Susan Finds her Place Pt. 04

The next day, Melissa announced that they'd spent enough time at the house, they needed a break and would go into the nearest town to have lunch and do some shopping.

"It will be a chance to wear some of your new clothes, Suzy! Won't that be nice!"

Susan had been naked except for her high heels for a week. She'd never fully got used to it, especially when Melissa was fully dressed and she was naked. She would catch sight of herself in the mirror sometimes and would think she looked very, well...very ...sexy. At which point she would feel embarrassed and would quickly look away. So, the thought of wearing clothes again was very appealing. Melissa had laid out a little short, flared skirt and a spaghetti strap top. She guessed that she couldn't wear a bra with the top, but what about panties?

"Melissa, what about panties? I can't find any here."

"I don't want you wearing any, today, Suzy. I don't want lose all the progress we've been making with your body-consciousness. Anyway, you always went home after your sessions with me in a dress without panties, so what's the difference?"

Well, Suzy had gone home without panties, but the dresses that Melissa gave her were almost down to the knees. This skirt was much, much shorter. Not only that, but she only had to walk a little way through a quiet residential area, not through busy shopping streets. Even just walking home felt so daring, so scary, so frightening, but also so, so exciting! In that little, short skirt...if the wind blew, it might flip up and everyone might see her pussy, which would probably be very wet and shiny by then. Just the thought of it sent a blush to her face and a pulse of arousal to her pussy.

As they left the house, Susan was acutely aware of every errant draft and breeze across her naked pussy. The feelings went straight to her nipples, which hardened into stiff nubs that were clearly evident under her thin top, and they were kept hard by being caressed by the lacy material as her breasts bounced and swayed as she walked.

"God, I hope I don't come in the middle of a busy street, that would be so embarrassing!"

Once they had arrived, they parked the car and started walking down the main shopping street. Melissa was watching carefully, and although Susan wasn't really aware of it, she was being checked out by virtually every man from teens to octogenarians, and not a few women, too. She did notice one - a very nice young man who gave a huge smile while saying, "Good morning, Gorgeous!" Suzy had looked back and had given a shy smile in return.

Susan's heart was beating fast and furious, and a flush of arousal had flooded her pussy and made her nipples ache. He was so handsome! And he'd smiled at her! God, she had to get somewhere where she could mop up her pussy before it ran down her legs. Fortunately, Melissa had steered her into a restaurant.

"Go and wash your hands while I find us a table, Suzy."

Melissa knew that Suzy was ripe for the picking; fortunately, her owns plans were coming to fruition.

After lunch, Melissa guided Susan to a small, discrete shop that seemed to sell underwear, though it didn't seem to be a normal lingerie shop. When they entered, the proprietor, a woman of middle years greeted Melissa warmly; clearly, they knew each other.

"Suzy, I'd like to introduce you to a friend of mine, Madam Beauvier. She specialises in haute couture underwear, mostly things from Milan and Paris, not your normal run-of-the-mill stuff."

"Ah, so this is the little beauty you've told me so much about - she is truly a treasure!"

Susan blushed with embarrassment.

"I see she is not wearing a bra" and with that she cupped Susan's breasts, lifted them and gave them a couple of squeezes, much to Susan's mortification. "They are very firm, and although she doesn't need a bra at the moment, if they are going to stay that way, she will need some support as time goes on."

"I always have her wear a sports bra during her exercise routines," said Melissa.

"Of course, you of all people, Melissa, would know all about that. However, a sports bra will not flatter these beauties, nor display these perky nipples to their best advantage", said Madam, pinching the girl's nipples to extra hardness.

"Let's get this top off and I'll measure you properly."

After some moments, during which Madam Beauvier seemed to drag the tape measure across Susan's sensitive nipples at every opportunity, much to the girl's unwilling arousal.

"34 C, almost 34 D", M. Beauvier pronounced. "I'll just go and get a selection of some bras that might suit."

She came back with several bras, all confections of silk and lace, though there was something about them that was very different from Susan's usual bras. Madam Beauvier helped her on with the first one. Susan looked at herself in the mirror, a look of shock on her face.

"This is a quarter-cup underwired bra, it offers some support, but allows a generous décolletage and leaves the nipples nicely exposed."

Susan saw her breasts lifted, pushed together and thrust forward, as if offered to the world, showcased for the viewer's pleasure. Her rosy nipples, hard and erect, nestled on top of the fluffy silk and lace trim.

Melissa clapped her hands in delight, "Perfect, we'll have half a dozen in a similar style, a couple in black, of course, but include some pastel colours, pink and peach for example."

"I can also offer matching suspender belts and panties to go with the bras," said Beauvier.

"We'll definitely take the suspender belts, but we won't be needing the panties, will we Suzy?" said Melissa.

Susan hung her head in shame and embarrassment, and muttered, "No Melissa."

"Come on Suzy, try on the pink set, and some nude stockings to go with them."

"Let's get this skirt off, Suzy, and I'll help you put the stockings on," said Beauvier, "You probably aren't used to these, are you dear?"

Once the skirt was off, and Susan's pussy was exposed to Madam Beauvier, Susan just let the older woman dress her as if she was a baby. Madam Beauvier pulled up the stockings and attached them to the suspender belt, and in the process seemed to accidently press the back of her hand against Susan's pussy. Susan looked down to see a damp shiny trail on the back of the older woman's hand and knew that she had felt her arousal. Once back in her high heels she was encouraged to walk around the shop.

"Formidable!" cried Madam Beauvier, "Such innocence in such a sexy body!"

Susan did indeed look very sexy, a fact which was apparent even to her own eyes as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her breasts looked even bigger than usual, with a cleavage you could drown in, tipped by nipples that looked as if they were trying to escape confinement. The suspender belt framed the juncture of her legs and drew attention to her wet and shiny slit. In the heels, her legs seemed to go on forever.

"Perfect! Now, take them off, Suzy, that skirt is a little too short to wear stockings with. The lacy tops would be on view all the time, which is a little tacky. The effect we are looking for is tantalising glimpses of the stocking tops, maybe even a flash of the creamy skin above, when the skirt lifts as you move about or sit down."

Melissa took Susan by the arm and led her out of the shop, her hands full of shopping bags. "Now, we have one more stop before we go home." Melissa called in at a card and gift shop and bought 4 rolls of a wide red ribbon.

"What's that for, Melissa," asked Susan.

"It's for a big surprise!" said Melissa.

Once back at the house, Melissa was gratified to see that Suzy had immediately taken off her clothes without prompting and was back to being naked except for her heels. She came to Melissa and said, "thank you so much for the underwear, it must have been very expensive, I don't know how I can repay you."

Melissa pulled the girl onto her lap and kissed her mouth thoroughly. "It really was my pleasure, Suzy, besides, I could see you enjoyed it too - this little pussy was a wet cunt all afternoon, wasn't it?" Melissa said, as she ran her finger up the girls slit and rubbed around her clitoris. Susan had been on the edge all afternoon, and immediately convulsed in a powerful orgasm.

When she had regained a semblance of calm, Melissa said, "After dinner, you and I will have to have a heart-to-heart girl's talk."

After dinner, Melissa sat Susan beside her on the sofa and took both of her hands in hers. "I saw you smiling at that nice boy today, did you like him?"

"Oh yes, he was very cute, and he smiled at me!"

"Do you think you would like him to fuck you, Suzy?"

"Oh well," stammered the girl, "I don't know if I could, I mean, I wouldn't know what to do, he'd probably think I was terribly stupid. I've never done it before, it's supposed to hurt the first time, isn't it, Melissa?"

"Well, it can be a little painful, especially if the boy is clumsy and in too much of a hurry, which most of them are, unfortunately."

"Oh, God, I'll die a virgin at this rate, what am I to do, Melissa? I do think about doing it, quite a lot, lately, but I can't really picture it in my head."

"I have a suggestion, Suzy. What every girl needs for their first time is a memorable pleasure, not a painful memory. You, in particular, Suzy, need an experienced man, someone who knows what he is doing, someone who will take you slowly and gently."

"But I don't know anyone like that, Melissa!"

"Well, since you've been such a good girl, I'm prepared to lend you my husband to bring you to full womanhood. He is a very good lover and will treat you well - he's just the man you need for your first time."

"Do you really mean it, Melissa? You won't mind? I'm sure I'd be terribly jealous!"

"No, I don't mind, Suzy, especially when it's for such a good cause. In fact, you'd be doing me a favour, actually."

"A favour?"

"It's Johns birthday tomorrow and he's finally coming down to stay with us for a couple of days. As you know, John is quite wealthy and has everything he needs, so buying a present is always difficult. Now, my idea is that I present your virginity to him as his birthday gift! It kills two birds with one stone, a gift for him will also be my gift to you!"

"My goodness, Melissa, I don't know what to say! But what if he doesn't like me? What if I do everything wrong? And I'll be so embarrassed to be naked in front of him!"

"Don't be silly, Suzy, you are a beautiful and desirable woman and don't worry, I'll be with you all the way. We'll keep you hidden until after dinner tomorrow, and then I'll present you to him, and I'll be right there to give you all the support you need when he takes you."

On the day of the birthday dinner, Melissa asked, "Suzy, if you could, I'd like you to help me get ready for John's birthday dinner. I need to have a relaxing bath. Will you come in and wash my back?"

"Of course I will, Melissa."

"Run the bath for me while I get undressed."

Melissa slid carefully into the perfumed water and let out a deep sigh. "Oh, that's wonderful! Come, Suzy, soap me up" Suzy took a soft sponge and soaped the woman's back. "Use your hands, Suzy, I like to feel skin on skin."

Susan caressed Melissa's back and rubbed her shoulders. Melissa made sighs of contentment. "Don't forget my front, Suzy."

Susan soaped Melissa's breasts and immediately found the older woman's nipples hard and turgid. She followed Melissa's example and gently pinched and squeezed the nipples and brought out more sighs of contentment. "Well, I can't sit in the bath all afternoon, there's still lots to do. Can you drain and rinse the bath and then join me in the bedroom?"

When Susan returned to the bedroom, she saw that Melissa was still naked and pinning up her hair. She couldn't help but admire the shapely figure of the older woman. She'd noticed again her completely bald pussy.

"Why did you depilate completely, Melissa?"

"At the time, it was considered a little bit naughty to shave your pussy, but I liked it. Eventually, I got it depilated, though if I were to do it again, I'd have it like yours, I think. Suzy, speaking of which, this birthday party has made me all tense, it's been such a stress and I so enjoyed what you were doing to me in the bath. Do you think you could relieve my tensions for me, little pet?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"Come up onto the bed with me and lick my cunt, little Suzy pet?"

"Yes, Melissa."

By the time Melissa was dressed and made up, it was getting near to party time. Susan couldn't help but be in awe of the older woman. She's never seen her all dressed up. Her hair and make-up were perfect, and she was wearing an expensive designer dress that was made of pure silk. While modest enough from the front, in clung to her breasts like a second skin and the cowl back dipped down to almost her bottom, and if you looked down her back, you could see the start of the cleft of her bottom. Needless to say, she was wearing nothing more than the dress, some classy high-heeled sandals and a string of real wild pearls. And perfume, of course.

Shortly before John Foster arrived at the beach house, Melissa had taken Susan and wrapped her like a large parcel. Two loops of ribbon had passed each side of her neck and over her breasts to meet between her legs and then around her back and across her breasts and then tied in a huge bow. She then bound her wrists in another bow and then to a length of the same ribbon. While essentially decent, once the bow was pulled, the ribbon would fall to her feet and leave her completely naked.

Melissa treated her husband to a wonderful home-cooked birthday dinner, and they'd opened a decent Bollinger Champagne in celebration. Melissa looked stunning in her full- length evening gown, that probably weighed all of about 2 ozs. After the birthday toast, Melissa told John to close his eyes and not open them until she said he could and she slipped out to get Susan, who couldn't keep still from nervousness.

"Come on Suzy, it's time!"

"Oh Melissa, I don't think I can!"

"Nonsense! Come with me, my girl." And Melissa grabbed the lead ribbon and dragged Susan to her feet, out of the bedroom and into the dining room. She led Susan in front of John and told him he could open his eyes.

John Foster opened his eyes to see the almost naked form of one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen, and he'd seen a few. She was wrapped in a red ribbon, and was looking down at her feet, and blushing deeply.

"John, for your birthday gift I present you with this virgin, for you to take as her first."

"My God, Melissa, are you serious? She is willing?"

"John, this girl is called Suzy, and she wants you to take her virginity and make her a woman."

Melissa lifted the girl's bound hands above her head, leaving the ribbon bow exposed and ready to be unwrapped. John Foster put his finger under the girl's chin and lifted her face to look into the wide blue eyes of the beautiful girl.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Suzy, be the first man to put his cock into your tight little cunt?"

"Yes, Mr Foster. Yes, please."

John slowly pulled the free end of the bow, the knot came undone, and the ribbon fell to the floor to fully reveal the girl to the man's eyes, naked except for a pair of red high-heeled sandals to match the ribbon still binding her wrists. John slowly and gently caressed the girl's breasts, feeling their firmness and weight and lightly pinching the hard nipples.

"God, she's got fantastic tits, Melissa, and topped with those big hard nipples. Turn around, Suzy, let me see your backside."

As John caressed the firm round buttocks of the young girl, Melissa undressed her husband. So enamoured was he of the young girl, he was hardly aware of lifting his feet to have his shoes removed, but when his wife removed his briefs, the freeing of his erection brought him fully back into focus. He was as hard as stone, and that just from feeling the girl up. He slipped a hand between the girl's legs and immediately felt heat and wetness.

"This girl really wants a good fucking, and no mistake," he thought to himself.

When he was naked, he looked to Melissa, who undid the hook on the halter of her dress, to have it float to the floor and leave her naked as well. She took the ribbon and led the bound girl to the bedroom. John looked for a moment at the classical beauty that was his wife leading the beautiful girl full of innocence, and thought, "No greater love hath a woman for his man, that she brings him a fresh virgin to fuck." and then quickly followed them both.

Once in the bedroom, Melissa lay back against the headboard and directed Susan to sit between her legs, and lie back, cushioned against Melissa's breasts. She tied the ribbon binding her wrists to the headboard, lifting her arms above her head. She reached round and gently caressed Suzy's outthrust breasts, gently pulling and pinching her nipples.

"Open your legs for John, Suzy, let him see how wet your cunt is for him."

Melissa stroked between the girl's open legs and gathered some of the copious moisture on her fingers. She held them up for her husband to see.

"Look, John, she's soaked, she is already ready for you."

John could hardly believe his eyes. His wife had never evinced any bi-curiosity before, but here she was with a beautiful girl in her arms and her fingers in her cunt, one of his favourite fantasies.

"Be gentle with her, go in slowly and once you've broken her hymen, stay still until she gets used to it."

Melissa placed her hands underneath Susan's knees and held her legs high and wide. John gently poked his cock into the folds of her entrance and heard a gasp of pleasure from the girl.

No sooner than he'd got the head in but that he'd met the resistance of her hymen. "I'm about to break her, Melissa!"

"Now, don't be scared, Suzy, I'm here with you. John's going to push the rest of the way in now, it'll only hurt for a second."

Melissa nodded at her husband. John pushed until it suddenly gave way, and with a sharp cry of pain from the girl, he slowly pushed his way into to the tightest, hottest cunt he'd ever had the pleasure to experience. Not moving his cock in her cunt until Melissa said he could was one of the hardest things he had ever had to do. The girl's whimpers had diminished as his wife had rained kisses on the girls face and whispered in her ear and squeezed her breasts. He was still waiting for the go ahead from his wife when he felt the girl move beneath him, gently thrusting her hips to generate the friction that they both desperately craved. He thrust back and gradually, he lengthened his stroke, and started to speed up as the girl started making little gasps of pleasure. He looked at his wife behind the girl, a look of love in her eyes, and he leant forward and kissed her tenderly while he fucked the girl. He looked down at his cock pistoning in and out of her cunt, her juices tinged with red from her lost virginity, juices that were flowing so freely that they coated his balls. She was so tight! He wasn't going to last long; he could feel his orgasm approaching.

Melissa could feel each thrust of her husband into the girl in her arms, and each thrust brought to bear the base of Suzy's spine over her own pussy. She couldn't help but thrust back at Suzy as she neared a climax of her own.

Susan was in another world. Once the initial pain had passed, she was left feeling so incredibly, so wonderfully full. Some instinct inside of her wanted more, and without volition, she started to move her hips against the man insider her. She could feel him pressing against her clit as he thrust into her, a pleasurable feeling that she was by now, quite familiar with. Not as immediate as with Melissa's fingers, but gradually building up to a familiar climax. But the feelings deep inside her, the feeling of her first cock in her cunt was something different. She could feel her climax localised at her clit coming near, but the feeling inside was also building, building into something that involved her whole being. It was getting near and then for what seemed like eternity, she was held at the edge of the abyss, to then plunge into a maelstrom of sensation. She let out a scream, harsh and guttural that came from her innermost depths, and again and again as her climax ripped through her.