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.
