Read Part 1 [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wh15pr/a_brief_interlude_pt_1_of_9_f27f29_lactation/).
Amy came back around the corner with a glass filled with ice chips in one hand, a lighter in the other, and the candles tucked between her breasts and held aloft by her arm. She awkwardly set the assortment on the vanity and looked at Sam with a grin “Did you squirt *milk* on me?”
“Yeah, I-sorry.” Sam returned, looking down and rubbing the back of her neck. “I guess I got carried away.”
“I didn’t know you could do that!” Amy responded enthusiastically, “that’s hot as fuck! Hey, have you ever done temperature play? Ooh, or been tied up?” she asked, the normal sing-songy cadence of her voice still somewhat muffled by hoarseness. She scooped some ice chips out of the cup and gingerly popped them into her mouth.
“Yeah, I’ve played with ice a little, on my own, at least,” Sam admitted. “Oh, is that what the candles are for?”
Amy grinned back at her by way of an answer. “First, though, let’s get you tied up.”
Amy walked over to her dresser once more and began pulling out yard after yard of red rope about the size of Sam’s thumb. Sam had no idea how much rope Amy had, but she was convinced her friend was some kind of magician pulling out more than could possibly fit in such a space. Finally Amy had it all out and grabbed one end of it. Amy reached around the side of the dresser and began loosening another rope, black this time, from a heavy duty anchor on the wall. Sam saw something descending from the corner of her eye – what looked like two gymnastic rings hooked to the same black rope were lowering from somewhere near the ceiling as Amy released more and more of the cord. Finally they were at a point that Amy deemed appropriate, hanging several feet above the bed, and Amy tied the rope off again onto the anchor.
Amy grabbed another handful of ice cubes and popped one into her mouth, then another into Sam’s unexpecting mouth. The ice felt cool and refreshing and the sudden temperature shock set the hairs on her arms and neck on end. Amy traced Sam’s lips delicately and gazed happily into her eyes before pulling her hand back and beginning to wrap rope around Samantha. Samantha knew she would have no possibility of keeping track of the intricate twists and turns of the rope, only that it wrapped tightly around each of her breasts, tying them off just enough to turn slightly red from the constriction, and another rope went between her legs and Amy had made sure it rested atop Sam’s clit by careful and thorough examination. Sam also noticed that the rope had formed an intricate pentagram above her breasts. Her arms were tied together too tightly to free herself behind her back and her ankles were tied together though she was still able to move her legs and hop around a bit; a sensation she soon regretted as gravity’s cruel pull on her bound breasts exacerbated the feeling of constriction, causing them to ache for a moment before her brain took over and turned the pain into pleasure.
After what Sam estimated to be about 20 minutes Amy finally stood back and reviewed her work. Sam was certainly not going anywhere fast, and it was quite clear to her that this wasn’t the first time Amy had done this particular trick with the ropes. After a final few adjustments Amy guided Sam to lie down on her stomach upon the bed. She then grabbed two industrial looking steel carabiners out of her dresser and lowered the rings until they were just above Sam’s back. She tied off the rope again before striding back to Sam with the metal in hand and deftly hooked them through the ropes and clicked them onto the rings, one between her shoulder blades and the other just at the small of her back. Amy tested the ropes constraining her one more time before standing back and grinning widely at her. Sam knew that she was about to be hauled into the air and that there was literally nothing she could do at this point to stop it. She squirmed against her bonds all the same, making a small show of resistance, which added a gleeful glint to the smile in Amy’s eyes.
Amy finally strode back to the anchor in the wall and braced herself as she grabbed the rope firmly in one hand and began to untie it with the other. Sam felt the cold hard steel of the rings touch her back for a moment before she felt them pulled away just as the ropes all around her stiffened in resistant inertia. Finally she felt a tinge of shock and the slight sensation of her stomach dropping out beneath her as Amy pulled her up toward the ceiling. Slowly she raised as Amy’s taught athletic body tensed and strained, showing off her impressive biceps and the hint of a six pack, along with the long, sinewy muscles of her hips and the bulge of her toned calves. Sam was momentarily struck with jealousy before her eyes fell on Amy’s flexing ass, which pushed all other thoughts out of her mind and caused her to involuntarily bite her lip. *Damn what I wouldn’t give to get a handful of that right now.* Another jolt pulled her from her reverie and Sam realized she was now hanging nearly three feet off the bed and Amy was tying the black cord back to the wall anchor.
“How are you feeling, Sammy?” Amy asked.
“Exhilarated, a little scared, and thirsty,” Sam admitted, “this is definitely the first time I’ve ever done something this wild. I feel like I’m bungee jumping or something” she laughed. Amy’s silver bell laughter tolled with hers as she stooped low to catch her breath.
“Sorry, just a minute” Amy apologized, “I usually do this to myself and I get a lot more momentum on my side that way.”
Sam wondered in awe at the idea of Amy managing to do this all on her own. “Teach me Ames” she said, “I want to return the favor someday.”
Amy smiled. “Of course, hon. But first…” she let the end of that thought trail off as she adjusted her strapon and lubed it up lewdly, leaving Sam to fill in the blanks.
Apparently satisfied with her preparations, Amy popped one more ice chip in her mouth, set down her bottle of lube, and grabbed the lighter and a candle. She strode over to where Sam was suspended above the bed and laid the candle and lighter onto her back, using her as a table. “Don’t let them fall now” she warned around the ice.
Sam felt first Amy’s hands gripping her thighs and pulling her slightly back, then Amy’s nose pressed past her temple folds. She gasped in shock as Amy pushed the ice chip up into her slit, gently running it up and down her lips until she felt it pressed into her clit. The cold shocked her and she involuntarily tried to squeeze away from the sensation as her skin erupted into goosebumps.
“Ahhhughnn” Sam moaned as she felt the candle on her back start to roll slightly and steadied herself. Now that Amy had found her button she gently rocked the ice chip back and forth over it, flicking it with her tongue as it reached the extremes of either side, until it quickly melted away. At once Sam was thankful for the relief and saddened by its disappearance.
Amy then rose to her feet and, grabbing Sam’s ass on either side, lined her strapon up with her tight hole. “Are you ready for me, Sammy?” Amy purred, gripping and releasing each handful of Sam’s full figured ass.
“MmmHmm,” Sam responded through a bitten lower lip, “give it to me, Amy. I want you inside me.”
Sam felt as Amy’s faux-cock parted her folds and rubbed up and down her slit. The ridged head and veined shaft delighting her lips and teasing at her button. Then, gently and smoothly as a dream, Amy pulled back and pressed the cock against her hole. There was some resistance due to her legs being firmly tied together but Amy gradually increased the pressure until all at once Sam’s insides were bulging with the weight of her cock. Her legs being pressed together had the effect of making anything penetrating her feel twice as big as it was, and the strapon was already large by her standards. It hurt for a moment, but that only urged her masochism on and added to the appeal. Her slit gushed and soon enough the natural lubricant and her relaxing folds allowed Amy to start to gently thrust in and out. Each thrust pushed Sam a little further in the air, and she squirmed against her bonds.
Amy kept her grip on Sam’s ass as her strapon pressed against, then into, her beautiful friend. Ten years of hidden need and secret desire were pounding against her mind, urging her to take her friend like a mindless beast, but she held back, gripping to the idea that she wanted to make this the best fuck Sam had ever had. She was able to start sawing back and forth within her friend’s hole, and built up the motion until it threatened to rock the candle and lighter off of her back. She held steady at that pace for an agonizing eternity, feeling the strapon press into her own mound with each hilting thrust, building up an undeniable heat in her pussy and nipples. Sam had begun to let out involuntary moans with each thrust in, and Amy met them with her own with each hilting of the cock. Slowly and steadily she worked until she estimated that Sam could take no more. Only then did she reach for the candle with her right hand and place it sticking straight out and forward from her mouth, like a bright red cigar. She followed this by grabbing the lighter and setting the wick of the candle ablaze, then tossing it at roughly the foot of the bed. She resumed her two handed grip of her friend’s supple ass and kept up her steady rhythm as she waited for the first droplet of wax to fall. She knew it had immediately as Sam’s whole body tensed once again, momentarily halting her gentle swing back and forth as she gripped Amy’s cock tightly enough to hold herself still.
Sam drew in a quick hissing breath as she felt the drop of lava splatter on the small of her back before cooling to a slightly stiff sensation a moment later. She realized that the fucking had stopped and it took her a moment to understand it was because she was gripping onto Amy’s strapon so hard with her kegels that she was essentially holding her entire body still by the pussy. With a force of will she relaxed her grip, even as the second drop of liquid fire splattered next to the first, this time leaving a slightly more manageable pain before it, too, rapidly dissipated. By the time the fourth drop had splattered onto her she had loosened her grip enough to allow Amy to continue fucking her sensative hole, plunging her faux cock deep into her womb. She adjusted to the drops of wax gradually and by maybe the twentieth she found the warmth to be comforting and soothing, the pain to bypass most of her notice and translate directly into pressure, and her apprehension between each droplet morphed into eagerness. She found herself shifting her inner muscles to grip and release the shaft penetrating her temple, timing it so that the momentum of it swung her further forward and back on the taut ropes, resulting in more and more forceful penetration. Her nipples were engorged with trapped blood and ached with their hardness. Her clit felt an electric jolt with each drop and thrust, one that was spider webbing out throughout her further and further each time. She realized that she had been making decidedly un-ladylike sounds, moaning loudly for the world to hear, as she involuntarily vocalized her pleasure. All embarrassment from this realization was banished from her mind by the wax that continued to drop and Amy’s cock that continued to plunge into her and rock her body back and forth.
Amy could sense that her friend was drawing close to orgasm and gently upped the speed of her thrusting. Sam was rocking back and forth from her with each slam of her pelvis into her friend’s thighs, sending delicious ripples across her ass and her faux cock deep into her core. She felt the heat in her own clit and pussy emanating throughout her body, causing her toes to curl and her grip to become twice as fierce. She could hold on at this point until she had driven Sam into orgasmic bliss, and she sensed it would not be long now before they reached that point. Sam had been loudly moaning with each slap of their skin beating upon each other and each drip and drop of the wax, now splattering as high as Sam’s shoulder blades and as low as to fall just into the crack of her ass. Sam’s back was an abstract expressionist masterpiece of deep caramel skin and red wax splatters, and Amy was struck by the thought that she would love nothing more than to cover every inch of her walls in pictures of this artistic magnum opus. Her toes were now gripping and ungripping the sheets on her bed without her permission, and she realized that Sam had started to hold her breath. She held her own and redoubled her thrusting, pushing Sam higher and higher with each thrust, causing some of the wax to fall onto her own stomach and groin, a sensation she adored. She gripped Sam’s ass tightly with her left hand and released with her right, drawing it now down to her own pussy as she started to rapidly tease at her needy clit. She released the pent up breath and could swear she saw it as steam around the candle.
“Cum for me, Sammy” she breathed around the candle.
Sam was at her limits, swinging back and forth at the mercy of Amy’s thrusts and the spatter of the wax. Every time Amy thrust into her on the downswing it sent her ass and legs rippling, which in turn pulsed through her lower lips and down into her clit. She wanted this to last forever, and she wanted to cum now as hard as she ever had in her life. She gripped and ungripped the little amounts of rope she could touch with her bound hands and felt as her toes did the same, scrabbling for purchase among the sheets. The pressure had built into an excruciating point and she felt her face flush red due to the breath she didn’t know she had been holding. A drop of wax teased at her chocolate kiss as the most forceful thrust yet sent delicious ripples through her clit as she heard Amy’s command and she released, the electricity breaking free to flow from her clit and nipples out throughout her body, teasing at the back of her neck and down her spine, into the ends of her fingers and toes. She felt it as power in each of her muscles and she tried to scream in pleasure but found her voice paralyzed, trapping her face into a silent O shape as her eyes kept scrunched shut as hard as possible. Her legs quaked with spasming force and she thrust her bound legs back, between Amy’s spread legs, and gripped her ass with her heels, holding Amy’s cock penetrated as deeply as possible, just kissing the entrance to her cervix. She shook against it, each spasm sending new waves of sensation throughout her as they pushed her against the strapon. Her nipples released their iron grip on her milk and it sprayed in thin streams down onto Amy’s bed and feet. Finally her voice came and she shouted Amy’s name in a lusty deep groan.
The instant that Sam began to cum Amy’s thrusts grew ragged and her teasing at her clit turned into a desperate rapid rub. Each time she slammed into Sam her fingers pressed flat against her pussy, but they found their place again instantly and returned to work. When she heard Sam groaning her name it was the final push she needed and she bucked involuntarily as the heat that had been building in her core erupted throughout her and splashed hot liquid pleasure through every nerve in her body. She grabbed Sam’s ass tightly with her left hand and pulled her down as far as she would go on her cock, imagining the feeling of splashing her insides with her ecstasy. She shuddered and the muscles throughout her body tensed and untensed at random. She just managed to grab the candle before she lost control of her jaw and she let the last few moments of her slamming orgasm out as a soul deep calling of Sam’s name.
They remained there for a moment, relishing in the afterglow and aftershocks of their explosive orgasms, milk still streaming down from Sam’s stubborn breasts, her pussy gripping and ungripping Amy’s faux cock again and again.
“I can’t believe I didn’t realize that I wanted you sooner, Amy. All the fun we could have been having.” Sam lamented at last.
Amy smiled and returned “I always hoped you would come around, and we will have to make up for a lot of lost time” she grinned and gave Sam’s ass a hard, playful slap.
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