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By Arthur Riely

When I was 18, three of my friends and I decided to go to New Orleans for the Mardi Gras. During our drive from Dallas, we went through the bayou country and early in the morning came to the town of Opelousas, La. The fun began when we stopped for a red light in the heart of the central business district.
Tony Magneto, a streetwise merchant marine, was with us and he rolled down a window and spoke to an elderly gentleman in a car, which was stopped adjacent to ours. Tony asked him, "Where is the local whorehouse?"
I nearly died of fright and was sure that we would be arrested, but to my surprise, the Cajun laughed and gave us directions to Joan d'Blon's.
Somewhere along the way we got lost and asked an old black gentleman with a long white beard if he knew of Joan d'Blon. He slapped his legs and cackled and pointed us in the right direction. At this juncture, we knew we were on to something great!
His directions led us across the tracks and down the bayou. We drove up to a large rambling house situated in a copse of live oak trees covered with Spanish Moss.
Upon entering, we found ourselves in a large room with six sofas lining the walls and there was a juke box in one of the corners. There was an alcove to one side and when we went inside, we found a bar. A huge guy with a police badge on his chest and a revolver on his hip asked us what we wanted. Tony said, "We want to fuck!" and the bartender said, "You came to the right place, let me call my wife, Joan." Joan, a blonde, came in and led us back to the living room.
Joan (Joan d'Blon) then called for the girls. A bevy of 12 women came into the room wearing attire that ranged from evening gowns to bras and panties. There were blondes, brunettes, and redheads. They were young and mature, skinny and chubby short and tall, shy and outgoing - and every one of them were sexy as hell!
Joan told us to dance and to talk with the girls and to take our time in making our selection. Well, let me tell you, this was no prom dance! In addition to their provocative attire, each of the girls were more than willing to cleave their bodies to ours and to say lascivious things to us that we had never heard from the lips of girls before.
We changed partners frequently and with each new girl, I got harder and harder until the girl named Sally reached down and grabbed my cock and said, "Oh good, you're ready! Let's go fuck!"
She led me to her room and undressed revealing a flawless body and her pubic hair was shaved into the shape of a heart!
She undressed me and then checked out my cock. Sally told me that while she had many clients each day, she always tried to enjoy the first one before she became sated. She laughingly asked me if I minded doing a 69 with her. I was very naive and told her I didn't understand. She explained and since I had once kissed a teenage friend's pussy (and liked it), I said, "Sure! Let's go!"
And go we did! Until that time, I had only played with girls, getting a snatch here and a feel there, but this experience was more that I'd ever dreamed of. Sally sucked me, fucked me, and just about killed me with her body. I learned more that day than I would have in two years under normal circumstances.
After bringing each other off, we relaxed a minute while she told me how she got into this "fun" business - but that's another story for another day. We went on to make love again, this time with her getting on top of me.
That was my first experience with the girl on top and I loved every delectable moment of it! Afterwards, Sally used some warm towels to wash us off and then gave me a shot of brandy to put the lead back into my pencil.
I floated out of Joan d'Blon's that day and finally made it to the Mardi Gras but I never matched the thrill of that marvelous day in Opelousas! I did return several times, but it was never quite as hot as that first time with a whore.