Chapter 13: Carnal Christian Kate

Kate Fagan, Kermit's wife of slightly over fourteen years and the mother of his two daughters, Tanya who was fourteen and Caitlin who was thirteen was twelve years younger than her husband. She was, at twenty eight, still a beautiful woman and maybe Tanya would look like her in another fourteen years.

The resemblances between mother and daughters were striking. Their faces were round and attractive, they were little more than five feet tall and they all had large, soft breasts, especially the overly plump, thirteen year old Caitlyn. Tanya was also a bit on the plump side but her mother had progressed from her teenaged plumpness to near obesity.

Like her daughters Tanya and Caitlyn, Kate had gone through puberty early and by the time she was twelve she had breasts that caused men to think she was much older. Her family, the Reardon's, were old fashioned Irish Catholics who didn't cotton to newfangled things like sex education for young people so Kate at thirteen was naïve and innocent.

Kermit Fagan was a drinking buddy of Kate's Uncle Patrick and through her uncle she met the dashing life of the party. Twenty year old Kermit was instantly attracted to the cute little girl with big tits and automatically he turned on his Irish charm. He didn't really set out to seduce the innocent youngster but he wasn't at all inclined to celibacy. His priest was an understanding sort and on two other occasions when Kermit took advantage of young girls Father Murphy, after asking many questions about how it had happened, had given an understanding wink and assigned some insignificant penance. The combination resulted in Kate's devirgination just before her fourteenth birthday and her mother's determination five months after that her little girl was in a family way.

Kermit was an honorable Catholic gentleman and he did the honorable thing. Kate's parents were content because it nobody found out until after the marriage and although there were giggles and snickers about the time between marriage and delivery of a child it didn't matter. Their daughter was married and they had a grandchild.

Kermit's family was also quite content. The Reardon's were a solid family and Uncle Patrick was progressing well in the police department. And both they and Kate's parents were pleased that they hadn't succumbed to the sinful practice of using condoms.

Marriage didn't dampen both partners' desire for sex and less than a year after Tanya's birth, Caitlyn came along. After that they went against the Pope's dictates and Kate got a prescription for the pill and for the next five years they had uninhibited sex with each other. Until shortly after Kate's twenty first birthday.

It was then that they broke completely from the Catholic Church and joined the Church of Redemption. Their families weren't happy but reluctantly they accepted the move, believing that they would return to the fold as their children grew.

Another major change occurred. It had no logical connection to their religious change but it had an even greater effect on their lives. Kermit suddenly became totally engrossed in his new business as a bail bondsman. Kate's Uncle Patrick had given him guidance and also provided him with most of his clients since he had inside information on the arrests that led to a need to arrange bail. And Kermit had been resoundingly successful.

Kate however saw less and less of her beloved husband. She had a hefty appetite for sex and starting before they were married when she was barely out of puberty; Kermit had kept her satisfied and happy. Now she was going to bed with that unsatisfied need gnawing at her loins. She replaced sex with chocolate and prayer meetings. Neither satisfied her craving but prayer made her feel good about herself and chocolate added to her bust line ... and unfortunately her belly line and ass line.

Reverend Tyler usually turned his eye to younger members of his congregation but the busty, Irish plumper tempted him and he made a very subtle pass at her by means of asking about her love for Jesus and for her husband. He was perceptive and he accurately read her shy answers. The sex-starved twenty three year old was an easy lay and along with it, she was delightfully uninhibited. For two years he fucked her in her marriage bed at more or less two week intervals. And once Tanya came home unexpectedly and saw them.

It had been three years since Kate had been with Reverend Tyler or had any more than her husband's increasingly infrequent couplings. She had, through a source on the Web acquired a penis-shaped vibrator and that, accompanied by occasional XXX videos had kept her chaste and relieved the worst of her needs. But each night she hoped that Kermit would once again be her lover.

George Smart was not a drinking man and Michael Ogden was trying not to be but when the judge, a prune-faced elderly woman set bond at the completely unjustified half million dollars, after arranging the bail with Kermit Fagan, they went to the bar.

George Smart learned that the judge had a thing about sex crimes or any case with sexual overtones. She locked up hookers, gave pimps long sentences and rapists were lucky if she didn't give them life sentences. Now, Michael said, they had to hope that she wasn't their trial judge.

When Smart learned from Ogden that Fagan was charging twenty percent for the bond instead of the conventional ten percent he became irate to the point of irrationality.

"You can talk to him, George, but it may not do any good. You can try to get him to commit to refund half the fee if you're found not guilty."

That wasn't enough for the angry defendant and after downing his fourth drink he checked out Fagan's home address and got in his Porsche and speeded off to the modest bungalow where Fagan lived.

Kate Fagan was relaxing in the hot tub, secure in the knowledge that her girls were in school and Kermit, as usual, would not be home before seven. She had a tall glass of her favourite afternoon drink, Pimm's #5 beside her and in her right hand she held her favourite toy.

It wasn't like the real thing ... not nearly as good but the hot blooded woman could spend an hour or more ... like today ... and feed her sweet-tooth with the drink which also caused her to feel relaxed and mellow and with her toy turned on and vibrating she could thrill to several delightful orgasms.

Just as she was about to cum for the third time the doorbell rang. She paused and waited for it to stop but over and over again it rang until, with an un-Christian curse she got out of the hot tub, dried herself off quickly and put on her flimsy robe. It was another damned kid, she was sure. Another one wanting her to sponsor him or her in some kind of competition. They were always the persistent ones.

It's debatable who was more surprised when Kate Fagan opened the door, she or George Smart.

"Uh ... Oh ... Mr. Smart," she stammered, "Come in," she continued with ridiculous politeness despite her embarrassment. Instinctively she clutched the sheer robe tighter, not realizing that she was then holding the dildo in plain sight. Kate didn't really know him except that he sometimes passed around the collection plate at church and she'd heard Kermit say he was an important person.

George barely managed to keep his mouth from gaping at the sight of the damp haired, voluptuous woman wearing a flimsy peignoir that revealed more than it hid. Her soft, heavy breasts jiggled visibly at her every move and then he saw the implement she was still holding in her right hand.

"I ... I was looking for your thieving husband," Smart blurted out. "Is he home?"

"Uh ... no Mr. Smart," she replied. What did he mean, thieving? And then Kate realized that she was still holding the dildo. Quickly she put it behind her back but she saw at once that the man had seen it and her face flamed scarlet.

"Yes, I see that he isn't at home," Smart said with a lewd grin. "And I can offer you a better substitute than this," he added as he grabbed her right arm and brought it around in front again.

"Please Mr. Smart ... please don't," Kate protested but her flimsy robe came open and her big, bare breasts flopped as she tried to pull away from him.

George Smart had big balls, a high testosterone level and a low level of self control when it came to contacts with women. This one was clearly vulnerable and accessible and fucking her would be symbolically like fucking the man who was screwing him with a usurious rate on his bond.

He pulled her close, easily overpowering her as he pinned her right arm behind her, hearing the soft clatter as she dropped the dildo. Clamping his lips over her soft mouth he forced his tongue between her teeth to explore her oral cavity while his free hand pushed between her thighs to grasp her wetly swollen pussy.

"You got yourself nice and hot already didn't you, honey," he chuckled huskily as he broke off the kiss. "Your little toy got you all ready to be fucked ... oh, you're never going to forget this, little lady ... I'm going to fuck you til you can't walk."

The helpless woman trembled and then collapsed under the big man onto the plush, carpeted floor. His mouth on hers stifled her cries and she was paralyzed with fright. He was going to rape her. This big angry man was going to force her to commit adultery.

This is easy, George thought to himself as he worked his pants down to free his erection. He had the woman pinned to the floor, her knees raised and her seething pussy spread unceremoniously wide open to him, her heaving breasts quivering with suddenly raised goosebumps as she saw the rigidly erect cock extending from his loins like a massive club. It seemed to swell to even greater dimensions as she gaped at it in horrified disbelief.

"No, please..." she shuddered, awed and intimidated by the symbol of the man's masculinity. Yet she felt tingles of unwanted excitement in her loins as he moved deliberately up over her and bent his head over her breasts, seizing a nipple between his teeth and nipping the hard thick bud painfully so that she groaned with the sudden hurt that at the same time caused further fluttering tremors of delight in her churning belly.

"You're married ... I'm married," Kate whined. "Don't make me cheat ... please don't." But her belly stirred with unwilled desire as she looked at his mammoth tool. Kermit and Reverend Tyler were her only prior lovers and although well endowed they were much smaller that George Smart.

"I can't force you to cheat," he hissed at her. "It's only cheating if you enjoy it. And you're going to enjoy it aren't you, woman. You know you will. Now take my cock and put it right in that hot, wet cunt of yours," he ordered.

Kate winced at the impact of the obscene words. Fuck ... cock ... God, she fought against the shameful excitement she felt when he said those words. She must not let herself be excited in this salacious way. If she could no longer keep him out of her body, she had to at least keep this lecher from subjugating her mind and thoughts. Dear God, everything was lost if she let him control her.