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 The Little Runaway 1 Written by Muffin Stuffer
   Copyright (c) 2010, Muffin Stuffer.  ALL Rights Reserved
   Setting: Story takes place in the 1950s in a Midwestern region.  It is
loosely based on a true story.
   My name is not important but I am or was a railroad engineer on a
regional railroad.  I was married but had no kids as my wife was infertile.
We had such great plans when we married on having 4 kids, 2 boys and 2
girls, to raise, nurture and love.  But that was not to be so it was my
wife, me and the dog.
   I work odd days and nights and frequently am gone overnight as the run
is lengthy at times.  On this particular occasion it was a run with 100
cars all destined to 15 towns.  There are always pickups of empties along
the way.  My engine tonight was a large Challenger with a 4-6-6-4 wheel
arrangement.  This is the largest locomotive I am licensed to operate.  It
was built for Union Pacific in early 1942.
   I did my usual walk around and met my partner on the locomotive, the
fireman and I had 2 brakemen riding along to help do the braking.  They
usually rode in the Caboose.  As we were doing the walk around looking for
problems I spied a backpack in the corner of the tender.  There is some
room to easily hide in the tender that is immediately attached to the
locomotive.  I looked at my fireman and pointed to the backpack.  It was
getting dark and he is an easy going guy.  He shrugged his shoulders and we
left the backpack be. .
   We climbed aboard.  I waved the Red Lanterns and got my response from
the caboose.  I pushed the lever forward and we began the slow
acceleration. The noise on a locomotive is very loud and the chugging and
such was too much for the backpack.  The firebox was in good shape and
wouldn't need to be stoked for a long time.  We had a smooth level run for
about 15 miles.  The backpack got up and came into the locomotive.  There
was a face, though dirty, wearing a pair of dungarees and a plaid shirt. 
Under the hat was a pile of hair.
   "What do we have here?" I asked.
   "Looks like a girl." My fireman replied.
   I picked her up.  She weighed next to nothing.  I looked into her teary
eyes and they were bright blue.  I took her hat off and her long hair
cascaded down around her face and shoulders.  It was filthy dirty.  I asked
her what her name was.  She said, "Jennifer but they call me Jenny."
   "Well Jenny, I bet you are hungry, huh?"
   She nodded her head.  We had three drop-offs at a lumber yard in the
next town and they had a nice café that I had eaten in before.  I told my
fireman that while I was dropping the stock he could take some money and go
over to the café and get some food for Jenny and a big milk shake.
   He thought that was a good idea.
   Later, after she had eaten and we were on our way, she came up to me and
thanked me.  I had to pay attention to driving that monster so I picked her
up and held her.  I let her look out the window as I did and even let her
pull the whistle when we approached crossings.  She picked up real quick
the white signs along the tracks with the big black "W" on them meaning to
blow the whistle.  Crossings out here always get 2 longs, a short, and a
long - blowing through the crossing.  She liked doing that too.
   When we got to the next town, she had to go potty.  I showed her where
she could go and she was reluctant to go next to the tracks.  Finally, I
stayed with her and helped her drop her pants and do her business.  I could
see her bald pussy open as she strained to poop and I tried to avert my
eyes but it was no use.  I was mesmerized by her little sex.
   She finished and I handed her some TP we carry on the locomotive.  (We
have to potty too and freight trains don't have bathrooms) I helped her
with her pants.
   "How old are you, Jenny?"
   "11" she said.
   "Why are you on this train?" I asked.
   "I am running away from home.  My daddy and mommy fight all the time
over me and they beat me." She replied.
   "Do you have any brothers or sisters?"
   "No!" She had tears in her eyes again.
   "Well, where do you live?  Do you know?" I inquired.
   "Not really just Illinois.  There is a river near our farm but I am not
allowed to go there."
   "Well honey, when we get to a big town, I will turn you over the sheriff
there and he can get you home."
   "NO, I WON'T GO." She yelled and cried some more.  She was now sobbing
loudly even over the sound of the train.
   "OK honey, calm down.  I won't do anything to hurt you further.  Stop
crying now.  At that time the fireman started shoveling more coal into the
firebox.  Jenny sat on my lap with me sitting on the large stool made for
the engineer.  I held her tight and could sort of feel some little breasts
forming on her chest.  I played with them as I held her and she seemed to
like it.
   When we came into the towns along the track she would get out of sight
and let us do our work.  We would drop full cars and pick up empty ones. 
We had to do a lot of switching with the help of the brakemen to get the
cars arranged correctly.  About 12 hours later, we had one more stop and
drop the last 15 cars.  There were no pickups there.  We would have a
layover of 4 hours for rest.  I always have a rooming a rooming house run
by a widow lady.  We went there and the widow lady looked at her and me. 
She said we could stay but there was only one bed and she would wake me as
usual. .
   Inside the big bedroom, I took off my shirt and let my overall top fall
to my waist.  I helped her out of her coat.  "Let's get you a bath," I
said. She nodded with a little smile.
   I began drawing the bathwater.  I found some bubble bath in the closet
leftover from another guest, I supposed.  I poured a generous amount in the
hot water.  The bubbles grew and grew almost as big as her smile.  I
stripped her naked.  She was a dirty doll.  I tested the water with her
toes and she said, "OK" so I put her in and let her soak.  She was so
little in that big claw tub.  I went out to the bedroom and stripped to my
boxers.  My cock was rampantly hard.  I couldn't remember when I had been
that hard except maybe when I was with my wife.  I laughed. .
   I got my shaving gear and went into the bathroom.  I lathered and
shaved. I noticed she took an interest in me.  I rinsed the remaining
shaving cream from my face and dropped my shorts.  Naked now I got into the
tub with her.  The water felt wonderful.  I was relaxed and she watched my
every move.  I had two wash cloths with me so I soaped one and began
washing her face, neck and ears.  I knew her hair would need a thorough
washing too but I had no shampoo.  A few minutes later there was a knock at
the door.  The house owner said, "Here is shampoo for the girl," then she
left.
   How to do this?  I wondered.  I stood her up and washed every nook and
cranny starting at her shoulders, lifting an arm, turning her around and
that's when I saw them.  She had strap welts all over her back and
buttocks. I asked her about them.  She said, "Daddy did that to her naked,
in the barn and he gagged me so I wouldn't yell and scream."
   "Where was your mommy?"
   "In the house.  She would take me into her room and put lotion on me
when I finally got away from daddy." She told me.
   "Are you gonna beat me too?"
   "No honey, I don't beat kids.  Kids are to be loved and nurtured," I
told her and hugged her.
   I continued washing her.  When I got to her private parts, I put her
foot on my thigh since I was kneeling.  I took the soap and lathered my
hands.  I washed her gently with my soapy hands and felt inside her crack
and got her clitty too.  She smiled and flinched when I found her love
nubbin.  I smiled and asked, "Does that feel good?"
   "Yes, I like that." She said.
   I washed her buttocks and got all the way to her little rosebud.  I
washed it thoroughly getting more smiles and moans.
   I opened the drain and put the shower hose over the nozzle of the faucet
and tested the water then I rinsed her clear of soap.  I took great pains
with her little vulva and even got my little finger inside her hole.  I
didn't feel any hymen but I didn't go too deep in her.  She sighed and held
onto me as I played with her.
   Now her hair.  I had her bend over and I took the hand shower and wet
her hair then shampooed her generously.  I had shampoo everywhere.  She
kept her eyes covered with a damp wash cloth as I washed her hair three
times.  I had used almost half a bottle of shampoo but her hair was clean
to the scalp.  She was a flaxen blonde.  I rinsed it carefully and felt the
water cooling some.  I had her stand there with a towel wrapped with her
hair in it as I took my bath.  She watched every step as I washed my hair,
face, neck, ears, chest, cock, balls, and butt.  She reached out to my hard
cock and touched me as I soaped it and she helped.  She was shy at first
apparently afraid I would hurt her.  I then rinsed with the hand shower and
she held it on me watching the water stream off my cock.  I had to pee so I
let it go and she watched incredulously.
   She must have had to pee too so she squatted and let it go.  I rinsed
her vulva and rubbed it to be sure it was clean.  Then we got out and I
dried her and I.  After we cleaned up the mess in the bathroom we retired
to the bed.  I climbed in and lifted her up and put her on my chest.  She
lay there holding me as I hugged her to me.  She still had that towel
around her hair.  I confined my touches to her buttocks and she would
squeeze my finger when I tried to put it in her anus.  She liked it though
from the expression I was seeing. .
   We took a short nap and awakened by the room keeper right on time.  We
got up and I finished drying and then brushed her hair.  She was tangle
free and beautiful.  I found some clean clothes in her pack and she dressed
in clean dungarees and plain red shirt.  She had no clean panties so she
went without them.  We left and got some food at a diner and returned to
the locomotive. .
   To be continued.
   
  
The Little Runaway 1