The Lanerian Project part 03 – Enter the Milk Man - by Libero

Mike watched from the shadows as Princess Fabula dragged his friend Bob into her Jeep and drove off down town to hand him over to the police. Despite his huge physical size she was so strong, she effortlessly pushed and shoved him like handling a mannequin in a department store window.

"I'll get you out of there Bob, don't you worry. I'll come up with something old friend,” Mike whispered to himself.

Then a thought entered his head... "If she's taking him to the police office it'll take her about thirty minutes to get there, then at least another thirty minutes to book him and do the paperwork and then another thirty minutes to get back here."

"That gives me plenty of time to take some cream from that other alien broad and get out of here. With more of this special milk I should be able to raise the money for Bob's bail and some left over for me"

Mike turned and ran back to the re-generation chambers, trying to think of the best way to extract the milk from the alien without the suction pump or the chloroform to keep her asleep.

As he approached the regeneration room he noticed a small kitchen area.

"I wonder if there's anything in here that I could use?" he thought

In fact the kitchen was in good condition; the aliens must have been using it.

He opened one of the units and found some empty screw-top bottles. "Perfect," thought Mike.

He gave them a rinse with clean water and ran into the room straight to the third cylinder.

This one had the name "Kaleena" on the side of the chamber.

Without time to stop and think he pulled the two levers and released the sliding top cover and then pushed it all the way down to give him clear access to her.

Even though he was in a rush he stopped to look at her sleeping face.

She looked a lot younger than Fabula and Shanala. Fabula looked to be around twenty-five while Shanala must be nearer to twenty-eight, maybe twenty-nine. But Kaleena could only be seventeen or eighteen at the most.

Mike had always been good at guessing ages, he was generally accurate to within a year or two.

This time he could not be more wrong. In fact Princess Fabula was 184 years old, Shanala was 201 and Kaleena was, by comparison, a mere teenager by Lanerian standards at 98. Lanerian females reach puberty at 90 years old which is when they are fully physically developed and capable of giving birth. Although at a mere 98 years despite being physically developed, she is still somewhat inexperienced and naive.

Kaleena slept peacefully while the ‘milk-predator’ Mike started to unwrap her warm protective cover.

Unlike the others she wore a totally different uniform. Hers was a two-piece skin-tight yellow bodysuit which left her middle exposed from just below her boobs down to the top of her leggings. The waist-line was very low on her stomach barely covering her pussy.

He also noticed a strange almost invisible line running down the front of her costume between her tiny cleavage and another below her belly button running down the centre of her leggings.

He ran his finger along it out of curiosity. As his finger traced the faint line, it opened up her costume like an invisible zipper.

This fascinated Mike; it was totally smooth and had no little flap to pull to undo the zip. All Mike had to do was touch the barely visible line and slide his finger along it and, like magic, the costume opened. Out of curiosity he slid his finger back up and the zipper re-fastened itself. "That's so Cool!" he thought.

He quickly checked his watch; twenty minutes had already passed. "Must hurry,” he thought.

He slid his finger all the way along the strange ‘magic’ zipper between her breasts to open her top and down her flat stomach to her pussy and then between her legs.

Like peeling a banana her costume opened to reveal her delightful slim body to him.

"You are a pretty girl aren't you" Mike whispered. "What a shame I don't have more time." he thought.

He peeled back her soft bodysuit to expose her entire body down to the tops of her thighs.

Her tits were quite petite, but her large nipples and aureole were dark and full.

Her body looked so pure and virginal. “I hope she can give me some milk from those little Titties,” he thought.

His right hand slid down to her smooth pussy while with his left he started to roll one of her nipples between his finger and thumb.

He needed to be as quick as he could to get her to lactate for him.

After a few minutes nothing seemed to be happening, so he decided to stop rushing and work on her properly.

He reached down into the cylinder, carefully lifted her out and placed her on the floor.

Even though the floor was cool, the body suit she was still wearing kept her back warm.

Mike kneeled beside her and lowered his lips to her right nipple, licked its tip and then he started to suck it and work it with his tongue. At the same time he let the fingers on his right hand find their way to her smooth pussy and eased them gently inside her to find her clitoris.

It felt very big, it must have been at least the size of large pea and he hadn't even got her body excited yet!

This was one of those situations Mike had always fantasised about; to be able to do whatever he wanted to a beautiful naked girl lying asleep and totally under his control, and this young alien girl really was beautiful.

He wished he had his bag with the chloroform ‘insurance’ so that she would not wake up and stop him taking her precious breast milk.

In fact Kaleena was not only a virgin, but her breasts had never produced love cream before as she had only just reached physical maturity.

As he stimulated her nipples he could feel her breasts starting to swell and grow in his hands. Her cunt was also getting wet as he massaged the lips of her vagina at the same time as he played with her clitoris.

Mike had always been a 'Tit' man, he really preferred big heavy breasts, so he was in heaven sucking and licking her small responsive globes and watching them grow into ‘woman-sized’ Tits before his very eyes.

He pulled away to check them to see how big they had grown and was totally amazed when he saw how, in a matter of only five minutes of groping and licking; they had grown from the pert young teen beasts into very respectable ‘woman-sized’ mammaries almost bursting with love cream.

He took the two bottles he'd brought from the kitchen and placed them on her far side. Carefully he rolled her onto her side with her back to him and, wrapping one hand around each breast, pointed her huge nipples at the open tops of the bottles.

In slow sliding movements he squeezed each breasts and gently pinched the nipples to express a jet of cream into the bottles.

"Ah.. Uh.." she moaned as the cream escaped from her tits giving a short exhale with each squirt.

"Yeah babe, you enjoy your wet dream and give me the milk!"

He had never really seen a woman give breast milk before and for a true tit-man this was so exciting.

He so much wanted to give her the fuck of his life, but knew that Princess Fabula would soon be back and he really did need this special aphrodisiac breast cream.

He guessed that being out of her sleep and regeneration cylinder she would soon wake up, so he had to be ultra gentle and extra careful.

He also knew that with each exquisite squeeze and squirt of milk from her breast she would be that little bit weaker if she did happen to wake up.

Her tits were now so big his hands would not reach around each breast, but as they were so large, it made it that little bit more difficult to aim the cream into the bottles.

After another twenty minutes he had filled both bottles with her pure white breast cream. He screwed the tops tight and put the warm bottles into his coat pockets.

"So much cream left in these beauties,” he thought as he squeezed and wobbled them in his hands. He quickly checked the time on his watch.

Looking down at her lying on the floor with the front of her body suit open from her neck down to her smooth pussy. The large nipples still squirted her cream down her breasts, and she was still sleeping like a baby...

He so desperately wanted to mix his own ‘love-cream' to hers and decided it would be worth the risk.

He quickly undid his pants and kicked them a few feet away. His fat six-inch cock sprung to attention as he kneeled between her slim tanned legs.

He leaned over her and sucked one of her nipples to taste this special love cream and was almost instantly intoxicated.

"Mmm, fucking gorgeous!" he said and gorged himself on her full breasts.

She continued to groan and sigh as he sucked and drank from her nipples.

“Ahhhh, Ahhhh, Ahhhh,” She moaned as he drank from her breasts. He then noticed that his cock felt unusually hard and heavy, and he felt so very horny.

He felt like a sex-machine, never before had his cock felt so hard and strong. Then he looked down at his penis to position it for penetration and was totally amazed at what he saw. Was it really HIS cock in his hand? Was he dreaming?

The effect of her breast cream was not only to enhance his sexual sensations and performance, but his cock was almost half as big again as it was!

Mike's proud six inch penis was now at porn star proportions of at least nine maybe ten inches and so much thicker too with his penis veins bulging and straining along its shaft.

"It never mentioned an effect like this in those manuals I read," he thought.

"Wow.. Fucking awesome" he grinned and he weighed his new massive cock in his right hand, waving it around like a thick nightstick. He slowly eased the tip of his massive new cock between her tight cunt lips.

"Oh no! Must be careful not to wake her,” he thought.

He looked down at her beautiful young face, eyes closed, open-mouthed.

"If I fuck her with a dick this size she’s bound to wake up... Ah SHIT!"

"So what's the next best thing in a situation like this?” he thought.

His answer was obvious, a tit-fuck. With so much cream oozing from her nipples, there would be perfect lubrication.

He positioned himself to straddle her tiny waist and rubbed the thick cream all over her breasts to give his enormous cock plenty of lubrication.

He couldn't resist, her mouth was open, love cream everywhere, he scooped some into his hands and trickled it onto her tongue.

With a few reflex swallows she drank some of her own breast cream and a few seconds later, her soft orgasmic moans started to grow louder and longer.

Mike felt quite strange, very sexually aroused, but remarkably ‘in-control’ of his lust and his body.

He felt like he could control every pulse and every muscle in his body, or even choose the very second he wanted to climax.

“This love cream is fucking potent stuff,” he thought. “I better be careful who I tell about this.”

His heightened sexual sensitivity sent a desperate urge to fuck into his mind.

He looked again at his fantastic huge cock bathed in her white love cream sliding between her breasts, and squeezed more of her cream high into the air in thick jets from her nipples. He could see that her sleeping sexual pleasure was intensified after she drank the cream and he slid his rock-hard shaft in very long slow strokes back and forwards between her tits.

He could have carried on for hours, it felt so good and he was in so much control; but he knew it was time and he also knew he could climax whenever he wanted.

He slid nearer to her face and rubbed the tip of his solid hard penis over her lips and with a few strokes of his hand he climaxed. But this was no ordinary orgasm, its intensity was like a dozen climaxes all bundled in one lasting for over two minutes as his own creamy liquid gushed from his cock over her face and into her mouth.

He kept coming and directed more of his cum onto her tongue that trickled into her mouth that she swallowed in her sleep.

And he still kept climaxing and was pumping his own love cream into her mouth; his body felt overwhelmed with ecstasy until finally it was over and his orgasm subsided.

The Lanerian women had never seen the white human semen, let alone tasted it, but what no one knew and ever expected was the effect human semen has on Lanerian females.

In their studies of Lanerian physiology, they had experimented with Alcohol, and discovered that our Alcohol has absolutely no impact on Lanerians.

They could drink huge quantities of wines, spirits and beer without any effect at all.

What no one ever suspected however was that simple human male semen would be like Whiskey to a Lanerian female.

Even as Kaleena slept, her tongue reflexes made her swallow every spurt of cum that shot or trickled into her mouth, to intoxicate the sleeping beauty as he abused her.

He finally squeezed his last drop of cum onto her bottom lip with a satisfied groan and watched it run onto the tip of her tongue through his half-closed eyes.

He felt so drained; he’d never climaxed so intensely or for so long before. He rolled off her and lay exhausted on the floor next to her to let his strength start to return.

Kaleena still lay asleep but as he had stopped her sexual stimulation, so her nipple orgasms also reduced.

Had she woken up, she would have been so disorientated and drunk due to the vast amount of his semen she had swallowed, that she would not have been able to put up much of a fight.

No Lanerian had ever been drunk before so she would not know how to deal with it. But as she was still asleep this secret was still safe, for the time being at least…

Mike eventually checked his watch. “Shit! I’ve been tit-fucking her for almost twenty minutes. I’ve got to get out of here!”

He re-checked his cock; it had returned to its normal size.

“This is some powerful fucking cream – it’ll fetch a lot of money, it’s worth more than gold!” Mike whispered to himself.

He quickly picked Kaleena up and gently returned her to the sleep chamber, then after returning her wet clothing back to normal, closed the cylinder lid and quickly made his way out of the building with the two valuable bottles of her love cream safely in his pockets to accompany the one he’d already taken from Shanala only a few hours ago.

His head was overflowing with ideas, these women had to be captured. With the three of them fed on their own love cream he could set up a production line, there was an unlimited supply of alien breast milk and therefore an unlimited supply of money if he sells his secret aphrodisiac formula on the black market.

He had by now all but forgotten his friend Bob, he only saw dollar signs in his head but he had to keep his discovery of these aliens a total secret…

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Ten minutes later, Princess Fabula returned from the police station with her new friend Ms Americana who she’d met a few days earlier.

It seemed they shared the same arrogance and in-built desire for justice and fair play with the overriding ethic to serve the common good.

Fabula and Ms Americana walked around the re-generation chamber and talked about the life of a super heroine and its many rewards; the feeling of true justice when villains are apprehended; the excitement of the pursuit and capture; the thrill of the fight and satisfaction to know that all they do is appreciated by the common people and that they can all sleep easier in their beds when a super heroine is on patrol.

Yes, these things made it all worthwhile said Ms Americana.

Fabula felt excited; all of these things meant exactly the same to her too; she really wanted to be a true super heroine like her new friend Ms Americana.

They talked for a few hours, Fabula was a quick learner and Ms Americana was a good teacher.

“I know my purpose here on this planet Ms Americana, we will work with you if we may to remove hate, greed and selfishness from this earth society. With our Aikon radiation belts we are invincible and no-one knows our secret.

Together my fellow Lanerians, Shanala and Kaleena will bring order, discipline and justice to this city and all criminals will fear us.”

Their conversation eventually moved to the negative side of life as a super heroine and Ms Americana started to explain some of the difficult situations she had found herself in.

But in her blind arrogance, Fabula didn’t really listen. She was after all a Lanerian Princess, no human would dare to touch her! She thought. With their super powers all human resistance would be trivial and irrelevant.

“You should move from here.” Ms Americana suggested. “This is no longer a safe place; but at all costs you must keep your identity and your home a secret, so you should all wear masks and find another place to live”

“I know someone who can help you, and I know the perfect place where you can live and set up your new base …”

Eventually, they finished talking and then Fabula woke Shanala and the young Kaleena from their re-generation sleep.

Kaleena and Shanala awoke totally unaware that anything had happened to them. They had no idea that their bodies had been examined, groped and milked in their sleep by the two earthmen and that they held such a valuable commodity within their breasts.

“We are moving!” Fabula ordered. “We must move our re-generation chambers and all of our possessions.”

The next day, dressed as ordinary civilians the three super-strength ladies moved out of their base into a new building provided by a secret wealthy benefactor. It was actually Ms Americana. She was very careful not to reveal her true identity to anyone, not even to her new alien friends.

Fabula and her friends set to work designing their new uniforms and practicing their Lanerian fighting techniques in preparation for their entrance as new Super Heroines in the City.

In the meantime, Mike had also been very busy. With a few well-chosen samples of his ‘Miracle-Milk’ as he called it, he had already built up a sizeable list of customers craving for more and prepared to pay handsomely for each measure.

He decided to return to the Lanerian mountain base to take some more from the sleeping aliens, only to find the place empty. His plan had been foiled…

“Where the hell have they gone?” he asked himself “How am I going to get some more Love-Cream for fuck’s sake?”

He needed a new plan!

To be continued…..