Tell me, I said. She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the dining room. She pulled out a chair and sat me down. Then she stood back and said Do you ...ike my dress? She had on a tight sweater dress that really hugged her body. She turned around and bent over the table. Does it make my butt look good? Of course, with her sexy ass wrapped in that tight dress, it looked very good and I told her so. Cliff thought so too. My mind was racing as I imagined what could have possibly happened. Of course. I was a freshman at Hofstra University, on Long Island, and she lived in a small town about an hour outside of Philadelphia.We made plans to get together after my last finals were over, and as my birthday gift, my parents bought me the train tickets to go and see her for the first time.On the train ride I wondered what she looked like, but found myself not caring at all. I had fallen in love with what was on the inside, her thoughts, her dreams, and her ideals. She had described herself to me. When I open my lips to say “no”, he slid his cock in my mouth.He started fucking my face because I would not suck it. I felt his cock grow harder and harder in my mouth. He slowly eased up on the pressure on the back of my head, that's when I realized that I had started going down on him without his help.I was willingly blowing this stranger man and my emotions were bouncing wildly around in my head; because I felt anger, shame, fear, disgust and excitement all at the same time… I could taste. So, slowly, I opened the door, my mature friend led me out to a few gasps, "Look what we have here" and "Lovely" and one comment about being a "Horny slut" etc (Smooth Talkers eh?)As I looked around, I couldn't believe my luck, apart from one guy (Who'd been designated as the lookout?) they were all mature guys, so, on my first trip out, I'd hit the jackpot as far as I was concerned!I then essentially took instructions from John, my mature friend, for about 40 minutes or so, starting with a.