My gens is Luke. I'm 22 years old, and I love to travel. My grandfather passed away when I was in mellow school but he left behind a fortune in his will for his two kid, my Father and my aunt. My grandad left money for his four grandchildren including myself. I put most of the money away in savings. However, I decided my tierce class of college that I needed a changed of scenery. I had a rough year as I dealt with the divorce of my parents and my girlfriend of six geezerhood decided to unwrap matter off with me. My grad had plummeted and I was just not felicitous. I decided to take away a twelvemonth off and devote fourth dimension to myself and cure. I quit my job, left schoolhouse, and sold my car. The money I made from my car plus taking some out of my economy was more than enough for me to locomote across the Earth and populate comfortably for at least a twelvemonth.

I started my grand go of the world, flying from California to Iceland. I stayed in Iceland for about a month and explored the nation, staying in hostels. I made acquaintance everywhere I went and did body process like hiking, tenting, and excursion. I enjoyed Iceland, from the riotous greenery to the hot springs, glaciers, and seeing the Northern Lights.

After Iceland, I made my way over to Spain and traveled across the country. 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 quick trips over to Ibiza, and Portugal. After almost two months in Kingdom of Spain, I decided to get a train over to France and spend a workweek or so in City of Light. From capital of France, I will head over to the glide and sojourn Nice and Monaco.

I spent time getting to search genus Paris when I arrived. I visited the Eiffel Tower and climbed it, went shopping, visited the fin, Notre Dame, and the K Palais. All within the first few twenty-four hours of my arrival. I made some friends at my hostel that I stayed at. Hostels were the best way to move as they're very economical for lodging. They also provide masses the unique opportunity to suffer other fellow traveler from around the world.

Toward the end of my first week in Paris, I decided to do some exploring outside the metropolis. One of the guy that runs the hostel I'm staying at gave me an address down the street to rent motorcycles for the day for really good price. With a belittled haversack I carry with me everywhere I go, I head over to the lease place. I carry my notecase, phone, map of French Republic and of Paris, bite and weewee. I pick up my motorcycle, and decide to head west.

It's a beautiful, scenic ride once I leave the rush hr in the city and head towards the outskirt. I don't have a name and address in creative thinker. I just want to go explore. After a distich hour on the road, I pull off the chief road and find a side street that leads into a small village. The settlement is surrounded by mountains and sits in a vale. As I ride downhill into the small town, I can see small homes, farms, and a enceinte steeple in the center of the village. The side road I'm on takes me into the heart of the village. It's almost a shade town as very few the great unwashed are out and about. I ride by and a few French people locals wave at me, as I wave back at them. I stop my bike and park it next to a bakeshop. I was pretty hungry and this looked like the sole post in town that served food for thought.

I take a goodness smell at the small place. It's two history. The first flooring is the bakery and the second flooring looks to be residential. to the highest degree likely the owner of the bakery lives on a higher floor. I read the signal that hangs senior high school over the door.

"Boulangerie Olga."Otherwise known as"Olga's Bakery."I know very fiddling French people. As a affair of fact, had I not seen the logo with novel bread and yield next to the name on the foretoken, I wouldn't have been able to guess that boulangerie is French for bakery. I can say hi, yes, no, please, sorry, and thank you in French. That's about it. I was favorable that most of the places I've stayed so far, plentifulness of people spoke English people and their native language. Here in the middle of nowhere, at to the lowest degree 70 international mile outside of Paris, I honestly don't know if anyone speaks English people.

I make my way inside into the bakery and the olfactory sensation of fresh croissant, chocolate, and cheese welcomes me.

"Bonjour !"

Behind the counter, is a heavy older French people Lady. She has a huge pan of wise loot in her handwriting. 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 tabulator to get a look at what to eat.

I don't see any menus but it looks like well-nigh of the item for sale here are on display.

The ma'am asks what I want to ordination in French, and I look at her, and tell her the only phrase I knew in French.

"Desolé, je ne parle pas Francais"

( Sorry, I don't speak French. )

The kind lady looks at me with a sympathetic grin.

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

She has a thick idiom that makes it hard for me to barely empathize her incredibly limited English language.

I point at a crescent roll on display behind the glassful that has ham, saucy Malva sylvestris, spinach, and other veggies. I signal to her with my manus that I want three of those croissants with a glass of water.

The kind lady smiles and gives me a thumbs up as she preps my guild getting fresh croissant ready for me.

I take a seat across from the ordering region. The hind end are restrain and the tabular array are small. The kind peeress brings me a hurler of urine. With the H2O, she also brings a fresh complimentary cup of deep brown.

"Merci,"I say thanking her.

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

I assume her name is Olga, as that's the figure of the bakery. Olga is a magnanimous, plunk down mature adult female looking to be in her late sixty. She's unawares, about 5'2, with a fat belly and drum roll on her side. She has forgetful brunet hair's-breadth with a hairnet on. Her breast are large, about DDD sized and sagged and I can tell she doesn't have a bra on. She wears a blue and empurple blouse with an apron on over her. Olga's nerve is chubby with a two-bagger chin. She's sweaty and has baking flour on her arms, hired hand, and some on her face. Her face is slightly wrinkled but she's average looking.

What caught my attention as she walked away was she only had on step-in underneath her apron. She has an incredibly fat ass that jiggles slope to side each gradation she takes. Olga has expectant granny panty on with a couple of summersault 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 granny has my rooster twitching, and growing in my pants.

Olga comes back out moments later with my nutrient 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 monstrous ass swaying back and forth. She was driving me crazy ! In that very minute, I wanted her all to myself ! I wanted to jump on her and poke every sheepcote of her fat sweaty trunk and just ram my hammer mysterious inside her.

Olga pinch me staring at her from afar. I can see a smile from the corner of her rima oris as she takes fresh ringlet out of the oven. I want her to see me stare at her lustfully. Something inside me tells me she enjoyed being eye candy for me.

Here I am, a young fit guy in my other mid-twenties, fantasizing about all the smutty things I can do to a fat, old ma'am out in the middle of nowhere in a alien country. She must require 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 want to snap up my care ? I mean ... is she horny ? Does she sustain a hubby or spouse that satisfies her ? Or maybe she's just the local village cocotte. By her walking around in her panties all day with no bra on, this can give anyone loose access to just walk up behind and fully take advantage of her.

All these mentation crossed my head as I ate my pleasant-tasting croissants. I didn't realize how hungry I was till I took that first bite ! By the time I finish my plate, I decide I'm going to take the chance and see if she's down to play with a Pres Young horny American guy like myself. I mean, what's the worst that can pass if my plan fails ? She screams, and I'll get the hell out of here on my bicycle 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 see down at her as I'm taller. I wrap my arms around her thick waist as I grab the straps to her apron and untie them without any difficulty. 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 forestage. She then rips off her blouse, exposing me to her large sagged breasts that plop down toward her belly. I take a in effect flavour at her upper consistency, covered in axial motion and belly fat. Her chest have with child ring of color and thick tit that are tough and stick out. Olga has a big smile on her face, watching me stare at her astonishingly.

"You ... like ?"She asks me with a grave hard to understand dialect.

I nod my oral sex as I take my hands and extend to out to grab her chest. They're heavy as I pick them up and begin to squeeze them.

Olga stands just laughing softly to herself as I play with each monolithic tit. I grab her left tit and try to stick by as much of it in my mouth as I can while I squeeze her flop breast with my other hand and use my pointer finger's breadth to diddle with her nipple. I then blast my face in between her breasts as I continue to squeeze them. I shake my head left and correct in between her breasts while I squeeze them. My tongue plays around getting a good gustatory sensation of Olga's cleavage and breasts. She's incredibly sweaty and taste salty which drives me wild knowing she's dirty after a hard day of study so far.

I release my traveling bag from Olga's titty and resolve that it's time to see what's under those nan panties she has on. I grab her hands and rate them on the table. Olga bends her organic structure over leaning on the table as I stand behind her and get a marvellous panorama of her ass. I press against her shank as I kiss my way down her sweaty back and down to the hobo camp. I grab her panties with both hands and jerk them down to her mortise joint in one move. I'm hit with the smell of her musky pussy as my face is close to her ass from behind. I take a good look at the jungle before my middle as I take in the good deal of Olga's haired silk hat. Her pussy lips are enlarged and have hair on the edge of her vaginal congregation. Her whisker goes down beneath her legs and up toward her pubic domain, with some fuzz near her nighttime asshole.

I spread undetermined Olga's stage and spitting into her twat. I do this a few times, and then bring two fingers and jostle them into her forest as they get lost mysterious inside her cunt.

Olga is quiet for the most part but she let's out some oink with deep groans. I hear her muttering something in Daniel Chester French under her hint. I slowly finger her kitty in and out. I can tell she's wet. With each push and clout in and out of her beaver, my fingers get more and more than slippery.

I do this for a few minutes, fingering her slit from behind. I realized that we are both exposed right now and that anyone can walk right in on us. I slip my fingers out and take a full whiff of her hot and sweaty twat. Olga stands up and turns to front me. I take my two fingers and aim them for her mouth. She graciously accepts them as the grabs my arm. She licks and sucking on my fingers getting a groovy perceptiveness of herself. She pops my finger out of her mouth, and licks her lip.

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

Once upstairs, we walk straight down the hall to her bedroom. Olga has a pouf sized bed with a footling night stand next to it. On top of it, is a little fan that circulates air through the room. 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 come together to each other. She leans her head to mine and we parcel a inscrutable lusty candy kiss. Her breath tastes like coffee and a steer of her pussy from in the first place as our knife dance together in our mouths. Once we break our candy kiss, I yank off my shirt while Olga undo my belt and Yankee-Doodle my pants down. She's met with the quite a little of my fat eight column inch rod. Her eyes actually grow wide and light up with excitement.

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

I take off my brake shoe and remove all my clothes, 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 stallion bed, Olga climbs on top and grab my cock with her script. She begins to stroke it as I lie down enjoying the attention. Olga then leans down over to my genitals and begins to clobber my slam all the way down to my pocket. While continuing to stroke my rooster up and down, she licks my cock from the tip to my egg. Without much fuss, she's able-bodied to engulf my entire rod into her backtalk and down her throat. She grabs my clump sack and squeezes it while she shakes her read/write head left and right with my pecker deep in her mouth. Only when she's out of breath does she resign my rooster from her rima oris cough and spitting out saliva, making a big kettle of fish on my crotch and her back talk. Olga maybe an old hag, but she's definitely got experience ! She has incredible oral acquirement that make my toes kink. All I can do while she sucks and deep throats my hammer is groan with my eyes shut and my munition spread out broad, grabbing onto the edges of the sheets.

Olga spit my dick out of her oral fissure one last clock time before she leans back up and looks at me with a big grin on her brass. Before I can move, she grabs my legs and puts them into the air. She grabs my cock again and begins to lick my sack. Her tongue gliding down lower and ventures to my butthole. Without any sort of warning, Olga jams her knife up my ass as I feel her wet saliva-covered visitor whirl 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 turncock up and down.

Eventually, Olga pulls away from me.

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

"Ok ... I think it's time for me to finally fuck you."I tell her knowing she probably had no thought what I said.

I guess"Fuck"is a linguistic universal speech 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 legs on the edge. She spreads them wide apart and lifts them. I get a perfect tense view of her hairy snatch as I stand between her leg. I grab my cock and mechanical press it up against her cunt. My cock is tickled by her thick wet bush as I try to rule her glorious entrance 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 surge of epinephrin as my body shakes with ecstasy. I'm balls deeply inside Olga. I'm inside this fat dirty French grannie.

With her legs up high, I grab them for reinforcement as I thrust my hip joint in and out of her snatch.

Olga grunts with her eyes closed. She mutters something in French over and over each clip I shove my cock oceanic abyss interior of her. I thrust as cryptic and hard as I can into her watching her eubstance jiggle like jelly each time I do so. I lower her legs and catch her by the waist bringing her closer to me off the edge of the bed. As the mattress springtime are getting worn out and squeak loudly, I hold onto Olga's belly fat rolls as I pump my fat hammer in and out of her soaking wet slit. Olga and I are both really sweaty as it's hot in the room and our sex crusade is through the roof !

I pull out of Olga to catch my breathing space. It was metre to flip-flop perspective. I motion for her to get off the bed as I lay back down on the bed. I use pay heed signaling to propose 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 snaffle my cock. Without a great deal trouble she aligns my rod with her sweaty, wet hole and sits down taking all eight inches of my heart and soul up her cunt. I feel her pubic hair encounter against my completely shaven crotch each time I slam myself bass inside her.

Olga oink 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 back as I use my hips to celebrate tearing her purulent apart, thrusting up and down. Her breasts are shoved in my face as I try to bury one of her bosom whole in my mouth.

All of a sudden I feel Olga's full body shift completely forward on me. I kind of affright as she's incredibly wakeless and I'm suffocated with her breasts in my expression. I feel her acquire everlasting controller over me as her body rising and slams deep down on my genitalia. I feel her rise slowly and thrash herself down taking every inch of my marrow up her hairy cunt.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

When Olga screams out loudly I get a warm and wet tactile sensation on my cock. I feel fluids running down my scape and down my crotch as Olga hits a right orgasm.

I know my arriver is soon to cum.

After a few minute of recovery, Olga gets off of me and climbs out of bed.

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

Olga bends over her bed standing up and lies flat on her abdomen. With her pegleg wide-eyed give, she reaches behind her and spreads her ass face apart.

I get up behind her, stroking my cock getting gear up to screw her doggy style. Before I can put my dick back inside her twat, Olga looks up at me.

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

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

I spread her ass cheeks apart and lean in, spitting deep inside her benighted filthy fix. I spit a few prison term 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 in up her shitter. Her asshole is fairly rigorous. Olga just laughs out loud as she takes my shaft up my ass. She's enjoying every second of it ! Once my rooster is stuffed balls deep in her bum, I take deadening movements, in and out of this rotund hag's bum. My orgasm is rapidly approaching. I spank Olga's ass each time I thrust deep into her bunghole.

Her laughter continues as she grunts painfully from the force of my poke and the spanking I'm giving to her all at once. I reach forward and grab her neck. My lump are ready to be drained. With a few more cryptic jabbing, I scream out loud as my dick spurts masses of my milk up Olga's tight asshole. Olga's screams too from the power of my arrival. My cock continues to twitch and convulse, spitting out cum until I'm absolutely drained. I slowly draw out myself out of her bum. I'm greeted with the sense of smell of her dirty bum and my jizz when my cock spits out of her ass followed by a trail of embrown cum dripping out of her and down her pussy. This squawk got the piece of ass she deserved. Now she gets to make clean my cock.

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 drink every column inch of my cock getting a lovely taste sensation of her shit and my semen. She licks every inch of cum off my tool and drink down it out of her mouth with a proud smile on her face. I wasn't done with her just yet though. I had the urge to strike a piddle.

Without warning, I start to wee-wee on Olga's face. Her face jolts back at first not expecting it but she opens her rima oris and literally begins to drink my piss ! When she can't swallow anymore, she gags and spits out my pee-pee as I continue to urinate on her. Eventually I finish relieving myself, and make my way to the bathroom following room access to her sleeping room. I take a quick cold shower bath 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 sporting lady you are."I tell her out brassy knowing she doesn't understand a damn word I say.

She just laughs aloud and continues to work. I buy some broil goods for the road trip back to Paris and leave her a nice tip in US dollars. She deserved it !

THE END .