Date: 2 Aug 2002 09:53:32 -0700 From: Jan Subject: Biker Babe (Adult Youth f/FF) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2002 Jan, All Rights Reserved. Please mail to janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future stories. Biker Babe By Jan To tell her story we have to start with her parents. They were from Oakland, California. Her father belonged to a notorious motorcycle gang. When Pam's father was in the club Sonny was still in Federal prison. For those that know who Sonny is, you know the club. Her father was a tall man that could be described as bear like. Shortly after Pam was born, he was riding in the Central Valley one winter morning. The ground fog was so thick that visibility was reduced to no more than twenty feet. He was on Highway 33 headed north, at an intersection a migrant farm worker ran a boulevard stop sign. The impact catapulted his body at least a hundred feet into the dry remains of a prehistoric Inland Sea. He was killed on impact. Her mother has been a really pretty woman at sixteen, when she had Pam. She was five-foot six, and about one hundred and fifteen pounds. She was a true Black Irish woman, black hair and blue eyes. Having been a biker's bitch she had tattoos. At least they were on places they did show when she was dressed. After her husband crashed, she used her husband's connections to get a job working as a longshoreman on the Oakland docks. Over the years she became a crane operator unloading container ships. Her body changed from, wolf bait, to a strong working woman. By the time Pam was turning into a young woman, she weighed at least one hundred and eighty pounds. Pam's mother used the parts from the bike that had been crashed and combined basket parts in the garage to build her own bike. The handlebars and controls had to be relocated to fit her body. That became her ride to work and on her days off she liked to head for the back roads and get away. She had no desire to be involved with her husbands old club. One nice spring weekend she was headed for the Napa Valley on the old bike, when another woman pulled up along side her. They talked for awhile. When they stopped for rest, they introduced themselves to each other. Pam's mother said her name was Barbara. The other woman said her name was Carol. The woman decided that she would like to go with her to the wine country herself. They enjoyed the ride and the wine. They became friends over lunch. The other woman was a big woman. When she took off her leather jacket the wings of an eagle, stretched from shoulder to shoulder. The black sleeveless tank top could not cover a tattoo that large. They agreed to share a room at a bed and breakfast. That night Barbara had her first lesbian experience. The woman followed Barbara back to Oakland, the next day. Over a cup of coffee at Carol's place, she found out Carol owned a bar in San Francisco. Carol told her it was a lesbian bar. For a couple of weeks Barbara hung out at the bar in her free time. Carol and Barbara became an item. They even took Pam on rides to places like the old gold mining towns in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. Eventually they decided to move in with each other. They found a place in Oakland. Pam knew that they were sleeping with each other. She even heard them making love at night. One day when Barbara was working at the docks, Carol was lying around. She didn't have to be in San Francisco until five to sign for the bar supplies being delivered. Pam was feeling adult and ready to find out what her mother saw in this woman. She took a shower and came out of the bathroom drying her hair was a towel. She was naked too. Carol could not help looking at this younger version of Barbara. Pam had become almost a woman. Her black hair was wavy and hung past the small of her back. Her blue eyes clear and bright. Her breasts were larger than a B cup but not ready for a C cup. Her skin was creamy white. The black pubic brush was a stark contrast to her skin. She could not help being attracted to this girl. Her relationship with Barbara had been the restraining force until that day. Pam sat on the arm of the couch next to Carol and began brushing her hair. Carol tried to continue reading a book. Pam reached out and traced the new tattoo on Carol's upper arm. It was two twisted strands of barbed wire, with the word Barb in a nice script style of writing. The touch of the nail on her flesh made Carol's skin crawl. When she sat the book down and looked at Pam, she turned to face Carol. Both her feet were on the cushions of the couch. Her legs were spread. Carol was looking at the damp hair between Pam's legs. Pam took her hairbrush and brushed the hair between her legs a couple of times. The stiff bristles touching her clitoris excited her and she sighed and she drooled a little. Carol put her hands on the inner thighs of Pam and felt the soft flesh yield to her strong hands. Rather than kissing Pam's pussy, she pulled Pam onto the couch. With Pam on her back, Carol lay on top of her and kissed her on the mouth. Carol ground her crotch into Pam's crotch, as Pam returned the kiss. Carol took hold of both of the young breasts and squeezed them until Pam moaned into her mouth. Carol's soft breasts were as big as her head. Pam pulled on them until Carol moved up so that Pam could put her face between them. They were still covered by her typical black tank top. A rose tattoo in red and green on the inside of her left tit was fully visible. Pam was licking the flesh and she pulled the front of the tank top until both tits tumbled out of the top. Carols nipples were pink and Pam sucked both of them at the same time by pushing the tits together. Carol struggled with her Levi's and underpants until they were pushed down to her knees. Then she rubbed her brush all over Pam's cunt. Carol slipped off the couch and turned Pam around, so that she could kneel between her legs. Carol stuck out her tongue and tasted Pam's wet pussy. Pam came in Carol's mouth in no time. Pam put her arms around Carol's neck, and they wound up sprawled on the floor. Pam was on top. She smelled the sweat of her mother's lover. She felt the soft breasts as she licked them. She worked her way down the large belly and sucked on her belly button. Pam slid down her sweaty body on her way to this woman's unshaven pussy. Carols legs were still held by her pants at the knees. It was a tight fit with her head between Carol's legs. Pam tasted her first pussy and found that she enjoyed it. She felt Carol shake as she climaxed. Pam and Carol cleaned up before Carol had to leave for the bar. Pam had dinner ready for Barbara by the time she got home. The routine was set. Carol and Barbara slept together at night and Carol made love to Pam after she got home from school. Things could not go on like that for long. Carol talked to Barbara about Pam. She wanted to find out her feelings about Pam's sexuality without letting her know that she was sexually active. Barbara was unsure how she should feel about her daughter. She knew that Pam knew about what went on in their bedroom, but she was not sure she wanted her daughter to follow her life style. She was unwilling to discuss it with Carol. Pam went on rides with Carol and Barbara all the time. Even Barbara noticed that Pam preferred to ride bitch behind Carol. She noticed that Pam would cuddle up behind Carol and hang onto her. As the years passed Pam even visited the bar sometimes. Barbara caught Pam in the bathroom one night making out with one of the barmaids. After the first shock passed, she took Pam home and asked her if she really wanted to become a lesbian. That night while Carol was at the bar, Barbara was to find out just how much Pam knew about sex with women. When Carol got home about three in the morning, she found Pam in their bed. Without telling Barbara about the past, they became a threesome. The two of them felt Pam was ready to have her own bike. They got a friend that worked on their bikes to build her a bike that fit her. Pam had shot up and was as tall as her mother. Pam had no idea what they were doing. For her sixteenth birthday they took her to the bar. When the bar's regular customers arrived. The unmistakable sound of Harley Davidson pulling up outside invited the curiosity of everyone in the bar. Pam was shocked when the load bike thundered right into the bar. They gathered around the bike. The large bearded man hooked the hasty stand with his boot heel and turned the key off. He dismounted and simply tossed the key to Pam and said, "Happy Birthday!" Pam squealed! She jumped up and down as she kissed everyone in the bar. Barbara and Carol had the custom bike painted in Pam's favorite colors. The frame, gas tank and finders were in a teal blue with phantom flames with gold shadows for depth. Pam took every woman in the bar for a ride. They all felt her up. Now when the three of them cruise the highways, they each have their own bike. I hope you enjoyed the story and have a story you would like told please send your mail to janmay699@icqmail.com.