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Warning:  This story is for adults only.  If you are a legal minor, you are
not allowed to read it under any circumstances.  This story is also
copyrighted and cannot be reproduced for any purpose anywhere without the
written consent of the author.  

J.B.Mast encourages reader comments-- the primary motivators for writers of
such things.  The author is particularly interested in learning if his stories
arouse his readers and to know if they want more.  Email to Mastwords1@aol.com





“Annie and Selene” Chapter two.   


By J.B. Mast 




Before the two girls left Selene’s bedroom that day, they held their own
little wedding ceremony.  Selene went to her mother’s room and found a needle
from her sewing kit and brought it to her lover, lying nude on the bed.  

She hopped up on the bed beside Annie and kissed her tenderly.  “Ill love you
forever, and if you love me as I do you, I think we should have our own little
wedding right now.”

Annie hugged her, put her lips to her ear and whispered, “You know I love you,
Selene, more than anyone in the whole world.”

“Ok, then give me your hand,” Selene said with a giggle.  “We’ll prick our
fingers with this needle and rub our blood together.  Just ‘cause we’re only
eight doesn’t mean we can’t be married, just like big people.”

Annie gave Selene her hand, “Cool idea!!  But before we do it, isn’t there
something else we should do?  Remember your uncle Peter’s wedding when we were
flower girls?”

“Yeah?”

“They said-- ah, what do you call them? ...Oh, yeah, vows!  They said their
vows to each other before they were married.  Remember?”

Selene’s eyes brightened to complement her prettiest smile.  “Ok, you go
first. Tee hee.”

Annie said, “With this needle, I take you, Selene, to be my wife forever and
ever!”  

Selene responded, “And I take you, Annie, to be my wife forever and ever,
too!” 

The girls gazed into each other’s eyes and let out little shrieks of glee,
proud of their best efforts at recalling the vows from the only wedding they’d
ever attended.  

Annie held her little hand up to Selene and said, “You may prick the bride.”

Selene stuck the needle into one of her fingers and then poked it into Annie’s
outstretched pinkie.  Awash with excitement, neither of them felt the
slightest hint of pain as they watched the droplets of blood appear on their
fingers.  

They rubbed them together and held them in place as they kissed.  They
reclined on the bed holding their blood-tied fingers together.  And for a few
silent moments they dreamed little girl thoughts about what being married was
all about. 

Selene put Annie’s pricked finger in her mouth and sucked the blood away.  She
said, “Oh, yeah!  And we have to keep it a secret, ok?  We can’t tell anyone.”

“No, never.  Cross your heart and stick a needle in your eye??!!”

“A needle!!,” she tee-heed.  “We already stuck a needle in our finger!!”  The
girls thought that was very funny indeed.  The nudged each other and snickered
to each other as only little girls can do. 

Then Selene realized they’d forgotten something else, something very
important.  “Annie, you know what people do on their wedding night, don’t
you?”  

“Well, yeah, you know I do.”

“So we have to do it now, ok?”  She put her arms around her new “wife” and
began to mount Annie’s naked body.  

Annie kissed her and said, “You know I always want to do it with you, Selene,
don’t you?”

“Mmm,” murmured Selene as she extended her long, snaky tongue to its full
length, licking Annie’s belly button.   

Annie squirmed with delight and lifted Selene’s face up in her arms.  With
resignation she said, “ But we can’t right now Selene, honest.  I can’t.”

Selene snapped her five inch tongue back inside her mouth and peered deep into
her friend’s eyes to find an explanation.  Annie responded, “Because I have to
help my mom bake cookies this afternoon.  I told you that.  We’re making your
favorite kind, you know-- butternut chip.”  

“Oh, pooch, Annie.  I wanted to do it some more.”

“I know, Selene.  Me, too.  But you know my mom.  She’ll be really mad if I
don’t come home on time.  She’s supposed to be here by now to take me home
before three o clock.”  

Selene made one last attempt to dissuade her.  She spread her legs and rubbed
her smooth hairless mound for Annie.  “But wouldn’t you rather have this more
than butternut cookies?”  Annie watched as Selene cupped her hands around her
pink little pussy, pooching it open.  

All of a sudden they were interrupted by the sound of Selene’s mother arriving
home.  The girls heard the garage door clanging open.  They jumped up like
coiled springs, scampering for their clothes.  They just barely got dressed
before Selene’s mom called up from the kitchen.  “Hi, girls.  I’m home.  Are
you upstairs?”

They ran down the stairs and told her they’d been playing games in Selene’s
bedroom.  In their own way, they told her the truth. 

Later that night, Selene called Annie to remind her to keep their secret and
also to bring her some of those butternut cookies the next day.

When Annie’s mom dropped her off the next afternoon, there was an unexpected
guest in Selene’s living room.  It was her cousin, Albert who’d arrived with
Selene’s aunt Christine.  Albert was older, almost 17.  He had a greasy spiked
hair do and pimples on his face.  He wore baggy shorts and dirty sneakers.
The girls thought he was a geek and often made fun of him when he wasn’t
around.  

Selene’s aunt said Albert had invited his girlfriend Maryloo to a carnival in
Thousand Oaks that evening and asked if the girls could go along so that she
and Selene’s mother have dinner together.  “We haven’t had a sister’s night
out for a long time, how ‘bout it, Celest?”  

“Would you girls like to go to the carnival?” asked Selene’s mom.  The girls
high-fived each other and did a little dance as they yelled, “All right!!”

Selene’s mother wanted to be sure about their safety.  “Albert, will you be
extra careful to watch out for the girls?  They’re only eight, you know.  I
don’t want some strange man to get them or something.”

“No problem.  Maryloo and me keep ‘em out of trouble. We’ll have ‘em back here
safe and sound by 9:30.”  

Albert was especially nice to Selene and Annie when his girlfriend was around
so he bought their tickets into the carnival,  got them cotton candy and
treated them to three whirligig rides and the Ferris wheel.

The four of them were walking along the promenade hand in hand when Selene
spotted a side show with a big sign that said Sal the Sword Swallower.  Sal
was standing outside the door on a platform flexing his muscles beside a big
fat barker who was hawking tickets for his next show. 

“Get your tickets now for the hottest show on the boardwalk.  See Sal swallow
flaming swords two feet long!!  Tickets!  Get your tickets!!”

“Could we go in, Albert? Please!  Let us see the sword swallower, ok?”
Albert didn’t want his girlfriend Maryloo to think he was a cheapskate so
bought four tickets for the next show.

Inside the tent, a crowd of people gathered around a stage which had a
backdrop covered with big posters showing Sal, the Sword swallower, in action.
The girls couldn’t see over all the adults so they broke free from Albert and
Maryloo and wiggled their way up to edge of the stage. 

About a minute later, some recorded music came through the loudspeakers and
the barker’s voice said, “Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Sal, the
magnificent, world’s greatest swallower of swords.”  

Annie and Selene could hardly contain their excitement.  

The show began with a drum roll as Sal and a woman dressed in a leopard skin
bikini came through the curtains.  The woman rolled out a table with a
collection of long swords and some other paraphernalia on it.  As the music
played she held one of the swords up to the audience, turned it around and
banged it on the table to show everyone it was real.  When she turned it over
to Sal he raised it high above his head and put the tip in his mouth.

Annie turned to Selene.  Their eyes were as wide as saucers. They held hands
and watched Sal plunge the sword straight down his throat and pull it back
out.  

Annie shouted to Selene, “Oooo, yukky!  How could he do that?!”  Selene put
her arm around her friend’s shoulder and answered, “I bet I could do that.”
Annie responded with, “Betcha can’t.”  “Bet I can!” Selene shouted loudly.  

The girl’s talk caught Sal’s attention and as his assistant was preparing the
next sword, he looked over and winked at the girls and flexed his biceps for
them.    

On a coquettish impulse to show off, Selene stuck out her tongue, flicking it
up and down so Sal could see how long and wide it was.  Sal watched Selene
work her tongue around her face while his assistant put some liquid on a sword
and set it afire with a match.

Sal grabbed the blazing sword and walked over to the gawking girls.  He
dropped to one knee and turned the fiery shaft closer to their faces.  “Ladies
and gentlemen, we have a little girl here who says she can swallow my sword.
Would anyone like to see her try it?”

The audience applauded and people all around the room were yelling, “Yes! Yes!
Yes! Let’s see her do it!!?”

Sal returned the sword to his assistant and lifted Selene up onto the stage.
Her face was flushed with excitement, exhilaration and fear.  She looked down
at Annie who had one hand clasped over her mouth with fearful anticipation.

Selene was not afraid.  In fact, she thought it was fun being up there. She
could see her cousin Albert and Maryloo at the rear of the crowd.  He was
waving his arm wildly, motioning for her to get off the stage.  But she paid
no attention to him.   

Sal led Selene over to the center of the stage and after she whispered him her
name he introduced her to the crowd, “Ladies and gentlemen, please give little
Selene here a round of applause.”   Selene responded with a curtsey, bowing
demurely, lifting up the edge of her petite A-line dress ever so slightly.

He continued his improvisation.  “Ladies and gentlemen, I would never allow
this beautiful little eight year old girl to swallow one of these dangerous
flaming weapons.  But she can be my second assistant to prove what I’m doing
is not some kind of trick.  She’ll hold her hands around my neck as I swallow
this burning sword.  She’ll feel it sliding down my throat and then tell you
if it’s the real thing or not.  Ok, Selene?”  

As Selene nodded her willingness to go along with his game, the crowd gave her
another ringing round of applause.  Selene glanced down at Annie who had
covered her entire face with her hands, peeking through carefully spread
fingers.  

Sal dropped to one knee and his assistant handed him the flaming sword.  “Ok,
put your hands around my neck.”   She followed his instructions.  She felt his
hot perspiration as she wrapped her small hands on his large, muscular neck. 

He raised the sword high in the air with his right arm and slowly pulled it
down into his mouth.  Selene could feel it squeeze past her hands.

Her face was close to his and she could see some of the flames from the sword
dancing on his lips.  After holding it for a few seconds he withdrew the
shining shaft with the all the flourish of a second rate showman.  

As he wiped his mouth Selene saw his lips were covered with a greasy substance
that reminded her of her mom’s skin lotion.   

Sal said, “Tell the audience!  Was that a real sword you felt going down my
throat?!!”  

Selene turned to the crowd, shaking her head, “For sure.  It was a real sword,
all right!!”

The audience cheered wildly, encouraging Sal to gulp some more swords.  Selene
clasped his throat with her hands and verified the authenticity of five more
long flaming swords.  One after the other, Sal’s lady assistant presented each
new sword to the audience, turning first right, then left, then center,
holding them high in the air as if she were performing a religious ritual of
some kind.  

Each time he jerked another sword from his mouth Selene turned to the audience
and said, “Yep, that’s another real one. I could feel it going all the way
down!”  She was becoming more comfortable and beginning to enjoy the attention
from the crowd.

Each time she turned away from the audience to hold his neck, Selene’s mouth
fell open in awe of what she was watching.  Her tongue snaked out and flicked
at Sal.  Selene was so enthralled by what she was doing, she was hardly aware
of the show her tongue was performing for Sal.  

It was beginning to arouse him.  He had done is sword swallowing act hundreds
of times and seen some amazingly unusual occurrences in his days with the
carnival but he’d never seen a tongue like the one that was popping out of
this little girl’s mouth.  It was revving up his sexual engine.    

When his act was finished, Sal called for another round of applause for
Selene.   As he led her over to the edge of  the stage he whispered an secret
invitation in her ear.  “I’d like to see more of your amazing tongue.  Bring
your little friend and meet me in my trailer behind the tent.  It’s the one
with the silver star on the door.  I’ll be waiting for you.”


_______________________________________________________

Don’t miss chapter three.  Annie and Selene are about to see something they’ve
never seen before.  

JB Mast encourages reader comments.  Send them to Mastwords1@aol.com


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