Bosterita Solange, la apuesta

My name is Solange, I'm from Buenos Aires, a fanatic fan of Xeneize thanks to my dad, brunette, short, young, with a big ass and crazy about cock, I'm the typical girl with long hair who has mischievous eyes like perverts who look at me on the street.

In 2018, the Libertadores Cup semifinal was being played between River and Boca, and I was watching the away game, making a small bet with three hens that ended up affecting my mental health...

That night we got together to watch the game, they three and I. All River fans except me in my Boca jersey. I'm used to being alone among men... I know their tastes, their coarseness, their virtues and miseries, and I know that when it comes to football everyone brings passion to the surface.

They were singing, cheering for their team, annoying me a bit to vary but everything was going well and quietly. As soon as the game started, the VAR (as always helping River) awarded a penalty to them. The guys first celebrated, hugged each other a bit, and already at that height they started joking with my ass:

Get ready for that tiny ass because River is going to culiar Boca once again, eh... haha one of them said while the others laughed at the occurrence.

When they kicked the penalty and scored the first goal, they hugged each other, jumped, fell on the floor of the room, grabbed me, and made me part of their celebration. I got up in a huff and felt like someone was giving me a slap on the booty. I didn't say anything.

I stood there, too nervous to sit down, they went back to their places and I stayed there next to them. Like the first time, I didn't say anything when they slapped my ass, these confident ones with some beers on top, had like a ritual: every time River approached the goal or had a scoring situation, they would shout, grab me, shake me, and of course, slap my ass.

Of course, I understood that all this show was to be able to grope me...

'This night we're going to eat Solcito,' they shouted, and puff, Hand slap on the Booty. I had a jean on and, as I said before, my Boca jersey. At one moment between all the squeezing and slaps, I felt like my Booty was starting to get swollen.

Not much time passed when one of those bastards said: We're going to take this slut's Booty tonight with her stupid t-shirt on

Oh, people... Why did he say that?

They put me in between the three of them, made a circle and started singing louder than they had shouted the first goal:

This is the famous River...the famous River Plate, lower your pants, we're going to take it...

After that, they adapted the song to me, saying my name and silly things that made me laugh.

I was outnumbered, it was hard to contain the excitement of the three of them, even without my consent, they had already decided what was going to happen.

The game continued, I was more worried about my butt than about the game, if they grabbed all three of us, they were going to destroy it...

The game ended two to zero in favor of RiBer, and then the guys started celebrating and carrying me:

Hand over the brownie, hand over the brownie, Solange...hand over the brownie, haha

They were reviling my jersey, jumping, hugging, and mocking each other like they were at the Monumental Stadium, until one moment when the three of them calmed down and said: Well, are you going to give the party to River's crowd or run away like a total bimbo?

Those words touched my pride, they could say what they wanted about us... but Run? That would never happen. Besides, if I gave in, they would be able to have the complete party...

I nodded my head, indicating that they were going to be able to possess me, and they took me to the host's room. My only request was that before starting, they use lubricant or a cream (after all, I didn't want to go home having lost the game and with my butt torn apart on the same day).

Then I took off my pants and underwear when I wanted to take off my jersey, but they stopped me: No, Sole, not with that t-shirt on We want... me said one. They played a quick game to decide who would start, who would follow and who would end that torture. The first one settled me in four, at that moment I felt a creamy ring finger on my anus, the son of a slut at least had a little pity and was passing a lubricant while opening my Booty. In a moment I got excited because he threatened to enter through the vagina but the others yelled that the bet was only for the Booty. The miserable one sarcastically thanked the reminder and then pushed into my ass. Here I was, in four, waiting for the punishment that was due to me for having lost and facing a type who at that moment could be any forward from RiBer's history just about to score a goal, this time in the ass of an xeneize. As soon as he entered it hurt a lot and I exclaimed 'ahhhhh'. That generated general laughter and a shout of goal from the boys. While one was penetrating me, the others sang the hits that always sound at the Monumental. This was the worst, giving my ass to these three, come what may, but knowing they were going to break my ass, with my shirt on and carrying against my team all the time, was the worst of life. They recounted the historic goals of the classics... I knew by heart the account of Pity's goals, Juanfer's, Pratto's, Nacho's, etc., etc., etc. And at the end they shouted: 'Goal in Boca's ass...' The chant didn't stop, those who waited their turn drummed and sang without stopping: 'This is the gallinero band, the one that fucks the bosteros...' and more... I was on my stomach with my mouth biting the pillow, enduring the thrusts of that Booty opening. After a while like this, he straightened me up, grabbed under my belt and put the other on my shoulder, as if making a fulcrum with rapid and dry movements, giving constant blows, like a dog that gets stuck with another, only here the slut was me. The crowd sang, the bastard waved and I... I thought in that moment that there were still two more to come... I wasn't going to be able to sit for a week! The first one came, came, came, until he got tired and asked for a change. On my part, there was no rest, the second one barely stood up, and here I was with my elbows on the bed, ready to be penetrated by the Booty for the second time that night. I turned around and told him: slow down, because there's still another one after you. Little by little, the Booty opened up, and what were once cries of pain started turning into pleasurable moans. The cock of the second one was going in and out with little effort, and my pussy was getting wetter than before. The chants continued... so did the worn-out ones: break the ass to the bimbo, I could hear it, I felt like the balls were hitting my sex and it excited me more and more. It's incredible how much passion there is for football, I had already hooked up with them in different situations and separately, but none of them looked as excited as that night and everything was because of my Boca jersey... The guy was taking me with rage, force, and a perverted face, biting his teeth. Take a broken ass, take a bimbo he said while the others shouted: With a Booty like that you have to receive the fans' abuse from River every day By then it was a real football pitch in the room, the guys were chanting and drumming, the bed creaked against the wall with the movements, the balls hit my ass making a ploc, ploc and my small screams and moans echoed in the air without any shame. Ahhh my bum, perverts, my bum ahhhhhhhhhh With each of my little moans it was like they were shouting another goal... At that moment, the bastard who was screwing me took hold of my horse, pulled my head back with his hand and whispered in my ear: Do you see what we do to Boca's bum? I'm only breaking your ass like River did tonight with your team... And he continued: Give it Blowjob, tell River it's breaking Boca's ass.
It was the ultimate humiliation in football, they were screwing me with my team's jersey and on top of that I had to say something like that...
I hesitated a bit, biting my lips in silence, but another stronger rush and a kick in the Booty, along with a new order convinced me.
There I was, on all fours with Boca's jersey, with a River fan's cock buried in my ass, groaning and shouting such an atrocity against my team...
AAAAY AYYY RIVER IS BREAKING BOCA'S ASS....
At that moment the bastard asked everyone to be quiet and told me to repeat it louder.
RIVER IS THE ONE IN CHARGE
I LOVE THE DOLL'S COCK AND RIVER'S COCK...
AAAAY AYYY RIVER IS BREAKING BOCA'S ASS....,
The first two phrases came out of my soul like all my fluids left my vagina and went down my leg... the rooster hadn't asked for that but accompanying my orgasm those things came out of my mouth.
Some seconds of silence remained in the air until the biggest scream of the night exploded:
THIS IS FAMOUS RIVER, FAMOUS RIVER PLATE, GET DOWN YOUR PANTS WE'RE GOING TO SCREW YOU
Endless shouts and laughter followed while I made my sacrifice for the happiness of the rival fans...
And so the party went on until the referee blew the final whistle. When everything ended they were all happy and satisfied.
To finish, already with my Booty broken and full of semen, I got down on my knees, the three of them stood in a circle in front of me and like a porn movie also filled my face and Boca Juniors' jersey with semen...
I turned over in bed, my Booty was red from all the slaps, full of bites and my team was totally humiliated between all the jokes and chants..
It took me some time to get up, I walked out limping and helped by the guys who took me to the bathroom to give me a shower. I managed to recover some strength to return home without raising many suspicions from my poor father. Poor little dad! who would have known he that besides his team, Ribber was also breaking the ass of his little daughter... Well, that was the story. Greetings.