Neighborly Seduction 3: Crescendo
For a Wednesday afternoon, it was a calm day. Outside, some neighbors were working on their yards, making use of Celestia’s sunny sky above for some touch-ups. The hum of lawnmowers was a quiet but present sound in the background of the suburb area. Those not using mechanical tools found ease in lounging in the front yard while their magic levitated the tools and did their chores for them. In fact, with Vinyl out on another club tour, Octavia could actually envision some of the things going on outside the walls of her house. If she was sincere in that moment though, the quiet was a nice change. She could focus on other things that mattered to her: checking on her finances and the world news. Seeing if there was a new recipe she wanted to try and cook. The taste of Copper’s cock as she ran her tongue over it nice and slow.
The last one might’ve stood out a little bit to an outside bystander.
When she’d invited Copper over to help adjust the furniture of her living room, it had been a sincere request. The truth was, sometimes you just felt a need to change up the layout of one’s living room. The benefit of messing with Vinyl when she came back to a new layout of the house was a spot of fun mischief as well. Once he was finished, though, Octavia felt she could offer a better reward than just a modest cash flop in his wallet. Which was why she found herself on her knees, Copper resting against the kitchen counter with his fly undone and her lips surrounding his cockhead.
“Mmm…” Octavia hummed, muffled by the member in her mouth. Her eyes opened, giving a sensual stare up at the youth in her oral grasp. Copper’s innocent features were tensed in a pleasured strain, cheeks ablaze as he was treated to her particularly arousing means of care. One of his hands clutched at the counter, his knuckles white from his grip. The other rested on her head, fingers lost in her raven-black hair as he kept her vision clear. She found his expression adorable, giving his sensitive tip a hard suckle before coming off of it with a wet pop. “...I love your taste, Copper. It’s so...enticing.”
The two of them had gone a fair little while without much naughty pleasures, distracted by the labors of reality or a simple unfair schedule difference. Octavia had been called on to help with Canterlot’s orchestra, for her behalf, keeping her occupied until a pleasant day like today. Copper’s only means of reply was a moan as she squeezed his saliva-soaked member with her hand, her palm gliding with ease up and down while her tongue flicked out to circle the swollen mushroom tip. Any attempt at speaking he could’ve made fell to the wayside under her pleasurable barrage, satisfying Octavia with how skilled her efforts were.
She dove back in, her plush lips engulfing him with ease before sliding further down, the heat of her wet mouth surrounding him and making Copper gasp for air. The black haired seductress could feel him twitching against her tongue as she rubbed up against him, smiling internally at the impending reward of Copper’s cum. Just a little more and she’d have him…
RING RING
Octavia paused in her motions, the noise of the doorbell being the very last sound she was expecting to hear. It caught Copper off guard as well, making him jump against the kitchen counter before he stopped himself, since he was still in Octavia’s oral grasp. The musician paused for only a moment before trying to resume again, wanting to focus on the carnal delight before her than any other interruption.
RING RING
“Oh, honestly.” Octavia swore when she withdrew from Copper’s cock, letting the throbbing meat bob without her grip to hold it as she brought herself to stand up. Being clad in a simple white t-shirt and figure-fitting exercise shorts meant she still looked at least somewhat decent to the normal individual. A trained eye might notice the dots of pre-cum on her lips, or her disheveled hair. A quick swipe of a nearby kitchen towel fixed the first problem, the latter being worked on with a hand as she turned to her young lover. “Wait here, Copper. I’ll be right back.”
He offered no reply vocally, only nodding at her while Octavia made for the front door. She schooled her frustrated expression into a calm one, not unlike the one she often sought to display when performing on stage. It was a touch cold, perhaps, but in her defense they had interrupted a very fun activity, whoever it was. Reaching the door, the bell rang a third time, and Octavia called out to it after a minor pause by a reflective mirror near the door.
“Coming!” She said. “Or at least we were.” The muttered addition was under her breath before she opened the door, looking out to see a very unexpected neighbor looking back, a polite smile on her features. “M-Mrs. Spray! Good afternoon.”
“Hello, miss Octavia. I hope you’re not busy?” Copper’s mother asked. She was a woman who registered on the smaller scale of height, being smaller than Copper was by a couple inches. Yet it did nothing to take away from the kind air about herself, dressed in jeans and an aged but still colorful concert t-shirt. Octavia could guess that the woman was in the middle of her own sort of home cleaning, a pair of kitchen gloves peeking out form her pocket.
“Oh! Not at all. For now.” Octavia replied, giving a practiced smile and doing her best not to dwell on how this woman’s son was standing in her kitchen, cock out and eager for her to return to it. “How are you?”
“Oh, just peachy! We were just doing some tidying up at home; I’ve left it in such a state this week with work and all.” She replied. “Where’s Copper? Isn’t he with you?”
“Oh, yes, just...moving a bit of things around in the bedroom. He’s been a great help.” Octavia reassured her. “We should be done soon and I’ll send him right over.”
“Great. I’m so happy he’s taken to being a good neighbor. After his ex girlfriend broke up with him, I was so worried he’d fall into deviancy. You know how innocent boys can just be so upended after such a thing.” Mrs. Spray said.
“Oh, I do.” Octavia replied. “He’s been a very polite gentleman. You raised him well.” Of course, Octavia’s opinion had nothing to do with the delicious morsel of a neighbor just waiting for them to finish in the kitchen. “Were you needing help or something today, Mrs. Spray?”
“Oh please, you can call me Misty,” the homely woman insisted, “but yes. I was wondering, would you like to come by tomorrow around lunch for a small party? We’re celebrating Copper’s entry into college. I’m so happy he got accepted!”
Octavia could admit, her neighbor’s aura was one of positivity that she could relax around. Even with her hand being in the proverbial cookie jar of Copper’s pants not three minutes ago. “As am I. I told Copper I was quite proud of him finding his place, and at the local college too.” Which wasn’t a lie; she had actually assisted Copper with working out just what college he wanted to attend, searching the offers available for him and feeling out what he was most comfortable with. A part of her was happy he chose to go local, as it meant his presence wasn’t going to fade away anytime soon.
There also was the considerable celebration when they finished in her bedroom for a couple hours as well.
“I’d be delighted to attend. Would you like me to bring anything?” Octavia questioned.
“Oh, just bring yourself. It’s only a small thing, no need to splurge on little old us.” Misty assured her. “And really dear, thank you and miss Vinyl for being so good to him. He always talks about you two. I daresay he almost has a crush on you!”
Octavia’s stomach did a small flop at the innocent suggestion. A titter of a laugh left her lips, and her hand came up to brush her hair over her shoulder. “Oh, now, well. I’m sure Copper’s aim is for other girls. We’re just...good neighbors!” The cover-up put a spot of irritation in Octavia’s mind, but she pushed it aside for the moment. No need to give your lover’s mother a heart attack with the reveal of being a sexual deviant.
“Of course. Well, I’ll let you two get back to it. I’ll see you tomorrow!” Misty said, giving a light wave and departing for her home again. Octavia watched her go a couple steps before closing the door and turning to walk back into the kitchen, relief making her shoulders sag a little.
“The cockblock of all cockblocks; the mother.” Octavia muttered. Misty’s presence, innocent as it was intended, had entirely burned out her arousal from moments before. Sighing to herself, Octavia returned to the kitchen and saw Copper there waiting. He’d redone his fly, and looked to her with a hint of concern.
“I heard...I thought I heard my mom out there.” He told her. “She kinda kills my uh...mood.”
“That makes two of us, my dear Copper.” Octavia told him. “She wanted to invite me over for lunch tomorrow, to celebrate your choice of college. Which is fine; I just wish she’d chosen to check on us in a good oh, fifteen minutes maybe?”
“Heh.” Copper chuckled out, making Octavia grin over at him. His handsome features were always evident to her more when they were alone. She liked to reason that it was for her sake that he could relax and feel more like himself, being happy with her. Imagining how he’d been before with his ex, Octavia could envision he was rarely afforded such moments. With her though, he was always ready with a smile, listening to her speak and never far away with a compliment. His green eyes brightened when she spoke, when they shared a laugh together.
“In my opinion, I’d have preferred thirty with you. Though I doubt I’d have held out that long.”
Case in point.
“Be that as it is, my Copper, we mustn't tarry. She’ll be expecting you home soon, so I am afraid I’ll have to ravish you later.” She told him, leaning over to peck his cheek. The cheek she kissed turned a light red as she stayed close. “But don’t worry. I’ll make it up to you later.”
“...sure we can’t just accidentally break something as an excuse to stay?”
Octavia’s laugh filled the kitchen, joined by Copper before the two did go back to her living room. As Copper helped her heft around her sofa to a better position so it could catch more sunlight from outside, the musician’s mind dwelled on Misty’s words.
‘I daresay he has a crush on you!’
Octavia’s stomach did another flop, but it was one that didn’t leave her with discomfort. Rather instead, she found she could very much be happy if that were the truth, if Copper had developed an affection for her beyond the seduction and teasings they’d shared thus far. But...would he? Was this all just for fun ruse? She kept those questions to herself, the introspection being worth later thinking to preserve the happy atmosphere between the two of them.
The next day arrived, and Octavia made her appearance at Copper’s home in proper fashion and timing, right down to the minute. The warmer climate that day meant she could dress lightly, and found the perfect attire to not only suit her comfort, but also entice Copper while being entirely...well, mostly innocent. It was an outfit meant for a woman with her figure, as the top was a white, shoulderless shirt that was designed to let her cleavage be on display, the deep valley presented but kept decent as the frill hem of the top prevented any accidental exposure, kept in place by a thin string that ran over the tops of her breasts and up around her neck. There was a small sleeve that encircled around her arms just above the elbows, allowing her to move with ease and not worry of her top suddenly slipping off.
The top was tucked into a high waist, black pencil skirt that hugged to her generous curves tight, the skirt coming down to mid-thigh before stopping. From there, a simple pair of pantyhose leggings covered her legs down to her heels, giving her an extra inch of height with the only comfortable pair she could wear and not regret later. She considered applying makeup, but with it being just a small lunch, Octavia forewent the idea save for a touch of lipstick and eyeshadow. It wasn’t vanity that inspired it, but more in the idea of making Copper’s eyes wander. She also kept her hair loose and down, the brushed black curtain of hair reaching down to the small of her back, as lustrous and lovely as ever.
When she’d knocked at the front door, she half expected it to be answered by Copper’s mother or father. A moment’s pondering made her wonder if she still should’ve tried to bring some sort of item with her to contribute to the lunch, at least out of good manners. Granted she wasn’t the most impressive in the kitchen, but it wouldn’t have taken that much labor to whip up something. Those thoughts had been interrupted when the door opened, and it was Copper who was there to greet her. He was in a casual outfit of a simple blue t-shirt and black shorts, barefoot. It took him a moment’s pause to speak, taking in Octavia’s appearance. She beamed under his attention, basking in it.
“I don’t suppose I’ve overdressed for the occasion?” She asked of him.
“Not at all. Wow. You look gorgeous, Octavia.” He assured her. “Just...man. Maybe I should’ve dressed a bit better myself. I must look like garbage next to you.”
Octavia giggled and reached up to his cheek, patting it lightly. With his parents not present at that moment, the musician was free to lean down and peck him on the lips, gentle and loving. Copper returned it as best he was able, even leaning forward to make it last a second longer when she withdrew to speak.
“If you ask me, Copper, you’re still a scrumptious young man. Of course, I might have a preference for you without your clothes on. But we all have our biases.”
Octavia’s words drew color to Copper’s cheeks, and she smiled in response before straightening up as she heard footsteps from the hallway. A moment later, Copper’s mother appeared and she greeted Octavia with a wave and smile.
“Come on in, dear! We’re just about done, Copper can finish setting the table. Do you want coffee? Tea?”
“Tea will be fine, thank you!” Octavia replied before closing the door behind her. Copper waited for her, walking leisurely alongside the taller woman. The hallway was a short path that led to the rest of the house’s main floor, with what looked to be the dining room to her immediate left. To her right was a living room space, a large tv and sofa positioned on opposite walls for easy watching she wagered. Various smells of cooked meats and veggies wafted down to her from the kitchen, which was further on down.
“You know, Copper, I’ve hardly ever been inside your home. It’s always been in the back yard I’ve talked to you and your family.” She noted as she followed him into the dining room. The plates were already arranged and with utensils partially laid out, one half still needing their silverware.
“Crazy when you think about how we’ve been neighbors for forever. But there’s been weirder circumstances out there.” He told her as he proceeded to set the table. “I remember once, Vinyl was practicing on tweaking her equipment outside. The bass blast from her speakers cracked all of dad’s glasses upstairs and made three different car alarms go off!”
Octavia laughed, shaking her head. “That girl...clever as a devil with her soundboards, but with the brashness of a bull in a chinashop.” She commented. “Oh, Copper, the salad fork goes on the other side darling. You’ve got them in reverse.”
The youth paused, then shook his head before looking at her. “I see I’m outclassed a bit here.” He noted, smiling as he followed her instruction. “Anything else that might need fixing?”
Octavia gave the table’s arrangement a once over, practiced eyes looking from each piece to the next. “Your silverware sizes are off, as each piece is supposed to be of the same length and width instead of a multitude of designs. The plates are off from the center by a few inches, particularly the one at the end of the table there.” She gestured with her index finger before continuing, “what sort of meat is your family cooking?”
“...I think beef?”
“Fully cooked, medium well, well done?”
“Uh...I think medium well?”
“Did your father cook it with herbs? Spices?”
“Well, maybe, he could’ve-”
“Was the cow well fed? Perhaps of a rare variety?”
Copper’s utterly perplexed expression broke Octavia’s calm, ushering a fit of giggles out of her that made Copper sputter before laughing as he sat his utensils down. “Oh, I see how it is. We invite you for lunch and you decide now’s the right time to flash that classiness, huh?”
Octavia’s laughter eased up and she eyed her amused audience before answering. “Well, I could always flash something else, you know. Especially with this on.” Copper’s confused look got its answer when she made her chest bounce with a roll of her shoulders, causing his eyes to widen. “Nothing underneath, you know.” She whispered, winking at the befuddled boy.
“Food’s ready!” Copper’s father called, or at least Octavia assumed it was him, since there was only one other male in the house. Copper himself had to snap out of his stupor, coming to his senses and hastily finishing his task as his father entered the room. Tanner Spray, or just Tan as Octavia had learned he liked to be called, was a little on the burly side. His skin color was a dark one in contrast with his son and wife, a deep almost amber color that led credence to his name. His dark brown hair had a couple of grey streaks emerging in it, but he seemed to bear all the energy of a man ten years his junior. He wore a white chef’s smock over a button down t-shirt and khaki shorts, and going off his rounded figure, one could guess he was an excellent cook.
“It certainly smells delightful, Mr. Spray.” Octavia noted, giving a courteous bow of her head to the head of the household.
“Hah! That’s the beauty of fine cooking and practice, miss Melody! But please, call me Tan. Ain’t no need for misters and misses today!” He told her. His bright smile made her return one in kind before taking her seat beside Copper.
The meal itself wasn’t anything overly fancy, but the array of meat, vegetables, and a delicious dessert certainly suited the raven-haired woman. The talk during the lunch was pleasant, giving Octavia a peek into the family dynamics Copper grew up with. His father was a joyful soul, always bearing a laugh at a moment’s notice and looking to make light of any idea. Copper’s mother was a little stern, but cared a great deal about her son’s well-being. It made her smile to see Copper be quick to reassure his mom on his decision to go to college here in town, and that he’d try to find a place to live outside the house if it was affordable.
“Well, if you can’t find a spot, maybe miss Melody could help?” Tan’s suggestion made Octavia pause from a sip of her water, while Copper was flustered at first before scoffing.
“Dad, not really a big move to go one house over you know. Besides, in case you forgot, Octavia has a roommate already. I’d be kinda intruding.” Copper reasoned.
“Oh, right, that Vinyl Scratch girl.” Misty noted, gesturing with her fork. “I hardly ever see her, myself.”
“That’s because to see her, you often need to be awake when everyone else is asleep.” Octavia joked. “I only manage it because I live with her. But she isn’t all bad.”
“Well if not that, maybe Octavia here can give you tips on talking to girls again?” The question had Octavia raise her eyebrow while Copper’s cheeks colored and he ducked his head. “Time you get back in the field, son!”
“Dad, c’mon, not in front of Octavia.”
“I bet she could teach you all kinds of practical things. Turn you into a real charmer of the ladies!” Tan declared, not heeding his son’s objection. “Wasn’t there some gal you had your eye on? You were talking before about her.”
Copper’s cheeks darkened, his eyes darting to Octavia as she looked very curious. This was news to her, especially considering their...unique moments alone.
“Hey, look at that, we’ve got empty plates! Excuse me!” He declared suddenly, scooting his chair back and plucking up his plate and several of the other emptied ones, stepping into the kitchen. A moment later, one could hear the sound of water running in the sink, and Octavia turned her gaze to Copper’s mother who shook her head before giving her husband’s shoulder a light tap with the back of her hand.
“Honestly, Tanner. You have no tact.” Misty told him, making the man chuckle.
“Hey, it’s just a suggestion! Not like I’m marrying him off to the highest bidder.”
“It’s the first I’ve heard of this girl.” Octavia remarked, keeping her eyes on the pair before glancing at the doorway leading to the kitchen. “What has he said of her? Perhaps I’ve seen her around.”
“Oh, well, we have no name to go off of,” Misty told her, “but we know he’s got someone better in his mind now that his ex girlfriend, that Rosemary girl, is gone. I’m happy she is, she wore down poor Copper so much. He’s been so happy lately, it just has to be a girl in his life.”
“I’ve tried to get a name out, but he won’t budge on it. Says it’s his private business, and well, I respect that.” Tanner remarked. “I know he fancies someone though.”
Octavia searched her mind, thinking if there was any indicator to line up with what she was hearing. She was not the type to be overly suspicious, but she didn’t get to this point in life on easy assumptions. With her and Copper’s hidden relationship, of course he wouldn’t have told a soul about themselves. But if he did have a girl who had gotten his attention, be it at school or elsewhere, Octavia was going to get right to the bottom of it.
“And how do you know that?” Misty asked her husband.
“Guy talk. He’s told me a little bit about her. Haven’t seen anybody match up with what he said though, not at school.”
Octavia scratched that area off her mental list. “Any specifics?”
“Well…” Tanner glanced over his shoulder, looking to the doorway. The kitchen water was still running. “All I know is,” he turned back to Octavia, lowering to a conspiratory whisper, “he thinks she’s the most beautiful girl ever. A real gem. He says she turns heads everywhere she goes. So I thought maybe, y’know, a cheerleader or prom queen. But none of those girls talk much to Copper at all. He said she’s incredibly smart, a real talented girl, one he admires a lot. Oh yeah!” Tanner snapped his fingers. “She’s a musician! I remember. Got a heck of a thing for music.”
Octavia’s heartbeat eased, and she started connecting some dots. “A musician, hm? A girl who has the discipline to play music is a good sign, surely.”
“Yeah, what was it she played...a violin...or, you know the bigger violin-thing? Honey what’s it called?” Tanner turned to his wife.
Octavia answered for her. “A cello, Tan. I possess one myself. It’s not an easy instrument to wield, but good no less.” Internally, Octavia felt rather pleased. Intentional or not, Copper was enamored enough with her to brag on her to his parents. The illusion of it being someone his age was a good cover, but she could see right through it. “I’ll see if I hear of anything and let you two know if I come across her.”
Tan nodded as did Misty. “Of course we don’t mean to pry like that. It’s his life, after all.” Misty insisted. “Just we want to see our boy happy. He’s gone from my son to my young man so quickly.”
“I assure you, Misty, you’ve nothing to fear for our dear Copper.” Octavia told her, smiling from her thoughts on the youth. “From what I’ve seen, your son has excellent judgment skills. He can take care of things.”
It was at that time that Copper rejoined them, trying his best to look indignant at his parents as he stood by his seat with a huff. Octavia grinned into her drink as Tan offered an apologetic smile as did his wife.
“Well. I think if we’ve had enough dinner chat, I’m gonna go upstairs and relax. I’m still a bit sore from yesterday, helping Octavia.” Copper told them. “And for the record, when I feel ready to tell you two things like that, I will.”
“Of course honey/we’re sorry, son.” The pair said as one. Octavia waved a hand and looked to the young man beside her.
“I’ve never seen your room before. Indulge a woman’s curiosity, would you Copper?” She asked him, making him blink before nodding quickly, catching on as he met her gaze.
“Uh, sure! Just this way.” He told her, waiting for the black haired woman to get up before leading her upstairs to his room. He paused to look over his shoulder and called to his parents, “you two can finish the rest of the dishes like the grown tattletales you are!”
“Low blow son, but fair!” Tan called back, making Octavia snicker. She stayed close behind him, following him into his bedroom and closing the door behind her once they were both inside, clicking the lock in place. The musician had an expectation for Copper’s room to be a little haphazard, but to her surprise, he actually kept things quite clean and proper. No books out of place, the furniture clean and dusted, bed made. The window had the blinds pulled back, giving a view of her house just over the fence.
“Your mother and father are certainly a charming pair.” Octavia commented. Her speaking prompted Copper to move, stepping in front of her and holding his hands up.
“I am, so so sorry. They made it sound bad. I promise, Octavia, I’m not-” the deluge of apologies was held up as Octavia pressed a finger to his lips, smiling at him.
“Relax, Copper. I do admit it caught me off guard, but it didn’t take long to see what the situation was.” She told him before removing her finger to let him talk again. “Honestly, I’m rather flattered in a way. Bragging on me to your parents?”
“They wouldn’t stop asking, after Rosemary was gone. Y’know how parents can be.” He told her. “I said nothing but good things. But I kept anything telling away from them. I didn’t want to. Uh. Assume anything.”
“Assume? Like what?” Octavia asked.
“Y-you know. Like you’re my girlfriend or something.” He mumbled. His flustered appearance was cute to the busty woman, and she stepped closer, cupping his chin.
“Your girlfriend, hm?”
“Well, I’ve just. Um. You see.” He mumbled out. His eyes wavered, shifting from beside her to her ample cleavage, the exposed creamy white skin of the tops of her breasts to her face. “I don’t know? What to say?”
Octavia hummed in thought. Their situation was certainly a unique one, that much was true. She couldn’t fault him for being a little confused on what to call their affair. Well, it was better than an affair, if she was truthful. Copper acted more of a gentleman than most men she’d known in the past few years. Caring. Thoughtful and mindful of her feelings to the point he didn’t try to assume their relationship but clearly had thoughts on it. He stood in much of the same position she did at times when looking at herself in the mirror, introspective and open, unguarded.
“It’s true, our situation is indeed...different.” Octavia remarked as she let go of him to walk by the window. “Most boys your age go for the younger women, not ones my age. I wouldn’t have been too surprised if there was someone else on your mind and not just myself.”
“There hasn’t been.” Copper walked over to join her, making her look from the next door yard - her yard - to him again. His features were concerned, eyes searching hers. He was open before her, sincere. “I don’t think of anybody. Anyone at all, but you.” He told her. “No one compares to a woman like you.”
The flattery made Octavia’s lips lift into a smile, and she leaned down to kiss him. He didn’t resist, returning it and bringing his hands up to cup the woman’s cheeks, silently asking her to stay there with him. It was enriching, the touch of his lips on hers, making Octavia’s thoughts turn steamy as she remembered that she locked his door when she had closed it. When he withdrew to breathe, she whispered to him.
“I told you flattery does well for a woman. But I love knowing you mean it. Because let’s face it; you’ll never find a girl out there who can compare to me.” Octavia challenged, pecking his lips again and being rewarded with a small nod from him. “The door’s locked, you know.”
“I-it is?”
Octavia’s hand slid down his chest, along his middle before vanishing under his shorts. She palmed his groin, squeezing his dick through his boxers and catching him by surprise as he groaned from her grasp. “Sit on the bed, Copper.”
He did as instructed, moving to sit down and looking up to her as she straddled his lap. Her skirt bunched up along her thighs, giving a peek of her cream-colored skin that wasn’t covered by her leggings. His gaze rose up to stare at Octavia’s smoldering gaze, but she only kissed him again. Her full lips claimed his easily, his hands coming up first to her hips, then to drift into her long hair as she sighed into the kiss. Their parting was wet, lips smacking as she pulled back only a little before grinding her front into his lap, Copper giving a light gasp.
“I can do so many things those girls can’t ever try to do in their dreams, Copper.” Octavia told him. Her lips hovered close to his as she spoke, her voice a soft whisper for him alone to hear while her hand continued to squeeze and stroke his member in his shorts. She could feel him growing in her grasp, her fingertips dancing around his tip in a slow circle before stroking down to grasp his length. Pressing her lips to his again, she gave him a teasing flick of her tongue before pulling back once more. “They rush, they leap, they make mistakes. An experienced woman knows to pace herself. Knows how to please the man in her grasp.” She punctuated her words with a firm squeeze of his cock, causing Copper to moan, his cheeks burning red from her efforts thus far. “Have you been a good boy?”
“Y-yes ma’am. I haven’t...done anything. Since yesterday.” He told her, making Octavia give a wicked grin as the memory of their last encounter came to mind. Interrupted as it was, she still did enjoy toying with him. And now that they had another opportunity, she sought to make use of it.
“Good. I love a man that listens.” She remarked before bringing her free hand from his neck to hers, fiddling with the string of her top and getting Copper’s attention as it came loose. With only a light tug of her finger at her top, the loose cloth slid down and unveiled her impressive bosom for Copper to drink in. His widened eyes drank in the sight of her tits, looking soft and drooping just a touch from their hefty weight. Feeling his cock pulse in her grasp, Octavia’s smile grew as she basked under his gaze, and pulled him into her chest with a light push on the back of his head.
Copper sank into her breasts immediately, eyes closing as he nuzzled into the soft pillows of her chest. Octavia gave a sultry laugh as she felt something wet touch her right breast, before humming her approval as Copper licked and kissed everything he could get ahold of in that position. “You stared at them so much, Copper. I thought you’d enjoy a bit of fun for dessert.” She remarked. Copper’s reply was silence beyond burying his head further into her cleavage, her ample tits able to immerse his head with ease on both sides. It took a little work on her behalf, but with Copper lifting up for a moment, she was able to get his shorts down enough to expose his hardened cock, twitching as she worked her palm up and down.
“And I get mine too...but we can’t be messy today. We have to be good.” She whispered, stroking him faster, making him groan weakly into her breast. His head moved, capturing her nipple in his lips and suckling on it to make her hiss in pleasure. “That’s it honey...that feels so good.” Octavia murmured. Her hand that wasn’t occupied came up to the back of his head, pushing him deeper into her breast and rewarding her with a firm suckle from his lips at her nipple. She could feel herself growing more wet with each passing second, the temptation to shove his cock inside her a burning want. But the risk was too high; for now, this would do.
Octavia’s hand continued to work its magic, her palm gliding up and down his cock with ease as his pre-cum started to drip down the tip and over her fingers, letting her move quicker. The image she saw herself in, sitting in the lap of a man ten plus years her junior, his face in her breasts and his cock in her hand, made her pulse race. They were risking his parents coming by any second, but that hint of risk only seemed to heighten her anticipation and Copper’s as well, if his hand palming her other breast was any indicator. He was groping, kneading her titflesh even as it overwhelmed his hand due to her size. But she rewarded his efforts with a squeeze around his twitching cock, the boy groaning, muffled by her bosom.
“Octavia…” he finally let out, removing himself from her saliva soaked nipple, her darkened areola having a sheen of spit on it as well. He didn’t need to warn her further, from how much pre-cum was leaking, he was eager to burst. Licking her lips, Octavia moved back a little, getting off his lap and kneeling down in one smooth motion before engulfing the tip of his cock in her mouth. Her full lips squeezed around the sensitive tip, her tongue flicking at the leaking cockend as her eyes stared up at him, a silent demand for his climax.
He answered her request with a groan, covering his mouth with his hand to stifle his sounds as his cock fired off into her maw. Octavia’s eyes drifted shut, basking in the taste of his seed washing over her tongue as he came. She swallowed in earnest once there was enough to form a hefty pool in her mouth, swirling it around with her tongue as Copper went slack in front of her, utterly wiped by the feeling of ecstasy running over him. She released his cock, pulling back and letting him look on as she opened her mouth, showing the gathered cum before swallowing it. She could feel his thick cum trail down her throat, her core twitching in want before she licked her lips clean and smiled up at her young lover.
“A lovely dessert for sure.” she purred, staying kneeling there as she gazed down to his cock, the now half-flaccid member resting there over the top of his shorts before she tucked it back in for the panting young man before her. “And one I’ll want to keep in mind while I’m gone.”
“Gone?” Copper’s eyes widened and he focused on her, despite her topless state in that moment. “Where are you going?”
“I have to pop down to Canterlot for a couple of days. More orchestra training for new strings and they want an experienced professional on deck.” She told him, offering an apologetic smile. “I was going to tell you after lunch and we were alone.”
“Talk about softening the blow.” Copper quipped, making Octavia give a soft laugh before she stood up. She fastened the string ties of her top at the back of her neck again, making herself somewhat decent once more. Copper stayed seated, looking up at the raven-haired beauty. “...don’t suppose I could come with you?”
“Were I to take you with me, my dear Copper, the orchestra would surely be short a chair and cello.” She told him, making him pout. It was adorable, and endearing, to see him openly express wanting her to stay around. “Now, now. Before long, I’ll be back home and here with you again. But you can use this time for yourself. You’ll need to check on things for your college courses, see to your needs you’ll have to prepare for. But you can do one thing for me, if you want.”
“Sure? What’s that?”
Octavia leaned down, kissing his forehead and making him smile before she whispered in his ear. “Be a good boy and don’t do one naughty thing until I get home. Save up all that energy for when I come home, so we can celebrate together. Believe me, by the time I finish with those pompous boys and girls up North, I’ll certainly be looking to unwind. And you can help me with that.”
“Yes...yes ma’am. I’ll behave.”
His obedient tone made Octavia’s lips curl into a smile, and she kissed him properly this time, Copper returning it as best he could before she withdrew.
“Now come along. I imagine your parents may wonder just how much I’ve squeezed out of you about your ‘mystery girlfriend’.” She teased, making him sputter and her to laugh.
Three Days Later
The evening sky over Ponyville was clear that night, Luna’s moon bright and full as the stars of her constellations were spread about the pitch black canvas. Gazing up at it from her room’s window, Octavia felt a sense of calm wash over her. It was good to be back in Ponyville again, the work trip to Canterlot being more burdensome than she’d planned on. The request for her presence was sold to her as being a helping hand for the orchestra’s new members who were still finding their footing. There was no lack of talent, but more a lack of nerves, but nothing Octavia couldn’t work with.
However, fate had other ideas as on the night of their performance, where Octavia intended to be merely an observer, two of the new members up and vanished. Some suspected they fled from stage fright, or caught some sort of illness. The busty musician wasn’t one to see her orchestra suffer from misfortune, so she stepped up to the task herself. Facing down unfamiliar music sheets, a set of new players on either side of her, and an expectant audience, many might balk at the idea and consider it beyond their kin.
They were not Octavia Melody.
Sighing at the memory of the hectic third day, the black haired musician sought to put it out of mind. Exiting her bedroom and coming downstairs, she let a smile come to her expression as she had contacted Copper on the way home. Fortune finally came through for the musician, as he informed her his parents were gone on a date night out the next evening, meaning they could relax together without interruption or prying eyes. It was exactly what she’d wanted after three days of work, three days of endless practice, and three days of a bed without a warm body to stay with her.
They’d played nice while Celestia’s sun was still in the sky, Copper letting her vent about her trip to Canterlot as he worked in the yard. That alone was a benefit to the musician, just to have someone let her speak freely without restraint. It was a trait of Copper’s she enjoyed, his instinctive deference to her. His expression of elation at seeing her was heartwarming as well, she realized, even without her trying to dress up or look appealing to him. It was like her presence alone was enough to bolster the youth’s spirits, no matter the time or day.
“And with Vinyl out of the way, it’s just me and him.” She told herself, coming out the back door to walk out towards her intended destination. The hot tub had taken a little bit of work to prep for tonight, making sure the water was clean and the engine itself wouldn’t pose any problems. Fortunately for her, the hot tub gave far less trouble than her orchestra had. It was half the part of the plan for tonight anyway. The other half was coming through the fence gate now, making her smile as he came over to her.
“I’m not too early, am I?” Copper asked. He had on a simple pair of blue swim shorts, a t-shirt thrown over his upper half. His eyes looked caught between anticipatory and eager as he looked at the musician.
“Not at all. I trust your family’s well on their way to their evening out?” Octavia asked.
“Yeah. They left about fifteen minutes ago I think.” He replied before looking to the hot tub as the water slowly churned and bubbled. “I haven’t gotten in one of these in ages.”
“Nor have I. But it seemed the perfect thing after this demanding week.” Octavia told him before tugging loose the ties of her bathrobe. “And good company makes it all the better.” She added before letting the bathrobe slip off her figure, letting it pool behind her on the ground.
Seeing Copper visibly react to her reveal gave her a small thrill while he drank in the sight of her bikini-clad body. The buxom woman’s color choice was purple yet again, but the style of the bikini was different than her usual. Before, it was arguable that her swimsuit would keep her decently covered, but this one’s styling was akin to the thin-strapped style that most would consider scandalous to wear. The weight of her hefty breasts did strain a little against the fabric, but it held firm, sloping over the top of her breast and around to her back. Her areola peeked out from either side of the straps, the sheer heftiness of her bosom evident as the outline of her nipples could be seen. Her bikini bottom was no less sinfully provocative, a thin number that only brought out the swell of her hips and the roundness of her ass cheeks.
Copper was left staring as the black haired woman tossed her hair over her shoulder, then gave a small spin in place before his view, a small shimmy of her rear making his jaw clamp shut. “You like it?”
“I love it. You look amazing in it.” He breathed out, and she beamed at him.
“Come with me. Let’s get in and relax together.” She invited him. If he could’ve, Octavia imagined he’d have torn his shirt off right away. He was quick to disrobe though, but stopped before getting in as Octavia held up a hand. “Now, now. No need for those.” She said, gesturing at his shorts. He blushed, the dimmed lights still bright enough to make out the red in his cheeks before he obeyed without a question, slipping them off. Octavia licked her lips at the sight of him nude, his cock dangling a little before he stepped up and into the warm water.
“Ooh. Oh! Little hot. Little hot.” He muttered as he sank into the tub before acclimating, relaxing and looking up as Octavia stepped up to join him. Being a fair bit taller than he was, she seemed to tower over him before she came down to his level, seating herself beside him and draping her arm over his shoulders to bring him closer to her. He didn’t resist, scooting closer to the busty musician with his shoulder brushing her breast gently before coming to rest there.
“Now this is more like it.” She sighed, closing her eyes. Her hand wandered along Copper’s chest, fingertips grazing along his chest and along the lines of muscle that were there. “Are you cozy, Copper?”
“D-definitely.” He said, Octavia opening her eyes as she felt his hand reach up to hers on his chest. He held it gently, making her petting motion stop for the moment. “Um. Octavia?”
“Yes dear?”
“I had a question to ask. If it’s ok.”
“Your body’s nothing to be ashamed of, Copper. Can you fault a woman for wanting a little eye candy?” She teased.
“W-what? No, no, that’s...it’s fine. It’s for you. That makes it fine.” He told her. “It’s something else.”
Octavia could tell something was genuinely on the youth’s mind, so she turned to him and gave her full attention. The water bubbled in the background of her mind while she looked to her nervous looking lover. “What is it, Copper?”
“I thought about it some, while you were out of town. And I realized I really, really missed you being here. And thinking on that, it...uh. I-I just came to realize that…”
“Yes?”
“...I said before I didn’t want to assume you as my girlfriend. Because I didn’t want to, you know, be arrogant. You’re a wonderful, amazing, beautiful woman. You could go for any man and have him, if you wanted. And...it’s still been me. So I was...I was wondering. Is there...any chance of this...going farther?” He questioned.
Of all the things she’d been expecting to hear, Octavia had been least expecting that. Her heart had almost been setting itself ready for him to say he’d found someone while she was gone, but instead, they were on this very separate track instead. “Farther how, Copper?”
“Like...if I did ask you to be my...girlfriend. Do I have any sort of shot? At all?”
It took Octavia a second to comprehend his wording, before she giggled softly. Copper’s confused expression brought her back, prompting her to rest a hand on his shoulder.
“Most men in your situation, Copper, would assume they already have their shot. Since you’ve shared my bedroom, my living room, the pool, and elsewhere with me several times.” She teased, making him blush at the accounting of their occasional naughtiness. “But you’re not one to assume, as you said. And that’s different. I like that in you.” She lifted her left leg up to rub against his right leg, the friction of bare skin against each other under the water making him shiver a little.
“Our situation is certainly a different one. But it’s not one that cannot be just because of our age difference.” Octavia told him. “I’m hardly the first woman to go cherry picking on the younger ones than men my age. But there’s a couple things I want you to consider first.”
“O-of course. Like what?”
Octavia smiled down at him, seeing she had his full focus. His gaze never wavered from hers, as tantalizing as she looked then. “I’m not a woman to be bought, for one thing. My wealth is more than enough to keep me comfortable for quite a time. Which means between us, you’d not be the bread-winner. Which of course I’d encourage you to pursue work, far be it from me to keep you from your dreams. But some men have issues with not being the bread-winner. What do you think?”
“I mean...I get that. I would still want to, you know, surprise you with gifts. Like your birthday, or on the holidays, you know?” Copper replied. “And let’s be real here; you’re much more amazing than I am. It’s a little hard to compete with a woman known as Canterlot's best string musician for five years running.”
“Oooh...someone’s been reading articles. Good boy.” Octavia praised, making Copper relax a little. “But more important than that; suppose we did take this further. You would have to deal with the reactions of the world around you. Some might not take well to one like me snatching you up.” She explained.
“Why’s that?”
“Oh, there’s phrases that come to mind. Cradle-robber is one I know some fancy.” She told him.
“I’m an adult now though. They can’t really stop me from pursuing somebody I...uh. That I really really like.” He told her, making her nod. “Besides, isn’t what matters most you and I being happy? That’s what I’d really want out of this most. Seeing you happy, makes me feel like I’m doing something right. Something good.”
Octavia listened, bringing her hand up to run through Copper’s hair as he spoke. In truth, her heart was racing from this unexpected conversation. Deep down, she wanted Copper to take that step up, but had chosen to put it on the back burner. She didn’t want to deny the young man before her his right to choose how his life would go. But hearing that his happiness and her’s were interwoven delighted her to no end.
“Would you defend me, if they came to accuse me?” She asked.
“I’d beat them all back with the nearest stick I could find. It’s...it’s my choice. My decision. And if I’m being asked to consider any other woman out there, or you? I’d pick you, Octavia.”
The heartfelt declaration made Octavia’s cheeks color, the woman biting her lip as she felt herself yearn to physically express the same warm desire that she expected was coursing through Copper’s veins. She shifted in her seat, sinking into the water a little further and spreading her legs before tugging on Copper’s arm to get him to move. When she had him where she wanted him, the youth was pinned up against her chest, her right leg weaving itself around his own while she stared down at him. His head rested against her hefty bosom, only his eyes being above her cleavage.
“Consider yourself officially off the market, Copper.” she purred before pulling him up to claim his lips in an intense kiss. The youth returned it with equal vigor, taking confidence in her passionate action to push himself into the kiss more. The pair stayed like that, lips locked and savoring the contact before Copper withdrew, smiling as he breathed in. His forehead rested against hers, as he’d lifted himself up to make sure he could meet her lips without strain on her behalf. She basked in the contact, her mulberry purple eyes staring into his green own. “You’re mine.”
“T-thank you. F-for saying yes, I mean.” He stuttered out, glancing down. Octavia did as well, and found herself yearning as she saw his cock was half hard, no doubt aided by the relaxing waves of the tub and, of course, herself.
“Since I am your new girlfriend, Copper. Why don’t we...consummate the idea?” She suggested. “After all, you’re clearly giving yourself to me. So perhaps allow me to indulge myself a little?”
“What would you like?”
Octavia’s grin was hungry, as her hand reached down to grasp his cock and give it a squeeze, making Copper groan.
“Sit down on the tub’s edge here. Let me work from there.”
Copper was quick to obey, released from Octavia’s grasp for the moment to perch himself on the rim of the hot tub. He had to scoot forward a little once there to make sure he wouldn’t risk falling backwards, while Octavia got up and waited for him to get comfortable. Once he was, she zeroed in on his cock, scooting closer and kneeling on the floor of the hot tub. It put her at eye level with his cock, her breasts halfway out of the water as she peered up to him. “Were you a good boy while I was gone?” She questioned.
“Yes ma’am. I held off. Just like you wanted.” He assured her. “...wasn’t easy to do.”
“Did you think about me?” She asked as she gripped his cock, lifting it up to give the tip a loving kiss. Her plush lips pressed to his cock as she kissed down it’s growing length, dotting it affectionately while she listened.
“Y-yes. I was good though. I didn’t give in.”
“You didn’t...but I’m giving in right now.” She murmured before taking his cock into her mouth, lips caressing him from all sides as she worked herself down his length in one long stroke before raising back up. Her tongue explored him, the taste making her senses light up as she relished the contact. Her wet appendage worked its way around him, her head slowly bobbing back and forth as she worked him up to being fully hard in a matter of seconds. His twitching against her tongue encouraged her, opening her eyes to look up at him before pulling back.
Copper watched her, breathing deeply as she grabbed for his cock with her hand, stroking it and leaning him back to focus on his balls. She nuzzled into them, taking a perverse pleasure in just feeling them rub against her face, the tiny hairs tickling her before her hunger made itself known again. She licked at his sack, tongue in action as she lifted and circled around his sensitive orbs before bringing one into her mouth to suckle on. Octavia inhaled through her nose, his musk permeating her thoughts and making her stroke him faster as she worked him over. With every inhale of him, she felt her lips grow wetter, eager for more of him.
Releasing his spit-soaked ball from her mouth, Octavia licked up along his sack and up his cock to the tip, swirling her tongue around the sensitive end before she reached behind her. The momentary pause confused Copper until he saw her strap come undone, her breasts now freed from the cloth bindings. Octavia basked under his gaze, toying with her breasts and groping them before him, his cock throbbing right before her. She smiled, giving her lips a brief swipe with her tongue before speaking.
“He needs somewhere warmer.” She cooed up at him before lifting up, bringing his cock into her cleavage before squeezing her tits around his cock. Copper moaned in bliss, as Octavia pressed all around him with her chest. Her sheer size engulfed him, the titflesh hiding his cock from view and leaving the youth to moan from the sensation. The busty musician worked him over, lowering her tits down to give the swollen tip a tender kiss before she spoke again. “Fuck my tits, Copper.”
He was quick to react, pumping his hips back and forth to slide his cock in and out of her valley. The light slap of his groin meeting her breasts made Octavia hum in approval, feeling even the weight of his balls bounce off the underside of her tits. His cock could only just peek out from her breasts as he thrust in, leaving him almost entirely immersed in her. His hands found her shoulders for balance, leaving Octavia to hold onto her breasts and squeeze them tighter around him. Warm liquid seeped into her cleavage, spreading more as he continued thrusting, his pre-cum soaking into her skin. She basked in the sensation, throwing her head back as her young lover took his lusts out on her breasts.
Hearing him moan just from enjoying her titfuck brought Octavia back, shifting her position to let his cock emerge more from her cleavage. Seeing the reddened tip try to shove itself up at her face made her grin before she extended her tongue, the pink muscle swiping at and lavishing him with saliva and affection together. The taste of his precum on her tongue was blissful, as the rhythmic sound of his groin slapping against her bosom continued.
“They feel so good...I’m not gonna...last long.” He warned her between thrusts, bringing her view back down to his cock.
“Good. Spray me down. Cum all over my chest, Copper. I want it. I want so badly to feel your cum all over my breasts.” She urged him, beckoning him on. Octavia’s fingers toyed with her nipples, the sensitive nubs being pulled on by her fingers as Copper panted for air above her. He didn’t hold out much more once she started moaning from their combined efforts, his hips jerking as he pushed up into her cleavage before the first salvo of his seed spewed from his tip. It was thick and heavy as it splashed out across the tops of her chest before sliding down her breasts. More and more came from his tip, the force weakening and soaking her cleavage in his cum as he rode out his orgasm.
By the time he finished and pulled out from it, his cock made an obscene wet sound as it left the makeshift fuck-tunnel, leaving Octavia to hold her breasts up and run her fingers along his essence that coated her tits. Coating one index finger in his seed, she brought it to her lips and moaned around the digit, relishing his taste and setting her nethers ablaze with want.
“Very good. Very, very good.” She praised before licking up more of his seed as Copper looked on. Seeing him watching, Octavia made a show of her pink tongue circling the cum-stained digits, his half-hard member giving a twitch on the water’s surface. “Better than most of the wines I drink, even.”
“You’re just saying that.” Copper protested, looking sheepish under her hungry gaze.
“If you know me by now, Copper, you know I mean it.” She purred before glancing at his cock, then back up to his face. “Perhaps you mean to compare with another flavor you’re familiar with?”
Copper’s cute, confused expression humored the musician before she rose up from kneeling, her bare breasts bouncing before his view. The water made her long black locks cling to her shoulders and neck as she turned away from him, approaching the other end of the tub. Making use of the different step levels that the tub had, Octavia positioned herself so she could lay down over the deck of the tub, her breasts rubbing against the much cooler wood surface past the water’s edge as well as her bare midriff. It let her push out her round ass in Copper’s direction, and she saw him staring at it as she looked over her shoulder.
Smiling to herself, she reached behind with a hand and tugged loose the string tie that kept her bikini bottom up, letting the now freed cloth fall into the water to float away from the two. Her ass cheeks bounced and swayed as she moved her hips, Copper’s head shifting slightly to follow her movements. “I can’t be the only thirsty one here, Copper.” She beckoned to him.
He was on her in seconds, wading across the water to stop just before her rear end. Copper’s hands came up, groping and squeezing at her cheeks and making her hum at his touch. His fingers sank into the fat of her rear, overwhelming his hands with ease. “Can I be one hundred percent honest, Octavia?”
“What’s that, Copper dear?”
“Your ass is almost as fantastic as your breasts. How do you do it?”
Octavia snickered to herself. “When you lift a Cello that weighs more than you do, you tend to get a good workout. A woman like me has to keep in good shape.” She gave her rear another shake, and felt Copper again squeeze her rear, toying with her cheeks and spreading them apart. “I think I do a gooOH!”
She was cut off as a wet and warm tongue licked along the inside of her rear, not quite reaching her pussy but no less stimulating to feel as he worshipped her rear. Copper had his head pressed square up into the valley of her ass, his hands coming round to squeeze her from the outside and around his head. He seemed inclined to agree with her, if his worshipful tongue spoke for him. It swiped left and right, up and down, long strokes that let him bask in the pure taste of her unmentionables. Octavia let a moan escape her when his tongue did find her waiting and wanting pussy, at first given only a brief tease as he swiped too far up and wound up licking the small bush of her hair above her entrance.
“A-a little lower, Copper.” She asked, and he obeyed, earning another moan from her as his tongue dove deep into her snatch. Her walls pulsed from the contact, the wet invader making her legs shake and her rear to bounce a little against Copper’s face. If he bore any difficulty from her reactions, he didn’t vocalize it. Instead, his hands continued to knead and massage her ass cheeks as he ate her out, his tongue stretching deeper into her folds before circling back and around in a long circle that she relished. “Oh, yes. Yes, there,” she sighed in bliss, “Just like that!”
Octavia’s pleasure was making her toes curl under the water, the cool wood of the deck against her nipples only enhancing the sensations playing across her mind. It felt like the small sparks of pleasure that Copper was giving her was growing with each passing second. Had she the flexibility, she’d have reached behind her to push him further into her rear, but needed both arms to keep herself upright properly. She could only envision how Copper looked, head buried under her hefty rear end while his lean arms enwrapped about her. His tongue was doing marvelous things to her, massaging the roof of her pussy and lathering itself in her juices that flowed from his efforts. If he had any difficulty breathing in that position, he made no point of it to her.
Her eyes drifted shut as she let herself be lost to his efforts, one of his hands drifting off of her rear to rub along her thigh and massaging the muscles his fingertips found as he explored. It came as a pleasurable shock to her though when a rogue finger suddenly penetrated her pussy along with his tongue, her eyes shooting open and making her squeal. It started to rub back and forth, sawing in and out in tandem with his tongue that was pressed to the bottom side of her nethers. He was hitting so many points at once, Octavia could hardly form her praise.
“More! More, Copper! More!” She urged, and he obeyed. The fire was rising in her core as he worked her over, a second finger joining the first and now grazing up against her clit when they could manage it. She closed her eyes, breathlessly moaning when she could remember to even keep a bit of air in her lungs. The finishing blow was his fingers digging deep into her twitching cunt, while his tongue circled her clit to lavish it with loving affection. It was too much for her, and the busty woman could only clench herself around Copper’s fingers and head as her legs trembled, her eyes rolling as she rode out the long sought climax. Even then, he never relented, continuing to lavish her pussy with his tongue until her muscles relaxed.
Feeling him pull back from her rear end, Octavia looked over her shoulder once more. Copper’s eyes were on her, his lips and chin wet not from the tub, but her own orgasmic juices she’d splashed onto him. His cheeks were flushed, and when she looked down, she saw his cock throbbing eagerly, aimed straight at her.
“I want you in me now, you beautiful stud you.” She urged, still out of breath from the oral assault he’d given her. Her hand reached around to her ass, moving one cheek to the side to give a peek of her pussy again, certain that her lower lips were now swollen and eager for him to fill her again. Copper’s approach was quick, positioning himself so he stood high enough to line himself right up with her needful pussy. Two strokes to rub up against her lips and to soak his cock in her femcum was all he needed before he slipped right into her, the tip easing into her nethers like the perfect tool.
“Oh, yes. Yes. Deeper, give me all of it!” Octavia demanded. She arched her back, pushing into his thrust and getting him further into her needful entrance. His lap bumped into her rear, the fat cheeks spreading against his groin while she clenched around his cock. She was almost delirious with pleasure, basking in the moment of being filled with such a young cock, not even caring if any neighbors happened upon them then. Let them watch as she had him claim her.
Copper’s hips pulled back, and he thrust into her again, the slap of his hips making her moan as well as the force of his cock slamming into her wanting pussy. He took to her wants with gusto, his pace hard and slow to let her feel each thrust and to bask in the sensation. Octavia could feel his hands grip at her hips, then her middle as he worked both her and himself up. Being raised up as she was, her massive breasts were bouncing in tandem with his motions, their weight making them jiggle in a long up and down motion that she let herself enjoy.
“Fuck me, Copper! Fuck me!” She begged, the request half filtered through her moans as he picked up speed. His hands started to slip from their grip, and Octavia felt him stumble a little forward before his fingers found respite on her heaving chest. His palms squeezed around her hardened nipples, stimulating the sensitive nubs as he claimed her from behind, his head against the small of her shoulders. Octavia could feel his gasps for air against her skin, making her feel all the more heated.
She did her best to return the efforts, squeezing his cock inside her and rocking her ass back in time with his thrusts to let him reach further inside her. He was hitting every sweet point she wanted, sweat now working its way down her neck and back. Copper’s firm body grinded up against her back, his middle and chest against her and letting her experience the full weight of him working his cock into her. Octavia basked in it, her mind cementing the consistent pleasure that this was her cock now, her boyfriend, her lover that was ravishing her. His fingers tugged at her nipples, giving them a hard pull as he slammed into her rear end.
“Copper!” She gasped, throwing her head back and staring up into Luna’s sky. The hard rhythm had fallen into a pure jackhammer feeling, Copper losing himself to their shared passion as he filled her with his manhood. He seemed lost himself, as well, tongue licking at her shoulder as he kissed her when he seemed to think to. It was tender, loving, the right dose of affection in their heated lust that had her already working up to another climax. He was throbbing inside her, or she thought he was; her focus was shattered in the moment.
“Oc-Octavia!” he called back to her, muffled by her shoulder but audible enough for her to hear. He was groaning, panting for air behind her. “I’m gonna...can’t...I’m gonna!”
“Give it to me, Copper. Give me that cum. Give me your seed!” Octavia beckoned, and not a moment later did Copper’s control snap. He hilted himself into her, throbbing against her own pulsing walls as his tip swelled up before releasing another round of cum. It splashed against her womb, the sensitive walls firing up moreso from the heated contact of his thick cum filling her pussy. It gave her what she needed, her whole body shaking as a second climax slammed into Octavia, centered on their joined intimates. Every shot of him, every pulse was echoed in a shake of her body, milking his cock for its seed. She couldn’t get her body to unclench until Copper released her and lifted off her, withdrawing his cock and leaving her feeling almost wrongly empty without it.
“Oh man. Oh my Celestia.” Copper panted out, stumbling to a seat in the hot tub water and staying there as Octavia started to come down from the orgasmic high she’d experienced. “I’ll never get tired of that.”
It was an innocent statement, praising of her love making and she knew it. But her lust used it, twisted it into a challenge for herself. Octavia’s gaze fell to her lover’s body, his chest rising and falling as he took in gulps of air. His cock was beneath the water, out of her view. But he was young. He could go again with the right motivation. Straightening up, Copper looked to watch as she turned and approached him, wading through the water with languid, easy steps and looking up when she towered over him.
“Neither will I. Nor am I finished with you yet.” She murmured, getting closer and coming down to occupy his lap. She settled her legs on either side of him, easily dwarfing his own as her large round end pressed down on his thighs. Her breasts rested halfway into the water, just under Copper’s chin as he looked up at her. He held her gaze, and gave a smile to the older woman that earned one in kind from her.
The kiss that followed was slow, but lustful as Octavia took the lead from Copper and had him soon pressed back against the wall of the hot tub. Her arms went around behind him to embrace him, keeping him close as her tongue licked at his own and savored the wet caress he offered back. With both of them naked, she could feel his cock rest against her lap though it had yet to recover from their previous round. But she knew a way around that to please them both, making her pull back from their lip lock before letting Copper watch as she rose up and turned, planting her rear in his lap and his cock against her ass cheek.
“Let me do some of the work, Copper.” She offered, shimmying her rear until she felt him be wedged between her cheeks. “If you want to use those hands, there’s two spots up front they can go.” Her suggestion prompted him to bring his hands up and around, sinking them into her breasts and kneading the tender titflesh he could get ahold of. Octavia’s pleased sigh seemed to encourage him as he set about massaging her mounds, as she ground against his cock and let him hotdog her plump rear end, working him up again little by little. “There you go.”
If Copper was bothered at all by the weight of her in his lap, fatigued state or not, he didn’t express a single idea of it. In fact, he seemed more in tune to the idea of being as close to Octavia as possible. With her back to him, it made it easy for him to nuzzle between her shoulders, even with her curtain of black hair in the way, to kiss and caress her form all the more. The tender appreciation was echoed in his hands as they continued to work her massive tits. Even though they dwarfed his hands, he gave no less effort in trying to shape them and play with them, earning appreciative hums from the busty musician. She continued to work her rear against him, feeling some life start to return to his cock.
“You young ones are never down for long...I love it.” She appraised, smiling as she felt Copper kiss her shoulder up to her neck. It prompted her to reach up and behind her to Copper’s head, able to caress the top of his head thanks to his position there. She could feel him growing against her ass, moment by moment, his groping becoming more firm and deeper as he worked himself up. Before he could get too far along, though, she took hold of his hands and got up. The momentary pause confused Copper until she sat back down in his lap, now facing him and giving him a proper face full of her cleavage.
“I’ve got you now…” she teased, a sultry laugh playing on her lips as she ground her pussy against the base of his cock. The sensation teased her as much as him, and she took only a moment to rub his face against her swells before raising up and aligning him with her entrance, sliding down his member with ease and giving a thrilled moan. Copper could only hold onto her as she moved, too lost in the erotic sensation that was the woman before him. He went to her breasts, claiming the right nipple while his hand toyed with the left, making Octavia work her hips more as she rode him slowly.
Up and down, up and down, she stroked every inch he gave with her pussy from tip to base. She kept the pace slow, her focus letting her speak more as Copper nipped and licked her breasts. “You’re all mine, Copper. There’s no going back now. No girl,” she thrust down, “no other woman,” a lift up, “will do what I can do for you.” She slid down and clenched around him, making him moan into her tit. The vibration of sound added to his efforts, pushing her to up the pace of her riding him. The water splashed from her motions, her hair flaring around her head and shoulders in one smooth continuous motion. When Copper pulled back for air, she watched as he seemed in awe of her, prompting her to bring him back into her cleavage again and hold him there as she rode him faster.
“Your cock is filling me so good, Copper. This pussy wants just your cock in it, you’re made for it.” she whispered to him, using her arms to squeeze her breasts around his head moreso. The constant jiggle of her bosom meant Copper rarely had a moment without some degree of breast in his vision, but he never let go and never pulled away. He seemed to be as fixated on her as she was on him. His cock throbbed within her depths, Octavia feeling his tip brush her innermost walls and making her moan louder.
“Cum for me, Copper. Cum for me.” She chanted to him, feeling his hips start to buck upwards into her riding. There was little rhythm or pacing to it, sometimes the pair of them mismatching their motions. But the thrill of it overshadowed any sort of slipup. Octavia imagined if he could hold out longer, she might hit one more climax. But from his throbbing, he was too close to hold out. A kiss atop his head was her last gesture before speaking.
“Cum in your girlfriend’s cunt, Copper.”
The reminder of their new relationship blasted Copper’s will to shreds, and with a weary groan, he released his cum into her nethers again. The warmth was blissful, washing over Octavia as she held onto him, keeping him hilted inside of her so she could experience every drop he had to give. She panted for air, gasping much like he was. It was only as she came down from the high of the creampie he’d given her that she released her grip, and Copper fell back against the hot tub’s railing.
“Copper? Oh. Oh dear.”
The next morning had Octavia alongside Copper at her dining room table, the older woman bearing a delighted expression. The combination of fatigue from their rampant sex and the heat of the hot tub had done the youth in, which had caught Octavia by surprise. Once she was sure he was ok, it was just a matter of turning the hot tub off and helping to bring him into the house to let him rest in her bedroom. She had enough experience with Vinyl’s occasional drinking parties to handle a little body shuffling.
“...I’m still trying to believe this is all real. That you really said yes.” Copper told her, looking up from his tea. She’d brewed a pot for them both that morning, forgoing coffee for now.
Octavia had on her bathrobe once more, knowing she needed a shower that morning to clean up after so long in the tub. Copper would as well, likely, though neither sought it out yet. “Believe it, dearest. I’m yours now, and you’re mine.” She assured, pecking him on the cheek and earning a blush out of him from the gesture. “This can be the beginning of a wonderful chapter for us both in both our lives. And to be sincere, I am quite delighted.”
“I’m glad. But uh...how do we tell Vinyl?” He asked. Octavia paused at the question; it wasn’t like Vinyl was exactly going to oppose the idea. But it would be a surprise development for the DJ.
“I’ll tell you how.” Vinyl’s voice snapped both of their attentions to the doorway to the living room, where the shades-less DJ herself stood there. She looked a touch weary, no doubt worn from the tour and travel. Her club shirt had a few unusual stains on it, and it looked as if she’d not managed to shower yet that day as well. “By letting her watch the whole thing on our security system she rigged up a couple weeks ago. Bam!” She held up her phone, displaying a photograph of the pair locked in the intimate moment of Copper taking her from behind. “You two are adorable. And freaking lewd as Tartarus! Seriously what do they feed you, Copper?”
Copper, for his behalf, was completely caught off guard at such a private thing being recorded and gave no reply. Octavia, however, settled for rolling up the newspaper she’d laid on the table, and stalking over to Vinyl.
“Oh, come on! You got to get nookie, he got a girlfriend, I should get something! Ow! Octy, no! Ow!”
As Copper was left to look on while his new girlfriend chased her roommate around the house with a rolled up newspaper, a touch of manic glee in her efforts, one could envision that indeed this was a new beginning for his life. One that would no doubt make things very, very interesting to see just where it would lead them. There was no real way to know where it would lead, but at least he knew for certain he had someone special in his life, right next door.