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 Twenty (Caution R Rated)
Eight Pagers
Through the early-thirties and forties— long before the time of ‘Playboy’ — printed on both sides, ‘eight pagers’ were four, three by five fountain or bib pen drawn extremely crude pornographic renderings of humanistic, cartoon characters; favourites being Andy Gump, Li’l Abner and Daisy Mae, and Popeye and Olive Oyl.
Where did these staple held, raggedy, crudely drawn original ‘eight pagers’ come from? No one knows! Who were the original ‘artists? No one knows — although the ‘artist’ could be any horny kid with pen and ink and a vivid imagination.
How many of these ‘eight pagers’ had been held by a boy’s one hand while in the act of masturbation with the other hand? Then the next day or so, passed on to another boy, or back to whom ever gave it to him; Incalculable!
6/23/39
12:10 AM
Unable to sleep, Patrick’s mind replaying the mental picture of his eight year old cousin’s naked body.
A pretty, blue eyed, blonde haired girl, other than Margery’s — in the near eleven year old boys opinion— extended butt crack, that...Ugh! … he’d put his fingers into. Other than being too pretty to be a boy, and of course, her extended butt crack, Margery Binkowski looked like any other skinny boy…
‘Show me your titties’! Patrick mentally questioned. Where did that come from?
Tossing from his side to his back, the boy’s fingers... Unaware, his fingers slipping through the stretched fly of his pyjamas…
‘Olive Oyl’!
Remembering the last, well used, eight pager that had come his way: Popeye’s girl friend, ‘Olive Oyl’ was absolutely shapeless with an extended butt crack and completely flat-chested, Olive oyl’s breasts appeared as two — one smeared— ink dots upon her absolutely flat, skinny chest.
Comparing Popeye’s skinny, shapeless girlfriend ‘Olive Oyl’ to his eight year old cousin, Margery… Who is skinny and shapeless and absolutely flat-chested who does have — not one ink smeared and black— two small pink dots upon her chest… along with an extended butt crack, that…
‘Fuck me’! The air balloon over Olive Oyl’s head on page five of the well used eight pager said to Popeye. ‘Fuck me’!
‘Fuck’? Patrick had heard the ‘fuck word’ spoken by other, usually older boys spoken as a swear word, but had no more idea what ‘fuck’ factually meant than probably most of those other older boys.
Page six of the eight pager depicted ‘Olive Oyl’ upon the ground, her ‘V’ crocheted, stick-like legs spread, as page seven showed Popeye’s crude, imaginatively drawn, huge …
Having no idea of the literal word for ‘penis’, Patrick does know the guttural word: ‘prick’.
Page six of the eight pager depicted ‘Olive Oyl’ upon the ground, her ‘V’ crocheted, stick-like legs spread, as Popeye’s imaginatively drawn, huge ‘prick’ appeared to disappear inside Olive Oyl’s ‘V’ crocheted, extended…
Dawning: ‘Fuck’! Patrick thought, Doing ‘that’, that’s what ‘fuck’ means…
Also, having no idea of the literal word ‘vagina’, the thought of putting his ‘prick’ into his cousin’s ‘butt crack’ even if that’s what ‘fuck’ means? Disgusting…
‘Disgusting’! Yet, unaware, the boy’s hand tightening and loosening about his no longer flaccid penis. Having not the slightest idea why, going with the thought of his cousins small pink nipples and long butt crack, Patrick Binkowski…
Having never consciously witnessing the affect of a ‘nocturnal emission’, and yet too young to fluidly ejaculate, but not too young to orgasm, as...
The involuntary intense movement insistent!
Within mere moments the near eleven year old boy witnessed his first hand held orgasm that, transmitting as a juggernaut of heretofore unknown sweet sensations emanating from between his rectum and testicles that fanned upward as, one after the other, the chain of penile contractions pounded deliciously throughout his body.
My, God!
Catching his breath. The boy’s mind not able to comprehend the impossibly sweet miracle he’d brought onto himself, by his own hand: Near eleven year old, Patrick Binkowski’s had witnessed his first orgasm…
12:24 PM
Exhausted now. Moments before sleep coming… Margery! Imagining his cousin’s nude, ‘Olive Oyl’ body. Next time… the near eleven year old boy thought ...I’ll fuck with Margery.
7/6/39
7:22 PM
As always, Margery’s bedroom door closed against their noisy parents bourbon highballs and Gin Rummy games two rooms away.
Between the time he’d last been with Margery, having become efficient and proficient in the fine art of masturbation, extremely anxious to once again be alone — and naked— with his eight year old cousin.
As for the eight year old cousin: During the time… the two weeks since she’d last been with Patrick, often envisioning the rapid growth in her cousin’s…? ‘boy puddy’? Margery’s raunchy mind considering, Maybe that’s what was supposed to happen. And, coming to that humanistic conclusion, sensing the pleasant tickle within the upper cleft of her vagina that felt ‘so’ nice when she tickled there, Margery had quickly become a rather efficient and proficient tickler.
The Monopoly game on the floor, opened. Monopoly money and house and hotel structures properly placed to give the appearance — I case they should have to move quickly — that they had been playing.
Sitting closely side by side on Margery’s bed. Hands primly folded in their laps… Their own laps. Neither knowing how to begin their mentally rehearsed, well thought of conversation.
The eight year old girl herself instigating what immediately thereafter, Margery would for ever more consider as rape.
7:27 PM
Her mind at play. Making the decision, “Patrick…” she boldly asked her near eleven year old cousin “...can I see…” moving her right hand from her lap onto her cousin's lap “...your, uh, whatchamacallit’ again?”
Looking at Margery's hand laid over the general area of his, ‘momentarily’ flaccid penis.
“Yeah…” he said “...if…” placing his left hand within his eight year old cousin’s loosely held thighs “… if I can see yours again.”
As usual, playing Monopoly on the carpeted floor with their shoes off.
Margery wearing a skirt and blouse. Patrick in jeans and a shirt.
In answer to his and her questions…
Without hesitation… With absolutely no sense of shame or humility.
Previously unknown humanistic knowledge that simply ‘had’ to be gained.
Pulling the hem of her skirt to beneath her chin, Margery’s pink panties shoved to her pink socks, as...
Lifting his hips, Patrick’s jeans and white, cotton underpants shoved to his white, cotton socks…
Causing his cousins heart to jump, as the boy’s hooded penis war no longer flaccid, bit more so standing at upright rigid attention.
Near eleven year old boy and eight year old girl staring at that which had been hidden, but was no longer — nor would ever again be private, at least to each other.
Meekly asked: “Okay to touch it?”
Causing an involuntary twitch. “Me, too. Can I touch you, too?”
Causing that strange vaginal tickle. “Yeah…” the girl said, widening her thighs, displaying more of her by now moist inner ‘extended butt crack’ “...if you’ll let me show you—her tickle spot— where.”
Leaning forward, noting that possibly there was more than just his cousins ‘butt hole’ to see… causing another penile twitch. “Yeah…” Patrick said “...if you show me your titties again.”
Staring at her cousins penis— the pink hood with it’s, so the girl had rightfully assumed, ‘pee-pee’ hole showing through the half inch of dangling foreskin— noting it’s twitch, “Yeah, but…” the vaginal itch becoming more intense “...still ain’t got no titties.”
“Don’t care...” in anticipation his buttocks tightening, causing another noticeable twitch “... Wan’’a see ‘em anyway.”
Pulling the dark blue blouse she’d been wearing over her head. Shaking her head, causing her long, dark blonde hair to fall over her shoulders, Margery closed one cool hand about her cousins hard, warm penis, as, her other hand taking hold of Patrick's hand, Margery brought it tightly onto her widely stretched thighs and, now firmly clamped between thighs and vagina, eight year old Margery began a rapid thigh twitching motion, as…
Hips erratically jerking along with Margery’s twitching motion. No longer remotely interested in Olive Oyl’s ink dot — one smeared —breasts as, lying back, bringing Margery with him and, for an unknown reason, ‘compelled’, Patrick kissed one of his cousin’s small, pink nipple s causing the sensitive flesh to contract, to harden, to become but an even smaller pink dot upon the eight year old girl’s rib etched, perfectly flat chest.
“Want us to get...” pulling his shirt over his head “...all naked?”
Looking at her bedroom door. Hearing muted adult conversation from one closed door and two rooms away…
Margery’s thighs still clamped pleasantly trapping her cousins hand.
“Yes.”
The pink sock clad toes of one foot working skirt and panties off the other foot.
As…
The white, cotton sock clad toes of one foot working jeans and white,
cotton underpants off the other foot.
The girl encumbered with but skirt and panties, the boy with but jeans and underpants, all loosely held by one foot each… Allowing freedom to move however the boy and girl wished.
Thoughts of kissing. Of feeling lips upon lips positively disgusting, but he soft warmth of nude young body to nude young body sensitively lovely.
Side face to side face. Breath warm upon the others ear. The tickle within the girl’s vagina intensifying. The need to expel the warmth building within the boy’s testicles and penis intensifying....
“Want to fuck?”
Not sure what the word ‘fuck’ meant, but if it would relive the intense itch within her ‘puddy’...
“Yes.”
Doing as Popeye had done: “Open up!” Widening Margery's knees, the boy situating himself between, was now able to see — having no lips or hair, still appearing as an extension of his cousin’s ‘butt crack’. However, located about an inch below — seeing and recognising the girl’s rectum, the realisation coming to him that what he’d considered to be her extended ‘butt crack’, in reality was something else… Maybe the place Popeye had implanted his imaginatively, crudely drawn ‘prick’. Because why would anyone put their prick into someone’s ass-hole? Patrick thought.
The pulsing need emanating from within the boys psyche transmitting to his engorged penis; Patrick’s jeans and white cotton underpants dragging along as, moving even closer…
“You ready?”
Legs spread. Skirt and pink panties tangled about one foot. Margery’s entire body open to her cousin’s view…
Embarrassed? No, not really.
Anxious?
“Yes!” The girl said.
A word about Patrick: Though not quite eleven on this day:6/23/39. In seven days, on 6/30/39 Patrick Binkowski will be eleven years old.
Standing at 5’-’6” Patrick is but three inches short of his life time, adult height.
At this age, with this body structure, a boy’s penis might very well appear to be — as Patrick’s cousin, Margery had emphatically proclaimed, “Wow! Your peeing thing is ‘so’ ugly!”
So-be-it! However no longer hidden within that two inches of ‘ugly’ constricted tubular flesh, there is the expanding length and widening width of a near full grown man.
A full grown man, whom, considering Popeye and Olive Oyl as his sexual tutors, not an overly bright nearly full grown man.
Closer now. Pelvis to pelvis. The outer sides of the boy’s thighs caressing the inner sides of the girl’s uplifted thighs.
Prehistoric male to female instincts taking control as a sharp forward thrust of Patrick’s hips bringing his glans into the vaginal crevice. Another pelvical thrust bringing two inches of ‘him’ into the extremely tight vagina of his eight year old cousin.
Withdrawing… Then forward again. Now three inches of hardened penile flesh burrowing into the body of his eight year old cousin.
The Boy’s sensation? Erotically tight, warm and sensual. Nevertheless, loving his cousin and unwilling to cause pain, actually concerned of where ‘he’ was and where the next thrust would bring him.
As for the girl? Far beyond merely uncomfortable. The unexpected width of her cousin’s penis stretching the juvenile tissue of her vagina and with each fore and back motion the discomfort becoming more pronounced.
Suddenly sitting up.“Ow!” Pulling back. “You hurt me!”
Quickly retracting there is blood on the boy’s penis, and a thin stream of flowing blood from within the girl’s vagina.
Frightened, grabbing Margery's blue T-shirt, Patrick wiped the blood from his penis, then from his cousins vagina. “Think I should call my mom?”
Neither child knowing what to say, how to explain. Within a minute, the slight flow of blood from within the eight year old girl’s vagina had stopped.
Margery forgetting she had been the original instigator. Remembering only the pain and blood —not knowing the true meaning of ‘rape’ — the eight year old girl believed she had been raped by her then ten year old cousin and both fearful, all sexual activity stopped.
9/14/39
Patrick— now at age eleven— announced to his parents that he was getting too old to babysit his now nearer nine than eight year old cousin.
Though the brothers and their wives continued playing Gin Rummy and drinking bourbon highballs, thinking Patrick old enough to be left home alone, the cousin’s twice monthly visits ended.
Truly not caring because with the start of school in the fall, Margery Binkowski had found a boy-friend by the name of Zachary Zimmer; a twelve year old, seventh grade boy that loved to fondle and suck on Margery’s — becoming an early developer— twelve year old Zachary Zimmer loved to fondle and suck on Margery’s small but growing titties as she, enthusiastically, jerked the boy off.
Ongoing years would find Margery transferred from school to school due to her shameless sexual provocations.
Arrested at age fifteen for ‘Grand Theft Auto’. Margery spent two years in the ‘Wisconsin Division of Juvenile Corrections’.
While in prison, however, continuing her education, Margery graduated high school with a B- plus average majoring in a business course, then, during her last six months of incarceration went on to take a course in shorthand and stenography.
In future years— neither willing to say, or remember how it actually came about— Patrick Binkowski would brag about getting fucked when he was but ten years old.
Margery Binkowski would say that she had been raped by her ten year old cousin when she was but eight years old.
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Chapter Twenty-One
???
Haven’t figured it out yet, but do
know We’ll be back in Loveland as I’ve had Enough of Margery Binkowski...
At least for a while.
