Date: Mon, 30 Mar 2015 21:06:01 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bell of new Oeleans (Lesbian/Adult Youth oral, anal nursing g/FF, f/FFFfff

Warning:

Adult Youth oral, anal nursing g/FF, f/FFFfff

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content offends
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              Belle of New Orleans
                      By
                     Jan

	I was born into a wealthy southern family and
was expected to grow up and marry into a political
and financial alliance, just like my mother had.  My
mother's primary concern had always been her looks
and figure.  She was obligated to have children to
carry on her husband's family name and business, at
the same time keep her figure for social occasions.
As soon as she gave birth to a child she worked hard
with a personal trainer to regain her youthful figure.
Her waist had been only 21 inches when she married.
She gave birth to two boys and me, and with each
birth her waist had increased by at least an inch.  As
far as she was concerned it was a tragedy that by the
age of 25 her waist had increased to 24-inches, she
acted as if that was a national disaster.

	The idea of wet nursing her children was out of
the question.  A black wet nurse, named Ruby, had
been hired to breastfeed me and raise me.  As soon
as my brothers were of school age they were sent to
boarding schools.  To ensure that my French was
impeccable, I was sent off to Rimes, France to a
Catholic girl's boarding school as soon as I was old
enough.

	It didn't bother me to be separated from my
parents at all, but broke my heart to be separated
from Ruby.  It had been a traumatic thing for me
when my mother decided that I should be weaned
from Ruby's tit.  I had a fit, to no avail though, when
I was not allowed to suck her breasts.

	Being escorted by Ruby to Rimes was terrible
for me, because I knew that she would be returning
back to  New Orleans Louisiana, without me.  As soon
as she placed me in the care of the good Sisters,
Ruby and I had a tearful goodbye.

	I was so distraught over the separation from
my Ruby there was no way I could be consoled.  I
cried constantly.  I couldn't think about anything but
how much I missed Ruby.  I was a major disruption
within the dorm.  The other girls hated my constant
whining.  Our dorm was supervised by Sister
Bernadette.

	Sister Bernadette was forced to take me under
her wing.  So the other girls could get some sleep she
would take me into her room to comfort me.  Her
room was a simple thing.  There was her twin sized
bed, a wardrobe for her habits and some simple
dresses for those occasions she could wear street
clothes, a small vanity, and a simple wooden desk and
chair.  Being a really old school her room included a
fireplace that had been converted to a gas fireplace
to heat her room during the winters.

	I would change into my nightgown and report to
her room.  She would also be wearing a simple white
cotton nightgown, and she would comfort me by
placing me on her lap while sitting on her straight
backed wooden chair.  I would rest my head on her
ample breasts while she would be hugging me tightly
against her body.  I broke down and told her about
how I missed my Nanny.  I told her about how much I
missed her milk and the feel of Nanny's soft warm
nipple in my mouth.

	Sister Bernadette pulled the neckline of her
gown down and pulled one of her creamy white
breasts out for me to suckle on while I sat on her lap.
She had large mauve areola with plump nipples.  I
latched onto her nipple and sucked greedily on it.
There was no milk of course, but it was gratifying to
suckle on her tit.  It didn't take long before Sister
Bernadette was moaning softly.

	She didn't wear perfume, so she smelled of a
natural body odor and unscented soap.  It was
comforting to feel her heart beating and the warmth
of her flesh cradling my body.  She would rest her
right hand on my left thigh.  Slowly she would slide
my nightgown up my thigh until her hand would move
over my bald vulva.  It felt so good to be sucking on
her nipple, while she stroked my smooth pussy, until I
would fall asleep in her arms.

	I would wake up in the mornings in bed with her,
and feel her warm body pressing against my body.  As
the days and weeks passed she started taking me to
bed and exposing my naked body and then she would
kiss me on the mouth.  She would lick and kiss her
way down my body until she could place her mouth
over my vulva and lick the crack until I would feel an
incredible thrill.  My nights became incredibly
thrilling.

	She did have to ask me to make love to her the
way she was doing to me.  I just had to find out for
myself what her pussy tasted like.  I asked her to
take off her nightgown, so that I could see her body.

	Sister Bernadette's body was soft and full, her
curves were that of a full figured woman.  It was the
opposite of my mother's girlish figure.  She was about
fifty years old, hard to tell because of her youthful
appearance.  Her hips were wide, and her thighs were
thick.  Being a French woman she had hairy arms and
an abundant amount of pubic hair, both under her
arms and on her vulva.  I loved spreading her legs and
kissing the insides of her thighs, working my way up
her leg until I reached the junction of her legs and
torso.  The smell of her pussy was so erotic to me.  I
licked her pubic hair, parted it with my fingers to get
to her meaty flavored labia minor and clitoris.  I
relished sucking on her clit and drinking her fluids.

	I grew as close to her as I had ever been to
Ruby my black nanny.  Sister Bernadette loved me in
her own way, but knew that she had to break my
dependence on her for me to mature into my own
woman.  Besides, as I matured, she lost interest in
me.  She preferred young girls, and there was a new
crop every year to select from.

	She introduced me to other sisters and lay
teachers that were happy to show me how to love
them.  There were also plenty of classmates that
were happy to share their beds with me.  By the time
my parents decided to bring me home to prepare me
for my responsibility to marry into the right family,
not only was my French perfect, my sexual tastes
were perfect for a dyed in the wool lesbian.

	When I returned to New Orleans I had no
desire to marry any of the assholes that my family
considered eligible to form the right alliances.  I
preferred the company of women.  I sought out Ruby
my old nanny and convinced her to allow me to breast
feed from her dry tits.  It was only a matter of time
before she allowed me to suck her clit too.  I partied
with other women a lot, but Ruby was always the one
I returned to.

	When told my parents that I was not about to
marry any of the assholes they considered
appropriate they had fit.  I came out and told them I
was a lesbian and had no intention of marrying anyone
until I found the right girl.  I was disowned on the
spot.

	I gathered up a few belongings and went to the
colored quarter and moved in with Ruby.  I got a job
working as an interior decorator.to support myself.
My closest friend at the company was a gay black
man, named Roy.  He was a raging queen, and he knew
I was a lesbian.  While he was carrying on about some
stud he wanted get in the pants off, he would also be
pointing out some attractive girl he thought I could
seduce.

	One day we were called to the home of a
wealthy family, because the woman of the house
wanted to remodel the whole house.  It turned out to
be the home of one of the wealthiest families in
Louisiana, and one of the closest friends of my family.
I hadn't recognized the name, because the woman had
used her mother's maiden name, and it was not a
southern name.

	When Roy and I arrived at the estate we were
greeted by the woman.  The minute I saw her I
recognized her.  I had met her at several gathering
of the elite families of Louisiana in the past, and her
name was Ashley.  I wasn't sure she was aware of my
family disowning me, so I decided to bluff it out.

	She was very gracious at our meeting and
explained what she wanted done to her house.  Roy
and I took pictures, and she gave us the floor plans
of the house, so we could make drawings on our
computer, so we could show her various ideas we came
up with for her approval.  We met with her several
times over the course of a few weeks.  One day she
called me on my cell phone, and asked me to meet
with her over tea.

	When I arrived at her house she was just as
gracious as ever.  She led me to her patio where
there were place sittings for two.  She asked me if I
would prefer tea or something stronger.

	I felt there was something coming I probably
didn't want to hear, so I said, "Bourbon would be
fine."

	She smiled and poured a couple of shots in old
fashioned glasses, and added gust enough water to
cut the bead.  We sat down under the shade of the
arbor and took a sip from our drinks.  She sat back
before speaking.

	"I have heard rumors about why your family
disowned you.  I know it is none of my business, but
would you care to tell me your side of the story"'

	I took another sip, "There is not much to tell.  I
am a lesbian and refuse to marry one of the asshole
sons of the right families to form an economic
alliance between my family and another conglobate."

	She smiled at me over the rim of her glass.
"That is pretty much what I heard.  Are you happy
with the arrangement?"

	"I don't need the family money or approval.  I
can make a living on my own, and I'm free to see
anyone I chose."

	She leaned close as if to say something in
confidence, "I admire you independence! My family
tries to keep me hidden from polite society.  Oh, they
gave me an endowment that allows me to live
comfortably, but I'm not welcome among society
anymore, because I made a public spectacle of myself
when I came to a family birthday party for the
patriarch of our family with my dyke lover.  It might
not have been so bad if she had been a bit more
feminine, but she came to the party in a man's
business suit and tie, and her hair was cut like a
Marine Coups Drill Sergeant.  The family was
disgraced."

	"Why did you do it?"

	I was being pressured to marry, just like you.
They tried to deny that I was gay, so I made that
party my coming out party, just to piss them off.
They couldn't deny my sexuality anymore."

	"What about your lover?"

	"Oh, she was too butch for me.  I prefer sexy
women that smell of perfume, rather than cigars."
With that she placed her hand on top of mine.

	I sat there for a moment, taking in the fact
that she was making a pass at me.  There was no
denying that she was an attractive woman.  I guessed
that she was about 40-years-old, her hair was a dark
red, almost auburn color, gray eyes, the tip of her
nose hung down past her nostrils.  She had thin lips
and when she smiled her teeth were white enough,
but were imperfect.  She was slender, but I couldn't
tell much about her figure in her clothes.

	She leaned close to me and kissed me on the
mouth, at the same time she placed her hand on my
left tit.

	"Should we be doing his out here where
everyone can see?" I asked.

	Ashley smiled, "The only people around here
that could see us are my servants and they are
discreet.  They would only get involved if I asked
them.  We can go inside if it bothers you though."

	I looked around the garden and was enjoying the
smell of the flowers and the sight of honey bees
flitting from flower to flower.  There was a humming
bird feeder that was attracting a couple of humming
birds under the arbor.  There was an outdoor glider
under the trellis with soft cushions on it.  "The
weather is balmy, and that glider looks comfortable.
Why don't we continue this discuss over there?"

	Ashly stood up, picked up her glass and took my
hand.  I picked up my glass and followed her to the
glider.  When we sat down it started swinging gently.
The glider was only for two, and there were cup
holder on both arms.  We took another sip of our
drinks, and I followed her example by putting my
glass in the holder next to me.  She took me in her
arms and we melted into a passionate kiss.  We
started feeling each other's breasts.  Neither of us
was wearing brassieres.  So her breast felt putty in
my hand.  I wanted to see what she looked like naked
as much as she wanted to get me out of my clothes.

	She was wearing a comfortable soft jersey top
that I could stretch the front down to expose bother
of her tits.  They were not quite 36-C size, and they
sagged a little giving them a hollow look.  Her areolas
were small slightly brown rings with nipples that had
indentations in them.  I bent down and sucked on her
nipple while playing with the other tit.  Ashley
stroked my hair for as long as she wanted me to suck
her tits, but she eventually pushed me away, so that
she could take my clothes off.

	It was a little disconcerting removing each
other's clothes in an unstable swinging glider, but we
managed to accomplish our tasks.

	Ashly was slender enough that I could see her
ribs, and her hip bones were pronounced.  It was
interesting that even though she was a dark redhead
her pubic hair was darker, and she trimmed it rather
short and shaved it into the shape of a heart, right
above the opening of her vagina.

	She was obviously pleased with what she saw.
She pushed me back against the arm of the glider,
and lifted my left leg and hung it over the back of
the glider.  My right leg was dangling off the glider.
That left my pussy fully exposed.

	Ashley placed her hands on my inner thighs, and
started kissing my pussy.  It was probably one of the
best cunt eating I ever got, except when my hair got
caught in the chains the glider was attached to.
After I freed my hair we changed places, only I
placed a pillow between the chains and her head.  I
tried to make it a special moment.  I played with her
tits while eating her pussy.

	We did have some special moments, but we were
not a match.  She did invite Roy and me to some
parties that were coeducational.  I did enjoy watching
women making love to each other, but watching men
fucking was not cool no matter how much I liked Roy.

	As much as I wanted find the perfect girl, it
looked like I was never going to find her.

	One hot humid summer day I was melting in my
own sweat, walking down Bourbon Street, when I was
in the colored sector and head delightful jazz music
coming out a bar.  I entered and made my way to a
table near the band stand.  It was a smoke fill room
and there was not a lot of light.  Just the same I
stood out because I think I was the only white person
in the room.  I was so engrossed with the music that
it startled me when someone touched my elbow.

	I turned to see what they wanted I was looking
into the big brown eyes of a young colored woman
that didn't look like she was more than 16-years-old.
She was obviously a mulatto.  Her skin was as light as
a fair skinned Mexican.  She still had the course hair,
wide nose, and full lips of the black community.

	She asked me if I would like a drink, and I felt
obligated to buy a drink.  Most places have either a
cover cost or a number of drinks minimum.  I ordered
a Cuba Libra.  I couldn't help admiring her body as she
walked to the bar, and gave the order to the bar
tender.  I did return my attention to the band,
because they were playing a difficult rift. When the
girl returned with my drink and I paid for it.  She
took the money to the bar tender and returned with
the change.  She sat down in the chair next to me,
and asked, "Are you aware honey, that you are in a
colored gay and lesbian bar?"

	For the first time I looked around the interior
of the bar.  It became obvious that the tables and
booths were segregated by sex, and there was a lot
of flirting going on.  I smiled at the young girl and
said, "I should fit right in, unless you object to my
race flirting with your patrons."

	My waitress smiled at me, and assured me,
"Honey, I was only concerned that you might be upset
with the behavior of our customers."

	"I was drawn to the music as I passed by, but
now that you have told me about the type of patrons
that frequent this establishment I will be a regular
customer if no one objects."

	I took hold of her slender hand and asked, "So
what is your name sweetie?"

	"Juliette"

	Can I buy you a drink?"

	"That's not necessary at all.  I don't drink, but if
you are telling the truth about yourself, I get off
work in a couple of hours.  I would be happy take you
home and play for you my vinyl collection of New
Orleans Jazz."

	The prospect of hooking up with an attractive
black girl was a pleasant surprise, so I decided to
settle in o enjoy the music until Juliette got off
work.  The presence of a young white girl did draw
the attention of a lot of the females.

	The first woman to actually approach me was a
bold full-fledged dyke.  She was dressed like a man,
and sporting a bulge in her pants that I assumed was
a dildo.  She asked me to dance with her, so I stood
up and allowed her to lead.  When she returned me to
my table she offered to buy me a drink.  I was
reluctant to accept because that would imply that I
was interested in her company.  I thanked her but
assured her that I was only there for the music.
There was no need to tell her that I was hanging
around to hit on Juliette.

	She was a little disappointed but returned to
her table with a group of dykes.  At least the dykes
got the message I was not looking for sex with their
type.

	Then a very sexy looking number asked me for a
dance.  She presented her right hand.  That let me
know she expected me to lead.  She was rubbing her
body against mine, and making a persistent effort to
rub her left thigh against my pussy.  I didn't mind but
I was really hot for the waitress.

	During a break for the band the clarinet and
drummer came to my table.  They were pleased that I
obviously was enjoying their music.  It was a pleasure
to talk to the musicians because neither of these men
two was interested in getting in my pants, because
they were obviously gay.  We had a couple of drinks
while talking about music before they had to get back
on the band stand and play more music.  After out
talk they played some traditional jazz, but gave each
member a chance to do solo numbers.  They played
some Al Hirt, Pete Fountain, and even Sandy Nelson
drum solos.  The time passed quickly and Juliette
startled me when she placed her hand on my shoulder.

	She said, "I'm off the clock now!  She we leave
now?"

	I was ready and stood to make my exit with the
girl.  The band even sent us off with a little exit tune.

	I took her home to change clothes.  Just as I
had thought she was a lot younger than people
thought.  She lived with her mother, and her mother
was very sweet to me.  After her mother served us
coffee Juliette took me to her room.  We proceeded
to undress each other.  Of course she didn't have
very much on.  There was no brassiere under her T-
strap jersey top that just managed to cover her B
sized breasts.  When I removed her tight little
shorts and her bikini panties, she turned her back to
me to pick up her clothes I got a good look at her
butt.  She had a firm round butt of an athlete.  I
couldn't resist placing my hands on her butt.  She
stopped moving, as I spread her cheeks to get a look
at her asshole and the bulge of her vulva between her
legs.  I bend down and smelled her asshole, and found
it very sweet smelling.  I started licking her from
pussy to asshole.

	Juliette started flexing the muscles in her ass
causing her butt cheeks to bounce up and down
independently.  I continued to eat her ass until she
actually had an orgasm.  When she finished she stood
up, turned around and gathered me in her arms and
kissed me on the mouth, while she felt my C-sized
tits.  We eventually fell on top of her bed.  We took
turns eating each other's pussy, and I even tit fucked
her.  We exhausted each other.

	In the morning the smell of fresh coffee and
toast woke us up.  Her mother was making breakfast
for us.  Juliette pulled me out of bed and we headed
for the bathroom to relieve ourselves and wash our
faces.  She led me to the kitchen just as we were.

	I felt funny about sitting there on the wooden
chairs naked in front of her mother, but her mother
didn't seem to mind.  We discussed our relationship
right there in front of her mother.  I knew that I
was in love with her and never wanted it to end.

	We virtually did become a married couple
before our State made it legal.



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