To those who've read my stories before, a warning: This is a story unlike any that I've written here before. While it has lots of sex, it has a political theme that many may not enjoy. The story is relatively short, about one and a half Literotica pages. It features a Jew, two sisters, a nude beach, pregnancy, anal sex...
SUMMER 2005 – ZINGST, NORTHERN GERMANY
They were splashing in the surf, laughing as they kicked sprays of salty droplets on each other, brazenly presenting their firm, naked young bodies to everyone on the beach like dancing strippers might in some dingy nudie club. My eyes were just two of hundreds that were following the antics of these tall, golden haired, high breasted frauleins.
Their pubic mounds were completely shaven and each time one of them bent over you could hear a collective gasp rise from the beach. With bald pussies and their little pink slits exposed, the two could pass at first glance for thirteen or fourteen year olds, their apparent youth perhaps even heightening the prurient interest these fat German burghers were paying to theses nubile beauties.
But their full breasts, their women's hips gave them away. I knew they were sisters, eighteen and twenty, here on the coast taking a short vacation after finishing their school year. Here for the sun, the sea, the sex. Looking to get properly fucked before they returned home to their parent's house on the outskirts of Munich.
They were southerners of course, Bavarians, I don't think I would have chosen them if they spoke the coarse, guttural dialect of the north. Fuck, it was tough enough for me to listen to any German talk let alone a Northerner.
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...They had been at the next table to mine at the café in Zingst that morning, hungrily shoveling their breakfast between their pink lips, hardly using their gleaming white teeth in their hurry to swallow, all the while jabbering excitedly about the nude beach they were going to spend the day at, wondering coarsely aloud if they'd find some boys with big cocks.
There is something about listening to Germans talk, especially at home among their own people, that allows a foreign observer who understands the language to almost instantly understand why the world suffered two world wars...how they were capable of committing genocide on six million plus people...There is an arrogance, a smug belief in their own superiority, an inability to hide their distain for others...
They fit my profile perfectly, but it was my prick that always made the final choice and as I had sat listening to them I felt him rise, lengthening in approval, wanting to fuck these golden haired sluts.
"You shouldn't smoke," the younger one almost ordered in German when I went to light my cigarette, "it's not good for your health."
Perfectly fluent in German I understood her, and had to choke back my thought, 'as if gassing six million is, you bitch', and only shrugged my shoulders and said, "Sorry, I only speak English girls."
"American?" the older spat out, as a frown appeared on both girls faces.
"Canadian," I answered, knowing that most Germans hated Americans these days but found Canadians harmless, yet interesting.
"Ah, Canadian," she said, as smiles slid back on both girls faces. "And what are you doing up here?"
Up here was what was called the Pomeranian Coast, the coastline of the former East Germany on the Baltic Sea. "I was at a conference at the University of Rostock, a conference on the future of the northern seas," I explained, every word a lie. "I'm a Professor, a marine scientist," I added.
They were both impressed, interested now in the fifty something man sitting across from them. "William Hunter at your service ladies," I introduced myself.
They quickly introduced themselves, Ingrid the elder at twenty had just finished second year premed in Munich, Maria, her younger sister by two years had just graduated secondary school.
"Are you staying here in Zingst Professor?" Maria asked.
"No, no, I've been staying on Rugen for the last week," I answered, referring to an island just ten miles down the coast. "I rented a cottage on the beach near Breege after my conference finished."
"Oh, we're going to Rugen tomorrow," Ingrid said.
"Near Breege?"
"Not far. Probably in Sassnitz, we haven't decided yet," she answered referring to a small town on the island of Rugen just three miles south of my rental house.
"We'll be neighbors then. Do you girls live up here? Are you locals?" I asked innocently, but knowing they'd be offended.
"What? Of course not, we're not easterners, nor northerners," she answered, scandalized that anyone would think that such sophisticated girls could be from the formerly communist east. "We're students, from Bavaria, on vacation."
"We come here because it's cheaper, we're poor students," her sister added. "And we like...the beaches," she laughed.
"We're naturalists," Ingrid explained with a grin, and then seeing my faked incomprehension went on, "Nudists, Professor, we bathe in the nude. It's much more acceptable here in the east."
"Oh," I said as I let my eyes roam over the two succulent bodies facing me, bodies clad in silk short shorts and skimpy tank tops.
"You should come to the beach Professor, get some sun, you look very white," Maria laughed as she watched me watching her.
"I'd like to," I admitted, "but I have to be in Rostock for a dinner with a colleague tonight."
"It's only an hour from here Professor; you could spend the afternoon on the beach and then drive there easily in time for dinner. You'll get to see both of us," she teased as the girls got up to go.
"Really, you should," Ingrid added as she bent over to give me a quick peck on my cheek, knowing that as she bent over she was completely exposing her firm, cone like breasts to my view, her erect, pink nipples an irresistible invitation.
"I'll try," I called as they danced giggling out of the café, clearly happy to have so easily made another conquest, sure I'd show up on the beach to ogle them later.
