In Search of Cytherea, Squirt Queen Of The Universe

By Joseph Wang'ombe

To while away long lonely nights next to a hostile, unloving, unresponsive, and cantankerous spouse, I took refuge in spending hours, buried in raw hardcore porn on my laptop, deep in the night until dawn. The kids and spouse were already well engrossed into sweet slumber.
Thereupon, I stumbled on this tantalizing clip hacked via Wi-Fi from a certain cyber café, near my place of work. In this clip, the porn actress was a tall black beauty with a tantalizingly curvaceous body. Her male partner was a well-endowed ebony giant whose sex equipment would make many a man envious for its sheer length and girth. Perhaps, he might have used the much advertised dick enlargers.
Do these dick enlargers actually work, or could this have been another hyped marketing gimmick by the gadget’s manufacturers? Some women’s and family magazines carry articles to denounce the myth that it is only the man’s size that really matters for a couple to experience an exciting sex encounter. The writers cite experts who give advice to the contrary: it is how well a man uses his natural size no matter how puny, to evoke unlimited pleasure upon his woman.
The video progressed to scenes of exciting action showing the porn starlet getting some fantabulous humping from her super energetic guy in varied positions that only a gymnast would achieve with ease. From shifting sideways to kneeling, doggy, astride, bending over......Moments later, by twisting her body in one fluid movement, the porn actress turned to face away from the man, lowering herself slowly. She winced as if pricked by a sharp thorn when the whole length of the guy's very rigid cock slithered into the profound and crevices of her wet pussy. She then began rocking back and forth, gradually increasing tempo. Her bum, smooth like a baby's, stared straight into the face of her stag. Both of them seemed to greatly enjoy the sensuous effect of her wild motions, gyrating her butt like a run away food mixer.
In this position, the camera captured clearly, every minute detail of the actress's pussy. Soon the action had escalated to a frenzied peak. The camera zoomed to a close up shot, vividly portraying the porn starlet's very happy pussy squirting in spasms. Each spasm spurted out a liquid jet of pussy juice enough to fill a small wine glass.
This was my very first time to see a real squirt although I had read much about it magazines. It got me so excited that my perverted mind was all of a sudden obsessed with seeking a chance to view a live squirt at all costs where this time I would be the active stallion but not a silent observer.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Joseph Wang'ombe
• Release date: Apr 30, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311149022

Joseph Wang'ombe

Joseph Wang'ombe grew up as a withdrawn teenager in a sprawling middle class suburbia somewhere in the vibrant Eastlands part of Nairobi City.Common place in Eastlands, were drugs, alcohol, prostitution;all sorts of vices and excesses being committed by adults and wild teenagers alike.This crazy lifestyle is reflected in most of his writings.At the age of eleven his first poem,"The Wind So Fast" was published in Rainbow magazine.Even at school, he would engage his mates undivided attention for hours with his story telling prowess.This is his first published ebook.He was once married and has three sons who now live with their mother in Thika Town.His word of advice to anyone struggling with alcoholism;"The first drink is the worst.Be bold enough,dont touch it!"

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In Search of Cytherea

(squirt queen of the universe)

By Joseph Wang’ombe

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Copyright 2016 Joseph Wang’ombe

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Prologue

In search of Cytherea

How I met Fayeth

How Fayeth became my wife

Fuckilicious, delicious Maneika

Chronicles, sad tales of a loser

Vivid dreeams

Painting the town red

Prayer works!

Enter the fire breathing dragon

Feeling downcast and Godforsaken

Lamentations

Tit for tat

Voodoo spell

About the author

PROLOGUE

This is a true story about Kaowah. The story narrates the intriguing tale of one man’s desperate search as the head of his house, for true love, affection, compassion and respect, vital ingredients missing in his marriage of nearly twenty years. This search led him to a false path that drew up into a nasty love triangle.

It is a confession of affairs riddled with drunken revelry, treachery, hypocrisy, love snares, lies, and perhaps some ju-ju (Witchcraft). How else apart from being under the influence of some terrible ju-ju, would a once devoted, tee-totaler, doting, family man, a proud father of three adorable sons who affectionately call him daddee just abandon them out of the blues?

This story tries to portray how a man, who had once been an ideal parent, morphed to become the devil incarnated. The man's new carefree way of life ended up by destroying a life’s achievement in a space of five months. One day the day the financially ruined man lost all his proper judgement. In a drunken stupor Kaowah delt the final blow by liquidating all his remaining assets on the cheap. He did all that just to satisfy albeit temporarily, his demented cravings for pussy and more booze.

FAYETH ;( Kaowah's legal wife and mother of three)

She is a stout, well rounded with ‘sporty’ legs. Her complexion is dark brown, in overall, what most would call a typical African Woman. Well they say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder (or Beer-holder for drinkers; after a few drinks, under a club's dim coloured lights, the ugliest warthog turns into a sizzling miss world contestant). Fayeth prefers to leave her hair natural. Of late due to early greying, she has started to dye it black or have it done to an artificial weave.

SMITTEN WITH IILUSIONARY LOVE;

MANEIKA is one of the sluts entwined in this nasty love triangle. She had suddenly become more and more demanding on realising that her guy Kaowah had hit his financial demise. Maneika had often been heard vowing to friends that Kaowah must be made to pay for jilting her with her colleague Tumifa the harlot (alias the Blackwoman). Her friends say that Maneika had often bragged how she would milk Kaowah dry to his last penny. I’ll ensure that he will have nothing else to eat but dust. How could he forsake me at my hour of greatest need to spend lavishly with my friend Tumifa?

The drama continued to unfold where Maneika enacted her revenge by unleashing her most vicious streak of feminine charms on Kaowah. Kaowah ended up blindly infatuated with Maneika's cunning pretence of affection till he could focus on nothing else but on how to fulfil her endless demands for cash in return for affection. Maneika achieved this by threatening to abandon him for someone else who could gladly fill her bottomless purse. Without a job, all his savings depleted and now a hopeless alcoholic, the loony Kaowah did the abominable. His mind was completely fuddled by the recent tragedy of his wife taking off with his kids to make a new life for herself in Thika Town.

While taking drinks at some dinghy pub, someone had given Kaowah a freak suggestion that he could raise more spending cash by trading his last remaining possessions. Kaowah took up this suggestion a bit too seriously and in no time had identified several ready buyers, fellow drinkers who had more sense with what to do with their own money.

It was quite a sight to behold when three trucks hired by the buyers of his last possessions descended on Kaowah's residence, parking alongside his fence. Apart from the dismantled main dwelling house, the other structures in Kaowah's compound which he also demolished for sale included an external toilet, bath as well his older boys’ cubicle, workshop and a large shed for chickens. Together with all his remaining household possessions, the dismantled iron sheets, timber and block boards were loaded onto the waiting trucks.

The buyers, noting Kaowah's inebriated state came together and connived to give Kaowah a raw deal by offering less cash than what they had previously bargained. The sight of neat bundles of cash proffered by the buyers was too much too resist for Kaowah, now jobless and with no other source of regular income. He was desperate to acquire dough for more and more booze by whatever means. Kaowah was as well desperate to satiate his inundating craving for Maneika's well contoured sexy body. All these factors forced him to accept grudgingly the lower amount of cash offered by the buyers who had insisted that he either takes it or leaves it.

So begins the strange but true tale of Kaowah, a once doting family man who unfortunately found himself entangled in the ghoulish web of a love triangle that spun him to the verges of insanity. How did it all happen and who are the main players? What characteristic hold do they possess on Kaowah and does he strive to disentangle himself?

The love triangle includes Fayeth: the man’s legally married wife, Maneika and Tumifa (alias Blackwoman); two twilight ladies who work mostly as pub waitresses.

Negative traits

FAYETH;

Short fused with a very negative attitude towards life, obstinate, cantankerous, unpredictable, (one moment warm, next moment cold and abusive), un-appreciating, random tempers. Keeps a grudge for life. Even when in the wrong, she will not listen to reason, won’t budge her ground. Restless, hates my mother and family, envious of neighbours success compared to our slow progress in wealth, constantly nagging, perennial whining, belittles hubby as head of family, uses dirty abusive language to hubby in presence of kids, refuses sex: only submits, quite reluctantly at end month when I hand over my pay check to her which she'll toss away like its rubbish. Won’t wash hubbies clothes, when in foul mood (almost all the time) provides no food or breakfast to hubby. Abusive to kids, gives them negative criticism instead of encouragement e.g.; at exam time tells a kid u no good and just like your daddy, you will fail flat. Could she be harbouring an inferiority complex; thus this world is against me attitude?

MANEIKA;

Gold Digger, domineering tendencies, manipulative, oppressive; will give a sex date, and then walk out halfway through the night when the good fun has just began. Too demanding won’t care where cash comes from, like you should beg borrow or steal so long as you maintain her with a steady supply of dough, or else she threatens to hook up with some other dude. Great liar, acts innocent, has a shady past, and pretends to be warm and loving. Claims that you are the only one in her life yet there are many others she’s playing. Impulsive decisions, easily manipulates a man's emotions. Morbid jealousy, presented herself as a concerned friend to my darling wife Fayeth and snitched on TUMIFA (blackwoman), but she had her own selfish motives. Now when things fell apart (too her secret joy), she incites FAYETH against me. Misguides my wife to become a modern woman of the world and disregard me her hubby of many years and instead take up several lovers, a perfect recipe of wrecking our holy matrimony.

TUMIFA ( alias Blackwoman);

Gold digger, manipulative, great liar, con-woman, involved with too many men at the same time (in a pub she can leave your drinks table to get shagged in a nearby boarding room, then return to join you like nothing sinister has taken place). Not pretty, has an expensive taste. A bad money spender, lives beyond her means. Never paid back some money I lent her. Used her feminine, seductive and persuasive charms to to milk my savings dry. Too loose, will hook-up any guy who has some mullah to lavish upon her.

In Search of Cytherea

(Squirt queen of the universe)

(Strictly: mature adults’ only. Real names of people and establishments have been changed to protect identity)

Perverted mind, me, I am.

Fayeth, my darling wife of many years turned cold in bed.

Outside the bedroom, she became quite disgraceful to not only me, but also to our entire family including my mother, brothers and sisters.

To make it worse Fayeth forced me to not only do my own laundry, but many times, made me go without supper. Henpecked as a hubby, Fayeth's domineering attitude had completely vitiated my self worth. I ended up becoming too docile to speak up to her oppressive ways.

Never once did I complain. It seemed like Fayeth was deliberately striving to force me tumble over the edge of sanity. She was deeply bored with the monotony of marriage and was yearning for an opening to engage in adrenaline charged flings. My wife would have scaled a mountain for a chance to enjoy illicit moments, basking in the adulterous attention from sneaky one toothed, pot bellied and old men of like mischievous character.

She even had the temerity to challenge me to hook up with a much younger, prettier, more welcoming and lovable girl. Thumping her chest, a smug expression on her face, Fayeth would insolently declare that even the ugliest, worst deformed warthog would never feel the slightest interest in me. Concluding her begrimed tirade, were the spiteful remarks You, Kaowah are not man enough to fulfill the intimate desires of any woman. Even a schoolboy's broken pencil is more enticing in bed as compared to your wee tiny, impotent worm.

It always made me wonder, did Fayeth say all this nasty things to belittle me as much as possible, or as a means of inflating her own deflated ego? On the other hand, could her wild allegations be true, that indeed I do not measure up to other men (Tough Skinned, Macho, Successful), socially, physically or even emotionally?

Fed up to the brim with my spouse's tormenting ways, I felt strongly compelled to prove myself man enough, worthy of some other more deserving woman's intimate attention. How else to achieve that end than to defy all bounds of my conscience and stand up to Fayeth's challenge by hooking up with, not one but several belles, young and old, hot on my trail. I knew that I may not be young any more but neither had I completely fizzled out in the department of bed gymnastics, and will never do so for a long time to come.

My life suddenly took an illusionary twist, foolishly making believe that by carousing with deplorable sluts, I was living in heaven when the reality was that I was actually living in hell. Wish I’d known better, because all the belles involved had ulterior motives towards my destiny. I thus ended up in completely messing up my life, job, and family of 20years. I even annihilated all our married lifetime's achievements.

Who the hell is Cytherea? How does she earn the title squirt queen of the universe? What makes her unique to the rest?

Read on:

To while away long lonely nights next to a hostile, unloving, unresponsive, and cantankerous spouse, I took refuge in spending hours, buried in raw hardcore porn on my laptop, deep in the night until dawn. The kids and spouse were already well engrossed into sweet slumber.

Thereupon, I stumbled on this tantalizing clip hacked via Wi-Fi from a certain cyber café, near my place of work. In this clip, the porn actress was a tall black beauty with a tantalizingly curvaceous body. Her male partner was a well-endowed ebony giant whose sex equipment would make many a man envious for its sheer length and girth. Perhaps, he might have used the much advertised dick enlargers.

Do these dick enlargers actually work, or could this have been another hyped marketing gimmick by the gadget’s manufacturers? Some women’s and family magazines carry articles to denounce the myth that it is only the man’s size that really matters for a couple to experience an exciting sex encounter. The writers cite experts who give advice to the contrary: it is how well a man uses his natural size no matter how puny, to evoke unlimited pleasure upon his woman.

The video progressed to scenes of exciting action showing the porn starlet getting some fantabulous humping from her super energetic guy in varied positions that only a gymnast would achieve with ease. From shifting sideways to kneeling, doggy, astride, bending over……Moments later, by twisting her body in one fluid movement, the porn actress turned to face away from the man, lowering herself slowly. She winced as if pricked by a sharp thorn when the whole length of the guy's very rigid cock slithered into the profound and crevices of her wet pussy. She then began rocking back and forth, gradually increasing tempo. Her bum, smooth like a baby's, stared straight into the face of her stag. Both of them seemed to greatly enjoy the sensuous effect of her wild motions, gyrating her butt like a run away food mixer.

In this position, the camera captured clearly, every minute detail of the actress's pussy. Soon the action had escalated to a frenzied peak. The camera zoomed to a close up shot, vividly portraying the porn starlet's very happy pussy squirting in spasms. Each spasm spurted out a liquid jet of pussy juice enough to fill a small wine glass.

This was my very first time to see a real squirt although I had read much about it magazines. It got me so excited that my perverted mind was all of a sudden obsessed with seeking a chance to view a live squirt at all costs where this time I would be the active stallion but not a silent observer.

Led by curiosity, I began a frantic search on the internet on the topic of squirts. My research was soon to bear fruit, further enhancing my conjugal knowledge that in Africa, particularly Central Africa; Rwanda, Congo and some parts of Uganda they have an ancient bedroom practice Known as KUNYAZA

For a couple to practice Kunyaza which literary translates from Ki –Nyarwanda language meaning to spout large amounts of water or to urinate. Yes, Rwandan men are so good at it that their women have to squirt. However no insertion of the man’s dick takes place. The man instead uses his erection to rub the lucky woman’s clit and then labia in practiced vertical motions. Alternating with horizontal strokes, he stimulates her in such a masterful fashion till the woman squirts gallons in joy.

This ancient Central African bedroom secret was only handed down by elders via word of mouth from one generation to another. The groom received this golden fountain of knowledge when as part of his instruction on how to keep his new bride forever happy.

In my view the above procedure works similar to cunnilingus, only that our African grandfathers would have abhorred sucking pussy and had to devise this ingenious method to maintain their randy women well satiated in bed!

Further on the net, I discovered more exciting clips on squirting pussies, saving them all to my laptop and even burning the clips on DVD’s for backup. The porn clips that excited me most, were the ones depicting world renowned Cytherea, the celebrated squirt queen of the universe. To date, her squirting prowess is still unmatched. In delicious spasms, this girl can spray a liquid jet of cum, hitting any chosen target as far as one meter away. Cytherea's orgasms occur quite easily, within minutes of smooth fingering.

My depravity filled me with this eerie burning obsession to go out there in the world, outside my uneasy marriage and experiment live in making someone squirt as in the porn video. Attempting to achieve a similar outcome with my darling spouse was definitely out of the question.

Fayeth's mind was too engulfed with protracted inhibitions, causing her to shun away in revulsion towards any form of intimacy between us. In that case I had no choice but to go out there in the dungeons of vice and outsource a new sex partner.

However much the idea of new infidelity appealed to my depraved soul, deep in my mind and heart, sat the notion that any attempt at such games would be tantamount to playing with fire. I had to tread in these murky waters with outmost caution. What held me back was the fact that I had been most faithful to my darling wife Fayeth, most of my married life.

I say most of my married life because I clearly recall a brief period at the onset of our marriage where I had thrown all caution to the wind to taste the wild but hazardous fruits of infidelity.

While working and living in Thika town, during our third year of marriage I risked hurting our relationship by having a fling with one of my workmates, Muiriwa. This fling did not last long; in fact it had occurred during my wife’s last stages of pregnancy with our first born, Niki. Probably it was the strains of impending motherhood that may have caused Fayeth to develop quite a frigidly hostile attitude towards me. This left me with little choice but to outsource some comforting assurance in the cuddly, welcoming arms of Muiriwa.

The onset of an illicit affair with Muiriwa was something I had neither planned, nor anticipated on my part. The whole thing developed by sheer accident; It happened that one day, the Indian owner of the soap factory where we laboured, required all his workers to go help with some packing at Ruaraka where he operated a similar factory which was much bigger and busier than ours in Thika Town.

On this fateful day, only Muiriwa and I, the supervisor, were left behind to mind the factory, attending to any incoming customers.

It was quite a long and boring day with only the two of us alone in the factory. To kill boredom, we listened to different channels playing popular F.M. radio music, from a portable radio-cassette player. While strolling about aimlessly, I came across Muiriwa relaxed among some cartons of soap, her head resting on her lap, napping but not asleep.

The mere sight of Muiriwa's bent figure positioned on a stack of soap cartons, conjured such an erotic image in my carnally obsessed mind. Muiriwa's tempting, small pointed breasts aroused in me a sudden surge of lust that was astonishingly foreign.

Indeed, we had been working together for many months, yet I had never looked at her that in that light, as a potential sex partner save for formal exchanges of greetings and other polite niceties. To me, Muiriwa had simply been just another co-worker.

Quite unsure of what would happen next, I walked slowly to sit beside Muiriwa, where she was hurdled among the lowest pile of cartons stacked about two rows up. The column behind Muiriwa was stacked five rows higher, providing a good shield from the curious eyes of any unexpected visitors. Being a man of all action but a few words, I timidly made a move by placing an arm over Muiriwa's shoulders expecting some resistance. She gave none but instead instilled further encouragement to me by leaning a little bit closer, a sign that she was pleased with my naughty attention:

Soon my mouth found hers and we began kissing at first timidly, then moments later, fervently like two lovers enjoined after a period of long separation. To an observer, we were quite unlike two strangers smooching for the very first time.

Drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring drrrring the loud unexpected buzzing of the doorbell rudely interrupted us. I silently cursed whoever it was. Timing to make their sudden, unwelcome appearance just when the fun was about to begin. Such meanness!

It turned out to be some co-workers who had been laid off the previous week. They had just been passing by to check if there would be any kind work for which they could be hired.

One of them had a rickety old but sturdy Black Mamba model bicycle. I borrowed it for a while, and then, like the devil was behind me, rode off to a frantic search for condoms at the shops nearby. Unfortunately I did not find any and had to cycle back to the factory empty handed, only to find the borrowed bike’s owner waiting impatiently.

After our colleagues had left, I closed the main door to the factory’s reception and stepped through a smaller door leading into the production area. Here, I encountered a distinctly horny Muiriwa, strolling lazily around the machinery and piles of soap cartons. I launched myself upon her petit body with a tight embrace which brought a halt to her pacing. I could sense a great longing for physical intimacy in her body. In fact she subconsciously arched her groin hard against mine, grinding more rigidly with every deep kiss. Like ravenous hyenas, we devoured each other by feel, touch, fondle, caresses, stopping short of tearing out each other’s clothes.

Muiriwa's blouse was unbuttoned halfway, revealing the small pointed breasts that had so aroused my fancy. Cupping each breast in my hands, I feasted deliciously on her taut nipples. Nibbling, sucking and rolling my tongue softly around each nipple in turn. This led Muiriwa to let out pleasurable moans, purring like a kitten being stroked fondly, but here was my very eager and tumescent dick which could hold it no more. It felt so ready for some vigorous piston action but……… too bad I didn’t have any condoms for protection! So I resigned myself knowing that my impatient dickie would have its feast another day in the right way, in the right place and definitely not