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The Three Billie Girls Gruff
by Oosh (oosh@nerve.com)
September 2000
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A fairytale of the erotic kind. (FF, oral, fantasy)
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Once upon a time, there were three sisters. Their names
were Billie Jane, Billie Jean, and Little Billie Girl
Gruff.
Billie Jane was the biggest; Billie Jean was middle-
sized; and Little Billie Girl was the youngest.
"We're the Billie Girls Gruff," they said, "We like to
have fun."
But one day, Billie Jane said, "I'm bored. Let's go to
the toyshop!"
And Billie Jean said, "Yes, let's! Come on! Let's go
and have some fun!"
So the three sisters dressed in their finest clothes.
Billie Jane wore her smart black leather trouser suit
and a short red t-shirt that showed off her pierced
tummy-button. And she wore her high, high heels. Oh,
and she wore red, red lipstick. Billie Jean wore a
tight-fitting knee-length black dress, seamed
stockings, a red necklace, and red high heels. Yes, she
had red lipstick too. And Little Billie Girl wore a
tight, tight white cardigan, her little short blue
mini-skirt and yes, bright red lipstick too.
- What shoes did she wear? She was a bit too young for
high heels, so she wore flip-flops.
And off they went to the toyshop, and they all looked
very pretty.
But when they got near the toyshop, they came to the
river. And the toyshop was on the other side.
"Oh, dear!" cried Billie Jane. "How are we going to get
across the river?"
They obviously couldn't swim, because it would spoil
their pretty clothes.
"Look, there's a bridge over there!" cried Billie Jean.
"But isn't there a crone under that bridge?" asked
Little Billie Girl Gruff doubtfully. I've heard it said
that if you go on to that bridge, she will catch you
and eat you ALL up."
"You leave her to me," said Billie Jane. I'll go first,
because I'm the eldest. If I can get across, you'll
know that it is safe."
The three sisters agreed that this was the best plan.
They thought that Billie Jane was ever so brave.
So off Billie Jane went in her high heeled shoes, clip
clop, clip clop, on to the bridge. And at once the
crone appeared, big and fierce, with a knife in one
hand, and a fork in the other.
"Who are you?" she demanded fiercely.
"I'm Billie Jane Gruff, and I like to have fun."
"Well, Billie Jane, this is MY bridge," roared the
crone, "and if you come any further, I'll eat you ALL
up."
"Oh no, dear lady," protested Billie Jane, flickering
her lovely long eyelashes at the crone. "I'm old and
tough and bitter. My younger sister Billie Jean will be
here before long. She's much tastier than I am. Look,
she's standing over there. Doesn't she look delicious?"
The crone looked, saw Billie Jean and licked her lips.
"Mmm, she does look tasty," she said, lowering her
knife and fork. "Very well, you may cross the bridge."
So Billie Jane trotted, clip clop, clip clop, over the
bridge and off to the toyshop.
"Look, she let Billie Jane cross!" cried Billie Jean
with delight. "I'll go next, just to make extra sure
it's safe."
And so she went in her high heeled shoes, clip clop,
clip clop, on to the bridge. Again, up jumped the
crone, big and fierce, with a knife in one hand, and a
fork in the other.
"Who are YOU?" she screeched.
"I'm Billie Jean Gruff, and I like to have fun."
"Well, Billie Jean, this is MY bridge," roared the
crone, "and if you come any further, I shall eat you
ALL up."
"Oh no, madam, pray don't do that," protested Billie
Jean, opening her lovely blue eyes as wide as they
would go. "Don't eat me. I may be rather tasty, but my
lovely little sister will be here before long. She's
delicious and tiny and tender! Look, she's standing
over there. Doesn't she look absolutely scrumptious?"
The crone looked, saw Little Billie Girl Gruff and
licked her lips. "Mmm, you are right: she is a tender
little morsel indeed!" She lowered her knife and fork.
"Very well, you may go across the bridge."
So Billie Jean trotted, clip clop, clip clop, over the
bridge and off to the toyshop.
"Well," thought Little Billie Girl Gruff. "If they can
do it, I can do it."
So off went Little Billie Girl Gruff, flip flop, flip
flop, and on to the bridge. And once more, up jumped
the crone, big and fierce, with a knife in one hand,
and a fork in the other.
"And who are YOU?" she roared in a terrible voice.
"Please ma'am, I'm Little Billie Girl Gruff, and I like
to have fun."
"You do, do you? Well, Little Billie Girl Gruff, this
is MY bridge, and if you come any further, I shall eat
you ALL up."
"Pooh!" retorted Little Billie Girl Gruff. "I see you
are a person of NO refinement."
"Refinement?" said the crone, startled. "Refinement?"
"I am far too tender and tasty a morsel to be gobbled
up like pizza," said Little Billie Girl Gruff airily.
"I am a delicacy, and should be savoured slowly. You
can put that knife and fork away for a start."
"Oh. And how precisely should you be eaten?" asked the
crone, lowering her knife and fork uncertainly.
"Where were you brought up?" snorted Little Billie Girl
Gruff contemptuously. "How do you think a girl such as
I should be eaten? - Under the bridge, of course!"
Meanwhile, Billie Jane and Billie Jean had lots of fun
in the toyshop.
Eventually, it grew late.
"Let's go home now," said Billie Jane Gruff. "Let's go
and have some fun with our new toys!"
So off they went, clip clop, clip clop, back to the
bridge.
Then Billie Jean turned to Billie Jane, looking a
little conscience-stricken.
"Ooh!" she said, "I wonder what's happened to Little
Billie Girl Gruff."
So they stole slowly, clip... clop... clip... clop...
over the bridge.
"Little Billie Girl Gruff? Little Billie Girl Gruff?
Are you there?" they called out softly.
At first they didn't hear anything. But after a little
while, they heard some quiet moaning.
"Little Billie Girl Gruff? Is that you? Are you all
right, Little Billie Girl Gruff?" they called.
"Oh, I'm just... Ohh! ...just teaching the crone
some... hmmm... table manners." The voice seemed to be
coming from underneath the bridge.
"Don't you want to come home and have some fun with our
new toys?" Billie Jane and Billie Jean called out.
"Oh, later... much later..." came the faint reply.
So Billie Jane shrugged at Billie Jean; and Billie Jean
shrugged at Billie Jane; and off they went, clip clop,
clip clop, to have some fun with their toys.
- What's that? Why were they called Gruff? Well, dear,
that's a story I'll tell you when you're older.
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Moral: So what if the grass is greener on the other
side? Make hay under the bridge.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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