A Practical Demonstration

The next few weeks passed in something of a haze for Kelly, but it was a good haze. Most of the world fell away as she worked on her study, taught classes, and had frequent orgasms. Most commonly, either Emma ate her out or she had a chance encounter with one of the many male students on campus. She completely gave up wearing underwear, to avoid the extra step of taking it off so often.

Had some major news event occurred during that time, she would have had no idea. She could not overstate how refreshing it felt. Like the weight of the world had lifted off of her, somehow.

This, uncoincidentally, led into one of the primary theses of her study, regarding how Gen XXX had gotten this way. The crushing weight of everything going on was truly too much to bear these days, and something had to give. And she knew this because she had experienced it firsthand.

Meanwhile, the success of her initial video on BluTube had inspired her to make further posts online, including a few with her and Emma. She was gaining something of a following. The influencers over 25 on BluTube were few and far between, and unlike most of them Kelly seemed to actually have something intelligent to say. And so, somewhat accidentally, Kelly found herself becoming something of a guru, answering questions in the comments as best she could.

Around this time, Kelly was asked to do an interview. Nothing fancy, just a local news crew who had gotten wind of the fact that a local professor was gaining hundreds of thousands of followers online. Which was how Kelly ended up on Channel 14 in her white crop-top, explaining to local parents how their kids really were alright.

“I’ve had the opportunity to spend a lot of time with this generation,” she said, speaking from her living room over the video feed. “They have been kind enough to invite me into their lives. They’re not hurting anyone. They’re just… they’re having fun. And can you really blame them? To those who really don’t feel like they could ever understand their own teenagers, I would just say, try it for yourself. Walk a mile in their shoes, as the cliche goes, and see how you feel then. I tried it, and they have won me over.”

“Thank you, Dr. Kelly Wyndam, Professor of Sociology, for that amazing insight,” the anchorwoman said. Kelly couldn’t help but notice that the woman’s outfit showed quite a bit more cleavage than she recalled being acceptable on the local news. “Next, the weather. Will this heat wave ever end? Here’s a hint: I’m thinking probably not.”

After the news station switched away from Kelly, Emma pulled her head out from under her professor’s skirt. “Great job, Doc!” she said with a grin, her lips glistening with Kelly’s juices.

“Thank you, Emma,” Kelly said. “Now, could you…?”

“Oh! Sorry,” Emma said quickly. She put her tongue back on her professor’s clit.

Honestly, her classes were going better than ever. She had often found that Sociology was a subject that, for whatever reason, tended to arouse more interest in her female students, overall, than the men. Not to say that there weren’t passionate male students, just that, on average, there were less of them. But this semester, the men were, if anything, more engaged. She felt like she had unlocked something about how to communicate with students twenty years her junior.

And, of course, she wasn’t just connecting on an intellectual level, but on a personal, physical level as well. Over the course of her feminist studies education, she had internalized that men had trouble taking a woman seriously once they saw her as a sex object. And yet, somehow, she was finding almost the opposite to be true. The way to really get male college students to listen to her was to let them put their dick inside her. Really, it worked like a charm.

Still, Kelly couldn’t quite help but wonder how all this had really affected her. She recalled being completely fine with an orgasm every few weeks from her vibrator, but now she could hardly get through a day without a good fuck. She really was now, as Emma had once suggested, a dopamine addict.

Which was how she ended up feeling a bit antsy one day in class. She had slept through her alarm after a longer-than-intended evening of chatting with her followers online, and had to rush to her first class without time for any other activities. She found herself slightly on edge when DeMarcus Walsh raised his hand during her lecture to push back on the idea of immersive study as the best method of gathering data on subjects.

“Doesn’t that introduce bias into your study based on your own background?” he asked. He was tall, dark-skinned with broad shoulders, and was wearing a tank top and shorts.

“That’s a very good question,” Kelly said, walking over to where DeMarcus was sitting. “Does anyone have a response?”

“Everyone will bring biases anyway, right?” Emma said from the back of the room. Her tits, exposed except for her usual pasties, jiggled as she pulled her arm down. “And this way you’ll have a better chance to bring the right biases to see things from your subjects point of view.”

“Well, that’s one theory, certainly,” Kelly agreed.

She ran a hand over DeMarcus’ shoulders as he sat in his seat, feeling his taut muscles beneath her fingers. Fuck, she hadn’t come yet that day and she was wound tight as a bowstring. He looked up at her with a sly smile.

“DeMarcus,” she asked, loud enough for the rest of the class to hear, “would you like to come up to the front of the class with me? I think this might work better with a demonstration.”

He followed Kelly up to the lectern, which was set up on one end of a desk at the front of the classroom. Then she turned to him and said, “OK, now, you’re a Sociologist. Huge leap, I know. You’re studying male/female interactions among a group you don’t have a huge amount of familiarity with, OK? I’m one of your subjects. How do you start an interaction with me?”

After standing awkwardly for a few seconds, DeMarcus half-heartedly waved and said, “Hi, nice to meet you.”

“Ah, I’m sorry, but that was a trick question,” Kelly said with a grin. “Because if you’re initiating the interaction, you’re always going to be doing it the way you think you should do it, rather than getting information from the other person. Now, let’s try again. Same scenario, but you let me start the interaction.”

Demarcus nodded, but had little time to do more before Kelly stepped forward, put her arms around him, and kissed him. Hard. She stuck her tongue past his lips and tasted him, hands roaming. He did not pull away, and then, after a moment to get over his initial shock, put his own large arms around Kelly and kissed her back. Oh wow, she loved the feeling of pressing into his body, and she could feel his erection against her.

She broke off the kiss and said, “If you hadn’t let me take the lead, you would have been wrong about what I would do there, if that was what you were researching. Does that make sense?”

“Yes, definitely,” DeMarcus said hoarsely, eyes fixed on the ample cleavage exposed by her top.

“Now, let’s see if you did the reading,” Kelly continued. “If you were performing embedded research, how would you proceed at this point?”

“Um, keep letting you take the lead?”

“Sure,” she agreed, “but what if that doesn’t work? What if it seems like I’m waiting for you?”

“Well, uh, it’s OK to just ask, right?” Demarcus ventured.

“Yes,” Kelly replied. “Remember, embedding in a group doesn’t mean that you’re trying to fool the people inside that group into thinking you’re one of them. Usually, that’s impossible. Instead, it’s trying to give yourself the experience of being one of that group as best you can, like I’ve been doing with the Gen XXX study.”

“So,” he asked awkwardly, “um, what should I do now?”

“I think you should fuck me,” Kelly immediately responded, her tone matter-of-fact.

This brought sitcom-style “woos” from much of the rest of her class. Meanwhile, she kissed DeMarcus again, wrapping her arms around his neck, then whispered in his ear, “You can tell me no whenever you want. I won’t be mad, I promise.”

He just grinned at her, then put a hand in each of her hips and lifted her onto the desk next to the lectern. The feeling of getting manhandled by a bigger, stronger guy really did it for her, she was so wet right now. She glanced out at the class, who were all watching with great interest, even those who had expressed opinions on the pruder end of the spectrum in the past. She could see Emma in the back of the room holding up her phone to record video, a wry smile on her face.

DeMarcus hiked up Kelly’s skirt to reveal that she wasn’t wearing any underwear, which caused her to turn her attention back to him and start to undo his belt. A moment’s fumbling later, she had pulled out his hard cock. Shit, she thought, he was at least as big as Shaun. She was going to gazz so hard on that big dick.

She wrapped a hand around it, then said, loud enough for the class to hear, “You just wanted to show all the girls in here how big your cock was, didn’t you?”

This brought a round of laughter, including from DeMarcus. Then she guided him into her snatch and gasped. She heard a few of the girls in the class gasp along with her. She wrapped her arms around his back, her bare ass on the desk, while he started to pound into her.

“Yeah, give it to her!” one of the boys in the class called out. A few others hooted and hollered similar things.

“Fuck me!” Kelly growled. “Fuck your professor’s slutty pussy.”

“Yes ma’am,” DeMarcus said, as his huge cock continued to slam into her cunt.

Normally Kelly would’ve objected to being called “ma’am,” but she could make an exception just this once. Oh fuck, that felt so good, that felt so fucking good. His cock was pounding so far into her with each thrust, reaching spots that weren’t used to being reached, and it was sending shockwaves all the way through her.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see a couple of her female students now had their hands inside their bottoms, touching themselves to the sight of her getting fucked. God, that was so fucking hot, watching her students get off on her fucking another student in front of them, masturbating in class to how much of a slut she was.

It only took a few minutes for Kelly to come, very hard. She let out a wordless moan and held on to her partner, quivering on his cock. She heard a few other students quietly moaning as well. Then she felt his hot seed spurt into her.

She was still holding on to him for a few seconds, feeling the afterglow of her orgasm, when the class started to applaud. She looked over her shoulder, pushing her hair out of her face, and hopped off the desk. With a smile, she adjusted her skirt back into place as she did. She motioned with her hands for the class to quiet down.

Then she calmly said, “Thank you, Mr. Walsh. A thoroughly satisfactory performance.” She motioned for DeMarcus to take his seat again, and he obliged, buckling his pants back up as he went.

“OK, so, once we’ve finished our observations, the next step is…”

She continued her lecture as jizz started to run down the inside of her thigh. She felt much better now.