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Chapter 41: Janina (Act 12)
Janina’s breath was still uneven, her body throbbing with the aftermath of Rahim’s relentless passion. Her eyes wandered to the small jar on the nightstand, its contents glinting ominously in the dim light. She hesitated for a moment before pointing to it, her voice soft but curious.
“What’s that? Is that why you were able to go... five times? I’ve never been with anyone who could do more than three in a single night, let alone five.”
Rahim’s gaze followed hers to the jar, and for a moment, he looked almost sheepish. He reached for it, turning it over in his hands as if contemplating his answer. “I found this in my wife’s drawer,” he admitted reluctantly. “There was a note stuck to it...‘manhood enhancer, apply before action.’ I thought it was some kind of gift she bought for me, something she planned to give me later. I didn’t think much of it until…” He trailed off, his voice low, almost defensive.
Janina’s brows furrowed. “So you think it’s from Lina? But why would she have something like this?” She paused, her mind racing. “Rahim, this isn’t about you or her...it’s this stuff. It’s what’s making you go so many rounds.”
Rahim shook his head stubbornly, his jaw tightening. “No, that’s not it. I only used it for the first time today, with you. It’s not the oil...it’s you. You make me feel… different. Stronger.”
Janina sighed, frustration creeping into her tone. “Rahim, listen to me. This isn’t natural. I don’t know what’s in that jar, but it’s not safe. You need to stop using it. We don’t even know the side effects or how it was made. Please, just stop.”
Rahim’s eyes darkened, and he looked at her with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. He set the jar back on the nightstand but didn’t respond. Instead, he turned away slightly, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
Janina glanced at the clock and quickly realized how much time had passed. “I need to pick up my kids from college soon,” she said, her voice tinged with urgency. She started to sit up, pulling the bedsheet around her body in an attempt to cover herself.
But Rahim didn’t move. His gaze lingered on her, raking over her from head to toe with an unreadable expression. Slowly, almost deliberately, he got out of bed and walked over to the nightstand. Janina watched in confusion as he picked up the jar again, unscrewing the lid with a soft click.
The moment he opened it, a pungent, earthy smell filled the air, sharp and intoxicating. Janina’s eyes widened as she saw him dip two fingers into the jar, scooping out a small amount of the oily substance. Without hesitation, he began rubbing it onto his limp cock, starting from the base and working his way to the tip.
“Rahim, what are you doing?” Janina asked, her voice trembling. “I told you to stop using that!”
He ignored her, his eyes fixed on his own hand as he stroked himself vigorously. To Janina’s horror, she watched as his cock began to swell and harden, veins popping out along its length as it grew thicker and more imposing than she had ever seen it.
It looked almost otherworldly, glistening with the oil, pulsating with a life of its own.
Rahim let out a low groan, his breathing becoming ragged as he continued to stroke himself. “You see this?” he said, his voice rough and guttural. “This is what you do to me, Janina. This is all because of you.”
Janina shook her head in disbelief, pulling the bedsheet tighter around her body. “No, Rahim, it’s not me. It’s that damn oil! Please, just stop! I’m sore. I can’t do this right now.”
But Rahim was beyond reasoning. His eyes were bloodshot, his face flushed with lust as he moved toward her. He grabbed the edge of the bedsheet and yanked it away, exposing her naked body once again. Janina let out a small cry of protest, but he was already on her, his hands gripping her breasts roughly.
“Rahim, stop! You’re hurting me!” she pleaded, her voice breaking. But he didn’t listen. His mouth descended on her nipple, sucking and biting with a ferocity that made her gasp in pain and pleasure. The sound of his lips and tongue against her sensitive flesh was wet and obscene, echoing in the quiet room.
“Your tits are perfect,” he growled between sucks, his hands kneading her breasts roughly. “So fucking perfect. I can’t get enough of them.”
Janina squirmed beneath him, torn between the raw sensations coursing through her body and the growing fear of what he might do next. “Rahim, please… I need to go. My kids...”
He cut her off with a harsh kiss, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth as if to silence her. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were wild with desire. “They can wait,” he muttered, his voice dark and determined. “This can’t.”
Before she could protest further, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bathroom. He set her down in front of the sink, her full breasts pressing against the cool porcelain of the countertop. Janina caught a glimpse of their reflection in the mirror, her flushed face, her wide eyes filled with panic, and Rahim standing behind her, his massive erection slick with oil.
“Rahim, no!” she screamed as she felt him position himself at her anal entrance. “Not there! Please, not there! It’ll hurt!”
But Rahim was undeterred. One hand gripped her hip tightly while the other reached around to squeeze her breast roughly. “Relax,” he commanded, his voice rough with lust. “You’re going to love this. Just let me in.”
Janina felt tears welling up in her eyes as she braced herself against the sink. “You don’t understand. I’ve never done this before! It’s going to hurt!”
Rahim chuckled darkly, leaning closer to whisper in her ear. “That’s what makes it even better.” With that, he pushed forward slowly but firmly, his thick cock stretching her tight hole inch by excruciating inch.
Janina let out a strangled cry, her nails digging into the edge of the sink as pain radiated through her body. “It’s too much!” she sobbed, tears streaming down her face. “Please, Rahim, stop!”
But Rahim didn’t stop. His breathing became harsh and uneven as he began to thrust into her with a slow but relentless rhythm. “God, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his hands tightening on her hips. “Tightest hole I’ve ever been in.”
Janina whimpered, her body trembling with both pain and an unfamiliar sensation that she couldn’t quite place. Her husband had always wanted to try anal sex with her, but she had always refused. It felt too dirty, too painful. And now here she was, bent over a bathroom sink, being taken in a way she had never imagined.
Rahim’s movements became more forceful, each thrust sending shockwaves through her body. The sound of their skin slapping together echoed in the small bathroom, mingling with Janina’s choked sobs and Rahim’s guttural groans.
“You feel fucking amazing,” he growled, his voice thick with arousal. “I could do this all day.”
Janina closed her eyes, trying to block out the overwhelming sensations and focus on something,anything else. But it was impossible. The pain was still there, but it was now mixed with a strange kind of pleasure that she couldn’t ignore.
Rahim’s hands wandered up her body to grip her breasts again, squeezing them roughly as he continued to pound into her. “You’re mine,” he whispered fiercely into her ear. “All mine.”
Janina could only whimper in response, her body betraying her as she felt herself getting wetter despite the pain and humiliation.
Finally, with a loud roar, Rahim thrust into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he came inside her asshole in thick, pulsing waves. Janina collapsed against the sink, her body completely spent as she felt the warmth of his release filling her.
Janina’s breath was still uneven, her body throbbing with the aftermath of Rahim’s relentless passion. Her eyes wandered to the small jar on the nightstand, its contents glinting ominously in the dim light. She hesitated for a moment before pointing to it, her voice soft but curious.
“What’s that? Is that why you were able to go... five times? I’ve never been with anyone who could do more than three in a single night, let alone five.”
Rahim’s gaze followed hers to the jar, and for a moment, he looked almost sheepish. He reached for it, turning it over in his hands as if contemplating his answer. “I found this in my wife’s drawer,” he admitted reluctantly. “There was a note stuck to it...‘manhood enhancer, apply before action.’ I thought it was some kind of gift she bought for me, something she planned to give me later. I didn’t think much of it until…” He trailed off, his voice low, almost defensive.
Janina’s brows furrowed. “So you think it’s from Lina? But why would she have something like this?” She paused, her mind racing. “Rahim, this isn’t about you or her...it’s this stuff. It’s what’s making you go so many rounds.”
Rahim shook his head stubbornly, his jaw tightening. “No, that’s not it. I only used it for the first time today, with you. It’s not the oil...it’s you. You make me feel… different. Stronger.”
Janina sighed, frustration creeping into her tone. “Rahim, listen to me. This isn’t natural. I don’t know what’s in that jar, but it’s not safe. You need to stop using it. We don’t even know the side effects or how it was made. Please, just stop.”
Rahim’s eyes darkened, and he looked at her with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. He set the jar back on the nightstand but didn’t respond. Instead, he turned away slightly, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.
Janina glanced at the clock and quickly realized how much time had passed. “I need to pick up my kids from college soon,” she said, her voice tinged with urgency. She started to sit up, pulling the bedsheet around her body in an attempt to cover herself.
But Rahim didn’t move. His gaze lingered on her, raking over her from head to toe with an unreadable expression. Slowly, almost deliberately, he got out of bed and walked over to the nightstand. Janina watched in confusion as he picked up the jar again, unscrewing the lid with a soft click.
The moment he opened it, a pungent, earthy smell filled the air, sharp and intoxicating. Janina’s eyes widened as she saw him dip two fingers into the jar, scooping out a small amount of the oily substance. Without hesitation, he began rubbing it onto his limp cock, starting from the base and working his way to the tip.
“Rahim, what are you doing?” Janina asked, her voice trembling. “I told you to stop using that!”
He ignored her, his eyes fixed on his own hand as he stroked himself vigorously. To Janina’s horror, she watched as his cock began to swell and harden, veins popping out along its length as it grew thicker and more imposing than she had ever seen it.
It looked almost otherworldly, glistening with the oil, pulsating with a life of its own.
Rahim let out a low groan, his breathing becoming ragged as he continued to stroke himself. “You see this?” he said, his voice rough and guttural. “This is what you do to me, Janina. This is all because of you.”
Janina shook her head in disbelief, pulling the bedsheet tighter around her body. “No, Rahim, it’s not me. It’s that damn oil! Please, just stop! I’m sore. I can’t do this right now.”
But Rahim was beyond reasoning. His eyes were bloodshot, his face flushed with lust as he moved toward her. He grabbed the edge of the bedsheet and yanked it away, exposing her naked body once again. Janina let out a small cry of protest, but he was already on her, his hands gripping her breasts roughly.
“Rahim, stop! You’re hurting me!” she pleaded, her voice breaking. But he didn’t listen. His mouth descended on her nipple, sucking and biting with a ferocity that made her gasp in pain and pleasure. The sound of his lips and tongue against her sensitive flesh was wet and obscene, echoing in the quiet room.
“Your tits are perfect,” he growled between sucks, his hands kneading her breasts roughly. “So fucking perfect. I can’t get enough of them.”
Janina squirmed beneath him, torn between the raw sensations coursing through her body and the growing fear of what he might do next. “Rahim, please… I need to go. My kids...”
He cut her off with a harsh kiss, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth as if to silence her. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were wild with desire. “They can wait,” he muttered, his voice dark and determined. “This can’t.”
Before she could protest further, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bathroom. He set her down in front of the sink, her full breasts pressing against the cool porcelain of the countertop. Janina caught a glimpse of their reflection in the mirror, her flushed face, her wide eyes filled with panic, and Rahim standing behind her, his massive erection slick with oil.
“Rahim, no!” she screamed as she felt him position himself at her anal entrance. “Not there! Please, not there! It’ll hurt!”
But Rahim was undeterred. One hand gripped her hip tightly while the other reached around to squeeze her breast roughly. “Relax,” he commanded, his voice rough with lust. “You’re going to love this. Just let me in.”
Janina felt tears welling up in her eyes as she braced herself against the sink. “You don’t understand. I’ve never done this before! It’s going to hurt!”
Rahim chuckled darkly, leaning closer to whisper in her ear. “That’s what makes it even better.” With that, he pushed forward slowly but firmly, his thick cock stretching her tight hole inch by excruciating inch.
Janina let out a strangled cry, her nails digging into the edge of the sink as pain radiated through her body. “It’s too much!” she sobbed, tears streaming down her face. “Please, Rahim, stop!”
But Rahim didn’t stop. His breathing became harsh and uneven as he began to thrust into her with a slow but relentless rhythm. “God, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his hands tightening on her hips. “Tightest hole I’ve ever been in.”
Janina whimpered, her body trembling with both pain and an unfamiliar sensation that she couldn’t quite place. Her husband had always wanted to try anal sex with her, but she had always refused. It felt too dirty, too painful. And now here she was, bent over a bathroom sink, being taken in a way she had never imagined.
Rahim’s movements became more forceful, each thrust sending shockwaves through her body. The sound of their skin slapping together echoed in the small bathroom, mingling with Janina’s choked sobs and Rahim’s guttural groans.
“You feel fucking amazing,” he growled, his voice thick with arousal. “I could do this all day.”
Janina closed her eyes, trying to block out the overwhelming sensations and focus on something,anything else. But it was impossible. The pain was still there, but it was now mixed with a strange kind of pleasure that she couldn’t ignore.
Rahim’s hands wandered up her body to grip her breasts again, squeezing them roughly as he continued to pound into her. “You’re mine,” he whispered fiercely into her ear. “All mine.”
Janina could only whimper in response, her body betraying her as she felt herself getting wetter despite the pain and humiliation.
Finally, with a loud roar, Rahim thrust into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he came inside her asshole in thick, pulsing waves. Janina collapsed against the sink, her body completely spent as she felt the warmth of his release filling her.
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