Of course once the sex is done I go into a period of self-loathing, which I try to break out of through more sex as I repeat the same cycle over and o...er again.Anyway, this story is not about my race... or my big tits... or my inferiority complex... no, it's about how I tried to get revenge on my asshole of a boyfriend and ended up doing it in an epically perfect way... and discovered I didn't have to stay locked in as a submissive for guys... but I could play with girls in an egalitarian way. I looked at her deliciously tight pussy and lined my cock head up with it and slowly pushed in. I eventually ran into a barrier, without a warning I violently tore through her hymen and bottomed out in her insanely tight pussy.She was wincing in pain and I think I saw a few tears. I started slowly fucking her, soon enough I had her moaning my name over and over. I picked up the pace and fucked her for about 10 minutes. Just as she climaxed I got an idea. "This might hurt OK?" I said to her.. Fir aunty boli us dusre aunty ko if you want you can wait here or else u can take him at ur place. Tbhi wo aunty boli nhi hum yahi rukange. Alka aunty boli ok thik hai jaao ander bed room me I will not disturb you… Fir hum andar gyeMe- hi aunty…Aunty-pls dnt cal m aunty. Call m by my name.Me- but I dnt knw ur nameA-rekha(name changed)M- ok rekha nice name…A-tysmM-have u ever had sex with unknown guy?A-no dis is my first tym. Iske pehle sirf apne hubby ke sath kiya hai.M-to fir y dis tym wth. I follow her through the small ticket office and blink as I emerge into the bright sunlight. There’s little more than a patch of gravel outside. Typical country station: they’d built it well outside the village. A car has pulled up just to the right of the doorway. It’s a Jaguar, but I’d guess it’s one from the sixties. British racing green. A smart chauffeur stands next to the passenger doors, both of which are already open. I’m relieved we’re just about the last ones off the train: this was.