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The Portal 3

The Portal 3

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The Portal

All characters are eighteen+. Dr. Mann breaks through to the other side. All science is this story is complete nonsense.

Dr. E. Mann, PhD checked his calculations for what seemed the hundredth time. He was impatient for the first test of his compact particle accelerator. They had laughed him out of several elite universities when he had presented his proposal to their physics departments. Of course, his proposal was "unproven," he had never been allowed to test it. As far as "far-fetched and "dangerous," that only showed that his critics were cowards and were without imagination. He might be pissed off, but he was not "mad."

This success would bring him the wealth and respect that he had been maliciously denied. And that wealth and fame would give him access to the beautiful and desirable women that he also had been unfairly denied. Laurette Franco would find out what she missed out on when she had turned him down. She could have been on his arm as he received his Nobel Prize. But instead she would be replaced with women who would make her pale in comparison. All those who had laughed at him would burn with envy at his triumph. His time teaching remedial science at the local Junior College would soon come to an end. Those bumpkins and dropouts would be bragging that they were in his classes. He could already see the dull-witted surprise on their cow-like faces.

Mann checked over the machine carefully. All the connections had to be secure. He hoped that the collection of second hand, pilfered and questionably sourced parts would hold up under the power load they would be subjected to.

He stepped out of his back door and walked to the fence surrounding the transformer installation that backed up to his property. He had had some difficulty obtaining a location near enough to a source with enough power to operate his machines. If the previous owners found out that he was behind the problems that led them to sell at such a low price, he would be in big trouble. But he certainly would not tell them.

The connections and cable were as they should be. He was finally ready for the first live test. He hurried back to his lab and gave everything a final check. Now he was ready. Soon the world would recognize his genius. He took a deep breath and closed the main power switch. The lights in the room and all over the neighborhood dimmed. The magnetic fields were perfectly aligned. The vacuum in the particle tubes was holding with no leaks. He pushed the button that started the particle generators. His revolutionary

accelerator design made his machine the most powerful particle collider in the world, even though it took up less than half the space of the spare bedroom that he had converted into his lab. The target was a six-foot square fluorescent screen of his own design.

Mann could smell hot insulation, but so far everything was holding. The target began to light up at the point of impact. The glow began to spread, but was too weak. He took another deep breath and pushed to button on his secondary transformer. This would double the power to the accelerator. The whole screen began to glow. The room began to shake. The air in front of the screen began to shimmer as the particles impinged on the screen. Suddenly there was a flash that nearly blinded him. All he could see were spots in front of his eyes. When his vision cleared, The screen was now an opaque swirling gray circle. It seemed like it was now three dimensional rather than two.

Remarkably, the whole system seemed to have stabilized. The power consumption was in safe limits. All the monitors showed in the green. The smell of burning insulation seemed to be gone. Whatever the particle beam had done was now in maintenance mode.

Mann picked up a broom from the closet and started pushing the handle into the gray vortex. It slid in with no resistance. He pushed it in as far as he could without touching anything. When he pulled it back out, it was the same as before.

He went out to his storage building and found an eight foot, one by six board.

He shut off the video camera that he had been using to record the experiment and replaced the video card with a blank one. He pushed his work table in front of the gray circle. He attached to camera to the board and put the board on the table aligned with the circle. He set it to record and slowly pushed the board through the circle.

He let it record for ten minutes before pulling it back. He quickly plugged in a cable and hooked it up to a 27-inch monitor. He hit play and carefully watched the recording. The camera was looking out onto what appeared to be a vacant lot. A paved street ran in front of the lot. Off to the right was what looked like an upscale suburb with large multi-story houses. There were what appeared to be normal humans walking along the street. There were what looked like street signs at the end of the streets, but they were too far away for him to read.

Mann's mind reeled. Had he opened a portal to another place? Or, had he opened a portal into time. Could it be on another planet even? It definitely was not the neighborhood around his house.

He needed to gather more data before he tried to go through it himself. He wondered if he could get a volunteer from one of his classes, but they would want to get paid. Plus, he didn't think any of them were bright enough to be helpful.

This would require a trip to the scientific supply store. They probably would not have what he needed, but he would have to make do. After an hour, he was back. He had a digital weather station with thermometer, barometer and a wind gauge. He had a gas detector. He taped them to the board and pushed it back through his portal. After half an hour he pulled it back through and checked the

results. The air was the normal mix of gases, except there seemed to be no pollutants. The temperature was 80 degrees F. and the wind was about 5 mph. So, it seemed to be earth, but he still had no idea where or when.

Mann knew this was do or die. He would have to go through the portal himself and determine where it led. He got a small backpack, put a notebook and pen in it.

He added a bottle of water and his video camera. He also had his phone.

Mann clambered up onto the table, closed his eyes and launched himself into the swirling gray vortex. He felt a momentary disorientation and a feeling of being stretched to infinity. Then a brief falling sensation which ended with him slamming into the grass of the vacant lot. The four-foot fall knocked the breath out of him and left him gasping, trying to pull air into his lungs. After a few minutes, he felt better and got to his feet. He wiped the grass from his arms and knees. His slacks were a little grass-stained at the knee and there was a scrape on his right arm.

He looked down to his left at what appeared to be an urban street with signs for night clubs, restaurants and even strip joints. Directly in front of him was the street he had seen on the video camera. To the right was a farmhouse and barn. He had never seen anything like this with rural, suburban and urban within a block of each other. Since he had seen people walking on the suburban street on the video, he decided to head that way.

He sniffed the air, it seemed clean and fresh, but with a slight musky undertone he couldn't identify.

The first person he met was a remarkably curvy fortyish blonde. She was wearing a skin-tight blue minidress that barely covered her shapely behind. The neckline was cut so low that her breasts threatened pop out at every step. Mann was staring at the soft flesh jiggling as she walked toward him. As she approached, she gave him a seductive smile.

"Like what you see?" she called out in a throaty voice. Mann flushed at being

caught staring.

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"Oh, a shy one!" she smirked. "I love the shy nerdy type. Maybe I will see you later, right now, I have to go comfort my stepson, he just broke up with his cheating girlfriend." With that she turned and walked up to next house.

Mann just stood there with his mouth open. Did that hot Milf just hit on him? He had no experience with women flirting with him. And very little with attractive women voluntarily speaking to him. He turned to watch her walk away. He was mesmerized by the motion of her curvy rear under her tight dress. As she reached the top of the front steps, he could clearly see the lower curve of her butt cheeks. She was either wearing a thong or no panties at all.

He turned back up the street and realized he had a full erection straining against the front of his slacks. He closed his eyes and tried to think about anything but that blonde. His erection had gone down a little, so he resumed walking down the street.

He noticed a police car parked along the street in front of him. He hurried toward it hoping to be able to ask the officer some questions about where he was. As he approached the cruiser, he did not see anyone in the driver's seat. As he got closer, it looked like there was someone in the back. He walked up to it and looked into the back seat. He was shocked to see a dark headed policewoman on her knees going down on the huge cock of a man with a shaved head and tattoo sleeves on each arm. He had his hands on the back of her head trying to push her mouth farther down on his big rod. She gagged a couple of times but was not resisting, clearly trying to get all of him into her throat.

Mann turned up the street in a daze, he couldn't wrap his mind around what he had seen. An extremely slutty looking woman casually walking down the street in what appeared to be a high-end neighborhood. And a lady cop blowing what looked like someone she had arrested in the back of her police car. This was not something you would see on any normal street.

As he walked down the street, he could hear music and voices coming from

the back of the second house on the right. He crossed the street and

looked around for someone. He did not see anyone, so he walked around to the back where there was obviously a party going one. The music was loud, but he heard laughter and splashing through the fence around the rear of the property.

He walked up to the gate and heard moans and gasps. He tried to look through a narrow gap between the fence and the gate, but could not see anything. He tentively unlatched the gate and stepped inside. The sight that greeted his eyes was beyond belief. There must have been twenty people in and around a large swimming pool. Every one of them was completely naked and most were engaged in some kind of sex act. There was a guy lying on his back on a spread out towel, a woman with black hair and dark skin was on top of him speared by his cock. There was thick set older man behind her on his knees, pounding his cock into her ass.

A woman was lying on a chaise lounge with a dick in her mouth while a redhead was eating her out like there was no tomorrow. A muscular black man was crouched over the redhead driving his cock into her from behind. He noticed another fit looking guy standing by the fence while a slender blonde was enthusiastically fellating him. The man turned to him with a smile.

"Join in, if you like, there is plenty of fun to go around." He said.

Mann could not quite look him in to eye, but decided this was his best opportunity to get some information.

"It may seem like a strange question, but can you tell me where I am?"

The man looked at him with raised eyebrows, "You're in Pornlandia, where else would you think you were?"

The blonde looked up at Mann, "come over here, two cocks are always

better than one."

"Sorry, I have to go," Mann replied. He hurried back out of the gate, still in a daze. He wondered if he had suffered a brain injury passing through the portal and was in a coma, dreaming all of this. Wandering blindly along the street, he almost ran into the curvy blonde from earlier.

"Well, hello again, thin, pale and nerdy." She said with a smirk. "Come with me and we can have some fun." She took his hand and pulled him along as she hurried up to another mansion. In his confused state, Mann offered no resistance. Plus, once more in her presence and smelling her tantalizing perfume, he found a lump was growing in his pants. She led him through an open living area past an older man with a white mustache and beard.

"Come along, you useless cuck," she said to the older man. "I have found another bull to satisfy me. And you know you love to watch me get my brains fucked out by a real man."

"I am April, by the way," she said to Mann. "What's your name?"

"People call me Doctor Mann, or mostly just Mann," he answered.

"A good Mann is hard to find, " she smirked looking down at the bulge in

His pants. "a hard Mann is even better."

With that she led him up a staircase to the master bedroom. She walked over by the bed and lay down, spreading her legs to show him her hairless pussy. You look like you could use a hot lunch," she purred as she stroked her smooth vulva.

It was if Mann was a passenger in his own body, as he got on his knees and buried his face in her dampening crotch. Her fluids had a strong taste, but one that he found extremely erotic. The scent of her womanhood was almost overwhelming. He explored every fold and crease, sucking her long labia between his lips and licking all the way back to her pucker. He circled his tongue around it and pushed the tip into the opening. The bitter taste seemed to arouse him even more and he began tongue-fucking her asshole in a frenzy.

"That's right, baby," she moaned. "Stick that nasty tongue deeper. Keep eating

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my ass and I'll let you fuck me there." She had her legs pulled up with her knees mashed into her breasts. He looked up and could see her frantically rubbing her clit. Her moans became louder and her directions more insistent.

"Deeper, faster, ass fuck me with that tongue," she cried out. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming!"

She screamed as her body bucked, shoving her ass against his face. She lay back and

panted, trying to get her breath. After a minute she stood up and called out,

"Come on, cucky, come over here and undress me for Loverboy."

Mann looked around and there was her husband in a highbacked chair stroking his cock while he watched. He obediently got up and walked over to his wife. He unzipped the back of her dress and helped her squeeze out of it. She was wearing only a black lace bra under it answeing Mann's earlier question. The husband unsnapped the bra and let it fall to the floor. She held out one of her large full breasts to him, but pulled it away as he leaned forward to suck her nipple.

"Maybe later, if you are a good boy," she said. "You better not cum until I say you can, otherwise, you will be punished."

By this time, Mann had stripped out if his clothes and stood there with his throbbing hardon sticking straight out from his crotch. April grabbed him by his dick and pulled him over to the bed. She pushed him back onto it and climbed up the straddle his face.

"You need to finish eating my pussy, I don't accept half finished work." She ordered.

With that she pushed her dripping slit down on his face. Mann went back to work with his tongue, exploring her cunny and teasing her clit. She was nearly smothering him as she sat on his face. His jaw began to ache, but he was able to work his hand to where he could get a couple of fingers up her vagina and stimulate her G-spot.

Shortly she began to cry out loudly and gushed into his mouth as her body was

rocked by a powerful orgasm. She finally pulled her sopping pussy away from his face, and turned around to mount him in a reverse cowgirl.

"Your cock better be as good as your tongue," she said as she let it skewer her hungry cunt. She leaned forward with her hands on his knees as she ground herbass against his groin. She was completely in control as she rode his dick like the pony express. She arched her back and screamed as she climaxed, but didn't slow down. She kept riding him as hard as she could through two more orgasms. She rolled off onto her back, with her knees pulled up to her chest.

"Time to pray to my pussy, missionary style"

Mann moved over between her legs and shoved his cock back into her battered hole. He began to thrust will all his strength as he felt the fire burning in his groin.

"Oh God! Oh my God! she cried out as he rammed into her so hard her breasts

were flopping wildly. She let out another scream. Her cunt muscles clamped down on his dick, triggering him to spurt rope after rope of his hot semen into her swollen pussy.

He rolled off her and dropped to the floor, as his chest heaved trying to catch his breath. Mann had had sex only a few times in his life, but this was better than all of the other times put together.

"Get dressed," Stud," April said. "My husband and I need some alone time, so you can take-off. Now, Sweety" she said to her husband, "clean me up and I will let you fuck me until you cum. Or you can fuck me now and eat a double cream pie after."

Mann hurriedly finished dressing and got out of there as fast as he could. He loved the sex, but wanted no part of cuckold fetish family drama. Once out on the street, he turned down toward the right. He decided he needed to pay attention to the street signs, perhaps they could help him navigate.

He was approaching a cross street. According to the street sign, he was on Milf Boulevard. The sign for the cross street read, Stepfamily Street. As he hurried down Milf, he passed Transgender Trail, Fetish Way, Doggie Style Drive, Anal Avenue and Oral Circle

The next cross street was Furry Lane. Down at the end of that street were some large buildings that looked like they might be something official, like government buildings. Mann thought to himself, "I may be able to learn something, surely there won't be people having wild sex there. As he hurried down the street, he saw someone in a costume down on their hands and knees in a side lawn. There was another person, also in costume kneeling behind the first. As he got closer, he saw that the kneeling person was a man wearing a lion fur-suit.

The one in front appeared to be a woman in a doggie suit. When he reached them he had to stop and stare. The front of the lion costume was unzipped from the waist down and the man's cock was sticking out through the opening, penetrating a similar opening in the rear of the doggie suit. Both were humping passionately. The lion was growling as he drove his erection into the receptive cunt of the doggie. The doggie girl let out a

loud whimper with each thrust. As Mann watched, she began to drive her hips back frantically as she seemed to be on the verge of an orgasm. Then, she threw her head back and let out a howl at the top her lungs. After a few more strokes, the lion roared loudly and shoved his cock in as far as it would go. The couple then collapsed in a heap.

Mann finally came to his senses and headed down the street toward the buildings that had caught his eye. As he got closer, he could see a sign reading Pornlandia State University.

He got excited, a college would be an even better place to get information than a government office. When he reached the end of the block, the street ended. In front of him was a greenspace divided by a wide concrete walkway. Narrower walks branched off the main walkway leading up to the different buildings. He could see young people walking along in groups talking and laughing. The women seemed to be mostly dressed in tight shorts and crop tops, or plaid microskirts

with unbuttoned white shirts with the tails tied just under their breasts.

The first buildings he came to appeared to be dormitories. On the left was a large modern building designated Orgy Dorm. Across from it was Sapphic Hall. Just beyond that was the M4M Building. Passing the dorms, he came to a sprawling building entitled Department

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