The party was in full swing. Music filled the room. The fun-loving ones danced, and others watched them. Among the dancers, one person stood out, attracting the attention of the crowd. She had a pretty face and a beautiful smile. Her black, wavy hair matched her radiant brown complexion. Her large breasts looked prominent on her slender upper body. Her butt was plump and wide. As she danced gracefully, her breasts and buttocks jiggled sensually, causing tremors in the hearts of men who watched her.
“Who’s that girl?” Abhishek asked.
“Dancing queen!” Sanya said sarcastically and laughed.
“She is Alfreda. She is Andrea’s cousin,” Ritika said.
“What? Alfeda?,” Sanya asked, confused.
“Alfreda,” Ritika said, stressing on the ‘R’.
“I have never heard that name before,” Sanya said, smirking.
“It’s a western name. It might be a common name among Goans and Anglo-Indians,” Abhishek said, admiring Alfreda as she danced.
“Andrea’s family is Portuguese-Indian. They are from Goa. Her second name is Menezes,” Ritika said.
“Ah! ok. That’s why she looks different. She is beautiful—pretty, tall, full-figure’,” Sanya said, wishing she had a figure like Alfreda.
“She is not full-figured. She is curvy and has an hourglass figure,” Ritika corrected Sanya.
“Yeah. You are right. Why is she wearing a saree? I haven’t met any Goans who like to wear sarees,” Sanya asked, confused.
“Andrea wears a saree sometimes,” Ritika reminded Sanya.
“I don’t care. She looks beautiful in a saree,” Abhishek said. He took his mobile and quickly snapped pictures of Alfreda.
“You are not going to spare her, are you?” Ritika asked, mocking him.
Abhishek laughed. “She is too beautiful to be spared.”
Abhishek spotted Andrea and went to her.
“Hey Andrea!”
“Abhishek! Are you having fun?” Andrea asked.
“Nope,” Abhishek said, making a sad face.
“Why? Is something wrong?” Andrea asked curiously.
“You didn’t introduce your cousin to me!” Abishek said.
“What’s the hurry? Are you targeting her now? Aren’t we enough for you?” Andrea said and grimaced.
“You know me, Andrea!” Abhishek said, shrugging his shoulder.
Andrea laughed. “Of course, I know you. Womaniser!”
“Don’t be rude! C’mon, let’s talk to her,” Abhishek urged her.
Abhishek and Andrea moved into the group of people who were dancing.
Alfreda saw them coming to her and stopped dancing.
“Are you having fun?” Andrea asked, looking at Alfreda.
“Lots of fun,” Alfreda said and laughed.
“Meet my friend, Abhishek.” Andrea said and turned towards Abhishek and said, “My cousin, Alfreda.”
Abhishek lifted his hand to shake hands. “Nice to meet you,” he said.
“Nice to meet you too,” Alfreda said, shaking his hand.
Andrea waved at one of her friends. “I’ll join you both later,” she said and moved away.
Abhishek liked Alfreda’s soft palm and her long, feminine fingers. He gave her palm a gentle squeeze and said, “Alfreda? Beautiful name.”
“Thanks,” Alfreda said, trying to pull her hand away from his tight grip.
“So… Alfreda, Andrea didn’t tell me she had a very beautiful cousin,” Abhishek said, still holding her hand.
“She told me so much about you,” Alfreda said, gently pulling her hand back with a little bit more effort.
He reluctantly let go of her hand and asked, “Did you hear good things or bad things about me?”
“Both.” Alfreda laughed.
Abhishek laughed. “Can I dance with you?” he asked.
“Sure.”
“We need a better song…I’ll change it.” He turned around and went to the music system.
The music stopped and everybody looked towards the music system.
“Time for a classic romance song!” Abhishek yelled.
As the Hindi song ‘Pehla nasha’ began to play, the crowd cheered. Someone dimmed the lights. Couples paired up and started dancing.
Abhishek quickly returned to Alfreda. He looked into her eyes and asked, “Ready?”
Alfreda smiled shyly and nodded.
Abhishek opened his arm. He placed his right hand behind her left shoulder blade. Alfreda warped her left arm around his lifted arm and placed her hand around his biceps. They clasped their hands together and started dancing.
As they danced, the chemistry between them built up. They looked into each other’s eyes and felt sparks fly between them. Abhishek moved his right hand down, from her shoulder to her bare waist. He grabbed the soft flesh on her waist line and gave it a gentle squeeze. She blushed and smiled shyly. Abhishek felt bolder and moved his hands over her body, gently groping her breasts and buttocks. Alfreda loved the romantic moment but she knew she had to stop him.
The song ended. Alfreda said, “I am tired. I need some fresh air.”
“Come, let’s go to the balcony. The cool wind will make you feel better,” Abhishek said, checking out her cleavage through her saree.
Alfreda caught him looking at her breasts and blushed. “Which balcony? Left, or right?” she asked shyly.
“Left. It has a great view.”
Alfreda grabbed a glass of wine from the kitchen and went to the balcony. Abhishek followed her. Luckily, there was no one else on the balcony. He latched the door and turned around to look at her.
Alfreda lifted her eyebrow, questioning why he latched the door.
‘It’ll be easy to kiss her right now,’ Abhishek thought, standing before her. She was just an inch shorter than him. He just had to move a little closer and kiss her. But instead, he lifted his hands and grabbed her slender waist. His left hand was on her saree. His right hand was on her bare waist. Her skin felt smooth and soft.
Alfreda looked frozen, but as he was about to kiss her, she turned away. “No!” she said.
“Sorry. I couldn’t control myself.” Abhishek apologised.
“I know what you want. I know you’ve been sleeping with Andrea and her friends. Unfortunately, I can’t give you what you want.”
Abhishek shrugged his shoulders. “I feel something more for you. I think I have fallen in love with you.”
Their eyes locked in a steady gaze for a few seconds before Alfreda spoke. “Abhishek, I know you don’t mean it but I think you should know something about me which would shock you.”
“Nothing will shock me. I’ve seen it all,” Abhishek said and laughed.
“Ok great! But get angry with me after I tell you. I couldn’t tell earlier,” Alfreda said, hoping he would understand.
“I won’t get pissed off. Just tell me,” Abhishek said, thinking he has seen all kinds of women and nothing can shock him anymore.
Alfreda looked into his eyes and said, “I am a … transwoman.”
Abhishek laughed. “Good one. I like that,” he said.
Alfreda shrugged her shoulder. “It is the truth.”
“Ok. I believe you,” Abhishek said sarcastically.
“No! You don’t believe me. I look like a woman because I have been trying experimental hormone therapy for five years.”
Abhishek laughed. “Experimental hormone therapy? Impossible! You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You have a sweet voice. You don’t have an Adam’s apple. You have big breasts, big hips, and buttocks. You don’t look like a transwoman.”
“The experimental hormone therapy gave me breasts. I had big hips and buttocks before my transformation—genetic! I toned down my body in the right places by working out. Buttocks and thigh workouts helped me shape my body. My Adam’s apple was surgically shaved. Please believe me. I am telling you the truth.”
“No side effects?” Abhishek asked sarcastically and laughed.
Alfreda waited for Abhishek to stop laughing and said, “Yes, there are side effects. My sperm count became very, very less. I can’t make a woman pregnant. My breasts started to lactate as if I delivered a baby. I have to extract milk and dispose of it. I suffer from depression and mood swings.”
“I am not convinced,” Abhishek said.
Alfreda stared at him with frustration for a moment and said, “I still have a penis. I am a non-op transwoman.”
“You are just saying that to avoid me. You don’t like me because I had sex with the other girls,” Abhishek said, upset with her, believing that she was lying to him.
“Give me your hand,” Alfreda said.
Abhishek reluctantly lifted his hand.
Alfreda held his wrist and pulled his hand down to her crotch. She moved his wrist on her saree. “Do you feel it?”
Abhishek could feel her hard penis on his palm through her saree and panties. He nodded with disbelief.
“Do you believe me now?” Alfreda asked.
“Unbelievable! You are so beautiful!” Abhishek said, shocked and confused.
“Sorry…I have to go,” Alfreda said, expecting him to give way.
Abhishek didn’t budge. “Do you have a hard-on?” he asked confused
“I am a transwoman. What did you expect?” Alfreda blushed.
Abhishek lifted his hands and grabbed her slender, bare waist. He caressed the smooth, soft flesh and moved his hands up, over her breast. Squeezing her breast, he moved closer to kiss her. This time, Alfreda didn’t stop him. His arms were around her. He pulled her closer. Their lips touched, their mouths opened and his tongue explored the warm wetness of her mouths. The smell of her perfume and her body pressing on him sparked flames of desire in him. He moved his hands down and grabbed her soft butt cheeks. He squeezed them as he sucked on her lower lips.
Alfreda could feel his hard penis on her own, through their clothes. She pulled her head back and said, “It’s your choice. I won’t stop you.”
Abhishek smiled. “Great! Turn around and bend over.”
She laughed and said, “Don’t do anything you’ll regret.”
“You won’t get pregnant. So I won’t have anything to regret,” Abhishek said and grinned.
She smiled. “It’s your choice, ” she said and asked, “Are you sure you want to do it here?”
Abhishek looked around and said, “It’s perfect here. Great view, cool breeze, and you are here.”
Alfreda looked into his eyes and smiled. He moved closer and kissed her.
They were on the fifth-floor balcony, which overlooked the big garden of a posh hotel. The balcony was completely dark and visibility was very less for anybody who tried to see the balcony from below.
Alfreda could hear music and voices of people from inside as Abhishek French kissed her. She couldn’t believe he was still romantic with her even after telling him she was a transwoman.
Abhishek stopped kissing and said, “Let’s do it.”
Alfreda nodded. She was ready. She lifted her saree above her hips, and stripped down her panties.
Abhishek got a glimpse of her hard penis before her saree covered it quickly, making it hard for him to get a good look at it. But that didn’t bother him. He unbuttoned his jeans. He pulled down his jeans and underwear. His hard cock pointed at Alfreda. She looked down at it and looked back at his face. She smiled and turned around, holding her saree above her hips. She bent forward and held the edge of the balcony wall. She was in a perfect position. She sighed and looked at the beautiful view of the city lights and dark starlit night. Her buttock was fully exposed to him. He was amazed by the beauty of her big, well-shaped ass. He reached down and soothingly roved his hands over her butt cheeks. He was gentle. His hands slowly massaged her plump ass for a few seconds and moved down. She trembled as his hands grabbed her balls and gently squeezed. Then he moved his fingers up, tracing the gap between her butt cheeks. His middle finger found her anus and wriggled inside. She whimpered with the unexpected invasion of her body, but she was delighted. His fingers swirled around and withdrew. “It’s moist in inside,” he said.
“I lubricated it before coming for the party,” Alfreda said.
“Smart girl.” Abhishek said and chuckled.
“Not smart, just very cautious,” Alfreda thought to herself and remembered the time when a few guys had raped her at her party after finding out she was a transwoman. They had not bothered to use anal lube and it had hurt her a lot. After that experience, she had always used anal lube before going to a party, prepared for the unexpected.
His hands gripped each of the cushions of her buttocks and spread them apart. Then she felt the smooth glans of his cock on her anus. ‘Relax!’ she told herself as her anus opened up and his hard cockhead slid inside her anus. Slowly, he pushed, and his hard cock-shaft glided into her asshole, stretching the narrow canal and filling it with his cock. She whimpered with discomfort and relished the long hardness of his cock that slowly settled within her anal hole. They felt united, and he let his cock rest inside her, moaning with pleasure as his cock jerked and quivered inside her warm and tight anal passage. He slowly pulled his cock outward and the inner walls of her anal hole strained out and over his thick cockhead. He pulled till only the cockhead was inside the tiny, squeezing mouth of her asshole. She wiggled a little, and he moaned with a need to feel the warmth and embrace of her anal hole, again. He carefully pushed inside, gliding his cock into her asshole slowly. Inch by inch, his cock moved inside, stretching and straining her tight and silky anal passage. Then, his cock rooted itself into the recesses of her rectum, and his crotch pressed on her plump ass-cheeks. Her asshole lovingly enclosed the pulsing cock, which had found comfort deep inside her. His cock quivered and pulsated inside her anal hole. She held on to the edge of the balcony wall with her left hand, and she moved her right hand down. She grasped her cock-shaft with her soft palms and long fingers, and stroked her hard penis while his cock warmed up inside her hot anal hole. Slowly he began pistoning his cock inside her asshole, back and forth. She trembled with hungry delight, stroking her cock and loving the relaxing anal massage. His hands gripped her slender waist and held her firmly. He pulled his cock out and plunged it back inside her asshole quickly. Then, he slowly did it again and again, loving every penetration.
Moaning with delight, she accepted him again and again. Her body quaked every time he slammed his crotch on her buttocks, causing her breasts to jiggle back and forth. Harder and harder, he speared into the sweet tightness of her asshole. His cock drove its full length into the glove-like tightness of her asshole. And she accepted the burning rod of pleasure with delight, while stroking her own cock. Her ass pushed back on his crotch, swallowing up and sucking on his cock. He repeatedly thrust his cock into her asshole and banged her ass, fucking her harder and harder, while she continued stroking her cock faster and faster getting ready to orgasm along with him. Tension slowly built up in her belly. Her cock felt harder and heavier. Her skin felt super-receptive. She felt every hair follicle on her scalp, and felt a pressure building.
Suddenly, pleasure unleashed from her balls and within her rectum. As his cock repeatedly rubbed on the sensitive inner muscles of her anal hole, her asshole almost burned with the friction. The sensitive nerve endings in and around her anal hole tingled with intense pleasure and her ass contracted and trembled. She cried out, as waves of sexual pleasure coursed through her body and reached her head.
Abhishek’s hips suddenly lurched forward, driving his cock deep inside her asshole. The fat crown of his shaft jerked and there was wet warmness, as he spilled cum in her bowels.
Feeling his cum inside her asshole, she stroked her cock even more faster and hot cum sprayed out of her pee hole.
They moaned together and spurt after spurt of thick cream blasted out of their cocks. His cum filled her anus while her cum splashed against the balcony wall.
After he fired one last load of cum inside her asshole, he pulled his cock fully out her.
She stood straight and pulled up her panties. She let her saree and petticoat down, and adjusted her saree. She looked at him and said, “Are you done with me now?”
Abhishek chuckled and said, “I just got started with you.”