Chapter Five:
A Little Taste
The next afternoon, Evelyn found Savannah out back again, barefoot in the grass, watering the roses that had started to creep over the hedge. Evelyn walked over with a soft smile, still warm from the memory of the night before, the way she’d bent over the arm of the couch while Walter fucked her from behind, her eyes glued to Savannah’s pink lips wrapped around that big cock.
Savannah turned at the sound of her footsteps, already grinning. There was no fluster this time, no shy apology. Just that same young, dangerous glint in her eye.
“Hey, Evelyn.” Savannah’s voice danced with mischief. “Did you… enjoy the show last night?”
Evelyn pressed a hand to her chest, laughing softly. “Oh, sweetheart, more than you know. I think you two are going to kill us if you keep that up.” She leaned closer, voice dropping. “I swear, I was wetter than I’ve been in… oh, decades.”
Savannah giggled, tapping the hose against her calf. “Good. I’m glad. Jax said you two deserved it.” She tilted her head, teasing. “You know, he likes knowing you’re watching.”
Evelyn felt her cheeks warm, her eyes dropping shyly before they darted back up. “You know, I’ll tell you something silly.” She laughed, a little embarrassed but too thrilled to keep it inside. “Watching him last night, the way he finished in your mouth like that… I couldn’t help thinking, Lord, I wonder how that cock would feel.” She raised an eyebrow, conspiratorial. “It’s so… huge.”
Savannah’s eyes sparkled. “Oh, it is,” she teased back, biting her lip. “Took me a while to really enjoy it. But once you get used to it? Mmm.” She made a tiny roll of her hips that made Evelyn giggle like a schoolgirl.
“I swear,” Evelyn said, leaning on the fence like she might float away, “back in my dancing days I’d have handled that just fine. Pretty ass arched up, all flexible. But these days? I’d just like to taste it. Once.” Her voice dropped into a warm hush. “Always wondered what one of those big, beautiful cocks would be like.”
Savannah laughed, low and wicked but sweet. “You know,” she teased, twisting the hose around her wrist, “if you teased him, he might let you. Jax loves showing off, especially if it gets you off.”
Evelyn swatted her arm, laughing too. “Oh, hush. He wouldn’t want an old lady like me kneeling for him when he’s got a young, perfect thing like you.”
Savannah leaned in, eyes glinting. “Don’t be so sure. If I told him to, he’d probably say yes. Grant your little wish.” She laughed again, but her nipples perked against her tank top just saying it. “God, Evelyn. You’d look so cute on your knees.”
They exchanged numbers that afternoon, giggling over the hedge like teenagers passing notes. Savannah couldn’t stop smirking to herself all evening.
Two nights later, Savannah caught Jax in the bedroom, towel around his waist, fresh out of the shower. She crawled onto the bed, straddling his lap, tracing his collarbone with her finger.
“Hey, babe,” she murmured, voice soft and sweet. “You remember Evelyn?”
Jax laughed. “How could I forget?”
Savannah leaned in, whispering at his ear. “She wants to taste it.” She bit his neck gently when she felt his cock twitch under her thigh. “I told her I’d ask. She’s never had one like yours. And she’s been so good to us. Think you’d let her?”
Jax just smirked, his hand sliding up the back of her thigh. “Only if you want it, baby.”
Savannah’s grin turned feral. “Oh, I want it.” She pressed a kiss to his lips, hips rolling slow over the swell under his towel. “I want you to give her every filthy drop.”
The next day, Evelyn’s phone buzzed just after lunch. One simple text from Savannah: He’s in the garage. I told him. Go on, grant your wish.
Evelyn could hardly breathe. She told Walter she was running an errand, he raised an eyebrow but didn’t press. Ten minutes later she was at their side door, breathless, her hands shaking a little when she knocked on the frame of the open garage.
Jax was there, leaning on his workbench, shirt off, jeans hanging low on his hips. He turned at the sound of her heels, that sweet smirk spreading slow. “Hey, Evelyn.”
They made small talk, she asked what he was fixing, but her eyes kept flicking down. The bulge behind his zipper made her thighs ache. Finally she swallowed her nerves, stepped closer, and laid her palm right over him through the denim.
“You don’t mind?” she whispered.
Jax just chuckled. “Go on. Make it good.”
She dropped to her knees on the concrete floor, pressing her cheek to his thigh for just a heartbeat, then tugged his jeans open. That big, beautiful cock fell heavy into her hand, warm, thick, the head already glistening. Evelyn moaned under her breath, tongue darting out to taste the bead of him. She wrapped both hands around the base, throat fluttering.
She did her best, slow at first, working her lips down inch by inch. Jax’s low groan above her made her cunt clench so tight she could feel it dripping down her thigh. She gagged a little, pulled back, then went deeper, spit slipping down her knuckles. Each time she came up for air she flicked her eyes up, loving the way Jax watched her, his big hands tangled in her hair, guiding her.
Inside the house, Savannah leaned against the garage door, ear pressed to the wood. She could hear it, the soft, filthy wet sounds, Evelyn’s quiet whimpers, Jax’s husky praises. She squeezed her thighs together, her panties soaked just listening.
When Evelyn finally pulled off, gasping, she looked up, eyes watering, lips swollen. “In my mouth. And my face,” she whispered. “Please.”
Jax didn’t even hesitate, his hand around the base, stroking once, twice, until he spilled hot against her tongue. She let it drool over her lips, painting her cheeks and chin. Her eyes fluttered closed, smiling when she swallowed every drop she could catch.
That night, she confessed to Walter. She told him every filthy detail, shy and glowing, her thighs pressed together as he peppered her with questions: How big? How did it taste? Did you like it? She answered every word with a breathless giggle, until Walter was so hard she barely got his pants down before he bent her over the bed and filled her up twice.
And across the yard, Savannah and Jax, sweet, filthy, generous, gave them one more show before dawn. Curtains wide, lights on. Just in case they were still watching.
Chapter Six: The Stretch
Evelyn couldn’t help herself. It slipped out so soft over the hedge that Savannah leaned closer just to hear. They were both barefoot in the grass, the sun baking the top of Evelyn’s shoulders as she giggled like a girl.
“I still can’t get over that thing,” she whispered. “Your husband… that cock.” She bit her lip, cheeks pink. “You think he’d ever let me… feel it? Not just my mouth this time. Really feel it.”
Savannah’s mouth dropped open, her blush spreading down her chest. She laughed, a little breathless. “You really think you can take him? He’s big, you know that now.”
Evelyn’s eyes glowed wicked and sweet. “I’d go slow. Let him stretch me out. I’d like that. You think he’d do it?”
Savannah smirked, heat building behind her eyes. “Come by tomorrow night. Eight. He’s always in his man cave. I’ll tell him. You dress up pretty, he’ll make your little wish come true.”
She took her time getting ready. She pulled out her nicest white lace slip, soft against her soft belly, hugged her curves sweetly. She looped her old pearls twice around her neck, her hair pinned up loose, a swipe of pink on her lips just to feel young again. When she slipped her coat on over it, her thighs already felt slick, wet at the thought of what was waiting for her.
Walter kissed her cheek as she grabbed her purse. “You sure you want this, Evie?”
She grinned, eyes dancing. “Oh, I want it. You’ll hear all about it after.”
The basement was warm and dark when Savannah let her in. Jax sat on the big old couch, game playing low on the TV, sweatpants slung low on his hips. His grin when he looked up and saw Evelyn standing there in that lace, pearls gleaming at her throat, made her knees wobble.
“Hey, beautiful,” he murmured. “C’mere.”
She let the coat slip off her shoulders. The silk slip hugged her hips, the lace cups showing just enough nipple under the low lamp light. Jax pulled her in by the waist, fingers dipping under the lace to feel how wet she already was.
“You ready, sweetheart?”
Evelyn pressed her lips to his jaw, her breath shaking. “Slow, baby. Stretch me out.”
He tugged his sweatpants down, that heavy cock falling free, thick and long, already hard. Evelyn whimpered when it brushed her thigh, her fingers curling over his abs like she needed to steady herself.
“Oh easy, baby…” she breathed, voice a hush. “You’re big. Take your time with the old lady.”
He laid her back on the couch, hooking her knees over his wide shoulders. Her panties slipped down her thighs, damp and ruined. He lined up, that swollen tip dragging through her folds, glistening with her slick.
When he pushed in, her eyes flew open, a raw moan spilling from her throat.
“Oh… oh fuck…” Her hand braced flat on his stomach, fingers trembling. “Easy… oh that’s so big…”
Inch by slow inch, he fed her his cock, stretching her open so wide her soft belly fluttered. She peeked down her chest, pearls shifting, eyes glazing when she saw it sliding in and out, that thick shaft shining with her wetness.
“That’s beautiful…” she gasped, voice sweet and slow. “Oh fuck, look at that, that’s beautiful… oh fuck I’m really taking it…” She sounded like a woman drunk on her own pleasure, eyes rolling back every time his hips rocked deep.
Jax braced her thighs wider, rolling his hips slow, letting her feel every long drag. Her pussy sucked around him, old and wet, making that obscene sticky sound each time he bottomed out again.
“Damn…” she whimpered, her voice gone soft and dreamy. “I dreamed of this… oh thank you, Jax… thanks for going as deep as no man ever. Opening up this pussy after all these years…”
Savannah leaned against the cracked door upstairs, her breath caught in her throat, thighs pressed together as she listened. Evelyn’s moans rose soft and desperate, the creak of the couch, the slap of Jax’s heavy balls against her soft cheeks.
Every stroke made Evelyn shudder. It felt like she was coming at every single long push. That cock just kept dragging out and driving back in, each wet plunge stealing another gasp from her throat.
“Fuck yes… I’m coming…” she moaned, eyes squeezing shut, tears at the corners. “I’m coming… every stroke… fuck, it’s so big…”
Her old wet pussy clamped around him, flooding more as he pushed her hips up. Her fingers clutched his shoulders, her pearls slipping over her collarbone.
When she felt him swell inside her, her voice broke into a soft, filthy plea. “Flood it, Jax… please, let me feel it deep, hun… flood it…”
His growl echoed low, hips driving home one last time as he spilled deep, thick, hot spurts soaking her stretched walls. Evelyn’s hips jerked, mouth falling open in a silent cry as she came again with him, the slick squelch of her pussy filling the whole basement.
When he pulled out, her thighs trembled, his cum drooling out onto the couch under her ass. She lay there half-bent, pearls stuck to her sweaty chest, her lips parted in a dazed, satisfied grin.
Upstairs, Savannah pressed her palm to her belly, warm, wet, and so very proud that her sweet neighbor was glowing in ways she hadn’t in decades.
