	Rhonda

A slight breeze blew through the garden, rustling the leaves in the trees and bending 
the stems of the tall flowers. A lamb lying down by the side of a small pond twitched 
its nostrils, but soon relaxed. This was about as rough as the weather ever got. The 
lamb returned to the flowers it was nibbling, unperturbed by the nearby presence of a 
lion on the other side of the pond. And why should it be bothered. The lion would no 
more wish it harm than he would himself. The sun stood high in the clear blue sky, 
just a single white cloud to break the utter blueness in front of which flew a squadron 
of migratory birds. 

The garden was peaceful but not wholly quiet. Bees and other insects buzzed 
amongst the flowers and shrubbery. Birds sang melodiously from the fruit-laden 
boughs of the leafy trees. The slight breeze brought a welcome coolness to the warm 
air and added a rustle to the ambience. And amongst it all could be heard shrieks, 
gasps, cries and yells. The birds and the beasts in the garden were not troubled by it in 
the least. This was a noise to which they were accustomed. It was just Adam and Eve, 
the guardians and prime benefactors of the garden, once again indulging in passionate 
and totally abandoned lovemaking out in the open on the short grazed grass.

Ever since Adam woke up one morning to find a slight ache in his side and the 
beautiful sight of Eve beside him, there had been very few hours indeed where the 
couple had not indulged the passion they felt for each other and explored their 
sexuality in a world free of guilt and sin. Adam had not had to endure many days of 
solitude before Eve arrived, and like him she arrived fully grown and with no memory 
of an earlier time. He had never really questioned this. He assumed that this was how 
it should be. And, lo, what he had seen of the world was good and right, and he had no 
reason to believe that it should ever be otherwise.

Indeed, he had not been especially unhappy in the time before Eve arrived. He 
had plenty to do in exploring the grottoes and woods and ponds and streams of the 
garden. There were so many interesting and beautiful things to see and he knew all of 
them by name. As well he might, as there were no names before he granted them to 
the world. There were some places he preferred over others. He enjoyed bathing in the 
still waters of the pond or lazing on the grass lawns that spread out in all directions or 
climbing up the trees to regard the garden's vista stretching in all directions as far as 
he could see, towards the far distant horizon. But just as he had no conception of a 
time before he arrived in the garden, he was never much concerned about thoughts of 
a world beyond the garden.

And now with Eve, there was a new world to explore, and the garden itself 
was a world they could now explore together. When they weren't enjoying the fruits 
of the trees, they were enjoying the feel of their own bodies. There was so much to 
explore, and although Adam was sure that he knew every inch of Eve's flesh and 
loved every part of it, somehow he never lost his desire to explore it again and more 
thoroughly.

At the moment, Adam was thrusting in and out of Eve's spread open legs, her 
ankles interlocked behind the taut muscles of his buttocks, while she lay back on the 
short soft grass, her full apple-shaped breasts shaking up and down to the same 
rhythm as Adam's thrusts. The passion drove her face into expressions of agony, but 
this was the agony of achieving peaks of orgasmic ecstasy that was pushing her body 
close to the limits of endurance. Her long blonde hair splayed out in all directions for 
a yard or so. Her waist was slender but her hips were wider and round, perfectly 
designed to accommodate Adam's foot-long penis as it thrust back and forth, 
seemingly inexhaustible in how long it could stay erect and the volume of semen he 
could generate when self-restraint was finally sacrificed to his need to achieve an 
orgasm of which Eve would by now have had her own experience in the dozens. 

Eve looked up at Adam above her, his hands grasping her thighs and hips the 
better to keep thrusting into her. Although the long hair of her head came down to her 
waist, otherwise her hair, except on her crotch and under her arms, was very much 
sparser than Adam's. His chest and face was blessed with a growth of light brown hair 
that curled rather more than the shoulder-length hair that framed the penetrating green 
eyes and the warm reassuring smile of his face. She smiled back at Adam, her light 
green eyes sparkling in the sun, as her crotch pushed against his thrusting penis. She 
was so lucky. So fortunate. She lived in a beautiful place. And she loved the most 
beautiful man. She couldn't possibly ask for anyone more kind, more considerate, 
more loving or more virile. She was truly in Paradise.

And still Adam thrust away at her, as she melted and dissolved in the ecstasy 
to which she had become accustomed, until Eve could sense from the twitching 
movements of his penis inside her that he was himself at last about to come. This 
awareness merely heightened her passion and so, mutually and simultaneously, the 
two of them burst out in an orgasmic climax where their cries drowned out all other 
sounds in the garden. Adam released his semen deep inside Eve, intermixed with the 
juice her own passion had generated. This was they both felt the proper place for him 
to release his load. They had tried other alternatives. But somehow the taste of semen 
in Eve's mouth never matched the joy she felt when it was down below. And her arse 
had never felt as comfortable a receptacle as her vagina. 

And then the two collapsed, sated and exhausted, jerking spasms of semen 
trailing out of Adam's penis onto the grass and Eve's thighs. She could feel its trickle 
seep out between her legs and join the puddle on her inner thighs and in a small damp 
patch on the daisies and leaves of grass that brushed against them. The two of them 
lay together, arms and legs entangled, as the breeze brushed against the small hairs of 
their skin and ruffled Adam's beard. A heron strode close beside them, unconcerned 
about their presence, while a doe stood grazing within feet of Eve's face.

"I must wash myself," Eve remarked, as the juices became cracked and dry on 
their skin. "Do you want to come?"

Adam smiled, but shook his head. "I feel so relaxed. It's so beautiful here in 
the sun. I'll rest here. I'll see you later."

Eve smiled in return. There was nothing unusual in this. They had all the time 
in the world and whether they were together or apart, in spirit they always felt close 
together. And, of course, Eve had no conception of fear and no thought that solitude 
would in any sense make her more vulnerable. And vulnerable to what? There was 
nothing in the garden that could ever harm her. She stood up and stroked the doe on 
the head as he muzzled against Eve's hand. Her naked body was a delight to Adam as 
he lay there, the sun in his eyes as he watched her silhouetted figure stroll unhurriedly 
towards the wood where Eve's favourite pool awaited under the shadow of tall fruit 
trees and willows. He closed his eyes and felt himself drift off to a post-coital doze.

Eve knew that Adam always felt so tired and exhausted after they had made 
love, as did she but somehow never to the same extent. This was just one of the many 
differences between the two of them that she loved and would never wish were any 
other way. She strode off, her hands brushing against the flowers and the heather that 
dotted the grass lawns, and entered the wood that afforded welcome shade from the 
midday sun. Birds flew through the trees welcoming her with their song, while 
squirrels and monkeys run up and down the branches as happy to see Eve as she was 
to see them. Her feet pressed down on the grass that protected her feet as she strolled 
unhurriedly along. She had no notion of wasting time or of ever being longer away 
from Adam than he might expect. In fact, time had almost no meaning to her at all.

And there ahead of her, shining in the sun in the opening between the trees, 
was the pool which she would soon sink into and bathe the stains of her passion away. 
But just by the pool was a white and red figure she'd never seen before. Her heart 
jumped a beat in anticipation. Another new being to which she could get acquainted. 
Like the elephant she met whose long trunk wrapped itself in friendship and affection 
around her slender waist. Or like the pair of unicorns who approached her and nuzzled 
her face, carefully ensuring that their horns would not harm her. Or the yale that 
jumped and danced for her pleasure. But this creature was different, and the strangest 
thing about it was that it resembled Adam and her. Indeed it much more resembled her 
than it did Adam. Long hair, breasts and a very feminine shape. Just like her own 
reflection as she saw it in the waters of the pool.

However, this person was very strange in other ways. She had long red curly 
hair that came down to her shoulders and bushed out. Her skin had a reddish hue to it, 
but where the skin wasn't red it was very white, unlike the slightly brown tanned skin 
that Adam and she had. But strangest of all was that she was wearing a short white 
skirt and a tight tee shirt that covered, but did not disguise, her full breasts, and white 
socks and trainers on her feet. She was bent over, a pair of knickers discarded and 
lying to one side of her, while her hands were busy stroking and caressing her vagina. 
She was far more intent on masturbation than on noticing Eve approach her. Eve had, 
of course, masturbated on occasion, but as she could rely on Adam to bring her more 
satisfying, more physical, sex, it wasn't something she felt the need to do very often.

"Hello there! Who are you?" Eve asked, not even thinking that she might be 
interrupting the girl's privacy.

The girl looked up at her with pale blue eyes and Eve could see that the source 
of the redness on her skin were small discreet spots which had she known she would 
have called freckles. This was strange in itself. She and Adam had no such spots on 
their perfect skin. These spots were at their most dense around her nose, but they were 
everywhere else as well. On her legs, her knees, her bare arms, her high forehead.

The girl pulled her hand away from her crotch with a start and pulled the white 
skirt over her groin. It came half way down her upper thighs and flared out at the hem. 
She looked up at Eve with a startled expression.

"Who're you? And why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

"I'm Eve. And what are you called? And what are 'clothes'?"

"Rhonda. That's what I'm called. Rhonda. Like the Beach Boys song. And 
clothes? Surely you can't be serious. These are clothes." She touched the fabric of her 
skirt and tugged her tee shirt forward. "You must know what clothes are."

"No. I've never seen things like that before. They must feel very strange on 
you." Eve smiled and knelt down next to Rhonda and stroked the soft cotton fabric of 
the dress by where Rhonda had just been masturbating.

"Are you shitting me? Is this some kind of weird nudist colony or something? 
Where the fuck am I?"

Eve was slightly puzzled by Rhonda's linguistic expressions, but she smiled 
quizzically. "This is the garden. That's all that it is. Don't you know? Do you come 
from somewhere else?"

Rhonda sat back resting her weight on her arms, and watched Eve stroke her 
clothes with a puzzled expression. "Well, hell. Of course I do. Venice Beach is where 
I was."

"'Venice Beach'? Is that near here?"

"It's in Los Angeles. You must have heard of it."

"No. What is 'Los Angeles'?"

"The City of Angels. California. Christ! You can't be that stupid. You aren't 
telling me you don't know LA."

"'Ellay'?" Eve laughed. "You are telling me so much I don't understand. If 
you don't come from here, and you come from some place with a strange name, how 
did you get here?"

"Fucked if I know!" Rhonda swore angrily. "One moment I was in Venice 
Beach. Just mooching. Not doing much. And then, I dunno, I got all dizzy or 
something. And then I kind of fell over. And I didn't just fall a few feet. Fuck no! I 
was like falling for like hours or something. Like spinning around. It was like the 
weirdest trip I'd ever had. And I hadn't taken anything either. And then I arrived here. 
By this water pool and under all these trees."

Eve grinned. "Well, I'm really pleased you came here, Rhonda. I must 
introduce you to Adam. He'd love to meet you."

"'Adam'? What kind of fucking weird shit is this? You're called Eve. And 
you've got some guy called 'Adam'. Just tell me I'm fucking dreaming."

Eve laughed. This Rhonda was so funny. She had the strangest way of 
speaking. Adam would really like to meet her. A new friend. Just like the unicorns 
and that giraffe. But one that could speak. How truly delightful! She placed a hand on 
Rhonda's tee shirt covered shoulder and smiled warmly and welcomingly. "No. 
You're not dreaming. I came through the wood and there I saw you masturbating 
under the tree."

Rhonda became visibly even redder. Eve was slightly startled. She'd never 
seen such a discolouration before. Except perhaps when she and Adam were in the 
heat of lovemaking. If she'd known better, she'd have realised she'd seen her first 
ever blush. Rhonda was very embarrassed.

"Look. Eve. I'm sorry about that. Like I don't normally do that. But I thought I 
was like alone here. I just didn't realise there was anyone else here. And somehow, 
you know, there's something real freaking weird about this place. I got here and just 
somehow felt, you know, kind of warm and tingly. You know, like horny. And it just 
seemed like natural. I can't really explain. It just got me that way."

Eve laughed at Rhonda. "I don't know what you're trying to say. I feel horny 
all the time. That's just the normal way to be."

Rhonda frowned at Eve, but her eyes sparkled in a way that puzzled Eve rather 
more. "Really. Is that so?"

"Yes, of course. I just love making love. Adam and I do it all the time."

"And it's just you and Adam, is it? No one else?"

"Well, who else is there?" Eve laughed innocently.

"I'm sure you know the answer to that," remarked Rhonda placing her hand on 
the hand that Eve still had on her skirt.

Eve frowned, slightly troubled. She looked at Rhonda's light blue eyes and the 
lips, which seemed unnaturally red and shiny, through which Rhonda's strong white 
teeth gleamed in a curious, almost wicked smile. "I really don't understand."

Rhonda didn't reply, but instead leaned forward towards Eve's face and kissed 
her gently on the lips. Eve gasped a little but didn't pull herself away. Emboldened, 
Rhonda moved to a more comfortable position with relation to Eve, her knees 
touching the inside of Eve's thighs, her lips pursing and kissing Eve's face, her hands 
stroking the bare skin of Eve's shoulders and thighs. Eve was thoroughly puzzled. 
This was somehow quite different to the affection showed towards her by the animals 
of her acquaintance.

And then Eve was aware of just how very different it was, as one of Rhonda's 
hands grasped a breast, her nipple between splayed fingers, while another hand 
grasped the back of Eve's neck, the fingers pressing her long hair down onto the nape, 
and her mouth pressed hard against hers. The tongue pushed open Eve's lips and 
twisted horizontally against her face, so that Eve's eyes were focused on Rhonda's 
long curls of red hair. And then the tongue was deep inside her mouth, pushing 
against her own tongue and running over her teeth. Eve eased Rhonda's face away 
from hers so she could gaze into the girl's face. Their eyes were so close, and Eve saw 
for the first time that there was a strange blue hue to Rhonda's eyelids.

"What are you doing, Rhonda?"

"Only what you want me to, Eve."

"Kissing me. Stroking me. Pressing my breasts. But that's what Adam does to 
me."

"And isn't it ever so delightful?"

"Well ..." puzzled Eve. There was something slightly wrong about this, but 
Eve was uncertain what it might be. "What might Adam think if he saw you doing 
this?"

"He'd want to join in!" Rhonda replied, pushing her face back against Eve's 
and pressing her palm more firmly against Eve's bosom, while her other hand stroked 
Eve's thigh. Eve raised an eyebrow, but Rhonda's reply was fairly convincing. And, in 
any case, Eve found that she was rather enjoying Rhonda's warm freckled skin against 
her own, and she was fascinated by how quite different were the textures and flavours 
of her flesh and the taste in her mouth. She responded more vigorously to Rhonda's 
kiss, matching the strange girl's nibbling and tonguing with the energy she practised 
with Adam.

Rhonda's body felt softer and smoother than Adam's. Her lips also tasted very 
strange: Eve wondered whether it was something to do with their curious redness. 
And the very thing that was most odd was her clothes. It came as rather a surprise to 
Eve when Rhonda removed them. Until then she'd thought they were something 
integral to the girl, like a bird's plumage or a lion's mane, but, no, they could be 
removed in their entirety, even the strange white hooves that enclosed her feet. And 
what was underneath was different again. These freckles were everywhere. They were 
denser in some places, like on her upper chest and on her forearms where they were 
almost as densely packed as on her face, but in other places they were relatively thinly 
scattered. Eve ran her tongue over them, wondering whether they might come off with 
her licking, but it merely dampened her red and pale skin. And, even stranger still, 
there was a metallic silver ring in her navel and two rather thinner ones in her the ear 
lobes. Eve had never seen an animal that had metal in its body before.

And then she felt Rhonda's fingers probe into her crotch, her fingers stroking 
her clitoris and her fingers through the bush of curly hair. Eve reciprocated by putting 
her fingers with rather less confidence on Rhonda's vagina. The hair there was as red 
as on her head but more tightly curled than Eve's own. And her clitoris was slightly 
longer and thicker. And the lips of her vulva were not smoothly folded like hers but 
were almost falling out of her like ragged curtains of flesh. What did it taste like? She 
put her mouth and nose to it and sniffed and licked it. The taste was like her own after 
she had had sex with Adam, but somehow also richer and more complex. But it was 
much more like her own crotch in flavour than Adam's. 

She felt Rhonda's own tongue around her vagina and even a slight nibble from 
Rhonda's teeth, and this was so much like Adam's own exploration there. In fact, if 
she closed her eyes, it felt very much like Adam's, until Rhonda's fingers probed 
deeply inside her. Rhonda's crotch was beginning to smell somewhat more strongly 
and at the same time, Eve was aware that there was a slight skim of clear viscous fluid 
amongst the curly hairs and coating the inner lips of her vulva. This was something 
very different to Adam's penis, and she thought that this must be what Adam 
experienced when he licked her down there. 

Eve felt the familiar warm feeling of passion fill her, and as usual she gasped 
and whined with the pleasure. This abandon stimulated Rhonda who emitted some 
rather lower moans as she more excitedly rubbed her fingers into Eve's crotch and 
pushed her tongue deep inside her, so that Eve could feel its muscular flexibility 
against her clitoris and in her rougher interior. And all the while she lay above 
Rhonda, her bottom in the air, and her knees brushing against Rhonda's side and her 
thighs feeling the soft warm roundness of Rhonda's bosom and occasionally feeling 
one of her largish nipples against her.

Adam meanwhile was finding it more difficult to rest under the sun in the 
open air. The breeze had steadily become more blustery. The trees rustled more 
wildly, even their branches bending as the air buffeted against them. Adam was 
puzzled. Until now, there had only been a slight breeze. The sky was still mostly blue, 
but the clouds in the distance seemed thicker. So thick in fact that they presented a 
dirty grey colour rather than the usual fluffy white. Perhaps it was going to rain. 
Though normally rain in the garden was brief and gentle. Nevertheless, Adam could 
no longer relax recumbent on the grass.

He stood up on his feet and felt the wind push up his long hair and agitate the 
hairs on his arms, his beard and his crotch. He frowned. Perhaps it would be better to 
join Eve in the wood. He wandered towards the trees, following the path worn by 
animals that led to the pool where he and Eve usually bathed. As he entered the 
relative gloom of the forest, he could still hear the rustle of the leaves, but otherwise 
the wood was strangely quiet. The birds were no longer serenading and the monkeys 
were not chattering. He looked up at an ape on one tree who crouched on an upper 
branch with a banana in the palm of his foot, but did not respond to the friendly wave 
he directed at it. Adam frowned, but continued his way through the wood.

And then he heard a sound in the wood that he'd never heard before, at least 
not from a distance. It was a moaning, groaning sound, occasionally broken by a 
strange slapping and a quite loud shriek. At first he was sure it was just Eve. Perhaps 
she was masturbating, though usually she wasn't normally quite as vocal. But then he 
also heard another note, which was also high-pitched like Eve's, but somehow less 
gentle and more guttural. However, Adam had no concept of danger. There was 
nothing in the garden that would harm him. So he felt no urgency to quicken his pace 
as he walked through the wood.

Nevertheless when he got to the pool, for the first time ever, he felt emotions 
of a negative kind that he was unable to understand. There was Eve. True. But also 
someone else. And what they were doing was unmistakably like making love. Adam 
had no notion of emotions like jealousy or anger, and he was more puzzled and 
bemused as he strode toward the interlocking bodies and greeted them.

Eve faced him, her long hair plastered by the sweat of her exertions, with the 
expression he'd always associated with her during their own lovemaking. Slightly 
foolish, brightened by love and desire, but also something else which he could not 
have not known but was the first glimmering of guilt in what had before now been a 
perfect world. "Hello, Adam," she greeted him, slightly breathlessly. "This is 
Rhonda."

"And you must be Adam," commented the strange woman. And what a strange 
woman she was. Slippery with sweat, but also both very red and very pale. Was she 
even the same species as Eve and he? Even her hair was different. Curly and red, but 
similarly damp with strands clinging to her bright shining cheeks. "Fuck! You're well 
hung! Hey, stud! Do you want to join in?"

"Join in?" wondered Adam. This is itself was a strange notion. Wasn't 
lovemaking meant for just two? And wasn't that couple meant to be only male and 
female? Although he was puzzled, he felt a strange arousal in his groin. He looked 
down in surprise, to see that his penis was twitching into erectness, slowly rising like 
a mast from the dark curly hairs. "I don't know. What do you think Eve?"

"I'm not sure," said Eve, pulling herself gently off Rhonda, but still holding 
her hand.

"Of course he's sure!" spoke Rhonda for her, stretching a hand out and 
grasping Adam's penis as it reached almost full erection. The feel of her hands and 
those shiny red fingernails brought Adam's penis to its greatest size. The skin pulled 
tightly off his glans, which shone in the afternoon sun with a purple glow. And then, 
Rhonda disengaged herself fully from Eve, who nonetheless pressed the side of her 
face against her buttocks, and put her mouth to Adam's penis, while grasping it with a 
hand. Adam watched with curiosity as Rhonda's mouth jogged up and down on its 
length, her cheeks pulled inwards, and a strange slobbering sound coming from her 
mouth.

And so it was that Adam and Eve gave into the temptation of Rhonda's 
advances, tasting a fruit that no one had explicitly forbidden them, but which they 
both somehow felt was not quite right. The three of them were on the grass by the 
pool under the tall trees, Adam's penis inside Eve and then inside Rhonda. Sometimes 
one mouth, sometimes two, sucking and licking and nibbling its length, his testicles 
and even putting fingers up his arse, something that Eve had never done before. He 
thrust into Rhonda as she lay on the ground, her legs around his waist, his buttocks 
mechanically thrusting back and forth, the sounds of the forest now punctuated by a 
slap slap slap of their conjugal rhythm, while Eve kissed and licked Rhonda full on 
her mouth, her hands stroking her breasts as they flattened and flopped with each 
thrust of his pelvis. 

Adam didn't notice the sounds of the birds bursting from the trees above in a 
panicked flight, nor the anguished rustle as monkeys and squirrels raced along the 
branches. Nor the sound of the wind, which had truly picked up, as it bent the trees 
with its gusts. The sky was getting darker, even though it was still many hours to 
nightfall. All he was conscious of was the passion that drove his lust and matched his 
cries of pleasure and ecstasy by the frantic shrieks and cries of his two lovers. And 
Rhonda knew no bounds to her imagination. She guided his penis into her anus. Such 
a tight fit, clenching tight on his pulsing manhood, as he thrust into her, while Eve's 
tongue and fingers played with his testicles and Rhonda's vagina. But still he thrust, 
bleary-eyed, hot and ravenous.

Eventually came release which Rhonda ensured was shared by both Eve and 
she, as thick globules of semen spurted over their sweaty hot faces, dripping down 
their noses, cheeks and chins, the two of them looking foolish and childish. Adam had 
never done this before. Normally he ensured he released himself inside Eve. That was 
surely the place it was meant to be: in his lover's own receptacle of love.

And then Adam noticed that it was raining heavily. So heavily in fact that the 
forest was no longer offering sufficient shelter to keep them dry. It fell in torrents 
down his chest, and through his hair, washing off all the passion and sweat. And not 
only from him, but also from Eve, whose long hair weighed heavily against her skin. 
And Rhonda. Was it also bathing her in its icy cold wetness, as it blew against his skin 
and made him shiver? 

But there was no sign of Rhonda. Or of her clothes. She had somehow 
vanished. There was no trace of her at all. There was just Adam and Eve. He put his 
arms around his companion, as the rain fell on him, and they looked up at the 
unnaturally dark sky where the large droplets of rain pounded down on them. There 
was a sudden brilliant spark of lightning. For the first time ever, Adam and Eve felt 
fear. Lightning did not seem at all benevolent. It cracked onto the ground and then 
there erupted an ominous loud echoing crash of thunder.

"We need to find shelter!" Adam yelled, as that was the only way he could 
make himself heard over the roar of the splashing rain. There was another crack of 
lightning and an even louder crash of thunder. "We shall have to run to the caves!"

"Yes, we must," agreed Eve, looking at Adam, an expression of fright and 
even terror disfiguring her face.

And so they ran. And as they ran, the lightning burst around them, the woods 
caught alight and they were followed by the smell of burning wood. Smoke billowed 
out from the wood behind them when they burst into the open air, which provided 
safety from the fire that they uncomprehendingly saw around them. As they ran, they 
saw other animals run too. Antelope, deer, cattle all running in fear and bellowing 
with anxiety. 

They passed a lion who was sheltering under a tree. Eve thought she might run 
to him. Perhaps they could take him to the caves and they could shelter together. She 
paused in her running, panting and gasping from the unfamiliar panic, and studied the 
lion. The animal snarled at her. Its teeth were bared and its eyes didn't look at all 
friendly. As Adam hurried her on, she glanced back at the lion. Under his paws he 
could see the torn and bloody carcass of a lamb. And at that moment Eve fully gained 
the knowledge that had been slowly growing inside her, as she ran with the cold rain 
streaming down her bare body and flattening her hair to her skin, that from now on the 
world would be a less kind, more unforgiving place. 










