Yes, but not the way she means, not yet…

Bryce pressed forward, and took the cherry in his mouth, kissing Brenda deeply, his tongue pressing into her mouth in a manner not unlike that which his cock longed to press into her twat.

But Bryce had had a very, very long day, physically and emotionally. He wanted their first time to be memorable, to be an experience which Ultramom would remember whenever she looked at him, an experience that would make her blush and get wet at the sight of him. He couldn’t provide that at the moment, so he backed out of the kiss, buying himself time by eating the cherry. “Soon,” he whispered. “But for now, I need to eat then sleep, and regain my strength, but I can’t rest with this absurd hard-on you’ve given me.”

She smiled, “You just want me to keep going, don’t you? You like this, having Ultramom as your own little harem girl? Hell, that could even be true with Ultimamom and Ultimagirl at your beck and call too, after all they deserve to be punished too and if they’ll fuck each other, they’ll do anything you say,” she whispered, leaning against his chest, hand a blur on his cock.

Bryce’s hands slipped from forming a seat, one groping the side of her tits as the other wrapped around her soft waist. “But they don’t want to be redeemed.” He leaned into the handjob and into her body. “Not like you.” The head of his cock pressed against her belly and she wriggled, so that with every breath, the bottom of her breasts hit the head of his cock. Bryce’s breath grew quick as Brenda abandoned the pretense of feeding him and her other hand fell to caress his balls and rip his sweats so that they no longer pressed up against his balls and give herself sufficient room to really work. “But this is a good apology,” he concluded, hips jerking up as his own orgasm approached.

“I know you said I couldn’t eat until you finished, but you’re basically done, right?” Brenda asked, kissing him gently, one hand abandoning his balls to wrap around his neck and hold them together as his hands began to wander over her body, groping every curve, except the delicate curve of her mound, which he was saving for later.

“Yesssss…” Bryce moaned.

“Thank you, I’m so hungry and I haven’t eaten anything since you fed me your load earlier today. It was the tastiest thing I’ve had in years and I was hoping to get some more for dinner. You’re such a good boy, redeeming me, feeding me,” she smiled broadly, “…taming me…”

At that, Bryce could endure no more, he bellowed like a king proclaiming victory, like an animal challenging a rival, like a man breeding a willing woman…

Brenda slipped from his suddenly spasming hands to land with a loud and painful thump on her knees, breasts pressed up by his thighs, almost painfully pushed between her tits and her chin as she latched her soft lips on his cock, her hand never left it, nor slowed, prolonging his pleasure and her meal. Each drop of cum pumped into her mouth, feeding her, redeeming her, forgiving her and, for all that she’d said it to make him cum, she could feel it taming her. This was no punishment, this was lust and love. She’d basically begged him to fuck her, and been refused, a rare experience for her.

Bryce’s hands had fallen to his side, but one rose to stroke her hair gently as she savored his cum. It was, in fact nothing special, to anyone who wasn’t Brenda, and in her peculiar state of mind, but to her, it was everything she’d said it was. She raised her eyes to his and did something she’d never seen out of porn, opening her mouth to show him his seed, then swallowed

“Forgive me?” She asked.

“Indeed,” he stroked her hair gently. “Eat some real food too. I need sleep too, but I’ll expect a nice breakfast when I wake up, or I’ll add an additional punishment to those you already have coming.”

She licked at the tip of his cock, lapping up the last drop of cum to leak from it. “Don’t forget what I did to your pants, that deserves punishment as well.”

“Good point,” Bryce agreed, rising and letting his ruined pants fall to the ground besides Brenda who had stumbled when he rose. “In fact, I have an idea already. I expect you to be wearing your church outfit when we have breakfast tomorrow morning. Oh,” he glanced at her wet, engorged cunt, which her fingers were inching towards, “I expect you not to get yourself off, except when I let you.”

She winced, “Okay.”

He stepped forward and squatted down between her sprawled legs, cock bobbing to hit the floor with a wet thump. “You have permission to cum as much as you can when your skin is touching my cock.”

“Thank you!” She said, noting her skin was mere inches from his cock and she was so aroused she could come in mere moments, if she dared.