Erageous' Hot Tales!
Caution: This fictional story contains concentual explicit sexual situations with a minor and is intended for Adults Only.
This story is only fantasy, and children should never be molested.
Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental.

Syndi
by erageous

The doorbell rang and Syndi ran to answer it. It was Sunday night, the table had just been cleared from dinner, and the thirteen year old raced to see who was at the door. She threw the door open hoping it was Ann or Traci, but to her surprise it was Coach Davis, from Junior High. "Oh! Coach. Hi."
"Hi, Syndi, are your parents home?" He asked in that soft deep voice of his. Syndi was now worried, was she in trouble at school?
"Uh, Yea..." She said, looking to see if he was carrying any papers. He wasn't, good. "Dad!" She called out as her father and mother came walking in from the kitchen. "It's Coach Davis."
"Yes, we're expecting him." Her father reached out and shook the much larger blackman's hand. "Mr. Davis, please come in." Syn stepped back as her father greeted her gym teacher, now she was worried. They were expecting him!! Her father put a calming hand on her shoulder. "Why don't you go sit down in the living room." It didn't calm her. Syn walked into the living room her mind racing through the last couple of weeks, trying to find something she did that she had done to bring her gym teacher here to talk to her parents.
Syn should have been paying more attention.
Had she been looking in the mirror, she would have seen the quick mouth-to-mouth kiss her mother gave Coach Davis. Syn spun when mother's hand touched her shoulder. "Sit between us." she said gently. It didn't sound as if they were mad. Syn and her mother sat on the small love-seat facing the full size couch, her father had walked off but came back in as Coach Davis sat. He handed the small stack of official looking papers he brought to the coach.
"They're all filled out, so these are your copies."
"Excellent." Coach Davis said looking over the sheets of paper. "I've gotten my papers from your attorney." Attorney? Syn's mind reeled. "I take it that you haven't talked to Syndi about this?"
"Not yet." her mother said running her fingers through Syn's short fire-red hair. Syn loved having hair so shocking red, and her sandy blonde roots were only beginning to show. "We've talked about it at length, and we feel it's for the best, for Syn."
"What is?" Syndi spoke at last. "What's this about an attorney? What did I do?"
"It's not what you did, it's what you will do. For starters we're changing your schedule at school starting tomorrow." Her father said looking into his daughter's green eyes. "We're moving your study hall from 3rd to 7th hour."
"Why?"
"Because my 7th hour is sports prep and I have no classes to teach. You have gym with me 6th hour anyway. It will just make things easy." Coach Davis said not looking at her, but at the papers he held.
"Make what easier? What are you talking about?" Syn pushed.
"Your service." The Coach said.
"Honey," her mother said still stroking the back of her head, "from now on, we want you to obey Coach Davis as though he were one of us."
"What?"
"We feel, it's time you became a young lady, and learned what it is to be a woman." Her father said.
"Coach Davis is your Master now, and you are to serve and obey him in all things." Syn looked at her mother. This was insane, and yet... "I know it sounds weird," her mother leaned in for a kiss, "but you will learn to love it." her mother whispered into Syn's mouth. Syn had opened her mouth for her mother's kiss as she had done for years. Syn thought nothing of her mother's tongue against her lips. Although they rarely kissed in such a way in front of her father, and never in front of anyone else. Syn felt the familiar brush of her mother's tongue against her lips and reached out with her own tongue to meet it. Typically their tongues would gently touch, not probing into the other's mouth, but tonight her mother's tongue was more insistent. Syn could feel her mother's arousal, her hot breath in her mouth, the tight squeeze of her mother's hand on her leg. The kiss lingered long enough for Syn to warm to it, and begin to feel it between her thighs. The kiss ended and Syn realized that Coach Davis was watching her and she was a little embarrassed.
"Syndi, your mother and I have signed over custody of you to Coach Davis. He's your legal guardian now." Her father said softly.
"What?" Syn turned slowly, and the coach handed her the largest packet of the papers he held. Syn took them carefully and with trembling hands looked at the court documents. Her father did legal work for the city, she had seen such papers before. "You've given me up?" Syn said her eyes welling up with tears, as her world crumbled.
"Not at all baby." Her mother said softly kissing Syn's ear. "We want you to be happy and have a rich and full life. Your Master will give you all that and more."
"We've raised you to be a respectful, responsible young lady. Now it's time for you to learn about boys, and sex. Your black master can teach you those things better than we can." Her father said smiling down at her.
"Honey. You know that your father and I don't have intercourse any more. We don't actually fuck. "
"Not since after I was born." Her mother stroked her back as Syn looked at the papers.
"That's right. Your father and I still love each other...but he just can't satisfy me like I need."
"We got into a lot of arguments back then. But you see Syn, your mother needed something I just couldn't give her."
"I didn't know what it was either, but it was tearing us apart. Baby, I don't want you to go through the hell I did, the years I wasted, when I could have been happy. Baby, when you were about two, I serviced my first black man. I was ready to leave you, and your father. But he accepted it and encourages it. I found that what I needed were black lovers. It's like night and day, baby. Now that your father has stepped aside and allows me to enjoy black men, we both couldn't be happier."
"You... have sex..."
"Fuck. Say it." Her master corrected.
"You... fuck... black guys and it's ok with dad?" Syn looked at this woman. Was this her mother? It was like she had walked into a pornographic version of the Twilight Zone.
"Three or four a week. Depending." Her father answered. "I love your mother Syn. I love her and I want her to be happy. Just like we want you to be happy. We believe that once you get over this initial shock..."
"It's a shock." Syn said handing the papers back to Coach Davis.
"That you'll be grateful we did this for you." Syn's father ran his hand up and down her back, and smiled warmly. "You will continue to live here, and service your new master at school and on the weekends. Weeknights are for homework." Syn's mother turned her by the chin to face her. Her mother was smiling broadly with tears in her eyes.
"I am so happy for you. If only someone could have done this for me, at your age." Syn tilted her head and met her mother's kiss full on. This was not the kiss they normally shared at all. Her mother's tongue probed and searched the young girl's mouth. Syn was flooded with conflicting emotions. The kiss went straight to her sex, and yet it was her mother. Instinctively she raised her arms as her mother lifted her shirt breaking the kiss to pull it off over her head. Syn forgot for a moment that the coach was there then raised her hands to cover her small naked breasts. Both parents reached for her wrists, admonishing her with soft 'no's. Syn turned to face her teacher. His eyes caressed her naked chest.
"I am your master now Syndi. Say it." The three had agreed that Syn had final say, even though they didn't tell her. If she reacted strongly and refused, it would all be treated as a prank. Her mother had promised Coach Davis her daughter years ago, swearing that she would deliver Syn to him by the time her daughter was his student. Her mother and Syn spent lazy afternoons this last summer laying around masturbating, with her mother fantasizing about licking black cum from her daughter's face and well fucked pussy. Syn's mother took her by the elbow and coaxed her into standing. Syn looked down and watched her shorts pulled down by her mother's hands. "Syndi?" The coach asked again. The thirteen year-old stood naked before him. He looked at the hairless cleft between her legs, thankful that her mother insisted she keep it shaved. Desire burned within him. He was getting close to forcing her to obey.
Syn looked at her Gym teacher, he towered over both her parents at nearly 6'7", his head was shaved and wore a mustache and goatee. He was bulky, the result of military training. Sometimes when his students slacked off too much, the drill-instructor in him came out, and his students would call him 'Sarge', but not to his face. He wasn't a bad looking man in mid-thirties, he worked hard so he wouldn't go to fat. Syn knew that some of the girls fantasized about having sex with him, and would even tease him to see how far they could get. She was being offered to him, completely. All she had to do was surrender. "You are my master." The words shot through her father and filled his already hard cock. He shuddered, needing to come desperately. The coach stood and walked up to Syn as her parents each took a hand, keeping them at her sides. Syn's master gently touched her breasts and her nipples swelled under his touch. She sighed realizing how much she needed the touch. Her parents held her hands down and it helped. She could just let go, and yield to him. he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her gently, she opened her mouth but he did not offer her his tongue.
Syn was turned around and Coach Davis sat between her parents as she had done, both moved to make room. Once he sat her parents reached out and took her hands again. Her father and mother sat on the edge of the couch, facing each other and took Syn's hands again. Her master leaned in and gave her navel a wet kiss. Syn shuddered. Taking her by the hips he pulled her a little closer, she had to spread her legs to step over his feet, opening herself for him. "Say it again." Her master said kissing her navel again.
"You are my master."
"Will you obey me?"
"Yes."
"In all things?"
"Yes."
"'Yes, Master.'" Her mother corrected.
"Yes Master." Syn nearly jumped as her masters hand touched the soft folds of her sex.
"How often do you masturbate?" Her master asked as his black finger traced her lips. How could she think straight? She didn't want to answer that in front of her parents. "Obey and answer."
"Once, maybe twice a day."
"Master..." Her mother again corrected.
"Master."
"Have you sucked cock?"
"No, Master."
"Have you tasted cum?"
"Yes, mom has kissed me and given me some. Master."
"How many times?"
"Twice maybe three... Master." It was getting harder to think, his finger had become moist with her arousal and was now probing inside the folds of her sex, just brushing her clit. She was squirming a little trying to direct his finger.
"Are you still a virgin?" He asked swirling his finger around her opening. She sighed and her breathing deepened.
"Yes... Yes Master." His finger began easing inside her, moisture was not an issue. Syn felt his finger find her hymen. She loved to caress her hymen when she played with herself. His thumb found her clit and began rubbing. Syn shuddered and thought she was going to fall, she let out a loud moan. The new slave began cumming within moments, his finger felt huge within her tight virgin pussy. When she hit her second orgasm her master pushed two fingers completely inside her. She felt her hymen tear and cried out, bucking wildly, as her parents held on for the ride. Her master held his fingers inside her as she bucked and came. Hot tears rolled down her face, her body conflicted between pleasure and pain. Once she was able to calm down, her Master slowly drew his fingers from the velvet vice of her body. She was panting and shaking. His fingers showed traces of blood that her parents stared at. He wiped his hand on her thigh leaving a smudge of crimson, then he found her clit, and made her cum again. At last she collapsed on the floor, at his feet, where she belonged. Syn looked up at her mother who was flushed and breathing hard, then down at her slit and the smear of blood on her leg. She caught her breath and looked at her master. He reached for her, moved Syn back a bit, and stood up before her.
"You're so hot. Open your mouth." Syn did as she was told and glanced at her mother who showed her what he wanted. Drawing his cock from his pants, her master began stroking himself. "I'm going to cum in your mouth. Tomorrow you'll learn to suck cock." Her gaze was fixed on the swollen purple head that wiggled in front of her. He didn't take long and grabbed her head pushing the tip into her mouth as he began filling it with his hot cum. Syn was taken aback, she had never seen a man cum before, and had no idea. It was hot, and smooth like a warm custard in her mouth. "Swallow it." He ordered, but she had no choice. She tried her best, but still some leaked from her mouth. Once he was done shooting, he drew his cock back and sat. Syn looked up as her mother grabbed her shoulder, leaned in and licked the remainder from her chin.
Her fantasy at last fulfilled, she nearly came herself.
Syn was left on the floor to compose herself as the adults stood and walked to the door. "Is she everything I promised?" Her mother asked touching his ass.
"We'll see. It's a great start." He pulled her into him and kissed her hungrily squeezing her ass hard. "I'll be here Friday night for her."
"Of course." Her father said shaking the coach's hand. "Thank you." The coach only nodded and walked out into the night. After the door was closed he kissed his wife. "I love you."
"You need to cum as bad as I do?" She asked.
"Oh yea."