Evelyn takes it up the ass

I'd discovered that my new girlfriend Evelyn wasn't the kind of humor. He didn't get angry easily. So I was a little surprised a day a little but sudden change of humor. We were in the mall, and I had asked me to come with her in one of those elegant women's boutiques where I was going to leave a dress to be altered that I had bought there before. He left me waiting for the box while he came back to the locker room to leave the dress. When he left, he was in his pleasant and cheerful mood, but when he returned he seemed distracted and nervous suddenly. I was wondering why, but she didn't say. He said the tailor was there, and he would alter the dress but first he needed to measure it. He told me he'd come back and then return to the dressing room. It's funny, but while I saw her leaving, I was thinking about her body.

I was thinking he didn't agree, in my mind, with his personality. She was what you call a "nice" girl, sweet-tempered and modest, is not given to eye-catching or quisquillose behavior. He didn't wear low-size dresses, wild earrings or a lot of mask. She wasn't a virgin when we met, and we had sex quite regularly, so it wasn't a prude, if you see what I mean. But he didn't have a small bikini on the beach or show his body a lot, and he'd never heard of anything sexual in public before. But under her plain, pretty, clothes of Ann Taylor Evelyn had what can only be described as a rather lustful body with full and heavy breasts, which always surprised me a bit with her weight when I covered them, big pink nipples, a full red mouth. Genuine caulders, coming out of a sand watch waist and a perfectly provided ass with a deep and softly sculpted crack that divides its round cheeks.

Anyway, I was wondering about Evelyn's mood swing, and I was wondering if the tailor had given him a bad time or something about the dress. Thinking vaguely about giving him some kind of moral support if he got into an argument with him, I headed back from the store. When I got there I saw that there was a door leading to a set of small alcoves with half doors painted in white to try new clothes. Evelyn must have been through here. I came in, a little nervous and a little puntilla, hoping I wouldn't meet a half-dressed woman and yell at me.

I didn't hear Evelyn's voice. I saw that the hallway was still on the left, and then turned right. I guess the tailor's shop was way back. Evelyn came back here? I went through the corner. There was * a store, and there were tables and pieces of clothes everywhere. The place was a disaster. I haven't heard anyone yet. I started picking up my way through the mess. Then I thought I heard a sound like someone breathing heavily, and I heard a low breath, like someone talking softly. It was a man's voice, he got down, asked something, urging something. Very suddenly and clearly I heard Evelyn's voice. She said "Okay, but fast," and said it in a normal tone, not whispering or anything. His voice came from my right, around a huge table stacked with dresses, on which I could not see. I went through the table and froze. For a moment I didn't understand what I saw. What I saw was a man, young, with dark hair and an elegant white shirt. That must be the tailor, I thought. He didn't have any pants on. His legs spread slightly. Smashing with grace in front of him in his pretty, modest, gray, striped dress was Evelyn, her heavy black hair moving softly while she withdrew the man's hard and wet dick from her open mouth. Evelyn suddenly got up. When he turned to me, I bowed behind the table, my heart beating fast. Among some dresses I could still see her, but I couldn't see myself. She brought her hand to her mouth and cleaned a trace of saliva from her chin. Today I had put some lipstick, but now everything was wrong. Evelyn turned away from me, hid his dress and took his panties to his ankles. He went down and took them off.

Then he carefully put them next to her at the long wooden counter. He turned around and lifted his dress, on his bare ass, and leaned on the counter. Returning with her pretty right hand, in which our engagement ring shone, she gently fired her lower cheeks. He could see the slender and delicate folds of his vagina, surrounded by his dark and trimmed pubic hair. When I looked back at the tailor he was moving his hand up and down on his penis, staining some fat things everywhere. I realized that he had a big dick, and he was thick and stiff as he ran his fingertips slightly over the gland. Standing behind Evelyn the tailor put a hand on her naked back. From where I was I could see it perfectly. He directed his dick at the bottom of Evelyn, and put his head between the cheeks of his ass, pressing directly into the brown circle of his anus. And then slowly, but without hesitation, this man pushed his hard dick to my girlfriend's ass. He never let me have anal even though I tried it several times.

Evelyn didn't make any sound at first. He bit his lip. The tailor grunted when he entered it, and sighed deeply when his dick was finally up the whole way inside it, with his hairy hips resting firmly against Evelyn's soft white buttocks. He began to strangle his dick slowly inside and outside, back and forth at the bottom of Evelyn. He laid his hands on his hips to stand firm, and began to accelerate, pushing more and more urgently on his ass. I couldn't help but imagine his cock swelling while he penetrated it over and over, getting more and more time as he got more excited, so that every push of his dick got deeper and deeper into Evelyn's full rectum. Evelyn began to groan stronger, in time of his movement, a great "Oh God!" coming from her at the top of each blow, just when the man's dick filled her completely. Suddenly the tailor grabbed Evelyn's hips hard and started pushing urgently, forcefully. He took bigger, longer hits, and sometimes I could see that the soft head of his penis emerges completely from Evelyn's anus before he gets back into it. He started to grow and snort out loud, and I could see that he was about to roast. I started to shake a little bit, with what emotion I don't know, as I imagined her thick white cum that was waving inside Evelyn's ass, and I thought of how she would feel her cock pounded and swollen in the tight ring of her buttocks. "Ohhh!" suddenly shouted. He stopped pushing. Change her hands from Evelyn's hips to her thighs, pull her to him hard, sneak urgently to push her dick as far as my girlfriend's ass could. For a moment he stood there, holding his body trapped and firmly penetrated. He started screaming loudly sleeping with him, put his hand on his mouth. I could see her sucking her fingers in her mouth like a dick.

Then he groaned and his muscles grew chills, and he let go. While he stalled back I saw his soft penis and slick slip quickly out of Evelyn's anus and get out. A small white semen thread dripped from the tip and landed in Evelyn's white meat, resting between the cheeks of her beautiful soft ass. He never touched his breasts. Well, it was hard to know exactly what to do, and my mind was in stupidity anyway. My thoughts were running, judging together, memories of Evelyn's kiss after our first date, and the timid way he had later let me pet his nipples under his sweater, mixing with what he had just seen, Evelyn extending his generous buttocks apart so that a strange man could push his dick more easily into his ass. I passed behind the table where they couldn't see me. I heard voices and movements, and I realized if I stayed where I was, I'd probably be discovered. I needed more time to think, so I walked quickly and quietly out of that back room, passing the cloakrooms, and going back to the main store. The noisy shopping environment of the shop as it seemed surreal to me, women treading heavily in the halls, high heels clicking on the polished floor while biting their shopping bags, or purging their lips and frowning while skeptically blouses and scarves in the exhibition stands. The lack of sex of all the commercial bustle of the mall contrasted so strongly with where I had just been, seeing a woman fucking her ass, that I felt dizzy.

What was he gonna tell Evelyn? Only a few minutes had passed since she came back, and she would come very soon. In fact, he even went out while he thought this. He looked normal, walking towards me and smiling gently in his usual way. His dress was naturally pulled, and his red lipstick was no longer stained, but I thought I could see that his black hair was a bit mossy. And of course I thought of that little pearl of semen that I had seen lying in the crack between his buttocks. Did you know he was there? Had I cleaned her before she put her panties back on? Evelyn and I left the store. He told me the tailor had agreed to alter the dress and he would pick it up again in three days. We went to the main shopping center and to the music store that had been our destination when we first arrived. We spent a family restaurant with a large glass window in front. There were a couple of teenagers eating inside and they saw Evelyn and I passed by. They seemed a little jealous of Evelyn, and at first I felt a little proud, as I always do, to think of this good-looking woman next to me... He could see Evelyn's reflection in the restaurant window, and he looked very sharp -- dark hair, sweet smile, well-formed legs and big firm breasts standing under his dress. But then I thought, this woman standing next to me, her hand on mine has her ass full of another man's sperm right now. Thought made me sick, and I wanted to sit down. I asked Evelyn if he wanted to go for lunch. She said yes, and we went. We sat down, and a waitress brought us menus. I was looking at mine when Evelyn suddenly said he wondered if they had a bathroom here. I said they probably did, and then he said he was going to "freshen a little." I sat down and reflected on my destiny. My girlfriend had just taken one of the biggest dicks she had seen her ass and let a strange man hug inside her and she was acting perfectly normal. Who was this woman?