Woodstock 13
Franklin’s Story
Warning! Extremely descriptive. Read with caution.
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
11:37 AM
Tightening the arm about his neck as, bringing her lips to Franklin’s lips… Her tongue to Franklin’s lips.
Kissing Franklin.
Hidden in the water…
Four, five seconds…
Slowly masturbating Franklin.
Franklin’s lips though remaining pursed, as though reluctant to kiss an old, hairy lipped aunt.
Sharon’s tongue pushing harder, Franklin’s lips pressing tighter as…
Taking but four or five seconds of penile manipulation as...
A series of sharp pulsations are felt from the underside of Franklin’s penis, as…
Tilting his head sharply back, breaking all facial contact...
“God damn-it!”
The seventeen year old boy ejaculated into the clear water of White Lake as...
Westlake Village, California
March 19, 2011
Marsha and Mitchell in bed on this cool night.
11:55 PM
Turning onto her side, cupping her head within her palm, facing Mitchell.
Continuing Sharon’s Woodstock experience.
“Remember, Sherry told me all this in the strictness of girl to girl confidence…”
“And she was drunk and stoned when she told you.”
“Yeah. Guess that’s what half that maharajah cookie and five or six glasses of wine will do, because she told me about things she did and what happened at Woodstock that she sure as hell wouldn’t tell anyone if sober.
Snuggling closer, putting his arm over his wife’s hip,
Mitchell’s hand naturally finding Marsha’s soft ass.
“So…” he asked “...Sherry still believed he was a twenty year old guy?”
stroking her husband’s cheek. “She didn’t know what to believe, because when she tried to kiss him, it was like kissing a five year old that didn’t want to be kissed then, when he came…”
“Yeah, but she was jerking him off then.”
“Yeah, but...” Sharon said “...just for a few seconds. Then when he came...”
Woodstock Festival of Music and Love
White Lake, New York
August 12, 1969
11:37 AM
Ejaculating!
“God Damn-it!” The seventeen year old boy shouted as a brilliant
bolt of distant lightening brightened the storm grey sky.
Within that micro-moment of illuminating light, the blonde stubble on the chin of Franklin shown his face not as a man, but as a boy… As a boy with a premature ejaculation problem, to say nothing—Sharon thought, about that child like kiss.
Backing from Franklin, Sharon’s hands held firmly to his shoulders, her fingernails making deep impressions. “How old are you!” She demanded. “Really!”
Margery telling him to never reveal his present true age, as that would open her to accusations of insidiousness paedophilia, along with possible jail time.
“Twenty! God damn-it!” Franklin shouted, causing near by people to look their way. “I told you I’m twenty!”
“Okay!” Sharon’s heart pounding at the thought that she might be perpetrating an act of paedophilia.
Looking skyward as the rain stopped as suddenly as it had began.. “Know what…” turning from Sharon, wading to shore “...I’m ready for a hit. How’s about you?” He asked.
11:46 AM
In some other place! At some other time?
Believe him? Not believe him?
Having an extremely strong sexual urge for Franklin. Actually sensing a desirous need for him.
A different time. A different place. What could she do but believe him?
Along with a desire to teach this man... boy? a semblance of controlled ejaculatory restraint.
And, if in teaching him?
If teaching him meant fucking him?
“Yeah…” Sharon said. “I’m ready for a hit, too.”
11:50 AM
Following Franklin past crowds of people in water and those onto the weedy, now crowded earth — most fully nude as were Sharon and Franklin.
Looking at his slim backside. Watching the movement of his tight ass...
Not caring!
The storm over. The air still temporally cool.
Feeling cool air circulating over her still wet body; through her thighs, over her back.
Sharon’s fingers ruffling her hair.
Feeling cool air upon her scalp. Cool air enveloping her entire head.
In this place of personal preference. No one to judge. No one to criticise…
Feeling a sense of unrestricted freedom.
11:53 AM
Apparently the stoppage of rain singling ‘It’s now time to roll and light a joint’, as throughout the crowded shoreline and towards the upper area where she and Franklin had dropped the blanket, THC laden grey smoke spirited upward from the hundred or so of those now taking advantage of White Lakes, Nude Beach..
Here with this man of whatever age. Sensing a need such as she vaguely remembered first time— fifteen years in the past, when first she and her new husband, Clyde, had first made love.
What Sharon Murphy felt for Franklin certainly was not love! More like?
More likely…?
Possibly Franklin AKA ‘Lust’ had been properly named.
12:01 PM
Cool air quickly converting to hot and humid air.
Coming onto their wet, comparatively somewhat private blanket.
Immediately reaching into Sharon’s bag, Franklin removed and opened the small leather pouch containing his concocted ‘makings’ of two different strands of cannabis, along with a few crystals of the mind altering drug PCP.
Equally spreading an oversized pinch onto the cigarette paper.
Holding the Bic lighter to it’s tip, bringing the joint to flame and drawing sharply inward, then taking another hit, Franklin held both within his lungs for three or four seconds then exhaling, passed the joint to Sharon.
Waiting until Sharon took a, fortunately, lighter hit, then reaching for the joint, Franklin took a third deep hit.
Quiet seconds passing.
Occasionally people feel the need to get things off their chests. Especially after three deep hits of a home made PCP and cannabis highball.
Out of the blue! For both Sharon and Franklin, literally out of the blue...
“Margery’s been fucking me since I was thirteen.”
Feeling as though in a flimsy bubble. “How do you mean, fucking you?”
The concept of mother and son incest, even if she were completely sober totally escaping Sharon.
“She cheating you out of money, or something?”
Taking one last draw on the stub of the joint, Franklin crushed the smouldering paper between thumb and forefinger.
“If you mean taking money from me?” Giggling for some unknown reason. “No, I’ve never worked.”
Thinking, Twenty years old and...“You’ve never had a job?”
“No reason. Margery gives me whatever I want.”
Sharon’s bubble rising off the blanket. “You going to college?”
“I wanted to, but Margery said, ‘no need’, because she’s been training me to take over her business some day.”
Floating downward. “What kind of business?”
Belligerently. “Can’t tell you!”
Not understanding why, Sharon sensed herself floating upward again.
“You don’t know what her business is?”
“Yeah, sure I know. But…” spoken like a child “... I’m not allowed to tell you anything about us.”
Staring down at him. Attempting to see which of the two Franklins is really Franklin.
Within her fog, knowing this to be a stupid question. “When you say your mother’s been fucking you, what do you mean? “
“Promise! You can’t never, ever say nothing to Margery about me telling you about, uh, stuff!”
“Say anything to her? Jesus!” Sharon’s eyes comically rolling. “I don’t even want to look at her! So, okay, I promise.
“You asking me what I mean, Sherrie?” Giggling again. “What I mean, Sherry, is that my mother and me have been fucking since I been thirteen.”
Her back stiffening. Sharon’s large, mid-aged breasts flattening upon her upper stomach as the filmy bubble bursts about her.
Even in her altered state: “My, God!” Franklin’s answer so shocks Sharon that she gazes about as though searching for something intelligent to say.
“Your father…” she asked “... does he know about this?”
Fanning his drying hair outward as, laying back, his hands folded behind his head, Franklin's legs stretched forward, his flaccid penis draping over his left thigh.
Nonchalantly stated. “Don’t got a father.”
“What the hell do you mean?” Looking intently at his lightly blonde whiskered face and thinly muscled arms “You don’t got a father’?”
Conversation stopping as a couple looking for space enough to drop their blanket passes by.
Franklin not in a filmy bubble, but more so in a shimmering transparent box.
“Margery says she was raped.” his words slurred. “Well, she also said her cousin raped her when she was eight. But I talked to my cousin and he says it never, ever happened.”
“You believed him?”
Knowing him and knowing Margery, yeah, I believe my cousin.”
“That second rape? Who…”
“She didn’t know.”
Feeling her buttocks no longer flat upon the blanket, but floating inches above.
“What the hell did you give me to smoke?”
Lifting his shoulders high enough to shrug, giggling, Franklin dropped back.
“How wouldn’t she know?” Sharon demanded
“Know what?”
Her bubble dropping. “Who the fuck fucked her!”
“Oh! Oh, yes…” head and shoulders poking from a transparent box.
“...she was at a party with some of her friends and, Margery told me, they were wasted on, she thought, LSD, and this guy she didn’t know or ever saw before or after, raped her… At least that’s what she told me.”
The four hits on the concocted overstuffed joint slamming Franklin as, his eyes half closed, his voice — speaking from within the transparent box, in a kind of melodious half-tone…
“Margery and me used to take baths together when I was a kid.”
Beyond mere Intoxication due to that one hit of hallucinatory medicated cannabis, Franklin’s unbelievable words coming to Sharon from within her shimmering bubble as though being read from a pornographic novel.
“Margery and me used to take baths together when I was a kid.”
From a distant place, “How old?” Sharon heard herself ask.
“Not sure. But in winter, when I came in from playing, Margery would draw a hot, bubbly bath and we’d both get in naked into the tub — her first with me between her legs, and she’d scrub my back and wash my head and then reach around and play with my cock until I… don’t remember what I did then because I was too young to come.”
“This never bothered you?”
“Why should it have? It always felt so good, and I knew my mommy was enjoying it. Then, when I got older, maybe nine years old, sometimes, at bed time Margery would hold the blanket open and her and me would be naked together and she’d ask me to suck her titties while she’d jerk me off into a hanky, and then we’d sleep naked together.”
In Franklin’s own cannabis and PCP induced trance.
His eyes closed. Franklin’s voice and words coming through from even a further place. In even more a melodious half-tone…
Speaking words he’d never before dared to speak to anyone.
Speaking from within his dazed condition.
To Sharon Murphy, hearing as though from a far off haze, the consequences of the words spoken by Franklin were beyond any logical belief.
“Margery says she loves my cock. When I was younger, say about twelve, she loved to give me a boner just to watch me come. Then, fifteen or twenty minutes later, play with it or suck it until she gives me another boner then make me come again.”
Opening his eyes to minimal slits, with no outward movement, Franklin’s eyes shifted to his left, towards Sharon.
“Once when I was…? I think twelve, she even got me to come.. To actually come five times in one hour.”
“That had to hurt your, uh, we-we.”
“Yeah. I remember, it did.”
“I suppose…” Sharon said from her far away place “...when a guy is twelve, sometimes he could do it.”
Oblivious to those about them, Sharon and Franklin quiet, until...
Dimly occurring to him: “Once Margery and me went to a— I hate the term, but I suppose you could call it a ‘paedophile beauty contest’ in Las Vegas for boys and girls under thirteen.”
Not really wanting to know, but like reading a horrid book, having to know. “Why kids under thirteen?”
“Margery told me that the way the judges figure is kids over thirteen begin to look too adult.”
Still lying flat out, Sharon saw Franklin’s penis lift from his thigh and jerk to full erection.
“You win?” Sharon asked distastefully.
“Of course!” He said proudly. “But then I had to put on a show with the twelve year old girl that won, who had tits so small I couldn’t even hold them and a hairless pussy.”
Not caring, but like that horrid book. “So what happened?”
“Girl loved my cock and sucked it till I came.” Adding. “That only took about thirty seconds.”
Both quiet.
Sharon within her flimsy bubble.
Franklin within his transparent box.
Both still.
Sharon watching as, appearing to be asleep, deflating, Franklin’s penis flopped onto his thigh.
“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 Margery and me never fucked until after my thirteenth birthday.”
Once again, not really wanting to know, bu having to know! “How come?”
“The Hebrew bible says…”
“Hebrew bible? Your mother, she Jewish?”
“Nah. Margery’s mother and father were Catholic.”
“Why the Hebrew bible then?”
Thinking a long moment. “Margery knew the stuff we been doing together… You know, the sex stuff we did to each other wasn’t really, uh? A good thing. So she insisted we wait until I was thirteen then, like the Hebrew bible says, ‘ a boy becomes a man.’
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