Previous Parts: Part 1 here, Part 2 here

Please note, all other referenced characters are 18

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April stood and sifted through the other, more scandalous, pieces of underwear scattered across Caitlyn’s bed, determined to find something that would connect her with that earlier moment in front of the mirror.

Something luxurious and erotic to move in, frame her curves in a way that would make her feel desirable again. She picked out a peach-coloured bra, half cups sheer with pink trim. It was something she would normally blush to even look at during a trip to Victoria’s Secret, let alone actually wear.

Putting those thoughts from her mind, she stripped off the black set she’d been wearing and put on her sister’s dainty peach lingerie, hunting about for the matching panties. They weren’t on the bed, so April went back to the drawer where she’d found the others, reaching right to the back to feel for anything pushed up there. She felt her fingers close around material… but also brush against something else.

She pulled her hand out, skimpy peach sheer panties wrapped between her fingers before throwing them towards the bed and reaching back in, intrigued as to what she’d felt wedged in the farthest corner of the drawer. But when she pulled her hand out again, she was none the wiser – if anything, even more confused by what she held.

It looked like a kind of translucent oxygen mask attached to a wand of some sort – really bizarre, three buttons on the pink and white handle. April turned the device over in her hands, wondering if this was some sort of fancy vape – was Caitlyn doing drugs? Dad would be so mad… Then she noticed a brand name; ‘Doc Johnson’.

Setting it on the bed, April slid the peach panties up her thighs and over her ass.

She wondered if maybe it was some sort of medical thing? Caitlyn had suffered with asthma as a kid, so it could be for that – a nebulizer or inhaler or something? But then why keep it tucked at the back of the chest of drawers? Especially if you needed to get at it in a hurry – it made no sense…

Smoothing hands over the underwear on her body, April realised she was even happier with the fit of this set, despite how scandalous it was to have everything visible through the fine, sheer fabric.

Her boobs threatened to tumble out every time she even thought about leaning forward, but as long as she stood upright and kept her shoulders back… She turned to look in the mirror again, this time not braced for disappointment, but eager to see herself – a feeling that had been alien to her for a long time.

Fuck yes…

Now this was more like it.

She looked, for once, like she had hoped she would; lewdly sexual, every curve accentuated and celebrated – nothing hidden from view. Even her shaved pussy looked cute beneath the see-through triangle. Just barely covering the tuft of red hair on her mound – something she was normally incredibly self-conscious about. Her wide areola could be seen clearly above the cups of the bra, but every dimple and detail of her pale nipples was visible even below the cut of the fabric.

It was perfect – finally connecting April with a brazen, unapologetic vision of her sexuality.

She turned to get a look at her thick thighs and wide ass in the little g-string, letting her hands stroke smooth skin. She pouted, eyes half-closed, trying out a little sultry stare on the mirror – something she would never normally have the confidence to do. But here, now, in this moment - it all worked for her. That thrill from earlier was back…

She picked up her phone; some porn should help to help keep things going. But while she scrolled and laid back on the bed, the Doc Johnson mask thing caught her eye again. Keen to cover off anymore distractions, she Googled the name to make sure that thoughts about this odd piece of equipment wouldn’t put her off in the middle of things. April flicked her glowing auburn hair over her shoulder and frowned slightly when she read the first search results.

Ten breathless minutes later, her cheeks burned while she read yet another example of a woman’s mind-blowing orgasm after using a pussy pump.

April had been shocked at first, barely aware such a thing even existed, let alone why anyone would want to use it… Then she’d started reading the articles that came up; some posts on Reddit and the rest – turns out it very much was a thing, and if you could get it working for you... well, there were some good reasons why you might want to try.

April looked back over to the pump, aware of just how aroused she’d become reading about all those women describing what it felt like to have their puffy, tender pussies touched or licked or fucked… She reached between her legs and gave a little start of surprise – she was so wet she’d soaked right through Caitlyn’s little thong!

April enjoyed the bloom of heat and surging pulse in her core as she let her fingers explore in the mess. Yesterday she’d have been mortified, but today… The thrill running up her spine was intoxicating, leaving her panting slightly where she pressed the pads of her fingers against the slick gauze over her throbbing clit. She ached to pleasure herself now, but she’d come this far… Maybe she owed it to herself to find out if what she’d read about the pump was really true…

She slid off the drenched panties and rooted around in Caitlyn’s bedside drawer for a little bottle of lube she knew was in there. Wiped some around the cup of the pump and pressing it tightly around her pussy. Feeling a bit stupid, she looked for which button would start it – took a deep breath and clicked the little stud…

An urgent, damped buzzing began, and April waited nervously for some change in sensation. Nothing happened… Confused, she looked down and angled the cup slightly to check she had pushed the right button and…

“Oh my God!” She cried out, feeling the suction pull on all the tender tissues covered by the toy. It  built slowly, but the throbbing heat and pressure as blood surged into all her folds felt quite alarming.

And so fucking good…

After a few more seconds, she turned off the pump and leaned over to take a look. The alien look of her poor vulva matching the strange pleasure of the sensation. April raised her eyebrows, wondering if this had been quite such a good idea. Come on, she thought – give it a proper go, after all, what have you got to lose?  

And that’s when she heard the key in the door.

Fuck!

Blind panic gripped her, every muscle tensing with the savage spike of adrenaline that hit up her spine. April tugged firmly at the cup, terror building as she realised it was on tight – no time to mess around finding the release.

Heavy footsteps tramped down the hall. Not for the first time, she wished their first floor bedrooms weren’t so stupidly close to the front door. She needed to hide – right now!

In a panic, April grabbed her phone and waddled into Caitlyn’s closet, holding the pump between her thighs and praying the white wooden slats would provide enough cover to avoid discovery.

She just about managed to quietly click the door shut before she heard the footsteps stop outside the door to the room. Blood thundering through her, ears ringing, she heard the bedroom door swing open… April desperately tried to silence her panicked gasping.

If it was Caitlyn, she was fucked – all that underwear over the bed… Her only hope was to wait for the scream of rage, for her sister to turn and hunt for her in the house – she’d at least have a few seconds to run into her room and hide under her covers…

April clenched her jaw tight and peered through the gaps in the slats, coiled and ready to spring out as soon as Caitlyn left. A floorboard near the door creaked and a voice called out.

A male voice...

“Caitlyn? Is that you? I thought I heard… Never mind…”

Andy!? April reeled – what was he doing here? He was supposed to be hundreds of miles away – what the fuck was going on?

Squatting low in the cramped closet, thighs complaining, she felt the discomfort between her legs increase. She dare not move though… As ridiculous as she felt right now, she’d be utterly mortified if Andy discovered her like this. She couldn’t let that happen – the fallout would be… unthinkable. His voice interrupted her panicked thoughts again as he noticed the underwear laid out on the bed.

“Well alright! Teasing me with some of your greatest hits, I see.” Andy slipped off his boots and left them by the door, turning round to study the arrangement of lingerie on the bedspread. “Pick out my favorites for that ‘one last goodbye’ fuck, I guess? That shouldn’t be too hard…”

She watched incredulously as Andy picked up various items, rubbing the silk and lace between his fingers, giving a quiet hum when he found something he liked more than the others.

Andy was exactly the opposite of what April looked for in her men.

Sometimes she really struggled to see what it was Caitlyn found so alluring about him…

All April’s crushes were slim and lean; smooth-cheeked, lacking almost any body hair. Andy was none of these things. Muscular and stocky, he had thick, wide hands and big shoulders – his chin length blond hair and scraggy beard made him look like a stoner even though he never touched the stuff. Clean cut this guy was not.

April gingerly shifted her weight in the closet, finally finding some relief for her poor quads and now able to focus on the problem of removing the pump.

But just as she was about to try and pull that sucking grip away, she heard Andy sniffing and breathing deeply - hot flash of panic tearing through her when she realised what he was smelling.

She wanted to scream as she saw him lean his head down to the comforter, moving his nose across the scandalous little garments she’d been playing with. There was momentary elation when he swept past the black matching set without pausing, but her heart raced as he homed in on the little peach pair, teetering where they’d landed on the edge of the bed…

Andy lifted them to his nose, April begging whatever deity in earshot that the heat in the room might have at least dried them a little by now... She braced herself, ready to cringe in abject shame while he held the little panties under his nostrils and inhaled deeply.

“Holy shit,” She heard Andy murmur, waiting for his exclamation of shock… “Holy shit, Caitlyn – what the… some new soap or… fuck me. Fuck me, that’s so hot.” He whistled and took another big lungful of April’s musky sweetness. “Man, she must really want it bad tonight – leaving all this to get me revved up.”

April was dizzy; head spinning in the tight space, peering out – He… liked it?

Her body reacted before she knew it, a flush of heat rising across her chest and up her neck – a twist of longing and a fizz below her belly to go with the throbbing discomfort between her legs. This was getting too much now… she really needed to take this thing off…

April fumbled with the buttons, forgetting which was for the release. Taking a chance, she pressed one and nearly passed out at the spike of shock that accompanied the urgent buzzing that followed. As soon as it had started, she’d turned it off… But Andy’s head snapped up like that of some fucking meerkat, searching for the source of the sound. Her heart feeling like it would beat out of her heaving chest…

Then, blessedly, the noise of Mr Henderson’s electric strimmer started up next door… And while not a perfect match for the sound of the vibrator attached to the pump, it seemed close enough to put Andy at ease once more.

He stood and walked over to the window, pulling the blind back to look into the yard. “Oh yeah, neighbors… Shit – better check on….” To her immense relief, Andy walked out of Caitlyn’s room, though not before stuffing the fragrant panties into his pocket.

She opened the closet door to let in some light and finally found the button she’d been looking for - biting her lip when the cup released her tender private parts, all of which now throbbed and radiated heat against her hand.

Just as she prepared to leave, she heard his footsteps padding back to the room and had to quickly pull the closet door shut to hide herself again. Seriously – what the fuck was he doing here?

April tried to adjust her weight again, briefly bringing her legs together before stifling a moan. Where her thick thighs touched, they squeezed her puffy, engorged lips and aching clit – the sensation exquisite, but almost overwhelming.

OK, so… Spread-eagled in this closet it would have to be then…

Andy wasn’t helping her attempts to calm the ache throbbing away down there either, pulling his shirt over his head and moving lingerie off the bed so he could lay back into the pillows.

Her closet hiding place was close to where he lay, back of his head only inches away…

From here she could just about see over his shoulder through the slats - Andy back to inhaling her scent from the little balled up panties in his fist while he scrolled though something on his phone. The smell of his aftershave and sweat in the hot room taking her back to her last dark, gasping orgasm - stolen in the back of his truck, touching herself alone on the rear bench while he’d driven them home from that concert. She felt herself getting wetter at the memory…

April’s hands twitched at her sides, desperate to explore in the heat between her legs, frustrated at the irony that this had been the feeling she’d been chasing for months, but couldn’t do a thing about it now!

Andy stopped scrolling and tapped the screen, groaning with satisfaction and adjusting himself where he lay, unzipping his jeans and pushing them down his legs.

April, curious, moved her head so she could see what was on his phone. He pinched at the display, zooming in on something. When he took his hand away, she could see through the slats it was a pair of boobs, pretty nice in her opinion – pushed up tight in some too-small vest top. Oddly tame for porn though...

Hang on, she thought… I know that top.

April’s jaw fell open when he swiped to the next image – one of her bending over to get cereal out of the cupboard under the kitchen counter, cheeks of her wide ass making a bid for freedom where the little shorts she usually slept in had ridden up. The next; her sunbathing in the garden, red hair tied up off her neck in the heat - top off, but bra still on; straps pulled off her shoulders to try and avoid tan lines.

She remembered that day – he’d been off work sick… She’d brought chicken soup to the ‘bago for him!

What the actual fuck was she seeing here? Her sister’s boyfriend swiping through pictures of her tits and ass, sniffing the panties she’d been wearing? This was pretty fucked up!

Then he pulled his dick out.

And April had to cover her mouth to silence her shocked gasp.

Now she understood what drove Caitlyn so crazy.

He was a big boy; thick and hard, stroking himself slowly, gripping just below the wide head of his cock. April’s body reacted primally, hips rolling on their own with no control, fizzing tingles running all the way from her engorged pussy up to her belly. He was touching himself – all while looking at her body, smelling her scent.

This… This was the beating heart of her every fantasy – men desiring her, wanting her above everyone else.

She couldn’t help herself any longer…

April stifled a moan when she caressed her engorged clit; shockingly large compared to normal. She dipped a finger in the wetness below and rubbed herself slowly, shivering at the immense pleasure surging through her each time she slid across the firm tip.

The pumped, swollen parts of her pussy felt astonishingly sensitive under her touch, even the slightest brush of her fingers enough to leave her gasping silently at the intense sensation. She rubbed slick wetness where it creamed from her opening, trying to control her bucking hips in the cramped confines of the closet. April could feel her nipples tingling where the bra covered them, heat surging up from her belly to her chest and neck.

Through the slats, her eyes were fixed on Andy’s cock, an aching need for him pounding away under her fingers. She was taken aback by the power of it, normally turned on by watching foreplay - touching, kissing, eye contact. Sure, she loved the look of a throbbing, hard dick as much as the next girl, but nothing prepared her for the deep, all-encompassing obsession she was feeling now. An utter fixation on how it would feel to be stretched and filled by that thing…

Never taking her eyes from his thick shaft, she pushed a trembling finger inside her pussy, juices slicking her knuckles. She added another and bit her lip, letting herself stretch out over the two, but knowing Andy’s girthy dick would stretch her so much more.

April was panting in the dark heat of the closet now, sweat beading over her skin – her level of want almost savage. She wanted to cum so fucking badly… but wasn’t sure she could stop herself from crying out if she did.

Fuck it… She wanted this.  And if she couldn’t cum screaming and shuddering over that delicious cock, then she’d at least give herself this instead.

Andy was stroking faster now, gasping and moaning, pre cum dribbling out into his palm. He was calling out her name – all that desire, all that swollen, throbbing lust was for her. All for her. It was everything she wanted.

April covered her mouth and slid her fingers out of her gripping pussy, bringing them back to rub at her clit – meeting its thudding demands. She felt the cresting tension build almost immediately; breathing in Andy’s scent, feeling the blessed pressure through her sex become something that she could no longer contain. Legs trembling, she held her breath and clenched hard around that point of explosive energy within…

April came hard, dense waves of pleasure radiating from her clit and shaking thighs. She rolled her hips and moaned into the hand clamped over her mouth and nose, desperate to stifle the sound. Her orgasm pulsed strongly, blood roaring in her ears where she locked her jaw wide open and pulled in a shuddering gasp. Her free hand grasped her breasts, back arched while she tried to contain the bucking of her pelvis and cramping spasms of her thighs.

She came so close to pulling it off; managed to wait out all but the very last shudders of her release as they rolled through her… 

But then her hamstring tightened suddenly where she was spread awkwardly, twisting and knotting in a brutal cramp… April held her breath and screwed her face up, desperately trying to stretch to relieve the sudden agony, but to no avail - reflex took over and her leg kicked out automatically, slatted closet door banging open loudly to reveal her hiding place…

Andy yelped at the sudden noise, trying to whip his head round to find the source just at the same time he tried to leap off the bed.

Sadly for him, he’d forgotten about the jeans around his knees. Tangling his legs as he tried to jump off the comforter, he crashed to the floor, mercifully landing over the other side of the room - giving April a precious few seconds to try and cover her dignity.

Scrambling off the base of the closet, she grabbed a silky robe that had been draped over the back of the bedstead and tied it round herself as best she could, cursing Caitlyn again for her tiny frame and diminutive stature. Mind racing, she limped for the door, cramp still making her wince – had he seen her before he fell? Could she escape without him knowing it was her?

“April? What the?… What are you doing here?” She heard Andy’s voice from behind her, just as she reached the door…

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