The Math Professor And The Biology Professor

She has an amazing body and she has an amazing shaped pear ass. She has slim waist and beautiful legs. But the most amazing thing about her body is her big DDD breasts. She wears loose blouses to hide her huge tits. But the students realise how big and amazing her boobs are . And all men and especially the students watch her carefully in the classes. They never miss her lesson. All the students are horny for her and they can't take their eyes from her. All the students want to see her with her blouse with a little cleavage showing. They all dream of it.

Tony has a handsome face but because he has micropenis, all his previous relationships ended quickly. But when he met Anna she was a young virgin. So Tony was the first man Anna had sex with. And she had no idea how big an average penis is so she thinks Tony's 9 centimetre penis is normal. Anna is a serious woman and she has much in common with Tony. She likes to read books and travel . In the school, Anna wears conservative clothes and she doesn't reveal much skin while at the school. But she has an athletic and curvy body like a pornstar and the students can't take their eyes from her. Especially three fat and short pervert students named Max , Alex and Bob.  They watch her body very carefully and they know she must have an amazing body. Every time during her lesson, the three students whisper one to other and speak about her secretly. They talk about her ass and how big her tits look. Anna didn't notice anything. Anna never suspects her students watch 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, her eyes sweeping over the sea of eager faces. "Good morning, class," she replied, setting her books down on the desk at the front. "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, 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. He had always felt inadequate in the bedroom, aware that his size did not match the expectations of a woman as stunning as Anna. Despite his insecurities, she had never complained, always reassuring him of her love and satisfaction. Yet, he couldn't shake the feeling that she might be hiding her true desires.

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.

But 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 had been a virgin when they met. She had no frame of reference for comparison, no 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 wonder and excitement, not disappointment.

He knew she found him handsome, his sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes 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 was a virgin 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 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 micropenis. They had discovered new ways to pleasure each other, exploring every inch of their bodies and every facet of their desires.

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, their hushed conversations 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 Algebra 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 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 maybe the whole city!" Alex nodded in silent agreement, his gaze 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 professor Anna is today. And those tits—" He paused, 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..." 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.

Class ended and Anna gathered her materials, her movements as graceful as ever, and 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 balloons bounce without that blouse in the way."

Alex nodded, his cheeks flushing at the thought. "I bet she's got the best tits ever," 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, his knuckles whitening 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, 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 shiest of the trio, blushed deeply. He had never been one for crude talk, but 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. Castellanos. Back in the solitude of their bedrooms, the trio found themselves reaching into their pants, their hands wrapping around their swelling members. Max is 18 years old, he is short, only 157 centimetres tall and fat, around 95 kilogrammes bodyweight. But surprisingly he has a 20 centimetre long hard cock. 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 cock.

Alex, in his cluttered room, found himself sitting at his desk, his textbooks shoved aside to make way for his hand. He envisioned Anna's perfect breasts, released from the confines of her blouse, bouncing with each moan she would let out as he took her from behind, her nails digging into the wooden desk that now stood between them. His grip tightened, his strokes growing more erratic as he pictured her arching back, her mouth open in silent ecstasy. Alex has nothan better appearance from Max. He is 160 centimetres tall and 85 kilogrammes bodyweight. Alex's cock is fully erect and reaches 18 centimetres and is veiny. His balls are full with sperm from Professor Anna's hot body. 

Bob, on the other hand, retreated to the privacy of his shower, the steam obscuring the mirrored walls. He let his eyes wander over the contours of his own body, his mind's eye replacing it with Anna's. He watched her through the fog, her wet hair plastered to her back, her breasts heavy and full as water cascaded over them. He reached out to touch himself, his hand moving with the same urgency he imagined her touch would be. The water pounded on his skin, a poor substitute for her body pressed against him. Bob is 18 years old and he is even shorter than Max, around 155 centimetres in height and fat, around 90 kilogrammes bodyweight. He is the ugliest of the trio but he has the biggest and the most fat cock of them all. Bob's cock is around 23 centimetres long and very fat and veiny. 

In their separate sanctuaries of lust, the trio found solace in their fantasies, their thoughts a whirlwind of desire that swirled around the unsuspecting Anna. Max's bedroom was a chaotic mess of discarded clothes and dirty dishes, a stark contrast to the orderly environment of the school. Yet, amidst the disarray, he found a strange comfort in the thought of Anna bringing order to his chaotic life, her soft touch and gentle words soothing his soul as much as her body could excite it.

Alex, on the other hand, had a more sophisticated approach. He often found himself approaching Anna after class, his eyes feasting on the swell of her breasts as she bent over to retrieve a fallen pencil or leaned against the desk to explain a complex concept. Each time, he would feign confusion about the day's lesson, his mind racing with the possibilities of what could happen if she ever caught on to their not-so-secret obsession.

"Professor Anna," he'd say, his voice a perfect blend of earnestness and innocence, "I'm having a bit of trouble with cellular respiration. Could you explain it to me again?" Anna, ever the dedicated educator, would offer a small smile, her eyes lighting up as she launched into an impromptu review of the material, her hands gesturing animatedly as she talked. Alex would listen intently, nodding along as if truly invested in the topic, all the while savoring the way her blouse clung to her body with each movement, hinting at the curves beneath.

Max, on the other hand, took a more direct approach. His heart pounding in his chest, he'd saunter over to her desk after class, his eyes lingering on her breasts. "Hey, Mrs. Anna, I've got a question about the homework," he'd murmur, his voice a low rumble that seemed to carry the weight of his desire. Anna, ever the professional, would lean over to help him, her breasts pressing against the desk, giving him an unobstructed view of the ample cleavage she usually kept hidden. Max would swallow hard, trying to keep his eyes on the assignment, but inevitably, they'd drift down, his thoughts a riot of lust.

Bob, the most shy of the trio, found his own ways to cope with his obsession. He'd hover around her in the staff lounge, his eyes downcast but always watching, always waiting for a glimpse of bare skin or a hint of what lay beneath her professional attire. His cheeks would burn with every encounter, but he couldn't resist the magnetic pull she had on him. He'd often catch himself daydreaming about her during class, his mind wandering to places it shouldn't as he imagined her in various states of undress.

One fateful day, Bob gathered the courage to approach Anna after class. His heart pounded in his chest, his palms slick with sweat as he stuttered out a question about mitosis. Anna, ever the patient teacher, leaned in to explain, her ample chest brushing against his arm as she drew on the desk with a marker. Bob's eyes darted down, unable to resist the temptation, and he felt a jolt of electricity as he saw the slightest hint of cleavage.

The trio had become masters of stealth in their quest to capture the essence of Mrs. Castellanos's beauty. Max, with his quick reflexes and a phone camera that could snap a photo without a sound, had managed to get a few shots of her when she leaned over to help a student or bent down to grab a dropped pen. Alex's phone was equally adept at capturing the swell of her breasts as she gestured at the board, her blouse stretching taut with the movement. Bob, the most technologically savvy of the three, had even managed to set his phone to take a quick burst of photos when she was distracted by a particularly intriguing question.

They had developed a ritual, a silent pact to never get caught. After each successful class, they'd retreat to their separate corners of the school, comparing their latest trophies with the same excitement of kids swapping baseball cards. Max had the best angle on her ass, Alex had a knack for her tits, and Bob had the face shots—those sultry, unguarded moments when she'd bite her lip in thought, her eyes alight with the fire of scientific discovery.

Bob's heart raced as he held his phone under the table, displaying the latest image they had of Anna. The candid shot had captured her in a moment of unguarded concentration, her plump, red lips wrapped around the end of a pen as she paused to consider a student's question. The picture was innocent in nature but to the trio of perverted teens, it was a treasure trove of sexual innuendo. Max's eyes widened as he took in the image, his mind instantly drawing parallels to a different kind of sucking.

"Oh, man, look at that," Max murmured, his voice thick with lust. "She looks like she's practicing for the real thing." Alex snickered, his cheeks flushing as he leaned in for a closer look. The three of them had gathered in an empty classroom during lunch, the perfect place to share their illicit stash of photos without the prying eyes of the school's faculty or the judgment of their peers.

The image on Bob's phone was indeed a masterpiece. Anna's plump, red lips were pursed around the end of a pen, her eyes narrowed in concentration as she listened to a student's explanation. It was a simple, innocent act, yet in the minds of the hormone-addled teenagers, it was a visual feast of erotic promise. Max couldn't help but let his imagination run wild.

"Look at that," Max whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "It's like she's practicing for the main event." Alex and Bob nodded in silent agreement, their eyes glued to the screen, each seeing a different version of their favorite teacher in their minds. The room grew thick with tension, the air heavy with the scent of their collective arousal. They were all too aware of the power dynamics at play, the teacher-student boundary that made their fantasies all the more thrilling and forbidden.

Max said, "Look at her, man, she looks like she could take a blowjob to the pen," his voice thick with innuendo as he passed the phone to Alex. The image on the screen was indeed suggestive, capturing Anna's full lips wrapped around the end of a pen as she listened intently to a student. The way her eyes were slightly narrowed, focused on the words she was writing on the board, added an unintentional seductive quality to the mundane scene.

Alex took the phone, his heart racing as he studied the picture. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy towards the pen in her mouth. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's like she's begging for it." Bob looked on, his cheeks a fiery red as he tried to keep his arousal hidden. The idea of Anna, their object of desire, engaging in such a base act was both terrifying and incredibly arousing.

They reluctantly packed away their phones, the images of Anna burned into their retinas. As they walked to their next classes, their thoughts remained with her, the anticipation of the next glimpse of her curves setting their hearts racing. Max couldn't help but wonder if she had any idea of the effect she had on them, her innocent gestures and movements fueling a fire that could never be quenched.

Once back in their houses, the trio retreated to their private sanctuaries. Max flopped onto his unmade bed, the image of Anna's plump lips wrapped around the pen replaying in his mind. His hand slid into his pants, his cock already standing at attention. He began to stroke it, picturing Anna's mouth on him, those same lips that had just been around the plastic cylinder now eagerly sucking him off. The fantasy grew more intense, his strokes more vigorous as he imagined her eyes looking up at him with a mix of innocence and lust, her full breasts bouncing with each movement of her head.

Alex, in his own room, had laid out his stash of photos and notes, his heart racing as he picked up his favorite—a shot of Anna's breasts threatening to spill out of her blouse as she leaned over to help a student. He placed it on his pillow, his eyes tracing the curve of her neck down to the shadowy valley between her breasts. He palmed his own cock, the fabric of his pants growing damp with his pre-cum. In his mind, he was that student, feeling the softness of her tits against his cheek, his mouth watering for a taste of her flesh. His strokes grew faster, his breaths more ragged, as he imagined her whispering sweet nothings into his ear, her breath hot and heavy with desire.

Bob, found solace in his makeshift darkroom—his closet. He had set up a small computer screen, displaying his favorite images of Anna in various states of undress, all captured with a careful blend of timing and technology. He unzipped his pants, his eyes never leaving the screen, as he began to stroke his cock. His mind raced with scenarios of her discovering his obsession, her eyes widening with shock before filling with a hunger that matched his own. He bit his lip, the sound of his own breathing the only noise in the tiny space as he worked himself to a fever pitch, imagining her mouth on him, those perfect teeth grazing his sensitive skin.

The images of Anna on the screen only served to fuel Max's fantasies as he lay on his bed, his hand moving furiously. He pictured her in various positions, her body contorting in ways that defied logic as she took all three of them at once. Her moans filled his head, her breasts bouncing as she rode him, her eyes locked onto his as if daring him to look away. It was a power play, a fantasy where he was the one in control, and she the eager participant. He could almost feel the warmth of her pussy, the slickness of her arousal coating him as he pumped away, the tension in his body building like a tightly coiled spring.

Alex's strokes grew more frantic as he pictured Anna's plump, red lips wrapped around his cock, her eyes closed in ecstasy. He imagined her naked body, those same curves that had driven them mad in class, now writhing in pleasure beneath him. He could almost feel the weight of her breasts in his hands, her nipples hard and responsive to his touch. His fantasy grew more vivid, the sounds of their lovemaking drowning out the silence of his room.

Meanwhile, Max had kicked off his shoes and thrown his head back, his hand moving in a blur as he envisioned himself buried deep inside Anna, her tight pussy clenching around him as she begged for more. He could see the sweat beads glisten on her skin, her back arched in pleasure as he pounded into her. The room was filled with the sounds of his own moans and the slap of skin against skin.

In the hallway, the whispers grew louder. Max, Alex, and Bob were now the center of attention, their leers and lewd comments about Anna becoming more brazen with each passing day. Other students began to catch on, and a palpable tension filled the air.  The three friends grew bolder, their envy of Tony and his beautiful wife spilling over into their interactions with him.

As the weeks pass, the trio became more and more noisy during Tony's lessones because they feel more and more envy for Tony because he is married to a sexy woman like Professor Anna. They couldn't help but whisper about her incessantly, their voices carrying through the air like a siren's call. Max, Alex, and Bob found themselves increasingly distracted by the thought of her voluptuous body, her full breasts, and the way her hips swayed when she walked. Their envy grew like a cancer, eating away at any semblance of respect they had once had for their math teacher. 

One the other hand when the trio of the pervert fat students entered Anna's classroom, the atmosphere shifted. The trio would fall into an eerie calm, their eyes glued to her like magnets. They watched her every move, from the way she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear to the subtle sway of her hips as she moved about the classroom. Each of them had a raging erection under their desks, straining against the fabric of their pants. They couldn't help but stare at her, their thoughts a whirlwind of lust and desire.