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Title:        Rail Riders
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Keywords: pedo, intergen, cons


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A young girl in depression-era America travels the countryside with an
itinerant laborer.

Disclaimer : 

Copyright by the author. Permission is granted to archive, repost, or
publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals, anthologies of
this type of material if unaltered and attributed to the author. This
is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity
among persons under 16 in real life.

This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to reality is accidental
and would be damn surprising. Be warned that this story may involve
explicit descriptions of sexual activities, including some defined
under law as "Weird Shit". Do not read this story if you believe that
fictional characters should not have fictional sex, or if you are less
than the age of consent in your social or legal group, or if you live
under a repressive, totalitarian regime in an out-of-the-way place
such as the USA. If you like it, I did it. If you hate it, I didn't.
If it offends you, it was a misprint. If you want to sue me, I don't
exist. Sue the internet instead. Nobody's twisting your arm. Leave if
you don't like crap like this. These are just words, people. Just
words. 

Be warned, this is a goofy, infantile, poorly written, disgusting and
depraved story with bad punctuation, bad grammar, and lots of
misspelled words. I am not an English major. Deal with it. This story
is based on a story my grandmother once told me about a childhood
friend of hers. She didn't exactly tell me about the sex, but she did
hint that the girl had had to "pay her way", if you know what I mean,
unquote, until the girl was taken in by a friendly man also on the
road. If you don't like it, read something else. Don't bitch at me.
You have been warned.

This story is graded <TAME> compared to some of the shit I've read in
this newsgroup.

This story is what happens when you have too much free time at work.


                              --==+==--


My momma died the spring of '36. It seemed cruel, to me, to let her
make it through that long hard winter, and then take her, just when it
started to warm up again. But that's the way it happened. Mr. Burke,
whom my momma and I both worked for told me what all to do, and helped
me pick out a dress to bury her in. Some people in a truck came and
took her away, and that's the last I saw of her. I found out later
they cremated her instead of buried her, but I guess that don't
matter, it wasn't really her anymore.

Mr. Burke asked me what I was gonna do. I told him I had an aunt in
Mobile Alabama, and I was gonna go stay with her. He asked me about
the rent, and I found out we owed him for four months worth. That
really hurt my feelings, and finally, disgusted, I just handed him my
whole pile of bills I'd saved and found in my mom's stuff. I guess
that was enough, I'm sure it was more than he figgered he'd get for
his four months. I hope to hell he was happy. I walked away broke, and
disgusted at money grubbin' rich folk. I hope his money is a comfort
to him, when he burns in hell.

I had my little suitcase, and the dress I had on. That was about it.
In my suitcase was a few old dresses that I had, mostly stuff too
small for me, now. And a few other odds and ends, some girl stuff,
shit like that. I took everything we had, pretty much, which wasn't
much.

It was almost dark when I left the shack. I went ahead and walked into
town, where I knew the railroad was. That was my plan, to hop a train,
and maybe make it to Mobile. The USA is a big place, and I didn't
understand geography that well, I mean, hell, I had just got to fourth
grade before I had to start workin'. Anyway, that was my plan.

I spent that first night in a field on the other side of the railroad
track. I had a blanket in my suitcase, but I still froze. It was
colder than shit, I had no idea it still got so cold at night. I was
worried about tramps and rail-hoppers, but nobody bothered me that
first night. I think it was just too goddammed cold.

The first train after the sun came up was headed the wrong way. I
walked on down the tracks, to where I was out of sight of the station.
I thought I knew a little about trains, I'd hopped a train a few times
with my uncle, before he was killed. I knew that other folk on the
train would usually help you on, if the train wasn't goin' too fast
yet. I finally settled in a little field, tryin' to warm myself in the
morning sun, and waited on a train.

The first was an express, way too goddam fast. Then a freight, headed
the wrong way. I knew the next train was mine when I saw it. It was
still building speed, and I grabbed my suitcase and headed for the
tracks when the engine passed. Sure enough, a whole bunch of boxcars
had open doors, and I ran up one, hoping somebody was already in it.
Sure enough, a large man reached down for me. I threw my suitcase
onboard and held up my hand. He reached down, put his big hand right
in my face, and pushed me backwards. I fell, rolling through the rocks
and down into the ditch, and the last I saw of the train was the
caboose.

I was madder than shit. I mean, I'm just a girl, barely twelve, but I
coulda killed that motherfucker if I'd met him again. I was really
pissed off, bad. I just sat there, bleeding from a hundred little
cuts, and was pissed. Really pissed. I finally stood, and headed on
down the tracks, the way the train went. It hurt me to lose my shit,
especially because they were mostly things my mom had given me, the
last few years of her life. It was my life, in that goddam box. I was
pissed, pissed and hurt.

Another train passed, a few hours later, going the other way. I didn't
even look up. I'm sure I looked like shit, dirty and bleeding,
trudging along the tracks. Shit, I thought, it just don't get any
worse than this. I knew it would, though, when the sun went down. I
didn't even have a blanket, now. Shit, I thought. Shit.

I was halfway up a hill, an incline, when I heard another train comin'
up behind me. I just let it pass, not even turning to look. When the
freights started, I looked behind me, and saw some open doors comin'
up. I didn't have a suitcase to throw any longer, so I didn't feel
like I had as much to lose. I started running.

Running alongside the tracks is harder than shit. There's a million
little rocks to slip and trip on. I made pretty good speed, though,
I'm a good runner. I looked behind me, as well as I could, and saw a
guy leaning out, his hand down. I grabbed it, and just like I was a
sack of taters or somethin', he pulled me up into the train. Shit, he
was strong.

I looked at him, and opened my mouth to say thanks, and about that
time I realized I'd fucked up, bad. Just the look on his face. He put
one foot behind me, and shoved his hand right in the middle of my
chest, and I fell, hard, flat on my back. Shit.

I just laid there looking up at him, while he unbuttoned his trousers,
and pulled his cock out. I knew what was gonna come next. I might be a
kid, but I been around, a little. I seen my momma entertain menfolk
before, I peeked out the cracks beside my door and watched more than a
few men crawl on top of her. I knew my turn was comin' up, like it or
not.

This motherfucker was fairly large, but at least he wasn't a giant in
his cock. I knew the first time always hurt, though, and I tried to
get ready for it. The car we were in had hauled sacks of coal, and the
floor was filthy, that almost bothered me more than what was fixin' to
happen. My dress was filthy, just from laying on the floor. I looked
at the door, and started to roll over to it, but he stomped his foot
down and stopped me. He dropped to his knees and spread my legs.

He pulled up my dress, and the single most worst thing he did that
pissed me off was he ripped my panties off. The only pair I had. He
just grabbed them and ripped them completely off my body and threw
them down. When he laid on top of me I tried to bite his cheek, and he
leaned up long enough to slug me alongside my head. I don't know if I
passed out or not, but I don't remember the next few minutes, until I
felt the pain.

It really wasn't that bad. It just hurt a little, for a minute or two.
And, I gotta admit... it felt kinda okay, when he got goin'. I knew a
little about sex, like I said, from watchin' my momma, and from some
girls at school, and I knew that it could feel pretty good, if it was
done right. This didn't feel that bad... but I wished he'd asked,
first. 

That motherfucker never said a word. I never heard him speak once. I
don't know if he could. I'm just glad he didn't try to kiss me, he had
bad breath. The stupid motherfucker.

I saw something move from the corner of my eye, and I saw some guy
come down off the roof, into the open doorway. Oh shit, I thought,
here's another. I hadn't thought of this as a danger, as I traveled,
although I know it should have occurred to me. Most of these fuckers
on the rails were ex-cons and gangsters, and I was just a kid. What
the fuck did I expect?

The new guy surprised me. He saw me watching him, and he made a shhh
motion with his finger and mouth. He reached behind himself, and
pulled a fairly large stick out of his pants. The guy fucking me
realized at the last second somebody was behind him and turned, just
in time to get the stick right in his face. Blood splattered down on
me, and I heard his nose crunch, even. I thought, yeah!

The guy just keeled over. He was fucked. His face was bloody and
smashed all to shit. The guy that'd done it laughed, and smiled at me
like he was proud. He should be, he'd smashed that fucker good. He
grabbed the guy's foot, and dragged him to the door, and shoved him
out, just like he was a bale of hay or something. I slowly stood,
looking at the new guy. I was almost waiting for him to crawl on top
of me, now that he'd got the first guy off.

"You okay, girl?" he said, lookin' at me. I nodded, slowly. I looked
at my dirty dress, and tried to dust the black coal shit off it. It
didn't do much good.

"He was takin' advantage of you. He shouldn'a been doin' that," the
man said, and I nodded. Nice of you to notice, I thought.

"Thank ya, mister," I finally said, realizin' at last that he wasn't
going to just continue fucking me. I started to feel a little more at
ease with him. He finally squatted in front of the door, and I
squatted beside him, watchin' the world go by.

"What's your name?" he asked, and I said, "Claire."

"I'm Able," he said, and he presented his hand. I shook it.

"What you doin'? You all alone?" he asked, and I nodded.

"How old are you?" he asked.

"Twelve," I said, and he shook his head.

"You're a babe in the woods, girl, ridin' the rails at twelve. And a
girl, no less. shee-it."

I laughed at that. I could take care of myself. Well, kinda.

"How old are you?" I asked, and he said "Twenty-two."

"Lotsa rough folk ridin' the rails," he said again. "A little girl
ain't got no business on trains."

"I know," I said, "but I gotta get to Mobile and I ain't got no other
way to travel. I ain't got no money."

"Where's your people?"

"I ain't got no people. My momma died two days ago."

"You all alone?" he looked at me. I imagined I could see some sympathy
in his eyes. 

"Well," I said, "I got an aunt in Mobile... I think she's still
there..."

"This train don't go to Mobile," he said. "This line don't, I mean.
Sante Fe don't. You gotta get on a Illinois Central or an ACL line."

I had no real idea what he was talkin' about. I wasn't so dumb that I
just thought this train would take me right to Mobile, though. I knew
I'd have to take a dozen or two to get there. And probably walk a good
part of it.

"I know that shit," I said. He laughed when I said "shit." I know that
most grownups weren't prepared for the way I talked. But that was just
the way I'd grown up. I couldn't help it.

"Where you goin'," I asked him then.

"I dunno, I'm just travelin'," he said with a laugh. "I'll know when I
get there."

We rode in silence for a while. He asked me if I was sore, and I shook
my head. I knew he meant my pussy. I didn't hurt, down there, just
felt a little strange, was all. I could stand it.

He laughed when he heard my stomach growl. I laughed too, although, it
wasn't that funny, I hadn't eaten in like two days.

"We gonna jump at Arlington," he said, "We'll get you somethin' to eat
there. I got a pocket full o' nickels." I nodded. I was beginning to
see some advantage to sticking with this guy. He seemed pretty nice,
and he hadn't yet fucked me over, literally or otherwise.


                              --==+==--


We jumped well before the train pulled in the yard, just to avoid the
bulls. We walked into town, late afternoon. I felt bad because my
dress was so dirty, but what the hell could I do about it. Nothin'.
There was a small general store, and I waited outside while Able went
in, and returned with three meat pies. They tasted better than
anything I'd ever ate in my whole life, and I gobbled two of them down
while he ate one. I thanked him, again and again, and he just kinda
laughed and said, don't worry 'bout it. I was glad again I'd met him.

We walked through the town, and there was a bar. Able went in to see
if they had a board when people might advertise for work to be done. I
waited outside again, I felt so dirty I didn't want people to have to
see me. He came back out, shakin' his head. No work. We walked down
the road. In the distance, we could see another town, or maybe just
still part of this one. It looked larger and busier, though, so we
just spent an hour or so walking there.

Able went in another grocery store and talked to a man, who sent us
back the way we'd came a ways, and then Able went into an office and
talked to another man. He came out pleased. The man was expecting a
load of stuff by rail, and he'd pay Able fifty cents to unload and
unbox it. We followed the man down to the railroad yard, and waited
three hours or so for the train. They shuttled the car onto a siding,
and we went to work. The boxes weren't that heavy, and I helped,
taking them to a warehouse with a little cart. We got done about dark,
and the man paid Able two quarters when he came back and checked on
us. We went into town, and had dinner at a real cafe. That used some
of his nickels, and we still had the fifty cents.

"I'm gonna rent a room, if I can find one for fifty cents," said Able.
We went in search of a suitable flophouse.

Finally a lady told us about a man who'd rent rooms out, and we went
to his house. After some negotiations, he showed us the room. It
wasn't bad, not for two quarters. And, best of all, he'd let us use
his tub. I needed a bath, bad. Able fetched some water and put it on
the stove, and we retired to our room for a while.

When the water was boilin', he poured it and some cold water into the
tub, and got the temperature just right. He nodded to me, and I pulled
off my dress and got into the tub. Goddam, but it did feel good. The
water got black, almost, I was so dirty. I soaked for thirty minutes
or so, and then got out, and dried off with a scrap of a towel. The
man that owned the house watched me the whole time, and I could tell
he was lustin' after me. It kinda amused me, I knew he wouldn't do
anything with Able there to protect me. I kinda put on a show for him,
even, bendin' over and stuff like that. I knew I was makin' his cock
hard, I could see it pokin' up in his pants. Like I said, it amused
me.

I stayed naked while Able scrubbed my dress in the bath water, ringing
it out and finally gettin' most of the coal dust off it. We hung it up
over the stove to dry, and went back to our room.

I was kinda wonderin' about Able by this time, 'bout why he didn't
want to fuck me. Maybe, I thought, because I didn't have any tits, or
any hair on my pussy. Or maybe he was just a nice guy, though I knew
how rare that was, nowdays. Well, I thought, I'll give him a chance to
be a nice guy. But, I might give him other chances, too.

He acted like it was no big deal, me bein' naked. We sat for an hour
on the bed and played cards, with a deck we found in the room. He was
a bad card player, and I was able to take advantage of him. He owed me
several bucks by the time we went to bed.

Able finally blew out the lantern, and we crawled into the bed. I had
heard and kinda seen him takin' his clothes off, and I knew he was as
naked as I was. I cuddled up next to him, feeling his warmth, and his
smooth skin on mine. It felt good. He was silent for a while, then he
said goodnight. I wasn't ready to go to sleep though, I wanted to
talk.

"Able," I said, "Why don't you wanna fuck me?"

He snorted. He still wasn't used to the way I talked, I guess.

"You're just a kid," he finally said. "I ain't no kid fucker."

"So, you know I been fucked before, you saw it happenin'," I said, and
I felt him nod.

"Yeah, that was too bad, that man shouldn'a been doin' that." he had a
thought, though.

"Claire..." he said, "did you let him do that? Did you tell him he
could?"

I knew he'd feel bad about hittin' the man, if I said yes. I was glad
I didn't have to lie.

"No, Able," I said, "he just pushed me down and started in on me. He
helped me on the train, then he pushed me down and started fucking
me."

"Good," he said, and I knew he felt like he'd done the right thing.

"Anyway," I said, "so you know I can do it. Able, you wanna try it?
You wanna fuck me?"

"Claire..." he hesitated. "Claire, little darlin', I love you already.
I don't think I could fuck you, though. You're just a kid. You grow up
some, and then come ask me, okay?"

I sighed. So he was gonna be all righteous about it. Well, I could
work with that. I could whittle him down. I reached down, under the
blankets, and felt for his cock. He flinched and pulled away from me.
I laughed.

"Able," I said, "so we won't fuck. Let me play with it a little,
though. I never touched one before. Come on, lemme play with it."

He sighed, and relaxed. I grasped his cock in my hand, and felt of his
balls, too. His cock was soft, but I could feel it gettin' harder by
the second. Finally it was big and hard, and it felt wonderful in my
hand. I stroked it, and played with the end of it, where I knew it
felt good. A girl I went to school with had played with her daddy's
cock every night, and she'd told me some of the stuff they did. I
tried it, circling Able's cock with my fingers, and jerking it back
and forth. He sighed and groaned a little then, and I knew it was
feeling good. I laughed a little to myself. Guys, guys and their
weenies. Funny shit.

This went on for a long time. I was content to lay there, naked,
beside him, and play with his cock. My eyes were pretty used to the
dark by now, and I pulled the blanket down, where I could see it. It
looked pretty neat, all stiff and standin' upright. 

"Honey," Able said. "I'm gonna shoot off. Lemme turn over, and I'll do
it in the floor, okay?"

I wasn't sure what he meant, but I let him turn on his side, leanin'
out over the edge of the bed. I crouched behind him, my hand still on
his cock, and pumped it back and forth like I knew he liked. He
groaned again, and I felt his whole body tighten up, and then relax.
In the dim light I saw some stuff squirt out the end of his cock, onto
the floor. He squirted five or six times, and finally stopped. I felt
some liquid on my hand then, and I finally released his cock, and
brought my hand to my face, and smelled it. It had the funniest musty
smell to it.

"Able," I said, "what is this shit?"

He laughed. "That's my cum," he said. "That's what makes babies, girl.
If you was old enough, and you got that in your pussy, you'd have a
baby."

Well, shit. That was interesting. Babies came from sticky white shit?
How weird. I wasn't sure if he was pulling my leg or not. I'd heard of
cum before, but I hadn't understood it, before. I felt like I knew a
little bit more about how the world worked, now.

"Able, is this what girls swallow, when people call them cum-eaters?"

He laughed at that. "Yeah," he said, "some girls eat that shit."

What the hell, I thought. I licked it off my hand. It had a funny
taste, but it tasted good, I thought. That stuff came from out of his
body, I thought. From his weenie, his cock. I decided next time we did
this I'd eat all of it. I thought maybe it would excite him, for me to
be eatin' stuff that came out of his body.

"You ever sucked one... before?" he asked, and I shook my head. I
guessed he meant had I ever sucked a cock. I hadn't, although, once
again, I'd heard of such a thing. Hell, I'd seen my momma do it,
before.

"No, but I'll do yours if you wish," I said, and he laughed. He sure
laughed a lot, I thought.

"Little darlin'," he said. "I ain't tellin' you yes or no. You just do
what you want, and don't do what you don't want."

"Yeah, Able," I said, thinking. "Thanks."

He had turned back over by then, and I snuggled up beneath his arm. He
put his hand around me, and I fell asleep, feelin' safe in his arms. I
didn't worry 'bout nothin'.



                              --==+==--


The next day wasn't that great. We were pretty much broke, after the
room. As we walked out of town, I told Able how I'd seen the man last
night watchin' me, and how bad I knew he wanted me. I could make us
some money, I think, I said.

Able wouldn't hear nothin' of that. He almost got mad, I think. He
said he wouldn't allow me to whore myself out, and I understood. I
kinda appreciated it, the way he felt. I mean, I woulda done it, if I
had to... sometimes you don't got no choice. I accepted what he said,
although I figgered we were pretty close to that point, that point
where we had no choice.

We spent that night in a barn, somewhere off the road. It looked
pretty deserted, but there was a bunch of hay in it, and we burrowed
beneath it for warmth. We still damn near froze, but Able kept me
warm. I didn't play with his cock that night,  I was too worried about
freezing to death. We got up with the sun, and continued walkin'
south.

We came to a town named Waynseville. Able found work right away,
without hardly tryin'. For a long time, the man said. It was hard,
unloadin' barges, and he was exhausted that night. The man he worked
for put us up with his hired help, and didn't charge us nothin', which
was good, because we didn't have nothin'. We slept in a room in a
barn, but it was warm, there was a stove, even. Maybe a half dozen
other men slept in there, on the floor, but we had plenty of blankets.
Able was exhausted, and went right to sleep, I lay beside him, my head
on his arm.

There was a kid sleepin' right next to us. I'd seen him lookin' at me
earlier, like he liked me or somethin'. I could just feel it, from
him, like you do sometimes. He was alright, I guess, he was maybe
seventeen or eighteen, I figgered. He was so close he was almost
touching me. It was nice and warm, between two hot-natured men, and I
relaxed, feeling comfortable and secure.

To my surprise, the boy touched me. I felt his hand, on my leg. I
giggled softly, and brushed him away. He came right back, and I felt
him lifting my dress up. I just laid there, and let him. I knew he
couldn't fuck me, not with Able right there, but I wondered what he
was gonna do.

He pulled my dress up, and I felt his hand on my leg. It actually felt
pretty good. He rubbed closer and closer to my pussy, my cunt. Finally
he was touching my cunt, and it did feel good. Way better than that
fucker that fucked me. This was a soft and gentle touch, and he rubbed
my cunt, that place in the front that really feels good. I looked at
him, barely visible in the darkness, and smiled at him. He smiled
back, and sped his finger up a little. Damn, it felt good, just to lay
there while he rubbed me. Every now and then he stopped, and sniffed
his finger, which I thought was crazy. He went deeper and deeper into
my cunt, and finally his finger was inside me. That felt good, too,
but not as good as rubbing that bump had.

We did this for a long time. Maybe hours, I don't know. Finally I
reached down, and touched his pants, where his cock was. He stopped
touching me, and pulled his trousers down, and I could see his cock in
the dim light. I grasped it with my hand, and began pumping it like I
had Able's the other night. He was silent, but I knew it felt good. We
just laid there, his finger going in and out of my cunt, and my hand
wrapped around his cock, stroking it.

Suddenly, the funniest feeling came over me. It felt better than
anything in my whole life had, so far. It was the warmest, softest,
happiest feeling I've ever had. I can't even begin to describe it. I
had never heard of this happening, nobody had ever told me that sex
would make me feel like this. If what we were doing could even begin
to be described as sex. It was such a good feeling that I wanted to do
it every night for the rest of my life.

I don't know if the boy ever knew what had just happened to me. How
much honest pleasure he gave me. I loved him for it, not like I loved
Able, but close. I was still stroking him, and I felt a twitch from
his cock, like I had from Able's that other night, right before he'd
squirted his cum out.

I didn't want the boy to make a mess, and there wasn't really any
place for him to squirt it out, so I sat up, and bent down to his
waist. I'd seen my mom do this to men before, and now it made more
sense. Now I knew what she was really doing, not just sticking their
cocks in her mouth, but sucking on them and swallowing their cum when
it happened. I could do that, I decided. I would do that, for this
boy.

I bent down, and took his cock in my mouth. It tasted funny, kind of
musty and sweaty, but it excited me, for some reason. I sucked hard,
and the boy made a low moan, and I giggled silently. I felt good, that
I'd made him feel that good. I sucked and sucked, feeling that funny
cap thing on my lips, and rubbing it against the top of my mouth. I
could feel him twitching, and suddenly he squirted a huge glob of cum
in mouth, and I swallowed it, without thinking. He squirted again and
again, and finally there was enough of it in my mouth that  I could
taste it again. It just tasted like Able's had, that night I licked my
fingers. I swallowed all of it, and licked it off his cock, as much as
I could. His cock was getting soft again, and I let it slide out of my
mouth, and leaned back against Able's arm. I felt warm and happy
inside. I looked at the boy, and he just stared at me, smiling. I knew
he loved me, I could tell. I was sorry for him that there wasn't more
of me to go around.


                              --==+==--


I tried to help the men unload the barge, but the boxes were way too
big for me. Mostly I just got in the way, and finally I just sat
beside the boat and watched. It was almost dark when they got done,
and we trudged back to the barn. We had beans, we'd had beans for
breakfast and lunch, and we had beans for dinner. What the hell, it
was food, and it was good. Although, six men in a small room... a
whole lot of fartin' went on. I even managed a few that made me proud,
and the men all laughed like crazy when I lifted my leg and did it.

The men all played cards, and finally they let me play, too. Able had
got paid for yesterday, and he loaned me twenty cents, and in a few
hours I'd turned that into almost a dollar. Some of the men were
pissed at me, and I even gave one man his dime back, because he
bitched so much. Poor losers, the lot of them. Finally we just played
cards without betting, they were such goddam poor losers. I gave Able
the money, it was only fair after all he'd done for me. I knew already
he wasn't stingy where money was concerned.

That night, Able hugged me against him, and I finally got myself loose
after he went to sleep. The boy, Tim, was watching me closely, and I
could tell he was pleased when I slid over towards him slightly. That
was all he was waitin' for. He put his hand beneath my dress, and
freed his cock up, and I grabbed it. We just lay there for an hour or
so, givin' each other pleasure, and I felt warm and happy. And, I knew
before it was over, I was gonna have another one of those happy
things. Sure enough, pretty quick, I felt my legs tightening up, and
my cunt felt all nice and warm. He ran his finger in and out of me,
and stroked my little bump, and the warmest, happiest feeling burst
over me, just like the night before. Shit, I was in love with that
feeling, nothing in my life so far had ever felt so good.

Finally I felt like it was only fair to do something for him, since
he'd done that for me. I crawled down and took his hard cock in my
mouth, and sucked. He went for a long time tonight, and I could tell
it was feeling good for him. He finally squirted, filling my mouth up,
and I gulped and gulped his cum down my throat. That was a good
feeling for me, and it excited me, to think what I was doing. I dunno
why, but it really excited me.

We got done, and I started to lay back down on Able's arm, when I
heard a slight noise. Another man, an older man, had been watching us,
and now he approached, silently, on his knees. He already had his cock
out, and it was a big one. I had never seen one so large. He waggled
it at me, and I knew what he wanted. I looked at Tim, and he looked
kinda befuddled, like he didn't know if I should do it or not. What
the hell, I thought, and crawled down to where the man was. I just
stood there, on my hands and knees, and reached down and took his hard
cock in my mouth. I sucked hard on it, and that quick, I felt him
twitch, deep inside. I knew this one wasn't going to last long, and he
didn't. His cock felt funny in my mouth, it was so big, and it almost
made my jaw ache. I did touch his balls, they were big and fat, and
hung way down. I cupped them in my hand, and bounced them up and down.
The man finally filled my mouth up with cum, again and again. I was
surprised at how much he squirted out. When he was finally done I
licked down the length of his cock, and let it drop from my mouth. He
smiled his thanks, and crawled back to his mat. I finally leaned
against Able's arm, and tried to get a little sleep.


                              --==+==--


We stayed there over a week. After the barge was unloaded, there was
several miles of barbed wire fence to put up, and some other things.
Every night I sucked Tim's cock, and one more time I sucked that man,
too. Another man watched us and played with his own cock, but he never
acted like he wanted me to suck him. I probably would have done it,
just for the hell of it. Able woke up a time or two, but luckily it
was before or after I did my thing. I have no idea what he would have
done or thought, if he saw me sucking some other guy's cock. I think
it probably would have disappointed him a little bit. I promised
myself to be more careful, in the future.

We finally left Waynseville one fine spring morning, and were back on
the road. We had a pretty good pocketful of money, from Able's working
and my poker winnings. We actually had some paper dollars, the first
I'd seen in a long time. Crazy.

That afternoon we walked into Deaconsville. Deaconsville, for all it's
religious name, seemed like a hell-raisin' town, with a strip of bars
and roadhouses on the main drag. There was even some kids in a car,
tearing up the dirt road. The locals were just watching them and
laughing.

We went to a restaurant, and had a fine meal. The cook had insisted on
seeing some money, before he served us. We understood, we probably
looked like tramps. My dress was pretty worn and ragged, by then. And,
crazy enough, I still didn't have any panties. I was pretty used to
going without them by now, I just had to remember to keep my dress
down. A funny thing happened at the restaurant, though, because I
didn't have any panties on. 

A big fat man was eating across from us, he had more food on his table
that would have fed the whole town, where I grew up. Watching him eat
was entertainment, enough. I could tell he was a rich fuck, just from
the suit he wore. He looked us over with kind of a sneer on his face,
and I thought, fuck you. Fuck you, you fat-ass rich fuck.

I just sat there, and ate my cheese sandwich, and I looked at Mr.
Fat-ass. He was staring at me, I realized. He was staring under the
table, at me. I realized the way he was sitting, he could probably see
my pussy, underneath my dress. I hitched my dress up a little further,
just to tease him, and I saw him slump down in his seat. His food was
forgotten. He just stared at my cunt, and he looked as hungry as he
probably could manage. I couldn't see his pants, because of the table,
but I wondered if his cock was hard. Surely it was, I thought.

I gave him a show all through our dinner, and we finally each had a
piece of pie. The rich man wasn't through eating, he still had a table
of food waiting on him. When Able finally stood, though, and went to
pay the bill, the rich man stood and approached me. I smiled at him,
happy I'd made his day a little brighter. He reached in his pocket,
and gave me a silver dollar, the first I'd ever had. He said, "You are
such a pretty little girl you deserve a dollar," or something silly
like that, and I giggled. I almost wished I could have done more for
him, I dunno if I could suck a fat man's cock, but I probably would
have tried, if we weren't in the middle of a diner. For another silver
dollar, hell yeah, I would have.

I followed Able out the door, and showed him the dollar. 

"He just gave that to you?" he asked, and I nodded.

"He said it was because I was so purty," I giggled. I didn't want to
tell Able the true story.

"Well, you are purty," said Able, "but, shit, damn... that's a
dollar..."

I gave it to him to keep for me. I considered it our money, not just
my money.

We stopped at a rummage store, and bought two blankets, for when we
camped out, and a pack for Able to put on his back. We marched out of
town, and down the dusty road. A hay truck stopped, and took us twenty
miles, into a town named Lenoire. We spent the night there, in a nice
room that only cost us forty cents. It was nice to be warm at night.
Even the barn that we'd spent that last week in got pretty chilly in
the middle of the night.

I took another bath, in the main room, and three old geezers sat
around and watched me and smoked their pipes. Able scrubbed my back
for me. When I got out I watched the old men, and I could tell they
like seeing me naked. Who the hell wouldn't, I thought. I'm a cute
young girl. I was glad to make their day.

We went to our room, and played cards for a while, then went to bed.
This was our first night alone again. I figgered that Able was ready
to play, and least ready to let me play with his cock, like I had
before. I planned on surprising him.

I just lay on top of him for a while, comfortable and warm. Finally I
wiggled around a little, and reached for his cock. He laughed at me
then.

"You can't stand it, girl, can you," he said, and I laughed. He was
right, I couldn't stand it. I pulled on his cock, and rubbed it until
it got hard. Now, I thought, now we give him what he deserves.

I don't think he was ready for me to put his cock in my mouth, but he
contained his surprise. His cock was nice to swallow, not too big, not
too small, just right. It tasted great, just a little sweaty, a little
salty. It tasted good. I sucked out to the end, and held the little
cap in my lips, running my lips around the backside of it. He moaned,
and I knew it felt damn good. His foreskin was tight on the body of
his cock, but I could wiggle it around with my lips, and I did. It
excited me, to feel that, in my mouth. The whole thing excited me
greatly. I finally put a finger down to my crotch, and played with my
cunt as I sucked on him.

I finally felt that thing inside him start twitching, which meant he
was gonna cum. And cum he did, a giant squirt, which filled my mouth
almost. I gulped it down, and he squirted again and again. Finally he
was done. I slurped out to the end of his cock, and let it drop from
my mouth.

"Darlin'..." Able said, reaching down and pulling me up to his body.
He just lay there and held me tight.

"Little darlin'," he finally said, "I love you, I love you more than
life itself. Thank you, thank you for what you do for me. Darlin',
whatever happens to us, always remember that I love you. Will you?"

"Yes, Able," I said. I kissed him on the mouth, "I love you, too.
Don't you ever forget that."

"I won't darlin', I won't," he said, squeezing me tight.

After some time, he rolled over, and I was one the bottom. He moved
down my body, until his face was right over my cunt.

"Darlin'," he said, "you made me very happy, now let me try and make
you happy."

I was all for that. Who wouldn't be. He bent his head to my pussy, and
began to lick.

Once again, I had a light come on in my head. This, I thought, this is
what it's all about. The feelings he was causing me to have were just
unreal. Nothing had ever felt so good, before. And just from licking,
I thought. Incredible, that licking can feel so good. I wondered why I
had never heard of this before. I guessed I had, though, I guessed
this is what people meant when they said "eating pussy." It wasn't
eating, it was licking. Crazy. But, damn, it felt good. Crazy good.

I had one of those things, those feel-good things, and then I had
another. The second one was even better than the first, maybe I was
warmed up, or somethin'. I just know it felt damn good. I'm gonna do
this every night, I promised myself, as long as I've got a guy with a
tongue, I'm gonna make sure this happens every night.

Able seemed willing just to go on and on. I hoped he was having as
much fun as I was, though I couldn't see how. It probably seemed like
work, for him. He licked all over my crotch, my little cunt, and even
down my crack to my asshole. That surprised me, when he did that, I
thought, goddam, he loves me enough to lick my asshole. That made me
feel as good as anything he'd done, so far. And it excited me, as much
as anything had.

Finally, I had one last happy moment. I just collapsed, then, and lay
there. He finally slowed, and stopped, and came back up to where I
was. He laughed at me, then, at my condition, and I smiled weakly. I
was exhausted.

"Able," I finally said. "What is that called, that really good happy
feeling that I have when you do stuff like that?"

He laughed some more. "That is an orgasm, darlin'," he said. "You were
havin' an orgasm. You came."

"I came?" I said. "Like when a guy cums?"

"Came, cum, same thing," he said, laughing at me. I understood things
a little better.

Orgasm, though. That was a crazy word for something that felt so good,
I thought. But I memorized the word.


                              --==+==--


The next day we went to the park, and just laid around in the
sunlight. There didn't seem to be much work in this town, so we moved
on. We spent the night in Hattesville, in a flophouse, and moved on
again. Finally we crossed the Union Pacific rail, and that's where we
began heading south. 

We walked along the rails, and let a few trains pass before once came
along that Able liked. He ran alongside a boxcar, and tossed me inside
before he swung up into it. We were lucky, there was no one else
riding. We had a can of beans for supper, and settled in for the
night. The rocking boxcar and the click of the tracks lulled me to
sleep.

Come morning, we were both surprised to see another man in our boxcar.
He'd either jumped aboard during the night, or climbed down from the
roof. He just nodded amiably, and we nodded to him. We finally shared
breakfast with him, he had a can of beanie-weenies, and we had another
can of beans. His name was Randolph.

We talked about where we were headed. Randolph was very familiar with
this line, and told us the quickest way to Mobile. He and Able talked
about freighthopping most of the day. I just sat, my feet out the
door, and watched the world go by. We jumped off the train when it
slowed for a town finally, and hopped another when we got back out of
town. We spent the night somewhere east of Memphis, in a boxcar half
full of apples. The apples were pretty good, and we took a sackful of
them with us when we finally jumped back off the train after a few
hours. Randolph said we were three or four days north of Mobile. I was
almost sorry my trip was close to being over, I'd really enjoyed
myself since I'd joined up with Able. And I really enjoyed the things
we did every night.

Finally, with the thought of my travels with Able being closed to
over, I knew I had to act.

"Able..." I said, that afternoon. "Can we get a room tonight? You can
spend my silver dollar if you wish..."

"Yeah," he said. "We'll find a place. We got the money, more than
enough. You gonna keep that silver dollar, though."

We did find a room, in a fairly decent little motel. We had to put
down a deposit, but we'd get that back, if we didn't steal or tear
shit up. 

That night, I had a bath in the main room, once again watched by a
rowful of old codgers. I tried to give them a little pleasure, I bent
over and cleaned the tub out, shit like that. I like making men happy.
I felt like I was good at it.

We played cards, and ate a can of beans. 

"Able," I finally said.

"Yes, Claire..." he answered absently.

"Able, in another few days I'm gonna be at my aunt's, and this trip'll
be over, for me."

He got a sad look on his face. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah."

"Able... before it's too late... you gotta fuck me... please..." I
felt tears come in my eyes, for some crazy reason. When he saw that,
he just melted, I think.

"Oh, baby," he said, and he sat on the side of the bed, and held me,
for the longest time. I was happy just to be held. He finally scooted
me to the center of the bed, and pulled me up. He pulled my dress over
my head, and I lay there, naked. I still wasn't wearing any panties. I
was happy, I knew I was going to get what I wanted.

He stood, and took his own clothes off. I looked at him. His body was
strong and thin and muscular. He looked good, just his looks excited
me. I looked at his cock. It was already hard, standing straight out
from his body.

He crawled up on the bed below me, and spread my cunt apart with his
hands. He bent his face down into it, and began to lick. 

I wanted him to fuck me, but I could have lived with just this. If
fucking is better than this, I thought, I'll be surprised. I knew that
at least he'd get pleasure from fucking me, at least. This was so very
pleasurable to me, I couldn't imagine more. It just took me away to a
happy place, and I floated on a sea of warm fuzzy happiness. It was
incredible.

I came, again and again. I was almost worn out when he finally
stopped, and crawled up my body to my face. We kissed, and I tasted
myself on his lips. That alone excited me, for some reason. We kissed
for the longest time, and I was happy.

He finally wiggled around a little bit, and I felt his cock touch me,
right on the outside of my cunt. I spread my lips, down there, and
helped him guide it in. He began to push, and he slowly entered my
body.

Damn... that felt good... different than being licked, but good. It
felt good to be full of something. I felt fulfilled, or something. I
felt good. He pushed deeper and deeper, and finally his thighs were
touching mine. Then, he pulled out a ways and pushed back in. I
couldn't even breathe when he did that, it felt so good. I just gasped
for breath, and he laughed softly.

He put his face down into mine, and whispered things to me, I have no
idea what, but I loved it. Just the feeling of his hot breath in my
ear excited me. He licked my ear, and I melted. I felt his hands on my
bottom, as he fucked me, and it felt very intense, very sexual. He
rubbed my asshole, and finally, as he fucked me, he licked his finger,
and stuck it in my asshole. That felt unbelievably good, for some
reason, and he wiggled it and moved it in and out as he fucked me. I
had a massive orgasm, so hard my legs cramped. It was very
overwhelming.

After I came back down, he just kept pumping me, fingering my ass. A
few minutes later I had another one, and then one even later. My
stomach muscles hurt from tensing up so much, even.

He had cum, I think, on the third one. He finally slowed, and I could
feel that his cock was getting soft. He just held me, then, and we lay
there, with him still inside my body. He whispered to me again, and I
ate it up. I loved him so much by then I didn't want to give him up, I
wanted to stay with him and live on the road. I whispered that too
him, and he laughed at me.

"Darlin'," he said, "we gotta do what's right. It ain't right, takin'
a kid to live on the road. You need a home, and a woman's touch. You
need somebody that loves you."

"But you love me," I whispered, and he laughed again.

"I do love you. I love you so much it hurts. But I know what's right."

"Able. Will you still come and see me, sometimes?" I asked, and he
nodded.

"Oh, yeah, you won't be able to keep me from it." he said. "Who knows,
I might even settle in Mobile. I've about had enough of travelin'..."

That made me very happy, and I hoped that he wasn't just jerkin' my
chain. If I could see him every few days or once a week I'd be the
happiest girl in town. I held him and squeezed him to me. We kissed
and kissed and kissed. At some point we went to sleep, and then,
before the sun came up, we woke up and fucked again. We fucked long
and slow, and I just came and came. He was very good at making me cum.
He had a talent for it.

We finally got up about nine and went and had breakfast. We went back,
held the room over for another night, and that afternoon we fucked
again. I felt like I was getting very good at fucking. I sucked him,
and he ate my pussy, and then we just fucked the afternoon away. I
fucked him so much I got a little sore, even. That night we went to a
restaurant, and had a nice dinner, and then went back to the room and
fucked some more. We were fuck-crazy, just about. 

The next day we sadly said goodbye to our room, and hit the road. Able
figured we had two more days, before we hit Mobile. We still had a
pile of money, even, and he promised we'd find a room that night. We
hopped a southbound freight, and were two hundred miles closer to
Mobile that night.

We stayed in a sorry-ass cheap roach-ridden flophouse that night, but
we didn't care. I think that's where I got bit by bedbugs, but I still
didn't care. We fucked like a couple of newly-weds, all that night,
and we got up early the next morning, and fucked again. There was a
hint of desperation in our fucking, I think, because we knew it was
fixing to end. I felt sad to think of having to give it up. I was just
a kid, I mean, but damn... this was something I'd discovered that I
truly enjoyed. This was something that made me feel complete, made me
feel powerful and healthy and a million other things. It made me
complete, as corny as that sounds.

We hit the road again, and spent the last night in Waynesborough, in a
classy hotel on the little main strip. We had a bathroom, with a
fucking fancy-ass indoor flush toilet, even. I think that Able wanted
something special for our last night together. He'd said it was barely
eighty miles from here to Mobile. Eighty miles, fuck. We could almost
walk that. I felt sadness again, to think that this was about over.

For the first time I wondered about my aunt. I barely knew the woman.
How would she feel, with a kid just showing up out of nowhere? What if
she told me to get lost? I wanted to make sure that Able stayed
around, just in case that happened. I can't say I wanted that to
happen, but I'd accept it, if it did. I'd live with it. I'd just take
back off, with him. In a way, I did almost wish that that's what'd
happen. I loved him and I wanted to stay with him.

We rolled into Mobile on a ACL freightliner, in the middle of a
hundred empty boxcars. We hopped off at the city limits, and spent the
rest of the afternoon walking into town. Finally a farmer gave us a
lift, and dropped us off on a street named Dexter avenue. We had lunch
at a diner, and I looked my aunt up in the phone book. I knew she was
pretty wealthy, and I hoped she'd have a phone. She wasn't in the
book, though. Finally we walked to city hall, barely making it before
they closed. Sure enough, a helpful clerk found her name and address
for me, and wrote it on a scrap of paper. 

We walked and walked through the busy city. I felt a little
intimidated by all the people and the traffic, and Able laughed at me.

We had to stop and ask directions a half-dozen times, and finally, as
the sun hung low in the Western sky we moved into progressively
classier and classier neighborhoods. We got some funny and some
suspicious looks, even, from people out in their yards. I felt out of
my element, for certain.

At last we came to her street. We were a few blocks south, though, so
we changed direction, and headed in the right direction. Soon, all too
soon, we stood in front of a large, southern-style mansion. This, I
thought, this is my aunt's house? This mansion? I turned to Able. I
was afraid to go ring the bell.

He just laughed, and strode up the walk. He pulled a rope, and a bell
rang inside. I got ready to run.

A man in a black suit answered the door. I could tell he was a
high-class snob, just the way he looked at us. He looked down his long
nose at us, and said, "Yes?"

Able motioned for me to speak. I took a gasping breath.

"Uhm..." I said, "I'm Claire Wilmont. I'm here to see my aunt, Miss
Gracie Wilmont."

The man just stared at me, surprise evident on his face.

"Child," he finally said, "we have been sending PI's all over the
country looking for you. Wherever have you been?"

He rushed us into the house, and when we got into the fancy living
room he literally shouted "Gracie!" at the top of his lungs, making me
jump.

"Yes, Irwin?" said a voice, and I turned. A little old southern lady
stood in the doorway, looking at us. That quick, she knew who I was,
although I never remembered seeing her in my life. She almost ran
forward, and hugged me in her arms. For some crazy reason I started
crying, and she started, too.

"Oh, child, we thought we'd lost you!" she said. "Where have you been
this last week!"

"I was just gettin' here," I said, still blubbering.

"How did you come?" she asked.

"Mostly by train," I said, honestly.

"That took a week?" she asked, and I realized she thought I meant
riding in a train, in the passenger car. I giggled, still crying,
which felt weird.

"No, ma'am," I said proudly, "we hopped boxcars the whole way."

She just stared at me like I was crazy. I giggled again, just from the
look on her face.

"You got a story to tell me, child," she said. "Come here into the
kitchen and I'll fix you some chocolate gravy and biscuits, while you
tell me all about it."


                              --==+==--


I told Aunt Gracie and Irwin the whole story, pretty much. I left some
stuff out, of course, like I just told them about the man who tried to
"have his way with me", instead of saying he'd actually fucked me a
little bit, and I told them how Able had saved me. And of course I
didn't tell them I had fucked Able. I was on my best behavior, and
tried not to cuss at all, although I did hear Aunt Gracie say "Shit!"
once when she touched a hot plate. I felt at home, already.

Most of the time she just stared at me and shook her head. I guessed
that I'd impressed the hell out of her, and I found out later I was
right. I found out she'd bought me a train ticket to come live with
her whenever she found out my mom had died, but I was already on the
road by then. I found out lots of things about my mother, living there
with Aunt Gracie, some good, and some bad. I still have no idea why we
lived in Kansas, instead of down in Alabama with the rest of the
family. My mom had had some funny ideas, along with being slightly
crazy.

Irwin is a butler and manservant, whom I noticed the first night there
also just happened to sleep in the same bedroom as Aunt Gracie. That
gave me a fit of the giggles, too. I liked Irwin, he was a snob, but
not towards me. He gave me candy and even let me sip his brandy once,
although I sprayed it all over him.

Aunt Gracie and I had a long talk later that first evening about Able.
I told her that he'd saved my life more than once, which was true, and
that he was a perfect gentleman, and never did anything that I didn't
want him too, which was true, also. I know Aunt Gracie was pretty
perceptive, and I later wondered how much she figured out, but she was
very sweet towards Able, and let him stay in the stables, in the
servants quarters. The next day Able and I talked in depth, and he
told me that we could never again fuck, as long as I was living here
with my aunt. I understood, although I figured when I got a little
older I could change his mind, if he was still around. That night Aunt
Gracie told him he could live in the servant's quarters and she'd even
pay him if he'd agree to do the yard work and repairs and shit around
the house, and he agreed. I was happy he'd be staying with us, I just
hoped he wouldn't get the itch to set out on the road again.

That's my story, I'm a perfect little southern gentlewoman now, I
always wear clean panties, and I never hardly ever cuss anymore,
unless I'm really pissed. Life with Aunt Gracie is pretty laid back,
though, and that hardly ever happens. Irwin takes good care of us. I'm
even back in school, if you can believe it.

Able lives in the stable, and I get to see him every day, which was
hard at first, but I've gotten used to being a little girl again. He's
only ten years older than me, and I figure when I'm sixteen or so we
can take up where we left off. Aunt Gracie is pretty understanding,
and she'll take it with a grain of salt, if it happens. I've found
out, living with her, that she's got a few skeletons of her own in her
closet, too. But then, who don't? 


                           


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