Sweet poison

Relevant introductory note: This story is a narrative that was entrusted to me by a friend, and I take the liberty of sharing it in first person with fictitious names.
My name is Jonas, I am a proctologist and physician of fifty-two years old. Married with two grown children, my wife Lydia and I get along very well both in bed and out although we have never ventured beyond the socially established boundaries for what is considered "normal" sexual activity which has over time become an unpleasant routine.
Thanks to the help of a former professor, I was able to establish myself professionally in both surgical and clinical practice. Currently, I have a small clinic located in the old city center and do some shifts at a large hospital. Ironically, most of my patients are members of the LGBT community - especially gays, transvestites, transsexuals and cross-dressers - which has brought me even closer to this community by treating these people as friends rather than just patients.
Sometimes my consultation dragged on for more than an hour, since I had become a good listener. Obviously, I never became emotionally involved with any of them, but I always appreciated their doubts, yearnings and curiosities the most.
One day, I was assaulted while attending to a new patient. Her name was Priscilla and she was the most beautiful thing that I had ever seen in my entire life! Priscila is transgender who's going through transmutation, which means changing from being male into becoming female. And on this side of it, she was doing everything right.
Priscilla told me that she had discovered herself as a woman enclosed in a man's body for the first time when she was still an adolescent French boy who knew both the early pleasures of casual sex and at the same time, the initial inconveniences arising from this discovery, needing help to become what she really wanted to be. After much struggle, resistance, suffering and pain, Priscila was finally achieving her goal.
We talked a lot, and Priscilla told me that the reason for her appointment had to do with some discomfort she'd been experiencing in recent days when having sex with her partner. I asked some technical questions and then said we would need a physical examination. Priscila didn't hesitate to ask what should be done.
"All right, Doctor", she replied in a sweet and playful tone.
Unconcerned with my surprise at her statement, Priscilla got up and walked toward the reserved. I waited a few minutes to then meet her in the examination room. When I entered, I was almost out of breath ..., Priscila stood on all fours displaying her perfectly rolled-up buttocks.
I was static, almost lethargic, looking at that delightfully suggestive landscape. Priscilla had a beautiful body ..., anyone who took the trouble to observe her carefully would realize she was a woman..., a beautiful woman; thin waistline, curvy buttocks, firm and well-made middle breasts (excellent work by fellow plastic surgeon!).
The face was also a work of art, with gentle details that were nature's gift without human intervention; slightly fleshy lips, natural blue eyes, long wavy black hair which gave off an aura of glamour.
After a few minutes, unable to speak or act, I regained my composure and moved on; putting on my latex gloves, I approached Priscilla. Carefully opening her buttocks, with the aid of an apparatus placed over my head, I illuminated the area by carefully examining it.
As soon as I finished my examination, I asked Priscilla to get dressed and meet me at the clinic. When she settled into a chair in front of my desk, I reassured her by saying that the irritation on her anus was due to excessive friction; I prescribed healing ointment since there were some tiny cuts and crevices, as well as bathing with potassium permanganate for several days.
"But can I make love to my boyfriend, doctor?" she asked as soon as the prescription was finished.
-I advise a short period of abstinence <unk> I responded with an encouraging smile <unk> Nothing very long ..., just some days ...
-All right, doctor. She settled down with a hint of resignation. If it's for my well-being...
I smiled and asked her to look into my eyes. Priscilla hesitated, but finally looked at me. "It's really for your own good"... she said in a gentle voice.
-Look, Priscilla <unk> I continued with paternal tone <unk> If your boyfriend likes you, he will understand ..., this is for the good of both ...
"I know, doctor", she replied still dissatisfied. But my boyfriend Beto is a little impatient with me...
-So, he doesn't like you? I interrupted without fear. Who likes ..., who loves ..., preserves the loved one..., understood?
Priscilla's eyes flashed for a moment, and an enlightened smile blossomed on her lips. We finished the appointment as I told her to come back in ten days. I walked my new patient through the door, and before I could open it, she hung herself over my shoulder and gave me several kisses on the cheek, thanking me for my care and concern.
Instinctively, I grabbed her by the waist and felt her warm sinuous body clinging to mine. And then suddenly there was an erection growing inside me! This feeling caused such a tremendous fear in me that immediately I disarmed Priscilla with care so she wouldn't feel embarrassed at my gesture. I opened the clinic door and said good-bye, hoping she would come back as agreed.
When I found myself alone again, I slumped back into my chair and wondered what had happened; never in all of my professional life have I felt anything like the way that I did with Priscilla.
We talked for a few minutes, and then I resumed my routine by asking Eunice to bring in the next patient. The rest of the day went on as usual with some relaxation about what had happened to Priscilla. At the end of it all, I said good-bye to Eunice and headed home.
We quietly ate the meal prepared by our diarist and then went to watch TV in the living room. As usual, Lydia lay down on my lap and we sat there enjoying each other's company. Then we fell asleep from exhaustion.
In the middle of the night, we woke up startled and found out where we were. We dragged ourselves to our beds and passed out again only waking up in the morning. Moreover I was awakened by feeling Lydia's tongue taste my cock that did not take long to reveal all its power. When I realized myself, Lidia had already been lying naked between my legs sucking on her roll and staring at me.
I stroked her hair and pulled it towards me. Lydia climbed over on top of me, and we kissed as she rubbed her cheekbones against my dick to demonstrate what she really wanted.
Lydia always had a tight little nipple, and the sensation of penetrating her was always an unexpected new feeling as if she were ever "virgin". Within minutes we were copulating madly; Lidia would stubbornly ride me while I indulged myself in savoring her hard breasts by alternating them inside my eager mouth.
My wife's pelvis went up and down on my stick, making me groan with excitement; I stroked her ever-rolling buttocks, subtly exploring the valley formed between them, and especially that hidden little button which seemed to blink at me.
You want to fuck my ass, don't you?
I didn't respond, just pressed the area with my index finger, causing Lydia to groan louder and explode into a boundless orgasm. She writhed over me as I raised my pelvis further deepening penetration. Overcome by the wave of pleasure that took hold of her body, Lydia surrendered herself to my manhood; I turned around, placed myself on top of my partner and resumed intercourse more intensely. I screamed while enjoying an outpouring of jets of sperm projecting inside my wife's bowels.
Defeated and exhausted, I found out about Lydia and we sat there enjoying the little waves of pleasure that came and went on our sweaty, tired but fulfilled bodies. Later, after a refreshing bath and a tasty morning meal, we said good-bye to continue with our daily routine because Lidia was a doctor like me.
The week went by without incident, until Friday; after a grueling routine of consultations, shifts and some surgeries, I ended the week attending to patients in my clinic. And it was an extremely tiring schedule with overbooked schedules, check-ins and appointments that took longer than expected.
It was after eight o'clock in the evening when Eunice warned me that there was a person waiting for me. She stood in the void she had opened at the clinic door, avoiding my dissatisfied look; I was about to tell her to make it work on this unexpected appointment, when my phone vibrated: it was one of Lydia's whats. She was warning me that her shift became more complicated than expected and that she would arrive home later than planned and that I should not expect her.
Dissatisfied with the message and too tired to rebel against fate's will, I asked Eunice if she would let this unexpected patient in. She closed the door and when it was opened again, Priscilla stood before me! Besides being dazzling, she looked ... different ..., sad and her swollen eyes indicated that she had cried a lot !
Before I could do anything, she threw herself into my arms weeping profusely. I embraced her and let her face sink down on my shoulder as best I could; Priscilla cried uncontrollably, sobbing and choking with her own tears tied around my neck and body glued to mine.
Although I was sensitive to Priscilla's crying, I could not control my excitement at having her in my arms as if she were mine.
Suddenly, I noticed Eunice's discreet presence and while stroking Priscilla's hair, asked her to close the clinic that I would stay there comforting my "patient"; Eunice who had always been a discrete person was not able to hide her surprise with my attitude. For my part, I ignored his disapproving look and concentrated only on Priscila.
A few minutes later, I made sure Eunice left and had Priscilla settle down on the little leather couch in the lobby; gave her some water and then a shot of vodka to cheer her up. I sat beside her and let her cuddle me by stroking her hair until she stopped crying.
It didn't take long for Priscilla to pull herself together; she stayed cuddled up with me and apologized for that little show of sadness. I told her everything was all right but wanted to know what had happened.
- It's like I told you before, doctor <unk> she answered in a hoarse voice <unk> Beto is an impatient man ..., he is very nice to me ..., sometimes affectionate ... but ,he has no patience...
Priscilla's narrative was interrupted by a new cry; I washed her hair and pressed her body against mine, somehow enjoying that little idyll which had settled between us. I whispered to her to calm down because there with me she would be safe.
"Doctor", she whispered in a soft, sweet little voice.
Priscilla's question took me by surprise, but at the same time it rekindled a lust that was hidden in my bowels... I could not lie to her.
- Yes, my beautiful <unk> I answered kindly <unk> l like you very much.
"Sir, do you want me?" she inquired, raising her gaze towards mine.
Yes, I answered without hesitation.
"But do you know what I am?" she asked with a certain curiosity and fear.
"I know who you are, Priscilla", I replied staring into those beautiful little eyes. You're a female... young, pretty, sexy and desirable..., that is what matters".
The ensuing kiss was inevitable and deliciously longed for; Priscilla's little mouth sweet, her thin lips wrapped around mine, allowing me to suck on his kiss like a warm flowing nectar. And as we parted from that seemingly endless kiss, Priscila crept down onto the floor, kneeling between my legs with her tiny hands strutting across my groin exploring possibilities.
Before I knew it, Priscilla had already unzipped my trousers and pulled out the hard-boiled scroll with all her might.
Deftly, Priscilla held the dick by its base and pulled it downwards to squeeze my balls causing the glans to increase significantly in size with abusive throbbing.
The moment she wrapped the roll with her mouth, descending from head to base, I was prompted to groan loudly, stroking her silky hair and encouraging her to go on in that incredible pacifier!
Priscilla sucked my roll with a passion, leaving me electrified from so much desire as little electrical waves ran all over my body up and down; I was going crazy for that delicious blowjob which encouraged me to have ideas. For one moment I thought: "What madness!" There I was getting a Homeric blow job from my beautiful transsexual patient in the middle of Friday night at my clinic wanting more!
Suddenly, Priscilla stopped sucking my dick and stood in front of me; with an impressive naturalness she began to undress herself, stripped off her T-shirt in a single movement revealing her round breasts and alarming firmness.
Unconcerned with my smug air, Priscilla proceeded in her own unique striptease; with a very provocative slowness she unbuttoned the jeans on and turned back to me; as she pulled down her trousers she provoked by leaning forward and highlighting her drawn-out butt at dedicated gym sessions. It was not long before it revealed that underneath the pants there was nothing else!
Priscilla's ass was something impossible to believe, for its perfection was the consummate dream of every woman and the archetype dreamed by all plastic surgeons in the world! It had a curvature that would leave any artist absolutely ecstatic. I think Rodin himself would collapse upon seeing such a work conceived by human nature.
With a unique skill, Priscilla helped me take off my pants and before I could say or do anything she sat on top of me making her ass rub against my cock while offering her nipples to my thirsty mouth.
She grabbed the piece of meat with one hand and led it toward her prize hole (her "cuceta", as she would later tell me!), which I held by its buttocks, opening them brazenly to receive my hard roll - a gesture that Priscilla was shown to have liked very much.
As soon as I buried my roll in that phenomenal ass, my partner began to climb up and down on me, delighting herself with the thick hard dick which boldly invades her.
-Oh, what a delight! <unk> she praised it with an embarrassed voice <unk> That part was made for me! It's my size ..., the size of my hard-on, hot doctor!
-Your boyfriend doesn't know he has it in his hands! <unk> I commented, between sighs and moans <unk> You are a boner! A very cute little mermaid!
Don't talk like that, I fell in love!
We continued to fuck hot, forgetting where we were and what time it was. After a long while I turned the body around and made my partner lie on the couch with her legs open as I entered willingly. Looked at his wilted roll and thought funny: fucking a woman with pica! Without warning, my body shook and then discharged a load of warm viscous sperm into Priscilla's ass who in turn groaned, delighting in the wet prize.
It was such an intense pleasure, that semen leaked from the edges and licked up my couch as well as part of my belly; but it didn't bother me because I was enjoying a delicious orgasm so intense that everything else could be forgotten.
And the next moment, I found out about my partner and we were just sitting there recapturing our rapid breaths and enjoying these little waves of pleasure that flowed through our bodies.
In a few minutes, we were dressed and as composed as possible. We left the clinic and walked down to an elevator shaft directly into the garage. I circled around Priscilla's apartment which was not very far from there. Even though aware of how late it was, I took this opportunity for some kissing and fondling in the car.
"Look, doctor", she said before getting out of the car.
- Thank you, my beautiful! <unk> I appreciated the complimentary comment, unable to hide my pride.
"Will there be a next time?" she asked, looking helpless and sullen.
- If it depends on me <unk> I answered without hesitation <unk> we will have many and many times!
Priscilla reached for my lips to give me one last kiss, and then she sprang in with short quick steps toward the entrance of the apartment building. I watched as that lovely delightful creature disappeared behind a revolving glass door.
I kept reminiscing and savoring the unforgettable moments with Priscilla that night, but didn't stay there any longer because my mental clock was ticking alarm bells about the consequences of this ill-timed adventure. I tried to drive home thinking up an excuse to convince Lydia that I had been late for some clinical reason or emergency. And as I drove home, I despaired at not being able to find a plausible and compelling story. After all, Lidia was an educated, intelligent and wise woman; it would be difficult to persuade her from a hastily created one. I hoped it would all work out .
Upon arriving home, I was surprised to find that my wife had already recovered.
"Sorry, my love but I was exhausted. Just put the dish in the microwave and heat it for a few minutes. We'll talk tomorrow. Kisses and good night".
For a moment, I was assaulted by a wave of regret; while I fucked Priscilla, Lydia worried about my dinner! <unk>Calm down!" thought I. I heated the food and gave some generous scoops, throwing the rest in the trash. I sat on the living room armchair and enjoyed a cigarette as I hadn't done for a long time. When it was over, I went to the bedroom and took a comforting bath.
I lay down beside her, and Lydia felt her naked body warm and soft; I embraced her from behind and stood quietly waiting for the sleep and listening to Lidia's gentle snoring. "Safado!"
I awoke at dawn to the characteristic smell of my female in heat; Lydia had her back towards me with one leg flexed, allowing me to see a sketch of herself; instinctively I turned over on the bed and let my mouth search for my partner's cricket, and as soon as I found it began licking it affectionately.
It was not long before Lydia responded to my caress, raising her leg and allowing my tongue to become more invasive by licking the middle of his big lips and finally reaching for a clitoris that already pulsed with excitement.
Soon, we were in a delicious 69 with Lydia swallowing my roll and me sucking and licking her hot lambouched vagina. We enjoyed an intense fun filled with moans, sighs and short breaths ..., it was an incredible morning ... after an unusual night!