[Continued from here.]
I was concerned because V.D. had a fierce addictive personality. She did her stints with yay and heroin, and although those were well behind her, she still took bong rip after bong rip after bong rip. I was concerned, you heartless gits, because I feared that she was now addicted to cock, and she just hit the mother lode of it. Besides calling her a few times during the week, I would come back the following weekends after I had stormed out to ‘check up’ on her for lack of a better term. Some how she trusted me enough to divulge the depraved levels her and her new throng of fuck buddies had begun to stoop to. Here’s a free sample:
Within the first two weeks she fucked ten different players, and that does not include sucking cock. Her new found hockey stats were penis size and whether or not the player was circumcised. She received violent threats and public defamation from the other hockey groupies and girlfriends at the games. Basically her typical M.O. was this: She’d check out the hockey game on say, a Tuesday night. The team was mediocre and they would usually lose, then phone her up after changing out of their uniforms and showering together, and tell her to meet them over at the shitty condos that they all stayed in. She’d drive over there and meet up with whoever was the first player back. They’d go inside, she’d strip down to nothing but a pair of leather boots and kick the night off with a warm-up fuck. Another guy would get back, come in the room, ask to join in, and then he’d be fucking her as well. They would hi-five each other and drop game talk like ‘I’m going top shelf bro!’ when one of them plopped it in her ass. After those homojocks were spent, the rest of the team would be back. So she’d rinse off, suck a cock in the bathroom, leave there and suck another dick in the living room in front of whoever was there, including other players girlfriends, fuck another guy or two, and then claim her clothes and be out. This happened two or three times a week, in varying combinations.
I stopped by V.D.’s apartment after one of these ‘perfectly normal explorations of her sexuality’ the day after to a grim scene that would be played out time and time again. I let myself in and found her curled up in bed at two in the afternoon. There was an open bottle of Vicodin on the chest-o-drawers, and gobbed up wads of Kleenex littered the floor. It was obvious that she had been crying for hours. “V!” I’d say, “Look at what you’re doing to yourself sweetheart.” “I know I know” she’d squeak out, and then tell me how dirty she felt, and that she planned to “never ever ever talk to those guys ever again”. She’d tell me that some of the players were beginning to expect sex from her or she would over hear them laughing about what a filthy slut she was. When this happened, she would cut them off, thinking that she was in control. When they realized this they would openly address her as a worthless whore, after begging for some sex act just an hour or so prior. These oafs were dumb and depraved, but they also made a meager living taking punches to the face and falling on solid ice. Anyone of them could overpower her in an instant and rape her and love it, but no one would ever believe her because she was seen by both man and woman to be freely giving it away. She was in such a dangerous situation it was beyond comprehension. Add to the fact that she was waiting on STD results from Planned Parenthood and you could sort of understand why she was reduced to a such pitifully morbid pathetic mess.
But after all the swearing off and crying and kvetching, she’d just snap out of it. She’d collect herself, clean up after the pity party, and calmly state that she didn’t plan on seeing those guys–but– you see, right there’s the catch; she didn’t PLAN on it. Which means she’d have a dick in her ass by next Thursday. Realizing this, I opened an impassioned debate over her blatant path of self destruction while she prepared a bath. As I was going over the the finer points of STD transfer, I caught a brief whiff of a foul odor. A bit dazed, I continued anyway while she took off her robe and began to step into the tub and OOOF there it was again, that odor. ‘Oh my fucking God!’, I thought, ‘That can’t possibly be coming from her pussy.’ It Was!, you disbelieving pansies, It Was!! I was sure of it as soon as her snatch went underwater because the stench ceased. Ugggh that stench! I claimed that I was uncomfortable with her taking a bath in front of me and we’d talk later, that I had to go. On my way out, I found an address on a torn piece of paper on the little table with her car keys. It had to be Fucksquad Condos, so I copied the address and went the fuck home, pondering just what it takes to make a vagina smell that foul from four feet away.
Don’t even begin to think that I was taking any of this in stride either. I was a fucking mess myself. When someone you love is doing something like this, and its hacking your heart apart like Boy Scout kindling, there’s no escaping it. You go to bed thinking about it just to dream about it just to wake up thinking about it. The first thing that touches your lips in the morning is a fifth of Old Grand Dad. You are drunk always. You want to dive in front of subway trains and buses always. You envision V.D. getting tagged teamed right next to your Psych professor in the middle of a lecture, in which you’ve filled a thermos of cider with Grand Dad just to maintain. You even develop a non sexual fascination with gangbang porn. With all this said, life is worthless and you want to die, always.
But why not think about yourself, errr, myself and just leave this bitch alone? Because I care about her well being and who am I gonna turn to? Her Mom? ‘Yeah, uh, Mrs. D? I don’t know how to put this, but your daughter is taking mad cock in every orifice while you are hopefully asleep in your bedroom directly downstairs.’ Her brother? Her boss? Fuck you. This, in my temporarily insane mind, was all up to me. And I had their fucking address.
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Being straight edge as a kid is a great way to rebel against: puking, getting pregnant, and wrapping your parent’s car around a tree.
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wtf…dont nobody care bitch
06.19.09 at 10:37 am
I guess we’ll have to wait to find out what happened next in this imaginary world.
06.19.09 at 10:41 am
yo, how much does she want for that Vicodin?
06.19.09 at 10:45 am
You can’t help her. She’s caught in her own situation that she created. No matter what either one of you do,nothing is going to change the fact that she’s been filled out like an application multiple times.
If I were you,I’d let them have the worthless cum dumpster and get myself tested as well. Everything you do will just makes you look weak at this point.
It’s fucked up but somebody had to say it.
06.19.09 at 12:27 pm
oh, she’ll be fine. and this will be fodder for her fantasies, her mind sex files, every time she wants to get off from here on out. she’ll be fondly recalling this filth well into her golden years.
06.19.09 at 12:49 pm
Anonymous is right dude, you don’t mean shit to her. You need to get yourself right before fixing her broken ass even comes into your mind. She’ll say you’re still important to her but at this point it’s just misery loving company. Cut her loose if it’s still fucking you up this bad. The simple solution is to just start fucking someone else, you’ll be amazed how quickly you stop caring if the Hanson brothers are giving it to her six ways from Sunday.
06.19.09 at 12:50 pm
you are a blank wall of nothing to her, by the way, in case you were wondering. you make her chuckle when she thinks about you. you and your help.
06.19.09 at 12:50 pm
Fuck, this whole story is such a drag. Is there going to be another part of this?
06.19.09 at 1:24 pm
V.D. is like Larry Clarkâs Hep-C syringe that was passed around Tulsa in the ’70s.
06.19.09 at 2:45 pm
you don’t love her, you just want some control again. who gives a shit about the goons? show up at the sugar shack, sock her once in the eye, and leave without saying a word. delete her number, and don’t ever look back. that’s that, and that’s all that is.
06.19.09 at 3:11 pm
fact or fiction, this is entertaining shit.
06.19.09 at 4:01 pm
It is painful to see a guy care so much about a woman. You have to be dating/fucking about five at a time, always. This is an easy way to avoid this problem. Women are hormone controlled, random, erratic basket cases. Any man who’s happiness depends upon them is sure to be disappointed.
06.19.09 at 4:13 pm
The best fucking thing you could ever do is call her parents and tell them to go to the hockey team’s address while she’s fucking and sucking all of them. That would be hilarious. Get a camera and hide in the bushes and film the entire thing. Haha.
06.19.09 at 4:13 pm
Pics or it didn’t happen
06.19.09 at 7:27 pm
I beat off to the first part of this story at least 5 times. I’m going to get at least that millage out of this one.
06.20.09 at 3:00 am
i think you did the right thing trying to help her. most of you assholes still haven’t figured out there’s more to it all than sex.
06.20.09 at 5:00 pm
It’s ok.
But I find it more interesting when Gavin tell his stories while pretending to be a Nigger instead of an anonymous hick.
06.21.09 at 10:03 am
First of all: pathetic.
Secondly: how do you know her “M.O.” included such specifics as the homojocks saying “I’m going top shelf bro!” and pounding your poor slut girlfriend’s asshole? Either you’ve conflated your imagination with what you know actually went down, or she went into way more detail with you than would be believable. Either way, I draw the same conclusion as stated in my first point.
Third: Dude she is definitely just making this stuff up to try to make you dump her! She just wants out of your bullshit and is trying to make up some horrendous shit so you can’t help but ditch her and move on. She is unbelievably fed up with your pathetic whining and micromanaging.
06.21.09 at 9:20 pm
By the way, if I’m wrong and she really did pull all this shit, part 3 better reveal how you literally killed these guys or I’m going to say you have less balls than John Kruk.
06.21.09 at 9:22 pm
Patience, ‘you disbelieving pansies’…Patience…
06.21.09 at 9:36 pm
after reading the first part, i was on the fence about whether or not this is real, but now i know its total fiction.
06.23.09 at 4:07 am
She let them go ass to pussy and she has/had an infection. I hope she is dead/dies of it.
06.23.09 at 3:55 pm
I really don’t understand what he’s so upset about. Okay I do but why is mad at the hockey team? Shouldn’t he be more pissed at his bitch-whore cumdumpster of a girlfriend (by the way,she ceased being his girlfriend a long time ago)? This kind of thing should be expected of hockey players. It’s been the staple of bro behavior since the down of time. It’s like when Sigfreid got attacked by the tiger and ever one got made at the tiger for acting like a fucking tiger.
06.28.09 at 5:43 pm
Yo dawg. I heard yo girl was into dick. So we put some dick into her mouf,pussy and ass so she can get fucked while she’s getting fucked.
06.30.09 at 1:46 pm
You even develop a non sexual fascination with gangbang porn.
ha! like when my ex couldn’t get enough of trannies.
i hear you sister
09.08.09 at 6:16 pm