be pleased," Amanda confirmed, already pining for the cool numbness of the coke.
Rich nodded and smiled again before stepping across the expansive 'red room' of the master bedroom that he shared with Barb. It had to have been Barb's idea, Amanda thought, to paint the entire room a dark red crimson color. It was lavishly furnished with everything you'd expect to find in an upscale bedroom, but Amanda was barely able to process it as her attention pulled her to the attached master bathroom and Rich tapping his own vial of coke onto the countertop.
Rich tapped his black vial against the gold-flecked bronze marble until a rather heaping pile of white powder had accumulated. He pulled open a drawer and extracted a razor blade and a glass straw next, placing the straw next to the coke as he began separating it into several thick lines. In all, the mound of cocaine had been split into 5 healthy rows of a few inches and Amanda was practically salivating.
"Ladies first," Rich smiled, holding the glass straw in Amanda's direction.
She was more nervous than she expected to be as her hand visibly trembled as she took the clear, glass tube from Rich. She stepped up to the counter and breathed deeply, focusing in on the first of the rows closest to her. She bent gingerly at the waist and over the counter, angling the straw in her right nostril with her right hand and steadying it toward the line with her left. After she'd properly adjusted her angle of attack, she snorted for all she was worth as she traced the disappearing powder to its end.
The numbness splashed across the back of her throat and coated her sinuses before a shockwave of pleasure shot through her central nervous system like a bolt of lightning. Amanda surmised that this coke was far stronger, or at least purer, than the previous stuff her mother had given her. It propelled her to switch nostrils and go after the next line immediately, her previously trembling hand now shaking in jittery excitement.
She bent over the counter again, this time with the glass straw positioned in her left nostril and angled herself toward the next fat line of white powder. As quickly and efficiently as the last time she suctioned every granule of the gleaming white line up her nose with glee. She was starting to see why her mother was spending every spare moment of her free time hoovering this stuff up and a pang of jealousy nibbled at her subconscious.
"Pretty good?" Rich chuckled from his vantage a few feet behind her.
"It's fucking awesome," Amanda practically moaned.
That elicited another hearty belly laugh from Rich who seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.
"Here, have some sips of my whiskey while I take a crack at it, you've probably got a nice drip going," he mused, handing Amanda his half-full tumbler of dark brown liquid, and replacing it with the glass straw.
"The drip, yeah, I didn't know it had a name but that definitely makes sense," she replied, noticing her sinuses dripping a cool, numbing sensation onto the back of her throat.
As Rich snorted his way through the next two lines, Amanda relieved the slightly uncomfortable feeling of 'the drip' with small, tasty sips on his whiskey. By the time he was done, she'd downed most of it and was feeling utterly fantastic.
"You want the last line?" Rich offered, extending the hand holding the glass straw in Amanda's direction.
She didn't even respond--instead just accepting the straw and stepping back up toward the countertop in anticipation.
As she bent over and focused on the line of coke that was about to disappear up her nose, she was faintly aware of rustling sounds coming from behind her where Rich was standing. As she finished her line and spun around, it became immediately apparent what the sounds had been.
Rich was standing and staring at her with his fly unbuttoned and his giant cock slicing through the slit in his boxers menacingly. It was only partially erect but even still Amanda was utterly amazed at the size and girth of it as it presented itself so brazenly before her. Along the top of his phallus was a hastily drawn line of white powder that beckoned to her as her neglected left nostril cried out for the same attention that her right nostril had just received in the form of a thick line of coke. The significance of the odd number of lines had now revealed itself to her in that moment and she silently appreciated the hustle.
"One more for the road?" Rich teased, his intoxicant blunted brain operating more on instinct than reason.
Amanda smiled carnivorously, the flames of her innate attraction to older men being stoked to an inferno and being further fueled by the accelerant of the coke and alcohol swimming through her bloodstream. Without a word she dropped to her knees and carefully snorted the coke from his ever growing erection. Once she was satisfied, she dropped the straw and took his length into her hand, giving it a few pumps for good measure.
Amanda wrapped her lips around the head of Rich's massive penis and snuck her tongue out and around to entice him. A soft sigh escaped his throat as the warm sensation of her tongue exploring his length sent ripples of ecstasy through him. Amanda had never attempted to suck a cock this large and if she weren't so wasted, she might have felt a tremor of intimidation instead of the hungry desire that had welled up inside of her instead.
She began working the massive rod into her mouth and toward the back of her numb and tingling throat. It occurred to her that the coke might assist her in subduing her gag reflex and she tested it by taking Rich tonsil deep. When she was satisfied that she wasn't going to yak all over his expensive slacks, she let her throat relax and accept him deeper and deeper until she could feel the head of his cock press against the very back of her lower throat.
At this point, it wasn't his length or her gag reflex proving to be the limiting factor, it was simply the natural curve of her neck. Even still, she worked Rich's cock vigorously--bobbing on his length until no more than a couple of inches remained, and she was satisfied. Amanda paid little attention to the drool leaking from her mouth uncontrollably as she sucked and slurped like a woman possessed. There was something about the cocaine that had supercharged her already powerful libido to unprecedented heights. Coupled with an older man's giant cock at her disposal--she was positively rabid.
Rich had leaned back and jutted his pelvis out toward his best friend's 18-year-old daughter as she deepthroated his bulging cock mercilessly. He had known her since she was in pre-school, he remembered when she was a mere infant of infinite innocence and fragility--and now he had his cock stuffed balls deep down her throat. The strangeness of the moment did nothing to dampen the feelings of pleasure that washed over him in waves. It was at that moment that he knew he had to have her tight little cunt squeezed around his dick.
"Stand up sweetheart," he purred, encouraging Amanda to begrudgingly relinquish her throat's encapsulation of his meat stick.
She didn't need direction--she had taken plenty of cock standing up and pressed against or over something to know the next move intimately. Hiking her tight aquamarine dress up above her thick thighs and ass required a lot of jiggling and shaking of her hips--which she knew must've had Rich practically salivating as she watched his eyes bore into her through the reflection in the mirror. She couldn't see his cock in the mirror that stopped at his mid-belly, but she knew that it was rigid and prepared to tear her up in the best possible way.
Fucking her father and her father's best friend in the same day was definitely something Amanda never expected to accomplish--although she admitted to herself that it felt devilishly satisfying to be mere moments from doing exactly that. She peered at Rich through the reflection in the mirror and opened her mouth in lust-filled anticipation of his engorged member filling the deepest regions of her quivering hole.
"Don't make too much noise honey, we don't want any special attention," Rich cautioned as he stepped forward and took his position directly behind the thick, meaty ass of the 18-year-old woman he'd watched progress from diapers to thongs before his very eyes.
Amanda smiled in response but as soon as the head of Rich's cock parted the lips of her welcoming labia it became apparent to her that keeping herself quiet was going to be quite a challenge. As each inch of his enormity continued to enter her tight, young hole a new threshold was broken. Each time it felt like she couldn't possibly get any more stretched and filled the relentless pressure of Rich's measured thrust tested and broke that theory.
Just as Amanda reached her limit of pain, pleasure, and indescribable fullness the hilt of Rich's pelvis pressed itself against the meaty cheeks of her ass.
