The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Sunday Morning

The harsh sound of an incoming call startled Aaron from his sleep. He squinted at his bedside table, then grabbed his phone and noticed he had a number of missed messages. He swiped to accept the call, which appeared to be from Tamasree, and hoped his voice didn’t sound too hoarse when he said, “Hello?”

“Sorry to wake you. Did you not see any of our texts?” said Tama, sounding very subdued, perhaps even worried.

“No, not yet, sorry. I guess I didn’t hear the alerts when they arrived. Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Aaron asked, waking up more fully as alarm bells started ringing in his head at the unusual circumstances.

“Well, a lot of things, I guess, but I’d rather not talk about them over the phone. Can you meet us somewhere?” she replied.

“Us? You and the others? Are they okay?” Aaron inquired urgently, sitting up and feeling the first twinges of panic.

“Yes, we’re all okay. Well, maybe not okay, but not injured or anything like that, luckily,” answered Tama. “I don’t know exactly what’s wrong with Melissa and Nora, aside from the fact that Nora lost her phone somehow. But for the last thirty minutes, we’ve all been having basically the same conversation with each other that I’m having with you.”

“God, I hate mysteries,” moaned Aaron. “Where do you all want to meet? Do you need a ride?”

Tama’s voice was muffled as she spoke to someone else for a moment, then said, “Yes, can you pick me up? Nora just asked if we could meet at Melissa’s apartment, and she said that was okay. I’ve got them on a video conference on my laptop.”

Aaron ran a hand through his sleep-tousled hair and glanced at his clock. “I can swing by your place in about fifteen minutes,” he said, “I need to wash up a little and then I’ll hit the road.”

“Okay, thank you. See you soon. Love you,” said Tamasree quietly.

“I love you, too,” he said, “and tell the girls the same for me, please.”

“I will. Bye,” said Tama as she disconnected the call.

When Tamasree got in his car a little while later, it was obvious from her reddened eyes that she’d been crying. Alarmed, Aaron once again asked, “What’s wrong?”

Tama simply shook her head as she fastened her seat belt, quietly replying, “I don’t want to have to say it more than once. Please, let’s wait until we’re all together before I explain myself.”

Aaron felt a chill of dread gripping his spine as he backtracked toward Melissa’s apartment. He couldn’t imagine what the problem was, after things had seemed to go so well the day before. He wondered if one of the parents had suddenly reversed their acceptance despite the influence of the ADMIN app, but told himself that was unlikely, if only because no one was trying to interfere with them meeting up.

They rode in uncomfortable silence for the short trip, arriving to find that Nora was already there, waiting outside the door. Melissa opened it even as they clambered out of Aaron’s car. The blonde and the redhead tried to hug one another, but it seemed stiff and uncomfortable, not the way lovers would normally embrace. Their greetings to Tama and himself likewise felt forced and awkward, and his anxiety only grew as a result.

Stepping into the living room, Aaron finally burst out, “Will someone please tell me what’s going on? What’s with all the cryptic messages and why is everyone looking like someone died?”

To his horror, all three women started weeping, quietly in the case of Tama and Melissa, and outright wailing from Nora. He was mystified and terrified at their seemingly inexplicable distress. He began to panic, starting to believe he’d somehow damaged them by abandoning the quest, or else that they’d learned of his manipulations and were about to dump him, or call the police, or else just kill him. Aaron started hyperventilating, trying to convince himself that his three lovers at least did not seem murderously angry. Fumbling for words but finding none, he simply collapsed on an armchair catty-corner to the couch they were occupying.

Over the next half hour, as the three women explained how their Saturday nights had unfolded, Aaron couldn’t help crying as well. The stories came out in dribs and drabs; the girls kept breaking down as they tried to prepare one another for how awful they had behaved, and how disgusted they were with themselves, and how everyone else would be thinking the same as soon as they knew the whole truth. By the end, everyone felt drained and cried out, and they sat staring at their laps, awkwardly glancing at one another, but no one seemed to know how to proceed.

It was Nora who finally broke the silence and now seemed the most composed. “I guess fantasizing that I had been caught and then making a mess of my floor while my roommate watched actually seems like I, um, got off lightly.” She cringed at what she realized was poor word choice even as she uttered it, but her face was already so red and blotchy that her fresh blush was barely noticeable. Her girlfriends glanced at her briefly but then looked back at the floor.

“This is all my fault,” thought Aaron, feeling hollow and nauseated. “I was congratulating myself on barely needing the app to keep boosting their interest in the fetishes I gave them. Why didn’t I realize things were headed this way? Fuck! What if I’ve ruined their lives? What if they can’t resist the urges I gave them? What’s going to happen to them if they really do fall all the way to actually needing to debase themselves in service of the kinks I forced on them?” Feeling suddenly sick, Aaron leapt from the chair and raced to Melissa’s bathroom, only barely making it in time as he vomited bile into her toilet.

Returning to the living room after cleaning up and rinsing his mouth, he simply said, “I’m sorry.” Nora looked up with tears glistening but simply nodded her head, while the other two mumbled their own apologies.

Reaching into a pocket of the heavy flannel shirt she was wearing, Melissa held out a roll of mints, saying, “I’ve been puking every few hours since I got home.” Aaron accepted the offering, popping one in his mouth while he tried to come up with something he could say or do to make things better, or at least comfort his lovers. He didn’t think it was a good time to try confessing his own sins, given how unbelievable they were, but he was on the brink of doing it anyway when Tamasree spoke up.

“I love you all, but I’m not sure we should be together anymore,” she said quietly, tears falling into her lap again. “I’m disgusted and humiliated that I couldn’t make it even one whole day after announcing that we’re together to our families before I’m seduced by strangers because they happened to guess my weakness. And now I know I’m not the only one. I want to say it’ll never happen again, but I don’t trust myself. I don’t think any of us can trust ourselves, and maybe we can’t trust each other, either.”

Nora and Melissa moved in to hug Tama from either side, leaving Aaron feeling useless and left out. Then he told himself he’d earned it, because he’d caused them pain he couldn’t really understand, and that they deserved better than the likes of him.

Aaron looked up at his three lovers and thought he saw them saying goodbye to one another, albeit not with words. Suddenly angry that he was moping and feeling sorry for himself rather than looking for a solution, or at least consoling his friends, he abruptly said, “NO!” in a very loud voice, surprising the girls, who looked at him with fear and shock, which nearly broke his heart.

Before they could ask about his outburst, Aaron said, “Sorry to startle you, but pump the brakes. None of what happened is your fault. Don’t ask me how I know, just please trust me on that. I get that you’re feeling guilty or ashamed or disgusted, but don’t, please don’t.”

Melissa gave a single, bitter-sounding laugh and remarked, “This from the man who just tossed his cookies in my bathroom.”

Shaking his head, Aaron tried to explain, “I wasn’t disgusted with what you did, I was disgusted at myself. I can’t really explain, but I am at least partly responsible for where you wound up last night because I have been doing everything I could to encourage you and your kinks.” The girls spoke all at once, objecting in various ways that he didn’t give them their fetishes, which made him grasp his head with exasperation and a barely resistible urge to laugh hysterically.

Aaron waited until their jumbled voices faded out and continued, “Look, I know that being perverted is isolating. That’s why I wanted you all to be perverts, too, and did everything I could think of to make you more kinky. On some level, I think I felt you needed to be outcasts like me in order to stay with me. I learned that wasn’t true as I was getting to know each of you, although I didn’t realize it was a lesson until just a few minutes ago.”

“So what are you saying?” asked Nora. “You think we’re stuck with each other because no one else will want us? It’s either stay together and betray one another over and over again, or be alone?” The redhead looked both worried and defiant, an expression that was mirrored to some extent on the other two women.

“Don’t try to make this about you!” said Melissa. “You can’t seriously believe our guilt will go away just because you think you’re guilty, too?”

Sighing, Aaron considered his next words carefully. “I’m saying you shouldn’t feel guilty enough to give up what we have. Or what we could have. Whatever mistakes we’ve made or poor judgement we’ve exercised, I don’t think we should abandon each other. Not because I think we’ll always be alone otherwise, but because I love you, all of you, too much to give up so easily. At the very least, don’t decide now. Give it a day. Just one day.”

“What difference will one day make?” asked Tamasree, seeming sad and skeptical.

“You’ll find out by tomorrow,” said Aaron.

Sunday Mid-Day

Aaron had reluctantly left Melissa’s apartment, pretending that he had a family obligation that couldn’t be avoided. He took Tamasree back to her home and then drove off and stopped at an isolated park. His real intention had been to try using the ADMIN app to fix the problems he’d caused with it, but his dreams of a deus ex machina solution were going down in flames. He cursed himself for using all of his saved tokens on the girls’ parents, but it had seemed like a wise investment at the time. Now, faced with an even more daunting dilemma to resolve, it looked like he wouldn’t even be able to count on his ace in the hole.

“FUCK!” Aaron screamed as yet another long-shot command to one of the girls to decrease her guilt and anguish failed. He punched his steering wheel, making the horn blare and scaring off a number of birds that had gathered in the trees in front of his parking space. Grinding his teeth, Aaron considered his dwindling array of options.

He supposed he could start a new quest of some kind on each of the girls in order to earn more tokens, but those were necessarily rather slow-developing. They would require making additional changes to his girlfriends’ thoughts and personalities, and it now sickened him with worry to contemplate screwing around too much with their minds. Trying to fix something broken was one thing, but breaking other stuff in the process was no longer an acceptable cost.

As far as he knew, the app couldn’t affect memories, but it might be possible to play a similar trick to the one he’d used to condition the girls to think positively of him. “Maybe I can make it so that any time they think of how bad they feel for what happened, the very next thing they think of is how happy they are to be with me and the others…” Aaron mused. He then shook his head, worried that such a scheme could backfire the way his various commands for them to get pleasure from indulging their fetishes had led them to their current anguish. If he tried to gloss over their guilt, they might just keep getting involved in blowbangs and orgies and risky public nudity, eventually realizing that there was no long term consequence to themselves.

“I really need to learn how the mind works,” Aaron muttered, holding his throbbing head in his hands. “Who the fuck invents an app like this and gives it to a horny idiot?!” He let loose with several more profanities to vent some of his anger, briefly enamored of the idea that he could blame the developers for his predicament. After a while, however, his own guilt reasserted itself; the makers of ADMIN were not without their faults and sins, but those had relatively little bearing on the fact that he’d been a willing instrument for abusing their power to his gain.

“Maybe I should just fucking fix myself,” Aaron snarled, bringing up his own profile. He entered a behavioral command, “Stop being a manipulative douchebag to the girls and just be there for them,” and entered it without even waiting for it to offer an estimated chance of success. He tossed his phone on the dashboard and massaged his temples. The app sounded a gentle chime that he knew meant the order had gone through, and he scoffed, wondering what it would feel like to not be a douchebag.

Aaron’s head suddenly snapped up and his eyes blinked rapidly. He didn’t know if the epiphany he thought he was experiencing was his douchiness evaporating, but he suddenly saw the clear path forward, realizing that most of the obstacles that had concealed it before were his own doubts, greed, and laziness. He took a deep breath and picked up his phone, messaging each of the girls and begging them to meet with him that evening. It took some cajoling, but they finally acquiesced, and Aaron drove off to gather the supplies he’d need for his new master plan.

Sunday Evening

Aaron sat on a spread blanket with a picnic basket and a cooler off to one side, watching the girls approach warily in the waning light of the day. He waved, then opened the containers and said, “I’ve got water and juice and soft drinks, and a bunch of snack foods if anyone’s hungry. I didn’t feel much like eating anything all day, and I figured you all might be feeling empty, too.”

“Um, thank you,” said Nora, accepting a bottled water and seating herself. “That was thoughtful.” She and the other girls made no move toward the picnic basket, however, as they all opened their drinks, still looking reluctant and hesitant.

“Why are we here?” asked Melissa, speaking at the same time as Tamasree, who inquired, “What did you want to tell us?”

“Lots of things,” Aaron said to Tama, then answered Melly, “Because I had an epiphany about how dumb I’ve been, and I wanted to share it and see if you ladies agree that it was a valuable insight.” That was clearly not the answer they had been expecting, as they all looked mildly surprised, but he thought it best to press on quickly.

“First, I want to apologize for suggesting and assuming there’s a quick fix for our problems. One day is not enough, but every day can help. So I stand by the rest of what I said, about not giving up. All couples have problems fitting themselves together, and with four of us, our problems are that much greater than normal. But so are the rewards.” Seeing that he hadn’t won anyone over, Aaron continued, “I also need to apologize for assuming I need to fix things. The only way I could fix things is to make them how I want them to be, and doing that is pretty much guaranteed to break them for the rest of you.”

“So what are you planning to do,” asked Tamasree.

Aaron shrugged. “Love you. Forgive you if you want forgiveness. Help you think of ways for us to be better together and avoid hurting each other. That goes for all of you. I know what you did but can only guess how you feel, so I can’t impose a solution that addresses your real problems.”

The girls softened slightly at the earlier words, but Melissa’s expression darkened again as she asked, “And just what is it that you think our real problems are?”

“The same as mine,” Aaron said, “The same as everybody’s. We’re people with passions that sometimes get out of control and make us indulge ourselves at the expense of others. Speaking personally, my mistakes have been mostly the stereotypically male variety. On some level, I was thinking of you all as conquests, or prizes. I was maybe a little less territorial or covetous than some guys would be, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t being selfish and manipulative.”

Aaron made eye contact with each of the women in turn, saying, “I realize that, however devious I thought I was being, you were all acting on your own impulses in most respects. My scheming may have nudged you in certain directions sometimes, if I was as clever and lucky as I like to think, but you are who you are and I expect you did what you wanted whenever you thought you could get away with it. You were probably selfish and manipulative yourselves at times, even if it didn’t bother the rest of us because we wanted the same things.” The girls all looked uncomfortable at his words and he thought they might be on the verge of tears again.

Taking a deep breath, Aaron concluded, “I expect that much of the guilt you’re all feeling is from knowing that you hurt the rest of us, because what you wanted in the moment outweighed other considerations. That’s how I feel about how I’ve been behaving, anyway. Maybe you don’t think my bad conduct stacks up against your own, but that’s fine; it’s not a competition. I hope we can forgive each other, but I don’t think the details of what we did are what needs to be forgiven. We acted selfishly, instead of putting the needs of our relationship foremost, and for the first time since we got together, our selfish needs were not in happy alignment. We can do better, if we work at it. I want to work at it. I don’t want to lose what we have.”

Tama gave him a weak smile and then a brief hug, even as tears leaked from her eyes. “That sounded pretty rehearsed, but I still liked hearing it.”

“Apparently my public speaking skills have been dramatically improved thanks to our group projects,” Aaron teased gently, making everyone laugh a little, albeit somewhat reluctantly.

“So what now?” asked Nora. “We just pretend nothing happened?”

Melissa shook her head and answered before Aaron could. “No, pretending nothing was wrong is living in denial. We need to remember, or we’ll do the same again later, or worse.

Tama was nodding her head in agreement, then chimed in, “We can try to put it behind us, but keep it in the rear-view mirror.”

Nora’s lips curled into a teasing smile as she remarked, “A driving metaphor from the only one here without a car? How humorous!”

Melissa and Aaron laughed quietly, while Tamasree reached over to bonk the redhead with her empty water bottle, “It’s not like I don’t know how to drive!”

“So do we really all forgive one another?” Melissa asked, eyes darting from one face to the next rapidly.

Aaron replied, “Yes. I forgive all of you unequivocally. I was always much more worried than angry or anything like that.”

Nora nodded and agreed, “I think, for safety, we should be very careful about relations with anyone outside our group. Diseases and whatnot. But I’m personally not too opposed to inviting other people to party with us, at least from time to time. So yeah, forgiven.”

Tamasree and Melissa both looked very relieved, and their eyes watered. Their gazes met, and although they said nothing, the tight embrace they gave one another was understood by everyone. They opened their arms to the others after a few moments, so Aaron and Nora joined the group hug. As they knelt on the blanket, swaying together, the foursome started muttering, “I love you,” to each other, and soon they were all crying, but they were tears of relief.

Sunday Night

Melissa lay sprawled on the blanket with the others, staring up at the night sky after they’d had their picnic dinner. As Aaron had rightly guessed, none of them had eaten very much during the day, so the food had been ravenously consumed in short order. They were all quietly digesting their meal, along with their thoughts and lingering worries, Melissa imagined, assuming the others were anything like her.

“I kind of hate to out myself as the horndog of the bunch…” the blonde said, to quiet chuckles, “But just to make sure, we’re all going to try to be supportive of each other’s fetishes, right? And do our best to help the others indulge them safely, and preferably within the group unless arrangements for extras are made in advance?”

Melissa heard quiet murmurs of agreement from her lovers, which prompted her to sit up and say, “Good, because I am craving cum and snuggles. Aaron, pants off, please!”

Everyone seemed a little stunned at the abrupt turn in the conversation, but then Nora squealed quietly and started stripping eagerly. “Naked outdoors with my friends!” she said happily, making the others smile. They soon began disrobing as well, and the moment Aaron’s semi-stiff dick was exposed, Melly greedily took it in her mouth.

“This is the perfect cock, no question about it!” she thought as her eyes rolled up in her head, feeling relieved and comforted by the familiar taste and texture of her boyfriend’s member. Resolved to stay on the straight and narrow path, at least figuratively speaking, Melissa told herself, “Accept no substitutes!” Believing she’d stumbled upon a useful slogan, or perhaps more accurately a mantra, she repeated the words to herself over and over while she licked and sucked her man’s organ.

Melly spared a glance and saw that Tamasree and Nora were wrapped together in a sixty-nine, which gave her a familiar flare of jealousy that she worked hard to suppress. Something of it must have shown on her face, though, judging from Aaron’s understanding smile as he looked down at her. Abashed, Melissa blushed, but her boyfriend simply said, “Spin around.” Smiling around her mouthful of cock, the blonde did as requested, settling her sex over Aaron’s mouth and happily accepting his oral affections.

The taste of her lover’s seed boiling into her mouth a few minutes later triggered an orgasm, at least partly from the release of her last anxiety about never getting to be with her lovers again after her shameful indulgence. She already knew, intellectually, that she was forgiven, but now she was starting to believe it. She smeared the residue of Aaron’s orgasm around her mouth as she waited patiently to kiss one of the girls.

Tamasree licked her lips appreciatively to savor the dewy essence of Nora’s lust that coated them. The redhead had crawled forward slightly and was making out with Melissa while Aaron looked on lustfully, stroking his recently deflated dick in an effort to get it hard again. Tama smiled brightly at her boyfriend and bent to give his member a peck on its tip. She kissed her way up his belly and chest until reaching his mouth, where she could taste Melissa’s juices. She hummed happily as she licked up the remnants, but wanted more.

Reclining on the blanket once more, Tamasree called out, “Melly? Would you sit on my face, please? I want to put my tongue inside you.” The blonde laughed a little and broke off kissing Nora to shuffle around until she was kneeling over Tama’s head. Nora, meanwhile, moved around to make out with Aaron instead. “I may be biased,” the girl thought as she began licking up the moisture leaking from her friend’s folds, “But Melissa and Nora do have two of the prettiest pussies I’ve ever seen. So delicate yet so deep, with lips just big enough to nibble, and such exquisite flavors!” She extended her tongue even further, lavishing her lover’s spasming sex with as much passion as she could, silently committing herself to stop being a tourist and spend the time to fully know and appreciate where she was.

Tamasree grunted with pleasure as she felt Aaron’s dick slide into her own pussy, which was quite happy to receive the penetration. She assumed that the mouth and fingers that began pleasuring her breasts shortly after her boyfriend started pumping probably belonged to Nora. Her licking faltered for a moment, but she reached up to grab Melissa’s ass in a tight grip and redoubled her efforts. She was rewarded with a small flood of juices a few minutes later and tried frantically to capture as much as she could, laving every inch of Melissa she could reach with her tongue. The blonde finally managed to break Tama’s grip and collapsed on the blanket beside her, breathing deeply while she tried to recover. Nora moved up Tamasree’s body to begin making out with her, sharing the liquid fruits of her labor in a steamy kiss.

“I’m about to cum!” Aaron announced, panting with the exertion of his thrusts.

“Fill me up!” Tamasree demanded, moving her legs to enclose her lover and hold him tightly inside her. With a strangled grunt, Aaron began doing as instructed, making Tama coo with delight. Before he had entirely finished, she looked over at Melissa and asked, “Still hungry?” The blonde smiled tiredly but quickly responded, shuffling over and pushing her boyfriend away from Tama, although not ungently. Her first act was to take his softening member in her mouth and quickly clean it of the combined fluids, but then she repositioned herself and attacked Tamasree’s leaking folds with need.

Tama cried out with pleasure as her pussy was worshipped, even if the eagerness was at least mostly due to the seed it contained and not its own charms. To Tamasree, it amounted to much the same thing. Being with Aaron enhanced her attractiveness to Melissa, and she realized that the same was true to some extent for all of their polycule. Their lust for one another reinforced itself in a kind of positive feedback loop. The more they did with one another, the more she wanted each of them. Feeling a warmth of tenderness and acceptance that was only partially due to the physical stimulation of her sex, Tamasree cried out, “I love you all!” as she came explosively.

Nora fingered herself as she waited impatiently for her lovers to recover from their climaxes. Although she’d come once already on Tama’s tongue, she was not yet satisfied, and she needed her lovers to get their wind back before she led them to indulge her fantasy. As she watched their breathing slow, she finally asked, “Are you guys ready for the next round? I need you all to do something for me, please?”

“What do you need?” asked Aaron, stroking himself slowly as he watched her fingers at work.

“I need you to catch me!” Nora exclaimed as she got up and dashed off into the darkness surrounding them. She could tell that her friends were surprised by her actions, at it took them several seconds before they started calling her back, and even longer before they got to their feet and came after her.

Nora didn’t want to get lost in the dark field, so she started circling the area pretty quickly, and while she very much wanted to be caught, she didn’t want to make it too easy for her lovers. She giggled mischievously as she darted about, loving the feeling of being barefoot and naked in the grass. The noise she made meant she was easy to find despite the darkness, but still rather difficult to actually capture. The others seemed to realize the point of the game eventually, and soon they were all laughing as they scurried around in the nude, their bits and boobs flapping about.

Tama finally managed to get her hands on Nora by standing still and quiet, and gripped the redhead in a tight hug when she tried to run past. “I’ve got her!” she called out, causing the others to converge on their location. “Now what?” purred the dark-haired girl into Nora’s ear, sending shivers down her spine.

Waiting for the others to arrive, Nora said breathlessly, “Now that you’ve caught me, hold me down and take me! Hard! Please!”

There was no mistaking the longing in the short girl’s plea. The others exchanged slightly nervous glances, probably wondering how rough she wanted them to be. Tamasree took the initiative and pushed the redhead to the ground, but slowly enough that the landing was not painful. She then knelt by Nora’s head and put her hands on the prone girl’s shoulders, pinning her upper body in place. “Hold down her legs,” Tama instructed Melissa, who moved to obey.

The feeling of being pinned down as her boyfriend’s erect cock bounced in front of her face was as thrilling as she’d imagined. Nora looked up at Aaron and opened her mouth wide, hoping he would understand the invitation to use it. Although he hesitated, and was less rough than she thought she would have liked, it was nevertheless exhilarating for her to be treated in such a way. She couldn’t help feeling some shame from getting off on their play-acting, but she told herself that she needed the catharsis. Even if the experience wasn’t quite as desperate as she thought she desired, she hoped it would still scratch the itch she’d unexpectedly developed.

Aaron thrust his sex in and out of her mouth for a couple of minutes, while Nora gagged and pretended to choke, although they all realized it was mostly for show. Her cries of joy when he entered her lower lips, however, were far more genuine. Melissa evidently decided that the redhead, while being fucked, was sufficiently restrained without her ankles being held down. She moved around until she could look Nora in the eye. Smirking deviously, she whispered, “I know what you need!” and then slapped one of the girl’s breasts hard, making it smack into its twin and wobble even more than Aaron’s thrusting did.

“You like that, do you, slut?” snarled Melissa, even as she winked at the stunned expressions on the other’s faces. “You need some pain to teach you a lesson? You need me to abuse these fat, slutty tits of yours?” So saying, Melissa slapped the other breast just as hard, then gripped them both by the nipples and twisted strongly.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” cried Nora breathlessly. “I should be punished for being a slut! It’s the only way a cunt like me can learn! Slap me! Spank me! FUCK ME!”

Despite her requests, there was no need to provide any further verbal or physical abuse, as Nora started cumming very hard and convulsing. She gripped Aaron’s rod so tightly with her sex that she could actually feel the slight contractions or twitches as he unloaded inside her, groaning loudly. “Mmm, yes!” she wailed, “Thank you!”

Aaron eventually managed to extract himself from Nora’s vaginal embrace, and Melissa immediately moved to take his place, quite obviously wanting to lick his cum out of her like she had Tamasree. For her part, Tama decided to release the redhead’s shoulders and move down to enjoy as much of the creampie as Melly was willing to share. Completely spent after three orgasms in a relatively short span of time, Aaron tiredly crawled through the grass until he could hug Nora’s head to his shoulder, stroking her hair and whispering quiet words of love and acceptance to her as she silently wept.

Once their own fetishes were satisfied by cleaning up the mess in her crotch, Melissa and Tamasree joined Aaron in kissing and stroking their lover, assuring her that they understood why she’d needed the punishment, even if they didn’t believe she actually deserved it. Nora broke down completely and hugged them close, finally letting go of her shame and guilt.

Epilogue

Eight Years Later

Aaron hummed to himself as he arranged things on the table for their anniversary dinner. He had never acquired much in the way of cooking skills, but their polycule was living comfortably enough than an indulgence on catered gourmet food once in a while wasn’t too burdensome. He lit a couple of candles for ambiance and reflected on how far they had come, when most people had believed it was just a temporary perverted sex thing.

“No, definitely a permanent perverted sex thing,” Aaron said quietly to himself, smirking. That was mostly an inside joke, as all four of the lovers taunted the others for being a disgusting pervert several times a week, always with a smile and usually followed by something kinky.

Nora’s fetish had been perhaps the easiest to incorporate without pushing too many boundaries or expanding the group. Although she still had an occasional desire to enjoy rough, seemingly forced sex, she mostly got off on being seen and admired. She didn’t have the acting chops to become a particularly well-respected or famous actress, but she’d made a name for herself in so-called ‘B’ movies, where she inevitably got naked and exposed somehow, usually in what would have been a humiliating fashion for most people. She had a bit of a cult following, under her stage name, anyway, and often expressed the certainty that she was living her best life.

Tamasree had decided to go to medical school, much to her parent’s delight, and she was nearing the end of her residency as an OBGYN. She admitted that her aesthetic appreciation of a woman’s sex had been tested occasionally by getting close exposure to the things that diseases and injuries could do, but she remained vaginally reverent despite that, and decorated their house with paintings, pictures, and sculptures of various vulvae she found particularly captivating. Three professionally-done nudes, one of each of the girls prominently displaying their pussies, hung over the mostly unused fireplace, which never failed to embarrass their relatives when they saw fit to visit.

Melissa had found it harder to satisfy her cravings, and at times it was still a challenge, especially since she had gone to work in the adult video industry. Not as a performer, to everyone’s collective relief, but as a cinematographer and editor, and had aspirations of directing sometime in the near future. She’d occasionally fallen off the wagon in the early days, unable to resist her urge to receive a professional facial, but it had been years since her last such indiscretion. Nora and Tamasree, in an effort to help fulfill her urges, had spent a considerable amount of time and effort teaching themselves to squirt, so they could help Aaron get Melly’s face sopping wet whenever the need flared up.

As for Aaron, he had fulfilled his desire to learn more about how the mind worked, pursuing a degree in psychiatry. He had completed his residency the year before, and was coming into his own in private practice. He’d been diligent in his studies and had legitimately earned his degree, but his professional success afterwards had partly been attributable to ADMIN, which he still used on his old phone whenever a client had a problem that seemed otherwise intractable. He’d never found out who made it, nor why they’d given it to him, and as far as he knew it had never been developed past the beta version. Nevertheless, it remained a potent tool in his arsenal, even though he’d matured beyond the point of using it for sex.

Watching as his lovers entered the dining room wearing skimpy lingerie, or nude in Nora’s case, Aaron reflected that no one who lived with three such beautiful, perverted woman needed anything more. The four lovers embraced one another sensually, knowing how lucky they all were.