Transdimensional Travel

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Transdimensional Travel

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(Author's note: this story starts out rather vanilla, but bear with it)

Brad and Ken

They made a perfect working team. Brad Kingsley was the son of a rich industrialist, and he too was intelligent and dynamic. Ken Jackson, the son of the Kingsley family’s housekeeper, had grown up with Brad, and they were great friends. Ken was a technical genius. A bit of a nerd, but a genius nerd.

For all of their eighteen years, Brad and Ken had studied and played together. They had, obviously, been to different schools, but at weekends and vacations they had spent many an hour cooking up innovative and sometimes dangerous experiments. And all this time together finally reached its climax, shortly after each one had entered his nineteenth year. They built a transdimensional travel machine.

Of course, no serious scientist nowadays doubts the existence of universes that exist in dimensions different to our own, but none has ever even theorized how to achieve travel between different dimensions. But, Brad and Ken, with their combination of economic resources and intelligence, had designed a transdimensional travel machine, by exploiting the Pinkton variance of the Halson principle. That may sound easy today, but nobody had ever thought of it before.

The large Kingsley estate was surrounded by a six-foot brick wall. On the southern side of the estate was a small copse, rarely visited by other members of the household, and so it was there that Brad and Ken decided to build their machine. They cleared the undergrowth from a small area, and then proceeded with the construction. The end result was a small room, with just enough space for the control panel, monitors, two chairs, and, of course transdimensional motor, capable of performing the transition of the entire room from one universe to another.

But Brad didn’t want to try it out.

“What happens if we’re in there and it explodes? What if it takes us into a void and we can’t come back?”

The two hassled this out for some time, until a compromise solution was found. First Ken would program the machine to travel to another, parallel universe, stay a few minutes, and then come back. In the room they would put George, the family cat, in an enclosed cat basket, so he couldn’t climb round and press any buttons. And finally, while the machine was in the other universe, it would send out a drone and record everything that the drone picked up on its video camera.

“Where are you going to send the machine, anyway?” asked Brad.

“I don’t know”, replied Ken, turning back to his preparations.

“What do you mean, you don’t know?”

“Well” signed Ken, resignedly, “we don’t know anything about parallel universes, and so we have no idea where different coordinate combinations will take the machine to. We have an infinite number of coordinates that we can vary, so I’m just going to vary one of them, just slightly, and then we’ll see what happens. Then we vary a different one, and then we combine variations, and then we write it all up for Scientific American and win the Nobel Prize!”

On the day of the experiment, George was installed, and Ken set two timers on the control panel. The first would give him time to leave the machine, lock the door, and stand back. The second would determine how much time the machine spent in the parallel universe.

Brad and Ken shouted with joy as the first stage of the experiment arrived – the machine disappeared as if by magic. The next fifteen minutes, as defined by the second timer, seemed to last an eternity. Their minds reeled with doubts. “What if it doesn’t come back?”, “What if it comes back in the middle of a shopping mall because of earth spin?”, “What will I say to Mum if the cat dies?”

Finally, the machine reappeared, in precisely the same position from which it had silently left.

A new doubt hit Brad. “What would have happened if I’d been standing there, where the machine came back?”

“You don’t want to know”, said Ken as he unlocked and opened the door.

They went inside and picked up the cat basket. George looked back at them through the wicker of the basket, and then turned round and looked the other way. Brad and Ken sighed with relief, and released George.

They turned their attention to the monitor, and replayed the fifteen minutes of video that the drone had recorded.

Preview of Universe 1

Apparently, the world was much the same in this first universe that the machine had visited. On the monitor, Brad and Ken saw the trees of the copse, grass, sky and clouds, just like it was at home. They decided to call the home universe “Universe 0”, and this new one “Universe 1”, for ease of reference.

The first difference came with the garden wall – it wasn’t there. The next came with the road. In Universe 0, this was just a tarmac road with streetlights. In Universe 1, it was an attractive avenue, with trees, grass and park benches.

The drone, equipped with artificial intelligence, had been instructed by Ken to explore Universe 1 but keep a low profile. With this requirement in mind, it flew to the edge of the copse, hid in the leaves of a sycamore, and scanned the surroundings. The video camera soon picked up and homed-in on a young woman who was strolling along the avenue. Brad’s mouth dropped as the camera zoomed in. The girl was dressed in an incredibly short and tight dress. The material was apparently particularly thin, as her nipples showed clearly through it. She was, at one and the same time, both supermodel beautiful and porn-star sexy. Her only imperfection was that her knees were slightly scuffed.

As she got closer to where the drone was hiding, she broke out into a smile and waved to someone ahead of her. The drone picked up the movements, and turned almost 180 degrees to find a smiling young man walking towards the girl. He was handsome and well-built, and his muscles were evident under the shirt he was wearing. The strange thing, to Brad’s and Ken’s eyes, was that he was wearing only a shirt. From his hips on down, apart from his sandals, he was completely naked. And his impressively sized penis pointed out, fully erect, in front of him.

The two young people met and exchanged affectionate greetings. Their names were Julie and Hans, and they had known each other since college.
Julie told Hans she was going to the library, as she had reserved Benson’s latest book on Quantum Mechanics.

“Sounds great!” said Hans, lying. He didn’t think it was great at all, and couldn’t imagine anything worse than a book on Quantum Mechanics. But then, girls were like that, and, as they say “Vive la difference”.

“Just one thing,” said Hans. “I wonder if you have time to give me a blowjob? I haven’t got off since early this morning, and I’m close to exploding!”

“Glad to be of service,” exclaimed Julie, and quickly kneeled on the path in front of Hans’s throbbing prick. Well, that explained the scuff marks.

Brad and Ken were glued to the monitor as Julie licked around the head of Hans’s penis. Then she started sucking it into her mouth, until it had completely disappeared. From the way she calmly licked Hans’s balls, it was clear she did not suffer from gag reflex. On the other hand, although from Hans’s point of view, having his prick half way down to this beautiful girl’s intestines was undoubtedly erotic, he wanted movement, and soon he started humping lightly towards the girl’s face. Julie took the hint and started giving Hans the blowjob he so dearly needed.

Brad and Ken were simultaneously aroused and embarrassed. Neither was accustomed to being erect in the presence of another man, and each of them tried to position himself in his chair in such a way as to not reveal the erection caused by the scene on the monitor.

Julie’s pumping soon brought Hans close to orgasm. Sensing this, she withdrew and resumed linking Hans’s prick just around the head. Hans was so close that this was now torture, and his prick twitched under the caresses of Julie’s tongue. This lasted only until he could take no more and pleaded with the girl to finish him off. Again she obliged. After just a few pumping actions, the pressure inside Hans’s prick built up until it hurt, and then finally he ejected enormous spurts of semen straight down her throat.

“Fuck!” exclaimed Hans. “That was fucking great!”

“Well, thanks,” replied Julie. “In fact, you’re not the first to say so,” she said proudly.

“Hey, I really needed that, but what about you?” questioned Hans.

“No,” she replied, “No bother. My neighbours both fucked me good and hard before I left home. I came so many times, I really don’t think I could take any more!”

“Well, don’t hesitate to ask. Thanks again, and see you soon.”

“See you!”

With this exchange, the couple parted, each resuming the path that just a few minutes previously they had been walking.

The drone showed nothing else of interest, except that in the distance other young men and women could be seen, all dressed in ways similar to Hans and Julie. Soon the timeout arrived, and so the drone returned to base, and the monitor stopped screening.

“I want to go there,” said Brad. “And I mean precisely ‘there’. You have to set the coordinates to precisely the same universe, and take us there. Now!”

Ken, whose prick was leaking precum, had no objections. He verified the closure of the only door of the machine, and the preciseness of the coordinates for reaching Universe 1, as well as for returning to Universe 0. Brad had the idea that he may not even want to return to Universe 0, but he didn’t let on.

Arrival in Universe 1

Ken hit the button to take the machine back to Universe 1. Brad was all for exiting the machine as soon as they arrived, but Ken preached caution, and he sent out the drone again, with instructions to hide in the trees again.

By the look of the shadows, the same time had passed in Universe 1 as had passed in Universe 0. There were many other facts that Brad and Ken should have been gleaning from the experiment they were performing, had they not started thinking with their penises ever since they first saw the girl from Universe 1. The mere fact that people spoke English was a not-insignificant datum, that the two had completely failed to notice during the first, recorded excursion of the drone. And they would continue to fail in this regard, during this, the first transdimensional journey ever made by human beings.

Brad and Ken were now watching the monitor and following the transmission of the drone in realtime. The drone again hid in the leaves, and for a while, absolutely nothing happened, much to the frustration of the two explorers.

Finally, much as before, right in front of the drone, a young man and a young woman met. They were dressed more or less as Julie and Hans had been, in that he was half naked, and her dress, though of a different style, was still just as short and tight. Apparently they did not know each other, but they exchanged greetings all the same. Their names were Sam (from Samantha) and Anto (from Antonio), and their conversation soon converged on Anto’s appreciation of Sam’s dress.

“It’s new,” she said. “Do you like it? What do think it looks like from this angle?”, she said, turning her back to Anto, and bending over a park bench. Naturally, in this position, the hem of her dress rose up her thighs and revealed her beautiful smooth round ass cheeks. She spread her legs so that her hairless pussy was totally exposed. Anto didn’t even bother replying, but just positioned himself behind her and started fucking her tight wet cunt with no foreplay at all.

Brad’s and Ken’s pricks started twitching again as they watched Anto slamming into Sam’s cunt. The drone focussed in on the expressions of ecstasy on the girl’s face, and the speakers replayed faithfully her moans and the profanities that Anto called out at each thrust. Then Anto sat down on the bench and pulled the girl on top of him. She unbutton her dress and was soon thrusting her tits into Anto’s face as she hammered up and down on his thick long prick. Before long an orgasm hit them both and Anto unloaded into the girl’s pussy such an amount that streams of semen leaked out and dripped down his balls and thighs.

As the fucking finally slowed down, Brad announced that he was leaving the machine, still turning away from Ken so as not to show the wet spot in front of his trousers.

“Just one problem,” said Ken, “you’re rather overdressed ...”.

This was of course true. The two men they had seen up close, but also the few that the drone had shown from a distance, were all half naked, wearing only a shirt. Brad hesitated, a little embarrassed to be naked and erect in front of Ken, but he yearned to be out there and fuck one of these wanton beauties. He duly shed his trousers and slipped out of the door.

Once in the copse, he walked through the undergrowth towards the avenue. The couple that had so recently filled the machine’s monitor were no longer to be seen, but Brad was ecstatic to see a tall blonde girl walking towards him. He smiled and said “Hi”, and the girl smiled back, but then a look of confusion, and then of consternation came to her face.

He realised that she was looking at his penis. Someone with a penis as short as that, only 7 inches, she was thinking, was not a normal human being. There must be something genetically wrong with him, and as such, he ought to be in an institution of some sort, and not free to roam the streets. She looked around for assistance, and, seeing two men not too far away, screamed “Help!” at the top of her voice. Brad was aghast. He too looked around and saw the two guys starting to sprint towards him in aid of the girl, and so he ran as fast as he could back to the machine.

“Get out of here!” he shouted, and Ken had just time to call back the drone, and introduce a small variation of the coordinate set before they heard pounding from outside the door of the machine. As Brad’s prick started to droop, Ken hit the “Go button” and they rematerialised in what they would later call “Universe 2”.

Arrival in Universe 2

“Where are we?” asked Brad.

“I don’t know, of course,” came the curt reply. “We are first time explorers. No-one knows what the effects of coordinate variations will be. That’s what we’re here for – to boldly go where no man has gone before.”

They sent the drone out. On the monitor they saw a similar scene to Universe 1 – the same avenue, the same trees, and the same park bench. Much as before, a smug-looking young man was sitting on the bench, while a girl in a tight dress was bouncing up and down on his prick at an amazing pace. To one side of the bench, another girl sat on the grass, her legs open wide, and her pussy dripping semen. She seemed to be recovering from a good hard fuck. On the other side, a third girl was impatiently waiting her turn. She had one foot raised on the bench and was fingering herself in preparation.

Brad and Ken had not been watching for long when the centre girl started screaming out her orgasm, and at the same time the expression changed on the young man’s face and he too came deep in the girl’s pussy.

After a just enough time to let them get over the aftershock, the third girl pushed the other out of the way and lowered herself onto the man’s sticky but still erect penis. In the short time before she climbed on, Brad and Ken finally got a good look at that formidable tool. It seemed to be as long and thick as Ken’s forearm.

Brad was depressed. What was the point of visiting a world where there were guys with enormous penises, and staying power enough to fuck three girls in fifteen minutes? “What say we go someplace else?” he asked dejectedly.

As has been said, Ken had an infinite number of coordinates to play with, but no idea where each combination would take them. However, he reasoned that increasing the coordinate value that had taken them to Universes 1 and 2 would just make their inhabitants’ penises even bigger. So he reduced that particular value, and introduced a new variant. And so they arrived in Universe 3, and sent out the drone.

Arrival in Universe 3

There were surprising similarities with Universes 1 and 2 – the avenue, the trees and so on. But there were also some differences, that Ken, the more sensitive of the two, immediately noticed.

For a start, there was a woman sitting on a bench just a few yards from where the drone hid, and she was dressed just as sexily as had the girls in the other universes. But although her age was probably more or less the same as the other girls, the noun that in fact best described her was not “girl” but “woman”. And, Ken noticed that, although she was smiling, there was a cruelty in that smile; the cruelty of someone who got pleasure from others’ discomfort.

Soon the drone picked up a young man walking along the avenue. And again there was a difference. Instead of the usual carefree arrogance of the young men Brad and Ken had previously seen on the monitor, this guy walked quickly, and bore an expression of anxiety. And so he might, as they shortly found out.

“Come here!” the woman called out.

The young man looked around hopefully, but there was no one else to be seen, and he quickly obeyed the command.

“Where are you going? What’s your name?” she barked.

“I’m taking these books to the library, ma’am, for my mistress. My name is Frank, ma’am,” he answered meekly.

“Well Frank, the library doesn’t sound urgent, and I need you now. On your knees and get me off.”

With that, she opened her legs and thrust out her cunt in Frank’s direction. “But, my mistress ...” Frank started, but the woman cut him off immediately with a stern reprimand, and Frank had no choice but to obey. He kneeled down between the woman’s legs and proceeded to lick her with all the skill he had learnt between the legs of his mistress. Once he could feel that the woman was getting pleasure from his licking, without waiting for permission he reached up to caress her breasts and pinch her nipples, while the woman thrust her pussy ever more into his face. After just a few minutes, she cried out as she orgasmed, though Frank continued until he was sure that she was completely satisfied.

After a pause to get her breath back, the woman gestured for Frank to stand up. “That was very good,” she said. “As a reward, you get a hand-job.”

Frank pleaded that it was his pleasure, he was in a hurry and various other excuses, but the woman insisted and started wanking Frank at an enormous pace. Around the same time, another woman appeared on the scene. It was clear that the two ladies knew each other.

“Hi, Kirsten,” said the newcomer. “What’s going on?”

“Hi, Joyce,” said Kirsten. “I’m just rewarding Frank here for performing the most excellent cunnilingus on me just a few minutes ago.”

“Well be careful then,” said Joyce. “I think he’s trying to hide his reactions. He may come when you don’t expect it!”

“Really?” replied Kirsten. “We wouldn’t want that to happen.” And after a final high speed burst, she took her hand away.

“No!!” whimpered Frank. The three watched his prick twitch for what seemed an eternity, and then vast quantities of semen came oozing out, dribbling uselessly to the path. A great depression came over Frank, while the two women squealed with joy.

“I don’t think he wanted you to stop!”

“Really?” Kirsten replied. “Well, happy to oblige,” she said as she started her cruel wanking over again.

This was too much for Frank, in the post-orgasm phase. “NO! Please, you’ll break it!” he cried.

But at the same time, Brad and Ken noticed, he made no attempt to escape.

Kirsten finally interrupted her punishment of Frank’s prick.

“What Frank wants is a really good fuck,” said Joyce, and Frank cringed in fear as she took a huge black strapon from her bag.

“New coordinates?” said Brad.

Arrival in Universe 4

Ken made a new, more or less random adjustment, and the machine took them to Universe 4. Ken sent the drone out, and on the monitor they saw a guy who looked like Mike Tyson, who was sodomising another guy who look a little like Ken. “Mike” seemed to be enjoying it, “Ken” did not.

As Brad and Ken watched in horror, “Mike” looked up and saw the drone.

“What the fuck!” he cried, and he extracted himself quickly from “Ken” (who couldn’t believe his luck) and started towards the copse.

“Go! Go! Go!” shouted Brad, and again Ken just had time enough to get the drone back in, change coordinates, and switch universes.

Arrival in Universe 5

As the drone flew out into Universe 5, Brad and Ken saw on the monitor not the usual elegant, tree-lined avenue, but a dirt road. Along this road, two leather-clad and armed apes were shepherding a small group of human beings, shackled together.

To Brad and Ken, the scene seemed familiar, but it didn’t look at all hospitable.

Brad tried to explain to Ken how to choose the next coordinate set. Ken had to avoid the “wildness” of Universes 4 and 5, and at the same time, go closer to “home” than the “big-prick” universes, like 1 and 2. Ken thought about the request for a while, and then inserted a new coordinate set, reducing the “distance” from Universe 0 for most coordinate values, but at the same time, introducing some small variations in other values. He always had in mind that they were there to gather the maximum amount of information in order to win the Nobel prize. He imagined that fame might increase his success rate with girls. “Is that a Nobel prize in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?”

Arrival in Universe 6

Ken sent out the drone into Universe 6. Same avenue, same trees, same bench, new girl.

Brad had to turn the audio level up, as the girl was only muttering. “Where is everybody?”, “Fucking poetry meeting!”, “I need some prick right now!”.

Brad was out of the door in no time. He tried to slow down and act casual as he reached the bench, but you could tell from his breathing that he was excited.

“Hi!” he said.

“Hi!” said the girl, and a smile broadened on her face. “Can we fuck?”

Brad gulped. There was nothing he wanted more.

“Then lie down,” she said, stripping off her dress.

Brad lay on the warm grass. The girl took a can from her bag and stood astride him. Before he could stop her, she sprayed his penis with some clear liquid, that was absorbed almost immediately.

“What the fuck! What’s that?” he burst out.

“Sanitizer of course! I sanitized you! As in safe sex.” She paused. “Have you never had sex before?”

She looked at Brad with a puzzled expression. “You’re not from one of those fucking farming states are you? Like Idaho or some other place that nobody knows where the fuck is? Whatever, just shut the fuck up and lets fuck. I fucking need a fuck. Even if you are a bit fucking small...”

With that, she sat directly on Brad’s prick and started humping. Brad’s relief at finally getting to fuck a beautiful, if rather coarse, girl, whose tits were bouncing in front of his face, caused him not to notice for several seconds that something was horribly wrong. She, obviously, was getting a great thrill from pumping her pussy up and down on his penis, but he could not feel anything at all. It was like his prick was completely hard but also completely numb.

“What the fuck did you do to me? I can’t feel anything!” he cried.

“Of course not,” she replied, “I sanitized you!”

“But this way I’ll never come!”

“Of course you won’t! Have you spurt your disgusting liquids inside of me? What do think I am? An animal or something?” Another pause. “Are you from Montana?”

But after this outburst, she basically ignored him, until finally she reached orgasm and dismounted. Practically speaking she’d used him as a live sex toy, and at the end of the day, what the sex toy feels doesn’t matter to anyone.

“What say we go home?” Brad asked, back in the Machine.

Return to Universe 0

Ken programmed the return to Universe 0. When they arrived, they walked through the copse, through a gate in the wall, and down a couple of blocks to their local bar.

“By the way,” said Brad, “We are ‘home’ aren’t we? I mean, the coordinates you fed in were accurate?”

“Sure,” Ken reassured him. “To eight decimal places.”

They walked into the bar. On the wall there was a 1980’s Village People calendar, which was odd, as there’d always been a 1990’s Penthouse calendar. They said “Hi” to Al, the bartender, and he replied “Well, Hi to you guys! You’re looking good!”, which was odd, as he usually just asked what they wanted to drink.

As they reached the bar, two burly Hell’s Angels joined them. One put one arm round Brad’s shoulders, the other squeezed Ken’s left buttock.

“Maybe nine decimal places would’ve been better,” said Brad to Ken.
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Nice story, my friend. A morality play on the theme of guys thinking with their lower heads, not looking before leaping and horny impulsivity. Thanks!
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