As a kid I never enjoyed soccer because I was bad at it, so whenever I heard the words "Game of soccer lads?" I would cringe. But it was different this time when I heard a female voice ask. I didn't think girls played soccer. I turned towards them and beheld six huge healthy girls looking down at me in full kit. Their red jerseys stretched at the chest under the pressure of containing their huge boobs. "Yeah!" I said, thinking I could take these girls on no bother. Big mistake...
The girls spread out around me. Their huge chests wobbled in their jerseys as they ran around me. I looked at them confused "Er... wait... what are the teams? Where are the goals? Hello?".
They didn't answer. Instead they teased me to take the ball off of them. When I tried to do this they got rough. They would push and pull me and whack me in the face with their heaving bosoms. I couldn't cry fowl because I had no idea what to do. Breast tackle? This was the first time I played with girls so I never came across this situation before.
I finally got the ball when I intercepted what seemed like a suspiciously slow pass. The girls then surrounded me and all at once went for me. I lost the ball and my face was smothered in many pairs of huge sweaty breasts. They thrashed around and everything went dark and disorienting. We fell in a heap and the ball was long gone, but they still thrashed me around, rubbing their tits off my face, shoulders, arms and body roughly. I could hear their heavy breathing and was covered in big sweaty tits rubbing off me. They held me down for a while and took turns having their way with me. It was a while before I saw the light of day.
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