The Moonstone Connection update

They didn’t have to wait long after that. Diana’s Amazons had been over the crime scene and found a trace of thallonian radiation, which was used in black-market teleportation tech. Peter was familiar with it. It was a hallmark of the Tinkerer’s technology—one of his top-sellers was a low-grade teleporter for escape plans. Which meant their next stop was the Tinkerer, which made their first detour someone who could point them toward the Tinkerer.

Felicia Hardy knew at least something about everyone who committed a crime in New York. She answered her apartment door wearing a short satin robe. With her voluptuous breasts, her fulsome hips, it would’ve been hard-pressed to hold her curves even if it’d been belted. It barely was, though, the belt tied in a loose knot that dangled around her pubis, drawing the eye to the soft join of either half of her robe, which covered her sex in shadow more than anything else. 

As well, the robe fell open over her chest, hanging over her breasts instead of really covering them. The outer curves were hidden, but the inner—just about everything from the pink of her areolas to the smooth space between the mounds—was left bare no matter how the unbound robe fell. The slope of her breast from its leaden firmness out to the vanishing space between its twin drew the eye irresistibly, and the hand almost as heavily. Peter was forcefully reminded that he’d never actually consummated his relationship with Cat… she was a criminal, after all.

He kept telling himself that as she stood there, her robe looking like it was slipping right off her with every moment she spent in it.

“Spider,” she said, but she was looking over at Diana. “You come bearing gifts.”

“There’s been a kidnapping,” Diana said, all business, her eyes boring into Felicia more than seeing her. “Two people close to us have been taken. We think the Tinkerer was involved.”

“And you want me to point you in his direction?” Felicia smiled, toying with a fold of the robe upon her collarbone as if it were a dangling string and she a kitten. “That’s a big ask. Snitches don’t get treated well. And the Tinkerer’s useful to me too.”

“Lives are at stake!” Diana insisted, taking a step forward, but Peter held out an arm in front of her.

“She’ll do it,” he said, glaring at Felicia. “She just wants a favor in return.”

“Mmmhmm,” Felicia agreed, smiling wider at Peter’s understanding of her than at the implicit acceptance. 

She went inside, leading the way in a bouncy step that showed off the stockings she wore from her high heels up to the hem of her robe, which flipped up to show the kiss between the lacy stocking tops and her pert asscheeks. She came to an endtable, holding her charging phone, and picked it to type in a message with practiced speed.

“I’ll put the word out that I want a meet with the Tinkerer, but it’ll take a while for me to hear back. So, the exchange is that while we wait, you two play with me.”

“Play with…?” Peter said at the same time Diana said “Done.”

He was still on playing innocent over her implications while Diana began undressing.

“Di, hey, wait a minute—“

“It’s the logical choice,” Diana said. “We’ve asked for a boon from her, she’s asked for a boon from us. She’s attractive enough, and reportedly quite skilled at lovemaking. Granting her request is a small price to pay—if it can be called a price.”

Peter felt himself becoming feverishly excited, even as he tried to fight it. “So, wait, you want to have sex with her?”

“We have no other leads to follow, no better way to spend our time. Think of it as if she had done this favor gratis and then offered to sport with us as we waited. Would you not be tempted?”

“Under the circumstances…”

“The circumstances are always that we may go into battle, mayhaps to die. We should enjoy ourselves as best we can first, rather than wallow in propriety.” She looked at Felicia. “He’s reluctant. We should let him go first.”

By this time, Diana was fully naked, and Peter’s cock quivered hugely as he stared once more at her plump tits and ass. Her ebony pubic hairs glistened with her juices.

“You lie in the middle,” she told Peter, and he found he was lowering himself to the floor.

“It’s sent,” Felicia said, lying down beside him, and she worked at his belt. Diana laid down on his other side, pulling down his zipper. “Who would you like first? You name it and we’ll do it, Spider, anything you want. Where would you like to begin?”

For a moment, Peter just lay there basking in his unusual good fortune. Felicia was drawing circles on his swollen balls with her fingertips while Diana stroked his erect shaft in her hot fist. Did a man ever have it so good? 

Felicia snaked her tongue in his ear, brimming with determination to win him over. “Want Diana’s cute ass first?” she whispered hotly. “I wouldn’t mind. I want to see that tight little pussy fucked as badly as I want to do it myself. Or would you like to see me and her do each other first? Would that turn you on? Or how about a blowjob in relays—first me and then Diana. Just look at that mouth, Spider. How could you not want that mouth? What’s it going to be?”

Peter was so choked up with excitement he couldn’t make up his mind. He held an arm around each of them, the stunningly sexy cat burglar and the proud, haughty goddess, while they played with his cock and balls. All his frenzied erotic fantasies, distant hopeless dreams until this incredible moment, were about to come true. Tears almost came to Peter’s eyes as he imagined Felicia’s lewd imagination set loose on both him and Diana.

“I think,” he said, in a hoarse, shaking voice. “I think I’ll take the relay job. For starters.”

Quickly, the panting Felicia nudged her mouth down toward his quivering shaft. Diana moved too, but Peter stopped her, first craning his head down to kiss and savor her sweetly full breasts as his heart hammered excitedly against his ribs.

And then Felicia’s phone began to chime, an angry insistent buzz that wouldn’t let up.

Black Cat paused, wanting to ignore it at this glorious moment, but Diana gave her an imperious look and she reached over to where she’d laid the phone down.

Peter felt just a tinge of unreasonable panic. The Parker Luck. The thought of it wouldn’t go away, even as Diana dropped her mouth to his stomach and sneaked in a few sucks and licks. Felicia looked at him, crestfallen, and said nothing more than an address.

Peter would later reflect bitterly on the heartless twists of fate. No sooner had he given in to his fantasy than it had been shattered by that angry phone, so viciously and swiftly he would never forget it. 

***

They staked out the location Tinkerer had picked for the meet, parking a van down the street and waiting in its back. And waiting. And waiting.

The aborted sex made it even harder to concentrate than the tedium. It seemed not a minute could go by without Peter’s body thrumming with the idea of what had almost happened, remembering the sights of one woman naked or the feel of another’s touch. Or that giddy moment when both of them had sandwiched him in…

“It wasn’t fair to you,” Diana said.

“What?”

“Raising your hopes and then dashing them. It’s making it hard for you to concentrate, isn’t it?”

Peter shrugged. “It happens.”

“You should find a way to entertain yourself.”

Peter turned to her. She had her back to him, leaning over to rest her arms on the back of the empty seats up front. Her buttocks looked firm and round. She propped herself on her elbows and leered back at him, smiling sensuously. Her ass curved perfectly. She wiggled it, giving him a nice show.

“Diana…” he moaned.

“I’m keeping an eye on the building. You just enjoy yourself. Think of it as my way of making up for getting you so excited, with so little satisfaction. I know it’s hard for just me to be more enticing than two women, but I think you only would’ve gone between our legs. Now, you can have my ass. Don’t you want it?”

Peter palmed the half-moons of her ass, rubbing more firmly than she thought he would’ve dared, feeling the flesh fill his hands. 

“Petey,” Diana moaned gently, Peter hearing it in a lustful daze. He’d fucked her mouth; found she could suck cock like a street whore. He had filled her with his throbbing meat and she had taken all of it. And now he was going to stuff her anus. An ass-fucking.

“I think you’re the one who wants it,” Peter said as he pulled her star-spangled bottoms aside to get a look between her creamy asscheeks. “You love it when I do this, don’t you?”

Diana smiled. “You’re the only man in the world who can do that without me breaking his arm.”

“You know how much that turns me on?”

He saw her asshole like a crinkly rosebud; below, her lathered cunt seeped hot enjoyment, dripping down her slit and onto her thighs. Peter blinked in amazement. Then he dipped his index finger into her hot cunt and felt it be covered by her arousal.

Diana convulsed on the chair, sighing deeply. “Ooooh, yes! Love you touching my cunt! But don’t forget my ass…”

With his finger lubricated by her juices, Peter pulled it, sloshing, from her sex. Then he rubbed the finger up the slender trench between anus and slit. He placed the tip against the flexing portal of her rectum.

“Fuck my ass,” Diana hissed. She writhed in place, pushing her ass against his hand.

“I will,” Peter promised.

The brunette’s cheeks closed around his hand as he pressed the wet finger into her asshole. The space was warm and humid. His finger pressed into her tender opening, spearing forward. Diana jerked in place.

“Ooooh, yes… I like it…”

Peter gyrated his finger inside her asshole, worming it into her tightness slowly. Her walls gripped the digit.

“Mmmmm, that’s nice.” Diana writhed, feeling his stiff finger pressing deeper into her ass. “Mighty Aphrodite…”

Her tight anus convulsed around his probing finger. She couldn’t wait for his cock to replace it. 

“God, what an ass!” Peter exclaimed, examining the curves of her rounded buttocks. He patted her ass with his free hand. “I want to stretch you open,” Peter said, “so it won’t hurt when you take my cock.”

She laughed. “And what if I want it to hurt?”

Peter smacked her ass, leaving a light handprint. Diana jerked away, moaning low. 

“Spank me, make it red!” she panted. “I want to be a bad girl.”

Peter drilled the clutching walls of her anus, finger-fucking her asshole. And he slapped her ass, making deeper reds on the skin.

“Ohhhh, yess, spank my ass!” Diana cooed, closing her eyes and pursing her lips.

Peter got carried away: he pumped his taut index finger in and out of her tender hole, and he briskly swatted her curvy ass, watching her cheeks wobble as he smacked them.

“Ohhh, I’m so bad!” Diana’s creamy ass reddened as he spanked her. She cooed, begged, whimpered. He whacked harder and faster. She became more excited, feeling his finger fucking her ass and his palm smacking her buttocks.

“Uhh, yesss, I’ve been bad, Peter! Do me dirty!” she cried. “Spank the bad girl!”

Her cheeks wobbled as he slapped them and he probed deeper with his finger, exploring her bowels, plunging in to stretch her inner walls out of shape, open her up. Her rectum spasmed tightly around his fingers. Her ass was loosening up.

“Ooooh, yessss! Hera, yesss!” Diana writhed. “I’ve been a bad girl! Fuck my ass! Fuck it good! Spank me hard!”

Peter was breathless, his eyes glowering at her ass. His finger was speared deep. He circled it inside her rectum. And he kept whacking her ass, spanking her.

“Do it, do it! Spank my ass and fuck my ass!”

Peter was more erect than ever. It all turned him on, almost too much. Next he was going to sodomize her.

“That’s it! Make my ass hurt!”

He spanked her twice more, very hard.

Diana squealed. “Yesssss!”

Then he pulled his finger from her ass; it squished as it came out. He stabbed it back in quickly, causing Diana to bolt forward. She sighed hysterically, giggling in breathless anticipation.

Then he yanked his finger out for good and hefted his cock toward her hot, lathered ass. He pressed the purple head against her crinkled opening.

Diana moaned. “Mmmm, put it in! Fuck my ass good! I’ve been a bad girl!”

“Every time I see you in a new costume I just want to rip it off and fuck you!” Peter teased, grinding his cockhead against her hole. He pushed forward, pressing his tip into her. Her tight asshole flexed tight, resisting.

“I feel the same way about you! Ooooh, harder!” Diana begged. She banged her fists on the chair in front of her as she reared her ass back.

And suddenly someone was tapping on the window. In a flash, before he’d even groaned, Peter had his cock stuffed away and his zipper pulled up, while Diana pulled her bottoms back into place. With one quick glance to see that Peter was sorted out, she leaned over and opened the door.

Cassie Sandsmark got in. “It’s been six hours. My shift.”

“Thank you, Cassie,” Diana said. “You’re early.”

“I thought you two would be eager to get off.”

***

Rolling his arms and neck, Peter accompanied Diana back to her hotel.

“It’s me. I’m cursed. That’s what you get for spending time with me. Collateral cursing.”

“You’re not cursed,” Diana assured him. “In fact, I have a surprise for you.”

“It can wait. I just want to get into bed and have this day be over.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Diana said, and opened the door to her room.

Artemis was in her bed, long and lean and totally naked, her body almost as impressive as Diana’s, but not softened, not leavened, shorn of all excess, all the pleasant curves that took Diana’s body from being an amazing weapon to a work of art. She was still a kind of beautiful in her ruthless utility, muscles flat and taut in her sparse body, the beauty of a stark desert instead of the lush meadow that Diana was.

“You’ve impressed me, arachnid,” Artemis said as Diana closed the door behind them. “You’ve proven a worthy man for Diana. Now let’s see if you’re a worthy lover.”

Peter glanced at Diana. “We’re not going to be interrupted this time, are we?”

“If I were you, I wouldn’t waste time.”

Artemis got onto her hands and knees, facing away from Peter, waggling her shapely ass. “You can start with me,” she cooed.

“And me,” Diana said, dropping to her hands and knees beside Artemis. She pulled her panties down around her thighs and Peter looked excitedly at the two firm asses being offered to him, his cock lurching into readiness.

Peter watched as Artemis pulled down Diana’s top, and Diana swept Artemis’s hair aside, two fantastic pairs of breasts coming into view. He saw Diana dip her head and close her mouth around Artemis’s nipple, sucking on it. Once Artemis had moaned, Diana drew back and allowed Artemis to do the same.

They arched their backs, their sexes exposed between slender thighs, one dark-haired and the other a burning red. He gazed at their assholes, seeing that Artemis’s was a pinker color than Diana’s. Both looked very appetizing to him.

Going to his knees, Peter leaned his face into Diana’s cunt, licking up the wet slit and over her asshole. Diana mewled and shoved her ass into his face. Peter probed her asshole while he squeezed Artemis’s ass with his hand. Working a finger into her asshole, he slid his tongue into Diana’s.

“Mmmm, your tongue goes where it is forbidden!!” Diana yelped. “Go deeper still…”

“And see that your finger follows suit!” Artemis demanded.

Peter shoved his face between the cheeks of Diana’s hot ass, his tongue delving. At the same time he fingered Artemis in her young, tight ass. Then he pulled his mouth away, sliding his finger from Artemis’s ass, and changed places. He tongue-fucked Artemis in her tight asshole and finger-fucked Diana. The two women were squealing in pleasure, their shoulders on the bedspread now, kissing each other hungrily.

Peter went from one asshole to the other for a bit, sucking and licking and fingering. Finally he stood on his knees, gazing down at the round, smooth ass of Diana and Artemis’s equally beautiful ass. He stroked his cock as he looked at them, licking his lips. Artemis and Diana kept sucking each other’s tongues, their sweet asses high in the air with their juicy cunts wettening invitingly.

“So,” Artemis asked. “Which of us has the better ass?”

“It wouldn’t be fair to compare the two,” Peter said. 

“What about fucking the two?” Diana asked. “It’s not very fair to fuck only one of us.”

“Or neither,” Artemis said.

Peter plunged into Diana’s sex. He rammed hard, his balls slapping against her. 

Diana grunted in delight: “Oooo, that’s how I need your cock… hard and deep!”

Thrusting into Diana’s cunt, Peter ran two fingers into Artemis’s slippery, clinging pussy. The Amazons both twisted their asses, kissing each other again, their hands digging into each other’s naked tits.

“Me!” Artemis cried. “Now fuck me!”

“Fuck her, Peter!” Diana wailed.

Peter pulled his cock out of Diana’s gripping cunt and he rammed it into Artemis. The redhead groaned with delight and shoved her ass back to him. As he plunged himself in and out of Artemis’s tight pussy, he fingered Diana’s sex. Now he was fucking both women, going from one to the other, his cock glistening with their combined juices. Both pussies seemed to feel the same to him, equally perfect. Both were hot and juicy, tight, slippery. The only real difference was in the color, nothing else. Both Diana and Artemis wiggled and twisted their asses deliciously for him.

The wet heat of Diana’s cunt seared the throbbing flesh of Peter’s cock. He was working a finger into Artemis’s gripping asshole as he fucked Diana. The very thought of Peter shoving his cock into her after it had already been inside Artemis, slippery with her arousal, gave Diana enormous ecstasy.

“You have the manhood of a god, Peter!” she wailed loudly, licking at Artemis’s lips. “Hera, you fuck me so hard… so fast! Do you have the stamina of a god as well, Peter? Or perhaps, of a monster?”

Artemis was not so eloquent. “Fuck me! Fuck me too!”

Diana didn’t have to scream for Peter to know she was coming. Her cunt squeezed at his prick with convulsive tightness as she screamed her ecstasy. The waving, rippling sensations of her cunt milked his prick. He rammed hard, almost brutally into Diana’s climaxing sex, his finger buried up Artemis’s asshole but not moving. Peter could see Diana’s anus flexing above his cock, see it tighten and become loose again.

He kept fucking Diana as she came, and slowly pulled his achingly hard cock free when she finished. Then he rushed it into Artemis’s cunt, stabbing frantically as Diana moaned with her afterglow, her ass still high and writhing. Artemis cried out, twisting her shapely ass frantically as her own orgasm seethed inside her. She slammed her ass back against Peter, his cock buried to the very hilt. As her cunt went into spasms of climax, Peter watched Artemis’s asshole opened and closed.

His cock was still hard as ever. His eyes took on a mischievous gleam. 

While Artemis was still coming, he yanked his cock from her cunt and plunged it into her asshole with warning. She screamed, and Peter grabbed her hips and fucked her fast, his balls beating at her quivering cunt.

“That’s my fucking asshole, Peter!” Artemis yelled. “You’ve got your fucking cock in my fucking asshole!”

Peter laughed hoarsely. “You wanted to know who had the better ass. I’m just finding out.”

“Oh God! Ohhhh, God!” Artemis wailed, but she didn’t try to pull her ass off his cock. The sudden filling of her asshole was creating a storm inside her slender, shaking body. She lifted her head and screamed out her pleasure. “Fuck me, fuck me! Fuck me in the ass! God, you’re stretching my asshole… burning in my fucking ass! Ohhh, I love it! You’re going to make me come again! Ram it to me, fuck me in my fucking asshole!”

Hearing Artemis screamed, Diana sat back on her heels to see Peter’s cock flying in and out of the redhead’s asshole. Her eyes glazed over and a rumbling heat went through her. She could see the stretching anus grip Peter’s cock as it went in and out, from his balls to the swollen head.

“Oh, beautiful!” she sighed. “Show her the pleasures of manhood, Peter, and she’ll give you all the wonders of her womanhood!”

Artemis began screeching in ecstasy, tossing her ass back and forth, riding his cock with her asshole, trying to twist and grind all at the same time. She screamed over and over, throwing her head back, her beautiful red hair flying around her contorting face.

“Oh God, give it to me! Ahh, that sweet, sweet cock… fucking my asshole! I’m coming! I’m coming so much!”

The puckering tightness of Artemis’s asshole clutched at Peter, making him groan with ecstasy, yet he managed to hold in his orgasm.

“I can’t take anymore!” Artemis wailed, sliding forward on the bed, her ass leaving his cock as she sprawled facedown. Her deliciously rounded cheeks quivered with continuous orgasm, lifting and pressing down as if she were fucking the mattress.

“Now me!” Diana cried eagerly. “I want to feel all your strength!”

She twisted about hurriedly, her creamy ass high in the air, her shoulders on the floor and her hands pulling at the rounded cheeks, exposing her anus. Peter rammed his throbbing cock hard into her ass. Diana gave a loud scream of surprised pleasure, his cock stretching her asshole, thrusting all the way to his balls. The scream tearing from Diana’s mouth intensified, as did the shaking of her rounded ass.

Almost as soon as Peter rammed himself into her ass, Diana started coming. He had not made a complete thrust before her cunt boiled into an amazing orgasm. She felt the heat and the throbbing of his cock sliding along the ring of her tight ass, the friction hot and fast enough to burst into flame.

“Oh, Peter!” Diana screamed in passion. “Peter, Peter… give it to me… ram that sweet cock… bang my ass… fuck my asshole!”

Diana’s words were incoherent, tumbling from her mindlessly. Her body was flooded with sensation, the sheer perversity of being fucked in the ass making her feel lewd, so deliciously lewd. She could not believe the strength of her orgasms, the searing heat and the ecstasy that was all she knew. Her asshole felt stretched like never before, the tight elastic ring gripping Peter’s hard, pounding cock like a scalding vise. The slapping of Peter’s stomach against her naked ass seemed to come over loudspeakers, blasting her ears as waves of shivering pleasure raced through her creamy flesh.

Through it all, Diana felt Peter’s cock increasing in size, throbbing beautifully deep inside her burning asshole. She could even feel his balls beating upon the lips of her spasming cunt, her swollen clit. The orgasms streaming through her caused her asshole to tighten its grip on Peter’s cock. It seemed to be sucking him, flexing with fiery heat.

Peter was fucking in a frenzy, on his knees, gripping Diana’s wide hips in his hands, his eyes enormous as he watched his shaft being devoured by her asshole. His balls were so tight, they felt painful. His cum was boiling, ready to spurt, but it didn’t. He kept fucking into Diana’s clutching asshole with his short, powerful strokes, driving in up to his balls then pulling back to leave just the fiery tip of his cock inside her ass.

And Diana was thrusting her naked ass back at him with desperate motions. She wanted him to come inside her ass, wanted to feel his sweet cum bursting deep up her asshole.

Artemis had rolled onto her back now, watching with burning eyes, her legs apart, her cunt showing as she fingered it.

Suddenly Peter yelled. Diana had become too weak in her orgasms, and she flopped forward when he drove hard into her asshole. She sprawled on the bed and Peter, still on his knees, grasped his cock frantically, jerking on it swiftly, moaning with disappointment. But he couldn’t stop now.

Diana turned out, stretched out beside Artemis, her eyes still hot. She would’ve been disappointed, if she weren’t so excited by Peter’s orgasm.

Cum flew from Peter’s cock, his fist pounding it out in a frenzy. The seed splashed upon the hair of Diana’s cunt, getting on her pulsating labia. He came on Artemis as well, but that was due more to the wild way he was jerking off than by any plan. His cum covered them both, scattered on the bed, as he bombed everything around them with his long-withheld satisfaction.

Diana and Artemis stared at his cock, feeling the cum splatter over their skin. They both spread their legs wide, arching up to get as much cum as they could on their bare cunts.

As the spurting ended, Peter sank back on his heels, panting heavily, still clinging to his cock. “Shit,” he snorted in disbelief. “I wanted to come in your asshole.”

“The Parker Luck,” Diana reasoned.

“You overcame her,” Artemis muttered. “She was overwhelmed. You truly are worthy of her… an amazing hero. A great man. A spectacular lover.”

“Speaking of,” Diana said, staring at the copper hair of Artemis’s cunt, with its glistening cum streaked through it. Her tongue ran over her lips. Artemis and Diana had the same idea at the same time.

With squeals, they turned and faced each other, Diana’s long tongue licking through her cunt hair and at the wet slit of her sex. Artemis paused a moment, looking over at Peter. “You must not hurt Diana,” she said. “You have a big, beautiful cock. I’d hate to be the one to damage it.”

Then, grinning challengingly, she lowered her mouth to Diana’s cunt.

Peter watched them licking up his cum, smearing their faces with it. He kept watching until they had licked it all away. Then, he endeavored to provide them with more.