Joan Baez Nude Novels & Stories

“I always liked it when you chose to go ‘skins.’” When Joan had finished kissing and caressing my chest, she leaned back in the corner of the sofa. She opened her robe completely. She was wearing a very pretty pair of white briefs. They had a lace waistband and panels of lace that framed her mound. Much as I liked looking at her breasts, I could not take my eyes off of her pubes. My blood was starting to boil again. “Would you like to kiss me down there?” Joan asked, noting my interest. “Yes,” I whispered huskily. “Then come here, Sweetie.”

That beach day last summer on her twentieth birthday, her bikini just four tiny triangles of red cloth barely big enough to sling her heavy breasts, so thin they showed her peaking nipples and the cameltoe outline of her vagina slit, caught by my camera in all but p**n poses! My hand strokes and tugs frantically as I think of those bikini pictures I took of her, and my lust and sex pleasure swell to the point of no return! Other images – more erotic now! My sweet young daughter nude in the poses I’ve ogled p**n girls in. On all fours just in high heels and sheer black nylons, her knees wide and her vagina slit peeping out between her bum cheeks ready for me from behind! Now we’re naked toget