Thalia's Prank 
by Couture
(FF,anal,rom)
email: [email protected]

Please do not read if under 18 years of age or 
offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.

(c)2002 by Couture

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"Tell me a story," the young girl, freshly tucked into 
bed asked.  "Puh-leaze."

"You are much too old for bedtime stories, Lyra," I 
scolded, patting her on the head.

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

I sighed, knowing she could say "Am not," much longer 
than I could say, "Are too."  

"Okay, but just one." I said.  

I began to tell her a story I had never shared with 
another living soul.  I don't know what made me tell 
it.  Maybe it was the fact that I needed to share it 
while I still could.

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My story began forty-five years ago, when I was about 
the age of my granddaughter.  I was walking down the 
path to the village.  I was walking alone, even though 
Daddy liked for me to take my brother with me.  It 
made absolutely no sense at all, because I was bigger 
than that shrimp anyway and I can lick him in a fight 
too.

As I came to a small bend in the path, I saw something 
so shocking, it was almost hilarious.  There was a 
beautiful young girl maybe a year older than I was, 
throwing rocks up into the tree, trying to knock loose 
a white toga hanging from a branch.  The shocking 
thing was that it was her toga.  She was totally 
naked!  

I hid behind a tree, so that I could observe her with 
impunity.  She had golden brown hair, piled on top of 
her head, with a few strands coming down in curls.  
Her eyes were the finest pale blue color and shown 
like sapphires.  Her body was curvaceous, yet without 
a hint of fat or touch of age.  But, it was her sex 
caught my eye.  It didn't have a single hair to 
protect it from prying eyes.  I had never seen such a 
thing.  Well, only with young girls and this woman 
certainly wasn't one of those.

By the look of her silk robe, she must have been very 
rich.  I'm not sure what it was, but something about 
seeing this obviously well-to-do girl, naked, 
helpless, and digging for rocks to throw, was making 
me feel a little funny.   I was having strange 
feelings, like an itch between my legs that wouldn't 
go away.

"Come down here this instant." She ordered her togo, 
as she petulantly stomped her dainty feet in the 
grass.  "I command you."

Her voice was lyrical, almost as if she were singing.  

"Errrrrr," she growled.  It was a cute growl.  She 
couldn't even get mad properly.  I giggled again, 
watching her throw another rock at her robe.  

Then, I saw her looking my direction, so I pressed up 
closely against the tree.  She must have heard my 
giggle.

"Is that you Thalia?" she asked.  "I've had enough of 
your pranks already."

I tried not to breathe.  My face was only inches away 
from the tree, I wished there was some way I could see 
if she was still looking in my direction or how far 
away she was.

"You think this is really funny, don't you, Thalia?" 
she said.  "Well, I'll show you funny!" 

I screamed as her fast hands darted around the tree 
and grabbed my toga.  A quick tug and I was as naked 
as she.

"You're not Thalia," she said, looking at me with a 
puzzled expression.

I tried to hide my nakedness behind my hands.  "Give 
that back," I said, grabbing for my toga.

"Come and get it," she said, giggling, and running 
back the way she came.

I ran after her.  It was impossible to try to cover 
myself and run at the same time.  What a sight we must 
have made, two naked girls running through the woods.

Then she stopped and just before I could catch her, I 
watched as she balled my toga up and reached back.  

"Stop," I cried, but it was too late.  My toga flew 
from her hand, and now hung on the same branch as hers 
in the tree.

"Ha," she laughed.  "Now, I finally have some help."

How stupid could she be?  Now we were both in trouble.  
"I can't believe you just did that, you horrible 
girl," I said.  "I could have gone into town and 
gotten you a toga, but now we are both stuck out here, 
naked and helpless."

She smiled her brilliant, if a little naive smile.  
"We're not stuck.  It's taller than you or me, but if 
I lift you up, you can reach the first branch."

She was right.  The togas were about thirty hands from 
the ground, but the first branch was only around 
eighteen hands tall.  If she lifted me up, I could 
reach the first branch and climb to the other easily.

"I'm Urania, by the way."

"And I'm mad you stole my toga," I said.  

"That's a very long name," she laughed.  It proved 
infectious and I was forced to give up my stern look 
and join her.

"I'm Helena."

"Pleased to meet you Lady Helena," she said, and 
kissed my hand.  I blushed.  She was obviously the 
lady and I was just a poor farm girl.  "Here, let me 
help you in the tree."

She moved over to the tree, and made a swing out of 
her hands for me to step into.  I put my foot in her 
hands, reached up for the tree branch, and grabbed it.  
I barely had it with my fingertips, and there was no 
way I could pull myself up.

Urania moved behind me, hands on my bum and attempted 
to push me up.  This caused my bottom cheeks to 
spread, showing her things only my mother had seen.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, stepping back and causing me to 
fall to the hard ground on my bottom.

"Ouch!" I cried, rolling to the side to sooth my hurt 
seat.  

She was behind me instantly, rubbing my arse in a too 
familiar way.  

"What did you do that for?" I accused her.

"You're hurt."

"Of course I am," I said.  "You would be too, if you 
dropped from a tree."

"No," she said.  "Your stab wound."

I must have turned four shades of red.  She held the 
cheeks of my bum open and was staring at my arse hole.

"That's my arsehole, silly."  Was it possible she 
could be that naive.  

She pressed a finger lightly against it.  "It doesn't 
hurt?"

It didn't hurt.  As a matter of fact it felt wickedly 
delightful.  I had never had anyone touch me there in 
such a manner.  Who would?  

"Of course it doesn't hurt.  You know very well 
everyone has an arsehole."  I said, pushing her hand 
away.  "Stop teasing me."

She reached her hand back and searched her bum as if 
it were the most acceptable thing in the world.  "No, 
I think I would know."

"Don't lie."

To my disbelief, she turned around, put her arse in my 
face, and spread the cheeks of her bum.  In between 
the mounds of her dimpled bottom cheeks ran only a 
smooth valley with no puckered crater.  I gasped with 
the realization of what she was.

"What was your name again?"

"Urania."

"And your sister is Thalia."

"Yes," she said.  "But right now I'm not claiming her 
after what she did with my toga."

I felt faint.  This creature with her arse cheeks 
spread in my front of face was a goddess.  I touched 
the smooth valley of flesh; there wasn't even a ridge 
where her arsehole should be.

She turned back around and went back to inspecting my 
bum, but thankfully, it was on the ground and out of 
sight.

"Helena, can I see yours?" she said.  "Can I see your 
arsehole?"

Are you allowed to say no to one of the gods?  I felt 
like I could, but I turned over on my hip anyway.  It 
felt only right after I had been so intimate with her.

She examined it inquisitively -- even poking at it, 
causing me to whimper.  I could feel my sex grow 
moist.  I wondered what this goddess think of me?

"I am jealous of you mortals," she said.

"What on earth for?"  

She prodded my bottom hole again, causing me to gasp.

"You have two sex organs and we only have one."

"It isn't a sex organ.  It's an-ah- dirty place.  When 
we eat food, that's where it comes out of."  I could 
barely talk due to the inquisitive probing of her soft 
fingers.

"You're being cruel," she said.  "Teasing and lying, 
just like my sister."

"Oh!" I gasped, as she inserted a fingertip in my 
tight hole.

"See," she said.  "How could an apple fit through such 
a small hole?"

"Ugh, it isn't like that.  T-the body changes it to 
uh-Oh-Urania-please stop that."  The itch in my arse 
and sex had turned into a deep wanting need that I was 
helpless to resist.

"Liar." She wiggled her finger inside of me.  "Now you 
expect me to believe that mortals have magical powers 
to change the properties of matter. Hummpf."

"Please," I said, suddenly out of breath.  "It's 
true."

"I know.  Let's approach this in a scientific manner.  
On your hands and knees so I can examine you better."

I was helpless as she helped me over to my hands and 
knees.

"If I get you something to eat, will you change it for 
me?"

"It doesn't work like that."

"See, you can't prove your hypothesis," she said.  
"Now, it is my turn to prove mine."

Before I knew what was happening, I felt her mouth on 
my sex.  The feeling was exquisite; I had never 
guessed there was such pleasure.  I didn't know what 
to do, but my body seemed to know better than I.  My 
legs spread wide and my back arched to obtain more of 
this wonderfully sinful pleasure.

The pleasure increased and I could feel a great sense 
of urgency in my sex.  I knew something was about to 
happen.  Something big, but I wasn't sure what.  
However, just as it started, her mouth was gone and 
the feeling ebbed.

"Please. . . more," I begged.

"More what?  More pleasure?"

"Yes, more pleasure."  I was overcome with distress.  
I needed more of the wonderful feeling that was 
waning.  I thrust my hips back, searching for her 
lips.

"What do you mortals call what I was kissing?"

"A cunny.  Ah-please more." 

"And the other.  What do you call that?"

"My arse.  My arseho-Oh-Goddess!"  I cried, as I felt 
her lips press against my tiny rosebud.  She didn't 
just kiss it; soon I felt her tongue press against the 
grommet and slip inside of my tight tunnel.  

I was in disbelief.  A goddess was licking my dirty 
hole and it felt wonderful.  I couldn't even support 
my own weight, my face and breasts sunk down into the 
soft grass beside the tree.  She licked and suckled it 
like a fruit.  I could feel the deliciously sinful 
pleasure building inside me again.  

Again she withdrew her mouth.  "I think I have proven 
my hypothesis and I have deduced your secret," she 
said, kissing my arsehole between every word.  "You 
have two, two sex organs, yes?"

"Yes," I admitted.  "Please."  I humped my hips back, 
begging for her touch.

Her hands grabbed each of my cheeks, spreading them 
wide, exposing me, and revealing my dirty secrets.  
"Oh Goddess, what are you doing to me?"

"Investigating," she said.  A finger penetrated my 
tight passage and was pulled out.  "Did you know that 
it clenches and winks at me, as if begging for my 
touch?"

I could only imagine how vulgar I must look to the 
Goddess at that moment.  "No, Goddess, I've never seen 
it."

"So you weren't teasing me.  You thought you only had 
one sex organ, and I've discovered your other," she 
said, giggling with delight before planting another 
deep kiss on my aching hole.  "Then it is my duty to 
name it then.  Of course I have the perfect name."

She blew her breath on my arsehole, the cool air 
tickled, causing me to clench and unclench my tiny 
grommet.  

"Helena," she said.  "Would you like me to kiss 
Uranis?"

"Oh yes goddess.  Please.  Kiss my anis."

"No, not *your* anis.  Uranis," she scolded.  "Oh, to 
Hades with it."  

She again kissed my rear passage.  This time she 
touched explored my sex with her fingers at the same 
time.  In moments the sense of urgency returned as the 
waves of pleasure reached a peak.  

"What is your wish?" she asked.

"For you to stop talking."

"I'm serious," she said.  "I'm giving you a wish for 
this gift you've given me.  If it's in my power, I'll 
grant it."

"I wish," I said, trying desperately to think.  I 
could have wished for money, power, or anything else, 
but the only thing on my mind was her.  I wanted her 
more than anything.  "I wish for you.  I want to taste 
you."

I gasped as I felt her tongue and fingers resume 
taking me toward my final destination.  She didn't 
stop this time, but took me right over the edge.  I 
fell down into an abyss of pleasure.  I made a new 
discovery of my own, and after forty-five years, it is 
still true.  There is nothing, no other feeling that 
compares to kneeling on the soft grass, the sun 
warming your back, and a goddess granting you sweet 
release.

My cries rang out in the forest causing birds to take 
flight from the tree tops.  My arse and my pussy 
clenched around fingers and tongue.  And then - and 
then - and then. . . 

"And then?" the young girl on the bed asked. 

I snapped back to the present and realized I was back 
in the dark room again, with my granddaughter looking 
intently at me with a questioning gaze.  My chest was 
heaving and my nipples stuck out from the thin fabric 
of my night clothes.  I realized I was wet, almost 
laughed at how I still reacted to the memory of my 
goddess.

"That was it," I said, feeling a little sad at the 
thought, wondering if somehow I had tasted her, but 
then forgotten the memory.  "When I came to, she was 
gone."

My granddaughter was quite.  I could tell from the 
flush of her face and chest, my story had affected her 
as well.  "Ugh," she said.  "That's a terrible ending.  
Do another one."

She didn't realize it was true.  Probably no one ever 
would.  

I patted her head and tucked the blanket in around 
her.  "And then I said I wanted to be Emperor's 
concubine instead.  See, he was really the father of 
my babyies; not your poor grandfather, Zeus rest his 
soul."

She laughed and turned into her pillow, satisfied at 
last.  

I walked back to my room on my creaking limbs, crawled 
into bed, and wished for the same satisfaction.  What 
did happen afterwards? Was it possible that mere 
mortals were forbidden to remember such things?

I awoke to a kiss on my lips and hair tickling my 
forehead.  "Go back to bed granddaughter," I said.  
"Leave an old woman alone."

"Are you sure?"

I realized the musical voice didn't belong to my 
granddaughter at all.  I was afraid to open my eyes 
and it be a dream.  I opened them and there she was.  
Exactly the same, as beautiful as she was fifty years 
earlier.

"Urania?"

"Now my pretty girl remembers," she said.

"I'm not pretty anymore."

"Shhhhh," she said, putting a finger to her lips and 
then slipping out of her robe.  Her body was just as I 
remembered it.  Sensual, curvaceous, perfect.  "Don't 
you remember your wish?"

"Yes," I wanted her even now as an old woman, but 
feeling I had been shorted.  "But I'm old. . .to old 
now."  

She lowered her sex to my lips.  It was beautiful, the 
same perfect plum I remembered from the days of my 
youth.  I kissed her there savoring the taste of honey 
and suddenly was filled with a renewed strength.  I 
licked her with a new found vigor.

She gasped.  "The nectar from a Goddess grants youth."

I had lived a full life and didn't require fifty more 
years, but her gift meant so much to me.  Not so much 
for myself, but that she could have me as I was.  As I 
was that day in the forest.

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