Milk for the Ice Cream Man

Nabiki was sitting on one of the stools in front of the ice cream restaurant’s counter she had her elbows resting on. The middle-aged man who owned it was sucking on one 40H boob while squeezing and unsqueezing the other and pulling at its nipple. His rough treatment grew with his frustration. And his scraggly beard must have poked and scratched. Nabiki was fighting off winces and groans, but still she remained dry, unwilling to give milk.

Ranma was standing to the side, studying what was happening. He wasn’t feeling a sense of revenge; or any sexual arousal. Instead, I was feeling how he was trying to emphasize with his nemesis, attempting to put himself in her place. He knew this would be him in a few short days when his girl-half could be legally used. “Why don’t you just give up and give the guy your milk.”

“Because I don’t have to. The Law of Free Use only requires me to let guys release their fluids in or on me, it doesn’t say I have to release any of mine.”

Ranma nodded, mulling what she had said. “The match between the genders is rigged in the guys’ favor. The girls’ve already lost if they just accept it.”

“This girl, at least.” Nabiki took some napkins from a dispenser and wiped the drool that was about to reach her mini skirt. “Each girl deals with the Fix differently.” The man switched boobs, suckling on her right while trying to pump milk out of her left. She had more napkins ready. “I take it you’re finally getting serious about becoming legal. Am I being a role model?”

Ranma blushed at being caught but answered only with a shrug.

“Whatever works for you. Me, this is how I’m going to deal with this.” She knocked a napkin dispenser off the counter before grabbing his shoulders. She then raised her legs around the owner’s middle-aged spread. Her feet didn’t come close to touching, but she had enough on him to lift her ass off the stool.

The ice cream man’s mouth came off her boob with a groan of strain. He returned the feeling by squeezing harder on her left boob. Nabiki, however, pushed herself, and so him, away from the counter. Her ass had only air beneath it as she swung from him. For a moment, the man stood.

He, then, his back hurting, surrendered to gravity, and Nabiki rode him to the floor. His middle-aged heart beating, his face red from both arousal and exertion, panting and sweating, she gently directed his eyes towards hers. “Paizuri?”

His aches, pains, and frustrations forgotten, he quickly brought himself up to straddle her. As so many legally allowed to have sex, he was wearing no pants, so his somewhat hard dick immediately found its place in the valley of her globes.

Nabiki casually placed her left hand between her head and the floor. “Ranma, could you hand me my bag?” While Ranma was getting the purse with the long shoulder strap, I heard her say to the shop owner, “Well? You had no problem handling my boobs before. Do you want to fuck my boobs or not?”

When Ranma returned, the middle-aged man was threatening to injure his already abused back out as he put what energy he had into humping the “hole” he had made by pushing together Nabiki’s boobs. Her 40H boobs hid most of the guy’s average-sized cock from my view. I wanted to gaze at how little his hands made dents in her magicked globes as they pressed in on them. Ranma, though, was paying attention to her muscle control. The man may not of known - and Nabiki wouldn’t have wanted him to know - that she was lightly massaging the balls over her diaphragm, both directly and through her breathing. It was hard to see, but beneath her massive mammaries, Ranma’s trained sense picked up on her also subtly using her pectoral muscles. Her technique was something the martial artist could get excited about. It certainly wasn’t the sex. Did he ever become erect?

Nabiki took her phone from her purse. After pushing an app, she held up the stopwatch that filled the screen. “Three minutes! Cum in three minutes and I’ll spray you with milk!”

If I thought the man might throw his back out before, I was more convinced of it now. He became reckless in all but his determination to keep his cock rubbing inside Nabiki’s bosom. His sweat rained down on her; his pants blow on her locks. She talked over his grunts, moans, and groans. “Here’s a lesson for you, Ranma. No charge. Consider it an Introductory Offer. The more times a guy has cum in his life, the longer it can take for him to cum. He becomes jaded. And a stop-owning geezer like this has plenty of customers to cum in all day, every day. To speed things up, they need incentives.”

The “Geezer” must have considered her lesson a compliment as she had no sooner finished speaking and he shot his load. The single ropy strand ejaculated out onto her throat, upper chest, with some rolling back to join the cum that had remained on the insides and tops of her boobs.

The middle-aged man was spent, ready to fall away from her body and join Nabiki on the floor. But the Ice Queen wasn’t going to allow that. “You want milk? It’s a serve-yourself diary section.” She put her phone down and placed that hand between her head and the floor as well. The napkin dispenser was by her, ready for her to clean herself up after he was done.

Struggling to stay interested, he put his sore arms to work against squeezing her too-firm-for-his-comfort globes. But true to her promise, the thin, white liquid squirted from her nipples. It was a stream that seldom broke into droplets, even the that escaping from her areolas seemed to more magically fountain rather than dribble. The milk only came out, though, when he was pressing against her boobs, so he had to continue to muscle it out. His job didn’t allow him much exercise, and he had been a little too rough in trying to force the milk from her minutes ago.

When he bent over to suckle, in his fatigue he miscalculated and received a face-full of her milk. Latching onto her nipple, he nursed in long drafts. I saw his cheeks get bigger as he filled his mouth with her nutrition. I also saw the milk from the other boob being splashed against the side of his face when he forgot that he didn’t need to squeeze that one. His face and upper shirt were becoming thoroughly wet. The smell of mother’s milk filled the air around him.

After a few gulps of Nabiki’s “generous” supply, he finally had had enough. He, at last, allowed himself to topple down onto the floor, to rest and recover from his cum and middle-aged exertions. It was only then that I realized that the man had been saying things all along during our time in his restaurant. But since Nabiki and Ranma had been ignoring him as much as they could, I guess, I, too, had ignored what he had to say. What I heard was, “I like cow’s milk better.” Burn! He had been well-aware of Nabiki’s attitude towards him. He was, after all, a geezer.