make it up to me

B.J. slowly lifted his arms and watched as Tracy unwrapped the bandages that covered his chest. He grinned and looked at Tracy. "Doesn't even look like I had anything there!" His body was finally the perfect reflection of Brandon John, no longer confined to the physical prison that was Bianca Jade. His transition was complete and he was excited. Tracy smiled and kissed her lover's golden brown broad shoulders noticing the new happiness in his eyes as they stood in the mirror. "All man, all mine." she said, giggling. B.J. turned around to face his queen, taking her hand and guiding it into his boxers. He put his lips to her ear and whispered "I'm a man with a really juicy secret." Tracy moaned and bit her lip, overjoyed to know that the pussy to which she had become addicted was unaltered. "I'm so glad you didn't get bottom surgery. The thought of you taking this amazing pussy away from me had me looking for a therapist." B.J. closed his eyes and laughed but failed to notice that Tracy had dropped to her knees that quickly.

Her hand rubbed B.J.'s clit and she tried to unbutton the opening but  grew frustrated with the cotton barrier that kept her from tasting B.J.'s erotic essence. Grabbing the hair trimming scissors, Tracy cut off everything but the waistband of his boxers and licked her full lips. B.J. looked at his favorite X-Men boxers and looked at Tracy. He was a little angry and very aroused. "Rogue..noooooo." he said in a disappointed whisper. Tracy looked up at B.J. and spent a few seconds in lust at the man standing over her: handsome, intelligent, strong, sensitive, a godly body...and a pussy that tasted like liquid heaven. She looked down at what used to be her man's boxers; she didn't think he'd care because in her mind, it was a small sacrifice to the sex gods. "B.J. I didn't think you would be upset. I'm sorry. What can I do to make it better?" B.J. ran his fingers through Tracy's soft curly hair and looked into her eyes. "You can give me head and make me cum in your mouth. We'll start there." Tracy nodded and did what was requested of her and smiled at the thought of the poem she would about eating his pussy.