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?

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   Jack and Jill - The Rest Of The Story

   A Naughty Nursery Rhyme by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

   "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."

   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 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.


   
