The first part is a taradiddle detergent builder and beginning to a series, it's filled with a few childhood play ; that build the grapheme of my previous tarradiddle 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.


>
From my early puerility, I had been fascinated with the rogue component of society.
Be it scalawag minibike work party, Latin bunch or African American gangs ; silly I know.
Maybe these fetishes or fantasies stem from revilement at the workforce of my contiguous house or it was always there.

I grew up in a neighborhood that had a Biker crowd and as long as I can remember, they never did anything wrong.
As five year old I used to sticky pecker 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 honest-to-goodness crony ; in fact my brother would do errands for them.
Like go to the shop class, bring back a paper bag of shopping etc.
Thanks to my brother, my dream came true.
As I was belittled they had me perched on the army tank of the bike not the rear.
It was such a bombilation ; I mentioned it the succeeding day at schooling at show and tell.

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

By the metre I was eight I was getting drive on the stern of the cycle and hugging my rider as we cruised around the block.
I was on haze over nine, the tike 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 mind nor cared, as long as I did n't get hurt or they did n't sit to fast.
He did n't experience my Brother was their gopher, though.



At home things 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 Clothing factory.
The arguments stopped ; at to the lowest degree I couldn't hear any.

She started employment before I was due home from piece of work and finished, when I was in bed.
Dad was getting overtime and would come domicile until dark.

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


Things seemed to settle down for the next few months.
Steve would determine hemipteron bunny girl and toon with me, before starting to form our Tea.



Dad was coming home totally bushed and would pass out sometimes on the couch ; after his 12 time of day shift.



It was sometime during the next year, 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 fourth dimension, but I will never forget the annoyance and the blood line of the first sentence he molested me.
Almost instantly I withdrew from people 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 idolize the bikers, and now I wasn't mixing with them.
Steve was still molesting me, throughout this time.
The school advised my mum to seek guidance, for me.
We couldn't afford it so, nothing was done.


I don't remember too a lot of those years, only in fuzz and photoflash ; maybe trauma.



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


Dad grabbed cargo area of him, and threw him against the wall.
affair smashed.
Steve tried to fault me but Dad wasn't having any of that, and beat him senseless.

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



From then on, Dad stopped working over prison term ; and I had to attempt pro counseling.
I was placed on anti-depressants for about three month ; as I was in a glum place mentally.


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


I had lost two yr out of my childhood and now I was twelve ; with a few mental exit but on improving.
So now after school day, I was told to go to a friend of mine's firm ( Julie ) ; and look for Dad to pick me up.

When things in my caput 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 babysitter, Dad would spew his car horn and then I would wave so long to them.


arguing 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 pop's young lady, before my recent trauma ; now Dad was gone.

Once Mum forced Dad out of the word picture, she started doing her own affair ; and her inner monster were finally released.
Her devil were called ; Vodka and slot machines.



This is where my story begins.

One issuing wasn't the reasonableness 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 problem, which weren't helped by her addiction to slot car ; 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 fight my trauma and depression ; made me zombie like and helped me mix up upshot and times.


On a positive side or negative side, I was taken of these MEd 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 itch to constantly need to finger myself ; be it at family or in family or bed.
The need to rub my button was overwhelming for the kickoff 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 drunkard 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 damage with me.


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

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

"Gee does she ask a beau badly ”, I heard person say, one time.
They giggled even more amongst themselves.



I spent Sir Thomas More time in class with my digit in my wet snatch, biting my lower lip to give up me from screaming out ; then school studies ; and it showed in my weakness grades.

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

Sometimes I would cum so hard, my legs would flick heterosexual and I would kick the chair in front of me.

It seemed because of my desire to get off ; I was the butt of everyone's jokes.
"Smell that, someone's slit juices are ripe ”.
"Something smells fish around her ”.

It seemed the only metre I wasn't fingering myself was in social class I liked.

After my world-class few times of having orgasms ; I would smell then taste my finger's breadth afterwards.
Smelt a bit like a messy tuna sandwich, but the taste was something particular and I had yet to estimate out.


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


My home 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 early ; constantly wasting money on slot machine and drunk.

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


Mum's money trouble 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 good arena for a XIV 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 crusade 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 pluck up her rubbish.

My reception would be to ramp off and out of the home, for long walks.
I can't wait to prompt 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 big but was still there.
After schooltime I would still denudate and take the air the home naked and eventually thumb myself, in the lounge on our couch.
I would have a little nap and then wearing apparel ; and search the neighborhood.


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

It was the old Motorcycle cabaret, my brother used to run errands for.
It looked slightly different to what I remembered, but it was the same club.
The masthead flapping from the cap, 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, twelve of wrack railway car around the curtilage and a biker doing some study on some motorbikes.


Wicked, I thought to myself, it was bringing back memories of better times.
So my activities after school day now for about a hebdomad was to, go plate finger myself and the ride my bike to the nine ; and watch from up this tree.

It was always the Saami 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 drawers 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 chick caught on twig and it made me lessen, and it made a small rip in it.


I was on my hands and knees, and panicking.
Fearful of him, but I was more cautious of ; his out of ascendance 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 script, 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 once we were both, inside.
I sat on the hood of a bust up 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 attend around him like glue, that day.

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


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

When it was dour, Bones advised me to go away my bike here ; and he would hinge on me menage 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 spread head across the wide saddle, I groaned with each bump we hit ; but I wasn't complaining.


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

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

Over the adjacent three month, I became close supporter with Bones ; and I started learning about bicycle maintenance.


> > > JESSINTA 1B - Biker daughter