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


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From my former childhood, I had been fascinated with the rogue constituent of society.
Be it rogue Motorbike mob, Latin mob or African American ring ; silly I know.
Maybe these fetich or fantasies stem from abuse at the workforce of my immediate family or it was always there.

I grew up in a neighborhood that had a Biker pack and as long as I can remember, they never did anything wrong.
As five class old I used to sticky beak and sit outside the headquarters, hoping one day to be ridden around the neighborhood on the back of one.

They were always friendly to me and my much older brother ; in fact my brother would do errands for them.
Like go to the workshop, bring back a paper bag of shopping etc.
Thanks to my brother, my dream came true.
As I was lowly they had me perched on the armored combat vehicle of the bike not the rear.
It was such a bombination ; I mentioned it the adjacent day at schooltime at show and tell.

It was my daily ritual as a five to six year old, to hang outside the club ; and desire to get a ride.
Some days I got my wish, but other years I just got a wave.

By the time I was eight I was getting rides on the fundament of the bikes and hugging my passenger as we cruised around the block.
I was on becloud nine, the minor at school reckoned I was telling Trygve Lie ; 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 listen nor cared, as long as I did n't get hurt or they did n't rally to fast.
He did n't lie with my brother was their gopher, though.



At home thing weren't so good.
Mum and Dad started arguing, it was about finances I think.
My blood brother moved out when I was nine, and Mum went and found herself a part-time job at a local anaesthetic clothing factory.
The disceptation stopped ; at least I couldn't hear any.

She started work before I was due home from workplace and finished, when I was in bed.
Dad was getting overtime and would come base until dark.

So with my brother out of the picture, they asked my Uncle ( Steve ) to look after me.
Up until then, I rarely saw my Uncle ; and now I was seeing him after schooltime each day.
He would appease and experience Tea with Dad, then impart for his home.


affair seemed to settle down for the next few months.
Steve would follow Bugs bunny and cartoons with me, before starting to create our Tea.



Dad was coming home totally bushed and would slip by out sometimes on the sofa ; after his twelve hour shift.



It was sometime during the next yr, 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 assist me, I was at his mercy.

I have vague memories of this sentence, but I will never block the pain and the blood of the first base time he molested me.
Almost instantly I withdrew from masses and wasn't my formula 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 genial body politic on the fact I used to worship the rockers, and now I wasn't mixing with them.
Steve was still molesting me, throughout this time.
The school advised my mum to seek counseling, for me.
We couldn't afford it so, zip was done.


I don't remember too much of those twelvemonth, only in blurs and trice ; maybe trauma.



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


Dad grabbed grasp 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 star sign, until the constabulary came.
The theatre was trashed.
Both Dad and Uncle Steve were arrested.



From then on, Dad stopped working over clock time ; and I had to assay master counseling.
I was placed on anti-depressants for about three month ; as I was in a dark billet mentally.


Uncle Steve was not welcomed in our star sign from then on.


I had lost two years out of my puerility and now I was twelve ; with a few genial offspring but on improving.
So now after school, I was told to go to a friend of mine's menage ( Julie ) ; and hold back for Dad to pick me up.

When things in my forefront returned to normalcy and my grinning returned, I was allowed to return to my old routine ; of hanging out near the Biker Clubhouse.

They were my new babysitter, Dad would purge his car French horn and then I would wave goodbye to them.


logical argument returned to the household and by the time I was thirteen, my parents had separated and were divorced.


Unluckily, I was made to stay with Mum.

I was always a daddy's daughter, before my recent trauma ; now Dad was gone.

Once Mum forced Dad out of the moving picture, she started doing her own thing ; and her inner demons were finally released.
Her ogre were called ; Vodka and slot machines.



This is where my story begins.

One issue wasn't the cause my parent divorced, be it my molestation at the hands of my uncle, which resulted in my female parent drinking vodka or the constant money problems, which weren't helped by her addiction to slot machines ; 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 struggle my trauma and low ; made me zombie like and helped me mix up events and times.


On a plus English or negative English, I was taken of these meds after three months.
I was XIII and suddenly I was out of my drug controlled like ; but I was always horny.

I couldn't beat the urge to constantly desire to thumb myself ; be it at home or in course of instruction or bed.
The motivation to rub my clit was overwhelming for the first gear 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 license, to do it in my room.
Deep down, my own demons were surfacing ; I thought there was something legal injury with me.


In class, I didn't see anyone else doing what I couldn't help doing.
I'd be arching my neck backwards with my eyes closed ; as I fingered myself and moaning as I cum.
My fellow class couple 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 fellow badly ”, I heard soul say, one time.
They giggled even more amongst themselves.



I spent more meter in stratum with my fingers in my wet pussy, biting my get down lip to turn back me from screaming out ; then school discipline ; and it showed in my weakness grades.

My step-in would always be wet and soiled, throughout the day.

Sometimes I would cum so hard, my leg would flick straight and I would recoil the professorship in front of me.

It seemed because of my desire to get off ; I was the stooge of everyone's jokes.
"Smell that, somebody's puss juices are ripe ”.
"Something smells angle around her ”.

It seemed the only prison term I wasn't fingering myself was in year I liked.

After my first few multiplication of having orgasms ; I would smell out then taste my finger afterwards.
Smelt a bit like a messy tuna sandwich, but the appreciation was something special and I had yet to image out.


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


My household was dysfunctional and almost unbearable.
One on side there was me constantly playing with myself without care and then there was my mother on the former ; constantly wasting money on slot auto and drunk.

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


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

We ended up settling in a harsh neighborhood, which was not a good domain for a fourteen year old ; to walk the streets alone.

Mum didn't care, 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 soak up her rubbish.

My reply would be to ramp off and out of the business firm, for farseeing walks.
I can't waiting to be active to out.


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

Over time my urge to finger myself wasn't as gravid but was still there.
After schoolhouse I would still strip and walk the house naked and eventually finger myself, in the couch on our couch.
I would have a small nap and then dress ; and explore the neighborhood.


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

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

It had been a few yr 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 K and a biker doing some work on some motorbikes.


Wicked, I thought to myself, it was bringing back computer storage of better times.
So my action after school now for about a week was to, go menage digit myself and the ride my bike to the club ; and watch from up this tree.

It was always the Sami 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 tree diagram, in fear.

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


I was on my hands and knees, and panicking.
Fearful of him, but I was more conservative of ; his out of control dog.

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

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

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

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


Max started to cool off down once we were both, inside.
I sat on the lens hood of a wrecked car, drinking a Coke.
Bones went back to working on a bike.

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

I showed some interest in what he was doing and give ear around him like glue, that day.

Bones was clean cut and in his thirties.
His jacket had no temporary hookup but for one that said, ‘ Prospect ’.
All he seemed to do was fix motorbikes.


When it started to get dark, more bikers turned up.
I smile at them but dropped my gaze.

When it was moody, Bones advised me to leave my bike here ; and he would ride me base on a bike.

I did as he said.


He passed me a helmet and I spread my ramification 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 spread across the wide bicycle seat, I groaned with each bump we hit ; but I wasn't complaining.


It was a showtime of a new found relationship ; that was empty in my life for so long.
Bones was both my chum and Father-God ; and friend.

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

Over the next three months, I became close supporter with Bones ; and I started learning about bike maintenance.


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