Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water
Jill came down with half a crown, but not from carrying water.

[Paraphrase of an old nursery rhyme]

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A half crown was an old British coin with a value of two shillings and sixpence. The value today would be 25 new pence, although I stand to be corrected on that. Don't say that I never give you useful information.

The illustrators of nursery rhyme books have always assumed that Jack and Jill got their water from a well at the top of a hill. The fact is that they they only went halfway up the hill to a spot where there was a spring of fresh water. It was an idyllic place, where the water bubbled up out of a cleft in the rocks in the middle of a grove of trees that not only gave shade in the summer, but privacy as well.

Jack and Jill were 13 and 11 years old respectively and cousins, but given that they lived in a village where there had been intermarriage between a small number of families for centuries, their DNA would probably have been a much closer match than you'd expect from cousins. Whatever, it was late summer and it hadn't rained for weeks, so the flow of water from the spring was very slow. What this meant was that the pail that the two children had brought with them took a very long time to fill, and as we all know, the Devil finds work for idle hands.

In this case two pairs of hands found plenty to do, on and about each others' persons. Also, it being a very warm day even in the shade of trees, and with their mutual ardour to add more heat, the shedding of their clothes followed naturally. Now our Jack was not so little a lad, even at the age of 13, and it was this that alarmed Jill when he said that he wanted to put his willy into her fanny.

In those days no did not necessarily mean no, and Jack took Jill's refusal that way. Jill was no quitter, strenuously resisting his lustful advances, but in the end she was overpowered and pinned to the ground. However she still struggled and tried to call out to her mummy and daddy, so Jack decided that she had to be restrained.

Grabbing her wrists and pinioning them together (for he was a strong lad), he dragged them up over her head, and used the piece of frayed old rope that had held his pants up to secure them to the projecting root of a big old tree. The faded kerchief that he'd worn around his neck made a good gag, silencing the still wriggling girl.

No doubt you think that the next thing that happened was that Jack spread Jill's legs and fucked her senseless, and she certainly thought she was going to lose her cherry. And you'd be on the right track; it was only the 'senseless' bit that didn't quite come to pass.

Our pair were still virgins when they went up the hill, but living as they did in the country, in close proximity to farm animals, they were quite well aware of the interesting things that dogs, sheep, moo cows and pigs did at certain times of the year. In fact they were so well aware of those things that this was not the first time that the Devil had found work for their idle hands. However it was the first time that Jack's libido had been stirred up enough for him to want to do the same sort of interesting thing himself.

In those days, and in places like their village, there was no formal sex education, other than when the vicar fulminated from the pulpit of the parish church about immorality, lust and fornication. Those sermons might have sounded very good at a college in Oxford or Cambridge, but the language he used went over the heads of the simple village folk. Thus it was that none of the boys and girls connected immorality, lust and fornication with doing what came naturally.

What did come naturally to Jack was that his willy was stiff and erect, that he could see Jill's little almost hairless fanny and that tab A was meant to go into slot B. Now that she was helpless and on her back on the ground he could do just that, he thought. Getting astride his squirming cousin's legs he lowered himself onto her, using one hand to guide the knobbly end of his willy towards the inviting folds between her legs.

After numerous fruitless attempts to get it in he came to the conclusion that what had to happen first was that Jill's legs had to be parted, and that this would open up the gates of paradise. However, try as he might, he could not prise them apart, for she was also a strong little girl and resisted stoutly.

Jack paused, breathless, and considered what to do next. Now Jack's father had taught his son that there are more ways of killing a cat than stuffing it's nose with butter and the youngster, taking this teaching to heart, was growing up to be a resourceful boy. Jack's father was also the village squire, and therefore he usually had something that none of the other village children had: coins in his pocket.

Getting his discarded pants, Jack rumaged in one of the pockets until he found what he sought: a shilling. Holding it up so that Jill could see it, he told her that it was all hers if she would move her legs apart. Virtue contested with avarice in the little girl's heart but sadly, as so often happens, the latter eventually won. After what seemed to Jack like an eternity his cousin's legs parted, opening up a vista of inviting girl genitals. The sight quite restored the enthusiasm of Jack's own endowments.

Spreading them enough to kneel between, Jack positioned himself again, once more guiding the end of his erect member to the pink folds of skin. This time there was no hinderance, although a lot of muffled noises did come from Jill's gagged mouth and she squirmed a lot when the head went in between them. Just as well, Jack thought, that I left her wrists tied to the tree root.

He also thought that having her little fanny tight on the head of his cock felt pretty good. So good, in fact, that he pushed his now throbbing organ in further, and felt something give way. He had a vague idea that this was significant, although Jill's renewed squirming and muffled noises didn't allow much scope for thoughtful reflection. What seemed to be quite clear though was that the way ahead was, well, easier down there.

Lowering himself onto his cousin, Jack instinctively used his hips to push his young cock further and further up inside her, and the further it went the better it felt. What made it feel even better was when Jill began to wriggle and squirm under him, moving the inside of her tight little passage around his hot and throbbing organ.

Having seen the farm animals doing interesting things, Jack knew that they moved their cocks in and out of the females and he began to do the same. This made lots of nice feelings go all through him, just like when he played with himself, only this was much, much better. Soon he had quite got the hang of it, and there he was, pumping his rigid small organ in and out of Jill.

Nature took it's course, and in the due course of nature Jack's excitement built up to a climax, the first in his young life. As his cousin writhed and squirmed and moaned and gasped under him, Jack felt his hot, thick seed shoot out inside her - once, twice, three times.

Nature continued to take it's course, and Jack's excitement gradually subsided, and so did his organ. Sliding it out of his gasping cousin, Jack saw that it was coated in his own fluids and a bit of her blood. After fixing up his clothes, he untied her wrists and removed the gag.

"Jack, you're a bad, naughty boy!" she shrieked. "That was dirty. I'm going to tell on you!"

He might not have had the vicar's understanding of immorality, lust and fornication, but Jack understood that if he didn't do something he'd be in big trouble. Very big trouble. If silver had worked before he reasoned, then even more of it might work now, knowing that there was a half crown coin in his pocket. He pulled it out and showed it to his flushed and morally outraged cousin.

"This is yours, if you promise not to tell" he said.

"Oh" she said, her eyes widening. It was more money than she'd ever had in her life.

Once again mamon and virtue contested, and once again the former won. Jill took the coin and carefully put it into the pocket of her dress, thinking to herself that although it was a bit sore 'down there', the half crown could buy a lot of fun and nice things at the next fair. Jill was not the first person, or the last, to discover the old maxim: no pain, no gain.

And so it was that Jill earned several more half crowns as that golden summer waned into autumn, and it got too cold for her and her cousin to let things come naturally beside the spring on the hillside.