Hank Aaron felt the sun before he saw it. Laying in bed he could feel the rising warmth change of location slowly up his body until, irritatingly, it reached his grimace, forcing him to open his eye.

He sighed. His warning signal clock to the right indicated 04:30, way too former to be getting up.

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

He quickly climbed from his bed and crossed to the windowpane. The sun was literally up, right in the sky, which should n't defecate any common 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 token laying around like the barbeque or cycle, just flat orange dusty footing. lots like you see in adverts on t.v where countries are experiencing extreme drought, the ground was dry.

"What the shag, what is this"

Rubbing his oculus repeatedly did null, his vision did n't change. exterior seemed like a dry desert, a immense surface area of malarkey that just went on as far as the eye could see. Panic began to take over as he crossed to his bedroom threshold on the diametrical side, opening it only to find a brick wall. Sweating and beginning to shake now, Henry Louis Aaron forced himself to calm down. Taking five proceedings like this usually calmed him down completely, but when you've woken up to find you 're in the midsection of a desert trapped in your own bedroom, normal methods do n't work so well.

Aaron forced himself to stop spiralling, deleting opinion of dying out of his mind as soon as they entered. Finally under control he reached for the window opening it all-embracing, luckily it was broad enough for him to fit through and be able to slide down his tiled cap and land with a thump on the parched ground.

Immediately he turned to front back at his house, but it was gone, again replaced by the Brobdingnagian area now all around him.

Funnily enough Aaron did not feel the hotness he was expecting to. Looking up at the sun and judging by the priming coat around him, he should definitely be burning up right now but he felt strangely coolheaded and comfortable, something which gradually began to avail ease his nerves.

He must be dreaming. He must be dreaming. He had to be dreaming. That became his mantra as he continued to skim the horizon before seeing what he thought was a sign in the distance. Shrugging his articulatio humeri he started to cook his way towards it. As he walked he repeated his mantra, trying not to centre on the fact that he was only wearing boxers, without any shoes.

Initially the house seemed a long way off, but soon after what only felt like a few minute of arc walking, Aaron began to get close. ‘ star sign'probably is n't the give-and-take to describe it. From the space it seemed to be the right form and colour of your norm detached home, however on closer inspection the edifice was actually made of some type of metallic substance. Shining brightly in the sun it had a mirror like timber, one that was only broken up occasionally by window-like turrets holes, much like ones you would expect to see on a medieval castling.

Aaron stood before the structure, taking it all in. There seemed to be no discernable ingress yet the building was drawing him in, oddly decent Aaron felt himself get excited at the thought. Although this was n't your regular excitation, he felt this feeling in his pubes, as if the closer he got to this building or whatever was inside, the hornier he became. Now, Aaron was 21 and he'd like to reckon that he was old enough to not let his penis rule his determination but he also kept telling himself he's dreaming, so why not ?

Almost as soon as this thought came into his head, a doorway opened in the mirror-like control surface of the building directly in figurehead of Aaron. He entered into the darkness inside.

The door shut behind him plunging his surroundings into swarthiness but he still felt the prosperous coolness he was feeling before. Suddenly a tower of light illuminated before him, blinding his centre that were now used to the wickedness.

"What in the fuu…"

"kneel"

Aaron threw himself to the storey. It was as if mortal had tied ropes to both his articulatio genus and yanked hard on them, driving him downwards.

He looked up. A physical body stood before him. Undeniably estrange yet undeniably beautiful, and somehow completely feminine. He had no doubt in his idea that this figure was a women, she certainly looked it. Auburn hairsbreadth flowed from her head, down the shoulders and ended just shy of the rachis of her calves. Her body seemed petite yet muscular. Her breasts standing out house, with strong nipples prominent through the alien cloth of her long nightdress. Her legs and backside hidden by her hairsbreadth yet obviously matching the criterion of her flawless body-build.

"ARE YOU SON OF ORA-LAIN ?"

He realised this voice came from his head, the beautiful mouth of the fair sex in front did not proceed an inch. Although a low smirk appeared as she noticed the rising collapsible shelter in Aaron boxers.

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

"YES. YOU HUMANS HAVE ALWAYS CHANGED OUR NAMES, YOUR TONGUE CAN NOT grip THE TRUE name calling OF US. EVEN ORA-LAIN IS A SIMPLIFIED VERSION OF HER birth name"The female person 's voice echoed through his creative thinker both loud and soft. A sense datum hard to describe.

‘ God I must be dreaming'Aaron thought.

"YOU ARE NOT."Now if Aaron had had H2O in his mouth, this is the point where he'd spitting it out.

"YES, I CAN READ YOUR cerebration. YOU homo ARE SO PRIMITIVE."He obviously knew this cleaning woman held him in low regard but honestly he was too meddlesome trying to memorize the peach of her grimace ... the odor of her body.

"FOCUS ! YOU mustiness LISTEN, I DO NOT experience MUCH TIME"

The allure suddenly switched off. Hank Aaron's oral sex snapped back. It was almost like being pulled from frigidity H2O. The attraction was still there, but his aid was back.

"OUR SPECIES DISCOVERED MILLENIA AGO THAT MATING WITH YOUR male person humanity PRODUCED UNIQUE OFFSPRING ... approaching FROM A DYING WORLD WE LILLITATS ARE SENT here EVERY THOUSAND YEARS TO MATE, IN THE HOPE OF PRODUCING OFFSPRING THAT WILL RETURN TO THE HOMELAND TO SAVE OUR SPECIES FROM EXTINCTION."

Disbelief was obvious across Aarons face. Yet something in her Son and this whole experience made him desire to conceive. He could almost feel the Sojourner Truth. He could see in his mind 's eye a major planet stricken in contraband pot, no flora visible, with 1000 of humanoid aliens, much like the one standing in forepart of him, screaming and crying in terror.

"IN YOUR PAST WE rich person ejaculate. THE RESULT BEING penis OF YOUR airstream GAINING luck AND world power. MULTIPLE King, queen, AND Pharaoh HAVE BEEN A issue OF OUR affaire. YET WE NO LONGER NEED leadership. OUR mintage IS AT THE BRINK OF experimental extinction, WE NOW REQUIRE MATES. SEXUALLY POWERFUL being THAT CAN WITHSTAND THE test OF conjugation WITH AN extraterrestrial being SPECIES."

Honestly if this situation had not already been so surreal and insane, Aaron would have laughed. But again, the severity of her voice touched chain in his heart.

"So you need me for what ? A breeder ? Do you want my spermatozoon or something ?"

"NO. sexual union IS EQUAL parts RITUAL AS IT IS BIOLOGICAL. I 'M GOING TO Ulysses S. Grant YOU tycoon. SEXUAL POWER. FOR YOU TO GAIN FULL command OF BEFORE BEING READY TO TAKE ON FEMALES OF MY OWN race"

"Power ? You mean like mind control condition ... you must be fucking with me"Aaron thought back aggressively.

"DO NOT TAKE THAT TONE WITH ME CHILD ! YOU KNOW NOTHING OF THIS magnate, YOU mustiness EXPERIENCE FIRST manus AND YOU volition UNDERSTAND MY WORDS. WHEN YOU ARE READY I WILL give back"

"Wait ! time lag ! I have more questions, what about my mum ? Do you be intimate where she is ? !"

"SHE IS binding HOME tyke, NOW GO"

And with that the figure in front end disappeared, leaving a tiny pinprick of illumination floating in the air. There was sentence for three late breaths before Aaron felt himself being pulled towards the hole. world seemed to warp as his consistency was sucked into the impossibly small gap.

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

Chapter 2

trousering and covered from mind to toe in sweat, Henry Louis Aaron looked around to gain his bearings. He was back home, in his room, in his own sign of the zodiac, which had the normal garden out the windowpane. He looked to his rightfield again to see his clock showing 06:45. His alarum went off.

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

Aaron lived alone. His founder had disappeared shortly after realising Aaron 's mum was pregnant. Leaving the twenty something to raise a youngster alone. She had fared unnaturally well, being the impudent savvy women she was, she had managed to make unbelievably good decisiveness in the fund market place which allowed investment in prop which in turn produced a continued income.

However, on the eve of Aarons sixteenth part natal day Orlain had gone missing. She had left a billet detailing her assets and camber accounts be left to her son along with all of her self-possession. Initially a manhunt ensued but it was quickly given up as the police suspected suicide.

As a result, Aaron was alone from the age of 16. He had no extended family to turn to so he continued school and left at eighteen and had been working several jobs since then, working purley for the delight of routine, the money was n't needed.

Following his mother 's abandonment Aaron had gained weight. He did n't calculate after himself and good genes and a high metabolism 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 obliterate under layers and patsy those into thinking he was slimmer but in reality he was n't, and he hated it. Although his smell towards his trunk were potent, he never could quite motivate himself to influence out. He never had any ground to. If Aaron was brutally honest, he was a slight socially awkward so did n't feel the pauperism to be confident. Childhood psychic trauma could do that to you.

For some ground that morning was different. After the shower had washed away the remnants of the dream that he now barely remembered, he felt energised ! Motivated almost. His mind felt keen, bright, 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 shower. But as he passed his mirror he stopped. Looking down at himself for consequence his mouth opened slightly. He'd lost weight. Not just a petite bit ... a lot ! Like maybe 15 or 20 pounds. And was he taller ? Aaron stared at himself in the mirror for longer, in sheer disbelief. He looked taller, slimmer and if he was n't mistaken, he'd definitely put more muscular tissue on.

His mind suddenly flew back to his aspiration, a vague deja vu feeling. That could n't throw been true though, right ? He is not about to suddenly arrive at sexual powerfulness. Shrugging his shoulder, Hank Aaron got his stuff together and went to the gym, making for certain to take his drawstring shorts.

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

Like a dog catching a scent Henry Louis Aaron principal whipped up. His olfactory organ was becoming increasingly to the full with the strong flavour of sweet love. He looked around, trying to think who decides to eat in the slant surface area, but he could n't see anything. In fact, what he did ascertain was an extremely attractive womanhood walking past the weights. The smell of dearest was coming directly from her. Aaron looked around, but apart from the occasional glance from the men in the area, nobody paid much attending to her. She really was phenomenal. She was soiled blonde, with her hair tied in a pragmatic ponytail. Wearing skin nasty leg covering and a tight top, her perky B size breasts looked unbelievable. Her flat stomach and toned bum made it obvious she was a regular at the gym.

Aaron had always admired women who gym. He could n't imagine going somewhere and having everyone tick you out, hypocritical, but he could n't aid it, his pecker 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 ride so spiritualist ?

He tried to neglect his growing hot pants but it was hard. He kept lifting weights trying to think of something else, but his mind kept wandering, getting even defective when he caught the girlfriend sneaking a glance at him too. She had a cute grin, but he could n't help imagining himself bending her over the weight tabular array and having his way with her. Thinking this current sentiment whilst looking at her, Hank Aaron saw her pant in surprisal and drop the dumbell she was just about to use.

No one took much notice of her, but Henry Louis Aaron could distinguish she was definitely flustered, her face red not just from sweat. But that could n't hold been him right ? She must just be feeling sick or something. Nevertheless Aaron felt the need to try again, being careful to cover his growing hard-on.

This time he waited until she had just got on the treadmill. Luckily the gym was n't very busy and there was a free point near her. He walked over and climbed on, already cranking the dial and running at a f number that he never would've been able to maintain before. Slowly he let his creative thinker clear, focusing on the exercise of running.

When he felt he was focused enough, he quickly glanced over to the girl who was jogging lightly. In his mind 's eye he imagined her getting horny, picturing what her panties would appear like when they were wet. He imagined the feeling of hands running all over her body, caressing between her legs and stroking her breasts. He could almost see the sensation in the girls face. He could n't believe he was doing this. He heard light gasps and pressed onward. Now imagining the belief of a tongue, licking delicately between her legs, slowly but surely do pulses of transport to travel throughout her body. To add the cherry on top he pictured her backbreaking sensitive tit rubbing against the material of her top, sending an intense gratifying genius through her body.

Without warning Hank Aaron heard a low moan or oink, followed by a large crash. He immediately stopped what he was doing and ran to the missy, she had fallen from the salt mine, no doubtfulness because of his attention. Aaron could n't conceive it ! The dream was tangible ? !

"Oh SOB, are you ok ?"Aaron asked in genuine care.

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

"Here, let me serve you"At Aarons touch the girl gasped softly. She jerked and stared at him, her eye burning with a deep lust. Aaron could clearly see her mammilla harden again and saw the wet patch between her peg noticeable against the grey textile.

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

"No worries, 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 unknown to ask a stranger to serve you to your locker, but who was Aaron to argue ? So he helped her to her groundwork and they began making their way to the lockers. Aaron did not go to notice how a lot she kept close to his consistency, nor how obvious she was faking her limp.

"I'm Aaron by the way"

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

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

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

Aarons awkward meter flew up. He did not like the idea of going into the female changing rooms, but for some reason he felt that with his new get abilities, he might be ok. Plus the potency of what could happen confuse care out the window.

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

Jane stopped in front man of him and turned around. Her ‘ injured'base went down to the land and she walked slowly and seductively towards him, swinging her pelvic girdle as she came.

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

By this point she'd made it right in battlefront of him. He stared into her lust filled eyes as he felt her hot breath near his neck.

"I'm at your electric pig, what do you call for ?"Aaron tuned into her body again, he could n't consider 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 Aarons already severely cock in his gym shorts.

Her script began to caress up and down his member, pausing to rub gently at the heading. She then slowly sunk to her articulatio genus, pulling his underdrawers down as she went.

"sanctum shit"Came her interpreter. Hank Aaron looked down.

"holy shit !"Aarons dick was immense ! This cockcrow he was a shy 6 column inch, now he was a very very proud 9.

His grinning was huge as Jane began to lick him from top to bottom. Locked inside one of the booth, Henry Louis Aaron felt it safe to let out a small moan.

Jane covered him in her saliva before taking his nous in her sass and slowly moving downwards.

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

Gagging sounds came from her mouth as Jane began to deepthroat his shaft, taking Sir Thomas More and more of him into her throat before bottoming out about an inch shy of his pubes. The sensation was unbelievable. She pulled back and began her descent again, this time humming to increase sensation.

Hank Aaron felt his climax building and quickly found a bench to hold onto as the champion peaked. Just before it did however he had an idea. Focusing on Jane he imagined an orgasm, equal to the tier he was about to experience, bang into her as well. So Aaron let his coming take him as he blew burden after load of hot thick semen into Jane, just as she herself experienced a vast orgasm swallowing his juice. Her knees buckled as she shook, threatening to throw them to the undercoat if she had not already been on her articulatio genus.

A bit of deep external respiration passed, followed by a tatty pop as Jane let his dick slip from her mouth.

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

He switched his attention to Jane, willing her libido to spike to unprecedented altitude as she ripped her wearing apparel off, exposing no bra and a thin lacy thong. The front of her panty were soaked but she did n't remove them, instead she grabbed Aarons dick and began rubbing it on herself. Moaning almost constantly now she ripped her flip-flop to the side and positioned the head at her entrance.

One last expression into Aaron middle and she plunged herself down on his rock severely penis. Immediately half of his pecker was encompassed by her hot wet wall. The tightness of her squeezing him as he entered. They paused for a second, Jane trying to get used to his sizing, before soldiering on. She pushed harder this time, squeezing more than and more of his penis into her until finally Aaron bottoms out. A microseism ran through Jane as she squeaked, eyes rolling back for a sec.

Hank Aaron seized this pause to search her body again. If sexual foreplay and attraction was heat energy, Jane would be an incinerator. Her body was on fire with sexual energy, and it was all directed at Aaron. He smiled wide.

For some reason Aaron's instincts told him she liked it hard and fast, he did n't know where that came from but he was n't going to argue. Grabbing her rosehip he spun to lay her back on the bench he was just sat on and began to make out her. Sliding in and out harder and faster building in pace. A rhythmic slap smack slap filled the air as their pelvic arch slammed together.

"OH GOD….YES….OH OH"Jane was barely in reality. Her moan rose in tempo, each thrust eliciting a short wow or oink.

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

Hank Aaron could feel she was nearing her climax and he was too. Again, like last time, he pushed her to the edge hard, just as he was cuming himself. She went mute. Her eubstance froze and began to vibrate violently as her oral fissure gaped open in the most intense intimate experience. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her back arched in delight. Aaron himself was experiencing something exactly the Saami, more hot semen pumping into her as they both came simultaneously, over and over again until they passed out.

Aaron opened his eyes to feel 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 a good deal metre passed because he could still sense himself inside her. With a wet pop Henry Louis Aaron removed himself, the action stirring her awake.

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

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry, oh my god, you must think I'm such a slut, I never do that !"Her face was a mask of arrant horror. She kept trying to cull up her clothes but in the hamper stool she could n't reach sealed token. Her anxiousness was obvious.

"Look its okay. Do n't worry. You are n't a hussy, we just had fun, I wo n't tell anyone"Aaron searched her mentally, cooling her anxiety, replacing it with a feeling of contentment, making sure she was happy with everything that happened.

She soon calmed down and they both got dressed. Jane left the cubicle first, coughing loudly as a sign that the seashore was illuminate before disappearing. Aaron stayed in the kiosk for a minute, sat on the bench, smiling like a cheshire cat.

"This, is gon na be great. ”