THE MCMASTER BOUNCE

A Tale of Tail in Iambs

By Izzy Ess of Idleness

Retired for twenty years, McMaster liked to sit and watch the co-eds bounce.  They bounced from Sociology to lunch and back, or Philosophy to lunch and back, or Gymnasium to lunch and back.  He liked to see their bottoms and their boobies bounce.  In Spring and Fall, they wore less clothing and the bouncing was more obvious.  He liked to guess if they were wearing underwear.  He fantasized each time that co-ed number one or two would read his mind and come to him, her blouse unbuttoned and her skirt slit up the front revealing pubic hair and nipples for him.  He dreamed that she would ask him sweetly if there’s anything he’d like to have, or see, or feel or lick or suck or if there’s anything that she could teach him from her class on Sexual Biology.  He fantasized that she would reach out and retrieve his constant boner and behold it with some admiration, just before she took it in her mouth and licked it ‘til he squirted out his sperm and prostate juice.  He even dreamt that she would mount him frontally or sit on his erection for purposes of consummation copulation.

McMaster was an engineer that built expensive racing cars.  He had a Social Phobia and pathological shyness.  Throughout his schooling and career, he had few dates.  In fact, he had no dates with sex or prospects of some sex.  He paid for prostitutes to help release the pressure in his groin, which was substantial, all the time.  Most days, he sought relief by masturbating in the shower.  At work, he’d surreptitiously reach into his pockets and message his shaft and balls.  And, often, he would shoot his wad inside his underwear.  One year, he worked beside a woman, Suzy Wong, who turned him on.  She never seemed to notice that distress was on his face and sweat was on his brow, throughout the day.  She wore tight sweaters and those little miniskirts.  He frequently did push a pencil off his desk so that retrieving it would give him views of underwear or pubic hair, because she wore no panties in the summertime.  One day, she did remark that he was clumsy with his pencils when she caught him looking up her miniskirt.  Thereafter, she wore slacks and looser sweaters, T-shirts and opaque shirt-tops.  She put in for a transfer to departments elsewhere.  His fumbling joust with Suzy Wong was all she wrote for E. Robert Len McMaster during his career.  He lived with quiet parents, otherwise, until they died.  Bequeathed a lot of shares and bonds, he was able to retire at 50 and could sell the house and buy a condominium beside the University.  From his window, he could watch the co-eds from afar with telescopes.  He started liking bouncing girls with bouncing breasts and bottoms.

Ed McMaster moved outside when he was 70.  He found a bench right near the school to get a little closer to the bouncing co-eds.  And, he watched them carefully for 20 years before he met Professor Edith Robinson.

Professor Robinson was shy and never married.  She had had a fling when she was 22, but never had the nerve to have another.  She adored the way men walked and talked and scratched their balls so casually.  Liking College Baseball games, she watched the players scratch their balls and spit, as if on cue, at times.  She taught Geometry to Engineering students, mainly male.  She liked to brush against them, surreptitiously out-reaching for their groins and buns and touching them so lightly, it was never noticed.  Frequently she rented porno movies to excite her.  She would masturbate.  At one time, she acquired a taste for dildoes and collected them.  Her favourite was one that vibrated; it had a rubber penis that filled her hardly used vagina.  Calling it Diego, she would talk to it in profane Spanish and would play with it before inserting it up to the hilt for maximum enjoyment.  She often slept with it inside her and would start the trembling penis in the night and often in the morning.

This match was made in Heaven.  Robinson was eating lunch at Salvatore’s near the University.   McMaster took a booth beside her.  Eyes were met.  Before dessert, the couple had surveyed each other openly.  She opened with, “Do you come here on Saturdays?  I eat here Mondays, Wednesdays and some Saturdays.”  McMaster eagerly replied, “I’ll come here, if you like, on any day, you’d like.  Are you in a relationship?”  She answered, keeping calm, “Are you available some evening?  I like to cook and would be delighted if you’d come by apartment five-oh-one at fifty-five Lewd Drive tonight at five.”  “I surely will be there.  Oh, by the way, how are you called?”  “My name is Edith Robinson, Professor Robinson.  I teach Geometry to Engineering students.”  He hardly could respond but finally he said, “My name is Edward Robert Leonard, and my last name is McMaster and retired from Engineering.  I worked designing racing cars.”  “Is goulash good for you?”  “It’s good for me!  Should I bring anything?”  “Just bring yourself,” she said surveying him with pointed gazes.  He returned the gazes, pointedly, and wondered if she bounced.

At five exactly, Ed appeared at Edith’s door with wine in hand.  He’d spent the afternoon deciding and had settled on a potent Port.  Professor Edith took the bottle with a smiling, “I thank you Ed.  It’s perfect.  Do you need a corkscrew for the wine?”  “Yes, please, my darling Edith.”  Mutual surveillance started in, in earnest.  Edith wore a see-through pair of lounging pajamas, a purple hue.  It was completely obvious that she was wearing nothing underneath.  Edwin wore the tightest jeans he had, along with quite a stunning satin shirt, completely open at the neck.  In fact, it opened all the way and Edwin’s hairy chest was visible.  The bulging tightness in his crotch was obvious, without a pair of specs.  The bulging grew in size before her eyes.  She stared.  Ed noticed she was staring and politely asked, “Is there a thing that interests you?  Please satisfy your curiosity.  She did by grabbing Edwin’s crotch and gently making circles over it.   “Edwin, my dear, this promises initially to be an entertaining evening.  Is there something you are curious about?”  Ed thought a moment and replied, “Is that a special colour, mauve, and does it cover all your private parts?”  “Edwin, dearest, please feel free to check it out, while I unzip your jeans and set you free.”  Edwin reached for Edith’s crotch and found a slit in front that opened up.  He reached his hand in and enjoyed a feel of everything, her pubic hair and lower lips and quivering clitoris.  “Edith, dearest, would you spread your legs, a bit, so I may easily explore your lovely private parts.  Will this convenient slit allow me to insert my hardened mast and head inside of you?”  “I’m sure it will, my darling, Edwin.  Don’t you think you might be satisfied some more if I remove my clothes and pull you by your manhood to my bedroom, where the bed is ready for us, all bedecked in silk?”  The very happy couple moved toward the bedroom silks while shedding all their clothes.  Our Edith jumped aboard and proudly raised her lovely derriere.  Ed was already charging.  With a swan dive, he pierced our waiting Edith to the hilt.  She giggled, jiggled and began to sweat.  Ed kept the pressure up and felt his manhood grow in girth and length.  Our Edith felt it, too.  “Why, Edwin, dear, you are surprising.  Let ‘er rip!”  Ed complied and gave her all he had.  He and she screamed simultaneously, as they climaxed.

And so, dear reader, do you need some more?  The details are delightful!  And, the couple fell in love that night.  The goulash and the port were never touched.  As far as I know, Edith retired, anon, and she moved in with Ed.  They lived so happily forever after.  I can only guess what went on behind closed doors.  If truth be told, I’ve only guessed the details of this tale of tail, just using my imagination…

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

First day of summer, 2013