Now she had never wanted me before. In fact she constantly threatens me with bodily harm if I even come near her. She has slapped my face, punched my ...rms, and once the bitch even kicked me in the balls. Needless to say I did not go to her.I tried to tune out her cries for help, but after about a half an hour I finally went to her bedroom and knocked.Her reply was, “Get your fucking ass in here and help me! NOW, you little shit.”I went back to my bedroom and turned my music up.I was still mad. Up until that time, neither of us had experimented at all with the opposite sex.We checked on the old folks, and they were drinking their coffee and yakking up a storm. We went back outside and found a side of the house with few windows. The neighborhood was quiet - we saw no activity in windows or yards next door or across the street. The next thing I knew, we started to kiss. It was exciting, and kind of frightening, as we had not done this before.We continued to "practice" kissing, and both. He heldher head with his hands as he controlled the fucking of her mouth, while the male fucking her was controlling her bouncing on his cock by gripping her tits.After ten minutes both men signaled their readiness to come, and the man fucking her held her down as he pumped his load in her, now the fourth. Cheryl shuddered in another climax as the male fucking her held her down. The black male fucking her mouth signaled he was ready to deposit his load down her lovely throat as he held her. " Mommy, I wanted so much to make you proud of me, but I just can't dothat stuff. I tried mom, I did, really." I know, Emery, but you know, not every boy has to play ball," she said. "Now, what would you like to do now?"I decided not to answer her just then, since I was afraid she'd get mad. I knew my mother was concerned over my lack of interest in doingtraditional boy activities, and the Little League enrollment was aneffort on her part to get me involved."What is it, honey?" she sensed I.