My name is Gospel of Luke. I'm 22 geezerhood old, and I love to travel. My grandfather passed away when I was in mellow schoolhouse but he left behind a fortune in his will for his two kidskin, my Father-God and my aunt. My grandfather left money for his four grandchildren including myself. I put nearly of the money away in deliverance. However, I decided my 3rd yr of college that I needed a changed of scenery. I had a rough in year as I dealt with the divorce of my parents and my lady friend of six old age decided to break out things off with me. My grades had plummeted and I was just not happy. I decided to take away a year off and devote time to myself and heal. I quit my job, left schooltime, and sold my car. The money I made from my car plus taking some out of my savings was more than enough for me to move around across the world and know comfortably for at to the lowest degree a twelvemonth.

I started my imposing tour of the man, flying from Calif. to Republic of Iceland. I stayed in Iceland for about a month and explored the state, staying in lodge. I made friends everywhere I went and did activities like hiking, camping, and excursion. I enjoyed Iceland, from the dipsomaniac verdure to the hot outflow, glaciers, and seeing the Northern Lights.

After Iceland, I made my way over to Spain and traveled across the state. I stayed in Seville, capital of Spain, and Barcelona. I had the sentence of my liveliness in each city, enjoying the night life and the culture everywhere I went. I took quick trips over to Ibiza, and Portugal. After almost two month in Spain, I decided to enamor a geartrain over to French Republic and pass a hebdomad or so in Paris. From genus Paris, I will head over to the coast and sojourn Nice and Monaco.

I spent clip getting to explore Paris when I arrived. I visited the Alexandre Gustave Eiffel Tower and climbed it, went shopping, visited the Louvre, Notre Dame, and the K Palais. All within the starting time few days of my arriver. I made some friends at my hostelry that I stayed at. lodge were the beneficial way to move around as they're very economical for lodging. They also provide hoi polloi the unique opportunity to fit former companion travelers from around the world.

Toward the end of my inaugural workweek in Paris, I decided to do some exploring outside the city. One of the guys that runs the hostel I'm staying at gave me an address down the street to lease motorcycles for the day for really good prices. With a pocket-sized backpack I carry with me everywhere I go, I head over to the rental place. I carry my billfold, phone, map of France and of City of Light, snacks and water. I pick up my motorcycle, and decide to head west.

It's a beautiful, scenic ride once I leave the Benjamin Rush hour in the city and psyche towards the outskirts. I don't have a destination in judgment. I just want to go explore. After a twosome hours on the road, I pull off the principal road and chance a side street that leads into a small village. The hamlet is surrounded by good deal and sits in a valley. As I ride downhill into the village, I can see small rest home, farms, and a prominent steeple in the kernel of the village. The side road I'm on takes me into the nerve of the village. It's almost a ghost townsfolk as very few people are out and about. I ride by and a few French local anaesthetic wave at me, as I wave back at them. I stop my bike and parkland it next to a bakehouse. I was pretty athirst and this looked like the exclusively post in town that served intellectual nourishment.

I take a just feeling at the small space. It's two write up. The commencement flooring is the bakery and the endorsement floor looks to be residential. Most likely the owner of the bakehouse lives up the stairs. I read the signboard that hangs in high spirits over the doorway.

"Boulangerie Olga."Otherwise known as"Olga's Bakery."I know very little French. As a subject of fact, had I not seen the logo with fresh staff of life and fruit next to the gens on the sign, I wouldn't have been able to guess that boulangerie is French people for bakery. I can say hi, yes, no, delight, sorry, and thank you in Daniel Chester French. That's about it. I was lucky that most of the topographic point I've stayed so far, wad of people spoke English language and their indigene speech communication. Here in the heart of nowhere, at least 70 miles outside of Paris, I honestly don't know if anyone speaks English.

I make my way inside into the bakeshop and the smell of fresh croissants, chocolate, and cheese welcomes me.

"Bonjour !"

Behind the comeback, is a large older French gentlewoman. She has a huge pan of refreshed dough in her hands. She takes the pan and puts it inside a tumid Sir Henry Joseph Wood burning oven.

"Bonjour."I reply back to her as I make my way over to the counter to get a look at what to eat.

I don't see any computer menu but it looks like to the highest degree of the point for sale here are on display.

The Lady asks what I want to order in French, and I look at her, and state her the only phrasal idiom I knew in French people.

"Desolé, je ne parle pas Francais"

( Sorry, I don't speak French. )

The variety lady looks at me with a charitable smile.

"Ahh ... sorry ? I no speak ... English very effective ... .order ?"

She has a thick-skulled accent that makes it knockout for me to barely empathise her incredibly confine English.

I point at a croissant on display behind the glass that has ham, fresh high mallow, spinach, and other veggies. I signal to her with my hands that I want three of those crescent roll with a crank of water.

The kind noblewoman smile and gives me a thumb up as she preps my decree getting fresh crescent roll ready for me.

I take a seat across from the ordering field. The tush are restrain and the tables are minuscule. The kind lady brings me a pitcherful of H2O. With the water, she also brings a sassy complimentary cup of coffee.

"Merci,"I say thanking her.

She smiles at me and take the air back to her baking hot area. And that's when I take a really ripe smell at her.

I assume her gens is Olga, as that's the name of the bakery. Olga is a large, plump out mature woman looking to be in her late sixties. She's poor, about 5'2, with a fat belly and curl on her sides. She has unforesightful brunet fuzz with a hairnet on. Her tit are orotund, about DDD sized and sagged and I can evidence she doesn't have a bra on. She wears a bluing and purple blouse with an forestage on over her. Olga's typeface is chubby with a two-base hit chin. She's sweaty and has baking flour on her arms, hand, and some on her case. Her fount is slightly wrinkled but she's average looking.

What caught my tending as she walked away was she only had on panties underneath her proscenium. She has an incredibly fat ass that jiggles side to side each step she takes. Olga has large granny knot scanty on with a couple of summerset flops.

There was something about her that turned me on. She's not physically attractive, but the thought of getting down and dirty with this fat grannie has my cock twitching, and growing in my pants.

Olga comes back out bit later with my solid food and says something to me in French with a smile. I assume it was something along the origin of"enjoy."

I watch as she makes her way back behind the counter. Her grotesque ass swaying back and Forth. She was driving me demented ! In that very moment, I wanted her all to myself ! I wanted to derail on her and figure out every plica of her fat sweaty body and just ram my rooster oceanic abyss inside her.

Olga catches me staring at her from afar. I can see a grin from the recession of her mouth as she takes refreshful rolls out of the oven. I want her to see me gaze at her lustfully. Something inside me tells me she enjoyed being eye candy for me.

Here I am, a young fit guy in my early twenties, fantasizing about all the nasty affair I can do to a fat, old lady out in the center of nowhere in a extraneous res publica. She must need me too ... right ?

I mean, the way she's dressed ! I get that it's incredibly hot and humid inside this little bakery with no air conditioning. But why the pantie ? She's walking around in her underwear with a customer here. Did she need to grab my attention ? I mean ... is she horny ? Does she have a husband or pardner that satisfies her ? Or maybe she's just the topical anesthetic village sporting lady. By her walking around in her panties all day with no bra on, this can dedicate anyone easy access to just walk up behind and fully take advantage of her.

All these sentiment crossed my mind as I ate my pleasant-tasting croissants. I didn't actualize how thirsty I was till I took that first bite ! By the time I finish my home, I decide I'm going to take the fortune and see if she's down to play with a Lester Willis Young hornlike American guy like myself. I mean, what's the whip that can fall out if my plan fails ? She screams, and I'll get the hellhole out of here on my bike in no time.

I wave for Olga to come to my table.

She asks me in French if I want anything else ( I assume ). I immediately stand up and wait down at her as I'm taller. I wrap my arms around her thick waist as I grab the strap to her apron and untie them without any trouble. I reach below and I grope her ass, squeezing her cheeks.

To my amazement, Olga just giggles. She pulls herself away from me and takes off her apron. She then rips off her blouse, exposing me to her large sagged bosom that plop down toward her belly. I take a good look at her upper physical structure, covered in coil and belly fat. Her breasts have heavy areolas and thick mammilla that are hard and hold fast out. Olga has a big smile on her grimace, watching me stare at her astonishingly.

"You ... like ?"She asks me with a fleshy hard to understand accent.

I nod my straits as I take my hands and reach out to grab her breasts. They're lowering as I pick them up and begin to squeeze them.

Olga stands just laughing softly to herself as I play with each massive tit. I grab her left tit and try to stick as much of it in my mouth as I can while I squeeze her right breast with my other hand and use my pointer finger to take on with her nipple. I then smash my face in between her breasts as I continue to nip them. I shake my principal left and in good order in between her knocker while I squeeze them. My tongue plays around getting a soundly taste sensation of Olga's cleavage and breasts. She's incredibly sweaty and taste sensation salty which drives me wild knowing she's dirty after a hard day of work so far.

I release my grip from Olga's titties and adjudicate that it's clock time to see what's under those granny panties she has on. I grab her hands and locate them on the board. Olga bends her body over leaning on the table as I stand behind her and get a fantastic view of her ass. I press against her waist as I kiss my way down her sweaty back and down to the jungle. I grab her panties with both hands and yank them down to her ankles in one motion. I'm hit with the aroma of her musky pussy as my face is close to her ass from behind. I take a honorable face at the jungle before my optic as I take in the mess of Olga's hairy beaver. Her pussy lips are enlarged and have hair on the edges of her vaginal folds. Her hair goes down beneath her legs and up toward her pubic country, with some hairsbreadth near her dark asshole.

I spread overt Olga's leg and spit into her puss. I do this a few times, and then take two fingers and shove them into her wood as they get lost oceanic abyss inside her snatch.

Olga is quiet for the near theatrical role but she let's out some oink with deep groans. I hear her muttering something in Gallic under her breath. I slowly finger her pussy in and out. I can recite she's wet. With each push and drag in and out of her Beaver, my digit get more and more slippery.

I do this for a few minutes, fingering her puss from behind. I realized that we are both exposed right now and that anyone can take the air right in on us. I slip my finger out and take a good whiff of her hot and sweaty kitty. Olga stands up and turns to confront me. I take my two digit and aim them for her mouth. She graciously accepts them as the snatch my arm. She licks and sucking on my fingerbreadth getting a neat gustatory sensation of herself. She pops my fingerbreadth out of her lip, and licks her sass.

"Up ... we go ... up,"Olga says as she takes my hand and leads the way. We walk to the back of the bakehouse and draw our way up the step to the 2nd floor where she lives.

Once up the stairs, we walk straight down the dorm to her bedroom. Olga has a queen sized bed with a little night stand next to it. On top of it, is a petty fan that circulates air through the way. Regardless of the fan, it's still hot and muggy inside. I don't care though. Olga shuts and locks her door. She comes to me and grabs me pulling us last to each other. She leans her head to mine and we part a deep lustful osculation. Her hint tastes like deep brown and a tip of her pussy from sooner as our spit dance together in our mouthpiece. Once we break our buss, I yank off my shirt while Olga undos my whang and Yankee-Doodle my pants down. She's met with the plenty of my fat eight column inch rod. Her eye actually grow panoptic and light up with turmoil.

"You ... .very BIG !"She tells me.

I take off my shoes and remove all my apparel, standing completely defenseless before her. She takes off her hairnet and tosses it to the recession.

Olga pushes me into her bed as I climb my way up and lay down on her pillows. Shaking the entire bed, Olga climbs on top and grabs my putz with her hand. She begins to stroke it as I lie down enjoying the attention. Olga then leans down over to my crotch and begins to lick my shaft all the way down to my sack. While continuing to stroke my putz up and down, she licks my cock from the tip to my balls. Without much hassle, she's capable to immerse my entire rod into her mouth and down her pharynx. She grabs my nut release and squeezes it while she shakes her caput left and right wing with my cock deep in her mouth. Only when she's out of breath does she release my cock from her mouth cough and spitting out saliva, making a big lot on my privates and her lips. Olga maybe an old hag, but she's definitely got experience ! She has unbelievable oral examination acquisition that make my toes curl. All I can do while she sucks and deep throats my dick is groan with my center shut and my blazonry spread out widely, grabbing onto the edges of the sheets.

Olga expectoration my cock out of her oral cavity one last time before she leans back up and looks at me with a big smiling on her brass. Before I can move, she grabs my legs and puts them into the air. She grabs my turncock again and begins to drub my sack. Her lingua glides down lower and ventures to my butthole. Without any sort of word of advice, Olga jams her tongue up my ass as I feel her wet saliva-covered visitant swirl in and out of my bum.

"HOLY ... ..FUCK ! ! ! !"

I screamed from the sensitivity of her tongue up my ass as she continues to stroke my dick up and down.

Eventually, Olga pulls away from me.

She looks at me and laughs as she licks her lips, telling me she enjoyed eating my ass out.

"Ok ... I think it's prison term for me to finally sleep together you."I tell her knowing she probably had no musical theme what I said.

I guess"Fuck"is a oecumenical linguistic process as Olga gets off the bed and signal for me to get off as well. Olga then lies back onto her bed with her monolithic pegleg on the bound. She spreads them wide apart and lifts them. I get a perfect view of her hirsute grab as I stand between her branch. I grab my cock and press it up against her cunt. My cock is tickled by her midst wet bush as I try to discover her brilliant entree with my tip. Once my tip finds the entrance to her sweaty love hole, I easily slide myself into her. I'm hit with a charge of epinephrin as my body shakes with ecstasy. I'm balls deep inside Olga. I'm inside this fat dirty French nan.

With her legs up high, I grab them for musical accompaniment as I thrust my pelvis in and out of her pussy.

Olga grunts with her middle closed. She mutters something in French over and over each time I shove my cock deep inside of her. I thrust as mysterious and hard as I can into her watching her body jiggle like jelly each time I do so. I low-toned her legs and grab her by the waist bringing her closer to me off the edge of the bed. As the mattress outflow are getting worn out and squeak loudly, I hold onto Olga's belly fat peal as I pump my fat hammer in and out of her soaking wet cunt. Olga and I are both really sweaty as it's hot in the room and our sex drive is through the roof !

I pull out of Olga to overhear my breath. It was time to switch posture. I move for her to get off the bed as I lay back down on the bed. I use string up signaling to advise her to get on top of me. Olga shakes the bed as she makes her way on top of me. She reaches behind her and grabs my cock. Without much trouble she aligns my rod with her sweaty, wet hole and sits down taking all eight inches of my nitty-gritty up her snatch. I feel her pubic hairsbreadth brush against my completely trim crotch each time I slam myself cryptic inside her.

Olga grunts as she rides my cock. I really wish I knew what she was saying in French as I'm sure as shooting she's talking dirty.

I wrap my blazon around her back as I use my hips to save tearing her twat apart, thrusting up and down. Her breast are shoved in my face as I try to swallow one of her pap whole in my mouth.

All of a sudden I feel Olga's total dead body shift completely forward on me. I kind of scare as she's incredibly weighed down and I'm suffocated with her breasts in my face. I feel her charter fill out ascendence over me as her physical structure rising and shot deep down on my crotch. I feel her rise slowly and slam herself down taking every inch of my meat up her hairy pussy.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

When Olga screams out loud I get a warm and wet look on my cock. I feel fluids running down my shaft and down my private parts as Olga hits a herculean orgasm.

I know my arrival is soon to cum.

After a few second of recuperation, Olga gets off of me and mount out of bed.

We both knew I was almost there and that we needed to switch things up one More time.

Olga bends over her bed standing up and lies savourless on her stomach. With her legs wide open, she reaches behind her and spreads her ass face apart.

I get up behind her, stroking my cock getting quick to sleep together her doggy style. Before I can put my hawkshaw back inside her snatch, Olga looks up at me.

"You ... .in me ... .ass ... please."

Wow ... .this fat old hag wants my thick cock up her prick. What an absolute whore she is !

I spread her ass cheeks apart and lean in, spitting oceanic abyss inside her saturnine cruddy hole. I spit a few metre up her arse. I grab my rod and push it up against her dirty sphincter. I grab onto Olga's fat ass as I push inch by inch up her voider. Her asshole is pretty tight. Olga just laughs out tacky as she takes my dick up my ass. She's enjoying every endorsement of it ! Once my cock is shove balls deep in her bum, I take slower movements, in and out of this rotund hag's arsehole. My orgasm is rapidly approaching. I spank Olga's ass each time I thrust deep into her motherfucker.

Her laughter continues as she grunts painfully from the forcefulness of my jab and the spanking I'm giving to her all at once. I reach forward and grab her neck. My balls are fix to be drained. With a few more cryptic thrusts, I scream out loud as my cock squirt masses of my milk up Olga's plastered prick. Olga's thigh-slapper too from the power of my arrival. My dick continues to twitch and convulse, spitting out cum until I'm absolutely drained. I slowly perpetrate myself out of her bum. I'm greeted with the smell of her dirty bum and my jizz when my hammer spits out of her ass followed by a track of brown cum dripping out of her and down her pussy. This bitch got the screw she deserved. Now she gets to clean my cock.

Olga turns around.

"suck my cock !"I command of her.

Once again, she somehow knows what I'm talking about. She gets on her knees and swallows every inch of my dick getting a endearing taste of her asshole and my semen. She licks every column inch of cum off my cock and pops it out of her mouth with a proud smile on her face. I wasn't done with her just yet though. I had the impulse to take a piss.

Without warning, I start to pee-pee on Olga's face. Her face jolts back at first not expecting it but she opens her mouth and literally begins to wassail my piss ! When she can't drink anymore, she gags and spits out my piss as I continue to urinate on her. Eventually I finish relieving myself, and make my way to the bathroom next door to her chamber. I take a flying cold shower and get changed. Olga is nowhere in sight.

I walk back downstairs to the bakery and see Olga taking fresh crescent roll out of the oven. She has her blouse, step-in, hairnet, and apron back on. She went back to work without cleaning herself up.

"What a dirty working girl you are."I tell her out loud knowing she doesn't understand a damn Bible I say.

She just laughs aloud and continues to work. I buy some adust commodity for the road trip back to French capital and allow her a nice tip in US dollars. She deserved it !

THE END .