MANUEVERS part 2
by Witchman
19 year old college sophomore Wendy Barrios, AKA Pvt. Barrios, was puzzled.
Her buddy and bestie Brenda had been acting spacey and weird ever since the previous weekend’s field exercises; when Wendy had found Brenda asleep with the flag draped over her ample breasts.
It had not been until they got back to the barracks that Wendy had noticed just how damp her friend’s cammies had been.
Damp with womanly arousal.
Whenever she asked what had happened, Brenda would always say that she just fell asleep.
That explanation would have made more sense had Brenda’s hair not been tousled all over the place, nor had her crotch been so soaked in lady lust.
It did not make any sense.
Then again, neither did Tompkinsville.
A mix of Mexican and Mexican Indian, Wendy had grown up in East Harlem in NYC.
By the time she graduated high school, she had already developed into a 36C; her jet black hair smartly cut just above shoulder length, her skin a bright copper that turned darker in the summer, a pleasant look with her dark eyes and fair figure.
Wendy had given up all hope of ever finding enough money for college when the brochure from Tompkinsville College arrived in the mail; promising four years free room and board in exchange for ing the local National Guard.
That was one of the first puzzling things. When was the last time anyone had gotten an information package about a college by mail?
The Tompkinsville National Guard was another thing. While d with the state, it was not a traditional ROTC program or something like that, but more like a local reserve.
Wendy was relieved to know that she would not be required to perform compulsory military service, and was desperate to escape her environment; not wanting to spend her college years as she had her high school ones; cliques of black and brown people all hating on each other.
Then there was Tompkinsville College.
Not wanting to wait for the fall, Wendy had gone to college right after graduation.
Despite modern amenities, the college and town were like something out of the 1980s.
Desktop computer and internet use on campus was limited and restricted, and cellphones and laptops were seldom seen, either.
Wendy had thought that the campus tour guide had been joking, but it was common knowledge on campus that such devices were easily and often hacked; either for compromising photos or to have mind control software and cameras installed in them.
Cellphone service was provided by local companies, but the town and college still had working, and free, public telephones.
It was also common knowledge that teachers and students often engaged in relationships.
It had taken Wendy a few weeks to get used to using textbooks and writing in script, but, when she did, she noticed how much different she felt about a lot of things.
It was fun to have a personal writing style, and to go to the library and see and smell old books.
Then there was Tompkinsville. Despite having a strip club, massage parlor, adult boutique, and some type of hypnosis wellness center on practically every street, the streets were clean and graffiti free, as were the public parks and restrooms.
The busses were electric, and there was even a trolley system.
It didn’t make sense. How could a place be so clean and dirty at the same time?
Then there was her body. The food was great, and Wendy had never been so taut and firm in her life.
Now, the summer was drawing to an end, and she was going to be a junior.
Wendy could not help but wonder. With all the sexual shenanigans that happened in Tompkinsville, had Brenda had sex in the woods or something?
Friday night finally rolled around, and Wendy was surprised when Brenda approached her and asked to hang out together.
Wendy agreed, hoping to finally figure out what had happened to her friend.
She was even more surprised when Brenda had suggested a walk in the woods at night.
Had it been anywhere else, the idea of two beautiful women walking alone in the woods at night without a phone would be almost inconceivable, but Tompkinsville had a very odd crime rate.
Crimes of ion, infidelity, public indecency and indecent exposure were rampant, but rape and sexual assaults rarely happened.
The Tompkinsville police force were always on patrol as well, although Wendy could not help but notice how hot all the officers were.
Despite its brazen sexual atmosphere, Wendy felt safer in the off-campus woods at night than she ever did on a city street.
Wendy was puzzled by Brenda’s appearance.
Her busty bestie was wearing a bodice type of outfit, like a witch without a hat, and she was wearing large hoop earrings and arm bracelets.
She was wearing make up too, while Wendy felt kind of frumpy in her matching black long sleeve two piece.
“Where are we going, anyway?” she asked her friend, who seemed to have a sort of dreamy look on her face.
“Back to where it happened,” Brenda replied, her voice oddly heavy and husky.
“But Brenda, curfew is at midnight! And we have a patrol tomorrow morning!” Wendy protested.
“Don’t worry, I gave Sgt. Moore a blowjob. We can stay out all night,” Brenda shrugged.
Wendy blinked, and stopped walking. “Brenda, Sgt. Moore is a woman,” she said.
Brenda shrugged again. “So I just licked more. Come on, it’s over this way.”
Wendy’s heart was pounding. She had always considered herself bi, and had long longed for the taste of her best friend’s pussy, but Brenda had never displayed any sort of interest in that at all.
As they walked deeper into the woods, it was only the full moon that lit their way now.
After a while, they smelled it. “Campfire,” Wendy said, nodding towards the northeast.
Brenda nodded. “This way, then,” she said.
The two beautiful women ed through some heavy and thick brambles before they found the source of the smell.
At the bottom of a small incline was a large campfire burning.
After a moment, the two women noticed the large incense sticks that were also burning in strategic locations around the fire.
Wendy blinked, her nose wrinkling and the frankly sexy smell, but Brenda was already beginning to swoon.
“Brenda, what’s happening?” she whispered, not sure why she was doing that since they were apparently alone.
As though someone heard, suddenly a faint drumming sound could be heard coming from the woods on the other side of the fire.
Wendy’s eyes widened when she saw a sexy and matronly older redheaded witch slowly stride towards the fire.
“I am Serena, the witch of the woods. Come to me, all who have wandered here and fallen under my spell. Come to me...come to me...come to me...” she said aloud.
After a moment, a nude and aroused male and female couple entered the sensual scene and stood closer to the bedazzling witch.
“I am Colin. This is my wife, Tara. We got a flat tire near here and stopped by to ask for help. Since then, we have been part of Serena’s coven.”
The older woman nodded. “Come to me!” she said again, louder this time.
Now, a sexy and nude strawberry blonde young woman entered the scene.
Placing her hand under the young woman’s chin, Serena looked into her eyes. “Who are you?” she asked.
“ I am Ciara. My parents promised me a year’s free tuition at school were I to spend a night in the woods alone. They did this knowing I would find your house and fall under your spell,” the excited young woman replied, gesturing towards Tara and Colin.
Wendy gasped. “Holy shit,” she said aloud, but Brenda continued to stare dreamily at the sexy older witch.
Kissing the young woman full on the lips, Serena then nodded towards Tara and Colin, and Ciara stood beside them.
Serena called again. “Come to me!” she said.
Now a young and well hung twenty-something white male walked towards the fire.
“Who are you?” Serena asked.
“I am Kevin. I got lost in the woods during the first week of school. I stopped by your house to ask for directions. Then I found them.”
Serena smiled, fondly fondling Kevin’s mesmerized manhood.
“Come to me!” Serena called again, and now a naked couple walked towards the fire.
“Who are you?” Serena asked, smiling as she looked at his massive member.
Brenda grunted, and Wendy noticed that her friend smelled like pussy.
“Who are you?” Serena asked.
“ I am Bruce, and this is my girlfriend Sandy. We were camping in the woods when we heard you singing. We followed your voice to your home and pussy,” the man replied.
Serena gestured, and the sexy couple ed the others around the fire.
Now Serena turned towards Wendy and Brenda’s direction. “Come to me!” she shouted.
Slowly, Brenda began to walk out of the heavy brush that had concealed the two of them, walking an slow and dream like state.
“Brenda, what are you doing?” Wendy exclaimed, but Brenda could not hear her.
Now it was Brenda standing in front of Serena. “Who are you?” she asked.
“ I am Brenda. I was on maneuvers here last weekend when I saw Bruce and Sandy. They took me, then took me to you,” she replied, her voice heavier and huskier now.
Serena gestured, and now Bruce and Sandy were disrobing Brenda, and Wendy put a hand over her mouth, moaning as she enviously watched Sandy kissing, licking, and sucking Brenda’s breasts.
The same ones of which Wendy herself had fantasized.
Now the others were dancing around the fire, the unseen drumbeat faster now.
There was more kissing, licking, sucking, and stroking too, and Wendy found herself moaning louder now, watching as her best friend was getting fucked doggy style while sexually simultaneously licking Sandy’s pussy.
Wendy’s hand was in her pussy now, which was getting wetter with each ing moment.
Suddenly, Serena turned towards her again, and called out “Come to me,” only slower now, sexier.
“Come to meeeee. Come to meeeee. Come to meee,” she said, erotically undulating her body, her bewitching bosom bouncing, beads and bracelets jingling.
Wendy’s jaw dropped slightly, as her body moved forward a little.
“Come to me.”
Shaking her head, but taking another step closer, Wendy eyes widened. “What is happening?” she thought to herself.
“Come to meeeee.”
Another step, and then another. Wendy’s rock hard nipples and clit were pulling her towards the sinful sex orgy.
Now she was in front of Serena, her eyes wide as the sexy senior sorceress stared into them.
“Who are you?” Serena asked.
“I..I’m Wendy,” she said, her breath catching in her throat.
“What are you doing here?” Serena said, taking Wendy’s chin in her hand.
“I..Brenda,” Wendy stammered, feeling herself swooning as a slight shift in the night wind blew incense over her befuddled body.
Serena nodded knowingly, then leaned in and kissed Wendy deeply.
For a brief moment, Wendy stiffened, then succumbed with a sigh, sinking into the knowing arms of Serena.
Wendy lost track of time and her clothes, and was now in a 69 with Serena.
Somewhere in the mesmerizing mix, Wendy found herself on her hands and knees in front of Brenda, who was in a similar position, now being taken doggy style by Colin, whose wife and daughter were now in a threesome with Serena.
Kevin was now fucking Wendy from behind, filling her so completely.
Fucking the two women so hard, Colin and Kevin slowly edged the two women closer and closer to each other, until they were a just a tongue’s length away from reaching each other’s mouths.
When the two women’s mouths finally met, Colin and Kevin pushed harder, forcing the women’s mouths against each others.
The two women came as they kissed, their lady lust dripping down onto the sexually soiled soil under their feet.
The erotic orgy lasted long into the night.
Sgt. Moore blushed as she saw Wendy and Brenda laughing as they walked back to the barracks well after curfew.
“Kids these days,” she sighed.