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First Published: 02 January 2015

Playground Competition
by Isabella

Story Code: b+/g+, oral, public, voyeurism, exhibitionism

I was making a quick dash to the shops and back, I had to run all the way there because on Wednesdays he closed at one pm and I didn't realise that I was out of bread until twelve thirty. I know that it was one o'clock by the time I had paid for my bread because the owner of the shop locked the door behind me as I left.

I took the longer way back home, just because it took me through the park that ran at the side of my daughters' school and I liked to keep a look out for them if I was passing during the day, give them a little wave just to embarrass them with their friends as I passed.

The school playground seemed strangely empty, it was almost as if it was a wet day and the kids were all playing in the assembly hall. I walked a little further and found where all of the kids actually were, there was a rabble of about a hundred children all in a massive huddle in an area that was called the smokers den when I went to the school. The area was actually beyond the school boundary, there was no fence, just a woodland break between the school and the private housing estate one hundred yards away from the school's playing field.

I'd seen something similar when I went to the school, that time it was Paul Maitland and Brian Sturgess, they were fighting and half the school were there, egging them on to try and kill each other. I knew that there was a hole in the fence between the school and the woodland so, thinking there was a fight going on, I ran like hell to try and break it up.

I came to the focus of the whole school's attention from the opposite direction and what I found wasn't a fight and instead of screaming at the top of my lungs to break up the fight that never was I was actually struck dumb by what I saw. There was a large broken down cardboard carton covering the mud on the ground and there were five girls kneeling on the cardboard in front of five boys. Four of the girls were giving oral sex to the boys and one was giving hand relief.

Robin Porter, the boy who lived across the road from us and although he was two years older than Sarah he was Sarah's best friend of eight years, (Not boyfriend you understand but just a friend who happens to be a boy,) was standing at the side of the action, holding a clipboard with a stopwatch fixed to the top and a small notepad held flat to the board by the spring clip. He looked like a sports coach timing the one hundred meters dash.

I was fighting to find my voice and put a stop to this, I wanted to grab a hold of all five girls and boys and drag them off to the principal's office and my train of thought was destroyed by a huge cheer from the assembled student body as one of the boys pushed the face of the girl sucking his cock away from him, a string of semen linking her mouth to his cock, he took over working his cock with his own hand and fired off three other strings of cum across her face and into her mouth from about an inch away from her face.

I was about to recover my voice when I recognised the girl and my heart stopped beating all together and was trying to jump into my mouth through my throat, the sweet, angelic face looking out from under a covering of spunk was my own eleven year old daughter, Sarah, then I got another shock, as I was thumping my chest trying to administer self CPR to get my heart re-started, Sarah was pushing the boy away and was pulling another boy in front of her and starting all over again.

There was another cheer from the crowd and a second girl was being pushed away from the boy she was sucking and he repeated the actions of the first, shooting over her face and trying to get his spunk into her mouth from an inch away. And I realised that the second girl was Dawn, my nine year old daughter.

The scene in front of me became a little clearer as the oxygen and blood drained away from my brain and the screaming inside my head quietened down a little, the girl giving hand relief had a line of four boys standing behind the boy she was wanking off, Sarah had just started sucking the cock of the last boy standing in front of her, Dawn was sucking one boy and had one waiting and the other two girls were sucking one and had two others waiting.

There was another cheer and the two other suckers finished their boys simultaneously and went through the endgame ritual, just like Sarah and Dawn had done with the boys they were sucking.

Sarah finished her final boy off to another cheer, Robin held up his hand to quieten the crowd, "And the winner is, Sarah Clark in her personal best time of, seven minutes and fifty three seconds to get all five boys off. And she wins the fifteen pound prize once again!"

There was another cheer and a round of applauds from everyone, then Sarah gestured to the second boy in the queue of boys standing in front of the girl trying to masturbate the boys by hand, he grinned widely at Sarah and then dropped his trousers and underpants to his knees and waddled in front of Sarah so she could suck his cock.

"Emma, you have to start sucking cocks sometime, you just lost fifty pence to Sarah and she'll gobble up all of your money while you're still disappointing poor Paul there with your hand."

I realised that I knew that girl too; Emma was another of Sarah's long-time friends. Sarah had sucked her seventh boy off before I finally found my voice and stepped out of the bushes to stop things and just as I stepped out into the open Dawn finished off her fifth boy, three boys were still being sucked and two were waiting.

I dragged Sarah and Dawn to their feet and then pushed them ahead of me through the trees and out into the park. Sarah was protesting that it was almost time for afternoon lessons to begin and they'd be late, Dawn was keeping her mouth shut.

I dragged both girls home before I had calmed down enough to talk to them or rather shout at them.

"What the hell do you think you were doing?"

Dawn started crying but Sarah looked defiant, "Nothing seriously wrong mother, just sucking a few cocks."

I was flabbergasted, "Don't you consider sucking boys cocks to be even slightly wrong?"

Sarah thought about it for a moment and then shook her head, "No, it was just sucking boy's cocks."

"Just, Just! You did it in front of the whole school, have you no shame?"

"No mum, no shame and because you dragged me away I don't have my eighteen pounds fifty pence from Robin either."

"What's Robin got to do with it?"

"Well, he was the first boy I ever sucked off, then he got me to do it for every one of his friends and it was his idea to start up the competition at lunch time to make a bit of money."

"How long has this been going on?"

"Months, I think I've sucked the cocks of every boy in the school by now."

"Doesn't it bother you that no boy will want to marry a girl with a reputation for sucking boy's cocks?"

"God mum, I wouldn't want to marry any of the boys from school and I certainly wouldn't marry a man who wouldn't let me have other boyfriends at the same time as I was married to him."

Part of me wanted to ring the school and tell the principal what I'd just seen but a larger part of my subconscious mind was screaming 'No!' The last thing I wanted to do was draw attention to what my daughters and their friends were getting up to during their lunch break.

1,408 Words.

I'm sorry that this story is so short but I was writing it while waiting to be taken into hospital for an operation, writing helped keep my mind off of all the things that could go wrong and the pain and everything.

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