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Authors name: Jake (Address withheld by request)
Story title : Texas Taxi Squad Rape
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Texas Taxi Squad Rape (M+/F, rp)
by Jake (Address withheld by request)
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A group of horny College Football players play a game of
poker to decide which one of their girlfriends to gang-
bang against her will.
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During the mid eighties I went to college at a major
Southwest University on a football scholarship. As it
turned out, along with myself there were three other
guys from my hometown in Texas on the team.
Since we had played against each other most of our
lives, we became good friends once we reached the
college level. As it turned our, none of the four of us
ever became full time starters. We all were good special
team players, and were used mostly on kick-off and punt
situations. We became known as "The Texas Taxi Squad".
Once we knew that none of us was destined to become NFL
stars, we figured we would become major party animals at
school. The four of us did everything together, and even
shared an apartment the last two years of school.
Because of the story I am about to relate, I cannot use
any of our real names. We were three white guys and one
black guy. For the sake of this story I'm John, the
other two white guys are Bill and Al, and our black
friend is Bud. As I said, we were inseparable, and best
friends. Our goals were to fuck as many girls as we
could, and party till we dropped.
During our senior year, we all had girlfriends. At the
time, none of us felt committed to those girls, but we
all felt it was great to have a regular sex partner.
Bill and I both dated sophomores that were cheerleaders
at School. Al was with another Senior, who like us was
into drinking and partying. Bud had a relationship with
a girl from town that worked in a Convenience Store. She
was about 5 years younger than us.
One Sunday, the four of us were recovering from a hard
game the previous night. We were sitting around the
apartment, drinking beer and playing poker. We were each
telling about how the sex was with our various
girlfriends. They all seemed to have special talents.
Bill's cheerleader liked oral sex better than
intercourse.
He told us that he could get her to give him a blowjob
anytime, anyplace. That she loved to swallow, and
claimed to come herself every time he shot a load into
her mouth. Bud's local girl was this Black intercity
kid. She worshipped him, and probably saw him as her
ticket to a better life. Bud had turned her into his
wanton sex slave. She was at his beck and call, and
never turned down anything he wanted to do.
Bud laughed as he told us he loved to fuck her ass, pull
out at the last second and come deep in her throat. He
even said that if he told her to, she would fuck all of
us just to satisfy his command.
Al's girlfriend was Maggie we all knew about already.
During the course of our years in college, we'd all been
with Maggie more than once. At times she was just like
one of the boys, and would stay with us drink for drink.
While we had all fucked her, this was the first time one
of us was in a "serious" relationship with her. My
girlfriend, Karen was honestly the best looking of the
bunch. She was 5' 4", with perfect teeth, straight
shoulder length blond hair, clear blue eyes, a 34-24-36
figure that showed years of training. She looked every
inch of the small town girl that she was. Karen was a
walking sex fantasy in every way. I told the guys that
we had pretty straight sex.
Karen claimed that other than a high school encounter, I
was the only sex partner she'd had. It took a solid
month of dating before I scored beyond oral sex. She
liked to be romanced, and lovemaking with her was a
nightlong adventure with lots of hugging loving words.
While she was labor intensive, I felt she was worth it
since the sex itself was so good.
As the night rolled along, and the beer flowed, an idea
hit us about raping one of our girlfriends. We decided
that it would be wild to really force sex on someone,
and go at it with no inhibitions.
As we talked we all admitted that none of us was really
committed to the girls we were with, so that wouldn't be
a problem. We also decided that we could only do this
once so that the police would never see some sort of
pattern.
We finally devised a plan, and then played some serious
poker to find the lucky winner. I lost, so Karen became
our victim. The plan was set for two weeks from that
Sunday, and we worked out all the details.
That Sunday, I took Karen out to movies and a dinner. We
kept hitting a flask I had brought so that by the end of
the night we were both pretty loaded. As we entered the
restaurant parking lot, an old Van pulled up, and three
hooded guys dressed in black jumped out. A hood was
placed over Karen's head, and she was roughly thrown
into the van's side doors. With a quick look around to
make sure we weren't seen, I jumped in behind them. As
we drove, not a word was spoken, but Karen was
handcuffed, as one of the guys reached around and duck
tapped her eyes.
We drove to a secluded cabin in the woods that we knew
was only used during the summer for vacation by some
city family. Once there, Karen was pulled in, her
clothing was cut from her body, and both hands were
handcuffed to the metal headboard. In a gruff voice, one
we had never heard, (very street ghetto sounding) Bud
told her that if she made one sound she would be killed.
He told her that she was about to be "sexed" by the
"Crips" and that there was nothing she could do. He told
her that is she fought at all she would be cut so much
no one would ever look at her again. He asked her if she
understood, and she nodded yes. He then told her to open
her mouth, and he motioned to Al to start fucking it. He
did.
During the next 5 hours we fucked Karen in every
possible way. She had come dripping from her mouth,
cunt, and ass. She was very bruised, and tears had
leaked under the duck tape and stained her face. We were
all drained, and couldn't think of anything else to do
to her. We rested for a hour or two, and the four of us
each fucked her at least one more time. At that point we
all got dressed. Then with apologetic nods, the three of
them started to beat the shit out of me. No bones were
broken, but I would have major bruises for weeks to
come. I was then tied up, outside and my three friends
left.
About 2 hours later a squad car pulled up as the result
of an anonymous phone call. An ambulance was called, and
Karen and I were taken to a local hospital. My story
never changed, a bunch of black guys took us by surprise
and threw us in a van. I was tied up where they found
me, and had been beaten badly. I never saw anything
because of the duck tape over my eyes, but it sounded
like about 6 or 7 guys. Karen was very little help to
the police, and in the days before DNA testing, the
physical evidence didn't help at all.
Once out of the Hospital, Karen's parents pulled her out
of school, and I never heard from her again. When I
called her home, her parents were very nice to me,
assured me that I was not to blame, but said that I
would bring back horrible memories to their traumatized
daughter.
It took a while before my friends and I really talked
about what we had done. We all felt we had gone to a
place we didn't know we had in us. Al did admit that he
got excited each time he thought about it and that
overall it was a great.
Bud felt guilty about it, especially since he had done
the "talking", and had made it into kind of a "black
terror" thing. But despite that, he'd always say, "Man
could that little white thing suck cock", and we'd all
get a laugh.
Bill never said much. His girlfriend Susan had been a
good friend of Karen, and she was very touched by the
incident. Bill told us that Susan was always looking
around, was afraid to go off campus, and needed to be
held a lot of the time. Me, I was not happy about the
beating I was forced to take. I felt that getting to at
least fuck the other guy's girlfriends should be my
reward.
In fact Bud did let me fuck his young friend. It was
very weird, not only was she my first black chick, but
she never said a word the whole time I was doing her. At
the end, I saw a look of hate in her eyes I had never
seen before. Bud said that she was so pissed that he had
forced her to fuck me she started calling him her pimp.
They broke up shortly after this.
When Al broke up with Maggie, I dated her for a short
time. But as I said earlier, I had been with her before,
so it was no real payback. I started to pressure Bill to
let me fuck Susan. In fact we all did, making the point
that in four years of college we'd all fucked many of
the same girls. Bill finally got very upset, and moved
from our little apartment. That was the official break
up of the Texas Taxi Squad. Right after graduation, Bill
married Susan, and none of us were invited. As time went
on, we all went our separate ways.
Over the years since the rape, Bill has gone on the
become a very wealthy CEO of a "Dot Com." Company. His
wife, Susan is in the news all the time for the many
charities she supports, mostly "Arts" or Women's
Issues." As the years have passed, I've always wondered
how different our lives would have been if Bill had not
drawn a pair of 3's that night. You see, our game had
been "low ball".
Going into the fifth card, I felt very secure with my
"Ace High" hand. The other two guys had already paired
up, but Bill was showing a 10 high hand. My Ace/ Jack
combo seemed a sure winner, but on that last card, Bill
got the second 3.
I wonder how different things would have been if I'd
drawn different cards that night. I also wonder what it
would have been like to get one of Susan's special
blowjobs. Oh well, life goes on.
THE END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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