibbling at her ear.

Tara answered. "Molly and I both like being dominant in bed. Neither of us minds switching, but..."

"Having two doms in the house can cause some tension occasionally." Molly finished. "But you're a submissive little thing, aren't you?"

Priya bit her lip and nodded, letting out another tiny moan.

"So while you're here we can both let our dominant sides out," Tara said. "And with the way the weather's looking, that's a couple more days, at least."

"So what do you say?" Molly asked. "You can stay with us, and in return Tara and I just get to absolutely own this sexy body of yours."

A ragged sigh spilled from Priya's lips. Fuck, that sounded fun. But... "I'm, like, almost twenty years older than you two."

"So?" Molly said. She hooked her thumb into the hem of Priya's top and tugged it up until it popped over the steep slope of Priya's breasts. "That just means you have these fat titties to play with."

Tara slid her hand into Priya's shorts, a pair of fingers splitting her lips and curving inside. "And, fuck, you're soaked. Your pussy wants this."

Priya could only nod, shakily. She did want this. And if she was going to be snowed in, then she might as well enjoy herself. "F-fine, use me, however you want. But I want to set a couple of ground rules."

"Of course," Molly said.

"I don't really like being tied up. And I'm not into watersports or anything like that."

"Neither are we."

"And no, like, whipping or hitting. Spanking is OK"

"That's not something either of us are about either."

"Cool." Priya took a breath. "My safe word is strawberry."

"I bet we won't need it," Tara whispered, her lips pressed to Priya's neck. Her fingers were working out a symphony of lewd sounds from Priya's cunt, and the crotch of Priya's shorts was soaked with a spreading patch of nectar. "This pussy wants everything we have to give."

"Oh, fuck," Priya mewled, her hips rocking. "J-just in case..." She let out a ragged moan. Molly had just captured a thick nipple in her teeth, biting until pleasure and pain met in a delirious explosion. "Goddamn, you two. Fucking use me..."

Molly smiled up at her, teeth still tight to her nipples for a moment. When she released it, Priya was slick with spit and swollen with desire. "You know, we did realize something. We've made you cum a bunch of times today."

"A whole bunch," Tara said, pushing her fingers even deeper into Priya.

Molly smiled fondly at her girlfriend for a moment. "So we figured it was time for you to return the favor."

"Mmm, fuck," Priya moaned. She could hardly think at this point. Tara's fingers were buried in her, and her pussy was a sloppy mess as a result. Her skin was on fire and her mind was a fuzz of lust and desire. But the idea of tasting them... "Yes, please. Who am I starting with?"

"We flipped a coin," Molly said, leaning back on the couch and unbuttoning her jeans. "I won."

I took Priya a moment to get between Molly's thighs. Tara extracted her hand from Priya's shorts, fingers and palm absolutely coated in girlcum, and Priya got diverted a bit, licking and sucking her clean. But that just gave Molly time to strip off her clothes. She watched in appreciation as Priya staggered to her feet, pinching her fat nipples and grinning wickedly up at the older woman. Priya's outfit was a mess, camisole bunched up above her tits, her shorts pushed halfway down her hips and visibly dripping with nectar, so she just tugged the garments off and tossed them to the side. Then she was sliding to her knees in front of Molly.

"Good little slut," Molly murmured. "How long has it been since you tasted pussy that wasn't yours?"

Priya actually had to pause and think about that for a minute. There had been her college roommate. And then that Mormon girl in grad school who got dumped, drunk, and then practically jumped into Priya's bed. They'd actually hooked up a number of times before graduation. But since then? A few threesomes and one rather out of control Christmas party two jobs ago that had ended with Priya's boss riding her face.

"It's been a little while," Priya said. She leaned in and planted a kiss on Molly's thigh. "But I'm sure it's just like riding a bike." Molly's pussy was a deep cleft, her outer lips swollen with desire. Priya dragged the tip of her tongue up that valley, flicking it across Molly's clit for just a moment. Then she took another lick from bottom to top. Each time she repeated that stroke, Priya got just a little deeper, a little wetter, until she was burying her tongue in Molly, working out wet noises with her tongue.

"Ooooh, fuck, baby," Molly moaned above her, pinching her nipples and tossing her head back. "I guess it is just like riding a bike."

Priya just moaned into Molly. The other woman's clit wasn't all that big, but as Priya lapped at Molly it quickly became stiff and swollen, peeking from its hood and surmounting her increasingly sloppy pussy. Priya turned her attention on the stiff little button, flicking her tongue across it before locking her lips around it and applying light suction.

She was so focused on Molly that she didn't even notice Tara sliding off the couch and kneeling behind her. But Priya couldn't ignore Tara's hands on her ass, spreading her open, or Tara's tongue as it lapped at her backdoor.

"Oh, fuck," Priya moaned, looking up from Molly's cunt and turning her head. Tara was behind her, face planted between Priya's cheeks. She waggled her eyebrows at Priya, tongue lashing away at Priya's ass. "God, eat my fucking ass." Priya arched her back, tilting her hips up to give Tara the perfect angle.

Molly reached out to grab the back of Priya's head, pushing her down. "Get back in there, baby." She moaned as Priya returned to licking and sucking her pussy. The three of them devolved into quiet moans and wet little noises, tongues lapping away, Molly pinching and tugging at her own nipples.

Priya slid a pair of fingers into Molly's pussy in almost the exact moment that Tara's digits occupied hers. She tossed her head back and moaned for a moment before returning to her work between Molly's thighs. Tara was working out wet squelches from Priya's cunt, audible plops of nectar dripping to the floor, while continuing to lick and suck at Priya's asshole. Priya was reaching for some sort of perfect moment, her core flexing and quivering with the effort of holding back her own climax. It got harder when Tara added a third finger to Priya's cunt, the girl's fingers stretching her open exquisitely. But Priya was slick and sloppy enough that three fingers wouldn't do it, and soon enough Tara's pinky was pushing in alongside its siblings. Tara was knuckle deep in Priya, her thumb mauling Priya's clit.

Molly's pussy was swampy enough that Priya had to pull back for a moment just to swallow and catch her breath. She looked back over her shoulder as Tara lifted her head up. Tara's eyebrow raised up in a silent question, and Priya nodded without a moment of hesitation.

"Put your whole fucking hand in me," she whispered.

"Oh," Molly said with a little chuckle. "I was wondering when we'd get there. Well go ahead, baby, give this slutty Indian plaything exactly what she wants."

Tara just grinned. Her thumb pushed into her palm, and she slowly began easing her fist into Priya. The older woman's pussy was primed, ready, a whole day of teasing had her practically begging for everything Molly and Tara had to give. Still, it was more than Priya had ever taken and the mind-blowing stretch left her stunned. She had to simply lean into Molly's thigh as Tara fisted her. The width of Tara's was enough to finally wrench her control away. She moaned from deep in her chest, feet drumming against the floor, pussy dripping and then suddenly gushing with squirt, as Tara's fist drove the climax into her. Priya's mind gave up on having conscious thought, the overwhelming sensations emanating from her filled cunt shutting down all of her higher functions, until all she was, all she could be, was a receptacle for pleasure.

And Tara was going to fill her up. She let Priya adapt to her hand for a moment, simply resting inside Priya, the woman's labia wrapped around her wrist. But once she decided Priya was ready, the real action began. The reverse trip was enough to ignite another explosive climax in Priya, more nectar pouring out of her as Tara's hand stretched her all over again. And then it was back in, faster, a wet, lewd noise erupting from Priya as her cunt juiced and quivered around Tara's hand. Then again, and again, picking up speed, until Priya's cunt was a wet, drooling, swollen mess, eager to swallow Tara up over and over.

Priya couldn't even hope to actually focus on Molly. Her mouth was just hanging open, a series of high moans flying out of her throat as Tara took her. But Molly wasn't about to be left behind. She just reached out and grabbed a handful of Priya's hair, pushed the woman onto her pussy, and started grinding away. Priya had enough presence of mind to stick her tongue out but that was it. The farm girls took her like that, using her from both ends, until she was nothing but a toy for their pleasure. Her body was responding in kind. She was flexing and shaking, toes curling hard enough they almost cramped. Her hands were clamped down hard enough on Molly's thighs that she was probably going to leave bruises. And her pussy... Priya had squirted in the past, mostly on her own, but occasionally with the right lover. But those times had been nothing like this. Girlcum was fountaining from her cunt, each deep drive of Tara's hand eliciting an eruption of lust that was soaking the floor beneath her. Thick, creamy strands of fluid were hanging from her belly and webbed between her thighs.

Molly was getting juicy as hell too, flooding Priya's mouth and sending nectar drooling down her chin. Her eyes were fluttering, her mind threatening shutdown. But then Molly's thighs clamped around her ears, the girl letting out a high-pitched groan. Her pussy juiced messily into Priya's mouth forcing her to gulp down mouthfuls before she choked. Molly's climax passed in a shuddering rock of her hips, swollen clit dragging across Priya's nose and lips. When it was over she finally realized the grip she had on Priya, curling up into a fetal ball on the couch. That was Priya's signal to collapse, she slid forward and to the side, Tara's hand pulling out of her with an unceremonious slurp. She rolled onto her back, eyes hooded, mouth open to take in a series of gasping breaths.

"That works for me."

Priya turned her head slightly to see Tara standing over her. She was soaked, her shirt and pants stained with Priya's squirt. As Priya watched, Tara stripped her clothes off, and then stepped across Priya to straddle her face. As Tara lowered herself down, Priya did the only thing she could and stuck out her tongue.

*

It was still early when Priya woke up, weak pre-dawn light just starting to ease around the edges of the curtains. She had a brief moment of confusion as her eyes fluttered open. Where was she, and whose bed was this? The warm bodies on either side of her brought the memories back. Molly and Tara. She was in their bed, in their farm house.

Recovering from some of the most intense sex she'd ever had.

She shifted slightly in the bed, careful not to wake either of the other women. Her hand slipped between her thighs, and she let out a quiet moan as she felt just how wet she still was. Her pussy was flushed and slick with desire as she massaged her swollen lips. Priya's other hand went to her breast, and she whimpered softly when her thumb dragged across her achingly stiff nipple.

The night before had been... a revelation. The way the two of them had just taken over. Molly's cunt dragging over her lips. Tara's hand buried inside her. Priya shuddered at the memory, her pussy hot and sopping under her fingers. And then Tara had sat on her face, grinding into her without letting up, while Molly ate her out. After that they'd finally managed to get off the living room floor and make their way somewhere more comfortable. The master bed was much bigger than the one in the guest room, easily able to hold three writhing, giggling women. They kissed and pinched and stroked one another, nipples finding their way between lips, fingers delving into slick pussies and massaging taut assholes. Eventually they'd fallen into a lewd sort of triangle. Priya eagerly licked Tara's cunt, Tara had head between Molly's thighs, and Molly latched onto Priya's clit.

Priya could barely suppress her moans, her fingers pushing into her lips as her hips rose from the bed. She dragged her nectar slicked digits from under the covers and stuffed them into her mouth, sighing as her own flavor consumed her senses.

Molly stirred next to her, pressing against Priya for a moment before her eyes opened. "Mmm, good morning," Molly said sleepily. "Are you going to share?"

Priya sent her hand back to her groin for a moment, making sure to soak her fingers, before presenting them to Molly. They kissed around the dripping digits, moaning quietly. Molly's hand slipped between Priya's thighs, fingers sliding along her slick cleft.

"Damn. Do you always wake up this wet?" Molly asked softly.

Priya let out a mewling little moan as Molly's fingers slipped into her. "Only when I wake up between a pair of beautiful women." She trailed off into a stuttering breath as Molly added a third finger and dragged them across her g-spot. She turned her head slightly to look over at Tara.

"Don't worry about her," Molly said. "She sleeps like a log." She leaned over Priya, capturing her mouth again, and began pumping her fingers into Priya's cunt, working out a series of wet squelches. " Goddamn, this is a sloppy pussy."

"Mmm hmm," Priya moaned. "You two just get me so wet." Her hips lifted off the mattress, trying to drive Molly deeper. "Just, oh fuck, just keep fucking me."

"I'm going to do more than that." Molly pulled her fingers from Priya, ignoring the other woman's whine of protest. She slid down Priya's torso, until she was kneeling between Priya's thighs. Molly grabbed Priya's knees and pushed them back. Priya's hips and torso lifted from the bed, until she was perched on her shoulders, most of her weight braced on Molly. "That's a good view," Molly said quietly. Priya's legs were over her shoulders, and she was wide open.

"Oh, fuck, Molly," Priya sighed. She crossed her ankles behind Molly's neck. "What are you going to do to me?"

"I have some ideas." Molly leaned in and dragged her tongue up Priya's cleft, pausing for a moment to flick across Priya's swollen clit. Then she moved lower, lapping at Priya's asshole with flat tongued licks. She grinned as Priya's moans rose an octave. "Have you always been such a butt slut?"

"Mmm, fuck. It's a r-recent development."

"I'm glad we could find something new to bring out in you." Molly massaged Priya's backdoor with a pair of fingers, drooling a blob of spit down onto the already slick orifice. "You seem so experienced already, I got a little worried that we wouldn't bring anything memorable to the table." She applied a bit more pressure, and Priya opened for her. Molly's fingers slid smoothly into Priya's asshole, until they were buried to the last knuckle.

Priya let out another warbling little moan, her core flexing. Molly just chuckled, pumping her fingers into Priya's ring, and brought her free hand up to stroke along Priya's lips until her fingers found Priya's stiff clit. "F-fuck," Priya said, shivering. A little splatter of girlcum erupted from her, splashing down onto her tits.

"Such a fucking juicy girl," Molly sighed. "I don't know if I've ever seen anyone squirt this much." As if to emphasize her point, another fat burst of nectar poured from Priya, running down her stomach and staining her cleavage. "I thought you weren't into watersports?"

Priya was a little busy trying to catch the rainfall of pre-orgasmic nectar that was launching from her pussy in increasingly gloopy arcs, her mouth open and her tongue extended. "That's different," she moaned when she finally had a moment to swallow.

"If you say so," Molly said. She pushed a pair of fingers into Priya's cunt, stroking across her g-spot, and added a third finger to Priya's stretched ass. "Why don't you go ahead and soak yourself for me?"

Priya couldn't do anything else. Molly was plunging into her, stuffing her pussy and her ass simultaneously. Another ragged moan poured from her throat. Her hips rocked, core flexing. The blast of nectar that exploded from her was a magnitude greater than anything that had come before. A fat rope of sticky lust landed right on Priya's face, splattering across her outstretched tongue and filling her mouth. Priya just swallowed it down and opened wide for more. Molly pushed her right over the edge again, fingers buried in her, working out splatter after splatter of nectar that soaked Priya's face and stained her tits.

When it was all over, Priya was a sloppy, gasping mess. Her hair was matted to the sheets, a wet stain spreading around her head. Nectar continued to ooze from her, running over her clit and down her belly. When Molly pulled her fingers from Priya a final eruption of girlcum poured out and soak Priya's tits one last time.

Tara stirred next to them, raising her head to look up sleepily. "What are you guys doing? It's way too early for this much activity." She pulled the comforter right around her, and was back asleep in moments.

*

"Probably another eighteen inches or so here," Devi said.

"Same here." Priya was munching on an English muffin, the phone tucked into the crook of her shoulder while she leaned up against the kitchen counter. She was wearing a borrowed bathrobe against the chilly air of the house. The heat took a minute to catch back up once it was turned up for the day. "I can't even really see the road."

"Oof, that sucks. I wish you had been able to make it here before the storm."

"Me too." Tara walked into the kitchen, and Priya gave her a fond smile. "I guess I'm lucky that I found a good place to land."

Tara slid up next to her, reaching out to undo the knot that held Priya's robe closed. Priya gave her a look and rolled her eyes, but she didn't try to stop her robe from falling open, shifting her shoulders so that it slipped down her back a bit. Tara palmed one of her breasts and Priya leaned into her hand, suppressing a moan as her swollen nipple pressed into Tara's hand. "What was that, Devi?"

"I said you have to watch out for those Vermont farm girls. Who knows what they're getting up to in those barns all winter long." Her sister let out a pleased little chuckle.

"Ha. As far as I can tell they're mostly just feeding the chickens." Priya pressed her mouth shut for a moment, not trusting herself to keep quiet while Tara swallowed up her nipple and then started kissing her way down Priya's belly. "And, um, uh, they make some pretty good drinks." Priya held in a moan as Tara found her pussy and lifted one leg over her shoulder. "H-how is my niece taking to the s-snow?"

"Oh, great. She isn't really interacting with it too much, but she'll be a real Vermont kid next year. We can't wait to go sledding." Devi paused. "Are you feeling alright? You sound a little shaky."

"Mmm hmm." Priya pressed the phone into her chest for a moment and let out a ragged gasp. Her hips rocked, dragging her lips back and forth on Tara's tongue. She looked down and gave Tara a look before bringing the phone back up. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired. I'm helping with chores, and these two farmers are really putting me to work. "

"I'd pay to see you doing manual labor," Devi said with a laugh.

"I bet you would." Priya figured her sister wouldn't want to hear the details of just how Tara and Molly were making her earn her keep. "Speaking of, I think I have to go. Chores await. Love you."

"Love you too. See you soon, I hope."

Priya sat the phone down and let out a full volume moan. "Fuck, Tara. While I'm on the phone with my sister?"

Tara looked up from between her thighs, her lips and chin glazed with Priya's nectar. "I didn't hear you say strawberry." She leaned back in, her tongue flicking across Priya's clit.

"Mmm, fuck. I guess you're right.".

"Of course I am." Tara slid a pair of fingers into priya. "Now, are you going to be a good slut and cum for me?"

"Mmm, yes mommy."

That made Tara chuckle into Priya. She wrapped her lips around Priya's clit and began pounding her fingers across Priya's g-spot. Priya let out a mewling little moan, pinching both of her nipples and starting to tug and stretch the swollen buds. Nectar was pouring out of her, worked up by the rapid thrusts of Tara's fingers, and dripping from Tara's chin to floor with audible plops. Priya bent her neck, pushed one breast up, and, at the limit of her flexibility, managed to capture her nipple between her teeth. She sucked and gnawed at herself, reveling in the spike of pleasure/pain. Her cunt was gushing now, soaking Tara's face and splattering onto the other woman's chest. The drop from the precipice of her climax was sudden and intense. Priya moaned whorishly around her nipple, eyes rolling in their sockets. Tara had to pull back, her tongue draped over her lower lip and girlcum drooling from her flooded mouth, and accept blast after volcanic blast of squirt that coated her chest and ran down her belly. Priya just shook and shivered. Her breast fell from her mouth, a tendril of spit whipping away from her as her mouth dropped open. She was still quivering when Tara stood. Their lips met with a moan and Priya shuddered in pleasure as her own flavor flooded her mouth. She couldn't get enough, licking and slurping at Tara's lips and tongue, nuzzling against her cheeks, and then bending to bathe the other woman's tits with her spit.

Molly chose that moment to join them in the kitchen. She was already dressed for the snow. "Goddamn, you two. We already have enough chores to do and here you are making another mess."

*

Chores that morning were pretty much the same as the last. A lot of shoveling, again, clearing the path up to the barn. Today, Priya got to help feed the chicks. They were cute little things, cheeping and chirping happily under their heat lamp.

"They look sweet," Tara said. "But they're dumb as hell. And I swear everyone of them has a death wish."

"Ah, no," Priya said with a smile, reaching into the pen to stroke her finger along one of the bird's downy backs. "They just perfect little babies."

That made Molly and Tara roll their eyes fondly. "Why don't you come out the back?" Molly said, gesturing towards the far end of the barn. "You'll want to see this."

The snow was even deeper out there, but Tara led the way, breaking a trail for the other two. Priya still struggled a little, she was quite a bit shorter than either of the farm girls, but she followed along gamely. Behind the barn there was a stand of trees, and they skirted around them until they came to a spot where the hills sloped gently away from the farm.

"Oh, wow," Priya said. The snow covered valley was laid out before them, picture perfect. Everything was blanketed in a thick layer of white, broken only by the occasion home, little trickles of smoke rising from chimneys. There wasn't a car moving in sight, and the air shimmered with little ice crystals. The sun was peeking out from behind the clouds, and illuminating the panorama with shocking brightness wherever it touched. "Don't ever give this view up for a desk, you guys. Trust me."

"Regretting the magazine life?" Molly asked. She was on one side of Priya, Tara on the other, both of their arms draped over her shoulders.

"You don't get this in an office building, that's for sure." Priya sighed. "There was a time I just wanted to open a bookstore. That would've been nice."

"Never too late," Tara said.

There weren't too many chores left to do after that, just a bit more shoveling. And so it wasn't too long before they were back at the house, and back in the hot tub. This time there wasn't even a token gesture towards bikinis, all three of them happily nude as they left the house and slid into the steaming water. Priya settled right in between Molly and Tara, their hands on her almost immediately.

"I know we've said it already," Molly said huskily, her palm resting on Priya's stomach. "But goddamn, Priya, you are just built for sex." Her hand slid upwards, fingers sinking into the flesh of Priya's breast, while she leaned in to kiss and nuzzle at Priya's neck.

"Hmm," Priya sighed happily. "That doesn't mean I don't want to hear it." She turned her head, finding Tara's mouth with her own. The kiss turned into a sudden gasp as Tara's fingers slid between her thighs.

"Slutty fuckin' pussy," Tara murmured, three fingers easily sliding between Priya's lips.

"It sure is," Molly moaned into Priya's neck. Her hand released its grip on Priya's breast and went south to join Tara, quickly finding Priya's swollen clit.

"Mmm, fuck," Priya moaned happily. "You guys are so good at this. How many stranded travelers have you seduced in this hot tub?"

Tara giggled. Her fingers slid across Priya's g-spot. "Oh, so many. We're running a regular hotel here."

"You should see us in the summer," Molly said. "Orgies every night for months."

"I like the sound of that." Priya said. A ragged groan spilled from her lips. "Oh, goddamn." Her hips rocked, dragging their fingers against her.

"Stand up," Molly said. "Let us see you."

Priya rose, water streaming down her skin. She should've been cold, but she was so hot instead, steam rising from her. She cupped her breasts. "What do you think?"

"So fucking sexy," Tara said quietly. She leaned in and kissed Priya's flank, turning her by the hips. She moved down, tongue tracing around Priya's belly button, along her smooth skin, over her mound, until she found the heat of her cunt. They moaned together as Tara split Priya's lips and licked her lips around Priya's swollen clit.

Molly stood behind her and reached around to place her hands over Priya's, applying a bit more pressure and sinking Priya's fingers into her breasts. "Such a perfect little toy." Molly kissed Priya's shoulder and then sank back down, tracking the line of Priya's spine, until she was kneeling in the water. Molly gave Priya's ass a sharp slap and then grasped her curves, spreading her open.

Priya moaned wantonly when Molly's tongue found her asshole. She pinched her nipples, adding a third source of stimulus, clit and ass and tits all connected in a burning network of pleasure. Molly and Tara felt it too, moaning into her as they ate her up, tongues slipping and sliding, chins bumping against each other as they burrowed into her. Priya's pussy was a sloppy mess, drooling all over both of them, and their efforts were only making it worse. "Oh, fuck!" Priya cried. Her core flexed, her pussy squirting out a gush of nectar.

Tara pulled back with a wet moan, strings of girlcum connecting her lips to Priya. "Good girl. Now bend over."

Priya did as she was told, turning and bracing herself on the edge of the hot tub. Tara was on her immediately, lips locked right back onto her cunt. Molly knelt next to her, reaching out to push a pair of fingers into Priya's asshole. There was room for more, and she added a pair of fingers from her other hand, stretching Priya open. Priya let out a high, whining moan, her entire body shivering in orgasm.

"Such a fucking buttslut," Molly said with a laugh.

Tara pulled away from Priya with a gasp, thick strands of nectar connecting her lips and chin to Priya's cunt. "She just gushed right in my mouth. Nearly drowned me." Tara leaned in to lap at Priya's gaping asshole for a moment, generating another slutty moan and a thick dribble of girlcum. "I think we need to take this up a notch, really push her limits. How does that sound, Priya?"

Priya looked back over her shoulder, an expression of pure need etched onto her face. "Whatever you want, just fucking use me. I'll do anything!" That last word trailed off into a stuttering cry as she came and squirted again.

They stumbled back inside in a jumble of burning skin, barely bothering to towel off. Tara and Molly each had a hand between Priya's cheeks, fingers pumping away at her backdoor. They guided her down to her knees and threw her forward onto the couch.

"How much do you think she can take?" Tara asked. She had four fingers buried to the last knuckle in Priya's stretched ass.

Molly dropped her hand down to Priya's drooling pussy, getting her fingers nice and coated in sticky lust. "Let's find out." She pushed her fingers in alongside Tara's, and then nodded to her partner. "You got her pussy first."

Tara gave Molly a fond grin and pulled her hand free. She reached up and grabbed a fistful of dark hair, tugging Priya's head back. "Are you ready to have your slutty ass fisted?"

Priya let out a sound of pure lust. "Mmm, oh my God. Fuck, just..." Her eyes were wide and rolling. She couldn't quite believe what was happening to her. "Just pound me. Fuck me as hard as you can."

"I like the sound of that," Molly said. She folded her thumb into her palm, applying pressure. Priya's ass, already worked over, any resistance softened by fingers, tongues, and who knew how many orgasms, welcomed the invading fist. "Oh, look at you..." Priya's asshole swallowed up Molly's hand.

A full body shiver rocked Priya's frame. She dropped her head back down to the couch, grasping the cushion in her teeth as a high pitched whine rose in her throat. Slut, fuck you're a slut, she thought. Just give you a warm bed to sleep in and you'll be a little fuck toy in return. "Mmmmmmm, fuck," she groaned, lifting her head up. A huge, wanton smile spread on her lips. "I love how that feels."

"I can tell, baby," Tara said. "Your pussy is drooling." She reached between Priya's thighs and massaged her sopping lips.

"Huh, holy shit." Priya's torso was heaving, her breath coming in big waves as Molly pushed a little deeper into her. Then the width of Molly's palm was withdrawing, stretching her just a bit wider, the fist exiting her ass with a wet pop. The sheer lewdness of the moment pushed Priya right over the edge. "Fuuuuuuuck!" She cried out, lifting her head and arching her back. A torrent of girlcum poured from her and soaked Tara's hand. Priya reached back, pushing them both away for a moment while her hips jerked, her asshole flexing open and closed. One of her hands found it out of pure instinct, and Priya eased four fingers into herself. Her other hand followed, and she began spreading herself wide open. "More..." she moaned softly.

Tara and Molly shared a look. "More?" Molly asked.

"Mmm hmm," Priya said quietly. Her ass was wide open, desperate to be filled.

Tara brought up her nectar soaked fingers and slid them into Priya, until he first was buried in Priya's asshole. "There you go, baby."

Priya dropped her head again and bit down hard on the cushions. A groan of pure, unbridled lust poured out of her as Tara pushed just a bit deeper into her ass. Her hips twitched as Tara withdrew, another gush of nectar erupting from her neglected pussy and splattering on the floor. She wasn't empty for long. Molly's hand was right back inside of her, filling her ass with heat. They traded back and forth in Priya, wet, lewd slurps and pops accompanying their conquest of her guts, her own breathy moans and the splatter of her cunt providing their own lustful harmony. Her core was heaving, eyes rolling back in their sockets, her teeth neatly ripping the cushion to shreds.

And they paused. Molly had just her fingers barely inside of Priya. Priya was just about to lift her head and ask why...

"I think she has more room," Molly said.

"Oh," Tara chuckled. "I bet she does."

Suddenly, even more fingers were pressing in alongside Molly. Priya turned her face towards the ceiling, a high keening moan flying from her throat as she was stuffed beyond any reasonable sense. The width of two palms spread her wide, two hands, two wrists delving into her. Her chest heaved, breath coming in stuttering waves as she nearly hyperventilated. Hands wrapped up in her hair, tugging her back even more, until a pair of lips were pressed to her ear.

"Fuck, you slut," Molly whispered. "We're holding hands inside of you."

Tara's hand reached around and cupped one of Priya's breasts, fingers pinching a deliriously swollen nipple. "How does it feel?"

"Sooommmmmmppppphhhh..." Priya's words dissolved into a sobbing moan for a moment. "So full. Fuuuuuck. Really good, really fucking good."

"I bet," Tara said with a moan of her own. She pulled her hand back, her palm stretching Priya for a moment, and then jammed herself back in. "Such a good girl."

Molly was pulling back, her hand exiting Priya and leaving her feeling somehow empty despite Tara's fist still occupying her ass. But Molly didn't give her a chance to miss her, diving back in with a wet squelch. "She is a perfect little plaything, isn't she?"

They took her together, hands slipping and sliding inside of her. Every now and again one of them would exit priya with a lewd slurp, taking a moment to coat their fingers in her freely flowing nectar or to deliver a sharp slap onto her ass. Molly and Tara were making out over her back, their breathy moans a softer counter point to Priya's increasingly shrill cries. They were exploring her depths, delving further into her than anyone had ever been, than anyone had any right to. The confused neurons of Priya's colon could only interpret the sensation as pleasure and what was left of her conscious mind was subsumed under a wave of lust until there was nothing left of her but raw, animal need. She was squirting and drooling, screaming up at the heavens until her throat was seared. Tears of joy rolled down Priya's cheeks, her mouth open in a rapturous smile. Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm tore through her, making her hips twitch, her core flex. Her neglected pussy erupted volcanically, thick, sticky gushes of girlcum coating her thighs and puddling on the floor. Her sight went dim, the world constricting down to a single point of immeasurable pleasure, and then she was gone.

When Priya came back to herself, she was propped against the couch, a warm body on either side of her. Hands were stroking across her belly and gently smoothing her hair. Comforting words were being whispered into her ear, but it took a moment for her mind to stitch itself together enough for Priya to understand them.

"Goddamn, Priya, that was..." Molly trailed off into an amazed sigh.

"Fucking incredible, is what it was," Tara said. "I've never seen someone get fucked like that before." Her hand slid up and she cupped one of Priya's breasts.

Even that light touch made Priya mewl whorishly. Her entire body felt ultra sensitive, her nerves sparking with pleasure. Tara pinched her nipple, and her hips twitched, a little splatter of girlcum launching from her to join the puddle on the floor. "H-holy shit, you guys." Priya's voice was ragged, and all she could manage was a barely audible whisper. She moaned softly as they pressed in on either side of her, lips and tongues gentle against her neck and along her collar bone. Tara leaned down and swallowed up one of Priya's achingly stiff nipples while Molly used a single finger under her chin to guide Priya into a kiss. She reveled in them for a moment, Tara's tongue flicking across her, Molly softly moaning into her, their hands drifting between her legs to stroke along her nectar slicked thighs before alighting on her engorged lips. Priya let them massage her for a moment, soft, wet noises emerging from her as they pressed into her exquisitely sensitive clit and split her lips. She tilted her hips up and one of them, she wasn't sure who, slid their hand down and pushed a pair of fingers into her asshole. Priya's breath stuttered, and she considered for a moment just giving in and letting them repeat their conquest of her ass. But...

Priya reached down and gently pulled their hands from her. She guided them to her mouth, sucking their fingers clean and relishing her own taste. Priya let her head drop back on the couch with a satisfied sigh. "I think I need a nap."

Molly decided to join her, and they walked hand in hand upstairs to the master bedroom. Tara, maybe because of how heavily she normally slept, wasn't much of a napper. So Molly and Priya had the bed to themselves. They didn't take advantage of the extra space, cuddling face to face, legs tangled, trading little kisses. Priya's nipples and her clit were still so sensitive and swollen, and as she shifted against Molly they dragged across her chest and pressed into her thigh, making Priya shiver. Their groping and stroking slowed together, and sleep took both of them under.

When Priya woke she was still facing Molly, their heads on the same pillow, noses nearly touching. It took just the slightest movement to make their lips meet. Molly sighed sleepily into her, lips and tongue working languidly against Priya's, still tangled bodies shifting together, slick cunts pressing into each other's thighs. Priya had the sudden, aching urge to taste the other woman and she rolled Molly onto her back. She kissed her way down, finding the hollow of Molly's throat, her swollen nipples, her belly button, and the neatly trimmed patch of hair topping her cleft.

Priya dragged her tongue up the deep valley of Molly's pussy and the two of them moaned together. Just the taste of her had Priya's own cunt sopping and she reached back between her thighs to massage her drooling lips. God, would she ever be the same after this? Part of her, maybe most of her, hoped not. Molly and Tara had unlocked something within her, her soaked pussy and her still gaping asshole could attest to that. Priya was not about to put that part of herself away anytime soon, if ever. She pursed her lips around Molly's clit and pressed her fingers into her own swollen button.

The two of them didn't need to speak, communicating solely through soft moans, the roll of their hips, the flex of their pussies. Molly had a hand wrapped up in Priya's hair, holding her tight against her cunt. Priya had one hand massaging and delving into her own sodden lips, the other pushing a pair of fingers into Molly. She curled her digits, rhythmically stroking them over Molly's g-spot. She applied a bit of suction to Molly's clit, her tongue slipping and swiping across it. Molly let out a mewling sound of pleasure, her back arching off the mattress. Her pussy clamped down on Priya's fingers, her thighs squeezing down on the other woman's head as her hips rocked and her core flexed. Molly wasn't as explosively juicy as Priya, but even so, her orgasm flooded Priya's mouth. Priya just moaned happily and drank down Molly's lust, her own cunt drooling out a torrent of nectar as she climaxed in turn.

When it was all over, Priya climbed her way back up Molly's body, leaving a smeared trail of nectar where her chin touched Molly's skin. She found Molly's lips and they kissed, moaning into each other as they shared her flavor. Their thighs pressed against each other, and they slowly rocked their hips as they writhed together, swollen clits and slick lips grinding against muscle.

"It looks like you two are having fun."

Priya and Molly released their lip lock and turned to see Tara leaning against the door frame, watching them.

"Hey, baby," Molly said. "You should come join us."

Tara grinned. "Normally, I'd jump right in there. But I just spent the last two hours fixing that railing up in the hayloft. So I'm sweaty and covered in little bits of hay." She started stripping off her clothes. "I'm taking a shower."

A hot, steamy shower was a luxury in the winter cold. It was even better when two gorgeous women could press themselves on either side of you and scrub you from top to bottom. And that was exactly the treatment that Tara was getting. Molly and Priya had jumped at the chance to join her under the water, and they didn't even give Tara the opportunity to wash herself. Instead, they took up the soap and shampoo and used the excuse to thoroughly touch every single inch of Tara.

"Mmm, fuck you two," Tara groaned. Molly was pressed against her front, using her own body to spread suds all over Tara's torso. Priya was behind her, rinsing the shampoo from her hair, hands massaging her back and drifting lower. "A girl could get used to this treatment."

"Mmm, I bet," Molly said with a smile. She leaned in and planted a passionate kiss on Tara, stopping only when her partner gasped raggedly. "Oh, what's she doing to you?"

Tara pressed her lips together for a moment, her eyes hooded. "Oh fuck, she's licking my ass."

Priya was squatting down behind Tara, her face pressed between the round globes of Tara's ass. She was giving Tara's backdoor long, flat tongued laps, moaning all the while.

"She is such a good little pet, isn't she?" Molly slid a hand down Tara's stomach and found her lover's clit. "How does she feel?"

"Really good, this is definitely not her first time eating a-" Tara's breath caught, her eyes going wide. "Mmm, that's it slut, finger my pussy." Tara reached behind her and took a handful of Priya's hair, pressing her tighter between her cheeks.

Priya just moaned into Tara and kept licking away. She was reveling in just how wanton these two were, how nothing was off limits. Her fingers were plunging up into Tara's pussy, getting soaked in her hot nectar. She could tell that Tara could take more and it was easy to add a third finger. And then her pinky. Priya pulled back from Tara's ass with a gasp. Strings of spit connected her lips to Tara's cheeks for a moment before the shower whisked them away.

"How much do you want?"

Tara turned slightly to look down at her, a whorish smile on her face. "Give me everything you have, baby."

Priya took a shaky breath, biting her lips and nodding. She tucked her thumb into her palm, gently easing into Tara. This was a first for her, fisting someone. She'd experienced a lot of firsts here on the farm, so what was one more?

Tara let out a happy groan, so clearly Priya was doing something right. "There you go, baby. Give me that whole hand." Her breath stuttered for a moment as Priya's palm slipped into her, her lips wrapping around Priya's wrist. "Now pound me. Don't be gentle."

"Oh, fuck," Priya said quietly. She pulled her hand back until her fingertips rested within Tara, and then pushed forward. Tara moaned raggedly, which only encouraged Priya. She thrust her fist again, harder and faster, and then again. Soon enough she had established a slick, wet rhythm, her hand plunging in and out of Tara. Priya let out a moan of her own and leaned back in to reapply her tongue to Tara's asshole.

"Mmm, shit. She's pretty good at that," Tara said. She leaned against Molly, letting her lover take her weight. "Fuck. Can you get my clit?"

Molly grinned and reached between Tara's thighs, her fingers resting lightly on Tara's swollen button. "Of course, baby." She started making little circles.

The three of them set up a languid, comfortable rhythm. Priya's fist slipping in and out of Tara's sopping pussy, her tongue lapping away at Tara's ass. Tara and Molly were moaning into each other, Molly's fingers stroking at Tara's clit. Priya had her free hand busy between her own thighs, her needy button aching for attention. Tara's cunt flexed and quivered around her fist, girlcum running down her forearm. She was entering into a flow state, the sheer debauchery of the moment, of the last days, sending Priya down a spiral of sensation. She moaned wantonly as she drew out her own climax, a fountain of nectar squirting from her. Tara wasn't far behind, and Priya felt the moment she came, the velvet heat of Tara's pussy clamping down on her and squirming around her fist. It was intense enough that Tara reached back and pushed Priya away.

Priya rocked back on her heels, stumbling until she plopped down on her ass. The shower didn't have a chance to clean the girlcum from her fingers before she stuffed the digits in her mouth. She moaned at Tara's taste, her other hand a blur on her clit. Another climax poured through her, leaving her entire core flexing and shaking, a fresh blast of squirt erupting from her pussy to be whisked away by the falling water.

It took Priya a moment to realize that the girls had turned to look down at her feral grin on their faces. She smiled up at them, pulling her girlcum soaked digits from her mouth. "Now what?"

*

The first plow truck since the storms began went down the road in front of the farm during breakfast.

Molly turned to look out the window as it went by. "There they are. If the town crew is taking care of our road, that means the main roads should be good to go." She looked down at Priya. "I guess that means you'll be leaving us today."

Priya was under the table, face down in Tara's pussy. It had been a long night. The girls took her, over and over again, her pussy, her ass, her mouth nothing but toys for their pleasure. She hasn't slept so much as occasionally passed out, inevitably waking with one or both of the girls on her, in her. Tara and Molly had taken her to her limits, and then pushed right past them. She'd been stretched, fisted over and over again. Her pussy had gushed so much girlcum that it was shocking she wasn't just a dehydrated husk. Priya had tried to give as good as she got, eating them out like it was her last meal, her hand buried to the wrist in Tara, fingers pushed into Molly's asshole. But it was always two on one, and when the sun finally rose and illuminated the scene of pure debauchery in the bedroom, Priya was nearly shattered. Her mind a haze of lust and cum, her skin glazed with their mixed fluids. They'd managed to rinse off in the shower, but even the touch of water to Priya's ultra sensitive skin sent her into shivers of pleasure.

She honestly wasn't sure how she was supposed to go back to the real world after this.

Priya hasn't bothered to dress, and when they sat down for breakfast she just slipped under the table and made a beeline for Molly. She breakfasted on nectar, going between the two other women again and again. This was her third pass at Tara, and the flavor of girlcum was omnipresent on her tongue. But hearing about the plows brought her back to the real world. She slid out from under the table, standing on shaky legs and wiping her chin clean with one hand. Priya looked out the window, seeing a recognizable road for the first time since she arrived.

"Oh," she said quietly. "I was starting to think I fell into never never land."

That made Tara laugh. "Not quite. But I think we've had a pretty magical time."

Priya smiled. "Without a doubt." She looked around, suddenly unsure of what to do. "I guess I should pack up and get going?"

Molly stood and joined Priya by the window. "Well, don't be so hasty. That was just the first pass. And with that rental car..." Her hand slid along Priya's belly and she planted a little kiss onto her shoulder. "You should give them a little more time to clean things up."

Priya tilted her head and captured Molly's lips for a moment. "Any ideas how we should pass the time?"

Tara slid up alongside them, cupping one of Priya's breasts. "I'm sure we can figure something out."

They made out, trading her mouth back and forth while their hands explored her body, pinching her nipples and massaging her aching pussy. Slowly, and with much fumbling, they guided Priya back towards the kitchen table. Her back touched the wood, but she kept going, crawling up onto it until she was splayed out among the breakfast dishes. Molly still had her lips locked to Priya's mouth, and they only broke apart when Priya gasped raggedly.

"What are you doing down there?" Molly asked.

"Getting right to the point," Tara said with a sultry chuckle. Her fingers were massaging Priya's lips, getting coated in nectar. She slid a pair in, digits pressing against Priya's g-spot. "Goddamn, this pussy," she murmured, bending down to swallow up one of Priya's nipples.

"Mmm, fuck," Priya mewled. Her hips rocked as Tara added in a third finger, and then a fourth. "Please," she moaned. "Give me everything."

"You know I can't say no to that." Tara folded her thumb into her palm and applied a bit more pressure. Priya's cunt, fully accustomed to taking their fists, gave just the right amount of resistance as Tara filled her.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned. Her breath was coming raggedly, chesting rising and falling as her body absorbed the pleasure that Tara was drawing from her.

"How does it feel?" Molly asked. She knew the answer, but she liked to hear Priya say it.

"Mmm, so good," Priya sighed. "God, I love how you two make me feel."

"Oh, we know baby." Molly sent a hand down to find Priya's clit, two fingers eagerly circling the swollen button. Her other hand wrapped up a big handful of Priya's hair, tugging her face forward. "Now, I want you to coat these fat fucking titties and this beautiful slutty face in squirt. Can you do that for me?"

Priya was already shaking, her core and hips writhing uncontrollably as Tara plunged into her. She reached down and grabbed her thighs, tilting her hips to get the angle right. "Oh, God yes I caaaaaaan!" Tara tugged her hand free in time for a thick gush of nectar to explode from Priya. The arc of girlcum splashed down onto her cleavage and splattered Priya's chin. She just opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue. More blasts of squirt followed, and she took them all, eyes crossed, tongue dripping drool and nectar down to her chin. After a good half dozen volcanic twitches, Priya was thoroughly glazed in her own lust, belly and tits and face dripping with herself.

"Not bad, sweetie." Molly's hand slid lower, easily slipping into Priya's now empty pussy. "But that was just foreplay. Wasn't it, babe?" The last was directed at Tara.

Tara lifted up her nectar soaked hand and grinned. "That's right. We can let you leave without giving you everything." She pressed her fingertips against Priya's asshole. They'd taken her so many times in the night that it was child's play to fill her, Priya's ring stretching obscenely around her fingers and her palm.

"Oh, holy fuck!" Priya cried. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets, mouth hanging open in a slack moan. This wasn't her first time getting double stuffed by these two, but it felt amazing every time. Her core flexed, toes spreading and grasping as they took her. Molly and Tara were pros at fucking her by this point, and they set up an easy rhythm as they plunged in and out of her. Priya came, girlcum splattering out of her, her pussy and ass grasping and flexing at the invading fists. "Ohmigod," she moaned. "M-molly, uh fuck, please, uh!"

"What do you want, baby? Tell me."

Priya could hardly think. Her eyes were crossing and rolling, drool was hanging from her chin. But she knew what she needed. "Please put your hand in my ass!"

Molly and Tara smiled at each other. "Goddamn this is fun," Molly said. She tugged her hand from Priya's cunt in a shower of nectar. It was only a short trip to join Tara.

Priya's entire body quaked when Molly slid into her ass alongside Tara. There was a tiny, miniscule part of her mind that was still rational. And it wondered how she had gone her entire life without feeling this, this exquisite stretch, this surrender to pleasure. She wasn't about to go without it again. The rest of her mind had given up all its higher functions, reverting back to some base animal programming. She shook, and screamed, and squirted. Her chest heaved, her core flexed. Fat ropes of lust erupted from her empty pussy, coating her tits and filling her slack mouth.

"Oh my fuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhmmmmmpppphhhhhhhh!" Priyas eyes rolled back until there was nothing showing but the whites. Drool ran from her mouth and dropped from her chin. She was soaked in herself, tits and stomach coated in nectar, her hair slick with it. Molly and Tara didn't let up, stuffing her ass over and over, taking her deeply and completely. Molly still had one hand bound up in her hair, keeping her face tilted forward. Her hands were gripping her own thighs hard enough that she was guaranteed to have bruises. The orgasms came in a continuous wave, rolling through her, conquering her nervous system, pounding her mind and her very sense of self into a slop of lust. The world contracted down to a pinprick.

Priya came back to herself some unknown amount of time later. She was still bent in half on the table. Molly and Tara were still feeding their fists into her ass, though they had slowed from the brutal conquest of her depths, transitioning into something more gentle. Priya's eyes fluttered open, and she let out a quiet, contented moan.

"There she is," Tara said softly.

"God, you two," Priya said, a huge blissed out smile on her face. Her mouth dropped open as they both pressed deep into her, one last gush of nectar erupting from her and adding to the glaze coating her tits. "So good..." She trailed off into a happy sigh.

"I'm going to miss this ass," Molly said, gently extracting herself from Priya. Tara did the same, leaving her gaped and flexing. "And this pussy." Molly stroked a pair of fingers along Priya's flushed and soaked lips, alighting atop Priya's clit and making little circles.

"I'm going to miss these tits," Tara said, leaning down for a moment to swallow up one of Priya's nipples.

Priya reached out and they helped her up to a sitting position. She pulled them down to her, and they kissed, a three way mess of lips and tongues, her flavor rich on their tongues. "Mmm, wow. I'm going to miss both of you." A smile spread on her lips. "This has been one hell of a vacation so far."

"Well, the next time you visit your sister you'll just have to swing by the farm for a quick visit," Molly said.

"Visit?" Priya asked with a giggle. "The next time I'm in Vermont I'm taking a whole extra week off to spend time with you guys. If you'll have me?"

"Have you?" Tara asked. "We're taking everything you have to give the next time you're here."

After such an intense send-off, the rest of Priya's time on the farm was somewhat anticlimactic. She showered, packed, and soon enough she was back out in the snow. At least this time the path was shoveled and her unsuitable shoes and pants weren't as much of a problem.

"You know where to find us," Molly said, pulling her into a deep hug.

"And you have our numbers," Tara said. "So we expect plenty of fun texts from you."

"I promise, as long as you guys don't forget about me."

"Never," Molly said.

The drive to her sister's place couldn't have been more different. The roads were clear and her GPS worked. Priya actually had a chance to take in the snow covered sights that she had missed the first time. She could see why Devi moved here, it really was beautiful.

Hardwick was a cute little town, with a charming downtown strip. As Priya drove through, something caught her eye. A storefront, recently shuttered, the sign above saying that it used to be a bookstore. There was a for sale sign in the window.

Priya slowed the car and got a good look.

"Now there's an idea."