Free Efrem by Mallory Hall

bolts on the housing—after reconnecting the ground wire—she told him about the downed fences.
    “You’ve discovered downed fences for the last week and now have gasoline poured into your water system.”
    “I didn’t say gas was poured into the water…”
    How else would gasoline get into a closed, electric water system?
    “Hmm.”
    “Yeah,” he said. “Hmm.”
    “You think Dan did it? The fences and the water?”
    “I don’t know who did it, or if anyone did anything. But it does seem convenient for you to start having problems you’ve never experienced before as he’s challenging your grandfather’s will.”
    “I’ll be damned.”
    “Not if I have anything to do with it. Come on.” He took her hand and headed for the house.
    “Wait. Where are we going?”
    “To finish what you started.”
    Laughing, she shook her head. “Don’t you want dinner?”
    He swung her around until she was in front of him. “I am hungry, but no steak will satisfy me right now.”
    The tingles raced along her nerve endings. “Not even if it’s…raw?”
    “That does it.” He took off again.
    Her giggles were unsophisticated, but she was having too much fun to worry about it. “Just what did I start?”
    “If you’re worried about me eating, ahem, consider the barn an appetizer.”
    They were on the stairs heading for her bedroom. He hustled her up the last couple of steps, down the hall, and through her door. Before it clicked shut he stripped her pants down, pulled one leg out, placed her on the bed, and feasted.
     
    * * * *
     
    Her scent filled his nose while his tongue circled the tight bundle of nerves hidden between her labia. The entrance to her pussy was slick and smooth, and wet. He fingered her, sucked her, tongued her, ate her up. She squirmed and wiggled, moaned and sighed, then exploded with a deep, devastating orgasm.
    He opened his jeans, pulled his cock out, and stuck it deep and hard inside her. He pushed her legs up and open so he could see where they joined, became one. Her flesh was wet and red, pulsing with pleasure. His dick was hard, an angry red, as it sought its home up by her womb. He jerked his hips , slapping her with his body. His nuts—the ones he never dropped—swung back and forth with the action of his hips. At one point he thought he felt her butt cheeks squeeze them as they swung forward. It drove him further into the void created by their lovemaking.
    He pulled out abruptly. Lisa moaned and looked at him, then down to where his cock pulsed in the cool air. His gaze followed hers. The ridge around its head was purple with lust and desire. She reached out to touch him but he would have gone off like a kid if she made contact.
    He flipped her over, pulled her up on her knees, and spread her open. His cock knew what it wanted and aimed straight for her. As it slipped inside, he was distracted by her anus. It quivered and clenched. He wet a finger with her juices and circled it playfully. He forgot to pump his hips while he played with his new toy. He pressed and let his finger slip inside just a tiny bit. Lisa went still. He stopped with the tip of his finger inside her ass. She gripped his finger with her anus and released. He groaned and slid his dick in, then out. Then he pushed his finger in a bit deeper, pulled it almost all the way out, but her anus grabbed him again.
    In tandem, he pushed his finger and his dick in. He backed off, then pressed them both deep inside her. She whimpered and clenched every appendage of his she had control of. He shuddered. Both went in, both came out. He picked up speed, lost his rhythm, caught it again, and picked up more speed. His own climax was approaching. Distracted now by the pressure building in his lower body—and his heart—he relinquished his hold on her butt, grabbed her hips, and lost the rhythm again as he jerked with the force of his climax. Just before finishing, he stuck his still wet finger deep into her rectum, reached