It was humiliating as well, for my chest and breasts were jutting out unnaturally. As I moaned and grunted with effort to raise myself again, I became...aware of club members gathering around the foot of the cross. They were observing me carefully, and commenting on the strain in my muscles, speculating where the greatest pain was. One of the men looked at my thigh as I sank back down, and said "look - she is horny as fuck. She is wet, so wet she is dripping."He pointed to my cunt. "No... that is. "Yes sir, I do," I again answered, a mixture of shame and excitement coursing through me.I definitely wanted his cock."Unfortunately, I already have a cocksucker here and it wouldn't be fair not to allow him to finish what he started," the guy said, pulling his cock away.I felt complete disappointment."But stick around," he added. "Another black cock is bound to show up for you."I remained on my knees and resumed watching what I couldn't have, but still wanted. Feeling like a fat k** not. I pushed her down on her bed and buried my head between her legs. I started lapping her pussy and sucking on her clit till she was moaning deeply. She grabbed the back of my head and push my tongue deeper into her drenched pussy, I think she orgasmed two or three times before she pulled away, her legs shaking, her back arching. She clawed at my shirt and pants while kissing me, our tongues twisting together, she was tasting her own cum.She was yanking at my hard on, she dropped to her knees. Dad: "I know you will feel funny talking about this, but I heard you did real well!"Me: "I, I don't know what to say...this is all so very weird."Dad: "I just wanted to talk to you; given all the unlikely things that had to happen to end up this way, I just wanted to tell you that I was cool with this. To be honest, your mom was never the problem; we didn't have a second c***d because of my sperm count, not your mom's religious upbringing. We never considered you as part of the solution, but.