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Joan d'Blon's (MF, prostitutes)
Carl Turdman - 1996

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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 street wise 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.

We changed partners frequently and with each new girl, I got 
harder and harder until 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 36-26-36 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!"

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 each visit would be a story 
unto itself and I may recount them if there is any continued 
interest.
