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Erotic Lesbian Tales 2: Lipstick Lesbians
(Buchan, Eyre and Smi)

Lesbians Camping Together: By Chrissie L. Smith





Yet Christina`s tits were nothing compared to Beccy`s! Beccy had not the nicest face but when she hit 13 her knockers began to grow and they haven`t stopped! Thus at the age of 19 she possessed a pair of 34EE boobs. Even wearing a loose woolly jumper they looked like two water filled footballs. Sometimes she didn`t wear a bra and her nipples stood out at least an inch! Added to this Beccy had an all over tan (and I mean all over) a nice pair of legs and a tight bum (Christina`s was plump in comparison). Thus when I went camping with a group of friends you can imagine my joy when I went to my girlfriends tent to get her CD player and found the two girls kissing!



I stood by the flap of the tent, not actually inside, hardly daring to breathe. Beccy was leaning against the pole and both girls had their arms round each other. Their lips were locked together and the wet slopping noises and heavy breathing indicated mouths were open and tongues were being used! Beccy ran her fingers through Christina`s hair and then took Christina`s hands and put them on her tits. Christina fondled them whilst they continued to kiss. Then Christina pulled back, Beccy put her arms up and her T-shirt was pulled over her head. It was tossed aside and Christina took a few seconds to examine what she had just revealed. 





Straight Seductions: By Celeste Buchan





The decision was finally made for me one evening when I suggested sex, nice tender loving sex which we both normally enjoyed so much.



"All you fucking think about is sex!" she screamed as she hurled a vase at my head, complete with flowers and water, "If you want it so bad then fuck off and find a quick shag, but don`t you fucking dare bring her back here!" she picked up a large glass ashtray that we had stolen from the pub some weeks ago and prepared to throw that too.  I heard it smash into the door through which my hasty exit had been made.



I packed and fucked off without a word, leaving my normally placid lady to trash the apartment she was now the sole tenant of, packed the car with some bags and called Lisa, my best girlfriend on her mobile.



"Hi darling," she gushed, "I was just about to take a long soak with a book and a bottle of wine."



I explained about Emma, the girl I had just left, and asked if I could stay for a few days until I could find somewhere permanent to live.



"God yes, of course darling," cooed Lisa, "pop round now and we can share the tub and chat."



The thought of seeing the luscious Lisa naked and sharing a prolonged bath with her made me tingle all over with delicious anticipation.





Yes, Miss, Three Bags Full: By Sammi Eyre





As always, my thoughts wandered back to Connie and how my arm had brushed hers this morning as I passed her.  Yesterday our fingers touched as she handed me some keys, and I felt a tingle up the length of my arm as I remembered the sensation.  I slid my trousers and pants down slowly, imagining undressing myself in front of her, surrounded by candles and accompanied by Mozart.  Closing my eyes, I remembered the week before, when she leaned against me and rested her head on my shoulder during a particularly dull staff meeting, and I could see her proud nipples through her shirt as I shifted so that her head fit snugly under my chin. My hand caressed my thighs and up towards my wet slit, and I spread my legs wider, shaking my trousers off.



Using one finger I caressed my swollen clit slowly, so slowly it was almost tortuous.  I pictured Connie in front of me, her hand instead of mine, bringing me pleasure and a shuddering release.  I gasped, arching my back and stretching out my legs as I reached orgasm quickly, then relaxed as the waves ceased to course through my body.