Aaron felt the sun before he saw it. Laying in bed he could finger the rising warmth travel slowly up his consistence until, irritatingly, it reached his fount, forcing him to unfold his eyes.

He sighed. His alarm clock clock to the right indicated 04:30, way too early to be getting up.

"time lag ... what"It was four thirty in the forenoon, why was the sun up ?

He quickly climbed from his bed and crossed to the window. The sun was literally up, right in the sky, which should n't make any sense at all because he'd literally just felt it cross across his body. But even weirder than the sun, was the fact that his garden was not outside his window.

In fact, there was no garden whatsoever. No grass, no shed, no point laying around like the barbeque or wheel, just flat orange moth-eaten primer. a great deal like you see in advertisement on t.v where nation are experiencing extreme drought, the footing was dry.

"What the fuck, what is this"

Rubbing his eyes repeatedly did zero, his visual modality did n't change. exterior seemed like a dry desert, a huge expanse of nothingness that just went on as far as the eye could see. Panic began to claim over as he crossed to his bedroom doorway on the inverse incline, opening it only to find a brick paries. Sweating and beginning to shake now, Aaron forced himself to cool off down. Taking five proceedings like this usually calmed him down completely, but when you've woken up to find you 're in the centre of a desert trapped in your own sleeping room, normal methods do n't work so well.

Henry Louis Aaron forced himself to stop spiralling, deleting thoughts of dying out of his mind as soon as they entered. Finally under control he reached for the window opening it wide, luckily it was wide enough for him to fit through and be able-bodied to slide down his tile roof and land with a thumping on the parched earth.

Immediately he turned to look back at his theater, but it was gone, again replaced by the vast expanse now all around him.

Funnily enough Aaron did not sense the heating he was expecting to. Looking up at the sun and judgement by the reason around him, he should definitely be burning up right now but he felt strangely cool and comfortable, something which gradually began to serve ease his nerves.

He must be dreaming. He must be dreaming. He had to be dreaming. That became his mantra as he continued to run down the horizon before seeing what he thought was a household in the distance. Shrugging his shoulder joint he started to realize his way towards it. As he walked he repeated his mantra, trying not to focus on the fact that he was only wearing boxer, without any shoes.

Initially the theater seemed a tenacious way off, but soon after what only felt like a few minutes walking, Henry Louis Aaron began to get close. ‘ House'probably is n't the Book to describe it. From the distance it seemed to be the right shape and colour of your average detached home, however on unaired inspection the construction was actually made of some type of metallic message. Shining brightly in the sun it had a mirror like quality, one that was only broken up occasionally by window-like gun enclosure holes, much like ones you would expect to see on a medieval castle.

Henry Louis Aaron stood before the social system, taking it all in. There seemed to be no discernable entree yet the edifice was drawing him in, oddly enough Aaron felt himself get excited at the sentiment. Although this was n't your regular inflammation, he felt this flavour in his loins, as if the finisher he got to this building or whatever was inside, the hornier he became. Now, Aaron was 21 and he'd like to recall that he was old enough to not let his penis predominate his decisions but he also kept telling himself he's dreaming, so why not ?

Almost as soon as this intellection came into his forefront, a doorway opened in the mirror-like surface of the building directly in front of Aaron. He entered into the wickedness inside.

The room access shut behind him plunging his surroundings into darkness but he still felt the comfy coolness he was feeling before. Suddenly a pillar of light illuminated before him, blinding his centre that were now used to the darkness.

"What in the fuu…"

"kneeling"

Hank Aaron threw himself to the floor. It was as if someone had tied ropes to both his knees and yanked hard on them, driving him downwards.

He looked up. A image stood before him. Undeniably alien yet undeniably beautiful, and somehow completely womanly. He had no doubtfulness in his mind that this flesh was a women, she certainly looked it. Auburn pilus flowed from her head, down the shoulders and ended just shy of the cover of her sura. Her body seemed flyspeck yet mightily. Her bosom standing out business firm, with strong teat prominent through the alien textile of her long nightie. Her legs and backside hidden by her hair yet obviously matching the measure of her flawless physique.

"ARE YOU SON OF ORA-LAIN ?"

He realised this part came from his head, the beautiful mouth of the women in front man did not move an inch. Although a humble smirk appeared as she noticed the rising tent in Aarons boxers.

"Uh ... um..you mean Orlain ? My mum ?"Aaron stuttered. His head was so foggy. His thinker constricted in her magnet. He was pretty sure the voice in his forefront pronounced his mothers name with a gap in the middle but undoubtedly was saying the same word.

"YES. YOU HUMANS HAVE ALWAYS CHANGED OUR NAMES, YOUR lingua CAN NOT HANDLE THE TRUE NAMES OF US. eve ORA-LAIN IS A SIMPLIFIED version OF HER nativity name"The female 's interpreter echoed through his mind both loud and soft. A sensation difficult to describe.

‘ God I must be dreaming'Aaron thought.

"YOU ARE NOT."Now if Aaron had had water in his sassing, this is the head where he'd spit it out.

"YES, I CAN READ YOUR cerebration. YOU HUMANS ARE SO PRIMITIVE."He obviously knew this womanhood held him in low regard but honestly he was too busybodied trying to memorise the beauty of her expression ... the smell of her body.

"FOCUS ! YOU MUST LISTEN, I DO NOT let MUCH TIME"

The allure suddenly switched off. Hank Aaron's head snapped back. It was almost like being pulled from cold weewee. The magnet was still there, but his attending was back.

"OUR SPECIES DISCOVERED MILLENIA AGO THAT MATING WITH YOUR male person HUMANS PRODUCED UNIQUE OFFSPRING ... sexual climax FROM A demise humans WE LILLITATS ARE SENT here EVERY THOUSAND YEARS TO match, IN THE HOPE OF PRODUCING offspring THAT WILL comeback TO THE HOMELAND TO SAVE OUR specie FROM EXTINCTION."

mental rejection was obvious across Aarons face. Yet something in her words and this unanimous experience made him desire to conceive. He could almost FEEL the truth. He could see in his mind 's eye a satellite stricken in black smoke, no vegetation visible, with thousands of humanoid foreigner, much like the one standing in front of him, screaming and crying in terror.

"IN YOUR PAST WE HAVE COME. THE answer beingness MEMBERS OF YOUR slipstream GAINING FORTUNE AND POWER. MULTIPLE big businessman, queen regnant, AND PHARAOHS HAVE BEEN A RESULT OF OUR INVOLVEMENT. YET WE NO LONGER pauperism LEADERS. OUR SPECIES IS AT THE threshold OF EXTINCTION, WE NOW REQUIRE teammate. SEXUALLY POWERFUL beingness THAT CAN WITHSTAND THE TRIALS OF mating WITH AN ALIEN SPECIES."

Honestly if this situation had not already been so surreal and insane, Hank Aaron would experience laughed. But again, the stiffness of her spokesperson touched train in his affection.

"So you need me for what ? A stock breeder ? Do you need my sperm or something ?"

"NO. MATING IS EQUAL role rite AS IT IS BIOLOGICAL. I 'M GOING TO GRANT YOU index. SEXUAL office. FOR YOU TO amplification full moon command OF BEFORE BEING READY TO takings ON female person OF MY OWN wash"

"Power ? You mean like idea restraint ... you must be fucking with me"Aaron thought back aggressively.

"DO NOT drive THAT quality WITH ME CHILD ! YOU KNOW NOTHING OF THIS index, YOU must EXPERIENCE low HAND AND YOU will UNDERSTAND MY countersign. WHEN YOU ARE READY I WILL turn back"

"Wait ! time lag ! I have more than doubt, what about my mum ? Do you know where she is ? !"

"SHE IS binding home child, NOW GO"

And with that the name in battlefront disappeared, leaving a flyspeck pinprick of lightheaded floating in the air. There was time for three mystifying breaths before Aaron felt himself being pulled towards the hole. Reality seemed to warp as his torso was sucked into the impossibly small-scale gap.

He felt like he was falling for a fourth dimension before….jolting awake in bed.

Chapter 2

trousering and covered from head to toe in sweat, Hank Aaron looked around to gain his comportment. He was back home, in his way, in his own house, which had the normal garden out the window. He looked to his right hand again to see his clock showing 06:45. His alarm clock went off.

Turning it off he sat for a present moment quietly. Then he started to laugh. That was mad ! What a dream ! He could n't think that he almost thought that was real. He laughed more as he climbed from bed to point down to the exhibitor.

Aaron lived alone. His founding father had disappeared shortly after realising Aaron 's mum was meaning. Leaving the twenty something to promote a child alone. She had fared unnaturally well, being the hurt understanding woman she was, she had managed to draw unbelievably good decisions in the blood line market which allowed investment in place which in turn produced a continued income.

However, on the eve of Aaron sixteenth birthday Orlain had gone missing. She had left a note detailing her assets and bank history be left to her son along with all of her monomania. Initially a manhunt ensued but it was quickly given up as the police suspected suicide.

As a result, Henry Louis Aaron was alone from the age of sixteen. He had no extended kinsfolk to turn to so he continued shoal and left at eighteen and had been working various jobs since then, working purley for the pleasure of routine, the money was n't needed.

Following his mother 's abandonment Aaron had gained weight. He did n't look after himself and secure genes and a high metabolic process were the only thing keeping him from obesity. So, he was overweight.

Standing at 5'11 his fat was n't very obvious. He could easily hide under stratum and fool those into thinking he was slimmer but in reality he was n't, and he hated it. Although his feelings towards his body were strong, he never could quite motivate himself to play out. He never had any grounds to. If Aaron was brutally reliable, he was a little socially awkward so did n't feel the pauperization to be confident. Childhood hurt could do that to you.

For some reason that morning was dissimilar. After the exhibitioner had washed away the remnants of the pipe dream that he now barely remembered, he felt energised ! Motivated almost. His mind felt incisive, smart, clearer. Usually his body just wanted to go and lay down and chill out but this sentence no. In fact, he thought smugly, he felt like going to the gym.

"The gym, am I kidding myself"Aaron muttered as he walked out of the rain shower. But as he passed his mirror he stopped. Looking down at himself for moment his mouth opened slightly. He'd lost weight. Not just a midget bit ... a lot ! Like maybe 15 or 20 pounds. And was he taller ? Hank Aaron stared at himself in the mirror for longer, in absolute disbelief. He looked taller, slimmer and if he was n't mistaken, he'd definitely put more muscle on.

His mind suddenly flew back to his dream, a faint deja vu feeling. That could n't have been true though, right ? He is not about to suddenly gain sexual mightiness. Shrugging his shoulders, Aaron got his clobber together and went to the gym, making sure to convey his drawstring boxershorts.

At the gym Aaron definitely noticed a change in his body. He was lifting weight he never though he could, with Department of Energy he never thought he had and with a focussing he'd never experienced. But it was when he finished his s set of weights, his focused changed.

Like a dog catching a wind Aaron head whipped up. His nose was becoming increasingly wide-cut with the substantial smell of sweet honey. He looked around, trying to guess who decides to eat in the weight area, but he could n't see anything. In fact, what he did find was an extremely attractive cleaning woman walking past the weights. The smell of honey was coming directly from her. Aaron looked around, but apart from the episodic glance from the men in the area, nobody paid a lot attention to her. She really was phenomenal. She was muddied blonde, with her hair tied in a hard-nosed ponytail. Wearing skin miserly leg covering and a plastered top, her perky B size breasts looked unbelievable. Her flat breadbasket and toned bum made it obvious she was a unconstipated at the gym.

Aaron had always admired cleaning lady who gym. He could n't imagine going somewhere and having everyone check you out, hypocritical, but he could n't assist it, his dick was growing just looking at her. Which just added more to the unusual day he was having, Aaron would never get boners just by looking at a hot young lady in the gym, why was his sex cause so sensitive ?

He tried to disregard his growing hot pants but it was hard. He kept lifting weights trying to call up of something else, but his intellect kept wandering, getting even worse when he caught the girl sneaking a coup d'oeil at him too. She had a cute smile, but he could n't help imagining himself bending her over the exercising weight table and having his way with her. Thinking this current thought whilst looking at her, Aaron saw her pant in surprise and drop the dumbell she was just about to use.

No one took often notice of her, but Aaron could tell she was definitely rattled, her face red not just from effort. But that could n't take in been him right ? She must just be feeling pale or something. Nevertheless Aaron felt the motivation to try again, being careful to shroud his growing erection.

This time he waited until she had just got on the treadmill. Luckily the gym was n't very meddling and there was a free pip near her. He walked over and climbed on, already cranking the dial and running at a speed that he never would've been able to wield before. Slowly he let his mind bring in, focusing on the exercise of running.

When he felt he was focused enough, he quickly glanced over to the girlfriend who was jogging lightly. In his idea 's eye he imagined her getting horny, picturing what her pantie would await like when they were wet. He imagined the feeling of hands running all over her physical structure, caressing between her legs and stroking her knocker. He could almost see the sentience in the fille face. He could n't believe he was doing this. He heard light gasps and pressed onward. Now imagining the feeling of a spit, licking delicately between her branch, slowly but surely causing beat of raptus to travel throughout her body. To add the cherry on top he pictured her difficult sensitive nipples rubbing against the fabric of her top, sending an intense enjoyable ace through her body.

Without warning Henry Louis Aaron heard a low moan or grunt, followed by a magnanimous crash. He immediately stopped what he was doing and ran to the girl, she had fallen from the treadmill, no doubt because of his attention. Aaron could n't conceive it ! The dream was real ? !

"Oh squat, are you ok ?"Aaron asked in literal care.

"Yeh, thanks ... phew ... guess I just wiped out there, I do n't know what happened"The little girl replied in a Brits accent. She looked very embarrassed.

"Here, let me help you"At Henry Louis Aaron touch the girl gasped softly. She jerked and stared at him, her optic burning with a deep lecherousness. Henry Louis Aaron could clearly see her nipple harden again and saw the wet patch between her ramification detectable against the Charles Grey material.

"Um ... thanks"Her voice had changed, becoming slightly more husky"I think I 've hurt my leg, I 've got a bit of muscleman atomizer in my bag though."

"No headache, I'll grab it for you"Aaron stood and began looking around her treadmill.

"No no, it 's in my locker, mind helping me there though ?"She said.

"Of course."Quite unusual to ask a stranger to aid you to your locker, but who was Hank Aaron to contend ? So he helped her to her feet and they began making their way to the lockers. Aaron did not fail to remark how often she kept close to his body, nor how obvious she was faking her limp.

"I'm Henry Louis Aaron by the way"

"Jane. Nice to receive you, thanks so much for the aid, not a lotta guy wire would've helped me up"

"It 's no problem do n't worry. Hey are n't these the lady ? I'll let you go in"

"Um ... do you mind bringing me in ?"

Aarons awkward time flew up. He did not like the idea of going into the female changing rooms, but for some ground he felt that with his new launch power, he might be ok. Plus the potential of what could happen befuddle forethought out the window.

Nodding he walked her in. Luckily the changing room was empty….perfect.

Jane stopped in front of him and turned around. Her ‘ hurt'foot went down to the ground and she walked slowly and seductively towards him, swinging her hips as she came.

"You know, my foot feels ok right now. But since you've been so kind, could you give me something else ?"

By this full point she'd made it right in strawman of him. He stared into her lust filled heart as he felt her hot breathing place near his neck opening.

"I'm at your disposal, what do you need ?"Aaron tuned into her body again, he could n't believe this was happening ! This time however, he felt her own horniness, raging like a deep fire in her body.

"I. Want. This"She said, grabbing Aaron already punishing prick in his gym shorts.

Her hand began to caress up and down his member, pausing to rub gently at the head. She then slowly sunk to her articulatio genus, pulling his short pants down as she went.

"holy shit"Came her voice. Aaron looked down.

"Holy motherfucker !"Hank Aaron pecker was huge ! This cockcrow he was a shy 6 in, now he was a very very proud 9.

His grinning was huge as Jane began to work out him from top to bottom. Locked inside one of the booth, Aaron felt it condom to let out a modest groan.

Jane covered him in her saliva before taking his fountainhead in her back talk and slowly moving downwards.

Now Aaron had received blowjob in the past, but never this good. Girlfriends before had always been so shy, just licking the tip, never fully swallowing. But this girl swallowed.

Gagging sounds came from her mouth as Jane began to deepthroat his dick, taking more than and to a greater extent of him into her throat before bottoming out about an inch shy of his pubes. The sensation was incredible. She pulled back and began her parentage again, this time humming to increase sensation.

Aaron felt his climax building and quickly found a bench to take hold onto as the sense peaked. Just before it did however he had an idea. Focusing on Jane he imagined an coming, equal to the stratum he was about to experience, smash into her as well. So Hank Aaron let his orgasm take him as he blew load after shipment of hot thick seed into Jane, just as she herself experienced a huge orgasm swallowing his juice. Her knee buckled as she shook, threatening to befuddle them to the primer coat if she had not already been on her articulatio genus.

A moment of deeply external respiration passed, followed by a loud pop as Jane let his prick slip from her mouth.

But Aaron was still unvoiced. In fact, he could cum again.

He switched his attention to Jane, leave her libido to spike to unprecedented heights as she ripped her clothes off, exposing no bra and a slim lacy thong. The front of her panties were soaked but she did n't take out them, instead she grabbed Aarons dick and began rubbing it on herself. Moaning almost constantly now she ripped her G-string to the side and positioned the read/write head at her entrance.

One lowest look into Aarons eyes and she plunged herself down on his rock hard phallus. Immediately half of his tool was encompassed by her hot wet walls. The tightness of her squeezing him as he entered. They paused for a second, Jane trying to get used to his size, before soldiering on. She pushed harder this meter, squeezing More and Sir Thomas More of his penis into her until finally Aaron bottoms out. A tremor ran through Jane as she squeaked, eyes rolling back for a 2d.

Aaron seized this pause to look for her torso again. If sexual foreplay and magnet was high temperature, Jane would be an incinerator. Her physical structure was on fervor with intimate energy, and it was all directed at Aaron. He smiled wide.

For some reason Aaron's instinct told him she liked it hard and fast, he did n't sleep with where that came from but he was n't going to argue. Grabbing her hips he spun to lay her back on the bench he was just sat on and began to fuck her. Sliding in and out harder and faster edifice in pace. A rhythmical slap smack smack filled the air as their renal pelvis slammed together.

"OH GOD….YES….OH OH"Jane was barely in reality. Her groan rose in pacing, each driving force eliciting a brusk scream or grunt.

"YES..FUCK ... JUST like THAT"She continued.

Henry Louis Aaron could finger she was nearing her sexual climax and he was too. Again, like last fourth dimension, he pushed her to the boundary hard, just as he was cuming himself. She went silent. Her body froze and began to vibrate violently as her mouth gaped open in the most acute intimate experience. Her center rolled back into her head as her back arched in delight. Aaron himself was experiencing something exactly the same, more hot seminal fluid pumping into her as they both came simultaneously, over and over again until they passed out.

Henry Louis Aaron opened his eyes to bump the petite panting body of Jane laying on his chest. They had obviously rolled over and she was nestled into his chest hair sound asleep. Not much time passed because he could still feel himself inside her. With a wet pop Aaron removed himself, the military action stirring her awake.

Jane moaned happily as her eyes fluttered spread out slowly, before immediately focusing on Hank Aaron 's grimace and jumping up. She awkwardly climbed off him as quick as she could.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry, oh my god, you must reckon I'm such a trollop, I never do that !"Her cheek was a masquerade party of pure revulsion. She kept trying to beak up her dress but in the cramped ordure she could n't hand certain detail. Her anxiety was obvious.

"Look its okay. Do n't care. You are n't a adulteress, we just had fun, I wo n't tell anyone"Aaron searched her mentally, cooling her anxiousness, replacing it with a smell of contentment, making indisputable she was well-chosen with everything that happened.

She soon calmed down and they both got dressed. Jane left the cubicle first, coughing loudly as a foretoken that the coast was clear before disappearing. Aaron stayed in the carrell for a second, sat on the Bench, smiling like a cheshire cat.

"This, is gon na be great. ”