Arthur Scone and Sharon McLean were lovers, but once they had been teacher and student. Sharon was eighteen years younger than Arthur, but it made no difference to her. He was an intelligent, intense and engaging man. He was also a harsh man, but that only added to Sharon's attraction to him in the beginning.

Until Sharon walked into his classroom, Arthur had never been attracted to any student, and he'd been teaching chemistry for almost twenty years, as long as Sharon had been alive. But the girl was brilliant, and if anything attracted his attention it was brilliance. His reaction was to give her a harder time than the rest of his students, because he didn't want her to get full of herself. He gave her the hardest assignments he could think of, and she aced them all.

Sharon found him attractive, although no one else did. He never smiled, was rarely pleasant and had a huge nose and shoulder length brown hair. His eyes were dark brown and always narrowed, and he didn't hesitate to embarrass students that made errors in his classroom. He was a tough teacher, but chemistry was an exacting science and he wasn't about to let his students blow up his laboratory. Mistakes were quickly and loudly corrected. He was the most disliked teacher in the school.

Arthur had a beautiful voice however, low, smooth and somewhat dangerous. He had a wonderful, rich vocabulary, and spoke eloquently no matter who he was addressing. Unlike the other teachers, he addressed his students by their surnames, adding a "Miss"or "Mr."rather than using their first names. He also insisted they address him as "Sir." It was a holdover from when he himself attended a private boarding school. Sharon found it all incredibly sexy. He was so compelling, so different from anyone she'd ever known.

Arthur also had another little-known but compelling attribute. A massive cock, which Sharon found out about in due time.

Sharon, who was a transfer student, was five-foot four, with curly brown hair and brown eyes. She found Arthur a fascinating teacher. He was hard, rude and a bastard most of the time, but he was a genius. She tried to win his approval in his class by answering his questions and showing her intelligence, but he'd shoot her down, telling her to stop "showing off" and give the other students a chance to exercise their weak brains.

She started dreaming about him.

The teacher couldn't help but notice Sharon's reactions to him when he'd stand close to her, looking over her shoulder at her work when they had lab. She'd tremble and become nervous. On several occasions he had to interfere to keep her from adding the wrong ingredients to whatever she was working on. Arthur knew she was attracted to him, and found that he was attracted to her as well, on a very carnal level. The idea of a brilliant, young woman with the hots for him began to weigh on his mind, and his lust for Sharon grew. One day it came to a head after school, when she bumped into him while carrying an armload of books in a little used hallway. He had called her on her attraction to him and overcome with lust for the young woman, came very close to doing her right there.

Sharon, scared and titillated, managed to get away from him. Arthur had restrained himself because she was a student and even if she was of age, such things never worked out well for male teachers.

But he would have loved for it to turn out another way. Instead, he waited until she graduated. He was Sharon's first and only lover, and they'd been together for five years now.

Tonight, they were going to relive that hot hallway encounter, with a very different outcome. Sharon told Arthur he could treat her any way he liked.

They were going to role-play and act out a rape fantasy-outside their home. They often engaged in rough, dominating sex. Sharon was a masochist and Arthur was always willing to fulfill her kink, although sadism wasn't a normal part of his program. Still, what his woman wanted, he provided with gusto. Whether she wanted cock or to be titillated with sex toys, he was the Man. Arthur wasn't taking any chances of someone stealing her away because he didn't satisfy her.

He loved her.

Arthur had his own set of keys to the school and late on a Friday evening, the couple broke in. After carefully inspecting the building, they were ready to act out Arthur's fantasy.

Arthur looked down at Sharon, who was dressed in a school uniform, looking fresh-faced and somewhat virginal.

He let out a small growl.

She shivered.

"Let's start at the collision" they said together. Arthur smirked as Sharon laughed out loud.

"Remember to stay in character, Sharon. No leaping on me. This is my show" Arthur said, looking at her and licking his lips in anticipation.

"Got it" she replied, starting up the hallway.

Suddenly Sharon slammed into something hard. She staggered back, and slowly lifted her eyes to meet the hard scowl of her teacher. He stood there, arms folded, as his brown eyes raked over her. She felt light-headed for a moment as a sensation curiously like melting hit her midsection. She wobbled a bit, then drew in a slow calming breath, hoping he hadn't noticed her reaction to his slow perusal. God, she wanted him.

"Miss McLean" Arthur said with a purr, dragging the silk of his voice over each word uttered. "Do you make it a habit of blindly traversing hallways where unsuspecting individuals travel with a modicum of regard for others, not expecting to have a collision with anyone, much less you?"

"No sir. Sorry sir."

"Yes. I imagine you are" he said with a bit of an edge. "And where, pray tell, were you barreling off to before you were... momentarily indisposed?"

"The library, sir. To do research"Sharon answered, dropping her head to keep from looking into those captivating eyes. She swallowed reflexively.

Arthur drummed his fingers on one forearm.

"Ah yes, the library. The place that you believe holds all the answers to the things that baffle you."

"Well sir"Sharon said, her voice gathering strength as she met his gaze again. "Maybe not all the answers, but enough information so that I can figure out the rest on my own."

"Yes. I see. Relying on that great, know-it-all brain of yours to divine the truth behind all mysteries, great and small" the teacher sneered.

Affronted, Sharon shot back, "This "know-it-all" brain as you so ineptly put it, has served me pretty well. There is no problem that logic and intelligence cannot work out, given enough information and time."

"Really now?"said Mr. Scone with a sardonic smirk. "So tell me, how does that great brain of yours wrap itself around the idea that you want me pumping and panting under that uniform of yours?"

Sharon's heart almost stopped with shock. He knew. He knew! Color flushed up from the neck of her blouse, bathing her entire head in a deep shade of red.

"I don't know what..."she began weakly, trying to shield herself from his knowing eyes with a big, fat dollop of denial. He cut her off.

"Don't look so shocked, Miss McLean. I am a grown man. Do you really think that I don't know when a woman wants me to bed her? Save your lies, Miss McLean. They are wasted on me. Besides, I didn't say I wasn't... shall we say... intrigued by the idea. There aren't many eighteen year old virgins queuing up to offer me their ripe little cherries, after all."

Sharon felt faint. The hallway began to spin wildly as the floor flew at her face. Suddenly she felt a strong grip on her forearm, jerking her upright before she collided with the rushing stone. Arthur pulled her to him, pressing his body against hers firmly, enjoying the feel of her curves against him. He hardened.

"Oh no you don't, Miss McLean" he purred against her ear. "You won't wriggle your way out of this situation by fainting."

Arthur patted her cheek several times until she roused.

Sharon's head cleared and she found herself pressed tightly against the teacher's lean body. She could feel his erection hard against her belly. She gasped.

This was the point in real life that Arthur had let her go when she was a student.

But in his fantasy, this is what would have happened...

"Is this what you want, Miss McLean?" Arthur hissed, rubbing his cock against her body, and feeling her shudder with desire.

Suddenly he turned her, pressing her back against the wall, continuing to grind against her, while whispering in her ear, "You want to be f**ked by your teacher, don't you?"

Arthur covered her mouth in a searing kiss, thrusting his tongue deeply, tasting her innocence, her desire. Sharon moaned and moved against him, trembling. He pulled back from her and grasped her chin, forcing her to look at him with her wide, scared brown eyes. He still pressed his cock against her.

"Yes, you do want me to f**k you, don't you? Don't you, Miss McLean? You dream about me. You touch yourself and think of me. Tell me. Don't lie to me."

"Yes,"she whispered.

He began to unbutton her blouse, his eyes locked into hers. She was panting.

"You're a virgin, Miss McLean?"

"Yes, Mr. Scone" she gasped as he rolled himself against her.

"Do you want to stay a virgin?"

"No...I want...I want...."

"Me to f**k you... to pop your cherry. To make you a woman. Here. Now."

He yanked her blouse open and pulled a breast free from her cotton bra. He squeezed it experimentally, and she groaned, thrusting up at him, begging without knowing what it was she was begging for. He dropped his head and took her rose-tipped nipple into his mouth, grasping the other breast roughly with his hand and squeezing it as he suckled her hard.

"Oh, Mr. Scone"she groaned, writhing beneath his ministrations.

He released her breast and slid his hand down her belly, under her skirt and panties to her soft pubic hair. Sharon bucked under him, gasping with shock. He slipped his finger into her wetness and probed. He released her nipple and brought a wet finger up to his nose, sniffing her sweet scent, then popped his finger into his mouth, tasting her. Sharon watched him with wide eyes.

"Sweet" he said. "I need more"

He pulled her away from the wall and half dragged her to the window. He sat her upon the sill.

"Hold on good, Miss McLean, or you may fall" he hissed. Sharon placed both her hands on the window's frame to balance herself. Arthur kneeled, and reached under her skirt, grasping her panties and yanking them down. He spread her thighs. Sharon started to protest.

"Be quiet!" he hissed, "or I won't do what you so obviously need me to do."

Sharon shut up.

Arthur placed his face between her thighs and inhaled deeply, sighing. He spread her lower lips, and took a long lick of her. Sharon squealed.

"Shhh" he said soothingly, then began to eat her out, sucking and licking her soft, wet inner skin, slipping inside her with his tongue, holding her thighs firmly apart as he drank her sweetness.

Sharon slid one hand into Arthur's brown hair and drew him closer, moaning as the shuddering overtook her. She bit her lip against crying out as the orgasm hit her. She leaned back and would have fallen out the window if there hadn't been any glass.

Arthur rode out her release, drinking her in like fine wine. When her quivering ceased, he rose and kissed her, sharing her taste as his tongue possessed her mouth hungrily.

He began to undo his belt. "Now Miss McLean, I will show you why I'm referred to as 'The Serpent.'"

Arthur stopped the fantasy for a moment.

"I want you to try to back out, Sharon. Try to run from me" he said softly.

Obliging him, Sharon jumped off the window sill, blocked in by his lean body.

"Mr. Scone, I want to go" she said, her lip trembling

"Go?" Arthur asked, his eyes turning harsh. "I'm afraid not, Miss McLean. Not until I take what you so obviously want to give me."

"But... but you're a teacher!" she cried.

Arthur pushed her back roughly against the sill with his body. "I am a man first, Miss McLean. Right now, a very aroused man with a young woman at his mercy, a woman he still can taste on his lips. I will not be denied."

Sharon pushed by him and began to run up the hallway. He was faster and caught her in four strides, grabbing her around her waist and lifting her up against him as she kicked and struggled to get free.

"I see I will have to apply force, Miss McLean. I had hoped to have your cooperation, but it really doesn't matter to me. You have told me your desires. I will fulfill them. Cold feet notwithstanding. Perhaps we need to leave the hallway however... I wouldn't want your cries of pleasure attracting notice."

He half-dragged, half carried the struggling young woman down the hallway and to an empty storage room. He opened the door and pushed her through, following her. Then, he closed and locked the door.

It was a small room, the size of a walk-in closet. One bulb suspended from the ceiling gave the room a dim light. Sharon backed up against the wall, panting with excitement as Arthur began to undress.

This was so hot.

"Take off your uniform, Miss McLean" he said in a dangerous voice.

"No, I won't. You can't do this!" she said, clasping her robes around her for protection.

Arthur laughed wickedly, his brown eyes sweeping over the cringing woman lustfully.

"Oh, you'd better believe I can and will do this, Miss McLean. You have sat in my class with the most lewd and delicious fantasies going through your head about me. I know you have. Do you know how distracting it is to try to give a lecture when a young woman is creaming herself over just the sound of your voice? Do you know how hard it is to oversee a class when you can smell that woman's arousal every time you pass by her?"

Arthur pulled off his shirt, his eyes still on the delicious woman pressing against the wall as if trying to break through it. He continued.

"You may be a virgin, Miss McLean, but your fantasies are not virginal. I can tell what you want and how you want it. You have no girlish notions of romance. Miss McLean. You want to be f**ked, and f**ked you will be. I refuse to spend another night masturbating over you."

Arthur's muscled chest and abdomen was exposed now, and he was working at his pants, his huge erection straining against them

"Had it really been that way for him?" Sharon wondered, the need for him wracking her body as she continued acting out her role.

Arthur had described everything she was feeling toward him when in his classroom. She had wet her panties every time he stopped and examined her work, standing close behind her, leaning over her shoulder. He had known that? What restraint he had.

"The detentions alone with you were the worst. I couldn't leave my desk, my cock was so hard for you. I could see the attraction in your eyes. They practically begged me to throw you on a desktop, rip off your panties and f**k you senseless" Arthur breathed.

He dropped his pants to the floor, and stepped out of them, wearing only his now familiar black silk boxers. The desire burning in his eyes was so powerful, it was hard to look at him. Sharon dropped her eyes to keep in character. She wanted to fling herself on him.

"Take off your clothes, Miss McLean... this is the last time I will ask you" he said in a cold, harsh voice.

"No!" she cried, her voice high with pseudo-fear. "You let me go... I'll tell!"

"Maybe you will, and maybe you won't. I believe that you won't and am willing to take the risk that you truly want your chemistry teacher to f**k you. Now, your clothes, Miss McLean. I want you naked."

"No!" Sharon screamed at him.

Arthur hesitated. The memory of his frustration and desire came back so real for him. He was feeling the same emotions he felt then. He had to wait the first time. But this was really what he wanted to do to Sharon. Just take her, to hell with rules. To hell with her cold feet.

He covered the distance between them in one long stride, and began ripping the clothes off Sharon as she screamed and pretended to fight back. She was very convincing, and it turned him on immensely.

"Shut up!" he growled as he threw the shreds of her blouse to the floor and wrestled her bra over her head.

Sharon clawed at him, accidentally scratching his face. The sharp pain was like an aphrodisiac. Arthur shook her harshly, then ripped her skirt off.

Sharon was naked now, and more excited than she could ever remember being as Arthur dropped his silk boxers to the floor and kicked them away, pressing his cock against her belly, his hands roughly fondling every part of her struggling body he could reach. He forced his hand between her legs and thrust three fingers inside her, pumping them hard into her wetness, holding her against the wall with his arm pressed across her chest, raping her with his fingers, his breath hot and panting against her temple. She exploded, screaming, the hot gush of come drenching his hand.

He drew back, a triumphant look in his wild eyes.

"Yes, Miss McLean, but there's more, much, much more."

He licked his hand, holding her to the wall with the full weight of his body. She continued to struggle weakly, despite the delicious release she'd just experienced. This was something Arthur had pent up inside him for almost five years. She was going to make it good for him.

Arthur spun her around, slamming her against the stone wall hard, his cock pressed between her buttocks. He slid himself up and down between her cheeks, groaning, almost drooling, reaching around to hold on to her breasts tightly as his shaft slid between her cheeks. Sharon was trembling with need now, and pressed back against him for more feeling, waiting for him to let it go as he humped against her.

"You think you're ready, don't you?" he growled, slipping his hands to her shoulders and leaning back to watch his cock sliding between her struggling cheeks.

"Keep fighting" she thought to herself. "He likes it."

Arthur suddenly stopped his motion, and leaned down to whisper silkily in her ear, "I'm going to f**k the shit out of you, Miss McLean, and you're going to love it."

"No. Please, Mr. Scone! Don't do this!" she cried out weakly against the wall, while wanting him to f**k her more than she ever wanted anything in her life.

She struggled some more, pushing away from the wall. He slammed her back against it, then forced her shoulders down so she was bending over, only her cheek, upper torso and palms meeting the wall as he gripped her waist with one hand.

"Hold still" he growled dangerously, positioning the swollen, leaking head of his cock against her opening.

"I wish I could watch you" Sharon said as she felt him at her entrance, hot and pulsing. "I'd love to see you standing behind me, holding your long, thick cock in your hand."

Arthur hesitated at Sharon's slip out of character, but just for a moment as he looked at her round ass.

"You'll feel me, believe me" he growled, slapping one cheek with his hand so she squealed.

He grabbed Sharon's waist with both hands, and pulling her back to meet him, shoved his cock deep inside her, hitting bottom.

Sharon let out a choked cry. It felt as if Arthur had shoved a hot, pulsing baseball bat inside her, he was so aroused. He was only two-thirds of the way in, their bodies connected by his thick, veined shaft. Arthur's cock was so swollen it could almost pass for another leg.

Arthur groaned at her tightness. The slide in was like penetrating hot, smooth velvet. Her pussy pulsed around him, adjusting to his size, bathing him in lubrication. He pulled out, and slammed himself into her again, eliciting another cry as he went deeper. He was almost fully inside her now. Sharon looked over her shoulder at him, brown eyes glazed, and wet, her mouth hanging open.

Arthur pulled out again, and slammed into her with all his might, his cock sinking into her up to his balls, watching her reaction. Sharon's eyes closed at first when he withdrew as if steeling herself, then flew open as he slammed home. She shrieked, her face flushing, her small body jerking, a single tear rolling down her cheek.

Oh, he loved that.

Arthur's hands moved from her waist to her shoulders and he gripped them tightly as he began to f**k Sharon soundly, pulling her into his stroke faster and faster, plunging into her wetness, swiveling his hips and rolling his shaft inside her, watching his cock sink in and out of her, glistening with her plentiful juices.

Sharon was in the throes of passion, her mind taken in the first few strokes. She was calling out his name and he answered her with harder, deeper strokes at every pronunciation. He released one of her shoulders, leaning back, bending his knees and pumping into her at a steeper angle. He was rewarded with a piercing cry, and the insensible, beautiful babbling that fell from her lips when he was feeling too good for words.

Wanting more, he forced himself upward, making Sharon rise to the balls of her feet, standing on tip-toe, making her cry out over and over again. He guided her with one hand, hauling her over his gyrating length, her jerking body caressing his cock, her pink flesh succulent, squishing, yielding then unyielding, causing hot ripples of pleasure to race up and down his embedded shaft as he rode her with increasing brutality, taking every inch of her, and forcing even more room for his possession, sweat beginning to drip off her body, giving her a beautiful sheen.

Sharon felt her lover thrust into her, aware of nothing but the pounding of his long, pale body, his thick cock inside her, deriving pleasure from his pleasure, his lust, his love, even his jealousy as he claimed her yet again and again, his rich voice cursing under his breath when she bucked against him, and holding her steady so he could drive deeper and deeper, seeking the golden center where the coil was, tightly wound and ready to release a shower of warmth and clenching, clasping delight.

Arthur f**ked her hard, reaching around her waist and hunching into her, grunting and growling, pulling her from the wall so he could bounce off of her, feeling her body rocking in his arms helplessly from the force of his stroke.

His hair hung in a swaying curtain around his face, and his eyes were closed in concentration, lost in sensation, plunging into her, becoming her pulse and heartbeat, her inhalation and exhalation, thumping against and into her softness, stimulating her, encouraging her, feeling the heat beginning to build, her belly tightening under his arms, matching the tightening of his balls as they slapped against her, the pace increasing, growing, growing as he laid track inside her, firing her sensitive walls with the luscious friction of his dipping cock.

She felt the ballooning, the swell of intense pleasure and surrender, crying out to him to stroke her deeper, take her over the beautiful edge she was standing on, and he slammed into her with a gutteral cry, a slave to her need, puncturing the bubble, feeling her burst forth hot, wet, clamping pressure sucking at his shaft, collapsing around the head.

Arthur felt pleasure beyond pleasure as he shot into that perfect bliss, shuddering, burrowing deep into her and holding, holding as he pulsed and released, and pulsed and released, his vision blurring, his chest tightening with emotion.

Sharon had took this, all of this, to please him, to fulfill a unfulfilled fantasy, because she shared his passions, because she loved him.

His climax finished, Arthur lowered himself to the floor, pulling Sharon down with him, and leaned her back against his chest, kissing her throat tenderly. He wrapped his arms around her belly, feeling a swell of love that was indescribable.

He pressed his lips to her damp temple and whispered, "Thank you, Sharon. That was... more than amazing..."

"How about life-altering?" she suggested with a tired, sated little smile, lolling her head against his chest. She shifted against him. "You certainly are a good actor, Arthur. A sexual thespian."

She felt the rumble of his laughter against her back.

"I'm not sure I was acting" he murmured back, "taking you like that has been a fantasy of mine for a long time. You were made for ravishing."

Sharon's eyes drifted over the torn clothing left behind. Good thing she brought an extra sweatsuit.

"It seems like you were made to ravish" she replied softly.

"Only you" he whispered silkily, nuzzling her ear with his nose. "Do you suppose... we could add this... activity to our kink list? You have such a talent..."

"You want to rape me on a regular basis?" Sharon asked, her eyebrows raised.

Arthur's dark eyes glittered. "Yes."

"I'm sure it can be arranged" she said, aware that her masochistic nature was reaching new heights.

There followed many nights, when a relatively unsuspecting Sharon McLean was accosted and brutally assaulted in the halls of the school by a tall, dark-eyed, silken-voiced pseudo-stranger.

And she didn't complain a bit.