2 comments/ 6963 views/ 2 favorites Elephant's Ear By: Lightpen (This is dedicated to my Princess, my encourager and my editoress.) * Some people would say that Paul Steele was destined to become a mechanic - or something of a similar nature -- from a very early age. If I tell you about him, you'll see why.... Imagine the horror of his parents when their little three-year-old took the new toy car they had given him as a birthday present - and dismantled it! Actually, it only had four parts and while they were discussing what to do about their offspring, he was putting the parts back together again. To prove that what he had done was no accident, they got him to do it all over again -- and praised him for being 'our clever little boy.' (His little sister Martha, two years younger than him, turned out to be equally clever in her own right although her skill was of an academic nature, unlike her more manually gifted brother.) During the years that followed, they often bought their son toys which looked as is if they could be dismantled -- and encouraged friends and relations to do likewise. He just loved to find out how things worked. Word spread around the neighbourhood and before long it became the 'done thing' to bring broken toys to Paul to see if he could fix them. He generally could! At the age of seven, he was given a broken alarm clock. He took it apart easily enough but found that there was a small piece broken. He showed his father, who promptly took him to his own workshop and showed him a large box. "This is my 'it may come in useful one day' box," he told him. Paul's eyes lit up as he looked at the collection of 'goodies' inside. His father smiled as he rummaged around in the box and found something that looked surprisingly like the broken piece in the clock. A file soon re-shaped it to make it fit snugly into the clock and lo and behold! - that which was broken worked again. His parents grew increasingly confident in his skills. Nothing around the house that was broken proved too hard for Paul and his 'magic hands.' Not surprisingly then, when the family car broke down, Paul was given the opportunity to get it going again. Some hours later -- and with grease on his hands, shirt and forehead -- he tossed the car keys to his father. Peter sat in the driver seat, put in the ignition key and gave it a twist. A huge smile spread across his face at the healthy roar which sounded from the engine. His son had come up trumps, again. By the age of fifteen, it was obvious to everyone (teachers, parents and Paul himself) that his academic achievements -- or rather, lack of them! -- would ensure that he would not reach college or the university. Accordingly, he spent his last year at school concentrating on physics and anything else that might help him in his chosen career. At the age of sixteen, he left school determined to become a car mechanic. The next day, his Dad took him to the good local garage he used and recommended his son to the owner. Kindly, wise Dean McAbee shrewdly took him on for a week's trial. Paul proved worthy of the confidence placed in him and learned fast, so Mr. McAbee took him on full-time. Paul was a very happy young man. A few years passed, taking Paul out of his eager teens and into his confident twenties. He learned just about all there was to know about servicing and repairing motor cars and became the liked and respected star amongst 'McAbee's Boys'. He bought himself a cheap old car and soon had it -- to quote a slightly overused saying -- "as good as new." One day, one of the lads leaned into the boss's office and whispered, "Mrs. Thomas's here!" Dean looked up from his papers, smiled and raised an eyebrow in knowing response. He carried on with his work until the lady in question, well-known to almost everyone in the garage, walked into the office. Dean looked up in feigned surprise and exclaimed, "Why, if it isn't Mrs. Thomas! How good to see you, again. How are you?" "I'm well, thank you, Mr. Mcabee. I haven't seen you for a little while - I hope business is as good as ever?" "Oh yes, ticking along nicely, thank you. And how can we help you?" he asked, as if he didn't already know the answer full well. "I need a service, please," she replied, aware that each of them understood the double entendre of her request, knowing that neither of them would put it into words. "I think my lovely car is making one or two odd noises." "Of course," he told her. "I have a fine young man, fairly newly with us, who should be able to look after all your requirements. Will you bring the car in here -- or would you prefer to use our 'at home' service, as before?" "Oh yes, I'd like to have the personal service, please. I've always been treated so well in the past, you know?" "Oh yes," thought McAbee, "I was the first to 'treat you well'." All he said was, "Always happy to oblige our valued customers." After a little more small talk, he ushered her out then proceeded to make the booking that would change young Paul's life. In the afternoon of the appointed day, Paul took his box of tools plus a few items he might need as spares and drove over to Mrs. Thomas's house for his last job of the day. She asked his name before taking him around to her garage where she showed him her car and told him what little problems she thought it might have. "Let me know if there's anything you need, Paul" she told him, "otherwise I'll just leave you to do what I'm sure you know best." 2 -- 3 hours later, a slightly grubby young man knocked on her door, told her of the technical things he had done and reported, "Your car is now in excellent running order. Considering the age and general condition of the vehicle, I suggest that a regular, six-monthly service should be enough to keep it going for several more years. Of course, if anything should go wrong before then, I'm sure we'd be most happy to put matters right for you." Dean McAbee always schooled all of his 'Boys' in proper customer relations. "Thank you, young man, most kind of you. Now, is there anything you'd like before you leave? A bottle of beer? Soft drink? Tea? And I don't mean to be rude -- I'm sure it's inevitable in your line of work to get somewhat dirty -- but you'd be very welcome to take a shower." Aware that he was thirsty and less than clean, he gratefully accepted both of her offers. She showed him through her impressive house to the kitchen where she took a large pitcher from the refrigerator and poured him a long glass of cool, homemade lemonade. She led him to her bedroom and the shower that was en suite with it. "I'm sure you'll find everything you need. Don't be afraid to use anything you find -- there's no need to ask first. And take your time, there's no hurry." He thanked her, politely and she walked out of the bedroom, quietly closing the door behind her. He took a long refreshing drink of lemonade and set the glass down on the wash basin in the bathroom. Going into the bedroom, he stripped off and left his shoes and clothes in a fairly tidy heap on the floor near the bed. In the shower, he pulled the pretty plastic curtain across the doorway and turned on the water. He jumped back at the coldness of it, but was pleasantly surprised that in just a few seconds it was running hot. Turning it to just the right heat, he soaked in the downpour for a few relaxing moments. Then he took a bottle of shampoo and looked approvingly at the label before applying a generous amount to his short brown hair. Soon, lather was coursing down his body, starting the process of washing away the grime of the day. Next, some of her pleasant-smelling soap and a soft wash cloth were put to work to complete the job. He felt so good as he stood under the spray and let the water wash away the last of the shampoo and soap. He turned off the water, pulled aside the curtain and stepped out to retrieve the bath towel he had seen hanging in a ring on the wall. As he toweled himself dry, he was aware that he smelled faintly of the soap, but it was a pleasing aroma so he didn't worry. Dry, he slipped the towel into the laundry basket, intending to tell his hostess that he had done so, as soon as he saw her. Walking into the bedroom to get dressed, he was stopped short in his tracks. There was Mrs. Thomas, sitting stark naked on her king-sized bed. Before he could say anything, she stood and embraced him. He wriggled out of her clutches and took a couple of steps back. "Mrs. Thomas!" he exclaimed. "What do you think you're doing?" "Oh Paul," she answered, "call me Cheryl. I'm sure you know what I'm doing - I want you! Come here, you beautiful young man," she continued, opening her arms invitingly. "Oh my, you look like a Greek god!" In the few seconds it took her to say that, he stood as if transfixed, taking in the glorious nakedness of this lovely woman before him. Until then, the only actual naked women he had seen -- apart from a few pictures -- where (were) his mother and little sister. His mother had used her own body to show him where the vital parts where, for his sex education. She told him that although there was nothing wrong with the human body, nakedness was not a thing to be paraded openly. And when he reached that certain age, he and his sister were given their own rooms with the explanation that they each deserved their own place of privacy. Yet here was a lady flaunting her nakedness -- and he liked what he saw. His eyes were immediately drawn to her breasts which, although they had lost the perkiness of youth and had just begun to sag a little, were still certainly very attractive. And he noticed that her red hair -- the colour of which he had initially guessed to have come out of a bottle -- matched the hair around the top of her legs. His body was evidently impressed because without even a glance at it, he could feel his manhood rising in a silent salute. Without explaining any further, he protested his innocence saying, "But I've never been with a naked lady!" "Ah, that's wonderful - a virgin!" Cheryl exclaimed. "You may know the basic facts -- I'm sure all children are taught them, these days -- but you have much to learn. This will be an enjoyable experience for us both." This time, as she stepped towards him, he did not resist. Rather, he encircled her in his own arms and took her into his first full-on naked embrace. Her breasts were soft against his chest and his hard cock pushed in between the tops of her legs as if already trying to find that special place that lay snuggled behind her hairy patch. "Oh, Paul!" she sighed. "If you feel this good already....." leaving the sentence unfinished as she day-dreamed of what was to come. She tilted her head saying, "Kiss me, lover." His first attempt was somewhat rough, but she remembered his youth and patiently said, "Gently, my dear -- and open your lips a little." Willing to learn, he complied with her instructions and immediately she knew that he was going to be a good student. She broke away, altered the angle of her head and kissed him again. The young man was eager to practice his first lesson and they locked lips like experienced lovers. "Come," she said, "let's sit on the bed," pulling him there with her. Sitting side by side, she took his hands in hers, gave him a serious look and said, "Now, I don't know if you've been told, but women are different to men in more than the obvious physical ways. Men get aroused very quickly, especially by what they see. Women, on the other hand, usually need a slower approach and respond more to what they feel. So, although you are hard and could drive that lovely cock into my pussy right now, we shall both benefit from what they call 'foreplay.' O.K. so far?" she asked. "Yes," he replied, "I've heard something like that before -- but no-one has explained just what it all means." "Well, kissing and touching and licking and stroking -- and at some seemingly unlikely parts of the body -- by both man and woman can all help to stimulate their partner, sexually. And they say that expectation leads to greater reaction. Come, lay beside me. I can see that you are right-handed, so lay with me on your left." Once they were lying comfortably, she looked at him and smiled. "This should be a time of enjoyment for us both so just relax." "Easy enough for you to say," he said quietly, "I'll bet you've done this sort of thing loads of times before, but you know it's my first time - and I'm kind of nervous in case I make a mess of it in any way!" "I'll admit that I've had sex more times than I can count and I've had the privilege of instructing a couple of first-timers, like you. I think everyone is a bit nervous, at first, but you can take my word for it -- doing what comes naturally is easier than you are thinking! If you get anything 'not quite right', just remember that I'm here as a friend, not as some ogre trying to trick you or make you 'get it wrong.' O.K.?' she asked. "If you say so," he said, resignedly. She reached over and, taking his right hand, placed it on her stomach. "Now, just rub me gently. You'd be surprised how a simple massage can be both relaxing and arousing." Paul did as she had said. "Mmmmm," he murmured, "You feel so soft and smooth. I like this!" he exclaimed. Her eyes had closed at the pleasurable sensations, but Cheryl opened them, looked at him and said, softly, "So am I, my young god, so am I. Why don't you move up a bit and do some of that with my breasts. Ooh yes, just keep rubbing and squeezing gently. Yes that's real nice -- but you'll do better to go a bit softer with the nipples. Just roll them between your fingers and thumb. Good, yes. Now, try sucking on that one while you play with the other. Oh my! Yes! Let your tongue play with it. Aaagghh... that is so, so good." "Oh, that was so good," she continued. There's no rule about how long you should do that, but for now just keep stroking softly down my legs. You can go all the way down to my feet, if you feel like it." He had been quickly convinced that this remarkable lady knew what she was talking about, so he took her suggestions as instructions not to be missed. He had to shift his body to reach her, but his hand was soon rubbing and gliding all over her legs and right down to her toes. Her occasional moan and groan, her "mmm" and "ohh" and "yesss" and "aaahh" let him know that what he was doing was not only right, but pleasing and acceptable to his lovely teacher. As he moved further down, Paul took the initiative and knelt up, really massaging her calves and ankles and feet. When he came to her toes, he gave each one individual attention. "Oh yes!" she breathed her delight. "Where did you learn to do that?" she wanted to know. "It just seemed like the right thing to do," he confessed. "Was it all right?" he asked, worrying that he might have done something to incur her disproval. "All right?" she demanded. 'My dear young lover, that was quite wonderful! I think you are going to be an excellent student! Come back up my legs," she told him. "I am more than enjoying this." Much relieved to hear her words of affirmation, he continued to work his way slowly past her ankles, up her calves, over her knees and up her thighs. Unsure as to how to proceed once he reached her hairy area, he stopped, hesitantly. She took pity on him and, spreading her legs wide, said, "You know what's in here, don't you?" she asked with a smile. "Of course!" he retorted. Then more calmly he added, "But you know I've never seen one" --recalling that he had, in fact, once seen his mother's, briefly -- "and I was wondering quite what to do next." "Well, if your lady hasn't already been aroused by your attentions, there is much you can do in that area. Look, this is my clitoris -- known as clit -- which is often neglected in foreplay. As it is, I am more than ready so we'll leave that until another occasion. Now, you're in the right place, kneeling between my knees, so lower yourself on top of me. If you are strong enough to take your weight on your arms, that's fine -- but that may be too much for any length of time so I suggest you rest most of your weight on your elbows. Now then, this is where I said about 'doing what comes naturally.' Your cock is nice and stiff and my pussy is pretty wet with anticipation. All you have to do is slide into me, slow and easy." At Paul's first attempt, he missed his connection so Cheryl reached down and guided him in. As he sunk his length into her, she moaned, "Oh yes.... that is soooo good! Now, pull most of the way out again -- but not all the way, that would rather spoil things! Yes, that's good -- and slide it all the way back in. Oh my, that is really good. How is it for you?" Paul looked her in the eye and answered, "Much better than anything I ever did by hand!" "Oh good, I'm so pleased that it's good for us both. Just keep on, out and in at a steady speed," she said, enjoying this fine young man more than she had anticipated. Paul was delighted to do as this amazing lady instructed. After a while, as his breathing began to get a little laboured, she told him, "It would be wonderful if you could keep this up for a long time, but that takes a lot of practice. As it is, just increase the speed of your rhythm little by little. The rest should 'come' naturally," she punned shamelessly. He did as she said and sure enough, it wasn't long before he knew that he was about to climax. She recognized all the signs in him and breathed, "Just let it happen!" He needed no further coaxing and within moments, his swollen member was jerking and spurting his sperm into his teacher's body. "Oh yes," he gasped, "this is incredible!" Cheryl had let herself go, too. She climaxed but moments after her eager student. Some moments later, as they came down from their highs, Paul collapsed onto her. He wasn't all that heavy, so she allowed herself to enjoy the pressure for a while. When she felt his cock shrink and slip out of her, she told him quietly, "About now, you need to roll off gently and relieve your lady of your weight." "Oh, I'm so sorry," he spluttered as he rolled off. "I didn't realize that I was squashing you!" "It's O.K.," she assured him, "you're still a learner. A little pressure is fine, but it gets uncomfortable after a while. You have to learn to sense what your lady is feeling. Now, you've done incredibly well my young lover. What I often find at this stage is that a nap is just the right thing. So, cuddle me and let's enjoy some real relaxation." He did as she suggested and almost an hour later, he found himself waking in her arms -- without even realizing that he had drifted off to sleep. Cheryl was looking at him and smiling. "That was good, eh?" Seeing the satisfied grin spreading across his face, she continued, "O.K. let's go for a shower together and get all cleaned up." His first shower with a lady was a wonderful experience. Apart from helping each other to wash, their gently touching -- especially now that he understood her body better -- was an amazingly enjoyable encounter. After, they helped to towel each other dry before kissing and cuddling at length. Paul said, "I hate to break this up but I really have to go. Maybe we could meet again?" he said, his suggestion becoming a question. "Sounds like a great idea to me!" she exclaimed. "Let me get my diary." She did so and they booked a date that would be the next in a long series of highly enjoyable and pleasurable learning experiences. - x - x -- x -- x -- x - A year or so later, on a Wednesday afternoon, Paul went with three of his mates to the State Fair. It was about 10 miles away so they went in 2 cars, Paul took his friend Ian while Harry drove Jacob. They all had a wonderful evening with the weather being very kind to them. There were the usual wide selection of rides, animal displays and side stalls to be enjoyed. Elephant's Ear They had been there for a while when they stopped at a refreshment stall. Paul had a corn dog and a drink of lemonade. It was some time later that they came to the stall selling pastries -- and Paul's future took a dramatic turn. Two of the lads bought themselves funnel cakes while Paul and Harry decided on Elephant's Ears. Generally, these just overlapped the paper plates they were sold on, but the girl making them was extra generous with the one Paul got. It was huge, easily covering 2 paper plates! The girl laughed and said, "I must have used too much mix! Never mind, if you enjoy it, come back later and tell me how good it was," she suggested cheekily. It really was so big that Paul shared it with his mates as they walked around the Fair. Hardly surprisingly, they all got lots of sugar on their fingers and all over their faces! Having cleaned themselves up as best they could, they went on several of the rides, enjoying 'all the fun of the Fair' The evening was drawing in when Paul announced that he wanted another Elephant's Ear. Ian perceptively said, "You mean you want to see that girl, again!" Paul agreed, "Yes, she was very attractive -- but I loved that Elephant's Ear! It was the first one I'd ever had and I want the other one!" There followed some little dispute with the other three arguing that it was pretty late and both Ian and Jacob had overtime to do the next morning. Eventually, Harry agreed to take those two home while Paul followed his fancy for the girl and her pastry. They parted amicably, with Paul waving them off before going to find the stall. The girl recognized him and asked, "So, how was that special big Elephant's Ear I made for you, earlier?" "It was really good," he told her, "though it took all four of us to finish it off! Can I have another one, please? Regular size, this time!" he said, with a smile. "Sure!" she replied. "Would you like some cinnamon on it, this time?" "Mmm," he agreed, liking the sound of that. "And less sugar, please." "Yes sir!" she retorted, with a mock bow and a happy laugh. Soon, she served him with his order and, since it was getting rather late and the crowds were heading home, he turned out to be her last customer. He stood by the serving hatch and chatted to her between mouthfuls. He discovered that her name was Paula Baker and joked with her that it was such an appropriate name considering what she was doing. He also found out that she lived only about a mile from his own home. She had been about to see if she could 'beg' a lift home when Paul offered to take her. She agreed readily, shut up the stall and they headed for the car park. It took them just over half an hour to be parked outside her house, saying their goodbyes. As he reached across, she leaned towards him and their lips met in their first kiss. It was long and passionate! They sat back, flushed and breathing hard. Paula said, "It's a bit too late for much of that I'm afraid. I have to back at the Fair tomorrow in time to get everything ready to open again at noon. It's my uncle's stall so I need to call him as soon as I get in," she explained. "Then he'll get there in plenty of time with fresh supplies and we'll both work the stall tomorrow. Saturday is a very busy day!" she exclaimed. "Do you need a lift in the morning?" Paul asked, hopefully. "Or will your uncle collect you?" "Well, he would collect me, but he lives right over near the Fair ground. So if you'd be able to pick me up -- you'd need to be here about 10 -- that would be much easier..." "Oh, I reckon I could manage that," he assured her. "I'm sure there's a lot I didn't see, today -- bit most of all, I really want to get to know you a whole lot better," he confides. "Sounds good to me!" she enthused, leaning over to give him another hot kiss before hurrying off to ring her uncle and get some sleep in anticipation of a hectic day to come. Paul watched her go and returned her wave as she unlocked her door and disappeared inside. He sat there for a few moments, feeling the blood coursing through his veins, aware of how much he already fancied this lovely girl. He started his car and drove -- or rather seemed to float - home humming a partly remembered song about a 'lucky day.' Once home, he hurried to get ready for bed. He set his alarm for 8 but spent a long time, trying to analyze the spinning thoughts of his excited brain. Finally, he drifted off to sleep and it seemed but moments later that his alarm was calling him to the new day. He forced himself out of bed and went for a shower. Dried, shaved and dressed and wearing his favourite after-shave, he went down to get himself some cereal. His parents were sitting at the table, having just finished their own leisurely breakfast. His mother, who had stayed awake the previous night until 'her little boy' came in asked. "Would you like bacon and eggs, Paul?' "That'll be wonderful, Mother!" he told her. "I was just going to get myself a bowl of cereals but I'd sure appreciate you fixing those for me." "No problem, dear," she assured him. "How was the Fair, son?" asked his father. "Oh! We had a really great time, Dad," Paul told him. "And I met a lovely girl. She actually served me my first Elephant's Ear -- which I just loved!" "O yes? Are you going to see her again? You do seem to be dressed for something special." "Well, I gave her a lift home -- she lives over on Washington Drive -- and I'm going to collect her and take her back in a while. She works on her uncle's stall making and selling Funnel cakes and Elephant's Ears -- as I told you. And her name is Baker -- isn't that just so neat?" They shared their son's excitement and naturally wanted to know more about the girl who had caught his attention. So he told them the little he knew. Time evaporated quickly and he left in good time to be prompt at Paula's place. They greeted each other with an enthusiastic kiss then headed off for her noon 'shift' at her uncle's stall. While they arrived, Paula went in to help her uncle. Paul roamed around the Fair, eventually returning to the stall for a funnel cake. Business was very brisk, so Paula had time only for a quick exchange with Paul as she served him. He went back to the Fair, revisiting many stalls and exhibits and going on the rides he had most enjoyed. Later, he returned for an Elephant's Ear and was very happy to find that with far less customers, Paula was able to spend some time chatting with him. This time, he hung around until her Uncle Joe closed the stall at 9.45. Paula helped to clear up and left at 10, letting Paul take her home. As he drove, they exchanged small talk about their respective days. Back at her apartment, she said, "There's no big hurry tonight. I'm hoping that you'll come in and stay for a while?" Paul was delighted to accept her offer and they were soon relaxing on the sofa and listening to some light music. They snuggled up and started kissing. His hands began to wander, finding a little gap between her blouse and skirt. He eased in and started to caress her soft, warm skin. She made no attempt to resist. Their passions were rising, so when he began to unbutton her blouse, she helped him. Then she started to undo his shirt and, with enough buttons open, she dragged it over his head. He reached behind her and fumbled with her bra catch. More by luck than skill, he managed to unfasten it and the lacy garment fell forward exposing her delightful young breasts. He 'fell' on them like a starving man who had just found food. Kneading one, he sucked and licked the nipple of the other while she held him firmly to her body and moaned her satisfaction. They were both highly aroused as she murmured, "My bed is next door." He pulled back as if to say something, but she gave him no chance. Instead, she stood up, took him by the hand and led him into her bedroom. She turned to face him and said simply, "I want you!" Thereafter, it was a matter of which of them could get at the other's remaining garments quicker -- and they were soon littering the floor. The two of them were soon lying on the bed and Paul was using every lesson he had learned from Cheryl to make the sex hot and strong! During a brief pause in their love-making, Paula looked him in the eyes and said, "I want you to have my cherry. I've been saving myself for the right man -- and I think I've found him! Please be gentle with me -- but do it good!!" Forgetting whatever he had intended next, his hand reached for her pussy. Slipping two fingers inside, he found it as he has imagined -- warm, wet and welcoming. He moved himself level with her, kissed her gently and told her, "It will be my pleasure, my dear lady. And I will be as gentle as I know how." With that, he climbed on top of her and with his knees between hers and his elbows on either side of her -- taking his weight -- he maneuvered his iron-stiff cock to the entrance of her waiting pussy. He leaned forward, kissed her and asked, "Are you absolutely sure you want this? 'Cos now is your last chance to stop me." "Oh no, don't even think of stopping!" Paula told him. "I really want it." And with that she wrapped her arms around his body and her legs around his hips -- as if to prevent him from trying to get away. He eased his manhood into her willing love-nest until he met the resistance that he knew was her hymen. "Ready?" he asked quietly "This is it." At her whispered 'Yes," he pushed forward as strongly as he could. As he ruptured her virgin barrier, she gave a cry of pain. Holding himself as still as possible, he said softly, "I'm sorry." Nothing happened for several moments. He watched her face and saw there what he was feeling with his body -- she was slowly relaxing. Then she said, "I knew it would hurt, but that was sharper than I expected. It's much better now though. Carry on, my lover." He pushed in as far as possible to ensure full penetration then held still for a moment before pulling back almost to the point of exiting her body. In an instant of panic, she tightened her pussy muscles so as not to lose him. He looked at her and with a little smile said, "It's all right, I'm not going anywhere." She returned his smile and replied, 'Oh good -- I was a little worried there." Paul pushed himself right in once again and, after a little pause, pulled slowly back. After that, he got into the age-old rhythm that lovers know so well -- in pause, out pause, in and out, in and out. At first, he kept it slow and easy, but when she released her arm and leg grips on him, he gradually increased the pace. Before long, they were both breathing hard and fast. Her little moans of 'yes' and 'mmm' were all the indicators he needed and he was probably aware before she was that she was about to climax. Holding himself back until the optimum moment, he felt her pussy muscles spasm and tighten around his hard working cock. He let go just as she was calling out, "Yes! Yes!! YES!!!" -- and he felt that exquisite pain as his cock, too, began to spasm and send his load of sperm coursing into her body. It was over all too quickly. As he became still, with his heart and breath rates slowing somewhat, he looked lovingly into her beautiful brown eyes and said, "You are so beautiful. Thank you so very, very much for letting me be the one to do that." Her own eyes were full of love and happy tears as she answered, "I told you I thought you were Mr. Right -- and now I'm sure of it. That was truly amazing -- I absolutely loved it.!" They lay there whispering sweet nothings as his once-stiff cock softened, shrank and slowly slipped out of her. He rolled off and lay beside her, gently stroking the belly that now held his man-seed, wondering..... "What if I've made you pregnant, my darling?' he asked. "Fine by me," she replied sleepily. "I think it'd be wonderful to have your baby. Now, stop talking and let's get some sleep." "O.K. but first let me ring home," he answered. "I'm not exactly a 'Mummy's boy' but I do still live at home and she does worry until I'm in!" She just nodded towards the bedside phone. He leaned over, made it a quick call and lay back down again. She snuggled up to him and they drifted off cuddling together. Next morning, they stayed in bed for a time dozing. Once they were more awake, a spell of mutual exploration quickly led to another session of passionate love-making. Being a little more used to each other, it was all the more enjoyable and they easily agreed, "We just have to do this again!" About mid-morning they got up and showered together then Paula made breakfast for him -- with both of them walking and sitting around naked and free. After eating, they talked about the future. Was this love? They both hoped so - and planned to go to the movies the following Wednesday and review their thoughts after as they ate at a local restaurant. When Paul arrived home, he was met with the inevitable questions. He loved his parents and had already decided to tell them the truth to anything they asked. On hearing that he had stayed with his new girlfriend, his mother asked, "Did she have a separate bed?" "No Mother, we slept together." "Did you take any precautions?" his father wanted to know. "No sir," answered his son. "Maybe we should have -- but we just got carried away. Anyway, it won't matter -- if she is pregnant, we really like each other a lot so we'd just have to do 'the right thing' that much sooner." "Martha will want to know that her big brother may be following her -- at last! -- in the steps of holy matrimony," jibed his mother. "Maybe I'll give her a ring after lunch." "No, I've got a better idea," said Paul. "Let me go and visit them and share the news. I haven't been to see her and Neil and my little nephew Oliver for a couple of weeks, so it's about time I went! Now, what's for lunch?" And so it was that after a whirlwind romance, with much more going on between them than many realized -- behind the scenes, as it were! - that Paul and Paula became man and wife. Those who noticed pretended to see nothing, but Paula's belly was already beginning to bulge just a little on their wedding day. However, when she presented Paul with a fine little son just a few months later, there were some knowing nods and winks. Life was wonderful - with Owen gaining a sister, Norma just three days after his first birthday. Paul and Paula discussed their future and agreed that, if possible they would like to have two more children. They immediately realized that their present little house -- lovely though it was -- would not be big enough for such a family. They took their time in considering all the options and figured the best one was to design and build -- or rather, to have built -- their own house. They found just the right company to help them and together they came up with plans for a two-storey four bedroom house. They went ahead, had it built and their third child -- Martha (after Paul's sister) -- was born soon after they moved into the new house. Paul continued to mend things, as he had done since he was a boy. When he fixed a broken clock, Paula got him to fix another for one of her girl friends. He insisted on not taking any money, saying, "We aren't hard up for money. This is just for friends. It would be different if it were a business." Some time later, Paul was hit by a drunk driver. The young guy in question protested, "I'd only had 2 beers!" Sadly, that was all it took to mar his judgment and the resulting it was enough for them to have to remove Paul's his left leg above the knee. As soon as was practically possible, he was fitted with a prosthesis. He found that it very hard to get used to and, despite persevering, his damaged leg remaining tender for a considerable time. During a time of convalescence, he took in more clock repairs, now accepting payment, "As pocket money," they agreed. When it became clear that he was not going to be able to return to his profession as a mechanic, they talked it over and he set up in business doing all kinds of repairs, including clocks. When he was asked to attempt to repair a watch, he was dubious. Some serious research proved that this was an area that could be covered as he expanded his abilities. As his father told him, "Natural skills plus study equals success!" Not all was well, however with the young couple. Paul was experiencing some severe despondency about the difficulties he was having 'performing' sexually. His damaged leg was proving hard to lean on, making it all but impossible to 'mount' his ever-loving wife. Those Italian cousins Fellatio and Cunnilingus proved to be helpful; formerly merely part of foreplay, they now played major roles. He cheered up considerably and was more amenable to her suggestion when Paula said, "Listen, it's no disgrace that you cannot perform as you'd like, just now. I'm sure that leg will get stronger as time goes by; meanwhile, why don't you lay back, relax and be the more passive partner for a change?" Paul agreed and they lay side by side pleasuring each other. He caressed her lovely body, then he began to play with her breasts. He squeezed her left one and rolled the nipple between his fingers and thumb. Her 'oh yes' told him he was doing right, so her took the nipple into his mouth and alternately suck it and rolled it with his tongue. At the same time, he let his hand find her right breast and gave that similar treatment. She let out more 'ooo's' and 'aaagh's'. So, he swapped sides and thrilled her some more. Paula exclaimed, "You know that sends jolts of electricity straight to my clit?!! Well, it's my turn now." Taking his cock in her right hand, she stroked it into real hardness. Leaning down, she kissed the top then licked all down to his balls. Taking one in her mouth, she hummed. Paul thought the vibrations would make him lose it, but she played him like an expert. Instead of swallowing him and making him come, she released him and sat up astride him. Positioning his cock at her pussy, she rubbed across him, doing wonders to them both. Letting him slip into her wet pussy, she slid down until their bodies touched. She was used to her husband filling her and she loved it, but this time she was in control. Or so she thought! As she was riding him, rising and lowering herself on him at a steady pace, Paul reached up and took both of her breasts in his hands. He tweaked the nipples and rolled them around. There it was again -- the electric charges straight to her clit! Without a word from his dear wife, he sensed what he was doing to her and relented. She gave a little sigh of relief and paused while she leaned down and gave him a long, sweet kiss. She went back to lifting up and down, now with increasing speed. Nothing was being said -- words were not necessary -- but when she saw a huge smile spreading across his face she knew that he was enjoying it as much as her! The way her clit would often touch him on her down stroke was driving her on. With blood being pumped to cock and pussy, passion was rising in them both. And heavy breathing was the big give-away that they were both nearing climax. Knowing he was ready, he pushed up to meet her and with a cry of "YES!" he shot his load into her hot body. As she felt his cock erupting, she too experienced a mighty orgasm. She collapsed on him, exhausted but oh so happy! He held her closely until their hearts returned to something like their normal rhythm. His cock shrank to the point where he slipped out off of her and she rolled off of him. They lay snuggled up together, whispering endearments to each other until sleep gently enveloped them. Leonard (named after her brother) was born nine months later. Sure enough, Paula was right and almost before he realized it, Paul's leg recovered and grew strong enough for him to be able to take his turn on top without pain. So they were able to get back to enjoying a full sex life. Elephant's Ear There seemed to be little that Paul could not repair, even if it meant him researching the subject first. And so the sign over his shop, 'Paul Steele, Repairs' said it all. Owen and Martha joined him as they got older -- even before they left school. One thing that Paul and Paula were happy to do, as their kids grew up, was to take them to the State Fair. There they introduced them to Paula's uncle - and Elephants' Ears! * (Please vote -- it's the easiest thing you can do. 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