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Subject: {ASSM} [rom fest classic] "Party Time" by artie (rom, FMF)
Date: Fri, 21 Jun 2002 00:10:05 -0400
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Party Time



   Copyright 1998, 2002 by <a
href="mailto:silli_artie@hotmail.com">silli_artie@hotmail.com</a>



   This work may not be reposted or redistributed without the prior express
written permission of the author.



   A work of fiction, meant for adults.  Read something else if you are not
an adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content.  Then again, if
all you're looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you should probably read
something else.  I welcome constructive comments.  Enjoy.



   My sister talked me into taking her five year old daughter to a birthday
party; actually, I didn't mind.  As little Jeanne was my only niece, I like
spending time with her, and she likes being with her "Uncle Jim." It also
gives my sister Ruth and her husband a chance to spend some "quality time"
together.  Hey, I may get another niece or nephew out of the deal.



   When she filled me in on details; I didn't know if it was good news or
bad news.  Jeanne had been invited to a birthday party on Saturday at one
of the kids play places.  Then she had a sleep over at the birthday girl's
house.  That sounded okay with me; I let Ruth know I worked Friday, getting
off at 7AM on Saturday.



   Ruth told me that her husband got in on the red eye early Saturday
morning.  I'd pick up Jeanne at 7:20, and Ruth would head off for the
airport.  We were all set.



   I'm a paramedic; we work 24 hour shifts.  Friday was fairly quiet until
mid afternoon.  After that it was nuts until three thirty in the morning.
My replacement woke me at 6:30.  "You're relieved.  Go home and get some
sleep."



   I sat up and stretched, and thanked him for getting in a little early. I
showered, shaved, and changed clothes.  What the hell, I thought, I got
almost three hours of solid sleep; that's pretty good.  I should be at
about the same mental level as a bunch of five year olds.



   I drove over to my sister's house, just a few miles from the station.  I
whistled when Ruth opened the door; she was wearing a short very
close-fitting velvet dress.  "Wow!  do you expect to make it out of the
terminal wearing that?"



   She laughed.  Her husband had been out of town on business for a week
and a half.  "We're going to a bed and breakfast on the coast.  We'll be
back Sunday afternoon; you're invited over for dinner Sunday night if you'd
like."



   I told her that would be fine.  We were going over other details when
Jeanne spotted me.



   "Uncle Jim!" she shouted, running and jumping into my arms.



   "Hi, squirt.  Are you packed and ready to go?"



   "Yes!" she said.



   "Go get your things, and we'll go get something to eat.  We have a busy
morning."



   She rushed off and Ruth gave me a big hug.  She felt great in that
dress.



   "Thanks, Jim -- you're a life saver."



   "That's okay, sis.  It's my job."



   We got Jeanne and her accompanying debris in the Jeep as her mom left
for the airport.  We went to my favorite local diner for breakfast, then to
my place for a while.  Jeanne "helped" me do laundry and feed the fish.  I
even got to sit down and rest a bit.



   The party started at 11 at one of the kids play places; one with the
tubes for them to crawl around in, and the pits full of plastic balls to
help them spread disease.  Actually, these places are a lot better than
inviting a horde into your house; they provide a place to play, party
rooms, bad pizza, cake and punch, supervision, and most important, cleanup.



   I figured I'd get volunteered to extricate kids, so I wore my warm-up
pants and a tank top underneath a sweat shirt.  I dug out my volleyball
knee pads, and made sure my usual change of clothes bag was in the back of
the Jeep.  We were ready to go.



   We arrived just a bit before 11.  I'd met the mom, Linda before.  She
was glad to see me.  So was her sister Toni.  Both Linda and Toni were
attractive, but Toni was a real knockout; long brown hair, well stacked. 
She was wearing shorts and a simple top.  Anne was the birthday girl, and
her six month old brother Joseph was also there; Toni was out helping Linda
take care of the two kids while their dad was away on business.  I was the
only adult male for this group, honorary dad for a day, like it or not.



   We had five adults for a dozen five year olds; two other moms were
there, both with video cameras.  The other parents dropped off their kids
and sped away to enjoy the temporary freedom.



   After taking care of shoes and wrist bands, the kids went off to play
for an hour, then we'd have the party.  The adults were sitting talking,
watching the kids play in the balls and go through the mazes.  Toni and I
were exchanging more than glances and edging a little closer to each other.
Then Linda started breast feeding Joseph; I knew I needed to move, or I'd
become hypnotized.  Linda wasn't helping, complaining how Joseph wasn't
eating and she was getting full, giving me the occasional sly look. 
Breasts are definitely one of my weaknesses -- or is that two of my
weaknesses?



   Luckily, Jeanne saved me.  She ran up and said, "Come play with us,
Uncle Jim!"



   I peeled off my sweatshirt and put my kneepads on and let her drag me
into the ball pit.  As we were walking over, I heard, "Wait for me!" from
Toni.



   I sat in the ball pit and was quickly inundated by little girls.  They
loved jumping on me and knocking me over.  I'd pick them up and growl, hold
them up in the air with one hand, then toss them into the balls.  They'd
squeal and giggle; they loved it.  I was sitting up with two of them on me
when I looked over to Toni and asked, "Would you like a turn?"



   She gave me a very lusty smile and licked her lips.  "I'll get my turn,
don't you worry." She moved closer to me.  As the little girls jumped on me
I could occasionally feel a bigger girl reaching in to grab and feel.  I
managed to get her hand once and pull her into the pile; it was fun.



   Then one of "our" kids came out of a tube and said, "Lindsey is stuck.
She's crying."



   Half joking, I said to Toni, "If I'm not out in five minutes, send in
reinforcements." I crawled into the tubes and started following the crying,
calling out Lindsey's name every so often.  With knee pads on, it wasn't
hard; just not a lot of room.  I finally found her sitting alone sniffling
in a tube way in the back.  I talked to her; she was lost, but she didn't
want me to carry her out.  I told her all she had to do was follow the
yellow tubes to get out.  She seemed happy with that and headed off.



   Then I felt a hand on my ankle; I looked around and there was Toni, a
sly smile on her face.



   "Your reinforcements are here."



   I was about to say something when she crawled on top of me, forcing me
on my back.  She put her arms around me and pushed her legs against the
inside of the tube, pressing her body against mine as we kissed.  I had one
arm more or less under me; I extricated it and held her head, feeling her
wonderful soft brown mane.



   As we kissed we heard a kid say, "Can't get through here!" and turn
around.  We came up for air momentarily and laughed.  I got my arms around
her waist.  I ran my hands up her back to her shoulders and pulled her back
down to me.  I didn't need to pull very much; she got the hint quite
quickly.  After a while we heard another kid yell, "Hey!" but when we
looked up, we couldn't see anyone.  Had that been Jeanne?  I was a little
distracted, and intended to be more so.



   I started teasing one of Toni's perky nipples through her top; she was
feeling me and grabbed my cock through my warm-ups.  She scooted forward on
me so my head was level with her breasts; I kissed her through the cloth as
my hand went up her legs.  I slid my hand up her shorts; her panties were
wet.  I moved a finger under them and slid it along her hot moist fur.  She
gasped as I spread her lips and found her button; she put both her hands
around my head and squeezed me.



   I teased her button gently as she breathed heavily; I could smell her,
and she smelled delicious.  She smelled more than delicious; in that
enclosed space her smell had my mouth watering and all of me hungry for
her. What the hell; I slid away from her a bit and pulled her more or less
on her back.  I slid up between her legs and pulled the crotch of her
shorts and her panties off to one side and dove in.



   I kissed her and licked her, filling myself with her taste and scent. 
Her legs and hands held me as she rocked.  Her panties and shorts were
starting to get in the way, so I decided the best way to hold them off to
the side was to put a couple of fingers inside her.  She let out a soft
moan; I hooked one finger to press on her from the inside while I teased
her button on the outside with my lips and tongue.  Soon I felt her spasm
around my fingers, and her whole body shook, then relaxed.  I took out my
fingers as I gave her one last kiss, which sent a shiver through her.  I
straightened her panties and shorts a bit, squeezing her hips and kissing
her mound through her clothing..  She raised her head and gave me a very
satisfied smile.



   We heard someone coming up ahead of us, it sounded like an adult.  We
both moved, with Toni scrambling down me so her head was by my stomach; I
was on my back again.  Toni was pressing her breasts against my cock;
something that was so wonderful I wasn't going to be able to take it for
long.  Linda came into view and crawled up to us.



   "Hello, you two.  Jeanne told us you were stuck in here.  Do you need
any help?" she asked with a sly smile.



   I was about to tell her, "No," when Toni said, "Yeah -- hold him down
and keep him quiet."



   "Ooh...  love to," Linda said, and she moved up covering my head.



   Meanwhile, I felt a pair of hands pull my warm-ups and underwear down,
and the incredible sensation of a soft warm mouth around my cock.  While I
was trying to decide what to do about this, I felt a hand go by my head,
and cloth.  I looked up again to see Linda lifting her blouse and quickly
release a nipple from her nursing bra.  I felt a few drops of warm milk on
my face before Linda guided it closer to my mouth.  As I took her nipple,
she said, "I saw how you looked at me.  Get busy -- I'm in pain."



   I started sucking and her milk flowed into my mouth; so warm and
wonderful.  I moaned and shuddered as I put a hand on Linda; she put a hand
around my head and gave me a squeeze, saying, "That's it.  Oh that's
good..."



   It was all too much; Linda's wonderful warm breast in my mouth feeding
me her delicious milk, and Toni sucking on me, her hands working my balls
and the base of my shaft.  I got to the edge and tensed up, and Toni did
something, what she did I don't know, but it was incredible.  I came,
pumping into her mouth.



   And as I came, I sucked on Linda, delirious.  "Oh, enjoy it baby, enjoy
it," Linda cooed as she held my head.



   After a while I felt my pants return to their original position and
heard Toni say, "Mmmm...  All done down here."



   Linda started to pull away; I guess I whimpered and held her.  "We're
almost done here, at least for now," she sighed.



   I heard Toni laugh and then heard her moving away, back down the tube.



   Linda released my head and gently took her nipple away.  "Thanks, I may
need your help again later." She slid back and kissed me on the forehead.



   I lay there, still dizzy.  "No problem," I said, half laughing.



   She buttoned herself up and crawled over me, lowering herself
momentarily on top of me for a brief 69.  She nuzzled my crotch and I
kissed hers, inhaling; she smelled wet as well.  Was there a family
resemblance?  She crawled off.



   I took a deep breath and flopped myself over.  I crawled forward through
the maze.  At an intersection I had enough room to straighten myself up a
bit.  As I crawled to an exit on wobbly knees, I laughed to myself.  I
never thought parties for little kids could be so much fun, and I still had
the sleepover to look forward to.



   FIN



   Author's comments-



   When life gives you lemons, make lemonade!  The author's version of this
adage is, "How can I turn this into a story?"



   It isn't an escape tactic -- it relies on awareness, awareness of
details.  As with so many other things, being aware, being present in the
moment has its rewards.



   The moment for me was taking our five-year-old daughter to a birthday
party at one of those play places, and being told as I was headed out the
door, "Oh, you'll be the only dad there." Thanks, darling, for the warning!



   Even though it happened about five years ago, I can still remember parts
of it vividly -- the colors, the sounds of all the kids shrieking,
laughing, yelling, the smells...  The ball pits really are there to help
share diseases and build healthy immune systems, the same as day-care and
pre-schools.



   I got to help with shoes and wristbands.  I even had a kid from another
group come up to me as I was sitting on the floor and put his foot on my
leg, presenting me with an untied shoe.  I tied it for him and he went
away. It was a daddy moment.



   We moved into the main area and the kids headed off to play in the balls
and tubes.  As in the story, there was a gal there with her sister, and a
little one.  She picked up the little one to nurse.



   If you've read any of my stories...  As I've said, I'm not sure if this
is one weakness or two...  A girlfriend told me long ago, get a tit in my
mouth, and I'm all helpless...  The sister took some pity on me and
encouraged me to play in the ball pit with the kids.  She actually joined
us, and we did have some fun.



   I was sent off to rescue one of our kids who was lost and crying.  What
I remember most was not only the close quarters, but the echoing of sounds,
and the smell -- of piss, cheap pizza, and cheap frosting.  Alas, I rescued
our little one, but crawled out of the tubes alone and unscathed -- except
for getting a cramp in my right calf.



   The rest of the party was fun.  We wore the kids out pretty well.  I
think my daughter was asleep in her car seat within two minutes of leaving
the place.  The idea for this story came to me a few minutes later.



   I'm glad Katie McN liked this one.  Celeste did as well, giving it a
score of 10, 10, 10 in Celestial Reviews 288 (June 17, 1988):



   Artie does not write complex stories - just simple stories that make sex
sound like a lot of fun.  Artie sometimes makes simplistic assumptions. 
For example, if two sexy mothers and a surrogate father decided to have a
spontaneous threesome in one of those tunnels in a kiddyland while they are
supposed to be watching the children, chances are much greater that they
would be arrested for indecent exposure or contributing to the delinquency
of the minors thereabouts than that they would have a delightful little
tryst, even if one of the threesome is a lactating mother who simply has to
do something to alleviate her pain.



   But the story certainly is fun, and there's no harm in fantasy.  In
fact, the Chicago Cubs have built a baseball empire on the foundation of
their fans' relatively non-sexual fantasies; and so what harm can there be
in believing that three red-blooded Americans can get it on in a play
facility, while the twelve children for whom they are responsible somehow
refrain from doing any serious harm for the duration?



   Ratings for "Party Time"

   Athena (technical quality): 10

   Venus (plot & character): 10

   Celeste (appeal to reviewer): 10



   As I said, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade!  (And I think I've
written more complex pieces since then -- not sure if that's the good news
or the bad news though!)



   namaste-



   artie

   5/29/2002



   party time

   by <a href="mailto:artie@netgate.net">silli_artie@hotmail.com </a>

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   {rom fest classic} "Party Time" by artie (rom, FMF)



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