Evelyn takes it up the ass

I found out my new friend Evelyn wasn’t that moody. She didn’t get upset easily. One day I was a little surprised by a small but sudden change in her mood. We were at the mall, and she asked me to go to one of those fancy women’s boutiques where she was gonna leave a dress she bought earlier. She kept me waiting at the register while she went back to the dressing room to drop off the dress. When she left she was in her usual pleasant, cheerful mood, but when she returned she suddenly seemed distracted and nervous. I was wondering why, but she didn’t say. She just said that the tailor was there, and that he would change the dress but first had to measure her. She said she’d be right back and then walk back to the dressing room. It’s a little funny, but when I saw her walk away, I thought about her body.

I thought it didn’t match her personality. She was what you call a “nice” girl, sweet and modest, not given to flashy or willful behavior. She wasn’t wearing cheap dresses, wild earrings or a lot of mascara. She wasn’t a virgin when we met, and we had regular intercourse, so she wasn’t prude, if you know what I mean. But she wasn’t wearing a little bikini on the beach or showing her body a lot, and I’d never heard her say anything about anything sexual in public. But under her just, beautiful, Ann Taylor clothes Evelyn had what can only be described as a rather lustful body with full, heavy breasts, which always surprises me a little with their weight when I hugged them, big rosy nipples, a full red mouth. Generous hips, blowing out an hourglass waist and a perfectly proportioned ass with a deep, smoothly carved tear that divides her round cheeks.

Anyway, I was wondering if the tailor had made it difficult for her or anything about the dress. Just thinking about giving her moral support when she got into a fight with him, I drove back to the back of the store. When I got there I saw that there was a doorway that led to a set of small niches with the usual white painted half doors for fitting new clothes. Evelyn must have been here. I walked in, a little nervous and a little on my toes, hoping I wouldn’t come across a half-dressed woman and get screamed.

I didn’t hear Evelyn’s voice. I saw the hallway go further to the left, and then to the right. I thought the tailor shop was further back. Was Evelyn here? I walked around the corner. There was** a store, and there were tables and leftovers clothes everywhere. It was a mess. I still haven’t heard from anyone. I started to get through the mess. Then I thought I heard a sound like someone breathing heavily, and I heard a low murmur, like someone talking softly. It was a man’s voice, knocked down, asking something, something compelling. Very suddenly and perfectly clear I heard Evelyn’s voice. She said, “Okay, but fast,” and she said it in a normal tone, not whispering or anything. Her voice came from the right, past a huge table full of dresses that I couldn’t see. I peed by the table and froze. 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 think. He wasn’t wearing any pants. His legs were slightly spread. Beautiful for him in her beautiful, modest gray striped dress was Evelyn, her heavy black hair moved gently as she pulled the man’s stiff, wet big dick out of her open mouth. Evelyn suddenly got up. When she turned to me, I dived behind the table, my heart beat fast. Between a few dresses I could still see her, but she couldn’t see me. She took her hand to her mouth and wiped a trace of saliva off her chin. She had put on some lipstick earlier today, but now it was all smeared. Evelyn turned away from me, pulled her dress up and pulled her panties to her ankles. She took them off.

Then she carefully placed them next to her on the long wooden counter. She turned around and lifted her dress, over her naked ass, and bent over the counter. Coming back with her beautiful right hand, on which our engagement ring shone, she gently spread her buttocks apart. I could see the slim, delicate folds of her vagina surrounded by her cut dark pubic hair. When I looked back at the tailor… He moved his hand up and down on his dick… and rubbed oily stuff on it. I noticed he had a really big dick, and it was thick and stiff when he walked his fingertips slightly over the gland. The tailor stood behind Evelyn and put one hand on her naked back. >From where I was, I could see it perfectly. He led his dick to the bottom of Evelyn and placed the head between the cheeks of her ass and pressed directly on the brown circle of her anus. And then slowly, but without any hesitation, this guy pushed his stiff dick all the way up my girlfriend’s ass. She never let me have anal, even though I tried several times.

Evelyn didn’t make a sound at first. She bit her lip. The tailor growled as he entered her, and sighed deeply when his dick was finally all inside her, resting his hairy hips firmly against Evelyn’s smooth white buttocks. He began to caress his dick slowly in and out, back and forth in Evelyn’s bottom. He put his hands on her hips to stabilize, and began to accelerate, pushing increasingly urgently into her asshole. I couldn’t help but imagine that his dick swelling as he pushed her more and more often, becoming harder and longer as he got more excited so that every push of his dick deeper and deeper into Evelyn’s entire rectum. Evelyn began to moan louder, in time to his movement, a great “OH! OH God!” coming from her at the top of each stroke, just when the man’s dick filled her most fully. Suddenly, the tailor grabbed Evelyn’s hips hard and began pressing urgently, forcefully. He took bigger, longer blows, and a few times I could see that the smooth head of his dick came all the way out of Evelyn’s anus before he stuck back in her. He started grunting and snoring, and I saw him almost come. I started to shake a little bit, with what emotion I don’t know, as I imagined his thick white seed spitting in Evelyn’s ass, and thought of how she would feel his cockthrob and swell in the tight ring of her buttocks. “Oh!” he shouted suddenly. He stopped pushing. He pushed his hands from Evelyn’s hips to her thighs, he pulled her hard to him, and pressed urgently to push his dick as far as possible into my girlfriend’s ass. For a moment he stood there, held her captive and shoved tightly through the body. She started screaming out loud with him and put his hand over her mouth. I liked to see her suck his fingers in her mouth like a dick.

Then he moaned and his muscles got weak and he let her go. When he slipped back, I saw his softened, smooth penis quickly slipping out of Evelyn’s anus and coming out. A small thread of white sperm dropped from the tip and landed on Evelyn’s white flesh resting among the cheeks of her beautiful smooth ass. He never touched her breasts. Well, it was hard to know exactly what to do, and my mind was in a blur anyway. My thoughts were racing, jumping together, memories of Evelyn’s chaste kiss after our first date, and the shy way she later made me caress her nipples under her sweater, mixed with what I had just seen, Evelyn spread her generous buttocks so that a strange man could easily shove his dick up her ass. I stepped behind the table where they couldn’t see me. I heard voices and movement, and I realized that if I stayed where I was I would definitely be discovered. I needed more time to think, so I walked quickly and quietly out of that back room, past the dressing alcove, and back into the main store. The noisy store environment of the store when I appeared seemed surreal to me, the women stepped sharply past in the aisles, high heels clicking on the polished floor as they waved their shopping bags, or purring their lips and frowning as they fingered skeptical blouses and scarves on the counter. The sexlessness of the mall contrasted so much with where I had just been, looking at a woman getting fucked in the ass, I felt dizzy.

What was I supposed to tell Evelyn? Only a few minutes had passed since she first went back, and she would come out very quickly. In fact, she came out thinking this. She looked normal, walked close to me and smiled gently in her usual way. Her dress waved naturally, and her red lipstick was no longer smeared, but I thought I could see that her black hair was a little upset. And of course I thought of that little pearl sperm I had seen lying in the tear between her buttocks. Did she know it was there? Did she wipe it out before she put on her panties again? Evelyn and I left the store. She told me the tailor had agreed to change the dress and that she would come back to pick it up in three days. We walked into the mall and to the music store that was our destination when we first arrived. We passed a family restaurant with a large glass window in front of us. There were some teenage boys inside eating and they were watching Evelyn and me. They looked a little jealous at Evelyn, and at first I felt a little proud, as I always do, to think of this beautiful woman by my side – I saw Evelyn’s reflection in the restaurant window, and she looked very sharp – beautiful dark hair, sweet smile, nicely shaped legs and big, sturdy breasts high below her dress. But then I thought: This woman next to me, her hand in mine has her ass full of other people’s sperm now. The thought made me sick and I wanted to sit down. I asked Evelyn to go to lunch. She said yes, and we went in. We sat down and a waitress brought us menus. I looked at mine then Evelyn suddenly said they were wondering if they had a toilet here. I said they probably did, and then she said she was going to freshen up. I sat and thought about my destiny. My girlfriend had just taken one of the biggest dicks I’d ever seen in her ass and had a strange man come in her and she was acting perfectly normal. Who was that woman?