The first function is a story builder and beginning to a series, it's filled with a few childhood dramatic play ; that build the character of my later story profile.
It may not be to everyone's liking, but each tarradiddle needs a start.
Bare with it, the sex scenarios begin after this chapter.


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From my early childhood, I had been fascinated with the rogue elements of society.
Be it scalawag Motorbike mob, Latin gang or African American gangs ; silly I know.
Maybe these hoodoo or fantasies stem from abuse at the script of my immediate house or it was always there.

I grew up in a neighbourhood that had a Biker gang and as long as I can remember, they never did anything wrong.
As five twelvemonth old I used to sticky nib and sit outside the central office, hoping one day to be ridden around the neighbourhood on the binding of one.

They were always friendly to me and my much one-time sidekick ; in fact my comrade would do errands for them.
Like go to the shops, bring back a paper bag of shopping etc.
Thanks to my Brother, my dream came true.
As I was small they had me perched on the cooler of the bike not the rear.
It was such a bombilation ; I mentioned it the next day at schoolhouse at show and tell.

It was my everyday rite as a five to six twelvemonth old, to give ear outside the club ; and hope to get a ride.
Some Clarence Day I got my wish, but other days I just got a wave.

By the clock time I was eight I was getting rides on the buns of the bike and hugging my passenger as we cruised around the block.
I was on cloud nine, the kids at school reckoned I was telling prevarication ; until one day we cruised by a few of them.

At school, no one messed with after that ; even though they did n't anyway.
My Dad did n't mind nor cared, as long as I did n't get hurt or they did n't tantalize to fast.
He did n't know my buddy was their gopher, though.



At family affair weren't so good.
Mum and Dad started arguing, it was about finances I think.
My brother moved out when I was nine, and Mum went and found herself a part-time job at a topical anaesthetic Clothing factory.
The arguments stopped ; at least I couldn't hear any.

She started work before I was due home from body of work and finished, when I was in bed.
Dad was getting overtime and would get along home plate until dark.

So with my Brother out of the film, they asked my Uncle ( Steve ) to reckon after me.
Up until then, I rarely saw my Uncle ; and now I was seeing him after school each day.
He would stay and have Tea with Dad, then impart for his home.


Things seemed to settle down for the side by side few months.
Steve would take in Bugs bunny and cartoons with me, before starting to make our Tea.



Dad was coming home totally bushed and would extend out sometimes on the couch ; after his xii hr shift.



It was sometime during the next class, that things went pear-shaped.
I was ten close to eleven, when Uncle Steve finally tricked then forced himself on me.
With no one to help me, I was at his mercy.

I have shadowy memories of this time, but I will never block the painful sensation and the rip of the starting time time he molested me.
Almost instantly I withdrew from masses and wasn't my normal self.
It didn't stop him, continually molested me daily during the school week.

This went on ; for well over a year.


Dad blamed my mental state on the fact I used to revere the bikers, and now I wasn't mixing with them.
Steve was still molesting me, throughout this time.
The schooling advised my mum to seek direction, for me.
We couldn't afford it so, nothing was done.


I don't recollect too much of those years, only in blur and flashes ; maybe trauma.



Things didn't variety until one day when ; Dad came home early from work.
He stood shocked, as he witnessed me bent over the couch arm and Steve fucking me.


Dad grabbed hold of him, and threw him against the wall.
Things smashed.
Steve tried to blame me but Dad wasn't having any of that, and beat him senseless.

They fought all over the theatre, until the police came.
The household was trashed.
Both Dad and Uncle Steve were arrested.



From then on, Dad stopped working over time ; and I had to seek professional counseling.
I was placed on anti-depressants for about three month ; as I was in a dour station mentally.


Uncle Steve was not welcomed in our home from then on.


I had lost two years out of my puerility and now I was twelve ; with a few mental proceeds but on improving.
So now after school, I was told to go to a booster of mine's house ( Julie ) ; and waitress for Dad to pick me up.

When affair in my head returned to normality and my smile returned, I was allowed to return to my old routine ; of hanging out near the Biker Clubhouse.

They were my new baby-sitter, Dad would cast his car horn and then I would beckon adios to them.


controversy returned to the home and by the clip I was thirteen, my parents had separated and were divorced.


Unluckily, I was made to stay on with Mum.

I was always a papa's girl, before my Holocene epoch trauma ; now Dad was gone.

Once Mum forced Dad out of the picture, she started doing her own matter ; and her internal daemon were finally released.
Her fiend were called ; Vodka and expansion slot machines.



This is where my tarradiddle begins.

One issue wasn't the reason my parent divorced, be it my molestation at the helping hand of my uncle, which resulted in my mother drinking vodka or the constant money trouble, which weren't helped by her addiction to slot auto ; probably both don't help.

I blamed myself at the time.


One weekends I stayed with Dad, but briefly as he moved into state and I contact with him.

The Master of Education I was prescribed to conflict my injury and natural depression ; made me zombie like and helped me mix up result and times.


On a plus side of meat or minus side, I was taken of these MEd after three months.
I was long dozen and suddenly I was out of my drug controlled like ; but I was always horny.

I couldn't beat the impulse to constantly require to finger myself ; be it at home base or in class or bed.
The need to rub my clitoris was overwhelming for the first few months ; after I came of my meds.

Mum was disgusted in me, and told me to do that in my room.
She would then go on one of her common drunk rants, until I left her alone in the lounge.
At the time I thought Mum gave me permission, to do it in my room.
deep down, my own fiend were surfacing ; I thought there was something wrongfulness with me.


In year, I didn't see anyone else doing what I couldn't help doing.
I'd be arching my cervix backwards with my eyes closed ; as I fingered myself and moaning as I cum.
My fellow division mates would snicker amongst themselves ; as they knew what I was getting up too.

I would finger so embarrassed so after, as I could see them staring at me and giggling.

"Gee does she need a boyfriend badly ”, I heard someone say, one time.
They giggled even more amongst themselves.



I spent More time in class with my finger's breadth in my wet cunt, biting my lower lip to contain me from screaming out ; then school studies ; and it showed in my failing grades.

My scanty would always be wet and soiled, throughout the day.

Sometimes I would cum so hard, my pegleg would flick straight and I would complain the chair in front line of me.

It seemed because of my desire to get off ; I was the backside of everyone's jokes.
"Smell that, mortal's kitty juice are good ”.
"Something smells Fish around her ”.

It seemed the sole time I wasn't fingering myself was in classes I liked.

After my first few time of having orgasm ; I would sense then taste my finger afterwards.
Smelt a bit like a mussy Anguilla sucklandii sandwich, but the appreciation was something peculiar and I had yet to figure out.


I was eventually was busted in class one day doing exactly that, by one of the bitchiest girls.
"Ew, yuck ”, She, howled out.
That girl got me detention and a admonition from my year co-coordinator.


My household was dysfunctional and almost unbearable.
One on slope there was me constantly playing with myself without tutelage and then there was my Mother on the other ; constantly wasting money on slot machine and drunk.

I was happiest after schooltime, she was at body of work and I could strip off and do whatever I wanted ; and I did.


Mum's money problem became an issuance and we began to move around a lot ; almost every few months due to her problem.

We ended up settling in a approximate neighborhood, which was not a well area for a fourteen yr old ; to take the air the streets alone.

Mum didn't attention, she only cared for herself ; and some weeknights I never saw her.
When I did we would fight as she was drunk and always argumentative.

This is probably, how my Mum and Dad were like before ; but Dad wasn't here now to imbue up her rubbish.

My answer would be to force off and out of the theatre, for long walks.
I can't time lag to move to out.


We had no TV now, as Mum hocked it off ; so it was boring at home.
Mum also rarely bought me new clothes, and sometimes didn't remember to do the washing.
At clock time I wore smelly and soiled apparel to school.

Over sentence my urge to feel myself wasn't as majuscule but was still there.
After school day I would still strip and walk the planetary house naked and eventually finger myself, in the lounge on our couch.
I would throw a small nap and then dress ; and explore the neighborhood.


I had no friends nearby, so in this locality I was a stranger.
So I would ride my push-bike around, checking out a gym, some old manufactory and then a big fortified fenced building.

It was the old Motorcycle Club, my crony used to run errands for.
It looked slightly different to what I remembered, but it was the Same club.
The flag flapping from the roof, gave it away.

It had been a few years since I bumped into anyone there.


I climbed a tree to see over the fence.
What I saw was, dozens of wrecked cars around the yard and a biker doing some employment on some motorbikes.


Wicked, I thought to myself, it was bringing back retentiveness of better times.
So my body process after school now for about a week was to, go domicile digit myself and the ride my bicycle to the ball club ; and watch from up this tree.

It was always the same biker repairing bikes.
He spotted me and yelled out.
"Hey you, get down from there,"he yelled, and walked out and confronted me ; with a big dog.

I almost crapped my pants and fell out of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, in fear.

The dog barked and barked at me, as I tentatively climbed down from the tree.
My chick caught on twig and it made me fall, and it made a modest rip in it.


I was on my mitt and knee joint, and panicking.
Fearful of him, but I was more cautious of ; his out of control dog.

"So regretful,"I apologized softly.
The dog started snarling at me.

The man smirked as I dropped my gaze.
He ruffled my whisker and presented me with his hand, and helped me to my feet.

"I'm Bones and this is Max ”, the biker said.
"Jessinta or Jess ”, I said.

"Would you like a blow ?"He asked, and he led me into the yard.
I followed and wheeled my biker into the yard.


Max started to chill out down once we were both, inside.
I sat on the hood of a wrecked car, drinking a Coke.
pearl went back to working on a bike.

"What are you doing ?"I asked.
"Tuning the carburettor,"he replied.

I showed some involvement in what he was doing and hung around him like glue, that day.

Bones was clean-living cut and in his 30.
His jacket had no patch but for one that said, ‘ chance ’.
All he seemed to do was fix motorbikes.


When it started to get dark, to a greater extent rockers turned up.
I smile at them but dropped my gaze.

When it was dark, finger cymbals advised me to entrust my bike here ; and he would ride me domicile on a bike.

I did as he said.


He passed me a helmet and I spread my legs apart and sat on the back of his Harley.

It almost felt like home, being back on the seat of a Harley and hugging a Biker ; as we rode the road.

With my pussy and ass bedcover across the all-embracing saddle, I groaned with each bump we hit ; but I wasn't complaining.


It was a commencement of a new found relationship ; that was empty in my lifetime for so long.
osseous tissue was both my comrade and father ; and friend.

I spent the majority of my evenings, flirting and pestering with Bones.

Over the following three calendar month, I became close friends with finger cymbals ; and I started learning about bike maintenance.


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