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Authors name: Gungadick (yataala@aol.com)
Story title : Beget, Begot, Begat

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Beget, Begot, Begat (Mf, ped, rom)
by Gungadick (yataala@aol.com)

***

A man strikes out to try and find himself and discovers
a wonder beyond imagination.

***

It had been a present to myself for my thirtieth 
birthday. I'd spent eight years working to build up a 
company with my uncle and had never taken a vacation. I 
was getting close to burning out and had made a couple of 
bad investment decisions that had forced my uncle to 
interfere. I looked at myself in the mirror one morning 
and I didn't recognize the person looking back. I decided 
to go find out who he was. 

The entire investment house breathed a sigh of relief as 
I announced, at that morning's meeting, that I would be 
taking a month off. My uncle had slapped me on the 
shoulder and wished me a good trip then he had lead me to 
the door and told me not to come back until I could think 
straight.

I'd spent about four hours at the travel agency before 
deciding what I wanted to do. I bought a Eurail Pass and 
then went and got a passport. Three days later I was in 
New York and going from one embassy to the next as I 
sought out tourist visas. Passport and visas in hand, I 
grabbed my one piece of luggage and took a cab out to 
JFK; got the last open seat on a flight to Rome and 
winged off on my adventure. I felt like the protagonist 
in Somerset Maugham's "The Razor's Edge." I was going in 
search of my soul. 

Rome was beautiful but hectic. I only spent a day there 
and most of it at Vatican City as I looked at all the 
beautiful art work. I went to Florence and looked at more 
art and then down to Venice to see even more. I enjoyed 
the laid back attitude in Venice even though the city 
stinks of decay. 

Two days later I was taking a ferry to Sicily where I ate 
like a pig and drank a lot of wine. I found a willing 
young waitress, with long wavy black hair and deep dark 
eyes, to while away the nighttime and I left sated in 
mind and body. A short hop to the Greek Isles and a lot 
more drinking and womanizing. 

It was early autumn and the off-season. There weren't 
many young girls about, but there were quite a few young 
women. I spent three nights there and slept with four 
women. A Greek secretary, an English lawyer, a Turkish 
teacher, and a Nubian goddess from Morocco. I headed for 
the mainland and wound up spending two days and nights at 
a Greek monastery high up on a cliff face where I 
meditated in silence and slept to the sound of chanting 
monks and waves crashing far below. 

I worked my way up to southern Hungary, across to 
Austria, back down to Switzerland, up through southern 
Germany, and then southern France. I stayed in cheap 
little Pensions, which are bed and breakfast lodgings, 
and sometimes paid for five star hotels. I ate exquisite 
food and saw amazing sights. I pondered great art and 
ogled great bodies. I was never at a loss for company. 
Who said they hate Americans? 

I wended my way up to Paris and then over to London and 
finally took a large ferry across the North Sea and wound 
up in the Netherlands. I headed for Amsterdam. I had a 
week left and I wanted to lay back and do nothing but sit 
around cafes and sip rich coffee or maybe get stoned. I 
went to the tourist kiosk at the railway station and the 
old woman gave me a list of pensions within walking 
distance. I walked by the first but it looked too formal 
so I continued on to the next. 

An enterprising man had rented out the attic spaces of 
four adjoining buildings and had strung them together to 
create a strange sort of B&B or Pension as they call them 
on the continent. I walked up the three flights of stairs 
and turned the corner into the reception area. I looked 
down at the top of a mop of flaxen hair. 

The young girl was doing homework and I cleared my throat 
to get her attention. She swung her head up and fixed me 
with the brightest blue eyes I'd ever seen. She smiled 
and my heart melted. I couldn't tell how old she was, but 
she had to be the prettiest thing I'd seen in my entire 
life. 

She had a creamy complexion with full eyebrows and a 
straight nose that led down to a very full mouth and a 
strong chin with a small dimple in it. She had impossibly 
long eyelashes which framed those brilliant cornflower 
blue irises. Her hair was in a pageboy type cut and hung 
straight to her chin. It was longer in front than in 
back. 

I had to clear the lump in my throat before I could ask, 
"Haben zie eine frei zimmer?" (do you have a free room - 
according to Berlitz).

Her eyes twinkled and she replied in English, "Yes we 
have quite a few."

Her English was perfect with a slight accent to make it 
sound exotic. She asked for my passport and filled out a 
guest card, which I knew would be sent to the local 
police station. She told me the rates and I pulled out my 
Visa card. She looked at me and shook her head no. I put 
the card away and pulled out a travelers check. She shook 
her head yes. I endorsed it and she looked at a laminated 
card and then made change for me. 

She reached into a drawer and pulled out a key. She asked 
me to follow and she stood up from behind the heavy oaken 
desk. My breath caught in my throat. She wore a pull over 
top that stretched tightly around her upper body. It was 
striped yellow and green and her breasts made a mockery 
of the stripes as they rose and dove around the contours. 
I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra and it took 
everything I had to tear my eyes away from those 
incredible mounds. 

I looked up and found her looking at me with amusement. 
She turned and led the way. Oh God! What can I say about 
that ass. Picture the greatest ass you've ever seen. Got 
it? Well, discard that picture and try to imagine 
something better. I swear, I actually drooled.

She was fairly tall, maybe five foot seven or eight. She 
had long legs and she had a runway walk that made that 
perfect ass sway from side to side. It was mesmerizing. 
She had a very narrow waist and I had to will myself not 
to reach out and wrap my hands around it. She came to a 
stop in front of my room and I stumbled as I tried not to 
plow into her. I saw her chest rise and fall as she 
chuckled to herself. She opened the door and showed me 
where I'd be living for the next seven days and six 
nights. 

She explained the house rules to me and told me where the 
bathroom and showers were located. She told me that the 
showers were only on from noon to three and I looked at 
my watch and realized I only had an hour left if I wanted 
to wash off the road grime. 

I asked about towels and she said they would 'rent' me 
one for a five-dollar deposit. Returnable when I brought 
back the towel. She smiled and left me standing there 
with my mouth open. I rushed to the door and watched her 
walk away. She turned when she was half way back to her 
desk and smiled brightly at me. I managed to keep from 
drooling, but just barely.

I quickly changed into sweat pants, tee shirt, sandals, 
grabbed my ditty bag and went down to rent my towel. I 
turned the corner with a big grin on my lips only to find 
myself face to face with a very large and unshaven man. 
He stared at me and I stared back. He said something in 
Dutch and I told him I needed a towel and held out my 
five dollars. He walked over to a self-standing closet 
that they call a 'Shrank' and pulled out a surprisingly 
large towel. 

I thanked him and made my way to the showers. A sign on 
the door informed me that this was a unisex shower. I 
steeled myself and walked in. I could hear at least one 
showerhead going. I hung my clothes in the anteroom and 
went through the plastic curtain. There was a middle-aged 
woman washing and she had her back to me. I wet my soap 
and proceeded to wash away the hours of travel. I had 
worked my way down to my lower body when I realized that 
the woman was looking at me. I looked over and nodded. 

She was a relatively attractive woman. She wasn't thin, 
but neither was she fat. Her breasts were large and had 
begun to sag, but they were still attractive; especially 
the very big and long nipples. She had one of the 
hairiest bushes I'd ever seen. I tried to appear casual 
as I washed my legs and then my ass, but my cock had 
responded and was slightly engorged. I watched out of the 
corner of my eye as she studied my cock. 

I started reciting my multiplication tables and managed 
not to spring a hard on. She stared unabashedly as I 
soaped up my crotch and pulled back the foreskin to give 
my cock a good cleaning. I saw her soap up her mound and 
watched as she ran a finger through her crack. The offer 
was explicit, but I wasn't really interested so I made 
believe I didn't know what she was doing. I washed my 
hair then went to dry myself off and left her standing in 
the anteroom.

I kicked myself on the way back to my room and wondered 
if she might not have been my only shot at companionship 
during my stay here. I almost didn't realize that the 
young girl was back at the front desk. She looked up and 
I saw her appraise my naked torso. I had spent two hours 
a night, over the last eight years, pushing a lot of 
weight at a local gym. It was what I did to unwind and it 
had left me with a lot of definition. 

I was happy with my body; and apparently so was she. I 
saw one of her eyebrows arch up and she gave me a 
different kind of smile. I almost walked into a corner as 
I grinned back at her and I heard her giggle as I walked 
away. I felt like a schoolboy. I went back and dressed 
then I left and went in search of a bank. I exchanged 
some money and then went in search of life. 

I stopped at a tourist kiosk and grabbed a couple of free 
brochures. I took a self-guided walking tour which 
crisscrossed the canals and took me by a lot of old 
skinny houses that belonged to famous painters and 
composers. I got tired of walking and looked for a nice 
little cafe to rest my feet. I found a wide-open plaza 
surrounded by sidewalk cafes and restaurants and I walked 
from one to the other trying to decide which I wanted to 
patronize.

"Hey Boston!" I heard a voice say and I looked around for 
the source. 

"Over here, Bob," the same voice said and I saw a bearded 
man waving his hand at me. 

I was dumfounded. Who the hell was that. I walked over 
slowly and tried peering past the beard. It wasn't until 
I was six feet away that I recognized my college 
roommate.

"Jesus Christ!" I intoned. "Frank Gillespie! What the 
fuck are you doing here?"

Frank roared out a laugh and stood up to shake my hand 
and smack my shoulder. 

"I came for a week and stayed for a lifetime," he sang 
out loudly as he offered me a seat.

"Christ, Frank," I said as I searched my memory, "what's 
it been? Six years."

"Sounds about right," Frank said as he caught a 
waitress's eye and raised two fingers. 

"What the hell are you doing in Amsterdam, Bob?" He 
asked. 

"Trying to find myself, Frank. I should ask you the same 
thing," I told him.

"Oh, I found myself quite a while ago," he said with a 
grin. 

He looked like the quintessential hippie. Long hair and a 
beard. Tattered jeans and a chambray shirt. A pair of 
worn Reeboks and no socks. The waitress brought us two 
cups of strong coffee as I looked him over.

"You happy with what you found?" I asked him and he 
laughed loudly once again.

"Yeah. I'm happy," he said. "I was burning out and I took 
a vacation to clear my mind. Toured around Europe for a 
while and wound up here. I like what I found. The life 
here is easy, Bob. Laid back. People ride bikes to work 
and they take long vacations. The society is wide open 
and nobody looks down their nose at anyone else. Well, 
for the most part anyway. Then I met this girl and 'bam' 
the years just started rolling by."

I stared at him. I don't know if my mouth was hanging 
agape or not, but the parallels were amazing. I shook my 
head and dragged myself back to the conversation.

"That's frightening, Frank," I said and he smiled 
broadly. He knew what I meant.

"What have you been doing?" I pressed. "The last I heard, 
you had moved to one of the big money houses in New 
York."

"Yeah, I did," he nodded and took a sip of the strong 
Turkish style coffee. "That's what drove me over the 
edge. Those sixteen-hour days and those I'm-just-going-
to-the-office-for-a-few-hours weekends sucked the soul 
right out of me. I started doing coke to take off the 
edge and was having six martini lunches to dull the pain. 
I was one step away from diving off a bridge when my boss 
fired me."

"Fired you?" 

"Well, not really. He walked into my office one day and 
told me to get out and get my life together. He said 
until I did, I no longer had a job. He gave me this phone 
number and I called it. It was this travel agency and the 
next thing I knew I was clean, sober, and happy."

I shook my head. I hadn't fallen quite that low, but I 
had been heading in that direction.

"And, you came here and decided on staying?"

"Like I said, I met a girl. She's from here. It was 
magic. We fell in love; I got a visa; and the rest, as 
they say, is history."

"Amazing," I said and shook my head. "It sounds like a 
movie."

"Doesn't it though," Frank said with a grin.

I noticed him looking over my shoulder and saw his face 
light up. He got up from his seat. I looked behind me to 
find an attractive dark haired woman walking towards us. 
She had a warm smile on her face. I stood and she walked 
up to Frank and gave him a kiss and a hug. Frank 
introduced me to his wife Trudi. She was of East European 
decent and had very dark features. She was quite 
attractive, but I don't think she realized it. 

They seemed very happy and were always touching each 
other. Holding hands or leaning against each other. I 
almost felt like I was intruding. Frank regaled his wife 
with stories of our school days. He made me out to be the 
drunken debaucher and left his part out. I could tell 
from the way she looked at him that she knew the whole 
story. She was as surprised as I that we had met like 
this. She talked about their business. They had started a 
small word processing business and it had blossomed into 
a small software company. 

They were doing well and trying to resist the buy out 
offers. Her eyes glistened as she told me she was 
expecting and I bought a round of coffee to celebrate. I 
told them about the company I had started with my uncle 
and Frank shook his head. I told them about my vacation 
and he nodded in understanding. 

The hour grew late and we made plans to meet on the 
following day. I was going to see their little business 
and then Frank was going to take me around for a tour of 
the city. The 'real' city he said and Trudi poked him in 
the ribs. 

I told them I couldn't wait and got up to leave. I 
suddenly realized I had no idea how to find my way back 
and they laughed. I told them where I was staying and was 
surprised when Trudi said she knew where it was. She 
hailed a cab and gave the driver the address. I waved 
good by and we drove off. 

It was almost midnight as I walked up the stairs to the 
top floor. The reception desk was vacant and I tried to 
be quiet as I walked down the hallway to my room. It 
seemed like every board I stepped on was a creaky one and 
I chuckled quietly to myself. I went to the bathroom and 
washed my face and brushed my teeth.

I went back to my room and stripped to the buff and 
crawled under the coarse bedclothes. I grabbed a book and 
tried to do some reading but my eyes kept closing of 
their own accord so I closed the book and turned off the 
lamp. I turned onto my side and realized I wasn't going 
to fall asleep. My mind buzzed with the caffeine from all 
the coffee I had drunk. I lay there and counted sheep. 

Suddenly I thought I heard a light tapping at my door. I 
lifted my head up and listened. Sure enough, there it was 
again. I turned on the light, got up, went to the door, 
and cracked it open. My first thought had been that the 
woman from the shower had decided to press her offer, but 
I was surprised to find the tow headed receptionist 
standing there in a knee length tee shirt. I backed from 
the door and opened it wider. She looked over her 
shoulder and stepped through the opening. I forgot that I 
was naked and felt embarrassed as she turned to smile at 
me.

I watched as she grabbed the hem of her shirt and started 
to pull it up and over her head. I watched as her body 
slowly revealed itself to me. Her smooth thighs led up to 
a closely cropped pudendum. A taut rippling stomach drew 
the eyes upwards and the round globes of her breasts 
slowly revealed themselves. And round they were, like two 
halves of a large cantaloupe with impossibly dark aureole 
and nipples. 

She stood at the edge of my bed and smiled at me. My cock 
responded and rose of its on accord. She watched as it 
slowly filled like a balloon animal at a children's 
party. It swelled and wound up pointing at the ceiling; 
something it hadn't done since high school. I moved up to 
her and our bodies crashed together. Our mouths pressed 
together like two people dying of thirst who had just 
found and oasis. Her large breasts seared my chest as 
they pressed up against me. My cock was caught between us 
and bent at a strange angle, but I didn't care. 

We broke the embrace and we both sucked in lungs full of 
air. I could feel my heart beating in my chest or perhaps 
it was hers. The blood rushed through my ears and made a 
sound like the waves on a sandy beach. Her eyes were 
bright and her lips were already swollen with lust. I 
bent down and kissed her again, but this time I did it 
gently. She hugged my neck and responded in kind. I ran 
my hands down her back and cupped her ass cheeks in my 
hands. I kneaded the soft globes and pressed my cock into 
her crotch. 

She moaned into my mouth and I did the same to her. I 
couldn't believe how aroused I was. I reached between us 
and cupped the bottom of a breast. I pushed it up as I 
lowered my mouth to the fat nipple waiting there. She 
sucked in a breath as I sucked in the swollen nubbin. I 
sucked and licked the nipple and it got even harder. 

The skin of her aureole puckered and gathered making the 
nipple long and fat. I kneaded the breast as I nursed on 
it and it was full and firm like I remembered from my 
days in high school. I moved to the other breast and did 
the same to it. She made a lot of 'mmmmmm' sounds as I 
played to my hearts content. 

I pulled away finally and looked into those ice-blue 
eyes. They were filled with warmth and enjoyment. She 
leaned forward and pressed her mouth against my small man 
nipple and nibbled on it. I felt something like a small 
electric shock radiate from my nipple.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling. I 
opened them again as I felt her pull away and the saliva 
on my chest felt cool as it evaporated. She slipped 
slowly from my embrace and sat on the edge of the bed. I 
watched as she dragged a finger through the slit of her 
cunt and as she sucked the finger into her mouth. My cock 
twitched as I watched the erotic sight. She smiled and 
lay back onto the bed. I had gotten the message and I 
lowered myself onto my knees.

I peered at her cunt. Her labia were flushed and swollen. 
They blossomed out slightly and I could see the lighter 
skin inside. I could see the glistening of moisture along 
its length. I kissed the inside of her knee and dragged 
my tongue along the silky inside of her thigh. I stopped 
before encountering her cunt and did the same to her 
other leg. I saw her stomach ripple as she chuckled at my 
teasing. I ran my tongue along the crease where her thigh 
met her crotch and she moved her pelvis in anticipation. 
I lightly swept my tongue across her labia and she thrust 
her crotch up, seeking more contact.

I looked up at her peering eyes and smiled. She pouted in 
return. I lowered my mouth to her cunt and kept my eyes 
on hers. I kissed her labia as though it was a mouth and 
she jerked and moaned as I made contact. Her hands 
clutched the bedspread as she waited in anticipation. I 
pressed my tongue against her and licked up the length of 
her slit. 

She moaned something in Dutch or German, but I couldn't 
tell what she said. I pressed harder now and my tongue 
parted her nether lips and pushed into her vulva. Her 
juices coated my tongue and my taste buds savored her 
girlish taste. Her juices were mild and almost sweet. I 
delved deeper into her and stiffened my tongue as I 
pushed it in and out like a small fat cock. She moaned 
and rocked from side to side. 

I pulled away and looked up at her face. She opened her 
eyes and looked at me with imploring eyes. They shone 
with a feverish intensity. I bent back down and worshiped 
some more at her womanly altar. I licked and laved her, 
avoiding her clitoris. She moaned and pawed at the bed 
sheet. Her pelvis moved up and down in short jerky 
motions as she tried to rub her cunt against my tongue. I 
moved up slowly and headed for her clit. 

She froze in anticipation and then her back arched as I 
made contact with the fat little button. Her clit was big 
and round and easy to find. I molested the little morsel 
until she was constantly moaning. My nose brushed against 
her pubic hair and my mind tried to tell me something. I 
suddenly realized that she wasn't shaving her bush, but 
that it was only a sparse growth like that of a young 
girl. I pulled away and looked up at her beaming face. 

She looked down to see why I had stopped and frowned at 
my questioning look.

"How old are you?" I asked her.

She shook her head and put her hands on top of my head 
and pushed me back down into her cunt. I figured it was 
too late anyway so I continued my explorations. I 
alternated between her vulva and her clitoris. At one 
point I pushed a finger into her and stroked it in and 
out as I licked her swollen clit. 

Her cunt was tight around my finger and I wondered if my 
cock would even fit in there. She was moaning loudly now 
and suddenly she scooted away from my busy tongue and 
finger. I looked at her questioningly and watched as her 
chest rose and fell with her rapid breaths. Her eyes were 
opened wide and she shook her head 'no'. She didn't want 
me to bring her off that way. 

She twisted her body until she was lengthwise on the bed 
and patted the mattress next to her. I pushed myself up 
off of my knees and stood with my cock pointing at her. 
She looked from it to my face and smiled. I climbed into 
bed and lie half across her as I brought my musky lips to 
hers. 

We kissed deeply again and her tongue probed my mouth. I 
felt her hand slide between us and it felt electric as it 
wrapped around my swollen member. I groaned into her 
mouth and felt her lips curl into a smile. She pushed on 
my shoulder and rolled me off of her. I lay back and my 
cock pointed to the ceiling. She got up onto her knees 
and wasted no time bending down and engulfing my cock. 

It was my turn to arch my back as her hot moist mouth 
swallowed my sensitive organ. She held onto my shaft and 
moved her head in a corkscrew fashion as her tongue 
teased the corona of my cock head. She pulled her mouth 
off and waggled her tongue along the bottom of my cock. 
It was my turn to groan incessantly. I almost shouted as 
she took me back into her mouth. I knew I would cum soon 
if she kept it up and I reluctantly pulled her away from 
her endeavors. 

She smiled at me as she moved up and pressed her lips 
against mine. We kissed and hugged and she gave my ardor 
time to subside. I reached up and ran my hands through 
her silky flaxen hair. It hung forward like a curtain on 
either side of her lovely face and it was amazing how it 
kept its shape. There was no mussing this silky mop of 
golden hair. A simple shake of the head set each strand 
back in place. I smiled as I savored her beauty. I ran a 
finger along her nose and her eyebrows. She pressed her 
cheek into the palm of my hand and held it there. 

She sat up suddenly and straddled my waist. I felt my 
cock brush against her ass. She bent forward and brushed 
her full breasts back and forth and rubbed her nipples 
against my chest. She sat up and rose onto her knees. I 
looked down between us and saw my fat, turgid cock 
waiting to impale her. 

She reached down between us and grasped my shaft. Aiming 
my cock, she lowered herself onto me. My cock bent to the 
side as she missed her entry and she rose up again. I 
watched her concentrate and she chewed on her bottom lip 
as she tried again. I felt the head of my cock pressing 
into her and suddenly it was grasped by something 
incredibly tight. I sucked in my breath as my turgid cock 
slowly slipped into her tight channel. 

She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Her mouth 
was open and she made a low 'ahhhhh' sound as she slowly 
slid down the length of my cock. She bottomed out before 
I was all the way in and she just sat there for a minute 
as she adjusted to my girth. I felt sure now that she was 
much younger than I had first thought. I hadn't met a 
woman with a cunt that tight in my entire life. 

I felt her tense her thighs and watched as she slowly 
rose up off of me. I could see her inner labia stretch 
out as she slid up my shaft. She stopped before I popped 
all the way out and slowly lowered herself again. She did 
this over and over again. I reached up and grasped both 
of her pendulous breasts and teased her nipples. Her 
breathing began to quicken and became labored, and yet 
she continued the slow steady fucking motions. Her cunt 
had loosened somewhat, but was still tighter than any 
other I'd ever known. 

I could feel every part of her cunt walls as they clasped 
and throbbed around my cock. She fell forward suddenly 
and her hands rested on my chest. Her hair draped forward 
and hid her face and I felt her body shudder. She made 
short gasping sounds in her throat and I realized she was 
cumming. Her legs tightened along side mine and her cunt 
clasped and released my cock in a steady rhythm. She kept 
whispering "Huhn.. huhn.. huhn.." as her breath caught in 
her throat and her body shivered. 

I held on to her hips and let her ride it out. She tossed 
her head and her hair fell all to one side and I looked 
into her eyes. She was smiling at me and her eyes were 
half closed in ecstasy. It was the quietest orgasm I'd 
ever seen or heard for that matter. My cock was still 
hard and I was a long way from cumming.

I waited until her breathing appeared normal and then 
rolled her over onto her back. She clasped her legs 
around my waist and my cock never pulled out of her. She 
pulled her legs from around me as she lie back and raised 
them up until her knees pressed into her fat breasts. I 
felt myself sink in a little deeper. I pushed up on my 
arms and got into a push-up position and started slowly 
stroking into her. 

She studied my face as I worked at satisfying myself. I 
leaned forward and kissed her as my pelvis continued its 
in and out motions. I went at it slowly and soon her 
breathing became labored once again. I began alternating 
between long deep strokes and quick shallow ones. Her 
eyes glistened in pleasure and she grunted as I pushed 
hard into her. I watched as she cupped her own breasts 
and pulled on her nipples. I must have had a strange look 
on my face because she smiled and exaggerated her nipple 
tugging. I felt my nostrils flare and I started pounding 
into her. She reached up and wrapped her arms loosely 
around my neck and her legs stretched out and wrapped 
around my waist. 

I didn't have long to wait before the familiar feeling 
crept up my scrotum and worked up my cock. I felt myself 
explode inside of her and I groaned loudly. I felt the 
muscles on my neck cord up as I experienced one of the 
strongest orgasms of my life. I felt like my insides were 
squirting out of my cock. It seemed like I would never 
stop cumming. 

I felt her groan loudly also and she pushed her cunt up 
to meet my stroke as a second orgasm cascaded over her. 
Our mouths sought each other out and we kissed deeply as 
the throes of orgasm washed over us. I felt my body 
shudder and then hers did also. I collapsed on top of her 
and sighed deeply. I felt her chest heave as she giggled. 
I looked up at her face and she had a beautiful smile on 
her lips. 

Her name was Gretchen. I didn't find it out until the 
next day when I heard the older man call out for her. He 
turned out to be her father and under that gruff 
exterior, he was a very pleasant individual with a heart 
as big as he was. His wife, her mother, had passed away 
almost ten years earlier and he had given up his factory 
job and started this hostel so that he could be there to 
raise his daughter. She was fourteen. 

Our affair continued during my entire stay and leaving 
her was one of the hardest things I've ever done. We got 
no sleep the last night I was there. She wanted me to 
make love to her the entire night. I tried, but I was 
only human. We spent the last few hours talking. I 
promised to write and gave her my address.

My yearning for her was strong for months after my 
return, but like everything else in life it quickly waned 
as I dove into my work and went on with my life. I 
thought of her often and she wrote regularly. She told me 
of her schoolwork and of her father and the Pension. She 
wrote about other Americans that visited and the places 
they came from. I didn't know any of them. 

She talked of Frank and Trudi, who I had introduced her 
to. They had become close friends and had given her an 
after school position at their business. I wrote back 
often, but had little to say other than to comment on 
what she had said in her letters. She sent me pictures of 
her and I watched her mature from afar. She was letting 
her hair grow and she was more beautiful than ever. 

She never talked of boys or men and never answered when I 
asked if there was someone special in her life. I even 
called her at Christmas time and felt my heart quiver as 
I listened to her accented English pour through the 
earpiece. She kept asking me to return and I kept saying 
that I would, but the days turned into months and then 
into years.

I had a five by seven picture of her on my desk. It was a 
simple pose. She leaned forward on her crossed arms and 
smiled directly at the camera. It was dazzling in its 
simplicity and never failed to garner comments from 
everyone who saw it. My secretary would constantly stop 
to look at it. 

She told me that Gretchen was the most beautiful woman 
she had ever seen. I never told anyone that she was only 
sixteen in the photograph. Everyone thought she was 
older. I would often sit and stare at it and chastise 
myself for not going back to visit. It's what I was doing 
about three years after my trip when my secretary buzzed 
me from her desk.

"Bob?"

"What is it, Emily?" I asked. I knew I didn't have any 
appointments that afternoon and was contemplating leaving 
early. 

"There's a Miss Ericson here to see you and she's 
accompanied by a young man."

Emily's voice sounded very strange and I got up from 
behind my desk. I was trying to think of where I'd heard 
the name Ericson before and I suddenly realized that it 
was Gretchen's last name. I stopped short of my office 
door and stared at it while I tried to clear my head. It 
couldn't be could it? I asked myself. I suddenly went 
into motion and pulled my door open and quickly walked 
down the short hallway to the reception area. 

We had a huge half circular desk in reception and it was 
the first thing people saw as they came through the 
double glass doors. Our company logo was mounted in 
three-foot brass letters across the front of the 
reception desk. I stopped at the corner of the desk and 
looked around the reception area. There were a couple of 
business types waiting to see some of the junior brokers, 
but that was all. I looked at the receptionist and 
frowned. 

She raised a hand that held a pencil and made a stabbing 
motion towards the front of the desk. I walked around it 
and found myself looking at the very shapely posterior of 
a blonde woman who was squatting down and talking to a 
very young boy. The boy looked over the woman's shoulder 
and grinned at me. I grinned in return. 

That face looked familiar and it only took me a moment to 
realize that I saw its older version every morning in the 
bathroom mirror. I put out a hand and steadied myself on 
the reception desk. The squatting woman looked back over 
her shoulder and I found myself looking into those 
incredible eyes once again. She rose slowly and studied 
my face as I in turn studied hers. 

I saw her swallow as she tried to speak and finally she 
managed to say, "Hello, Robert."

I felt my eyes moisten and my heart swelled in my chest. 
I never realized how much I'd missed her. I smiled and 
she rushed into my arms. We hugged each other tightly and 
then we kissed passionately. 

"Mama!" A tiny voice said and it brought us back to the 
here and now. 

I looked down and saw the little tyke trying to insinuate 
himself between us. 

"Oh, Bobby," Gretchen said in exasperation and bent down 
to pick him up. 

"Bobby?" I silently voiced and she nodded to me. There 
was no mistaking the intent of the nod. I was looking at 
my son. 

I looked around and noticed everyone was staring at us. 
The receptionist's eyes were practically bulging out of 
her head. I turned and found Emily standing a couple of 
feet behind us. She also had a look of surprise on her 
face. Further along the hallway, I saw my uncle standing 
in the doorway to his office. I took the boy from her 
arms and he came willingly. He studied my face as though 
he was trying to figure something out. 

I took Gretchen's arm and led her back to my office. My 
uncle watched us walk towards him and I saw him study 
Gretchen from head to toe. She was wearing a simple blue 
a-line skirt and creamy blouse with a matching blue 
bolero jacket. Her hair had grown to her shoulders and 
framed that gorgeous face of hers. She was even more 
beautiful than I remembered. My uncle stood with mouth 
agape as we walked passed and headed to my office. 

"Put your tongue away, Leo," I told him and he grinned 
and went back into his office. 

My phone was buzzing as I entered my office and I saw the 
light indicating it was my uncle's private line. I 
pointed to a chair and handed Bobby back to Gretchen as I 
went to pick up the phone. 

"Yes?" I said into the mouthpiece.

"Holy Mother of God!" My uncle's voice shouted from the 
earpiece. "I knew she was gorgeous, but that was a 
walking fucking heart attack. Jesus H. Christ! What's she 
doing here and by God don't tell me that that boy is who 
I think he is."

"Okay then, I won't. Good by." I replied and went to hang 
up when I heard a tiny voice shouting "wait, wait." 

I brought the phone up to my ear again and said, "I 
really have to go Leo. I've got company."

"I know, I know!" He said in exasperation. "When were you 
going to tell me about this?"

"I didn't know, Leo. It's as much a shock to me as it is 
to you," I told him and my eyes were fixed on Gretchen's 
face, which was blushing brightly. Bobby sat on her knee 
and watched me talking into the phone. I winked at him 
and he giggled and looked up at his mother to make sure 
it was okay to react that way. She smile back at him and 
he turned his attention back to me.

I hung the phone up and stared at my two guests. A gamut 
of emotions ran through me; from sorrow to anger. 

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked her gently, trying not 
to sound as though I was angry with her.

"I didn't want you to feel obligated," she said in her 
stilted English.

"Obligated!" I said and realized my voice had risen. I 
saw the boy flinch and put a smile on my face so as not 
to scare him.

"How could I not be," I said as I slid off my chair and 
knelt before her and the boy. I ran a hand through his 
fine brown hair and I felt the tears fall from my eyes. I 
swallowed my passion and whispered hoarsely, "He's my 
son."

I looked up and saw her crying quietly. 

"I didn't know if you wanted him?" She said. 

I took him from her again and hugged his small body to 
mine. I couldn't imagine what she must have had to put up 
with. A fourteen-year-old girl - pregnant. She was only 
seventeen now. I looked over the boy's shoulder and 
studied her. She had her hands clasped between her knees 
and watched me holding our son. She was half smiling and 
half crying. 

I realized then that I was in love with her. For three 
years, I'd thought of her whenever I'd gone out with 
someone else. No one could live up to her. Her classic 
beauty and her passion. She plagued all of my 
relationships. I realized how I looked forward to 
receiving her letters and how I kept thinking of going 
back to see her again and now she was here. Sitting right 
here in my office, in Boston, thousands of miles from 
Amsterdam. 

I saw her look past me and then saw the tears come 
flooding out of her eyes. I looked back and saw that she 
was looking at her picture which sat in the middle of my 
desk. I scooted forward and put my free arm around her. 

"God, I've missed you," I whispered. 

She pushed me back and studied my eyes. 

"Have you really?" She asked, not believing that it was 
so.

"Yes!" I said and kissed her once again. "I love you," I 
whispered into her mouth.

I felt her stiffen and her arms came up and around my 
neck. She pulled me into her chest and held me tightly. I 
knelt in that awkward position and looked into my son's 
face. 

"Mama's crying," he stated simply to me.

"Yes, she is," I said back, amazed that he spoke English.

"Why?" He asked me in childish curiosity.

"Because mama's happy," Gretchen told him and smiled 
through her tears.

We stayed in my office for a while longer and held each 
other until the boy became antsy. He said he was hungry 
and I asked him what he wanted.

"Hamburger!" He said as though he had been waiting to say 
that for a long time.

"Hamburger?" I replied, teasing him. "Well, you've come 
to the right place. That's all we eat in America."

Bobby giggled and Gretchen frowned at me. 

"That's not true, Bobby," she told him and scowled at me. 
I stuck out my tongue at her and Bobby giggled some more. 

I led them out of the office and told Emily that we were 
going out for 'hamburgers' and I didn't know when I'd be 
back. I poked my head into my uncle's office and 
interrupted a meeting with an old client. Henry 
Brouillard greeted me and I saw his eyes light up as he 
looked past me and saw Gretchen standing there. 

"My word," the old tycoon said as he rose to his feet. 
"And who is this amazing creature, Robert?"

"This is Gretchen, Mister Brouillard" I said moving aside 
so that she could be presented to him. The old man took 
her hand and kissed the back of it. He looked at Bobby 
and shook his little hand.

"And who might this be?" He asked Gretchen, but I 
answered for her.

"This is my son Bobby," I said and the old man gave me a 
surprised look. 

"I didn't know you had children, Robert?" The old man 
said.

"Well, I've been keeping her locked away, Mister 
Brouillard. I didn't want the world to see her."

He smiled at me and he looked her up and down once again. 
He looked back and nodded his understanding. 

"Leo," I told my uncle, "I'm going to take a couple of 
days off. I've only got that Snelling contract going, but 
it's all done except for the SEC notification. Can you 
take care of that?"

"Why you bastard," Old man Brouillard said as he slapped 
his knee. "I was wondering who pulled the rug out from 
under me. I'm gonna have to keep my eyes on you young 
man."

I smiled at the old man and my uncle made his 'harumph' 
noise before answering. 

"Fine, fine, I'll take care of it," he said and waved a 
hand shooing us out. 

"By the way," he added as I was about to close the door. 
"I expect to see you and the uh.. family at the house 
this weekend. And, I expect you should prepare them to 
meet Violet."

I closed the door and shuddered. My aunt was the busiest 
of busy bodies. Once she got a hold of Gretchen there 
would be a million questions asked and a lot of fawning 
would be done. She had come up from the streets of 
Boston, just like my family had and she put on no airs. 
She was the kindest of women, but you could only take her 
in installments. 

I led my brood to the elevators and we went down to the 
lobby. Gretchen had left her bags with the security desk 
downstairs and I made arrangements to have them sent to 
my town house. I called upstairs and told Emily to call 
my housekeeper and tell her to expect the bags and that 
we were having guests, but not to worry about fixing up 
the guest room. Emily's voice dripped with suggestion as 
she said she would take care of it.

We decided on walking and I was leading them to Faneuil 
Hall when Bobby spotted a McDonalds and went crazy. We 
rushed him over there and he stood inside and looked 
around in awe. We ordered him a kid's meal and we both 
settled on just a soft drink. We held hands and watched 
as Bobby tried to get some of the sandwich into his 
mouth. His face was smeared with secret sauce and he was 
happy as a clam. 

"How did you manage?" I asked her.

She shrugged as though it hadn't been a big deal. 

"We have a lot of experience dealing with such things in 
my country. There are kindergartens at my gymnasium," she 
told me. 

Gymnasium is what many European countries called their 
High Schools. I was glad to hear she had continued her 
education. I had been thinking of her staying at home.

"Frank and Trudi were very kind. It took a lot to 
convince them not to tell you," she said and I could tell 
how hard convincing them had been. Still, I was going to 
write them a nasty letter.

"And, your father? How did he take it?" I asked and 
watched her tear up. 

"Father loved Bobby," she said and I couldn't help but 
notice she had used the past tense.

"I told him I wanted the child and he accepted it without 
any argument. He treated Bobby like his own son," she 
continued and I watched the tears slowly roll down her 
cheeks.

"What happened?" I asked her.

"He passed away several months ago. He had cancer when 
you met him and we both knew that it would take him some 
day. He went very quickly," She said through her tears. 

"How did you live after he passed? You were all alone 
with Bobby." 

I knew that she had no other relatives and I wondered how 
a seventeen year old could survive on her own with a 
young child to care for.

"Father left us some money and I'd been working for Frank 
and Trudi. It was they who convinced me to come and find 
you. They said you should know about Bobby and that you 
were the type of man who would help us."

"I wish you had come so much sooner," I told her and she 
smiled through her tears. 

We used about a dozen towels and I took the little urchin 
into the men's room so that I could get most of the food 
residue out of his nose, ears, hair, and from inside his 
shirt. We left the restaurant and headed for the park. We 
sat and enjoyed each other's company as Bobby waddled 
after swans and quick-footed squirrels. It was as though 
we had never been apart. 

I studied her face and saw how some of the girlishness 
had turned into womanhood. Her nose was not quite as 
fleshy and her cheeks were a little more pronounced. 
Those crystal blue eyes kept swallowing me up. We 
gathered up the young one as he sat next to us and fell 
into a slumber. It had been a long day for the little 
guy. They had been traveling for an entire day. 

I flagged down a cab and had him drive us to my Beacon 
Hill brownstone. We got out before the building and 
Gretchen looked up at the three-story building and asked 
which floor I was on. Her head whipped about and she 
thought I was joking when I said, "all of them."

We went in and were greeted by Mrs. Reily. She cooed over 
Bobby and asserted as to how Gretchen took her breath 
away. There was a slight awkward moment when she 
commented on how the young fellow looked just like me and 
then the light came on behind her eyes and she just 
nodded her understanding. We lay Bobby on the sofa in the 
living room and I gave Gretchen a tour of the house. 

The bottom floor was kitchen, den, living room, study, 
dining room, breakfast nook, and a large pantry. Mrs. 
Reily showed her the stairs that lead down to her rooms 
which occupied the entire basement. 

We checked on the little guy and then I took her up the 
stairs to the second floor which was half gymnasium and 
half family room. A huge entertainment center and home 
studio filled half of the family room. I could tell 
Gretchen was having trouble accepting all of this.

Finally the top floor was divided into one huge master 
suite and two guest rooms. There was a huge bathroom off 
the master suite with a large sunken tub and separate 
shower. We walked back into the sleeping area and I 
suddenly found myself being pushed down onto the bed.

I thought her mouth was going to suck the flesh off of my 
face as she hungrily sucked my tongue into her mouth. I 
gave in to her for a while and finally pushed her away. 

"Slow down!" I told her. "We've got all the time in the 
world."

"You don't understand," she told me. "I haven't had a man 
in three years."

I was shocked at the revelation. She hadn't slept with 
anyone since I'd been there. She fell upon me once again 
and continued to ravish me. I let her have her way and 
quickly found myself naked. The bedside phone rang and I 
broke away to answer it. 

"The young master is awake, Robert," Mrs. Reily informed 
me. "But, he seems content and I can watch him if you 
wish."

"If you'd be so kind, Mrs. Reily. We'll be down soon. 
Just call if he becomes a nuisance." 

I turned around and came up short. Gretchen had removed 
her clothes and she stood before me in all her glory. Her 
breasts were even fuller and her waist just as narrow. 
Her hips were slender and her legs were long and trim. 
She stood there and let me study her. I could tell she 
wanted me to be proud of her. 

"Mother of God," I whispered again and remembered it was 
the same thing I'd said when I'd first seen her naked 
three years earlier. 

A smile played across her lips and she raised a hand and 
crooked a finger at me. I moved forward and she lead me 
to the bed and then she took me to heaven. Nothing had 
changed. She was still as tight and hot as I remembered. 
She surged against me with a craving that was almost 
scary. She came quickly and then came again as I gently 
made love to her. She came a third time as I poured my 
essence into her. She laid back then and stretched 
languorously like a cat basking in the sun. 

I put on some pants and a shirt and rode the service 
elevator to the first floor. I relieved Mrs. Reily of my 
son and we rode back up to be with his mother. He jumped 
around on the bed and I told her to let him. He was a 
happy child and so well behaved. He had a good 
vocabulary, but mostly only used the words 'why' and 
'what's that'. 

We had a casual meal and they went to bed early. I sat in 
the overstuffed chair next to the bed and sipped brandy 
as I watched them sleep. Gretchen stirred when I came to 
bed and she nuzzled my neck as I lay down next to her. 

"Oh, Robert," she muttered in her half sleep. "I'm so 
glad to be here."

I kissed her on the nose and she smiled and fell back 
into a deep sleep. My mind took forever to wind down and 
a million things paraded through it. I finally fell 
asleep around midnight.

I awoke the next morning to the sound of Gretchen 
whispering, "shhhhh!"

"Don't wake your father," she hissed at the little guy 
and she led him into the bathroom. 

I smiled and snuggled deeper into my pillow as I listened 
to the sound of the tub filling. I tried to go back to 
sleep, but I was too excited. I got up and padded naked 
into the bathroom. I found both of them in the tub and I 
slid in with them. Bobby giggle and held his arms out to 
me. I took him into my arms and sat him on one knee. I 
looked at his mother and saw a question behind her eyes. 
I raised my eyebrows in an unspoken question.

"What do we do now, Robert. I could only think of coming 
to find you, but now that I have. I don't know what we 
are supposed to do."

"Well," I said and tried on the words for size. "How 
about if we got married?"

Her eyes blinked and she stared at me. "You want to?" 

"Of course," I told her. I couldn't understand why she 
found it hard to believe.

"Will it not be difficult?" She asked me. 

I thought about it for a moment. 

"I know someone I can call. I'll call him later and find 
out how we go about it."

She smiled and moved to my side of the tub. She rested 
her head on my shoulder. Bobby looked at us and clapped 
his little hands together. I spent the rest of the 
morning finding out about my son. I also realized that I 
had nothing in the house for him to play with. We rode 
the elevator up and down several times until he stopped 
saying 'again'. We got in Mrs. Reily's way as she tried 
to fix us breakfast. 

Gretchen finally chased us out and we padded upstairs to 
watch Nickelodeon. Gretchen brought our breakfasts up and 
sat with us as we watched weird cartoon animals do even 
weirder things. She made me change the channel after 
seeing a cartoon cat pull snot from his nose. We settled 
on Sesame Street and Bobby sat in my lap and moved along 
with the music. I was very content. I handed him off to 
Gretchen at ten and went down to my den to call my friend 
at the state department. 

I told him what the situation was and he said he'd call 
me back. He called after a half hour and said the only 
problem we had was that she was only seventeen. If her 
father had been alive he could have given her permission 
and everything would have been simple, but now we would 
have to involve the Dutch embassy and he said it might 
take a while. 

I told Gretchen this and it brought a smile to her face. 
She went through her bags and came out with a manila 
folder. She rifled through it and pulled out a sheaf of 
papers and waved them about with a 'ta da!' I took the 
papers from her and found that her father had foreseen 
the eventuality of our marriage and had had a document 
drawn up. I called my friend again and told him what we 
had. He was very encouraging and said he would call with 
the details.

Two days later we had a license. It took a day at 
immigration and a large number of questions were asked. 
The official in charge wasn't happy when he did the math 
and realized she had been fourteen when Bobby was 
conceived but then relinquished when it was found that 
the age of consent in the Netherlands was fourteen. 

We proved that we had been in touch over the three years 
of separation and he marveled at the fifty or so letters 
I had brought along. He asked us some personal questions 
and then finally stamped the necessary forms. We married 
the next day with only a small number of guests present 
and we drove to Martha's Vineyard where Uncle Leo had a 
summer cottage and we settled into our blissful 
honeymoon. 

I realized one day, as we walked along the beach, and 
bobby ran after the gulls, that I was the happiest man 
alive and it had all started with a fourteen-year-old 
girl. She never told me why she came to my room that 
night and I've never pressed her for an answer. She is an 
incredible lover and fills my nights with wanton passion. 

I only hope that I'll always be enough for her. 


The End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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