She was two years older than me in age but seemed ages older than me in confidence and experience. We would sit on my bed, as she would describe to me...how they would meet at her house or his house depending upon whose parents were away at the moment. I would get all the details about how they kissed and how it felt to have her nipples lightly twisted and then sucked, as the two of them lay naked against each other. I can’t describe to anyone how flushed and excited I was when she told me about. Her bedroom door was half closed. I could not get sleep for one hour thinking how to fuck her. I was wearing Bermudas without anything on top. So i decided to try my luck so I slowly got up.I went to her room and pushed the door. Only the mosquito lamp was glowing. I locked the door from inside. She was wearing a night gown and sleeping. Her thighs were visible. Her boobs were partially visible. I lifted her gown slowly. Her cunt was visible with little pubic hair. I inhaled the smell of her. It seems you were planning for this, you naughty girl.”And then, slap! slap! slap! Ohhh, when was he gonna stop?After what seemed like over 5 minutes, but my head was spinning from the wine so that probably wasn’t accurate, he stopped slapping. I then felt his fingers tracing my now tender and slightly sore ass cheeks. It sent shivers up my body and I could feel goosebumps all over. He then pulled down just the backside of my pink lace undies exposing my asshole. It was then I thought my mind. But can’t. The frustration. It already feels weak and submissive, all painted like a girl, dressed in its stockings and girlie things... but locking away its misallocated make genitalia amplifies its sense of submission and weakness many times. It feels impotent, helpless, pathetic. It desperately wants to relieve itself. But not only dies that make a mess of its pretty panties and stockings, it purges all of its girlie transvestite urges for a brief moment of ecstasy. When it has finished it.