6 comments/ 78532 views/ 11 favorites Integration By: elparedon Keith Eshete watches as the photographer takes pictures of yet another model. As a photographer's assistant, he makes sure to set up all the equipment, such as checking lighting levels and repairing the equipment. He had learned a lot about the business and some things about the modeling business, though this is not the career he intends to have. He looks at the model being photographed. She is about 5'8", with blond hair tied in a ponytail, and big tits and this soft look about her. She wears a low-cut red dress giving him ample view of her cleavage and the flesh of her tits. Not that he finds that unusual; he had seen many women being photographed in this studio in the Hollywood neighborhood of Los Angeles many times before. The model is standing in front of a green screen; computer technicians will add in a computer background before the photographs are published. He looks at a clock mounted on the wall. It is almost time for his shift to be over. He looks at the woman who had been photographed. "Hi there," he says to her. "Having a tough time?" "It's not that hard," she says, giggling. "It's like having a good time." Some of the models bitch all day about the light and the heat and other shit; I wonder how they'd handle a classroom full of kids. "How long have you been doing this?" "For three years. I started when I was fifteen and I did work for those teen magazines. Now that I'm all grown up, I can move on to more mature things." "Like Playboy or something?" "Uh, no," she says. "My name's Keith," he says. "And you are?" "Gretchen," she replies. Keith knows that her name is Gretchen Laren; he had read it in one of the documents. "I get off in about half an hour and I'm going to the Red Velvet coffee shop down the street," he says. "Would you like to join me?" "I don't know." "Maybe we'll see each other again. Have a nice day." Ooooooo Gretchen sits inside on a couch in the Red Velvet Coffee Shop on Sunset Boulevard. The place has this faint smell of coffee. Large windows provide a great view of the street outside, the traffic and the colorful storefronts. Coffee is being offered at $1.50 for a small cup, and other drinks are being offered at even higher prices. The lights inside are dim, and the whole place is decorated to have this cozy, homely feel. It reminds her of the study room in her family home. He's not going to show up. He probably headed straight for home after work. It's not like I said yes. Keith did impress her when he first talked to her. He is young, about her age, and most boys her age would be intimidated by her or say something crude. And then there is the fact that he is black. His black skin provides a sharp contrast with her white skin; there is something appealing about that. His thick lips, tightly curled black hair, and sloping forehead resembles the caricatures used back in the 1940's. She is not able to explain why, and she is far from capable of articulating any sort of reason for it. She walks to the counter, ordering another tall cup of coffee. After paying for it with her Discover credit card, she walks to the small counter where the milk and the chocolate powder and the sugar are. She glances and sees Keith at the door. "You showed up," she says. "Of course I did," replies Keith. "I said I would be here." "I didn't say I would be here." "I intended to come here all along." He smiles at the young man behind the counter, who smiles back. "The people here have seen me before." Keith gets a cup of coffee and sits at a wooden table. Gretchen sits opposite of him. She sips the coffee, which has this astringent taste. "What's wrong?" asks Keith. "I forgot to put the milk and chocolate and sugar," she says. "Sometimes I forget that if I'm in a hurry to go to work or school," says Keith. "You go to school?" "Yeah. I'm studying education; I want to be a teacher. I coach middle school students in track. I work as a photographer's assistant to earn money for myself." "Cool," says Gretchen, smiling. "I continued modeling after graduating high school." "Must be nice, getting paid to have your picture taken." "It's fun. Better than studying." "Studying can be interesting sometimes," says Keith. "What do you like to do? Go to the beach?" "Sometimes. But I burn easily." "The lobster look goes well with you." Gretchen laughs. "I heard I can get cancer or something. I have to put a lot of sunblock when I do." "Like a gallon? Or a tanker?" Gretchen giggles. "I also like to go shopping with my friends and sometimes I babysit." They continue to talk. Feelings start to grow between them- and something else grows as well. And as their hands touch, their feelings intensify even more. Oooooooo Keith and Gretchen enter the bedroom, their shoed feet on the soft plush carpet. Their shoes are the first items to come off. They had waited for this moment for a long time. They had experienced much, ever since their first meeting at the photography studio, which incidentally had closed. They had grown and learned much about each other, and about themselves as well. Gretchen's dress comes off and falls to the floor. A black bra and black panties are revealed, along with her long white legs and the cleavage of her white tits. "I didn't know you wore that under your clothes," says Keith. He had seen pictures of her wearing bikinis, but never saw her in her bra and panties- or without them. "Black looks good on me," she replies. "I want you to look good on me." Keith's shirt and pants and coat quickly fall to the carpet. Gretchen can see the bulge in his white briefs. She removes his white undershirt, revealing the muscled torso. She touches it, aroused by the contrast between her fair skin and his dark skin. She then pulls down his Hanes briefs. She stares at the huge organ before her. She had seen pictures of other men's penises; this is the first time she sees Keith's penis. It is as long as the distance between her wrist and the tip of her middle finger, and gleams black. Thick webbed veins throb indicating the lustful state that he is in. Keith unhooks her bra and it falls onto the bed. He becomes even more aroused than ever before. The dark areolas surround her nipples. He reaches out and gently caresses her right tit, feeling its firmness. He pulls down her panties, and his dick becomes even stiffer, in defiance of all odds. Blond fuzz coats the lips on both sides of the opening to her vagina. With no further urging, he lays Gretchen onto the bed. His penis makes contact with her pussy lips, becoming even more harder and raising the pressure. He feels something resisting his push. He takes a deep breath. Keith plunges his black dick into Gretchen's white cunt, piercing the veil of her virginity. She feels a sharp pain and tears flow down her eyes. Apparently the rumors that the first time hurts are true. "It's okay," says Keith, his voice soothing. A few seconds later, her mind digests the concept that he is inside her; that his penis is inside her vagina, her most secret of places. Placing her feet on the bed, she bucks upward, surprising Keith; his eyes open wide. "Yes, it's okay!" yells Gretchen. "Do me!" He is just getting used to feeling of being inside this girl whom he loves very much. He pulls back until only the tip of his cock is inside, then plunges right into her. He does this over and over again, like a piston going into a cylinder in strokes, while he kisses her lips and kisses and sucks her tits. The flames of passion blaze even hotter as he thrusts into her more and more. Their naked bodies soon have a layer of sweat over them. She moves her knees close to her shoulders, with her feet pointing high towards the ceiling. She looks and sees his black manhood disappearing into and reappearing out of her white girlhood. It is an image that she will remember for the rest of her life. Keith and Gretchen can feel the pressure building up faster and faster. He slams into her with all the force he can muster, and grunts in pure pleasure as his balls erupt, sending thick wads of seeds into her cunt. She smiles that cute smile and places her hand on the tight black curls on his head upon feeling the hot spurting inside her. He continues to thrust inside her, squirting more and more seed into womb as she savors every spurt. He finally pulls his black dick out of her white pussy completely, making a suctioning noise. She reaches out and jerks off his dick; the last of the cum squirting onto her face. Keith looks and admires his handiwork, the cum on Gretchen's face and the blood trickling down her white thighs. He lies down on the bed next to her, tired and feeling good. They hold each other, his left hand on her left tit and her right hand on the organ that had deflowered her. They both think of what is happening inside Gretchen. Millions of sperm cells are swimming inside her; maybe one of them will fertilize an egg. The thought of her carrying his child arouses them. "I love you," says Gretchen. "I know," says Keith. "I guess I was keeping you too busy for you to say it." They had waited for this for three years. She had done many more shoots, and he continued going to school while coaching track. Now they are one. Now they have their first night together as husband and wife. And if they are lucky, they could become father and mother. Integration Erik: "Mmmmm..you want to be a bad girl, ha? Should a Turkish Muslim girl be with a German guy? Do you like uncircumcised guys?" I don't know why Erik says this every time he is horny? I do find this degrading and a little bit racist, doesn't he know I'm as German, as he is? How am I Turkish or Muslim? I drink, eat pork and listen to metal music how much more German can I be? I have a German passport and citizenship and I rarely speak Turkish and when I do my Turkish is very broken. I was born in Berlin and I study neuroscience at Technical University of Berlin, I'm educated, modern and liberal and still I get treated like this? At best, I am a sexy Turkish rock chick too him and I naively thought that if I dated him I would be accepted as fully German. No matter how hard I try, German society doesn't seem ready to accept me. My grandparents did not leave rural Anatolia and come to Germany for me to still be seen as an outsider like this. "Steady big boy, while I find your big cock tempting, I'm afraid you're going to have to try harder than that to get you cock licked this evening." I respond. Erik: "Aysel, baby you know I'm crazy about you. But I'm still waiting for your response to the question I ask you!" "No, not that. I won't do it." Erik: "But he's my closet friend we do everything together. Plus his girlfriend has broken up with him and he's been unhappy, as my girlfriend, I want you to help me cheer him up. He's always liked you and has always wanted to have a threesome, now is the perfect opportunity." "If you continue to talk like that, I will leave." Erik: "If you love me you'll do it?" "Urgghh..Let me think about it. I have to go now." I kiss Erik on the lips and head towards the U-Bahn (Subway), while walking I think the request over. He's been on at me for weeks now and the thing is I do love him desperately, but this request has me questioning whether he's right for me? What are the pro's and con's of keeping him, let's see? Pro he is Bavarian and has blonde hair and blue eyes. Con he's demands that I have sex with his best friend. Pro he is very German and I want to be more German. Con he's not the best lover in the bedroom and maybe his friend is better? Pro he's strong and can protect me. Con he's so obsessed with sex and I want to build a real relationship. I don't know this is a tough one. I arrive home and my family have sat down to eat dinner, I join them and I sit to eat. My younger sister, Gul, is staring at me with a look of disgust, we often have problems. I have never understood her, she's the complete opposite of me. She's always getting into trouble and into fights and I think she is an attention seeker. Three-years ago she was a hard-line feminist and now she is a Radical Islamist or something, she always wear the Hijab (headscarf) in public. My parents nearly killed her when they found out she wears the Hijab in public, my mom would cry "What's wrong with you. You are a beautiful girl and we are German. This country has given us everything, but you insist on dressing like an Arab." But despite her anti-Western politics and appearance, she still has a German boyfriend, and is sexually more adventures than me. I do feel sorry for her boyfriend; he has to put up with her stubbornness and hotheadedness. Gul looks at me and finally says something. Gul: "You were with him? That useless Bavarian ape." "Shut up! I was with Eric, my boyfriend and what business is it of yours?" Gul: "God, you're such a loser! Going around with German guy, just so, you can feel more German. I got news for you, we were born here and we are third generation. Our grandparents immigrated to this land of pork and glory. If we are still not German enough, then we will never be German enough, sleeping with a Bavarian pig will not help you!" "I don't understand what you've got against him? I mean what has he ever done to you? Anyways, at least I am not pretending to be something I'm not! You walk around with that diaper on your head and pretend to be a Muslim girl. We are German! You speak German and I speak German. Your Turkish is rusty and you can't speak any Arabic and yet you claim to follow the teaching of Islam. Tell me are you following these teaching when you're with Andreas? I didn't realise Andreas was a good Turkish boy? Oh wait, he's not, he is also a pork loving German. Stop this hypocrisy!" Gul: "Bla, bla, blahhh...Same shit. You know Fanon wrote about people like you? The black man wanting to become white, but with you, it's the Turkish woman wanting to become white. Whereas me, on the other hand, believe that I was born a Turk and will die one. I'm not German, I can't relate to their culture of getting drunk, men wearing leather shorts and playing terrible music. My music is Tarkan, not Rammstein, in fact my music is also DAM from Palestine. My book is the Masnavi by Rumi, their book is Heinrich Heine. My heritage is the Ottoman Empire, theirs is the Third Reich. Their food is the sausage, mine is the Kebab. Their God is a man, mine has no gender. My Germaness is merely an accident of birth; I am in body, mind and spirit, a daughter of the East. The way I see things, to be German, I have to become German. To be Turkish, I only need to be myself." "What pretentious nonsense. Cultures are not fixed; they are ever evolving and changing things. You would not understand the culture of Turkey, if you went back right now. Your ideas about identity are not based on Eastern notions or formations of identity; they are based on German ideas about identity. Anyways, I'm getting a headache, enough." I get up and leave the table and I head straight to bed. But I can't sleep; I spend the whole night thinking about Erik's request. Why are men such perverts? If, I concede this, what will he ask me to do next? Sleep with a woman? No thank you, I don't bend that way. But, if I don't do it, he could break up with me and do I really want to lose him? I know Gul wouldn't put up with this shit, she maybe many things, but weak and lacking will is certainly not one of them. Although, Gul has done things that make me feel sick to think about. Before she got with Andreas, I know she whored around and I remember the dirtiest thing she has ever done was group sex. She had sex with six guys, in a gang bang, at a party once. I remember when she came home from the party that evening, she seemed disorientated and she was trying to hide a limp. I can't work out what has happened, until the following evening when I heard her on the phone to her friend, and she was boosting about it. I heard all the details. I know, before that, she would perform sex acts on guys at parties and even the odd girl. But still, I was shocked by the gang bang and the callousness of how she talked about it. Maybe, I am just being a prune, old fashion, maybe I am being more Turkish than my sister? After all, what is my real objection to a threesome? Morality? What is morality? Everywhere I turn girls are doing it and I am a liberal German girl, aren't I? What if this is a test how German I am? Can I really claim to be a liberal modern girl, if I don't do, at least one thing, which is sexually deviant? Suddenly, I hear my sister's voice coming out of her bedroom, she is talking on the phone and I listen in. "Yeah girl, I totally told Andreas improvements are needed otherwise I will seek my pleasure elsewhere. Well, when I sucked his friend Marcus off, I realized I could have better and should have better. I used ice cubes on Marcus and rubbed his cock down with the cubes, he was a real cum machine. Gosh, I just drool thinking about it, Andreas really needs to set-up. I mean, I've stopped thinking about him when I masturbate, you know I've re-named by vibrator to Marcus? But still Andreas has his upsides, I have him wrapped around my little finger. He will convert for me and have his cock circumcised. Don't worry, I can convince him off it..Hahahaah." I go back to my room and slide back into my bed, how can my sister do this? She is totally the opposite of me. You know what? If she can do it, then so can I. I will tell Erik in the morning that I'm ready and will do whatever he asks. Next Day Erik seemed over excited when I spoke to him on the phone this morning and now the moment has arrived. I am nervous, but I hope that I get a good seeing too. I see Erik approaching me and we start kissing and then head onto the U-Bahn. To his apartment we go, Jakob, Erik's friend is waiting for us at Erik's place. We arrive and Jakob seems pleased to see us and we enter Erik's apartment, the moment of truth has finally arrived. Erik: "Jakob, you know I love you man, and now, my girl is your girl." Jakob: "She's excellent! I have waited, dreamed and fantasised about this moment for a while now. It's finally here." I smile nervously and I look down, avoiding direct eye contact, I'm not sure I want to do it. Erik: "I told Aysel, that once she does this, she'll be a real German girl. She keen to leave behind the backwardness of repressive eastern tradition." I was shocked by the statement, but I said and did nothing about it. Then Jakob grabs my hand and takes me into Erik's bedroom, I extend my other hand behind me and hold Erik's hand. Soon we arrive at the bed and Jakob turns to me and starts kissing me. First on the lips and then his lips makes it around my neck and he sniff me neck while he kisses. Erik rubs and strokes my butt and he keeps repeating oh yes and shit. Suddenly, Erik pulls down my jeans and I feel a rush of air onto my naked butt and Jakob slides his hand down my panties and gently rubs my pussy. His cold hand and my sensitive lips makes me shudder, but there is no going back now. Jakob rubs my pussy faster and faster and then Jakob pulls down my panties, Erik wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me down to the floor. I am too small and light to resist Erik's masculine strength, Erik lets go and I get onto my knees and rise my butt into the air and I place my hands on the floor and spread my legs. Erik stands behind me and drops his pants and underwear, he pulls his cock and rubs my outer butt cheeks and teases them. Meanwhile, Jakob stands in front of me and pulls down his pants and underwear, my hand extends forward and I start to stoke and rub his exposed manhood. Jakob: "Hooohh, ya baby, work that sausage." Erik stops teasing my cheeks and quickly rams his manhood into my anus, he does it so suddenly, that I let out a scream and tilt my head upward "Haaaa..Aaaaahhhh." I accidently squeeze Jakob's cock, but he seems to enjoy that kind of pressure. I quickly get back to work and start to toss Jakob off, my hand is violently pulling and pushing his cock. Erik rests his cock and then pulls it out my butt hole for a few moments and then re-inserts, he began to move his pelvic and start to fuck. In and out and in and out, repeatedly. I try to focus on Jakob penis and not only my anus being torn apart, I speed up tossing Jakob off. Erik: "Ahhhhhh...Yes, you like it when I fuck your ass, baby?" "Yes baby, very much." Jakob: "Do you want my cock, baby?" "More than anything." I extend my tongue and skim Jakob's penis, I lick him up and down. My fingers stroke the v area between his cock and balls, gently teasing it, before moving in and kissing his balls and then licking them. Every few moments I have to pause and spit out the pubes, and then I resume licking his balls. I lift up his balls and start licking underneath them, I swallow one ball and bite away at it. Erik is now violently pounding my ass and is screaming his lungs out, he's gone totally pscho on my ass. My cheeks have gone red and I am not sure how much more on an assault they can take. Erik: "Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh....Fuck yes....Yes, yes." Jakob too is screaming his lungs out. I withdraw from his balls area and start pushing back and teasing his foreskin, my tongue finds its way in-between the gap my hand has created. I then open my mouth and slide his cock into my mouth and allow my mouth to salivate. I drool all over his cock, but then, Jakob pulls my hair and shoves his cock down my throat. Jakob: "This is my revenge against women-kind. My stupid bitch girlfriend dumps me, I'll teach you women your place." I can feel my anus expanding and I am afraid that nothing will remain after Erik leaves. Jakob pushes down my throat and I start coughing and choking. My eyes are ready to burst out of my socket and I start to cry, mascara runs down my face, leaving a dark ink across my face. They are both hurting me, but I try to remain calm and composed, I knew integration was painful but not this painful. I nearly puke when Jakob removes his cock and then re-enters again. He starts to hump and I can do nothing, but try to please him. Being anal and throat fucked simultaneously is not what I expected. Eventually Erik stops pounding my ass and withdraws his cock. He then slides his manhood into my pussy and resumes the pounding. Jakob slaps my face for crying and then resumes face fucking. My pussy is starting to ache and then, Erik stops and Jakob withdraws. They both exist my body and Jakob lies down on the floor. Erik: "Aysel, go and stick you pussy on Jakob's cock and sit upwards." I quickly jump onto his cock, I slide it into my pussy gently and the feeling of his cock sends my sensitive pussy into pleasure mode. The cow girl position, I move upwards and then downwards, I ride him like a horse. It's physically exhausting and I sweat profusely, Erik stand over us two playing with himself. He then moves in and sticks his manhood into my mouth, but unlike Jakob is gentle and doesn't go for deep-throat. Erik: "Ohhhh fuck yes, best mouth in Berlin." I suck and swallow in large gulps, while trying to ride Jakob, which proves to be fun and difficult at the same time. The smell of sex is in the air and then I feel an orgasm coming on. My body is heating up, my breasts go red. Sweat crawls down my body and then my moist pussy starts to leak. The leak quickly turns into a flood. My cum sits on Jakob's cock and the sensation of feeling my liquid forces him to cum too. He cums very heavily and my pussy is quickly filled. Erik now starts to cum in my mouth and I swallow as much as I can. It goes down in droves and pretty soon, I have swallowed all of it and my breath reeks of cum. I clean myself up and leave. When I get home, Gul is waiting for me. Gul: "Fun was it? I know where you were and what you did and why. Tell me was it worth it, are you fully German now? "I don't know what you're talking about." Gul walks over to me and starts to sniff me, "I smell sex. Indeed a threesome. But I also smell doubt and regret. Where will you go now? The difference between being a Turkish girl and trying to be German is, I'm fully in-charge of my body and pleasure. Are you?"