Penalt
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Okay, this is my first time writing a story. Much less having it accepted by anyone. But I really would appreciate some feedback so be gentle
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I went to my knees behind her butt and again slowly guided myself into her now slick channel. Air hissed out of her as I entered. Slowly, I began to build up the rhythm, faster and then slower, and then slower still until I had all but stopped. Just as she as about to question what was happening, I reached out with both hands and grabbed hold of her hair on either side. Making a single turn around each fist, I created a pair of reins for her. My drawing back on her hair pulled her head back and raised the line of her back straight. The length of her hair allowed me to hold her by the "reins" and place my hands on her hips.
Holding her thus, I began to thrust steadily again. The rhythm began to build again. Our breath began to come in short gasps together. Time passed as our two bodies came together repeatedly. Finally, with exquisite timing, her controlled body obeyed the commands given it, and as she came, I began to pump my stored load into her. Jets of hot cum filled her, causing yet another orgasm within her body, which in turn set me off again. Finally, spent, I released her hair and allowed her to collapse to the bed. I spent some minutes laying beside her, watching her slowly regain her breath. The tight collar flexed as her throat muscles stretched against it.
Night slowly spread its velvet cloak across the mountain valley. As the evening's chill began to take hold, campfires began to sprout in the mountain valley. It was summer in the mountains, which meant the Medieval Recreation Group, or MRG, was at war again. Originally started by some college students, the MRG regularly got together to re-enact medieval wars by day and party hard by night. It was time for Summer War, and now some 1500 medievalists had gotten together doing what they did best--fighting hard and playing harder.