This is Black Moon, Part V.

Anxiety is one of the most painful sensations a human being can feel, because there's no efficient reflection or logic or rationality against it. Deep breathing doesn't do much good when your heart is about to break through the confines of your chest and leap throbbing out of your body. Cold sweaty hands are useless instruments that get lost in absurd gestures not responding to bodily commands but only to their own anxieties which now control them. So mine knocked three times fast and continuously at the door of room five, when in fact I still wanted to remain standing before her, waiting for this anxiety, capricious as it is, to dissipate on its own time, when she would understand well. But upon hearing shy knocks on the door a whisper asked me to come inside, and I could not do so because I was still frozen. After a few minutes, or maybe it was just long seconds, I realized that I belonged to myself again and could move -- first my hands, which turned the doorknob and then pushed the door open, then my feet slowly moved forward step by step into Angelina Moran's room.
A beautiful room, I must say. It did not follow the rustic pattern of the rest of the house; it was decorated in a lighter way: a wide and high window on the right wall closed and concealed by a dark curtain which left the environment almost in penumbra, illuminated by candles distributed at strategic positions close to the walls far from the bed: an ample bed with immaculately white sheets, two large pillows and two smaller ones, mirror, table, two chairs, an armchair, a pouf. Two doors, bathroom and dressing room. Some paintings impossible to be recognized. And the centerpiece of the decor, Angelina.
Angelina, with her loose hair descending like a dark waterfall around her face, long dress, exuberant cleavage that showed what she surely liked most in women as I could tell from her companions and guests, generous breasts such as hers or Tatiana's and also mine, or perfectly shaped even when they were small like those of Liu and Patricia. She was seated on an armchair, crossed legs gracefully within sight of my eyes thanks to the provocative side opening which let me glimpse all this delicious pale flesh. Her eyes sparkled, as bright was her smile. She didn't say a word. I walked over to her and she kept looking at me, shifting, making me feel ridiculous in that robe before such an elegantly beautiful woman who surely knew or would have somehow seen all my adventures through the interior of her house. And now we stood face-to-face silent.
It was a creature that awakened the desire to be subservient, to worship her in an animal way. This was my reason for being present; it was she who sent me away, brought me here, tested me and now would bless by surrendering her body. She suddenly stood up still smiling from between her lips, made two turns around me, one last with her hand on my shoulder, coldly analyzing as if she had won some new toy. She stepped back and stopped with her hands at her waist. Behind her a candle cast diffused light upon its silhouette making it into an almost mystical yet more desirable image. Just a game, of course meticulously studied and rehearsed theater of lust her hoarse voice came to me like a slap shocked into oppressive silence in which she trapped me.
- You came, as I asked. Do you know that it could be just another whim? Didn't open this door and find me here? It would have been enough if all of a sudden I wished for it to be so. Leave and only found out when he was alone in the house with his driver waiting to take him back.
Yeah, but that's not what happened.
And what did you learn?
I didn't have an answer to that question. I had no intention of learning anything, just wanted to be with her; this nonsense did not please me and it was uninteresting for me.
- You have discovered the delights of giving and loving reciprocity. Giving and receiving. Sharing and enjoying. Discovered the boundaries between pain and pleasure. Servitude and domination. Humility and compassion. Also exposed yourself to exotic, unknown pleasures and fantasies that you did not know, and knew how to take advantage of everything, trying to be free from the curse of prejudice and established habits. You proved ardent, determined, impulsive. That's what I like in a woman, which is why I stayed here to receive her.
A dramatic pause. Had she memorized all this beforehand or was showing off her talent in an improvisation? I remained silent and motionless, just a spectator, as clearly she wanted me to be.
- I hope you don't think of me as arrogant, manipulative or anything that might drive us apart. Not only am I welcoming you into my room but I'm also welcomed in to my life opening the doors to a new world and inviting you to an endless party where all our guests are thinking and seeking what you want: pleasure...pleasure in every form; absolute pleasure; unlimited pleasure!
But I already knew that the speech was coming to an end.
- There's only one test left for you. The final word is always mine, and this is a whim that I do not give up on. I want to have you by my side, and all those whom you met also want it. You've tried everything there was to be proven, it isn't a test, it is an experiment. An experience between me and you.
Finally, the glorious smile reappears between the lips of this great star but she expects much more than applause. She wants to be loved and worshipped and devoured by those who watch her. The show is over; it's time for celebration. It's my turn!
The approach is slow, as it should be; my hands reach to her waist, my body comes close enough for them both to touch lightly. My face goes towards hers, my eyes are fixed on hers, and my mouth longs for hers. A gentle kiss begins with the exchange of heat that flows between their lips, they rub against each other, squeeze, tighten, the kiss intensifies, wet lips embrace forcefully. My tongue struggles in her mouth, soaking up her saliva and sweet taste. My hands go up her back, hold it by the nape of her neck. Her tongue is in my mouth, dances with mine, goes in and out, spins and snaps. I'm trembling. Her hands are on my back, climb to my shoulders and pull away the robe. Her mouth leaves mine, searches for my chin, my throat, comes down to my ear, bites and kisses. She's on my shoulder, my hands in her hair, she doesn't allow herself to lead, makes her own way. He uses both his hands to open the robe, which remains attached only by a tight lace at my waistline. The top falls off, his mouth follows the fall. The tongue, which language my God kisses on the lap descends between my breasts while his hands hold them tightly together making a narrow path. His body bends over it goes up to the abdomen and back again; his hands caress my boobs that grow visibly stimulated by her massage, their beaks are heated and hardened demanding for her lips; she kisses; hand squeezes; I sigh; one gentle lick followed by others in one after another everything is continuous and repetitive as it should be. Lips, those lips my God sucks with affection and will. The first mystery is this mouth, these lips perfectly drawn or rather sculpted of unequalled softness, this tongue living by itself and mine poor one just open letting out sighs and moans.
- Oh, this is delicious.
She looks at me, constantly using her mouth, just hoping for more.
- Nice and tasty, lick the little bugs.
And she does, her tongue swirls around the nipples pouring electricity into my body. She plunges her breasts in her mouth sucking intensely again pressed against each other and down between them I still hold her by her hair but can't control it; she gets up to kiss me on the lips once more My hands go down her back climb back over her neck then fall freely at waist height I embrace her round a stronger wildest kiss thrusting my tongue into her mouth and squeezing her body close to mine My hands come down timidly, feeling the curvature of my buttocks up to her thighs. What a woman's delight! My inhibitions are melting away. She whispers "yes" into my ear. I wrap her butt with my hand and squeeze hard; she groans and offers her neck for kisses; my tongue slips out from between her lips and goes down over her face, through her neck and back again. The dress is just right. She moves her hips, and I pinch her ass more tightly. Cute, very cute. I climb back up her waist, my fingers walk across the abdomen, feel muscles set on fabric, she pulls away a little bit. I keep going up, let just two fingers pass over each of her breasts, she smiles with eyes dizzy from excitement. I kiss her shoulders, my finger grips the sleeves of her dress, my mouth embraces her skin sweet and fragrant soft smoothly. My mouth reaches for the v-neck that creeps in between the breasts. My tongue plunges into them. She does the same thing she had done with me, uses her hands to hold her own breasts tightly together forming a trail between two delicious hills over which my tongue eagerly passes. The boobs that I know, oh God! Gently pulls back her hands and lets the sleeve of her dress loose it comes down just long enough to reveal those two huge white hard melons whose pink beaks are symmetrically perfect. I hold them both in my hands. They're big, they slip through my fingers; I put a little beak into my mouth just by holding it between my lips; my tongue caresses it gently, turning and licking, then my lips suck with force -- one after the other -- she is now grabbing me by the hair but I let myself lead her from left to right and back to left like a hungry child as I am sucking on breast milk and smiling approvingly.
I feel a sudden awe, an urge that grows without measure. I lean over her, throw myself on her body, moving it backwards, she understands and lets herself fall onto the bed. I lie down upon her, kiss her lips, my hands find the lateral opening of the dress, walk between them, climbing up through the legs, thick muscular thighs warm, very hot. My mouth descends to her belly, a rigid muscle sculpted with care. Kiss until its skin is moistened by my saliva. I slowly take off his robe, he clings to her body and struggles to reveal him. It's in my waist, revealing the first curves of my hips. My breath is suffocating. I cough but it doesn't come out; I have to struggle against my stubborn hands; my mouth accompanies me stripping from my body and finding the first pubic hair; just a thin narrow black line on white skin; the dress tears away and releases her. Oh God! Her legs are deliciously twisted, strong and muscular; she keeps them tight, slightly bent as I sit before her; I kiss her heels, miss her calf, reach for my knee and take off air until I get into thigh muscle through her curves. Young, glowing body I kiss the sides of her thighs one and another. With apprehension I hold her knees and push them away. She smiles. Reveals herself to me. Delightful. I am between her hips, I kiss her groin, my hand squeezes her butt, the other descends on her hair, they reach for her lips through which melts the fragrant honey of her desire. I'm mad. I embrace her hip and plunge with my mouth into her sex. A deliciously fleshy, pink mouthful exhaling the aroma of lust. I kiss it all over; my tongue separates her big lips and goes up to look for the clitoris; when she finds him she starts sucking and licking, biting lightly and sulking on top. Angelina's body hardens, contracting with pleasure and relaxing followed by a hoarse groan. She had this special flavor, the taste of what is prohibited: I'm sweating, open my robe completely and play it away, she follows everything with her eyes. She comes to feel the taste of herself in my mouth, hugs me. Her breasts touch mine, her thighs are between my legs. I turn around and lean over her, who likes the idea. A hallucinatory 69, I am below, she is above.
The touch of this woman is incredible. When she kisses my legs it's as if all the energy from my body, when her fingers caress and open my bouquet I feel like in a dream. Her mouth that mouth embraces my pussy and begins to suck and lick God, I have no more strength, she kissed and his tongue turns, I can feel inside me, a fiery serpent consuming my life. I get rid of pleasure and have the fastest orgasm of my life, she drinks all the juice of my pleasure. I attack now, kiss and howl, bite, penetrate with my tongue with my nose, am inside her and my hands move away from her buttocks, lick up to the asshole an indescribable jewel, I'm insane. My language tries to enter it from behind: "Hmmmm, shhh". Without words only groans and whispers; my fingers go into its cunt, she comes back to lick me and feel that I will enjoy again. I insert my finger in it, it rolls around, come out and its honey flows on my face. Tsuda. Lose control.
You want me to fuck you all over?
She doesn't answer, just sighs and smiles at me. The smile. I keep fucking harder; she wants more intensity, I know it. Yells and rolls over, swings that hot bundle in my face and the bitch grabs hold of my fingers as if squeezing around them sucking on them. I lick her arse again. She shivers, I feel like she is going to make fun and so do I. She strongly sucks up my clitoris, seems to want to tear it out with her lips. I stick my finger firmly into it, feels good deep down in the groove and we have a great time together. We shake and tremble, moan and whisper, sweat and delight. So much pleasure. We both fall exhausted, gasping for breath. I breathe with difficulty, barely have time to recover and she's on top of me sitting on my thighs kissing my mouth feeling my taste in her tongue. She feels hers in mine
I have no doubt it was a great choice.
- You have a choice?
When we were in business, I asked Patricia to do a little research on you.
Of course, back to the game: Angelina could make anyone feel like nothing in her presence; she made choices; she controlled this little world around her.
- You are special, and now you're part of the Black Moon Circle.
A novelty on the air, a strange name... that's what they called themselves then?
- During the moonless night, in darkness men hide themselves inside their houses fleeing from mysteries and shadows and irrationality that comes out of the dark. It's time for instincts to emerge; it's ladies' hour. Our hour: our moment. You have met some people, a few, from an enormous circle made up of all kinds of women rich or poor famous anonymous doesn't matter what matters is female spirit and beauty of this spirit more than physical beauty
And that didn't seem very true to me, because all the women I had met since my first contact with Angelina were at least marvelous. But what she spoke about was freedom and pleasure -- new moon and black moon.
It doesn't matter the woman, it matters what she represents... strength and uninhibited wills and whims as long as she is genuine and willing to want pleasure which I am sure you do.
I agreed with a smile, wouldn't give him the pleasure of encouraging his speech with words. Even if he didn't want to, I was playing my part in the game. I thought about it when Liu came into the room wearing an extremely light white dress that covered her body up to her feet. I turned back to see her by candlelight. Angelina embraced me from behind, wrapped around my waist and kissing my neck. Her skillful hands caressed my breasts and I felt hers on my back. Liu walked over to us, sat down opposite me on the bed, and kissed my lips. With a goddess like Angelina caressing me, feeling her perfect body glued to mine and with Liu kissing me so affectionately with such intensity I felt that I had reached some kind of sexual nirvana. But she wouldn't take up any passive posture. I hugged Liu by the waist and tried to bring her over to my side, but she resisted, keeping herself seated on bent legs in quite an oriental pose. She did however allow me to get rid of her dress stripping off her shoulders revealing her peculiar little appetites. As soon as I saw them, I tried to hold them in my hands and pulling my mouth away from hers started sucking on them. And she stroked my hair. Angelina kissed the back of my neck, lowered her lips down onto my back, pulled me towards herself and kissed me on the lip leaving me split between the two. She was embracing Angelina and listening for Liu unravel from his dress with its gentle flutter being removed from the fabric. I turned around to find her naked on her knees in bed and then had a surprise -- an unexpectedly surprising revelation. Angelina laughed softly, with her mouth glued to my ear and her hands sliding down my belly between my legs caressing my pussy all the while I looked at Liu in astonishment. A slender body that was undoubtedly beautiful had long strong legs a feminine face like few have small hands covering one's own breasts and a penis which is actually tiny but hilarious and haughty where I expected to find a delicious little kiss accustomed to fulfilling Angelina's desires. It was too shocking for me, feeling disgust and anguish at first. I got rid of Angelina's hands, trying to articulate a few words.
- But she's... he is.
She is my friend, she's my lover and they have a feminine spirit trapped in this body... more feminine than yours or mine.
"It's not what it looks like", I retorted, pointing foolishly at the hard penis facing us.
- Yes, she has different ways of getting pleasure you don't have the same as we do but I taught her not to be embarrassed by who she is and how to use her body in a way that makes us enjoy our own.
The speech didn't change my reaction, I kept staying away from Liu. Angelina realized that words alone would not stimulate me to understand. So she approached Liu, kissing her on the lips, sliding her hands over his tiny breasts, sucking and nursing both of them, went down through her belly, held the hard pin in her hand, turned toward me and without taking her eyes off mine, put it into her mouth. I did not know what to think. A transvestite. If I had said this, I would have been thrown out of the house for sure, but it was simply what Liu represented to me at that moment. I'd never seen anyone like her, she was perfectly female in every way and only now did it reveal itself as if that were just an insignificant detail.
Liu kept her head bowed back while Angelina clutched those delicious lips around his dick, making it go in and out of her mouth. Her hands squeezed him and masturbated and she sucked intensely, her tongue slipped from its base to the top where he turned and massaged. Her hand caressed the bag and balls that hung also small underneath the penis. She would put everything into her mouth, holding it for a few minutes then releasing it covered by a thick layer of saliva. I had Angelina's eyes like shackles that held the scene to me. Everything seemed so bizarre and strange, yet very exciting at the same time. Maybe it was a twinkle in my eye or something else, but Angelina noticed this and immediately offered me the little pinto which trembled with excitement in her hands. A thread of saliva still hung from Angelin's lips joining them together by the head of that unusual instrument. I felt too tired to think, just act out, could regret later for the rest of life if she wanted. I went over and put it in my mouth, Liu let out a groan that sounded like an entreaty. It was hot and very hard, pulsating on my tongue as I embraced him with my lips, sucking intensely, squeezing firmly between them. The head grew bigger every time my mouth passed through it and my tongues began to caress her. Angelina joined me, we both licked the cock together, which entered our mouths leaving its flavor on our tongues. She spat upon it, leaving bubbling saliva all over his head, which I swallowed into my mouth and sucked away. Once again I was beyond normal judgment. I got up, made Liu lie on his back and sat down over him, slowly tucking him into my pussy. Angelina watched in wonder at this act of surrendering and arousal as she came to stroke my ass while I straightened myself out with the boiling cock invading my groin. And then I started riding it feeling inside me delicious looking at Liu and seeing myself being fucked by a woman -- not some transvestite-- because it would be impossible for her to see any masculine traits other than what was now within me. I went up and down furiously on the stick, which was coming in deliciously, rolled over it and felt Angelina's tongue against my butt. Opened myself wide to receive her, tugging at my ass and offering myself to her. Riding non-stop. Liu stood still, making no movement as if he were just offering himself as an instrument of pleasure that she didn't feel any fear about taking advantage of anymore. The orgasm came quickly before Angelina could penetrate me from behind. I bounced across the sticks hard yet in circular motions until I felt all my honey lay upon him, then only come out onto Liu.
Angelina immediately put it in her mouth, sipping my taste that was now inside of him. Liu sat down and we exchanged a three-way kiss by twisting our tongues around each other. My hand and Angelina's fought for place on Liu's stick, punching at it. Angelina offered her breasts to Liu who sucked painfully into them, little hands caressing the hard melons, two delicious balloons she dipped into her mouth. Angeline lay backwards towards Liu and pulled her close to herself. Liu positioned himself behind her, both of them on the side, and Liu put his dick in Angelina's pussy, slid into it, making a gentle back-and-forth motion. Angelina got up and threw her hips towards the stick, Liu seemed to get very excited about that and started pushing harder furiously. I just watched this scene. Angeline walked away, followed by four, Liu came from behind and even choked when she saw that delicious little ass of hers being penetrated by Liu's cock, which lodged itself inside the small intestine and was entering very slowly until it disappeared within her. Angelina started rolling around to make it easier for penetration. When the pinto was all in her little butt, Liu began fucking her, first really slowly then fast and hard. I didn't believe that, it was an absurdly indecent scene but delicious. I came up behind Liu, kissed his neck, back, ass which was round and slender, pulled my bottom away and put my tongue on his arse, she seemed to get a shock of electricity, and I licked his ass as I heard the bag hitting Angelina's arse. When I found him well lubricated, I slowly put a finger inside of it and started fucking her. She had this hot hungry ass that devoured my finger. It all became very intense; Angelina was whining and rolling around like crazy; Liu kept quiet but his gasping breath echoed through the room with loudness; I was lost in so much excitement. I threw myself at her, licking every fucking thing that was in her ass and climbing up on her back and kissing her mouth.
After all this, we fell asleep and when I woke up only a note from Angelina informing me that she had to leave on an urgent basis to solve some business problems in the city. Liu stayed, served as my guide, showing me the entire vast area of the farm. The other guests also left and soon we went home too. Since then, I have been going back and forth with Black Moon Circle, its nights of madness and pleasure and contrary to what I imagined, never came to regret it. And through other nights and other parties and orgies, I discovered a world that was fabulous but never quite as shocking when I met it in this house.