	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.














