5 comments/ 37612 views/ 3 favorites Aspen By: claretwine Edited by angel love Born Lindelle Gerhart, the agent was raised in a modest home in German Town Pennsylvania. Though her father and mother were bakers by trade, they worked hard to provide the means by which their children might live useful and peaceful lives. But as Lindell grew older and sought for a lifetime career, she found that her desires lie elsewhere, more in a life of suspense and intrigue. After college at NYU, she landed her first job in a law enforcement agency. She recorded and filed documents, all of which were of the highest protocol of confidentiality. But after two years of somewhat boring, repetitive tasks, she soon learned that her true skills lie more in the pursuit of that for which the Central Intelligence Agency was created. She trained and became an agent, her code name Auburn Angel. "And my contact? Who is he?" Angel asked the supervisor over the secure communications pipeline provided by the department. The deep, drolling voice of the supervisor muttered only the code name, "Aspen." "No description, no voice print, no dossier?" she inquired. "No!" he said with an air of finality. "You will board the train in Center City, Philadelphia, then travel the short fifty seven minute ride to Lansden. He will be waiting." "But how will I know him?" she asked, seeking for any clues he might provide. "You won't!" he said in reply. "He will pursue you, see you, and know you but his identity will remain shrouded in the utmost of secrecy. "And the transfer?" she said. "A small, single document, a musical tone row," the supervisor said in monotone. "What is a tone row?" the agent queried. "A grid of musical notes by letter names. The grid is a code." he said condescendingly. "Board the 354 to Lansden tonight at nine o'clock sharp. By midnight, deliver the document to the German Town sector, the alternate drop box. Take the Jaguar. Report by using the secure line." "Anything else?" Auburn Angel asked. "It is of the utmost importance that Aspen's identity not be compromised," he said emphatically. "Should it be, he will be vulnerable, probably killed." That night, Angel drove the Jag to the secluded parking space in the railway parking garage. She carried with her only a 38 special and a well hidden knife packed neatly in her purse. In the bottom of the purse was a powerful surveillance camera, used by the department to gather data on highly classified missions. It would be recording the entire mission. Angel wore a simple, dark blue dress, nothing elaborate, nothing stylish, and nothing that might make her stand out midst the average commuter. Over the apparel, she wore a well worn, black trench coat. Underneath the garment, a shoulder harness unobtrusively fit to hold her favorite weapon of choice. Otherwise, the agent traveled lightly for she needed to appear like a typical woman returning home from a day's work in the city. In the terminal, she purchased a one way ticket to Lansden station. At 8:57 PM, she boarded the converted passenger cab with three others and chose a seat near the back to distance herself. One man seated himself and promptly opened that day's evening edition of the Inquirer. An older lady, probably in her mid fifties, chose a seat three rows from the front directly across the aisle from a younger man who looked like he was a college student at best. When the sound of air brakes released, the train eased forward. Almost immediately, a straight faced porter opened the connecting door to check the passenger's tickets. As he punched each ticket, his face looked stern with authority. Then walking down the aisle he stared forward until he reached Angel's row. She handed him her ticket, he took it, punched it, but suddenly paused as if something was wrong. At first, his eyes darted between the ticket to her face, then back again. In a matter of seconds, however, his countenance changed and he smiled broadly at her. "Good evening, Ma'am!" the porter said in friendly tone. She nodded slightly but then lifted her hand to receive the validated ticket. For an awkward moment, she sensed that he wanted to say something else, maybe ask her name, or ask her what her destination was. She caught his eye as he stared intently at her hand. Then he laid the ticket in her palm lingering for a moment to feel the softness of her milky white skin. "And your destination?" he inquired, in his authoritative tone. Softly but confidently, she answered, "Lansden." Nodding in recognition, he left that car to pursue the inhabitants of the others. His demeanor troubled her but since her auburn hair and hazel eyes had always caught the eye of most men, she soon allowed her gut instinct to fade into the supposition that the porter was merely acting accordingly. For a moment, it brought a smile to her face but she soon turned her thoughts back to the reason that brought her there. Twenty-two minutes later, the train slowed and eventually stopped at Ambler station. The man who had been reading the newspaper stood, tossed the paper back to the seat, and then walked forward to leave. Five minutes later, the train pulled away. Still left with the other two, Angel turned her head to the right and stared intently into the window's night portrait. So many of her assignments were wrought with darkness and secrecy and in that arena, she felt most comfortable. In another fifteen minutes, the train would stop at Lemer station near Gottshal, and then the next stop would be her intended destination. Picking up speed, the commuter railway lumbered along the tracks falling into a repetitive rhythm of sorts, the kind that lulled many a passenger to slumberous sleep. Angel had no intention of letting her guard down, much less leaving herself open to a startled attack. This, she knew, was the life of an agent, the preparedness, the adrenalin pulsing through her veins making her ready, lest misfortune befall her. About midway to Lemer station, she suddenly heard the door behind her slide open yet nobody entered as expected. Her head cocked to the left, her eyes roamed the car, but the only thing she saw was the lady and the young man some fifteen rows ahead. Then without warning, she heard footsteps like the tromping of a soldier's boots. About five steps sounded till the porter revealed his presence staring straight forward as he pursued his goal at the front. Passing the two, he reached to open a metal frame compartment that housed a small telephone. Holding it to his ear, he muttered words but none that Angel could comprehend. Then he turned quickly and stared directly at the agent in the back. Fully aware of his movements, Auburn Angel felt her pulse surge as instinct took over. She tucked her right hand into the open coat, letting her fingers wrap around the stalk of her gun. Because two passengers were aboard the car, however, she only watched cautiously, not pulling it from its holster. The porter watched her carefully, without a smile while he replaced the phone on its rest. He then left the car from the front leaving the three to their own. Some ten seconds later, another man entered, stared at Angel, then left, saying nothing. "Stay calm," she coached herself silently. "He probably just forgot something and returned to his seat." But not letting her guard down, she suddenly caught the suspicious movement of the front cab door as it opened slightly. Instinctively, she dropped in the seat to protect herself only to hear three shots fired, each embedding its round into the wall just over her head. In sheer terror, the lady and the young man screamed. Angel pulled her gun from its holster but waited not wanting to return fire lest she hit one of the two. Still hunkered down in the seat, she suddenly heard the back door slide open followed by the porter's voice announcing the Lemer station stop. He passed by her so quickly that he didn't even notice her position then walked toward the front as the train pulled to a stop. Thinking his presence brought some air of safety, the agent slowly returned to her sitting position. What she saw next was the two standing and trying to tell the porter of the frightening experience they just had. In response, he led them quickly off the train, reported the incident, and soon returned to stare once again at Angel, the mysterious woman he'd formerly admired but now eyed cautiously. She chose a frightened pose and stared at him agape to alleviate any suspicions. Five minutes later, the train pulled away from Lemer; headed for Lansden. The porter watched Angel carefully but soon realized that she too was as frightened as the man and woman he'd previously led off the train. Since the unknown gunman had obviously fled the scene, the porter decided to go and offer his help to Angel even his gut instinct told him to be cautious. "Are you alright?" he inquired, with a concerned tone. In an exhale of breath, she replied, "I, guess, so. What's going on?" Suspecting she knew more than she let on, he didn't answer her. He did, however, take her hand and pat it as if to comfort her. Then he told her everything was under control and not to worry. The agent nodded in response but kept her gaze on the porter in an attempt to alleviate any further suspicion he might have that she was the intended target of the gunman's bullets. For a second more, he patted her hand but then let go to leave the car already in route to its final destination. Angel relaxed slightly but kept her guard up in case the gunman had an accomplice to follow his lead. Several moments passed by but nobody else entered her car. The lights on the train dimmed to allow remaining passengers to slumber in the final moments of the trip. When the train finally pulled into Lansden station, an air of normality had returned, except for the agent who couldn't help but wonder who had wanted to kill her. She assumed that the only ones who knew of her passage were her contact, the department, and herself. The operation was top secret and the transfer of information was highly classified. "Had there already been a leak?" she pondered. "Were the passengers in her car mere players in some scheme to foil the operation? Was the porter aware of her agent status?" Her body tensed slightly as the train pulled to a stop, right on time at Lansden station. Once more, Auburn Angel's eyes took stock of her surroundings. Discerning all was safe, she slowly stood, stepped into the aisle, and turned left to step into the doorway where five steps led down to the terminal platform. Descending, she soon saw the porter waiting with his hand extended in her direction. As she stepped onto the platform, he gestured toward her right, where the station rest area stood. The parking lot where he supposed she would go lie just beyond the building. Then he quickly climbed the steps to disappear in the belly of the railway car. She watched him till he was out of sight then turned back to face the building. "Now what!" Angel wondered. Suddenly, a powerful hand cuffed her face, pulling her back into his broad chest, and holding her there till she succumbed to the overwhelming scent of a chloroformed handkerchief. In a millisecond, her instincts faded as she fell helplessly into the abyss of darkness. Some time later, Auburn Angel awoke to face the faint lingering smell of chloraphorm and a dull headache. For a moment, she panicked but then soon felt the realization that she was alive. Helpless but alive, she opened her eyes to complete darkness, a world she had grown accustomed to. She knew her name but didn't know why someone had chemically taken advantage of her, put her on the table where she was, and more importantly, why. Auburn Angel slowly lifted herself to a sitting position. At first, her head spun like her mind was dizzy. The headache had faded by then for the most part, leaving her alone with her questions. Except for a small crack of light, she was engulfed in darkness. Then she realized that her trench coat, purse, and shoulder holster were gone. Touching her body, she discerned that no physical abnormalities had been suffered. A few minutes later, a door opened to reveal only a dark spirit, an apparition of night. Seeing no one, the sounds of the door creaking open and shut mingled with the otherwise silence in the room, filled her ears. Fear struck her immediately and her heart began to pound. Soft footsteps followed until the mysterious form moved behind her. Then she jumped as the powerful hand wrapped tightly around her mouth. "Do not, make a sound," the man said in a whisper. "Do not speak." Somehow, she managed to nod in agreement while her heart pounded. In seconds, however, the hand slid from her face to her shoulder, not a powerful grasp but a meek, reassuring hold. And there it rested till she calmed. For about a minute he held onto her shoulder but eventually pulled his hand away only to lean into her back and tell her to stand and turn around. @@@ Obediently, the woman did as ordered. When she did, he again stepped behind her and warned her not to say a word or make a sound. Following him explicitly, she began to feel the stimulating sensations she always felt when a man took control over her. His was not violent but a mixture of powerful gentleness, the way she'd always fantasized her man to be. His strong arms wrapped passionately around her body making her whimper softly at his touch. "Do not make a sound," he once again whispered. "Now remove your clothes." At his words, she began to breathe more deeply, all the while building in her lust filled passions. Though normally quite the lady, she knew well her slutty, unbridled side when such an opportunity presented itself. She suddenly found herself caught in the web of intrigue, suspense, and her strong desires to be ravished by a stranger, even if her mission was compromised. Midst the tingling, warmth now spreading down from her C-cup breasts to her moist cuntal mound, she stripped for her black knight. Removing her dress, bra, and thong panties left her naked in his dark presence. Just the thought of such a dilemma made her lust all the more. "Do not make a sound," he warned as he pulled her back to his hairy chest. Her ass engaged the bulge behind her then wiggled in involuntary, playful response. Fondling her large breasts, the man cupped them to lightly pinch her protruding nipple buds and as he did, she took in a deep breath. Staying silent in obedience, she reveled in the pleasure of his strong hands maneuvering their way over her responsive body. Each time he pinched or pulled her buds, she responded in a shuttering delight of silent pleasure. Over and over he took advantage of her more than willing form until she pressed her ass cheeks back hard, grinding them passionately into his hard rod. "Bend over," he commanded and she did. Her big breast melons mashed into the table as she parted her legs and feet to steady herself. As she did, the spirit touched her shoulders, allowing his finger tips to gently and lustfully strafe her back. When he reached the top of her anal crevasse, she inhaled deeply but did not make a sound. Then he walked his fingers downward following the crack of her round, sexy butt till they found their way into the wetness of the opening lips of her cunt. "Do not make a sound," he ordered as he pushed one finger in her pussy. In response, her body convulsed till he pulled his finger free and licked it clean of the agent's delicious flow. When satisfied, he then posed his rod to her well stimulated mound and pushed hard to fill her to the full. Immediately, her body writhed in passions so strong that she almost cried out her pleasure. With the sexy, soft ass cheeks now kissing his belly, he lingered there for only a few moments then pulled his shaft almost out to ram it in again. In and out, in and out, in and out, he plunged till he knew she was near the orgasmic cliff. To send her over it meant he'd have to stimulate her in such a way that she wasn't expecting. Reaching down to oil his fingers with her womanly juices, he quickly coated them and let them crawl up her labial patch well into the crack of her hot, round ass. She knew something was about to push her over the edge and she figured it would be her powerful mans' finger pushed deep inside her butt. Instead, however, he merely played with her pucker until he reached to grab and pull her back by her hair. With that move, she went into orgasmic convulsions that caused her pussy to clamp down hard on his cock. His pumping ceased as she spasmed over and over on his length and when he sensed that her climactic thrills had ended, he let go of her hair, allowing her head to fall back in a more comfortable pose. Then he pulled his rod completely out and had her lick it clean of her sweet cream. When she reached the top and started to devour the head, he told her to stand and bend over again. She did but that time knew exactly what her mystery man wanted. Reaching back to spread her cheeks she felt his thick rod once again fill her pussy for the lube needed to oil her most intimate of holes. Then in absolute passion, he pulled it free and posed his length to Angel's anal flower. Feeling her getting ready and relaxed, he slowly inched his dick all the way inside her gripping butt till she could take no more. As slowly as it went in, he pulled it out till the head caught at her tight ring. Then he pushed it in again, each stroke making her convulse in silence at her back door thrills. Repeatedly, he pumped his shaft till he built himself to the breaking point. "I'm your butt fucker baby," he grunted in a deep whisper as his rod throbbed and spunk shot deep in her canal. Between her spasming butt and his throbbing rod, the two fully reveled in their mutual orgasmic enjoyment. When he'd had enough, he stayed inside her most intimate of holes. When he finally pulled his spent rod from her darkness, she collapsed on the table, her big soft breasts mashed helplessly against it. Angel felt so fulfilled but completely worn out by the intense sex he gave her. In response, she fell fast asleep on the table. Auburn Angel had no idea how long she'd slept when she awoke in her seat on the train. Fully dressed with trench coat wrapped around her and her purse and shoulder holster in tact, she found herself looking toward the front of the Pullman car, alone and somewhat confused. The movement of the train slowed as she heard the porter announce the stop for Center City station. At this, her head snapped to attention. Her eyes darted about to gain perspective. She reached for her gun and found it, her purse as well. Then the train stopped as the air brakes hissed and exhaled their angry pressure. The front door opened only to reveal the porter whom she originally met. Walking down the aisle toward her, he smiled and said, "It's 11:45, Ma'am. I hope you enjoyed your round trip ride to Lansden and back." Then he led the speechless Angel off the train and bid her goodbye. She walked briskly to the parking garage where her Jag awaited its beautiful prey. There, she knew all things were well. There, she could fully relax and ponder. There, her feelings and recollections of the past two hours would somehow make sense. Opening the door and climbing in, she closed it, locked it, and started the engine of her powerful sports car. Amidst its safety, she drove from the garage onto the nearby street and headed for the German Town sector. A few miles into the ride, however, stark reality hit her like a ton of bricks. "Oh damn it, Angel!" she snapped out loud. "You've compromised the operation. You have no documents, whatsoever! You almost got killed, got chloriphormed, fucked and reamed senseless with the most excruciating pleasure you've ever experienced, and now your back in the city of brotherly love with no damn document! What the hell were you thinking?" Aspen Grove "I love having someone to cook for. Cooking for just me sucks! Maybe I can cook for you sometimes?" "Can I buy the ingredients?" "Sometimes." "Then I accept. Do you think our friends will talk?" "I hope so! I haven't been the subject of the gossip mill in months." "Is that why you closed and locked the door when I came in?" "Yes, partly." "And, the other part?" "I might forget to lock the door before we go to bed." She blushed and looked at her plate. I blushed and stayed quiet while I thought about what to say. "If we go to bed, you will probably be disappointed. I haven't been able..." "I'm not saying I want you to jump my bones! It would be nice but, what I really want is what I saw when we looked into Emma's bedroom and saw you holding her as you both slept. We backed out and left. We both went home and cried for the two hours. We have missed the holding much more than the sex. I want the holding tonight." I sat looking at the tears sliding down her face. I thought about how waking up with Emma in my arms had felt so good, so right and how my head had told me that it was wrong. Now I was being told that Beth wanted that gift and she wanted it from me. "Can I at least help with the dishes, first?" Hands started stacking dishes and we smiled at each other. At the sink she washed and I dried. We were done just after eight. "Nick, will you kiss me?" "I can do that and I'd love to." She stood close and we kissed. Most people in their twenties and thirties will not get what kissing between people our age is like. The fire isn't out! It just isn't the same fire that it was when we were younger. I have no idea how long we stayed in the kitchen. I have no idea who undressed who in the bedroom. I do remember that we slept in skin. We both got up twice in the night to pee. The second time we held each other and talked for a long time. We kissed more and fell asleep again. In the late morning the phone rang. Beth picked it up and I heard Sandy say, "Did he stay?" She handed me the phone and said, "It's for you." I said, "It's early to wake people." "Would you come to my house for dinner?" "Only if it includes breakfast." "Bacon or sausage?" "Sausage." "Pancakes or eggs?" "Pancakes." "Dinner is at seven, cowboy." I smiled. It was going to be a great summer. Aspen Summer This is a completely true story about my Korean girlfriend and me. It is about a wild summer we had in Colorado and about her early experiences with a hung black male. ------------------------------------------- We were just young kids, barely starting college. We were both 18 years old. Chee Yun had been my girlfriend since we were sophomores in high school. We met in the summer at the first rehearsal of the local youth orchestra. When we met, we were both 16. We both played violin and studied with the same teacher. We had heard about each other through our teacher, but had never actually met. Chee Yun was Korean. She was a pure Korean girl from two first-generation Korean parents. They had immigrated when she was only 10 years old. She had two sisters who had been 8 and 12 years old when they came to the United States. I had grown up in Texas from Texan-born parents and was about as native to the area as one could be. Chee Yun was the concertmaster of the orchestra (first chair violinist) and was very talented. I had only taken up study of the instrument more recently and I was struggling with some of the technical aspects of playing the violin. I was always musical, having played the piano and guitar before, but the violin was a relatively new challenge. I was actually amazed (and somewhat impressed) with myself for making the first violin section of the orchestra at auditions. On the first day of orchestra rehearsal, Chee Yun introduced herself and said, "You must be the famous Matthew Collins I keep hearing about!" I was happy to finally meet her. She was a beautiful girl – a perfect young Korean girl – and I was in love from our first meeting. I am only about 5 foot 7 inches tall, but she was 5 feet even. Meeting her, I felt like the tallest, most masculine man possible. She had a perfect face with perfectly proportioned features. She had a beautiful smile with vague dimples in her cheeks and long, straight, black silky hair. Her lips were thick and luscious when she wasn't smiling. Her body, although small, was also perfectly proportioned with small, perky breasts and a narrow waist that probably measured 23 inches. But the most amazing thing about her was her big black eyes. They seemed to be deeper than any eyes I had ever peered into. Her English was surprisingly good, with only a hint of an accent. We became close friends over the next few months. I asked her to a dance at my high school and she went with me. This was unusual for her; her parents were so strict that she was only rarely allowed to leave the house without one of her sisters. Two years later, we both decided to go to a summer music camp in Colorado. I had wanted to go and play in the orchestra, but I wasn't sure if Chee Yun's parents would let her go. The music camp lasted all summer (two and a half months) and required playing in the orchestra almost every day. For this, the student got lessons with a very well known teacher and also got to see other students perform. I think we were both a little bit shocked when Chee Yun's parents allowed her to go with me. We would be staying with two other students at a condominium in Aspen. All of the condo's there are expensive, but we managed to find one for only $1000/month. Split four ways, this would only be $625 per person for the summer. The other two students sharing a condo with us were friends from youth orchestra. Peter and Sharon were a couple, and it seemed that our small two bedroom, single bath condo would work perfectly. It did work perfectly until early July when Sharon's mom was diagnosed with pancreatic carcinoma. Both she and Peter decided to go back home, leaving Chee Yun and me alone. We were worried about how we could make the next payment for our condo, so we decided to advertise for a new roommate or two to stay in the extra bedroom. We put up flyers all over the music camp, hoping that some student would want to move in with us. For two weeks, we got only one call - from one student who eventually decided that our rent was too high. Finally, we heard from someone else. The only problem was that he was not a music camp student. We told him how to get to our condo and he came over to take a look. He turned out to be a 22-year-old black guy named Malcolm who was biking across Colorado for the summer. He just needed a place for about four weeks. He scared both Chee Yun and me at first because he was about 6 foot 3 inches tall and was wearing rapper style clothes, with baggy jeans barely hanging on his hips and visible boxer underwear. He also had several rings on his hands and heavy jewelry around his neck. He agreed to the price and, desperate to find someone to help bail us out on the steep rent, we asked him to move in with us. We warned him that at least one of us would probably be practicing violin in the small condo all the time. He said he wouldn't mind this, and agreed to move in. We didn't really seem to speak each other's language. He was a strange combination of gangsta/rapper and athlete. He owned a titanium race bike that looked very expensive, but when he wasn't riding, he liked to dress like he was from a gang or something. Needless to say, for the first two weeks or so, we didn't talk much. Chee Yun was actually kind of scared to live under the same roof with him, and made me lock the bedroom door each night before we went to sleep. But over time we began to talk to him more. He was actually an ok guy – just very different from us. One time, Chee Yun actually made all three of us one of her Korean dishes that her mom had shown her. Malcolm seemed to like it. I began noticing that Malcolm was looking at Chee Yun with special attention. He seemed to be attracted to her. Even though we didn't have much time together in the condo, he did seem to look at her a lot. He also wore biker gear most of the time. He seemed to have two pairs of long spandex stretch shorts, one black and one bright red. I didn't mind the black ones, but the red ones showed his anatomy way too clearly! I could easily see the outline of his dick when he wore them. His dick seemed to be very long, stretching down part of his left leg whenever I caught a glimpse of him. He had a very nice physique with thick, muscular biker thighs, and small muscular butt with narrow waist. I don't know if Chee Yun ever noticed the huge bulge in his spandex shorts, but I think the she must have – it was almost impossible to miss! One night, we all sat around after dinner and watched one of his shows on BET after dinner. It was a special night because Chee Yun had played a solo with the orchestra earlier that day (a famous part called 'Lark Ascending') and had played well. She was happy and seemed especially bubbly. Malcolm also liked to play rap music on the radio that we had whenever we weren't practicing. He had it on all night through dinner, and even later while we watched the comedians on BET network. One of the comedians made a comment during his monologue about the size of black men's cocks. The audience (all black people) cracked up, so he continued along this theme for a while. After that theme was over and the comedian had moved on to new material, Malcolm made a comment about how much bigger black men are. He seemed to be trying to get a reaction out of Chee Yun. I didn't want to agree that they were bigger, but I also knew that it might be true; and judging from Malcolm's bulge in his shorts, it was definitely true for him. We got into a debate about whether it was important or not for the woman's sexual pleasure. Eventually, things degenerated into Malcolm challenging me to see whether he was bigger or not. I sort of knew that I couldn't back down at this point. I looked over at Chee Yun, who had been silently and intently watching this whole conversation, to see her reaction. She looked curious. When Malcolm asked her to be the judge in the "who is bigger" contest, she agreed. I remember frantically trying to get at least a little bit of a hard on before we stripped so I wouldn't look so much smaller. I tried to inconspicuously rub my dick with my elbow just to make it come to life. I saw Malcolm undoing his drawstring waistband and realized that this was it - It was really going to happen! I pulled my shorts down first and managed to get a half erection pretty quickly. I was actually happy with how it looked in the lamplight. Of course, like most men, I had also measured it a few times and always got 5 inches in length. Chee Yun had seemed impressed with it the first few times we had sex, but she had never been with another man. Then, with bass-heavy rap music blaring in the background, Malcolm slowly slid his shorts down. At first, we were treated to a view of the base of his dick as he slid his shorts over his tight butt. But then he slid them all the way down to his ankles and his huge dick fell out. It was obscene how big it was! I only saw it briefly, but it reminded me of a huge brown water balloon – flaccid, but semi hard. He had thick, protuberant veins crossing over the whole thing. He was uncircumcised, and had a large amount of foreskin puckered up over the head. I can still see the way the thing bounced around like a heavy condom filled with water after it was released from his shorts. Malcolm looked proud of his cock. Before I could even look over at my girlfriend, I said, "Ok, you win. Let's put 'em up!" I had already gotten mine back in my shorts, but Malcolm gave his humongous log a jiggle before stuffing it back into his underwear. At this point I looked back over at Chee Yun. She was trying to act like she was not that shocked, and actually had her head pointed slightly more back toward the television. But her eyes were still glued to Malcolm's bulge as it went back into his shorts and had a slightly open mouth that told the whole story. We didn't say anything more about it, while I tried to change the conversation to the bike ride Malcolm was planning for the next day. We talked for a while and acted normal, but as soon as the comedy routine on BET was over, Chee Yun asked me if she could see Malcolm again. Apparently, she hadn't been watching very carefully. I knew that it would probably ultimately be worse if I didn't let her see him, so I said "sure, why not?" At this point, Malcolm got up and turned off the television and turned up his rap music (which was already loud). He sat back down on the sofa, next to Chee Yun and me, and slowly undressed again, this time removing his shirt first. After he had his full dick out, he started to hold it up with his hand and stroke it. As his dick began getting harder, I realized that he must have one of the largest cocks on the entire planet. It seemed almost unreal how fat it was. He started pulling his foreskin down to partially uncover his huge dick head; this got a gasp from Chee Yun. I looked over at her and she had her hand covering the big smile on her lips and had an incredulous look in her eyes. She shot a glance over at me that said, "Can you believe how HUGE he is?!?" I just managed a small grin. After Malcolm had gotten mostly hard and erect, Chee Yun reached over me and gripped it lightly in her right hand. She couldn't get her hand all the way around it, but she seemed to be genuinely satisfied just to hold his heavy cock up with her hand. Malcolm just had a silly smile on his face. I guess Chee Yun realized that I was getting a little bit perturbed by this whole scene, and she let go. Malcolm packed up and went to bed. Chee Yun and I stayed up to do some dishes before going to bed. Strangely, I was starting to get excited by this whole scene the more I thought about it. We continued on the next few days, never mentioning this whole event. We didn't even see Malcolm very much. I was actually happy about this. Even though in my fantasy mind I had dreamed of Chee Yun with another well-hung man, I had never really wanted it to happen. I thought back about a few nights early in our sexual relationship when I had been extremely horny and suggested that she would probably like a big black man or would like a man with big balls like a bull – that swung back and forth when he walked. She always smiled to these comments, but never really commented. I wondered whether my suggestions, which were made in the heat of passion, had affected her. Was she now some kind of size queen? What did she really think of his cock? After a few days, I decided that this was just paranoia. My girlfriend was still acting the same way she always had – and she hadn't even brought the strange night up again. But then it happened. I was done a little bit early with my chamber music rehearsal and came home to grab a snack. When I got inside, I heard the shower running. Malcolm had said that he would be riding over to Vail that day, so I assumed it was Chee Yun. I called from behind the door to see if she would answer, but got no response. I tried the flimsy doorknob and was able to open it. This surprised me since Chee Yun almost always locked the door ever since Malcolm arrived. I opened the door slowly to be greeted with a thick cloud of steam coming out of the tiny bathroom. Then I heard Malcolm say "You really like my big, black cock?" and then a giggle from my girlfriend. Apparently, they were both behind the closed shower curtain. I took the opportunity to sneak out before they heard me. I went back to the music campus feeling really sorry for myself. For about a week, I was very quiet to Chee Yun. I didn't ask her about the incident, but I didn't talk to her much at all. She asked a few times about what was bothering me, but I wouldn't tell her. Finally, one night as we both lay in bed, she asked again what was the matter. She said she couldn't handle my attitude lately. I finally told her what I had heard. She was very quiet for a long time, obviously unable to deny it. After several minutes, which seemed like hours, she explained that she was very curious after seeing him the other night. They had run into each other by accident. Malcolm had returned from his trip to Vail early because his tire had popped as he was leaving town. He didn't have a replacement and was going to have to wait for the bicycle shop in Aspen to open. He was surprised when Chee Yun was still there, having breakfast before going to campus. He decided to sit down with her and have something to eat. While they were eating cereal, Malcolm brought up the other night and apologized for showing his dick. Chee Yun admitted that she had been very curious to see it when she saw how it looked in his red bike shorts. She made Malcolm feel better about what had happened. One thing led to another, and they found themselves in the shower together. Malcolm was trying to clean up after his failed trip to Vail, and Chee Yun was just trying to satisfy her curiosity. Apparently, after the shower they dried off and went their respective ways. I wasn't sure if I could believe this. In my mind, it was bad enough that my girlfriend had been soaping down a huge black guy in the shower – even if she didn't have sex. At this point, I decided that I could never look at Chee Yun the same way again, so why not make the most of it? I asked her if she would be willing to have sex with him while I watched. She seemed very reluctant at first, but also a little bit curious. Two days later, we were having lunch together and she said that she would have sex with him if I would just ask him. I asked her if it made her horny to think about having sex with him and his huge horse cock, and she admitted that it did. She had masturbated several times while thinking about it ever since they showered together. I had also imagined their shower together and wished I could be a fly on the wall. The next day, I asked Malcolm if he would be willing to fuck my girlfriend while I watched. He said that he expected that to happen and that he would be very happy to fuck her. He also showed me his camera and asked if I could take some pictures of it for him. I agreed. This was in the early days of digital, but the camera seemed to work ok. I won't go into the details of the next night, except to mention a few of my vivid memories of it. I have a mental image of Chee Yun holding his half erect cock up by the base. It was so long that it reached all the way down her forearm. I remember seeing the extra foreskin rub against the crook of her elbow. Malcolm's cock never really got rock hard, it just got semi hard, which I attribute to its humongous size. I remember watching Chee Yun's beautiful, small face in amazement as she slowly slid Malcolm's foreskin back and forth over his huge cock head. It made a funny wrinkled, puckered shape when she pulled it all the way back over his head. Besides being smaller, I was also tightly circumcised with virtually no extra skin. I remember watching Chee Yun climb on top of him, holding his dick up with one hand. I remember the sheer effort it took for her to get it into her small pussy. When she finally got a large part of it inside of her, I remember seeing it expand as it exited from her pussy. One time, she lifted too high and it popped out of her and slapped back down on his leg. I can still see the smile on her face and hear her giggle as she turned around slightly to lift his wet cock up off his leg and put it back into her dripping pussy. After they turned over to missionary position, I can still hear the sound his huge, dangling balls made as they slapped against her wet asshole. I remember her shoulders and head being moved upward with each thrust. I remember the sight of his black, muscular butt flexing as he shoved his huge cock into her tight pussy. I also can picture her long, straight black hair getting doused with his white cum after he pulled out of her mouth and stroked it in her face. After this day, I think we had all turned into sex fiends. I wanted them to have sex so I could masturbate. Malcolm wanted another taste of Chee Yun's tiny Asian ass; and Chee Yun wanted to experience a horse hung black man again. They had sex probably 12 more times before the end of the summer. Chee Yun seemed a little bit more shy and reserved in public, probably embarrassed about her bedroom escapades. I found that I was masturbating constantly, not only to the sight of them having sex, but to the thought of them having sex! I remember one time when Chee Yun initiated the whole thing by reaching out to touch the huge bulge in Malcolm's red bike shorts as he watched t.v. It was then that I knew she had probably noticed this obscene bulge earlier. I remember them both naked. She was standing in front of him and was holding his huge cock up under his balls – so she could see both his huge balls and fat cock. It was almost comical to see a small wisp of an Asian girl standing next to a strong, tall black man in such a position of power – holding his family jewels in her hand. One time, while she was having oral sex with Malcolm, she asked me to come over. I had been naked and masturbating while I watched them. I was excited that maybe I could join in – maybe she wanted me to lick her while she sucked on him. When I got onto the bed, she just grabbed my dick and pulled it close to Malcolm's dick. She held them close, obviously comparing their relative sizes. Then she just giggled and said, "That's funny!" It did seem strange to me also. I could have fit at least four dicks my size into his. And he was also twice as long. Sometimes, she just seemed to be a scientist, lying on her stomach for half an hour or more, studying his cock. She would trace the veins on it with her finger and squeeze his foreskin. She would roll his huge balls back and forth in his scrotum, watching them as they moved. When it was all over, Malcolm left for Denver, and Chee Yun and I drove back to Texas. Aspen Summer It has been six years since then. Chee Yun and I have stayed together and dated all through college and into graduate school. It's hard to believe that the whole Aspen incident hasn't come up between us. I have asked Chee Yun to marry me at the end of graduate school (in two years). I'm sure we will get married when the time comes, but I will also always have this surreal memory of a crazy summer we had together, one that we never mentioned to each other again. I will probably always wonder what goes through her fantasies while we have sex. I am sure that she has not forgotten Malcolm, but maybe she has grown up. Aspen Disappointment and fear gripped her heart in what felt like it would snuff the life out of her. The Jaguar turned left into the sector; as if it knew from experience how to reach the alternate drop box. One block away, she suddenly felt an awkward feeling between her legs as something managed to escape her cuntal flower. Stopping the car at the box, she pulled her dress up, reached between her legs, and pulled a sopping wet, three inch capsule from her more than satisfied pussy. "What the hell is this?" she said softly in confusion. "Auburn Angel," the supervisor said startling her to yelp in response. "Do you have the document?" Pulling the capsule apart, a small piece of rolled paper fell to the leather seat. She unrolled it, held it to her key chain light, and examined its contents. "I have the document," The agent replied, fully relieved. "Then drop it in the small opening of the lock box just outside your passenger door," He ordered. "Get away from there and take the blue route to the expressway. Head east toward the Jersey coast. Stay in the company suite till I contact you in a few days" the supervisor said in his typical monotone voice. Obediently, Auburn Angel did as ordered and drove east till she reached the Jersey shore in Wildwood. There, she checked in to the department's get away suite on the fifteenth floor of the plush hotel. A Bell Hop escorted the lovely lady to the elevator, even to her room on the top floor. Opening it he gestured for her to enter and she did. Oddly, however, he followed her in, closed and locked the door, then turned to engage her cautious but pretty hazel eyes. "What do you want from me?" she asked as she reached inside to grab the stalk of her gun. Saying nothing, he just smiled at her with a warm affection that put her at ease. "Do you recognize me?" he asked the agent. Pausing, she ran his appearance through her memory database but couldn't for the life of her remember. "Who are you?" she asked, as she in fear pulled her gun from its holster. In a gesture of power mixed with gentleness, he extended his hands forward. Then Angel's mouth opened as she realized this was her mystery man, the man who had taken her and given her complete sexual fulfillment in the line of duty, the man whose hands were strong but tender, powerful but meek, and able to stimulate her to heights she'd never known before. She cast the gun aside as he took her into his arms to kiss her gently. Then he whispered into her ear, "Do not make a sound." But Auburn Angel said, "Like hell, Aspen!" Until they received orders from the supervisor, concerning their next assignments, both treated the other to one fantasy after another, each until the other was fully satisfied. Their intrigue and suspense faded into full expressions of lust and love.