Chapter 1

Tony and Anna have been married for a few years. He is math professor and she is biology professor in the local high school. Tony is forty-six-years-old and he’s handsome, but he has a big disadvantage since his micro-penis is just short of four inches.

Even though he is handsome, because he has micro-penis all his previous relationships have ended very soon. But when he meet Anna she was very young and she hadn’t met many men before him.

Anna is a very beautiful woman, thirty-years-old, five-foot-six-inches in height, she weighs one-hundred-thirty-two pounds, and she is brunette with long, straight hair. She has an amazing body, with an amazing, pear shaped ass, a slim waist, and beautiful legs. But the most amazing thing about her body is her big DDD breasts.

She wears closed blouses to hide them, but the students realise how big, and amazing, her boobs are. And all men, especially the students, watch her carefully in the classroom, because they never miss her lessons.

All the students are horny for her, so they can’t take their eyes off her, and they all want to see down her blouse at her open cleavage, since they dream about it.

Anna never said anything bad about Tony’s penis, because she is a serious woman and has much in common with her husband. In fact, they have so much in common that they fell like they are soulmates.

She likes to read books and enjoys traveling. In the school Anna wears conservative clothes, so that she doesn’t reveal any skin, but she has an athletic, curvy, body, like a pornstar, that the students can’t take their eyes off her. Especially, three, fat and short, pervert students, who’s names are Max, Alex, and Bob. They watch her very carefully and they know she has an amazing body. Every time they are in her class, the three of them whisper to one another and they speak of her secretly. They talk about her ass and how big her tits are. Anna doesn’t notices and she has never suspected that her students watched her with so much lust.

“Good morning, Mrs. Castellanos,” chorused the students as Anna strode into the classroom, her heels clicking rhythmically on the polished linoleum floor. She offered a smile, as her eyes swept over the sea of eager faces.

“Good morning, class,” she replied, setting her books down on the front of her desk.

“I hope you’re all ready to dive into the wonders of cellular respiration today.” Anna began her lecture, her voice a blend of confidence and enthusiasm, that made even the most mundane topics intriguing. As she wrote on the board, the three short, portly students—Max, Alex, and Bob—sat in the back row, their gazes lingering on the curves of her body that was hidden beneath her tailored blazer and blouse. They had become a trio of silent admirers, passing notes that contained, not the secrets of homework, but the details of their most vivid fantasies about their young, biology professor.

Tony, on the other hand, was in his office, his mind drifting away from the complex calculus equations, to thoughts of his wife.

Anna’s innocence and inexperience before him was a double-edged sword. It allowed him to believe that she truly enjoyed their intimate moments, but the whispers and knowing glances from other men, hinted at a world of pleasure she was unaware of. Her contentment with their private life was a balm to his bruised ego, yet it also stirred a quiet fear within him that she was settling.

On the other hand, as Tony sat in his office, surrounded by the austere silence of academic contemplation, he found solace in the fact that Anna hadn’t had many experiences when they met. She had no big frame of reference for comparison from previous lovers’ whispers of “bigger” or “better” to haunt her thoughts. Her inexperience was a shield that protected both of them from the harsh realities that his condition could impose on their marriage. He remembered the tender way she had looked at him that first night, her eyes filled with love, not disappointment. He knew she found him handsome, especially, since his sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes were a stark contrast to the softness of her own features. Her love for him was genuine, grounded in shared intellect and a deep emotional connection, rather than physical prowess. The thought brought a smile to his lips as he recalled their long discussions about literature and science, their shared passion for travel, and exploration of the world’s mysteries. These were the bonds that had drawn them together, not the size of his manhood. Their marriage had been a bastion of companionship and respect, a sanctuary from the world’s cruel judgments. Anna had been his rock, supporting him through the academic challenges of his career, the quiet confidante, who had listened to his fears and aspirations. In return, he had provided her with the stability and love she had never known in her nomadic childhood. A foundation that had allowed her to bloom into the confident and successful woman she was today. Tony felt an overwhelming sense of luck every time he looked at Anna. Her beauty was undeniable, a siren’s call, that drew the eyes of every person she encountered. Her serious demeanor and sharp intellect only added to the allure that emanated from her, like a fine perfume, that lingered in the air after she’d left a room. When he had discovered that she hadn’t had many partners before they were together, it had seemed almost too good to be true.

He had approached their relationship with a mix of excitement and trepidation, knowing that he had the power to shape her sexual experiences. His plan to win her over, and to keep her by his side, had been simple and effective—be the best partner he could be in every aspect of their lives. Through countless date nights, heartfelt conversations, and shared laughter, he had constructed a love that went far beyond the physical.

Tony had taken care to introduce Anna to the intimate side of their relationship gradually, ensuring she felt safe and cherished with each step. His tender touch, and patient guidance, had allowed her to blossom sexually, never making her feel as if she were lacking, because of his own shortcomings. Over the years, they had developed a deep bond that transcended the limitations of his micro-penis.

They had discovered new ways to pleasure each other, exploring every inch of their bodies, and every facet of their desires. Tony is very skillful with his tongue and treats Anna’s clitoris well.

Meanwhile, in the hallowed halls of the school, the whispers about Mrs. Castellanos grew louder. Her beauty was undeniable, and it was clear that the students were more focused on her physical assets than the lessons she tried to impart. Max, Alex, and Bob were the ringleaders of the pack, and their hushed conversations were filled with lewd speculation and crude jokes about her ample bosom, and the tantalizing sway of her hips.

Tony, oblivious to the clandestine conversations about his wife, faced a different challenge in his math class. The rowdy trio of Max, Alex, and Bob, were notorious for their inability to sit still, and their penchant for disrupting his lessons with their raucous laughter, and off-topic banter. His patience was stretched to the breaking point as he tried to maintain order, his voice rising above the din, “Class, I need your full attention,” he’d say, his eyes drilling into them like a laser. They’d quiet down for a moment, only to erupt again in a cacophony of noise the moment he turned his back to the board.

Anna’s classroom, however, was a bastion of order and discipline. The students remained riveted to her every word, their eyes glued to the board as she scribbled notes with the elegance of a poet, and the precision of a scientist. The whispers of Max, Alex, and Bob remained confined to their thoughts, their fantasies of their teacher’s voluptuous body, that was simmering just beneath the surface of their consciousness. In the quiet of her classroom, Anna continued her lecture, completely unaware of the salacious whispers that floated just out of earshot. Max leaned closer to Alex, his eyes gleaming with mischief, “Look at her blouse,” he murmured, nodding towards Anna’s chest, “it’s practically bursting at the seams. She’s gotta have the biggest tits in the school.” Alex nodded in silent agreement, and said, “I believe she must have the biggest tits in the entire town, Man!” as his gaze was unabashedly fixed on the spot where the fabric stretched tightly over Anna’s breasts.

Bob, the shrewdest of the trio, remained more restrained, his gaze lingering just a beat longer than necessary on her shapely legs. He knew that if they were caught staring, or speaking, in such a way, they would be in serious trouble. Despite their juvenile behavior, they all held a grudging respect for Mrs. Castellanos. Her intelligence and beauty were a powerful combination, that left them simultaneously in awe and frustrated.

Alex leaned closer to Max, his voice a hushed conspiracy, “Seriously, have you noticed how her blouse seems like it’s about to pop open?” he chuckled under his breath, his eyes wide with excitement.

“It’s like she’s hiding a secret treasure beneath there.” Max nodded in agreement, his cheeks flushing slightly at the thought. They had all heard rumors of teachers who had been caught in compromising situations, but none had ever been as tantalizing as their young, biology professor. Alex leaned over to Max, his voice a conspiratorial whisper, “Dude, check out how fit Mrs. Castellanos is today. And those tits—” he paused, and then swallowed hard, “they look like they’re about to pop out of that shirt!” Max nodded, his own eyes glued to the subtle curves of Anna’s body, which her blouse did little to conceal. They had often wondered why she chose to wear such unrevealing clothes, given the treasure trove of sexual allure she obviously possessed. It was a frustration they shared, a silent bond of desire, that grew stronger with every class they attended. Max’s thoughts grew bolder with each passing class, his imagination running wild with images of Anna’s full, luscious lips wrapped around his own generous girth. It was a secret he kept closely guarded, sharing only with Alex and Bob, in hushed whispers during their stolen moments together.

“Dude, look at her face,” Max breathed, his eyes never leaving Anna’s as she moved about the classroom.

“It’s like she’s begging for it. Those eyes, those lips...” Alex nodded, his own mind racing with the same lewd thoughts.

“Her eyes are so ... intense,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

“And those tits. Imagine her looking up at us while ... suck...” his voice trailed off, but the unspoken words hung in the air, heavy with lust. Bob’s eyes darted between his friends, his cheeks reddening as he tried to focus on the lesson. The bell rang, signaling the end of the class, and as Anna gathered her materials, her movements as graceful as ever, the trio of students took it as their cue to shuffle out of the room. In the hallway, they lingered, watching her sway down the corridor, her hips moving in a way that seemed to defy gravity.

“Man,” Max breathed, his hand unconsciously adjusting his crotch.

“I’d give anything to see those big melons bounce without that blouse in the way.” Alex nodded, his cheeks flushing at the thought, “I bet she’s got the best tits in the whole town,” he said, his voice low and hungry.

“And those lips,” he continued, licking his own in a poor attempt to disguise his lust, “I bet she’d suck you off like a pro.” Max grinned, his mind racing with the vivid image.

“Yeah, Man. Those eyes of hers ... they’re like a fucking black hole,” he murmured.

“They suck you in and you can’t escape. I bet if she looked at you while you were fucking her, you’d blow your load in seconds.” His hand tightened around his books, causing his knuckles to whiten with the force of his grip. The idea of Mrs. Castellanos’s full, firm, breasts bouncing as she took him in, her eyes locked on his, was almost too much to bear. Max said, “Oh, I’d die for a blowjob from her with those hot, firm lips around my fat dick!” His words were like a pebble thrown into a still pond, sending ripples of shock through Alex and Bob.

They had all fantasized about Anna, but Max had never been so blunt. Alex couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the thought of Max being the one to experience such a thing, while Bob’s imagination was already racing with the vivid scene Max had painted. Alex’s mind reeled with the image of Anna on her knees, her full, round breasts straining against her blouse, as she took Max’s impressive girth into her mouth. He felt his own cock stir in his pants at the thought, from a mix of arousal and envy. He couldn’t deny that Max had a point—those lips of hers looked like they could suck the life out of a man, and not in the way they were supposed to in a biology context. Bob, the youngest, and shyest of the trio, blushed deeply, his cheeks almost matching the red of the apples he often brought to class. He had usually been one for crude talk, and even he couldn’t deny the allure of the image Max had conjured. As they went their separate ways to their houses, each of them couldn’t help but let their thoughts linger on Mrs. Anna. Back in the solitude of their bedrooms, the trio found themselves reaching into their pants and their hands wrapping around their swelling members. Max laid back on his bed, stroking himself with a fervor that mirrored the tempo of his racing thoughts. He pictured Anna’s eyes locked on his, filled with a passion that was usually reserved for her beloved science books. His strokes grew quicker, his breaths shallower, as he imagined her skilled tongue dancing around the tip of his big cock. Max is short and fat but has a very big dick around seven inches long.