When the sisters first latched onto her swollen teats, Sophia noticed their shameful apprehension. Such hesitation was only natural, but once they started suckling, their lips greedily latched on. Their tongues swirled around the base of Sophia's engorged nipples, relishing the taste of her luscious milk. Each nub was more sensitive, and receptive, to the slightest touch now that she was away from the farm, and divorced from routine milking.
Milky weight swelled in her volleyball sized, lactating breasts. All it took was a simple squeeze, a kneading tug, and spurts of warm nectar jettisoned into each of her sisters mouths. Their lips were smooth against her supple flesh, and both of them guzzled the seemingly endless bounty of creamy sustenance, determined to milk her dry.
As jets of warm milk flowed forcefully from her teats, Sophia felt a surge of perverse pleasure building in her loins. Charged hormones ensured that every rub and caress was keenly felt, the sheer bliss of putting her delicate baby feeders to their intended use was nearly enough to bring her to climax. The rest of her body reacted to the arousal. Her folds were wet with anticipation, and she fought back a stifling cry while trying to keep herself from rubbing her nether lips.
Sophia's areolae's were firm as they relented their giving pressure. Gradually the weight of her buoyant sacks were drained to dryness. Their heavy weight slowly fading away, leaving them softer and with a bit more sag than when they started. It's was no small relief, having the pressure finally relinquished, and Sophia let out a long deserved sigh as the last trickles were suckled away.
As both sisters unlatched from her, splotches of fresh cream remained. More than anything, Sophia wanted a soft padded brazier to comfort her softened flesh. An air of awkward tension remained in the room, causing her exposed nipples to tingle. As the last droplets of sustenance spooled from each teat, the tingling sensation sent a shudder through her entire body, and Sophia clenched her hands against the leather seat until it passed.
Valorie had been watching with her chin resting in the palm of her hands, clearly enjoying the spectacle. At some point Joscelyn awoke from her massage, and ordered her own freshmen to pleasure her while watching. She was still in the middle of an orgasm, when Sophia was ready to leave. A brief conversation later, Sophia put on her uniform and Valorie escorted her from the room.
She never got the chance to return to the dorms. She hardly made it three feet from the private room in the gymnasium before running into another Rachelle senior.
Moira Rodrick stood over six feet tall with an empowering aura surrounding her. Her wavy brown hair was decorated in purple highlights along the tips, and dark red lipstick complemented her chocolate colored skin.
Sophia couldn't help but notice the seniors uniform was several sizes too small. Her dark oval nipples were in full view, her areola's puffy and sensitive. The short skirt barely covered her camel toe, which the thong clutched with relish.
"Ah, Sophia! It's so good to see you. I trust you had a good time with one of our most esteemed artists?" Moira looked over to Valorie with a pleasing smile. The way Moira stood, with a hand on her hip, made her seem like a predator eying her next meal. An aura of pure feminine power emanated from her presence. Like a moth to a flame, Sophia felt an urge to get closer.
"She held her composure like a champ," Valorie seemed proud. Standing next to Sophia, the artist stood seemingly relaxed.
Moira wouldn't draw her eyes away from Sophia.
"Good, because I have another order for her." Moira noticed the way Sophia slouched at the suggestion. "Don't worry, it's the last one for tonight."
"What do you want me to do?" Sophia stepped forward. Her legs were shaking, and her throat felt dry. There were butterflies in her stomach.
"Strip, and have a good workout." Moira's voice was sharp as a knife, as thunderous as a hammerblow.
Sophia eyes shot open in shock. She looked around, the gymnasium was packed with students. The ratio between men and women was surprisingly even, even in the weight room section there were just as many sorority girls as fraternity studs trying to build up a sweat. Looking up Sophia could see their were several women running along the track on the second story, around the open floor in the center of the building.
She wants me to workout…naked? The idea sent a jolt of lighting through her stomach, and a flutter in her groin. Blood rushed to her tender folds, as if in response to her growing lust. Her heart thudded violently beneath her breast, and sweat raced down her cleavage. Fat beads of sweat strolled along the curvature of her voluptuous mounds, and dripped along bottom of her exposed underboobs.
"Don't look at me like that," Moira couldn't help but smile. "I heard from a very reliable source that you're not a fan of the uniform anyway. In that case, I'm giving you a reprieve. You should be thanking me. In fact I want you to thank me."
It wasn't explicitly an order, but Sophia knew it might as well be. "Thank you," her words were thick.
"Good girl, now go ahead and strip." Moria brushed her hair back as she delivered the order.
Sophia looked around again, noticing some of the people on nearby treadmills looking at her. "Here…now?" She supposed it didn't matter, but asked the question reflexively.
Moira nodded. "Yes, don't make me repeat myself."
Slowly, Sophia reached up to the seam of her top. Her fingers twitched as she undid the flat rounded button at the base of her collarbone. Once free, the garment slid from her shoulders, exposing her bare chest for all to see. Next came her skirt, stockings, and shoes. She saved the thong for last, the hairs between her legs tingled from the cool and sweaty air. Sophia trimmed her pubic hair every few weeks, but rarely fully shaved.
One of the other freshmen collected your garments off the floor. Instantly, eyes glommed onto them, both in fascination and stunned disbelief. One of the men running on the treadmills missed a step, and quickly fell flat onto the machines running belt with at thud. Sophia could practically year his teeth shattering as he was flown back to skid on the floor.
He wasn't the only one to stumble in the middle of a workout.
Nearby a pair of students were bench pressing a rather large load of weights. An older student was helping the younger sorority girl by spotting for her. Sophia had seen her before, the girl was slightly shorter with short curly hair and was stunningly muscular. Her tanned skin glistened with sweat, and her breasts were small yet perfectly formed. She always wore a form fitting tank top and spandex shorts, and Sophia was desperately curious to know more about her.
The guy helping her lift the weights seemed desperate as well, but his focus was purely drawn on Sophia's own naked body. So much so he failed to notice his charge was squirming underneath the barbells weight.
Sophia swallowed, she looked down at her naked body. She felt gross, having just been milked dry and hoped her breasts didn't look too saggy.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Moira asked sarcastically. "I'll give you an hour, then you can put on your uniform and return to the dorms."
Sophia didn't know it, but the fresh tattoo on her back was glowing with velvet hues. If not for the bandage everyone would notice.
Just before she took a step toward the main gym floor, someone else approached. Fair skinned, and layered in muscle, the man looked more akin to a professional body builder than an average student. He lengthy brown hair overshadowed a stony patrician face, and narrow blue eyes.
"Um…excuse me?" Sophia found herself stuttering while looking up at the muscled mountain in front of her. Blood rushed to her throbbing pearl just looking at him.
"Oh, forgive me. This here is Lysander, he'll act as your personal body guard. Don't worry he's reliable, and will make sure no one touches you while you enjoy your workout…unless you want them too of course." Moira strolled a finger up Lysander's bicep, to which he shrugged off quickly. In truth, he seemed annoyed being there. He did look over Sophia with a glint in his eye, but kept his composure.
"Can I trust him?" Sophia couldn't help but notice the mammoth sized python bulging in his gym shorts. Her heart skipped a beat, then began to throb. A knot formed in her stomach, and her loins began to sob. Thin trickles of earning drooled down her inner thighs as her eyes grew fixated at his groin.
Moira noticed, and strolled behind her like a ghost in the night. She then rested her chin along Sophia's shoulder, and reached around to brush her breast, rubbing a thumb over her erect nipple. "You can trust him more than anyone else here, I assure you. Now get out there and show off the goods." She lightly tapped her rear cheek to motive Sophia forward.
Walking through the gymnasium, her naked splendor offered a show for everyone to watch. Just a few steps behind her, Lysander's shadow followed. Every few seconds someone would try to approach, only to be forced aside. Sometimes with a glance, others with a swift push. Only a few in the entire gymnasium were as large as Lysander, and they kept a respectful distance.
"Stupid crazy bitches," Sophia grumbled as she made her way to the dumbbell collection at the far end of the gymnasium. She feared she would be working out alone, and with plenty of space for all to see. Instead, she was surprised to find several other women nearby, and they remained close. A few were Rachelle's, albeit a year or two older. Together they helped shield her from view, or at least create a buffer between her and the other horny male students.
Sophia looked over, a thankful tear strolling down her cheek, and reached out to pick up one of the twenty pound dumbbells. As she leaned over to do a set of barbell rows, Sophia was thankful for the sisters around her watching her back, and the shadow behind them acting as their guard. When she looked up, and over her shoulder, she noticed Lysander had his back turned. Evidently, Moira might've been right, maybe he could be trusted to some degree?
That didn't stop the occasional flash from cell phone cameras, particularly coming from overhead on the second floor, but Sophia continued the workout while trying to ignore them.
Sophia supposed that Moira hadn't told her specifically what to do, only to build up a sweat. She kept that in mind, going over an older prescribed workout that she kept from memory.
Burpee's, dumbbell cleans and overhead presses, and finally a thousand single under jump ropes was more than enough to lather her skin with sweat. After that it was a simple matter of staying away from all the other horny students until the hour was complete. She continued with pull ups, push ups, and sit up until then.
As a final workout, just to show off to Lysander to see if he would actually turn around and watch her, Sophia completed a full set of hand stand push ups. Her breasts dangled against her cheeks as she lifted herself up and down with controlled strength. The muscles in her biceps bulged, her shoulders throbbed, and her core muscles clenched with lustful vigor.
That had been enough. Lysander peered toward her, his eyes fascinated by her bulging stomach muscles and plump breasts, but he kept still even as his erection nearly ripped through his pants.
Landing squarely on her feet, Sophia pulled her blonde hair back, and strolled towards the main entryway where her clothes were waiting. Just as she reached them, she couldn't help but wonder why she had enjoyed being naked so much. Everyone's eyes remained locked onto her sweaty athletic frame, and her womanly curves. They were admiring every square inch of her, even some of the women had stopped to gander. It made Sophia feel wanted, beautiful even. More so, it made her feel desired.
"Would you like me to escort you back to your dorm?" Lysander asked with a rich hunters accent. She recognized it, having been to the Hunters District on dairy deliveries quite often. It was surprisingly attractive to hear, and it made her hands clammy.
"Sure," Sophia whispered while putting on her underwear. "That would be nice."