7 comments/ 54891 views/ 23 favorites A Loss of Innocence By: the_aussie_touch Hi, my name is Nerida Lawson and this is the story of how I lost my innocence. But first let me tell you a little about myself. I am an Australian now living off the coast of Washington State on an island near Dark Harbor. This is perfect for me as it is only a few hours to Seattle and my agent but isolated enough that I can do my art work uninterrupted. I am an illustrator for books, mostly children's stories. Well established enough in my field to be able to support myself, I am able to live here without taking on a second job. Of course it doesn't hurt that I have an inheritance from my parents who passed away a few years ago in a car accident. This money allowed me to buy my home and artist's studio and a few acres on this beautiful island I now call home. Of course I would rather have my parents. I came here two summers back when a writer invited me to visit. I had been in touch with her concerning her story which I was contracted to illustrate. The author, Gwen, was writing a story about a young native girl and it was set in the area. She suggested I should come visit the island and get a feel for the local natives and their work. When she found out that I would be spending my 34th birthday alone after losing my parents some months ago, she insisted I spend my birthday with her on her property on Hawk Island. I thought the change of scenery might help me pass the first birthday without my parents a little easier, so I agreed and organized my flight with my travel agent. My younger sister was busy with her life as a flight attendant and rarely at home much these days and both my older sisters were happily ensconced with their husbands and children, so I felt no bonds to hold me in Australia. I arranged with my neighbor to have their teenage son look after my mail, garden and pot plants, canceled the milk and paper and set up an electronic system to turn my lights on at odd times. Two days later I was driving my rental car to Dark Harbor where Gwen was meeting me. Hawk Island was like something from a postcard. It isn't a small island and has a population of more than ten thousand. It has a thriving town center where one can purchase most things necessary to live on this idyllic island. I fell in love with the area and the community from the moment our ferry landed. The more I saw of Hawk Island, over the next few weeks, the more I wanted to live here. By the time I had finished the illustrations for Gwen, I was checking out the local real estate. One week later I was the proud owner of an artist's studio and two bedroom cabin on two acres of heaven. My view is along the coast looking at all the little islands as well as the mainland. On a clear day, Mt Baker looks like it is in my back yard. Two years later and I am sitting here looking out my windows at this glorious view but not seeing it. My mind won't let me see anything but a vision of loveliness. How can a thirty six year old heterosexual female be even thinking about another woman, but this woman had me mesmerized. It all started so innocently; one minute I was more than happy with my sex life and the opposite sex and then Cleo entered my life and I couldn't think of anyone else. When I first met Cleo, I thought that she was an attractive young lady and that I would love to paint her. So when she started helping her father, Alf, with my garden I told myself that the fascination I had with her was purely my artist's eye seeing her beauty. She is quite tall, at least five feet 9 inches, and slim but with curves where they are needed. She almost reminds me of a panther with her long shapely limbs and well toned torso. Her long black hair waves down her back which she often pulls back with a scrunchy into a ponytail. Her skin is the color of a burnished copper. Full luscious lips frame the whitest, most perfect smile. Then as you glance further up her face past her aquiline nose, you are completely blown away by the greenest eyes framed by long dark lashes. This is something I have never before seen in an African American. I found myself spending more time in my garden with my easel and paints. As she bent over the garden beds, my eyes were drawn to the curve of her buttocks in her short shorts. I laughed to myself when I saw the red rose tattoo on her shapely cheek. She often looked up to catch me watching her, and I know I would blush deeply. My creamy skin didn't take much to redden deeply. It almost matched my auburn hair. I'm sure it was like looking at two pools of blue in a sea of red. At least when Cleo saw me watching her, she would smile. So hopefully she wasn't insulted by my sudden case of voyeurism. We chatted often. She is a very intelligent young lady. Just out of college she is doing any work she can find until she is able to get into her passion as a career. Photography is her passion and Cleo has offered to show me some of her work soon. Meanwhile all the characters I am drawing look just like this stunning young woman. Life continued with my attraction to Cleo still occupying my mind when she came up behind me one day in the orchard. As I stroked my paintbrush across the paper, her voice broke the silent reverie I was in. She had a husky, sensual voice that matched her sleek good looks. "Nerida, I was wondering if you would like to look at my folio tonight after supper?" she asked. My rush to say yes even surprised me and I blushed once more. "How about 7:30ish.?" I stammered. "That's fine, and would you mind if I bought some of Mom's plum wine?" I nodded still feeling the redness in my face and quickly turned back to my easel. I heard the leaves rustle as she turned to go back to the gardening. My heart was pounding in my ample bosom. Thoughts of what I must do before tonight rushed through my mind. I would need to go down town and pick up a few things for nibblies. A soak in a scented bath sprung to mind as well. All my clothes raced through my brain as I wondered what I should wear, and then suddenly I realized that I was treating this like a date instead of what it really was. "Oh well, cheese and crackers and my burgundy lounge suit though the bath can still stay in the picture," I told myself. Later that afternoon found me lying back in the tub. My large breasts seemed to float in a sea of bubbles. The smell of roses filled the steamy room. The sultry voice of Lena Horne crooning "Stormy Weather" echoed through the cottage. As my toe played with bubbles, I wondered at this new found interest in the same sex. Though I didn't have a steady boyfriend, I did have a full sex life. It had been a couple of weeks since I had invited Jeff to the island. Jeff is a friend who like me isn't looking for a permanent relationship but is great in bed. It was just after Cleo had moved back to the island and I had found myself extremely horny. Jeff had come to my rescue, and we had romped the weekend away, making love in all corners of the cottage. I had worn him out but still felt curiously dissatisfied. I had never entertained homosexual thoughts. The closest I had come was in high school when Tracy McEwan, my best friend, and I had practiced kissing on each other. But I had graduated to boys soon after and never thought again of other females. That is until now. My fingertips traced circles over my creamy white globes as I visualized Cleo. She has such a strong but lithe figure. Her breasts are pert and not too large like mine. My nipples hardened as my fingers teased and pinched them. I groaned as I felt myself quickening below. One hand slowly moved itself lower, lightly caressing the skin in its path. It reached my patch of curly red hair and parted it to fondle the lips beneath. Parting them, I pushed the hood back that covered my button. Warm water caressed my clit as I tentatively touched it. The touch caused an electric shock to course through my body. I pressed further and my pearl hardened like a little dick. Rubbing it, my arousal became stronger. My imagination had Cleo doing what my hands were. I pushed my fingers lower to press inside my vagina. It tightened and pulled at my finger. As one hand pulled and pinched at my nipples, I started to masturbate slowly. My thumb rubbing my clit, I pressed my index and middle finger inside searching for my gspot. No matter how I follow instructions in those sex manuals trying to find it, I am never successful. I really do think it's a myth that some women just elaborate on to show off. Fucking my vagina with my two fingers while my right hand tweaked at my nipples, I felt my peak nearing. My pulse raced and my insides throbbed as it got closer and closer till finally, with the picture of Cleo in my mind, my body ejaculated my juice into my left palm. Trembles went through me and my breath gasped deep in my throat until I finished climaxing. It may have been my Catholic upbringing that made me blush all over at what I had done. I don't mean the masturbating but thinking of a woman while doing it. I wondered how I would get through the night but was also looking forward to seeing Cleo away from her gardening. Hopping out of the bath, I dried and creamed my body before donning my underwear. Walking into the bedroom, I found my suit in the closet. Taking the slim line pants, I pulled them up my legs and over my hips. The style made my body look slimmer. I wasn't fat but curvy and my height did nothing to help. I was only 5' 4" in my stockinged feet. A cream colored camisole went on top with a shirt top matching the burgundy pants rounding off the ensemble. The outfit was made from silk and felt fabulous against my skin. Returning to the bathroom, I put the brush through my shoulder length curls. A touch of lipstick and I was ready to finish the outfit off with my sandals. I checked myself in the closet mirror and thought that though I would win no beauty contest, I wasn't too hard on the eyes. I know I should have had something substantial for supper, my stomach couldn't face it. A bowl of fresh fruit salad was the trick, and I was just washing the empty bowl when my door knocker beckoned. I called out to Cleo to come on in as the door wasn't locked and then bent to the cupboard to retrieve two wine glasses. As I picked up the glasses, I looked back at the doorway to see a pair of beautiful green eyes riveted on my behind. I slowly straightened and turned with a smile to greet my visitor properly. "Here let me take that from you," I told Cleo as I took the heavy carton from her arms and deposited it on the kitchen table. The girl looked so sexy in her jeans and halter neck top. She was left with two wine bottles in one hand which she waved at me pronouncing them to be her mother's plum wine. I directed her to the utensil drawer to locate the cork opener. Cleo set down one bottle on the counter near the drawer and placed the other in the fridge. As she walked back to the opener and the wine, I watched and marveled at the way she walked. A panther once again sprang to mind. She could walk over hot coals juggling knives and still look graceful doing it. Suddenly I realized that she was looking at me with the wine opened and ready to pour. I passed her the two glasses I had got out earlier, and she poured us each a measure. "Cheers," she toasted as she drew the glass to her lips. I smiled and took a sip. My eyes widened in surprise. "Mmmmmmmm! This is delicious," I declared. "It's also very potent," Cleo warned me. "Well, shall we opt for comfort and sit on the sofa to look at your work?" "Sounds right to me," she laughed as she picked up the carton once again. I took her glass from her to carry with mine into the lounge room. I grabbed the wine bottle and the wine cooler as well, and we headed to the next room. Cleo had put the carton on the rug next to the coffee table and was extracting albums which she placed on the table. I sat near her and put the wine and glasses on the table next to the books. The young photographer came and sat beside me with the first album in her hand. She held the album on my lap so I could see the photos as she pointed them out and told me about each one. My pulse quickened having her hand so close to my now throbbing vagina. She was leaning so close to me I could feel the warmth of her body through the sleeve of my top. I breathed in her scent. The musky smell of Obsession filled my senses and made me a little giddy. Cleo continued to describe each photo completely unaware of the turmoil she was causing my senses. I took a mental hold of myself and focused my attention to her work. The pictures were taken in the Mojave Desert. The way she had made use of all the earthy colors was fantastic, and I could see she was extremely talented. I told her so, and she gave me the most beautiful smile. I wanted so badly to take her in my arms and hold her tight and kiss that sexy mouth. We both turned back to the album, and she turned the page. I noticed that once again there was a photograph featuring a cute redhead. She was around the same age as Cleo. She was cute and curvy and had a very open face and sweet smile. I asked Cleo if it was a fellow student in photography and noticed a sad look pass through her jade eyes. "That's Angela. She was a friend and a room mate while I was at college. We aren't in touch anymore," Cleo informed me before changing the subject back to the photos. Sensing her unhappiness, I wondered, a little jealously, if they were more than just friends. The first album was finished now so I offered to grab a snack while we had a stretch and filled our glasses again. I was on my third drink by now and felt a little light headed as I stood. Making my way to the kitchen to fetch the cheese and crackers, I looked in the mirror above the fireplace to see Cleo standing to stretch her long limbs. Like a cat stretching, she looked so sensual. I took the cheese platter from the fridge. Removing the plastic wrap, I put the bowl of crackers on the side and carried it all to the lounge room. Cleo was standing in front of the fire looking at the Dresden figures on the mantelpiece. "They were my mothers," I told her making her jump a little. "They are beautiful, especially this one of the girl with auburn hair," She commented. "Yes, it looks a little like your friend in the photo," I said just noticing. "I was thinking more like you," Cleo stated eyeing me up and down. I blushed a little as the figurine was really beautiful, and though I knew I was okay, I certainly would never have described myself as beautiful. She laughed and added. "Why do I get the impression that you don't realize just how beautiful you are, Nerida?" I blushed even deeper and said, "Because I'm not." I picked up a napkin from the table and offered her the napkin and some food. As she took the serviette from my hand, our fingers touched. It was like I had a live wire but in such a good way. Cleo helped herself to a slice of camembert and a cracker and returned to the sofa. Sipping from her glass, she washed down the cheese and cracker. I sat next to her again leaving an inch or two space between us. She leaned across me, and I could feel the swell of her breast as it grazed my arm. Taking the next album, she moved closer to me again and once more held the book on my lap. I took the book in my hands so she would be free to move her hand away. She put it on the back of the sofa behind me. This meant her breast would rub across my shoulder and arm every time she pointed to something on the left side of the album. My breath would catch every time she did. A few times, I thought I sensed her smelling my hair but then thought it was more likely my imagination running away again. By the time we had finished the second album, my senses were running wild. At this stage Cleo must have decided to take things in her own graceful hands. Putting her left hand on my right shoulder, she turned me around. "Nerida, I have a confession to make," She started. "I have been attracted to you from the moment I first cast my eyes on you in your garden. At first I tried to ignore it because you remind me a little in looks to Angela, and I thought it may have been a rebound thing. But I know that isn't the case now. I am not sure about your sexual preferences. Dad was very vague when I tried to grill him. So if you are hetero, please accept my apology." "But," she added. "I have a feeling that you are as attracted to me as I am to you." "I.. I.. I've never..." I stuttered. "Oh, I'm sorry." Cleo said sadly as she turned away. "No," I said holding her as she started to rise. "Let me finish please," I implored. She turned with a part smile and sat back next to me. I finished. "I've always been straight. Apart from some giddy teenage stuff at the Catholic boarding school I attended, I've never been with a woman. I'd never even thought about it. But since you came back to the island, I have thought of nothing else." I breathed a heavy sigh of relief that I had gotten it out. Then I turned to look at her. Taking my face gently between her hands, she said, "Honey, I promise I'll be gentle." We both giggled, and then she ever so gently kissed my lips like they were delicate porcelain. I tentatively kissed her back and found the experience really good. The tip of her tongue softly touched my lips, tasting them as it traced the outline of them. I groaned with a building desire then opened my eyes. Cleo's green eyes were looking straight into mine. She smiled with her eyes and stopped kissing me... tasting me long enough to ask me. "You okay, Nerida? We can stop if you would like." But I didn't like. I was so aroused that I didn't want to ever stop. I pulled her mouth back to mine, entwining my fingers through her hair. Our tongues met touching, tasting, twisting around each others. One of her hands had found my left breast and was gently caressing it, teasing the nipple softly with a fingertip. "I love your breasts," she mumbled into my mouth as we kissed. I certainly loved what she was doing to them even through my camisole. Suddenly she stopped everything and pulled back from me. I let out a load moan. "Nerida, honey, we have to slow down. Take it slowly." A sad look swept across my face and she took my hands in hers and smiled. "I'm not saying we have to stop, honey. But if you want that I will. What I am saying is we need to slow down and do this right. Now, sweetie, stop and take a sip of your drink and then take a minute to really think if this is what you want." She passed me my glass, and I obediently took a sip. Our eyes met across the rim of the glass, and I knew what I was feeling was a lot more than lust. I put my glass back on the table and stood. Taking her hand in mine, I silently led her to my bedroom. Reaching the side of the bed, I turned into her arms. "Oh, Nerida love, I have wanted you from the moment I set eyes on you. It was like someone had hit me with a sledge hammer; it was so strong and sudden." As she talked, we were each undoing the others clothing. I undid the ties to her top and it dropped between us. My eyes were riveted to her beautiful breasts. Much smaller than my big jugs, hers were about a C cup and still pert. Her nipples were a chocolate brown with large areolas. My hands reached for them, and I gently tweaked at each nipple before taking the whole breasts in my hands. They felt so soft. Meanwhile Cleo had rid me of my shirt and was now lifting my camisole over my head. I reluctantly let go of her mounds so she could rid me of the top. As my hands went back to her nipples, she reached around me to unclasp my bra. My large globes now free of their confinement, swung free. Cleo groaned and bent to suckle on my pendulous breasts. "I love your breasts, Nerida. Just the sight of them makes me want to suckle at them." The young lady mumbled between licking and sucking at my nipples. Her tongue was driving me wild with lust. My fingers entwined in her hair at the back of her head, pulling her mouth on to my boobs. She licked and sucked at each in turn, till they were hard as steel and poking out a good half inch. We then pulled each others trousers down and I gasped at her naked body. She was so beautiful. A Loss of Innocence The Mack bounced up the rutted road bobtail and the low hanging tree branches scraped over the blue and white paint job. Fortunately the air ride seat took most of the jolting but Rage was tired and sore from the long haul, and looked forward to a long hot bath and some good welcome home sex. He had made good time and was going be home a day early. It was 7 pm when the Mack turned into the drive of Omni Vigilantes Domi, the name of his Log Cabin. It meant "All Home." He was fond of the cabin that made from the trees of the local forest, just like the pioneers had made their homes. He had built it himself, sure he had used modern tools and materials to make it sturdy and slate tiles on the roof. It was simple in the extreme but he had all the mod cons. It was powered by solar cells mounted on the roof and a series of deep discharge batteries for storage and a 5kw inverter enabling it to be self-sustaining for electricity. He had sunk a bore for water and a tank for drinking water. Pressure was maintained by a series of water pumps. Grey waste water was directed to a natural filter system which returned the water after under-going a purification process back to the lake, cleaner than the natural lake water. The sewerage was sent to a septic tank to be broken down biologically. This was positioned 250 feet from the cabin. The layout was simple. One main room downstairs with a kitchen and toilet on the west wall, while on the mezzanine floor, there was a sleeping area, en suite, walk in wardrobe and a place for his exercise equipment. He had a multi-function weight bench, a 100kg body bag and a speed ball. These were needed to keep him in shape and to exercise his stress, frustration and anger. He was proud of what he had created with his own hands. The lights were all off and the cabin looked deserted. He let his prime mover idle for 5 minutes and shut it down. Climbing down from the cab he grabbed his bag and walked to the front door. Trying it he found it was locked. He opened the lock and entered. It was as quiet as a tomb. Throwing his bag on the couch, he wandered to the fridge looking for something to eat. It had been a long time since he had had lunch, only to find it was as bare as Mother Hubbard's cupboard. Disappointed, he decided to ride to the local Bar and Grill, known locally as the Achat Bar & Grill for dinner. He climbed the ladder to the loft and stripped off his dirty clothes making sure he dropped them in the laundry hamper and headed for the shower. Turning on the water, he stepped under the hot water and scrubbed the grime from his body, washed his hair and then shaved and trimmed his beard. Feeling refreshed, he dried himself off, grabbed his Kevlar jeans, a clean tee shirt and his leather vest. Just wearing the vest brought back memories of his youth. Road trips with friends no longer here. Good times and bad from his days as an "Outlaw" bikie. He also remembered the day he walked away from the club world, the day his daughter was born. As his hands eased her from her mother's body, he was helped by the doctor who guided his hands. Her first contact with the outside world was his touch. He pulled her to his chest and hugged her tight, feeling his heart swell with unconditional love for the tiny human he had had a part in creating. And the promise he made her that moment was to never do anything that could take him away from her, never to leave her unprotected. It took 20 minutes before he would give her up to the nurses attending the delivery. He would never be the same again. He was a father. He has responsibilities. Shrugging off the memories, he went down and checked on the low-rider. He checked the chain, fluids, and a general look over. Priming the carby, he jumped down on the kick starter. It fired on the second attempt. He could never get it perfect. It had always needed a second kick to burst into life. He pulled in the clutch, dropped it into gear and eased the clutch out. The heavy bike rolled out onto the dirt road and he headed to the interstate and the AB&G. His mouth watered as he thought of the steak he was going to have once he got there. There was good food and great service there. It took 15 minutes 'till he rolled into the car park in front of the AB&G. He climbed off the bike, stretched and headed inside. Rage was still considered an outsider there, having only been around for 6 months, but he was recognised by the regulars. Nodding to them as he approached the bar, the barman had a bundy and ice waiting for him. It was a nice personal touch. He had a chat with the barman and caught up on the local news. The bar tender was always a great person to find out what been happening while he was away. So for 20 minutes, between serving customers and wait staff, Rage got the latest gossip and stories. Eventually his stomach was rumbling loudly, so he figured it was time to eat. Getting a refill, he headed to the dining area and found a seat with a good view of the entrance and his bike. He settled down to wait 'till he was served. The waitresses were friendly and pretty and he enjoyed watching them, ferrying the meals to the crowded room. It wasn't long until one came to take his order. He had gotten to know the waitresses fairly well as he ate there a couple times a week when he wasn't on the road. He usually had a laugh and flirted with them a little. It was all good natured, nothing serious, just some fun to break up their long nights. Tonight he was served by a new waitress who he hadn't seen before but it didn't take long to get her smiling at his lame jokes and flirting. She was young, maybe 22 or 23 with the trim figure of an athlete. Her name was Elizabeth but she said everyone called her Beth. He introduced himself telling her he was called Rage, telling her it was because in his youth, he had been a hard party animal. In truth it was his club name, given to him because of his temper. These days, he had that pretty much under control. Maybe the 14 counts of aggravated assault he been in prison for, had had something to do with that or maybe he just gotten old and mellowed out. Regardless, it was a rare thing now for Rage to lose it. A few minutes later, Beth returned and set his table and asked if he wanted another drink, "Sure," he responded. It was a short ride home and the roads were never patrolled except for the interstate. There were only 3 miles to the turn off to his place. Beth mentioned that the kitchen was busy as there was a large party that had ordered and his meal would be about 30 minutes. He said, "No worries Beth, I'll go and have a game of pool in the back room. Can you give me a yell when my steak is on the grill?" With a cute smile Beth responded, "No problems, Rage I can do that." Angie was busy cleaning the cabin. Her man was going to be home tomorrow. It had been a week since he left, and Angie was eagerly awaiting his return. Just thinking about him and imagining his actions on his return, made her wet. She could feel her panties growing damp and her nipples were hardening as her activity caused the material of her shirt to caress them roughly. Angie loved the cabin he had built for her. Finishing the tidying up downstairs, she ascended the ladder to shower before she went into town to replenish the cupboards. He was always hungry after a trip. He pushed himself to get back to her and often missed his breaks just to get home to her an hour earlier. He was a hard ex-bikie but Angie had never seen that side of him. To her, he was a loving, passionate and gentle man, though she knew he had another side that he kept on a short chain which had caused him to spend time in jail. He had told her his story, not the details, just the overview. He didn't hide anything from her. Angie knew the birth of his daughter had changed him. He left the club to the new, younger generation and gone nomad. She knew he loved her, never giving her any reason to doubt his loyalty or dedication to making her happy and loved. He had walked into the bar that night long ago, and her heart had stuttered. His confidence and easy manner had attracted her. He noticed her too. She felt his eyes on her as she danced to the band. Angie remembered how just his gaze made her moist and excited. He finally walked over and asked if he could have the next dance, and remembered how they had danced all that night. Eventually he had kissed her, causing a rush of heat throughout her bod. She remembered how her nipples reacted to him and her sex began to weep. They talked and laughed and danced till the bar closed. He thanked her for the good night and was going to keep riding but she soon put a stop to that idea by asking for a lift home. It was the first time she had ridden pillion on a bike and by the time he arrived at her house, Angie was afire. He knew she would be. It was one of the advantages of being the owner of such a machine, the throbbing of the big vtwin had put an unquenchable fire between her thighs. Angie invited him inside for coffee and when he was inside, she threw herself into his arms. It was hot and urgent. In no time at all, their clothes were helter skelter around the room, and they were fucking like animals in heat. As they lay on the rug before the fire, Angie traced the scars on his body. She had never seen so many on anyone. Everywhere she looked, there were pale lines of scar tissue. She screwed up her courage and finally asked about them. He smiled and said there was a story to everyone and that maybe, one day he would tell her. When they had recovered, they made love slowly this time. He was a considerate and giving lover. Kissing her gently, his hands began to explore her body, his fingers trailed across her soft flesh sending electric shocks throughout her body. His lips softly found her erogenous zones, first teasing her nipples, kissing them, then suckling them like a baby and his tongue and teeth grazed and nibbled them until her lust became a screaming need and her liquid desire flooded from her sex. Then he kissed his way down her stomach and lower till his teeth nipped her red pubic hairs tugging gently. Moving lower, his mouth covered her sex as his tongue teased her pale pink lips and swollen clitoris. As her hips writhed wildly in her need, her hands and fingers buried in his thick hair pushing his face deeper into her pussy. He lashed her furiously and her tension climbing rapidly. Her thighs clamped tightly around his head as she cried his name between her moans till impatiently she dragged him from her sodden pussy. She pulled his face back to her own and she kissed his face all over while begging him to take her. Slowly at first, he entered her slick sheath, sliding his length deeply inside her, filling her tight pussy and stretching her walls to accommodate his girth. He paused to allow her to adjust even as her hips writhed in need. Then he slowly began to thrust into her, taking his time as her legs circled his waist. She matched him stroke for stroke. Her moans filled the living room and his heavy breathing played counterpoint to her vocalisation. His heavily muscled body moved faster and faster, pounding her pussy, bruising her tender flesh as his need grew. Her nectar flowed like a river covering his balls and thighs as they climbed to their respective peaks together. In her passion her fingernails carved runnels in his broad back drawing blood but he barely noticed. Her passion only caused his own to flare brighter. His cock drove forcibly against her cervix weakening the defences of her inner sanctum. With a massive groan, he thrust even harder penetrating her womb and burying his whole cock deeply inside her body. His seed exploded deeply inside her filling her with his hot semen, triggering her own orgasm. She remembered cumming so hard she almost passed out. They remained like that for what seemed like hours, waves of pleasure washing through her until finally the waves turned to ripples and she pulled his body to hers. They lay together for an eternity, eventually waking before the fire still coupled. The fire had burnt down to embers and the chill of the room had awaken them. He stood, helped her to her feet and she led him to the stairs. He watched her naked body climb to the lofty sleeping area. Looking over her shoulder, she smiled at him, wiggling her ass in invitation and noticed the lewd look on his face with a smile. Angie remembered the night like it was yesterday. Her body was aflame with desire from reliving that night. She realised her hand was rubbing her sex and the other was squeezing and massaging her breasts. She needed release. She took her clothes off and laid down on the king sized bed flicking on the stereo. Her hands found her breasts, caressing and squeezing them until she began to moan softly wishing Rage was there and that it was his big rough hands touching her. She focused on her nipples teasing and tweaking them. She squeezed and released her thighs together, slowly building the tension in her body. Her hips writhed as she slowly ascended the heights towards her peak. Eventually she reached into the bedside drawer and Angie removed her birthday present, a 'c' shaped remote controlled vibrator that Rage had bought her. She inserted it into her hungry pussy. One end was large and bulbous and when correctly placed, the other end rested against her clitoris. She selected the variable setting on the remote, allowing the vibrator to vary the intensity and power of the vibrations randomly. She then returned her focus to her small breasts caressing them gently initially, then more and more roughly as she approached the point of no return. Her mind slipped away, imagining she was caressing Rage's heavily muscled chest, and tracing the scars that covered his body. Masturbation was a way to release her pent up desires, but nothing she did to herself could compare to his attention. How he would blow his breath softly across her wet nipples eliciting a sudden chill on her tender flesh. And when he was eating her, that breath drove her crazy with desire and lust. The vibrator was doing its job admirably, her hips gyrated wildly and Angie squeezed her thighs together firmly and released them over and over. She was imagining her man working between her legs as she approached her orgasm. With a wild rush, she plummeted over the edge of her peak with a wild yell of passion. Her body overcome with pleasure so intense, it was akin to pain and she bit her lip drawing blood in her passionate release. And still the vibrator droned on building her towards a further higher, overcoming her attempts to locate the remote. She gave in to the mounting pleasure and allowed the vibe to take her further along the highway to pleasure central. She slipped into a multiple orgasm completely draining her will and energy. Finally finding the remote, she shut it down and lay there sucking air into her lungs as she tried to regain control of her shaking body and basking in the wonderful afterglow. Eventually she dragged herself from the bed to the shower. With the water streaming over her still trembling body she soaped herself and washed the sweat and sex from her body. However, just washing her sensitive sex triggered another orgasm leaving her a trembling mess, sitting on the floor of the shower under the flowing water. After she recovered, she turned the water off, dried and dressed in a chambray shirt and jeans over a lacy black bra and matching panties and boots. Finally a drover hat to finish her look. She headed to the hypermarket to stock up on groceries. The battered pick-up truck had seen better days, though it served her well for the limited use she had for transport. It was comfortable enough to suit and the 4 wheel drive had gotten her out of many a tricky spot over the years. There were dings and scrapes and chips all over it and the motor was strong after Rage had reconditioned it after the oil pump had failed. In fact, she believed it was even better now than when she first bought it. She might be just imagining that as it was her man that had put in many days of work on it for her. He constantly threatened to trade it in on a new one for her but she pleaded to keep it as there were memories that where embedded in every nut and bolt. Losing it would be like losing a member of her family. It started instantly as usual and she put it into 4 wheel drive till she got to the main road. Rage had made her promise to use 4x4 when off the made roads after the time she had skidded off the dirt road and rolled it into a ditch. She hadn't been seriously hurt, just a few bruises and scratches but Rage had gone spare. She knew it was because he had been scared for her but the look on his face when he had found her in the ditch on his way home on his bike, had scared her. She had never seen such fear on his face or in his eyes before. He had insisted and given her a refresher course in handling a vehicle in adverse conditions after that. Arriving at the market, she rapidly purchased her groceries and had the bag boy place them in the truck, thanking him with a subtle flash of her cleavage and a coy wink which caused him to blush. On her way back to the cabin, she noticed a neighbours truck at the bar and grill. She was hungry after her earlier activities, so she did a u turn and drove into the parking lot. Entering the bar she noticed a lot of her neighbours in a cluster. She went over to see what was up and with a squeal of joy she saw the drover was the centre of attention. He had been away for months helping out on his father's cattle drive. She threw herself into his arms and showered him with kisses. They had been friends for years and she had missed him terribly. After the hubbub had died down, she sat with the drover and caught up on his adventures and all the reasons he had gone walkabout. After catching up, Angie suggested that the drover go back to her place for tea. He told her his dinner was cooking at his place, so they adjourned back to his cabin. After a meal of beef stew and vegetables crusty bread washed down with red wine of an indifferent vintage, they retired to the couch in front of the fire and started working on killing a bottle of bourbon to celebrate his return home. With the bottle half empty and feeling bold, the drover leaned in close to Angie and kissed her passionately. He slid his hand up and down her thigh, each repeat going a little higher until he had his hand rubbing her sex through her jeans. Angie spreads her legs allowing the drover better access to her body, her chambray shirt open to the waist as his mouth suckled her breast teasing her nipples to hard peaks of puckered flesh. Slowly he began to undress her taking her shirt off and then undoing her jeans and sliding them down her thighs and right off her legs. She was left wearing only a black lacy bra and panties. Her breath ragged in her throat as she helped him undress and slipped her bra and panties off, opening herself to him... Angie and the drover were in flagrante delicto. The look of shock was mirrored in Angie's face as she jumped up and grabbed her clothes. The drover looked amused with a dopey, drunken grin on his face as he stood there naked. Rage turned on his heel and walked outside. The sound of Angie's tears echoed through the night air. The drover grabbed his jeans and dragged them on and raced outside catching up to Rage as he was about to start his bike. "Go back inside Drover," Rage told him through gritted teeth. The drover started to talk trying to explain and laugh it off light-heartedly, "Don't be upset. It's just a fuck for old time's sake." He made the fatal mistake of placing his hand on the low rider. Reverting back to his bikie past, Rage drove his right fist into the drover's nose smashing it flat and spraying blood everywhere. The drover fell backward onto his back as Rage dismounted from his low rider. A Loss of Innocence He picked the big cowboy up and stood him on his feet. The drover swung a roundhouse right and landed it on Rage's temple. It was a good hit. Rage dropped to his knees and saw stars. Shaking his head, Rage fought off the unconscious and slowly regaining his feet. He felt the berserk, that had earned him his road name, flood through his body. The red film dropped over his eyes and the world converted to shades of red as he moved in closer to the drover. His fists clenched, he started to pound them into drover's body and face. The drover punched back. Rage used his strong arms and fists to protect himself from the returning blows many of which connected. They were well matched but the berserk gave him an invincibility that couldn't be beaten. The blows the drover landed would have dropped any other man but Rage scarcely noticed the pain as his massive fists pounded back. He dealt devastating damage to the drover, who was staggering now as Rage's fists broke ribs and ruptured muscle in his opponent. After 6 or 7 minutes of pummelling each other, the drover was done and collapsed onto the ground as a fist connected with his cheek. Blood was pouring from his nose and a cut over his eye. Rage dropped down with him, pounding his fists into the face that had been smirking at him not 10 minutes ago. He watched it turn to a bloody pulpy mess as his fists continued to inflict damage. There was a noise he could hardly make out and something was pulling at him. As the berserk faded, he realised Angie was screaming and trying to drag him off her fallen lover. Pushing her away, Rage stood up and returned to his bike. Straddling it, he fires it up, ignoring the pleas of Angie to help get the drover inside. He rode home, tears of pain and disenchantment filling his eyes. It was over. This short period of happiness was now just another broken promise life that had been dishing out to him all his life. Full of pain, he rode too fast for the dirt road and dropped the machine heavily on a hard corner. He swore extensively as he climbed back to his feet and stood the bike up and checked it over. There was no damage, apart from a few scratches. He straddled it again and rode to the cabin and parked the bike. Entering he walked to the drink cupboard and took a bottle of Bundy rum, a glass and filled the ice bucket with cracked ice. He walked back to the couch and he settled down with his drink. He placed his right hand in the ice bucket and drunk the rum straight. Grabbing the TV remote, he selected the media stream of "Sons of Anarchy," a violent portrayal of the Outlaw Bikie world. It suited his mood. He heard the sound of Angie's pick-up coming down the drive. He wasn't looking forward to a scene he was sure was about to erupt. Pouring another drink he waited for her. After about 15 minutes he heard the door open. He looked over and saw her face. Her eyes were red and puffy with mascara runs down her cheeks. She asked if he would help her bring in the groceries. He laughed and took another sip of his drink. She walked over and sat beside him on the couch. "I'm sorry Rage" she sobbed, "Truly sorry" "Doesn't matter," he replied, "We're done. It's over." "Please Baby, we can work it out," she pleaded. "No, we can't Angie," he spat out "I'm me. I can't live with this betrayal" He paused then continued, "3.5 billion men in the world and you had to fuck a local someone who I see in the bar, around town. At every party we go to, he will be there, laughing at me and boasting to his friends he fucked my wife!" Listening to his pain, caused her to break out into sobs of anguish. Tears streamed down her cheeks. "I don't want to lose you Rage. Please tell me how to make it right." "There is no way to make this right Angie. Trust, once broken can never be repaired. Doubt takes precedence, and that's no way to live in a relationship." With tears streaming down her face, she stood up and ascended to the sleeping area. She walked on to the en-suite. Turning on the water of the shower, she scrubbed the stench of her illicit love making from her body, and returned to find Rage in the huge bed. She went to the walk in wardrobe and took down her battered suitcase, and began to place her clothing inside. "What are you doing?" Rage asked, "It's too late to move out tonight. Leave it till tomorrow and I will help you." "Where will I sleep?" she asked shakily, with tears still streaming down her face. Getting up from the bed, he replied, "Here you take the bed, I will sleep on the couch." "Can't we share it this one last time?" she pleaded, "There is plenty of room." "If you want Angie, it is more comfortable than the couch." he replied Climbing back into the bed, he got comfortable with his back turned towards her side. He felt the bed move as she joined him, still sobbing softly. Hardening his heart to her misery he finally fell asleep, only to dream of happier times with the woman he loved more than life itself. The rising sun found them entangled in each other's arm. Her head was on his shoulder and his arms were around her protectively, the way they usually woke up. He kissed her sleeping face gently as the tears ran silently down his face. His heart was breaking, but he knew there was a huge obstacle between them now and he didn't know how to overcome it. He lay quietly thinking and reminiscing over their time together. Eventually she stirred and in her semi wakefulness, murmured sleepily, "Morning lover." His head and heart battled, knowing this was a bad thing. His head screamed "Get up, get away, run" and his heart whispers, "No. Stay. Be kind. Be nice. Remember, you love this woman. Do not cause her more pain." Being weak, he heeded his heart and responded to her overtures. He kissed her back and caressed her body. The body, he had loved many, many times before. He knew her intimately, where to touch her to elicit the responses from her, what triggered her lust, her love and her needs. Slowly they began to make love, gently, softly, lovingly, as they had many times before and he liked it. He was deaf to his mind and its screams. Screams he pushed down deep and muffled as his heart soared. Reaching across the bed, she moved down his body and kissed his manhood. She ran her tongue up and down his hard shaft, teasing him mercilessly. Her magnificent body was clad in a tiny g string. She crawled over to him and straddled his chest, placing her feet beside his head and her hands on his hips. She slowly slid forward towards his face, her sopping pussy filling his restricted vision, closer and closer it came till it was mere millimetres from him. Eagerly his tongue darted forward, caressing her sopping pussy. He teased her clit from its warm haven and watched her lips swell and open up for him. She rocked her hips to give him deeper access and his began to slowly fuck her with his tongue, poking and twisting it inside her pleasure cave. He felt her juices running down his chin as her hips writhed in pleasure. In her passion she forced her wet pussy harder into his face, demanding more pleasure and satisfaction from her man. With a final shudder she threw herself backwards in a climax that disabled her. Shuddering and shaking in delight, she slowly came back to the present and looked at him with lust in her eyes. Her composure regained she squatted over his erect weapon of pleasure and slowly lowered herself onto it. She heard the breath catch in his throat as his hips rose to meet her. Taking him deep within her, she began clenching her vaginal muscles, massaging along his buried depth. Soft moans of pleasure filled the air as their passion rose. Arching his back, he drove deeper into her pussy filling her as she rocked her hips rapidly. As her orgasm approached, she mewled, crying his name softly as her climax washed through her body. Her vaginal muscles clenching in spasm along the length of his swollen cock. Then with a wicked grin, he flipped her on to her back on the bed. He towered over her and spread her legs. He looked down at her face and allowed his gaze to caress her body from her proud breasts, down her torso, lingering at her swollen pussy and slowly on down her shapely legs. Slowly, he lowered his body toward her as she lifted her legs to embrace his waist and pulled him down towards her. Reaching between their bodies, she grasped his rigid cock and positioned it between her lips and he slid it slowly into her wide open pussy. Deeper and deeper he entered her till her pussy is full of hard cock. Breathing deeply, he remained stationary just enjoying the closeness of her. In time, he slowly began to move, sliding out and back in, feeling her tight cunt gripping his shaft as he moves inside her. His mouth covered hers in a passionate kiss bruising her soft lips with his passion. She sucked and bit his lower lip. Raising his body, he looked down on her flushed face and his eyes caressed her swollen nipples standing like bullets inside her aureole. His head descended and took her nipple between his teeth grasping gently and he tugged sharply. She moaned deep in her throat and pushed her pelvis up towards him. Her thighs clamped tightly to his hips, her eyes begged for release again as he slams his cock forcibly deep into her welcoming pussy. Faster and faster his hips pumped into her forcing his penis deeper and deeper into her sopping pussy. He felt her approaching climax and hurried to cum with her. Feeling her vaginal muscles spasming and her cum juices flooding her pussy, he allowed his climax to explode inside her again and again. Flooding her pussy with his fluids. He filled her to the brim and the overflow oozed from her cock restricted opening. His seed mingled with hers and ran down her arse soaking the sheets. Dropping down beside her, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly. He felt his cock slowly shrink inside her. As they gathered their composure, she looked into his washed out blue eyes and smiled. She lowered her gaze to his lips, she kissed him tenderly and nuzzled into his neck. Both enjoyed this tender moment of calm after the storm of their violent love making. Her breasts were crushed to his chest and they breathed the same air and whispered soft nothings to each other in the warm afterglow of their torrid sex. Slowly, they dozed off to sleep. His dreams were filled with the battle between his head and his heart. He wondered which would win this battle. The Beginning? A Loss of Innocence After some time, Cleo gently pushed me back onto the bed, and then returned to my breasts before slowly moving lower with her mouth. Kissing her way down my stomach, she knelt at the side of the bed. Parting my legs which were dangling over the side of the bed, the sexy young woman kissed and caressed my thighs. Meanwhile her fingers were parting my red curls to expose my slit. Gently parting the outer lips, she found my little nub and was teasing it with her finger tip. My hands were bunching the sheets at my side as my climax built. Just when I thought I could stand no more of her ministrations, I felt the tip of her tongue glide across my pearl. My body arched with the contact. I could feel my orgasm nearing its peak. Her tongue delved into my depths when my body erupted in an earth shattering climax the like of which I have never felt before. My breath caught in my throat and my heart beat so fast I thought it would burst. Cleo lapped and licked my juices as my body continued to shake. Finally my pulse slowed and my body started to return to normal. I opened my eyes to see Cleo smiling across my body at me. Her lips still had some of my cream sticking to them. I held out my hands to her and she glided up on the bed beside me. Rolling on my side, I took her face in my hands and licked my cum from her lips before kissing her first softly then deeply. "That was.... my God, Cleo, that was mind blowing." I told her. She looked lovingly at me and said, "I'm glad, baby. I really wanted your first time to be special. But we aren't finished yet." "Definitely not," I replied. "It's your turn now love. Lay back and let me see if I can do as well." I put my arm around Cleo and kissed her gently, barely touching her lips with mine. The effect was thrilling and Cleo's body tingled all over. With the same light touch, I kissed her face, cheeks, closed eyes and then her soft lips again. I tilted her head back and kissed her throat the same way. Cleo made herself lay still but goose bumps rose all over her tawny skin. My fingertips lightly traced the curve of her shoulder, and then gently brushed the length of her arm. Then, with just a whisper of a touch, I drew my hand back up the inside of her arm. Cleo shook with a tingling spasm. My fingertips followed the outline of her body down her side then glancing across her pert breast and hardening nipple. It rose even more as an intense shock of pleasure shot through her. I couldn't wait any longer and bent to take her firm nipple into my mouth. Cleo pressed up as I suckled on her tip. I felt a warm wetness between my thighs as she squirmed beneath my touch. Breathing deeply, I smelt the musky scent of her skin and felt a quickening in my crotch as I sensed her readiness, her eagerness. My hand reached to caress her thigh and the dark girl opened her legs to me. My hand encountered her moistness, then her small hard clit. I heard the breath explode from her in gasps as I rubbed and fondled her pearl. Reaching lower, I entered her vagina with two fingers and explored her depths and textures. Cleo arched her back and moaned. Letting go of her nipple, I found her mouth, kissing her firmly, I loved the slow sensuous touch of our tongues as they danced together. Moving my tongue down her throat to the valley between her breasts, with both hands, I cupped the roundness of them as I moved my tongue lower. Cleo was massaging my shoulders and arms and moaning softly as waves coursed through her body. I worked my way down with my tongue and mouth, running my tongue around her navel then onto her soft black curly hair. Cleo arched her back in request. I found the top of her slit and then her hard little pearl. She cried out as I reached it. I licked and sucked at it with my tongue as my hands continued fondling her breasts and nipples. My tongue then delved into her depths. She tasted so sweet, like an earth tasting honey chicken. My tongue lapped greedily at her moistness. This was more than Cleo could take, and she called my name as she abandoned herself to the sheer pleasure of her orgasm. Her juices smothered my face, and I licked, sucked, and swallowed her nectar as her body shook with her climax. Finally her body stopped trembling and I looked up at her smiling. She reached down to me to pull me up into her arms. "I can't believe that was your first time with a woman. You certainly made me cum like you had been doing this all your life," Cleo said to me. I blushed a little and replied, "It wasn't hard. You have such a beautiful body. I know what I like and hoped that you liked the same things." We snuggled in each others arms. Cleo kissed me gently. "Nerida, I know it's too early to make any commitment, but I would love to spend more time with you. You have stolen my heart." I smiled back at her and told her that it wasn't gone, just beating as one with mine. And that my friends is how I lost my innocence. Cleo and I have been together now for some time and every day has been heaven. If anyone had told me a few years ago that I would be living with another woman and loving her, I probably would have laughed in their face. But here I am and I have never been happier.