Wild Abandon Ronica Black

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their discomfort more than evident.
Sighing with frustration, she returned to the sofa, realizing she
would have to use one of her old tricks. She had seen this all too often:
women and the shame they held in regard to sex. She placed the model
on the table and dug into her goodie bag.
Let s start off with some fun, she declared, holding up a handful
of sample lubricants. The things we re going to discuss tonight might
be a little uncomfortable for some of you. We re going to talk about
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vaginas, penises, orgasms, et cetera. I m not here to make anyone feel
uncomfortable, so if you would rather not be here& She motioned with
her hand toward the exit. No one moved as she watched and waited.
Okay then, what I ve got in my hand she held up a tiny orange
packet is flavored lubricant. This won some more interesting
remarks. I have all different flavors. She rifled through the pile.
Orange, strawberry, cherry, grape, cinnamon. Chan s eyes rested
on Nicky, the hostess, who blushed profusely. Smiling, Chan said,
Some of them like the cinnamon, for example produce a warming
sensation when applied. Some oohs and ahs floated in from the crowd.
They re lots of fun and I have plenty of samples here, but only for
those who can come up with the dirtiest, crudest words for sex.
She raised her eyebrows for emphasis. For instance, I m going
to start with the word vagina. She pointed quickly at a thick-waisted
brunette who sat staring like a scared deer. Reading her nametag quickly,
Chan instructed, You, Susan, think of a word for vagina.
The woman stammered, looking around wildly.
Don t think, just say it! Chan encouraged. Hurry!
Susan met her eyes and jerked to life as Chan pressured her.
Pussy!
Laughter erupted around the room as Susan s face lit up and she
smiled, regardless of the heat in her cheeks.
Chan praised her quickly. Pussy, yes, excellent. She tossed Susan
a purple packet of flavored lube. The woman juggled it, her reflexes not
so quick. Chan moved on, hoping to keep up the momentum and the
energy. Quick, you. She looked to the woman seated next to Susan.
Julie. What s another word?
The woman paused, unsure. You mean for vagina?
Yes, quick, hurry! Not pussy, but&
Cunt? she asked, obviously unsure, squeezing her shoulders
up.
Cunt! Beautiful! Chan tossed her a pack of lube as some of the
women clapped. What s another one? Come on, anyone. I ve got a
whole bag here. She shook the bag as she looked around the room.
Someone spoke up from the back.
Coochie!
Coochie wins a prize! Lubricant began to fly across the room
as Chan continued, encouraging the women to speak up, unafraid. The
ladies, in turn, began to relax, calling out anything and everything they
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could think of as Chan tossed packets into the air.
Cooter!
Fuzzy clam!
Pu-nonnie!
Her eyes fell upon the two quiet ladies in the back, the only two
yet to give answers. They were older, perhaps in their seventies, and
she thought for a moment that if anyone was likely to get up and leave
it would be them.
Aunt Betty, according to her nametag, sat with her large purse
clasped in her lap, and the other woman looked completely ashen.
Chandler figured they had expected more of a bridal shower type
gathering, and she hoped they weren t as uncomfortable as they
appeared. The room grew painfully silent as Betty, the woman with the
purse, stared Chan down.
Little man in the canoe! she declared as Chan braced herself for
a voice of disapproval.
She nearly fell over with relief and Betty grinned proudly and
shrugged her shoulders as laughter and applause rocked the room. Chan
slid a hand into the pocket of her slacks and laughed softly at Betty s
choice of words. Everyone was relaxing now and she was thrilled, but
there was still one woman left who hadn t given a response: Betty s
friend, Dorothy. The older woman fiddled with her dangling earring
while Betty nudged her with an elbow. Dorothy bit her lower lip, which
had a generous helping of bright lipstick.
Come on, say something! Betty encouraged her.
I don t know! she quickly retorted.
Don t give me that. You used to cuss like a sailor.
Dorothy seemed about to protest, then thought better of it. Instead,
sitting up straighter as if it helped her gain strength, she said, Mud
flaps!
The two best, most unique answers of the evening had come from
a pair of unassuming elderly ladies. Chandler was not entirely surprised.
She d discovered long ago that appearances were not always reliable
indicators of sexual awareness or behavior. Tickled pink, she laughed
along with the other women as Dorothy stood up and began prancing
around proudly.
She stopped in front of Chan and held out her hand. Where s my
prize, girlie? Make it the red, the kind that tingles. Fred and I are gonna
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heat things up when I get home.
More laughter ensued as Chan obligingly unloaded a handful of
the cinnamon, which Dorothy cradled carefully and gleefully back over
to her chair, where she dropped them in her purse. With her hands on
her hips, Chan waited patiently for the laughter to die down. Everyone
seemed to be relaxed and feeling fine, their faces glowing. She felt
good too, the best she had all week.
Taking a deep breath, she said, Okay, now that we ve all heard
and learned she looked to Betty and Dorothy with a grin some
terms for the vagina, let s learn a little bit more. She pointed to the
clitoris. We all know that this is the clitoris. But can anyone tell me
what it does?
She glanced around. Most of the women were shaking their heads.
Chan pressed on. Why is it there? What s it for? Certainly it must have
a biological reason, right?
A woman from the front spoke up, I don t know, it just feels
good.
She s exactly right. Chan responded, tossing her another lube.
That s it, ladies, that s the answer. She glanced back down at the
model. This little bundle of fleshy nerves is on your body for one
purpose only. For pleasure.
You mean it doesn t do anything else?
Chan folded her arms across her chest. Nope.
Nothing at all?
Nada. Chan could almost hear the wheels in their heads turning
as they took in the information. The clitoris is there solely for your
pleasure. She began to pace as she spoke. Now I ask you, how many
of you have been taking advantage of this? I mean, we are the only sex
that has such a gift.
What about the penis? Julie piped in. Chan merely smiled.
What about it? she continued before anyone could answer.
Think about it a minute. The penis has functions other than those
of just pleasure. It ejects sperm, as well as urine. She paused, then
continued. Without the clitoris could we still procreate? Could we still
urinate?
They all nodded their heads in agreement.
Now that you know a little bit about this great, wonderful gift
that s nestled between your legs, let s talk about the fun we can have
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