Date: Thu, 18 Mar 2010 13:15:41 -0400
From: arman1814@aol.com
Subject: Between Twilight and New Moon part 2 (GAY MALE CELEBRITY)

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Meyers. I do not make any profit off of these stories.

This story is fiction and does not mean to imply anything about any
Celebrity's sexual orientation or personal life mentioned in it.

This story will contain intimate relationships and sex between two
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Firstly  I  would like to thank you all who  e-mailed  me
back  with  your  feedback,  good  or  bad  it  was  much
appreciated.  Okay I'll start of from the  last  line  of
part 1.

  "Stop," Edward yelled from behind. But it was too late.
Edward was too late to save me.

When  I  woke  up I was in a drawing room  of  a  massive
house. The walls were mainly made up of large glass  with
wooden  frames.  I was lying on a white  4  seat  leather
sofa, with a  dark brown wooden frame all around it.  The
frame  was made up of carvings, but I couldn't  make  out
what  they  meant. But you could still make  out  it  was
Italian, and also in the middle of the top of  the wooden
frame, it looked like there was a V shape. But then again
I could be wrong.

As I tried to get up, the impaling pain in my arse was so
much  that  I just yelled in agony and fell  back  on  my
back.  My arse was on fire. I got a white feather cushion
and placed it under my behind to relieve the pain.

The  room  had  a strong smell of citrus  about  it.  The
citrus smell made me think of the holidays I use to  have
in  Mumbai when I was only 8 or 9 years old. My  maternal
grandma,  who  I  always imagined  to  be  some  sort  of
heavenly figure, and this was due to her good command  of
English.  Most  of  British,  Americans,  and  Australian
people  sounded  dumb in front of her. She  spoke  better
than the Queen's English, and scolded me when I spoke  in
an incorrect grammar. After all this was part of her job,
to  train  the future Indian Miss World and Miss Universe
entrants  to speak the best, and also most intelligently.
That's why India in recent times had the most Miss  World
and  Miss Universes. But the citrus smell, made me  think
of  her, because she had told me that citrus fruit  helps
to  counteract any smell of blood in the air, and  that's
why it was often used in hospitals after major operations
or  in  gynaecological wards where there were  a  lot  of
blood stained bed sheets.

But there is no blood in this house I thought, so why the
such  strong  smell of citrus. Citrus in oil burners  and
aerosols, never smelt this strong. Something strange  was
in this house, and I wanted to get up and leave. But as I
tried,  again my body gave way, and I fell back onto  the
sofa.  As I looked to my left, there on a glass table was
01001918  QUEEN  OF THE NILE. It was a  porcelain  piece.
Made  by a very famous company called Lladro. There  were
only  a 100 pieces of that in the world and it cost  over
œ100,000.00 or $250,000. My mother being an art collector
always  wanted that piece, it's just she couldn't  get  a
mortgage on it. I thought to myself whoever's house I was
in they must be very rich.

As  I  looked around I saw it was snowing outside.   This
reminded  me of Oxford last January. How all we heard  on
the  news for weeks on end was snow, snow, and more snow,
and how the grit was running out and how France would  be
sending more. As I turned back I gasped.

There standing in front of me was a beautiful woman,  she
like  the  Lladro  statue  had  porcelain  skin  and  had
shoulder  length  red brown hair. She had  beautiful  big
brown eyes, and I knew who she was straight away.

"You're the model mum aren't you?" I asked her perplexed.

She  smiled like how a caring mother should. I felt  safe
with her. I hugged her and began to cry.

"Hey hey ssh what's wrong," said Esmee.

My face snuggled against her Cadbury coloured purple top.
The  satin felt so nice and comforting against my cheeks.
Her  knee  length white skirt so crisp and straight  made
her look like a model from the 50s.

I wiped my tears, and apologised.

"I'm  so sorry, it's just I miss my mum, and when  I  saw
you, I remembered her," I wept.

"I'm sorry Esmee," I carried on crying.

She ever so lightly loosened her hold.

She  sweetly  said into my ear, " So how do you  know  my
name."

I lied and told her that Edward had told me.

I  was beginning to freak myself out, and thought how did
I  know her name, what were these psychic abilities going
on in me.

Esmee  asked  me where my mother was, and I explained  to
her  she  was doing a photography tour in Tokyo  of  some
rare  breed  of  dog  known as an Akita.  Apparently  the
Akita's descended from a Japanese wolf. The Akita's  were
also known to protect infants and babies when mothers had
to go to work or shopping. The Akita's were also known as
fighters of evil. Even in humans they could sense whether
someone's   forefathers  had been  in  involved  in  some
criminal activity.


Behind her I now saw Edward approaching towards me.

I was in so much anger, that the pain there was before, I
no  longer felt anymore. He approached in his white shirt
and grey jeans, and his hair immaculately styled, like he
had  just  stepped out of  a Vidal Sassoon salon.  Not  a
hair on his face, smooth like a second let down my guard.
But then I turned back into anger mode.

"Why  the   hell  did you rape me? You sick  pervert,"  I
screamed at him.

Esmee was taken a back when she heard me shout. Her  face
froze.  She let me go and her body language when  into  a
movement  which  could  only  be  described  as   tigress
defending her cub.

"Edward  would  never do that. I know my  son!  He  is  a
thorough  gentleman. I won't hear a  word  against  him,"
defended Esmee.

"He  didn't it was Le Stat," a calm collective voice said
from behind Edward.

"I'm Edward's father Dr.Carlisle Cullen."

He  wore  a  large beige jumper, and black trousers.  His
face  was  as  white as snow, but yet not an albino.  His
hair was pure blonde.

"You mean like in the film Interview with the vampire?" I
said in a monotone voice. I was shocked to hear that.

Edward and Esmee both look shocked.

"Yes," Dr.Cullen replied

I  began  to  stutter, "So does tha, tha, that  mean  I'm
becoming a vampire."

"No,  firstly  because young Mr.Jacob Black  saved  you,"
replied Dr.Cullen.

"And  also  that  Le Stat is not a Vampire,  fiction  has
distorted  the truth. Le Stat is actually a cannibal  and
rapist  all  in  one. So to make that  a  sellable  media
story, he became known as a vampire," said Dr.Cullen in a
melancholic way.

"Jacob   Black saved you . As Le Stat was going to  start
eating  you,  Jacob sprung him from a far corner  of  the
barn  you  were  in. You owe him your life  Kris.  If  he
hadn't knocked  Le Stat of your body in time, we wouldn't
be  having this conversation. Edward was too late to save
you,  but he brought you here to me, to nurse you better.
You have been passed out for 4 days," said Dr.Cullen with
his blue eyes slightly sparkling in the sun light.

Edward  and  Carlisle moved into a  darker  area  of  the
corner of the room.

"Carlisle, Le Stat is the oldest vampire and ranked  even
higher  than the Voltouri, so if he is in Forks  then  he
must want me for killing his mate," Edward said in a  low
hesitant voice so no one could hear him.

"That  maybe true son, but Kris must never find out  that
his  attacker was indeed our oldest Vampire and  probably
creator  of Voltouri. But are you sure it was him  son?",
asked Carlisle calmly yet slightly worried.

"Yes  father it was him, he had the necklace which marked
his  emblem,  that  of teeth into a   king  cobra  body."
Edward replied worriedly.

Carlisle turned around to face me.

"Kris why don't you have bath and then get some sleep for
an  hour  in  the  guest room, and we can  then  get  you
something to eat when you wake. Edward why don't you show
him  the  bath room?" asked Carlisle in a caring fatherly
voice.
"Wait!" I exclaimed.

"Edward  I must apologise to you, I am sorry for  falsely
accusing you."

He looked at me in a slightly condescending way.

"No worries follow me then," Edward hissed.

As we walked to the guest bedroom up the stairs I noticed
on  the  wall  adjoining the staircase, was  filled  with
graduation gowns caps. Edward noticed me looking  at  the
wall.  He  just  huffed,  its as  if  he  wanted  to  say
something but yet he didn't.

As  he  opened the door to the guest room, there  in  the
middle  was an oyster shaped bed. But the bed was like  2
King-sized  beds put together. The bed had  shining  gold
and  cream  satin  covers. There were matching  cushions,
throws, and mini cushions. This was like heaven on earth.
The floors were made of Rajisthani marble. There were low
dim  lights,  but many of them. So even with low  voltage
bulbs,  but because of the number of  bulbs the room  was
very bright. Yet oddly the room had no window. The marble
floors had mini lights within them.

There  was a fire built into the wall. The fire was  done
by  electric  flames surrounded in a glass  and  platinum
plated   fire   case.  The  fire's  flames  were   remote
controlled.  To the left of the bed  was  a  dressers,  a
dark  brown wooden one, which contrasted well into bright
white  effect  of  the  room. The  dresser  had  all  the
aftershaves and perfumes of the world.

There  was a portrait of all the family, but some members
of  the  family I didn't recognise. In the middle of  the
portrait  was Esmee and Carlisle, and to their right  was
Edward  and  Alice.  But to the left was  some  beautiful
blonde  woman, and a dark haired jock guy.  The  portrait
seemed like someone was missing.

Edward said, "Why are your eyes lost? The moment of grief
will pass." He huffed heavily.

"Forget  the  past moments, those moments  are  not  here
anywhere.  Time will bring another life, and  once  again
the wind of carefree will blow, once again fragrance will
spread  in  your paths, once again some another companion
will come along."

I responded, "God you sound gay."

We both laughed at that point.

"No try and understand the meaning," Edward giggled.

"Man you can be funny," he carried on giggling.

"Edward, I haven't lost a companion, you nutcase." I said
trying to keep a straight face.

Edward  then  looked at me hard, " What about  Logan  the
model." He replied inquisitively.

I  stared  at  him hard, "How do you know about  him?"  I
asked in a stern tone.

Edward  looked at me blank and statue like. He  like  the
floor seemed marble.

"Logan  is also my friend and he talked a lot about  you,
but  he  never  mentioned your name."  He  replied  in  a
nervous  tone, and you could tell his mouth  was  getting
dry and his right wrist began to shake a little.

"Well he was my best friend up and till last year and  at
16 he then moved to."

"Milan," Edward cut me off.

At  this  point I was beginning to get angry. "As  Armani
and Gucci both hired him," he carried on.

"Well  your  both good friends and now  I  don't   really
believe in friends. It's  a cut  throat world out there."
I snapped.

Edward  came close behind me his chest literally touching
my  back.  The hairs on my neck began to rise,  and  cold
shivers went up and down my spine. I began to get  scared
and excited all at the same time.

Edward put his chin on my shoulder, and wrapped his  arms
around  my  waist, he whispered in my ear, "I also  don't
want to be your friend, I have Bella and my family that's
more  then  enough, but I want you as a best friend."  He
rubbed  his  nose  into my neck. I became  putty  in  his
hands. But  I thought no, this ain't right. Something  is
very wrong was in this house.

Everything  was  too perfect no chips  on  the  wall,  no
scratches  on  the wall or floors. All  the  people  here
looked  like  supermodels. Not a stain,  not  any  object
pointing out at the wrong angle. I pushed Edward away,  I
ran  and headed for the stairs and began to slip and then
fall. Edward was there in a millisecond to catch me.

I  looked  at him in amazement, my heart was  beating  so
fast,  and  I  noticed  Edward's  eyes  began  to  change
colour.   My face was red, and I began to get a headache.
My  hands were trembling. He met my gaze and then  looked
away. Again I looked for his eyes to see the colour. Then
out  of  the blue he hugged me tight. "Edward let  go  of
me," I bellowed in an angry manner.

"So  what  no  thank you, that I helped you from  hurting
yourself." Edward began to look away from me,  and  stare
at some painting next to the window. Just for a second  I
saw  his skin sparkle like there was crystal on it, as  a
ray  of  light hit Edward's face from the window.  Edward
promptly moved away.

"Will  you please come to the dining room, I shall escort
you  there  myself,  and we may begin  luncheon,"  Edward
murmured.

When I got to the dining room Esmee had  a feast laid out
all my fave foods. Aloo papri chaat (an Indian potato and
yoghurt,  and  tamarind sauce delicacy) ,Fish  and  Chips
(Yorkshire style for the Brit in me) and fresh strawberry
and Battenberg trifle. The trifle was always something  I
made  back  home  in  Oxford during  Christmas.  But  the
ultimate  was Pasta and Doritos Crispy bits. Seeing  that
shocked me. I thought only I knew how to make that.

I sat down at the table which had Calvin Klein cutlery.

"Please help yourself," Edward insisted.

"Well Mr I am still stuck in the 18th century, by the way
I talk won't one by joining me?" I joked.

"No,  I'm  on a special diet," Edward replied in  a  soft
tone.

Then  it  hit  me. I knew what he was, I knew  what  this
family  and  it's members were. I dropped my fork  in  an
amazement.  I sprinted to the door, and down  the  stairs
not  caring about the bad state of my clothes. I  made  a
run  into the woods, and as I ran, in just a few  seconds
Edward was in front of me. Again him being here confirmed
my suspicions.

The  twigs cracked under his feet, as he walked close  to
me. I took a short step back. His eyes were a reddy brown
colour now.

"You know it's rude not to say goodbye, after someone has
cooked for you!" He barked in an impatient tone.

I turned my back to him.

"Your skin is ice cold white, you don't eat or drink, you
speak perfect grammar as if from your another time.  Your
house  is  perfect and so are your family  members.  Your
eyes  change colour, and when light shines on you it's  a
like  a reflective surface. I know what you are." I  told
him in  a tone which showed power, and control.

"Say it," he snarled.

"You're a robot , and you haven't been oiled recently."

Edward burst out  laughing. "Man that's a good one."

"Why it's true Edward I'll prove it this very second."  I
marched  up to him, picked up a stone from the  side.  If
you  are not a robot then me scraping you with this sharp
stone should enable some blood to come out."

I  swiftly  attacked his face with the stone.  The  stone
broke  against  his skin. "See you are a robot."  I  said
smugged.

I  noticed birds were beginning to leave from above their
nests  from high above, and a nearby deer which had  lost
its way looked Edward right in the eye, and Edward stared
back  at it. Edward moved a step closer to the deer,  and
it sprinted like mad in the opposite direction . The deer
frightened was as if it thought Edward was going to  kill
it.

"Kris  look at this, he took out a Swiss army knife  from
his pocket," he commanded.

"Oh how convenient a robot having knife in his pocket  or
should  I  say it's pocket, just in case it needs  to  do
essential repairs. So are you Microsoft's latest release.
What  model type are you, are you solar based. Oh my  god
your not radioactive are you?" I was laughing. "God I had
feelings for a radioactive robot, what next we have phone
sex and your tool gets stuck 180 degrees high."

As  I  finished from laughing, I saw Edward dig the knife
into  his  wrist. Dark red blood began to dash everywhere
from  his  wrist. I  ran to him like a mother  protecting
her  baby.  On the way to him ripped part of  my  t-shirt
off,  grabbed  his  left wrist, and rapped  the  material
around his wrist.

"Leave me alone," he threw me back to the ground.

"Edward please your bleeding."

"Do  you  believe me now that I'm human, I  need  you  to
believe this." Edward spoke in a mild cry.

"Yes  Edward,  I  believe  in you.  I  don't  believe  in
vampires,  ghosts  ghouls, and  Friday  the  13th  but  I
believe in you."

Edward  grabbed my hand we walked back to the  house.  We
didn't  say a word to one another. As soon as we  got  to
Edward's palace I walked to the guest room , and into the
bathroom.   I needed a shower, I started to undress,  and
as  I  did  I looked behind me, as I could feel someone's
stare,  but  there was no one there. When  I  carried  on
undressing,  I  saw  in  the mirror  in  front  of  me  a
reflection  of a King Cobra. I turned back  to  see,  but
there was no King Cobra.

I  turned on the hot water and felt the water drip on  to
my  pecs,  as  I soaped myself up. I began  to  think  of
Edward and Jacob making love. The two kissing each  other
passionately in a large bed with satin sheets.

Jacob stop resisting , Edward  said.  I know that you are
gay,  and you want  my cock. I need to fuck something I'm
so  horny,  so  were  both needed by each  other.  Edward
grabbed  Jacob's  bulge. Jacob  moaned  and moaned, loud.
Edward pulled of Jacob's Calvin Klein boxers, pulled  out
his  cock. Edward sucked  at it furiously with each  suck
he  moaned louder and louder. Edward told Jacob  to  role
onto  his chest. After that Edward came and  grabbed  the
back  of  the  Jacob's head and began to  fuck  his  ass,
pumping all 10 inches into his dark smooth tight  butt  .
Edward  pulled  Jacob  up by his waist,  Edward  with  no
hesitation stuck his cock into Jacob's ass with  strength
and  smacked  his arse. It hurt  Jacob  so  bad,  and  he
scrunched up his nose like a child. But pain turned  into
pleasure. Edward started to talk dirty to Jacob, "oh  yes
Jake take my cock. fuck my cock, your my bitch. take  it,
augh!"  Jacob  said I love your dick, im your bitch,  you
own  this  bitch. For the next 5 mins he fucked Jacob  so
hard,  and  talked  so dirty to him.  Sweat  poured  down
Jacob's  back. Edward moaned I'm gana cum, im  gana  cum,
and then....AUGH!
Edward  let  out a roar and let out a huge load,  but  he
didn't stop, he kept on, so he was about to cum again  so
he  said come suck my cock Jacob my bitch, your gona like
this.  Jacob  grabbed  his phone,  and  started  to  take
pictures. Jacob said you better be ready give it to me  .
Edward pulled Jacob's head down to the bottom of his cock
and  let  out a huge roar, and a huge river  of  cum  got
everywhere inside Jacob's mouth. Jacob gagged and  Edward
wouldn't let Jacob  off his cock. He said swallow it all,
now  bitch. Jacob did and Edward let go of Jacob's  mouth
and  head.  Edward said now how was that for  you  Jacob.
good  as hell Jacob said, Jacob leaned in and gave Edward
a  soft and gentle kiss. Jacob and Edward laid down naked
together  in the bed for hours Jacob then got up.   Jacob
pushed  Edward on his back, and put Edward's legs on  his
shoulders. Right Cullen that ass is mine, as he began  to
enter  Edwards  tight ass with his 10 incher.  Thick  and
uncut, that of a real man.

At  this point the water began to turn cold, and  I  mean
stone  cold. I quickly switched of the shower and grabbed
the  towel,  wrapped it around my waist.  A  good  twenty
minutes had past by, as I rushed to my bed, there he  was
lying naked in the bed. You could make out the pole under
the covers.
"Come   to  Daddy,  come  to  daddy  Kris!"  he   grinned
mischievously.
There  was  he was. Handsome, reassuring sexy, seductive.
His  nice  smooth  pale body there in my  guest  bed  was
Carlisle.
I  knew I wanted him. I wanted a real genuine love.  Some
caring  fatherly love. A father I never had.  I  ran  and
jumped  into the bed and threw off my white cotton  towel
onto the dresser.
  I  was lying chest down. I felt his hand on my ass.  It
rubbed  my  bubble butt softly but with his smooth  skin.
Goosebumps  covered  my  body  instantaneously.  Carlisle
started  rubbing my ass with one hand and  my  back  with
another.  I could tell he was exploring a man's body  for
the first time and he was nervous like me. I glanced down
behind  me  and I saw my Carlisle, my dad  was  near   my
crotch and his cock was pressing against his boxer shorts
wanting  out.  I  reached back like I was stretching  and
touched  it and my Carlisle. Both our  breathe got  heavy
for  that instance. He leaned over me and kissed my lower
back,  he continued kissing it and moved around  my  back
and then on my ass.
He  then slipped one hand under me and made his way to my
nipple.  He pinched it and pulled on it. I could tell  he
liked it a lot. He lifted me slightly as if he wanted  me
to  turn  over which I did. His hands began exploring  my
chest and stomach. My cock stood harder than ever and  my
Carlisle  knew  but wasn't ready for that yet.  He  began
kissing  my  nipples then bit one I moaned  in  pain.  He
didn't  seem to care I was in pain. He continued  to  bit
and  pull  on my nipples, I began to moan more  and  more
trying  to  control them so not to alert  anyone  in  the
house.
Carlisle was really into what he was doing by now  I  was
beginning to realize I had no control what was  going  to
happen. Carlisle told me to turn over again and lie  face
down. I did so, nervous as to what he was going to do now
my  nipples  hurt I wasn't expecting this  it  wasn't  my
fantasy I was scared. Carlisle pulled his grey boxers off
and his cock was about twelve inches and thick. He closed
my  eyes with his hand came even closer to me and on  the
bed. He started grabbing my ass cheeks hard and squeezing
them, I contracted with pain. Which only made it worse he
slapped  my ass hard, and then again, and again. I  could
tell  one hand was working on his cock and the other  was
feeling and slapping my ass. Then both hands were  on  my
ass  spreading my cheeks. I felt his finger  touching  my
hole and rubbing in circles around it. Then he spat on my
hole  and rubbed it on my hole and did it again.  Then  I
felt  his  finger start pushing its way into my  ass,  it
burned  going in. He went the full length of  his  finger
and started to slide his finger in and out slowly.
I  was  in  pain and tears were rolling down my  face  it
burned  and hurt. Then he stopped, I prayed he was  done.
Then  he  turned  me over again and lifted  my  legs  and
placed  them  on his shoulders. He spat in his  hand  and
rubbed it all over his cock. He then guided it to my hole
and  pressed it against it. Then started pushing into  me
my  ass, it began to hurt again and his head wasn't  even
in.  Then  he pushed it all at once with his  might.  His
cock  ripped  into  my hole all at  once,  the  pain  was
immense, his cock slammed into my rectum. I was  about to
scream but knew I would be hit if I made any loud noises.
He  then  moved  his hands and grabbed my  throat  as  he
started to pull back readying for a second slam.  I  felt
helpless,  he  stared at me with such anger,  I  knew  he
wasn't sure what he was doing but he wanted it that's all
he  knew.  He began slamming into me hard each  one  hurt
like  I  was  being split in two. His hands continued  to
grip my throat his pace grew faster.
Eventually the pain was gone I realized my body was numb,
all  I felt was his body rocking mine back and forth with
each  pump. Then I saw my Carlisle's  eyes close  and  he
picked up the pace to as fast as his hips would allow him
to  pump  my ass. He gasped for air and his grip  reached
its  tightest I could no longer gasp for air,  my  father
then  slammed  all at once into me and I  felt  his  cock
shake  inside me as he came. He released his grip  on  my
throat and pulled his cock out of my ass. He climbed over
me  and told me to clean his cock. I reached for a  towel
on the dresser,
"No" he said.
  He  looked at me and nodded, he wanted me to  suck  his
cock  clean.  I was slightly grossed out by  this  but  I
could  see  there was no option but to do as he  said.  I
opened my mouth and began sucking his cock, I could taste
the cum on his cock and I began getting hard again.
My  Carlisle got up a few minutes later and put his  grey
boxers back on and left my room. My cock still raging, my
mind  reeling about what just happened. I began  stroking
myself  off  and then felt my hole and the juices  around
the  hole. I realized then my dad cum was inside  me  his
own  son. I got on my knees and started fingering  myself
feeling the fluids inside me. I started to push them  out
with  my hand under my hole waiting for the semen. Before
long I had a small pool in my palm, I laid back down  and
rubbed  harder. I rubbed his cum on my cock  and  stomach
and  chest. Then cleaned my fingers off in my  mouth  and
then in that moment my balls tightened and cum sprayed.
One shot past my head the next as I looked hit my face as
did the second. Then the third, the fourth, and on and on
till  my mid section was covered. I was exhausted I  laid
their  in  the  fluids of Carlisle and myself  I  was  in
heaven.  As I was beginning to catch my breath  back,  my
door slammed open. There was Carlisle with blood shot red
eyes.  With  his  foot he shoot the door back  firmly.  I
could see in his cock he inserted a piercing like a  huge
earring  but  it wasn't a cock ring. From  where  he  was
standing near the door and where the bed was there was  a
distance of at least 6 feet. Carlisle just leaped to  the
bed  like  a cheetah after it's prey. I felt scared,  and
something was very nerve racking, as I realised I was the
prey.
He  put his cock in my arse, with no mercy he impaled  me
into  heaven and hell. He began rocking me like a rocking
charge.  I began to moan and groan. Then Carlisle started
with his dirty talk.
"You like that, you want some more bitch," he snarled  at
me.
Yeah  oh  yeah I love that, harder I want more. The  cock
ring in his penis gave my butt sensations it never knew.
My legs were over his shoulders, and he rocked me like  a
baby. His lips close to mine but never touching them.  He
teased  me like this. I wanted him to kiss me, make  love
to me. But lust was the only thing on his mind. His large
cock  opened my tite hole stretching it to oblivion.  The
bed  mattress was going up and down like a bouncy castle,
by the sheer strength of his force.
"You want it harder you like that bitch"
Yes  please more harder, I moaned in ecstasy. My body was
sweating  like a pig, we were sliding together. I  wanked
my  cock as he fucked me now at slower pace, I was  still
huffing and puffing, like his bitch.
He spanked my sore arse.
"Your such a whore, you like that you like that."
My  eyes  were closed but looking up to him. I nodded  to
him  in  agreement. The feeling was amazing.  My  adopted
father making love to me.
"Who's  your  daddy then bitch. Taking that  tight  tight
hole" Carlisle spoke in his mind of frenzy. His warm body
was  beginning to slightly have that sparkle which Edward
had.
"Yeah oh yeah, fuck me say it," Carlisle demanded.
Urr  I  moaned  urr, I moved me head from  side  to  side
brushing  my nose against his. His face just a millimetre
from mine.
"Fuck me please daddy," I responded like a passive slut.
"Yeah  your not use to big dicks up your arse you  whore,
you  stupid  foreign slut, you stupid fucking  slut,"  he
said  with  lust.  Then the pace of him fucking  my  arse
became  faster and faster and harder. I was about  to  go
through the wall and the bed would break any minute.
I  moaned  more and more, he placed his left hand  on  my
chest,  and  the other under my back raising me  slightly
off  the  bed,  as if not to break it. "You tight  little
ass," he spoke as slapped my butt. "Yeah your goanna make
daddy cum, you whore boy. You like that boy."
"Yeah" I replied.
"Yeah you like that boy, come on tighten your butt on  my
ass, I'm breeding you bitch, no condom on me boy. Come on
daddy's little boy."
My  eyes  were closed tighter now and I was moaning  even
louder, I squeezed his cock so hard in my ass, just  like
a  hoover. Carlisle ran his hand up and down my chest and
then  up  my  neck and squeezed my neck, and I  began  to
choke.  I was loving every minute of this. Then he placed
his  hand over my mouth. "Take it, take it, take  my  big
cock  up your virgin smooth arse." Oh, oh oh  ho I moaned
in  pleasure. I began to bite his  left arm up and  down,
as  his arm was at the side of my head. "Take it ur  yeah
take  that cock boy," repeated Carlisle again and  again.
"Oh  nice  tight  ass, like that, like my balls  slapping
against  your arse. Like that whore arse having the  work
out,  you  fucking  stupid  whore."  I  moaned  more   in
pleasure, "Yeah you like that, you like that boy."
He then flipped me over on my chest. He put his tongue up
my ass, and licked me out like he was cleaning every drop
ice cream from a bowl.
"Oh  yes  Carlisle,  oh yes. Bet I'm better  then  Esmee.
Aren't I daddy. Yeah moisten my hole with you tongue."  I
commanded.
"No way you piece of shit, her pussy knows how to take  a
cock,  not  like  your  tite pussy,"  he  replied  as  he
inserted his huge cock in my butt, impaling me once again
like his bitch. He slapped my back, "Get down,"
I  replied,  "That all you got Carlisle." He then  picked
his pace up again.
"You  like  that bitch, you want me to fuck  you  say  it
bitch tell your daddy you want him to fuck you."
At  this  point he pulled out his cock out of my ass  and
began to squirt his tonnes  of cum on my back.
"Yeah you still like that boy," he yelled. Then the  next
thing  I felt was sharp teeth going into my jugular vein,
and  blood began to spurt out. There was blood everywhere
on  the  sheets, on the wall, on the dresser. And  that's
the  day I died. That's the day my heart stopped,  that's
the  day I took my own last breath. That's the day I  saw
Edward's tears for me.
Okay  hope you enjoyed it and sorry for the bad  grammar.
I would love your feedback, good or bad, please e-mail me
at  arman1814@aol.com.  If you want more of this Twilight
saga  do  let me know. Oh and again thanks to  all  those
many  e-mails  for the first part, means a  lot.  Oh  big
thanks to Mr.Pattison for his remarks. Thanks again Arman
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