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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 5


I needed a snort of that coke and I had it before I even left the
driveway, promptly backing into our mailbox two minutes later, and
that made me laugh and swear and try it again. That pill hadn't been
enough. Two pills and a hit of coke, now two hits, it wasn't enough.
Not for a day like the one I was having and I wasn't in a mood for
more family court in my kitchen.

"Fuck him." I shook my head, driving slowly because I knew I was
fucked up.

I went to Gary's house, but it was dark and empty, like he'd said it
would be and I frowned. I wanted to be with someone who didn't care.
Who didn't have a family. Who could just help me relax, and thinking
all that, it made me wonder why I'd thought of Gary. I wanted him to
have sex with me, probably. I frowned at that thought too. Gary was an
asshole. I hated him. So why had I come to his place? Because he'd
give me more coke and then have sex with me, call me a whore and
humiliate me and not give a shit about my problems. 

The only other place I had to go was the first place I would have
gone, if I were in my right mind. I drove to Stacy's because that's
what best friends are for. If I couldn't fuck my drug dealer's cock,
I'd cry on my best friend's shoulder. It was all the same, right? I
giggled at that. Fucking and crying, what was the difference? I did
them both at the same time nowadays. I could afford to take another
pill anyway, because Stacy would have some. She took them too,
although I didn't now why. Her life was perfect compared to mine.

Maybe perfection is its own form of hell. That was another funny
thought and I started thinking I was clever as that pill dissolved
slowly in my tummy. I'd be in a fine mood once I got to Stacy's condo.
Too fine for crying, those pills were great. I just wished they lasted
longer. After more than a month of taking them, it seemed like they
weren't as strong as they'd been in the beginning. I wondered briefly
if Gary was giving me the right ones, but no, they were the same
pills. It was just that my life was more stressed now. That was what
it was, I was sure of it. Too much stress for one little pill, or even
two.

"Gina?" Stacy opened the door with a curious smile.

"Hi." I made a little face. "Bad time?"

"What? No...Come on in, what's wrong?" Stacy let me into her place and
it was comfortable, if a little small. But it was just her and her cat
anyway, the occasional boyfriend maybe.

She was an attractive woman, my own age, but looking five years
younger. Stacy hadn't given birth to three kids either though, and
that was a big plus in her favor, even though most people wouldn't
guess that I was a mother at first glance. At least not if I was
dressed nicely and made up a bit more than I usually was, otherwise I
had to admit I did look like the middle-aged soccer mom I was. 

Not Stacy though. She was tall, maybe five ten or so, an inch or two
taller than me anyway, her hair was dark brown, but she had some red
in it, giving her an auburn look that went well with the woman's green
eyes and wonderful skin tone. She looked like she had an early summer
tan, not brown, but getting there, and I'd envied that about her,
because I'm so pale by comparison. Stacy's body was firm and she had
the luxury of being single, so she could afford the time it took to
stay in shape. I was blessed with good genes and a frantic pace, which
combined to keep me fit and trim.

I told her the whole story over a glass of white wine, which was
setting me off, much like that the tequila had the night previously.
Those little green pills didn't like alcohol very much, or liked it
too well perhaps. Either way, by the time my crying was done, along
with my wine, I was feeling very little pain at all.

"Let's go out tonight." Stacy suggested. "Drink, dance, and throw our
worries away."

"Heh." I giggled and rolled my eyes. "I was out last night, remember?"

"So? There's no rule says you can't have fun two nights in a row."

"Ohhhh...Little do you know!" I grinned. "That is a new rule, one of
Jack's."

"Really?" Stacy laughed. "Well...Rules were meant to be broken, then."

"Nah, I shouldn't." I shook my head, fighting for sanity. "I need to
get home and see my kids."

"Oh, they're not going anywhere." Stacy waved that idea away. "Come
on, we'll just have a little fun. I'll have you home by midnight."

"I'm not even dressed for it!" I laughed. 

"I have clothes! Don't worry, we'll fix you up."

"You're a bad influence, Stace." I surrendered with a sigh.

"I know." She wrinkled her nose at me.

Stacy did have a lot of clothes too and we were close enough to the
same sizes that I did alright shopping her closet. I wore a pair of
pink short shorts, of all things, and I laughed as I buttoned them
closed, turning this way and that in front of the fashion mirror
attached to the back of Stacy's bedroom door.

"God! Look me, I have a butt!" I grinned and my ass was nice and I
knew it, but usually I had to hide it away under soccer mom clothes.

"You have some legs too!" Stacy grinned and she was going for a modest
black skirt and matching top, decorated with scarlet roses around her
full breasts.

"Yeah." I nodded. "Amazing."

I wore a white halter top, a nice one though, showing some good
cleavage and just a hint of dark nipple as a bra was wasted beneath
it. I borrowed Stacy's makeup and brushed my blonde hair, pulling it
back in a loose ponytail and I actually looked twenty-five again, or
maybe twenty-six. A college grad student, that's what I looked like,
and it was a real contrast from my almost whorish appearance the night
before. I looked almost innocent.

"Hmmm...The boys are gonna love you, Gina." Stacy decided and I laughed,
giving her a shake of my head.

"We're not looking for boys, okay?" I said.

"Right, sure." Stacy agreed happily. "Men only!"

"What? No! Not men either." I laughed. "I'm married."

"Oh, leave your rings here...Or just the wedding band, leave your
engagement ring on. Guys like that."

"What?" I rolled my eyes.

"I swear, if they think you're getting married, they're desperate to
fuck you." Stacy giggled. "Well, they're desperate anyway, but you
know what I mean."

"No, I don't." I shook my head. "I don't wanna know either. I'll leave
my rings on."

"Suit yourself." Stacy shrugged. "Did you wear them last night?"

"I didn't do anything last night." I said. "I was a good girl."

"Uh-huh." It was Stacy's turn to roll her eyes.

"I swear! Come on." I frowned. "Are we going or not?"

"Oh, now I'm holding you back?" Stacy laughed at me. "Yeah, we're
going."

Stacy drove and I just sat back, enjoying the ride, enjoying my buzz.
She drove a sports car, a little red corvette, and that reminded me of
Jack suddenly. I frowned, feeling a sting of guilt inside me and I
wondered what I was doing. I loved him, I knew that. I hadn't been
acting like it though, nor had I been feeling it for some reason. All
I'd been able to see lately were his faults and I looked for reasons
to blame him for whatever it was that was bothering me at any given
moment. 

I knew that and I understood it, but not the reasons why and so I
didn't know how to change it. Going out with Stacy though, that wasn't
going to change anything. I was suddenly filled with love for the man
and that was probably the drugs and wine, but it felt real. It felt
like it used to and my heart ached. I wanted to tell Stacy to take us
back home, or just to take me home. I looked good and I could make
Jack feel good, like he deserved. That's what would change me; get me
out of this weird emotional funk I was in regarding my husband.
Spending more time with him.

But we were already downtown, already at the dance club and I blinked
with some surprise as I realized Stacy had brought me to the same club
that Gary had the night previous. I swallowed hard and felt a little
paranoid for some reason, like I was revisiting the scene of a crime,
begging to get caught, and I wondered if my best friend had brought me
her for any specific reason. Like maybe Stacy knew what I'd been up
to, but that was ridiculous and I pushed it away with a forced smile.

"Have you been here before?" I asked Stacy.

"Hmmm? Oh yeah, all the time." She smiled back. "It's my favorite."

"Oh." I shrugged at that and the valet was opening my door.

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The club was exactly as I remembered, like I'd never left, except I
was with Stacy now instead of Gary. Her intentions, obviously, were to
get picked up by a guy and while I'd been unwilling to admit the same,
just the fact that I was there was proof of my own willingness to
cheat on my husband. Still, I was pretending like I wasn't interested
and even telling myself that same thing, working hard to rationalize
what I was doing. I was just keeping Stacy company, that's all. I was
just having fun, nothing more. I was just having a little drink and
watching people dance. I wasn't up to no good. I wasn't looking to
hook up with a strange man for a one night stand. I was just there.

I was lying to myself so well that I even believed it for a little
while, sitting alone while Stacy danced with a couple different men.
I'd turned down three offers and one of those guys had been a serious
hunk, making my knees knock under the table. But I'd remembered my
husband, seriously, and told them all thanks, but no thanks. I was
feeling quite proud of myself by then and thinking I'd finally found
the answer. After tonight, I'd go home and love my husband again.
Everything would be fine, if I could just stay high all the time.

"Hi, you're sitting all alone!" A fourth man appeared, setting a drink
down in front of me, a White Russian, I thought.

"Hey, yeah...Um..." I was ready to say goodbye, even though he was very
decent looking, in a Clark Kent sort of way. Like Superman with
glasses.

"We should dance, come on." He had a great smile too. Perfect teeth.

"Oh, no." I shook my head and gave him my best apologetic smile. "I'm
uh, waiting for someone. I don't want to dance."

"Okay, well..." He shrugged, bending at the waist so we didn't have to
talk quite so loud over the throbbing music. "...How about a little blow
then?"

"Excuse me?" I widened my eyes at the guy, wondering who he thought he
was, asking me for a blowjob like that.

"Huh? A little coke?" He said, not understanding why I was so shocked.
"You want to do a some with me?"

"Oh." I gasped, finding my breath again. I blinked rapidly and felt my
face turning a little red. "I thought you meant...Oh, yeah...Never mind
what I thought!"

"What?" He chuckled and he smiled real big as he caught up. "Oh no! No...
God! I wasn't...Can we start again?"

"Yeah, maybe." I nodded and we were both embarrassed.

"I'm Lance." He put out his well manicured hand. "Would you like to
dance with me?"

"Hi. I'm Gina and no, thank you. I don't really want to dance." I
giggled.

"Okay." He rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb, putting his
mouth close to my ear. "Would you like to snort some cocaine with me,
Gina?"

"Uh..." I hadn't decided on that yet. I wanted to say no, I really did,
but God! A hit of coke would feel so good right then.

"Come on, we have a booth, we can do some." He promised. "Nobody will
see."

He was tugging gently at my fingers, coaxing me to my feet and I
shrugged and smiled, standing up slowly and leaving my purse along
with my drinks at the table. Stacy's stuff was there anyway.

"Okay." I agreed. "Just a little."

He led me towards the wall, where the booths were, and he had two
friends, twenty something guys like Lance. They were half drunk and
smiling, making room for us and I ended up in the middle of course.
Lance to my left and Derek on my right, he was blonde and blue and
smelled like peppermint for some reason. On the other side of him was
Ron, a tall well built black guy and he was bald, which looked
surprisingly good. I'd never met a bald guy before.

"Yeah, now we're having a party!" Ron grinned at me and I smiled.
Lance was getting his coke out and that was all I was really
interested in.

"You're married, huh?" Derek asked me, gesturing at my left hand.

"Yeah." I smiled. "Married."

"Cool." He nodded. "Where's your husband?"

"Oh..." I giggled nervously and I didn't really want to be reminded of
him just then. "He's watching the kids."

"Kids too?" Derek laughed.

"Shit, that's a cool old man you got." Ron chuckled, leaning over his
friend. "Let a woman like you out of his sight."

"Oh, yeah." I shrugged, not knowing what to say.

"Here you go, just turn a little..." Lance was saying and he was using a
small metal tin, an Altoids box with several short lines inside it. 

He gave me a rolled up hundred, probably wanting to impress me and it
was taped that way, like it was his permanent coke straw. That made me
smile and I turned away from the club, bending over like I'd lost
something in the cushions, and I did the two lines real quickly.

"Ummm..." I blinked rapidly, rubbing my nose with my thumb and sniffing.

"Good huh?" Lance grinned and I felt every hair on my body suddenly
standing on end as that coke hit me.

"She likes it." Derek said with a smile and his left hand was on my
right thigh, stroking me slowly, sliding way up the inside because
those shorts were extremely short.

"Here, take a hit on this now." Ron insisted and he was holding a
glass to my mouth, reaching across Derek.

"Head back..." Lance grinned as he put his coke away.

I had no idea what was going on. That coke hammered my brain and I
just tilted my head and let Ron pour into my open mouth. It was vodka,
like a double shot flavored with pepper and I had a real mouthful,
swallowing hard and then gasping as it burned all the way down.

"Good huh?" Ron asked. "That's real Stoli there."

"Shit, that stuff's for wimps." Derek scoffed. "Try this one..."

"Wha...Ommphh..." He was pouring another drink between my lips, his other
hand lifting gently at the bottom of my chin so I'd look up.

"Quervo Gold all the way from Mexico!" Derek told me as I gulped it
down.

"Oh God..." I opened my mouth wide, breathing because it almost hurt,
that alcohol burning all the way down to my tummy.

"Here, try mine..." Lance said and I was shaking my head, feeling like I
was on a merry-go-round. I flashed hot and cold and a violent shiver
went up my spine.

"Open up, Gina..." Derek insisted and I found myself swallowing a double
shot of Bacardi Dark, spilling half of it as I tried to swallow while
Lance poured.

"Oh, she made a mess!" Lance said and I felt his hand on my halter,
stained now with rum, and he massaged my left tit gently.

"No...That's enough...Oh, God." I breathed.

I looked around and I was in a daze. The guys were talking to me, all
of them at once it seemed like and I couldn't understand what they
were saying. Derek was playing with my leg while Lance was working my
tit in his hand. Even Ron was touching me, leaning over so he could
feel my bare stomach beneath my top, working his black fingers along
the waistband of my shorts.

"I'm fucked up." I said seriously and they thought that was pretty
funny.

I looked around for Stacy, but I couldn't find her. I wanted to get my
purse too, but we were going the wrong way, I realized. Why were we
going the wrong way? Why were we going anywhere? I wanted to ask and
maybe I did ask, I can't remember. The coke and the green I'd
swallowed a few hours before, the drinks...A glass of wine. A rum and
coke with Stacy that I'd been nursing. Then double shots of vodka,
tequila and rum? Was that right? No wonder I was a mess. I was
laughing, trying to tell those guys I shouldn't drink. I should go
home.

"I'm married." I said at one point, I think when Lance was opening the
door to the hotel room, but maybe it was before that, or after that.

I was laughing; laying on the bed and watching Ron tug my shorts down
my legs. They seemed very long, like ten feet long and he was so far
away. I laughed and watched him and then I couldn't see him anymore.
All I could see was a big cock standing out stiffly with a pair of
hairy balls swinging beneath it. Someone, Lance, was straddling my
head as I lay there, bringing his cock to my mouth and urging me to
open up for him.

He had it in his hand and he slapped my closed lips with it, hot and
heavy, thumping on my chin and mouth, like he was knocking on the
door. I did open, smiling and thinking this was so weird. I wasn't
gonna do any of this. I wanted to go home and see my husband. I wanted
to love him, but I was here and I didn't even know where here was, or
how I'd gotten there. It had to be a dream, but it was so real. I
almost didn't want to wake up.

"Oh yeah...Gina...Suck it, baby..." Lance groaned as he pushed his average
sized cock into my mouth. It wasn't large or small, just average and I
took most of him before I ran out of room.

"Mmmphhh..." I moaned around the dick in my mouth as I felt something
big and hard and very thick pushing into my sex.

I didn't know who that was until I heard Derek urging Ron to fuck me
good. He felt huge and I reached down, between my wide spread thighs
to feel the shaft of his black cock. It really was huge, I thought. I
couldn't see it, but I could feel it, and how long it might be I had
no idea, but the man's girth was incredible.

He was making me jerk and wriggle my ass, trying to get comfortable as
that cock split me wide open. I could feel my pussy protesting him,
struggling to stretch around the man. I wasn't very wet either and it
hurt a little, my pussy being rubbed raw it seemed as I was much too
sensitive to anything right then. I grew moist quickly though and as
it began to feel better I started sucking Lance the way he wanted me
too. My cunt was stretched now, opened wide and getting juicy. Ron's
precum was flowing to ease his passage and I found myself enjoying it
finally. I moved my legs, wrapping them around the man I couldn't see,
locking my ankles at the small of his back and pulling him harder into
me.

I washed Lance's cock eagerly now, finding myself suddenly aroused by
what was happening to me. My heart had already been beating fast, but
now it was like a freight train speeding down a mountain, driving drug
and alcohol filled blood to my feverish brain. I had my hands on
Lance's ass, feeling him smooth and warm, squeezing his round muscular
cheeks and pulling his cockhead into my throat as I opened for him.
His balls settled against my chin and he groaned with delight, holding
his cock deep while I felt his pubes tickly my flattened nose.

A moment later I felt the third guy, Derek, taking my right hand away
from his friend and putting it on his hard cock as he knelt nearby. I
wrapped my fingers around it, squeezing him and jerking the man off
slowly while I fucked and sucked his two friends. Time meant very
little then and things blurred together. I had no control over what we
were doing. I was like a blow up sex doll for all the willpower I had.
Whatever the three men wanted to do with me I accepted without any
complaint whatsoever.

Ron came inside me, stabbing his cock so far into my stretched cunt
that I felt him punch my cervix, like a fist in the gut, driving the
air out of me and making me shudder with an orgasm brought on by the
pain as much as the pleasure. I'd never been fucked like that in my
life and it really did hurt, but I was so full of other feelings that
it hardly mattered and the pain was gone as quickly as it had come.
All I could feel after that was the black guy's hot sperm filling the
depths of my pussy as he held himself deep, ejaculating with loud
pleasure into a married white woman.

"Shit, I made a mess in there!" Ron was laughing. "She was tight too,
that husband of hers must have a little dick."

"Or maybe she doesn't like to fuck him." Derek was laughing too and a
moment later I felt his cock inside me. 

He was smaller, but it still felt good. Like getting a nice massage on
the inside of my sore pussy, that cock of his working Ron's thick
sperm around inside me and that was a special feeling all of its own.
I was going to cum again just from that and I was getting seriously
mouth fucked by Lance just then. He was leaned over me, his cock
pointing down as I looked up, keeping my lips in a tight round O for
him as he just moved his dick in and out of my mouth. I'd tickle him
with my tongue and I was stroking his thighs with my fingernails, but
all he was doing was using my face to get off. 

Lance came hard and long, filling my mouth with several hard spurts
before pulling out so he could finish himself on my flushed cheeks. I
swallowed his slightly bitter semen while the man jerked himself off,
painting my face white with his creamy spend. It stung my eyes and
went up nose, some of it, and a lot was in my mouth, but mostly it was
just everywhere. Lance had cum a lot and when he was finished he used
his cock to shovel it into my open mouth, wiping his shaft and
cockhead across my skin and watching me swallow whatever I could get
between my lips.

Ron took Lance's place a short while later, after they'd moved me so I
was on my hands and knees on the bed. Derek was fucking me from behind
and Ron sat down in front of me, presenting me with a cock that was
pretty big. Not huge like I'd imagined, but certainly bigger than
anyone else I'd ever fucked. Thick too, more than the length, it was
the thickness of that black cock that I'd really felt. My fingers
wouldn't go all the way around it and I hard to stretch my lips wide
just to get the swollen head and a few inches more into my mouth. 

"Check out this ass, man." Derek was saying behind me.

I felt him spreading the pale cheeks of my butt wide and I felt some
discomfort there. I'd tried anal sex for the first time in my life the
night before and the delicate tissue been torn up down there, I knew.
I'd been bleeding from it inside and the guys could tell as they
laughed at my raw red asshole.

"This bitch likes it up the ass, huh?" Lance chuckled and I started to
lift my head, because even high as I was right then, I didn't want
anything up my butt!

"Don't stop, wifey." Ron told me, putting his hands on my head and
keeping my face impaled on his thick black cock. "Keep sucking me off,
yeah I bet your husband's missing this tonight, huh?"

"Mmphhh..." I moaned in protest as I felt a finger being pushed against
my anus, forcing my tender sphincter to open up and let it in.

I rocked my hips, trying to tell them no, but Lance and Derek took it
as an invitation and I felt Derek pulling out of me, the guys moving
like they were playing musical chairs or something.

"Yeah, get underneath." Derek was saying. "I'll do her ass."

I pushed against the bed with my hands, determined to get my mouth off
that cock and say something, but it was useless. I wasn't strong
enough and maybe all that fight was just in my head anyway. I couldn't
trust my body at all and what I wanted and what I was doing were two
different things it seemed like.

Lance was beneath me and they moved my body so that I could ride his
once again stiff cock. I felt him sliding easily into my well-fucked
hole and that was pretty good. I gave up even the idea of resistance
at that point, working instead to make Ron's cock throb under my
tongue as I concentrated on the smooth glans. I rode Lance for a few
minutes like that, grinding my cunt down and around him, and then I
felt another set of hands holding my hips, wanting me to be still.

That was Derek, suddenly forcing his slippery cock inside my asshole
and I groaned loudly, making muffled sounds of pain as he stretched my
already wounded ass around him. I jerked and struggled briefly, but I
was caught between those three men, all of them big and strong and
determined to fuck me all at once. Lance's cock was buried to the hilt
in my cunt and after a minute of steady pressure, Derek was balls deep
in my asshole, my rectum burning then with the pain of being stretched
once more.

They started fucking me together slowly, working in tandem to find a
rhythm that would feel best for all of them and in truth, it felt
pretty good for me too, despite the pain. I was stuffed full of cock
now, taking three men at once in all of my holes like a real whore and
my fuzzy brain seemed to relish the idea. I was completely full, doing
three guys and they knew it. That was the real kick inside. They knew
what a slut I was, a married woman taking three strangers like that.

I was fucked up, yeah, and they'd fed me coke and drinks on purpose,
just to get me into their hotel room, but I'd gone to that club in the
first place. I'd gone looking for it, or something not so different.
That's what those guys were thinking and that knowledge was what
turned me on the most. I was cumming, through the pain and pleasure
and humiliation I felt, I was cumming hard while those men used me and
that seemed like the biggest betrayal of all. My husband wasn't ever
going to forgive me for this.

They all came inside me at least three times each. Ron didn't try and
fuck my ass though, for which I was grateful. He just wanted to dump
his load in my pussy, especially after he made me confess that I
wasn't protected. He thought that was seriously funny. Derek and Lance
both came in my pussy as well, and both of them in my ass and mouth. I
was worn out and bruised and sore all over by the time they were done
with me. I had marks on my shoulders especially from where someone had
been holding me, Lance I think, while he fucked my ass. He'd been
digging his fingers into me hard.

My breasts had love bites on them, especially around my nipples. Dark
hickeys that Ron had given me while I rode his big cock. He'd bitten
and chewed my skin, deliberately marking me so my husband would know,
and those wouldn't go away for days, maybe a week. My asshole was
bleeding again. I stumbled into the bathroom and wiped my ass with
some tissue and it came away streaked with pink floating in the dirty
semen. I was coming down though and I had no idea what time it was. I
took a shower, Derek joining me and determined to fuck me one last
time, but he took too long and wouldn't cum and finally gave up with a
disappointed laugh.

I got dressed slowly, while the guys watched me, talking between
themselves like they'd just conquered the world. They weren't talking
to me at all and I was humiliated by then. I wasn't so high anymore
and I knew what I'd done. I felt like crying and I wanted a pill
desperately. That was what I needed, but I didn't even have my purse.
All I had was my shoes, panties, shorts, and a halter top stained with
rum. I didn't even have a hairbrush.


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end of chapter 05
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