Kendra grinned evilly, her left hand passing over the girl's small breasts, scraping over her sensitive nipples, the girl moaning as the contact of Kendra's palm and fingers through the cloth over her nipples, sent spears of pleasure into her, heading unerringly for the girl's plumping, deep pink and moist clitoris.
"Oh fuck," Amy moaned, yet another orgasm forcing her hips forward into contact with another female. "God, what is happening?" Amy thought, somewhere deep in the still-functioning high level part of her brain, but it was rapidly being overwhelmed by both the lizard, pleasure-seeking part of her nervous system, combined with the physical changes being wrought by the massive overload of FIT virus with which Kendra had inoculated her at lunch, through the mechanism of her Diet Coke.
Kendra snaked her other hand down inside Amy's jeans, her hand pushing out the waistband of the thick canvas fabric, Amy sucking in her stomach to allow the woman to invade her most intimate space. Lower and lower Kendra's hand thrust, the heat of Amy's crotch increasing the closer Kendra came to her sweet little pussy. Fingertips racing over the girl's small, trimmed bush, Kendra carefully traced around the girl's clitoris, but even though avoiding the swelling, hot treasure, Amy jerked with pleasure, hot, flowing ecstasy like magma from a volcano burning her with extreme delight.
She drew her head back, staring up at the ceiling, blue eyes glazed and unfocused, she spread her legs, moving her feet farther apart, to give Kendra unfettered and complete access to her cunt.
"Please, touch me," she begged the dark-haired woman. "Stroke me...my pussy, touch my pussy, fuck my pussy...fuck fuck fuck me!" she sobbed, almost crying.
"Like this, baby?" Kendra inquired, her middle finger slowly slipping into Amy's hot and wet slit, her tight little pussy grudgingly allowing the woman's long finger to slip between its slick sides, her other fingers stroking the girl's tremulous puffy labia.
"Yessss," Amy hissed, her eyes opening and staring into Kendra's brown eyes, both pleading and demanding. She wasn't sure what it might be that she needed, she only knew that she teetered on the edge of unbearable pleasure and unending pain of deprivation of that pleasure and ecstasy. "Please..." she moaned.
Kendra's middle finger, seemingly miles long to the ultra-sensitive young blonde, penetrated deep inside Amy's vagina, fucking into her slick, hot wetness, then slowly slipping out, causing Amy to sigh as she felt the emptiness inside her body, the wet digit no longer filling her and sating her hot lust.
"No..." she gasped, then groaned with overwhelming pleasure and delight as Kendra's finger once again penetrated her. "Oh god oh god," Amy whispered, as she felt the orgasm building inside her, stronger than any climax that she'd ever experienced before, strange music filling her being, delightful colors filling her view.
"Oh my god!" Amy shrieked, when finally the climax she'd been missing her entire life hit her, the shock of every nerve ending in her body shorting out, ultimate pleasure and ecstasy her universe. The chambermaid far away down the hallway paused and turned off her vacuum cleaner, listening for more screams of ecstasy, envisioning some young husband pleasuring his new wife, little imagining that greater pleasure could be secured in the arms of another woman.
Her day, too, would come, but this was not it.
Meanwhile, Kendra considered what she would do with her little morsel. "Fuck her, of course," she thought, even as she was busy doing just that, her middle finger now joined by her index finger and ring fingers, the three digits pleasuring and tormenting the girl's surprisingly tight and wet cunt. Even for a new convert to FIT, the girl was amazingly wet, and of course enthusiastic, as all new converts inevitably were.
You would be too, if you were presented with the likelihood of a lifetime of dozens of incredible orgasms daily, from some of the most beautiful women on earth (and in fairness, from some of the ugliest and grossest too, though under these circumstances you wouldn't care about that), but Amy excelled at cumming, her hips rocking and writhing as each new bolt of electric pleasure tore through her.
Kendra considered further, though, how she would deal with the sexually inebriated young girl after she tired of Amy - which, given Kendra's years of experience as a FIT member, and her high position in its Business Division, would probably be no more than a day. "Kill her or leave her to seed another area?" she thought.
She didn't have any grudge against the girl, anticipated that the next twelve hours or so with her would be delightful, and actually enjoyed talking to the little nymph, and so decided that she would leave the girl in New Mexico to further FIT's efforts there, and to eliminate whatever males she could get away with killing, starting with her "boyfriend."
"Yeah, he's going to get a little surprise when, seconds after his ugly cock fucks Amy, her knife is going to fuck him," she thought, smiling. Amy would turn out to like the idea too.
"I'll be long gone by then, busy in Los Angeles promoting the Veloton Fit project rollout," she thought, then decided to return to the serious business of fucking Amy and ensuring her total conversion to a FIT member.
FIT women, or Females Inherit Terra as the members themselves knew the group, had a serious responsibility to ensure that all their converts - all those women and girls who they had infected with the FIT virus - were aware of their new responsibilities in life. Otherwise they would become misfires, women haphazardly infecting other women and murdering males with no particular purpose, drawing attention to the world war in progress - that of FIT against all males, and to a lesser extent, against the deranged lesbians of the group called Pax Terra.
"Let's relieve you of these uncomfortable jeans and blouse, shall we, baby?" Kendra asked rhetorically, the girl already responding, furiously unbuckling her leather belt, unsnapping the copper button and shimmying the faded jeans down her slim young thighs, her wet panties following. Kendra looked at the girl's cunt, hot and enflamed, her pussy lips a dark red, her clit, now exposed, a deeper red, and small clear drops of her sweet, peachy lubrication caught in the soft, curly hairs of her neat but tiny bush.
She had a small tattoo of a bluebird just above her pubic bush. "How pretty," Kendra thought, though she herself would never bother with such adornments.
"To what end?" she thought. "To attract a lover? Just not a problem these days," she sniggered.
"And the blouse," she reminded the girl, her lower body completely naked, as she had kicked off her cute little sneakers.
"Oh yeah," Amy giggled. "Are you gonna play with my nipples?" she asked Kendra, her eyes adoring. "You can do whatever you want..."
"Go lie on the bed, play with yourself," she told Amy, watching the girl's sweet little buttocks as she walked enticingly to the bed, her short, curly blonde hair making her look like a young boy, her hot little wide ass showing that she was all woman. Kendra began undressing leisurely, unbuttoning her designer blouse and slacks, and carefully arranging them on the chair at the room's desk.
Then unhooking and removing her bra and panties, similarly setting them on the desk surface, and turning and presenting her quite lovely body towards the college girl. The wide plank floor, glossy as though newly varnished but clearly at least a hundred years old, creaked as she approached the bed. Amy's right hand was busy between her legs, her left massaging her breasts, her eyes opening and closing rhythmically as the pleasure became too much, then orgasming and recovering, all within seconds.
"I'll bet she's cum at least a half dozen times in the few minutes that she's been on that bed," Kendra considered. "I'm glad I'm not going to kill her, it would be a waste to destroy such enthusiasm."
"Have you ever had your pussy licked, darling?" asked Kendra, as she moved over to the bed to gaze down at the writhing young slut, her fingers a blur between her legs.
