The Three Jiggly Girls Gruff

Once upon a time there was a very sexy girl who was stuck with the unpleasant job of taking care of her very sick roommate because everyone else was out of town for the holidays. Her roommate. however, was not a very polite patient. He whined and moaned about how sick he was and expected her to do everything for him largely just because she was a girl. He was also taking looks at her generous cleavage whenever he was able to, and he was not being subtle about it at all, just opening gawking. By the evening she was quite tired of him.

Finally she thought he had fallen asleep, and she changed into her nightgown to go to bed herself. She had just settled down to go to sleep when she heard him call for her one more time. When she got to his room the first thing he asked for was a glass of water. She, of course, went and got it for him but as she came back she could feel his eyes staring at her breasts as they jiggled in her nightgown, now that she had removed her bra before going to bed. Once he was finished with the glass of water he said to her, "Will you please tell me a story?"

"Well, yeah, I guess so," she said. "What sort of story would you like?"

"I want a sexy story, One with big jiggly boobies in it," he said, much to her surprise ad irritation.

"What? Are you serious?" The staring had been one thing, but asking her to tell him a sexy story seemed ridiculous.

"Please!" he begged. "I'm so sick, and I just need this one last thing. I'm sure that afterwards I'll have no problem going to sleep."

"Alright, fine, whatever." So she thought for a moment or two and then began. "Okay, this is the tale of the three jiggly girls gruff. Once upon a time there were three sisters who lived on a mountain."

"Were they all busty?" he asked.

"Yes," she sighed, "they all had big jiggling boobs. That's why they were called the three jiggly girls gruff."

"Why were they called gruff?"

"Because they were often short with guys who kept staring at their tits, okay?"

"Okay."

"And once it got to be summer time it was time for them to move from their mountain cottage down to their beach cottage. So they packed their things up and put on their summer bikinis (the tops of which were not very supportive so you can imagine lots of jiggling in the rest of the story even if I don't specifically mention it). And due to logistical difficulties which I do not wish to discuss they headed off to the beach each separated by a few minutes from the others, the littlest first and the eldest last.

"Between their Mountain House and their beach house there was a bridge which they had to cross. And underneath that bridge there lived a big mean troll."

"Did he have a big dick?" her sick roommate asked her.

"Oh yes," she said. "A huge hard cock and big. low-hanging balls too.

"The youngest sister was the first to cross the to come to the bridge and she went merrily trip-trapping across the bridge. It was a wooden rope bridge and it bounced up and down as she walked on it.

"From under the bridge the troll stared lasciviously at her bouncing cleavage and he said, 'who is that bouncing their boobs as they trip-trap across my bridge?'

"And the youngest sister said, 'It is only I, the youngest jiggly girl gruff.'

"And the troll said, 'Well, I am going to motorboat your boobs and then stick my dick between them and then come over all over them!'

"But the youngest jiggly girl crush said 'Oh no, don't waste your load of sticky cum on my boobs! I'm only a double D cup. You should wait for my sister who will be along in a few minutes and whose boobs are much bigger than mine. She's an F cup.'

"And so the troll said, 'An F cup, hmm? Very well then be off with you, but don't let me catch you crossing my bridge again or I'll have to spank you and then cum between your tits.'

"And so the youngest jiggly girl gruff went on her way.

"Next, the middle jiggly girl gruff came trip-trapping across the bridge, her boobs bouncing in her bikini top as she walked. And once more the troll leered lasciviously at her, and he said, 'Who is that bouncing their generous cleavage as they trip-trap across my bridge?'

"And the middle sister said, 'It is only I, the middle jiggly girl gruff.'

"'Well,' said the troll, 'I'm going to have to stick my face in your jiggling boobs and then fuck them with my big cock until I cum all over them.'

"'Oh no,' said the middle sister, 'you shouldn't waste your load on my breasts, they're only barely F-cups. My sister is coming along soon and she's got big jiggly H-cups like you've probably never seen on such a slender girl. She's the one you should tit fuck.'

"And visions of even bigger jiggling tits swam in the troll's head and he said, 'okay, begone with you then, but if you ever cross my bridge again, be well prepared for me to ravish your breasts.'

"Soon along came the eldest jiggly girl gruff. Her sisters had sent her text messages to warn her about the troll, so she had put on her pointiest high heels. A few minutes later, she click-clacked onto the bridge in those high heels, her big breasts jiggling in her tiny bikini top.

"'Who's that trip-trapping, wait, is that more of a click-clack? Wow. Look at those heels. Are those stilettos?' asked the troll.

"'Yup, they are. And I'm the biggest jiggly girl gruff,' she replied.

"Admiring her big lovely tits, he said, 'Wow, yes you are! Those tits are amazing! I'm gonna grab them and squeeze them and then motorboat them. And then you're gonna wrap them around my big dick, and I'm going to fuck them until I cum all over them.' He climbed over the railing of the bridge and began advancing towards her. He was naked, his hard cock waving and twitching in anticipation, and his big balls hanging low beneath.

"'You're welcome to try,' she said, with a smirk."

The boy who was listening to her tell the story interjected, "Are they finally gonna fuck?"

She looked down at him. She could see his erection poking up, tenting the sheets. "Just keep listening." Then she continued the story, "His eyes ran up and down her body, and he began to salivate with anticipation as he approached her. But as soon as he got in range, she suddenly kicked him hard right in the balls, the point of her high heel shoe smashing into his left ball. He howled in pain and began to jump around. Before he could move far out of range, she stepped in towards him and kicked him again once more catching his left ball. And he howled and howled in pain and grabbed at his balls and started to look as though me might fall over.

"But she moved in even closer and he was distracted for just a moment as her big, jutting breasts touched his chest, but then she brought her knee up hard and fast and smashed it into his crotch, smashing both his balls and his hands which were trying in vain to protect them.

"And he fell to the ground before her and curled up in the fetal position. 'Please!' he said, 'Don't smash my poor balls any more. I'll do anything you want, just don't smash them.'

"She grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up to a sitting position. Then she stepped in and managed to trap one of his balls between a board of the bridge and the toe of her shoe. 'Okay,' she said, 'I'll promise that I won't hurt your balls any more if you promise to stop harassing girls who cross this bridge.' She began to lean forward, putting more and more pressure on his trapped testicle.

"'Oh, please, stop, I won't do it any more. Please believe me,' he howled.

"'Do you swear?' she asked, continuing to press down.

"'Oh, yes! Oh, please stop! I swear! I swear I'll never do it again!'

"'Great!' she said, releasing his testicle from under her foot. 'And I swear that I will never hurt your balls again.'

"He looked very relieved. 'Oh, thank you,' he said, 'and I'll really be good, I promise. I'm so glad you're not going to hurt my balls any more. I don't think I could have taken any more.'

"'Hmm, well, I guess we'll find out. Because I said that I wouldn't hurt your balls any more, but my sisters didn't make any promises,' she said gesturing towards the far end of the bridge where her sisters had returned.

"He face went pale as they came striding towards him. Their breasts were still bouncing very sexily, but the look in their eyes made their purpose clear. He tried to run, but the biggest sister blocked him and then grabbed him around the neck with her arm such that he was bent at the waist with his head against her side. He had to spread his legs to steady himself and suddenly realized how exposed this left his nuts. He tried to struggle more, but it was too late.

"The middle sister kicked hard and fast from behind him, her foot smashing his already aching orbs up against his body causing him to shriek in pain. His legs started to give out, but the biggest sister tightened her grip even more and pull upwards, forcing him to remain standing.

"The little sister waited a few moments, watching him squirm. Then she grabbed him by the hips and gave him a hard knee from behind smashing his balls terribly. He yelled in pain and the biggest sister finally released him to collapse to the ground.

"The girls smirked at him as he rolled around in pain, holding his aching balls. 'Now, remember your promise,' the eldest sister said, 'or we'll be back.' The end."

"That wasn't very sexy at all," the boy complained. "There wasn't any fucking."

"Oh, I disagree. I think that the troll got pretty well fucked. And I think it was very sexy. In my experience, there's nothing sexier than when a sexy woman gives some jerky guy a good ball busting." And with that, she leaned forward over the bed and punched him hard in the balls. He howled in pain, his balls being extra tender because of his illness, but she just smirked at him. "Now go to sleep, asshole, and stop staring at my tits so much unless you want more of that."

And with that, she got up and went back to her own room where she climbed into bed and then quietly jilted herself off, thinking about the sexy story she'd told and the very effective ballbusting she'd just done for real, and she went to sleep feeling very contented.

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