I wake up some time in the morning. I'm alone in my bed. I look across the room and see Mark and Heather asleep under the covers on her bed. I decide I need a little time away from them to get my thoughts together. I grab my things and go take a brief shower. I pull on a pair of tight blue jeans, a thin white t-shirt and my favorite black leather boots. Because it's getting a bit cool out these days, I also don my leather jacket. I finish getting dressed and quietly leave the room. Mark and Heather are still blissfully asleep.

My head is full of thoughts, all of them spinning around. I keep thinking about Heather and all that I've experienced so far with her. Of course I can't stop thinking about Mark either. There are just too many thoughts right now. I don't want to go over to my boyfriends' apartment yet. Seeing him will just muddle my things further. I decide to get some studying and class work done. I head out and walk to the library across campus.

The long walk does me good. Fresh cool air and the sun shining help clear my head. I need to get my thoughts back to school work. I'll worry about my personal life later. The library's second floor is usually a quiet place to study. I'll find a place to spend some time working on a research paper and get some reading assignments done. Hopefully that will take my mind off sex for awhile. Then again, I'm not sure anything is going to get my mind off that topic. I decide to give it a try though.

After walking for awhile, I see the brick columns and vast expanse of glass, that is the front of the library. It is one of my favorite sites on campus. I always feel at home there among the books. I climb the steps and enter the front doors. Claire, a classmate is at the front desk today. I remember she works there part time on the weekends. I wave to her on the way in and she smiles at me and motions me over. We exchange some small talk and she remarks on how good I look.

"Anna I could see your smile from halfway across campus. What's up with you?" she asks.

I know I have some color in my pale cheeks for a change. I didn't realize I had been grinning the whole walk over.

I tell her, "I am happy, it's been a good couple of days. I've spent some time with my friends and haven't been worrying about my studies."

"Well whatever you're doing, keep it up. You really do look great." Claire assures me.

Thanking her I head up to the second floor to look for a quiet spot to study. It's pretty deserted and I easily find an open desk and computer station. Spreading out my work I get down to studying. After a few hours I've put a dent in my reading and made good headway on a research paper. I need to take a break so I gather my things and head to the first floor. There is always something going on down there. Lectures, how to classes, competitions, movies showing , grad students conducting research polls, etc. You name it and it's probably happening at the library.

I pass a lecture hall and notice the sign outside announcing a lecture by one of my current professors. I like his classes, he's got a sense of humor and always makes the topic interesting. I decide to go in and catch the last part of his presentation. I open the door to a darkened room. He's showing some slides, so I just slide into an empty seat in the back.

I try paying attention to his lecture but my mind keeps drifting back to last night. I close my eyes. I can feel a bruise at the back of my neck from Heather's small bites and my pussy is still sore from Marks' thick cock. Unbelievably, I feel myself getting wet and aroused again. I'm starting to think there's something wrong with me. I've never thought so much about sex in my whole life.

I open my eyes and notice my professor is finishing up his slide presentation and is lecturing again. I start to look more closely at him for the first time. He has a good sense of humor and can make even a boring subject seem worthwhile. I've just never noticed his physical appearance before.

He's older than I am, maybe his mid forties, if I had to guess. He has short dark hair with some gray peppered throughout and what looks like a few days worth of facial hair. It too has some gray. I notice he's wearing his glasses. He's always joking in class about how much he hates having to wear them now. He says they represent getting older. I think they look quite good on him. Of course I've always had to wear glasses, so I think everyone should have to suffer the same fate.

He looks up just then and catches me watching him. He raises a hand in a wave and I return the gesture. I'm flattered that he has recognized me from class. He's usually wearing a button down shirt and jacket. Today though, he's dressed in just jeans, a long sleeve t-shirt and leather boots. I remember someone telling me he rides a motorcycle. I wonder if that's the reason for the boots. The more I watch him moving across the stage, the more attractive I'm finding him. I can see his muscles ripple under his shirt as he moves his arms up and down, gesturing during his talk. He must work out regularly, I think.

I sit back and try to get something out of the rest of his lecture. My brain is refusing to cooperate. My eyes are drawn to his arms. A picture suddenly appearing in my head. My hands pulling that shirt off over his head and my hands feeling those muscles for myself. I begin squirming in my seat, pressing my legs together and breathing a little more quickly.

I'm beginning to think I can be turned on by any male, or female for that matter. I couldn't help but noticing on my way in to the library how pretty Claire is. She has beautiful red hair that curls around her head and deep green emerald eyes. That's a thought for another day though. College is a time for learning and exploring new things. I'm learning so many things and not just in the academic realm.

Eventually my professor finishes up his presentation and the lights go back up. Everyone starts packing up and leaving the lecture hall, filing out past my seat. I stay for now. I'm afraid if I get up, someone will notice the damp spot on my jeans. I really need to start wearing panties. I think I know now how guys feel when they get an erection at an inopportune moment. I guess I'll just have to sit here and wait for everyone to leave.

Soon everyone has gone and it's just me and my teacher. He finishes packing up his things and looks up to see me still in the room. He gives me a smile and walks up the steps and sits down in a seat close to mine.

"Hi Anna, it's great to see you here today. I don't think you've ever been to one of my weekend lectures. What brings you here today?"

"My roommate had her boyfriend over and I'd thought they could use some time alone." I tell him.

I don't think he needs to hear I had a threesome with them last night, and now I don't know how to act around them. Just thinking about the look my professor would get on his face, hearing that bit of information, I can't help but giggle a little.

"What's so funny Anna?"

"Nothing, I'm just in a good mood today." I smile at him. " I haven't had anything to eat yet, so maybe it's just a hunger fueled laugh," I tell him.

"Oh Anna, it's after lunch now, you must be starving. Why don't you join me. I was just going to grab something on campus and I'd enjoy the company"

"I don't want to keep you from anything," I answer him.

"No you're not. I was just going to head home, grade some papers and go over lesson plans. I really would love the company. I hate going home to an empty house now ever since my divorce," he explains.

I am hungry, I think and I don't want to go back to my dorm right now.

"I'd love to join you. It will be nice to have lunch with you. I just don't want you to think I'm saying yes hoping for a better grade," I joke.

"You're an excellent student, Anna. You hardly need any extra help from me. We're both hungry and need to eat, so let's go."

We leave the library together and head to the center of campus. There are always food trucks there and it's still a nice day to be outside. A little cool, but we're both in leather jackets and boots, so we're comfortable. We get some food and find a bench and settle down to eat. We discuss campus life and my major and how I'm doing in school so far. I'm really enjoying spending time with him. He's smart, funny and charming. The fact that he's handsome doesn't hurt either.

Soon though, I tell him I probably should get going and try to get some more work done. He turns to me and tells me he can give me a ride back to my dorm. He knows it's the one the furthest across the campus.

"I don't want to take you out of your way," I tell him.

"It's not out of my way Anna. If you don't mind, can I ask you a favor?"

"Sure, ask away. You bought me lunch and listened to me ramble on. Anything I can do for you, I will if I can"

"I rode my motorcycle to campus today and I'd love to take you on a ride. I miss having someone on the back of my bike. If it's too much to ask that's no problem. I'll just drop you off."

When he mentioned his motorcycle I start remembering home. Most of my friends had bikes and I could always get a ride whenever I wanted. I realize I've missed those rides.

"I'd love to go for a ride. It's something I've always loved doing. I'm even dressed for it. I'm glad I'm wearing my leather boots and jacket," I tell him.

"Great, let's get going then, I know the perfect road for a great ride," informs me.

We head to the parking lot where he's parked. He has an extra helmet on the back of his motorcycle and hands it to me. I put it on and climb on the back of the bike. I wrap my arms tightly around his waist. He starts the bike and we take off leaving campus. As we're leaving, I realize my jacket is open and he can probably feel my hardening nipples through my thin t-shirt (no bra today). Mischievously I rub my chest across his back a few times. If he didn't feel them at first, he can now. He turns his head slightly and I can see a little smile touching his lips. He turns back to the road, speeding up and leaning into the curves.

I recognize the road now. It leads up to a large national park and forest. The road has a lot of curves and steep grades both up and down. I make sure my hands are gripping him tightly. I lace one hand over the other, brushing across his crotch as I do. I can feel the hard bulge his cock his making there. I wrap my hands together and smile to myself. I'm flattered that just the feel of my nipples on his back have made him hard. We ride for awhile. I'm just enjoying the wind and the excitement of riding again. I'm so lost in the ride, I almost don't notice when he pulls into a small parking lot. This part of the park is never crowded and on this cool day no one is about.

He turns off the bike and I suddenly realize I have let one hand settle into his lap. Just resting on that bulge. He gets off the bike and pulls off my helmet and taking both my hands helps me off. I'm blushing now, from the wind and embarrassment.

"Why don't we go for a walk?" I ask him, trying to distract him.

Grabbing both of my hands he says, "I have a better idea Anna. I'll race you to the first picnic table you find," he suggests.

Laughing, I answer him. "What do I get if I get there first and win?" I raise an eyebrow and look at him quizzically.

"Winner's choice, it's always the winner's choice. You can have whatever you want if you make it there first."

I pull my hands out of his and laughing, take off into the woods. I can hear his laugh follow me as he chases after me. We race in and out of the trees, just enjoying the fresh air and laughing together. Eventually I spot a table in a small clearing and head for it.

Breathing heavily, I reach it and yell. "I won."

Catching up to me, he says, "Yes you have and now you can pick your prize." He gives me his best charming smile.

He really is so damn handsome. My mind is thinking so many things now. "I think I'd like a kiss for my win," I tell him.

"Excellent choice Anna, I've often thought about those lips. Ever since I saw you the first time in my class. Your lips look so kissable. The first time I saw them open and that laugh of yours come out. I have wanted to kiss you."

Grabbing him by the front of his shirt, I pull him to me. "You talk too much." I bring my lips down gently onto his and let my tongue brush over his lower lip. Parting my lips our tongues touch for the first time.

I can almost feel the change in the air around us as we kiss. When our tongues touch, he stops me. Placing a hand on either side of my head he whispers to me.

"No Anna, gentle won't work for me today."

Feeling a delicious tingling between my legs and my nipples standing even more erect, I agree with him.

"No, I don't want gentle either."

"Good." he replies. "As long as we are both in agreement."

Grabbing me by the arms, he turns me around roughly. Whispering in my ear, "Remember this is what we both want and need."

Pulling off my leather jacket, he hikes up my t-shirt and brushes his fingers across both of my nipples.

He gives each of them a sharp twist. He pushes me face down onto the picnic table and unzips my jeans. He yanks them quickly to the ground. Using one hand he uses it to keep my head down on the table. I can feel the rough hewn wood push into my breasts and the wood warmed from the on my cheek.

Now I can feel his leg push in between mine and force them apart. His hand reaches down and slides along my ass cheeks. His fingers slipping between them. Seeking out the wetness and pleasure he'll find there.

He wasn't kidding about not being gentle. Without warning I feel two of his fingers parting my pussy lips and immediately sink deep inside of me. The sudden intrusion makes me gasp out loud. I try to look back at him but he keeps holding my head down. He leans forward, his lips finding my earlobe and gives it a sharp bite.

Hissing into my ear he tells me, "It's been too long, I really need this and I can tell from how wet you are that you do too."

I can't really argue with him. I've been wet ever since I saw him in the lecture hall today. I just nod my head in agreement. It's the best I can do, with it pinned to the table by his hand.

I feel his fingers probe me deeply and then pull all the way back out. He rubs my juices from my pubic bone and back up to my ass. I can see him out of the corner of my eye. He brings his hand up to his mouth. He licks his fingers and then sucks on his thumb, smiling the whole time. Bringing his hand back down to my pussy, I feel his fingers enter me again. I feel another sensation as well. A little pressure against my ass and then I feel his thumb as it slides inside. I wasn't expecting that, but I like it, a lot. I push my hips back towards him to let him know. He bites down harder on my ear lobe.

Growling now, he says, "I knew you'd like that. You really are a naughty dirty girl. Aren't you, Anna?"

I move my hips against him and nod again. I can't think straight, I'm just loving being outside and getting fucked by my professor. It feels even more forbidden then what I did last night. I can feel how swollen my lips have become and liquid is dripping down my thighs.

Suddenly he withdraws his fingers and releases my head. I'm dismayed by the feeling of emptiness. I turn to look at him and realize he's just stopped to undo his pants and pull them down. Now I can see what I was feeling on the ride over. His cock is thick and deeply veined. It's glistening wet with pre-cum dripping from its tip. I decide the ride over was definitely worth it.

Pushing my head back down onto the table, I can feel the head of his cock pushing against my slick wet lips.

"Remember Anna, we agreed, no gentleness today."

With those words barely out of his mouth, he pushes his hips forward. Driving his cock deep inside of my pussy in one quick thrust. My stomach is pushed up against the table and I let out a grunt. Before I can catch my breath, he's pulling back out completely and then thrusting back as deep as he can.

"Tell me this is what you want Anna. I need to hear you say it," he tells me through gritted teeth.

Continuing his merciless pounding of my pussy, I can't help myself. I turn my head to him and tell him what he needs to hear.

"I want you to fuck me so hard that tomorrow I can feel your presence every time I try to walk or sit down. I need you to fuck my pussy and any other part of me you want."

He pauses for a moment, "Any part Anna, are you sure?"

"Yes anywhere, I don't care, I just need it now," I practically shout at him. The combination of the ride over and knowing this smart, bright attractive man (my teacher no less) is doing whatever he wants to me, has pushed me beyond my normal limits.

"Tell me again," he yells back at me. His hand is curled in my hair now pulling me back towards him.

Any reason leaving me, I shout as loud as I can. Not caring who can hear me now. Need and lust the only things I can feel.

"I want your cock. I want to feel it everywhere. Fuck my pussy deep and hard and then my mouth." I add almost in a whisper now. "I want you to fuck my ass too."

Gripping my hair harder he smiles at me and whispers into my ear. "That is exactly what I plan on doing to you."

Letting go of my hair he grabs both my arms and holds me back tightly against him. He forces his cock back into my pussy and hearing my moan of approval, he just pounds me harder and deeper. Knowing I shouldn't be out here with my teacher and feeling his cock fucking me, I cum loudly. Thinking about his cock soon fucking my ass, I cum yet again. The intensity of my orgasm surprising me. I grind my hips into the picnic table and squeeze his cock tightly inside of me. Drenching both of us with the juices now flowing freely out of me.

He keeps pounding into me and each time I think of him fucking my ass, I cum again. Both of us are sweaty and breathless now. He stops and pulls out of me. Spinning me around to face him, he gives me a quick kiss. His teeth tugging at my bottom lip.

"I think it's time I try out that mouth," he announces.

Biting him back, I wrap my arms around him and whisper into his ear. "Good, I want to taste myself on your cock," I tell him.

Hearing that, he quickly lifts me up onto the picnic table and I swing my legs around. He pushes my head so it is hanging off the end of the table. It's the perfect height. I have a great view of his beautiful cock all shiny and wet with my juices.

True to his earlier word he isn't gentle and gives me no time at all. He just barks out a command.

"Open your mouth now Anna!"

I do as I'm told and he brings his cock forward and thrusts it into my mouth. Burying it deep in my throat, right away, up the base. Gagging at first and trying to catch my breath, he pulls it all the way out and back in. He keeps this up as I try to adjust and let my mouth and throat relax. I try to stop gagging. My eyes are watering now. He's not making it easy but I find I can adjust to his rhythms.

Just as I do get used to it, he stops. He holds his cock deep in my throat. Watching my eyes water and saliva flowing freely out of my mouth around his cock. I can tell he's enjoying this. His cock still buried in my mouth, he tells me to start playing with my pussy.

"I want to watch you finger fuck yourself while I'm fucking your mouth."

He doesn't have to ask me twice. I bring down both of my hands and use one to spread my lips. The other I use to slide two fingers inside of me. I can feel how wet I am. I'm sure the picnic table is covered in my juices. I start finger fucking myself harder and begin rubbing my clit. I cum right away, feeling that thick cock buried in my throat, moaning around it.

Looking up I can see the lust and heat in his eyes as he pulls his cock out of my mouth. He stabs it back in and begins fucking my mouth in earnest as I continue to finger fuck my pussy. I make myself cum over and over again.

I still can't believe I can have this many orgasms. I never thought of myself as particularly orgasmic These last few days though, have changed my mind. Maybe it's the freedom of being on my own. I don't really care why. I'm just glad I can cum so easily and that getting wet never seems to be a problem.

Another hard thrust of his cock, brings me back to my bodily sensations. He stops again for a moment, holding his cock deep and still.

"I think it's time for us to try something else now. If I keep fucking your mouth like this I'm going to cum. I don't want to just yet. I know where I want my cock now. I just need you to tell me Anna. I need to hear you ask for it."

Puling his cock out of my mouth he waits for my answer. I'm completely out of my mind with lust and desire at this point and can only think of one thing.

"I want your cock in my ass. I need your messy wet cock deep in my ass now." I beg him.

I can't believe I'm asking my professor to fuck me in the ass. I have always loved anal sex. Ever since a boyfriend in high school talked me into it. I haven't brought it up with my current one yet. I just know it's what I crave right now.

I sit up and swing my legs back around facing him and scoot my ass to the edge of the table. Pulling off my boots and jeans I place a leg up on each of his shoulders. Dipping my fingers into my pussy getting them good and wet. I slowly slide one finger in my ass, gently stretching the opening. I add another finger and just smile at my professor. He moans as he watches me lubricating and stretching my ass for him.

Realizing I want to call him something other than my professor, I ask him a question.

"Since you're about to fuck me in the ass, I think we should be on a first name basis. Unless of course you want me to keep calling you Professor?"

He's almost panting now, but does manage an answer.

"Call me Bryan, Anna. Now shut up and let me fuck that ass."

I remove my fingers, glad that I have gotten his cock so wet from my mouth. He steps forward and pushes the head of his cock against the opening of my ass. I gasp loudly as I feel the head suddenly pop into me. It's quite thick and is stretching me further than I ever have been before. I tell him to just go slow and gentle.

He replies through clenched teeth, "I don't think I can. Remember Anna, I said not gentle, not today."

He did say that and I agreed. So I tell him, "Fuck me however you want." My need over coming any sensible thoughts I might have. I try to relax my ass.

He takes me at my word and pushes deep inside of me in one quick motion. It's a good thing his cock is so wet. There is pain but it's a good kind of pain. One that leads to a bigger payoff, at least for me. Even more orgasms and always the most intense ones I ever have. Pain and pleasure sometimes make for the perfect combination.

Bryan now starts fucking my ass in earnest. Just watching his cock disappear in and out of my ass is making my pussy drip again. I put a hand down and can feel the moisture dripping out and down onto his balls. I slide two fingers inside of my pussy. I want to feel his cock through the walls of my vagina, fucking my ass.

Bryan is watching me with his mouth hanging open. I grab his hand and ask him if he wants to feel something fantastic.

"Slide two of your fingers in with mine. You can feel the motion of your cock as it thrusts in and out."

He happily slides his two fingers in my pussy, joining my two already there.

"Can you feel your cock and how drenched you fucking my ass has made my pussy?"

All I get out of Bryan is a nod and a guttural moan. I keep moving my fingers faster and he matches my movements with his fingers. Still pounding my ass at the same time. All I do is just touch my clit and I cum again. The strength and intensity is the best I've ever felt. I can feel myself squeezing his cock tightly in my ass and my pussy clenching our fingers. Another pinch of my clit and another freight train of an orgasm rips through me. I don't think I have any energy left for more.

I'm wrong. Bryan moves his fingers faster and rubs my clit with his thumb and one more overtakes me.

"Oh Anna," Bryan moans. "I can't wait any longer, I need to cum."

I could tell he was near and I'm all out of breath and exhausted. "I want you to cum now," I tell him.

Pulling his cock out of my ass he looks at me and smiles, asking me, "Where do you want me to cum Anna?"

"Anywhere you want," I answer.

In one swift motion, he pulls me off the picnic table. He pushes me down onto my knees in front of him. He slaps his cock around my mouth and on my lips.

"Can I cum in your mouth?"

I nod my head and Bryan pushes his cock into my open mouth and cums right away. Gripping my head in both of his hands he continues pumping my mouth. I swallow quickly and repeatedly. It feels as if he's never going to stop. Eventually though, I can feel his cock throbbing and there is no more cum flowing down my throat. I suck and lick him clean and sit back on my heels and look up at him.

"This has been an interesting Saturday," I tell him.

"It's been the best one I've had in a very long time," he replies. "I hope you enjoyed it and we can do it again sometime."

"Oh, I have enjoyed myself. I'm exhausted and my legs are shaking but I feel great. We definitely need to have a next time."

"For now though, I better get back to campus. I have a lot of studying still to do." I tell him.

We get dressed and he holds me tightly in his arms, making me feel safe and warm. I don't think right now is the time to tell him there might be a foursome in my future. Maybe it should turn into a five some, I think.

For now, we get back on his bike and head back to campus.

To be continued..............