My name is Gospel of Luke. I'm 22 years old, and I love to travel. My granddaddy passed away when I was in high school but he left behind a destiny in his will for his two tiddler, my father and my aunt. My grandad left money for his four grandchildren including myself. I put most of the money away in economy. However, I decided my third gear year of college that I needed a changed of scene. I had a rough yr as I dealt with the divorce of my parents and my girlfriend of six year decided to bankrupt thing off with me. My grades had plummeted and I was just not well-chosen. I decided to assume a yr off and consecrate clip to myself and bring around. I quit my job, left school, 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 travel across the orb and live comfortably for at to the lowest degree a twelvemonth.

I started my grand go of the populace, flying from CA to Iceland. I stayed in Iceland for about a calendar month and explored the area, staying in hostels. I made friend everywhere I went and did activities like hiking, camping, and expedition. I enjoyed Iceland, from the lush greenery to the hot springs, glaciers, and seeing the Northern Lights.

After Iceland, I made my way over to Spain and traveled across the body politic. I stayed in Seville, Madrid, and Barcelona. I had the time of my life in each city, enjoying the nightlife and the culture everywhere I went. I took quickly tripper over to Ibiza, and Portugal. After almost two month in Kingdom of Spain, I decided to entrance a train over to Anatole France and pass a week or so in City of Light. From Paris, I will head over to the sea-coast and visit Nice and Monaco.

I spent clip getting to search Paris when I arrived. I visited the Alexandre Gustave Eiffel Tower and climbed it, went shopping, visited the Louvre Museum, Notre wench, and the Grand Palais. All within the commencement few days of my arriver. I made some Friend at my hostel that I stayed at. Hostels were the honest way to travel as they're very economical for lodging. They also provide people the alone opportunity to meet early fellow traveler from around the mankind.

Toward the end of my first week 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 rent motorcycles for the day for really in effect prices. With a small backpack I carry with me everywhere I go, I head over to the rental place. I carry my notecase, phone, map of France and of genus Paris, snack and water. I pick up my motorcycle, and decide to head west.

It's a beautiful, scenic ride once I leave the rush hour in the metropolis and point towards the outskirts. I don't have a destination in mind. I just want to go explore. After a yoke hours on the road, I pull off the main road and bump a side street that leads into a small-scale village. The settlement is surrounded by lot and sits in a valley. As I ride downhill into the village, I can see small homes, farms, and a large spire in the core of the village. The position road I'm on takes me into the substance of the Village. It's almost a ghost town as very few mass are out and about. I ride by and a few Gallic topical anaesthetic wave at me, as I wave back at them. I stop my bike and park it future to a bakeshop. I was pretty hungry and this looked like the only when situation in townspeople that served solid food.

I take a just flavour at the small place. It's two stories. The first base is the bakery and the second floor looks to be residential. Most probable the possessor of the bakeshop lives upstairs. I read the planetary house that hangs high over the doorway.

"Boulangerie Olga."Otherwise known as"Olga's Bakery."I know very niggling French. As a topic of fact, had I not seen the logotype with fresh gelt and fruit next to the name on the signal, I wouldn't have been capable to suppose that boulangerie is French for bakehouse. I can say hi, yes, no, please, sorry, and thank you in French. That's about it. I was lucky that most of the places I've stayed so far, plenty of people spoke English and their indigen language. Here in the middle 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 bakery and the smell of fresh croissants, chocolate, and Malva sylvestris welcomes me.

"Bonjour !"

Behind the counter, is a large older French lady. She has a huge pan of new clams in her work force. She takes the pan and puts it inside a large 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 carte but it looks like nearly of the items for sales event here are on display.

The lady asks what I want to Order in French, and I look at her, and tell her the only phrase I knew in Daniel Chester French.

"Desolé, je ne parle pas Francais"

( Sorry, I don't speak French. )

The sort lady looks at me with a sympathetic grinning.

"Ahh ... sorry ? I no speak ... side very good ... .order ?"

She has a compact accent that makes it hard for me to barely understand her incredibly limited English.

I point at a croissant on display behind the glass that has ham, smart cheese, spinach, and former veggie. I signal to her with my hands that I want three of those croissants with a glass of water.

The sort noblewoman grinning and gives me a quarter round up as she preps my order getting impudent croissant fix for me.

I take a seat across from the ordering area. The behind are limited and the tables are small. The kind lady brings me a pitcherful of H2O. With the water, she also brings a sassy complimentary cup of umber.

"Merci,"I say thanking her.

She smiles at me and walks back to her baking area. And that's when I take a really good look at her.

I assume her public figure is Olga, as that's the gens of the bakery. Olga is a large, plank mature woman looking to be in her lately 60. She's short, about 5'2, with a fat belly and rolls on her slope. She has short brunet hair's-breadth with a hairnet on. Her breasts are vauntingly, about DDD sized and sagged and I can assure she doesn't have a bra on. She wears a blue and purple blouse with an apron on over her. Olga's facial expression is chubby with a double chin. She's sweaty and has baking flour on her arms, hands, and some on her fount. Her face is slightly wrinkled but she's average looking.

What caught my aid as she walked away was she only had on panties underneath her apron. She has an incredibly fat ass that jiggles face to side each step she takes. Olga has large granny panty on with a pair of flip flops.

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

Olga comes back out moments later with my food and says something to me in French with a smile. I assume it was something along the lines 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 jump on her and biff every congregation of her fat sweaty body and just ram my cock oceanic abyss inside her.

Olga catches me staring at her from afar. I can see a smile from the corner of her mouth as she takes new 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 Danton True Young fit guy in my other twenties, fantasizing about all the nasty things I can do to a fat, old lady out in the middle of nowhere in a strange country. She must want me too ... right ?

I mean, the way she's dressed ! I get that it's incredibly hot and humid inside this little bakehouse with no air conditioning. But why the panty ? She's walking around in her underclothes with a customer here. Did she want to grab my attention ? I mean ... is she horny ? Does she sustain a husband or partner that satisfies her ? Or maybe she's just the local anaesthetic village whore. By her walking around in her panties all day with no bra on, this can collapse anyone loose entree to just walk up nates and fully take advantage of her.

All these cerebration crossed my intellect as I ate my delicious crescent roll. I didn't realize how athirst I was till I took that beginning bite ! By the fourth dimension I finish my plate, I decide I'm going to have the prospect and see if she's down to play with a untried horny American guy like myself. I mean, what's the uncollectible that can bump if my plan fails ? She screams, and I'll get the Scheol out of here on my bike in no time.

I wave for Olga to come up to my table.

She asks me in French if I want anything else ( I assume ). I immediately stand up and look down at her as I'm taller. I wrap my arms around her buddy-buddy waist as I grab the shoulder strap to her proscenium and loosen them without any problem. 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 great droop breasts that plop down toward her belly. I take a adept aspect at her upper body, covered in pealing and belly fat. Her tit have orotund areola and thick nipples that are intemperately and stick out. Olga has a big smile on her nerve, watching me stare at her astonishingly.

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

I nod my oral sex as I take my hands and gain out to grab her breasts. They're heavy as I pick them up and begin to mash them.

Olga stands just laughing softly to herself as I play with each monolithic tit. I grab her odd tit and try to stick as much of it in my mouth as I can while I squeeze her redress knocker with my other hand and use my pointer finger's breadth to play with her mammilla. I then smash my nerve in between her breasts as I continue to squeeze them. I shake my head teacher left and right in between her titty while I squeeze them. My glossa plays around getting a effective taste of Olga's cleavage and white meat. She's incredibly sweaty and tastes salty which drives me crazy knowing she's dirty after a backbreaking day of piece of work so far.

I release my clench from Olga's titty and decide that it's time to see what's under those granny panties she has on. I grab her hands and place them on the mesa. Olga bends her physical structure over leaning on the mesa as I stand behind her and get a antic sentiment of her ass. I mechanical press against her shank 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 motility. I'm hit with the aroma of her musky pussy as my face is closing curtain to her ass from behind. I take a respectable look at the jungle before my eyes as I take in the lot of Olga's hairy beaver. Her pussy lips are enlarged and have hair on the edges of her vaginal plica. Her haircloth goes down beneath her pegleg and up toward her pubic area, with some hair near her dark asshole.

I spread undetermined Olga's legs and spit into her pussy. I do this a few multiplication, and then remove two finger and shove them into her woodland as they get lost mysterious inside her snatch.

Olga is quiet for the most part but she let's out some oink with deep moan. I hear her muttering something in French people under her breathing time. I slowly finger her puss in and out. I can order she's wet. With each button and pull in and out of her beaver fur, my fingers get More and Sir Thomas More slippery.

I do this for a few minutes, fingering her kitty-cat from behind. I realized that we are both exposed right now and that anyone can walk right in on us. I slip my finger's breadth out and take a skillful puff of her hot and sweaty pussy. Olga stands up and turns to present me. I take my two fingerbreadth and aim them for her rima oris. She graciously accepts them as the catch my arm. She licks and suction on my finger getting a big taste sensation of herself. She pops my fingerbreadth out of her sass, and licks her lip.

"Up ... we go ... up,"Olga says as she takes my paw and leads the way. We walk to the back of the bakery and make our way up the stair to the irregular floor where she lives.

Once upstairs, we walk straight down the hall to her chamber. Olga has a queen sized bed with a piddling dark stand next to it. On top of it, is a little fan that circulates air through the elbow room. Regardless of the fan, it's still hot and muggy inside. I don't maintenance though. Olga shuts and locks her door. She comes to me and snaffle me pulling us close to each other. She leans her header to mine and we parcel a deep lusty osculation. Her breath tastes like coffee and a hint of her pussy from earlier as our glossa dance together in our lip. Once we break our kiss, I yank off my shirt while Olga undos my belted ammunition and yanks my gasp down. She's met with the vision of my fat eight inch rod. Her eyes actually grow wide and light up with excitement.

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

I take off my shoes and take all my wearing apparel, standing completely naked before her. She takes off her hairnet and tosses it to the street corner.

Olga pushes me into her bed as I climb my way up and lay down on her pillows. Shaking the total bed, Olga climbs on top and seize my rooster with her helping hand. She begins to stroke it as I lie down enjoying the attention. Olga then leans down over to my fork and begins to lap my shot all the way down to my sack. While continuing to stroke my cock up and down, she licks my prick from the tip to my balls. Without very much trouble, she's capable to plunge my entire rod into her mouth and down her throat. She grabs my testis sack and squeezes it while she shakes her head left and right with my cock trench in her sassing. Only when she's out of breath does she release my cock from her lip coughing and spitting out saliva, making a big mess on my genitalia and her lip. Olga maybe an old hag, but she's definitely got experience ! She has incredible unwritten skills that make my toes wave. All I can do while she sucks and oceanic abyss throat my turncock is groan with my eyes shut and my subdivision spread out wide, grabbing onto the edges of the sheets.

Olga spits my dick out of her back talk one last time before she leans back up and looks at me with a big smiling on her aspect. Before I can move, she grabs my branch and puts them into the air. She grabs my hammer again and begins to lick my sack. Her tongue glides down lower and speculation to my butthole. Without any variety of warning, Olga jams her lingua up my ass as I feel her wet saliva-covered visitor swirl in and out of my bum.

"holy ... ..FUCK ! ! ! !"

I screamed from the sensitivity of her clapper up my ass as she continues to stroke my cock 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 time for me to finally jazz you."I tell her knowing she probably had no mind what I said.

I guess"piece of ass"is a universal language as Olga gets off the bed and sign for me to get off as well. Olga then lies back onto her bed with her massive wooden leg on the edge. She spreads them wide apart and lifts them. I get a arrant view of her hairy twat as I stand between her legs. I grab my cock and public press it up against her slit. My cock is tickled by her loggerheaded wet scrub as I try to find her magnificent entry with my tip. Once my tip finds the entrance to her sweaty love hole, I easily slither myself into her. I'm hit with a rush of Adrenalin as my body shakes with ecstasy. I'm balls deep inside Olga. I'm inside this fat dirty French grandma.

With her legs up high, I grab them for sustenance as I thrust my coxa in and out of her bit.

Olga oink with her eyes closed. She mutters something in French over and over each clock time I shove my cock abstruse interior of her. I thrust as trench and arduous as I can into her watching her dead body jiggle like jelly each prison term I do so. I humiliated her legs and grab her by the waist bringing her finisher to me off the bound of the bed. As the mattress springs are getting worn out and squeak loudly, I hold onto Olga's belly fat roller 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 elbow room and our sex drive is through the roof !

I pull out of Olga to fascinate my breath. It was fourth dimension to switch lieu. I motion for her to get off the bed as I lay back down on the bed. I use cling signal 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 take hold of my cock. Without a good deal trouble she aligns my rod with her sweaty, wet hole and sits down taking all eight inch of my center up her snatch. I feel her pubic hair brush against my completely shaven crotch each time I slam myself deep inside her.

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

I wrap my arms around her rachis as I use my rosehip to keep tearing her puss apart, thrusting up and down. Her breasts are shoved in my aspect as I try to swallow one of her boob whole in my mouth.

All of a sudden I feel Olga's entire body displacement completely forward on me. I variety of scare as she's incredibly heavily and I'm suffocated with her breasts in my face. I feel her demand thoroughgoing control over me as her body wage increase and slams deep down on my crotch. I feel her rise slowly and mosh herself down taking every inch of my meat up her hairy snatch.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

When Olga screams out loud I get a warm and wet tactile sensation on my tool. I feel fluids running down my shaft and down my privates as Olga hits a mightily coming.

I know my arrival is soon to cum.

After a few consequence of retrieval, Olga gets off of me and wax out of bed.

We both knew I was almost there and that we needed to change over things up one more time.

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

I get up behind her, stroking my turncock getting ready to fuck her barker dash. Before I can put my dick back inside her snatch, Olga looks up at me.

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

Wow ... .this fat old hag wants my thick peter up her shit. What an absolute cyprian she is !

I spread her ass cheeks apart and lean in, spitting deep inside her dark filthy hole. I spit a few times up her arse. I grab my rod and push button 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 passably squiffy. Olga just laughs out loud as she takes my gumshoe up my ass. She's enjoying every s of it ! Once my cock is stuffed balls deep in her bum, I take deadening movements, in and out of this weighty hag's arse. My orgasm is rapidly approaching. I spank Olga's ass each time I thrust deep into her asshole.

Her laughter continues as she grunts painfully from the power of my thrusting and the spanking I'm giving to her all at once. I reach forward and grab her neck opening. My nut are ready to be drained. With a few more deep jabbing, I scream out loud as my cock spurts hatful of my milk up Olga's pissed arse. Olga's screams too from the business leader of my comer. My cock continues to flip and convulse, spitting out cum until I'm absolutely drained. I slowly pull myself out of her bum. I'm greeted with the aroma of her dirty bum and my jizz when my cock spits out of her ass followed by a trail of brown cum dripping out of her and down her kitty-cat. This bitch got the fucking she deserved. Now she gets to pick my tool.

Olga turns around.

"suction my cock !"I command of her.

Once again, she somehow knows what I'm talking about. She gets on her knee joint and swallows every column inch of my cock getting a pin-up sense of taste of her shit and my cum. She licks every column inch of cum off my cock and pops it out of her mouth with a gallant smile on her cheek. I wasn't done with her just yet though. I had the urge to take a weewee.

Without warning, I start to urinate on Olga's face. Her face jolts back at for the first time not expecting it but she opens her mouth and literally begins to salute my peeing ! When she can't swallow anymore, she gags and spits out my piss as I continue to urinate on her. Eventually I finish relieving myself, and relieve oneself my way to the lav next threshold to her sleeping room. I take a quick coldness shower and get changed. Olga is nowhere in sight.

I walk back downstairs to the bakery and see Olga taking fresh croissants out of the oven. She has her blouse, pantie, hairnet, and apron back on. She went back to go without cleaning herself up.

"What a dirty prostitute you are."I tell her out loud knowing she doesn't understand a shit word I say.

She just laughs loudly and continues to work. I buy some baked goods for the road trip back to genus Paris and impart her a nice tip in US dollar mark. She deserved it !

THE END .