Part 5 - Sex Education
A little after lunch there was a knock at the door and the old man ushered in a new visitor: not a man this time but a woman. A woman in perhaps her late forties, possibly a little older; a substantial woman with permed fair hair, a light cotton dress with a scooped neck revealing her simply enormous cleavage. With her rather booming voice, bright red lipstick and matching nails she seemed quite a formidable lady. Her accent quite strong - quite Germanic.
She was talking away to the old man but her face lit up in a big smile when she saw the two girls.
"Ah, Stephen, these are ze two young ladies. Ja, ja, ja," she appraised them up and down, "you are right - zey are quite ready for first brassieres. Vhere shall ve go? Ve vomen need privacy in such personal matters."
It was evident she was 'in' on the old man's games.
"Now girls, be good and do what Miss Knopf, Fraulein Knopf, asks you and thank her nicely afterwards. Won't this be exciting - your first brassieres!"
"Ha, ha Stephen you old tease! Fraulein! Frau I zink!"
Frau Knopf and the girls were ushered into the girls bedroom and the door closed. Frau Knopf put down the bag she was carrying.
"Right girls, shirts off, I need to measure you. Don't be shy - ve are just Frauen together!"
The cream blouses were undone and Natasha's firm and by no means small breasts were exposed. Celia's were not as big but certainly not those of a teenager.
"Ah, budding nicely Tabitha. I can see you vill be a big healthy girl vith a fine bosom - and you too Emily-Sue. Herr Levinson vas quite right, you are ready for yours first brassieres."
The woman reached out and held Natasha's breasts, lifting and weighing them in her hands; almost fondling them - indeed, Celia realised, that was what, really, she was doing and it came to her that the old man's games were not just about semen. Some of his friends had other interests and she and Natasha were most likely going to be subjected to some semenless sex - sex with this ample woman.
Her hands, her delicate fingers, moved to Celia's chest. "Ja, coming along nicely, meine liebe. How pale your nipples are, delightful but such a pale colour. Look at Tabitha's lovely black nipples - aren't zey so sweet? You can apply make up to nipples - or didn't you know - just like lips. Zere is a lot young girls need to learn!"
Natasha and Celia waited. What were they to be taught?
"Now let's measure you."
It seemed to not simply be a matter of using a tape measure. It involved a lot more touching on Frau Knopf's part, even getting the girls to hold each other's breasts at one point.
"My cup size is LL. Can you believe zat! I do have ze really big breasts. I'll show you zem and then vee girls can be all topless together! You can see vhat really big breasts are like. You've a long way to go before you grow to my size! Ja! Such sweet little things."
Her hands were on the girls again, fondling.
"Let's make your little nips stand. Ze always looks so pretty. Emily-Sue may I colour your nipples? Look I have just ze shade for you - rather redder and darker zan your own."
It had never happened before, Celia had never thought of doing such a thing but there was Frau Knopf applying lipstick to her nipples changing the colour. Frau Knopf was so careful and the feel of the cool, slightly sticky lipstick being applied was enough to make her nipples stand.
And then Frau Knopf applied blusher to Natasha's nipples. The slow soft brush movement clearly almost a torture to the young girl. Celia rather wished it was her doing the application. So nice to sit astride Natasha and work carefully away at her pretty breasts with a soft brush.
The woman, Frau Knopf, then lifted her dress over her head revealing not just a quite enormous brassiere but her complete lack of any further undergarments. Between the woman's wide thighs sprouted a remarkable profusion of fair curly hair. The brassiere was undeniably substantial, Celia thought the straps needed to be strong to hold the weight!
"Now girls you see how important a brassiere is to a vomen with large breasts. Zees would be a bother unrestrained, especially if I vas running," Her shoulders heaved. "Not zat I do much running! But my bustenhalter - zat is what ve Germans call brassieres - holds me vell. Zay give shape as well. Now your little training brassieres mostly give zee shape. You do not need ze support."
Her hands seemed rather to be indicating otherwise as she again lifted Natasha's chest. "Zay get you used to wearing a brassiere, hold your little breasts to stop any sag..." Both hands were now holding Celia's breasts and lifting. "... and zay are padded to give you a bit of voman shape, give you confidence in looking like a voman."
Celia could see Frau Knopf brassiere was well fitted, the straps were holding her up, there was no sag to breasts or straps. Further it gave shape, not simply a gathering of mammarial flesh but the brassiere, the 'bustenhalter,' was shaped with each cup coming to a point rather than simply being rounded. An old fashioned design, perhaps meant to emphasise the pointiness of nipples, the sort of brassiere popular right from the 1930s and through the 1950s and 1960s: the 'bullet brassiere.'
Later Celia discovered the cone shaped 'bullet brassiere' came about from trying to emulate the prominent bosom and tight jumper look popularised by Lana Turner in the 1937 film, 'They Won't Forget.' Her nickname became, "The Sweater Girl". Lingerie companies started producing pointy brassieres but it was only after the Second World War that cone-shaped brassieres became all the rage.
The woman got busy with tape measure, "such slim little girls, such sweet titties." Her hands allegedly measuring cup size - moving around quite a lot as if she could not decide. The suitcase was then opened and a multitude of brassieres revealed.
The woman seemed ever so happy trying different brassieres on the girls; adjusting the straps and squeezing the cups to see how well they were filled; she seemed to be becoming a little flushed perhaps from the exertion or more likely, Celia thought, with sexual excitement.
Finally Natasha was fitted. A fine white brassiere with nothing 'training' about it. Natasha's ample breasts filled the cups and they were not at all that small! Like the woman's this was a 'bullet' brassiere; the twin cups each rising to a point; and with the strapping the points were slightly raised upwards. It gave Natasha a rather commanding look - or did once the blouse was replaced over it.
Frau Knopf seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time moving the material around, tweaking the bullet ends to make them even more pointed. Her fingers caressed the cotton, lifting the breasts inside the white material, even slipping fingers underneath to feel how well the brassiere was fitting. To Celia it was more than obvious that Frau Knopf was delighting in groping and fondling her friend. She knew she would be next.
Celia's fitting seemed quite the reverse of Natasha's: not so much a training brassiere again but one designed to flatten her and make her look less substantial, less womanly than she actually was; there was no padding, indeed the material was thin and showed her pink nipples through the white material. This did not in any way lessen the attention Frau Knopf's strong fingers paid to her breasts. No boyfriend had ever paid quite so much attention!
"Zere we are. Wunderbar! Two fine young vomen!"
The girls were made to turn around so Frau Knopf could see and admire.
"Vould you... yes you would, like to see how my breasts fit in my bustenhalter?"
She was already reaching behind her. It was clear the girls did not have the option. Without the strapping, Frau Knopf' breasts certainly sagged but that was hardly surprising. They were truly enormous and, what was more, so were their areolae.
The woman picked them up in her hands and moved them.
"Ha! Would you little girls like to have titties like these? Go on Emily-Sue you can touch."
There was no way Celia could hold breasts like those in her hands, she thought the sheer weight must be a strain on Frau Knopf's back! And as for the amazing areolae, well, the span of her hands barely covered them. They were brown and enormous. The nipples too were big and, Celia could feel in the palms of her hands, they were really hard.
"They're like saucers!"
"Ja! Not little pfennigs but big!"
Frau Knopf' breasts were big and heavy. Celia lifted them again.
"Ja, gut, zat is what the bustenhalter does!"
It was Natasha's turn. Such a strange scene. The black girl in her neat school uniform complete with white, collared blouse next to the very ample and completely naked - but for her high heels - blond woman just reaching and holding the naked woman's breasts.
"Come behind me, Fraulein, pretend your hands are a brassiere - yes, lift and hold me!"
An even stranger picture!
"Natasha, my dear, you are actually doing just what men like to do. Stand behind women, hold their breasts and push their villies against the woman's bottom. Do you know vhy they want to do that?"
"Yeah," drawled Natasha.
"Now didn't Herr Levinson tell you to be good girls and do as you are told? Now don't pretend things you don't know just to seem big and mature. Herr Levinson has especially asked me to tell you about the birds and the bees, about how babies are made and what men and vomen do together."
Celia sighed. After what the old man and the 'minders' had been doing! Natasha and she hardly needed to know about ' ze villies' and 'ze fucking.'
"Now come here girls. I am going to talk you through a woman's private bits - yes, Emily-Sue, her front and back bottom."
Celia had not said a word. The woman was obviously enjoying this game. Clearly enjoyed lying down on the bed and opening her thighs to show the girls all her 'bits and pieces.' Celia was rather surprised the old man was not there watching all this 'play': or was he perhaps watching via a camera? She was not at all sure much of what they were experiencing was not being filmed for later perusal at leisure by the old man and perhaps many others.
The woman's thighs were ample, and between it - Celia knew she was expected to look and view with interest and attention - the woman's sex was very exposed. Unsurprisingly, like the rest of Frau Knopf, there was a lot of it. Substantial and well forested 'on the slopes' of her labia major. Celia could not but notice how open, and clearly rather damp, was the whole of her 'arrangement.' Celia frowned a little. At the centre of it all the woman's opening was very, well, 'open.'
