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.
