Date: Tue, 8 Jun 2010 01:39:54 +0000
From: T IM <wpdoodah@hotmail.com>
Subject: Avmeir of Delnar, Part 3

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...