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Introduction:

We've all heard the tale, but here's the rest of the story, wherein we find out WHY Jack and Jill went up that hill to fetch that pail of water. And what happened up there anyway, to cause them to come tumbling down? Was it the water that made Jill's belly swell ... or Jack?
"Jack and Jill went up a hill, to fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke his crown, And Jill came tumbling after."


Jack and Jill - A Naughty Nursery Rhyme

by Lubrican


Once upon a time there was a boy named Jack, who had a twin sister named Jill. They lived with their widowed mother in a small cottage at the bottom of a big hill. You may even have heard of them. There was a well known poem that was written about them going up that hill to fetch a pail of water. But what you probably DON'T know is the REST of the story of what happened that day.

Jack was a strapping lad, 5'10", wide at the shoulders, narrow at the hips, with bulging muscles all over his body. That's because Jack spent most of his day going up and down that hill, fetching pails of water. His mother ran a laundry business, you see, and used a LOT of water. Because of this, Jack had procured bigger and bigger buckets, so he wouldn't have to make so many trips up and down the hill. These large buckets weighed a lot, and Jack got awfully buff carrying them.

The reason he didn't want to make so many trips wasn't because he was lazy. It was because in those days, only women brought clothes to the village laundress, so, if he was in or around the cottage, he got to see all the pretty girls as they brought their family's laundry. Now those girls weren't blind, and many of them looked very favorably on Jack's bulging muscles, so much so that the little shed in back of the cottage had been used many times by Jack, who wanted to show the girls ALL his muscles. He had a nice little mattress stashed out there and spent many happy times planted between the legs of a willing lass, more or less fucking their brains out.

In point of fact, there had been a rash of girls turning up with swollen bellies around the village. Had there been any detectives in the village, they would have found that the common denominator between all those girls was the fact that they all went to Jack's mother with their laundry.

So, you ask, why didn't one (or more) of those knocked up beauties claim Jack for the husband they all needed? It was because Jack was ... well ... stupid. Not one of those girls wanted to be stuck with him for a husband, because they all knew they'd starve if they had to depend on him for support.

So, you ask, why then did those girls have anything at all to do with this stupid boy? It was because Jack was ... well ... hung like a horse. And not any horse. He was hung like a Clydesdale, with a big fat cock that stayed hard through at least two orgasms and had a queer looking little tip on it that invariably nudged through a girl's cervix so that during those two orgasms (at least) his spooge shot straight into their nubile young wombs.

So, you ask, why, if he was so huge, and went in so deep, and was undoubtedly extremely painful to have in you for the first two or three minutes, did all these girls allow him to do just that? It was because it took Jack at least fifteen minutes to have those two orgasms of his, which meant the girls often had ten or twelve of them, almost in a row.

Which is how it was that Jack got caught by his twin sister Jill one day. She had been helping her mother, as usual, when she was sent to fetch a piece of rope from the shed. As she approached the half closed door, she heard coos and sighs and giggles coming from inside. When she peeked in, she saw Tammy Johnson with her skirts up around her stomach, legs spread wide and hands planted firmly on Jack's bare buttocks, pulling him toward her. Jack's trousers were down around his knees.

Jill heard a squishing sound and bent down to peer between his legs. there she saw Jack's heavy swinging sack full of juice, and in front of that was his wrist thick cock, burrowing into Tammy's welcoming pussy. Jack was huffing and puffing as he pounded in and out, and he sighed loudly as he said "I'm gonna do it again, Tammy, I'm gonna squirt again." Tammy looked like she couldn't hear him, or didn't care. Her mouth was open and her eyes shut as she wiggled all over that invading cock.

Then, to Jill's horror, she saw thick white cream spurting out all around the sides of her brother's penis and she knew that he had put his seed in poor Tammy's pussy. She thought he must be having his way with the poor girl, and reached for a shovel to bash him on the head and save her friend. But, as she raised it, she heard Tammy say "Ohhhhh Jack, I can feel it shooting way up inside me, and it feels soooo nice. Can you keep going a little more?"

Well, when Jill reported what she'd seen to her mother, the shit hit what would have been the fan if they'd have had fans back in those days. Jack was "grounded", which back then meant that he had to sit on the ground where his mother could see him until she sent him on some chore.

Poor Jack, used to emptying his balls in a willing girl four or five times a day was completely unhappy. And he couldn't even sneak off and get his rocks off because every errand his mother sent him on involved Jill going too. She was his watchdog. Other boys might have been mad that their sister ratted them out, but Jack loved his sister Jill and, in truth, he hadn't been spending much time working lately. He trudged into the house with a barrel of soap on his shoulder, a task that should have taken two grown men, and placed it gently on the floor. He casually made a fist and smashed the head of the barrel to pieces. "Here, Ma, I opened it for you," he said. His mother just shook her head and said "Jack, we need more water." As he turned to go get the bucket she added "And Jill, go with him."

Thus it was that Jack and Jill went up the hill, to fetch a pail of water.

Once there, Jack set the big bucket down. He went to the big handle on the spindle of the well and began to wind it, drawing up the first bucket of water to fill his big pail. Jill watched, as his big shoulder muscles bulged and rippled. She could see why the village girls hung around so much. He was a good looking boy. She felt a warm ball in the pit of her stomach as she watched him work. As soon as it was up he dumped it in the pail and then dropped the bucket back down the well. There was a long silent space as it fell and then a splash when it hit.

"Wow" said Jill. "I didn't know the well was so deep." She walked over and tried to look down the well. The wall around it was stone, and quite thick, and she couldn't see well, so she leaned further ... and further ... and further, until she was almost lying on top of the wall around the well.

A gust of wind blew her skirt up around Jill's waist. Jack stared. You see, in those days, panties, or "small clothes" as they were called then, were a luxury and only the wealthy wore them. So Jill's cute teenage muffy was obscenely exposed because her legs were also splayed open for balance as she tried to peer down into the well. Jill had an extremely cute muffy too. Her honey blond pubic hair was short and smooth, and did nothing whatsoever to cover up her plump pink pussy lips, which winked invitingly to Jack.

Or at least he thought they winked at him. Right then Jack had been suffering a case of the blue balls for about three days because his nooky had been cut off, so any pussy Jack saw would probably look like it was winking at him. In any case, Jack wasn't the sharpest tack in the box, and when he saw a pussy of any kind, he was used to sticking his aching boner in it and letting it squirt.

In a thrice (which today is sometimes called a "New York Minute") Jack had his trousers down around his ankles and had waded in between his sister's spread legs. His bone, which had been hard for over 24 hours now, was ready to go and, without thinking much about it, Jack stuck it in his sister's virgin pussy from behind.

Only one thing saved Jill from being ripped to shreds. Jack, primed to fire for days, had no sooner gotten the slim head of his massive hardon inside Jill's tight little pussy lips than he fired off a great salvo of thick slippery cum. That cum filled Jill’s pussy to the brim, producing a distinct farting sound as all the air in her pussy was expelled rapidly around Jack's invading prick. Then, as his rod bored on into her poor untried puss, all that slippery cum provided the lubrication that kept him from tearing her to pieces.

Still, her pussy, having had nothing larger than her own slim finger in it, rebelled mightily and clamped down hard. While Jack's peter wanted to go all the way, it was prevented. The force of his lunge, however, caused Jill to slide forward until her upper body was hanging unsupported over the empty well hole.

Thankfully, some dim part of Jack's mind saw that she was in danger of falling into the well and he reached out and grabbed her naked hips, pulling her backward forcefully.

Now, as stated before, Jack was a big boy, and when his muscles bulged, Jill's hips snapped back and her buttocks slammed into his abdomen. She, naturally, let out a banshee shriek, since that powered the rest of his oversized dick to the very end of her unused tunnel. In short, it felt like somebody had shoved a tree trunk up her snatch.

Well, that's how it felt to HER. For Jack it was a new sensation. Jill had been a virgin until his lust fixed that once and for all. She was therefore quite tight and her snug pussy was fighting with his invading cock, squeezing it and trying to push it back out. All of the girls Jack usually screwed were sluts, whose pussies were well used and loose as a result. So the feeling of having his long hard bone planted firmly in his sister's wonderfully tight pussy was something he noticed. "I love you Jilly" he grunted. Then he pulled out and slammed back in.

"OH! OUCH!! YOU SON OF A BITCH!! YOU'RE TEARING ME APART!!!" screamed Jill, who had already decided that this fucking business was WAY WAY overrated, and had all but given up men in the few short seconds she had experienced 'sex'.

But then an amazing thing happened. As Jack began pistoning his peter in and out of Jill's overstuffed pussy, it began to stretch. His first load of incestuous sperm had indeed made her pussy walls nice and slippery, which meant Jill began to feel the bumps and ridges of his cock as her channel was massaged by his fuck stick. Then, as she became even more used to the feel of something long and stiff inside her, she began to also feel it as the tip of his cock nosed into her cervix on each trip in. The millions of nerve endings in her cervix decided they LIKED being stimulated by his overbearing cockhead, and began sending "HEY! I LIKE THIS" signals to her brain.

"Ohhh my" she groaned, confused that her anger seemed to be fading away, as it was replaced by ... pleasure! Yes! And not only pleasure; very EXTENSIVE pleasure. Her pussy was tingling in a way that she instinctively knew would get better and better and better if she let him go on.

Jack, having blown his load early in the game, was content (and able) to happily ream out the luscious pussy in front of him, and he was having a great time. Granted, he was a little forceful, his loins smacking into Jill's butt cheeks with an audible sound every two or three seconds. And that caused the rest of Jill, primarily the front of her upper body, which included her soft, sensitive teen breasts, to rub forcefully on the rough stone of the well rim.

"JACK!! WAIT!! PLEASE, JUST A SECOND!!" yelled Jill. Her voice echoed out of the well and sounded like it was coming from all around him and Jack instantly stopped. Jill lifted her head. "Jack, it hurts my chest to rub on the stone. Please, let me turn around or something."

Jack hesitated, his cock still buried in nice warm pussy. Jill thought it was because he was suspicious she'd run away once he let her go, so she added "I won't run away, I promise."

Jack let go of her hips and pulled his cock slowly out of her body. She sighed as it went out ... and out ... and out ... and out, until there was a distinct "Plop" as the suction was broken. Jill suddenly felt very empty. Up to that moment, she had, indeed, planned on trying to talk some sense into her brother. She had hoped that, once he stopped and her dress was covering her again, he might be able to get control of himself and stop abusing her. But, as she turned around and saw what had, until only seconds ago, been buried inside her body, she shuddered and her pussy wept gobs of slick juice. Her plan changed.

"If I let you ... go on ... will you promise to take it out before you make a baby in me?" she said, looking guardedly at her brother, whose hand had gone to his cock and was stroking it casually.

Jack had been about to apologize for assaulting her and was going to beg for her to forgive him and the fact that he couldn't resist her. Instead, in a somewhat surprised voice he said "Um ... sure, OK" He was staring at the front of her dress where her breasts pushed out. "Are your boobies OK?" he asked.

Jill's hands came up an cupped her breasts, squeezing them slightly. She was surprised at how nice that felt. "Yes, they're fine." she answered.

"Can I see them?" asked her brother. A big drip of silvery cream oozed out of the tip of his cock and started to fall to the ground. It hung by a long white thread, swinging back and forth in the slight breeze.

Jill felt her pussy clench again. "Uh huh" she said, and opened the buttons of her dress. They went all the way down the front of her dress, and, when they were all open, she had the strangest urge to just drop the dress. She did so, standing naked before her brother.

Jack stared. He'd never seen any girl so beautiful in his life. She was perfectly formed. Her breasts were reddish from having been rubbed so hard during his earlier fuck thrusts. Her nipples were dark and turgid. He wanted to taste them. His cock dripped some more love juice as he shuffled toward his sister.

Jill saw him coming. She knew what was going to happen. He was going to plug that dripping monster back in her tight little pussy. The pussy in question spritzed at the thought. She decided that she didn't mind after all that this had happened. She turned quickly and lay her dress out on the ground, then sat down on it. She lay back, spreading her legs and raising her knees, making a saddle for him to mount her in. "Please ..." she whispered. "Be gentle."

Jack knelt between her open legs. His cock was so long that it flopped down, slapping her pussy lips. She winced and he realized how close he had come to hurting her earlier. For the first time he compared his cock to the abdomen of the girl he was about to put it in and realized just how big he was. For the first time in is life, Jack slid his prick into a lover tenderly, carefully, a little at a time. The top of his dong scraped along Jill's clitty, which had never felt anything like that, and immediately reported that it was INSANELY happy.

Jack was rewarded, when he finally felt his pubes mesh with hers, by her wail of happiness as she crashed into her very first orgasm. Her pussy went crazy, trying to eat his cock as it spasmed and writhed around the massive invader that was causing her so much pleasure. Her hips thrust upward suddenly, reclaiming the inch or two that Jack had just pulled out. She began chanting "Oh Jackie ... oh Jackie ... oh Jackie" and all he had to do was stay still as her pussy fucked his cock.

What happened next depends on which story you accept. Some folks think that Jack was just lost in the throes of pleasure and forgot his promise to pull out of his sister before he came. Others say that he stayed in her on purpose, hoping to fertilize her garden with his seed. Still others say that he DID pull out, and that the baby was the result of his FIRST ejaculation, when he first entered her. Regardless of who you believe - and Jack's not talking - it is crystal clear that at some point Jack's prick was lodged deep in his sister and that it went off like an exploding volcano. His sperm-laced semen flooded her pussy, and probably her womb itself, based on the fact that he could produce a full quarter of a cup of semen per ejaculation.

Of course the point might be moot, since there is yet another group of people in the village who swear that Jack kept fucking his sister regularly after that trip up the hill. This group, of course, are all the girls who mysteriously got pregnant after taking their family's laundry to Jack and Jill's mother.

That theory also cannot be proven, because neither Jack, NOR Jill are talking. It's true that they sleep in the same bed, in the same room, but then their family is poor and can't afford a big house.

What IS known is that something happened up there that caused Jill to begin chasing her brother down the hill, throwing the pail, rocks, sticks and everything else she could find at him. There were witnesses. Jill was naked and she was screaming "You promised, you PRICK".

Then Jack, who was holding up his pants, and who's penis was seen to be flopping around in the air in front of him, tripped on something and went down hard.

Hence "Jack fell down and broke his crown."

Normally the word 'crown' means also 'head', and here again there are different theories as to which 'head' Jack injured. When he fell down, Jill caught up to him and apparently tripped on the same thing he did, because she fell right on top of him and they rolled into a big bunch of bushes where they could not be seen.

So none of the witnesses could tell exactly where he was injured. Or she either, for that matter.

Hence the last line of the poem "And Jill came tumbling after."

It is presumed that Jill was hurt in the tumble, because while they were both hidden in the copse, she was heard to cry out and wail. Some said the sounds were those of pleasure, and some said they were cries of pain. The only words anyone heard, and could actually understand, were her loud cries of "YOU PROMISED YOU BASTARD."

The witnesses were intrigued enough by those sounds to wait around, and they later saw Jill exit the bushes, this time dressed, with Jack close behind. He was smiling quite widely, and she was walking bow-legged.

Nine months later, of course, Jill gave birth to a baby boy, and, though she works at the laundry all day and has no known men callers, she appears to be pregnant with another child.

Jack has settled down and isn't wild at all. He smiles a lot. And he hasn't chased any of the village girls for over a year either. While most boys his age have left home to seek their fortunes, he stays there, hauling water day after day.

Maybe his mom's just a good cook.

The End
36 comments

anonymous readerReport

2013-11-12 03:27:54
lol
this has got to be the best spin on the nursery rhyme ever!!!

anonymous readerReport

2013-06-06 20:39:52
"Jack and Jill - A Naughty Nursery Rhyme" - Jack and Jill (twin Brother and Sister)

It'sThe Water, Dammit!!

Surprisingly, Jack and Jill haven't been "affected" yet. If Jack is lucky enough to impregnate Jill every ten months, with a year Jack will have bred Jill a "Baker's Dozen" of young "water bearer's", allowing him the luxury of early retirement, maybe even affording to build a nice little chalet high on "the hill"!!

anonymous readerReport

2012-11-02 16:31:13
I've seen similar accounts but this one is the best by far.

anonymous readerReport

2012-04-05 06:57:16
2 da babe B low i wanna do all that 2 u can i r u free i will give more plesure and a viborator on ma balls WHOOOO I WNT U!!

anonymous readerReport

2012-01-23 16:21:29
ohh!, ahhh!!, ma pussy is tingaling i just got it fingered and i squirted now he's gonna give me a rough pussy lick and a long, hard, rough and sexy pussy rub ahhhh! cant wait im gonna deep throght his cock and put a viborator on his balls also suck them, this is gonna be a long sexy and maybe painful night AAAAAAAHHH! he just put his 14cm cock in my tight, tingaly and wet pussy OHHHH! now an ass finger here cums his long toung gtg byeXXX

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