Quaranteam - Book Two (Ch. 13)

Spotted Wing smiled over at Emily. "I remember when I had students with your picture on their tablets' lock screen, from those movies. You were quite the hero to a lot of those little girls."

Emily offered a polite bow. "Thank you, but I was just an actress trying her best to play her part in a remarkable story."

Suddenly, Niko's mom took in a big inhalation of breath, closed her eyes, and then very slowly let it out again. "Sorry, it's just difficult thinking about how many people I've taught over the last several years who are all dead. I'm an elementary school teacher, so it's not that hard to just think of entire years of students as gone."

Niko moved over and wrapped her arms around her mother, and both women shared a good cry for a couple of minutes, Andy and the rest moving to join the giant hug, each of them hoping to leech off a little bit of the sadness and darkness, to carry the weight in Niko's mother's place.

Before they left the house, Andy insisted on seeing Niko's room. Spotted Wing was happy to show them, but she'd mostly converted the room back to a neutral state, all the furniture there, but none of the embarrassing posters Andy was certain had to have lined the walls only half a decade or so ago.

After that, Spotted Wing gathered them all back up and onto the bus to give them a driving tour of the reservation, which truly was as sparse and unpopulated as it had seemed from the air. In fact, she drove them down to Saint Francis, which only had a population of a couple hundred, and then back again. She offered to drive them up to Mission, South Dakota, only fifteen minutes away, which she assured them had almost twice the number of people, but admitted that it really wasn't worth the trip, even if she did have to drive up there regularly.

"Everything on the reservation's so scattered out," she said, driving them back to the airport. "That's why we have the buses, to bring everyone in from all the little, tiny farms and homesteads that are out there, miles away from everyone. It's not much to show, but it's home."

"If you ever wanted to move out to California, mom, and bring Chatan and his other partners, we certainly wouldn't mind the help in raising all the kids."

Spotted Wing smiled. "I'll think about it, Niko, but to be that far from our sacred lands? Ay ya, I don't know how happy I'd be."

"Give it some thought when you're out for the wedding and we'll talk about it again then, okay? Love you."

"Love you too." They all gave their goodbyes and were starting to walk over towards the plane when Spotted Wing gestured at Andy. "White boy. A moment, before you go?" Andy started to move back towards her, and Niko was about to go with him, but Melody put her hand on Niko's shoulder and then went to join Andy. Spotted Wing looked over at Melody, arching an eyebrow. "When you said this one wasn't a fiancée but a bodyguard, I must confess I thought you were joking."

"If I die, there's a good chance that all of those women over there do as well, Mrs. Redwolf," Andy said quietly. "Respectfully, I owe it to them to take my safety deadly seriously, not just for my own sake, but more importantly, for theirs."

"You say it like that, it makes sense," she said, nodding quietly. "The Lakota didn't really have a marriage ceremony before encountering Christianity, but they also weren't opposed to a man having multiple wives, if entire families got along. But I'd like to have some of our heritage represented at the wedding if you don't mind, and I would rather you not tell Niko about this in advance. Now, for the important question - what size shoe are you?"

"11, why?"

"I will make you a pair of moccasins to wear on your wedding day, so while you should pretend to get dress shoes, you will not wear those, but will instead wear the moccasins I will bring you when I come out for the wedding, yes?"

"Of course, Mrs. Redwolf."

"You can call me Uncisi, which is Lakota for mother-in-law, but I won't hold you to the old traditions of not being allowed to talk to me or speak directly to me," she said gruffly. "Some traditions can stay in the past for all I care. And I will call you Wicaha, which is son-in-law, but only every now and again, to keep you on your toes."

"Thank you, Uncisi," he said smiling.

"You strike me as a noble heart, Wicaha, although perhaps you may need to look a moment longer before you constantly go leaping into fires to prove your bravery."

"I'm not trying to prove anything to anyone, Uncisi," he sighed. "I'm just trying to be a good man with a relatively uncomplicated moral compass."

"Mmm. That you are and that you have, but if you die young on my daughter, I will never forgive you, and will set the spirits of my ancestors to the task of haunting your spirit for the rest of eternity. You hear me?"

"Yes, Uncisi."

"Good. Now give your Uncisi a kiss and off with you. I'll see you next month for the wedding."

Andy gave Spotted Wing a hug, kissed her cheek and smiled at her one more time, mouthing the words 'thank you' before turning back, walking towards the plane where most of the ladies had boarded, but Niko was still waiting at the bottom of the steps.

"What did mom want?"

"Just the usual 'break my daughter's heart and I'll obliterate your soul' kind of thing," he chuckled. "Nothing to worry about. C'mon, let's go."

They loaded up into the plane, taxied down to the end of the runway, turned around and then took off into the skies. As they passed the midsection, Andy could see Spotted Wing standing atop the center of the school bus, waving farewell to them, which he made sure Niko saw.

About twenty minutes into the flight, he saw Sarah and Moira peering over at him before they bum rushed him and pushed him back towards the rear section of the plane. He'd known this was coming, but he was a little surprised by how giddy the two of them looked as they approached him, both of them having already stripped down to nothing, as Sarah grinned at him. "You ready to get rough and randy, Andy?"

"You were talking rather a big game earlier, Mo," Andy said with a chuckle. "You think you can hold up to it?"

"Oh, Andy, believe me, we intend to give you a good time," Moira said, licking her lips. She grabbed Sarah and pushed the much taller woman up onto the couch on her knees. "Sarah's always talking a big game, about how she always wants to be yer dirtiest slut, but we both know she's got a long way to go for that, doesn't she?"

Sarah looked back over her shoulder with a wry smirk. "I've certainly got the dirtiest fucking mouth of the house."

"Do ye though?" Moira asked. She lifted her hand up and then brought it down in a hard spank on Sarah's upturned ass. "I think it's time we put ye to the test."

"That actually fucking stung a little bit," Sarah giggled. "I think I liked it."

"We're gonnae put that to the test, 'cause I think you'll look prettiest getting railed on your hands and knees like Andy's good little bitch," Moira said, her fingertips moving down to rub two fingers across Sarah's exposed snatch, the taller redhead whimpering and leaning back a bit into the smaller one's touch.

Andy closed up his laptop and then rose up to his feet, unbuttoning his jeans. There was something about Moira's attitude that made him want to keep as much of his clothing on as possible, and Moira had a sly little look in her eye as she pushed Sarah's head down against the top of the couch seat, and Sarah's thighs open a little wider. "Fuck, I need you to fuck me so fucking hard, Andy, that I want you to fucking break me, so that people at the fucking book signing ask if I hurt my leg or some shit like that."

Moira brought one of her fingers up to her lips, making a little shushing motion towards Andy, as she moved over and grabbed her purse from beside the bench where she'd left it when she'd gotten on the plane. From it, she pulled out a tube of clear lubricant, and began to drizzle it on Andy's cock, wrapping her fingers around it, making sure to get it good and slick. Andy arched an eyebrow, but Moira leaned up and kissed him tenderly before whispering in his ear. "You watch how this is gonnae make her cum..."

"Don't make me fucking wait, Andy," Sarah whined. "Your good little slut needs you to fuck her. So fucking badly." She was even waggling her hips back and forth, trying to lure him in, and he could see that her pussy was dripping, glistening with so much clear excitement as to be starting to dribble down the inside of her thighs, threatening to fall off onto the couch.

"Towel," Andy said to Moira, who immediately grinned, reaching back into her bag, pulling out the towel he'd seen her stash away earlier, moving to lay it beneath Sarah, lifting one of Sarah's knees to wedge it in, putting it back down, and then repeating on the other side. "You sure you want me to make you walk funny, Sarah?"

"Yeeeeeeesssss Andy," the taller redhead purred. "Whatever you want to fucking do to me, I fucking want it too. I want to fucking feel how much you own my fucking body, own my fucking soul. I wanna feel you complete my fucking life." Andy shrugged with a smile to Moira, who then moved to smear some of the lubricant on her own fingers before taking her fingers to Sarah's exposed asshole, smearing the cool gel there. "Oh. OH! Oh, fuck yeah. Nobody else's done this here in the skies, so you better fucking believe I am one hundred fucking percent that bitch. C'mon, Andy, have at my fucking ass. You know it's fucking yours. You fucking know I fucking adore it. Do it. Fuck my ass. I can't fucking wait any longer." She even reached a hand back to pull those asscheeks apart a little wider invitingly, her hips wiggling.

"Look at what you've wrought, Andy," Moira whispered into his ear. "She's the most gorgeous filthy slut I've ever laid eyes on. And while you're fuckin' her in the ass, I'm gonna be making out with her the whole fucking time. Now make good on your end. Fucking ruin her day. Make it clear who owns that delicious ass of hers. I'm gonna go keep the other end busy." The tiny Scottish woman moved over to sit down on the couch next to Sarah and then did her best to slide underneath her, bringing her lips to lock with Sarah's, one of Sarah's hands moving to hold the back of the couch, the other playing with the silver barbell through Moira's nipple.

Andy knew his part to play and moved over to hotdog his cock between Sarah's butt cheeks, smearing even more of that lubricant over her pink pucker before he lined the head of his shaft up and slowly thrust forward, planning on taking it slow, but instead, Sarah just shoved her ass back onto his cock like she wanted to engulf the whole fucking thing on the first pass, a complicated moan erupting until Andy realized it was both Sarah and Moira moaning together, and he saw that Sarah's hand had moved from Moira's tits down to between her thighs, rubbing against the Scottish woman's slit.

Early on in their relationship, he'd learned that Sarah and Emily often had a rivalry about being the first to do things, and that had extended to their relationship with Andy, with Emily taking great pride about being the first of the two of them to try anal with Andy (or, in fact, at all). And now Sarah was countering by joining the Mile High Club by going through the back door.

He was doing his best to keep his pace in check and not to rush, but there was no mistaking that for as much as Sarah loved anal now, she was still very tight, and the constricting snugness wasn't going to let him last all that long. So, when duration was going to be a problem, he'd learned to compensate by countering with intensity. Because of that, he grabbed onto Sarah's hip with one hand and reached forward to slide his fingers around her neck, giving it a little squeeze, which he felt surge as a shiver down her spine.

Andy kept plowing his hips forward, using her hips and her throat to keep her in motion, but he also felt Moira's fingertips moving to smooth over his hand on Sarah's hip, as if connecting the three of them, and just as he started to cum, he thrust down hard, which was when Sarah truly surprised him. Her thighs slide wide to each side, practically doing the splits against the towel and the couch, as her body tensed up and she let out the most intense, fierce monster of an orgasm into Moira's mouth, her ass swallowing his jism, the two of them locked in a feedback loop that seemed to never end until finally, seconds or minutes later, Andy's surge stopped, his hand slipped from her throat and he grabbed the back of the couch himself, his own legs feeling a little unsteady.

"That's why I stole the towel from the hotel room," Moira whispered to Sarah, who began to giggle hysterically in the aftermath of her overwhelming orgasm.