The summer heat in Ponyville was a stifling thing to deal with in its prime. It clung to you, soaking you in such a baking temperature that one needed a means of either reducing its effect, or removing themselves from it entirely just to keep themselves sane. Even a magical community like Ponyville couldn’t escape it. Some would use sunscreen, sunhats, sunglasses, sun-anything to try and carry on like it was a common everyday thing when Celestia’s sun would both blind and cook you as you tried to do outdoor errands. The local pool became a beacon to anybody desiring to dunk their steamed torsos in some measure of counteracting cool water, but was soon overrun with families and children screaming in relief that it was more of a bane than a help to some. Air conditioning sellers found their niche as waves of people stormed their businesses, demanding the best means to cool their homes off from the sun’s rays beaming down.
Yes, summertime was here, and Octavia Melody knew it full and well. She wasn’t in need of air conditioning or some sort of emergency escape like some of her neighbors did, though. If anything, basking in the sun’s rays in her backyard, a fresh and waiting swimming pool waiting for her, she was content as could be. Being off from tours and concerts for the next couple weeks meant she could make the most of her downtime, free from the labors and tediousness of playing for nobility or private parties alike. She enjoyed showing off her talents, but Octavia was not a woman without her own wants. However, neither the sun or her pool could do away with one problem that Octavia was dealing with.
She was horridly, absurdly, irrevocably, impossibly bored.
“Hmph.” The sighed grunt from the musician was another tossed in the pile of sounds she’d made as she laid in her sunchair, soaking up rays aplenty in her backyard with nary a care or problem to fuss over. Vinyl, her treasured roommate, had left on her own venture. She cited a need to go and seek out some excitement up in Manehattan, leaving the string player to her own ends for the next week or so. It wasn’t an unusual thing, but it did leave the house feeling a touch empty. Vinyl always brought along a spike of excitement either with a pair of friends she’d bring home, or on her own alongside the classical musician.
Irked from her relaxation, Octavia got up from the sunchair, long legs swinging out before she stood and walked away from her seat to wander about the course of her pool. It really was too quiet without Vinyl around. The raven-haired musician needed somebody or something to occupy herself before she became stir crazy. She could go out of town too, like Vinyl had, but to what end? It’d feel less like a vacation and more akin to traveling like she did for her career. Ponyville itself had many ways of entertaining one’s self, sure, but there weren’t any flicks she desired to see. No local events or carnivals to partake in.
Octavia’s gaze wandered to the reflection of the water to her left, taking in her reflection in the still waters. She’d at least found a swimsuit she enjoyed wearing and suited her figure. Being a taller woman than average meant that Octavia tended to stand out in public, whether she dressed conservatively or otherwise. Her elegant long black hair fell to her rear, cascading down past bare shoulders colored a healthy almost rosy peach hue from her sunning. The bikini top, a violet purple color she favored, was actually supportive of her impressive bust. Her mounds, a pair of breasts that defied even G cup bras, were a hefty lot that often caused her as much fuss as it did attention. She did enjoy the way it made lesser men stare, however, if only just to see them make a fool of themselves. Sometimes, she wore just the right type of dress to rehearsal or to a performance that even the music conductor would get distracted and almost falter.
Beneath her breasts led to a smooth, soft looking belly that held a bit of shadow thanks to her large mounds. The bikini bottom she wore was a more risque number on her than others, the thin strands reaching up over the curve of her hips and leaving not only her waistline and hips bare, but left only a tantalizing bit of cloth to cover herself just enough to stay proper. Her hips and thighs, wide and plush as they lay exposed in her swimsuit, helped build to an ample rear that she turned to inspect briefly, the impressive flesh giving a jiggle as she shook it and made herself giggle at the motion. She knew she was a knockout looker, without a doubt; now if only someone was there to actually enjoy it aside from herself —
SPLASH!
“I can’t believe you!”
Octavia’s introspection was shattered by both the high pitched screech as well as the sudden toss of a chair over her fence and into the pool. Looking in the direction of the brown painted fence nearest her, the buxom woman took advantage of one of several open holes within the fencewood to see just what was going on. It wasn’t a quarrel between a husband and wife, like she’d first expected; instead, it was the neighbor’s son, Copper Spray, being chastised by a thin little girl she presumed was his girlfriend.
“We’re through, Copper! I can’t believe you’d say no to going with me!”
‘Ouch.’ Octavia winced at the declaration. ‘Make that ex-girlfriend.’
“Rosemary, you’re forgetting what I explained before break even started!” He fired back. The brownish red-haired young man had his back to the fence, one hand on his hip while the other pointed at the accusing and raucous girl. “This is why I broke up with you before! I told you, I have to watch the house while my parents go out of town. If I leave to go out of town with you, and they come home before we do, then guess who gets in trouble? You don’t listen!”
“Oh what, the house can’t take care of itself? Or are you just looking for a reason to sneak off with some hussy I don’t know about?” Rosemary fired back. Octavia frowned; she wasn’t one to be a fan of lovers’ quarrels by any means, but she knew Copper to be a good neighbor. He was friendly, ready to lend a hand whenever it was needed. Their family had even been nice to invite her and Vinyl over for holiday gatherings. He wasn’t the type to cheat on someone, as far as she could tell.
“You’re one to talk, Rosemary. Considering I know you’ve been flirting with Jockey Shot again. Just like before.” Copper challenged back. The angry scowl on his face marred the handsome boy’s features. “Unlike you, I actually stay dedicated to my partner, instead of making out behind the football stands with the team quarterback, in front of said team!”
“Ugh!” Rosemary grunted and turned away, blue locks whipping about her head. She was a tiny thing, Octavia noted, a girl who looked ready to be swept up in the next big breeze and lost on the wind. “That’s not...that wasn’t your business!”
“It’s my business when my girlfriend is the one involved!” Copper said. He paused, looking ready to yell further but stopping himself and only regarding Rosemary in a cold fashion. “You know what? No, it’s not worth it. I gave you a second chance two weeks ago, and you’re not even trying to do better. Go on and go on your little ‘vacation’. You can go and shack up with whoever you want. I’m done.” His declaration made the smaller girl huff, hands balling into fists at her sides.
“Fine! Go fuck yourself, Copper!” She yelled before storming out through the open doorway in the fence leading out to the front of the house. Copper was left to stand there, Octavia watching as he stared where his now ex-girlfriend had been standing before sighing. A pang of sympathy tugged at Octavia’s heartstrings. Copper was a good kid, a caring boy who always was responsible around the home and for his family. She’d heard talk of him being in an on-again, off-again relationship with a girl from school, but it would seem to have come to a definitive end today.
“I can’t believe she threw the chair into miss Melody’s yard. I hope she didn’t break anything.” Octavia heard Copper mutter as he looked towards her direction, or her yard’s direction that is. The musician found this to be the right time to speak up, as he was making for the doorway that Rosemary had gone through.
“Don’t worry, Copper. I’d be charging her for damages before thinking to blame you.” Octavia said, making the young man jump and look to the fence again, where this time Octavia’s head could be seen peeking over the edge.
“Miss Octavia! I’m so sorry, she’s just...god, she’s a spoiled brat!”
“And a terrible romance as well, from how things sound.” She added, making Copper sigh and run a hand through his hair, bangs falling about his face before he shook them out of his sight. “What happened?”
“...she wanted to go out of town for a week, a summer mini vacation. Didn’t even ask me ahead of time, just showed up and said ‘let’s go!’ like as if I’d already known. She always does this: plans things and events without telling me, without asking if I’m interested or not. And then there’s the whole flaking for another guy, and just,” he trailed off before sighing again and shaking his head, “it’s not worth it. It’s just not.”
“Indeed.” Octavia brought her hands up to rest on the tops of the fenceline, giving him a sympathetic smile. “I imagine you’re better off without her, Copper. You’re too good a young man for someone as immature as her.”
“Heh. Well, thanks,” He replied, looking up at Octavia, “I’m just sorry you had to witness it. Probably threw off your whole relaxation with her harpy screech.”
“Oh, hush now. If anything, I’ve had little fortune myself today. I might as well clean up a little.” Octavia replied. “Always plenty to do when you room with as avid an individual as Vinyl.”
“Yeah...though I don’t think she exactly throws chairs into other people’s yards.” Copper said, walking once more and exiting his yard only to cross over the small borderline of bushes that divided his home and Octavia’s before entering through the unlocked gate. Turning to meet him, Octavia watched as he paused for a second at seeing her. Even if it was just a second, Octavia could recognize the look of an appreciative stare at what he beheld of her. He tore his eyes from her chest and zeroed in on the chair still floating near the other side of the pool, going towards it.
Taking in Copper’s appearance now that she saw him up close, Octavia could see that Copper was well-built enough to garner attention from girls his age. He was a young man who was drawn to sports like soccer and track, making him lean and limber instead of trying to be bulky for a sport such as football. Sporting a brownish-red hair color, a blend of his mother and father, he was a smaller height than some, coming up only to about five foot six or so she guessed. His height didn’t take away from his physical ability, however; Octavia could distinctly recall the green-eyed high schooler - a graduate now, she supposed - go for a run even after doing labors in the yard for his mother. He was one who could go on for ages before tiring.
It was then that a lightbulb, one of multiple suddenly brightening bulbs, went off in Octavia’s head. Copper was clearly in need of company post-breakup, instead of being left alone. Octavia was in need of something or someone to entertain her as nothing else was doing the job. Octavia did need things done around the yard and pool, and having a helping hand to do that would be a pleasant aid than doing it all alone. Copper was a lovely looking young man who, as she recalled, was now eighteen as of two months ago and certainly free to make his own decisions. Decisions that included just who he may want to be interested in.
Now, Octavia considered herself to be a citizen of good standing to the city and to everyone she knew. She cared about everyone, and did her best to be a respectable individual. But living with Vinyl for so long did tend to lead one to certain...devious tendencies. One such tendency led her to find a raw appeal in having a lover who was younger than her instead of one of similar age or older. Further still, someone who was smaller than her, letting her feel more in control or dominant thanks to her height advantage. Copper hit both of those sweet spots quite well, she knew.
“Say, Copper,” Octavia started as she walked over to where he was fetching the chair from the pool, making him look up as he hoisted the fold-up chair out of the water, “I have an idea.”
“What’s that, miss Octavia?”
“Well, I imagine you don’t exactly have a big chore list looking after the house while your folks are gone. Right?” she prodded, making him nod as he listened. “Do you think you could be a helping hand for me around here? Vinyl’s gone out of town, and I’d really like having someone around to make things easier. I could pay you if you want, or let you use the pool.” She leaned forward just a touch, a practiced motion that made her mounds give a light wobble in their cloth confinement that drew Copper’s gaze for just a second, before he looked back up at her. “I’m not much for hiring magical help either; the only reliable magic users around here tend to be linked to royalty, you know.”
“Y-you don’t have to pay me, miss Octavia. I can help out. Not much else to do around here anyway.” He tells her, glancing aside. “Not now, anyway.”
Octavia smiled at his acceptance before reaching out to pat his cheek in a gentle, consoling fashion. “Don’t sweat the small details, Copper. There’s better out there for you anyway. You just have to look for it.” She said before lowering her hand to poke his chest with her index finger. “Tomorrow, I’ll pop by and see if you’re available. And for the record; just Octavia will do.”
“Right, Octavia.”
The raven-haired musician watched Copper exit with the chair in hand, giving him a reassuring smile as he turned back and waved goodbye before returning to his own yard. The smile turned devious as Octavia turned to go back to her sun chair, ideas already forming in her mind of just how she could go about turning Copper’s mind’s eye away from Rosemary’s immature juvenile self, and fixate him onto her matured, full-grown figure. By the time she’d settled in and began soaking up more rays, a plan had formed in her mind that kept her grin affixed on her luscious lips.
Octavia wasn’t one to rush her agenda when she had one planned out. Unlike her roommate, she was methodical, clever, able to adjust to changes to suit her needs or whims. The matter of “convincing” Copper to shift his attentions to her and get over his heartache of Rosemary was just finding a means of showing there was more out there than those stick-figure girls trying to pass themselves off as women. He just needed a little nudge in the right direction or two. Nudges that Octavia was all too happy to give him.
The fortune for Octavia is that she had been giving him most of the truth concerning matters in her yard. The hedges needed trimming, the plants watering, the lawn mowing, so on and so on. And she could do it all herself, but Copper could help make it be easier on her. Hiring a lawn-service crew to do it could be done too, but that’d invite unnecessary noise and company she wasn’t after, let alone any magical mishaps like morphing the rose bushes into singing Venus Flytraps or something. She did make sure to have money set aside, on hand just in case she saw that the youth was in fact in need of some spare money in his pocket than to just do these chores on an act of goodwill. Devious as she was, Octavia wasn’t cold-hearted, far from it. She just had a set goal in mind and knew she had the means to get it.
And that goal was to simply get one eighteen year old neighbor to realize there was a very willing and ready woman for him right next door.
By the time a few days had passed, Octavia was sure she was having an effect on Copper’s outlook on life and their friendship. They’d always been good neighbors to each other since Octavia had first moved there and met the family when Copper was younger. So they were free to talk about most things that happened in that era of a youth’s life: finishing school, going off to college, what he wants to be in this crazy world. The musician was happy to listen to Copper and hear his take on things. It was a refreshing break from the quiet she’d been listening to for the past little while with Vinyl gone.
Of course, there were plenty of little things that made it all the more fun. Like when she had him assist her with trimming the hedges.
“I’m telling you, every year, these bushes give me more and more fuss.” Octavia told Copper as she kneeled down in front of the current bush they were trimming. They were a square bunch, wide enough to reach past Octavia’s arm length twofold. The green leaves had faded a little under the intense heat of the sun, but further inside of the foliage, the bright green remained fixed in place. To save on the fuss of cleanup, Octavia always made the effort to lay down trash bags or spare newspapers around the base of the bushes, allowing her to easily remove the scraps of the bush that would fall during the trimming. “Even though I keep them cut down, its always a labor. I tell Vinyl to not buy magic-laced soil, but she does so anyway. Claims it makes them grow better.”
“I can’t imagine it being too easy to do. I’m surprised you never hired anybody to try and do this for you instead of doing it yourself.” Copper commented. He was behind her, a set of clippers in one hand while he awaited her to finish prepping. He would do the hard labor of trimming the bushes down, while she would help with setup and cleanup before and after each bush. Knowing he was behind her, Octavia made the effort of rearing her ample and full ass up and out as she knelt there, knowing full well what kind of a show Copper was being treated to. The jean shorts she had on belonged to Vinyl actually, and clung tight around the voluptuous curves of her ass like a second skin.
Octavia glanced behind her, her head partially obscured by the bush foliage, and saw that Copper was sneaking a peek towards said rear end. Smiling to herself, she finished aligning the last newspaper — nothing ever done in a lacking fashion! — before speaking up. “Copper, could you help pull me back? I’m a touch stuck under here.” She asked.
“Oh! Uh, yeah, sure. How do I…?” he started to ask as he drew closer.
“Just grab my waist, dear, and help me keep my balance. Scuffs on one’s knees are the worst kind of scratch out here.” She instructed him. Octavia knew though that her position, upper half under the bush while her lower half stuck out, meant Copper had little other options. She felt him approach behind her, and a pair of hands attached themselves to her waist, and to Copper’s credit, right at her waistline of her shorts instead of at her hips like she’d expected. He still had manners, after all.
“There we go.” Octavia said before scooting back, moving back towards Copper with little warning and catching the young man off guard. Before he knew it, Octavia’s rear end had bumped right up against his lap, a brief brush against him that planted her jean shorts-clad rear into his groin before she righted herself to a kneeling position. The musician smiled back at him, brushing loose strands of her black hair out of her face while Copper just stared back at her, cheeks abloom with red.
“Now you can put those hands to work.” Octavia quipped, making Copper do a double take before he spotted the clippers he’d dropped on the ground while assisting Octavia. The musician couldn’t help a giggle escaping her lips as he stepped forward and went about trimming the bushes. She let him work, watching from behind and keeping him company as he pressed on the first of several bushes.
Or when she had him water her plants with the garden hose while she was cleaning inside.
The spray of the hose water upon the many plants dotting Octavia’s backyard was like a soft static in the background of the calm summer day. Copper had been at it for a short while, brushing the back of his hand against his forehead to wipe away beads of sweat that had already clung to him. Inside, watching from the kitchen, Octavia observed her little helper as he tended to her garden. It was another trait of him she’d come to appreciate in the time spent helping her: Copper was a very diligent worker, always looking to do the job as best he could instead of just well enough to get by.
Deciding the timing was right, Octavia stepped out to join him, bearing a glass of fresh lemonade for him to drink. She thought about having one herself, frankly, but she needed her hands to be free for this little endeavor this time. She’d gone with a simple white t-shirt to wear today, simple, light clothing along with a pair of khakis to complete the summer look. “Copper?” She called to him, getting his attention.
“Yes, Octavia?” he called back, stopping the water spray as he turned to look to her. The musician always appreciated how he did a double take when he looked at her. It told her that even with little effort towards her own appearance, she could earn his full attention even in simple clothing. Of course, she did have a more prominent figure than most girls that Copper knew, making her stand out all the more.
“Why don’t you take a break for a bit? Let me handle that and you take a seat for now in the shade?” She offered, gesturing at the nearby table with a wide umbrella that cast a welcoming shade over its chairs. “I can’t have you do everything for me.”
“I don't mind, Octavia. I mean, I want to help you out.” He told her. The smile on his face was downright cute, much more fitting to his handsome features than any other expression Octavia had seen on him before. “Maybe you could call Celestia and arrange a concert if she’d move the sun back a bit? Cool us all off?”
Octavia gave a soft chuckle and shook her head, black hair waving behind her. “If I had that sort of pull, I imagine I’d have a never-ending schedule. Come now; I can do some work too.”
“Well, alright. Can’t say no to a little break once in awhile, right?” Copper relented. He held out the hose for her to take, while he claimed the lemonade and stepped aside to let her handle things. The metal nozzle had an easy to grip trigger for controlling the spray of the hose, something Octavia was plenty familiar with. She was also familiar with just how a slight slack on the grip of the nozzle could make the hose spray water in an uncontrollable fashion.
For once, Vinyl’s pranks are useful to the musician.
With a deft motion of her hand while having her back turned to Copper, she undid some of the grip of the metal piece and held it aloft, closing her eyes before squeezing the sprayer. As she expected, the loosening of the metal end allowed some of the water to shoot out from both the joining of the hose and fixture and the front end. Even prepared for it as she was, it was still a bit of a shock for a sudden spray of cold water to blast her front and middle, making her splutter momentarily as she made a fuss of getting the hose under control.
“Octavia!” Copper called before coming over to her aid. By then, she’d stopped squeezing the nozzle’s trigger and had lowered the hose towards the ground, away from her. Droplets of water fell down her face, her hair being slightly dampened from the brief spray she’d been given. “What happened?” he asked as he came up to her.
“Oh, I thought the piece here was loose, so I thought I tightened it. I guess I must’ve loosened it further instead by accident!” She declared, turning around to face Copper properly. Lifting a hand, she brushed aside some of the locks of her hair that had fallen over her face from her startled jump, and watched as Copper went wide-eyed at her, cheeks burning red. “Something the matter Copper?” she asked, looking down to where his gaze was centered.
The simple t-shirt that Octavia had worn out for that day was doing its best to cling and frame her impressive bust beneath the flimsy cloth layer. The water that had inconveniently shot over her had soaked through the t-shirt and left barely anything to the imagination, quite literally so from the way one could not only make out the impressive swells of her breasts, but even the way her nipples were poking through the fabric in response to the sudden cold sensation. Droplets of water fell down her neck and face as well, leaving Octavia looking very soaked and also very exposed.
“Oh!” Octavia finally exclaimed after a moment, feigning surprise at her suddenly exposed self in front of Copper. She gave a startled motion, making her bosom jiggle beneath the wet shirt before lifting an arm up to cover herself a little. “Whoops!”
“Um. Uh. Right. You uh.” Copper stammered out, looking lost for words beneath the unintentional display Octavia made before him. “Geez. Uh!” He turned his eyes away finally from the sight and found his words while focusing on the fenceline. “I’m so sorry, Octavia. Just...you’re alright, right?”
“Aside from being unexpectedly wet, yes.” She assured him, internally delighted at how bashful he was being. The seconds long stare he’d given to her wet breasts did plenty, but now she could lay it on thicker. “Don’t sweat it, Copper. It’s just too hot to wear anything under a shirt on days like this.”
“I-I didn’t mean to stare!” He declared, glancing at her again before looking aside, “Just...sheesh. You’re really beautiful, miss Octavia.”
The honest praise brought a touch of pink to the musician’s cheeks, making her smile at him. “You’re too kind, Copper, praising an older woman like me. Surely I look a touch too round or plump?”
The use of such words only made Copper’s cheeks turn darker, the red spreading to the rest of his face. “N-no, ma’am. You...you look really great. Wonderful. I mean it.”
Octavia felt her confidence raise a bit at the youth’s words, and her smile grew before she spoke again. “Thank you, Copper. I’ll go change and keep on with the yard. You just enjoy your lemonade, ok?”
Reflecting on those moments drew a delighted smile to Octavia’s lips, as the buxom woman laid out in her lawn chair once more for some easygoing suntanning. With the glow of the sun coming from above her, she could bask in the warm rays and just lounge for one afternoon. She didn’t need anything of Copper today, as most of the work had been handled for the time being. The raven-haired woman thought she may have imagined it for a moment, but he almost looked a touch disappointed that she didn’t have any work for him to do today.
‘Maybe he’s warming up to me better than I thought?’ she pondered with a thoughtful pout on her lips. Before she could ponder further on it, Octavia sensed something shift in her peripheral vision, making her glance upwards and to her left. It was only Copper’s house, a window on the upper story open likely to let cool winds flow in and out of the household. Or so she thought; Octavia’s eyebrow quirked as she saw Copper peek out of the window, looking around before —
‘Is he watching me?’
Octavia’s suspicions kept her still, ignoring the instinct to shift position or move and instead staying put. She didn’t move her head, and found it a blessing that her dark sunglasses were placed well enough over her eyes that one couldn’t see where she was looking. For her, it gave her an unobstructed view to watch as Copper seemed to stare down at her sunbathing figure, giving a warm sensation that crossed over her figure from head to toe. He was downright drinking up the sight of her bikini-clad form laid out in the sunchair. She wondered just what he could be thinking, of what he might be imagining while staring down at her.
Her nethers suddenly pulsed as the mischievous idea crossed her mind: ‘what if we gave him something to watch?’ Octavia could almost hear Vinyl’s voice saying such a thing, and she’d usually scoff at the extroverted mare and her wild ways. But she wasn’t here, nor was anyone else. It was just Octavia, and her wide-eyed watcher from next door. Her handsome, strapping next door neighbor boy who couldn’t take his eyes off of her voluptuous curves without pinching himself.
The musician had to think for a moment; it wasn’t typical for her to put on some sort of visual show for someone so far away. But she could adapt: if she could change keys in a complicated orchestral piece mid-performance just because the conductor misread the sheet, she could do this. Her nethers agreed with the idea as another soft pulse emanated from her core while she gave a slow, languid stretch, bringing her arms upwards and making her breasts stand out all the more from her chest. She even gave a small shake to make them jiggle, as if getting comfortable again, before settling. Her eyes were fixated on Copper, still watching from the window. He wasn’t hanging out of it, still within the confines of his room, but he had yet to pull away.
Encouraged by her one-man audience, Octavia made a small show of glancing left, then right, settling her head back before her hands rose up and clutched at the tiny top that kept her breasts in place and decent. With but a simple tug on the string keeping it together, she undid the binding and let the straps fall away, leaving her bare for all save for her dampening nethers. The cool breeze of the wind against her breasts was a pleasant tickle on her skin, and she couldn’t help a soft cooing sound at the feeling as well of the sun’s rays on top of her exposed breasts. A little color on her pinkened areola and nipples would do her some good, after all. Movement came from the window again, and Octavia looked as Copper seemed to correct himself. If she dared hazard a guess, one of his arms was moving in a slow, back and forth manner at his side. If he was doing what she thought he was…
Her pussy twitched at the idea of the young male stroking himself to her. She was wet now, and the urge to up the ante by diving her fingers down was itching in the back of her mind. But she wanted to rile him further, toy with him more first. She found her answer in the bottle of sunblock next to her chair; no need to get burned while basking under the sun’s rays and a neighbor’s eager staring. She squeezed out a healthy dollop of the lotion and smeared it over her chest before beginning to knead and spread the lotion over her vast cleavage and massive breasts. Her skin was left glistening by the time she finished, but she didn’t stop groping herself. Not with her watcher continuing to take in the erotic show she was putting off.
She couldn’t stand to wait anymore. The idea of Copper masturbating to her from afar like she suspected he was made her whole body heat up. Trailing her hand down her slim stomach, the musician sighed as her fingers vanished beneath her purple cover, the digits trailing over her swollen and wet lips. Octavia groaned, and let a slick finger dip into her depths while her other hand found her right breast and continued to grope and fondle herself. Her eyes stayed trained on Copper, now watching him and making out a faster motion of his arm beside himself. He seemed to have angled his position to try and hide himself from sight, but stayed in view enough to see her. She couldn’t see his cock, but had been around long enough to know those motions of his arm weren’t for anything else but precisely that.
Another finger dove into her pussy, and Octavia panted as she worked herself faster and faster towards a climax that was rising quicker than she’d expected. The voyeuristic pleasure of Copper watching, masturbating to her own little pleasure session was firing her whole body up. Her leg hitched up, and she bit her lip to stifle the moan that escaped her throat. Octavia’s imagination ran wild, thinking of it being Copper’s fingers digging into her soaked pussy, toying and thrusting in and out of her while he ravaged her breast with his hand, or even his mouth to suckle on her like a newborn. Or better still, to whip out that eager, throbbing cock that was begging to be sheathed in just the right way only she could give him.
That thought became the tipping point for the musician, and she released her breast to cover her mouth as an orgasm shot through her whole body, racking her with shivers as her middle and index finger twitched and prodded her clit to elongate the ecstasy blasting through her. Her purple bikini bottoms quickly became soaked from within due to her powerful climax, leaving her to go slack in the sunchair as sweat beaded down the side of her head from both the heat and her own actions. Octavia relished every second of it, and finally managed to open her eyes again to look towards Copper’s house. Her neighbor had moved out of sight by this point, and she halfway pondered if her excitement had proved too much for the poor man. A moment later got her her answer though, as Copper’s head came into view again. Even as far away as she was, she could make out his flushed features as he watched her.
Octavia was slow to stand up, her legs a little weak from the powerful orgasm her personal session had afforded her. She turned back around and plucked up her top, if only so she wouldn’t leave it outside, and walked towards her back door before pausing. She could still feel his gaze on her even from behind, and the raven-haired musician made a small show of turning her head to look behind her, as if only just now feeling like someone or something was there. Copper ducked back, and Octavia only smiled to herself before going inside for a drink as a small reward for her little display for the neighbor.
The next couple of days were days Octavia gave a slight reprieve to Copper on her seducing ways; that flashpoint of pleasure from him jacking it to her almost nude and also masturbating form needed to cool a touch, lest she overwhelm him too quickly. She was certain though that she had his attention. The few times she saw him over the next two days made her sure she was on his mind, from the watchful looks he gave when he thought she wasn’t looking, to him always being ready to offer help even when she didn’t need it. Rosemary was far gone from his mind, it seemed, and in her stead, the raven-haired musician had taken her place.
On one particularly steamy afternoon, where Octavia half suspected Celestia had moved the sun closer to the world just because she could, it was actually Copper who approached her first about coming over instead of her asking for him. She had walked out into the backyard, half pondering on what could be done for today, when Copper had called to her from the fenceline border dividing their properties. Smiling at the youth, she approached him.
“Copper. And here I thought you might stay indoors today. Stars know I might, even with the pool.” Octavia said when she reached the fence.
“Yeah, about that,” He started, chuckling before continuing, “you don’t think it’d be too much trouble if I came over for a swim, do you? I want to do something outside today, but for fun.” He told her before pausing and raising a hand. “N-not that me helping you hasn’t been fun! Just. You know.”
Octavia laughed and shook her head. “Not at all. In fact, a dip in the pool is always welcome for you. It’s the least I could offer after all your hard work.” She assured him. “I might join you, in fact. The heat’s better to deal with when you have company than on one’s own. It’s a fun distraction.”
“Right. So, I’ll go grab my swim trunks real quick. I’ll meet you back here!” he declared, leaving Octavia to watch as he exited for his house. The busty woman smiled to herself at the clear opening she was being given here; it was too good a chance to pass to see just how enamored Copper might be with her more than just the cold waters of the pool. But for now, she could just let them both enjoy having a private pool to swim in for themselves. She went back inside to fetch her bikini, as well as touch up her lipstick. It was the little efforts that counted most sometimes.
Octavia got into the waters first, floating on an inflated water raft for her own enjoyment before Copper came along. She imagined the young neighbor was making sure he had sunscreen aplenty for both himself and her if need be. The thought amused her, a smile creeping onto her plush, purple lips at the idea of Copper offering to apply sunscreen on her. It sounded as bad as something out of a trashy romance novel, but if it got her what she wanted in the end…
“Incoming!”
Copper’s sudden declaration from overhead made Octavia’s focus snap back to the present as she watched his shadow leap overhead past her position, whereupon Copper landed into the water’s depths with an impressive splash. Unexpecting the sudden arrival, Octavia was left to be overrun by the small tidal splash that came from Copper’s cannonball leap and found herself off her raft and underwater. Rising back up above the surface — reminding herself she can stand in the deep end thanks to her height — Octavia gave a look to the neighbor that made him pause from laughing at the now soaked musician.
“Oh, it’s on, little man!” She declared before tackling towards him. She’d had this sort of play before from Vinyl on previous occasions, and was no stranger to a little rough-housing in the pool’s waters. It caught Copper by surprise, who had probably expected the older woman to scold him for getting her soaked as he did. Instead, the pair sunk under the water’s depths as Octavia wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him tight and bringing his head inadvertently into her hefty bosom. Entrapped as he was, Octavia took the advantage and pressed off from the pool floor, lifting both him and her up above the water’s surface for a brief moment before she brought them crashing back down in another large splash before releasing him.
When both he and Octavia surfaced for air, both of them were left laughing at the entire bit, floating close to each other at the deeper end of the pool. “I didn’t think you had that in you, Octavia!” Copper declared, smiling at the raven-haired musician.
“Oh, please. One doesn’t lug around an instrument as heavy as mine and not have a little arm strength.” Octavia boasted, planting her feet on the pool floor and raising up, lifting an arm to mock flex it. “I’m not a woman without a little muscle, you know.”
“Haha, yeah, just-oh!” He started to answer before cutting himself off. “U-um, Octavia, your top.” He pointed out, making the woman look down at her ample chest. The straps holding it in place had come loose in the midst of their brief tussle, leaving it almost undone entirely. It revealed even more of her massive breasts than when she’d had it affixed properly, the undersides of her breasts even showing as she gave a small shake, making them jiggle before Copper’s eyes.
“Oh.” Octavia hummed, reaching up to try and adjust her top, but stopping just as her fingers caressed the loosened ties holding it together. Instead, her eyes moved to gaze at Copper, who was more transfixed on where her hands were than her face at the moment. She let go of the ties and instead gave her breasts a full-fingered squeeze, making Copper’s face flush before he tore his eyes back up to look at her properly. “Fans of the bigger girls, aren’t you, Copper?”
“W-well, uh…” he stammered out, but Octavia only moved closer. The shift in water level brought the pool’s water to just beneath her bosom, letting her breasts float with ease against the shifting waters. “That’s uh...I-I’m sorry?”
“Don’t be.” She told him, smiling all the while. She had him cornered in that end of the pool, the closest ladder being to her immediate right and out of his reach. But he didn’t seem to be looking to get away, only staying put as she spoke. “I know you called me beautiful before, Copper. Did you really mean it?”
“...y-yes, Octavia.” Copper replied. “I did. Really. You’re...gorgeous.”
The water splashed a bit as Octavia took another step closer. The water tickled against the underside of her breasts, but it didn’t stop her from reaching up to lift her girls up and give them another squeeze. “It’s not just these making you say that, is it?”
Copper glanced down, then back up before shaking his head. “N-no! I-I mean, you have a great figure, but there’s other traits too. Other things.”
“Such as?” Octavia prodded.
“...y-your hair. It always looks so soft, and elegant. A-and your lips...your smile is always really...it’s genuine. A-and you look happier too.” He answered.
Octavia gave him that very smile and he looked to relax a little even as she moved closer. “A good flatterer always does well with women, Copper. Especially when he’s sincere.” She said before coming to a stop just in front of him. She had his whole attention now, the brown-haired youth peering up at her past the valley of her cleavage. “But you know what else is sincere?”
“W-what?”
Octavia leaned in close, bringing her arms to rest over each of his shoulders so her hands could clasp at the middle of his back. It made him be pulled in towards her, his head almost square against her breasts as she spoke in a delicate whisper only he could hear.
“When your next door neighbor jacks off to you having fun in the backyard.”
The statement was as much an acknowledgement as an accusation of a few days ago, making Copper tense up in her embrace. But he didn’t try to pull away or deny it straight off. Instead, he ducked his head before righting himself again as such a move only zeroed his eyes in on her wet cleavage.
“Oh, Copper. I’m not upset in the slightest.” Octavia’s assurance made him look at her confused, and she explained it to him. It was her chance to lay it all out on the table now. “I wanted you to look. It’s been so long since any man’s actually paid me the proper time of day, to actually enjoy being around me and not just objectifying me like some men do. But you...you genuinely help me for helping’s sake. Your praises are sincere. Unlike that little twig of a girl, Rosemary, a true woman not only respects such virtues, but seeks them out.”
Octavia’s finger began tracing a slow circle along Copper’s back as he listened to her, looking enthralled within the musician’s grasp. “You’re a grown man now. Limber. Capable. So why not let you and I enjoy a little...mischief, on the side, hm?” The offer coming from her plush lips seemed too good to be true to Copper’s ears, from his surprised expression. She could tell she had his interest, however, in the flushed color of his cheeks.
“...w-with me? For real?” he asked.
“Very much so. In fact…” Octavia trailed off to release her would-be captive, before bringing her hands up and untying the knot holding her top together. She gave a shake of her shoulders, allowing her to shake the cloth straps off of her tits and exposing them freely for him to drink in, unobstructed. The peach-colored mounds were capped with bright pink nipples, the areola surrounding them only slightly darker. She brought her arms up, further elevating her bosom above the water and letting him see her fully. “...why don’t you get a closer look? I promise, I won’t bite.” Octavia’s lips curled into a playful smirk. “Much.”
Copper’s hand raised slowly, rising from the water and hovering close to her offered breasts. She could see him internally struggling, his desiring hormones clashing with what she suspected was some sort of noble streak of not taking advantage of her, or some such youthful mindset. So she decided for him; scooting just a bit closer, Octavia brought her tits forward and into the grasp of his right hand. The contact seemed to shock Copper physically, but his fingers gave a tender squeeze of the flesh it could grasp. Octavia’s larger size easily overwhelmed his fingers, but it didn’t stop him from groping the mound and evoking a playful chuckle from the woman.
“Don’t go forgetting the other, now. Both of my girls deserve some attention, don’t you think?” She teased. Copper’s other hand shot up and joined its partner, squeezing her other breast in tandem as his first did. The busty woman gave an eager moan at the rough handling he was giving her, his roughened palms a delightful texture against her sensitive breasts and nipples. The hardening buds pressed into his hands with every motion he made, the globes of pure woman he was holding moving to his whims. Octavia delighted in the fascination his eyes beheld her tits with; she was his first genuine display of such raw sexuality, and she was going to make sure he committed her to memory.
“Here...come a little closer, Copper.” Octavia invited, making him slow down his groping as her hands cupped his cheeks. With his attention finally brought out of her cleavage, she gazed down at his green eyes before capturing him in a deep kiss, her soft, full lips sliding against his in a tender liplock that made the musician’s own toes curl. It took Copper a moment to get his bearings back, hands releasing her tits for the moment to come and rest on her wide hips. He was still learning, she could tell, from the somewhat meek returns he tried to give back to her lips. Octavia kept her control of the kiss as she suckled on his lower lip, getting him to groan in his throat before she deepened it further with her tongue invading his mouth.
The first taste of him made Octavia shiver, wanting more of the youth with every passing second. A hand left his cheek to instead trail down his chest, crawling over the firm muscles of his belly before stopping at his middle. She smiled internally, her tongue too busy swirling about his entrapped own to let her speak at first while her hand slipped past the border of his shorts to grope for his cock. The hard mass that greeted her slipped into her grip with ease, and Copper withdrew to give a surprised gasp at the intimate grope. Saliva hung from the corner of his lips while Octavia only licked her own, savoring the taste of him there.
“Someone’s eager to meet me, now isn’t he?” she asked, curling her index finger and thumb to form a loose circle that stroked up and down the mass of meat she had ahold of.
“O-Octavia…” he groaned out, and Octavia felt her pussy clench from the sound. She wanted to hear that sound a lot more, him moaning her name in ecstasy. She knew just how to as well.
“Drop those shorts, Copper, and come sit on the edge here.” She instructed, giving him a final playful squeeze before releasing her grip of his cock and extracting her hand from his shorts. Copper was too enamored by her to even voice a thought to being naked outside, pulling them down and off with nary a second thought. Octavia followed him, the youth raising himself up with his arms before seating himself on the ledge, putting his member on display before the raven-haired woman.
Octavia thanked her lucky stars at what she beheld: his cock was a thick one as her fingers had told her, outsizing her vibrators with a girth akin to an uncut cucumber. She was grateful his length wasn’t too big either; Vinyl might’ve been a size queen, but Octavia preferred those of a more average length. It allowed her to enjoy it wholly, for both herself and for his sake too. The swollen reddish-purple tip begged for her attentions as it twitched before her, but Octavia’s eyes dipped further south first. Her goal was waiting beneath his member, in the twin orbs resting under his base.
“Scoot forward a little, Copper.” She told him, and the naked man did as she told. His balls now hung freely in the air instead of resting on the concrete, and Octavia licked her lips before diving in. Burying her face into his balls, his member pulsing against her face, Octavia gave a deep moan as his scent washed over her. With every slow inhale she took, his arousal flooded her nose, clean but with the unmistakable musk of a lusting male. She was nearly salivating as she drank in his scent, the orbs resting against her nose and cheek before finally opening her lips and wholly engulfing one ball into her waiting mouth. The soft hairs of his crotch tickled against her nose as she suckled on him, slurping at the taste greeting her tongue and making Copper gasp above her.
“Holy shit!” He exclaimed, goading Octavia onward at the declaration and encouraging her lust. Tongue wiggling against the orb in her maw, the musician sucked and licked at the sensitive orb, as if she could milk his building seed direct from his balls. The orb bounced and shifted to her tongue’s motions as she sucked at him, his taste continuing to fuel her lust for more of him. The weight of his ball against her slippery muscle stoked her lust further, cementing the naughtiness of her position in her mind’s eye. She let go of it, letting it fall from her lips and opening her eyes to peer up at Copper’s pleasure-stricken face. He was watching her, and her nethers gave another pulse while she kept eye contact with him, tongue sliding along the base of his cock before she dove back down to immerse in him once more, claiming the other untouched ball. Her previous actions had left smudges of purple against his skin, a mark of herself on him as her claim to his cock.
All the while, her mouth full of his balls, his cock pulsed and throbbed against her forehead, only further arousing the busty woman beneath him. She could feel the heat coming off of it as much as the sun above their heads, and closed her eyes as she sucked on his hefty orb hard. The rich taste of both sweat and sack cleared her senses and heightened her hunger for more. Her idle hands moved, one coming to rest on his cock and stroking it in a tender fashion using her fingertips, while her other sought out her pussy to rub it through her bikini bottom. She was in heaven, lost between the pleasure of her fingers and the oral delights running through her mouth and tongue.
Extracting herself from him with a parting, wet kiss, the now spit-soaked balls dangled freely while Octavia set about peppering his base with kisses and working her way up to the tip. Her own saliva and the water from the pool had worn away at the resistance of her lipstick, leaving trails of purple against his balls and now along the route her lips were taking up to his tip. It was her personal way of laying claim to the rigid cock waiting for her. At the summit of his cock, she paused but for a moment to look at him before dipping in and welcoming his cock into her mouth. Her lips looked all the more soft and full with his cock between them, and Octavia could feel him throb against her tongue as she swirled it about his sensitive tip.
His hands came to rest on top of her head, making her pause as she half expected him to try and shove her down in a lustful fit of desire from her. But it didn’t come; instead, he only seemed to want to move her hair out of her face, his grip gentle as he let her keep her control. Octavia showed her appreciation by dipping further down, gradual and slow, her cheeks hollowing when she would dip back to suck on his hard cock. Copper’s deep breaths told her plenty of how hard he was working to not cum too early. The thought alone had her diving her fingers into her wanting pussy, and she moaned around his length before diving further down.
A few slow passes soon had Octavia kissing his base, wet slurps the only sound between them when she raised her head up before diving back down, one solid motion back and forth that had his tip brushing the entrance to her throat, but giving her no discomfort. Copper was just the right size for her to work him, and she couldn’t wait to get ahold of him fully. Her saliva added more wetness to the blowjob, her hunger for him evident in her consistent bobbing.
“O-Octavia, I-I’m…!” he grunted out, and Octavia pulled back with another wet “schlurp” before his head popped from her lips. She brought both hands up, and stroked his saliva-soaked cock while pointing his tip at her face. Faster and faster she moved, his spit-lubed member throbbing in her wet grasp. Face flushed in excitement, Octavia licked her lips and kept her mouth agape to speak.
“Cum! Cum on my face! Spray that load on me!” She half-demanded, half-begged as she watched his tip swell. The first shot that launched out of him was thick and heavy, splashing against the lustful musician’s lips and cheek in one streaked shot before a second, then a third followed to plaster her forehead and nose in more of his cum. The weight of his seed on impact made her moan, his cum trailing along her skin as more shot out, their velocity carrying them only to her chin and neck, down to her waiting bosom as well. The flow stopped after a few more bursts, leaving Octavia’s fingers sticky and white with strands criss-crossing the digits.
Releasing him for the moment, Octavia brought her hands up and devoured what she could get of his sperm. She slurped up along her fingers first, the rich and salty taste heavy on her taste buds before she brought her fingers up to scoop what she could from her face. What didn’t follow her fingers clung to her face, the smell filling her as much as the musk of his balls had and only further stimulating the woman. She had her first taste of him, of his innocent cock, and it left her hungry.
Very, very hungry.
“T-that was...wow. You’re amazing, Octavia.” Copper said between breaths, able to open his eyes now that his mind wasn’t being blasted in sexual ecstasy. The sight of the busty woman sucking his seed off of her fingers had him totally enraptured, while she gave him a seductive smile back, her lips having a touch of white staining the purple lipstick remaining.
“And we’re just getting started. But a good neighbor doesn’t leave the other wanting, isn’t that right, Copper?” she asked. Without waiting for a reply, she ducked down under the water’s surface, resurfacing to let the rush of pool water help to clean her of his essence for the moment. She held no qualms of being immersed in her partner’s smell or seed, but she didn’t want to make him feel squeamish about touching his own seed. Some men were just twitchy like that. She moved towards the ladder and lifted herself up from the pool.
With each ladder step, Octavia could feel her assets jiggle, unbound as they were from any clothing. Turning her gaze to the watching Copper, the musician smiled to herself at how enraptured he was. She took her time, letting him soak in the sight of her wet body as she approached. Reaching behind her with a hand, Octavia gave a brief flick of her drenched locks of black and brought her hand to rest on her hip as she looked down at him. “Think you’re ready to do for me, Copper?” she questioned.
“I-I would, but...I-I need more time. I’m not...ready yet.” He told her, making Octavia giggle at his bashfulness.
“Oh, we’re not making a home run yet, Copper. Besides, there’s other ways to have fun than going just straight for the end. For instance,” she explained, pausing to slip her thumbs onto either side of her bikini bottoms and tugging them down as she continued, “there’s more to a woman you’ve yet to experience.” The underwear cover came loose once she’d lowered it enough, leaving Octavia entirely bare for the youth to see.
She knew that many women took to shaving themselves bare when it came to their nethers, a trend that was a standard for many women looking to keep themselves as enticing as possible for their partners. Octavia knew, however, that many men equally enjoyed the sight of a well-trimmed bush just the same. Her pussy, wet and flushed, was framed by a thin line of black hair the same shade as on her head. It wasn’t overbearing, but added a little mature flair to her inviting looking pink nethers. From Copper’s stare, she could tell he was committing it to memory. She stepped closer, now beside the youth as he remained on the ground. He made to get up, but she stopped him.
“No no, Copper. You don’t need to get up. In fact, you can lay right there.” She told him, getting a nod as he laid back down before she continued, “Now I imagine you quite like the idea of how my pussy looks to you, don’t you?” he blushed at her crude words, but nodded. “Would you like a closer look?”
A second nod made her chuckle before she knelt down and then scooted over, leaving the musician in a kneeling position over Copper’s head. Careful to not mis-position herself, she brought her legs down on either side of his head, putting Copper’s face mere centimeters away from her pussy. She could feel his breath tickle at her sensitive lips, and she took a moment to compose herself before speaking.
“It’s been called a lot of things, but I think boys your age prefer calling it ‘muff-diving’.” she told him. “This is where you get to explore me, Copper, and return the kindness I paid you a moment ago. Do you think you feel up to that?”
“Holyshityes.” Copper let out before clearing his throat. “I-I mean. Yes ma’am.”
“Then hop to it, my little stud.”
With no more preamble, Copper opened his lips, and slipped his tongue out to first caress the outermost lips of her pussy where her juices had been dripping out. The contact was wet and made Octavia’s skin shiver, but not from unpleasantness. He was inexperienced, so she knew she’d need to guide him some. But she could appreciate the slow and tender approach he was taking, licking along her outer labia and nuzzling her pubic hair with his cheek or nose as he moved. It was a more affectionate approach to it, and Octavia felt her face warm as he went.
“Go deeper, Copper. More to my center.” She instructed, feeling his tongue idle before shifting to the left, working its way more towards her entrance and waiting depths. The hot contact of his tongue against her wet walls made her give a gasp, and she reached down to run her fingers along Copper’s head. “That’s it. There. Reach in as deep as you can go. And lick like you’re having your favorite dessert.”
Her advice was heard, as Octavia’s eyes shot open from the pleasurable slithering tongue invading her pussy. Thighs trembling on either side of Copper’s head, she moaned as he began to lick and search in earnest throughout her nethers. He was taking his time, and she was grateful for it as it let the busty musician relish the way he’d lick and caress every bit of her he could reach with his tongue. He just kept going, and going, to the point she had to wonder just how far he could go as he prodded at areas even she had trouble reaching.
“Oh stars, Copper! Yes! Right there!” she gasped out. She rocked her hips forward, bucking her groin into his face. He didn’t try to stop her; as he continued licking, Copper’s hands came up and clapped onto her ample rear, each cheek filling his hands as they squeezed what they could grab. Octavia moaned and pushed forward more, grinding herself against his working tongue within her. She wondered briefly if he would need air, but he had yet to stop her, so she chose to let it be.
Inexperienced as he was, Copper was a quick learner in where to press and rub his tongue to evoke more moans from the woman astride his face. Desiring more pleasure, Octavia braced one hand on Copper’s head, keeping him buried in her pussy while her other reached for her breast to knead and squeeze it. Her fingers, practiced on herself and her wants, toyed with her erect nipple. Her index finger and thumb worked to tweak and turn her nipple, the sensitive bud heightening her pleasure while Copper worked below. Unable to help herself, Octavia began to bounce her rear off of Copper’s torso beneath her, effectively riding his face to both of their pleasures.
The light smacks of her ass cheeks bouncing against his kneading palms and his body mixed in well with the moans coming from the musician’s mouth. She let go of any care for anyone who could be listening; it’d been far too long since anyone devoted such care to her pussy like Copper was doing. She jolted when his tongue swiped across the left side of the top of her pussy, and clenched hard with her thighs around his head. “Again! Right there! Right there please!” Copper was happy to obey, and Octavia gasped as the hotspot was attacked again and again by his searching tongue. “Oh gods yes. Yes! Copper, you’re licking me so good!”
Sweat was beginning to pour down the busty woman’s neck and back, both being exposed to the heat of the sun overtop them both. It did nothing to slow her down, rather it only heightened her awareness of the sheer naughtiness of what they were doing. She was reaching for her climax, that pool of ecstasy just waiting to burst out from her nethers. “Copper. Find my clit. Find it! Oh, I’m close. Touch my clit for me please?” Her request made him withdraw his tongue for a moment, as Copper pulled back his head an inch or two to regard her pussy before spotting the same nub she was referring to.
When his lips closed around it and his tongue began to encircle it, Octavia released her breast and brought her hand down to join its sister at pressing him closer. Her body was locking up, muscles tensing as each swipe of his tongue on her sensitive clit made her rush that much faster to orgasm. The finishing shot came when he suddenly sucked on the nub, teeth gentle as they grinded against it. It shot Octavia right into her climax, and she threw her head back as a long shout of ecstasy escaped her. Her lower half trembled, locking in place around Copper’s head as she could feel her juices shoot from her depths and onto his waiting tongue and face. Being a squirter, she had plenty to give before she began to ease up, panting for air and finally loosening the grip her powerful thighs had around Copper’s head.
Looking down, Octavia felt a touch bashful at the mess she’d made of Copper. Slick and shining with her juices being splashed across his lips, chin, and nose, her young lover was also as red as a tomato from the grip she’d only just released him from. He was still breathing, albeit in larger gulps now that he wasn’t constricted on either side of his head. Copper looked up to her, and she gave him a smile that he returned.
“That...I could’ve died happy there.” He mumbled aloud, making Octavia giggle.
“Perhaps. Forgive me; I lost a little control once you had me going. You might be inexperienced, but your vigor more than made up for it.” Octavia appraised, getting a nod from him. She breathed in a deep piece of air for herself before looking over her shoulder. Octavia’s grin widened; he was hard again, throbbing as it pointed to the left and up towards her torso from his groin. “Speaking of vigor...seems somebody’s ready for their own round two.”
Lifting herself from around Copper’s head, Octavia scooted back in a slow fashion, letting her still wet and dripping pussy grind against his chest and belly as she moved until she came to a stop at his lap. Her hand reached around and aligned him to rest his cock against her ass, the twin globes threatening to engulf his member between them. Octavia knew he could enjoy that, but they were careening towards something much better than what a mere assjob would do. Their difference in height showed itself as she lifted her rear end up, while at the same time shoving her hefty breasts into Copper’s face. Not that he complained; instead, he brought his own hands up to grope and squeeze the mounds surrounding him again while Octavia pressed his tip to her entrance.
“Oh, Copper...I can’t wait for you to spread me open.” Octavia purred, already tingling from the contact of his swollen cock against her pussy. The touch drew Copper’s attention out of her breasts for a moment, which took an effort to emerge from her cleavage by him. She expected he might have had some sort of idea of protection, or caution, but she was too horny to care for that, too needing. She was having the full effect, unabridged and unfiltered. “Here we go…”
It took a bit of pressure to get her folds to spread apart for his thick cock, but a few seconds later rewarded her with the first penetration of his member, making her gasp as she could already feel him spreading her pussy’s walls with his girth. Copper was moaning as well, mixed with her own sounds as her nethers embraced him in a wet, smoldering grasp. Octavia refused to stop there, her eyes rolling back as she sunk down on inch after inch of his length. Copper’s cock was like a burning rod of pleasure that seemed to be stretching her to new depths, and she found a growing need to get him all the way within her. By the time she had him buried to the hilt, her own groin resting against his lap, she couldn’t stop the elongated moan that escaped her.
“S-so full…!” she managed to say. She fell forward then, further burying Copper’s head in her sweaty cleavage and muffling him as her body trembled from the sensations his cock was giving her. “Oh Copper, your cock is heavenly! It belongs in me! Oh!” She gasped out, raising her hips up enough to extract a third of his cock from her depths before sliding back down. The lewd, wet sounds of her squeezing and sucking around his cock with her pussy was clear despite the sounds she made from her own mouth. Looking down, Octavia could only see the top of Copper’s head, his reddish locks peeking out from her breasts. She smiled and rocked her hips, allowing her to also jiggle her bosom around his head. From Copper’s moaning, he definitely appreciated the effort.
Up and down, up and down, she rode him, the slow almost torturous pace being both parts pleasurable and enticing for more. Octavia was savoring every bit that Copper had to give, but her own legs were refusing to give her the thrust she needed then, too weak from her previous climax and the ongoing pleasure she was getting now. She brought her hands forward, clasping onto Copper’s hands and getting him to release her breasts for the moment while slowing her hips down to only grind against him.
“Let me handle those girls, Copper. You can put those hands and your hips to better use.” She told him, gripping her own breasts and lowering them down from his face for a minute so he could hear her. His flushed face made her grin before she moaned as his hands found their new grip on her ass cheeks. “Yes. That’s it!” She praised as she felt him tense, then his hips moved and began to buck his cock back and forth in and out of her. His pace was rougher, harder than she’d been going, and Octavia let her tongue slip out of the corner of her mouth as new pleasurable waves shot through her system.
Rewarding him for his efforts, Octavia bounced and squeezed her massive mounds around Copper’s face, the friction adding even more pleasure as her hard nipples would brush his lips and cheek, further sparking her arousal into a burning fire. She stopped her motions when Copper’s lips latched onto one of her buds, suckling from her teat as if to draw milk from her. Octavia let him nurse from her breast all he wished, the hammering his cock was doing into her depths making her mind melt. She squeezed and milked his cock as best she could, keeping tight around his thick member that kept pounding into her snatch.
“Fuck me, Copper! Fuck my naughty pussy! It loves your cock! It needs it! Oh! Oh stars, yes, yes!” The words spilled out of Octavia lips as sense left her mind, too rattled from the rough and quick pace that Copper was using to plunge his cock into her depths. Her climax was already surging from her depths, having not expected or prepared for this much sensory overload so fast. She clenched, then squeezed and let loose an elongated moan as her juices squirted around the tight seal his cock made within her. Copper didn’t slow, too lost in his own hormonal rush of ecstasy to pause as he rammed Octavia throughout her orgasm.
A need for his pleasure to match hers arose in the musician as she laid atop him, once she found her senses again enough to act. She started rocking her hips back into his thrusts, the wet slaps of their sweating, juice-stained flesh growing louder as they worked each other up. Copper had swapped breasts, giving her other the same nursing treatment its sister had gotten, relishing the close contact with her tits in every second that he got. He groaned and withdrew a few seconds later.
“O-Octavia, I’m...I’m gonna cum soon! I need to pull out!” He warned her.
“Pull out? No, no, nonono.” Octavia panted out as she rode his thrusts, adding more of her own weight into her motions as he tried to slow. “Not a chance. That cock’s giving me every...single...oh fuck...drop of cum you have!” she gasped as she felt him pulse inside of her. He might’ve been worried, but he was more aroused at the idea of cumming inside of her than he said. “Oh you like that? You want to cum inside this older woman’s pussy?”
“Oh fuck...Octavia!” He groaned again, his body tensing beneath her. He was throbbing harder now, his orgasm fast approaching. She could feel it, and worked him even harder as she egged him on.
“Cum inside me, Copper. Cum inside my cunt! Cum!” She exclaimed, wild with lust before throwing her head back when she felt a sudden splash of heat launch itself into her depths, splattering her womb’s entrance with his seed. “Oh yes! Give me! Give me all of it!” She gasped out as she kept him hilted within her, allowing his continuously spraying seed to splash and fill her innermost walls before oozing back and out in an overflow that left her pussy a white, gooey mess. She trembled at the sensation, stars flashing in her vision at the feeling. He was so virile, she could feel it literally dripping and oozing down her thighs from the seal his cock was making inside her.
“Oh Copper...oh Celestia’s sun, that feels glorious…” she groaned before relaxing, resting atop Copper’s torso while the youth stayed under her, unmoving from the undoubtedly warm embrace her tits and body made for him. “You’re exactly what I needed. So...good.”
Copper managed a groan, looking like he needed a minute to find his own words to say. “O-Octavia...you’re too much. I can’t control myself around you.” He replied, making her beam down at him. “I only wish...I could do more.” He groaned, and looked up at the musician. Her expression struck a cord of caution within his mind. “O-Octavia?”
“Who said we were done?”
Copper lay sprawled back on the sunchair, still naked and bare for anyone who could’ve peeked into the backyard of Octavia’s house. The sunchair had been moved into the shade, for both of their sakes to avoid any potential sunburns just in case. The youth was hardly of a mind to care if he got sunburned either way. He was far too preoccupied with the magic going on on his lap.
Octavia, equally as naked and as ravenous as ever, had his weary cock sandwiched between her tits, enwrapped in her cleavage as she worked him over. Despite the previous rough sex, she still had energy to spare, making use of it to reward Copper for his efforts by letting him lay back and accept the pleasures a gifted woman like her could offer. The softness of her full tits surrounding him was almost akin to her pussy, albeit not nearly as hot or tight around him. Her warmth and softness more than made up for it, however, as she suckled at his cockhead when it peeked out from her bosom. Her unkempt and wild looking black hair framed her cleavage and pooled around her and him, while Octavia’s lips stayed pursed and occupied with his cock.
“T-this has to...be a dream.” Copper groaned at one point, making Octavia lift her lips up and off of his cock while her hands squeezed her breasts around his member. She could feel him twitching within her cleavage, and Octavia just licked her lips, his taste still rich on her tongue as she spoke.
“This is no dream, Copper. It’s all real. And even if it was a dream...I have no reason to stop, now do I?” she questioned before ducking her head down again, pressing her face into her own cleavage as her tongue flicked and swirled around his sensitive tip. The youth could only moan in response, his hips giving a weak buck into her cleavage that made Octavia chuckle. “So delicious...have you got a little more for me? Come on, Copper. Give me what you got.”
“O-Octavia!” He gasped out, before his body lurched forward and his cock spewed another shot of his cum out and onto her cleavage. It was much less dense than his previous climaxes, but no less enjoyable for the mischief-minded musician. She basked in the spray of his cum across her bare tits, milking every drop from him she could while squeezing her breasts tight around him. When he came to a stop, Copper went slack into the sunchair, and stayed silent save for his slow breathing of exhaustion.
“Mmm...a girl could get addicted to such delicious cum.” Octavia said as she dragged a finger across her bosom to gather the milky white substance before bringing it to her lips. She licked the digit clean, then looked down to Copper’s prone form. The young man had hit his limit, it seemed, as he was unconscious after that final splash of cum across her cleavage. She was more than satisfied with how he performed, and more than certain she was going to take advantage every chance she could to enjoy more with him. Letting go of his spent cock and standing up, Octavia sighed and brought her hands up to squeeze her cum-stained breasts.
“He almost came enough to cover a cup of sugar, even.” She remarked to herself, humored by her joke. A sound from her house’s direction drew her attention, and Octavia stared at the figure watching from the back door, opened to allow said figure to stand in the breezeway. She had one hand down her shorts, the other being used to help prop her up as she had clearly watched Octavia titfuck the unconscious man on the sunchair. She withdrew her fingers from her blue shorts, and stood up to peer at Octavia’s nude form with a silent but somehow approving stare as she grinned. Her darkened shades hid away the familiar red-tinted eyes that Octavia knew lay behind them.
“V-Vinyl?!”
Author's Note
Cues Roundabout Meme
A little summer themed fun for you overheated readers. It's been a long while since I wrote Octavia; I reckoned she was due for a good tale. Hope you enjoy it!
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