Woodstock 15: Minutes

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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...

Woodstock Festival of Music and Love
Bethel, New York

August 12, 1969

1:10 PM

“Watch it!” Shoving a guy and a girl away as, jamming into him, the two almost knocked Franklin off his feet.

“Yeah…” going on with Sharon had said. “...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 intelligent reasoning to me.”

“I know. But living with Margery I’ve never had to show any restraint. Because even if I don’t want to, she ‘always’ wants to, and is always in a hurry to finish the first time, so she can do it again because she says she comes even better the second time. So, yeah, maybe that is my problem.” Franklin said, shoving another couple away.

Looking about this smaller, second lake in the woods — designated ‘Nude Beach’, along with whatever available shoreline space there was before disappearing into dense woods — was now packed with blanket to blanket, primarily naked older teen aged to mid thirties, long haired people.

1:14 PM

The darkening sky giving advance notification of returning rain as the thunder-storm wind cooled the ninety-eight degree temperature, turning even cooler as the wind picked up blowing the non-calculable millions of annoying gnats and blood sucking mosquitoes from over the bodies and above the heads of those alongside and into the water of this second hidden lake in the mountains.

1:17 PM

Franklin and Sharon had been wondering how they would make it to the blanket, out of these woods and back the half mile to the cow field without being eaten alive by mosquitoes.

Heavy drops of rain falling now.

“Want to male a run for it?”

“Yeah!” Taking Sharon’s hand, the two splashed from the water to their blanket and…

Naked at the Nude Beach acceptable, but not so much within the township limits of White Lake, and the highway leading back to the Woodstock festival grounds.

Pulling the shorts up over his hips, as Sharon replaced her scanty two piece bathing suit.

1:35 PM

Passing through the small hamlet, the fast food restaurant— heedless of wind and rain, was still overflowing onto the street with strangle dressed, long haired ‘Woodstock’ people anxious for a late breakfast or lunch.

Rippling thunder sounding as though directly overhead shaking the ground, however the cool wind and warm rain undeniably more acceptable than gnats and mosquitoes.

1:42 PM

Quickly walking the half mile back to the fairgrounds, for as far as either could see in both directions, the highway was littered with halfheartedly abandoned cars, vans and small busses, appearing as a scene from an ‘end of the world’ science-fiction movie.

Even through the hiss and metallic rattling of falling rain onto the abandoned vehicles, still they could hear the murmuring sounds of two, or by now possibly three-hundred thousand closely packed people sitting in the open, cowering beneath this now heavy thunderstorm.

1:47 PM

Facing forward, his eyes mere slits. “What do you do?”

Squinting into the rain as she looked at him. “What do you mean?”

“Do you work?”

Hunching her head into her shoulders as another clap of thunder shook the earth. “Yes, of course I work!”

“You and Clyde?” Speaking above the sound of baying wind. “What do you do for a living.?”

Yelling back. “Thought we weren’t supposed to tell anything about ourselves outside of Woodstock.’

“Not asking where you do whatever you do. Just what you do.”

“Clyde and I own a hardware store.”

“A hardware store? How strange!”

The winds volatility increasing forcing plummeting rain to feel as pinpricks over Sharon’s all but nude body.

Bending forward in a fruitless attempt to lessen the pinpricks on her face, chest and breasts. “Why’s that?” She asked. “What’s so strange about running a hardware store?”

“You’re such a pretty little thing.” Wearing nothing but walking shorts, wind and rain doing much the same to Franklin. “Thought sure you’d be some sort of a professional lady.”

Turning his back to the rain for a moment, then turning back. “How come a hardware store, of all things?”

1:51 PM

The thunderstorm becoming a forty-five mile an hour wind churning squall flattening tents, lean-to’s and, extremely unfortunately, a number of noxious smelling mobile toilets and whatever sorts of cover the masses of people had brought to the barren cow field while waiting for the Woodstock festival to begin in two days.

Leaning into the wind and holding hands as though to prevent becoming separated and blown back from were
they’d come.

1:54 PM

Paces ahead, spotted through wind blown rain; hand painted peace signs and anti Vietnam slogans covering
the entire old Volkswagen mini-bus that had been abandoned completely blocking the north bound lane.

“Got to get out of this for a while! Come on!” Pulling Franklin, Sharon dragged him to the mini-busses leeward side where they huddled, momentarily out of the main thrust of blowing rain and wind.

1:59 PM

Holding Franklin closely, more so for body heat than affection.

Her breath slowing. “Our fathers…”

Still breathing deeply. “Yours and Clyde’s?”

“Yeah. Back in the forties… They were pals during the war, and after, when they were discharged from the Army, our dads bought a pre-war hardware store together and remained partners until...

2:03 PM

Squirming her way to behind the front right side wheel to somewhat take them from the wind blowing beneath the old mine-bus.

Squirming along. “That’s where you met Clyde?”

“Yeah…” sitting onto the asphalt road, her back against the wheel, her legs spread side to side “… Clyde was nine and me seven and we grew up together helping our dads, never really thinking we’d be stuck doing this all of our lives and when my dad passed away, Clyde’s was too old to completely handle the store, so he willed the place to Clyde and me, who by that time pretty well knew the business.

2:07 PM

Occasionally unexpected occurrences happen.

Occasionally under the most perverse of conditions…

If one’s mind and thoughts are as far as humanly possible…

Howling wind!

Blowing rain!

Sitting, Sharon’s back against the old buses wheel.

2:08 PM

Appearing to be the best place, without thought, moving directly before her.

Without thought Franklin’s legs spread to either side.

2:09 PM

Without thought, lifting her legs, Sharon rested them

atop Franklin’s spread legs.

2:10 PM

Without thought, squirming forward, Sharon and Franklin now closely face to face.

2:11 PM

Without thought, upper thighs straining downward.

Without thought, lower thighs straining upward.

2:12 PM

Without thought, Sharon’s thighs widening… Widening enough to allow the seam of her bathing trunks to slip to the side enough to…

Sharon’s vulva sensing wind…

2:13 PM

Without thought, sensing rain, Franklin’s long penis intuitively, instinctively projected from between the upturned thigh of his shorts.

2:14 PM

Without thought, faces together, lips together.

This kiss far different then Franklin’s tightly closed mouth kiss in the lake.

As…

2:15 PM

Without thought, Sharon’s tongue eagerly sucked inward..

As…

Without thought, bodies straining tightly together.

2:17 PM

Without thought, the fully erected length of Franklin’s nine inch penis— gliding without thought, fully entered into the desire sickened vagina of Sharon.

2:18 PM

Four arms clasping.

Two wet bodies held tightly chest to chest. Held tightly
crotch to crotch.

2:19 PM

Franklin’s cock easily working through the seam of his shorts, and somehow through the seam of Sharon’s bathing trunks…

2:20 PM

...instinctively finding it’s way through fleshy lips into the warmth…

2:21 PM

Deeply into the warmth as…

Franklin’s tongue moving fore and back with the motion of…

Sharon’s nipples puckering to hard, brown cones.

2:23 PM

“I’m fucking you, baby!” scarcely heard above the tumultuous wind “...you and me are really fucking!”

“Do it baby!” Shouted above the thunderous sounds of rain pounding upon sheet metal inches above their drenched heads.

Notation: At age thirty-seven, Margery Binkowski; Franklin’s mother was a near six foot tall, big boned woman with an extremely well used vagina.

Whereas...

Sharon Murphy, at age thirty-five was a much smaller woman with a — in comparison, rarely used vagina.

Margery’s son, Franklin, did have an extraordinarily long, albeit thin penis that more and more felt completely lost within the vagina of his mother.

Henceforth...

2:23 PM

Realising…

For the first time! ‘Fucking’! Franklin’s penis actually held tightly within the body of a woman; a woman other 
than than that of his mother.

2:23 PM

“I’m fucking you, baby!” scarcely heard above the tumultuous wind “...you and me are really fucking!”

“Yes!” Shouted directly into his ear.

The storm?

Here?

Here within a raging storm at this magical time of Woodstock?

Her husbands lack of sexual effort?

Her husband’s general indifference?

The years since Sharon Murphy had witnessed so strong a need? So strong a desire?

The useless effort brought forth to bring this young man to this!

To this…

To one of the most humanistic and certainly most enjoyable of male to female bodily functions.

No matter!

“Yes!” Shouted directly into his ear. “Fuck me, baby!

“Yeah, Sherry!” Franklin’s thin penis sensually held by vaginal mussels gliding inward, sliding outward.

2:25 PM

Without thought of premature ejaculation.

Without thought of anything beyond this unworldly sensation of fucking this beautiful old lady with the tight cunt that seventeen year old Franklin Binkowski had desired since first laying eyes on her yesterday morning.

Watching as his cock entered, then — becoming hornier with each visible entrance and withdrawal when his

cock would become even wetter with warm rain.

But it wasn’t warm rain.

2:27 PM

The muscles within Sharon’s uterus strongly convulsing for what seemed as long seconds…

2:28 PM

Then…

As the erotic in and out, fore and back motion of the young man’s penis implanted within her vagina — in planted deeper than any before continued, within minutes…

Sharon Murphy strongly organised once again.

3:01 PM

Problem now was…

Desire slackened, the rain now chilling her, and the pressure of her back pressed against the old Volkswagen's tire becoming painful and…

3:02 PM

Strange how things work with in the human condition as — sexual desire completely sated, physically uncomfortable, Sharon Murphy wanted Franklin to come already.

3:02 PM

As for Franklin Binkowski? Forgetting the storm about him. Passion mounting as he watched the pumping motion his rain, so he thought, slicked cock entering and retreating from Sharon’s tight, middle-aged pussy.

3:03 PM

Mental and internal passion mounting until...

3:04 PM

Having nowhere to go — his back straightening, his head turned to the storming sky, his rectum puckering along with hard seminal expulsions, Franklin Binkowski came within the vagina of this beautiful middle-aged woman.

From before the time of that special bath with his mother at age twelve — Franklin had been masturbating since the
 age of seven, so to now, to this this time with Sharon
Murphy, he’d ejaculated a thousand times by hand, or by and within his mother.

But never!

3:o6 PM

The unbearably sweet, near painful sensations coursing from penis to testicles to upturned toes and back to his rectum.

“Yeah. You did it!” Sharon shouted. “Got your dick all the way in…” pushing at his shoulders, urging him back “...and out.”

Moving back, allowing Sharon to ease her back, while — possibly afraid he would be unable to have fully achieved intercourse with Sharon, or any girl or woman again— Franklin left three or so inches of softening penis within her rapidly drying vagina.

Semen entrapped within her womb, though?

This thought though not a worry because Clyde and Sharon Murphy had been trying for a pregnancy since their marriage seventeen years ago, and nothing had happened, because— so Clyde had constantly told his wife, ‘it was because she was unable to conceive’.

Big, brawny guy! Of course Clyde Murphy's little fish like things were just fighting to fertilize little Sharon’s eggs!

3:09 PM

Fully into the furious wind and pounding rain, standing now, Franklin helped Sharon to her feet as, leaving the minimal shelter of the Hippies hand painted Volkswagen mini-bus, Sharon sensed the abundance of Franklin’s warm semen drain from deeply within her vagina, glide down her leg to be wash away within moments.

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