Isabella has a surprise

Isabella Navarro was a dreamer. As she was standing in front of her students, speaking of a subject she loved so much, she imagined herself as an ancient philosopher. Tunic-clad young people had gathered around her as she sat on a rock, musing on the meaning of life, love and history.
Her interest in the subject was the reason she’d dedicated an entire lecture to the history of gladiators and their role in Roman society. To her, it showed a level of complexity in the way humans enjoyed and used entertainment that wasn’t matched until the modern era. It was also a subject on which many had preconceived ideas that she loved to shatter. In the end, people of the past were just people, like you and me.
She was lost in thought, wondering wether she had put enough emphasis on the Roman’s different views on consent, when she noticed some of her students had gathered in half a circle around her.
“Isabella?”
“Uh, yeah? What’s up guys?”
She was always aware of her small age difference with her students. She’d graduated only a few years ago, being a mere 27 years old, which sometimes made her feel like she had to fight to be taken seriously. She hadn’t tried to hide it, even confided in some of her students how tough it was to deal with a rigid organization like a university.
“We wanted to thank you. We know how hard of a time you’ve had, so we made you this.”
They pulled out a little basket filled with chocolates and flowers.
“Oh, you guys!”
She felt tears well up. They were at the end of the course, it wasn’t unheard of for students to thank their professors with gifts, and of course she’d have to discuss with the dean wether she could keep it, but still. It was so unexpected and thoughtful that she thought she’d cry. Suddenly, she was the gladiatrix, receiving donations from her fans.
“You didn’t have to do that,” she said.
“We know, but we did it anyway.”
“This is so… I could fuck you all right now.” It was out of her mouth before she knew it. It wasn’t wrong, she meant it, and it certainly wasn’t unheard of. Still, she felt a bit unprofessional suggesting it.
“Only if you want to, of course,” she laughed uncomfortably.
The silent seconds felt like hours, then the next hour felt like a dream. She was a high priestess of Venus, chief goddess of the Roman pantheon, on her knees, lips wrapped around each cock, fingers up each pussy, one after the other. She lost count how many of each. Then she was an Amazon, a mythical horsewoman riding her male captives. Then she was a lupa, a prostitute, as her costumers took turns on her pussy and mouth, even her ass at some point.
No, it wasn’t professional, but she was glad she did it. Afterwards, in the university’s showers—which she absolutely needed—she got goosebumps thinking about it. Every professor, at least the good ones, hoped their teachings reached their students. She felt like she had truly touched them, formed a connection with them. It had been a very special afternoon.
And the night would be even more special.

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The dean had urged her to save the gangbang for after she’d graded the papers next time, to not give the idea she was more friendly with some students than others. Still, she could keep the gift. Even if she couldn’t though, the memory of sharing that beautiful hour of sex was forever, no one could ever take that from her. She felt warm just thinking about it.
She lived only ten minute from where she worked, by bike at least, yet today it felt like half an hour. The surprise she had for her boyfriend was like burning coal; she couldn’t hold it any longer.
It was warm, and happy little outdoor cafes were filled with happy little people. Some took the opportunity to catch up with old friends, made love in the sun or tried to get a full-body tan.
“Isa!”
She recognized the voice immediately. Daphne and Tom were the world’s cutest couple, at least as far as she was concerned. Overly enthusiastic Daphne took the lead in most, if not all social interactions and Tom was the calm, introverted anchor without which she would probably float off to Neverland. The two had welcomed their firstborn just weeks ago, so Isabella was surprised to see them sitting in the sun, right next to a canal.
She kicked her bike stand down and parked to greet them and the baby.
“Isn’t she the cutest little gremlin?” Daphne cooed, staring into the pram. “She kept mommy in bed for two weeks, but now mommy wanted to go outside and get some vitamin D! So she dragged you and daddy along. Didn’t she?”
The baby stared at her mother with big eyes.
“She’s beautiful,” Isabella agreed.
“Yup,” Daphne sighed, falling back into her chair. “You almost can’t believe she destroyed my hoo ha.”
“God, Daph,” Tom groaned.
“Oh don’t be such a prude, honey,” Daphne laughed. “I’ll be back in business in no time. Mister grumpy’s just moody cause he hasn’t had pussy for too long. Hey, Isa, would you mind giving him a ride? Cheer him up a little?”
“Not at all,” Isabella started, already hiking up her skirt.
“No, please, it’s alright,” he objected. “I’m not much of a fucker, really.”
“Oh come on,” Daphne exclaimed. “How can you refuse an ass like that?”
Isabella grinned and dropped her skirt again. She knew Tom wasn’t too touchy-feely, so she didn’t really expect him to whip it out, so to speak. She was eager to get home anyway.
“Well,” she said, after she had received all the information she ever needed on the different types of baby poop. “I’m heading home, Kees is waiting for me.”
“Suck his dick for me. And tell him I want to see him first thing my vajayjay is up and running again,” Daphne shouted after her.
“Will do,” Isabella laughed.
She hopped back on her bike and rode straight home. Kees had dinner ready, the sweetheart. She loved him so much, devil-may-care attitude and mother-in-law offending directness and all. She couldn’t wait any longer to tell him. Before he could fill her wineglass, she pulled him into a deep kiss.
“What’s that for?” He asked, smiling.
“For getting dinner ready,” she smirked. “And for getting me pregnant.”
For the first time since she met him, Kees didn’t have any words.