The bell interrupts them.

Before I even had the time to think of anything, the bell rang, signaling the end of class.

“Oops, time flies when you’re having fun.” Suzumi giggled in a way I’d never heard before.

“I suppose that’s your answer. I should get to my next class.” I say as I approach the door.

“Miss Fenrose.”

“Yes?” I turned back to look at my teacher who began walking toward me.

“Can I at least get a goodbye kiss?”

It was my turn to swallow hard. I’d never kissed anyone for real before, though I’ve always wanted to. Suzumi’s ruby red lips seemed like the perfect place to start.

“Sure, why not?” I say, trying to keep my cool. I wasn’t sure what I had to be nervous about. Even if I was a terrible kisser she was absolutely devoted to me and would love it anyway. I couldn’t help but inwardly chuckle at how silly I was to be getting freaked out about a kiss after she just got done swallowing down about a pint of my cum.

She leaned in close and I did the same. I could feel her breath on my lips. Finally they connected, her soft lips collided with mine and she made a soft smacking sound as she gently suckled on my mouth.

Then she pulled away and instinctively I followed until I nearly fell over and snapped out of it.

“I want to do it longer, Miss Fenrose, but you should get going.” She said sadly. I was riled up now, but she had a point. I wasn’t immune to the rules in this school quite yet. There was always the day after tomorrow which would be my next class with her.

I left the room and went to my desk to grab my stuff, I was still a little disappointed until I remembered something amazing.

My next class was gym.

It had always been a rather entertaining fact to me that the locker rooms were segregated based on gender but not sexual preference. They wanted to make sure the boys couldn’t ogle the girls while they were changing. Yet here I was, a lesbian in a veritable paradise every other day. Granted, until now I couldn’t just openly gawk at my classmates without being in trouble, but stealing the occasional glance at a perfectly-shaped ass or the brief nipple-slip was enough to give me good masturbation material for plenty of sleepless nights.

But things had changed now. I stood at the edge of the rows of lockers looking out at the sea of sweaty, panting women who were undressing themselves. I was looking at them, and I wasn’t the least bit concerned about whether or not they would notice. I was erect, and had been through almost the entirety of the class, and I hadn’t made a single move yet on anyone.

There was something very satisfying and erotic about the way I drove Suzumi to absolutely blind desperation by continually exposing her to my pheromones without allowing her to get what she wanted until she practically begged me for it. That was after just a few minutes of exposure. I had been exposing my gym classmates to the scent for almost the full length of the hour-and-a-half class.

The girls were taking their time getting undressed, but nearly every one seemed so relieved to have their clothes off at last. A few of them even caught themselves before they just instinctually started masturbating. I didn’t really feel all that bad about shamelessly staring at everything they had to offer, mostly because they were doing the same to me. Any chance they got they would steal glances at my rock-hard erection. None of them seemed the least bit bothered by its presence, and a few even visibly licked their lips when they saw it.

There was just one among them who inexplicably wasn’t affected by me, and for no easily apparent reason. I knew who she was, she was one of our school’s cheerleaders, Trish. I was actually the most surprised by her lack of interest, as far as I was aware she was almost as much of a slut as Vanessa. But she simply carried on through the gym class like normal, not seeming the least bit bothered.

I wondered if maybe the pheromone had a limit to the number of people that could be affected by it, or maybe different people reacted in different ways, or perhaps people who did sexual things more often had a higher tolerance. I couldn’t really say. It certainly wasn’t because I found her unattractive, I’d love nothing more than to have her craving my new dick.

But I had to be careful here. It was also my intention to decide which of these women to make into my slaves. As much as I would love to make every single one of them into my lovers, I didn’t really have time for that, and considering how greedily and hungrily people seemed to drink down my spunk, sharing with more than twenty people was out of the question. I decided that three was going to be my magic number today, and I already knew which three I was going for.

Trish was at the top of my list, mostly due to the unusual circumstances surrounding her lack of arousal. Also if, for whatever reason, it was going to be impossible to have her as a ****, I would rather that revelation come sooner rather than later. But if I could have her as a ****, she would fit in amazingly with her perky C-cup breasts, long legs, and long blonde hair done in a ponytail. She was also one of those people that knew how to get a healthy-looking tan, rather than just turning orange.

Next on my list was the captain of the school’s swim club, Erika. She currently held the honor of being a record-breaker for her swim performance, but rather than being lithe and athletic like one might expect of a swimmer, she was actually pretty curvy. Double-D cup breasts and a big, beautiful ass. Not to mention thighs to die for. All of that was topped off with chin-length hair in a bob that seemed to be dyed a different color every month, currently it was bright purple.

Last, but not least, was Erika’s sister, Jacquelin. She had been my crush ever since I laid eyes on her. She had a punk goth style and like her sister, her hair was also dyed; though hers tended to just be universally dyed black or some other dark color. Also like her sister she was well-endowed with amazing curves, seemingly even more-so than her sister since she wasn’t a fitness junkie.

Curiosity was getting the better of me, and I decided to start with Trish. I made my way over to her locker, where she was calmly putting away her gym clothes.

“Hey, Trish.” Ordinarily I wouldn’t even think of talking to her, and ordinarily my attempts at doing so would go ignored. She was a higher class than me in terms of the school system. I was a loser and she was the prom queen.

This didn’t seem to be the case this time, though. She turned to look at me with a big and friendly smile. “Hey! You’re Lucy right? Vanessa’s sister?” I had totally forgotten that my sister knew Trish.

“Uh, yeah that’s right.”

“I knew you looked familiar.” She smiled. She had no signs of being horny, but she was definitely much nicer than she normally would be. I wondered if this was just how she expressed her horniness, but that seemed a little silly. Still, there was something familiar about the way she was treating me. “What can I do for you, Lucy?”

“Just wondering how you’re doing. We don’t talk much.”

“We don’t talk at all actually, and I feel super bad for it. You’re the most wonderful girl in the school.” This definitely sounded familiar. The gears were turning in my head.

“Did you happen to see Vanessa earlier today?”

“I sure did. She couldn’t stop talking about you, by the way.”

Good to know. “Did she happen to share any strange drinks with you?”

“Oh she didn’t share it, I accidentally picked up her water bottle and drank from it. It was so delicious I almost drank half the bottle right then and there. She told me it was your cum after the fact. Is your cum really that tasty?” That explained it. She was accidentally exposed to my cum. She was my **** now. It was good to know that people didn’t have to drink my sperm directly from the tap in order for them to become my servants.

“Uh, that’s what people tell me.” I hadn’t sampled the sauce myself yet, I wasn’t even sure it would taste that good to me. I also had no idea what it would do to me. “So you love me unconditionally now?”

She blushed a little. “Well, that’s kind of a direct way of putting it, but yeah that about sums it up. I’ll do anything you want.”

This actually made things quite a bit easier. Now I just had to share my load between Erika and Jacquelin. And I could even get Trish to help me. I reached out and started kneading Trish’s soft and springy breast in my hand while I considered my next plan of action.