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