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{ASSM} The Coming of Age (Bradley Stoke) (S/F FF)

Title: The Coming of Age
Author: Bradley Stoke
Keywords: S/F FF
Short Summary: Zoot at last reaches her coming of age and there's a 
party to celebrate.


Story: Divine Love (5,724 words)

Zoot celebrates her coming of age at a party organised for her. As she
watches Uranus orbit above her, Zoot has to choose who will be privileged 
to initiate her into the adult world. Will it be her mother, her best friend 
or someone totally different? It is a tense choice as she can only ever once
celebrate the Coming of Age.


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The Coming of Age
=================


Zoot was so excited. At last, after all these years, she was at 
that age, that special age, that coming of age, where she could 
drink, take drugs and have sex. Now, she could share the 
physical love, which until now she could only practise on 
herself. She hoped that all her practising had prepared her well 
for her new life, where her vagina could at last be penetrated. 
Her mother marked the day, as was the custom, by shaving off 
the hairs that had grown so wild and full in these years of 
waiting. Zoot stood there, wearing nothing, her hair short and 
shaved on the sides and back, longer and full and permed on 
top, while her mother carefully ran the laser shaver over her 
crotch, only the short stubble left to remove. In the cane seat in 
the corner of the room, was Aghana, her mother's partner, 
watching the ceremonial shaving with concern while tenderly 
worrying the golden ring in her own shaven crotch.

This was how Zoot would always be from now on, now that 
she had come of age. And soon, if she ever chose to take a 
partner, she too would have a ring pierced through the folds of 
her vagina or even her clitoris. Her mother wiped her freshly 
shaven crotch with a towel and then splashed some sharp 
sweet smelling perfume on it, which smart ever so slightly and 
made Zoot gasp.

"There! It's done!" Zoot's mother exclaimed. "Now everyone 
will know that you've come of age." She ran her palm over her 
daughter's smooth crotch, admiring her handiwork and the 
beauty of her offspring. "Now, you'll be able to enjoy the 
pleasures of love. Now you'll be able to do whatever you like."

Zoot's mother lowered her face between Zoot's thighs, as she 
stood against the large windows that opened into the garden 
and the huge elm trees that towered high above the house. She 
let her tongue slip through her lips and lovingly licked her 
daughter's crotch, while Zoot gave vent to another gasp. So, 
this is what it's like! Zoot thought to herself. She'd so often 
watched her mother and Aghana making love, their tongues on 
each other, their fingers inside each other's smooth and shiny 
orifices. And now, while Aghana smiled approvingly, she could 
feel another woman's tongue on her. The tongue slid over the 
smooth mound of her crotch, and then worried itself into the 
folds of her vagina and then ooh! her teeth nibbled gently on 
her clitoris. Zoot felt a warm, slightly troubling, sensation burn 
from down there, while she looked down on her mother's 
short-cropped head between her legs.

"Azini! Enough!" said Aghana, with a chuckle. "Your daughter 
needs to be ready for her party this evening. Not exhausted." 
She brushed the long single strand of hair off her face. The only 
strand which survived her brutal daily shaving, and emerged 
from above her forehead and curled around over her cheek 
and shoulder.

"You're right, lover!" laughed Zoot's mother. "It's just that I've 
looked forward to tasting Zoot's little clitty for so long. And 
now of course I can." She stood up, standing slightly taller than 
Zoot, her large artificially enhanced breasts on a line with 
Zoot's shoulder, a dress open at the front and down over her 
buttocks and revealing her own shaved crotch from which 
dangled a long chain which would slap against her inner thighs 
when she walked.

"Oh, Mum!" exclaimed Zoot, disappointed. She'd so often 
looked forward to the moment when she could share the 
conjugal bed with her mother and Aghana.

Her mother kissed Zoot gently on the lips, not able to resist the 
temptation of running her slightly sour tasting tongue over their 
reddened sheen. "Don't worry, sweetest! There'll be plenty of 
opportunity in the future. You've come of age, you know. 
There's no law in the solar system that can stop us now."

"But you promised, Mum?" began Zoot, regarding her 
mother's huge breasts which seemed out of proportion to her 
lithe slender body.

"Don't forget your promises," agreed Aghana, who was naked 
as always except for the chains she had dangling from her own 
much smaller, pointed breasts. 

Zoot's mother nodded, and let her daughter take her breasts in 
her mouth, supporting their full round glory in her palms, while 
nibbling and licking the nipples, which like her Zoot's own 
clitoris, had become stiff and rigid. Zoot had not tasted them 
since she was just a baby, and she'd never tasted anyone's flesh 
except her own. It was so warm, and soft, but resisting. And 
those nipples, which filled Zoot's mouth tasted so sweet. Her 
saliva dribbled down her mother's breast, while she gripped her 
now smooth crotch in a hand, feeling that unfamiliar 
hairlessness, and masturbating herself with a long finger.

"That'll be enough, dear!" said Zoot's mother, clearly 
reluctantly, after a few minutes. "You've got your party this 
evening to look forward to. You don't want to be worn out 
before then, do you?"

Zoot let herself be eased off, and stood silhouetted against the 
windows, still rubbing her crotch, wondering to herself whether 
she wanted to rub herself off in front of her mother. Somehow, 
this act still seemed too private to do so publicly, even though 
her mother had so often encouraged her to do so when she 
was watching sex films with her partner and her. However, her 
mother and Aghana made the decision for her, leaving arm-in-
arm, clearly quite excited, and probably off to make love 
together, while Zoot collapsed onto the full sofa, which 
engulfed her, while she pushed and thrust her fingers into her 
crotch. As she gasped and sweated, her fingers aching from the 
effort, she thought ahead to her party, the first one, of course, 
she was ever able to go to, and naturally so because her own 
had to come first before she was of age to go to any other.

As her fingers probed and explored her now strangely smooth 
crotch, she reminded herself of the stories Alifa, her best and 
closest friend, had told her about her own coming of age party, 
not so many months earlier. Now, she too could have sex with 
as many people, and as often, as she liked. And tonight, she 
knew, she would lose her virginity.

At long last, after all the presents were unwrapped and later 
discarded, it was the time for Zoot to enter her own party. As 
tradition required, the other guests had already arrived and 
were massing together in the vast hallway in her mother's home. 
Zoot sat impatiently in her room unable to concentrate on 
anything. Zoot wasn't really watching the holographic porn 
video that was playing in the background, nor was she really 
that interested any more in her view of herself in the long mirror 
at the end of her bed. She was dressed in a long red velvet 
cloak that came down to her bejewelled ankles, which parted 
at the front to display her pert young breasts and her recently 
re-shaven crotch. Delicate booties raised her heel high off the 
floor and there was a small jewel-encrusted crown pinned into 
her hair. Who would be the lucky one tonight to snatch her of 
her maidenhead?

She could hear the sounds of computer-generated music fill the 
rooms and hallways beyond her own: the melodies and 
harmonies chosen to fit and change with the ambience and 
mood of the room in which there were any listeners. And then, 
with a broad grin, her mother opened the door. She strode up 
to her daughter and kissed her on the mouth. Zoot responded 
with passion and for a few moments, mother and daughter 
kissed, their tongues battling amongst the teeth and through the 
lips. Zoot placed her hand on her mother's crotch and was 
delighted to find that it was as moist and hot as her own groin 
most certainly was.

Zoot's mother gently pushed her daughter off her. "It's true that 
I've waited so many years for the pleasure of your body, but 
not now. You have a party to go to and a virginity to lose. 
Come now. The guests are all waiting for you."

"Is Alifa here?"

"Is she to be the lucky one? Oh! Sweetest! You choose so 
well. But savour first. And there's much to savour. Yes. Alifa is 
here. And all your friends. Except Omeg and Inzoince. They, of 
course, haven't yet come of age. But worry not, you'll have 
your chance with them on their coming of age parties."

Zoot's door slid open and she and her mother ventured onto 
the huge balcony. Her mother hadn't lied. Everyone was there. 
Everyone she knew. And plenty others beside. An exotic 
gathering of beautiful young women, with a few older ones 
amongst them. The household's music system responded to 
their entry with a loud fanfare of celestial choirs and trumpets. 
The lights arced and swivelled to highlight Zoot against the top 
of the stairs as she strode down on their dark red velvet carpet, 
the rest of the house dimming so that she was undoubtedly the 
centre of attraction. And then everyone cheered her; while the 
celestial chorus built up to a crescendo of celebration, and 
garlands, flowers, butterflies and confetti fell onto the heads of 
her waiting guests from above. 

Zoot strode regally down the stairs, her mother behind her. Her 
cloak shimmered in the slight breeze generated by the house's 
climate control system, occasionally parting to show not only 
her smooth groin but her pert expectant breasts and the small 
gold chain that dangled over her hips. And soon she was at the 
foot of the stairs and engulfed in a sea of welcoming guests. 
Her body was caressed and stroked by others dressed in their 
own tastefully chosen clothes, all discreetly arranged so that for 
most of the time their bare crotches could be seen. 

"Oh Zoot! I'm so happy for you!" said Alifa who placed a hand 
on Zoot's crotch. "Please let me be the one. Say that it'll be 
me."

"I'll make my decision later," Zoot replied coyly, but 
nonetheless taking the opportunity to place her mouth full on 
her best friend's. For several minutes, the two of them sunk 
their tongues into each other's mouth, the taste of her mother's 
saliva still distinct amongst the tastes of Alifa's wine-soaked 
breath. Zoot had almost already decided that it would be Alifa 
who would plunge the golden phallus inside her unbroken cunt. 
She loved Alifa to distraction as she had for the many years 
from earliest childhood that they had known each other. 

Alifa was wearing a golden and silver waistcoat, opened at the 
front, and had titanium rings pierced through her nipples. She 
was bare from the waist down except for some gauze like 
shimmering cloth strapped around her legs just below the knees 
and flaring out to her dainty azure slippers. Her hair was long 
and straight, shaved at the front, as were her eyebrows to give 
the semblance of an impossibly high forehead. She put an arm 
around her friend's waist and the two of them wended their 
way through the welcoming guests, exchanging kisses, strokes, 
caresses and probes of an intimate and sensual nature. The 
flame in Zoot's crotch her mother had lit that morning was 
fanned by all this attention to burn even brighter. She could 
barely wait until the moment of penetration would occur.

She let one hand probe down to Alifa's crotch and pinched and 
squeezed her friend's vaginal lips. She bent down on her knees, 
and in the middle of a group of admiring friends, she placed a 
finger below Alifa's clitoris and licked and teased it with her 
tongue. It smelt so strange. Not like a smell she'd ever smelt 
before, even from herself. So rich! So appetising! So sweet!

"Come, Zoot!" said Alifa putting her hands on her friend's ears 
and pushing her gently off. "Time for that later. Now is the time 
you shall taste wine and plenty." She eased Zoot up by her 
hands beneath her armpits and nodded to Elise, another friend 
of hers, who was proffering a goblet of sparkling clear wine. 
Zoot took the glass and savoured another delight that until now 
she had been too young to legally enjoy. It was a strange taste. 
Sweet but also slightly sour. And the bubbles tickled her nose. 
She wasn't sure whether it was the party atmosphere or the 
alcohol, but she almost immediately felt intoxicated.

 From thence, her memories of the party were scattered and 
uncertain. She drifted amongst her guests, wandering from 
room to room, savouring on the way other previously forbidden 
delights. Some you drank. Some you inhaled. Some you 
sniffed. And always around her the presence of naked or near-
naked flesh, feeling her skin against theirs and their skin against 
hers. And soon she was lying on the grass on the lawn under 
the artificial night of their artificial world, looking up at the stars 
beyond the great transparent dome and the massive glory of the 
nearby gas giant, Uranus, shining almost as brightly as the 
distant Sun itself. 

She was with Elise and Alifa. Their three bodies were entwined 
and naked. Somewhere in the party she had left her gown 
behind, surely now in the possession of one the household's 
domestic robots to be returned to her whenever she would 
require it again. Elise had a bob of light green and purple hair 
that covered her eyes and went round the same length to her 
shaved neck. She was slim with breasts almost hardly formed 
at all. Indeed they were almost all nipple. And after having 
admired those nipples for so long, Zoot had now had the 
pleasure of their taste. 

Zoot had learnt a lot already, though how much was promoted 
by the hallucinogens, the alcohol or the serotonin she couldn't 
be sure. She had learnt just how different people smelt and 
tasted. And how each person had different smells and tastes all 
over the body. Although she dearly loved Alifa, it was Elise 
whose taste and smell was somehow the richest and most 
enticing. She smiled at her lover, and kissed her on her full 
purple lips. Perhaps Elise would be the one. In fact, the way 
she was feeling at the moment she wished it was Elise now. The 
golden phallus between her slim, angular hips thrusting back 
and forth while she kissed her best friend, Alifa, whilst her 
mother and all her guests would stand around admiring and 
cheering them on.

And how sweet did Elise's vagina smell! Sweeter even than her 
mother's. And such perfect, unbroken folds. Such a firm and 
proud clitoris. Zoot grabbed Elise by the back of her neck and 
thrust her face against her own for a long slobbery wine-tinged 
kiss, while a languorous Alifa ran her fingers idly up and down 
Zoot's thighs and stroked her vagina. A cloud passed overhead 
between the top of the trees and the light from the nearby 
planet, and there was a flutter of bats near the eaves of her 
mother's grand house. Surely this was heaven. And perhaps 
now was the time. The time that would truly mark her transition 
into adulthood.

However, Zoot felt she ought to see more of the party before 
she made her decision. She disentangled herself from Elise and 
Alifa, who moaned softly but remained entwined together. She 
crawled forward on her hands and knees, and then stood up 
naked under the stars, the grass pleasantly brushing against the 
soles of her feet and through the gaps between her toes. She 
wandered back towards the house, past other naked bodies, 
many of which coupling with vigour, but mostly relaxing in the 
warmth of the night. She climbed up the steps to the long 
balcony that went around her house. Through the windows she 
could see guests making love or just having conversations with 
each other. In the large hallway she could see a number of 
guests dancing to the heavy percussive sounds of electronic 
dance music. Should she join them? She decided not to. She 
was slightly tired from her own lovemaking and her narcotic 
infusion.

She walked along the balcony to the point at the furthest end, 
which looked over to the hills and parks near the small sea. 
This had always been her favourite place to stand and relax. 
Sometimes in the distance, you could see the planetary cruisers 
as they darted across between the many settlements and 
artificial worlds surrounding Uranus. She put her hands on the 
wall around the balcony and leaned forward, feeling the slight 
breeze on her breasts and on her bare crotch.

But she wasn't alone. Another girl was standing at the balcony 
also watching the view. And not a girl she'd ever met before. 
She was also naked except for short puffed blue velvet sleeves 
that covered her from her elbows to her shoulders. She had 
long braided hair trailing down her back cascading from a 
topknot in the centre of her otherwise shaven head. Unusually, 
however, she was totally black. In the modern world most 
racial distinction had disappeared after the many years of 
interbreeding. Most people were various shades of brown. 
Very few were especially pale or especially dark. What 
dedicated single-mindedness over the generations had led to 
such racial purity?

"It's a very warm night," the girl commented with a broad smile 
from between thick reddened lips, a flash of white from her 
eyes and teeth startlingly distinct against her black skin. "And 
such a beautiful view!"

"It is, isn't it?" agreed Zoot. "Look at the lights shimmer on the 
sea from the planet's reflection. I often stand here and admire 
this view. Sometimes, you see the moons reflected as well."

"You often enjoy this view? You must live here? Are you Zoot? 
The girl whose coming of age it is?"

"Yes, the same," Zoot smiled. "Is it a long time since your 
coming of age?"

The black girl smiled in return. Such beautiful strong teeth! "Not 
long ago, really. Less than six months, I think. I'm still getting 
used to all the freedom I can enjoy. It's so liberating, but also 
quite daunting. Look, we're not introduced. I'm Lamentha. I 
came here with Agnatha. I've really enjoyed your party."

Zoot put an arm around Lamentha's waist and the two of them 
stood at the balcony edge looking out at the dark shadows and 
the distant lights. Lamentha leaned her head over and kissed 
Zoot tenderly on the cheek. Despite all the physical attention 
she'd received all night, somehow this kiss imprinted itself more 
firmly in Zoot's mind than all the probing and sweaty groping 
she'd enjoyed up till then. She turned her face around away 
from the starlit view and gazed deeply into Lamentha's eyes.

"I don't really know you. Perhaps we shouldn't?" she 
commented.

Lamentha grinned. "This is your coming of age, Zoot. From 
now on, it doesn't matter whether or how well you know 
anyone. If you want to, you can just do what you like. Come 
on, girl. I've heard so much about you this evening from your 
friends. Let's see what you feel like."

The black girl put her hands around the back of Zoot's neck 
and pulled her forward onto her large welcoming lips. Still shy, 
despite her relative intoxication, Zoot was uneasy with getting 
to know Lamentha so physically so soon, but as their lips 
conjoined and she tasted Lamentha's tongue on her own 
tongue, she felt her reservations fly. She put her own arms 
around Lamentha's hips and pulled the slim naked body 
towards her. She had such full breasts, and not ones artificially 
enhanced like her mother's. And those buttocks! How could an 
arse be so warm and inviting and full? And the taste and scent 
and colour and flavour of Lamentha's skin. It was so warm, 
inviting and arousing.

"On the grass. Come on!" Zoot whispered through long deep 
breaths. "Together. Stretched out."

"Yes. It's. Nicer. On the grass," gasped Lamentha as short of 
breath through the haze of passion as Zoot. 

It was an ache for their bodies to separate, as they strode hand 
in hand down the steps which led from the balcony to the lawn 
which stretched for so many hectares out into the distance. One 
thing was for sure, out here in the outer suburbs of the solar 
system, space was very cheap. Zoot had heard that it was so 
much more crowded and expensive the closer you got to the 
Sun. The two girls lay down on the short soft grass, Zoot 
below and Lamentha above. And their lovemaking became 
more passionate and free the more they got to know and be 
familiar with each other's odours and tastes. 

Lamentha was so different to Alifa and Elise. Those beautiful 
soft breasts, crowned by those proud long nipples. That 
slender, slighter muscular waist. The beautiful, smooth skin 
towards her vagina, with lips that pursed together so perfectly 
and exactly. And when Zoot parted those lips, the dark skin 
against her own pales fingers and her sparkling silver nails, 
there was such a pink looking clitoris and the flesh inside was 
also pink, perhaps even slightly yellowish. Zoot couldn't help it. 
She let her tongue lap up and down Lamentha's vertical smile, 
enjoying the rich smell and the slight sourness of the juices freed 
from within Lamentha's innermost recesses. And while she 
probed and licked and kissed and nibbled, Lamentha stroked 
her hair and shoulders and her own pert hardened nipples.

A groan startled Zoot, but she looked up at Lamentha's face 
and saw that it was she who was groaning. The passion was 
released by a moaning, sighing cry. Zoot became belatedly 
aware that she too had been vocal in her passion, but as 
nothing to Lamentha, who gave so freely of her emotions.

As the two girls caressed and their bodies slid so easily over 
each other, there were other noises to be heard. The cicadas in 
the trees. The rustle of the mild breeze through the trees. And 
also the grunting and groaning of other guests. Soon enough, 
Lamentha and she were sufficiently sated that they could lie 
back, their sweating damp bodies on each other, Zoot's chin on 
Lamentha's breast, her black lover's arms around her 
shoulders, and their legs and feet intertwined. And now Zoot 
could more clearly see the source of the other noises.

One particularly loud set of groans and cries came from over 
where Zoot had left Elise and Alifa. Zoot smiled. Her friends 
had clearly resumed their lovemaking. She peered more 
closely. There were three, no four, figures silhouetted against 
the distant trees and bushes. There was Elise and Alifa. She 
could still recognise her friends even in shadow form. But there 
was another woman who was thrusting in and out of Alifa's 
cunt with a monstrous dildo, while Alifa herself was thrusting 
her dildo into Elise's cunt. And around them, encouraging and 
licking and teasing, was Aghana, a dildo clearly silhouetted 
against the grass. They were really making more noise than any 
set of lovers. And now that she had noticed them, more than 
anything other than the thumping dance music that was seeping 
out of the house.

Zoot knew that she should feel happy that her best friends, and 
her mother, and her mother's lover, should be getting on so 
famously and enjoying each other's company so much. But a 
more selfish part of her was less than pleased. After all, it was 
her party. Her coming of age. And if anyone should be getting 
or giving special treatment, it should be Zoot herself. Not those 
who just happened to be closest to her.

She ran her fingers over Lamentha's vagina, which still felt 
warm and liquid. There was a clear, oozing juice smeared over 
her lips, which was just too viscous to be sweat. "Lamentha. 
It's my coming of age. And I can choose whoever I like to 
break me in."

"I remember my coming of age. I chose my best friend, 
Agnatha, but she wasn't really the best. I didn't know it at the 
time. But there are girls who fuck a lot better than she did. Or 
does."

"Well. Anyway. I've chosen who I want to take my 
maidenhead. And I've decided that it's not going to be my best 
friend."

Lamentha sighed. It was as if she'd been expecting Zoot to 
announce that she would be leaving her for her ceremony at 
any moment, and that she'd preferred that they just stay 
together. She made an attempt to look enthusiastic. "Who's it 
going to be? Your mother? She clearly knows how to fuck. Or 
her partner? She doesn't look at all bad for an older woman."

"No. Not Aghana. And not my Mum, either. No. I've chosen 
you!"

"Me?" replied Lamentha, but clearly looking delighted. She 
could barely contain the pleasure in her voice. "But we've only 
just met."

"And I hope we'll meet again. No. It's you. It's you I want. I 
want you to take the golden phallus and fuck me. I want you to 
fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before. I want to be 
fucked to the heights of ecstasy."

Even through her dark skin, Zoot could see that Lamentha was 
blushing. "I just hope I'm able to satisfy you."

And so, Zoot introduced Lamentha to her mother, Aghana, and 
her best friends. It was obvious to her that both Elise and Alifa 
were upset that she'd chosen a strange woman to do the deed, 
and not one of them. Alifa was the most clearly disappointed. 
She must have always believed that the moment was meant for 
her and no one else. But she gamely congratulated Zoot.

"Where are you two going to do it?" she asked.

"By the swimming pool," Zoot announced. "If it gets too hot we 
can easily cool off!"

Everyone laughed, Elise and Alifa the least convincingly, as 
Zoot and Lamentha wrapped their arms around each other, 
feeling excited at the prospect. At last, thought Zoot, she would 
be a proper woman. And although the first time was always 
special, she'd do her best to make it up to her best friends. And 
she could see a residual disappointment in her mother, who'd 
perhaps hoped that tradition and custom would have given way 
to familial passion.

And so the party gathered, a couple of hours to daybreak, 
under Uranus's comforting green glow, by the huge irregularly 
shaped swimming pool. Everyone was there. The domestic 
robots had ensured that. And many guests had even put back 
on their clothes, including Zoot's mother, who wore a dress 
parted at the front for her enormous breasts, and, of course, 
her vagina, and belted tightly around her waist. Zoot was 
feeling increasingly nervous, despite all the drugs and drink and 
sex. Had she made the right decision?

She watched Lamentha who was being prepared by Aghana. 
She was cleaned with glistening oils and the golden phallus was 
secured to her waist. It was not the largest dildo there is, but 
for the first time it was more than adequate: nearly 20 
centimetres in length. It shone a golden metallic hue, but was 
flexible and solid, fully able to do the task in hand. Beneath it 
were two golden testicles, whose presence was a distant 
memory of an earlier age when there was another now 
superfluous gender. Lamentha was so beautiful. How could a 
woman be so beautiful? And Zoot felt so grateful that it was 
Lamentha who would be the one for her.

The sound systems emanated a discreet ambient sound as 
Lamentha strode towards Zoot under the appreciative gaze of 
her guests. Zoot felt even more nervous, although it was 
Lamentha whose performance would be the most open to 
scrutiny and criticism. Zoot had heard stories of ceremonies 
like this, which, despite the best intentions of everyone 
concerned, had not really matched expectations.

The two girls lay on the soft luxurious mattress the domestic 
robots had prepared, their eyes gazing at each other, and their 
hands touching the other. And then encouraged by the changing 
tempo of the sound system, they became more adventurous 
with each other, recapturing those delicious moments they had 
enjoyed alone together on the lawn. The lights were turned 
down, so only the mattress was lit and that very dimly. Zoot 
could still see faces in the dusk, including Alifa who had her 
arm around Elise's waist. But it was on Lamentha she 
concentrated her attention. Her tongue and lips explored her 
shaved vagina, while above her Lamentha had her face in her 
own crotch, where with her fingers and saliva she was 
lubricating Zoot's already wet and willing sexual centre. 
Lamentha's phallus was pressed against her face, and she 
alternately licked and chewed at that. It oozed its own sleek 
coating which tasted so sweet and ever so slightly sickly. It was 
shaped quite strangely. Not only were there those peculiar 
testicles, surely too large to function efficiently as a control 
system, but also a shape that was unlike anything Zoot had ever 
seen so close before. It had a strange nobbled head, a bit like a 
shoe's heel and coloured slightly darker than the rest of the 
phallus. Stranger still were the strange raised lines along it, 
which resembled the veins on her hands or her neck. All the 
while, her own crotch felt like it was dripping and there was a 
strange tightness in her belly like, but not like, that she felt when 
she'd left it too long before she'd gone to the toilet.

This could have gone on forever. In fact, Zoot almost wished it 
did. But there was a job to be done. Lamentha judged that all 
was well. Her lips left Zoot's crotch and she swivelled around 
on the mattress to kiss and lick Zoot's face.

"Are you ready?" she whispered.

Zoot nodded, and the household's system must have 
recognised the signal changing into a rhythmic thrusting tempo 
that assisted the two in progressing to the next stage. Lamentha 
sat up on her knees, with the phallus pointing out in front of her 
and glistening in the dim house lights. Zoot lay on her back, 
gazing up at her black lover's serious face, screwed up with 
concentration. She parted her legs as she'd seen her mother 
when Aghana used a similar dildo on her. Or more normally, a 
rather larger one.

And then, penetration. Slowly and timorously at first, eased in 
through the parting vulva, through the vaginal lips, and then into 
the main passage that had only been explored and penetrated 
by fingers before. And then, bit by bit, thrust by thrust, the 
phallus entered her to a depth greater than any finger could 
reach. And it was so much wider and thicker and more solid. 
How could a girl's vagina take in so much? And, yes, it did 
hurt. A stinging, tearing pain. But not one she'd not been 
repeatedly warned about.

Lamentha leaned down on Zoot, her long black arms 
supporting her weight with her hands on either side of Zoot's 
bare breasts. Her buttocks were jerking backwards and 
forwards, both facilitating the entrance and lubricating Zoot's 
vagina with their delicious thrusts. The pain sharpened and then 
lessened, but Zoot was becoming increasingly immersed in the 
lovemaking and almost wished the pains were sharper and 
more painful. She so liked the physicality of it. So this was what 
it was all about. And Lamentha was evidently well experienced. 
She thrust back and forth, in and out, the phallus occasionally 
pulled almost all the way out so that Zoot could feel its touch 
again on her lips and clitoris and then back in again. Thrust after 
thrust. The sweat poured down Zoot's neck and onto her 
breasts and belly, but her feelings were focused beneath her on 
Lamentha's thrusting.

She soon gave vent to louder and louder cries of passion and 
ecstasy, reciprocated by Lamentha's own as she collapsed 
onto Zoot's bosom, the phallus deep inside, thrusting away, 
harder and harder, faster and faster.

It was up to Lamentha to decide when to finish. Zoot was lost 
in spasms of liquid explosion, which came from just above the 
phallus's deepest entry and somewhere below her stomach. 
This was a new sensation. Very physical. So much more vital 
and powerful than the feelings she'd enjoyed all evening from 
Elise, Alifa and even her mother. And, she didn't know how, 
but each climax, which shivered and shook her body and left 
her gasping, was to be followed by another which seemed 
somehow greater, more wet, more powerful than the one 
before.

And then, the spasms lessened in intensity and Lamentha's 
thrusts became correspondingly less urgent, and the two were 
close on top of each other, the phallus still inside, and still as 
big, but somehow less needed.

When Lamentha eventually withdrew the phallus under the 
watchful gaze of both Zoot and her guests, there was indeed a 
dark red dripping on the golden sheen. This bloodletting was 
what Zoot had expected, although her imagination had made it 
less of a drip and more of a flood. Perhaps it was a little more 
than the blood she lost in her menstrual cycle, but it was so 
mixed with vaginal fluids that it seemed lessened and diluted.

Zoot smiled as Lamentha stood up and removed the phallus 
and handed it back to Aghana. Her guests then erupted into 
applause. And Zoot grinned broadly. She needn't have 
worried. It had been perfect.

She smiled at Lamentha, desiring her still and willing her black 
body back onto her. Not only had the lovemaking been 
perfect, she reflected, but the perpetrator of her lost virginity 
had been perfect too. Zoot gazed beyond Lamentha to her 
mother, her friends, her guests, her home and the looming glow 
of the planet beyond. She was such a lucky girl. To have such a 
loving parent. To live in such a beautiful place. And now to 
have the most gorgeous lover she could ever imagine.

This was certainly a coming of age she would always remember 
fondly.



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