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.
* 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.

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" 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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