A New Road To Woodstock '69
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Woodstock: The iconic American rock festival of the twentieth century
A Untold, ‘ Semi-Fictional’ Rendition
by Mark M. Lichterman
Copyright © Mark M. Lichterman March 1, 2023
Authors Notation: Other than those that were actually a participating member or members of the Woodstock Festival, all others are fictitious characters and situations created for dramatic effect, and especially at this author’s whim.
Further Notation: I have no intention of repeating my nineteen part Woodstock series as first submitted on Tuesday, July 26, 2022, but digging further into the earlier lives of Sharon and Clyde and her Polish immigrant parents: 'Murray and Sarah Kandinsky and his Irish immigrant parents, Malcolm and Ellen Murphy.
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Chapter Nineteen
Margy
Margery Binkowski …
...was born on September 6, 1931 in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, and was raped
by her then, near eleven year old first cousin, Patrick Binkowski when she was, at that time, eight years old.
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
6/7/39
Actually it was Margery(Margy) that brought the entire sequence about.
Margery loved her cousin, Patrick.
No, it was more than cousin to cousin love. Margery had a major case of what one might call puppy love for Patrick.
Second generation Americans of Polish decent, the two Binkowski brothers, Michel and John, along with their wives would have dinner at one or the others homes every other week, then sending their children, near eleven year old Patrick and Margery into one or the other’s bedroom to, usually, play the game of Monopoly, as the adults played Gin Rummy while drinking bourbon highballs till about eleven-thirty when one or the other couples went home.
8:35 PM
After sitting on the floor playing Monopoly for an hour and a half, leaning back, supporting herself by her back-stretched arms, Margery— whom, being curious and, even at her young age having a bit of a randy streak “Patrick, she said, if you show me yours…” gesturing to her cousin’s crotch “… I’ll show you mine.”
Although, as Margery sat, her arms back-stretched, her legs also outstretched, the gap of Margery’s shorts spread, Patrick easily saw his eight year old cousin’s ‘I’ll show you mine’, appearing to the boy as her extended butt crack which he most certainly was not interested in, but found the thought of showing his cousin ‘his’ rather exciting. Also...
Patrick, being closer to eleven than ten, being —after all, being a boy, and wondering about such mind boggling thing as ‘where do girls pee from’? standing, said,“Yeah. Okay.”
First, opening the bedroom door a crack, seeing and hearing their parents— two rooms away—noisily playing Gin Rummy.
Standing also, then sitting on the edge of her bed with hands folded primly on her lap, and being— being female, after all, said, “Your turn first.”
Embarrassed, yet in need of this information. Standing before his eight year old cousin, Patrick, haltingly, lowered his ‘Oshkosh’ jeans to his shoes, then, slowly, his ‘Sears & Roebuck’ white cotton underpants.
Two feet before her, Margery curiously studied her near eleven year old cousins wrinkly, uncircumcised penis.
The three inch tube of flaccid flesh drooping onto and partially covering the boy’s scrotum…
“Wow…” Margery strongly proclaimed.“...your peeing thing’s ‘so’ ugly!”
Stung by this rebuttal of his ‘manhood’. Quickly pulling his Sears & Roebuck cotton underpants and Oshkosh jeans upward. “Okay, if a girl’s pee thing is so great…” no intention of hiding his anger “...show me!”
Knowing her pee-pee thing was much prettier than that droopy, ugly thing she’d just seen. Standing, holding it beneath her chin, Margery pulled her blouse upward, and pushed her J.C. Penny panties downward revealing…
Truly hurt and embarrassed— possibly more embarrassed than hurt— stepping a pace back. “That’s ‘it’?” Patrick emphatically questioned.
Looking to below her belly to her...”Yeah, that’s my puddy!” Margery
proudly proclaimed.
“You’re ‘puddy’? That’s what you call it?”
“Yeah…” said emphatically “...that’s what my mommy calls it: ‘my puddy’!”
“That ain’t nothing but your butt crack all the way up front.”
Looking downward and widening her thighs to better show her cousin…
Which, to the near eleven year old boy, still looked like the extended fission of his cousin’s ‘rear end’.
“You pee out of your butt hole?” The boy indelicately asked.
“No…” angry now “...I pee out of my puddy!” The girl said as, pulling her panties up, while allowing the blouse to fall back into place.
The balance of the evening, until the adults said goodnight, was spent in a particularly vicious, property buying… passing ‘go’ and not receiving two hundred dollars game of Monopoly.
6/22/39
7:20 PM
This week at the home of Patrick’s parents.
Dinner finished.
The adults one room away, into their games of Gin Rummy and Bourbon Highballs.
Hardly speaking throughout dinner.
8:07 PM
Now in Patrick’s bedroom. Monopoly completely forgotten. Shoes kicked off. Patrick and Margery each on the far sides of the boy’s bed.
One of those things that, though one might not know why, once doing it, there is usually a compulsion to do it again.
Both, Patrick and Margery generally thinking, Maybe there was something I didn’t see. Maybe we should look again.
Curiosity? Simply innocent childish curiosity? Maybe not actually all that innocent.
This thought, in a way neither the boy nor girl had any understanding of, strangely excited both near eleven year old Patrick and eight year old, Margery.
8:12 PM
Finally, after several minutes of prolonged nervous silence.
“If you want…” Patrick hesitantly said “...I’ll show you my, uh, ‘thing’ again...” adding, “… if you want.”
Oh, yes! She certainly did. “Yes. If you want me to.”
Yeah! The boy’s heart quickening “If you let me see yours again.”
Moving from the far end of the bed. “Yes…” sitting alongside Patrick “... if you want, you can see my puddy again.”
“Yeah!. Okay.” On a roll now. “Can I see your titties, too?”
Titties? “Ain’t got no titties.” Patting her flat chest. “You’ve bigger titties than me.”
Seeing each other at the beach in Kenosha for as long as either could remember, Patrick being a bit of a chubby kid, at the time did have bigger tities than his eight year old cousin.
Being a boy, after all, Patrick’s mysterious excitement growing stronger. “You want to get all naked this time?”
Being a young girl, but a young girl with a ‘randy’ streak, Margery’s mysterious excitement growing stronger. “We see each other all the time at
the beach in little bathing suites…” the girl said “...so what’s the difference?”
Having no idea what the difference would be. Just knowing being naked
with his cousin now would be different from seeing each other in bathing suits at the beach, Just ‘knowing’! “So…” Patrick asked “...you want to get naked?”
In answer. Standing, Margery pulled the dress she’d worn that evening over her head, dropped her pink, ‘ J.C. Penny’ panties to her feet, and stepped out of them, as Patrick pulled his shirt over his head and, once again, lowered his Oshkosh jeans and Sears Roebuck underpants, and also stepped out of them.
Standing shyly nude, the cousins studied each other a long moment both thinking near the same thing…
Ain’t no difference —Except, Margery thought, For Patrick’s little peeing thing. Which, though now not quite so wrinkly, still looked ridiculous.
Sitting on the side of the bed, vagina and penis near out of sight between the fold of belly and thighs…
Thinking he should do something. “Okay if I touch you…” gesturing to her hidden crotch “...there?”
Sensing a slight flush. Widening her thighs a merger amount, Margery vigorously nodded her head,
Extending his fore and middle fingers, placing his hand between the girls thigh, entering the fissure between rectum and pubis, Patrick moved his hand and fingers upward, and outward, one time, a second time, and a third time, when...
Margery’s present sensation not unpleasant, not pleasant, but more pleasant than unpleasant.. As...
Wet! Thinking, Pee! Quickly removing his hand from between his cousin’s thighs, Patrick wiped both top and palm on his blanket.
“Me, now!” Margery said as instinctively, using her thumb and three fingers, gently placing them about the hidden head of her cousins penis, moving her fingers downward… and upward.
Three things immediately happening: Patrick’s foreskin, gliding over the glans exposing it’s shiny red head, as the thin, three inch tube of pliable
flesh within the girl’s fingers unexpectedly expanded to five inches of hard flesh appearing much — to the eight year old girl, her cousin’s shape changing penis appearing as a slimy red bug emerging from its cocoon of white flesh, caused Margery to scream and bound to the far side of the bead holding both hands to her chest as though to keep her thumping heart from jumping through as… his cousin’s scream shocking Patrick— as quickly as it had expanded, the near eleven year old boy’s penis retracted.
The boy and girl alarmed, hoping Margery’s scream did not alert their parents bringing them rushing to Patrick’s bedroom finding both children fully nude.
Breath coming in audible gasps, awaiting the sound of rushing feet…
Seconds passing and, but for the sound of harsh breathing, all was quiet on the far side of the door and within seconds, shoving his legs through his Oshkosh jeans as his cousin shoved her feet through her J.C. Penny’ panties, the near eleven year old boy and eight year old girl dressed.
Dressed now. In relief, “Whew!” Margery said.
“Yeah...” her cousin said “...let’s not ever do that again!”
Although the eight year old girl and near eleven year old boy sensing an emotive heat neither had before sensed…?
Both dissatisfied with their somewhat newly found knowledge of the difference between the urination systems of boys and girls. going to his dresser, Patrick removed his game of Monopoly.
11:20 PM
“Okay, kids!” Opening the door, Margery’s mother surprised to find both children still awake, still into the game of Monopoly when most often by this time both had fallen asleep on the carpeted floor.
Neither saying ‘goodbye’, eight year old Margery Binkowski went home.
