I am a 41-year-old high school teacher, divorced from my wife for several years.

A few months ago I went to a local motel to meet an old friend of mine who was passing through town. As I was searching for his room I passed an open door, and looking inside I recognized a young woman in a maid’s outfit, changing the bed. Her name was Cheryl, and she had been a student of mine two or three years earlier.

I wasn’t surprised to see that she was working as a motel maid. She had always been a poor student, with an attitude that was generally sullen and rebellious, and often mockingly seductive. She had been a little on the chubby side, but she seemed to have lost a little weight, and now looked rather voluptuous in her badly fitting uniform. I couldn’t help noticing her full breasts and very curvy figure.

When she caught sight of me watching her, Cheryl broke into a grin. “Well, if it’s not Mr. B!” she said, with a touch of her old boldness. “Yeah, I’m a maid here. Why don’t you stick around, and maybe we can get into this bed together, would you like that?”

“Nice to see you, Cheryl,” I said, and started to walk away.

“What, you think I’m too young for you?” she called after me. “I think an older man would be cool, and I could really go for you, Mr. B!”

I left, but her words seemed to stay with me as I met my friend, and even afterwards. The more I thought about her, the more I felt aroused by the memory of her bold breasts and the thought of what was between her solid thighs. I found myself driving by the motel every day, and I even checked the old school records to make sure she was over 18.

One day I stopped at the motel and walked around until I came upon her cleaning a room on the second floor. As soon as she saw me she knew why I was there. Her smile was triumphant as she turned off the vacuum cleaner.

“How are you, Cheryl?” I asked her.

“I’m just fine, Gordie,” she said, using my first name now — or rather, my nickname. “But I know you’re not here to see how I am. Maybe to see how good I am?” She grinned again and shut the door behind me. A moment later her top came off, and I was staring at her firm tits. I tried to stay calm, but I knew she could see the lump in my pants.

“Don’t worry about anyone catching us,” she told me as I glanced at the door. “My old pig of a boss lets me get away with anything.”

“Oh, Cheryl!” I said, gazing at her luscious nipples. And then my mouth was on hers.

“Yeah, I knew you wanted me,” she whispered when we broke the kiss. “And I want your big old dick.”

“Yes, I do want you,” I panted. scrabbling at her clothes and my own at the same time. “I’ve fought it for weeks, but I can’t anymore.”

When we were both naked I pushed her down on the bed. Then I was between her legs, my six-inch cock slipping easily into her warm pussy. She wrapped her arms around me, and for the next 10 minutes our bodies slapped together like mad. She was deliciously soft and warm inside. I had thought she would be good, but had never dreamed she would feel so wonderful. Finally, when I could stand it no longer, I pulled out and shot my load of sperm onto her tummy, then fell exhausted beside her.

“God, that was good!” I gasped out. “I love your body! Did you enjoy it, Cheryl?”

She shrugged slightly and reached for her top. “I guess you were okay, for an older guy,” she answered. ”But I wish you were bigger. And next time try to last a little longer, okay?”

I hardly heard what she said — maybe I didn’t want to. I was sexually satisfied, and I was already developing a kind of crush on my former student. When I got home I wanted to call her and tell her how I felt, but decided to wait until our next meeting.

I went to the motel again the next day, and as soon as I saw her I started telling her how much I had missed her, and that I couldn’t get her out of my mind.

She didn’t seem pleased. “Hey listen, Gordie,” she told me. “I don’t mind having sex with you, but I’m not sure about this missing stuff. I mean, I’ve got two guys I’m balling regularly now, so I don’t need you to get hooked on me, okay?”

“Don’t say that, Cheryl,” I said, already fumbling at her clothes. “I want you so much.”

This time I feasted on her big tits, then worked my way down to her muff. I licked her and ate her out until she was moaning, and then I guided my cock to her warm slit. We fucked for several minutes, and then I turned her over and pounded her doggie-style, until I unloaded on her lower back.

“You did it again, Gordie,” Cheryl said, sounding annoyed. “I told you I wanted you to take longer, and damn, I wish you had a bigger dick. You’re starting to bore me.”

“Don’t say that, Cheryl,” I said again. “You make me feel so good, and actually I think I’m falling in love with you.”

She stared at me. “Are you on some kind of trip or what?” she demanded. “Jeez, I let you have a little pussy, and you freak out and fall in love with me! Shit!”

“Cheryl, if you would just give me — ”

“Give you what?” she yelled. “The only thing I’m gonna give you is this thing between my legs. And maybe not that anymore, if you can’t act like a man!”

“I do want to please you, Cheryl,” I told her. “I’d do anything to make you feel good, baby.”

“Well, you’ll have to do better than this,” she said, laughing. “I mean, with that little cock, I can hardly feel you. How long is it anyway, three inches?”

“No, damn it!” I said defensively. “It’s six inches, and it wants you so much. Look, it’s hard again. Wait, what are you doing?”

“I’m getting dressed,” she said. “I mean, a midget could make me feel better than you. The next time I want an old man, I’ll find one with a real cock!”

All I could do then was masturbate to the sight of her voluptuous body as she put her clothes on. When I left I was both angry and grief-stricken, thinking I would never see that fine young body again. But I still couldn’t forget her, and when I went back a week later, I had something with me that I hoped would change her mind.

She practically threw a fit when I slipped into the room she was cleaning. “What the hell are you doing here?” she yelled. “I thought I told you I wanted a man, not a dwarf. Go find somebody your own age, who won’t expect much.”

“You’ve got a man,” I said, kissing her and throwing her on the bed. “I’m going to show you that.”

She looked surprised as I pulled off her clothes, but I thought I saw a new respect for me in her eyes. Those eyes widened with astonishment when she saw me pull a thick nine-inch rubber penis extension from the pocket of my coat.

“See this?” I said to her. “When I put this on my dick, I’ll have fifteen inches of cock. That should be enough even for you. This time you’re going to get a cock you won’t forget!”

Cheryl giggled. “You’re joking, right? Are you really gonna use that on me?”

In a second I had the extension in place over my own cock. “You wanted me to be bigger, didn’t you?” I said. “Well, you’re going to love this, you little tease!”

By now the head of the rubber extension was in her slit. Cheryl gasped with pleasure as I pushed the thing inside her. Then she moaned, and as I kept inching further into her, the moans turned into shrill cries of ecstasy. “Oooohh my God!” she screamed, throwing her arms back and grabbing the bedposts.

When I had about three-quarters of the thing inside her she started going crazy, flinging her legs around me and bucking up and down. I knew that I was opening up parts of her that had never been reached before by anyone.

“Oh, what are you doing to me?” she wailed. “Oh, don’t stop … please don’t stop …”

I could feel her insides clenching around me as I drove that augmented cock as far as I could inside her, and then she was coming, coming as though she would never stop. At that point she could do nothing but moan and come, over and over again, and for the next 15 minutes I pounded her, showing her what heaven felt like. When I knew she’d had enough, I pulled the rubber thing out of her insides, popped it off my dick and held my bare erection in front of her mouth. With a weak gasp, she took it in and began sucking me off,. and within seconds I was shooting my hot sperm down her throat.

“Okay,” Cheryl said when she could speak again. “You’ve proved to me that you’re a man, all right. That was just unbelievable! When can we do it again?”

“Never,” I said, pulling up my pants. “I wanted to show you I could make you happy, but I don’t like having to use a fake cock to prove I’m a man. I was dumb enough to fall in love with you, Cheryl, but the fact is I don’t like you very much. So I’ll take your advice and find somebody my own age. Good luck.”

And I left her there.

— G.B., Valdosta, Georgia