Eve in Paradise

I gave myself the name Eve and have lived in paradise since time immemorial. Leonardo, the Holy Spirit (of which later) created me so that the spirits of the people in Paradise would have a wife at their disposal. He has created me as a 16‐year‐old girl after the model of an Egyptian girl whom Leonardo at that time was insanely in love with some 150 thousand years ago and almost obsessely lay with her in sultry nights and haunted her like crazy with his sinful desires. Many, many generations later, her descendants would become the first pharaohs. — Where was I? Ah yes, Leonardo!

At some point he decided to exchange my sweet Egyptian cunt for an even sweeter Asian cunt, a no‐brainer for him. He is very fickle about this and falls in love with any different kind of cunts every few thousand years. Sometimes it was a Babylonian, Assyrian or Canaanite cunt that robbed him of sleep. Not to mention the Icelandic, Indian and the Eskimo cunts. I would have become for sure completely crazy, had he changed my cunt every few millennia. No, thank God he didn't, I remained as crazy as before, because the Asian cunt can really do something. He is one of the three bosses, which are the Old Man, his son J.C. and just Leonardo, called the Holy Spirit.

First of all, I want to set the record straight about your idea of paradise, it's not quite as crazy as you've been led to believe. First, there is no such thing as paradise. Harp strumming, cloud home, singing Hallelujah, seeing and praising God? Well, the travel agency has sold you a lot of nonsense! There is no such paradise. They — that is, those who used to live as human beings before — are simply spirits, bodiless and invisible. We are nowhere and everywhere, we go whenever and wherever we want, to any place or to any mortal at any time, depending on what interests us. Whether you want to see Venice the beautiful city in the Renaissance or watch the french Queen Marie‐Antoinette fucking, do just what you want. There is very little that we spirits can do with our free time. After all, we can't change anything in the real world, nothing! We know that precious cup is about to fall to the ground and shatter, but there is nothing we can do about it. We see the sweet child Iosif Vissarionovich Dzhugashvili happily bathing in the little river, but we can't prevent him from growing up and one day becoming a million‐fold murderer as Stalin. — So, that's how it is.

Philosophers debate with other philosophers over a hair in the soup, silly as usual. Others travel day and night because they haven't traveled much in their lives. Still others follow events on Earth because they are curious about politics, public affairs or the Sex lives of people. But they are all sexual beings, these spirits. So therefore the mentioning of Marie‐Antoinette, the spirits are crazy curious about sex, watching it — before doing it. So, now I come back into the game with my Asian pussy. — Are you still following me?

So, then on with the tale. Spirits can watch in the real world, but they can't touch, not the languishing youth boy or the shyly masturbating virgin maiden, as much as you pine for it. Now order comes into our contemplation, now Leonardo creates me, so that the spirits have whom to touch and fuck with. I probably do not betray too much when I say that all spirits can and may fuck me, disembodied indeed, but for them just as real as in the world.

By the way, Leonardo is the only boss who lies down with me (as Leonardo, of course). The Old Man retired disappointed to his study billions of years ago and no one has seen him since. And J.C., well, he's the handsomest of the three, but he's married to Mary Magdalene and she won't let him. I've tried it many times, many times he had already taken off his tunic and lay down covetously with me and already pressed his splendid cock into my pussy and started to fuck me wonderfully, but then Maria Magdalena came around the corner like a screaming fury and beat the poor guy and his splendid cock home! But there's something like that only in paradise.

Every morning I am kissed awake by three or four putto's, that are the cute little naked‐assed boy‐angels you know them. Leonardo liked me very much and wanted to do something good for me. But now he has not only friends. The angels — each in a different guise — are not only good and beautiful, some are nasty and rebellious. Belzebub — a small, vicious yapping rough‐haired dachshund — had a score to settle with Leonardo and conjured up my sweet puttos cocks, real little man cocks! They wake me up as always, but they fuck me before the morning coffee, one after the other and they squirt on my clean body if they do not get their turn immediately. I shook my head in denial when Leonardo discovered this. "Let it be, my dear husband, it's fine like that!" Maybe he didn't notice what fun this was for me with the horny little ones.

Leonardo, my husband or father or creator, is my favorite man to fuck. He had poached centuries ago in the guise of a Babylonian prince in the beds of the virgin Florentine Medici‐daughters and showed them that there was also something hornier than masturbating. He discovered a handsome, clever and popular boy with a big, strong cock who gave him serious competition in poaching inside the pussies of the virgins. At first he took the bodyform of this Leonardo in order to land with all the chaste girls. But the new body gave him so much pleasure and success that he kept the body as an avatar ever since. I was just as enthusiastic as he, because this Leonardo prepared countless wild nights for me!

The saints from the first Christian millennium were the most pleasant. They had lived quite honestly chaste, never lay with a girl and many of them even denied themselves masturbation. They were praised here in the hereafter and were highly respected spirits because of their impeccable lives. But they had to change completely. Here they were allowed. I introduced them all with tenderness and sex‐appeal into the world of lovemaking and prepared a great start for them. I was amazed at how clumsy celebrities like Tomás Acquino or Saint Augustine were. They wrote the most ingenious works, but lay with me trembling with fear and didn't know where front and back were! How many times I had to pull these fools out of my asshole and stuff them right in the pussyhole! Leonardo said laughing, they were so used to that, they had always fucked only in the assholes of young boys! Hieronymus was completely different, he didn't need any schooling, not even Francisco de Assisi, they still knew exactly what was the plan.

Quite well I remember the long conversations with a certain Penelope, formerly a Queen of Ithaca in Greece. She was one of the few spirits who — like myself — never had pubic hair, there were only a few of us. We laughingly compared her hairless Greek pussy and my hairless Asian pussy and giggled like little girls. She told me about her life, 12 years she was married to a King, then he went to war, came back for two months and disappeared forever. Following the custom, she had her 11‐year‐old son laid to her, and he became her faithful lover until her death. She gazed for a long time over the sea of clouds that joined the sea on the horizon. "There was only one wild time in my life, Eva," she said dreamily, "when I really let the wild sow out! Literally!" I had become curious.

"There came to me noble gentlemen," she told me, "sixty in number, seeking to marry me." She stalled them, saying she couldn't decide. The noble gentlemen, by character all lowly buccaneers, decided to fuck her for trial, she should decide afterwards. She was excited and horny, so many cocks at once! We two women laughed until our sides stung. Many cocks on offer, we both knew that, were a seducing tentation. Penelope continued, she had fucked through every night with dozens of the men for almost 4 years, she was greedy as never before and got everything a respectable wife never got. Penelope laughed sheepishly, "I really was a love‐starved wild sow then!" Now, her son was returning from an odyssey that had led him in search of his missing father, and had grown serious and mature.

She had let him go with a heavy heart and worried who would warm her 17 year old's feet at night, inexperienced in matters of love as he was? She needn't have worried, he was smart and sly like her and lay with the maidens and youngest daughters every night. He spurned the wives of the hosts and the mothers of the daughters, wisely arguing that he had not come to whore with the wives of noble men, but to seek the father. The girls got everything they wanted from him, he deflowered them of course and gave them orgasms. He grinned wryly as many of the depraved, filthy girls begged him for another and another orgasm.

Penelope paused. "I don't want to bore you with my rambling speeches, Eva," but I asked her to continue. Penelope sighed deeply. She had great fear in her heart, she wondered how he reacted to her greedy fucking? But again, she had nothing to worry about. Her son took advantage of the lengthy banquets in the evenings to lie unobtrusively beside the naked mistresses of the nobles. He inconspicuously stuck his cock into the pussies of the beauties, chatting, joking, and carrying on a filthy, piggish whisper with them until either the girls' piggish giggles made him cum on his own or — in most cases — she secretly rubbed his cock in her pussyhole with piggish whispering and made him squirt inside. Some neighboring mistresses watched her secretly masturbating him and touched their clits in arousement. They didn't visibly fuck, it wasn't noticed by no one but me, so Penelope smiled horny aroused at him and winked at her rogue secret fucker. "During these 40 banquets my boy squirted several times in their pussies, and in all of them!" Penelope laughed brightly. He was fucking all the beautiful mistresses multiple times in retaliation for the Lords fucking Penelope unlawfully and humiliating her. "I couldn't teach him anything new!" exclaimed Penelope laughing.

The trial fucking of the nobles, but also Penelope's greedy desire for it shocked him. The podium of shame was virtually in front of everyone, the nobles surrounded her, loudly judging the performance of their competitors and staring at her little hole, in which the competitor was violently fucking. The son was ashamed of her, laid her head on his lap and put a hand protectively on her clit. His cock loomed over her face and when he masturbated her briefly to trigger her orgasm, he squirted a rich jet into her mouth. He told her not to worry, he had been saving his semen for her on his odyssey. Sure enough, he squirted every time a rich jet in her mouth until sunrise with each of her orgasms.

Penelope fell silent and looked over at me. "So, what happened next?" I urged. Thirty days it went on, she continued, sensing how sad and hurt her son was. "On the thirtieth evening, he smashed the bed of sin with an axe and led me vigorously upstairs to my bedroom. We stayed in bed until noon the next day, it was one of the horniest nights," Penelope smirked, shaking her head with a laugh. "I realized right away that I didn't want any of the Nobles, just him!"

When Penelope's silence took me too long, I nudged her in the side with my elbow. "The Goddess was playing a nasty joke on me!" she continued in a sad tone. The Goddess had turned her husband into a filthy old beggar when he entered the castle. He challenged the nobles to a contest with her husband's bow and won! The son was privy to everything and had deposited quivers of arrows all over the hall and the beggar shot all 60 nobles dead. The beggar answered a tricky quizzing question the proper answer and now Penelope was sure that the raggedy fellow must be her husband. She offered him her lips for a kiss and now the Goddess changed him back into his form. The joy of reunion lasted only a short time, after a few weeks the Goddess ordered him to leave again. He never came back. The son became King, but he did not take a Queen but lay with Penelope and fucked her dutyfully until her death.

Penelope bowed her head sadly. I waited patiently, what could I ask her now? She said after her death he had made a petite, shy virgin princess of 12 his Queen. Penelope shook her head and muttered an ancient pagan spell. "I've been overcome with a bad feeling that it's going to end badly with these two," Penelope said sadly. She said she was there on the wedding night, the girl was definitely an untouched virgin and she wept bitterly as he deflowered her. With joy and relief, Penelope added. The dear child always willingly and patiently let him fuck her as often as he wanted, even though she herself did not have an orgasm.

Everything seemed fine, Penelope said, until the day her rich outfit arrived a few months later. Penelope crossed her fingers in pain. She knew at once where her bad premonition had come from. The princess had been brought her puppy. The maiden had trained the wretched mutt from youth to lick her clit to orgasm! Penelope kept silent dejectedly and I exclaimed, like the Hanoverian countess, crying her eyes out in paradise for her Great Dane dog, with whom she much preferred to fuck than with her gay husband! But Penelope shook her head, the virgin only had her clit licked to orgasm, she did never fuck the little doggie. Penelope was sad, because her son's wife never got orgasm and did not like to masturbate in his presence, and she never did, definitely not! The faithful servants reported to him secretly that she could only orgasm while being licked by the little dog, and only then she masturbated long and intense. He was horrified and as if struck, he did not know what to do for the first time in his life. Penelope had become a ghost and could not advise him. I asked in her silence what she would had advised him to do, because I was already toying with the idea of using Leonardo, as he could appear to people in dreams or in a vision. Penelope thought for a long time. "I would tell him to accept it and actively experience the dog's licking together with her, as with me!" I was silent in horror, after all I had only seen dogs in my travels, but now Penelope?

The silence lasted a very long time, and I looked at Penelope sitting straddled across from me. She had a beautiful, childlike‐looking and hairless pussy like me, which is how our intimate conversation began. Penelope appeared now at a self‐chosen age of mid‐twenties. She had very finely curved labia with a large clit without a foreskin, which always seemed to be stiff, as if she were permanently aroused. When she moved a little, the labia revealed her tiny little hole. I lifted my gaze and looked at her full, firm breasts. It was quite clear that probably all the nobles of the country were keen on this beautiful maiden, who exuded a lot of sex‐appeal.

The silence lasted a very long time until I finally asked Penelope. She laughed uproariously and shook her head with pleasure, "No, never with a dog!". This custom was especially common in the eastern areas of Greece, where a great many women dressed their pooches to have their clits licked to orgasm. Many many women, not to say all. This was considered quite normal in the eastern cities, but not in her western homeland, she was not aware of a single woman who had her clit licked by a doggie. The women in her homeland masturbated with their fingers, that was very common. In the West, they didn't train dogs, but horses, noble stallions. On my many short trips I have of course seen many animals, dogs, cats, horses etc... But it had never occurred to me to look at their genitals. I was mainly interested in the sexual customs and habits of mortals, because only in this way I learned new things and what was in fashion at the moment. I was able to observe people within 1,800,000 years and learn the exciting evolution of their sexuality. I looked a little confused at Penelope. "And — you too?" She nodded after a moment's thought. I just had to fucking know. "Can you talk about it?" I asked quietly, "I'd never heard of it before and I even can't imagine it." Penelope nodded, "but let's keep it between us girls, okay?" I nodded and said, only Leonardo would know, because he could read my mind, that's how it was.

Penelope said she had been given a very young stallion in her childhood, Protraktes, in her country horses have names like people. She trained him to be masturbated every night when she rode him out, that was very common there. She masturbated him every day until the end of life, then he got a funeral at the stake like a fallen hero warrior. Penelope noticed that I had no clue what she was talking about. She smiled kindly and said she would describe it quite accurately.

"I rode naked every evening, sitting on Protract's beautiful body without a saddle, to my favorite spot, with only a thin veil blowing behind me so people wouldn't tearing their mouth off too much about the naked rider. I lay down on the grass and prepared my pussy for the night with the King. Protraktes sniffed my pussy as I masturbated, he watched with a knowing horny look and his cock grew arm long and stiff. When I was done, he sniffed again my hot pussy and trotted forward, over me, so that his cock was right there for the taking. His cock was about as thick as a man's, but at least twice as long. I masturbated him lying down, doing the same as masturbating a man. He squirted in the grass or on my breasts or on my pussy, just as I felt like it. I wiped his semen and hugged him lovingly, he was my most loyal friend. Only rarely did I have to masturbate him a second time and we rode home to my husband. My pussy was hot and Protraktes' warm fur kept it nicely on blazing flames." I nodded gratefully, for now I could picture it well. Penelope took a moment and continued.

"Around the time Odysseus went off to that unfortunate war my 11 year old lay with me every night and quickly learned to fuck me. I once went to the horse stables with a girlfriend at noon. There I saw for the first time how she let herself be fucked by a young stallion. It looked very horny and I watched my girlfriend how good it did her, how much she enjoyed it and she prayed pagan spells, embracing the stallions neck thankfully. I had heard since I was a child that those women who followed the old pagan religion let themselves be fucked by the "holy stallions", but I just giggled stupidly at these legends. Yes, I didn't even understand what the old pagan religion was. I couldn't sleep for days, rolling from side to side and masturbating with the wildest, horniest images of the stallion‐fucking in my head. Then I went with the girlfriend to the stable at noon. I let her trained stallion fuck me for the first time, and it was wonderful!"

"The horse's glans looks a little different. It's flatter and rounder, and where the glans joins the cock, there's a thick ring that gets quite firm when it gets hard. Supposedly, it serves to seal the mare's hole so that the semen doesn't ooze out too quickly. Anyway, it serves us damn pagan women to directly stimulate our G‐Spot, which not many men can do. You slide in the Hagemonion, which is a strong wooden frame where the stallion can rest his front hooves and a long board for the woman at the right height. You let the stallion sniff or lick your pussy, because they are trained to quickly become erect at our pussy's scent. The woman grabs his cock tightly with both hands and inserts it into her little pussyhole. It is about as thick as a man's, but twice as long or longer. That's why you have to hold him strong with both hands, so that he doesn't penetrate too deeply in his horny rage at the end and impale the poor woman! I come to orgasm very well with the stallion and hold him well when he fucks faster and squirts. Usually it's enough for me to get fucked four or five times in a row, that tires me out comfortably, but I always had to masturbate furiously afterwards. My girlfriend says a well trained stud can squirt 25 times or more before he goes lame."

"So, you only let the stallion fuck you once?" I asked curiously. Penelope laughed and slapped her thighs. "No, what are you thinking! I snuck into the barn as many times as I could. My son once misspoke and confessed that he had been sneaking after me from the beginning, watching everything from a distance. He noticed it himself, how good it did me and what beautiful orgasms I had afterwards. Since I always bathed before dinner after I returned with Protraktes, he didn't mind the stallions semen or scent at all. I hugged and kissed my son, from then on he was officially allowed to go with me to the stallion and sit at my feet to see everything closely. Those were the only times my son saw me masturbate because I always needed it badly immediately after fucking the stallion. We went to the stallions almost every day, even when he was already King. He gave me a beautiful young trained stallion after the 4 horrible years with the bride‐seeking noblemen. The stallion was trained to lick my pussy and clit intensely before fucking, that's why my son selected him for me. My son loved me all his life with all his heart."

Penelope, while narrating with her eyes closed, had been gently stroking her clit. Now she lay back with her cheeks glowing, her clit stirring stiffly an inch out, stiff to bursting and maybe she phantasized of her stallion behind her closed eyes. She masturbated very effectively and routinely and I jumped back in time. Penelope lay down on the Hagemonion and let the stallion fuck her five times in a row. The son sat across from her with glowing ears and watched her fuck. She masturbated with a shameful and very shy smiling to her son after the fucking, turning her head to the side, because she was very shy and by heart ashamed about her greedy horniness. I jumped back even further in time. Penelope masturbated her 9 year old son very devotedly, letting him to the end penetrate her pussyhole and squirt inside. I jumped back into my time again, my trip had not even lasted a blink of an eye, because these time trips did not cost any real time, no matter how long you were on the road. I gulped with horniness as Penelope raced towards and triggered her orgasm.

I spent a lot of time with Penelope, because she was a remarkable woman. I visited her frequently in the past and experienced her love adventures through her eyes. She asked me once and I replied that I sometimes masturbated ten times at a time and then again not at all for months. It depended on how often I was fucked, that was my main job after all.

I had met many many men in the course of my long life. Only rarely did I make love with girls, I had not been created by Leonardo as a lesbian. But sometimes I was seduced by girls who were genuine lesbians and because I am goodwilling by nature, I liked to join in. But I mostly fucked with men or boys, because Leonardo had put great emphasis on the fact that my fine Asian pussy came to orgasm every time very easily.

On Ithaca there was a unique custom before Penelope's time and had been practiced over many many centuries. In the afternoons, the 5 to 15 year old boys would walk in large numbers to the Hall of the Dead and then one by one they fucked the dead girls and young women. It was fascinating to see dozens of boys fucking the dead, each one so many times until he was completely drained. I jumped back hundreds of years to the beginning of this strange custom. It began with a seemingly dead mother being desperately fucked by her sons until — here the miracle happened — she came back to life! Over the next hundred years, the miracle repeated itself again and again, as the wicked and resourceful women pretended to be dead, letting their sons fuck them on their deathbeds for many hours, suppressing their orgasms until they could suppress it no longer. These miracles led to them being fucked on their deathbeds by sons, cousins and other relatives from then on, perhaps to experience the miracle. This custom lasted for many centuries, as the mothers of the time forbade the daughters to be fucked as youths. Since many women died very young, they were perfectly suited to be available to the younglings for fucking. The custom gradually stopped when the mothers loosened their iron grip and daughters were allowed to fuck and be fucked from the age of 8 or 9. The boys ended up preferring to fuck with living ones rather than dead flesh, which began to decompose after a week at the latest.

I fucked with many different men over the years, from all cultures their spirits came and fucked with me smiling blissfully. The Neanderthals, for example, were very simple and down to earth in their thinking, but they were of powerful physiques and loved to fuck. The Mongols didn't have such powerful dicks as the Neanderthals, but they held out tenaciously and enjoyed cuming like a divine gift. The classical Romans were nothing special, I once traveled to see Cleopatra to learn more. She wasn't a bit in love with old Julius Caesar, she cared solely about her throne when she fucked the old man. Posterity has also dressed up her story, stylizing her into a sexpot, which she was not at all. Catherine, the Russian Tsarina, was said to fuck horses, but that was said only out of pure political malice. In truth, she was a really hot‐blooded woman who picked handsome, loin‐strong men from her guards to fuck. There were many such mendaciously twisted characters in human history and that was not something I envied.

Autumn has come. Many new spirits came, beautiful young women and many beautiful young men. The deceased rarely chose older spirit bodies than 30, to spend the life afterwards old and frail nobody wanted. An eternal life in youth was not a bad thing, and I saw many newcomers smiling finely when they realized in the first minute that the earthly ideas of paradise were pure mumbo jumbo.

So when the master of ceremonies introduced me as the one who would give them carnal pleasures, I saw the new youngsters grinning broadly.

Such a life one could only wish for!