Date: 2 Aug 2002 09:53:32 -0700
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
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.

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                          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.


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