My boyfriend dumped me over the summer and I've been pretty bummed about it. I guess it was going to happen. How often do high school relationships work out anyway, especially when you go off to different colleges. So depressed I headed to my school to start my freshman year. I got a part time job near campus and there was a coffee shop not too far away from my place that I would sometimes frequent during my daily run, or sometimes just in the evening to try and meet new people. As luck would have it the only person I really got to know over this summer was an older gentleman named Rich. He was handsome, in his late 40s or early 50s, and we would chat about whatever. It didn't take long until I told him about my ex and he could see how depressed I was over it all. He constantly reassured me I'd find a guy no problem as soon as I wanted one because I was quite the looker. I'd always laugh because, yeah, I was athletic from all the running and gymnastics I did, but I look younger than I am. I'm 5'1, weigh just over 100 pounds soaking wet, and barely fill a B cup. Most people think I'm still in the early years of high school (even when we started talking he asked to see my ID ha ha).

Like I said, he was handsome for an old guy and worked out, too, and it wasn't long before he was joining me on occasion with my runs. We'd meet at the coffee shop and then finish up there where we alternated between buying each other bottles of water. After a couple weeks of this we sometimes met there socially just to discuss random things. We had a pretty natural friendship. He never made a move or anything on me, and I got the impression he saw me more as a surrogate daughter or something. It didn't matter because I didn't really look at him in that way, either.

Then one night I had a dream about him. A sex dream. And I woke up really wet, really horny, and decided to, um, take care of myself. The orgasm was really nice, and when I saw him later for our run, I realized I was still very horny and he started to look really good to me. After our run, before we went into the shop, I told him I really wasn't feeling being around people and just asked if we could go someplace else. He suggested his place and I asked him if he minded if I took a fast shower there. He said it was fine, and I already had a bag in my car with a change of clothes so I followed him to his house. He showed me where the shower was and handed me a towel and everything and left to go use the other shower and then roll a joint. I knew he did that and although I never have it never bothered me. While I showered, though, I wondered what it'd be like to have him inside me. I couldn't believe how horny I was.

I dressed in a pair of booty shorts and a tank top and joined him in the living room. Being polite he offered me a hit, and I shrugged and said "Why not? It's college." After two joints and a couple bong hits I was feeling really good, but really tired. I kind of enjoyed it. Okay, I REALLY enjoyed it. But I had been depressed for a few months by that point. I told him I think I needed a short nap and asked if he'd just cuddle up with me. He did, and I knew I had my opportunity.

Partially from he buzz I had a sort of confidence, I guess. Also, as I said, I was so freaking horny. After laying there about five minute I turned over, looked at him, and then kissed him, tongue and all. He told me I didn't need to do anything but I assured him that I really wanted to. So we made out and before long I was naked and he was eating me out. I didn't let him make me orgasm, though, because I wanted to take care of him, too. So I undid his shorts and pulled out... the THICKEST, uncut cock I had ever seen! It was pretty average in length but it was so freaking THICK! I tried to go down on it, but I could get much more than the tip in my mouth, so I mostly licked the shaft and sucked the head until I couldn't. I apologized, telling him I couldn't get it to fit any further, and he said it was fine, that I was so small he didn't expect it would go in. But I wasn't done. I licked some of the precum off his tip, then laid on my back, legs spread, knees bent, and pulled him on top. He asked if I was sure, and reiterated that he didn't thick it'd fit, but I told him to try. He did, and it hurt, and he could barely get past the tip in, and then he stopped because he was afraid of hurting me. I wrapped my legs around his, told him I like pain, and just to shove it in all the way. Maybe it was my depression and a desire to feel some sort of pain other than my emotional one, but the thought of him forcing that thick monster into me had me soaked down below. He said okay but to let him know if it was too much. I told him to ignore my cries and just shove it in. He did. I screamed. And then I had the most intense orgasm I ever had to that point. I'm fairly certain I squirted, or would have if he didn't fill me beyond capacity. I told him to keep fucking me and I had another orgasm nearly on top of the first. Then I climbed on top of him.

I rode him as hard as I could, sending wave after wave of orgasms through my body until he told me he was about to cum. I wanted to feel it so I pushed my hips down on him and forced him to fill my tight little pussy full of his seed. I don't know if it's because he had such a big cock or what, but it felt like a firehose going off inside me. I didn't know someone could ejaculate so much. I had one final, amazing orgasm and then collapsed. My body convulsed for nearly 20 minutes. Rich thought he was going to have to take me to the hospital but I assured him I was fine.

That was 3 weeks ago and we've been seeing each other ever since. We don't tell anyone because of our age difference. I have since made friends at school and have got over my ex. The fact we have this secret affair makes it that much hotter, and we even roleplay to heighten the arousal. I can't speak for him, but I hope this continues at least through my first year here at college. And although I have loosened up a bit, I still have a hard time taking him. But I love it, I love the pain of it as it turns me on, and I thought about asking him to try anal, but I'm not sure. That might be too much. I have found an effective way to give him head though and can get him off in under 10 minutes now, too. And he still ejaculates just as much, which nearly drowned me the first time. I still can't swallow it all, but I have fun trying.

Is all this starting to make me a slut or something?