Lions and Sheep Ch. 02
Summers spent in the countryside with pastimes of horse riding and swimming kept away the grotesque fat often acquired by those who look down on the masses. In any case her Irish ancestry, traced to those who survived the famine, ensured she would forever remain lithe and slim. The lower body had become firm and supple from the sports she played, giving her ass the toned definition and roundness that was the recipient of many a slap and pats from admirers and passerbys. Catherine loved her body, she loved her perky breasts and the sensations derived from pinching her nipples and rubbing her clit. She did this every night in the warm water bath, looked on by the ever present nanny, who stood there stoically as Catherine reached her routine climax and sank to the bottom of the soapy tub after being relieved of her inner heat. At age 18, late for the time, the calls for marriage had become inevitable.
Why she chose John Smith as her husband was perplexing for everyone except the nanny who knew of Catherine's need for independence, her desire to get away from the high society and to travel the world. That and the fact John Smith had deflowered Catherine the very night of the dinner when they first met. She was enamored by his boyish charm, the shyness that comes when you have risen from the doldrums of peasant living to become Sandhurst's favorite son. He was a well read generalist, the ones favored by the British Civil Service, and above all the right kind of submissive to the higher ups. The person who would follow orders and not have a mind of his own. This suited John Smith very well. He was going to the very top and had no need to prove his individualism. All he needed was a wife to effectively hobnob with the well connected. And this dinner night was the perfect occasion to land a lady of his own.
"Would you care to dance with me?"
Captain John Smith turned around, almost spilling the wine glass he was holding, as he looked at Catherine for the first time. Stylishly dressed in a body hugging sparkling pink dress with the upper arms and collar bones exposed. A pearl necklace graced her neck and elbow length white gloves hid what could only be the most precious pair of hands as Catherine extended her right hand towards John, beckoning him to take her on to the dance floor. Looking impeccable in his black officer dress, John needed no second invitation as the two waltzed to the classical music being played by the live band. The eyes met and no words were needed to express the love they felt at that moment and the lifetime to come.
The upper floor of the Victorian mansion housed many bedrooms as the new couple excused themselves from the reception hall and made their way up the marble staircase. Discarding their garments, John and Catherine went at each other like animals and ferociously made love with the accompanying squeals and moans of Catherine matched in intent by the groans of John as he pumped his beefy cock into Catherine's love nest. Their limbs entangled and their bodies rubbing onto another, John came with a final thrust, becoming a passive and heavy paperweight atop Catherine, who was in the throes of a mind numbing experience. The need to get back to the party prevented any post orgasmic cuddling as they helped each other in getting dressed. Coming back down, John and Catherine had to work hard to stop their smiles appearing on their faces, yet failed countless times whenever their glances met.
The marriage took place in the usual pompous fashion and grandiose setting, albeit with some enforced modesty due to the recent end of the World War in 1945. The honeymoon period was cut short as the time of the Empire on which the sun never set was coming to a close. Being a favorite didn't absolve John Smith of his duty to the Crown and he was sent packing immediately to the Indian Subcontinent on his first assignment to bolster up the dwindling manpower. Catherine was to join him later, at least 6 months, as the scarce resources at the time meant that the voyage by sea could only be made by the necessary officials. This didn't go well by Catherine who had become used to the 3-4 fuck sessions every night. No way would she ever go back to pleasuring herself in the bath.
And yet, the bathtime masturbations willed Catherine over the 6 month time period as she finally heaved a sigh of relief and waved deliriously to her family from the ship's deck. In a few days time, she would be reunited with her lover and get back to the humping, riding, and grinding with her amour. Unpacking in her allotted cabin, Catherine made her way to the wardroom where she and a few other ladies were invited for dinner. The good conversation and wine made up for the rather stale food as everyone either shared their experiences of living in India or their premonitions for those going there for the first time. A bit tipsy, especially being her maiden journey on a ship, Catherine was escorted by a senior naval officer, Commander Ian Healy, to her accomodation. Catherine sat on the edge of her bed with her head in hands when her forehead was poked with something that was damp and firm.
"Take it in your mouth."
Looking up, Catherine was faced with a bulbous mushroom head of a cock that bulged out from Ian's white pants. She pushed her hands on the bed to get back and had her legs squirming upwards when she was jolted back as Ian pulled her towards him by grabbing onto her calves. A scream was left hanging in her mouth as a quick blow to her face blacked her out. A few moments or perhaps a minute had passed when Catherine regained some consciousness, to find herself slurping and gargling on a girth cock that pistoned in and out of her oral cavity, aided by the hands on her head that bobbed her to and fro.
"NO!! What the FUCK do you think you are doing!," screamed Catherine as she forced her head out of Ian's clutches and turned her head.
"Listen to me you little bitch! You will suck this cock and I will cum in your mouth. Don't test me!"
Ian had taken hold of Catherine's chin and forced her to face his cock. A punch to her cheek made her open her mouth. Ian's mistake was to force his cock into her mouth. Catherine's mistake was to clamp down on it with the full force of her jaws.
"UURRRGHH!!"
SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.
Catherine was pushed down on the bed, her head spinning around and looking dazed. A tearing sound echoed through the room as her yellow flowery dress was ripped off her body, soon joined by her white bra and panties. Ian was swiftly on top of Catherine, his hand choking her neck and another hand flexing and abducting her right thigh to get his crotch in line with Catherine's pussy.
"Scream now and I will dump your body in the ocean myself."
Ian let go of Catherine's neck and used his hand to dock his cock into the vaginal opening. Grabbing hold of both her shoulders, Ian inserted inwards and from the get go was on a high tempo of fucking her pussy. Catherine tried to resist by scratching his exposed chest but soon found the chest crushing her boobs and his mouth gnawing away at her neck. Ian's hands were firmly groping the breasts as he continued to pound away.
"Please stop, please don't do this," a desperate plea from Catherine that was barely audible as her arms lay lifelessly, having given up the struggle.
"You will ENJOY THIS! I don't need this despair," Ian growled into her ear as he got up on an angle and began to fuck her while simultaneously gyrating his pelvis in a circular motion.
"Ahh! No, don't-"
Ian's left hand had gone down and was vigorously rubbing the clit up and down as he soon found Catherine arching her back and rolling her eyes into the back of head.
"YES! YES! You are killing me!"
A light but firm slap on her face from Ian had Catherine grinning along with the onslaught of contractions her vagina was experiencing and the rough behavior of Ian with her body. A crescendo was approaching for both of them and had soon reached its peak.
"AHHH!"
"IANNN!!"
Spurts of jism erupted from the pisshole and swathed the lovehole of Catherine in its entirety and began to ooze out from the sides of their united genitalia. The faces of contentment gazed into each other as Catherine took Ian's face in her hands and
gently cooed,
"How about I suck that cock for you?"
Laughter broke out as they hugged each other in mirth and merriment, that lasted throughout the night and on all the nights that they were at sea
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John was waiting at the Karachi Port dressed in his freshly pressed uniform and carrying a bouquet of flowers. Catherine got off board with her arm around Ian and broke off to run as fast as she could into the open arms of John. A passionate embrace and a peck on the lips would have to suffice for now as the two gentlemen introduced themselves.
"Quite a fiesty lady you got there, she made the journey very memorable!"
Catherine blushed and squeezed firmly the hand holding John. Nothing much of significance was said and after the exchange of the usual pleasantries, John and Catherine made their way to the Officers Mess as Ian returned to the ship, which was scheduled to arrive tomorrow at Bombay.
After a much awaited romp in the sack that culminated much earlier than either one wanted, John began to kiss and fondle wherever he could lay his eyes on as her body was a mirage to his desert traveller soul. Catherine wanted to respond but felt a tinge of shame for what had transpired on the ship. She loved John with all her heart but couldn't deny the absolute happiness she felt waking up each day next to the hunky sex machine called Ian. While sex with John was always passionate and romantic, there was this outpouring of raw emotion that she had only experienced with Ian. He was rough with her, spanking the ass cheeks with reckless abandon and pulling her hair whenever she was on her elbows and knees as he humped her from behind or when she straddled him sitting on an armchair. Positions she could not even begin to try with John. How to broach this topic-
"Catherine," John remarked looking up from smooching her belly button," if you are tense about what happened on the ship, relax."
Just as John had uttered those words that relieved a stone's weight from her heart, her ankles were quickly positioned on either side of John's neck as she was lifted up with only her shoulder blades in contact with the bed. John's wet thumb was rubbing her anal rosebud as he placed the cock's head at its entrance.
"You will be glad to know of a very special club in Lahore whose exclusive membership we will be using to the fullest."
"What Clu--- AHHH!" Catherine's question was cut short by the quick invasion of John's throbbing probe.
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The Lahore Sex Club (not an actual club mind you), at the tailend of British rule in the mid 1940s, was a hollow shell of its illustrious past. Gone were the wild night parties were the local petite beauties were thrown as fodders for the sex obsessed officers who would fuck and ravage the helpless women to an inch of their lives. The peeing of endless streams of urine onto squirming bodies or the favorite activity of placing crushed chillies into disobedient pussies who failed to comply with the rules of engagement. The 'Baleen Incident' was perhaps a yearning for the glory days. What remained were the wife swaps and group sex within the British officer class that now occured with decreasing frequency but still a staple of the officer lifestyle.
John and Catherine too engaged wholly in this activity, the last vestiges of matrimonial modesty castaway on the day Catherine and John opened up to each other about their individual fantasies and kinks. They wanted to experience all the sexual pleasure that life had to offer.
And experience they did. While political machinations and power plays were being carried at swift pace to determine who gets what, the couple became the darlings of the 'social' life of Lahore. Many newly commissioned lieutenants were invited to the Smith residence for discreet unloading of their spunk between the willing open legs of Catherine. John was more than a happy kipper as he watched chiselled crew cut studs pounding away at her spread eagled wife, her face a vision of ecstasy and her hands gripping at the bedspread. More than sexual satisfaction, it was the hint of taboo that ignited her fire. The husband also got involved in the action when there was a wife swap but it was less enjoyable for Catherine as she got off spectualry knowing that John was watching her getting fucked.
In the year they had been together living in Lahore, John had his dick ensheathed in every officer's wife but no action with the local populace or even a vanilla threesome, with Catherine or otherwise. In contrast, Catherine had banked nearly every sperm deposit from the young to the senior cadre, involved in gangbangs where a train of 6-8 officers would take turns and tag team the designated whore of the night (Catherine wasn't an exception, each wife served the British Corp!). While other husbands tended to also participate in the collective sexual degradation of their wives, Catherine had not allowed John to partake; John was too special for Catherine to have to wait for his turn and share his wife. The love and physical connection they had was sacred enough to be enjoyed intimately, in privacy.
The only thing that remained on the bucket list was sex with a local. The Smiths were broad-minded enough to not harbor any specific racist tendencies, meaning which they treated all inhabitants of the subcontinent as equal; an inferior class. Discussions had occurred whether to initiate contact with the broad shouldered Pathan contractor or even the menacing looking turban-wearing Sikh security guard, the one who eventually left their employ without notice. With their days on this godforsaken land coming to an end, Govinda will have to do: the perverted live-in servant who fondles Catherine's breasts when she pretends to be passed out.
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Finishing up with their breakfast, with Govinda waiting in the master bedroom as instructed, Catherine was giddy as a schoolgirl at the prospect of what lay ahead today.
"It seems with Govinda we got a 2 for 1 deal, I wouldn't mind you taking his sister Geeta to bed!"
"I wouldn't mind Catherine. Not mind at all.""
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