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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Friday, June 16, 2012

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Filename: woodstoc.txt
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story_codes: M/g(6 or 7), first, cons

story_intro: The saying goes that if your remember being at Woodstock, your weren't really there. But Woody does have a memorable experience from those August days in 1969. During a stormy night, he encounters a little girl who tried some "candy" that has made her stoned. She is naked, happy, and playing in the rain and mud when Woddy encounters her...

story_language: English




Woodstock Woody

Written by madvlad


	After hours of heavy rain, they finally called a halt to the music, leaving over four hundred thousand people in the bog-like slopes of Max Yeager's farm to fend for themselves for the night. No one was very surprised as those close to the stage had been wondering when, not so much as if, one of the performers would be electrocuted. So throughout that August night in 1969, people chanted "No More Rain" or otherwise huddled together in whatever makeshift and leaky shelter they could find.

	Woody was more comfortably stretched out than huddled. His VW van had carried in jugs and canteens of water and loaves fresh-baked bread that were freely distributed. It was too crowded to leave, so he simply left it parked atop the hill, giving him a fairly good view of the crowd and the concert. He was too far away to see the artists very clearly, but he could hear them just fine and loved to watch the throngs swaying to the music.

	Occasionally, he would have some visitors who would come in out of the rain to share his space. Two couples had made love, unconcerned about his close presence. One thoughtful, petite young woman named Marjorie gave him a remarkably skilled blowjob.

	"I like your dick, Wood Man," she said when she was done. (Woody had no idea why she chose that nickname, but she used it immediately and never stopped.) "It's just enough for a mouthful without making me gag."

	Although Marjorie was sincere in her compliment, there was no disguising the fact that Woody was undersized in that area. But it always answered the call to duty and Woody knew how to use it just right with the ladies. He had never had a chick complain and more than one had returned for more.

	Several other visitors to his van had shared some weed and one had offered him some acid which he declined. There had been some stories about some of the acid being bad and the hospital tent filling up with people on some horrific trips. Rumor had it that it was the brown acid at fault, but Woody was passing on all of it.

	For now he was alone with the side door open, watching the rain and thinking about the festival so far. In particular, he was thinking of that morning when he went to Filipinni Pond at the bottom of the slope. It had become a haven for swimmers and skinny dippers (with most of them eventually becoming the latter) and Woody had gone down to sight-see. 

	There were some little kids playing in the water among the adults and no one seemed to pay them any mind. Woody assumed their parents were nearby, but there was no telling. For some reason, he became focused on a little girl of about six or seven with long blonde tresses that some others called Sunshine. It was a good name for the Age of Aquarius, man.

	Anyway, Sunshine was thriving in the sunshine, the white areas of her body slowly matching her tanned limbs. Woody liked the way her little butt bounced as she splashed with other little ones. And the wide smile on her face lived up to her moniker, rarely slipping away. 

	At one point, she mimicked some of the women bathers, standing with her back arched and her chest pointed toward the sun in some yoga ritual (or something like that - Woody didn't ask). He was admiring the mostly firm tits offered to the sun when he spied the clean, bumpless curve of Sunshine's chest. Her posture made her little ass clench tighter, reminding Woody of a pair of smooth softballs that he somehow needed to squeeze. 

	But he kept his hands to himself, sipping something from a flask someone had handed to him. He passed the flask on and watched as Sunshine turned toward him. The front of Woody's tight, striped bellbottom trousers felt a little tighter when his prick responded to the sight of Sunshine's bare cunny. It looked perfect in the brief span of sunlight; white against her tan thighs with the tiny, hairless mound perfectly bedecked with such an innocent-looking slit. She was probably one of the few virgins in this gathering of the Love Generation.

	Several people nearby yelled when a sharp burst of thunder ripped over them. It even made Woody's van shake a little. But Woody was too mellow to worry, running low and easy on the buzz on some premium Columbian vegetation. He could hear some voices of people roused from their semi-slumber and one cut through his semi-delirium.

	"Check out that little chick. She's trippin' on those drops that Lo-Lo was passin' out."

	Woody leaned out to the doorway of his van as he heard some light squishing in the mud nearby and the sound of a childish voice cooing in the rain. The light was dim, but a few fires not far away showed a very small figure swirling around and around. As Woody's eyes adjusted to the low light, he recognized Sunshine.

	"Hey, Sunshine. What are you doing out in the dark?" Woody asked.

	The little girl stopped and looked at him in surprise.

	"No dark, it's all light and...beauuuutiful!"

	There was no doubt in Woody's mind that the kid was on some sort of drug-induced high. Fortunately, it was a good journey for the tyke. He had no idea if she had ever dressed after being in the pond, but she was in the nude now with only splatters of mud on her body.

	"They painted me," she child went on in an awed voice. "Look at my paintings."

	Sunshine stood in front of Woody with her arms outstretched, showing off the patterns of mud on her. It became apparent that, aside from what was covering her feet and lower legs, the rest had been daubed on by someone or several people. The little girl's nipples and pussy were coated with mud although it was coming off in the rain. 

	"My paintings are going away," Sunshine muttered. "Could you paint me?"

	Woody started as he realized she had been speaking directly to him. The sight of the little girl offering her naked body to him was too much and he quickly stripped. He had never been into little girls before, but this era was all about expanding to new things. Sliding out of his van and into the rain, he led the girl around to the back of the van where there seemed to be no one watching.

	When they were in the middle of a watery mud puddle, Woody scooped a handful and painted a smiley face on Sunshine's belly, making the little girl giggle. Then he edited, smearing more mud on the child's body as the smile across her tummy was made wider and the eyes were moved up to her re-muddied nipples. Woody could tell the kid was getting into it without understanding what was happening when he felt the tiny nubbins on her chest stiffen beneath his fingers.

	"How about a tongue hanging out?" he asked and Sunshine dreamily nodded. 

	It was a very long tongue - long enough to dip below the little girl's belly, over the smooth patch of skin above her groin, and then covering her bald little mons. Woody took pains to make sure the end was well painted, rubbing the thin mud into the warm crevice in the child's mons and making Sunshine wriggle happily as her clit stiffened.

	"Paint me some more," she requested.

	Next, Woody's hands slathered mud up Sunshine's legs until he reached her ass, finally caressing and kneading those little buttocks that had attracted him earlier in the day. But the rain was pouring harder, cleaning Woody's artwork from the little girl's body. Since she wanted more painting, Woody eased her down into the mud, rolling and fondling her slippery young body in the mud while the rain continued its battle to make the laughing little girl clean again.

	Woody had no reference for how long that had been at it. Sunshine was trying to draw muddy pictures on him in the rain, too, only to laugh when the water dribbled her efforts away. At some point, they were lying together in the mud with Woody holding her by the ass while he rubbed her wet cuntlet against his hardened member. His next burst of clarity came when he realized he had to get inside of her.

	Rolling so that she was under him, he slid his prick between her slippery thighs and eased the head into the opening of her aroused cunny. Her clit tickled the top of his dick as it moved until he met the resistance of her hymen. Lightning flashed and a freeze-frame image was burned into Woody's mind; the little blonde haired girl, her body half brown with mud and half white with water lying peacefully in the bog with her legs spread and his prick barely inserted into the innocence of her tiny sex. 

	When another burst of thunder rolled, Woody jerked forward, breaking Sunshine's cherry. The little girl's eyes jerked with confusion at the momentary pain, but she showed no other distress. Woody moved forward, opening the child's virgin pussy with his cock and feeling her tight body clasp around his member with all of its might. As the storm raged, Woody moved in and out of the warmth and wetness of the little girl, pressing her upraised hands into the mud.

	Grunting with every stroke, Sunshine responded as her pussy grew hotter. The drugs in her body made it respond in ways she never could have imagined and she pressed her tender cunt upward, feeling Woody's pubic hair press against her hairless mound. The little girl's grunts became whines and she stared up over Woody's shoulders, completely lost in the swirling storm growing within her immature body.

	Lightning crashed above and another bolt answered within Sunshine's little loins. The child screamed and wrapped her small legs around Woody, desperately humping him while her orgasm raged. Woody thrust harder, pounding the little girl's ass into the mud until his balls released, pumping wads of sperm into her fresh young sex. Sunshine raised her head and stared down her belly, cooing in amazement at what she was feeling.

	When Woody got to his knees, he helped Sunshine to her feet. A brief strobe of lightning showed some reddened stains on her inner thighs that were darker than the soupy mud. Other figures gathered around but in his mellow haze, Woody was not concerned. 

	"Beautiful man. That was so beautiful," lazy voices of both men and women murmured around him. 

	Woody saw one of the figures - a man - kneel next to Sunshine and gently press her down into the mud again. Immensely content, Woody sat on the ground and watched as one man after another mounted the little girl, making her laugh and cum in the grips of the outer and inner storms as they filled her with seed.

	It was Monday and scores of attendees were still trekking from the farm. Woody was content to remain a while longer, waiting for the traffic to clear before starting his van. For several hours, he scanned the crowd, looking for that little blonde-haired girl and wondering what had become of her.

	Marjorie was curled up next to him in his van. Having met just last Friday, they had decided to head West together, possibly all the way out to California. Whatever happened then, well, that would be then. 

	Woody had just passed the remaining stub of his joint to Marjorie when he spied a group of adults with several children. There among them was Sunshine; the glow of her smile making her a fitting namesake for the light above. She was wearing a multi-colored poncho and Woody couldn't tell if there was clothing beneath as her bare legs stuck out from beneath the hem. 

	The grown-ups and kids were all content. A woman Woody guessed to be Sunshine's mother was speaking in low tones to the girl, rubbing her back while the girl nodded and giggled. Then mother and daughter looked up at a tall, bearded man who was walking beside them. Something told Woody that this man was not the girl's father, but that he was now sharing some special bond between Sunshine and her mother.

	He was a lucky dude, Woody thought as Marjorie leaned her head against him.

	"Whatcha thinkin', Wood Man?" Marjorie drawled.

	"Oh nothing. Just that we should be okay leaving in a couple of hours," he replied.

	"Mmmm...I just love passing the time," she murmured as she ran her hand over his crotch.

	Hooking his toe in the handle, Woody partially slid the side door closed as he slid his hand inside Marjorie's shirt, finding her small breast quite responsive to his touch.

	"Here's to lucky dudes," he said as he bent to kiss her.



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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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