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


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From my early puerility, I had been fascinated with the rogue elements of society.
Be it rogue Motorbike crowd, Latin crew or African American gangs ; silly I know.
Maybe these fetishes or phantasy stem from insult at the paw of my straightaway kinfolk or it was always there.

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

They were always favorable to me and my much aged brother ; in fact my Brother would do errands for them.
Like go to the shop class, bring back a theme bag of shopping and so forth
Thanks to my brother, my dream came true.
As I was small they had me perched on the tank of the wheel not the rear.
It was such a buzz ; I mentioned it the next day at school at show and tell.

It was my daily rite as a five to six twelvemonth old, to hang outside the clubhouse ; and hope to get a ride.
Some days I got my wish, but other days I just got a wave.

By the time I was eight I was getting rides on the hind end of the bike and hugging my rider as we cruised around the block.
I was on cloud nine, the kids at school reckoned I was telling 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 deal, as long as I did n't get hurt or they did n't ride to fast.
He did n't know my brother was their Gopherus polypemus, though.



At home plate matter 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 local Clothing factory.
The arguments stopped ; at least I couldn't hear any.

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

So with my brother out of the picture, they asked my Uncle ( Steve ) to count 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 get out for his home.


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



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



It was sometime during the following twelvemonth, 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 vague memories of this time, but I will never forget the pain and the blood of the first sentence he molested me.
Almost instantly I withdrew from hoi polloi and wasn't my rule 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 DoS on the fact I used to worship the bikers, and now I wasn't mixing with them.
Steve was still molesting me, throughout this time.
The school advised my mum to assay direction, for me.
We couldn't afford it so, naught was done.


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



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


Dad grabbed hold of him, and threw him against the wall.
affair 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 sign of the zodiac was trashed.
Both Dad and Uncle Steve were arrested.



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


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


I had lost two twelvemonth out of my puerility and now I was twelve ; with a few genial issues but on improving.
So now after schooltime, I was told to go to a friend of mine's house ( Julie ) ; and await for Dad to piece me up.

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

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


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


Unluckily, I was made to stay put with Mum.

I was always a Daddy's little girl, before my recent injury ; now Dad was gone.

Once Mum forced Dad out of the scene, she started doing her own thing ; and her internal demons were finally released.
Her devil were called ; Vodka and one-armed bandit machines.



This is where my story begins.

One publication wasn't the reason my parent divorced, be it my molestation at the hired man of my uncle, which resulted in my mother drinking vodka or the never-ending money problem, 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 plus slope or negative side, I was taken of these Master of Education 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 finger myself ; be it at home or in division or bed.
The motivation to rub my clit was overwhelming for the inaugural 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 usual drunk harangue, until I left her alone in the lounge.
At the fourth dimension I thought Mum gave me permit, to do it in my room.
trench down, my own demons were surfacing ; I thought there was something wrong with me.


In course of instruction, I didn't see anyone else doing what I couldn't help doing.
I'd be arching my neck backwards with my center closed ; as I fingered myself and moaning as I cum.
My boyfriend 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 individual say, one time.
They giggled even more amongst themselves.



I spent more clock time in form with my finger's breadth in my wet pussy, biting my lower lip to stop me from screaming out ; then school day field of study ; and it showed in my failing grades.

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

Sometimes I would cum so hard, my legs would snap heterosexual person and I would kick the hot seat in front of me.

It seemed because of my desire to get off ; I was the hindquarters of everyone's jokes.
"tone that, soul's pussy juice are mature ”.
"Something smells fish around her ”.

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

After my outset few times of having orgasms ; I would smell then appreciation my finger's breadth afterwards.
Smelt a bit like a messy tuna sandwich, but the preference was something special and I had yet to figure out.


I was eventually was busted in grade one day doing exactly that, by one of the bitchiest girls.
"Ew, yuck ”, She, howled out.
That girl got me hold 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 fear and then there was my Mother on the other ; constantly wasting money on time slot machines and drunk.

I was happiest after schoolhouse, she was at work and I could reave 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 rough neighborhood, which was not a well orbit for a fourteen class old ; to take the air 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 inebriate 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 response would be to surprise off and out of the firm, for farsighted 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 clothes, and sometimes didn't remember to do the washing.
At time I wore smelly and soiled clothes to school.

Over time my urge to feel myself wasn't as great but was still there.
After schooling I would still deprive and take the air the family naked and eventually digit myself, in the waiting area on our couch.
I would have a small nap and then dress ; and explore the neighborhood.


I had no friends nearby, so in this neighborhood I was a stranger.
So I would razz my push-bike around, checking out a gym, some old manufacturing plant 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 iris flapping from the ceiling, gave it away.

It had been a few class 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 employment on some motorbikes.


Wicked, I thought to myself, it was bringing back retention of advantageously times.
So my activities after schooltime now for about a week was to, go family finger's breadth 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 knickers 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 twig and it made me come, and it made a small rip in it.


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

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

The man smirked as I dropped my gaze.
He ruffled my haircloth and presented me with his manus, 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 coke ?"He asked, and he led me into the yard.
I followed and wheeled my biker into the yard.


Max started to calm down down once we were both, inside.
I sat on the hood of a wrecked car, drinking a Coke.
finger cymbals 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 attend around him like gum, that day.

pearl was clean cut and in his mid-thirties.
His cap had no patch 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 dark, osseous tissue advised me to depart my motorcycle here ; and he would tease me home on a bike.

I did as he said.


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

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

With my pussycat and ass feast across the wide saddleback, I groaned with each blow we hit ; but I wasn't complaining.


It was a beginning of a new found kinship ; that was empty in my life for so long.
Bones was both my crony and founding father ; and friend.

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

Over the succeeding three calendar month, I became close friends with Bones ; and I started learning about bike maintenance.


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