“You’re not going to lock it?” Dylan asked.
“No, Connor and Abhi might come by. They have a free period next.”
“Speaking of which, was it their idea for you to not wear panties today?” Dylan asked, pulling Sneha into a hug.
“Who says I’m not wearing panties?” Sneha asked, defensively.
“Well, I didn’t feel any panty lining.” Dylan groped both of Sneha’s fat ass cheeks in his palm.
“It’s called a thong, idiot!” Sneha flicked Dylan hard on his head, which made him pull his hand away.
“Oww!”
“Come on, I don’t want someone random to walk in on you perverts molesting me.” Sneha said. She walked to her office, which was attached to the classroom, swaying her wide hips for the three students behind her.
She’d gotten the attached office four years ago, when the then-head of the Maths department, Marissa, had decided to give it to her as a gift, from a mentor to a mentee. Ever since then, she has been using the office as her own, sometimes sharing it with her colleague, Jay.
“Oh, Dylan, I shouldn’t be saying this, but you got three questions wrong.” Sneha saw Dylan’s expression drop, and smiled wickedly.
“Wait, what? Seriously?!”
“Damnn, that sucks, man,” Dylan’s friends teased him. Getting three questions wrong wasn’t a big deal in normal situations, but for Dylan, on this particular day, it was. Getting three perfect quiz scores in a row meant that he would be able to face fuck Sneha. Thanks to those three mistakes, he was back at zero.
As Dylan sulked over his mistake, one of the two students, Ryan, a black student, felt up Sneha’s wide cheeks from behind. “Man, your ass looks great in these pants.”
“Thanks babe.” Sneha turned, tippy-toeing to give Ryan a kiss on his cheek. Sneha wasn’t very tall compared to the three students in her office and her two sons. She was about 5’5″, compared to Ryan’s 5’9″. Since she wasn’t wearing heels, it meant tippy-toeing was the only choice.
Ryan pulled Sneha into a quick, passionate kiss, his hands pressing firmly on her ass.
“Can I?” Ryan asked, bringing his hand to the front side of Sneha’s pants. Sneha nodded. With that nod, Ryan quickly unbuttoned her pants, pulling them down as he crouched. He exposed her full, round, wide cheeks, which showed slight signs of stretch marks, to the two students behind her.
“See Dylan, she’s wearing a thong.” Ryan said, pressing his face up against his favourite teacher’s derriere and planting a kiss upon it.
“Thanks, Ms. Peters, I’m gonna head to class now.” Ryan planted one last kiss on Sneha’s ass cheeks before getting up, leaving her pants laying on the floor.
“Okay, see you — wait, hold on,” Sneha stopped Ryan. “I just remembered, Principal Wright doesn’t want any student to be let in after the 2nd bell rings.
“And the second bell will ring before you get to class, here, let me write you a note.” Sneha took a Post-it note off her desk, writing Ryan a note for his teacher, with her ass still on display for the students in the room. “Who do you have this period?”
“Mr. Davis.”
“Okay, tell Jay to see me if he has any questions about you being late.” Sneha handed Ryan the note, giving him a peck on the cheek.
“Can you write us a note, too?” Keith, another black student, asked, walking towards Sneha.
“Where’s my kiss?” Sneha teased.
Keith, like Ryan before him, gave Sneha a kiss on her ass cheek. Both Ryan and Keith liked giving Sneha kisses on her ass, because they were, in their words, ‘ass lovers.’ Because of that, Sneha let both of them free–roam on her ass whenever they were alone.
She let her students get a feel of her ass in the morning. According to them, her ass had magical powers that allowed them to work harder. It was bullshit, of course, but she liked their enthusiasm when it came to groping her, and even their lame excuses for it.
“Here,” Sneha gave Keith the note, then called on Dylan.
“Aww, is my face-fucker upset that he won’t be able to have his way this weekend?” Sneha pulled Dylan into a hug, teasing him in a pampering voice.
*SLAP*
“No — a little.” Dylan gave Sneha’s ass a tight slap, then shrugged his shoulders. “But I’m still going to get the best blowjob regardless, so.”
“Good. Now, go to class.” Sneha gave Dylan a kiss on the lips before pushing him away.
Dylan reached his hand up to her breasts, squeezing them hard, “The no-cursing rule also applies to you.”
“OWww!”
“See ya later, Ms. Peters.” Dylan quickly walked out the office, avoiding Sneha’s right hand, closing the office door on his way out.
“That little twerp!”
******
“Hey, did you do Ms. Lee’s homework?” Abhi asked his brother as they walked to their mother’s office.
“Hmmm, no. Isn’t it due Wednesday?” Connor turned to look at his brother, answering his question with a bit of doubt in his voice.
“No. It’s due today.”
“What’s due today?” Sneha asked from her office, hearing their not-so-quiet conversation, as they entered the class room.
“Connor forgot to do Ms. Lee’s homework,” Abhi answered, walking into his mom’s office with a smirk on his face.
Sneha didn’t say anything. She looked at Connor with her death stare, causing him to tense up. “Sorry, I forgot…”
Abhi walked over to his mother, sitting in her chair with her legs crossed, giving her a hug.