Into Another World E-Book

M.R. Leenysman

• Herausgeber: M.R. Leenysman
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

Walking home from a fraternity party, Ted Jackson is surrounded by swirling, colored fog. When he emerges and unlocks the door to his rented house, he discovers that there are two women making love in his bedroom. Except, nothing is furnished the same. Soon, he discovers that he has passed... Into Another World...

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Into Another World

By M.R. Leenysman

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Into Another World

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I remember the fog becoming dense, as I walked home from the frat party, through Lincoln Park, to get back to the house my friends and I rented on the other side of the park from campus. My roommates had opted to party longer, but I had my part-time job at the campus library in the morning, so needed to get some sleep.

The further I went, the thicker the fog seemed to get. When it started to swirl in multiple colors, I wasn’t sure if I was actually seeing it or maybe someone had slipped something into my last drink or if the last joint I smoked had been laced with something extra.

I kept moving forward, keeping to the path that was all I could see.

Moments later, the colors faded and the fog thinned once more, as I reached Murphy Street and could barely see our house several doors down on the opposite side of the street. I crossed and walked the rest of the way, still thinking about the colored fog. I was definitely buzzed, but that had to be a hallucination. Right? Fog simply didn’t change colors on its own.

As I unlocked the front door with my key, the sudden urge to pee struck me, so I rushed to the house’s one bathroom, relying on the night-light, and started to furiously piss.

As I finished and turned towards the sink to wash, I heard moaning. Female moaning, coming from one of the bedrooms. Had one of my roommates come back before me with a girl without my knowing it? I hoped it wasn’t Zack, as we shared a bedroom and I didn’t look forward to seeing a sock over the doorknob and the prospect of sleeping on the lumpy sofa Zack’s parents had contributed to our motley mix of furnishings.

That’s when I started to notice that the bathroom seemed different. These weren’t our towels, our soap, our shower curtain. Nothing matched that hadn’t been there when we moved in. What the hell was going on? I knew I hadn’t walked into the wrong house, because I had used my key. Yet, nothing looked right.

As I exited the bathroom, the living room furniture was all different, too. The layout of the house was the same, but the interiors weren’t.

It turned out the sex sounds I was hearing were coming from my bedroom, but there wasn’t a sock on the doorknob. In fact, the door wasn’t even closed. As I crept closer, I realized I was actually hearing two women moaning. When I reached the doorway, I saw they were in a 69 position on a king bed instead of the two twins that Zack and I put on opposite sides of the room. Lamps on matching nightstands lit the room.

Confusion warred with voyeurism as I watched the two lovers, who weren’t aware I was there. The foot of the bed faced the door, with the head of the woman on top closer to me, her wavy black hair obscuring any view of the pussy she was eating out. The sounds of her slurping were my primary evidence that she was doing so, as I couldn’t see. Her skin tone was a few shades darker than her brown-haired partner’s, but lighter than my own.

What I could see of both bodies looked delightful, though, above-average boobs on fit physiques, especially Wavy Girl’s bubble butt squirming over her partner’s hidden face.

I suppose if I had been sober, I would have interrupted them to find out what the hell was going on, but horniness was winning the fight in my blurry head. I quietly unzipped my pants and fished my hard cock out and started to fap at the sight and sounds in front of me.

I heard a murmured “Oh, Terri, right there,” from Wavy Girl, as she raised her head slightly, revealing a glistening shaved pussy under her face, before she dipped down again and resumed licking. I got a brief look at her tongue making contact with engorged labia before that wavy hair fell back down and obscured my view.

Still, it aided my imagination that I could see her licking Terri and I jerked my cock harder still, not thinking about being caught.

Another two minutes passed and Wavy Girl started to moan Terri’s name some more, as she shuddered and her hips pressed down on Terri’s face, while Terri’s body also bucked beneath her.

I reached my own orgasm at the same moment and shot such a forceful stream of cum that it arced towards the bed and splashed along Terri’s leg.

Terri noticed. She looked around Wavy Girl’s hip and spotted me. She screamed, then Wavy Girl looked up and joined in. All while I kept spurting cum towards them, hitting the bed, hitting the floor.

Not the smoothest introduction, I’ll grant you.

“Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in our house?” Wavy Girl shouted, as she jumped off the bed to confront me in what looked like a karate pose, not bothering to cover herself in any way. Now that I could see her face, she looked partly Japanese, but with darker skin that might mean another race in her heritage. Probably late 20s or early 30s, they didn’t look like the college girls I was used to being around, at all.

I said the first thing that came to mind. “Your house? This is my house! Can someone explain what the hell is going on?”

Terri had also gotten out of the bed, but was mostly hiding behind Wavy Girl. From what I could see of her, she had long straight brown hair and puffier areolae, but otherwise had the same curvy figure as her lover. Definitely Caucasian, the last of the summer’s tan lines nearly faded away.

Wavy Girl asked, “You actually think this is your house? We’ve lived here for two years, kid. Are you drunk?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty buzzed,” I admitted. “I’m just coming home from a frat party. But, I’m not so drunk or high that I imagined unlocking the front door with my key. Is this some prank my roommates cooked up?”

“No, we’re not playing some prank. What’s your name? Let me see this key you say you have. My name’s Mercy, by the way, and that’s Terri.” She glanced from my face to my half-hard cock, as I tucked it back into my pants, then back to my face, with a bit of a grin on her face. It looked much better than the anger that had been there moments earlier.

‘She’s still really turned on,’ I thought.

I reached into my left pocket and pulled out my key ring and handed it to her. After looking at it, she looked surprised.

I said, “I’m Ted Jackson. I went to a party at Kappa Epsilon Gamma tonight, walked home through the park, which was weird because the thick fog started changing colors. Got here, unlocked the door and had to pee, then started noticing that all of the furnishings were different, about the same time I heard the two of you having sex. Watching turned into, you know…”

“Colored fog?” Mercy asked, as she walked over to a purse on a dresser and pulled another key ring out, then compared my house key to one on that ring. “Terri, come look at this. Am I nuts, or are these two keys an exact match, not just the shape and numbering but right down to the scratches? I knew the landlord hadn’t really changed the locks. But why are the scratches the same?”

Terri had grabbed silk robes out of the closet and was putting one on and carrying another for Mercy. She handed the robe to Mercy as she accepted the two keys and compared them. “You’re right. They’re exactly the same. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Mercy said, “It would make sense. He must be from one of the parallel Earths and lives here in that world, which is why he has the same exact key to the same lock. Tell me, Ted, who’s President of the United States?”