Date: Mon, 30 Mar 2015 21:06:01 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None 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 you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2015 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. 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. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.