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Obsessions
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Straight Female / 64
Fifty Years Almost To The Day I Ran Away With A Couple Of Hippies
For some this will be a story they will not agree with. For others it will be their dream story. For me it is my story. Agree with it or not. It started fifty years ago.
My parents decided that they would become missionaries and I was left with my grandmother. She was not happy about that, I was seven and she didn't have the money or the time or the inclination to raise me. Many times she told she just wished I wasn't there. At fourteen I decided to run away. A hippie type couple picked me up outside a gas station by the freeway exit. I was filthy and hungry and the girl put me in the shower at the motel clothes and all and washed me from head to toe. She washed my hair a couple of times, getting the rats out, and she washed my clothes on my back and then stripped me naked and washed me again until I smelled good. I hadn't cleaned very well between my legs and she washed me with vim and vigor, stuck her finger in me and all.
She walked me out naked to the bedroom where he boyfriend was and she laid a towel on the bed and told me to lay down and she cleaned me up first with a pair of scissors and then got the shaving cream and a razor and she razored me clean, including my butt crack. She washed me again down there with lots of water and soap. Washed my butt too, up my crack and my butthole. When she was done she kissed my crack, bent down and kissed my crack and smelled me to see if I smelled clean. Then she washed herself the same way and had me wash her too, especially up her butt crack and her butthole. She shaved and had me shave her, like me up her butt crack too. She made me smell her to see if she smelled good. After all that, we were both naked and we stood in front of the mirror over the dresser and looked at our butts and front crack to see if we saw any pubes that needed to come off. She told me that she was just disgusted with the way pussy smelled. For the next ten years she washed me every night and I washed her right back.
With me in the car, remember I was 14, they decided to head south and cross into Mexico where they could hide me and keep me away from my grandmother and the law. We crossed at a small point in New Mexico, they paid the Mexican police to let me in with them telling them I was her sister but I had lost my papers. Over the next many months we went up and down the Pacific coast. sleeping in the car, on the beach, in cheap hotels. Whenever there was a shower it was wash day and we got in the shower dressed and washed the clothes before getting naked and going though our routine. At this point it's safe to tell you that he didn't want a smelly girl in his bed so we made sure we smelled real clean and good before getting in bed with him. My virginity as such was long lost by the time we made it to Mexico.
I got older and there was a family conference and they decided it was time for me to go back up to California with them, and pass the GED and go to college. They would get jobs and I would go to school. We went first to Sacramento then up into the mountains. While I was in college the babies came, out of her and out of me. It was the season, she said. Our season. After I finished college, we had four kids by then, they decided to get married, make it official. We had a real hippie wedding for them, she was bathed in the brook, her hair made up in braids, the kids were the flower girls and ring boys and I stood beside her holding her flowers and her hand. The lady who did the wedding was a traveling priestess of the Church of Who Knows What, the Moon Princess Church.
I was 24, ten years after running away from home, with my two kids we went to find my grandmother. She had died three years earlier but left her old house to me, if I was ever found. We sold the house for not much money, but enough for a down payment for a house in California and we went respectable, getting jobs that paid money and being on the clock and insurance and paid vacation. We went conventional. One day we were hippies living in a run down house and the next we were in a three bedroom two bath getting kids washed and dressed for school.
Our obsession with smelling clean has lasted all our lives together. And we passed it on to our daughters. We went through periods of sculpted pubes, no pubes, and lots of pubes. When we were young, when we first met, it was no pubes. But that's not so becoming on a fifty year old broad. Our daughters we kept nice and clean and smooth with pretty lips until they rebelled and told us to leave them alone when they were in their teens. I know for a fact that they are just as obsessed as us, and their little girls will be too. The big difference is they never looked like hippies after we went conventional and buying the house.
As you may tell what marked me overall was the obsession with being clean as a bell down there, Once you go that way you don't really ever go natural. It's really not our way.
My parents decided that they would become missionaries and I was left with my grandmother. She was not happy about that, I was seven and she didn't have the money or the time or the inclination to raise me. Many times she told she just wished I wasn't there. At fourteen I decided to run away. A hippie type couple picked me up outside a gas station by the freeway exit. I was filthy and hungry and the girl put me in the shower at the motel clothes and all and washed me from head to toe. She washed my hair a couple of times, getting the rats out, and she washed my clothes on my back and then stripped me naked and washed me again until I smelled good. I hadn't cleaned very well between my legs and she washed me with vim and vigor, stuck her finger in me and all.
She walked me out naked to the bedroom where he boyfriend was and she laid a towel on the bed and told me to lay down and she cleaned me up first with a pair of scissors and then got the shaving cream and a razor and she razored me clean, including my butt crack. She washed me again down there with lots of water and soap. Washed my butt too, up my crack and my butthole. When she was done she kissed my crack, bent down and kissed my crack and smelled me to see if I smelled clean. Then she washed herself the same way and had me wash her too, especially up her butt crack and her butthole. She shaved and had me shave her, like me up her butt crack too. She made me smell her to see if she smelled good. After all that, we were both naked and we stood in front of the mirror over the dresser and looked at our butts and front crack to see if we saw any pubes that needed to come off. She told me that she was just disgusted with the way pussy smelled. For the next ten years she washed me every night and I washed her right back.
With me in the car, remember I was 14, they decided to head south and cross into Mexico where they could hide me and keep me away from my grandmother and the law. We crossed at a small point in New Mexico, they paid the Mexican police to let me in with them telling them I was her sister but I had lost my papers. Over the next many months we went up and down the Pacific coast. sleeping in the car, on the beach, in cheap hotels. Whenever there was a shower it was wash day and we got in the shower dressed and washed the clothes before getting naked and going though our routine. At this point it's safe to tell you that he didn't want a smelly girl in his bed so we made sure we smelled real clean and good before getting in bed with him. My virginity as such was long lost by the time we made it to Mexico.
I got older and there was a family conference and they decided it was time for me to go back up to California with them, and pass the GED and go to college. They would get jobs and I would go to school. We went first to Sacramento then up into the mountains. While I was in college the babies came, out of her and out of me. It was the season, she said. Our season. After I finished college, we had four kids by then, they decided to get married, make it official. We had a real hippie wedding for them, she was bathed in the brook, her hair made up in braids, the kids were the flower girls and ring boys and I stood beside her holding her flowers and her hand. The lady who did the wedding was a traveling priestess of the Church of Who Knows What, the Moon Princess Church.
I was 24, ten years after running away from home, with my two kids we went to find my grandmother. She had died three years earlier but left her old house to me, if I was ever found. We sold the house for not much money, but enough for a down payment for a house in California and we went respectable, getting jobs that paid money and being on the clock and insurance and paid vacation. We went conventional. One day we were hippies living in a run down house and the next we were in a three bedroom two bath getting kids washed and dressed for school.
Our obsession with smelling clean has lasted all our lives together. And we passed it on to our daughters. We went through periods of sculpted pubes, no pubes, and lots of pubes. When we were young, when we first met, it was no pubes. But that's not so becoming on a fifty year old broad. Our daughters we kept nice and clean and smooth with pretty lips until they rebelled and told us to leave them alone when they were in their teens. I know for a fact that they are just as obsessed as us, and their little girls will be too. The big difference is they never looked like hippies after we went conventional and buying the house.
As you may tell what marked me overall was the obsession with being clean as a bell down there, Once you go that way you don't really ever go natural. It's really not our way.
