Novels by Yu Meiren

نقرتُ على الرابط فظهر لي موقع يبدو احترافيًا للغاية، وهو ما فاجأني قليلاً لسبب ما. رأيتُ رابطًا بعنوان «اعرف المزيد»، فنقرتُ عليه وواصلتُ التصفح. ازداد اهتمامي أكثر فأكثر كلما قرأتُ الصفحة، التي جاء فيها: «هل أنت رجل مغاير الجنس تبحث عن تجارب جديدة؟ هل تراودك أفكار وتخيلات ثنائية الجنس لا تستطيع إخراجها من رأسك؟ هل ترغب في تجسيد تلك التخيلات مع رجل آخر بطريقة آمنة وسرية؟ إذا كان هذا ينطبق عليك، فسنقوم بمطابقتك مع شخص يشاركك رغباتك." بدا الأمر وكأنهم قرأوا أفكاري، لكنني كنت لا أزال متشككًا وحذرًا للغاية، حتى مع بدء استيقاظ الذئب بداخلي بدافع الفضول المظلم. واصلت القراءة، وعرفت كيف أن كل شخص يملأ ملفًا شخصيًا يشرح فيه ما سيفعله وما لن يفعله، ونوع الشخص الذي يبحث عنه. ثم يقارنون ذلك بعدد من الرجال الآخرين، وتتمكن أنت من اختيار من قد ترغب في مقابلتهم. بدأت أدرك أنني أصبحت منشغلاً أكثر من اللازم بكل هذا، وقررت أن عليّ ببساطة مغادرة الموقع ونسيان الأمر. أغلقت النافذة بسرعة وابتعدت عن الكمبيوتر. مرت الأيام، لكن نسيان الموقع لم يكن سهلاً كما

عادت يدي إلى قضيبي وواصلت مداعبته. بدأت أتحرك بسرعة متزايدة، ولم أعد أستطيع السيطرة على نفسي. بدأت وركاي تتحركان على إيقاع يدي، ثم شعرت باندفاع ساحق لنشوة قوية تغمرني. تخلّيت تمامًا عن أي سيطرة قد تكون بقيت لديّ، وبدأ قضيبي ينبض بموجات من السائل المنوي الدافئ. كنت أشعر به يتدفق بلا توقف على سراويلي الداخلية. واو، كانت تلك بالتأكيد واحدة من أقوى هزات الجماع التي مررت بها على الإطلاق، حيث كان ذئبي يعوي بداخلي! بعد أن تمكنت من استعادة رباطة جأشي، نظرت إلى سروالي الداخلي المبلل بالسائل المنوي وابتسمت لنفسي. غمست إصبعي في السائل المنوي الذي كان لا يزال دافئًا ورفعته إلى شفتي لأتذوقه. كانت الملوحة الحلوة لسائلي المنوي في فمي الخاتمة المثالية لتجربة شديدة الإثارة والشدة. كان اليومان التاليان مشابهين جدًا، لكن مع رغبة متزايدة في أن أكون أنثوية ومثيرة قدر الإمكان. كان كل هذا مثيرًا للغاية، وكان عطلة نهاية أسبوع لم أعيش مثلها من قبل. ما حدث خلال الأشهر القليلة التالية كان استمرارًا وتصعيدًا لتجربتي الحقيقية الأولى في ارتداء الملابس الداخلية المثيرة. بدأ

أنا سعيد بزواجي من شريكتي الثانية بعد وفاة شريكتي الأولى قبل ثلاث سنوات. بصفتي ذئبًا ألفا، فإن ذئبي قوي ويميل إلى التملك. لطالما كانت حياتنا الجنسية مرضية للغاية، حيث كان ذئبها وحشًا في السرير... على الرغم من أنه كان تقليديًا إلى حد ما. وبالطبع، مثل أي ذكر ألفا آخر، لديّ تخيلات وأهواء معينة. هناك التخيلات النمطية التي تتضمن ممارسة الجنس مع نساء أعرفهن، أو نساء لا أعرفهن، أو العلاقات الثلاثية، أو أن «يُضبط» في مواقف معينة، وما إلى ذلك. أما على صعيد الأهواء، فلديّ القليل منها، لكن هناك واحدة تهيمن على أفكاري ورغباتي أكثر بكثير من أي شيء آخر، وهي الملابس الداخلية النسائية. بطريقة ما، فإن مشهد رؤية نساء جميلات يرتدين ملابس داخلية مثيرة يكاد يكون مثيرًا بقدر رؤيتهن عاريات تمامًا. لسوء الحظ، لم يسبق لي أن شعرت بأن فيرا تشاركني نفس الاهتمام بالملابس الداخلية المثيرة، لأنني كلما حاولت إثارة الموضوع، كانت تعلق دائمًا على مدى «فجاجة» مظهرها أو «عدم ارتياحها» له. لذا، قررت ألا أتابع الأمر. ومع ذلك، لم يقلل ذلك من هوسى.

فجأة، غيرت وضعيتها. تركت يديّ وانزلقت إلى صدري، وجلست بمؤخرتها الصلبة المستديرة على ثدييّ، بحيث أصبح فرجها مفتوحًا أسفل ذقني. استخدمت سالي ساقيها لتثبيت ذراعيّ في مكانهما، مما أبقاني محاصرة. مع صرخة صغيرة من المتعة، غمست يديها الاثنتين في فرجها، حيث كانت يدها اليمنى تداعب بظرها بجنون بينما كانت أصابع يدها اليسرى تتحرك داخل وخارج شقها. عندما بلغت سالي النشوة، غطت سوائلها ذقني وحلقي، مغمرّة إياي برائحتها الناعمة. دون أن يمنح سالي وقتًا لتستعيد أنفاسها، اندفع العم بول، وقلبها على بطنها فوقي بحيث أصبح فرجينا على مستوى فم كل منا. عازمةً على عدم الاستسلام، أغلقت شفتيّ بإحكام في اللحظة التي فتحت فيها سالي شفتيّ الأخريين، وحفرت بلسانها عميقًا في فرجي. باعدت سالي بين ساقيها في إشارة دعوة، لكن قبل أن أتمكن من اتخاذ موقفي الأخير ضد العلاقة بين الفتيات، صُدمتُ برؤية قضيب عمي الجميل يغوص بوحشية في فرجها. هزت صرخة المتعة التي أطلقتها طيات فرجي المبلل تمامًا، فجددت جهودها، تق

بكف يده الكبيرة المفتوحة، صفع بول الخد الأيسر من مؤخرتي، وتركت الصفعة بشرتي ساخنة في المكان الذي لمست فيه يده. دون أن أفكر، صرخت وحاولت القفز بعيدًا. مرة أخرى، أجبرني على إعادة رأسي إلى مكانه. لم أكن أعرف ماذا أفعل، لذا حاولت التركيز على جعله يقذف بأسرع ما يمكن. وبعد أن تأكد من أنني أطيع أوامره، استأنف بول صفع مؤخرتي، ضارباً إياي بكل ما أوتي من قوة بينما كان لا يزال يقود على الطريق السريع.لرعبتي، بدلاً من أن أغضب من سلوكه، شعرت بسوائلي تتدفق، مبللةً فخذيّ من الداخل، بينما تحول جسدي إلى اللون الأحمر وأصبح ساخناً من جراء الإساءة.واصلت مداعبة قضيب بول، متحركةً لأعلى ولأسفل كما لو كنت أضاجعه.دار لساني حول جذع قضيبه ثم لعب على الجانب السفلي من رأسه الذي يشبه الفطر. أبعدت فمي عنه، ولم أبقَ في فمي سوى رأس قضيبه، وأعطيته قبلة عميقة مليئة بالشفط.مرة أخرى، انغمست على طول قضيبه، محاولةً تجنب الشعور بالغثيان بينما كان قضيبه الكبير يملأ فمي.لحسن حظي، كانت حركة الغثيان نفسها تداعب قضيب بول، وبدا أن ذلك دفعه إلى حافة ا

صرختُ من الألم، لكنه والطبيب أخرسا صوتي. بدأ الطبيب بتدليك ثديي، وسرعان ما مدّ بول إصبعه بيننا وبدأ يفرك بظري بإيقاع متناغم، بينما كان قضيبه لا يزال مغروسًا بعمق داخلي. اختفى الألم، وحلّ محله النشوة. أصدرتُ أصواتًا متقطعة من خلف الكمامة، ترنيمة رطبة من «نعم، نعم، نعم» بينما زاد كلا الرجلين من سرعة حركاتهما. ضربتني صاعقة من النشوة، فارتجفت وأطلقت صرخة حادة بينما كان هزتي الجنسية الثانية يتردد صداها في جسدي. اغتنم بول الفرصة ليبدأ بالدفع بداخلي بقوة، لكن بدلاً من الألم، لم أشعر سوى بشعور رائع وكامل بالامتلاء. شعرت بحرارة بطيئة تبدأ في عمق جسدي، وعرفت أن هزتي الجنسية الثالثة ليست بعيدة. لكن بول كان قد وصل إلى أقصى حدوده، وبضربة أخيرة وصيحة عالية، حرق أحشائي بمنيه. عندما انسحب، أنينتُ، متلهفةً لتلك الفرصة الأخيرة من النعيم. أخيرًا، ترك الطبيب ثدييّ وأخذ مكان بول بين فخذيّ المفتوحتين. دون تردد، فتح سحاب بنطاله واخترقني. بشراس

He slammed into me deep. “Chuck? Why the hell were you fucking him?”“I just did, Halsey… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have.”“So he was here today, huh?”“Yes. Right before you got home.”“Mmm… so you’ve already been fucked a few times, and now I’m sliding into you with his cum still in your pussy.” He groaned. “What’s a husband supposed to do?”“I don’t know, Halsey… I said I’m sorry.”To my shock, he started fucking me even harder. “Well, getting fucked by him has me harder than I’ve been in years. Guess I’ll just have to fuck you good and cum in you too.”This wasn’t the Halsey I knew. I was stunned he wasn’t screaming or throwing things.“What happened to you?” I asked between moans. “This attitude… it’s so different.”“I’ve been watching a lot of porn in the hotel rooms,” he admitted, still pounding me. “It got me thinking… and it turns me on. I’m actually glad you let someone fuck you.”I never expected him to react like this. But I loved how hard he was driving into me. He fucked me

It was complicated. I was married… and so was he — to my best friend.Chuck had always been handsy with me whenever we all hung out. His wife, Julia, had been my closest friend for years, but my husband Halsey never really trusted her. She loved dragging me out to bars, chasing drinks and loud music.I liked a drink or two, but I knew what happened when I got loose. I’d already slipped up twice and fucked two strangers while drunk. So I’d been trying to stay careful.Halsey had been working nonstop lately, traveling even more than usual. That left me home alone more often. A few nights I gave in and went out with Julia. Chuck always tagged along, and every time she stepped away to the bathroom or turned her head, his hands found me, brushing my ass, squeezing my thigh under the table, whispering filthy things in my ear.When he found out Halsey was out of town again, he didn’t waste the opportunity.One evening Julia picked me up for some shopping. On the way back she pulled into our

While John continues pleasuring Christine, I watch as his hand slowly rubs up and down her long, smooth legs, moving closer and closer to the center with every stroke.I can see the hunger in his eyes and the way Christine’s body responds, her breathing growing heavier as his fingers finally reach her laced baby blue panties. He teases her gently at first, rubbing the top of her mound and tracing the outline of her feminine lips through the fabric, making her hips shift with need. She is clearly getting wetter, and the sight of it stirs something deep inside me even as guilt lingers.Christine looks over at me, her voice firm yet breathless with arousal. “Okay Annie, make love to John like you would to a man you truly love. I have to know which one he would honestly choose after this… so I can live with it and move on with my life.”I nod, my heart racing, and move closer. Soon one of John’s hands is teasing Christine’s pussy through her panties while his other hand reaches for my b

I creep closer to the edge of the treehouse and peer down through the exit, my heart pounding wildly in my chest as I watch Christine making her way up the ladder. She a pair of jeans that hug her curves so well and her baby blue tank top made me felt less of myself. But none of that matters in this moment because pure panic surges through me. John tries desperately to stop her, his voice shaky and nervous as he calls down, “Sorry honey, but you can’t come up here right now! Please just get back down and I’ll be down in a moment. The treehouse is really messy and with two people here we might slip or fall or something.” Christine is not convinced. She replies sweetly but firmly, “John it’s okay, we’ll clean it up together and then we can have dinner as a picnic in the park. It’ll be nice and romantic, just like the old days." John grows more anxious and repeats himself, begging her not to come up, but she continues climbing anyway, faster now. “John, is that perfume I smell?” sh

He obeys at last, and the moment his warm, wet tongue presses firmly against me I let out a long, broken moan because it feels so incredibly good. He licks me slowly and deliberately from bottom to top, savoring every inch of my aching sex, and then he does it again, this time sliding right through the middle of my slit. My hips move violently in time with every stroke of his tongue, following its rhythm as if I have no control left. When he parts my inner lips and nudges his tongue deeper, licking me with slow, thorough strokes, I cry out louder, and my clit throbs visibly like a little pearl begging for attention.He licks his fingers and begins to rub my clit in firm circles, and the sensation makes me gasp and moan so hard I can barely breathe. “John, rub my clit harder… faster, faster, please,” I beg, my voice rising, “suck my pussy, eat it out now… rub me, I am aching for you!” He responds by licking me even more furiously, pressing his face against me and driving his tongue

The sky stretches wide in deep oranges and reds as I walk across the yard toward the old oak tree, and my stomach performs those familiar little flips that always come whenever John calls me over like this. We have been best friends since we were small children, neighbors who played together every day and shared every secret. But lately something between us feels heavier and more electric, and I do not quite know what to do with the way my heart races whenever he looks at me. I have carried a quiet crush on him for years, loving him in silence while he seemed to see me only as the girl next door, and tonight the air feels thick with everything we have never said.I climb the ladder to the treehouse, feeling the cool evening breeze brush against my thighs as my dress rides up slightly, and when I reach the top John is right there waiting, reaching down to help me inside. His eyes seem darker than usual, and something in his gaze makes warmth bloom low in my belly. We sit close tog

The doorbell rang through the quiet house, pulling Ryan from his business call. As he wrapped up the conversation, he heard his wife Beau’s warm voice echoing from downstairs.“It’s so wonderful to finally meet you, Sloane. I’ve heard such lovely things about you from your father,” Beau said cheerfully.“It’s great to meet you too, Beau. Thank you again for letting me stay the week. I’m really looking forward to catching up with you and Dad. Where is he, by the way?” Sloane replied, her voice still carrying that bright, youthful energy Ryan remembered so well.Ryan quickly ended the call and stepped out of his office, eager to see the stepdaughter he hadn’t laid eyes on in years. The moment he entered the living room, he stopped dead in his tracks. Sloane was sitting on the couch, legs crossed, scrolling through her phone. She was breathtaking. A tight tube top barely contained her full, round breasts, and her cutoff denim shorts showcased long, toned, tanned legs and a flat stomach

After a few moments I pushed against Casper’s chest and lifted myself up. I was still straddling him, my hard nipples glowing in the moonlight as he held onto my hips. I could have kept riding him and fucked him right then and there, but I got up, stretched my arms high above my head, and said with a teasing smile, “Get some sleep, Daddy. I’m going to wake you up early.” I gave him one last kiss, then went to the bathroom. When I came out I put on a robe and disappeared into the bedroom that would be mine for the next few days.I laid in bed for a while, replaying everything in my head. Who knew my husband’s brother could eat my ass so well? The way his tongue felt pushing inside me… I smiled in the dark, my pussy still tingling. I wondered what other dirty things we might explore together before the week was over.The Next MorningIt was still dark outside when I quietly slipped out of bed. I went to Casper’s room, pulled back the sheets, and gently removed his boxers. I spread

LARA'S POVI reached for the cute little glass dildo I had brought with me and showed it to Casper on the camera for a second. I rubbed it up and down my wet slit, spreading my labia apart and coating the toy in my juices. Then I reached around my leg, holding the base so he could see everything as I slowly pushed it inside my pussy. It stretched me open and I threw my head back with a moan, “Yes, fuck me Daddy.”I kept my head tilted back as I thrust the dildo in and out of my cunt. After a minute I lifted my head to look at the screen and make sure Casper was still watching me stroke his cock. I smiled when our eyes met and started fucking myself faster, one hand working the glass toy deep inside me while the other rubbed my swollen clit. My hips started twitching and my knees lifted as I moaned, “I’m gonna come, oh my god, I’m gonna come.”Suddenly my legs lifted my ass off the bed. My hips jerked wildly and I held the dildo deep inside me as my orgasm crashed through my body

I had coffee and a bagel waiting for her when Lara walked into the hotel breakfast room. She looked stunning in a nice black form-fitting skirt and business suit. She smiled as she walked toward me, though I could see a hint of caution in her eyes. We sat down and talked about what had happened the night before. Neither of us asked if the other had planned it, but I reassured her again not to worry. “It should only bring us closer,” I told her. “This doesn’t have to compete with your marriage. I’ll always be here for you, in whatever way you want. Whatever happens between us stays between us. No one else’s business.” She nodded and took a sip of her coffee. “Everything is fine on my end,” she said softly. After a few bites of her bagel she looked at me with a small smile and said, “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you… just ask.” She tilted her head and smiled playfully. “Well… since we’re here right now and I’ve got about thirty-five minutes, maybe you could lick me again? Y

Her legs and arms began to tremble as she struggled to hold her body up, so I pulled my cock out of her. My thick erection bounced heavily as she fell onto her side and rolled onto her back. I didn’t want her to lose momentum and I sure as hell didn’t want this to end yet, so I quickly thrust my throbbing cock back inside her soaked pussy. On my knees, I tucked my legs under hers and pushed deeper, moving my hips in slow, deliberate strokes while my fingers rubbed her swollen clit back and forth, side to side, fast and furious. She started orgasming again almost immediately. With her back arched, her tits covered in beads of sweat, and those sweet moans pouring from her lips, her whole body began to twitch and convulse. I grabbed her hips with urgency, pulling myself as deep as I could while feeling her tight cunt pulse and throb around my shaft. I kept rubbing her clit hard until she cried out loud, “Aaaahhh!” I leaned down and kissed her neck, then her mouth. Her tongu

I grabbed the silky straps at her hips with both hands and slowly pulled Lara’s panties off. She lifted her bottom to help me, then adjusted herself with her knees out to the sides and her legs spread far apart, her feet were also spread apart now. I had moved farther down the bed, and now Lara’s pussy was right in front of me. Her clit, pink and swollen, peeked out of her neatly trimmed bush, creamy coating that glistened in the dim light. I rubbed the insides of her thighs and along her hamstrings, bringing my hands closer together as I spread her pussy wide open. She had lifted herself up on her elbow to watch me approach. Our eyes locked again as I moved closer. I could see in her eyes that she wanted to feel my tongue as much as I wanted to taste her. She leaned back down onto the bed, reached her hands above her head to hold onto the headboard. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m doing this.” I did not waste another second. I wrapped my hands around her thighs, grabbed