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 Memoirs of Armand Basteraud: 2 - Charmaine
   By Romany
   (Historical, M/G)
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   The Journey is suspended for a night at an Inn
   The coach arrived at the inn near dusk.  The cool late September air was
brisk on Armand's face as he ushered the boy from the coach while the
driver held the door.  The driver then set to gather their luggage as
Armand introduced himself to the innkeeper.  The place was gloomy and
somewhat rustic in furnishings but for one night, it would do.  A girl of
about seventeen or eighteen stood behind the craggy innkeeper and Armand
noted an air of interest in them.  She wore a white cap and her hair was
held neatly in place with a series of clips such that it gave her head a
look of being small in proportion to an obvious buxom figure.  Full
breasted and wide hips, yet with a slim waste.  The innkeeper glanced
behind him at the girl and spoke.
   "My daughter...Charmaine...I fear she is being impertinent by staring at
you sir," he said in a reedy voice; almost a nasal whine.
   "Not at all," Armand said jovially.  "I was just thinking how fetching
she looked," he added as a compliment, and noted the girl place her hand to
her mouth and stifle a girlish giggle; clearly pleased with his compliment.
   "I fear I don't understand women...especially young women," the
innkeeper intoned.  "Her mother, my late wife God bless her memory, has
been gone for some years and I am at a loss to know how to really cope with
her rapidly growing into a young woman," he said ruefully.
   Armand was no fool.  He was certain the innkeeper had seen his interest
in the girl and despite his seemingly friendly demeanor regarding his
nubile daughter, Armand was sure he was more than alert to him and any
carnal interest he may have in the girl.  `Two faced prick' Armand thought
as he looked at the innkeeper's feigned humility.  The conversation was
interrupted by the coach driver arriving with the luggage.  The innkeeper
showed Armand and Jean-Claude to the room they would share.
   "I will get Charmaine to bring a small cot for the boy to sleep on," the
innkeeper said quickly, noting Armand looking at the single large bed that
dominated the room.
   Armand nodded without speaking but it was unnecessary in practice as if
he had his way, the boy Jean-Claude would be in this bed with him.  However
the innkeeper had no inkling of Armand's carnal plans and the providing of
a small cot for Jean-Claude would keep the sleeping arrangements seemly
without the expense of a room for the boy on his own.  The coach driver was
to bunk in a small dormitory at the rear of the inn; reserved for drivers
and servants of more well heeled gusts.  The coach driver placed the bags
inside the room and motioned with a nod of his head to Armand that he would
be downstairs when Armand and Jean-Claude had freshened up and it was time
for supper.  Armand nodded acknowledgement he understood and then looked at
the innkeeper.
   "Well then innkeeper...let's get the boy's bed up here so we can prepare
it and he can retire as soon as he has eaten," Armand said firmly.  "It's
been a long day and I fear he is near to falling asleep," he added.
   After the innkeeper had hurriedly left to get the cot, Armand walked to
the large bed and tested it.  It was firm yet a sense of yielding with
pressure.  The room was quite warm despite the chilling air outside as
night fell.  The shutter was closed over the sole window and Armand was
satisfied with the room.  He looked at Jean-Claude standing watching him
and he thought for a moment.
   "Come her Jean-Claude," he said quietly.
   The boy moved to stand before the man.
   "You showed yourself to be a fine servant today," Armand said quietly
and he lightly stroked the boy's face, flicking a stray lock of his long
hair back to his shoulder.
   Jean-Claude trembled in excitement, realizing the touch was an act of
affection.  He had been pleased with the contact with this handsome man
over the course of the day's journey.  Three times he had kneeled in front
of this man and did his best to take all of the man's beautiful cock down
his throat; never once spilling a drop of his precious fluid as Armand had
gasped and groaned in delirium as he came hard in the boy's mouth.  Each
time holding the boy's head and shoving deep while Jean-Claude braced his
hands on the man's knees.
   "How well did you like the open sessions with a number of...ah...guests,
shall we say," Armand said looking at the boy's pretty face.
   "Quite well," Jean-Claude added, but then stood thoughtfully for a
moment.  "Sometimes it was hard to know who was who and who I was engaged
with," he said obviously remembering aspects of the gang fuck sessions.
   "Did you ever participate with any of the other boys...or girls even?"
Armand asked inquisitively.
   "No sir...that was not allowed.  Either out in company or back at the
orphanage," he said.
   "Hmmm," Armand said looking at the boy.  "I distinctly recall a time
where two boys were set to engage in a good fucking...one of the
other...for the benefit of the guests," he said.  `But of course I now know
well you were never at any of the gatherings I was fortunate to attend.
   "You were at these sessions?" Jean-Claude asked a little incredulously.
   "How else did I come to hear about Father Lucious' special boy," he said
with a grin and stroked the boys hair.
   Armand knew well what the group sessions were.  He had been invited on
several occasions and had partaken in what amounted to group sex with a
collection of willing young girls and boys from the good father's
orphanage. All paid for from a pot paid into by the participants.  Armand
had been fortunate enough to have had a friendship with one such regular
noble person who had invited him and stood his share of fee for the ensuing
m�nage between the men and children.  It was through this acquaintance that
he had been recommended to Father Lucious to escort the boy to his aunt's
estate.  Father Lucious was distraught that Jean-Claude's real birthright
had been discovered.  He was losing his favorite; his own personal ward who
warmed his bed and satisfied his cravings.  He had no option but to hand
the boy over.  Armand seemed reliable enough but the good Father had missed
recognizing the ex-soldier as one of the participants in his more open
soirees'.  He had no idea Armand was equally at home young boys and girls.
Believing his past of being in the King's service would mean he was man of
moral standing and loyalty.  He was wrong.  Armand had sampled debauchery
in many forms and places.  The good father had in effect, given the chicken
to the fox for protection.  And he was now going to spend a night in this
very room with this beautiful boy trained to provide pleasure.
   "God you are a beauty.  I'd love to fuck you right here and now," Armand
said in a low voice.
   Jean-Claude smiled and reddened at the man's comment.
   "I would like that very much too sir," he mumbled; his heart leaping at
the man's suggestion.
   They were interrupted by a bumping and thumping and presently the
innkeeper appeared in the doorway holding a basic cot.
   "Here we are sir," he said jovially.  "Mind yourself...careful," he
muttered as he dragged the shorter narrow bed base into the room and placed
it along the outside wall under the shuttered window at the foot of the
main bed.
   "I'm sorry sir...if I had of know the young gentleman was accompanying
you, I would have been prepared," he added apologetically.
   "That's quite alright innkeeper," Armand added a little impatiently.
   He did not like this man.
   "Very good sir.  I shall send Charmaine to make the bed for the young
sir," he added.  "While you are having supper."
   "No...send her immediately," Armand said quickly.  "Let's get the bed
made up to my satisfaction immediately so my charge can retire as soon as
possible.  No possibility of finding it not being suitable after the meal,
and wasting time correcting it.  This young gentleman is a noble man and it
must be right for his delicate body," Armand said firmly.
   "As you wish sir," the innkeeper said a little suspiciously; wondering
why such a fuss as to exactly when the cot would have a mattress and
blankets.
   Bowing slightly, the innkeeper withdrew, and Armand heard him calling
his daughter's name as he headed along the hall.
   "I couldn't care less how that bed is made," Armand said with a sly
grin. "You won't be sleeping in it anyway."
   Jean-Claude smiled knowingly and ran his hand along the big bed.  He
wondered why Armand had made such a fuss about when the cot would be made
up for sleeping if he was not going to sleep in it anyway.  Perhaps it was
all for show; to eliminate any thought that he would share a bed with the
handsome man sent to see him safely to his new home.
   There was a tap at the door and Charmaine stood in the opening with a
lumpy cargo which was the mattress for the cot.  The down stuffing having
sagged to one end which dragged on the floor.
   "Sorry sir,' she said apologetically.  "It was just a bit too big for me
to handle and keep from dragging on the floor."
   "Let me help," Armand said quickly and stepped to lift the sagging und
of the mattress.
   "No...no...it's alright sir," the girl said apologetically; mortified a
nobleman guest was helping in what was clearly here chore.
   Yet she was somewhat a fluster at his closeness and his eagerness to
help her.  Armand ignored her protest and helped her lug the mattress to
the cot side.  It was not a large mattress but somewhat misshapen at the
handling.  He took it from her and dumped it on the slats of the cot base
and together they shoved and shaped the down innards until the mattress was
back to a flat even depth.
   "There we are sir," the girl said a little nervously noting the man's
hip pressed firmly against hers as they stood side by side.
   Armand glanced at her and she blushed deeply and stood up and looked
quickly at Jean-Claude standing at the side of the bed.
   "I'll just fetch the bedding," she said looking embarrassed the boy had
seen her reaction to being so close to the man.
   The boy might be too young to understand the warm glow in her loins but
she was not certain she could act nonchalant and chaste being so close to
the gentleman she had coveted from the moment he had walked into the inn.
Charmaine was not innocent and made a small income at prostituting herself
to selected guests.  Never before could she recall such a handsome noble
man stay at their humble establishment.  Often she had laid back for more
rude fellows.  And if they were truly unattractive, use her expert hand or
mouth to provide release instead of lifting her skirts.  She well
understood the cycle of her body over each month and fortunately had
managed not to fall pregnant.  Her trusty hand and mouth providing comfort
to willing gents with money on those days she sensed she was fertile.
   She left the room before Armand could stop her.  He had a plan for this
comely wench and the sooner he acted it out the better; lest her irritating
father returned.  Confident he would stay away while the bed was being
fixed for Jean-Claude; Armand knew he had little time to act with this
young woman.
   "Jean-Claude, why don't you go down and find the driver.  I'm sure he is
somewhere close to that warm fireplace I spotted when we walked in," Armand
said amiably.
   The boy frowned at the suggestion he leave Armand but being obedient,
slowly walked out the door with a puzzled expression on his young face. 
What purpose was it for Armand to remain to supervise the making of a bed?
   Armand stepped into the hallway and watched the disappearing boy turn
down the stairs at the end of the hall.  Clapping his hands lightly, in
delight at being alone in the room, Armand sat back on the edge of the big
bed and massaged his already hardening cock through his britches.
   "Come here my juicy little lovely," he said softly to himself.
   Almost as if she had heard and rushed to the room, Charmaine appeared in
the doorway with an armful of bedding to make the cot into a bed.  She
looked around puzzled as to where the boy had gone and then glanced at
Armand sitting on the bed.  His hand was fumbling in his crotch and her
eyes opened wide in amazement as the man opened the flap of his britches
and fished out surely the biggest cock she had ever seen.  So big that her
own plan of servicing the man for money and some sense of pride at seducing
a noble man, suddenly vanished as the size of his cock worried her.  She
swallowed hard and a worried look came over her face.
   "Shut the door Charmaine," Armand said in a low voice, his piercing eyes
holding the girl's gaze; almost mesmerizing her.
   Charmaine swallowed hard and gazed down at the cock once more and almost
trancelike, she hooked one foot back to the door and pushed it to close
with a dull thud.  Armand stood, his cock now fully erect and waving before
him.  He took the bedding and threw it on the small cot.
   "When we're finished," he said with a sly grin.  "You can make the bed
when we're finished.
   Charmaine stood in awe of the situation.  This was not some desperate
husband or needy traveler looking for a quick fumble with the innkeeper's
daughter.  This was a noble man who no doubt had bedded fine ladies as well
as low servants like her.  She swallowed hard and looked at the cock.
   "Give it your mouth Charmaine," the voice intoned and she felt him
stroke her face.  "Get him wet and slippery for I intend to fuck you
heartily before supper."
   "Yes my lord," she whispered; her voice breaking with excitement.
   "I'm not a lord," he chuckled crudely.  "Just an ex-soldier...a
gentleman...who will fuck you more thoroughly than you have been fucked
before.  You know you want it...you've wanted it from the moment I walked
in, that I could tell," Armand crooned.
   "Yes sir," Charmaine gasped, almost as a sib, and knelt and after
briefly wiping her hands on her grubby apron, she took the cock in both
hands.
   "Oh God have mercy," she sobbed under her breath, and she opened her
mouth and slid the large organ in as far as she dared.
   After a few minutes where Armand rested his buttocks on the edge of the
bed, with a hand loosely fondling one of the girl's ample breasts, he
studied her technique.  She was good...very good; hand and mouth working in
unison as she serviced his cock.  Sucking and slurping noises from her
mouth as she frequently broke the seal of her lips on the big cock.  Her
breathing hissing through her nose when she clasped it tight in her lips;
and occasionally a stifled gag as she went to deep and had to recoil
quickly to avoid retching.  He let her suck him for maybe seven or eight
minutes.  Armand was conscious of the time she would take to make the bed
and leave the room.  Sooner or later her meddling father would come looking
if he indulged her too long this way.  It was time to feel the warmth of
her teenage cunt.
   "Oh that's wonderful," Armand said pinching a nipple of her ample
breast.
   His hand had strayed inside her bodice and he had been tweaking and
fondling the nubbin so it was hard and tight.  Charmaine was also quite
aroused by his interest and attention in her.  Most men simply let her suck
or fucked her like a dog covers the bitch; erratic and urgent.  This
gentleman had aroused a need she seldom had satisfied.
   "I need to fuck you now," Armand said quietly.
   His voice was so compelling the girl gave a little sob and felt like she
was about to wet herself.  Her sex dewy and moist with arousal.
   "Oh yes," she gasped, taking her mouth off the cock as she held it
firmly in her grasp.
   Armand helped her to her feet and turned her quickly and pushed her back
across the bed; Charmaine falling back with am "oh" in surprise.  She had
barely adjusted her position with her head nearly over the other side of
the bed when she felt her legs lifted roughly up and spread wide.
   "Oh God," she sobbed thinking of the huge cock this man had.
   Her skirts fell off her legs and bunched at her waist.
   "Hold your skirts," Armand said urgently.  "Keep them off your cunt."
   The girl blushed at the crude instruction but obeyed.  As she was
struggling to assimilate the situation he had placed her in, she felt his
fingers shove between her exposed sex lips and he pushed two inside of her.
   "My God you're really ready for it," Armand said under his breath. 
"Ready to be fucked like the mare under the stallion," he gasped, and he
maneuvered his cock to her sex and quickly engaged the head.
   Her heart beating faster now, Charmaine bit her bottom lip in anxiety
and as he thrust into her in one move, she cried out, more in surprise than
suffering any pain.  He was big, and she was wrenched open; her legs
dropping over his shoulders.  But this girl had been well used and was no
virgin.  Armand impaled her to the hilt; his balls slapping her perineum as
he hovered over her and began to fuck her roughly.  He went at her quickly,
with Charmaine gasping and making small squealing noises as his cock bumped
her cervix, he went so deep.  She felt full to bursting and the crude
position he had her in overwhelmed her senses.  She succumbed to the
delirious feeling rising inside and her mind raced.  `Oh God...this is what
it is about...this is what you have been longing for,' a voice inside her
head whispered to her.
   "Yes," Charmaine said urgently, in response to the voice.
   "You love it don't you," Armand gasped hearing her reply as endorsement,
and picked up the pace.
   Armand was fucking her furiously.  The sucking by Jean-Claude and
Charmaine as a precursor to actually having a fuck was driving him harder.
The girl was panting and groaning now and the bed was occasionally shifting
a few millimeters with his effort.  Charmaine came first, stifling her
wailing with a hand now clenched between her teeth so as not to alert her
father to the carnal liaison she was now engaged in with his guest. 
Sobbing and gasping in turn, the girl's eyes rolled in her sockets as she
came hard and she groaned in distress as she felt her bladder leak and she
peed in pleasurable release as Armand drove her over the waterfall.  Armand
felt the increasing wetness of her groin and took it as her libido gone
wild and as she was in the throes of orgasm, he shoved faster and engaged
that sweet ache that preceded the rush of semen and ejaculation as his
orgasm would come.  Armand came hard; gasping and grunting loudly and
crying out breathlessly "God wench you are a great fuck."
   Charmaine was oblivious to his crude compliment.  Lost in the glow of a
release she had never before felt; never matched by the release she
frequently gained with her own hand.  Sobbing as the overwhelming release
left her spent, she cradled the man's head in her hands as he emptied
himself deep into her womb.  Draining his balls; already having spent three
times that day in Jean-Jean-Claude's eager mouth.
   "Oh fuck that was wonderful," Armand gasped and eventually rose up off
of the girl and eased his cock out of her.
   He paused and gazed crudely at her reddened stretched hairy sex and
watched his semen slither out of the dilated vaginal opening.  Well
stretched by his thick cock.  The rush of release had passed now and he had
no time for a lingering in the usual post-fuck afterglow.  Timing was all.
He had no concern the innkeeper might learn he had fucked his daughter
after he had left the next day.  The man could go to hell if he had a
problem with that.  But he did not want to bring any untoward attention on
him and this room by upsetting the man this night.  The last think he
wanted was to be turned out unceremoniously for apparently defiling the
daughter.  Not that this was hardly defilement as she was into it
immediately from the time he jumped her.  No he had a young charge
downstairs, and before the sun rose the next day, he would treat himself to
the pleasure of the boy's tight arsehole.  That must not be upset by the
innkeeper lest he find out his daughter had just been nicely fucked above
his head in this room upstairs.
   As Armand walked calmly into the dining area downstairs, the innkeeper
raised his head and smiling too much asked: "is everything to your
satisfaction?" somewhat sarcastically.
   "Very much so," Armand answered, absent-mindedly brushing himself down
to ensure his clothes did not show any disarray.  "Very satisfied indeed,"
he added with a grin.
   "We have a hearty lamb ragout for supper," the innkeeper said pointing
to the black pot on the rugged wooden table.
   The driver and Jean-Claude were sitting patiently waiting for his
arrival so they could eat.
   "Splendid," Armand said sliding onto the bench beside Jean-Claude. 
"Perhaps some wine...a full bodied wine I think," he added smiling down at
the boy.  "Would you like a goblet of wine young Jean-Claude?"
   "Yes sir," the boy said enthusiastically.
   "Very good then.  Innkeeper, wine for us three," he said and noted the
coach driver beaming in agreement.
   "Very good sir," the innkeeper said rubbing his hands.
   `Wine not grog...that would push the price up' he thought.  He turned
and walked towards the back of his inn and heard a distant scrape of a bed
on the floorboards above.  `What can be keeping that wretched girl?' he
thought as he walked out to the kitchen.  `She should be serving these men,
though I'm not so sure about the gentleman.  He's one I will have to
watch,' he pondered as he went down to his cellar to fetch a bottle of
Burgundy.
   Upstairs Charmaine had pushed the cot against the wall having made the
bed up.  She stood and bowed her legs and lifted her skirt and felt her
greasy sex.  The inside of her groin was wet with semen and the residue of
the leaking bladder as she had orgasmed.  `I'd best get wiped up,' she
thought as she smelled her fingers.  The odor was delicious.  And holding
her fingertips below her nostril, she went to her small room at the back of
the inn and spent a few minutes making rudimentary ablutions to rid herself
of the scent of recent sex she could smell.  No need for this scent to
alert her father to her goings on.  `Not that he would know from any recent
personal experience' she thought wryly.  She paused and a thought struck
her.  The gentleman had not offered her any money.  He had simply nodded at
the cot for the bed to be made and left the room.  Her face fell and she
felt a sense of annoyance she had not broached the subject of reward after
she let him fuck her.  She checked her thought and the reminded herself of
the intense pleasure he had given her and her annoyance softened.
   "God that was marvelous," she muttered and smelled her fingers again;
enjoying the smell as she slowly walked to the door.  "I won't wash until I
have to," she said to herself and hurried to the stairs; her father would
be wondering where she had got to.
   End of part 2...to be continued.
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