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Rita broke the kiss, finally, and raised herself up so she was kneeling above her student, her hands moving to hold down Henrietta's. She was looking directly at her, the hard, stern look replaced by the kind, warm, almost motherly one. Then she let go and raised her hands up to herself and pulled off her sweatshirt.

Her body was amazing. Very athletic, but not too muscular, she had the hint of abs, a tight waist, large, soft, fantastic looking d-cup breasts, without a bra, but with dark brown nipples and large, dark aureoles. Her arms had slight muscular development, but not too much. Henrietta knew she didn't stand a chance against this woman physically.

“That was quite a fight you put up there,” Rita said, smiling slightly, she crossed her arms under her large, awesome-looking tits. “I probably still have a little work cut out for me, but I'm going to make out with you some more and hopefully won't have to fight. Okay?”

Henrietta was exhausted, and making out might be the best rest she could have. I can not hold her off, like, she is way built, what am I going to do? She's not stopping. She's, like, not going to stop. I'm going to take a break. Make out. Then try to keep her away from having me.......all the way. She's such a dyke bitch but.....thank god she's not one of the ugly ones.....I think I'll.. “Listen.....” Henrietta started to say, trying to catch her breath, “I won't tell anybody about this, just let.....” oh here she comes again and “Mmmmmhhhmmmmphhhhh” Henrietta made muzzled sounds as her teacher reengaged her mouth.

She wasn't even going to try to fight. While her hands lay limp at her sides, her teacher's lips were kissing her own, eating them up it seemed. When Rita's lips were done, they would settle into a lock on the girl's mouth, which reluctantly and tiredly opened for her, and her tongue would enjoy its stay and lick and touch Henrietta's.

Rita was pleasantly surprised to find an ever so slight movement of Henrietta's tongue, just responding, a very little, to the ministrations of her own. She's even a better kisser than Alfred. Man, this really isn't too bad. But I'm not letting her....Henrietta thought. And so she continued to think, and for the next 10 minutes, they just lay there, kissing.

Rita really started to get turned on. Henrietta's skirt was pulled part way down her thighs, her thong exposed completely, her blouse was completely open and barely on at all, while her bra was tossed on the ground, leaving her breasts on full display. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were closed, her hands were raised slightly in the air, and her legs and feet were moving a little this way and that, as her teacher continued to kiss her deeply.

Her teacher, wearing only some sweatpants, which were already beginning to sink lower on her body, the top of her perfect ass being brought slightly in view, was starting to move her hands over her young victim's body. Her hips began pushing her crotch against Henrietta's, grinding away...

Rita finally broke her kiss. She leaned over and nibbled on the girl's ear a bit, and said quietly, “Alright, time to move on to your boobs, girl.” Henrietta let out a slight protest, a mix of “no” and a little feminine grunt, which really turned her teacher on.

“God you're so hot...” Rita muttered, practically to herself, “it's on.”

Interesting work.