Avmeir hiked for several days, living off what he could forage. He was hungry, and his clothes were getting looser. He decided to follow a road, and hopefully find a town or farm where he could work for a few meals. As he trudged down the road, he heard the sounds of combat ahead. He left the road and ran through the woods toward the noise. He saw two wagons and men both on horseback and on foot. The wagoneers and some of the horseman were in livery. Avmeir picked up a couple of rocks and threw them, beaning one of the mounted bandits. Then he drew his sword and charged a man on foot. The bandit turned in time to take Avmeirs blade in the lung. Avmeir took up the bandit's dropped spear, and took out another rider. Having lost too many, the bandits took to their heels. A man rode up, well-dressed, but tired. "I thank you for your help. I am Rall. I deal in perfumes, and anything else that I think I can get a good price for. You're a handy fellow in a fight. I lost two guards just now. I'd like to hire you on. Pay is two silvers a day until we reach Carsten, which should take us four days. I'll give you another two coppers a day while we're in Carsten, if you agree to hire on to my next run, east to Galfor." "I'll take it," Avmeir said. "Good man," said Rall, "Now see if you can scavenge some gear off the dead." Avmeir outfitted himself, chose a horse, and fell in with the merchant.
Four days later, they arrived in Carsten. It was small, as cities go, but the biggest one that Avmeir had ever seen. Ralls home was a securely walled villa. Rall offered him bedding in the stables, and meals with the servants. "But tonight, you must dine with my wife and me! I owe you that much, for your help during the ambush." Avmeir followed Rall into the lush rooms. "Fritta!" Rall bellowed, "Come here! You must meet Avmeir, my newest caravan guard! He saved us from a bandit ambush!" A buxom redhead in a low-cut gown came into the room. She was pale, with a dusting of freckles. "Ah, there you are!, Avmeir, my wife Fritta! Fritta, this strong young fellow is Avmeir." Servants brought in dishes. Avmeir reclined on cushions, eating rich food and drinking finer wines than he'd tasted before. The servants brought in mildly drugged sweets, and were then dismissed. Avmeir eyed Fritta's bosom, which threatened to spill out of her gown. "Beautiful, isn't she?" Rall murmured into his ear. Avmeir nodded nervously. "It's alright," Rall said, "She likes other men, and I like to watch her with them." Fritta grinned, and stood up, pulling her gown over her head. She was naked beneath it. Avmeir looked over her big teats with their pale pink nipples, her white, freckled skin, and her fiery cunt hair. "Come here, Avmeir," she beckoned. Avmeir stood and shucked his clothes, his member standing out stiffly. He leaped over the cushions towards her, and took her in his arms. His cock poked her belly, and they kissed. They sank to the cushions. She fed him a soft, heavy teat. He suckled like a babe, then chewed the erect nipple, listening to her moan. He kissed his way down her belly, and parted her thighs to feast on her crease. He lapped at her salty-sweet nectar, then paused as he felt a mouth on his cock. He glanced down to see Rall fellating him. He thrust into Rall's mouth and went back to joyfully eating Fritta's pussy. Fritta shook as she climaxed. Avmeir propped himself up and began fucking Rall's mouth. Fritta egged him on until he came. Rall gave a loud gulp, swallowing the semen. Fritta crawled over to Rall and took his wand in her mouth. Rall grinned at Avmeir as his lovely wife serviced him. He caught great handfuls of her red hair and pulled her head, shooting his load down her throat. Fritta rose up. She had a trickle of cum running out of the corner of her mouth. Rall licked it away and kissed her. They rested, drank some wine, and ate more of the laced sweets. Fritta lay back and spread her alabaaster thighs. "Fuck me," she begged Avmeir. Avmeir kissed her, sucked her delectable breasts a little more, and rubbed his cockhead against her scarlet bush. She was still sopping wet. He got on top of her, and she guided him into her. He thrust slowly, taking his time, enjoying her. They kissed as they fucked. Avmeir could feel Rall toying with his balls as he fucked Fritta. Rall's hands wandered over Avmeir's arse, squeezing, tickling, slapping. Then Rall shifted position and pulled Avmeir's asscheeks apart. Avmeir grunted as Rall's hard member entered his rear. Avmeir thought he was the luckiest of the three, with his cock buried deep in Fritta, and Rall's cock buried deep in his ass. Rall's thrusts drove Avmeir deeper into Fritta's pussy. Avmeir came first, but the action didn't stop. Rall kept fucking, and Fritta kept driving her pelvis up to meet the thrusts, while Avmeir was caught in the middle, loving every second of it. Fritta climaxed. Rall continued pounding Avmeir's bunghole, until he, too, finally spent. The three of them slept, curled together.
Avmeir woke in the morning with an erect cock from the memories of the night before. Fritta leaned over and greeted him with a wet kiss. When she stopped, Rall pulled him close and kissed him, too, with plenty of tongue. Fritta pushed Rall onto his back, and straddled him, her twat enveloping his throbbing prick. Avmeir watched the lovely big-teated redhead ride her husband, and began stroking himself. Rall handed Avmeir a small pot of salve. "Get behind her," Rall said, "She does have another hole, after all." Avmeir smeared the salve on his rod and pushed into Fritta's puckered bunghole. She gave out a loud moan. He worked himself deeper into her. He could feel Rall's cock rub against his through the bit of tissue separating her two openings. Rall took hold of Avmeir's hands and they fucked her together. The three of them climaxed within moments of each other. Avmeir withdrew his limp member from Fritta's backside. Rall and Fritta fell to kissing feverishly. Without breaking the kiss, they motioned for him to go. Avmeir dressed, and went to the kitchen to cadge some breakfast. He had a few idle days ahead of him, and one the kitchen wenches had caught his eye...