Chapter 1
There is a sleepy little rural town just south of Rochester, New York, called Rushdale.
The village itself is no more than a crossroads, consisting of a general store, the post office and a bar called Hooky's.
Most of the people in the town are fanners, who, because they are poor, are forced to work their own fields, without the help of employees.
Others have various blue-collar jobs, like factory or construction work.
It was generally known as the poorest section of Monroe County, and the people were looked down upon as being uneducated.
The rich folks in the rest of the county referred to the residents of Rushdale as poor white trash.
It was not the best place in the world to bring up a family, but many of the people were kind and simple and everybody had a keen instinct for survival.
"At least the air is clean," they would say in defense of their community.
It was almost Christmas time in 1980, and the farmers had very little to do except to sit in Hooky's and sip the foam from the tops of small glasses of draft beer.
The beers cost a quarter, and if you sipped and didn't chug, you could kill a whole afternoon in Hooky's for a fin.
It was Saturday morning and Sheree Masters was just waking up.
She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes with two tiny fists and stretched her arms with a yawn up toward the ceiling.
She had grown used to the condition her bedroom was in and she no longer minded its shoddy appearance.
The walls were made of uncovered plaster board and the floor was uncovered wood.
The house smelled like wood smoke from the wood stove which still sat in the middle of the living room.
The Masters were very poor, and Sheree couldn't wait until she was old enough to get the hell out of there.
She was wearing a thin white nightgown with nothing underneath.
It was chilly in the house so she slipped on a pair of slippers before she made her way to the window to see what the weekend looked like.
To her surprise and pleasure, it was snowing! That made her very happy.
For the past couple of years there had been no snow for Christmas, which made the holiday even bleeker for the Masters than usual.
There wasn't enough money for a lot of presents, so a white fluffy blanket of snow on the ground inevitably made things cheerier.
Sheree's father was named Dick and he made all of the family's money by working t in construction for a big company in the city.
He had to face the constant threat of being laid off and his life was filled with stress.
This stress wore off on the other members of the family, and there was always an expected tension in the home.
Sheree wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. She had an urge to climb right back into bed and bury herself under the covers where she knew it was nice and warm, but she was too excited about it being Saturday to go back to sleep, and she was afraid she was going to miss something.
She was the type who hated to sleep. She thought of it as wasted time.
If her body didn't demand rest nightly, she would have gladly stayed awake and alert twenty-four hours a day.
Sheree's mother was named Pinky, and she was, even Sheree knew, what was commonly called a tramp.
She could have gotten a job and helped the rest of the family by making some money, but she was a lazy bitch, and preferred to blow milk money in Hooky's killing her pain.
It was also well known that Pinky Masters had the morals of a mink.
After a few quarter drafts at the bar she was inevitably open for suggestion, and there was always a truck driver who had his moves down, who could talk Pinky into getting into the cab of his truck for a quick plow.
Sheree was ashamed of her mother, but she was the only mother she had.
She couldn't wait until she was eighteen so she could hit the road and go to California.
Sheree was sixteen and she prayed to God each night that she would have the strength to stick it out until she was a legal adult.
She knew that if she ran away now, her mother would call the cops and within days she would be dragged home by a twisted ear.
It wasn't out of any great love and respect for her family that she stayed either.
It was simply that she knew if she left home she would have to leave school, and without her high school diploma, she knew she faces this kind of existance for the rest of her life.
Sheree had an older brother who was eighteen, and who dropped out of school two years before because he wasn't into it.
He worked bagging groceries at the general store and then spent all of his money on booze and drugs.
He was still living in the house and more and more every day he was considered a leech.
His name was Larry and he was tall and handsome. His face had ugly rings under his eyes from lack of sleep, and though Sheree had never confirmed her suspicions, she was sure he was taking dangerous drugs which had turned him into a junkie.
Pinky had gotten pregnant by Dick when she was only fourteen and the result was Larry.
They had gotten married, because that was what they were supposed to do.
There was still some unnamed hostility toward Larry from both of his parents.
They blamed him for fucking up their lives. If he had not come around, Pinky and Dick were convinced things would have turned out a lot better.
Sheree knew that they would have found another way of fucking up their lives without Larry's unwanted appearance.
Sheree did not receive the same kind of hostility from her folks that Larry did, because she was the second child and she was little and cute.
But she still had always gotten the feeling that she was considered a burden more than a joy.
It can be hell for a little girl to know that her parents wish she wasn't around because she sapped the beer fund.
Now Sheree could feel herself turning into a woman and she knew that her life was going to change in many ways in the very near future. At least she hoped so.
She was quickly becoming an outrageously beautiful little girl.
Although she knew that she would never be any taller than five foot, just like Pinky, she had long straight black hair which spilled gracefully down over her shoulders and her breasts seemed to be getting larger every day.
Indeed, she was developing huge tits. Her breasts stuck straight out and didn't sag the least little bit.
She had never worn a bra and she certainly had no need to.
She liked to wear white tee-shirts so that her nipples would show.
Sheree was starting to become very attracted to boys. She wanted to have sex very badly, but she had never as much as allowed a boy to touch her below the waist, even with her clothes on.
She told herself she was learning from her mother's mistakes.
She didn't want to screw up her life royal by getting knocked up by some busted scumbag.
The trouble was, her body was screaming at her almost constantly for sexual pleasure.
It wasn't easy to shut a guy's gas off when she wanted to get laid just as much as he did.
But she had remained good and her hymen was intact and she was proud of that fact very much.
It hadn't taken her very long to come up with at least a partial solution to her problem.
She masturbated four or five times a day and this kept her sexual urges down to a minimum.
Still she could tell that the orgasms she gave herself by diddling her clitoris with her fingers was nothing compared to what a big hard stiff cock could do.
She tried to push those things into the back of her head but they always managed to come back up to the front against her will.
She hoped she would not end up looking like her mother someday.
Pinky was also very short but she had been dying her dark hair blonde for some time.
There always seemed to be a half inch of black roots showing, which only added to Pinky's cheap image.
Sheree even wondered sometimes if Dick was really her father, or if he was just the sucker who got stuck with the tab.
As Sheree hugged herself and watched the snow fall to the ground ouside her window gracefully, she could feel that old familiar ache in her loins emerging like a pack of stampeding animals.
She knew that before she did anything on this day, she would have to make herself come.
She had a hell of a time concentrating on anything when she was horny.
She took one last long look out the window at the winter wonderland.
Their house was on a winding dirt road on the edge of a big pine forest, and with the exception of a couple of telephone poles then-was no sign of civilization.
There weren't even any tire tracks on the road yet. If there hadn't been drainage ditches on either side of the road, one would not have been able to tell it was there.
Sheree could hear Pinky and Dick laughing hysterically downstairs.
She could tell by the tone of their voices that it was still late Friday night for them.
They had been out all night drinking and were now fucking their way through the morning.
Sheree didn't want to go down there yet. She was afraid her parents would be fucking right out in the open someplace and she was always embarrassed when she had to look at that.
She tried to imagine that a horse drawn sleigh was going down the road with Christmas carollers on the back.
But all she saw was a frozen blank world. That was how Sheree felt about everything.
Everything was frozen and blank. She couldn't wait until she went to California where everything was full and warm.
Sheree moved away from the window and climbed back into her bed.
She got underneath all of the covers and shivered until she was warm.
She could feel her little pussy getting all wet from it's own natural lubrication.
She tried to plug her ears to the obscene sounds she heard downstairs.
Sheree's nipples were hard and erect from a combination of her horniness and the chill in the air.
She pulled her white nightgown over her head and dropped it to the floor.
She lay there now naked and warm with her cunt throbbing and her nipples buzzing.
Her waist was very thin and her torso then spread out into near perfect round firm hips.
She was, what the men in Rush dale preferred to call a looker.
She often was whistled at by truck drivers, and though this made her feel special and good, she knew the same thing had probably happened to her mother when she was a teenager, and it certainly hadn't gotten Pinky anywhere.
Sheree had little hands with very long fingers. She had always thought that her thumbs were too long and were out of proportion with the rest of her hand, but no one else had ever commented on it so she figured it must be her imagination.
Her nails were long and she kept them filed so they were uniform.
She never wore any nail polish on either her fingernails or her toenails.
She tried to avoid anything that could make her look cheap.
Everyone in town knew who her parents were and they expected her to put out to anyone who asked.
Sheree knew she had to go out of her way to show that she was not as cheap as her background would indicate.
She laid her fingertips lightly on her hard nipples and shuddered at how good that felt.
Her nipples were very sensitive. She often wondered if she could make herself have an orgasm by just touching her nipples. She knew it would take a lot of patience but she was willing to give it a try someday.
She diddled and pinched her nipples for a long time, and each sensation seemed to travel immediately down her spine and go directly into her cunt.
She could feel that her cunt lips were all swollen and moist.
Her clitoris throbbed with a great ache, and she could tell that that pink hot pearl of super erotic flesh was erect and protruding from its sheath that usually all but covered it.
She felt as if she was in her own little womb, away from her troubles, when she was underneath all of her covers touching herself in a sensuous way.
Then she ran the palms of her hands flat down her belly, noticing how each nerve in her body seemed fully prepared to give her pleasure.
Yes, she was very hot this Saturday morning, and she knew that when her orgasm came it was going to be a very big one.
Sheree had a thick patch of pitch black pubic hair that grew above her virgin cunt.
She had sparser short and curly hairs on either side of her thick outer cunt lips and between the cheeks of her round firm ass.
She began to fantasize. She told herself that she was in Southern California, lying on a beach. She didn't know the names of any of the beaches there but she guessed that it didn't make any diffrence which one.
She moved her fingertips very slowly down her torso until they touched the top of her thick pubic patch, which totally covered the bone which was very close to the skin at that point.
She had heard that her pubies were there to act as padding for when a man drove his cock into her as hard as he could.
In her fantasy she was surrounded by three hunky lifeguards.
They were all tall and handsome and muscular and they each had been in the sun so much that their skins were bronzed.
She was lying on a blanket on the beach with her legs spread wide open and while two of the lifeguards sucked her nipples the other was positioned between her open thighs so he could eat her cunt.
She worked her fingers through the forest of pubic hair until she was touching the slippery outer lips of her cunt.
She could feel goose bumps forming all over her body as her forefinger became wet from her cunt juices.
She could feel the passionate ache in her loins growing in leaps and bounds.
The sexual tension seemed to be centered both in her clit and in her lower abdomen.
She knew the ache in her abdomen was actually deep up inside her pussy, where she had never been touched.
She used the side of her hand to slide up and down on top of her outer labia.
She couldn't help but moan a little at how good that felt.
Her love button, which was standing at attention at the top of her pussy, was yearning to be touched hard and fast, but she did not give it direct stimulation yet, because she knew her climax would be better if she saved the best for last.
She spread her legs open as far as they would go and raised her knees up in the air.
She used her long nails at that point to scratch up and down the insides of her thighs.
Next to her cunt and her nipples, the insides of her thighs were the most sensitive places on her body.
She was also very sensitive on her ass, especially between the cheeks and on the ass-hole itself, but after a lot of thought, she decided her thighs felt better when they were touched.
Then the little girl pulled the lips of her cunt open. as far as they would go so she would be able to touch the soaking wet hot pink folds of flesh within.
In her fantasy, the lifeguard between her thighs was lying on his stomach and was just about to dip his hot tongue into her boiling honey pot.
She often, at this stage of masturbating, had an awful urge to plunge her fingers deep into her cunt, thus tearing away her hymen.
She knew there was an itch deep inside there that could only be scratched by deep penetration.
But she always held back from this urge and she never violated herself deep enough to injure her cherry.
She wanted to leave that thin membrane intact until she decided upon her first lover, which she figured wouldn't be for a while.
She thought that if a man was going to take her virginity away from her, he should at least have the honor of popping her cherry.
She explored the inside of her cunt using the ball of flesh at the tip of her forefinger.
She left no corner of her quim untouched. She explored every nook and cranny of her cunt with that finger.
She ran her finger up and down the inner lips of her cunt, getting ever closer to her throbbing clitoris, but never actually touching it.
She couldn't help but squirm around underneath the covers.
She moved her hips in a circular motion and arched her back.
She moved her shoulders so that her hard tingling nipples would brush against the covers which lay on top of her.
She was breathing very heavily by this time, and her mouth was gaping, as if her jaw had become locked in the open position.
Her face was red from the flush of lust she felt filling her entire body.
Her eye s were closed tight and behind those lids she had visions of sunshine and tanned muscular lifeguards.
Then she moved her finger up and touched her clitoris as lightly as she possibly could.
Even this most subtle contact made her hips buck and she made a loud grunting noise.
She knew that Dick and Pinky were in the throes of their own rancid lust so they would never hear her sounds of joy from upstairs.
She stretched her legs out flat in front of her so that her toes were pointing at the two bedposts at the foot of the bed.
She had cute chubby little toes that inevitably curled under when she was as horny as she was at that point.
She increased the pressure on her clit with her finger slowly and she began to move her love button around in irregular circles.
Then she flicked her finger up and down across her erect clit very fast.
She could feel the ball of sexual tension building up inside her and she knew that at any second it was going to burst.
At the last second she pressed her finger hard against her clit and that was all it took to set her off completely.
Her face contorted with her ecstasy and she almost kicked the covers off.
Her finger was still on her clit as she felt the great ripples of joy soar up and down her spine.
The orgasm lasted a very long time and by the time it was over Sheree's whole body was covered with a thin layer of lust sweat.
She gave a couple of final sharp jerks as the last few smaller spasms bolted through her torso.
Then the orgasm was replaced by a terrific warm afterglow.
She lay still for a long time trying to catch her breath.
If it felt that good when she diddled herself, she had no idea how good it was going to feel when she finally got fucked.
She also had no idea how short-lived her virginity was at that point.
Just then, she heard the squeak of footsteps on the stairs.