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Subject: {ASSM} 20 Questions (MF Rom Oral) {GenJoe}
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This is the fourth story in my series of stories about Ron and Sylvia,
the first of which was actually my first story posting as Generic Joe
(the other being lost even to me) While reading the other stories may
give you some clue as to the characters in this story, it's really not
necessary, and this story (like the it's cousins in the series) can be
read on it's own.
The other stories, "Upstairs", "Public Service
Announcment", and "Anniversary" are all onmy site at
http://www.offthebeatenpath.org/genericjoe/stories.php3.
This story is for adults, it contains all sorts of tantalizing things,
especially consensual sex between adults. If you are too young to view
this material in your area, or offended by such things, please go away.
It may not be distributed or archived for profit. Specific
archiving rights are granted to ASSTR, and DejaNews.
Thanks to Denny for the editing, and to my lovely wife for
helping me realized that Sylvia was smarter than that.
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20 Questions.
A Ron and Sylvia story by GenericJoe
<genericjoe@vnet.net>
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Sylvia lay on the bed next to her boyfriend, lover and roommate.
"Twenty Questions," he had said. "That's the game. I have a
surprise, and you have to guess what it is."
Sylvia looked at Ron, appraising him. He'd brought her upstairs
and had her lie on the bed. Then he'd told her about the game.
She was normally all for a little fun, but hated it when Ron had
a secret. "Just tell me!" she said, curious.
"No," he laughed. "You have to discover it for yourself. That's
the way 20 questions works."
"Arrrgh. I *hate* that game. So repetitive."
"So we change the rules. Let's see... For every question asked,
if the answer is 'yes' then the answerer -- that would be me --
loses an article of clothing. If the answer is no, then the asker
-- you -- would lose one."
Sylvia smiled. This *could* be fun, then. "When we run out of
clothes, we move on to...other stuff."
"Sounds good to me."
"I'm going to like this game," Sylvia said. "Prepare to be
stripped."
"We'll see..." Ron said. "So, start with your questions. I'll
tell you this: it's an object, and it's not an animal or
vegetable."
"OK," she said. She turned in the bed and looked at him. He was
sitting on the edge of the bed, with one of his legs dangling off the
side, and the other tucked underneath. She pulled her legs in,
and sat up, sitting cross-legged. "This isn't another of your
corny gifts is it? Just to get that out of the way."
"No," Ron said, and reached out to her. He began unbuttoning her
blouse, but stopped halfway. Sylvia looked at him, and he said,
"I'm done."
"Trying to prolong it?" she asked.
"Yes," he said, and began to unbutton *his* shirt, halfway.
Dammit, she'd been tricked. Maybe this whole thing was a gag, a
joke on her. Something she couldn't guess. "Is this a gag? Did
Joe put you up to this?"
"No," came the response. "This is not a gag." He unbuttoned her
shirt the rest of the way, revealing a lacy white bra. At least
she had worn one of her nicer ones today. He pulled her shirt
off, and she felt his hands at the snap of her pants. "And no,
Joe didn't put me up to it."
"Arrrgh," she growled, and leaned on her back. She pulled her
pants off.
"Plain white cotton," he said, caressing her revealed thigh.
"I didn't *know* we were going to be playing sex games, or you'd
have gotten the red lacy ones."
"I'll remember that for next time," he said.
"OK," Sylvia stopped for am moment. She had to think about what
this was seriously, about what she knew in order to figure this
out. "What I know," she thought, "is that I'm down to undies and
socks, and he hasn't taken his shirt off yet! I need to approach
this more logically..."
She thought for a moment more and looked at Ron. "OK, is it
bigger than a breadbox?" she asked.
"No," Ron said, and pulled off one of her socks.
"Is it in the room with us?"
"Yes," Ron said, and pulled off his shirt.
"Finally," she said. "I'll get you naked yet."
"If you don't, curiosity will kill you."
Sylvia looked around the room. It was in here somewhere. "Is
it...something I can see?"
"No." As Ron pulled off her other sock, she mock kicked at him.
"Only two more 'no' questions, and I have you at my mercy," he
said chuckling.
"I know, I know!" Maybe he was getting her undressed so he could
put her in what he had bought...Maybe something sexy. "Is it
something I can wear in bed?" Sylvia asked flirtatiously.
Ron laughed, and said "Why, yes it *is* something you can wear in
bed. He stood up and slid his pants down, bending so she could
see his tight ass. She reached out and caressed it through his
briefs. "Now wait, Sylvia. You've got a few questions to go
before you can do that." Ron sat back down, and faced her. He
was still wearing socks, so he was one article of clothing ahead.
"Is it... lingerie?" she asked.
Ron smiled, "Nope."
"Damn." she said. She sat up and removed her bra, cupping her
breasts and letting the straps fall. She slowly moved her hands
down, revealing her breasts. She could tell Ron was watching as
she undressed, and she had to admit she was enjoying teasing him.
"OK, then, is it something I could wear *anywhere*?"
Ron paused for a moment, and thought for a second. "Yes, I
suppose you could wear it anywhere."
Sylvia laughed, and pulled one of his socks off. "So is it
clothing?"
He laughed then, "No, it's not clothing. And you are naked." He
reached over, and took the elastic band of her panties, and
pulled them down her legs. She lifted her ass to help him do it.
She always enjoyed it when he did that.
Sylvia sighed. "I still think this is some kind of sex game."
Ron grinned at her, and she tried to divine whether it was or
not. "So I think it's some sort of sex toy -- something I could
strap on, maybe."
Ron didn't say anything. Sylvia looked at him expectantly. "That
wasn't a question," he said.
"Oh, ok. Is it a sex toy?"
"No, it's not!" he leered. He curled up next to her, and she
felt his hand on one breast, and his mouth on another, his tongue
flicking back and forth against the nipple. His fingers found
her other nipple, and began twisting it a bit, bringing it to
hardness. Sylvia moaned as he played with her tits. Then he
stopped.
"You stopped."
"Yes, it's time for another question."
"OK, is it...jewelry?"
"Yes, it is."
"Ooooh." She said, as she sat up, and pulled off his other sock.
"You're just down to one garment, now," she said, as she rubbed
the front of it with one hand.
"Now, now," he said, as he wagged his hand. "You've still got two
questions to go before you can do that."
"But I know you like it." She squeezed his hardening cock with
her hand. "I can just tell these things."
"Now, come on Sylvia. Play fair. Ask another question."
"OK. It's not cheap is it?" she asked, playfully.
"No," he said laughing. He lowered his mouth to her breast, and
sucked it in. His free hand slid down between her legs, and
began caressing her wet pussy lips. She pushed forward with her
pelvis, trying to get him to slide his fingers inside of her. He
just kept rubbing outside, up and down her mound, pressing down
over her clit, but not sliding inside.
She gasped as he nipped at her breast in time with his finger's
pressure. Then he lifted his hand off her mound, and pulled his
lips from her breast. It was time for another question.
She smiled at him; she knew what it was, now, or thought she did.
The question was, did she want to prolong it or not. She thought
about his mouth on her breasts. Yes, prolonging it would be a
good thing. "Is it a...necklace?" She asked.
"No," he said, and lowered his mouth to her other breast. This
time his finger slid inside of her. His middle finger found her
clit, and moved it just so, in little circles. She gasped and
sighed and thrust her pelvis against his hand.
Before he could stop, she asked, between gasping breaths, "Is it
earrings?"
He lifted his mouth off her breast, and whispered "No."
Then he did stop, and she cried out, "No..." But he was moving,
sliding down her body, promising something more. She lifted her
legs, and separated them, and he settled in between her legs, his
mouth on her pussy.
She felt his hands separate her pussy lips, and then his tongue,
sliding from the bottom to the top, stopping there, resting on
her clitoris. She gasped as he played with it, tonguing it
gently, tap, tap tap, sending little pulses of pleasure up and
down her spine.
Sylvia wrapped her legs around his head, and pulled him to her.
He sped up, going faster. Ron's tongue began doing what seemed
like a wild dance then, lick, twirl, tap, twirl, tap, tap, twirl.
"Yes yes, yes," Sylvia cried, keep doing that." He complied,
twirling his tongue around her clit, and she moved back, towards
him, grinding her pelvis into his face and mouth. The pleasure
built higher and higher, and she pulled him tighter and tighter
with her legs, and then she came, grunting in ecstasy. She let
him go then.
He looked up at her with a sparkle in his eye. "You better get
it right, now. I'm not sure I could survive another 'No' answer."
She laughed happily. "OK, sweetie. Is it a ring?"
"Yes," he said. She sat up. He lay down on his back, and she
pulled his underwear off of him, releasing his cock. It sprung
out from behind his briefs, standing tall and hard. She ran her
hand over it. "You *have* to ask a question!" he admonished.
"OK. Does the ring have a stone?"
"Yes, it does," he said. She smiled at him and ran her hand up
and down his cock, stroking it. She sped up, faster and faster.
She could see the look of excitement on his face as she stroked
his cock. He stretched out, pointing his toes like he always did
right before he was going to come, and she stopped.
He groaned, painfully. "Time for another question," she said.
"Is it an *engagement* ring?"
She saw a twinkle in his eye. "Yes, it is."
He started to move, as if to get it, but she stopped him. "I get
my prize," she said, and lowered her mouth over his cock. He
groaned happily and lay back down.
Sylvia moved slowly up and down his cock, running her tongue over
it, sliding her tongue between his slit. She took a hand and
cupped his balls, gently playing with them. She moved a little
faster, and felt him begin to move, just a little bit. She
squeezed his balls, and began sucking hard. "It won't be long
now," she thought.
And she was right, she squeezed a little harder on his balls, and
he went rigid, pumping his come into her mouth. Sylvia moved a
couple more times, up and down his cock, cleaning it off. She
looked up at him, and swallowed.
Ron gazed down at her, his eyes twinkling, obviously happy. He
moved languorously, to the side of the bed. He reached down
between the mattresses underneath where he had just lain, and
pulled out a small jewelry box. He opened it up and showed it to
her.
"Now it's time for my question," he said. "Will you marry me?"
Sylvia looked at the ring -- it was beautiful. But even more
beautiful was the man holding it. He had completely surprised her
by this, and now she had to think. There were so many questions
in her mind, so many doubts. But deep in her gut, she knew it
would be ok. "Yes," she said. "I will."
He slid the ring on her finger, and kissed her. As they kissed
he rolled her onto her back, and slid between her legs. He was
hard again, already. She looked up at him quizzically
"The asker gets a prize if the answer is yes." he said,
matter-of-factly.
"Oh," she said, and slid her legs wide apart. "Then, my love, my
fiance, come and claim your prize."
She looked up at him, as he slid between her legs, and then
between her nether lips, sliding all the way home. One of his
hands brushed her hair. "You, he said are the most wonderful
prize of all."
Sylvia felt a tear leave her eye. "Take me," she whispered.
And he did, several times.
Without question.
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(c) GenericJoe 1999.
Did you like this story?
Would you like to see more?
Don't be an ass, let me know.
GenericJoe
Coming Soon: Chapter one of "Body Double" (MF Other codes. Sci Fi.)
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