Succulent Sentences

by Summon Human Nectar

_________

Thabiso grew up in an era where MTV had been replaced by TikTok reels and missed out on content that shaped millennials. Those Teen Mom reruns that randomly showed up on scheduled television were good deterrents. Sure, the show was exploitative as hell, turning teenage pregnancy into entertainment, but it also served as the world’s most effective birth control advertisement. Do you want to be a cautionary tale like Stacy? Fuck no. Maybe if TikTok had a “Consequences of Raw Dogging” series, fewer nineteen-year-olds would end up like Thabiso. It probably exists, but I am sure that it never got recommended to her feed.

Thabiso bounced her crying son on her hip while scrolling through Instagram stories with her free hand. Her feed was flooded by her peers posting university acceptance letters, gap year adventures in South Africa, parties she’d never be invited to, and the social media FOMO demons drawing out her deep-seated envy. Most of her friends went MIA when her tummy tuck went full Homer Simpson. Despite it all, her body was now making a speedy recovery, returning to its former glory. She was in her room, sharing it with her half sister, who was deep into her studies. The baby began to cry as babies do, and the annoying shrills began to distract her.

“Thabiso, can you keep Kyle quiet? I’m trying to study for my A-levels,” her younger sister,

Salome, spoke, with a resting bitch face masking he frame

“Maybe offer to help instead of complaining,” she shot back, but her voice lacked real fire. The 2am-3am baby cries that her aunties had forewarned her about had taken their toll on her. Her little miracle was making her softer and more worn out.

Thabiso and her elective group of half-siblings stayed at their grandmother’s house. Her home was supposed to be a sanctuary. It was a lavish estate. Gogo had money, and even when things went to shit with the economy, renting out her cottage more than made up for all the bills that covered taking care of her 5 grand-kids and the baby Kyle. Each one of them had either 1 or 2 deceased parents or a guardian who couldn’t offer a better quality of life. Regardless,the old woman was strict in ways that belonged to a different era, and her energy for managing a house full of teenagers and now a baby was wearing thin on Thabiso.

Thabiso had always been the rebellious one. While her half-siblings navigated Gogo’s rules with careful obedience, she’d pushed every boundary she could find. The forbidden fruit had always been more attractive to her. The more restrictions she gave her, the more succulent debauchery seemed to her. She would regularly sneak out to parties, have late nights, and offer to do annoying house chores if her siblings covered for her. Entertaining the advances of older men and realizing she could fuck her friend’s dads was both a source of disgust and power for her.

These fathers, so-called serious adults, could easily play to her tune if she acted on it. The thrill of doing exactly what she wasn’t supposed to do became addictive, and the opportunity costs of hedonism were worth living over entertaining a mundane existence. Kissing grandma’s ass was not her calling. That’s how she’d ended up with Tapiwa.

He was twenty-five to her seventeen when they’d first gotten together; he’d been everything her grandmother had warned her about. Smooth-talking, financially unstable, living with his parents, treating responsibility like a suggestion rather than a requirement. But God, the sex had been incredible. He was also handsome and carried the metro sexual aura about him. Her young mind was too distracted to realise that the funds he spent on her were from his parents. When the eventual enabling ended, she got to see a version of him that left much to be desired.

When she was 18, they’d been reckless. She’d been reckless. During a passionate moment, she locked him into position with her, making it impossible for him to pull out that one time. When she’d felt his warmth flooding in and heard his guttural moans, she’d been too lost in the moment to care about tomorrow. She wanted to be pregnant. Perhaps it was her biological urge to replicate parts of her DNA, but Thabiso never really thought things through. If it felt good in the moment, she would dive in headfirst, consequences be damned. Alas, the pregnancy test would be a wake-up call she wasn’t ready for.

Suddenly, everyone who’d tried to steer her away from Tapiwa had been proven right. Her friends had started treating her differently: Some with pity, others with judgment, and in some rare cases, suggesting she get an abortion or give away the child for adoption. She got to experience MTV’s Teen Mom in real time and the uncomfortable distance that comes when someone your age makes a choice that fundamentally alters their life trajectory.

Her grandma’s plan had been for her to acquire a nurse aid qualification, move to the UK, and stay with her daughter-in-law as she did nursing. She would shoulder the burden of raising her child and hire a caregiver. The diasporan money she would make in the UK could be sent back to help her kid. Her uncle’s wife was supposed to help her get established, and she would have a 2nd chance elsewhere. It wasn’t going to be glamorous: wiping down elderly patients and dealing with bedpans, but it was better than staying in Zimbabwe’s struggling economy.

Unfortunately for her, her uncle had chosen the perfect time to divorce his wife, cutting off Thabiso’s connection to her imagined future.

Tapiwa hadn’t stepped up the way she’d hoped. The man who could make her body sing was completely useless at adulting. He’d show up sporadically, play with the baby for an hour, then disappear for days. Also, when she was pregnant, he was distant and blamed her for their situation. If she hadn’t stopped him from pulling out, they would have been still fucking around, worrying about inane bullshit. But Tapiwa knew the truth. He was bigger than her, and if he had wanted, he could have overpowered her. The truth is, he knew better, but cumming inside her sweet loins was hard to resist. Now that the fun was over, his parents treated her like an inconvenience, and he seemed more interested in maintaining his bachelor lifestyle than acknowledging he was now a father.

Her body had changed, too. The stretch marks mapped her stomach. Her breasts were no longer perky; they dangled, and she would often use self-deprecating humour to describe them as udders for baby Kyle to suckle her youth into obscurity. The before and after photos hit differently now, and she really wanted to return to what she once was. Despite all her insecurities, she still got messages from guys sliding into her DMs. Men could never cease to amaze her; some had pregnancy fetishes who’d wanted to hook up while she was showing.

She’d even acted on it once. Tapiwa’s best friend, when her baby daddy was distant and made her feel invisible and unwanted, took her to town. The way he handled her with care, even stating he read up on positions that are safe for pregnant women, at first, made her grimace, but his cock put a smile on her face. His warmth, the way he caressed her nipples, and kissed her like she only existed, made her feel less shitty about her situation. After the sex, he would rub her tummy, smile at her, and tell her she was gonna have a beautiful baby. This was all ear candy, sweet, and sure to give her mental diabetes, but sooner or later, he went MIA. Apparently, he grew a conscience and felt like he was a shitty friend. They ceased contact, and till this day, her baby daddy has no idea his best friend would fill her up in both ends. She felt no remorse or regret. That was what she needed at the time, and fuck him, if he wasn’t avoiding her, she wouldn’t have looked elsewhere.

As she practiced motherhood, the worst part was watching her friends move on without her. They were applying to universities, planning gap years, living the life she should have been living. Meanwhile, she was calculating baby formula costs, stockpiling Huggies and Pampers. Her siblings had to adjust and learn the concept of baby proofing. Her brothers were pretty slow on understanding that concept. Salome, though annoying when it came to nighttime studies, really came through. She would play with Kyle and give Thabiso some reprieve. It surely took a village to raise a child.

Before Tapiwa had become her main guy, there had been Ricky, her neighbor. He was five years older and lived close by. She would catch him outside, cooling down from his session at the neighborhood gym. She even kept track of his physical metamorphosis and was amazed that his consistency actually led to something tangible. They would bump into each other here and there, and she did notice that when she once rocked up in form-fitting clothes, he was quite distracted. She liked how he noticed her, but unlike other guys, he didn’t act on it. Maybe he couldn’t come up with the pickup line, or maybe he wasn’t interested. She wanted him to, but then figured if he was interested, he would do something about it. But he never did. She was quite disappointed that he didn’t notice her hints, but she wasn’t really deprived of choice. At 16 and 17, when she would bump into him, she already had plenty of orbitors, so if Ricky wasn’t trying to fish in her pool, she had other fisher men she could easily attract. Ricky became a fad, someone tall and handsome she would bump into in the hood, but basically a nice piece of set dressing in her life. She was the main character he was just an NPC.

Several months passed, and one day Ricky had bought groceries from their local kiosk and bumped into her, pushing baby Kyle in a pram. They exchanged a few words, and then he asked whose baby that was. She then told him it’s her kid. He assumed she was joking, but she delivered him the tldr. He was surprised but then acted nonchalant, as if her sudden status as a teen mom was just a footnote to their conversation. This took her by surprise. Maybe he was being polite, but many people would talk to her like she had completely fucked her future and subtly hint it in a way she knew would be used as a cautionary tale so that their daughters wouldn’t end up like her. Ricky, on the other hand, just didn’t give a fuck. No moral superiority, no you ruined your future lines. Sure, he did ask her what her plan was, but he sounded indifferent and non-judgmental. This was reassuring, and also an excuse for her to feel like she found someone she could bitch to. And bitching she did. Every time they met, she opened up and complained about her family and her baby daddy not rising to the occasion.

At one point, she thought it would be best for her to marry her baby daddy to strengthen their fledgling bond and become a housewife, but Ricky thought it would be a waste for a 19-year-old to do something that retarded. She then talked about wanting to go back to school, and he’d encouraged her. Ricky, for the most part thought she lacked direction and was probably someone who liked chaos. Despite that, he didn’t mind chatting with her and hearing about her rebellious escapades. Her banter would even get sexual, and he would keep up.

She’d always wondered why they’d never hooked up. He was attractive, obviously, but there was something else: a steadiness, a maturity that the other guys her age lacked, and he didn’t enable her misguided foolishness. Her grandama was probably giving the same advice he was giving, but it sounded better when he did it versus the old hag. Now, with a baby on her hip and stretch marks on her stomach, she wondered if she’d missed her chance. Would someone like Ricky even look at her twice now that she came with baggage? The regret ate at her sometimes. Why had she wasted herself on Tapiwa when someone like Ricky lived close by and had been right there?

It was a Tuesday afternoon when everything shifted. Thabiso was pushing the pram down the street, heading to the local shops for formula and diapers, when she spotted Ricky walking in the same direction with grocery bags.

“Mind if I join you?” she called out, catching up to him.

“Course not. How’s the little man doing?” He nodded toward her son with genuine interest, not the forced politeness most people offered.

They fell into step together, and Thabiso found herself doing another venting session with him. Her lazy siblings, who couldn’t be bothered to help with anything, Gogo’s obvious favoritism toward her brothers, and Tapiwa’s incompetence made her pussy parched and bereft of stimulation.

“You know what I really need right now?” she said, lowering her voice. “To get some weed from that guy by the corner shop. Just to take the edge off.”

Ricky raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised, but his response was just, “Whatever helps, I guess.”

The conversation drifted into more personal territory as they headed toward her weed dealer. They talked about unpleasant and pleasant sexual encounters, about relationships, about the ways people disappointed you. The kind of vulgar, honest conversation she couldn’t have with her family or her few remaining friends. With the subject matter becoming more risque, she decided to sow a seed.

“You know,” she said, a bit hesitant, “I used to have such a crush on you.” Ricky stopped walking. “Really? Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“I am pretty sure I sent some signals, but you ignored them,” she gestured to the pram, to herself, “Now I am an M1. I am sure now if I did send signals, you’d ignore them.”

“Says who?” His voice was gentle but firm. “You’re still the same person I thought was worth talking to before. A baby doesn’t change that.”

They talked more as they walked, and Thabiso found herself opening up about her loneliness. How isolated she felt from people her age, how trapped she felt in her circumstances, how much she missed having someone who really listened to her.

“You know,” Ricky said as they reached her gate, “if you ever want to hang out and leave your depressing home. Just two people being real with each other. You can visit me. I am usually home alone on Sunday mornings.”

“I’d like that,” she said, feeling something flutter in her chest. Something began brewing in the background, desire all mixed together. “Let me suck up to my sister and see if she can babysit Kyle. I’ll text you.”

“Sure,” he said as he walked. His silhouette and broad shoulders looked like something she could hang her life on.

Getting away from the baby wasn’t easy. Thabiso had to wait for the right opportunity, when her sister was in a good mood and Gogo was distracted with her own activities. She crafted a careful lie about “going out with friends” and spent an unusual amount of time picking out clothes, doing her hair, and landscaping. Whether or not being alone with him would lead to her being pinned against a wall, begging for his mercy and hoping it wouldn’t come, at least the effort made trimming her hedges would count as good hygiene practices. For the first time in months, she felt like she was preparing for something that was just for her.

The next morning, Thabiso knocked on Ricky’s gate. The gate opened, and she saw him: tall, muscular, with a pleasant voice that went against the gym bro stereotype and eyes that would keep you in a trance. She was hoping this would be worth it, for her sister had made her promise to cover her chores for a week. She was a fucken mother with a soon-to-be 1-year-old, have mercy, she wished. Regardless, she anticipated that the extra chores were worth being with Ricky.

“You look amazing. You don’t have to dress fancy for my house, I will feel like I’m underdressed for the occasion,” he said, simply as he let her in, and the way he said it made her believe it might be true.

His place was neat, lived-in, but organized. Adult furniture, actual decorations on the walls, the kind of space that felt like someone had their life together. He cohabited with his sister and was coasting for now till he eventually moved out. It was so different from the chaos of her baby daddy’s bedroom. A man child who needed mommy to clean after him.

They settled on his couch with beers, talking and laughing, and he offered her a meal he had cooked. Thabiso was skeptical at first and thought she would have to pretend to like this man’s cooking to go along to get along. But to her surprise, the meal was exquisite. She noted that they aren’t alot of guys she knows who can cook well. He then humouredly lamented that due to his sister always coming late and him having to cook since he arrives earlier, his big sister threatened to kick him out if he ever cooked a shitty dish. That dread drove him to excellence, and now he has a place to stay. Ricky played some RnB for some ambience in the background and chose to watch some low-brow entertainment like F-Boy Island. He assumed the juvenile behavior of these people on reality TV would appeal to her. It did, predictably so, and they had some commentary over the contestants.

As they watched, their hands and limbs would slowly test the intimacy barrier. Ricky slowly moved his hand from her side to her thigh. She brushed her foot against his and then put her legs over his lap. None of them declined the gradual escalation; the conversation flowed easily, every shared glance building the anticipation between them. It was the calm before the storm, and Thabiso wanted her loins to pour.

“I feel like I can actually breathe around you,” she admitted. “Everyone else either treats me like I’m a loser or like I’m a bad mother.l”

“You’re neither,” he said, drawing closer to her face. “You’re just... you. And I like you.”

When he kissed her, it felt different from anything she’d experienced with Tapiwa or anyone else. He was patient and attentive. He made each kiss linger for just the right amount, like he had all the time in the world just for her. His hands were gentle as they traced her face, her shoulders, and she found herself relaxing in ways she hadn’t in months. He wasn’t in a rush to ravish her like the lecherous men in her past, and she could feel his heart racing. He was just as nervous and excited as she was. She began to crease through his body, the statueque physique more tangible when she actually felt the hard work he powered into the gym. As his fingers began to descend lower, groping her supple breasts and then crossing into her loins, the insecurity hit her. She pulled back, suddenly aware of her post-baby body, her stretch marks, all the ways she felt less than what she used to be.

“You can do better than me,” she whispered.

“Tiger stripes are beautiful,” he said as his fingers navigated her conception marks. “Shows you’ve lived, you’ve grown. Nothing wrong with that.”

The couple continues to kiss, Ricky’s hands navigating her body until reaching her loins. Her pussy was moist, but he knew he could make it rain. His forefinger and middle finger took a plunge, and she felt them. His hands were warm, and his technique was divine. She could feel his thumb gently rub her clit as he double-timed her with his other 2 fingers. The erogenous feeling made her breathe involuntarily. He kept at it, and she began to bite her lip, contorting and moving as if her body had a separate identity of its own. As Ricky continued, his friendly smile, piercing eyes, and solid frame entranced her. All of this was for her, and she was about to feast voraciously.

Ricky’s hand was drenched. His finger magic had worked its wonders. He took out his hand and licked it.

“How do I taste?” she asks. “Like fine wine,” he responds.

Thabiso chuckles at the remark, and Ricky shifts her body, almost like she is a rag doll. Thabiso quickly realises the difference in strength and how Ricky man handles her easily, stretching her legs wide and then pulling her pants and underwear at the same time. She was soaked. Like a good sub, she knew what was coming next and that he was going to devour her.

His tongue marinated her loins, lathering them with more juices. His tongue made one with her clit, kneading it, caressing it, making her body twitch. His head was warm, and she could feel the muscles twitching from his jaw on her thighs as well as the log-like arms that held her legs in place. She moaned uncontrollably, tipping and turning as his tongue played her like an instrument. She began to grab her tits, self-groping and no longer withholding her excitement.

Every twirl on her nib motioned her existence to unparalleled pleasures, making her a slave to her senses.

Once he was done, she felt a great urge to return the favour. She disrobed his boxers and set free his coiled beast. A phallic girthy member that she didn’t anticipate him having.

“You’re gonna kill me with that,” she said, cheekily.

“It’s only been used for pleasure. I promise no pain will come from it,” he smirked.

Thabiso held the hard and pulsing meat, feeling it twitch and grow in her hand. She then swallowed it whole and watched Ricky’s body adjust. He was now at her mercy. Every tug on his shaft, every nimble on his porcelain balls drove Ricky crazy. He also tasted better than Tapiwa. Tapiwa had become complacent, and her helpless romantic self tolerated his low effort. His salty musky cock, which sometimes tasted better when he remembered that bathing wasn’t a suggestion, could not hold a candle to Ricky’s. The saltiness was muted, tasting more like warm skin. With every suction, it grew larger. She was definitely wondering if she could really fit him.

Once he was all ripe and expanded. She wanted him inside her. Ricky quickly searched through his shirt’s pockets and took out a Durex condom wrapper, but Thabiso didn’t seem excited by that proposition.

“I don’t like condoms. I want it raw like how god intended,” she said, grabbing his condom wrapper and putting it to the side.

“You’re crazy, you want us to do it raw?”

“Well, duh, should I be worried about something you might have?” she teased.

“No, no, no, I am perfectly clean and healthy, but I am not really a fan of just raw dogging,” he said, seeming a bit anxious.

“Dude, you can just pull out, fuck put it in me,” she said, manically “I tend to precum a lot, it’s kinda something I wish I was better at.”

“I have a fucken IUD. My grandma suggested I get one since she was worried I would be popping more babies. So don’t worry.”

“You sure?”

“Yes! Now fuck me before I lose interest.”

Ricky then pressed her down and opened her legs wide. He went in, splitting her open, but in the way her body begged for. He parted her like Moses, and his cock had safe passage into her red sea. She gasped and kissed him. The warm embrace held her together as he stroked

slowly. She could feel her insides slowly moisten. The sprinklers were now on. He began thrusting like a jackhammer. Thabiso’s hands coursed through his back. His muscles, the sweat, all made her realise he was a fine specimen of a man. They would kiss and make eye contact as he increased the intensity. His subdued moans as her pussy clenched his cock made her feel euphoric. She was hoping he would last. He kitty has a way of defeating most guys who talk a big game, but she was rooting for him.

“Can we change positions?” she asked. “Yeah.”

Thabiso got up, pussy drenched and all, and pushed Ricky down. She was now on top. Once he slipped in, she began to gyrate on him. The motion and the gravity had her tits swirling around. She bounced on his cock as he held onto his hands. He grinned so wide it looked like laughter was spilling out.

“You’re smiling a lot,” she teased him. “I like the view from down here.”

She kept gyrating and riding his cock, sometimes it slipped out, and she had to put it back in, but suddenly he said, “Just come closer.” He pushed her down to where their faces met. He hard embraced her and began to thrust into her like a jackhammer. Holy shit! She felt him plunge deeper and faster. It was endless, as if pleasure itself refused to be bound by time. The sensory overload of her loins coursed to the rest of her body. Like Ozymandias, he had become pleasure, the destroyer of all loins. The brain fog was now kicking in. The dopamine was too much, the angle of his thrusts, the way he held her like a restrained criminal, it was orgasmic.

There was no escape. Her body stopped obeying her; it convulsed on its own, consumed by bliss she couldn’t contain. The orgasm was soon on the horizon. She didn’t want it to be interrupted.

“Don’t stop!!!” She screamed, begging for him to rush her to the finish line.

Ricky knew his technique was a sure hit, but he had to edge for it was a method that would burst his dam . Her sweet loins, the nectar of pleasure, were about to break him. He had to press on lest he disappoint her. Eventually, he began to lose himself to the mad hysteria of pleasure.

In a matter of moments, she involuntarily clawed into him. Ricky wasn’t unfamiliar with the violent, animalistic descent women exhibited when consumed by eroticism. It was now at least a true sign that he had satiated her. Her hips danced of their own accord, little staccato tremors around his crotch as he kept at it. Once he knew for sure she was truly wrecked. He let himself go.

The mutually timed orgasm wasn’t something Thabiso was used to, but she relished it. “I am cumming.” He said, grunting.

“Come for me!” she screamed back.

His strokes were now getting slower; momentum abandoned him, his body softening into hers with a final, helpless groan. He released it all, and the warmth invading her body felt good. He panted and then stopped. Each drop poured eagerly, willing to find salvation in her. His now limp cock slid out, and loads of cum drooped out of her. She inadvertently queefed, her body trying to breathe through his essence, and then she toppled to the side. She touched her loins. It was plastered with his cum, and she noticed that some of it fell just below his crotch.

“We made quite the mess. Are you sure you didn’t wanna get me pregnant? Become baby daddy number 2?” she teased.

“I won’t lie, in the moment I wanted to give you triplets.”

They both chuckled at how absurd their banter sounded. Ricky then rushed to a bunch of drawers and took out some baby wipes. He wiped off his cum and then took out more sheets. Thabiso asked for some, but he insisted he would clean her. This felt strange to her, but out of curiosity, she obliged him. He took the wipes and scrubbed gently, removing any traces of his gelatinous essence. As soon as he was done, she quickly went to the bathroom and then came back shortly. They lay tangled in the sheets, skin on skin, their bodies still radiating the heat from the breeding ritual they had just weathered together. His hand traced a lazy spiral around her back, and hers wandered his chest as if trying to map out his contours.

She laughed softly, almost nervously, before confessing, “Sometimes I wonder if something’s wrong with me. I am 19. Girls my age are talking about university, not wondering if Huggies is on discount or on black friday. I don’t have O’levels, and chicken-inn won’t even hire me. Do I really deserve to be happy?”

He tilted her chin up, brushing her lips with his reassurance.

“You’re deserving of love, pleasure, and a guy breaking your back,” he said, his voice low and certain, “You’re just young. You’ve still got plenty of time to fuck up more or even figure it out. Either way, your story isn’t over. So it’s not over.”

Her chest loosened up at his words, and she kissed him as if compelled by instinct and then pecked him on the mouth. The longing deepened as their hands clasped. As the bonding

happened, she noticed something awakening, hardening again against her thigh, and smirked.

“Seriously? You’re hard again? I thought I drained you dry.”

He grinned, nipping at her ear. “Stamina, sweetheart. I am always ready for more.”

Thabiso lecherously bit her lip, excited for round 2, and braced herself for another pounding from her new flame, Ricky

To be continued...