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

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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.

   These are just words, people.  Just words.  If you have a problem with
words see a competent shrink or an English teacher.  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.



   --==+==-

   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 since it wasn't really her
anymore.

   Mr.  Burke asked me what I was gonna do, and 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 four months worth.  That really hurt my
feelings and finally, disgusted, I just handed him the whole pile of
dollars I'd saved and found in my momma'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, 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.  My plan was 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 and 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 and no boxcars.  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 after the engines passed.  Sure enough, a whole bunch of boxcars
had open doors and I ran up to one, hoping somebody was already in it.  A
large man reached down for me.  I threw my suitcase onboard and held up my
hand.  He reached way 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 momma 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 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 from 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 thought.

   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 just 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 had heard the first time always hurts, though, and I tried to get
ready for it.  The car we were in had hauled sacks of coal and the floor
was dirty, 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 back 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.

   The motherfucker never even said a word.  I never heard him speak once.
I don't know if he could even talk.  I'm just glad he didn't try to kiss me
because 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 watchin' him and he made a shhh
motion with his finger and mouth.  He reached back and pulled a 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.  Yeah!  I thought.
Smash that fucker!

   The guy just keeled over.  He was fucked.  His face was bloody and all
smashed 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 removed the
first guy.

   "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...  I
hadn't done too well with that last guy.

   "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...  if 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, but I wasn't so dumb that
I thought this train would take me right to Mobile.  I knew I'd have to hop
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, it 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 of 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 before the train pulled in the yard to avoid the bulls.  We
walked into town in 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 fried 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 ran into him.

   We walked through the town and found a bar.  Able went in to see if they
had a board where people might advertise for workers needed.  I waited
outside again, I felt so dirty I didn't want people to have to look at 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 so we spent an hour or so walking there.

   Able went into another grocery store and talked to a man who sent us
back the way we'd came a ways, and then he 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 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 to heat 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 did it ever feel good.  The
water got black, almost, I was so dirty.  I washed and then soaked for
thirty minutes 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, but I knew he wouldn't do nothin'
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 out of 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 try
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 and 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.  "Claire..." he said, "were you lettin' 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 to him.

   "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,
but I don't think I could fuck you.  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 neat 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
funny, all stiff and standin' upright.

   "Honey," Able said.  "I'm gonna have to 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, really.  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 okay.  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 to do 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 arm 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 think I could make us some
money, I said.

   Able wouldn't hear nothin' of that.  He almost got mad.  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.

   That night we stayed in a barn somewhere off the road.  It looked
deserted and there was a bunch of hay in it that we burrowed beneath 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.  There Able found work right away
without hardly tryin'.  For a long time, the man said.  It was hard work,
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 since there was a stove.  Maybe a half dozen other men slept in there
on the floor also but we had plenty of blankets.  Able was exhausted and
went right to sleep, and 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 touchin' 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 put it right back though 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 had 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 funny.  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 dunno.  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 momma 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 because I'd made
him feel that good.  I sucked and sucked, feeling that funny cap thing on
my tongue, and rubbing it against the top of my mouth.  I could feel him
twitching and suddenly he squirted a huge glob of stuff 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 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 walked 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
had 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 I won, 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.  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
noise.  Another man, an older man had been watching us and now he
approached quietly 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, inside my mouth.  I knew this one wasn't
going to last long and he didn't.  His cock felt funny in my mouth because
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 other man, too.
Another man watched us and played with his 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.

   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 motor car
tearing up and down 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, but we understood since 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 because I didn't have any panties on.

   A big fat man was eating across from us and 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 looked at Mr.  Fat-ass.
He was staring at me, and 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 had when he
arrived at the restaurant.  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 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 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 would 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 to 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.  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 young and pretty.  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 and 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 it in my
mouth.  The whole thing excited me greatly.  I finally put my finger down
to my crotch and rubbed that little bump in front of 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 tightly.

   "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 on 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 though I didn't know what he had in mind.  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 big happy time.  I just collapsed and laid
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 hit
the Union Pacific rail and that's where we began heading south.

   We walked along the rails and let a few trains pass before one 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 back 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 finally
slowed for a town, 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 just gotta fuck me...  please..."
I felt tears come in my eyes, for some crazy reason.  When he saw that he
just melted.

   "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 over.  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
fingers.  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.  This was so pleasurable to me
that I couldn't imagine more.  It just took me away to a happy place and I
floated on an ocean 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...  it felt good...  different than being licked, but good.  It
felt good to be full of something.  I felt fulfilled, or something.  I felt
really good.  He went slow and I had time to feel it, unlike last time.  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 he said 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 around and moved it in and out as he fucked me.  I had a massive orgasm,
so hard my legs cramped.  It was 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 when it was over.

   He had cum on the third one.  He finally slowed and I could feel that
his cock was getting soft.  He just held me 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 just
about fuck-crazy.

   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 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 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 feel great.

   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 ain't gonna 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, but she wasn't in the book.  Finally we walked to
city hall, barely making it before they closed.  Sure enough, a helpful
clerk found her name and address in a ledger 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 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 so we changed
direction, and headed the right way.  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 by the way he looked at us.  He looked down his long
nose at us and said, "Yuuuhs...?"

   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 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 while I was 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 momma 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 momma 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 happens to sleep in the same bedroom as Aunt Gracie, which gave
me a fit of the giggles.  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 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 servant's 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.  He agreed and 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 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 stables 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 I think she'll
take it with a grain of salt when it happens.  I've found out from living
with her that she's got a few skeletons in her closet also.  But then who
don't?



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