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   The Graveyard Shift by Uther Pendragon nogardneprethu@gmail.com

   MF cheat

   The whole nursing staff was bored with jokes about how close the
hospital was to the cemetery.  Carol kept her delight in that proximity
very quiet.  She drove off from the parking lot as though she were headed
home.  There was nothing for her at home, though -- nothing for hours, damn
little was there at all.

   Getting Judy to kindergarten on his way to work was Jack's job.  Hers
was to pick her up.  They were still functioning well as parents, however
badly they functioned as lovers.  A year ago, she had thought that the
magic had gone out of her marriage.  After she met Gary, she realized that
there never had really been any magic in her marriage -- not the sort of
magic that Gary brought to every encounter.

   Gary met her at the cemetery's truck gate and let her in.  He locked it
behind her before they kissed.  As always, his first kiss was gentle and
sweet.

   "Hello," he said when he straightened away from her.

   "Good morning." She wanted more kisses, but she waited, knowing that she
would get them.

   "That it is, now that you're here." He bent again to kiss her, holding
her head while their mouths opened.  He stroked down her back and gripped
her butt to pull her against him.  When he straightened this time, he
lifted her.  She threw her arms around his neck to hold on.  His legs
rubbed against the insides of hers as he carried her along.  When he set
her down, they were still outside.  His hands went to the zipper on the
back of her uniform.

   "Here?  Outside?" she asked.

   "Nobody comes here." And she saw that he had his mower parked across the
cinder path.  She started to think of other objections, but his lips were
on her neck, and she stopped thinking at all.  He kissed one part of her
and then another while he took her uniform off.  He came back to her mouth
while he unhooked her bra.  He licked her nipples while he took off his own
shirt.  As they had a hug, skin against skin, his thatch of chest hair
teased her nipples.  She breathed in his odor, masculine sweat.

   He kissed her breast and down her belly while stripping the pantyhose
and panties down to her ankles.

   "Gary!" Her legs were totally shackled.  When he lifted her this time,
his mouth was pressed to her delta.  She grabbed the back of his head while
looking around.  Even up this high, she couldn't see anyone.  He set her
down on scratchy cloth.  She sank down, but not far down.

   "I put a blanket over a bag of grass clippings," he said.  He removed
her shoes and took her pantyhose and panties all the way off.  He kissed up
the inside of her leg.  She knew where his mouth was going, and she was
equally aroused and embarrassed.  But when he licked her cleft, she was
only aroused.  She clutched his head to her center and kicked her feet in
the air.  She was almost there when he abandoned her.

   "Gary?" He couldn't leave her like this.  He didn't.  Suddenly, he
covered her.  She hadn't noticed his pants going down, but his naked legs
were between hers.  And his naked cock was at her entrance.

   "Gary!"

   "Love." He was smooth going in, but so much of him went in.  He was
half-again as thick as Jack and much longer.  Having filled her, he moved
from side to side, scratching his groin against hers.  He moved in and out
with excruciating slowness.  When he clasped her breasts in his hands and
rubbed his hard thumbs over her nipples, she went over.

   He stopped moving for a moment, and she grabbed his butt to pull him
further into her.  Then she felt the smooth, but oh-so-slow, strokes
through the rhythmic clutches of her cunt.  He stopped his motions when her
climax passed.  He kissed her deeply though her gasps.  He raised his chest
from hers and looked into her eyes from a yard away.

   His metronomic strokes began again.

   "I can't," she groaned.

   "Oh, yes you can.  You always say that." He stared at her while moving
in and out.  She blushed.  Whatever they had done before, she couldn't
respond again.  While she was thinking that, however, she began to respond.
He increased his pace slightly, and she was almost there.  She thrust up
into his strokes as he bent down over her.

   Then she was there.  Above her, she felt his chest hair rasp her
nipples. Within her, she felt him pulse against her pulsations.

   Beneath her, she felt the graveyard shift.

   The end The Graveyard Shift Uther Pendragon nogardneprethu@gmail.com

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