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LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

Mary Ellen was thirty years old.  She was sleek, firm, slender and
beautiful in a gentle blonde way. When she walked down the street,
modestly and stylishly dressed as always, men, women and adolescents
turned their heads to look at her stunning attractiveness.  Her face was
nordic, with delicate, symetrical features, blue eyes and roseate lips. 
She was tall, almost six feet in height, and her limbs were alluringly
shapely.  Her breasts were sufficient, not grossly large, and one
supposed that, when free of her garments, they poked straight out
without any sag.

Mary Ellen, thirty years old and beautiful, was a virgin.  She had never
known a man or a woman sexually, because, until a few weeks previously,
she had been a nun.  At age fourteen she had given herself to her
church, and she had been sheltered by it for over fifteen years, until
Mary Ellen realized that she was no longer a believer in the same way as
her fellow nuns, and that she wanted to taste the world.

She had family money and, so, was quite independent.  She relished her
new freedom, but she did not really know what she would do with it.  She
loved beauty.  She found it in nature; in trees, mountains and flowers. 
She observed it in animals and in people.  Persons who were generally
considered by the world to be ugly could be beautiful to Mary Ellen, if
they possessed certain intellectual, or rather, spirtual qualities. 
Those people seemed to hover above the rest of mankind for our former
nun.  She had known a number of them in the past, nuns, clerics and lay
people, and they had always inspired her.

Mary Ellen blushed in private, when she knew that she would experience a
sexual relationship with another person.  She looked forward to it.  As
a young girl she had masturbated, but then, for the next half of her
life she had resisted touching herself.  She had avoided giving herself
sexual pleasure.  She prayed most desperately, when her urges tempted
her without mercy.  Our former nun was an educated woman who had an MS
in biology, awarded, cum laude, by a Jesuit college.

She wondered about her future as she walked down Ninth Street in
Cleveland, on her way to meet with her new financial advisor at Peat,
Marwick and Mitchel, a man whom she had not yet met, but who came with
the most glowing recommendations.  It was a gorgeous morning in Spring,
and Mary Ellen was happy with the world.

She was on time, as usual, and was taken by a secretary into the office
of the man who would manage the considerable legacy which she had
inherited from two parents and four grand parents.  The only certain
thing that she had in mind as she entered the office was that she wanted
to establish an endowment for  a  poor church that struggled to provide
food for its impoverished neighborhood on the near west side.

Jack Martin was a thirty seven year old man with a BA from Chicago, a
MBA from the Warton School, and a law degree from Princeton.  He was a
serious guy and not full of himself.  He was startled by the prettiness
of his new client as she walked across the room to his desk, moving so
confidently and in complete control.  For years he had dreamed about
such a woman, and there she was in his office.  Jack managed to retain
his professional composure, and the two of them, over the course of
almost two hours, decided how Mary Ellen's millions would be invested. 
Then they were finished with their business.  In a strong, professional
voice Jack suggested that they retire to the executive dining room and
share lunch.  Mary Ellen agreed.  She was intrigued by the handsome man,
who was her height and in apparent good shape.  He wore no wedding ring,
and she learned over lunch that he had never married..  Jack would not
dare to ask her for a date, although he was very much drawn to her.  On
a flimsy pretext that was not valid Jack arranged for Mary Elllen to
return to his office the next day to sign some papers.

That night Mary Ellen thought about the lovely man she had met that
day.  Jack, less spirtual than Mary Ellen,  masturbated that night in
the shower, his eyes closed, imaging the face of the beautiful woman who
had graced his office.

                                                                 * * *

Jack Martin had a very sharp mind and was very tough, but people who did
not know him misjudged him, because he looked so young and fresh, like
an innocent.  He was 37  but he looked at least ten years younger.  He
was very blonde.  His face was smooth and boyish. He smiled readily and
was generally very friendly.  When acting as a professional, however,
his easy demenor changed to that of a strict disciplinarian; he knew the
laws, the rules and the angles.  He had made millions for others and
over a million for himself.

Jack was, essentially, a shy man, and his boyish pleasantness was really
an act, one which he employed to cope with meeting other people, people
who played their own games back at him.  Jack sat at his large desk and
thought about Mary Ellen, who did not play any game at all.  He resolved
to get to know her better, perhaps to take her to dinner.  Jack was
sorely troubled by Mary Ellen, who, he thought, threatened to take
control of his life.

He had always avoided commitment, to bonding with another person. He
never dated as a teenager, although he had been a very popular boy.  He
thought that life was a game in which one was judged winner or loser by
the amount of tokens one had amassed.  Ever since he became a paperboy
at eleven, Jack had been a winner.

Jack had as much need for sexual release as the other boys in his
school, but he did not run around in circles performing dating rituals. 
Early on he realized that he was very attractive, that older females
enjoyed the sight of him.  This was made certain to him, when a new,
young teacher in his eight grade English class touched him on his cheek,
when the rest of the class had left.  He did not shy away from the
woman, who was only twenty three and beautiful.  He let her palm his
cheek.  He leaned against her, encourging her, but the woman regained
her composure abruptly and sent him on his away.

At the same age that Mary Ellen went to the convent to find spirtual
fulfilment Jack set out to seduce his English teacher.  All he had to do
was to linger after class and to stand close to her.  She could not
resist his prettiness.  She risked all, eventually, and took him into
her arms.  She taught him how to kiss properly that afternoon, and later
that evening they met at her apartment, where Jack, at age fourteen,
lost his virginity in glorious pleasure.  Ever since he wondered why
people called what he and she had done together child abuse.  That
penetration of her slender body and his subsequent monstrous orgasm had
made him a man.

>From that time on Jack preferred older females, women who could pleasure
him and whom he could pleasure in return without commitment.  That is
what disturbed him about Mary Ellen.  She was as innocent as a young
child, and Jack could not play his usual game with her.

* * *

Two days after having met Mary Ellen Jack got a fax from Marsha, the
editor in chief of a very popular fashion magazine.  She would be in
town in three days and would stay overnight.  Jack was delighted.  He
had fucked Marsha six times before, and he knew that she was an absolute
animal in bed.  Marsha was 49 years old, but in splendid condition. 
Jack arranged his schedule so that he would have the night free for her
in his spacious house in Shaker Heights.

To the public Marsha appeared to be a driven female executive, spurning
commitment and family building to pursue her career.  And she was that,
but she was something more.  She was a female who loved men; pretty men,
younger men.  Jack was her favorite.  He had the sleek form of an
athelete, with scant body hair.  He had a boyish face, but his apparatus
was impressive, long and thick.  He also knew how to use it.  Marsha
could let herself go with Jack.  She could put aside her commandeering,
board room presence, and, with him, become again just a girl on a
frolic.  He could do things with her body that no one else had ever
achieved.  She lost her reserve and screamed aloud in orgasm, again and
again, when he took charge of her.

* * *

When Jack and Marsha fucked it was almost a contest about who could be
more violent.  They would first work themselves into a frenzy with oral
sex in a sixty nine configuration, lying on their sides.  They would
bite each other's thighs, leaving teeth marks.  Marsha would engulf
Jack's large cock, not minding her teeth, scraping him.  Jack would not
be gentle with Marsha's clit, and the woman would go wild, crying out
without inhibition, biting Jack's cock, but not too hard.  Then Jack
would climb upon the panting woman and plunge his seven inch cock into
her with a single stroke, forcefully.  They would slam at each other, 
kissing as they fucked, harder and harder, faster and faster.  Marsha
would dig at Jack's shoulder's and back with her nails.  Jack would suck
a hicky on Marsha's neck.  It was Marsha who came first, because Jack
had such control that he could fuck all night, if he wanted, without
having an orgasm.  Marsha would shout out obsenities and love words, her
arms flailing, her head rolling back and forth as her body arched,
pressing against Jack, and then she would scream.
So much for the icy cold, female executive, Jack would think, as he
arranged his mind for his own orgasm, which was always splendid with
Marsha, pounding her violently, grunting out his semen.

That was how it usually went with the two of them.  But after Jack had
met Mary Ellen things had changed.  His foreplay and fucking with Marsha
was just as before, and the woman drew blood as she scratched him in her
orgasm.  But Jack could not come until he imaged the beautiful face of
Mary Ellen in his mind.  Then he slowed his fucking, lost his violence,
because he knew that Mary Ellen would want gentle loving.  Jack eased
his thrusts, embrassed the woman beneath him gently, saw Mary Ellen's
face, and, moving his cock in and out in short, soft jabs he spurt forth
ecstactically into the woman beneath him, the surrogate of Mary Ellen.

* * *

Mary Ellen had seen Jack twice in his office on matters dealing with her
financial affairs.  On the second occasion, when he invited her to
dinner, she thought that she had responded too quickly, although she was
eager for the date.  She had absolutely no experience in such social
rituals.  When she assented to Jack's invitation, perhaps too loudly as
well as too quickly, she blushed as she looked Jack directly in the
face.  She noticed that his visage suddenly softened, and his mouth
opened as though he were about to say something, but he said nothing. 
They stared at each other for a few seconds,  and she realized from his
expression that he had a special feeling for her, a deeply sincere
emotion.

They arranged to meet the following weekend..  Mary Ellen left his
office giddy like a schoolgirl.  Jack sat down at his desk and could
think only of the magnificent person who had just left, a woman who had
broken through his defenses without trying or even being aware of it. 
He could not concentrate on his work.  The elegant, slight odor of her
fragrance lingered in his nostrils.  He pushed papers and file folders
back and forth on his desk aimlessly, and then gave up on the thought of
work.  He cancelled his afternoon appointments and went home.  When he
got out of his car in front of his garage, he noticed some bushes of
lilac next to the driveway, plants which in the past he had ignored. 
The bushes were abloom, pink and white, their fragrance filling the
still air.  He thought that their smell was crude, compared to the
gentle scent of Mary Ellen.  That evening Jack drank a couple of vodkas
too many and fell asleep in his leather chair, where he awoke the next
morning with a painful crick in his neck and a sour stomach.  He
showered, and he could not resist masturbating, the image of Mary
Ellen's lovely face in his mind behind his closed eye lids. The next day
he found some further sexual release with Marsha.

The day on which he was to take Mary Ellen to dinner dragged on and on.
He struggled through the routine, not discovering some splendid scheme
to make money, which he had done so often in the past.  He tried not to
think of her, but he failed miserably.  He kept looking at his watch,
urging the time forward without success.  Then, finally, the work day
was over and Jack returned to his house to dress for dinner with Mary
Ellen.

* * *

Mary Ellen showered at about six, two hours before she was to join Jack,
after which she stood naked before a full length mirror in her
bedroom..  She thought that she looked attractive, not quite aware of
her incredible beauty.  Her breasts, not too large, creamy white, like
the rest of her flesh, jutted straight out and were surmounted with
small roseate nipples.
Her tummy was flat with just a tad of fleshiness.  Her limbs were
gracefully formed, slender but not gaunt, with sufficient flesh to make
them soft looking.  Mary Ellen had learned the way of modern, stylish
women.  Her legs and armpits were shaved and her pubic bush was
tastefully trimmed.  If the mirror were a man, it would have shattered.

When she finished dressing, she looked modest, tasteful and expensive. 
She sipped a glass of water as she waited for Jack to call for her,
wondering  about the evening ahead.  She did not know what would happen
between the two of them, although she had already decided that she would
let Jack take charge of her and do what he wanted.  She trusted the man.

Jack drove his Jaguar through the gates of Three Villages in Beachwood
and collected Mary Ellen, whose appearence, whose beauty left him with
an awkward open mouth for a few seconds.  She seemed to him to be the
essence of feminine purity and grace.  Her smile at their meeting
unnerved him; it glowed at him.  He wondered that any person could be so
beautiful.  He touched her elbow as he guided her into his car,  the
feel of her skin jolting him.  He knew that he, a man who had always
been in control, had lost it with Mary Ellen.

They dined at a lovely restaurant, although they were unmindful of the
food before them.  They stared at each other, forgetting the meal. 
Jack's finger touched one of hers.  He clasped her hand gently, and she
squeezed back. He could not believe that she was there for him.  He knew
that she was a naive virgin, just out of the convent, yet she seemed to
him to be ready for a physical, sexual relationship.  He would not
believe it.  He dismissed it as wishful thinking.  He suddenly realized
that he loved the woman, and he did not want to endanger their
relationship by pushing forward too fast.  Yet she squeezed his hand and
looked straight into his face with a demure smile.

They had at first conversed banally, but soon words failed them.  They
then began to communicate with their eyes and their smiles,
comprehending each other perfectly.  They left the restaurant, their
meals scarcely touched.  As they drove in silence to Jack's house, Mary
Ellen sat close to him and then leaned her head on his shoulder.  Jack
stared straight ahead, knowing that in his state of excitement he could
run the car off the road.  He was enflamed, but not by lust, but by
something that he had never before experienced, by a helpless yearning
which was not yet defined.  Mary Ellen soon leaned her body against
Jack's, the scent and feel of her causing his throat to ache.  She was
totally submissive and trusting.

* * *

They entered the house and then stood close to each other in the foyer,
their faces inches apart.  They were the same height.  Jack palmed the
softness of her left cheek, and Mary Ellen turned her head to kiss his
hand.  They embraced with gentleness, and Jack breathed deeply her
slight, exquisite odor.  Then they kissed, her first ever.  The touch of
his lips on hers was not electric, but it was unworldly.  She didn't
pucker; she did not know to do so. Jack put forward his tongue to lick
her delicious lips and he soon encountered the tip of hers coming out to
play.  They stood in the foyer as Jack taught Mary Ellen to kiss.  They
became overwhelmed with joy.  They began to tickle each other and
giggle.  Jack then put his hands on her upper arms, held her back from
him , and his eyes said that he loved her.  Her radiant smile told him
that she had recieved the message and that she reciprocated.

They did not speak.  It was unnecessary.  They sat together on the couch
in the living room and snuggled for a long while, in no hurry for
anything, knowing that they had forever.  Mary Ellen surprised herself
by her boldness, when she began to lick Jack's neck.  He cuddled her
head, stroking it,  his power and authority forsaken, finding himself on
the same plane of innocence as his cherished Mary Ellen.  He cupped her
left breast and she nibbled on his earlobe lovingly.  They kissed,  and
kissed some more, pushing their bodies together, Jack's hand fondling a
handful of exquisite, firm tittie.  When Jack began to unbutton her
blouse, Mary Ellen looked into his face with a certain nervousness.  She
spoke aloud, and asked him to let her to go into his bedroom alone.  She
palmed his cheek, quickly kissed his lips and said that he could join
her in a few minutes.  Jack understood her modesty, kissed her with his
hand on the back of her blonde head, and watched as she retreated to his
bedroom upstairs, promising himself that her would lick every inch of
her shapely calves.

* * *

Jack soon heard the shower running upstairs and knew that he a few
minutes.  He went to the rec room in the basement, stripped and also
took a brief shower, afterwhich he covered his naked body in a terry
clolth robe.  He then climbed upstairs and went to his bedroom.  The
door was ajar.  He pushed it open and went into the room., which was
dimly illuminated by the light coming from the bathroom.  Mary Ellen was
in bed with the sheet pulled up to her neck.  Jack walked to the bed and
looked down at the lovely woman.  She looked extremely nervous, almost
in a panic.  Jack sat on the bed, his robe pulled tightly around him. 
He leaned down until his face was a couple of inches from hers.  He
petted her golden head and gazed lovingly into her frightened face.  He
whispered love words and pledged himself to her forever, admitting to
himself that the woman had conquered him totally.  Mary Ellen gave him a
wan smile, whispering love words in return.  He kissed her lips gently,
a slight peck, a flick of his tounge.  Mary Ellen pulled her bare arms
from beneath the sheet and put them around Jack's neck.  They kissed for
a long while.  Jack could feel her tension ebb.  He nibbled at her neck
and she giggled.  More deep looks at each other followed, along with
additional love words and promises.  Jack could see that she had
relaxed; her smile was gay.  He grasped the top of the sheet and slowly
pulled it down, exposing half of Mary Ellen's upper torso, her right
side.  Jack deftly touched the softness of her breast with his fingers,
and then palmed it, squeezing gently.  They kissed again, more
passionately than before, in the course of which the sheet fell to below
Mary Ellen's navel.  He licked her neck and one shoulder, as he fondled
a lovely breast.  Jack looked again into her face, which was now filled
with eager expectation, her mouth slightly open, smiling at him.  They
kissed some more.  Jack lay beside her on the bed, his robe loose around
him, almost open.  They lay with their faces very close.  Jack's hand
wandered over the flesh of her tummy, his fingers running under the
sheet, brushing against the top of her pubic hair.  He then stopped and
looked into Mary Ellen's face for approval, which she gave wordlessly
with her eyes and lips.  Jack ran his hand over her pubic mound and
stroked her warm upper thighs, which were pressed tightly   together. 
He carressed the right one, his fingers touching the left one.  Mary
Ellen, looking into Jack's face with complete trust, spread her legs
slightly, and then some more.  She placed a hand on Jack's cheek and
kissed his face, as Jack gently probed her sex with his fingers, finding
her clitoris.  They kissed with increasing passion as Jack masturbated
Mary Ellen with a loving touch, whose breathing became uneven and whose
body squirmed in delight.  He moved his head down and suckled a breast
as he worked his magic with his fingers between her legs.  Mary Ellen's
sighs became groans, and then her body arched and she gasped aloud as
her orgasm struck  Jack persisted and gave his lover another moment of
ecstasy.

They lay quitely for awhile, facing each other.  Mary Ellen's face
beamed the purest bliss.  By then the sheet had fallen away completely
and Jack's robe lay open.  They tickled each other briefly and giggled
like school children. Mary Ellen ran her hand down Jack's chest, over
his stomach and encountered his rigid penis, which she grasped, a look
of wonder, and, perhaps, of concern coming over her face as she gaged
its heft.  Supported on one elbow she leaned down to inspect it
closely.  She murmured that it was splendidly ugly.  She played with it,
pumped it once and kissed the glans, her tongue darting out to taste it 
Jack was delighted, not just by the feel of Mary Ellen's lips on his
penis, but more so by the realization that she was open to oral sex,
that he could go down on her.  Mary Ellen opened her lips and took the
head of Jack's penis into her mouth, sucking it gently, as Jack fondled
her head.  She then looked up, and, with a face that appeared to be that
of naughty child, inquired wordlessly if she had done it correctly. 
Jack smiled his approval and pulled her to him for some more kissing.

Mary Ellen lay on her back, intense beauty radiating from her face, as
Jack commenced to explore her body with his lips and tongue.  He kissed,
sucked and nibbled everywhere.   He took each of her ten toes into his
mouth.  He licked her graceful calves and slavered her knees.  Mary
Ellen parted her legs widely as Jack began to lick up her thighs.  He
breathed deeply her strong fragrance of arrousal as his face encountered
her very moist pubic bush.  His lips and tongue found her clitoris, and
he proceeded to work upon it expertly.  Mary Ellen's previous orgasms
were inconsequential compared to the three that Jack gave her with his
mouth, one after the other.  The woman squirmed, bucked and screamed
aloud until she was so weakened by her sexual exertion that she begged
for him to stop after the third orgasm left her almost feint.

Jack again lay beside his beloved woman, soon, he was certain, to be his
wife.  Her eyes were closed, her lips parted slightly, breathing almost
normally once again.  He palmed her cheek and she opened her eyes.  She
pulled gently on his shoulder, wanting him to come atop her.  It was
time.  Jack got between her legs, which Mary Ellen spread widely, her
knees raised high.  They were the same height.  They could kiss easily
as they fucked.  Jack positioned his penis and pushed slightly, staring
intently into his lover's beautiful face, looking for signs of
distress.  But there was none.  Mary Ellen pushed back and the end of
Jack penis, meeting a slight resistance, easily broke through the mature
woman's hymen.  There was no look of pain on her face, just one of
surprise and then delight  Jack penetrated her slowly, inch by inch
until his abdomen was pressed tightly against hers.  They kissed as Jack
pumped slowly in and out.  Mary Ellen began to meet his thrusts with her
own and their rhythym quickened.  Jack had never fucked like that
before,  feeling the purest love for his partner.   Mary Ellen had never
fucked before, but she felt an equal love for Jack.  Jack looked into
her face.  She was biting on her lower lip.  Her eyes were closed.  She
was approaching climax.  Jack pistoned into her with long, rapid
thrusts, but gently, without violence.  Her mouth and eyes suddenly
opened widely, her body arched and she let out a prolonged wail.  Unlike
in the past Jack could not control himself.  Something grabbed at the
head of his cock deep inside the spasming woman and he joined her in
ecstasy, yelping wildly at each spurt of his semen.

Afterwards they lay in each other's arms and talked.  They agreed that
they would never again have such a profound sexual experience.  They
both hoped that they had created a child.  They would marry the
following week.

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