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.

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