Definitely Research, You Guys

When Kelly woke up the next morning, she felt better than she had in weeks. She knew that she should be terrified that she had torpedoed her career in order to fuck a hot guy twenty years younger than her in a movie theater, and part of her definitely was. But the physical tension, the weight she’d felt in her chest, was missing. She still had the intense heat in her cunt, true. But it felt like more of a good heat than a bad heat. Maybe it was just that she didn’t feel as afraid of it.

When she checked her phone, she had another email from the Dean. At first, she was worried somebody at the theater had posted her and Shaun to BluTube and it had… but that wasn’t it. The message was somewhat elliptically worded, but it basically said that the school would be reviewing certain portions of its faculty code of conduct and that Dr. Anderson in the Biology department was reinstated effective immediately. In other words, the school administration was basically going, look, students, you want to fuck your professors so bad? Go fuck your professors. Just don’t make a big deal out of it to your parents or whatever.

She had another email, too, a login code for BluTube. Apparently, three current users had invited her: Emma, Cole, and Shaun. Emma had also sent a message, reading, “If any old lady earned it, Doc, it’s you. Have fun researching.”

And Kelly knew she should be researching, or working, or something, but she spent that Sunday mostly trolling through BluTube and watching all the videos her students were posting of themselves and, yeah, coming. A lot. She ran across a thread on Emma’s page of porn recommendations her and her friends were sending to each other, and, reasoning that it would be good to know what kind of things the students were watching, she checked some of them out. Well, more than some.

She could see what Emma meant about the female performers being the stars. They were the Olympic gymnasts and the male performers were the equipment they performed on. They deepthroated, they took on several dicks at once, they were pounded in the ass by extremely large cocks. Kelly found that Emma was particularly fond of recommending videos where the porn stars “went airtight,” as she called it, which is to say they took three dicks at once in their mouth, pussy, and ass. No wonder Emma had tried double penetration at the party. And Kelly had to admit, it did look pretty fun.

It wasn’t just their physical feats, though. The big stars were consummate performers. It didn’t matter what they were doing, they could make it seem really fucking sexy. Kelly had the thought, touching herself as she watched the videos, that quite a bit of what she had seen from Gen XXX was them acting out what they saw in porn. The same way a teenage boy might see a quarterback throw a touchdown pass on TV and want to join his high school football team, her female students had seen these women and wanted desperately to be them.

And she couldn’t really blame them. These women were rich, famous, and, if their acting was to be believed, had some truly spectacular orgasms. The more popular videos received not just millions of views, but hundreds of millions. Even Kelly knew some of their names, though she hadn’t always known who exactly that person was. Just as, a few years earlier, people like the Kardashians would occasionally appear without Kelly actually understanding why they were supposed to be famous, or she had known who Travis Kelce was dating even though she wasn’t a football fan, Kelly had heard of Missy Magnum or Amber California. She had just assumed they were new pop singers or something of that nature. Not the case, as it turned out.

In between orgasms, she poked around a little more. This was all sociology, she reasoned, and therefore she was totally working right now, even if she was still touching herself. The tendrils of porn had worked their way through much of popular culture and beyond. Missy Magnum, it turned out, did in fact have a music career, in the videos for which she lip synched while taking dick. She was dating a major male movie star, last seen playing a superhero in a billion dollar blockbuster. She also frequently endorsed products, and not just sex toys or things like that, but mainstream deals. Kelly found a commercial for a popular teen skincare product in which the stacked brunette, wearing a skimpy bikini made out of approximately two square inches of cloth, said to the camera that her first choice for healthy skin “is usually provided by my partners after I give them a workout,” but “when I’m on the go, I use Purina Plus Lotion. It’s just as good as a real facial, and I don’t mean at a salon.” Then she winked at the camera.

And to appeal to Gen XXX, porn stars weren’t just becoming more mainstream, it seemed like the mainstream was becoming more porn. Serena Gimenez was far from the only young star moving toward more sexual content, and not just in an “oops, my sex tape just happened to leak” kind of way, but often in more of a “I’m posting my sex tape to my BluTube account, I’m really excited for all of you to see it!” kind of way.

Kelly found that when Emma and her friends waxed rhapsodic online about the cock of movie star Callum Monroe, who had just been cast in the new Batman remake, they weren’t just fangirls with active imaginations, they actually had a pretty good idea what they were talking about. He had posed for several different photo shoots completely nude, including a few showing him with his girlfriend, also a popular actress, in various… positions. Kelly had to admit, they weren’t exaggerating. She wondered how much of his rise to stardom had been driven by his penis size.

She got herself off again looking at the photos. She had lost count of what number orgasm that was for today.

It occurred to Kelly that if it the school was changing its policy towards sexual relationships between students and teachers, maybe it would change, or at least refrain from enforcing, some other things? If a video of her at the theater got out, would the school even care? What if…what if she posted something herself, like on her BluTube account? It would certainly make for an interesting experiment. But it didn’t seem worth the risk at this point. She could enjoy herself and research her paper and remain employed, right? Right?