Interlude: A Family Phone Call

"Daaaaamn, girl," Queen Hippolyta crowed over the video call she and Diana were sharing, "you got a big ole' ghetto booty on you!"

SLAP!

Diana beamed as she looked back over her shoulder at the camera, seizing the jiggling cheeks of her ASS with both hands and digging her perfectly-manicured nails into them roughly. "Fuck yeah I do, Mommy," she cried, relishing the sting of her super-strong self-spanking and the vicious mauling she was giving her ASS through the cloth of her booty shorts. "This booty can't be tamed - and I love it!" Lost in the throes of self-centered butt-lust, Diana completely failed to notice the wads of thick, sticky cum being blasted all over the contents of the package she'd been in the middle of opening before her mother had contacted her - or the way that cum vanished into the material of said contents. Ignoring the strange self-cleaning phenomenon, Diana threaded her hands into her hair and absent-mindedly began shifting her weight from leg to leg, cocking her hip this way and that as she did so. "Was there something you wanted, Mommy?"

Hippolyta blinked away the fog that had descended over her at the sight of her daughter's semi-divine ASS. "As a matter of fact," she replied, "there is something." Producing a tightly-rolled scroll from the depths of her cleavage - motherhood of a child blessed by all the goddesses of Olympus having granted her a bosom unmatched by any Amazon, a group not exactly known for being flat of chest - she unfurled it and scanned the contents. "There has been a petition to visit Themyscira," she informed her daughter, "from a trio of young women who claim friendship with you. Do Rachel Roth, Antonia Moretti and Jinx speak the truth?"

"Of course," Diana replied smoothly, fantasies of motorboating her mother's massive milkers dancing through her head, "Rachel and Antonia are close personal friends, in addition to their places in the Justice League. I'm not intimately familiar with Jinx, but if the other two vouch for her then she has my support." She regretted never having time to take up Jinx and Argent's offers of a threesome, always blocked from experiencing the awesome ASS of the third of the gothic sister-sluts by some League or Squat Rack business or other. "Oh," she exclaimed, partly from sudden remembrance and partly from the finger she'd just slipped up her asshole, "such devotees of **** would certainly appreciate a chance to see the monuments our home possesses, offering a tour of them would give an excellent impression."

"What a wonderful suggestion," Hippolyta purred. "Too many of our visitors lose themselves in worship of our delicious derrieres, it would be nice to see at least some of the goddesses receive their due directly rather than through us." Diana wasn't surprised to hear that outsiders were so often overwhelmed by her mother and sisters. After all, the Amazons had always possessed luscious, powerful forms as the chosen of Aphrodite - and they had only grown more ASS-tastic since her last visit! It seemed like every other advertisement she saw these days was for the lottery that granted women and femmes a chance to visit the fabled Themyscira - and to taste the incredible pleasures of Amazonian cock and ASS. On-screen, her mother tensed and, with a flutter of her eyelids, emptied her balls into some lucky fuckdoll just out of shot. "I hope the pictures that they sent are accurate - those asses are just... Mmmm-hm!"

"Ooh, mommy," Diana moaned, picturing the grey-skinned girls' glutes bouncing and clapping, "they're even bigger in person!" Long ago, Diana would have thought the trio's proportions and exhibitionist fashion were the height of obscenity, to be masturbated feverishly to in private rather than lauded openly. Now, though, she was proud to call them her allies; and prouder still to call two of them her public fuck-buddies. She'd even approached Selina about getting Raven and Argent in as permanent fixtures of The Squat Rack. Nothing got the crowds shaking their asses like the sight of Toni's tattooed tush bouncing and clapping on the big screens - and nothing got them slamming each other's asses like one of Rachel's moans slithering out of the speakers.

Alas, she'd yet to get them in the same room so they could hash out a deal.

"What a lovely thought," Hippolyta smiled, "I can't wait to have them cumming their brains out on the end of my cock. But enough about my business; I believe you mentioned that your friend had sent you a gift..."