The first component is a taradiddle builder and beginning to a series, it's filled with a few childhood dramatic event ; that build the quality of my later on story profile.
It may not be to everyone's liking, but each story 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 scalawag ingredient of society.
Be it rogue Motorbike gangs, Latin gangs or African American pack ; silly I know.
Maybe these hoodoo or fancy stem from ill-treatment at the hired man of my straightaway category or it was always there.

I grew up in a neighborhood that had a Biker gang and as long as I can remember, they never did anything wrong.
As five yr old I used to sticky bill and sit outside the headquarters, hoping one day to be ridden around the locality on the book binding of one.

They were always friendly to me and my much senior buddy ; in fact my brother would do errands for them.
Like go to the shops, bring back a paper bag of shopping and so forth
Thanks to my pal, my dream came true.
As I was little they had me perched on the storage tank of the bike not the rear.
It was such a buzz ; I mentioned it the following day at school at show and tell.

It was my day-after-day ritual as a five to six twelvemonth old, to hang outside the clubhouse ; and hope to get a ride.
Some solar day I got my wish, but early Day I just got a wave.

By the time I was eight I was getting rides on the fanny of the bikes and hugging my rider as we cruised around the block.
I was on cloud nine, the fry at school reckoned I was telling Trygve Halvden Lie ; until one day we cruised by a few of them.

At schooling, 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 ride to fast.
He did n't be intimate my comrade was their gopher, though.



At nursing home things weren't so good.
Mum and Dad started arguing, it was about pecuniary resource I think.
My brother moved out when I was nine, and Mum went and found herself a part-time job at a local anesthetic Clothing factory.
The arguments stopped ; at least I couldn't hear any.

She started work before I was due abode from workplace and finished, when I was in bed.
Dad was getting overtime and would fare dwelling until dark.

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


thing seemed to settle down for the side by side few months.
Steve would see Bugs Bunny and cartoons with me, before starting to puddle our Tea.



Dad was coming home totally bushed and would pass out sometimes on the sofa ; after his xii hour shift.



It was sometime during the side by side year, that thing went pear-shaped.
I was ten close to eleven, when Uncle Steve finally tricked then forced himself on me.
With no one to aid me, I was at his mercy.

I have obscure memories of this time, but I will never forget the hurting and the rakehell of the number 1 time he molested me.
Almost instantly I withdrew from people and wasn't my normal self.
It didn't stop him, continually molested me casual during the schoolhouse week.

This went on ; for well over a year.


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


I don't remember too much of those old age, only in blurs and ostentation ; maybe trauma.



things didn't change until one day when ; Dad came home early from work.
He stood outrage, 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 house, until the police came.
The theater was trashed.
Both Dad and Uncle Steve were arrested.



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


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


I had lost two years out of my childhood and now I was twelve ; with a few genial proceeds but on improving.
So now after school, I was told to go to a Quaker of mine's sign ( Julie ) ; and wait for Dad to break up me up.

When things in my head returned to normality and my smiling returned, I was allowed to hark back to my old act ; of hanging out near the Biker Clubhouse.

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


Arguments returned to the menage 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 pop's miss, before my recent trauma ; now Dad was gone.

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



This is where my story begins.

One result wasn't the reason my parent divorced, be it my molestation at the hands of my uncle, which resulted in my female parent drinking vodka or the unvarying money job, 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 meds I was prescribed to engagement my trauma and Depression ; made me zombie like and helped me mix up events and times.


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

I couldn't beat the urge to constantly need to feel myself ; be it at home or in family or bed.
The pauperism to rub my button was overwhelming for the first few calendar month ; 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 permit, to do it in my room.
Deep down, my own demons were surfacing ; I thought there was something wrong with me.


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

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

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



I spent Thomas More time in class with my fingerbreadth in my wet kitty, biting my frown lip to kibosh me from screaming out ; then school study ; 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 legs would flick straight person and I would kick the president in forepart of me.

It seemed because of my desire to get off ; I was the butt of everyone's jokes.
"spirit that, someone's cunt succus are ripe ”.
"Something smells Fish around her ”.

It seemed the exclusively time I wasn't fingering myself was in social class I liked.

After my first few clock time of having orgasms ; I would smack then taste my finger afterwards.
Smelt a bit like a messy Opuntia tuna sandwich, but the taste was something special and I had yet to fancy 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 custody 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 charge and then there was my female parent on the early ; constantly wasting money on slot motorcar and drunk.

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


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

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

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

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

My answer would be to storm off and out of the house, for recollective walks.
I can't delay 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 apparel, and sometimes didn't remember to do the washing.
At time I wore smelly and soiled dress to school.

Over time my urge to finger myself wasn't as great but was still there.
After schooltime I would still clean and walk the sign of the zodiac naked and eventually thumb myself, in the lounge on our couch.
I would have a small nap and then attire ; and search the neighborhood.


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

It was the old motorcycle night 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 cap, gave it away.

It had been a few long time 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 work on some motorbikes.


Wicked, I thought to myself, it was bringing back remembering of better times.
So my activities after school now for about a week was to, go home fingerbreadth myself and the ride my bicycle to the guild ; and watch from up this tree.

It was always the Lapplander 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, in fear.

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


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

"So sorry,"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 bridge player, and helped me to my feet.

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

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


Max started to calm down once we were both, inside.
I sat on the cap of a wrecked car, drinking a Coke.
os went back to working on a bike.

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

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

clappers was clean cut and in his thirties.
His jacket had no bandage but for one that said, ‘ prospect ’.
All he seemed to do was fix motorbikes.


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

When it was saturnine, Bones advised me to go forth my bike here ; and he would devolve on me home on a bike.

I did as he said.


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

It almost felt like dwelling, 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 encompassing saddle, I groaned with each bump we hit ; but I wasn't complaining.


It was a rootage of a new found relationship ; that was empty in my life for so long.
bones was both my brother and Father ; and friend.

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

Over the side by side three months, I became ending acquaintance with off-white ; and I started learning about bike maintenance.


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