Taught: An Erotic Novella

By Vivian Gwynn

Everyone at school hates Ms. Hunsaker, and eighteen-year-old Robbie’s no exception. Ever since he was a freshman, he’s wanted to get back at the witchy, domineering history teacher. When a group of friends dare him to break into her house and steal something of sentimental value, he gets his chance.

But Robbie’s attempt at petty theft goes awry when Ms. Hunsaker comes home early. Robbie hides in the bathroom closet, hoping she’ll leave, but instead she takes a shower. And begins to touch herself.

Watching through the crack in the door, Robbie learns a lot that night. He learns his teacher hides a curvaceous body behind her severe dresses. He learns that she’s insatiable and has an affinity for large, black dildos.

But that’s nothing compared to what he’ll learn when she finds out about his night playing peeping Tom. Robbie has a lot to learn, and Ms. Hunsaker is going to see to it that he’s TAUGHT.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vivian Gwynn
• Release date: Jun 27, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311639592

Vivian Gwynn

Vivian Gwynn writes high-quality, sizzling erotica in a variety of genres, ranging from the contemporary to the fantastic. She is a wife, mother, and a lover of the gritty, wonderful, sexy world we live in.

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Taught: An Erotic Novella

Copyright 2014 Vivian Gwynn

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

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Chapter One

It started as a dare. Ms. Hunsaker was the most-hated teacher in school, and Robbie had been itching for some sort of revenge on her since he was a freshman. She assigned more homework than any other teacher in school and always docked points for absences, even when it was the football team missing because of an official game. But it wasn’t just that she was a harsh grader. She had a way of making everyone in the class feel like they were about six years old. When students didn’t remember names or dates, she mocked them in front of the class. Robbie still remembered his first history test with her, back as a freshman. He’d thought he did pretty well. But then she’d walked through the class handing back the results, and each time she gave back a test, she said their grade aloud. When she reached Robbie, she tossed his test on his desk and called out in a piercing voice, D.

Robbie was a senior now, eighteen years old, and if he was going to get back at her, this was his last chance. So when Derek and the others offered him $50 to sneak into her house and steal something, just to mess with her, he agreed.

Robbie staked out her place for a couple of weeks just before graduation. He found out that on Friday evenings, she always left at 6:00 and seldom returned home before 8:00. She didn’t live with anyone or have a dog. Her back door was always unlocked and there was no security system.

Robbie planned his break-in for the last Friday before graduation. When the day finally came, his heart was pounding with anticipation. He’d never done anything like this before. He’d always been a good, responsible student, and he’d never had run-ins with the law. So he had a momentary pang of guilt when he told his mom and dad that he was taking a girl out to a movie. But really, Ms. Hunsaker had this coming to her. It was fate, or karma, or something, and Robbie was just helping out. When you thought about it that way, it was kind of like he was Robin Hood.

Everything went smoothly. Robbie sat in his car and watched Ms. Hunsaker leave her house and drive away. Then he walked casually around the back of her house, put on a pair of latex gloves and let himself in. So far so good.

He pulled a flashlight out of his pocket and looked around. Her house was exactly as he would have expected. Everything was neat, orderly and feminine in a spinsterish sort of way. In the kitchen there was a small kitchen table with one chair. A single flower sat in a vase on the table. In the living room, large bookshelves lined one wall, and they were filled to overflowing.

Robbie looked around. What to take? Maybe one of the books. He walked over to the shelves and looked at the titles. They all seemed to be dry tomes about the Romans or the Civil War or the history of the printing press. He wanted to take something meaningful to her, something that would really get her goat. Doubtless some of these books would count, but there were so many of them that he had no idea which ones. There had to be a thousand titles here, and it wouldn’t be very satisfying to steal something and have her never even notice it was missing.

Robbie prowled around the downstairs. Derek would never believe this. He hadn’t believed it when Robbie said he would: Robbie was all talk; he’d never actually take the chance. Well, he’d show Derek now.

There wasn’t anything that seemed suitable. Everything in the downstairs seemed no-nonsense and functional. The one piece of sentiment that Robbie saw was an old, faded picture of a young girl standing in front of a man and woman. Presumably it was Ms. Hunsaker and her parents when she was young. And while it doubtless meant a lot to Ms. Hunsaker, it didn’t seem right either. Robbie wanted to bother her, not steal an irreplaceable heirloom.

He kept looking. As time went on, he became frustrated and worried. Aside from the one anomaly of the family photo, Ms. Hunsaker seemed utterly impervious to sentimentality, personality, or fun. Everything on the first floor was polished and dusted, but none of it actually seemed meaningful. Well, maybe he’d have better luck upstairs.

Upstairs, the first room Robbie found was an office. A pile of ungraded papers lay on the desk. Couldn’t take those. That’d just screw with the students, not with Ms. Hunsaker. There was a computer. Again not quite right, plus it’d look weird trying to leave with it, and he didn’t want any neighbors calling the cops on him. The ideal thing would be something that would fit in his pocket, something that was sentimental but not valuable, that would make Ms. Hunsaker think first that she had lost it, not that she should call the police. On the wall, there was a framed diploma from her alma mater, then another one awarding her a Master of Education. That was a possibility, although not a great one. If Robbie didn’t find anything better, he might come back for it.

He headed down the hallway and entered the bedroom. He sighed. Everything was just as orderly, drab and soulless. A neatly made, queen-sized bed stood against one wall and yet another bookshelf lined the other. Again, there was nothing but books on history and teaching pedagogy, and a pile of hardcovers on the nightstand proved to be more of the same. Was there really no other side to Ms. Hunsaker? Robbie had hoped to come here and find that she was obsessed with cats or obsessively cross-stitched banal platitudes and hung them about her house. He’d hoped to find something that would show that she was human, vulnerable. He’d hoped to find some weirdness in her house to suggest that maybe, on some level, she was normal. But all he found was further confirmation that she was every bit the soulless robot she seemed to be.

A large, heavy chest that stood next to the bedside table was his last hope in this room. It was made of a dark, rough-hewn wood. Robbie sighed. She probably only liked it because it was a piece of history, and it was probably filled with even more unreadable history books. He heaved the chest open and found . . . porn. Lots and lots of porn.

Robbie’s eyes went wide as he took it in. The whole thing was full of magazines, and there was so much skin. Some of the magazines had men with women, and some had men with men. Some had women with women. Some of them even had whole groups of people copulating. Robbie thumbed through a couple of the magazines. He’d never seen so much nudity before. There were cocks and pussies and breasts everywhere, of every shape and size and color. And the people weren’t just putting penises in vaginas either. Some of the pictures showed women sucking on guys’ cocks, or having men ejaculate in their faces. Some of them showed men tied up and blindfolded, with women pushing large, brightly colored dildos up their anuses.

Well, he’d certainly found something to humanize Ms. Hunsaker. But he wasn’t sure how he felt about finding so much of it. She’d held these magazines. She’d held them while she touched herself. The thought was disquieting, but Robbie found himself breathing heavily. There was a strange feeling of tension in his groin, and his heart was pounding.

Robbie flipped a page and was confronted with a full-color spread of a large-breasted Asian woman being pleasured by a muscular black man. She was sitting on a chair wearing a black leather corset which ended just below her breasts, and she held a riding crop in her hand. He was on his hands and knees between her thighs, his head buried in her groin. The man’s cock hung down just in front of his legs, a thick, black cylinder of flesh. Robbie couldn’t look away. His eyes just kept flicking over the couple, taking in the details. The dark, heavy roundness of his