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Hi Everyone

   Ok, for the past few months almost,this has been the slot for new writers to entertain, well today we have another writer.......ME.

  Yes today I throw my hat back into the ring and present a short story, (a bit rough maybe) which tells of a special moment between Aunt Jane and Andy.

   Now it is a little naughty I Admit and I was a little unsure of exposing this one to other eyes, but it is also dripping with love and kindness and I hope, a little humour.

   I also have another story in my head which  I am trying to get down before I lose it, not an Andy and Jane story but one based on an old story of mine, which was never published.

  However, today it is not just myself contributing, but one of our friends has taken the time to translate a whole bunch of my old art into French and in some places, changing the concepts up.

  Sent to me as a kindness and not with the intent of being posted here, our friend has given me permission to share but wishes to remain anonymous. A request I will of course respect.

   So first we have my story and then enjoy some old classic with a new twist.

  Be safe and best wishes

XXX

Andy

 

  Dance of the hummingbird

 By

 Andy Latex

  

  Jane had prepared the moment to perfection, she had explained to Andy some days before that this would be the day she would introduce him to the Hummingbird. Not that it was the first time she had shown it to him, no, On the day it had been delivered she had sat him down, all prim and correct in his perfectly polish latex uniform and showed him the tiny rounded device. 

   She had struggled to contain a laugh as he innocently asked why he had to wear a gag. However the look of surprise and uncertainty on his face when she explained it would be going somewhere else was such a dream, that she felt unable to chastise him for a nervous nibble of his freshly glossed lips.

    “Are you happy with this Andrew?”, she had asked,. “Are you happy for me to put this inside you?”

  The boy had thought about it and Jane was happy for him to do so, determined as she was that it would be his decision and his alone to proceed.

  “Will it hurt?” He asked, after a long minutes thought.

   Jane, squeezed him close, and then turned him until she gazed into his eyes. “No, I promise Darling, I would never ever hurt you. Yes it will feel odd, strange, even maybe a little uncomfortable to begin with, but in time it will make you feel so nice and excited, but I promise you it will not hurt. Ever”.

   Andy knew his Aunts promises were worth more than gold, he trusted her without doubt and so with a nod and a clear. “Yes Auntie.” He agreed.

  To anyone who knew these things, butt plugs and the like, it would have seemed pretty small, entry level if you wanted to be clinical about it. Smooth and pink, a rounded egg, with collared base. However, as Jane had discovered whilst reading the instructions the evening before, Hummingbird technology was far more than a vibrating plug.

  It was called Hummingbird, not just because of the gentle hum it made whilst on, but because of its unique feature. It’s “tongue” a micro filament tongue which, in it’s command mode, would extend and stimulate deep into the wearers bottom, creating sensations like no other device could. Based on the tongue of the real Hummingbird, the hollow filament would act as a micro pump, vibrating 20 times per second and creating a pattern of suction which, in the real world would allow a hummingbird to collect 5 to 10 drops of nectar from deep within a flower every a 100th of a second.

  It had taken 4 attempts, that morning, to ease the plug inside, it was not particularly big, but Andy was small and naturally tight and Jane had refused, in any way, to force its entry, Instead coating it heavily in lube, she slowly increased the pressure, pressing the glistening bulb tight to his dark button until slowly it yielded and drew the toy inside. 

  With it’s final disappearance drawing a sharp gasp, Jane, had eased her sweetly feminised boy down onto his bed, drawing him back in her arms to cradle against her body, her long leather clad legs forming a familiar comforting nest either side of him. It was a position they had shared many times before, spending an afternoon chatting or reading books, Jane delighting in the closeness of her beloved nephew, whilst he in return innocently smoothed his fingers up and down her invariably, leather or vinyl sheathed thighs.

  For an hour, she whispered reassurance and love, so that Andy knew, no mater what the sensation deep within him, he was safe and loved, as ever it was his Aunts desire and he could never resist.

  In time, she sensed he had relaxed and with a stroke of his hair and a gentle kiss of his ear, asked if he was ready. Again he nodded.

   Again she asked, she wanted him to say he was ready, because she would know by the tone of his soft voice if he was being honest and that was all she wanted, that he be honest with her, only if he was happy would she reach for the remote.

  This time he turned his immaculately made up face to her and in a sweet and honest voice answered, “Yes Auntie”.

   At first there seemed to be little response, Andy tensed slightly, more from expectation that reaction, but there was little shock.

  “How is that?”, she asked, a gentle hand on his head.

“Tingley” Was his sweet response, “tingley” 

However after a few more minutes of gentle cuddles and whispered reassurances it was very clear things were becoming more than tingly. Andy shifted in his leather cradle, his hands pressing smooth to her thighs and his breath deepened.

Jane tensed as well, she was in as much new territory as her beloved nephew, sure she had helped him before when the excitement of being made up had become to much for him, when his panties had become just a little too tight to be ladylike, but now, now his body was out of her control and as his lips parted and eyes became heavy, it was clear the reputation of the hummingbird was well earned. She drew him closer still. Feeling his heart quicken, as the device controlled his pleasures rise and fall.

   For what must have been a hour, the device held him to it’s command, Jane feeling his body tense and relax and it edged him closer to its inevitable conclusion.

   Sensing its approach, she eased his now hard and increasingly sticky boyhood from within the constraints of the Latex panties. Immediately it was clear there was no way of stopping or controlling his rapidly approaching release and so unfolding her long leather clad legs from around him, she reached for the box of tissues beside the bed, only to find it missing. 

  Her eyes now darted from her nephews hooded eyes and around the room, nothing could be seen, Andy gasped, his hips rising from the bed, his breath held, Jane looked again, her eyes desperate to spot the missing blue box, but it was too late, too late.

   Andy gave a gasp and in that moment Jane, like a gymnast, dropped to her knees and in one movement slipped her glossed lips over the tip of his boyhood. Instantly she felt his liquid heat fill her mouth and without thought or question she took it down.

  For what seemed like a lifetime Andy flowed into her mouth, warm and sweet. However after the flow had died and with the moment and her actions clear in her head ,Jane remained in her place, the realisation of her action causing her mind to flood with  guilt, shame and regret. 

  She had done it on instinct; she had done it purely to prevent Andy from the embarrassment of making a mess on the bed, on himself. It had not been sexual, sure it could be, She loved him more than anything and she as not his blood, but that was not the pure love she and he felt. She closed her eyes, his sweet tasting boyhood still twitching in her mouth, searching for the correct response, some way of normalising this, of neutralising the embarrassment of the situation, both for him and herself and that was when it came to her. Yes this had to be normal, just a way of dealing with the situation, nothing odd or embarrassing or anything, it was just…..normal, completely everyday normal. 

  Jane now took a moment, drew a breath deep into her lungs, calming her heart and mind. Then, deliberately allowing his slick boyhood to slip smoothly between her tightly closed lips, she eased back and as the by now slightly softer boyhood, slipped free, she completed her task with a few final, diligent cleansing laps of her tongue.  

   “There we are” she said, In a wobbly tone as close to matter of fact as she could muster, “All  done, no fuss,  no mess. Ok Andrew I will let you relax for a …….”.  She paused and sat back on her heels, her tensed body slumping slightly. 

  Her nephew was flat on his back, his breathing deep and slow, eyes closed. Consciousness had left him just as his peak had come and Jane smiled, smiled with happiness and relief, the moment would have clouded their relationship, confused the darling young man she so dearly loved. But fate had taken a hand and made it perfect.

  As she knelt, her hands resting on his thighs, the hem of his latex skirt around his waist, she watched his boyhood twitch and grow, Was he dreaming of her? Of lips and touches, or was it just the insistent lick of the hummingbird. 

  Jane smiled and watched the bobbing boyhood for a few minutes, even allowing her polished fingertip to tenderly stroke it’s underside, collecting a last droplet on her fingertip. It was a pretty thing, not big, he would never have been the stud, but he was never meant to be, he was meant to be who he was, pretty, beautiful and sweet. For a second she imagined how nice it would be to have one little suck of the glistening tip, but her love for him knew that was wrong and so, rising from her position atop her ever present heels, she turned and exited the room, retuning a minute later, the blue box in hand.

   Andy became sticky 3 more times that afternoon and each time his Aunt quietly cleansed him and kept him safe. Only when his boyhood finally became calm did she smooth his latex panties into place and ease him back onto the bed, arranging his, by now slightly duller, Latex uniform about him.  

  Smoothing her hands down her polished leather clad thighs, she stood back and smiled, he was so cute and she looked forward to the moment he awoke and they were together again, but for now he would sleep and judging by the calm boyhood, flat once more beneath his latex panties, his dreams had returned to dull things like football and bikes.

    With a blown kiss Jane turned away, However it took but a few steps for her to realise the Hummingbirds effect had not been purely on Andy, for with each step atop her heels she could feel the smooth leather of her pants slip and slick between he thighs. She had not worn panties that day because of the skintight fit of the leather and now she was paying the price for the vanity of a zero pantie line. She paused at the door to the room, the sun filling the space within and with scarlet glossed fingertip she drew the zipper of her body hugging pants down and let her fingers drift inside.

She was slick and wet, hot and sticky. She paused, waited, allowed her fingers to bath and be coated in her rich moisture and thought. Then glancing back to her nephew, the reassuringly deep breath of his slumber clear , she turned away and entered her own  bedroom, closing the door behind her.. 

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Hope that wasn't too naughty and I hope I got it right.

XXX

Andy

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