The 1st part is a taradiddle builder and beginning to a serial publication, it's filled with a few childhood dramatic event ; that build the character of my later storey visibility.
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 puerility, I had been fascinated with the rogue constituent of society.
Be it rogue minibike gang, Latin gang or African American gangs ; silly I know.
Maybe these hoodoo or illusion stem from abuse at the paw of my straightaway folk or it was always there.

I grew up in a region that had a Biker gang and as long as I can call back, they never did anything wrong.
As five year old I used to sticky nozzle and sit outside the headquarters, hoping one day to be ridden around the neck of the woods on the back of one.

They were always friendly to me and my very much sr. blood brother ; in fact my sidekick would do errands for them.
Like go to the shop, bring back a paper bag of shopping and so forth
Thanks to my brother, my dream came true.
As I was low they had me perched on the tank of the bike not the rear.
It was such a buzz ; I mentioned it the following day at schooltime at display and tell.

It was my daily ritual as a five to six year old, to give ear outside the clubhouse ; and trust to get a ride.
Some days I got my wish, but other days I just got a wave.

By the metre I was eight I was getting rides on the rear of the bike and hugging my rider as we cruised around the block.
I was on overcast nine, the kids at school day reckoned I was telling lies ; until one day we cruised by a few of them.

At school day, 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 bed my blood brother was their gopher, though.



At place matter weren't so good.
Mum and Dad started arguing, it was about cash in hand I think.
My brother moved out when I was nine, and Mum went and found herself a part-time job at a local vesture factory.
The arguments stopped ; at to the lowest degree 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 do home until dark.

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


Things seemed to nail down down for the next few months.
Steve would watch Bugs bunny girl and cartoon with me, before starting to make believe our Tea.



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



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

I have vague memories of this clock time, but I will never draw a blank the pain and the blood of the showtime prison term he molested me.
Almost instantly I withdrew from masses and wasn't my normal self.
It didn't stop him, continually molested me casual during the schooltime week.

This went on ; for well over a year.


Dad blamed my mental commonwealth on the fact I used to hero-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 search direction, for me.
We couldn't afford it so, nothing was done.


I don't remember too a great deal of those days, only in blurs and photoflash ; maybe trauma.



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


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

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



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


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


I had lost two geezerhood out of my childhood and now I was twelve ; with a few genial issues but on improving.
So now after school, I was told to go to a Friend of mine's house ( Julie ) ; and wait for Dad to pick me up.

When things in my point returned to normalcy 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 puke his car saddle horn and then I would wave goodbye to them.


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


Unluckily, I was made to stick with Mum.

I was always a pa's girl, before my late trauma ; now Dad was gone.

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



This is where my fib begins.

One result wasn't the grounds my parent divorced, be it my harassment at the hands of my uncle, which resulted in my mother drinking vodka or the changeless money trouble, which weren't helped by her dependency to slot machine ; probably both don't help.

I blamed myself at the time.


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

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


On a plus side or electronegative 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 impulse to constantly want to finger myself ; be it at home or in course or bed.
The need to rub my button 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 sot blah, 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 wrong 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 comrade course of study mates would snicker amongst themselves ; as they knew what I was getting up too.

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

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



I spent more than time in socio-economic class with my finger's breadth in my wet twat, biting my low-spirited lip to stop over me from screaming out ; then schooling studies ; 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 stage would flick heterosexual person and I would kick the chairman in front of me.

It seemed because of my desire to get off ; I was the bottom of everyone's jokes.
"olfactory perception that, soul's twat juices are right ”.
"Something smells fish around her ”.

It seemed the only time I wasn't fingering myself was in grade I liked.

After my starting time few time of having orgasms ; I would smell then taste my finger afterwards.
Smelt a bit like a messy tuna sandwich, but the taste was something special and I had yet to forecast 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 young lady got me detention and a warning from my year co-coordinator.


My household was nonadaptive and almost unbearable.
One on incline there was me constantly playing with myself without care and then there was my Mother on the other ; constantly wasting money on expansion slot machines and drunk.

I was happiest after schooling, 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 calendar month 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 contend 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 response would be to storm off and out of the business firm, for long walks.
I can't wait 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 itch to feel myself wasn't as great but was still there.
After schooling I would still deprive and walk the house naked and eventually finger myself, in the lounge on our couch.
I would have a modest nap and then dress ; and explore the neighborhood.


I had no friends nearby, so in this neighbourhood 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 lodge, my brother used to run errands for.
It looked slightly dissimilar 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 work on some motorbikes.


Wicked, I thought to myself, it was bringing back memories of serious times.
So my activities after schooling now for about a hebdomad was to, go home finger myself and the drive my wheel to the golf-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 trouser and fell out of the tree, in fear.

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


I was on my paw and knee joint, 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 haircloth 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 calm down once we were both, inside.
I sat on the tough of a wrecked car, drinking a Coke.
clappers 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 string up around him like mucilage, that day.

Bones was fresh cut and in his thirty.
His jacket crown had no bandage but for one that said, ‘ prospect ’.
All he seemed to do was fix motorbikes.


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

When it was dark, clappers advised me to leave my motorcycle here ; and he would sit me home on a bike.

I did as he said.


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

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

With my pussy and ass counterpane across the wide saddle, I groaned with each bump we hit ; but I wasn't complaining.


It was a kickoff of a new found kinship ; that was empty in my life story for so long.
Bones was both my brother and father ; and friend.

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

Over the next three calendar month, I became close acquaintance with os ; and I started learning about bike maintenance.


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