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Mother's Little Helper
Copyright 2007 Evil Little Sister Heavy Industries all rights
reserved. Intended for Adults Only.
Story Codes: M/F, Cheat, Reluctant/coercion, Interracial,
Prostitution, Drugs


Mother's Little Helper
Fiction by Evil Little Sister

Part One - Chapter 2


"Hey Gina." Gary smiled when he opened his door. 

"Uh, hi." I said and this time I didn't have Jilly, thank God. That
helped a lot, but I was still very nervous.

"Come on in." He said. "How you doing?"

"I'm good." I nodded. "Uh, great...Except I'm out of pills, those, um,
greens."

"Already?" He chuckled. "Here, sit down...Come on, it's okay."

I let him guide me onto his sofa and Gary sat down next to me. His
television was still on, still on the Discovery channel and I wondered
if he ever turned it off, or changed the channels. The room was nice
though, a typical living room, you know. Book case, furniture, an
aquarium bubbling away, it was dark in there though. The drapes were
closed and the table lamps turned on, but that gave the room a warm
glow anyway and this was a secret. It made me feel better for some
reason, being in the dark like that.

"You look a little frazzled." He told me and I looked at him.

"I do?" I wasn't sure if I felt mad or just embarrassed.

"A little." He smiled.

"I uh, usually I take one in the morning, but..." I cleared my throat.

"Ah, a little green cup of coffee, right." He nodded like it was
perfectly reasonable to take drugs five minutes after I brushed my
teeth.

"But, I'm out." I said, like maybe he hadn't heard me before.

"Yeah, okay." He nodded. "Look, um, I got something..." 

He was reaching for a ceramic box sitting on the glass topped coffee
table in front of us. It looked like something a child would make,
kind of lopsided and painted yellow with blue flowers on it. He lifted
the lid and pulled out a little baggie.

"What's that?" I asked him, frowning suddenly because it looked like
real drugs. Not pills that a doctor would give you, medicine like
those greens; this was something white and powdery and I didn't like
it very much.

"A little something to jump start you, okay?" He smiled, opening the
bag while I watched.

"I don't..." I licked my lips, shaking my head. "...I just want some more
pills, okay?"

"Hmmm...I'm not sure if I have any more greens." Gary said sadly.

"W-What?" I blinked at him.

"I'll have to see, but let's do some of this first, okay?" He spoke
gently. "After you try this, I'm sure you'll feel better."

"But I can't...Where's the pills?" My heart was thumping and I couldn't
breathe. He couldn't be out! I had stuff to do, I had things to take
care of. I needed those pills.

"Shhh...This is better than those pills, trust me." He smiled. He was
pouring some of the powder out onto the glass and reaching into the
ceramic box for a razorblade, making lines of the stuff.

"I don't...I don't do...that sort of thing." I said. "What is it?"

"It's just a little coke." He said. "Come on, it's free anyway. No
charge. You're gonna feel like a million dollars."

"Please, no...I can't do it...I have kids. Jilly is at day care and..." I
glanced at my watch and when I looked back up Gary was holding a short
straw in his fingers.

"You like the pills, right?" He asked me. "You need some? I'll get you
some...After we do this, okay?"

"You promise?" I asked and his hazel eyes smiled into mine.

"I promise, Gina." He put the straw in my hand and his right arm went
around my shoulders and I frowned at that, not liking the sudden
closeness of it. I didn't want him touching me, but I didn't stop him.

I looked at the lines, two of them, long and thin and waiting for me.
He was holding me, his hand gripping my shoulder, pushing me down a
little, not really forcing me so much as encouraging me. I looked at
him and then back down and if this was the only way to get my pills...

I snorted the first line, doing it quickly, inhaling sharply so that
the white powder went deep in my nose, into my nasal cavity and it
stung a little, which surprised me and I jerked and pinched my nose. I
think I had little tears in my eyes.

"The other one, do it up quick now." He said and his face was close to
mine as we hunched over the table.

I did it, just like he wanted, taking the other line in my other
nostril, sniffing it up deeply and wincing at the strange sensation
and then I sat back up sort of catching my breath, wishing my heart
would slow down. 

Then it hit me, all at once, a huge rush of...Something. I blinked
rapidly and I could taste something in the back of my mouth. My skin
seemed to grow cold, so cold it was hot and I giggled. I wasn't dizzy,
not exactly, just giddy and light headed and my blood was rushing hot
through my veins. I was high, floating and full of energy and I could
feel everything. Smell and see and hear everything in the world it
seemed like.

"Better?" Gary asked and he was rubbing my body and it felt good,
really good. 

I was smiling and nodding and I wondered why I'd been so worried, that
stuff was like the pills except better, like all at once instead of a
little a time, which makes no sense, but it's true and he was rubbing
my shoulders and his mouth was so close, his breath in my ear. It was
hot and humid and tickling me and when I turned my flushed face to
tell the man to stop I found him kissing me instead.

"Mmmphh..." I widened my eyes and felt his hand on my breasts, squeezing
me and I didn't know what we were doing.

I should have been stopping him. I was married, some part of me said,
and the rest of me thought that was pretty funny. I was married and
sitting in the house of a drug dealer snorting cocaine. Oh that was
funny as hell. His tongue was in my mouth and I was sucking it, I
realized. I didn't want to, but I was doing it anyway and I pushed
myself against his hand as it cupped my left tit, squeezing me through
my blouse and bra, working my body hard, like hurting me because he
was really squeezing hard then.

It didn't hurt and I was kissing him back, chasing his tongue inside
his mouth and then I stopped. Pushing myself away. My head was on fire
and I licked my lips, knowing I was fucked up. That cocaine was
messing me up inside. I shook my head, giggling and telling Gary no. I
was married. I love my husband. I love my kids. But then he was
kissing me again and I forgot all that somehow. I was hot for it, my
pussy was trembling with excitement and my nipples were hard and
burning, aching for freedom and a kiss, a bite, a lick.

"Down...Lie down..." Gary was pushing me and I wasn't fighting him. 

I was laying down on his sofa, my feverish mind reeling beneath the
influence of those drugs he'd given me and even knowing that didn't
change anything. I was helpless and not horny...I wasn't desperate for
sex, or filled with uncontrollable lust. I was just unable to say no,
it seemed. I was enjoying it and I told myself it was okay. Just one
time, nobody would know. Gary was going to give me those pills and it
would be just another secret.

It was fun.

He pushed my skirt up and time seemed to go forwards and backwards, so
that sometimes it was like I was still sitting there, still holding
the straw and then I'd blink and see Gary's face above me, feeling his
cock inside me. I was pushing him away and giggling, or sitting there
on the sofa crying, or floating in the air and looking down at us. He
was fucking me and it felt good. He was telling me I was beautiful and
sexy and stabbing his hard cock inside me over and over. And somewhere
in there, towards the end, I finally started coming back down.

"Gary...Gary! Oh shit...Pull out!" I shook my head, staring up at him.
"God! What are we doing?"

"It's okay...This is good, Gina...Fuck you're hot." He was smiling at me,
pinning me down to his sofa with his swollen cock sliding in and out
of me quickly.

"No...Shit...God! Get off me! I'm not...I'm not protected..." I was fighting
him then, my senses returning, reality asserting itself brutally.

I was fucking another man. I'd never cheated on Jack, never. I'd never
wanted to and now this guy, this drug dealer that I only barely knew
was inside my pussy. Oh Jesus, what was I doing? Why had I done that
cocaine or whatever it was? I was insane. I was being raped! I pushed
and yelled at him and thankfully Gary did pull out, at the last
possible second and I froze, staring down at his fat prick as he
jerked himself off on my pussy.

He was spraying his hot sperm onto my sex, into the thin patch of
curling brown pubic hair, onto my hard little clit and my swollen
pussy lips, already glistening with the juices from our fuck. Now he
was adding his semen to the mix, spilling it all over my cheating
pussy like a big white stain. I felt tears filling my eyes and I
swallowed hard.

"Fuck...I knew you'd be good, Gina." Gary was smiling, finishing his
orgasm with some heavy slaps of his cockhead against the soft swell of
my pubic mound.

"You asshole." I breathed. "Why did you do that to me?"

"Shit, you did it to yourself." He laughed. "Pull up your panties,
I'll get your pills."

"Fuck you." I glared at him.

"Don't want them now?" He shrugged. "I only have twenty left, I know
Stacy wants more. I should save them for her anyway."

"No..." I closed my eyes tightly and I hated myself just then. 

Even after being raped by the man, I couldn't say no to those pills. I
was so weak, so lost. I told myself I had to have them though. If I
didn't get the pills, I'd been raped for nothing and that was somehow
worse to my corrupt mind.

"What? You do want them now?" He smiled and he knew and I didn't
bother to answer.

I pulled up my panties while he left the room to get my pills. I
didn't even clean myself up first. I just wanted to leave, to get my
pills and get out. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of
asking to use his bathroom, or even asking for a paper towel. That's
what he wanted, it seemed to me. Gary wanted me to be ashamed and
humiliated by what he'd done to me and I was going to prove to him
that it meant nothing. I didn't feel a thing.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Life goes on and I got over what had happened. It was like a dream
anyway. I hadn't been myself. I'd been on drugs, so it wasn't my
fault. That's what I told myself and so long as I could take one of
those pills every morning I was fine. My family was fine. My husband
was loving me again and this was the life I'd always imagined. I had
everything under control, all the time. I was a supermom and people
noticed and congratulated me on how well I looked, how happy I was.
Stacy knew my secret and she was happy for me too.

She didn't know what Gary had done to me though, and I didn't tell
her. I didn't tell her I was taking two pills every day either. I had
to. One wasn't enough for some reason and I thought maybe Gary had
given me some bad ones. It was good all morning, but after lunch, I
started losing it. I'd start getting nervous and the smallest thing
would make me sad or even angry. I would find myself yelling at Jilly,
making her cry and that made it worse.

I had to take a pill every afternoon. I had no choice anymore. But two
pills a day...

"There she is." Gary was happy to see me again and I frowned at him.

"I need some more." I said, stepping into his house without waiting
for an invitation.

"Come on in." He chuckled, closing the door behind me.

"I need more than twenty, though." I had a hundred dollar bill ready
and I held it up so he could see it. 

"Okay, sure." I got some just the other day, he nodded, but he wasn't
reaching for my money.

"Okay." I nodded, shrugging impatiently.

"Let's relax first, come on." Gary put a hand in the small of my back
and I pushed it away.

I'd dressed down deliberately, just for him. Old jeans and a heavy
sweater. Very little makeup and my blonde hair was pinned up. I hadn't
made much of an impression on the other mom's at Jilly's preschool,
but I didn't care.

"Just...Give me the pills, okay?" I sucked my lips.

"I will, but I gotta have something back." He told me and I narrowed
my eyes. "You know what I want."

"No." I shook my head.

"Oh, come on." Gary put his hand back on me, pushing me towards the
sofa. "I got some more of that good cola too. You liked that a lot. I
got more, I'll even give you some to take home."

"I don't want that stuff." I said.

"No charge, Gina." He said gently. "Not for you. You're my favorite
customer. Come on now, sit down for a minute."

"Gary...Please?" I begged him with my eyes. "I'm married, I've got three
kids."

"So?" He shrugged. "They don't have to know, do they? This is just our
deal, me and you."

We were sitting down and I frowned at that, not knowing how we'd
gotten there, it had just happened.

"I love my husband." I said. "I can't have sex with you."

"Sure, yeah." He nodded, stroking my back slowly. "You're such a good
wife, Gina. I admire that...It's hard being good. All you need is a
little help, right?"

"Yeah, just help me." I nodded, thinking maybe he understood me
finally. "I need the pills."

"I know. Here, just a little snort first." He said and I laughed,
shaking my head.

"No, no, no...Gary. Not again, okay?" I said. "I'll pay you more, how
about that? I have, um...Another twenty, okay? Three dollars a pill."

"No, the same price." Gary said. "But after we do some lines. I
promise, I won't do anything this time."

"You promise?" I stared at him. "You mean it?"

"Yeah, absolutely." He smiled, getting into his ceramic box again.

I didn't trust him but I had to have the pills. That cocaine hadn't
been so bad anyway, except for the sex part. Everything else, wow, it
had been pretty wonderful. Even the sex had been great, I had to
admit, until that stuff had worn off. I could do more of it, if he'd
leave me alone. I'd do some coke and get high and feel good, so long
as I could trust him. I had to trust him, he was my drug dealer.

I snorted two long lines and it was just as good as before, even
better in fact, because Gary kept his promise. He just touched me a
little and then only on my back and shoulders. I felt amazingly good,
ecstatic and full of life. Gary was being good, being trustworthy and
I was talking to him about my kids, of all things. I was telling him
about Amy and how she always wanted to argue over every little thing.
I told him about JJ and his soccer team and how proud I was of him.
And Jilly, my precious Angel, how she was so smart and already knew
her ABC's and everything. I was full of love, that's what the cocaine
did to me that day. It just swelled up my heart like a balloon and
everything I loved about my family was pouring out in a flood.

After it was over I just sat there, smiling happily and it was the
best experience of my life, I thought. I had no idea anything could
make me feel that good.

"Here now, see?" Gary stroked my hair, playing with the golden bun on
top of my head. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"No." I giggled. "Not bad at all."

"You take this with you, okay? There's two grams there, a little
more." He was giving me that little plastic bag.

"But...How much is it?" I asked, knowing that stuff was probably
expensive.

"Don't worry." He smiled. "It's a gift, remember? Let me get your
pills."

I stared at the baggy in my hand and it didn't weigh anything, but it
was heavy just the same. Cocaine. That was a real drug, not a pill. It
was illegal and bad and I'd be I so much trouble just for having it.
My good sense told me to leave it. I didn't need it, not like I needed
those greens. But did I want it? I'd liked that rush a lot. More than
a lot, I'd loved it and yeah, I wanted to feel it again. Coke. I was
using cocaine now and I shut my eyes tightly, telling myself to drop
it on the table and forget about it, but I put it in my purse instead.

"Here, I only have twenty five though, but I'll give them to you for
fifty." Gary smiled apologetically.

"Twenty five?" I did quick mental calculations, two weeks. "Okay, um,
yeah."

"Hey, Gina." Gary stopped me, grabbing my arm as I turned to leave.

"Huh?"

"Next time, can you dress a little nice for me?" He smiled. "Let your
hair down maybe? It's so pretty."

"Uh...I...I'll think about it." I shrugged and left quickly then.

I managed to get ten real good lines out of those two grams of coke. I
spread it out, doing two lines every few days, in the afternoons when
Jilly was taking her nap and I was alone. I always felt so good when I
did that stuff. God! Cocaine. It buzzed my brain like nothing else. It
made me numb and alive and dreamy and hyperactive all at once. It was
crazy and even after the real rush was gone, maybe thirty minutes or
so later, the euphoria stayed for another hour, maybe two hours, like
I was walking an inch or so above the floor.

Life was perfect for two weeks.

"I, um...Can I get more of that cocaine too?" I asked, clearing my
throat as I sat with Gary on his sofa.

"You like that stuff, huh?" He grinned at me and his fingers were
playing with my hair, which was long and silky and falling free across
my shoulders like he'd wanted.

"Yeah, it's...Good." I shrugged with a little self-conscious smile.

I crossed my legs, pulling my short skirt down to mid-thigh. I'd
dressed nicely, even sexily for Gary, because I wanted him to give me
more of that coke. It was wrong, I knew it, but I only had a little,
enough for those five afternoons over two full weeks. That wasn't a
lot. I wasn't hurting anyone with it. I was just feeling good and it
was helping my family. Like those green and white pills. They weren't
just for me; they were for Jack and the kids too. All of us were so
much happier now and I was in control, that was the best part. I'd
been afraid of that cocaine controlling me, but it wasn't like that at
all.

"Do you want to do some right now?" He asked and Gary wasn't waiting
for an answer and I felt a little shiver go up my spine.

"Yeah, okay." I licked my lips. "Um, just a little."

"A little is all we need, Gina." He said, getting his coke out.
"You're so beautiful today. I hardly recognize you."

"What? Oh...Thanks." I smiled, catching his eyes looking at me, and then
we both watched his hands.

"Here you go...That's it...Some good lines today." Gary handed me the
little straw and he had been generous, laying out two thick lines for
me and I nodded appreciatively.

He pulled my hair back in his hand, keeping it out of my face as I
bent over, snorting the first line quickly and it was a lot of coke, I
thought. Like twice as much as I'd been taking. I arched my back,
tilting my head and sniffing for a second before doing the other one.

"Oh shit!" I spasmed with electric pleasure as it hit me quick.

"Yeah, Gina...That's the good stuff..." Gary was whispering and his hand
was on my thigh, stroking up my leg as I sat back.

I was on another planet when the man spread my thighs and I just
grinned at me, watching the world through a kaleidoscope of shimmering
textures and colors and my mind was buzzing.

"Are you gonna fuck me?" I asked, because that was what I wanted for
some reason. 

"Do you want me to?" Gary asked, moving his hand up the inside of my
left thigh until his fingers could brush the tight crotch of my
panties. 

It made me jump and my pussy spasmed with excitement. I was shaking
and my hands were moving around, not doing anything, just fluttering
about uncontrollably like wounded birds. I giggled and my heart was
racing. He was going to do it and I didn't care. I didn't feel horny,
not like I did with my husband, I just felt...I wanted him to do it. Not
even to ask me, or tell me, or say anything. I felt like a thing and
that was so weird. I was a thing and I couldn't feel anything. My body
was numb and he was touching me, but it was someone else. Not me, not
really, and I just smiled while Gary pulled my panties down.

"Fuck, you're soaked...You're a slut, Gina...A coke, whore, huh?" He asked
and I giggled.

Gary pushed a finger inside me, twisting it around, working it in and
out slowly, getting his long thick digit wet with my juices. He pulled
it out and I moaned, just because that had felt super good. He brought
it to my mouth, running his wet fingertip over my closed lips,
painting them with my sex juices.

"Open up, slut...Come on...Suck my finger, you whore..." He coaxed me and I
smiled, relaxing my mouth and feeling Gary push his finger between my
lips, sliding it in and out of my mouth like a small cock.

"Ohhh...Fuck I'm high!" I giggled, tasting myself and licking my lips.

"Here...Try this..." Gary was freeing his cock and I watched him undoing
his trousers, pulling it out as he knelt on the sofa beside me.

"What are you doing?" I laughed, staring as he picked up his baggy,
tilting it and pouring a clumsy thin line along the top of his dick.
Six inches of coke laying there on his thick penis, threatening to
fall off and I thought that was crazy. Cock n coke, just for me.

"Do it up, baby...Snort it..." Gary urged me and I reached for the straw,
fighting to manage my fingers and make them work.

I started at the base of his cock, snorting hard up my nose and moving
the straw along his heavily veined shaft until I had that whole line
up my nose. Gary didn't even let me sniffle it up at the end, he
grabbed my head and pulled my mouth hard onto his cock as soon as I'd
finished. I groaned as his prick filled my mouth and I could taste the
coke I'd left behind, bitter like the snot running into the back of my
mouth from my nasal cavity.

He held my head in both hands, pushing with his hips, fucking my face
while the world spun around me. I felt like I was on fire, that coke
shooting through me like a rocket, exploding in my head with sirens
and flashing lights and a sudden sense that nothing was wrong with any
of this. The world was right and beautiful and I was sucking a man's
cock. Jack's cock? I didn't know for a second and then I did. 

My husband was working and that was his fault, I thought. Too bad for
him! I was giggling, making muffled noises as Gary urged me to take
all of him. His cockhead was battering at the entrance to my throat,
demanding entry and I swallowed and let him in. He pulled my face
against his body, my nose into his pubic hair, my chin against his
heavy balls. I was full of cock and I didn't mind at all.

"Oh, you bitch! Gina, you cunt...Suck it all...I'm going to cum..." Gary was
fucking my throat and it was starting to hurt, my delicate muscles
being forced to stretch around him over and over. 

My tongue felt swollen, my lips were bruised. I was holding onto him
then, my fingers digging into his thighs and I was fighting for air,
catching a breath when I could. It wasn't sex, it was just fucking,
just a man using my mouth and throat, raping me again. Okay, that was
okay. Rape me, I didn't care. I was full of chemicals, euphoric and
way past worrying about it. This was what I did for coke, that was
alright. I could trade this for that, I thought. We were alone and
someplace else, nobody would know, nobody would ever find out. I was
okay and I'd get some more coke and my little green pills. It was a
trade, that's all.

"Ahhh...Fuck! Eat it!" Gary pulled my mouth hard against him, his long
thick cock feeling like it was halfway to my tummy as he started
cumming finally.

I couldn't even taste him, I could only feel the odd sensation of his
prick pulsing in my throat, seeming to expand and contract rapidly as
his ejaculate flooded my belly. He held me until I was red faced and
crying, my eyes wet as I needed air desperately. I pushed against his
thighs and then hit his legs with my fists so that he'd finally let me
go. I fell back, panting for air, almost blacked out it seemed because
he had held me like that for so long.

"Listen to me..." Gary breathed and he was out of breath too.

"Huh?" I blinked at him, feeling dazed and drowsy even as my heart
hammered in my chest.

"Listen, Gina." Gary grabbed my chin, pulling my eyes to his. "I'm
gonna give you enough for a week, just a week at a time from now on.
You come here every Monday morning and I'll take care of you,
understand me?"

"Yeah...Yes...Okay." I nodded slowly. 

"You dress sexy too, every fuckin Monday. You come in here and we're
going to fuck, right?"

"What?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"So if you want protection, you bring it." He said. "Cause I'm not
gonna care."

"Bring what? I don't..." I was still trying to understand when Gary
pulled me to my feet and I didn't have any fight in me, there was
nothing in me but a numb, confused, little girl.

"Bend over, give me that cunt now." He pushed down on my shoulders and
I caught myself on the back of his sofa.

"G-Gary...No...We did it already..." I breathed.

"Shut-up, whore...You want my coke, this how you pay..." He pushed my
thighs apart and I was kneeling on the cushions, thinking I had to
stop him, but I was still buzzed and I needed my pills.

"Please...I can't...Ohhhh....Ummm..." I gasped and moaned as I felt his
cockhead splitting my pussy lips slowly.

He was hard again, fucking me from behind and God help me, it felt
good. I stared at the blank wall inches in front of my face, a big
empty snowfield and I could almost see my husband's face there. I was
fucking another man. I was letting him do it. I was letting Gary put
his cock in my pussy and I wasn't fighting him. I stared at my husband
while he watched me, his eyes looking deep into mine while another
man, a drug dealer, held my hips and rocked his penis in and out of my
womb.

"Come on! Fuck me back, Gina...You love it, don't lie..." Gary slapped my
ass and I gasped, rocking my hips like he wanted me to, pushing myself
against him.

I was doing it, just like he wanted and my clit was throbbing, being
rubbed raw by the length of Gary's prick as it worked itself in and
out of my overflowing cunt. I was soaked with juices, my pussy
clinging to the man, clasping his fat cock like I was starving for it.
I was fucking him back, there was no denying it, and when I felt the
man reach for my tits, grabbing my braless breasts through the thin
cotton of my blouse I groaned and that pleasure just burned away at my
sanity. 

"God! Fuck me! Fuck that cock in me!" I begged, closing my eyes
tightly and pushing against the wall with my hands.

I was shoving my ass back so I could feel that swollen cockhead
tickling the bottom of my sex. It was just there, at my cervix,
teasing me and making me wish he was half an inch longer, just so the
man would really bottom out in my cunt. Butterflies swarmed in my
belly and the euphoria of all that coke and all that sex was filling
my blood. I was higher than a kite and unreasonable in my desires and
expectations. This was a good thing, I was saying, ignoring the
nagging doubts that never went away completely. This was good, fucking
like this. I was a person. I was a woman. I was married, so what? I
was still free to do what I wanted.

"You don't own me!" I whispered, talking to my husband and knowing he
was watching me. "You don't own me, Jack. Fuck you! Fuck you, Jack!"

"Yeah, fuck him!" Gary chuckled and I hadn't realized he could hear
me, or that he was even there. All I knew was the cock inside me, the
hands on my tits.

"Fuck him!" I giggled. "Fuck me! Fuck...Oh God!"

I was cumming suddenly, with any warning at all, it just happened. I
was shaking like a leaf, my whole body wanting to curl up into a tight
little ball, but Gary wouldn't let me go. I was fighting him, but he
wouldn't stop fucking me and I was cumming like crazy all over his
thick manhood as it plunged into my fertile womb over and over. He was
fucking me so good, harder and faster now that he felt my cunt rocking
with lust. I dropped my head and cracked my skull on the wall and Gary
laughed, pulling me back and jamming his cock as far inside me as he
could when I felt it.

"Ohhhh fuck no!" I groaned, but I was still moving, still pushing back
against him. I wasn't trying to get away; I was trying to get him
deeper!

"Ahhhh...Fuck Yeah! Gina...Fuck...Take it, bitch!" He was cumming hard, his
cock shooting creamy sperm into the very heart of my being.

"Yesssss..." I hissed, grinding my ass against him, savoring the
experience of feeling a man spraying his potent jism right there,
right up against the soft pillow of my cervix. 

I came again, I couldn't help it and I was sobbing, literally, shaking
and whimpering beneath the raw pleasure. Beneath the delirious weight
of knowing that I was taking real sperm inside me. Not Jack's diluted
semen, but the real deal. It was in me and deep, penetrating that
sweet bottleneck and seeping into my unprotected uterus. I was cumming
because another man was impregnating me. My coked up head knew it,
like God was talking to me and I could hear his voice like moonlight
on a frozen pond. 

"You're fucked now!" Gary laughed and he wasn't pulling out. "Whose
cunt is this, whore?"

"What? Oh!...Yours..." I gasped, licking my lips and tasting bitter snot
and salty tears.

"Fuckin right." He breathed. You're my coke whore now, Gina."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Gary had given me fourteen pills, knowing I took two a day now because
he'd asked. He gave me a gram of coke too, charging me a hundred and
fifty for that, telling me that was cheap, that was at cost for him,
and I thanked him for it. 

"What's the matter mom?" JJ asked me and I looked at him.

"Huh?"

"Yeah, you're kinda out of it, mom." Amy grinned and I felt myself
blushing.

"Relax, you guys." Jack gave them a look. "Your mom's working hard
every day."

He was seeing something wrong with me too, but he wouldn't say
anything in front of the kids. Not at the dinner table and I could
barely sit there with them. I couldn't look at my husband, it hurt too
much. I'd washed Gary out of me as soon as I'd gotten home, but that
had been lunchtime. I'd carried his sperm in my cunt for two hours,
walking around with it, sitting in my skirt and feeling it leaking
into my panties. I'd picked up Jilly from her preschool, smelling of
raw sex and potent man cum.

I'd taken a bath, a long one and then a pill. I'd needed that really
bad because I'd let a man fuck me. I hadn't been raped. I'd been
drugged, yeah, because I'd wanted to be. I'd wanted the sex, maybe.
Did I? I didn't know. I'd dressed for it. I'd made myself pretty for
it. Was it just for the coke? Or for Gary? No, not for Gary. He was a
drug pusher and a criminal and an asshole. I hated him. I just wanted
his drugs, for my family. So I could take care of my husband and kids,
that's all. I needed the pills.

Did I need the coke? No, of course not, I told myself. So why had I
wanted it? Why had I used it without even getting a promise from Gary
not to touch me. I could have made him promise. I could have made him
be good, but I hadn't. I hadn't said a word. I'd just done up that
coke and let him use me. He'd fucked me like a whore. Like a slut.
He'd called me names and then he'd cum inside me. Deliberately, on
purpose. He'd been trying to knock me up and then he'd asked me who I
was and I'd told him. I was his whore, his cunt, his little bitch.

It was Jack's fault. I remembered that too and I hated him. My
husband. Where was he while I was with that other man? He was supposed
to protect me. He was supposed to know what was wrong and stop it. Why
didn't he? But that was crazy. That wasn't true. It wasn't his fault.
It was the coke, it was Gary, it was the pills. I should flush all
that stuff down the toilet. I should get rid of it and never see that
evil man again. I should call the police and report him and I should...
Oh God...

"Fuck me!" I moaned, riding my husband while he lay there, looking up
at me. 

He was happy to do it, eager in fact, and I was riding his cock hard,
but he was suspicious too. I'd taken him to bed as soon as dinner was
over, telling the kids to clean up the kitchen, to give Jilly a bath
and put her to bed. I'd taken Jack by the hand, led him upstairs
giggling and trying to be lighthearted about it, playful and cute. I
wanted to be his innocent wife, his faithful bride of sixteen years.
There wasn't anything wrong, I tried to tell him. I was just fine. I
loved him, only him, and I wanted to prove it. I wanted to make love
and have beautiful orgasms all over his cock while I told him how much
I loved him.

I was fucking my husband and I couldn't cum.

He was fucking me nicely, as much as I'd let him, lifting his hips,
driving his cock inside me. Jack played with tits the way I liked. He
thumbed my clit and kissed me deeply. He did everything he could to
bring me off while we fucked, and nothing was working. I didn't feel
it. I didn't feel good or bad. I was wet enough, but that was all, and
after about twenty minutes I wasn't even that wet anymore. I started
to go dry and I lost all interest in it. But I wanted to cum! I had to
cum! Gary had made me cum twice, three times maybe, and now I was with
my husband. The man I loved. Why wasn't I cumming?

He didn't cum either and I left him there, confused and looking after
me as I grabbed my purse and went into the bathroom, closing the door
and locking it. I turned on the shower and did two lines of coke. Not
for him, not for my kids. For me. I needed it. I snorted that stuff up
and it was better instantly. It was okay and I just got under the
water, reeling with the pleasure of feeling good about myself. It
wasn't my fault I couldn't cum. It was Jack's.

I could cum just fine and I jilled myself off in the shower, rubbing
my sex and cumming hard. I wasn't even thinking about anything. I was
just thinking about me and how none of this was my problem. I was
okay, see? I was feeling good and cumming and not crying. I had my
cums and I was still buzzing when I got back into bed and then I
fucked my husband again, over his protests and questions which I
ignored. I rubbed his cock and got him hard and then I took him inside
and I came then.

"We're okay." I smiled, kissing Jack's face and he was frowning, even
though he'd just spilled his dead semen inside me.

"What's going on, Gina?" He asked. "Just tell me, okay?"

"I don't know." I shrugged and nothing he could say was going to
bother me just then. "I'm just...Okay."

I couldn't sleep.

I lay there and couldn't sleep. I got up and watched television and I
couldn't sleep. I looked inside my refrigerator, but I wasn't hungry.
I tried to read a book, but I couldn't get through two pages before it
was boring me to death. I walked around the house like a ghost,
turning lights on and off. I looked through my wedding album.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Jack was shaking me and the sun was up.

"Oh." I blinked and I looked down, still holding that big white album
open in my lap. "Wow...I couldn't sleep."

"Okay, well. It's kind of late." Jack said. "I got the kids moving."

"Right, yeah." I smiled sheepishly and looked around. "Oh, breakfast,
okay."

"Is mommy okay?" I heard JJ asking and I felt a flash of anger and I
had to bite it back. I needed a pill to get me started.


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end of chapter 02
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