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Jack And Jill - A Naughty Nursery Rhyme
by Beating Off Bob (betingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

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? (MF-teens, nc, inc, 1st, size, rom, 
preg)

***

Jack and Jill went up a hill, to fetch a pail of water.

Jack fell down and broke his crown,

An 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 from the well up there. 

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 and some perverse thing inside 
her, quite possibly the fact that no boy had every 
crawled between her own lily white thighs, made her 
take perform her watchdog duties with glee. 

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. 

Jill 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 pussy, 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 his 
cute sister... with that cute tight pussy... 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 prick in and out of Jill's overstuffed 
pussy, said pussy 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.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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