carried his rod a full eight inches up her ass. Both screamed simultaneously at the forceful entry.
'GOD!! You're ripping me aparrrrt!'
Woodie's forehead was covered with sweat and he moaned as the girl had been only seconds before. If he had rammed his prick into a raging hot blast furnace, his meat couldn't have felt hotter. If he had closed a vise on his tool, the pressure along his entire dong couldn't have been greater. Hotter and tighter than any pussy he had ever fucked, Woodie held himself upright and clutched Mindy's ample hips for support.
He couldn't say a word he was so lost in the sheer wondrous pleasure of her tight shitter.
Jeff was feeling cheated. Sucking on Mindy's tits had been nice, but he wasn't a tit fancier. He'd never turn down the chance to gently gnaw on one, never. But legs – and what rested at their juncture – were his big turn- on.
Jeff reached under Mindy's shoulders and slowly helped the girl up to her knees again, being careful not to dislodge his friend's cock from Mindy's asshole. Sinking deeply into the springy bed did not aid his cause, but Jeff was persistent and the goal worthwhile.
Woodie instinctively locked his arms around Mindy's trim waist until Jeff wiggled forward to lightly press his own rigid, throbbing prick up to the girl's wet cuntlips.
'Aieee! God, Jeff, stuff it in! Get your great big cock inside me right now! I need yoooou!'
Jeff's equilibrium was a little oft both from the grass and the constantly moving bed on which he knelt. As soon as he could manage, he found Mindy's blood-rigid pussylips and rammed his tool into her well-lubricated cunt.
'Uuuuh!' he gulped as he felt the compression and boiling heat of her twat engulf his cock. He wobbled slightly, then heaved upward, forcing the base of his rod firmly against those trembling cuntlips.
Inside the girl, he could feel Woodie's cock through the thin internal membranes. The tissues seemed tough enough as they both began stroking, short, deliberate movements at first, then with wild abandon as their passions got the better of them.
Drifting on the winds of ecstasy, completely and wonderfully filled with two cocks, Mindy was experiencing erotic pleasures such as she had never before imagined. Her young body seemed to be seized by the throes of perpetual orgasm as one tremendous shudder after another shook her. She could no longer control her motions, she couldn't voice coherent words, but it no longer mattered. All that mattered was the intense joy that rocketed up and down her cunt and asshole. Those twin pillars of man meat gave her more stimulation than any other sex act ever had.
She floated, she drifted, she was tossed on the kaleidoscopic winds of sex until she imagined herself to be a bird. She was a white bird, flapping its wings in a giant gale. As if flying into a hurricane, every fiber of her body was racked, wrenched and touched, but it was a physically gratifying torture of unalloyed happiness that filled her body like water fills a drinking glass.
She was aware of Woodie and Jeff fucking into her cunt and ass, and relishing the superlative friction of their tools inside her, the pressure of their cocks on each other through her inner walls.
Mindy quaked, then she felt the rumblings in her loins take on greater and greater intensity. When both Jeff and Woodie came, their sperm jetted into her twin holes with fiery insistence. It only added to her pleasure. Like lava poised to erupt from a volcano, she sensed a prodigious climax forming in her crotch.
Her clitoris grew in size until it felt as if it would burst apart. Then, without further need of stimulation, Mindy was completely lost in the bewildering paradise of orgasm.
Her mind exploded along with her body, and she screamed, 'Oooooh Chriiiist!' over and over until the electricity racing along her nerves subsided and no longer picked at her brain. The girl slowly relaxed from her cataclysmic orgasm and returned to the world of The Institute.
Mindy collapsed to the side, both men having pulled their pricks out of her. Woodie lay on his back, his prick already a sleeping snake. Jeff sat cross-legged and watched his cock melt like an icicle in the hot sun. He only said, 'What a fuckin' fantastic fuck.'
Mindy curled up, drained of her entire sexual energies and sated enough to want to fall asleep. Her body's tingly feeling was dying as the effects of the grass wore off. But she didn't care. All that mattered was the incomparable fucking she had just received from these two well-hung men. That and she had robbed Michelle of the pleasure of seeing her beg for mercy.
Those thoughts secure in her mind, Mindy fell asleep in the center of the huge bed.
CHAPTER SIX
Mindy worked frantically at the mortar surrounding the cement block. A week's work had worn down the spoon a considerable amount, but she had succeeded in almost completely freeing the block she had chosen to concentrate her efforts on. Mindy was cramped under the bed; it was less than ten inches from the floor to the bottom of the bed. But that very fact gave her an added safety factor.
If Michelle considered the possibility of tunneling through the wall, she would expect the girl to move the bed. By crawling underneath the springs the way she did, Mindy was assured of relative seclusion and privacy from probing eyes. Also, any noise she made would be dulled by the sound-deadening mattress overhead.
Her only fear was that, once the block was removed, she'd find herself in another cell. While the possibility dampened her spirits slightly, she still managed to cheer herself on with the fact that this wall was cooler than the other three. It did not necessarily mean it was an outer wall, but Mindy hoped that it gave her better odds that it led to the outer world and freedom.
Long, rasping noises seemed deafening as she dragged her crude chisel over the mortar. But, in her haste, Mindy didn't care. She ground the spoon handle firmly into the cement. Soon, sparks flying into her face, she managed to remove the last vestige of clinging mortar, Mindy's heart raced in anticipation. This was the moment of truth. If she worked the block out and found only another room, her efforts would have been in vain. A grim, ominous joke and nothing more. If a bright, sunny California day met her eager, questing eyes, she would be vindicated and could escape in a matter of days.
The girl's slender fingers were scraped and chafed by the rough block. It was difficult, but the stubborn block began to move under her frantic pressure. The block oozed out of the wall inch by inch until Mindy could get a good grip on it. With a huge straining of her tired muscles, she removed the block.
Only blackness met her eyes. Mindy almost cried until she noticed that a gentle breeze blew through her tiny portal. A breeze smelling of salt and fish. She carefully peered through the single-block hole and saw the dew- dampened grass and the dull glow of city lights in, the distance. No stars dotted the sky as they did in Denver, but Mindy considered this due to the smog that clung to the Los Angeles air like a barnacle to a ship's hull.
All that truly mattered was that this would be the path out of The Institute.
She carefully slipped the block back into its niche. Satisfied with her work, the girl edged out from under the bed, went to the tiny washbasin and quickly cleaned the grey cement dust from her hands. Taking a deep breath, she tossed herself onto the soft, yielding bed and silently rejoiced in the knowledge that her yellow brick road was in sight. How stupid she had been expecting sunlight when she did not know what time it was. She had somehow imagined that The Institute followed a normal schedule and allowed its inmates to sleep during the nighttime hours.
Possibly some of the inmates did live according to a normal, outer-world time table, but the patrons she'd seen might be cramming their extracurricular activities in after their normal work hours. She was one of the night crew servicing the daytime workers and nighttime revelers.
Mindy's thoughts were interrupted by Michelle's entry into the cell.
'Is my pretty pretty ready for a special treat?' Mindy scowled. She had come to know Michelle in the week – two weeks – she had been a prisoner in The Institute. Whatever the leather woman relished meant acute discomfort or even pain for Mindy.
'If you have something different, yeah. Otherwise, find someone else.'
Mindy knew that Michelle was no longer in a position to brutally punish her as she had done in the first days at The Institute. In some strange way, she realized the higher-ups at The Institute had sided with her against the brutal redhead. Not being able to use her whip as she liked, Michelle was tending more and more to psychological
