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.