The heavy rainfall that had ended about a half hour earlier by now had left body sticking humidity and a temperature of ninety-two degrees along with swimming clouds of gnats and mosquitoes.
Woodstock 14 – Lake In The Woods
Notation: The Woodstock Music Festival began on August 15, 1969, as half a million people waited on a dairy farm in Bethel, New York, for the three-day music festival to start.
35,000 people were expected, instead, approximately 450,000 people attended the...
Careful! Very descriptive sexual scenes here!
Woodstock Festival of Music and Love Bethel, New York
August 12, 1969
12:32 PM
“You know…” suddenly sitting up, Franklin’s upper torso resting on his cocked elbows “...we did lots of, you know, maybe to most people taboo stuff, but…” speaking as though this were an attribute “...Margery and me never fucked till after my thirteenth birthday.”
Once again, not really wanting to know, but having to know! “How come?”
“The Hebrew bible says…”
“Hebrew bible? Your mother, she Jewish?”
Brushing a mosquito from the tip oh his nose. “Nah. Margery’s mother and father were Catholic.”
Wiping a drop of sweat from her eye. “Why the Hebrew bible then?”
Thinking a long moment. “Margery knew the stuff we been doing together… You know, all that sex stuff we did to each other since I was little, wasn’t really, uh? A good thing. So she insisted we wait until I was thirteen when, like the Hebrew bible says,
‘a boy becomes a man’.
The heavy rainfall that had ended about a half hour earlier by now had left body sticking humidity and a temperature of ninety-two degrees along with swimming clouds of gnats and mosquitoes.
Swatting at mosquitoes, Sharon sitting, her back straight, flattened breasts drooping onto her stomach, both legs outstretched before her.
Possibly still too stoned to fully realise the frontal attack by mosquitoes onto his lightly complected body, Franklin still reclining. His upper torso held upright by his back stretched arms. His legs outstretched before him. Two of the blood sicking insects feasting on his long penis that draped onto his left thigh. 12:40 PM
In the cow field a half mile to the south, stretching a hundred acres before and fanning to the east and west of the nearly completed Woodstock pavilion; by this broiling early afternoon, there must have been near two hundred thousand sweating people either sitting or searching for somewhere to sit, to say nothing of where do they find a toilet — though the informal start of the festival was still two days away.
At the lakes in the woods, at a rough compilation by this time there must have been fifteen hundred people.
As were many of the now possibly four hundred people jammed into this Nude Beach area of the lake in the woods, Franklin and Sharon, both nude. Both completely stoned on Franklin’s recently smoked mixture of two strands of exotic Maharajah along with a small pinch of PCP crystals.
Still within her bubble, vaguely wondering how they got in there, waving her left hand ineffectively before her face in a hollow attempt to dispel the cloud of harmless, though totally annoying swarm of gnats attempting to enter her nostrils as the fingers of Sharon’s right hand absently scratched at two reddening mosquito bites on her right breast.
Staring at him, as Sharon, even if sober, attempts to comprehend what Franklin had just told him.
The absurdity of his mother’s reasoning before allowing, or more than likely committing full fledged mother/son incest beyond Sharon’s stupefied comprehension
“You and your mother waited until you were thirteen before fucking because Jews…” swatting at a mosquito on her cheek “... believe a boy becomes a man when he’s thirteen?”
Shaking his head from side to side to remove sweat streaming from his forehead before entering his eyes. “Well, yeah.”
Giggling. “If it’s in the bible…”
“Even if it’s not your bible.”
“Margery and me don't really have a bible, but people got to believe in something, don’t you know.”
Waiting as an older, long haired hippie couple; apparently to keep the broiling sun off their shoulders, wearing only cut off Ti-died tee shirts reaching to above his hips and to below the woman’s breasts made their way to the bug removing cooling water of the lake.
12:47 PM
Without a semblance of shade, the sun’s ninety-eight degree heat beating
onto Franklin and Sharon's nude bodies, their siphoning perspiration drawing massive swarms of gnats to stick and mosquitoes to feast.
Swatting the air as, scrubbing her hands over stomach and thighs, standing, “Can’t stand this! Got to get into the water!”
Dodging around a hundred spread blankets and any whatever people in her way, Sharon ran to waters edge and into it to her upper thighs and, though barely deep enough, dove under washing the clinging the stuck and feeding insects away.
Not aware, or even caring, Franklin, just steps behind, squatted as the water became deep enough to cover his head.
Regaining some small semblance of sobriety.
Scrubbing at her scalp to remove whatever insect's remained entangled, then ducking her head again.
“All those years when she.. your mother was abusing you…” Sharon asked when surfacing.
Ducking again, then whipping his shoulder length hair from side to side, brushing Sharon’s face. “I wouldn't exactly call it abuse.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” The thought of a mother and her son… “It’s God damned incest!”
“Call it what you like, but it never … Well it hardly ever bothered me. except when…” His voice trailing off.
“Except when, What?”
“She likes to see me come and then come again in a few minutes
“Like when she made you do it five times.”
Ducking into the water again... “Yeah. Skin on my cock rubbed raw.”
“That thirteen year old girl in Las Vegas, the one that had to give you a blow job in front of all those other people, you think she enjoyed doing that?”
Bumped by a guy playing ‘horsie’ with a naked girl on his shoulders.
“Any of those men there want to you to blow them?”
“Yeah. I’m sure. But Margery won’t allow me to do anything with anyone else…”
“Except thirteen year old girls.” Sharon said sarcastically.
“Yeah, they’re okay. But men? Who knows what kind of shit they have!”
Where they stood was becoming extremely body bumping crowded, so moving into deeper water that was now a few inches beneath Sharon’s chin and above Franklin’s nipples.
“School?”
“What do you mean?”
“You went to school, didn’t you?”
Hands cupping Sharon’s hanging breasts. “Of course I went to school!”
The slithery maharajah and PCP infused bubble with Sharon within floating atop the cooling water as, feeling his thumbs caressing her nipples. “Public or private?”
Franklin’s penis stiffening. “Public.”
Because she didn’t want them to, his thumbs on her nipples annoying her, floating the bubble back a few inches. “Any girlfriends there?”
Arching his pelvis, projecting his extended penis closer. “come on! Told you about thirteen year old girls.”
“Oh, yeah!” Sarcastically. “No tits or pussy hair.”
Making contact with Sharon’s soft belly, the reaction registering within his scrotum. “Well, there was this, uh, small group of girls…”
Wanting to reach through the bubble and take hold of him. “How old?” Knowing the bubble would burst if she reached for his penis. “How many girls?”
“How old? Twelve, thirteen.” Hesitating. “In the lunchroom, during the hot months before school let out, sometimes some of the girls would wear summer weight blouses that sometimes gaped open and as some of them weren’t into bras yet…”
“Thought you said thirteen year old girls don’t have tits?”
Franklin’s invisible maharajah and PCP infused box, with him within, floating upon the water.
“Well, sometimes I could see their little pink nipples, and I do have an imagination, after all, and sometimes I’d get a boner right there in the lunchroom and guess one of the girls noticed, because in a couple of days this one girl, Rosie, I think, asked if I’d like to come home with her and a couple of her friends after school that day.”
Having some slight idea where this was going and shockingly wanting to come along. “This Rosie, had how many friends?”
“Her and three other girls. One of them, Sandra, I think was fourteen.”
“Sandra, she have tits?” Sharon heard herself ask.
“Know what, Sherry? If that was to be one of those, ‘I’ll show you mine
show you mine if you show me yours’ kind of a thing; I didn’t care because none of them had anything I wanted to see because, after all…”
“You had your mother! Right?”
The sun still blazing from a cloudless sky. Flying insects hovering above the water.
Dunking, straightening and shaking his head. “Yeah.”
“The older girl...” Sharon asked “...the fourteen year old girl, she also had nothing you wanted to see?”
Recalling. Getting hornier by the second. “Yeah; little titties she was real proud of that she let me see in another room by ourselves.”
Dunking her head beneath the water. “And then?” Sharon asked, shaking water from her hair.
“Rosie—guess she’d seen my boner pushed against my pants in the lunchroom, she said it was now my turn to let them see.”
“So you…” said humorously “...whipped it out!”
“Yeah. Kind of. All four of them were still in their school clothes. You know, skirt and a blouse, bobby socks and penny loafers. All sitting on the floor leaning against a sofa. And Sandra — I think her name was, had her legs spread so I could see up her legs. Though I don’t know what she thought looking at her white, cotton panties would do to me.”
“So?”
“I didn’t know whether to unzip my pants and let it hang out or to let them down and… I was fourteen at that time also, and had pimples on my ass so I just unzipped the fly, pulled it out and let it dangle.”
“You had a hard-on then?”
“No.”
“So what happened when you just let it dangle?”
Rosie and, I think, Sandra and one of the girls, who’s name I don’t remember just stared at me… At my cock. And the other girl the fourth girl screamed and ran out of the house.”
“That’s it then?”
“No, not really. Because the next day Margery had to come to school with me and I was expelled because, she said…”
“Which one said what?”
“The girl that ran away said that I had exposed myself and scared her.”
“The nerve…” fallaciously stated “of the school for
expelling you just because you whipped it out and showed yourself to a girl that wanted to see what a guy’s, uh, cock looked like. The ‘nerve’!”
“Yeah.”
“Well…” reaching downward, taking hold of his penis. “you’ve enough there to frighten anyone, especially a thirteen year old girl.”
Closing his eyes to the sensation of Sharon’s hand, along with that long ago erotic memory. “Fuck!” Franklin Binkowski ejaculated.
Feeling the contractions. “Jesus, Franklin! Don’t you have any control?”
“I told you, that’s why Margery and me are here.”
Recalling their earlier conversation. “To find some older woman that you can actually get it into? And you and your mother choose me, huh?
You’re a young guy. Maybe if your mother didn’t expect so much of you so fast…”
“Like coming five times in an hour?”
“Yeah. Maybe if she didn’t expect stuff like that, maybe you’d last longer.”
“Watch it!” Shoving a guy and a girl away as, jamming into him, they almost knocked Franklin off his feet.
“Yeah…” going on with Sharon’s thought “...that’s what Margery thought, and figured once I do it, it should be okay from then on.”
Shrugging her — by now very sunburned shoulders.“Doesn’t sound like very bright reasoning to me.”
“I know.” Franklin said, shoving a different couple away.
I'm not sure I dig Marjery's reasoning about Franklin's premature ejaculation. seems like she was only trying to find a man who could hold it for a while to do her, while his wife could be preoccupied with Franklin.
My mother grew up with a woman in her small town that was named Ossie Marie Krye (Oh see Marie cry). Why anyone would name their daughter that, begging bullying in school is beyond me. Anyway, when we moved to the junior high school and a larger farming town, Marshfield, her son, Franklin Newman, was in our class. He was an odd character. A bit like Mad Magazine's Alfred E Newman. All I remember of him was that he came out over store on Main Street with a watch on his wrist that he didn't buy and was caught for shoplifting. He didn't make it to high school as far as I know. Perhaps he had premature ejaculation.
Imogene, a country-bred girl, longs to make a life for herself in New York City. She joins forces with her former college roommate to start a movie production company in the big city.
