Spice up Amy's meal

Turning back to Amy, I saw her panting a bit, blushing, and spending a little too much time with the plastic spoon in her mouth after scooping up some "mashed potatoes".

"Hey Amy," I got her attention and she looked at me somewhat inquisitively. "those potatoes look kinda bland."

She shrugged. "That's school lunch for you."

I nodded. "I might have something that will make it taste better."

She cocked an eyebrow. I was about to put the limits of these pheromones to the test. I had done it in a classroom, and a gymnasium, but not an entire cafeteria full of students. If my scent worked as intended, anyone I was attracted to would be jealous and anyone I wasn't attracted to would just ignore what was happening.

I stood up and walked around to where Nikki was just a moment ago and lifted my skirt, revealing my rock hard member. Since Amy was sitting down and I was standing, my new cock was right next to her face. She looked at it with awe and desire in her hazel eyes.

"O-oh." She was a simple but smart girl, she knew what I was planning on spicing her meal up with the moment she saw my glistening rod. "C-can I suck it out?" She asked honestly. Either she had been driven completely nuts with lust from getting a double dose of pheromones in one day, or she was much more forward when it came to sexual matters than I thought.

"No." I replied and watched as she whimpered a bit. I was going to say yes, but I remembered how she managed to click her pen with her tongue earlier, and how hot that was. "But," her face lit up a little, "I'll let you lick it."

Without any hesitation, she immediately flung her head forward, tongue out. She dragged her pink, wet tongue along the bottom of my shaft and toward the tip in a fast but intense motion and then did it one more time. I felt her hot breath on my crotch as she sighed with satisfaction and **** need. I didn't think I would ever stop loving the way it seemed like they needed my cock, like it was a grand banquet after a famine.

My redheaded friend slid her tongue along the shaft a few more times before retreating her tongue back into her mouth, seemingly only to get it coated in a new layer of saliva, and then quickly sticking it back out to lap at the tip of my penis. The feeling was amazing, and her tongue-work was so intense that I was pretty sure I actually could get off to this. I was planning on eventually letting her suck me, but now I was pretty sure I didn't need it. I might have needed a little encouragement though.

"Amy, let me see your tits." Her eyes fluttered up to meet mine, seemingly as a means of letting me know that she understood while her tongue was busy swirling around the tip of my cock. Her hands reached down to the hem of her grey t-shirt, and she lifted it up over her chest. She wasn't wearing a bra, which I was happy to see, but she had a fairly modest chest, probably a b-cup at most. She did have very cute bright pink nipples though, and her chest was lightly freckled.

Seeing my best friend's breasts finally after all of these years was amazing to behold. I even reached down with my hand to grab at the soft flesh. I was happy to find that her skin was very smooth and her breasts were downy and delightful. Now that I could see her chest, and feel it along with her tongue on my rod, I was finally beginning to feel an orgasm coming.

"Stop." I said breathily and she obeyed, pulling herself away from the throbbing dick wistfully. I started stroking it rapidly with my hand, keeping my eyes trained on her petite breasts as well as her face, which looked hungry and ****. Both of these images drove me over the edge, and I began to cum directly onto her lunch tray.

Thick ropes of creamy spunk flew from my tip and splattered over her food, coating it in a new glaze of my own homemade sauce.

"Eat it." I ordered after my ejaculation had finished. Without any hesitation Amy grabbed her spoon and began to dig into the pile of "mashed potatoes" with its new layer of white gravy. When she finally closed her lips around it, she let out a loud hum of satisfaction before swallowing it. She continued this pattern, getting a new spoon or fork-full of her food and practically orgasming every time it entered her lips.

I returned to my seat and watched with satisfaction as my best friend ate my cum and enjoyed every bite. I also peered around the area to find that many of the attractive girls around us were watching with jealous looks.

"Wow, that looks tasty." One said, hazily.

"Right? Wish I could have some."

"She even got to lick it."

I smiled to myself as I put my softening member away. Jacquelin was also smiling at the sight.

"All done." Amy sighed as she finished off the last of her tray. "That was delicious." Lucidity was already beginning to return to her face.

"Thanks." I winked at her.

"Welcome to the harem." Jacqueline said and chuckled softly.

Amy smiled. "Oh is that what's going on? Sweet. How many have you got?" She nodded to me. I enjoyed the casualness with which she referred to a harem of sex slaves.

"Let's see, I got my sister this morning..."

"Hot."

I continued, "...then Miss Kasumi in class."

"Whoa, is that why she dragged you into her office?" Amy asked.

"Yep, she couldn't keep herself off of me." I bragged and puffed out my chest confidently. "Then I got Trish by accident, then Jacky here as well as her sister."

Jacquelin waved to Amy and smiled.

"Then my sister just got me three of her friends, and now I have you."

"Wow, you've got a lot. I think that's like, nine total."

"All in a day's work." I said as I stretched my arms.

"It's a shame we couldn't get Nikki. She's missing out, man." Amy said, glancing over at the empty spot next to her.

I was reminded of the voice in my head. "I get the feeling she will come around eventually." I said before taking a gulp of water to refresh myself. Jacquelin watched me do it and seemed pleased to see me drink it. Amy didn't seem to care. That was odd.

My mind began to wander and I considered my next class. I couldn't really think of anyone in the class I was particularly interested in converting to my harem. The teacher was hideous, and a guy, so certainly not him. I would probably just end up snoozing through it like usual.

"Anyone else on the agenda?" Jacquelin asked, breaking the brief silence.

"Nobody else at school yet. My boss at work is the only planned person left for today"

"She's such a biiiitch though!" Amy exclaimed. She worked at my job before me and quit shortly after I arrived.

"That's exactly why she needs an attitude adjustment." I grinned.

"Oh shit, I better break up with my boyfriend now." Amy said suddenly and retrieved her phone. In my mind I jumped with joy at hearing her say that.

"I've already broken up with mine." Jacquelin said. "He was pissed, kinda funny though."

"Your dick-sucking skills are better used on me anyway." I said and she blushed at the compliment.

"And done!" Amy said, putting her phone back away. "Any other changes you want us to make while we're at it? Like, do you want us to move in with you or what?"

I briefly thought about the idea of nine or more women suddenly crashing at my tiny house, and then imagined all of them piled on top of my twin-size bed. The image was comical.

"Naw, my house isn't nearly big enough for that." I admitted. "I'll just crash at your places when I want. As for other stuff…" I eyed their wardrobe choices. Amy had her classic but simple style, and Jacquelin's was more sophisticated, being a punky goth outfit, but still not very revealing, "... wear more revealing clothes from now on. Don't even worry about whether or not you'll get in trouble for it, it will be fine."

"You got it, babe." Amy said.

"Sure thing." Jacquelin nodded.

"And tell your sister the same thing." I said to Jacquelin. "In fact, tell her to only wear swimsuit tops."

"Oh, sounds good. She collects them so she has a ton."

I took another gulp of water and smiled as I heard the bell ring. Life was good.

I snoozed through my next class, as planned. Like usual, nobody cared. Oddly, Jacquelin kept asking if I had been drinking the water in text. It must have been a weird quirk of her personality. I also texted Trish and told her to start wearing more revealing stuff, and then texted my sister to have her friends do the same. Both groups accepted enthusiastically, leaving me smiling for the rest of class as I imagined what kinds of things they would wear tomorrow.