From oingo@boingo.com Wed Feb 19 08:17:39 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Ellen is measured
From: "Mr. Roboto" <oingo@boingo.com>
Date: 19 Feb 1997 14:17:39 +0100

I'd discovered that my new girlfriend Ellen wasn't the
moody type.  She didn't get easily upset. So I was a little
surprised one day by a small but sudden change in her mood.
   We were at the mall, and she had asked me to come with
her into one of those chic women's boutiques where she was
going to leave a dress to be altered that she'd bought there
earlier.  She left me waiting by the cash register while she 
went back to the dressing room to drop the dress off.  When
she left she was in her usual pleasant, cheerful mood, but
then when she came back she seemed suddenly distracted and
nervous.  I wondered why, but she didn't say.
   She said only that the tailor was there, and that he
would alter the dress but first needed to measure her.  She
told me she would be right back and then walked back to the
dressing room.
   It's sort of funny, but as I watched her walk away I was
thinking about her body.  I was thinking that it didn't
really match, in my mind, with her personality.  She was
what you call a "nice" girl, sweet-tempered and modest, not
given to flashy or wanton behaviour.  She didn't wear
low-cut dresses, wild earrings or lots of mascara.  She
wasn't a virgin when we met, and we'd had sexual intercourse
pretty regularly, so she wasn't a prude, if you see what I
mean.  But she didn't wear a tiny bikini at the beach or
display her body much, and I'd never heard her refer to
anything sexual in public before.
  But under her plain, pretty, Ann Taylor clothes Ellen had
what can only be described as rather a lush body.  Full,
heavy breasts, which always surprised me a little with their
weight when I cupped them.  Big rosy nipples, a full red
mouth.  Generous hips, flaring out from an hourglass waist.
And a perfectly proportioned ass with a deep, smoothly
sculptured crack dividing her round cheeks.
   Anyway I wondered about Ellen's change of mood, and
wondered if the tailor had given her a hard time or
something about the dress.  Vaguely thinking about giving
her some kind of moral support if she got into an argument
with him, I drifted back towards the back of the shop.  As I
got there I saw that there was a doorway leading to a set of
little alcoves with the usual white-painted half doors for
trying on new clothes.  Ellen must have come through here.
I walked in, a little nervously and kind of on tip-toe,
hoping I didn't come across a half-dressed woman and get
yelled at.
   I didn't hear Ellen's voice.  I saw that the corridor
continued to the left, and then turned right.  I guessed
that the tailor's shop was further back.  Was Ellen back
here?  I walked around the corner.
   There *was* a shop, and there were tables and scraps of
clothing all over them.  The place was a mess.  I still
didn't hear anybody, though.  I started picking my way
through the clutter.  Then I thought I heard a sound like
somebody breathing heavily, and I heard a low murmur, like
somebody talking softly.  It was a man's voice, pitched low,
asking something, urging something.
   Quite suddenly and perfectly clearly I heard Ellen's
voice.  She said ``All right, but quickly,'' and she said it
in a normal tone, not whispering or anything.  Her voice
came from my right, around past a huge table piled high with
dresses, over which I couldn't see.  I peeped past the table
and froze.  For a moment I didn't quite understand what I
saw.
   What I saw was a man, young, with dark hair and an
elegant white shirt on.  That must be the tailor, I thought.
He had no pants on.  His legs were spread slightly.
Kneeling gracefully in front of him in her pretty, modest
gray striped dress was Ellen, her heavy black hair moving
gently as she withdrew the man's stiff, wet penis from her
open mouth.
   Ellen stood up suddenly.  As she turned toward me I
ducked behind the table, my heart beating fast.  Between
some dresses I could still see her, but she couldn't see me.
She brought her hand up to her mouth and wiped off a trace
of saliva from her chin.  She had put on a little lipstick
earlier today, but now it was all smeared.
   Ellen turned away from me, hiked her dress up and pulled
her panties down to her ankles.  She reached down and took
them off.  Then she laid them carefully next to her on the
long wooden counter.  She turned around and lifted her dress
up, over her naked ass, and bent over the counter.
Reaching back with her pretty right hand, on which our
engagement ring sparkled, she gently spread her bottom
cheeks apart.  I could see the slender, delicate folds of
her vagina, surrounded by her trimmed, dark pubic hair.
   When I looked back at the tailor he was moving his hand
up and down on his penis, smearing some oily stuff all over
it.  I noticed he had a really big dick, and it was thick
and stiff as he ran his fingertips lightly over the glans.
Standing up behind Ellen the tailor put one hand on her
naked back.  From where I was I could see him perfectly.  He
guided his penis to Ellen's bottom, and positioned the head
between the cheeks of her ass, pressing directly on the
brown circle of her anus.  And then slowly, but without any
hesitation at all, this man pushed his stiff penis all the
way up into my girlfriend's asshole.
   Ellen didn't really make any sound.  The tailor grunted
when he entered her, and sighed deeply when his penis was
finally up all the way inside her, with his hairy hips
resting firmly against Ellen's smooth white buttocks.
   He began stroking his dick slowly in and out, back and
forth into Ellen's bottom.  He put his hands on her hips to
steady himself, and began to accelerate, thrusting more and
more urgently into her asshole.  I couldn't help but imagine
his dick swelling as he penetrated her again and again,
getting harder and longer as he became more excited, so that
each thrust of his cock probed deeper and deeper into
Ellen's full rectum.
   Ellen began to moan gently, in time to his motion, a
little "oh! oh!" coming from her at the top of each stroke,
just when the man's penis filled her most completely.
   Suddenly the tailor gripped Ellen's hips hard and he
began thrusting urgently, forcefully.  He took bigger,
longer strokes, and a few times I could see the smooth head
of his penis emerge completely from Ellen's anus before
poking back into her.  He began growling and snorting
loudly, and I could see he was about to cum.  I began to
shake a little, with what emotion I don't know, as I
imagined his thick white cum spurting up inside Ellen's
ass, and thought of how she would feel his cock throb and
swell in the tight ring of her buttocks.
  ``Ahhhh!'' he suddenly cried out.  He stopped thrusting.
Shifting his hands from Ellen's hips to her thighs, he
pulled her towards him hard, straining urgently to push his
dick just as far up inside my girlfriend's ass as he could.
For a moment he stood thus, holding her trapped and
penetrated body tightly.  Then he groaned and his muscles
grew slack, and he released her.  As he staggered back I saw
his softened, slick penis slide rapidly out of Ellen's anus
and pop out. A tiny thread of white semen dripped from the
tip and landed on Ellen's white flesh, resting between the
cheeks of her beautiful smooth ass.  He never touched
her breasts at all.
   Well it was hard to know exactly what to do, and my mind
was all in a haze anyway.  My thoughts were racing, jumbling
together, memories of Ellen's chaste kiss after our first
date, and the shy way she had later let me caress her
nipples under her sweater, mixing together with what I had
just seen, Ellen spreading her generous buttocks apart so
that a strange man could more easily push his penis up into
her anus.  I stepped back 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 surely be
discovered.  I needed more time to think, so I walked
rapidly and quietly out of that back room, past the dressing
alcoves, and back into the main store.  The noisy shopping
environment of the store as I emerged seemed surreal to me,
the women stepping sharply by in the aisles, high heels
clicking on the polished floor as they swung their shopping
bags, or pursing their lips and frowning as they fingered
skeptically blouses and scarves on display stands.  The very
sexlessness of the whole mall shopping bustle contrasted so
strongly with where I had just been, watching a woman being
fucked up the ass, that I just felt dizzy.
   What was I going to say to Ellen?  Only a few minutes had
passed since she first went back, and she would be coming
out very soon.  In fact, she came out even as I was thinking
this.  She looked normal, walking briskly towards me and
smiling gently in her usual way.  Her dress swung naturally,
and her red lipstick was no longer smeared, but I thought I
could see that her black hair was a little bit mussed.  And
of course I thought of that tiny pearl of semen I had seen
lying in the crack between her buttocks.  Did she know it
was there?  Had she wiped it away before she put her panties
back on?
   Ellen and I left the store.  She told me the tailor had
agreed to alter the dress and that she would be coming back
to pick it up in three days' time.  We walked out into the
main mall and toward the music store that had been our
destination when we first arrived.  We passed a family
restaraunt with a big glass window in front.  There were a
couple of teenaged boys eating inside and they watched Ellen
and I walk by.  They looked a little jealously at Ellen, and
at first I felt a little proud, as I always do, to think of
this good-looking woman by my side -- I could see Ellen's
reflection in the restaraunt window, and she looked real
sharp -- pretty dark hair, sweet smile, nicely shaped legs
and large, firm breasts standing up high under her dress. But then
I thought: this woman standing next to me, her hand in mine,
has her ass full of another man's cum right now.
   The thought made me queasy, and I wanted to sit down. I
asked Ellen if she wanted to go in and have lunch.  She said
yes, and in we went.  We sat down, and a waitress brought us
menus.  I was looking at mine when Ellen suddently said she
wondered if they had a restroom here. I said they probably
did, and then she said she was going to go ``freshen up a
bit.''
   Now years ago when I was younger I had a girlfriend who
wanted to try anal sex, so we did once or twice.  I found
out that when you fuck a girl in the ass it's a little like
an enema, and afterwards she'll often need to go poop, and
then your cum dribbles out of her rectum.
   I didn't remember this fact right away, sitting in the
restaraunt studying the pictures of chicken sandwiches and
hamburgers on the menu.  But then suddenly it came back to
me all at once, and I realized exactly why Ellen needed to
go to the bathroom and what she was doing there now.

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