"...5...4...3...2...1...impact!"
The screens went white for a second, and then lines began spreading out from the center. A general cheer went up throughout the room.
"Well, my friends, it is official: after all the bad magnets, alignment problems, and other Bullshit, we have collision," Dr. Legard said in French. "Here's to us, my fellow physicists and engineers," he added, raising his glass high.
There was a collective here here, and a quaffing of champagne. Several people left, with a few high fives, to go meet significant others for celebrations, and gradually crowd dropped to six. Dr. Jules Legard looked around the room at the others who were staying on standby. Joining him on the magnetic system was Dr. Mike Richter, a German engineer and the project's token old, fat biddy, selected not so much for her skill at designing magnetic systems as to show a lack of age or sexual discrimination. Over at the computer stations, John Birmingham, a scrawny, pale kid from England, and Hans Gubler, a tall, skinny kid from Sweden, were making sure that both the data recording systems and the transmission to physics departments around the world were going okay. On the sensor monitor was Joseph Wishard, the short balding French-American Physicist who had insisted on staying to make sure his detector was working. Last, but certainly least, on the emergency panel was Antigua Schristave, the black-haired, large boobed undergrad from somewhere in the Balkans who clearly was only along because she was sleeping with her professor.
"A great accomplishment for mankind, but not for my Friday night," he muttered, and the he a Dr. Richter set about placing the guideway magnets on standby for the weekend.
Out in the collider, the intense energies released by the collision bent the fabric of reality, and, just for a second, something snapped. The rent space and energy fell back together as the collision ended, merging with a sliver of energy that had seeped into the universe from somewhere else, and an energy field unlike anything ever seen before coalesced. Caught in the collider runway's containment field, it traveled along the track until, their job done for the day, the magnetic coils were lowered to their standby energy, allowing the field to bleed through the radiation shielding and into the control room.
"All systems green," Antigua called out as the old people finished powering down the magnets. 'Whew, no problem with the magnets this time. I was so scared that they would blow again. How can I write a grad thesis on the data from this thing in a few years if it keeps breaking?' she thought. The dangerous part over, she untensed, adjusting her pantsuit, which had bunched up a bit during the test. 'Man, now that the test is over, this is just boring. just a bunch of lights blinking on and off. Just remember the recommendation. Working on a collider like this will make me a shoe-in for that fellowship next year. It's almost worth listening to that French asshole and his oh-so-polite insinuations that I'm sleeping with Dr. Koepenbager.'
Some noise from the magnetics station caught her attention for a second, but after taking a look, she saw that there was no problem. 'He accuses me of sleeping with the professor? At least I'm not Shtuping my 3rd wife on the floor as soon as my work is done. PS: ewww.'
Legard meanwhile was busy feeling up his 5th wife, Mike, on the magnetics station's bench seat. Now that work was done, he had the chance to feel up his hot, 22 year old wife, pulling down her frumpy, lace cotton, shear blouse, and then diving into her boobies. She had her hands inside his tight pants and was fondling his 23 year old, 6 foot dick, which quickly grew to its full 8 inches.
Mike moaned appreciatively as Jules worked her boobies like a pro, moaning passionately and loudly in her sexy soprano. Her man had her blouse open, and the boob mauling he was giving her made her glad she never wore a bra. She fidgeted lightly, soaking her panties, as Jules pulled one hand off of her boobs and unzipped her skirt, which fortunately zipped all the way down, so she didn't have to stop rubbing her bare, moist cunt across the chair. Jules took over that duty from the bench, sticky 2 fingers up her cunt. Mike drew a sharp breath at the intrusion, scooting forward onto his hands while squeezing his 9incher harder as she jacked him, drawing a pleased grunt. Mike couldn't help thinking about her sisters for a second.
At Jules Legard's shateu in Paris, his wife, Claudette, wheeled herself around in the kitchen, preparing her dinner. The maid, Cathy, was upstairs cleaning, and despite her disability, Mrs. Legard had no intention of calling her down just to make a sandwich. She hoisted her 72 year old body up, grabbing the bread from the counter, and then wheeled over to the table. As she made her sandwich, she thought back on her 63 years and was grateful for the strength of character that 12 years in a wheelchair had given her, despite the inconveniences. She could still remember that day when she was 33 and the car accident had robbed her of the use of her legs. Cathy meandered her tight body into the kitchen, wearing only a loose slip to conceal her tight b-cups, her red hair framing her 19 year old face.
"Would you like a sandwich too," asked Claudette, giving her wife an appreciative once over.
"No thanks, I'm good, although later I'm going want some sugar, baby," replied Cathy, leaning down and plunging 2 fingers quickly into Claudette's bare pussy, causing her to jump. "Nothing like your sauce to tide me over while Catarine and Helen are at their graduation," she added, liking Claudette's juices off her fingers. "I still can't believe we finally managed to talk Jules into marrying those two foxes. I tell you, I wanted to hit that since the moment I laid eyes on them. Oh, that's nice," she finished, as Claudy grabbed her from behind, one hand on her cunt, the other caressing her body from behind, as she leaned against the counter.
John and Hans didn't have much to do. The computer's were all set up; their presence was primarily in case of massive failure. Hans was trolling the net for porn on his personal laptop, but John had always thought that was something inappropriate to do at work. Also, one of his friends had been fired for doing it. So instead, he was writing a letter to his wife, who was excited about the baby that was coming next month, and trying to ignore the married couple fucking at the magnetics station, a task not make easier by the hot German teen being a screamer.
"Mein Gott," Mike screamed, as her husband pistoned into and out of her tight cunt, his 12 incher hitting all the right spots. "Do me like that, Just like that!!"
John sighed, and exchanged glances with his girlfriend, Hanneli, who had her hand down her short shorts as she watched porn. John looked back at the screen and hit send on his remote confirmation, finalizing his divorce. He was not making out well, since he was the one who ended it, but at least there were no children involved. He turned and chided Hanne, once again warning her about how this could get them in trouble, which only earned him a small kiss and her thanks for being so concerned for her, before she went right back to frigging herself. John didn't fight too hard, since he knew he would be on the receiving end of her hornyness as soon as they got home.
Antigua was very uncomfortable. She was focused very hard on what she was doing, trying to drown out the others in the room. Seeing that nothing on her board was going red, she picked herself up about 10 inches and then fell back down with a sigh. Joe thrust up at her, looking over her shoulder at the status of his experiment.
The 19 year old professor was thanking his stars for European engineering; he couldn't believe his luck that they required the operators to be fucking for the equipment to work. His equipment was busy number crunching the trajectories from the collision earlier, but he noticed that it was going a bit slow. He grabbed the hot teeny-boper on his lap by the hips and thrust into her harder and faster.
Antigua, for her part, moved back to match him reluctantly, reminding herself that helping out on the project was going to net her a sweet scholarship in a few months when she graduated highschool. She swore she was never going to get into any technical field; it was bad enough having to fuck whichever guy happened to be nearby to get her computer to work. Her dad had made her swear to find someone else to help with that once she was in college; he had 3 other girls to fuck at home whenever they needed appliances.
Antigua's father, Gregory, was at that moment busy thrusting upwards into her younger sister. Rennili was trying to remain still as she video chatted with her boyfriend, Nicle, her shirt on and her bra holding her boobs mostly still, the only sign of the vigorous fucking she was receiving from her dad being the concealed sight of his dick pi stoning into her around her pulled-to-the-side panties.
"Look, Nic, I know you want to do it, but I...Ahh...am saving it for marriage. You agreed to that," Renneli, reminded him. They had talked about this a few times, but she supposed that for boys, it was a big deal. She just wanted their wedding night to be special.
"Honey, I need your help with dinner," a voice called out from downstairs.
"Can you wait a few, mom?" Ranneli cried back, but her dad was already slowuing his thrusts, and her screen was getting dimmer. "Oh, all right," she said, resigned. "I'll have to call you back later, Nic. Dad has to go help mom now. I love you, and I'll see you soon. You'll be by to get me in twenty minutes, right?" she said, and after Nic confirmed there date, she shut down. Her dad thrust a few more times and then came into her hard, completing the shutdown procedure and sending Ranneli into a screaming orgasm. He pulled his still hard, very long and thick cock out of her and headed downstairs, while Ranneli waited for him to leave, then closed her door and stripped down to get ready for her date.
"There you are dear," her mother said and Gregory walked into the kitchen. The counter top was covered in the ingredients for tonight's meal, and she picked up the spatula and stuck her ass out, allowing her husband to pull up her ankle length skirt, rip a hole in her pantyhose, push her panties aside, and thrust his still cunt juice and cum covered cock into her hole, drawing a moan from her and a resounding click from the stove as the starter kicked in. "Be sure to go deep, we wouldn't want things to be under cooked again," she said, as she commenced stirring.
They fucked hard for the next twenty minutes, not missing a beat as first their son, and then their youngest daughter popped in to grab drinks.
The doorbell rang, and Ranneli, wearing a tight tube top and a mini-skirt, ran past them, yelling her goodbyes; their replies were a bit loud, as it was at that point that the food finished. Nic leaned in, getting a clear view of the couple as their climax continued, and yelled hello. Her dad yelled back about being back by 11, and the pair then walked out to Nic's car, Ranneli settling herself onto Nic's hard cock to start the engine, and hoping that Nic wouldn't ruin the night by trying to get he in bed and claim her virginity again...
Now fully clear of the constraining influence of the magnets and the radiation shielding, the strange energy field dissipated into the fabric of space-time.
