Three Years Later

“We use sociological theory to understand the world around us,” Kelly lectured from the front of the class. “These aren’t theories about what is right, or what is wrong, but what is true.” She looked up at the clock on the wall, and said, “That’s all for today. Ms. Miller, please stay, I’d like to talk to you for a moment.”

A dark-haired student wearing two pasties over her perfect D-cup breasts and an extremely short plaid skirt stayed at her seat as the rest of the class filed out. The girl crossed her arms over her tits obstinately.

Kelly walked over and took a seat on the edge of the girl’s desk, legs crossed. “Do you know why I wanted to talk to you?”

“Because I said you were a massive crit?” the girl asked, sounding more annoyed than anything.

“That’s right,” Kelly said. “I can take criticism, really. But it’s, just, well, I’m not a crit. That’s hurtful. I’m just as much of a slut as you.”

Her student got a wicked grin on her face, then said, “Ok, prove it.”

Kelly hesitated, just for a second. “I’m sorry, what?”

The girl got to her feet, brought her face about a three inches from Kelly’s, and repeated, “Prove to me how much of a slut you are.”

She stuck her hand underneath Kelly’s skirt, making her gasp. Then, as the girl’s fingers teased her clit, the two of them kissed passionately, tongues entwining. Kelly groaned as…

“Cut!”

Kelly and her co-star Missy Magnum immediately broke their kiss and turned to the director, while the rest of the crew bustled around them.

The director got up from his chair nearby and said, “Missy, the line is, ‘Prove to me how much of a fucking slut you are.’ The exact wording is important, it makes it that much hotter, OK?” He turned to Kelly and said, “That was perfect, Doctor. Just like that again.” He turned and called to the crew, “Let’s reset and go again…”

Kelly was enjoying her latest movie with Missy Magnum. The writers had actually consulted her this time, and she had managed to work some real sociology into the classroom scenes. They had even agreed to shoot on location at her old college, in exchange for the school agreeing to rent the locations for free and even throw in the fluid clean-up. More than that, she thought the themes about crossing generational boundaries were important. It was what had drawn her to the script in the first place.

And, you know, the part where she got to fuck Missy Magnum, one of the biggest porn stars in the world, over and over, so that the cameras could make sure they got every possible angle, wasn’t a huge chore. She had particularly enjoyed the scene where the two of them got into a big argument and then scissored passionately.

Today’s scene, however, called for the two of them to just eat each other out. In between shots, as the cameras changed angles, Missy would take breaks and drink water or read up on the script, while Kelly’s assistant Emma filled in licking her pussy, to make sure she stayed aroused on camera.

A few years earlier, once Kelly’s initial forays into porn had proven wildly successful, she had been able to insist on bringing Emma on as part of her contract, both as a script consultant (to ensure accuracy to how young people actually talked) and as a “fluffer,” as the term went. This was on the condition that Emma stay in school and keep working toward her degree at the same time, which she diligently was, taking a lot of night classes. The girl was nothing if not hard working.

For a while, Kelly had kept teaching, too. She still did, just not a regular class. She did talks, presented at conferences, and of course did a lot of interviews. A few weeks earlier, she had received an offer from Netflix to host an educational documentary series on human sexuality. Her agent was hammering out the details.

Technically, she was just on an extended leave of absence from the school, and she knew they would be thrilled to have her back at some point, even for a single class. But she could reach so many more people through her porn career. That had become apparent from that very first scene with Madison Peters, where the two of them discussed the history of MILF tropes in cinema and then Kelly came extremely hard on Ms. Peters’ strap on.

Now, both she and Madison Peters were nominated for MILF of the Year at the next Porn Awards, and Kelly had to deal with three different appointments to find a designer who could make her a slutty-enough topless outfit for the red carpet. Her pedantic BluTube post insisting she was not, in fact, a MILF had received 600,000 likes.

As the morning’s shoot was wrapping up, Emma, her mouth and chin still slick from her fluffer job, read Kelly her messages.

“…The Late Night Show called, they want you to come on again. They promise more about sociology and less about what it was like to take Johnny Hardman’s cock up your ass.”

“I don’t know…” Kelly began.

“Well, just think about it. And Vagcorp called again, they said they have an idea for a new pussy scent they think would be great for you.”

“But I already have my own pussy scent,” she pointed out.

“Marketed toward your age bracket,” Emma explained. “This one would be targeted at younger porn viewers.”

She made a pretend banner in the air with her hand. “For when you want to smell like a MILF.”

“Hmm,” was all Kelly said.

“OK, no problem. You have the interview tonight about the latest Gen XXX trends. They sent some questions over, they want to talk about the thing where girls are ‘forgetting’ to take their birth control pills because they think the risk is hot.” Emma thought about this. “Shit, I mean, it would be hot, but… I could never. I’m too old for that shit.” Kelly grinned at her. “Oh, and they said you could go JP this time if you wanted. New network policy, to appeal to us youths.”

“Good, I probably will,” Kelly said. “OK, when is that?”

“Not until six,” Emma told her. “Do you want me to snatch you some more?”

Kelly thought about it, but shook her head. “No, I could use some air, and maybe a cock if it’s around.”

Emma nodded. “Sounds good, Doc!”

Kelly now had a new, bigger apartment in the nice part of town, paid for with proceeds from her first book, The Second Sexual Revolution. It was a bestseller, even though she hadn’t had much time to do a book tour, what with her burgeoning porn career. Emma told her that she didn’t think the topless photo of Kelly on the cover hurt any. She said the nicest things sometimes.

To get there, though, she had to walk across campus, which had her feeling nostalgic. The students were, if anything, wearing even less these days. The school had given up on trying to enforce the rule about girls covering their nipples entirely earlier that year, and it seemed like about half of the female students Kelly passed were taking advantage of this. Of course, she was, too. These days, she really enjoyed the feeling of the breeze on her tits on her walks.

When she got to the Quad, she decided to sit down on a bench near where she had seen a girl get banged from behind three years earlier and take a break. It was a beautiful day, though still too hot. Emma sometimes made fun of her for thinking it was always too hot, but Kelly had been raised in a time when temperatures rarely reached triple digits, and there was only so far she had managed to adjust.

It took less than five minutes for a boy, probably a freshman, to stop and try to talk to her.

“Are you… are you Kelly Wyndam?” he asked. He was skinny, but with definite muscle definition. She had no trouble counting his abs.

“That’s me,” she said.

“I’m Braden,” said the boy. “I just wanted to say, my mom read your book. She said she got me a lot better after, even though she still wouldn’t let me have girls over.”

“I’m glad it helped you and your mom,” Kelly said with a smile. “Say, do you have a few minutes?”

“I mean, even if I didn’t, I can stick around,” he said. “What’s up?”

“Well,” she said, “I’ve been doing girl-girl scenes all day, and they’re nice, but sometimes I just feel like I need a hard cock inside me. Can you help me out?”

“Hell yes,” he said.

A few minutes later, as she rode his surprisingly large dick there on the bench, she thought, for the first time in a couple years, about that day in class where Clarissa Bonner had refused to take off her t-shirt. Kelly would never have expected this, but the t-shirt had actually done what it was trying to do. It had gotten her to go out and "Deep Throat Life."

Shit, she really had needed some cock. She put a hand between her legs and started flicking her clit as she got closer. Several students had stopped to watch, she might have to sign a few autographs afterward.

“Fuck, you’re so much hotter in person,” Braden groaned. “You’re such a fucking slut.”

That’s right, she was a huge fucking slut. With that thought, Kelly came.

THE END… FOR NOW

Author’s Note: Yes, that’s the end of the story I’ve been planning. I really appreciate everyone who’s read this far and all of your amazing feedback. I purposely left a good number of possible branch points in the story in case anyone ever has any ideas for any of their own chapters. You’ll see more stories from me soon!