Episode 2. The Untold

"Please! Stay!" Zandile grabbed him swiftly, pulling him by the elbow, before her lips ambushed his wish a succulent kiss, a moist one of Zandile. One which left Anathii's tongue caught between his teeth. 

Flouting was her nickname after all. The agression of a tongue which last, lustfully tango'd with a male's 4 years back - at least according to what her deceitful butler had said to him. Either way he couldn't blame her though, her kisses were good and soaked in red wine. He just closed his eyes and indulgingly returned her lip bites and cheek licking. His body subtly rubbing against her delicate skin left his heartbeat flustered, making him poke and trap her sensitive nipples between his mid and index finger. Such a frivolous move made her release a sigh, before she cut his lips off and stole a breath. 

"My bad, I have a thing for nips," he pulled the corners of his lips and gritted his teeth, he could feel the stickiness of her lipstick smudged upon his lips. 

"No one has ever bothered, so did you bring it?" There was a passionate heat in her eyes, which certainly burnt all the all the worry at the back of his head, intoxicating his mind with fumes of lust.

Anele was just about to answer when a series of footsteps passed by and forced them to hide in a cave of silent, for the up and down sounds of the washing machine couldn't be completely reliable. For a moment he thought he would carry her and take her into the closet before comfortably hiding behind the closet's door.

Seems like someone was walking past the passageway and would soon intrude,

but the naughty grin on Zandile's face eased more of his worry, her bright smile cleansing his fearful thoughts. Until - her long nails ran down the shirt on his back, down and around his waist before landing on his bulge. Just before she she unzipped his pants and left his pants plunging to his feet, narrowing his bulge as his penis shot up after briefly exploring the immidiate perimeters of his checkered boxer shorts 

"Before I for-" He interrupted her statement by sticking his tongue between her lips, for her mouth was sweet, even the sight of her was sinfully divine. His thighs nestled between hers, which were pressed on the surface of the washing machine to amplify their thickness and width.

 Her now aroused nipples sticking firms against his chest as her warm palms began stroking his cock. He returned the favor by sending his fingers into the forest that sat between her legs. A forest that boldly sat between her tenuously flat, womanly belly. 

"Aah-Aaah!," the moan which escaped her mouth and bounced on his lip as soon as pressed his index and pinky fingers against the bottom of her cushy, filled ass and drove his two middle fingers into her vulva, his blind thumb still trying to get ahold of her clitorus. Her thighs now rubbing against his ribs, whilst his other hand remained on her tummy, enduring the shunts and shifts oh her lungs as she pushed out her moans every time he pressed his fingers into her.

"Eat me!" Zandile Mandalay said opening her mouth beneath his, but the might of her demand was lost in her moans, so he ignored. Letting Panting breaths squeeze into the narrow space between them, for Anathii was not one who liked having to eat a hairy pussy, it worsened the already cursed taste. His eyes were lost in the dark palms of her pupils when her felt his ball'sack being squeezed into oblivion by the same fingers whose pink nails partly poked him.

Before she tipped her had back, alongside her short brown S-curl and pushed her small, beckoning chest forth. Making him grab and peck her nipples softly as she pressed and pushed his Volvo into the paradise within her bushy cooky jar. 

"Ah-Nathii!" she said as she drove and fingers on his jawline and faced the ceiling as if in a daze, before closing her eyes. Leaving him incharge of, and gloating in, the pleasures of her fantastic body; gleefully. She felt so amazing, but he left those words behind his lips, swinging his waist back and forth with every second that passed. Letting his heart hammer agaisnt her chest as his stamina depleted, slowly escaping through his moist breath. Banging his waist against her very smooth, bare thighs - whose stretchmarks slowly slithered towards her feminine cave - whilst his suddenly stiff ball'sack hit against her junk-filled bums, all this as her belly button danced to the rhythm imposed within him. Nerves were fluttering in her stomach. Her belly button was cute, but not as cute as her vulva which still felt warm and welcoming even at Zandile's tender age of 30.

Anele was softly moaning and sweating too. He kept going though passionately pushing his penis into her cave. Wishing time could swallow them up, or just melt away, and let them fuck forever, until his dick was banana-shaped and her pussy was glum and gnarled, and her dark brown nipples were softer or less delectable. Plus Squeezing them between his fingers and thumbs allowed him to twitch the sensible points of her soul, as gasps of pleasure marched out of her lips. 

Moist heat formed between her inner thighs and his, her lifted knees bringing her meaty calves to his ribs as her cave kept spasming around his sexual sword, locking it in oils of pleasure. Enough to spark an orgasm. Not hers but his. So to support the weight of his emotional downfall, he began rubbing her clit with his thumb whist he pushed his penis through her tight channel in order stroke the wall of her G-spot. 

His end was near and he could already see himself morning loudly, for his penis' might had already begun falling from the peak of the moment, already burnt in the heat of the climax. Which was many secs far behind. So as she kept gasping, as the release of his semen shot throughout the body of his cock, rushing out unstoppably. He quickly interrupted her moans, before intensifying them with a bite to her ear in order to transfer his own flash of pain onto her. A desperate kiss, meant to help him clasp on to his pride, avoid terribly turning her off and possibly bare another possibility of him inflicting more nuances of pleasure into her body.

Briskly bringing his thrust to an end, he pulled out his master key, swiftly, and ended the intermittent rhythm of her squeals, as her grip left a scratch on his shoulders before her eyes slammed open, her irises still gyrating to the the impact of his sexual endeavors. 

"Holy Ghost!" he said as his eyes picked sight of the shining cock, which had been hastily sheathed into a rubber, by Zandile himself. Yet the rubber on that 8,2 inch pole of his was torn apart, and barely hanging, which could only mean one thing...

 But before he could even sway her attention away from that slimy situation with gentle words and genial, genital caresses. 

"Bam! Get off me Anathii!" Her sudden kick caught him off-guard and drove him, and his shadow, away from her beautiful body. The silver sun now more dim in caressing her and lighting her enticing body as she stepped down from the washing machine in the corner. Her body glowing healthy to the shafts of sunlight, lighting up her nipples and her soft lips, and igniting the exposure of the semen on belly button as her prada pierced the puzzling moment which left a jittered feeling in his stomach as he landed on the round rug just before the king bed covered n baby pink bed spreads, painfully. 

"So this was your plan all along, to fuck and inseminate me?" Her words left guilt spilling into his erupted heartbeat. "Stay right there! Today I'll show you what I'm made of Anathii!" Zanele exclaimed after letting out a hard, hiccupy sigh, a deviously regretful expression hanging beneath her bushy brows, before letting out a devious, unexpected laugh, much to Anathii's delightful surprise... As the her bright teeth almost blinded himm from the curvaous view of her legs and body as she walked right towards him.

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"You lie, but then what happed next," Yonella, the girl whom he referred to as his best friend, asked as she placed her hand on her busty chest as though in an attempt to compose herself. 

"YoneIla bear, you don't wanna know, rather you tell me about your day, mine just got were too complicated after that," Anathii said as he laid back into the depth and comfort of his sit, before grabbing his burger and biting a big meaty chunky without further paying attention to the tight long sleeve which left her dark nipples revealed just enough to match her black pants and b/w old skool vans.

"Mine wasn't that bad, I'll tell you that." She pressed the stroll into her can and drank from it. "Only highlight was meeting YJ Truth and BC Young earlier today." 

"For reals? I've always been a fan, but these days I've been were too busy to even pay attention to music... Though I suppose that you and your friend Terry can form a duo and even call yourselves the Mice girls since you too are always squealing." He laughed, much to the vertical gyration of her eyes - his tipsy state starting to slowly reveal itself.

Yet as she laughed, his sense of humor was soon triggered, until he licked the cola from his bottom lip and tasted the smuggered taste, of lipstip and wine, which Zandile had left to dry on the surface of his lips. Just after she'd ambushed him whist he was on the floor by doing what he'd always found to be utterly disgusting. Guilt tripped he felt but the more he thought about it the more goosebumps he felt. When she'd sort of ambushed his worn out cock with her tongue before reviving it, much to his painful expense. Until he's closed his eyes to the sight of Zanele giving him head only for him to open them again and find himself trapped in cushy, dark forest. A wet forest, whose fishy yet tasty smells and oils delved into his nose and mouth whilst its tall darks sprouts and clittyflowers rubbed against his nose. His head sciscorred in her inner thighs, bloody stretchmarks in his eyes.

"Aaargh!" He couldn't help saying it, he could still taste the hairs in his mouth, and could still hear Zandile's gurgles as she sucked the lust gooey syrums out of him. 

"Hello... Anathii, are you even listening to me?" Yonella's voice and puppy chocolate eyes catapulted daggers into his and drew him back to reality, returning him back to the warmth of their favorite dining cafe and its soft music which was playing in the background. "It there something you aren't telling me?" Shaking her head did not move the down-facing, bean-shaped afro which sat on top of her head.

"Come on, something like what?" He bluffed, as her eyes scanned the remaining innocence from her eyes. 

"Don't do that Anele, just finish up your story and tell me the truth... The lipstick all over your face has a long story to tell.

"Thing is...," he looked out to the dark evening waiting outside the window before further looking around the fairly filled cafe, " after landing on the floor, I soon got found myself entangled in a tekashi position, in a Kooda situation, before her two fathers walked into the room."

"Swish! You mean thee Mandla Mandalay? I'm sure they kicked you kicked you out like a dog, stylishly. No wonder you a mess today." Her squinted, puppy gaze trapped him in the intensity of her wide open mouth, whilst her raised eyebrows anxiously waited to catch the rest of his silly explanation.

"Like how does such a thing happen right? Next thing they are accusing her of infidelity and she's accusing them of homosexuality. Then one of her dad told her to pull herself together, reminding her that..." 

"Reminding her what? Tell me Anele, I wanna know," she murmured loudly, causing a hair-raising moment for the couple behind her. They weren't the only ones dining at the comfy cafe that drizzling evening. 

"Well, it seems that she too is getting married within a week, and it seems she's being forced into marrying one of the two grandchildren of House of Gumede fashion icon." 

"Like a coalition sorta thing? Though I didn't even know that there were even 3rd generation successors in the Gumede family. They're so secretive you know." She pulled her head back at the end of her whispher. "What a coincedence, your wedding is also in a few days." Her smiled followed without revealing her teeth

"I know right, but it might not be 'cause she doesn't wanna marry this House of Gumede bride of hers. She's skeptical about it and is even suspecting them of foul play." ANathii looked away from her, she liked looking at him in a certain way, before digging his fork right into his pasta.

"So what's she gonna do, and why did she even kiss You, or fuck you for that matter?" Yonella asked, her stroll still leaning against her lips. "But what I can say is that if I were in your shoes and Darren ever found out he'll trip I'm telling you." 

"I know he would, he is very obsessive, but didn't you say that you had something to tell me too before you invited me here?"

"All yeah I did... Don't trip though, 'cause it's about me and your ..." Yonella was now mumbling, scared to open up about her big secret, one which involved her friend, and student, which also happened to be his sister. His younger sister Aneni-Anesu, A-A for short. 

"Nelly boo, where you at and WuW?" The message which jumped to his screen, and left him massaging his throat in search of composure, fully knowing how possessive his girl liked to be at times. A small cough of cowardly composure squeezed out of his reluctant expression...

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Meanwhile, at the other side of town. In the surburban township of Mitchell's Plain, A young journalist sat not so far from the mirror, her legs folded on the centre of her bed, her fingers gently paging and fondling the newspaper which had Zanele's Wedding written all over it. The sound of her gum chew intensified by her rising curiosity, her eyes sparkling with a hunger to find the exotic tabloid that would best match the ocassion. She needed a conclusion and very fast, and the look on her face said it all. Her name was Kimm Jayde-Maxworth and had a had a tattoo of a purple flower surrounding the edge of her right shoulder. Almost as chubby as Yonella she were, just that she were a woman of colour.

"This ought to be lovely hey Zanele, only if my wedding could be as enchanting," she paused her admiration and laughed until she was met with the image of Dumisanii Gumede. She blushed just enough to drive together her bush brows and pump lips; her cheeks turning pink a little before she ran her fingers around that page.

 Dumisanii was the son and possible heir to the House of Gumede fashion house, and the way he rocked slim fit suits with with colourful patterns made him look cute and innocent whilst the "right size of big" coated his arms in a way that promised any girl protection from both harm and heartbreak. He was the Ideal man wasn't he, handsomely sparkling in his mother's shadows. As always. Whilst his tall and masculine traits perfectly fueled the rumors of him imminently marrying Zanele Mandalay - his arch competitor - seeing that their mothers where fashion rivals.

Yet, the young Kimm Jayde-Maxworth failed to realize what exactly kept her craving for his attention. He was 6foot1 in height and she was 5foot4. Dumisanii was rumored to date latin women and she wondered if her pale latin skin tone would make the cut. 

Funny thing is, as a journalist she knew some of his "behind the scenes" habits but still had the nerve to crave for him. Especially how he changed women regularly, as if his dating philosophies were strategic rather than emotional. 

Dumisanii Gumede seemed like the perfect scumbag, but that didn't stop her from wanting him. And now, it suddenly seemed like Zanele Mandalay of all people was now on the verge of marrying him. Nevertheless, the fact that he was now taken didn't stop his voice from soothing her emotional starvation, nor did it stop his cold brown eyes from freezing her heartbeat and overtaking her essence without a single thought. 

"What now?" She asked herself as her phone rang, fully knowing as to whom could have been on the other end of the line, the one man who actully had control of her life, her boss Mr Rosewell..., the selfish and rich man whose hunger for money never ceased... "Kimm you were supposed to call me remember, the wedding is this weekend... Now stop slacking and find me something I can work with, even if that means putting yourself in the line." Rosewell cut the phone and left his voice still ringing loud and clear in his brain. Leaving her dangling for a warm shower, as she rolled off her bed, put on her furry slippers and loosened her morning gown whilst whispering Dumisanii's name out loud, whilst looking in the mirror and facing her slightly chubby insecurities which some of her friends candidly preferred referring to as slim thick.

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Back at the restaurant, around 19:30 to be exact

Yonella soon placed her hand on his in the middle of the conversation, and gave him a reason to frown, at least with his eyes; causing her to laugh softly in response, until she sighed and looked rather down. Reminding him of the secret which she had wanted to tell him earlier.

"Say it Yonella," his smile faded and he looked straight into her eyes, the same way which Caith could never resist opening up to him, he now had a habit of using it in manipulating people into opening up to him, even about matter which didn't concern him. 

"Honestly I'd love you..., to know, but I'm afraid it's about your sister," Yonella gave him a reassuring smile, which abruptly revealed her sharp cheek bones, alongside a concerned nod.

"Don't know If I should say anything more than that. She knew exactly what she was on about and knew how much that information could altar their relationship, in both ways. 

"Come on darling, don't do this to me." His words came out both playfully concerned and with a touch of defeat, especially as he ran his middle and index finger along her arm, in a manner which she was now very much accustomed to, just before his eyes told him to look towards the door - where he quickly saw her boyfriend storming in. 

"Woah! Woah! Woah! Relax dude we were just having a chat" But that didn't stop him from coming for him and striking the first punch. "Stay away from my girl Anathii, she is mine," her boyfriend said and threw another fist but Anathii was too tipsy, numb and somehow too slow to conter it. He only had the wine which he had had at Zanele's place to blame, and before he knew it another kick was being served to his cage frame as he tried to get up, sending him back down, as the crowd's curious voices dived into his ears as those who had been at that mini restaurant threw their shadows around him in curiosity. 

"Babes, i was just giving him a progress report on the French lessons which you very much know that I've been giving his sister." Yonella tried to explain but her words clearly weren't enough to calm her beastly boyfriend down, whose arrogance kept being fuelled by the drama-hungry eyes around him. 

It was in that moment when Caith stood to elevate the base of their explanations, whilst adding a few more excuses to the heat, that Yonnella's boyfriend Darren walked away from Anathii, alongside his girl, towards the counter to place a celebratory order, that Anathi finally managed to find his feet. His lungs still crying to the bone-felt kick which had just been landed, whose pain was still drilling to the core, enough to make him cough out some wine. 

By the chants of those around him he could tell that the image was still very much clear in their eyes of how energetically and mercilessly Darren had landed the blows, to the young man taller than him. Their onomatopoeia's were clearly expressing sorrows and a heartfelt sorry towards him as he kept his eyes at Darren and kept on towards the exit. Although, as he kept dawdling he could still hear the voices of those around him still going on about the incident... 

"No don't... Call the cops... Somebody call an ambulance... Why would he do such...? What a hooligan..., Maybe that guy deserved it, that's what he gets for cheating." Those voices filled the atmosphere and left him in a dark hole of guilt, the images of the little droplets which he had left on the floor still playing in his mind. Just before he spat some more, looked towards Yonella and Darren who were now clearly feeding each other some french fries as though nothing much had happened a few minutes earlier. 

It was then when he sighed slightly, reached towards a nearby cup of coffee, swiftly turning to the right and throwing it towards Darren and Yonnella, as the coffee inside spilt on the by-sitters along the way... Just before he looked ahead and walked out of the door as screams sounded from the now messy people inside the restaurant, enough to make him dash across the road and carry his feet within those drizzling baby showers of that evening.

Momentarily he felt better but deep inside still felt bitter and somehow betrayed by Caith, as though she had planned this whole thing. The guilt still keeping him in the limelight even as he took out his phone to try and call Caith. But as he did so, a slique Mercedes-Benz which was silently sophisticated swerved through the night-time traffic and  appeared before him, just beside the pavement and slowly slithered to his pace...

Despite this he tried to keep his composure but this heartbeat was now below par. Until its rolling windows left his mind rising to the thought of seeing an angry Mr Mandalay inside, if not Zanele herself, or worse - her persoanal assistant. 

It was when a gun pulled up and made him conclude that Mr Mandalay had now found him, especially after what he had done with Zanele. Momentarily his heart froze and reminded him of the last time he had seen a gun, which was when his sister and mother were sprinting in fear away from the Loan Shark, Gummy Bear's, brainless goons whilst running towards the highway in fear of their precious lives. 

Never could he could never forget that memory, nor the face of that evil man Gummy Bear, who had a scar on his left cheeks, hidden within the beard. Nor could he forget how the very same taxi which they ran into by the highway almost knocked his mother over, before they rushed inside it and begged the driver to drive of as fast as she could, very very far away from Turfloop, towards the town of Bloemfontein. Such a memory always bothered to barge into his mind at every sight of any gun he would come across.