November 10, 2008

Aashka was working late again. It was well after midnight. Her programming project was buggy and bumping up against a deadline. It was beginning to seem that every solution generated two new problems. She wished this thing was over and done with. Just about every night and weekend for the past three months had been spent struggling with this project. Aashka was healthy young woman with strong needs. Back home in New Delhi, she was considered beautiful and, even here in the United States, her dark beauty, slender body and sparkling eyes turned heads. There was little doubt that she could find a man to sleep with her and bring feelings of satisfaction to her yoni but she had no time for social activities at the present time. The project needed to be brought to completion and she was stuck for answers.

Swallowing her pride, she headed for Clay’s office. She knew Clay would be there, even if there were nobody else left on the floor. It seemed to her that the pale redhead man lived in his office.

Though Clay was only twenty-three, he was unarguably the firm’s alpha geek. The tall redhead wrote elegant code and was responsible for several major contributions to the last release of Linux. He was a force to be reckoned with in the world of computers but was known to be shy and somewhat reclusive. Clay had no sex life. His only previous sexual experiences had been with his right, and sometimes his left, hand. Though he was fluent in many programming languages, he found it almost impossible to speak with women. When Aashka appeared in his doorway, he felt the familiar surges of frustrated lust but tried to push them aside. Her white blouse was stretched across her well-rounded chest, her short, flowing skirt complimented her round hips and sexy dark brown legs. There was no way he was ever going to be able to score with a sleek, beautiful woman like her. She probably had men standing in line to touch her full, round breasts and smooth brown patchouli scented skin. Clay imagined she probably had her strong, shapely dark legs wrapped around the man of her choosing every night. It’s funny how a man who knew so much could know so little.

Clay looked over her printouts and then inserted the CD she’d brought with her into his disk drive. Aashka thought he looked comfortable in his tee shirt and old gym shorts and wished she could dress so casual. He was intensely staring at the computer monitor, rapidly scrolling through her code and occasionally muttering to himself. She thought he looked cute with his tousled, curly red hair and light freckles. From the look of his pale skin, she wondered when was the last time he’d been out in the sun. The sudden sound of his voice broke through the fog of her musings.

“Could you grab my tarantula folder for me?” he asked.

“Tarantula folder?”

“Yeah,” he laughed. Aashka thought it was a friendly, pleasant laugh. “It’s in the cabinet over there. Don’t worry, it won’t bite. It’s my collection of notes on big, hairy problems. It’s probably in the bottom drawer.”

Clay marveled at the sweet roundness of her rear end as she bent to search for the folder. Just the sight of her sexy body was making him hard.

“I don’t see anything marked tarantula here,” she said.

Clay got up to help. He stood behind her looking over her shoulder. Distracted by her silky black hair he moved a step too close. His crotch bumped up against her curvaceous butt, pressing his erect dick up against the crack of her ass.

He quickly stumbled backwards with profuse, stuttering apologies.

Aashka smiled and looked over her shoulder at the blushing man-child. Her own horniness had been wreaking havoc with her concentration recently.

“Your lingham is hard with lust,” she said with a little giggle.

“Yeah, I…um…oh!” Clay’s feeble reply was cut short by the sight of Aashka dropping her black panties and lifting her skirt to reveal her lovely brown ass and dark haired pussy. He saw her fingers reach down and begin rubbing between her legs.

“My yoni has deep yearnings, it is wet with lust. Could you perhaps be so kind as to help me with this additional problem?”

Clay was afraid that if he said a word he was going to wake from this dream. He quickly stepped out of his gym shorts and briefs. His erection stood straight out from his copper pubes as he shakily moved toward her beautiful raised brown posterior. She reached behind her back and grabbed his hard pink cock with her tender brown hand. She guided it between her spread legs until he could feel the moist warmth of her slit. Her body shifted a bit and then she placed his rock solid dick inside her. Clay couldn’t believe how hot and tight her pussy felt. His hips pushed forward and Aashka let out a long moan while he buried himself deep within her hot, humid depths. Her cunt muscles clenched around his shaft, somehow she was massaging his dick with her pussy. Though he wanted to fuck her fast and hard, Clay just stood there a moment, drowning in the swirling sensations her grasping, clutching, slick cunt muscles were sending through his cock and balls. It felt like time stood still and Clay never wanted it to start again. He wanted to die in the heat of her flaming, fantastic pussy.

Aashka began slowly moving, gently fucking him, her ass slowly rocking. He rubbed the silky brown flesh of her moving butt and began to slowly pump to her hypnotic, swaying beat of desire. Clay pushed up his tee shirt to feel her sweet smooth dark flesh against his. She ground her cunt against his cock a bit harder, a bit faster. He picked up on her fucking motions, sliding in and out of her cunt to the movements of the rotating, round ass that he held in his hands. Suddenly, he felt her fingers touch his plunging cock and then move up toward her hooded clit. With a deep groaning she began to rub her clit. Her ass was now thrusting against him and he started fucking her back as hard and fast as she was fucking him. It was now beyond all control. Their animalistic fucking buried their rational minds, driving them on in pounding, passionate fury. Their young nude torsos slapped together, the sounds echoing off the walls of the small office. What had started slow and gentle had become a sweat drenched, raw, lust driven race to orgasm accompanied by sub-human grunting and groaning. Clay’s breathing had become ragged, he felt like his heart was going to explode in his chest, he grabbed Aashka’s thrusting hips tight in both hands as their fast and furious final strokes drove them closer to meltdown. With one last powerful thrust, Clay’s cock drove deep into the hot, pulsating Indian pussy. His hips shook and twitched from the force of the cum tearing through him. Somewhere in the distance he heard Aashka’s desperate panting and long, loud moans. Her frantically, flashing fingers brought her over the top. Her rich brown flesh quivered with her orgasmic waves. Clay was grinning ear to ear.

Back in high school he’d written a paper on Kerouac’s “Dharma Bums”, little knowing that someday he would finally lose his virginity while riding the sweet curves of Aashka’s rippling dharma bum.

October 17, 2008

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.