My Falasha Love
My name is Etan. My mother used to say that
it meant “firm and strong”. Now she tells me that it must mean
“stubborn”. She was very upset when I married Chara but I believe she
would have attended the wedding had my father not been so opposed. I
sometimes do not understand my own family. My grandfather survived The
Holocaust. We, of all people, should know the dangers of blind hatred
of a people. Be that as it may, my father was bitterly opposed to
Operation Solomon. He did not wish “impure, black blood contaminating
the gene pool of the chosen people”. This massive airlift from Ethiopia
saved Chara’s people. The Falasha are as Jewish as we are. Their
traditions may even go back to the time of King Solomon and the Queen
of Sheba. My father can see no further than Chara’s beautiful brown
skin. He has not let her wonderful warmth penetrate his hard heart.
Given the chance, she would soften his heart just as she has melted
mine. I still pray that someday he will give her that chance. Until
then, I refuse to speak to him.
Like many Israeli reserves, I
have spent some time in the occupied territories. It is hard and
dangerous work. The burning hatred one sometimes feels makes my
father’s foolish bigotry seem like a mere candle of stupidity.
Returning from such duty, I often feel dirty and exhausted. It is such
a joy to return to Chara’s loving arms.
It was night when I
finally returned from this past deployment. When I enter our home all
is sweet, cool and quiet. Chara comes out of the bedroom in a flowing,
diaphanous white nightgown that contrasts nicely against her smooth,
dark brown skin. I take her in my arms and feel her full breasts warm
against my chest. Her smell excites me.
“I have just completed my
mikvah in preparation for your arrival. My body has been made pure for
my husband,” Chara says with a smile. I am glad I showered before
leaving Hebron.
She takes me by the hand and leads me to our bed.
With a gentle shove she pushes me down on to my back, her beautiful
ebony body is above me, her sweet round breasts dangling in her
nightgown. I reach for them but she diverts my hand by grabbing my
wrist. She sucks on my fingers one by one. Sliding each one past her
gleaming white teeth and welcoming it into her sweet mouth. The
tingling sensation flows down my arm, through my chest and belly to
form a pool of lust in my groin.
“My husband is overdressed,” she murmurs seductively.
Her
dark, delicate fingers undress me until I lay naked on the bed with my
pale phallus standing tall and hard. She lifts her white nightgown over
her head and I gaze upon her beautiful young body. Her lovely round
breasts have little dark brown circles around the erect nipples, her
belly is flat, inches below her navel there is a thin line of black,
downy hair that leads to the bushy black triangle around her dark
lipped vagina. Though I have seen her naked many times, the sight still
takes my breath away.
She comes into my arms and we begin a
soul-sharing kiss, her pink tongue sends flickers of electricity
through me. Our flesh presses together as we share the warmth of our
love. I roll her over on to her back and stare into her large brown
eyes. Her smile glows in the dimly lit room. My hand looks ghostly
against her firm, dark breast. She sighs when I caress the nipple. We
kiss again and I can feel her silky leg pressed against my male
hardness, rubbing it lightly as her pelvis squirms. We are both hungry
with lust, I have been away a long time.
I reach down, sliding my
fingers tantalizingly across her silken brownness to touch her dark
pubic hairs. My fingers play just above her portal of womanhood,
touching the hair but not the delicious flesh that lies beneath. She
groans and pushes herself toward the teasing fingers. I pull them back
a few times and then slide them between her dark nether lips, causing
her to groan longer and louder. Her fingers close around my stiff rod.
Her hand begins to slowly pump it and soon I, too, am groaning deep in
my throat as I continue rubbing her wonderfully wet pink opening. Our
bodies strain towards each other, seeking to be joined.
Looking
down between our bodies, I watch her brown hand guide my hard whiteness
into her moist depths. My hips push forward to drive myself deeper
inside her welcoming warmth, she wraps her strong, dark legs around my
pale muscular back. We begin slowly, savoring the sensations deep
within our merged groins, gently rocking together as one but we have
been apart for too many weeks. Our passion is strong, it takes control
of our mated bodies causing us to begin thrusting against each other
harder and faster. Sweat makes our bodies slippery, she meets every
down stroke with her own upward push. Our breathing is heavy and harsh,
our lovemaking is hot and fast. My white balls are banging against her
shapely brown posterior, little slurping sounds can be heard coming
from our excited genitals.
Chara’s cries of passion become
louder, her legs wrap tighter around my back as she urges me on,
telling me to fuck her harder, deeper and faster. Though the sexual
tension is wound tight inside me, eager to explode, I comply with her
wishes. Our pelvises pound together, my hard penis slamming into her
grasping vagina again and again. I feel her strong inner walls rippling
against the skin of my circumcised organ, her hands have grabbed my
tush. She pushes me in and out of her in a frenzied pace. Her loud
moans bounce off our bedroom walls and her strong leg lock threatens to
break my ribs as she cries out.
“Ohhh...Etan.... I come...come with me...shoot your load deep inside me.... ohhhh!!!”
The
vibrations within her body and within my ears are too strong to resist.
I spill my seed into her hot, moist, pulsating womanhood in powerful
jerks and grunts of lust. Her vagina muscles suck me dry. Our spent
bodies collapse against each other, her brown flesh plastered against
my white flesh and, no matter what my family says, nothing in my life
has ever felt so good and so right.
] [ Mar. 15, 2005 ] [