The Old VW bus
The old VW bus takes a tour of Canada
The old bus had never looked so good, at least, no time recently. New green paint with the orange and yellow stripes running around her body glistened and the engine was purring. Still, I was having second thoughts about pulling her from the shop and starting a trip of this length.
Interstate 95 was typically busy and the CB shortwave chatter was fun. Most of the comments ran to the affect of " What year is the VW?" or "Are you really running front and rear radar detectors?" Everyone who saw her at truck stops or spoke to me on the CB were amazed that she was approaching 50 years old. The old bus purred northward toward the Canadian border.
This was the trip Lee's mother would never allow, but now it seemed it would finally happen. Lee had called and said her boyfriend wanted her to take this trip across Canada with me and he would keep the kids. Giselle, her childhood friend, would be coming with us as well. The girls were emphatic about the time frame of the adventure!
Customs proved a challenge. Apparently I was far too honest when questioned.
"Do you have tools and spare parts?"was the one that got me. Honestly, I replied "yes". Apparently the guy in the terminator sun glasses was convinced I was selling collector vehicle parts and would pocket the money and come home with an empty van. I tried to convince him, which was hopeless. Finally in desperation I said "Great. Put them in your building. When the bus breaks down, I'll call you."
He got it, I was allowed entry.
Lee had been raised pretty much in the hippy life style. From the time she was a teen she and I wanted to cross the Canadian Rockies with her childhood friend. The plan was to make our way slowly to Vancouver using the most scenic, desolate roads. Then the girls, now in their 30's, would fly home.
On the outskirts of Quebec my only concern was fuel. In the 60's it seemed that the bus got fantastic gas mileage. Today with cars getting 30 or more miles per gallon, the bus was pitiful.
When I arrived at the house Lee and Giselle ran to meet me. They both looked like they did as I remembered them, both beautiful and alluring. Kissing their families good bye we headed west. The girls chatted incessantly and caught me up on every bloody fact since I had moved to Florida. They babbled like high school kids at a sleep over.
As we crossed into Ontario the girls crawled into the double bed in the rear. Driving west I could hear them giggle and faint sounds that sounded like moans of pure pleasure.
The giggling got louder and my daughter asked me to turn the interior lights to dim. They told me they wanted to give the truckers a "show" and suggested I look straight ahead.
One thing the bus still had was the big rear view mirror. My eyes watched the two girls as they touched, kissed, and orally pleasured each other.
They were seemingly so happy as they orgasmed over and over. Each used a strap on in the other and each moaned and cried out as they orgasmed.
It was Giselle who whispered in my ear "pull over, come to the bed." I snapped out the lights as I made my way rearward. Sleep never came. I felt my cock being stroked as Giselle touched and teased me which did not take much after watching the mirror for hours.
My cock hard, I felt four hands, two mouths and tongues and feelings I had not had in years. It seemed hours as orally we all stimulated each other to a frenzy then let the feeling subside just a little. Both girls orgasmed hard and loud.
The interior smelled of sex.
It was Giselle who caressed me then whispered, "I want you". In the dim interior light though it was confusing. In my frenzy when legs were spread wide I penetrated and the sex just was phenomenal, deep hard strokes with balls slapping her ass. I moaned as our breathing got so fast and heavy. Pumping like I had not done in years I thought how beautiful she was and how tight her hot, wet, pussy was, so inviting.
As her vagina squeezed me, milked me, I came deep inside her. At that same point she came hard and long. Wave after wave of my juice flowed into her filling her. Kissing I felt her tongue against mine. "Daddy, I always wanted you inside me; thank you, I love you," echoed in my head.
The miles flew by. I had some guilt after being almost tricked into sex with my daughter yet I knew we have both wanted it to happen for years. Often I was not sure if the truckers horns were to honor the car; or, had they seen the two girls in the back seat; or, were they angry because I was drifting in my lane as I watched Lee and Giselle.
All morning the girls giggled about the love making on the side of the road the night before. I listened and thought how wonderful it was having my cock so deep inside my daughter.
It was amazing watching the girls. They made love with a special tenderness, a special passion. Nude on the bed in the back of the bus they kissed, touched and made love over and over. Between the carnal passion of the previous night and today the bus actually had the aroma, the sweet nectar of sex.
After filling the bus with gas, western Ontario melted and farmlands whizzed by.
I am not sure how, but you managed to get into the passenger front seat and Giselle straddled my seat and yours, her legs spread by the shifter. Each time I shifted gears her thighs closed just enough that my hands moved on them. Two 35 year old beautiful girls and me on the road trip of a lifetime.
The sign up ahead indicated gas, food and motels. My suggestion was we stop for the night, get some food, a shower and some proper rest. The girls whispered back and forth then in unison, ''that works but we are only taking one room.''
When I came back to the room from fueling the bus and checking its oil level the girls had showered and were in the king sized bed. I sat down and watched them then went and showered myself.
Drying off as I watched some more, the girls called me to bed. With Giselle touching and caressing us both I began to make love to Lee my beautiful daughter.
Giselle's hands and mouth flew over both of us as Lee and I made love almost like the first night of a honeymoon. It was magic as her hands guided my cock deep inside her. The feeling of my cock moving inside the woman who I conceived was perfect. Her body responded in unison to me. Her pelvis pushed toward me to take each stroke deep within her hot wet pussy. We orgasmed in perfect unity, my man juice filled her as wave after wave of my hot, sticky sperm shot into her.
We slept until one awoke and then the love making began again. Each time the girls made love to each other it just excited me beyond belief. Each time then my hard cock would again penetrate and fill my precious Lee. I found it odd but none of the times would she permit me to eat her after, she would just say, ''no, daddy, I want all of it to stay as long as possible within me.''
Both girls got out of their clothes quickly once we were back on the road. I watched as they made love in every conceivable way. Then to my amazement Giselle tied Lee and blindfolded her.
Trying to keep the bus on the road as I watched was difficult. Giselle kissed, teased, and touched Lee so delicately, so sweetly. As Lee moaned Giselle continued and my cock hardened. I heard Lee as she orgasmed several times.
Then abruptly Lee commanded, ''on your knees slut.'' Still blindfolded I could see my beautiful daughter on her knees.
The next sound I heard was Giselle spanking Lee, between her tears I heard, ''more, please more.'' The spanking continued then a brief silence. Glancing rearward I saw the huge strap on as it pushed into Lee. I heard the gasp then the moans. As Giselle pumped Lee with the strap on she continued the spanking. I could barely drive as I watched my daughter being spanked and almost violently fucked by her dearest friend.
My cock was hard, pre cum on my leg when I just pulled it out. Driving a manual shift was tough with only one hand but I had to stroke as I watched the mirror. Giselle was slamming in and out of Lee as I stroked my cock. Seemingly in unison we all screamed as we climaxed.
The Canadian Rockies, really the MacKenzie Mountains were spectacular. Seemingly the girls made love the whole trip encouraging me back to the bed many times. Somehow the girls had a way of exciting the hell out of me but my hard cock was for Lee and Lee alone.
Approaching Vancouver we chatted about how well the old VW did. I shared my concern about taking it from restoration to road trip with so little time for any shake down runs. Giving the most angelic smile Lee took my hand and held it to her breast as she said. ''Daddy, it had to be this week. I have monitored my body for years; this was the week it had to be. I told you no more grandchildren, this will be your child.''