My figure is Gospel of Luke. I'm 22 yr old, and I love to travel. My granddaddy passed away when I was in high school but he left behind a fortune in his will for his two kid, my male parent and my aunt. My grandfather left money for his four grandchildren including myself. I put nearly of the money away in savings. However, I decided my third year of college that I needed a changed of scene. I had a roughly year as I dealt with the divorce of my parents and my girl of six years decided to break things off with me. My grades had plummeted and I was just not happy. I decided to take a twelvemonth off and commit metre to myself and heal. 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 move across the world and live comfortably for at least a year.

I started my exalted tour of the world, flying from Calif. to Iceland. I stayed in Iceland for about a month and explored the country, staying in hostel. I made ally everywhere I went and did activities like tramp, camping, and junket. I enjoyed Iceland, from the lush verdure to the hot springs, glaciers, and seeing the Northern Lights.

After Iceland, I made my way over to Kingdom of Spain and traveled across the rural area. I stayed in Sevilla, Madrid, and Barcelona. I had the time of my living in each city, enjoying the nightlife and the cultivation everywhere I went. I took quick misstep over to Ibiza, and Portugal. After almost two month in Spain, I decided to take hold of a geartrain over to France and spend a calendar week or so in City of Light. From capital of France, I will head over to the coast and visit Nice and Monaco.

I spent time getting to explore City of Light when I arrived. I visited the Eiffel column and climbed it, went shopping, visited the Louvre Museum, Notre Dame, and the Grand Palais. All within the number 1 few daytime of my arrival. I made some ally at my hostel that I stayed at. Hostels were the best way to travel as they're very sparing for lodging. They also provide masses the unique opportunity to meet early blighter traveller from around the world.

Toward the end of my first hebdomad in Paris, I decided to do some exploring outside the metropolis. One of the hombre that runs the auberge I'm staying at gave me an address down the street to rent bike for the day for really sound terms. With a small haversack I carry with me everywhere I go, I head over to the rental billet. I carry my wallet, telephone set, map of Anatole France and of Paris, snacks and water supply. I pick up my bike, and make up one's mind to head west.

It's a beautiful, scenic ride once I leave the surge hour in the metropolis and head 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 obtain a side street that leads into a modest village. The village is surrounded by mountains and sits in a valley. As I ride downhill into the village, I can see humble abode, farms, and a large steeple in the nub of the Village. The English road I'm on takes me into the substance of the Village. It's almost a spectre town as very few people are out and about. I ride by and a few French people topical anaesthetic wave at me, as I wave back at them. I stop my bike and park it succeeding to a bakery. I was pretty hungry and this looked like the entirely place in township that served nutrient.

I take a beneficial flavor at the belittled place. It's two tarradiddle. The initiative floor is the bakery and the second level looks to be residential. nigh likely the owner of the bakery lives upstair. I read the augury that hangs high over the threshold.

"Boulangerie Olga."Otherwise known as"Olga's Bakery."I know very footling French. As a subject of fact, had I not seen the logotype with reinvigorated bread and fruit next to the public figure on the sign, I wouldn't have been able to guess that boulangerie is French 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 nigh of the stead I've stayed so far, plenty of masses spoke English people and their native language. Here in the middle of nowhere, at least 70 international nautical mile outside of genus Paris, I honestly don't know if anyone speaks English.

I make my way inside into the bakery and the smelling of bracing croissants, drinking chocolate, and cheeseflower welcomes me.

"Bonjour !"

Behind the riposte, is a large elder French ma'am. She has a vast pan of fresh dough in her handwriting. She takes the pan and puts it inside a vauntingly woodwind instrument 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 card but it looks like virtually of the items for cut-rate sale here are on display.

The Lady asks what I want to rules of order in French, and I look at her, and state her the only phrase I knew in Daniel Chester French.

"Desolé, je ne parle pas Francais"

( Sorry, I don't speak French. )

The kind lady looks at me with a sympathetic smiling.

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

She has a duncical idiom that makes it toilsome for me to barely realise her incredibly limited side.

I point at a croissant on display behind the glass that has ham, fresh cheese, spinach, and other veggie. I signal to her with my hands that I want three of those crescent roll with a looking glass of pee.

The kind lady grin and gives me a thumbs up as she preps my order getting sassy croissant ready for me.

I take a seat across from the ordering expanse. The bum are determine and the tabular array are modest. The variety lady brings me a pitcher of water. With the water, she also brings a saucy free cup of coffee.

"Merci,"I say thanking her.

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

I assume her figure is Olga, as that's the gens of the bakery. Olga is a bombastic, plump mature woman looking to be in her late sixties. She's forgetful, about 5'2, with a fat belly and bun on her sides. She has short brunette hair with a hairnet on. Her breasts are large, about DDD sized and sagged and I can tell she doesn't have a bra on. She wears a blue and purplish blouse with an apron on over her. Olga's cheek is chubby with a replicate chin. She's sweaty and has baking flour on her arms, manpower, and some on her face. Her face is slightly wrinkled but she's median looking.

What caught my attention as she walked away was she only had on panties underneath her proscenium. She has an incredibly fat ass that jiggles slope to side each whole tone she takes. Olga has large grandma scanty on with a brace of flip flops.

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

Olga comes back out here and now 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 monstrous ass swaying back and Forth. She was driving me crazy ! In that very moment, I wanted her all to myself ! I wanted to jump on her and biff every fold of her fat sweaty body and just ram my pecker deep inside her.

Olga grab me staring at her from afar. I can see a smile from the corner of her mouth 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 betimes XX, fantasizing about all the cruddy thing I can do to a fat, old noblewoman out in the midsection 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 short bakery with no air conditioning. But why the panties ? She's walking around in her underwear with a client here. Did she need to catch my attention ? I mean ... is she horny ? Does she get a husband or spouse that satisfies her ? Or maybe she's just the local Greenwich Village prostitute. By her walking around in her panties all day with no bra on, this can give anyone light admission to just walk up bottom and fully take advantage of her.

All these thoughts crossed my mind as I ate my delightful croissant. I didn't realize how hungry I was till I took that first bite ! By the metre I finish my plate, I decide I'm going to take the chance and see if she's down to bring with a new horny American guy like myself. I mean, what's the worst that can happen if my plan fails ? She screams, and I'll get the hell out of here on my bike in no time.

I wave for Olga to hail to my table.

She asks me in French if I want anything else ( I assume ). I immediately stand up and take care down at her as I'm taller. I wrap my coat of arms around her thick waist as I grab the straps 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 tumid sagged breasts that plop down toward her belly. I take a honorable feel at her upper torso, covered in roster and belly fat. Her titty have large areolas and thick teat that are heavily and stay out. Olga has a big smile on her face, watching me stare at her astonishingly.

"You ... like ?"She asks me with a heavy hard to realise accent.

I nod my pass as I take my workforce and reach out to grab her titty. 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 monumental tit. I grab her left tit and try to hold fast as practically of it in my mouth as I can while I squeeze her decent knocker with my former hand and use my Spanish pointer finger to play with her nipple. I then nail my font in between her breasts as I continue to gouge them. I shake my head left and right in between her breasts while I squeeze them. My tongue plays around getting a good taste perception of Olga's cleavage and knocker. She's incredibly sweaty and tastes salty which drives me wild knowing she's dirty after a strong day of study so far.

I release my grip from Olga's boob and decide that it's time to see what's under those granny panties she has on. I grab her helping hand and station them on the board. Olga bends her body over leaning on the board as I stand behind her and get a wild view of her ass. I press against her waist as I kiss my way down her sweaty back and down to the hobo camp. I grab her panties with both hands and yank them down to her ankles in one motion. I'm hit with the olfactory property of her musky pussy as my boldness is close to her ass from behind. I take a serious look at the hobo camp before my eyes as I take in the slew of Olga's hairy high hat. 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 expanse, with some pilus near her dark asshole.

I spread open Olga's legs and tongue into her twat. I do this a few prison term, and then postulate two finger's breadth and shove them into her timber as they get lost deep inside her snatch.

Olga is silence for the nigh persona but she let's out some grunts with deep groans. I hear her muttering something in French people under her breathing spell. I slowly finger her pussy in and out. I can tell she's wet. With each push and puff in and out of her beaver, my fingers get more and more slippery.

I do this for a few minute of arc, fingering her cunt from behind. I realized that we are both exposed right now and that anyone can walk right in on us. I slip my finger out and need a proficient whiff of her hot and sweaty pussy. Olga stands up and turns to look 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 great taste sensation of herself. She pops my fingers out of her lip, and licks her lips.

"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 storey where she lives.

Once upstair, we walk straight down the manse to her chamber. Olga has a queen sized bed with a piffling night stand next to it. On top of it, is a piddling fan that circulates air through the room. Regardless of the fan, it's still hot and muggy inside. I don't concern though. Olga shuts and locks her doorway. She comes to me and catch me pulling us close to each other. She leans her head to mine and we share a deep libidinous buss. Her breath tastes like burnt umber and a intimation of her pussy from to begin with as our tongues dance together in our mouths. Once we break our kiss, I yank off my shirt while Olga untie my belt and yanks my pants down. She's met with the sight of my fat eight column inch rod. Her oculus 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 quoin.

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 catch my cock with her hand. She begins to stroke it as I lie down enjoying the aid. 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 cock up and down, she licks my stopcock from the tip to my Lucille Ball. Without much trouble, she's able to engulf my entire rod into her mouth and down her throat. She grabs my orchis sack and squeezes it while she shakes her head left and right with my stopcock deep in her mouth. Only when she's out of breath does she release my rooster from her mouthpiece coughing and spitting out saliva, making a big muss on my crotch and her sass. Olga maybe an old hag, but she's definitely got experience ! She has incredible oral examination science that make my toes wave. All I can do while she sucks and oceanic abyss throats my cock is groan with my oculus shut and my weaponry spread out wide-cut, grabbing onto the bound of the sheets.

Olga spitting my dick out of her mouth one last fourth dimension before she leans back up and looks at me with a big smile on her side. Before I can be active, she grabs my legs and puts them into the air. She grabs my cock again and begins to bat my sack. Her tongue sailing down lower and speculation to my butthole. Without any kind of warning, Olga jams her glossa up my ass as I feel her wet saliva-covered visitor swirl in and out of my bum.

"sanctum ... ..FUCK ! ! ! !"

I screamed from the sensitivity of her tongue 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 meter for me to finally have it away you."I tell her knowing she probably had no musical theme what I said.

I guess"fuck"is a universal language as Olga gets off the bed and signals for me to get off as well. Olga then lies back onto her bed with her massive legs on the edge. She spreads them all-embracing apart and lifts them. I get a perfect survey of her haired slit as I stand between her legs. I grab my prick and press it up against her cunt. My stopcock is tickled by her thick wet bush as I try to find her splendiferous entrance with my tip. Once my tip finds the entree to her sweaty lovemaking gob, I easily slip myself into her. I'm hit with a rush of epinephrine as my body shakes with ecstasy. I'm orb deeply inside Olga. I'm inside this fat dirty French nan.

With her legs up high, I grab them for keep as I thrust my hips in and out of her cunt.

Olga grunt with her eyes closed. She mutters something in French over and over each time I shove my cock deep interior of her. I thrust as late and hard as I can into her watching her consistence joggle like jelly each time I do so. I turn down her peg and grab her by the waist bringing her closer to me off the edge of the bed. As the mattress bound are getting worn out and skreak loudly, I hold onto Olga's belly fat rolling wave as I pump my fat cock in and out of her soaking wet pussy. 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 catch my breathing space. It was time to switch situation. I apparent motion for her to get off the bed as I lay back down on the bed. I use hang 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 difficulty she aligns my rod with her sweaty, wet cakehole and sits down taking all eight in of my meat up her pussy. I feel her pubic hair brush against my completely plane crotch each time I slam myself deep inside her.

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

I wrap my arms around her back as I use my hips to preserve tearing her kitty apart, thrusting up and down. Her breasts are shoved in my face as I try to swallow one of her tits whole in my mouth.

All of a sudden I feel Olga's entire eubstance shift completely forward on me. I kind of terror as she's incredibly heavy and I'm suffocated with her knocker in my look. I feel her postulate complete control over me as her dead body rises and slams deep down on my privates. I feel her lift slowly and slam herself down taking every in of my heart and soul up her hairy snatch.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

When Olga screams out loud I get a warm and wet feeling on my cock. I feel fluids running down my shaft and down my fork as Olga hits a powerful climax.

I know my reaching is soon to cum.

After a few here and now of recovery, Olga gets off of me and climb out of bed.

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

Olga bends over her bed standing up and lies matt on her tummy. With her ramification wide open, she reaches behind her and spreads her ass cheeks apart.

I get up behind her, stroking my cock getting ready to fuck her doggy style. 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 midst cock up her asshole. What an absolute whore she is !

I spread her ass cheeks apart and lean in, spitting deep inside her dark filthy hole. I spit a few prison term up her bunghole. I grab my rod and push it up against her dirty sphincter. I grab onto Olga's fat ass as I push edge by inch up her shitter. Her asshole is somewhat tight. Olga just laughs out loud as she takes my dick up my ass. She's enjoying every indorsement of it ! Once my cock is stuffed egg deep in her bum, I take slower crusade, in and out of this obese hag's arse. My orgasm is rapidly approaching. I spank Olga's ass each time I thrust deep into her son of a bitch.

Her laughter continues as she grunts painfully from the force-out of my thrusts and the spanking I'm giving to her all at once. I reach forward and snap up her neck. My nut are ready to be drained. With a few More mysterious thrusts, I scream out loud as my cock jet pot of my Milk up Olga's tight asshole. Olga's screams too from the world power of my arrival. My cock continues to twitch and convulse, spitting out cum until I'm absolutely drained. I slowly pull up myself out of her bum. I'm greeted with the feeling of her dirty bum and my jizz when my tool spits out of her ass followed by a trail of brown cum dripping out of her and down her pussy. This bitch got the fucking she deserved. Now she gets to clean my cock.

Olga turns around.

"Suck my rooster !"I command of her.

Once again, she somehow knows what I'm talking about. She gets on her human knee and swallow every inch of my hammer getting a lovely taste of her son of a bitch and my come. She licks every inch of cum off my stopcock and pops it out of her rima oris with a majestic 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 urinate on Olga's typeface. Her face jolts back at first not expecting it but she opens her mouth and literally begins to drink my piddle ! When she can't drink anymore, she gags and spits out my weewee as I continue to piss on her. Eventually I finish relieving myself, and have my way to the bathroom next room access to her sleeping accommodation. I take a ready cold 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, panty, hairnet, and apron back on. She went back to work without cleaning herself up.

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

She just laughs loudly and continues to knead. I buy some broil goodness for the road head trip back to Paris and leave her a dainty tip in US one dollar bill. She deserved it !

THE END .