In all this action there is a feeling of fantasy, incredible harmony in which girls live.

- Well, what can you say? - Remdyonok whispers, nervously gulping air. His eyes burn with a sickly sheen, his hands tremble with excitement.

“Well, what can I say,” I smile. - If it is an illusion, then very beautiful.

5

From the very beginning, Remdyonok and his colleagues intensively investigated the properties of the cube. In one of the experiments, scientists installed a mechanical probe on a platform lift. The robot dropped balls of ice at intervals of two minutes. So scientists hoped to find out if there is a connection between our world and reality in a cube.

- If the ice accidentally penetrates into another dimension, it will melt almost immediately. We will not break anything, and the girls will not notice foreign objects, - Sasha is scratching his nose, smiling wistfully.

Balls of ice fly freely down, disappear in neon light, piercing it to land in a plastic bag in a second under a cube.

Suddenly, after three hours of testing, one of the balls fell on the front lawn.

“You should have seen our faces when it happened!” - Remdyonok restrained and excited. It is unclear whether he is happy or afraid. - We continued the experience, accelerated the flow of ice and soon discovered that every half an hour a five-second window opens in a cube - a connection with our world. Every eighty-five minutes and forty seconds, to be exact.

We sit in the lookout, discussing the results of recent research. A consilium of five scientific luminaries falls down for exhaustion. They were driven at night to a protected facility, forced to work. General irritation is replaced by nervous laughter. Girls in latex do not allow men to concentrate. Theories and assumptions do not interest anyone. The main question is where did the tokamak Globus-M go? And these lesbians in BDSM costumes run out every two hours on the front lawn, licking and sucking. And then they fuck like devils in their house.

Senior Researcher Svyatoslav Bogomir is skeptical about girls in latex:

- Why do we always see events in a cube, as a window into another dimension? - he frowns under his thick-rimmed glasses. - Perhaps the cube is just the result of a sick imagination.

“It seemed to me that we had already excluded the theory of mass hypnosis,” Remdyonok looks at me significantly in search of support. I nod. “Besides, how do you explain the physical connection that arises between our worlds?” No, I think we are positively dealing with an absolutely real world that exists in another dimension.

The debate is interrupted by the voice of the assistant from the switch:

- Alexander Dmitrievich, two minutes before the opening of the portal.

“Thank you,” Remdyonok jumps. We follow him, we come close to the viewing window.

Opposite the cube lined up a small audience: employees of research institutes, riot police, guards. Everyone wants to watch the ice ball fall on the front lawn.

The countdown begins, people’s views are focused on the ice balls leaving the mechanical dipstick. They disappear in the neon light to materialize in a second under the cube in a second.

One-two-three ... Every second is imbued with the desire of a person for the unknown.

There are only a few moments left, and here it is the long-awaited ball of ice, galloping across the grass.

The girls are at home at this moment. They do not see ice, they do not know our thoughts, they do not feel the eyes of others. They are divorced from reality, from us, by an invisible window in five seconds, with a bridge connecting the place and time of two worlds.

At this point, one of the riot police jumps over the fence, jump, and now he lands on the front lawn.

Another ice ball flies into the cube and falls into the bag below.

The window slammed shut.

6

The first seconds are all silent, watching the guy in black boots, camouflage pants, and jacket. He looks around, looking our way, grinning. The guy looks about twenty-five. This is a short-haired athlete, carved out of granite, a stern face with a brick. He takes off his jacket, remains in a white T-shirt, which fits tightly the bulging muscles on his chest and arms. Preparing, apparently, to meet with lesbians.

We froze in horror. Shock, the unreality of what is happening has plunged all of us into painful insanity. The white door of the house opens, a blonde in latex slowly emerges onto the lawn. With an uncertain gait, she approaches the OMON fighter. Behind appears brown hair. Both girls are silent, looking at the stranger. He raises his hands, showing that he came with the world. The guy smiles, says something that we can not hear.

He was sick of life in a gray city, in gray apartments of gray panel houses. I think each of us perfectly understands his simple desire to get to girls who live without male affection.

The blonde approaches the guy without words. On her face, a lustful expression that we understand is frozen. She puts her hand on the boy's pants, and we all sigh to our envy. The guy guessed the mood in a cube, was not afraid to carry out what we only dreamed of. Brown-haired man comes in from behind, kisses a guy on the neck. Together the two girls wrap their hands around the big man, rub their feet against him. The guy pulls the blonde buffer from the corset, eagerly sticks to the nipples. He has nothing to be ashamed of. Looking in our direction, he smirks. Leads the language of dark halos. Only now the mouth of Marilyn, as we managed to christen the blonde, opens. She gasps excitedly. The guy touches the ring in the collar with his finger, pulls the girl down. Brown-haired already pulled off his pants. White panties fall to the ankles. He has a thick long cock, quickly bullying, exposing himself in the head. Pink eggs with two nuts colorfully hang down, sway. The brown-haired palms stroke the white buttocks, the blonde obediently drops herself on the knees in front of the guy, sticks her lips to the scrotum.

The people in the pavilion look at each other dubiously, no one expected such a grievance from Lehi Kartuzov - that is the name of the guy. He kisses a brown-haired woman, their tongues beat a tap on the eyes of the academic council, brothers in arms, guards.

Member Lehi sticks out at an angle of forty-five degrees, it is a long powerful tool that will not let the girls get bored in the next day. How to know how much Lech will take? But the sex marathon is guaranteed for him. Hungry bitches in latex finally pull off all his clothes.

The blonde sucks dick, two hands massaging eggs, brown-haired woman continues to work with the tongue, rubbing in from behind.

Suddenly, the tongue of the blonde is stretched by twenty centimeters and a noose loops around the penis and scrotum at the root. The brown-haired woman’s tongue is as long as a stranglehold. He wheezes, clutching his hands over the head of the blonde, trying to tear her from the member. Lech folds in half, falls to the ground, trying to escape from the dead grip of the brown-haired woman, who jumped on him from behind, clasped her legs. She clutched her tongue in a bull neck, tightening the noose. The guy wheezes, quickly turns blue, his bulging eyes look to the sky. He can not escape from the dead grip, beating in agony on the ground. She kicks off Marilyn, but she clutched her groin with her tongue - not to tear her off.

Suddenly, the groin of a guy breaks loose. The member with the scrotum flies to the side, leaving a smooth maroon wound to gap between the legs. She seems to have burned with saliva. Blood does not flow, Lyokha’s arms are still unsuccessfully twitching around a brown-haired head.

Marilyn, meanwhile, runs into the house and returns with a staple. She darns a ragged wound between Lehi's legs. Finally, the brown-haired girl lets go of the guy, and he crawls along the grass towards the bushes. Lech looks around in horror, shouts something, feeling himself between his legs. He tries to get up on his feet, but then he falls either exhausted or under the influence of an incomprehensible drug.

We no longer envy Löhe. What happens next ... Read more →