Finishing Her Paper

Kelly was willing to let Emma make the decision, but the girl eventually decided not to post the video of Kelly getting fucked in front of the class. It just seemed like the kind of thing that parents might get particularly bent out of shape about if they ever saw it. Anyway, they were concentrating on finishing the paper right now and they didn’t need any distractions. Emma told Kelly that she told understood. She just hadn’t gazzed yet that morning, it was totally normal. Like one of those mugs that says “Don’t talk to me before I’ve had my coffee,” but with orgasms.

The two women pulled in Jorie the Psych TA to help them process all of the written data Emma had collected from their study participants into a more digestible format, in exchange for footnote credit and frequent cunnilingus. Having three of them working was better anyway, because then two of them could do different things while the third ate out one of the others, in order to keep up morale.

The biggest distraction they ran into was a BluTube message from someone named Madison Peters. Ms. Peters, Emma excitedly explained, was one of the most famous MILF porn stars in the world. Her profile photo showed a long-haired blonde who had clearly had plastic surgery on her face at some point, with two extremely large, round tits.

As it turned out, Ms. Peters had seen some of Kelly’s posts and was interested in doing some work together. Or, as Jorie put it, “She’s giving you the chance to do porn! That’s every girl’s dream!”

And at another moment, Kelly, or at least the version of herself that Kelly had recently discovered, would have very strongly considered this, but she had been working toward getting published for long enough that she didn’t want to get sidetracked at the last minute. So she let Emma write a response basically asking Ms. Peters to let her know of any specific opportunities so they could coordinate their schedules. Kelly hoped that would string the woman along long enough without putting her off completely.

Later that night, however, Kelly went on something of an online binge of Madison Peters’ more popular scenes. She seemed to specialize in playing the woman of experience bringing that experience to younger men and women in need of it. In other words, she had made a career out of playing to Gen XXX’s fantasies of fucking their parents. Sure, the scenes were usually sure to say she was a “stepmother,” or some other authority figure, but it was very clear to Kelly what was happening here. And it was hot as fuck.

There were also, unsurprisingly, numerous scenes in which Ms. Peters played the part of a teacher. These followed a few standard templates, but nearly always involved her banging her students. Kelly could see why Ms. Peters had found her so interesting in particular. Still, she found a lack of… realism? Despite the way that pornography’s production values seemed to have increased greatly over the course of the past decade or so, there was something about the performances in these that never quite rang true for Kelly. She could perform the role better, she thought, she had the experience…

No, that was stupid. She had a doctorate. Then she heard Emma in her head, saying, “What, doctors can’t be porn stars?” In any case, the lack of believability didn’t prevent Kelly from coming several times on her vibrator while watching it.

Still, after that night Kelly got back on track with her work, and got by with lots of “snatchings” from Emma and Jorie and the occasional after-class fuck, when she just couldn’t get through the day without a cock inside her.

So before long they put the finishing touches on the paper and she sent it to her friend Professor Joe Davis in the literature department, who agreed to help with proofreading, with a week to spare before the submission deadline. The final paper included (1) a detailed description of current Gen XXX culture and practices, as much as could be managed in limited space, (2) a thesis for the origins of some of the more unique cultural practices of Gen XXX, particularly, of course, its general penchant for fucking all the time, with Kelly’s supporting evidence, (3) a discussion of why, in Kelly’s considered opinion, those who professed **** perturbation at said cultural practices were incorrect regarding its negative effects, and (4) an appendix containing a helpful glossary of terms, put together primarily by Emma.

Professor Davis' feedback was uniformly positive. He said that if the Journal of Sociology didn’t want to publish it, their heads were further up their collective ass than he thought, and in any case Kelly should be able to rewrite most of it as a more mainstream media piece. He knew a guy at The Atlantic who could get her an in, if she needed.

So Kelly, Emma, and Jorie sent in their paper under the title “Defining the Second Sexual Revolution: Studying Cultural Changes Among the So-Called ‘Generation XXX,’ and the Origins and Consequences Thereof.” Not super catchy, Kelly had to admit, but these things never were.

It seemed appropriate to celebrate the study’s completion, even if they didn’t know if it would be accepted. So Emma invited Shaun and Cole from Cassidy over to Kelly’s apartment that night, and the five of them made a night of it. Which is to say, they all fucked each other’s brains out for hours.

At some point in the past week, Emma had asked Kelly what she planned to do after their project was over. What she was trying to ask was how much of Kelly’s new slutty lifestyle was, if not an “act” per se, then the result of a temporary immersive study intended to advance her academic career and nothing more. And yes, that had originally been the intention of some part of Kelly, sure, but… even at the beginning, she was now pretty sure that a big part of her just wanted to have a lot of hot sex like she had never experienced before.

Now, in Kelly’s bedroom, Jorie was fucking Emma’s pussy with a strap on (not the purple one Emma carried around in her purse, but an enormous black dildo that Jorie said she had named “the Widowmaker” because after she fucked women with it they didn’t need their husbands anymore), while at the same time Shaun’s cock was working in and out of the girl’s mouth. Cole was behind Jorie, screwing her up the ass at the same time she continued plowing the younger girl with her huge rubber cock. As all this was going on, Kelly sat to one side, watching the proceedings while taking a much-needed breather. She had already had three orgasms, each bigger and better than the last.

And she thought, as she watched them, that she really did not want this to be the last time that happened. She loved having orgasms, but she also loved… something else. The whole culture, maybe, a culture that seemed to value intimacy and pleasure over personal advancement. She wanted more conversations with Emma and other,new friends about the art, the intricacies having sex, of having and giving orgasms.

She was pulled out of her reverie when Jorie screamed “Fucking shit!” and started shaking uncontrollably. Emma pulled her mouth off of Shaun’s cock and sat up to kiss her friend, while the girl continued to quiver with Cole’s dick up her ass.

“That’s it,” Emma said quietly, “breathe like we talked about. See how long you can hold your gazz, keep yourself right there. Do you have it?”

Jorie didn’t respond, but Emma smiled at the other girl continuing to shake for several more seconds. She eventually fell forward onto the bed, Cole’s cock slipping out of her ass, while Emma continued to plant small, sensual kisses on her mouth. Kelly could see that Jorie’s eyes had rolled halfway up her head. Emma managed to get her friend to roll over, and then the two of them laid side by side on the bed, tongues out, ready for the boys to jack off onto their faces.

Kelly didn’t want to be left out, and moved over to the bed and pushed herself in next to them. There was something about a guy coming in her face that really did it for her these days. And she did almost feel like she was coming again with the first spurt of jizz hit her. But it was Jorie who took the biggest loads, a blissed-out grin never leaving her face. Then the three of them kissed each other again, swapping the two guys' cum between them.

Emma explained afterward that Jorie had mentioned to her that she was working on techniques to have better and longer orgasms. After a while, even with the most wholesome ****, sometimes you have to go further and further to get the same high.

The next two weeks seemed to take forever, as Kelly waited for a response from the Journal. She tried to tell herself that it wouldn’t be end of the world if they rejected it, that Professor Davis was right, she might be able to sell a version to a more mainstream publication. But even through the orgasmic haze that she did her best to keep up, her anxiety started to break through.

Finally, the response arrived, and Kelly found herself hesitating for a moment to even open the email. But only for a moment.