Behind her she could hear the pounding of Lord Randypants tall black leather boots, as he ran in hot pursuit of his disheveled prey. She knew she shouldn't have gone up to the tower with him alone to see the blazing of the Hella-Booop Comet, but she, in her innocense, had been convinced by his argument that it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

Once in a lifetime indeed.

Now, her bodice ripped, and her long, golden blonde hair hanging in messy tendrils down her back, she ran and cried, cried and ran .... while at the same time, a strange hungry pounding was blundering about her loins, in spite of her attempts at spurning her lusts by repeating Bible verses. Oh, yes, the pain was not so much that he had shamed her by reaching down her blouse to free her pale white breasts, but it was the willing rebellion of her own hot passion that she feared the most. Whatever would happen should he actually catch her???

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    • Re: Chastity Nattybush raced down the dark creaky staircase ...

      ... insight bored its way into her miniscule (but curvaceous) brain. She wanted it. She wanted it bad. She stopped there in the middle of the stairs, bosom heaving and loins throbbing, and turned, waiting for her beloved to reach her and sweep her into his arms.

      Suddenly, he rounded the corner (it was a spiral staircase, did I mention?) and having not realized the object of his pursuit was no longer running, slammed smack into her, the force of which impact sent both of our hapless romantics tumbling down the stairs ....

      "OOOH, oh! OH GOD!!" Cried Chastity ...

      "OOoooohhhh, uh! OOOF!!! FUCK!!" Cried Lord Randypants.

      And their voices continued their moaning and grunting in rhythmic time with each slam of their sleek, sexy young bodies against the stone walls of the staircase.

      FInally, they lay tumbled together in a sweaty heap at the bottom of the stairs, Chastity's skirts were hiked way up around her waist, and Lord Randypant's face was ...........
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        I wonder if anybody else things of steak when they talk about "loins" in these novels...

        Oh, Sorry. AND NOW Back to the story...

        Chastity's skirts were hiked way up around her waist, and Lord Randypant's face was pressed against her LOINS.

        Oddly, Lord Randypants found himself suddenly reminising about the days of his youth on his uncles farm with their cow, Misty...

        Then sunddenly, Misty... er... I mean Chastity, unable to control her passion, reached down and....
        • Then suddenly Misty... er... I mean Chastity, unable to control her passion, reached down and....

          ... pulled Lord Randypant's face back up to eye level, however her hand continued to traveled like a pirate on a ship back down to the new world below.

          Lord Randypants at realizeing that he was having his innermost desires brought out like the confessions of a prisoner of the Spanish Inquisition thurst his....
          • ...rock solid virtue from his heart to his lips and cried out, "Oh Chastity, my love! Wait! There's something I must tell you." He pulled her frail yet remarkably athletic frame to his.

            "What is it that penetrates you so, my Lord?" whispered Chastity, her crimson lips quivering with longing.

            Lord Randypants cupped her nubile alabaster face in his capable hands and said,
            • Lord Randypants cupped her nubile alabaster face in his capable hands and said,

              "Come here you, why I oughtta..." and he pulled her face to his his. Their lips coming close, a rush of excitement filled them both. Randy's hands puled her face back so tightly, she almost looked oriental. As their lips touched so did her breasts to his pounding chest. A pefect kiss, fully. Their faces fitting together perfectly. He held her closer yet and began planting the biggest, longest, wettest kiss a starving man could muster. As his left hand went behind her head his right slid down to her lower back, pulling her closer yet. Chastity made a faint sound as she tried to breath but the "Pantster" was locked on and going deeper, their lips making a perfect seal, he smelled her as he pressed her waist tightly, his mouth now nearly swallowing her face...
              • "Dear LORD!!" The tall, swarthy groundsman said to himself, standing erect and rubbing a stiff, hard, veiny forearm across his forehead in a way that foretold some sort of intervention was at hand. "I always suspected Lord Randypants was a salt-vampire!! Now I have my proof!" His eyes that were deep and greeny-blueish-goldish with sparks of something just a bit magical in them widened in terror and something like lust (not QUITE lust, but like it) and he snatched up his hoe (garden hoe, not Chastity Nattybush -- but that comes later -- the ho, the snatch, the coming ... but I digress) and raced to where Lord Randypants was lustily swallowing the succulent maiden like a giant anaconda -- and NOT the kind of anaconda that Sir Mixx-a-Lott refers to in "Baby's Got Back."

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