Jack and Jill went up the hill.. like they had done every damn day for ten years. You see, Jack's family lived next door to Jill's family and they always got stuck having to go up the hill to the well at the top, and get water for whatever reason it was needed. When this first started, they were both just eight years old, now they were both eighteen and hated the chore. The hill was quite steep and it sucked carrying the pail of water down it. Going up was the easy part.
To fetch a pail of water. Whoever had decided to call it 'fetching' should have been forced to go themselves! Jill got into a number of heated arguments with her folks about that. She told them she wasn't a dog fetching a stick. They just laughed at her and told her to get going and shut up already! That always made Jill stomp out of the house where she would, of course, find Jack stomping out of his house as pissed off as she was. The would climb the hill, bitching and moaning the whole way.
Jack fell down, yes, it was Jack that claimed "The sun was in my eyes and I tripped over a rock!" when he landed at the bottom of the hill all bruised up one day. Funny thing about it was.. Jill came tumbling after! She had been holding onto one side of the pail, or so she said, and when Jack went rolling, so did she. Or maybe 'that's their story and their sticking to it.'
And broke his crown? C'mon now. Jack wasn't royalty. He didn't wear a crown. He might have bumped his head during the fall and I suppose you could say he 'broke his crown' but that doesn't make much sense now, does it? Certainly not.
Jill came tumbling after...as I have already mentioned. She looked quite a mess too, when she reached to bottom right behind Jack. Both of them had torn their clothes to almost shreds and were almost naked besides being dirty and bruised from the fall.
Now... I've heard tell that the story didn't happen exactly as it's been told over the years. There was a bit more to the tale and what caused the two to 'fall' down the hill that day. I think it's time for the story to be re-told and in the way it was told to me by a certain old hag that happened to be sunning herself at the top of the hill that afternoon... unseen by the young man and woman with the pail.
Jack had gone to get Jill to fetch the daily pail of water from the well up on the hill behind their house. He was surprised when Jill came out to meet him. She looked very different then she usually did in both dress as well as physical appearance. They had both just turned eighteen a few weeks earlier. Jill was trying to look more appealing in a womanly way and by the look on Jack's face, she had succeeded in her attempt.
Jill's unruly, long blonde locks had been twisted into a long braid that fell to her waist. She had used red berries to stain her lips and cheeks, giving her face a glow that bewitched Jack. She had also used a small piece of coal to darken her lashes and the pheasant blouse she always wore was pulled down, leaving her shoulders bare and showed some major cleavage. She looked beautiful and more like a woman then a girl. It was the first time Jack had ever thought of her as female. He felt his cock twitch in his trousers when she smiled at him and lowered her eyes for a moment. The climb up the hill was going to be much more interesting then it had ever been in the past.
Jill's heart was racing, she could tell that Jack liked the way she looked. She had been trying to get his attention for a long time, without any success. Jack always treated her like a sister or one of his pals. But now she had his complete attention and loved it! Jill loved Jack and wanted him to be her man, she thought maybe things would be different after today. She had a plan to snare him and the first step seemed to be working just right. She had managed to get him to look at her differently, to notice she was a girl.
Jack insisted on carrying the pail himself for the first time. He kept stealing glances at Jill, hardly able to believe it was her walking beside him. He had never noticed she had breasts before! In fact he couldn't believe he hadn't noticed her curves before. She had, from what he could tell, large, beautiful tits hidden under the loose blouse she wore. With her hair pulled back, he saw she had a lovely throat also, and he felt the urge to kiss it passionately.
Jill was feeling slightly nervous, due to the way Jack kept looking at her and the way his eyes lingered on her breasts. But nervous in a good way. She felt a hot blush creep over her body and a tingling in her crotch but wasn't really sure why she felt so funny. She felt a desire to have Jack touch her in places that weren't proper! But all she could do was smile as he chattered and nod her head in response during the walk up the long, rocky hill.
Jack was in terrible pain by the time they finally reached the top of the hill. He had a throbbing hardon, which made it almost impossible to walk. He was thinking he should go into the bushes and jack-off so he would be able to make the trip back down. Jack noticed Jill's eyes on his crotch and blushed when she lifted them again to meet his gaze.
"Jack?..." Jill said softly, a question in her voice. Before he could speak, Jill dropped to her knees in front of him and yanked his pants down to his knees. Out jumped his cock, now fully erect and pointing skyward. Without a word, she took him in her hand and started stroking his manhood, then lowered her mouth over the tip of his erection and sucked hard. Jack dropped the pail, grabbed Jill by the back of her head and moaned loudly as she bobbed up and down on his dick.
