One Thing Led to Another

One thing led to another. Part one

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All people engaged in sex are eighteen and older.

I graduated High School from Holy Mother a girls only Catholic school nearby St. Joseph's Catholic Church. My bestie Alexi and me (Vicki) had a wondrous senior year. No boys mind you, but our principal( Caroline) was not a nun (perish the thought eye roll) but I moved in with her the week school started. The best way to describe our relationship is that she treated me pretty rough and fucked me before school and after school. I had no clue about spanking and nipple clamps, but I loved it. There were some other residents living with her too.

They were previous students who were attending Seattle University, which is a Jesuit school. They were now young mothers so no names for them, but strap ons with gigantic, huge dildos were introduced to my pussy, ass and mouth. Caroline would vibe her off watching us. It was explained to me the experience was described as being airtight. Later on when it was a huge dick in my mouth I really enjoyed it.

I will say this about my roommates fucking me is I learned about being multi-orgasmic. Oh my goodness I discovered I was a screamer and a squirter both. Alexi and I were at lunch as the end of September and we were sitting at this table at lunch and both of us were grimacing as we struggled to make it through lunch.

What's wrong Alexi?

She turned and looked and me blushing and said, "my bottom hurts so bad," she looked down and whispered, " my pooper hurts real bad and my cunny does too."

My eyes opened wide and I said, "Me too! I got nipple rings and rings on my labia."

"Four women are fucking my brains out, now," I said.

She said, "English teacher and her husband. They're swingers and I'm getting lots of dick. Whole lotta dick and she giggled."

We graduated in June and neither of were interested in college. I was consumed with the idea of finding out what it would be like getting a "whole lotta dick" as I was back at home. During my senior year I had blossomed. I went from a full C-Cup to FF cup. Mom said it was that way with her too, but for the love of fuck, her tits made mine look like nubbins.

At the end of the first week after graduating, I had sucked a bunch of dick and a bigly amount of dicks in my ass. I texted Alexi and said planned parenthood this morning. She responded with a heart emoji, instantly. My cunt needed to be filled and I did not want a baby. At. All.

We called us the "slut twins" (we were both five foot nine with red hair and freckles and seriously big tits) and we actually tucked two actual black twins who played basketball for Seattle University. We were at this party and in the master bedroom together. James was six foot five and Jamaal was six foot seven. Jamaal destroyed my cervix. Alexi wanted to swap and I did not. In fact I fell hard for Jamaal and ended up in a huge shit storm with my mom, who threatened to tell my daddy. I think Alexi's mom told her.

I had watched this Netflix about the Gestapo from World War II, which I had no idea whatsoever about. Well that's a pale version of what it was like with mom.

"So Missy you're fucking a n---er boy (insert n-word)? Can you imagine popping out a n----r baby for your daddy. Family fourth of July picnics with n----r triplets with a red afro (what was an afro?) and freckles?

I stared at her and I peed my pants all over the kitchen floor. I flashed that she would put me in a convent, she had a sister in one.

"God fucking damn it you fucking slut answer me, before I paddle your fat ass!"

I peed some more.

"Fuck me, " she looked at the linoleum floor, "stand up!"

I still had my pjs on and she ripped them off me, tops and bottoms. The look on her face when she saw my nipple rings and all my labia rings (four on each side). Her reaction was not good. She threw my pjs on the puddle of piss and grabbed my ponytail and pulled me out of the kitchen upstairs to her room. Entering her and daddy's bedroom she walked over to the closet and pulled out this skinny foot long paddle (They had a paddle?) and pulled me onto the bed face down.

She stepped up on the bed and put her left foot on the small of my back (she had on a pair of pink adidas runners) and she paddled first one cheek, then the other. She called me a fucking whore, a family embarrassment, fucking piercings in your cunt, are you fucking lesbian on top of all this bullshit with a n----r boy."

Finally I screamed, "I am totally in love with him. All the piercings happened at Holy fucking lesbian Mother and they beat me too," and I sobbed.

"You love him (now this was different as her protective Catholic mom instincts kicked in) Victoria?"

"Yes, God yes I do. He's so smart and handsome. I wish I had his baby."

She sat down on the bed and said, "Come here."

I stood up and sat down next to her and shrieked and said, "You hurt me real bad mom."

"Come with me," and she went into her bathroom and started rubbing my cheeks with aloe vera gel. It as soothing.

"How are you not pregnant?"

"We went to Planned Parenthood and I'm on the pill."

She surprised me by saying, "Sweet Mary and Joseph, thank you honey. I've gone there for years."

"Once more, you love Jamaal," she knew his name, huh.

"Yes, my heart aches when I'm not with him."

I started crying again.

"What about Alexi and James?"

"Jamaal said, he's bought an engagement ring."

"What does he think about the piercings?"

"He is totally turned on by the stuff down below and we've talked about some in my butt cleavage. Pins. He doesn't like the nipple rings and wants to replace them with platinum bars with diamonds on the ends."

"I want to some ink too."

"Tattoos?"

"Yes, spades around my neck, " I blushed looking down."

"Spades?"

"It means I belong to a n----r, that I'm his bitch."

Mom stared at the ceiling and blew out a bunch of air and said, "I can help you in every possible way, but if you do this, it is so disrespectful. Just because he's black, doesn't mean he's a thug gangster. We will disown you for doing that."

"I will help you to marry him and be a good wife and mother, but not this shit."

"Okay?"

"Okay, "softly, my heart was thumping."

"What does his mother do, does she work?"

"She is a judge in the court system for minors."

"I want to meet her on her turf, Sunday afternoon. Can you set that up?"

The meeting happened and the two mothers had an immediate bond. Jamaal's mom, Barbara was Jamaal's mom and Beth my mom were of an age and Jamaal's family were Catholic too. The marriage moved along towards a post easter wedding the next spring. We were married at St. James Cathedral and we honeymooned in a condo owned by Jamaal's parents at Lake Chelan. Which was nice during the day upper seventies and chilly at night.

We had to go to premarital counselling with priest at St. James. He reaffirmed the Church's posture on birth control and how he could not wait to baptize our kids. That night there was a mandatory meeting with the two mom's after the meeting. Both of them reaffirmed the two mom's posture on me staying on the pill.

Alexei and James were married last fall as she was pregnant at the justice of the peace.

Jamaal was accepted at the University of Washington Law school. I got a job in the secretarial pool at my daddy's law firm and I enjoyed the work and I made all kinds of friends in the pool. There were girls my age and thirty in the whole group. Some were in their thirties and forties, they were all sweethearts to me.

We'd been married four years as Jamaal approached the end of law school. We were living in a condo in the Wallingford area. Jamaal would ride his bike to and from class. I had received as a gift from my mom a 1990 Isuzu Trooper, with a rebuilt engine and new clutch. It was midnight Blue. He had incredible grades and with his mom's connections he had agreed to join Bush Kornfield a bankruptcy firm.

After he graduated he would have to jump into the preparation for the bar exam.

That would start after graduation and it would take three or four months.

In my small world I had been assigned as a personal assistant (PA) to one of my father's best friends Harlan Humphries. He did appellate work. I got my own office adjacent to his, there was a confecting door between the two offices. He had a full shower and a single bed behind his office, because there would be some long hours on some cases to get filings done.

He was a tall man, six foot eight inches totally bald, in his late fifties. I met his wife at my dad's retirement which was a month after I started working for Harlan. Dad had a minor heart moment, they put in a pacemaker and mom said enough.

They started spending time at Lake Chelan, they'd bought a condo near Jamaal's parent's place as mom and Barbara were besties. Jamaal was spending a lot of time at his parent's to study because if I made the slightest noise it would piss him off. Things had slowed down between us in our bed. I found some texts from a study buddy when he was in law school. She was a very tall drop dead sexy black woman.

She was on Instagram and fucking snapchat, which Alexi found. The texts suggested that she was strongly after him. I confronted him and he said nothing had happened.

I asked him why he had not stopped it. He didn't say anything and I would not break the eye contact between us and he looked away. I got in front of him and stared at him and said, "What was it did you fuck her?"

"No, it was a blow job."

"How many?"

"Months"

I wasn't going to cry, I was supporting us.

"I said, just leave now."

"It was just sex."

"Well fuck you Mr. almost a lawyer, it'll just be a divorce."

"Bush Kornfeld will love to be copied when you're served."

"Stop it Vicki."

"No, I'm not stupid you've been fucking her and she's posting on your Instagram."

"Just leave, I'm paying for this condo and I signed loan documents and my name is on the deed. You have thirty minutes to get your shit out of here."

"I don't have a car."

"I'll call your mommy."

And I walked into the bathroom locking it and I called Barb.

"Hi Barb," and before I could say something, she said, "I'm sorry."

That really pissed me off. Who the fuck didn't know.

"Come over and get his shit out of my place, you've got thirty minutes."

'"Counselling?"

"This has been going on for a long time, year or so. He's in love with her. You knew about it and didn't give a shit about it to even think of helping me or our marriage. I get it right, you could have some full on n----r grandkids. So why don't you fuck off bitch, and hung up."

I called my mom and she picked up immediately and said, "Oh honey, "I interrupted and said you knew too?"

"We didn't know what to do?"

"Did you forget that I'm your daughter?"

"We thought he'd grow out of it."

"How long?"

Silence.

"How long, you fucking cunt?"

"Over a year."

"You're dead to me," and I hung up."

I left the bathroom and Jamall was standing there. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a huge steel spatula.

"Jamaal, you've been fucking he for over a year. Once you passed the bar association your plan was to divorce me. See this spatula, I'm going to start slapping my face and rip my shirt, "

I ripped my shirt and smacked my tits both of them, then my face and cut myself on my eyebrow.

I dialed 911 and started screaming and crying and said my husband Jamaal Jones is attacking me, ow don't, "smack, smack, " oh no that hurts, I'm bleeding, not my tits, too,".

I ripped out the bar from my nipple and there was blood everywhere.

I rushed up to him and hugged him and there was now blood all over his clothes.

"Ma'am are you there?, I hung up.

I turned around and went into the bathroom and blocked phone numbers for both Jamaal and both moms."

I smeared blood all over my face. I heard the door being beat down.

"Mrs. Johnson?"

"I'm in here."

"It's ok, we detained your husband, please come out."

I came out and their mouth's dropped open, I'd made a mess out of my nipple and there was blood everywhere. One of the cops, a woman, talked into the mike on her shoulder and said, "We need paramedics and transport."

I walked downstairs and onto the sidewalk and there was a Television Van, and a reporter from the Seattle Times. I turned off my phone and turned so my bloody tit was clear for the cameras.

They brought me to the University of Washington Hospital. I texted Harlan and said I was in the emergency room at the University of Washington Hospital. My husband had attacked me when I told him I was divorcing him. Help.

There was a missed call from my dad. I texted him and said, "I'm on the news at eleven," and then blocked him.

I'd been there about twenty minutes and there was a call and it was Jamaal's lover and she said, "I never meant to break up your marriage."

I said, "No thank you, you did me a favor. There are no kids. It's just me. I'll survive. He'll cheat on you too."

I hung up on her and blocked her."

Then there was a hand on my shoulder and it was Harlan and I leaned into him and started sobbing. He held me and patted me. The surgery had finished.

Just then two of Seattle's finest, came in, detectives and looked at Harlan then me. The shorter of the two, looked at Harlan and said, "Who are you?"

I'm her attorney, Harlan Humphrey of Stokes Lawrence," and handed him his business card.

"Why does she need an attorney?"

"She works for our firm, it's a matter of us taking care of our own. Isn't that what you do detective?"

"What happened?"

"I confronted him about having an affair and he admitted he'd been fucking the bitch for over a year. I called our parents and everyone knew about it except me. I told him I was going to divorce him and he freaked."

"He said you did it to yourself?"

I pulled my top off and my body was bruised and there was a huge bandage on one of my nipples and the other one still had the bar in. There was dried blood everywhere.

He said, "What's going on there," Pointing to my bandaged tit.

"I tried to run away to the bathroom and he grabbed for me and he ripped out this, "I said pointing at the titanium bar in my exposed tit.

"It bled a lot. He hit me over and over again with this steel spatula, on my tits, body and face," I noticed the other cop was a woman she put her harm on his shoulder.

"Do you need help, "she said, "We can get you to a shelter tonight before you can change your locks."

I said, "I'd like that, I have nowhere to go," turning towards Harlan and saying,

"Thank you for coming."

I pulled on my sweatshirt which was covered in blood. As we left the ER towards their car, a reporter yelled and asked if they were taking me to jail.

The female detective, said, "No, a woman's shelter."

All I could hear were the high speed cameras running. The horrific reality of abuse as we arrived at the shelter in Ballard made me feel shame for what I'd done. I would just have to live with it. I had given the fucker everything and all I dreamed about was our children and I had nothing but a tiny condo and a thirty four year old SUV. My family had completely betrayed me and I was broke and my tit was a mess.

I hoped to hell he did time. Fuck him.

The gave me a cup of apple sauce and a bottle of water. I'd missed dinner. Was I the asshole here now? The fucker had skated through raindrops so far and almost did it again.

The video from outside the condo and leaving the hospital and getting to the battered woman's shelter had gone viral. It was on MSNBC, CNN and Fox News, local stations too.

Fox News blamed me and said it was a wife's duty to endure a cheater and beat down.. Elon Musk weighed in on Twitter and said I was destroying Western

civilization.

Pretty much everyone else was shocked at the carnage.

I turned my phone on and called an Uber driver and he took me to the Condo. Someone had fixed the door. There was a notice of a restraining order against Jamaal on the door.

I went inside and locked the door. I took my rags off and took a shower. I put some sweats on and laid down on our bed, but I literally jumped off the bed and I knew immediately they'd fucked in that bed the whole time, motherfuckers. I pulled it off the box springs and drug it through the rooms.

Got the front door open and struggled to get it through the door and then slid it down the corridor and finally pushed it down the stairs to the ground floor. There were double doors and got it through those and out and lugged it back to the dumpster and I was huffing and puffing and I turned around and there was my mom by the front door and I walked towards her.

I got about five feet away and she opened her arms as if we were going to hug it out. I stopped and said, "This is how it's going to be. All of you fuckers betrayed me for well over a year. That fucking bitch called me and said she never meant to betray me, the just fell in love. His mom knew that you did too.

She started to talk and I held my hand up and yelled at her, "Just fucking stop, now. Of all the mothers in all human history you did this. I got to ask this, were you fucking him too?"

"You're utterly dead to me. Just think of it like this, you killed me."

I looked at her hard and said, "For fuck's sake, you did fuck him didn't you."

I left her there.

End part one.

Coming soon Being divorced and getting laid.