Malcolm and his big cock 2 The Sequel
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Malcolm and Angela
By Johanna Michelle
Malcolm stood uncertainly in front of the two story
farmhouse. Then he walked around to the backyard. Through
the open window he could see a white girl of about eighteen
working in the kitchen. Malcolm took a couple steps
forward, then paused. He stepped back and looked into the
window again. The girl was scrubbing something over the
sink and hadn't noticed him.
She was wearing a simple housedress, a white blouse with
puffy shoulders and a tan skirt that reached down to just
below her knees. Her blond hair was pulled back into a
tight bun with a pencil stuck into the knot. The large bow
of an apron was tied just over her fat round bottom, which
was bouncing up and down as she continued her furious
scrubbing.
Malcolm took a couple of steps to the backdoor. He raised
his big fist to knock. His hand waved in circles as he
hesitated. As he paused, he heard the "click", "click" of
high-heels tapping on a hardwood floor. Then the sound of a
cabinet door opening and closing, followed by more clicks.
Malcolm stepped away from the door and looked into the
window again. The girl was back at the sink again. A bit of
petticoat peeked out from under her skirt as she bent over
the sink. She raised a glass up and held it to the light in
the window. As she did so, Malcolm caught her profile. Her
little mouth was drawn up in a pout as she studied the
glass. A valentine shaped earring caught the sunshine and
sparkled scarlet on her pierced left ear. Her heels clicked
twice and she raised and lowered them off and on the floor.
Malcolm gave a soft sigh. He turned and began walking back
around the farmhouse. Then he stopped. A tuneless hum was
coming out of the kitchen window, sweet, soft and feminine.
With a jerk, he turned around and walked with an even
stride to the backdoor. He knocked on the door with careful
quiet taps. The humming abruptly stopped.
"Who is it?" a voice inside the house said.
'There is fear in that voice,' Malcolm thought to himself.
"It's me, Malcolm," he said, aloud in the most cheerful,
natural voice he could muster.
"I don't know anybody by that name," the voice said, the
fear still in it.
"Look, Andrew, I know who you are. We went to High School
together, remember?"
There was the click of high-heels on the hardwood floor.
The kitchen door creaked open. The girl stood behind a
screen door, trembling with fear.
"How did you find me?" she asked.
"I followed you," Malcolm said. "I was worried about you."
"No one was ever worried about me before," the girl said.
The screen opened and she waved Malcolm in.
The black youth stepped into the homely kitchen. He towered
over the girl, but was clearly as nervous as she.
"Hi," he said.
It was an awkward, stupid thing to say and he knew it as
soon as it was out of his mouth.
"Hi," the girl said, just as awkwardly.
They stood, blinking at each other, neither knowing what to
say.
"You drove a long way," the girl said at last.
"Yeah, I didn't know it would be this far."
"Used up a lot of gas."
"Yeah..."
Neither spoke for a long time.
"Why don't you sit down?" the girl offered at last. "I
could fix you some coffee."
"Huh, I don't drink coffee," Malcolm said sitting on a
wooden chair by the kitchen table. "But, thank you just the
same."
"I should have known. Still in training?"
"Sure. Always."
"We have milk and orange juice."
"Milk would be fine," Malcolm said.
Malcolm didn't care for milk, but he felt he had to be
polite and accept something to drink.
The girl turned, her heels clicking on the floor over to
the refrigerator. Malcolm watched her fat bottom twitch
back and forth as she walked. She returned with a large
glass of milk and put it on the table in front of Malcolm.
She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down opposite to
him. Malcolm noticed the slight rustling her legs made as
she crossed them; nylon sliding over nylon. He took a sip
of his milk.
"Good," he lied, trying to look pleased.
"Right from the cow," she said, not a bit fooled and
smiling for the first time.
"Yeah," he grinned back.
The girl lifted her cup off the table. Her nails were not
long, but painted pink. She held her cup in front of her
and peered at Malcolm over it, as if it were a shield. Then
she lowered it to her lips and sipped the coffee.
"I'm sure you make good coffee," he said, watching her
intently.
"It's a little old. It's better when it's fresh," she said.
They looked at each other, neither quite knowing what to
expect from the other.
"Andrew," Malcolm blurted out at last, "why are you dressed
like a girl?"
The girl put her cup down on the table with a click.
"My aunts," she said.
"Your aunts?"
"Yes, they live in this house. They rent it."
"Where are they?"
"They have gone to town."
"When will they be back?"
"I don't know. Probably a couple hours."
"They always dress you like this?"
Malcolm pointed briefly at her blouse and he couldn't help
but notice two pert mounds pushing out of it.
'Those can't be real, can they?' he wondered to himself.
She noticed his eyes staring at her chest and self-
consciously crossed her arms over he blouse.
"Yes," she said, her face flushing slightly.
"How long has this been going on?" Malcolm nervously asked,
looking away from that blouse and its mysteries.
"As long as I can remember," the girl said. "My mom always
took me here for the summer. My aunts always had clothes
like these ready for me.
"They don't call you 'Andrew' do they?"
"Angela," she said flatly.
"Nice name," Malcolm said, thinking he sounded like as
idiot when he said it.
"I guess."
"You go out in public like this?"
Angela lowered her eyes and peered into her coffee cup.
"Yes," she said so faintly, that Malcolm could barely hear
her, "everyone thinks I'm a girl."
"I can see why," Malcolm blurted out.
Angela folded up at these words. She tucked her chin into
her chest and buried her face in her hands.
"I've never been much of a boy," she muttered. "That's why
they made fun of me at school."
"I know," Malcolm said.
Two big blue eyes looked up at Malcolm. He thought he had
never seen a more feminine face in his life.
"You never did," Angela said.
Malcolm smiled sheepishly and squirmed. The wooden chair
creaked under him. He was too embarrassed to reply.
"You were always a good friend to me," Angela said. "Even
before you saved my life, you were a good friend to me."
"Naw," Malcolm said, nervously, "I never did nothing."
Angela's two small hands reached out and grasped Malcolm's
big right hand.
"You're wrong," she exclaimed. "They would have killed me.
You know that."
"I don't know anything of the kind," Malcolm said.
He looked at the delicate white fingers, each tipped with a
carefully manicured pink fingernail, which were embracing
his hand and wiggled uncomfortably in his chair.
"I do know it," Angela said.
Angela lowered her face and kissed the tip of one of
Malcolm's hard calloused knuckles.
"Oh!" Angela exclaimed, suddenly standing up. "I'm sorry!
You must have hated that!"
"No, Baby, no!" Malcolm said, standing up too. "It was
nice."
Angela's eyes suddenly locked on Malcolm's crotch. An
enormous hard-on was bulging inside his tight slacks.
"Oh," Angela said faintly.
The fact that Malcolm had never called her "Baby" before,
slowly crossed her mind.
Malcolm was trembling with embarrassment.
"You've always done that to me," he sheepishly said.
"Oh," Angela said again.
There was a long pause as the two stood still, regarding
each other.
"I'm not a real girl," Angela said at last.
"I know," Malcolm said.
"Sit down," Angela said.
Malcolm sat down.
Angela got on her knees, between Malcolm's open legs.
"Baby, you don't need to do that," Malcolm said.
Angela looked up at Malcolm. She puckered her lips slightly
and wetted them with her tongue.
"You don't want me too?" Angela asked.
"You know I do," Malcolm said.
"I do too," Angela said in a soft whisper of a voice and
kissing his hardness through his slacks.
Malcolm gave a heavy sigh.
Angela reached up and unbuckled Malcolm's belt. She
unsnapped his slacks and carefully unzipped them. Then, she
leaned forward and kissed the hardness under his boxer
shorts.
"Oh, Baby," Malcolm sighed.
Angela's pink tipped fingers gently grasped the elastic of
Malcolm's boxers. They peeled his boxers down just enough
to reveal the tip of Malcolm's huge, erect, uncircumcised
penis. Angela planted her lips tightly against Malcolm's
penis tip and gave it a long, hard sloppy kiss.
Malcolm raised his powerful arms. He held Angela's head
between his hands and gently stroked her hair. It felt like
soft kitten fur.
"Help me with your pants," Angela said.
Malcolm lifted himself off the wooden chair. Angela tugged
on him pants and boxers until they fell around his ankles.
Malcolm's massive erection swung back and forth, like a
metronome, as he sat down again.
Angela stuck out her tongue and very gently licked his
swollen balls. She nuzzled Malcolm's testicles with her
lips, then took them in her mouth. Her tongue lightly
caressed each of Malcolm's balls, as she did so, Malcolm's
big fingers entwined themselves into her hair. Angela's
lips parted and she allowed Malcolm's balls to flow out of
her mouth.
Suddenly, with a rapid jerk, Angela licked up; from the
base to the head of Malcolm's mighty cock. Malcolm cried
out with surprise and pleasure. Angela caught Malcolm's
rocking penis with her lips and sucked the head into her
mouth. Malcolm cried out again, his powerful body heaving,
his hands closing tightly on Angela's head. Angela kept
Malcolm's cock head inside her mouth and waited for him to
relax. Then, as Malcolm loosened his grip on her blond
head, she gave him a long hard suck on his cock head.
Malcolm gave a heavy, voiceless, sigh that let all the air
out of his lungs. Angela waited for Malcolm to inhale, then
sucked again.
Malcolm's huge hands gripped the back of Angela's head and
pushed, at the same time he gave a thrust with his hips.
The long, thick, hard shaft of his throbbing cock was
rammed down Angela's throat. Angela gave a couple of soft
coughs, muffled by the object inside her. Malcolm eased
back in the chair, drawing his cock out of her throat.
Angela reached behind Malcolm, embracing his hips with her
two arms. She gently drew his hips to her. His hard cock
went down her throat again, pausing when it was halfway
inside her.
Angela waited for Malcolm's heavy panting to subside. Then,
she gave him a long hard suck that pulled his penis deeper
into her. Malcolm's fingers closed on Angela's head and her
hair came undone. The pencil that had held it clattered to
the floor and Angela's blond hair flowed over Malcolm's
hands.
Malcolm was inflamed with a terrible lust, he wanted to
drive his cock all the way into Angela's throat and pump
her as hard and as furiously as he could. But, when he
looked down on her, saw her gentle embrace of him and all
she was doing for his pleasure alone, he controlled
himself.
Angela gave Malcolm another long hard suck on his cock, all
the while caressing his hard shaft with her tongue.
"Listen, Baby," Malcolm gasped. "You don't want me to cum
in your mouth, do you sweetie?"
Angela replied by giving Malcolm another gigantic suck.
This was quickly followed by a series of nursing sucks,
combined with tongue strokes. Malcolm lost control of
himself. He began shoving his cock wildly in and out of
Angela's mouth and throat. In a few moments, Angela caught
the rhythm of Malcolm's thrusts and met each with an
answering suck.
Angela slid her right hand over Malcolm's body until she
held his swinging testicles in the palm of her hand. The
touch of Angela's fingers on Malcolm's balls, combined with
her patient sucking, was too much for him. He came. Great
blasts of cum exploded into Angela's mouth. She gagged a
little on it, startled by the ferocity of the blasts and
the amount of Malcolm's load. Her cheeks puffed out as they
filled with his cum. Then, shutting her eyes, she began
swallowing; drinking it down a gulp at a time.
For a long time, Malcolm was beyond words.
"Oh, Baby," he said at last, between pants, "I've never cum
like that. You must have had lots of practice."
Angela shook her head, her loose hair gently flowing from
side to side.
"No," she said, "this is the first time. You forget, I have
one too."
Malcolm lifted her off the floor. He placed her on his lap.
"Don't kiss me," Angela said. "I've got..."
"I know what you've got, Baby," Malcolm said, hugging her
and kissing her on the lips.
Malcolm groped under Angela's dress and up her legs. She
struggled, but he held her firmly. With a practiced hand,
he slid under her panties and felt something hard click
against his fingernails.
"What's this?" Malcolm gasped.
"It's a chastity belt," Angela said, her eyes drooping to
the floor. "It's to keep my thing from spoiling my panty
lines."
"I've never heard of nothing like that," Malcolm said. "At
least not for guys."
"I'm not a guy," Angela said.
"You sure aren't. Can't you get that thing off?"
"No, my aunts have the key."
"You sucked me, knowing you couldn't cum?"
Angela blushed, but said nothing.
"It must hurt."
Angela still said nothing.
"No one has ever done anything like that for me," Malcolm
said.
"No one has ever saved my life or cared enough to follow me
to here," Angela said.
Malcolm was about to say something, but Angela put her
fingers over his lips.
"You must be going, darling," she said. "My aunts will be
home soon. My housework must be finished before they come."
Malcolm looked down at Angela's high-heels and saw, for the
first time, that they were locked to her feet.
"What are you," he asked, "some sort of slave?"
Angela smiled wanly.
"Please go, dear," she said. "If they see us together, we
will never be able to meet again."
Malcolm was too confused to think clearly.
"Okay," he said, pulling up his pants. "I've got to think
about this. It ain't right."
Angela gave him a sweet smile and helped him buckle his
slacks.
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