My name is Luke. I'm 22 twelvemonth old, and I love to journey. My grandad passed away when I was in high up schooltime but he left behind a fortune in his will for his two kids, my founding 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 3rd year of college that I needed a changed of scene. I had a grating year as I dealt with the divorce of my parents and my girlfriend of six old age decided to go against matter off with me. My ground level had plummeted and I was just not happy. I decided to necessitate a year off and devote sentence 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 deliverance was more than enough for me to travel across the globe and live comfortably for at to the lowest degree a year.

I started my grand tour of duty of the domain, flying from California to Iceland. I stayed in Iceland for about a month and explored the nation, staying in hostels. I made friends everywhere I went and did natural action like hiking, encampment, and jaunt. 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 Espana and traveled across the res publica. 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 head trip over to Ibiza, and Portugal. After almost two months in Spain, I decided to charm a train over to Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault and spend a week or so in capital of France. From Paris, I will head over to the sea-coast and sojourn Nice and Monaco.

I spent meter getting to explore Paris when I arrived. I visited the Eiffel column and climbed it, went shopping, visited the Louvre, Notre skirt, and the thousand Palais. All within the first few days of my arrival. I made some booster at my student lodging that I stayed at. student lodging were the dear way to travel as they're very economical for lodging. They also provide citizenry the singular opportunity to assemble other comrade traveller from around the world.

Toward the end of my first base hebdomad in Paris, I decided to do some exploring outside the urban center. One of the Guy that runs the hostel I'm staying at gave me an address down the street to rent bike for the day for really good prices. With a modest backpack I carry with me everywhere I go, I head over to the rental place. I carry my wallet, phone, map of French Republic and of Paris, snack and water. I pick up my bike, and adjudicate to head west.

It's a beautiful, scenic ride once I leave the upsurge minute in the city and headway towards the outskirt. I don't have a name and address in mind. I just want to go explore. After a yoke hours on the road, I pull off the primary road and determine a side street that leads into a small small town. The settlement is surrounded by mountains and sits in a valley. As I ride downhill into the village, I can see modest plate, farms, and a magnanimous steeple in the gist of the village. The English route I'm on takes me into the center of the small town. It's almost a spectre township as very few hoi polloi are out and about. I ride by and a few French locals wave at me, as I wave back at them. I stop my bike and parking area it next to a bakeshop. I was pretty athirst and this looked like the only if place in town that served food for thought.

I take a just look at the small place. It's two chronicle. The get-go story is the bakery and the second floor looks to be residential. Most probably the proprietor of the bakeshop lives on a higher floor. I read the sign that hangs high over the doorway.

"Boulangerie Olga."Otherwise known as"Olga's Bakery."I know very footling French. As a thing of fact, had I not seen the logo with unused bread and fruit side by side to the name 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 French people. That's about it. I was lucky that most of the place I've stayed so far, plenty of citizenry spoke English and their native terminology. Here in the middle of nowhere, at to the lowest degree 70 miles outside of Paris, I honestly don't know if anyone speaks English.

I make my way inside into the bakehouse and the odor of refreshing croissants, burnt umber, and cheese welcomes me.

"Bonjour !"

Behind the tabulator, is a turgid older Daniel Chester French dame. She has a huge pan of fresh dough in her hands. 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 dame asks what I want to monastic order in French people, and I look at her, and tell her the only phrase I knew in French people.

"Desolé, je ne parle pas Francais"

( Sorry, I don't speak French people. )

The kind peeress looks at me with a harmonic smile.

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

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

I point at a croissant on display behind the glass that has ham, novel Malva sylvestris, spinach, and other veggies. I signal to her with my mitt that I want three of those croissant with a glassful of water.

The kind ma'am smiles and gives me a quarter round up as she preps my order getting fresh croissants prepare for me.

I take a seat across from the ordering area. The seating are set and the table are small. The kind madam brings me a pitcher of piddle. With the water, she also brings a fresh complimentary cup of coffee.

"Merci,"I say thanking her.

She smiles at me and walks back to her bake country. 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 bakeshop. Olga is a big, plump mature woman looking to be in her late sixties. She's curtly, about 5'2, with a fat belly and bun on her face. She has short brunet 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 over-embellished blouse with an forestage on over her. Olga's face is chubby with a replicate mentum. She's sweaty and has baking flour on her munition, mitt, and some on her face. Her cheek is slightly wrinkled but she's middling looking.

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

There was something about her that turned me on. She's not physically attractive, but the thought of getting down and pestiferous with this fat nan has my peter 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 heel 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 start on her and lick every sheepfold of her fat sweaty eubstance and just ram my turncock inscrutable inside her.

Olga catches me staring at her from afar. I can see a smile from the corner of her mouth as she takes smart rolls 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 early twenties, fantasizing about all the nasty affair I can do to a fat, old gentlewoman out in the middle of nowhere in a foreign res publica. She must desire 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 step-in ? She's walking around in her underclothes with a customer here. Did she want to snaffle my care ? I mean ... is she horny ? Does she ingest a husband or partner that satisfies her ? Or maybe she's just the local village whore. By her walking around in her panties all day with no bra on, this can give anyone well-off admission to just walk up behind and fully take advantage of her.

All these thoughts crossed my thinker as I ate my toothsome croissant. I didn't realize how hungry I was till I took that first snack ! By the clock time I finish my plate, I decide I'm going to conduct the chance and see if she's down to spiel with a young horny American guy like myself. I mean, what's the defective that can go on if my plan fails ? She screams, and I'll get the snake pit out of here on my motorcycle in no time.

I wave for Olga to come to my table.

She asks me in Gallic 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 thick waist as I grab the straps to her apron and loosen 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 proscenium. She then rips off her blouse, exposing me to her large swag bosom that plop down toward her belly. I take a good look at her speed body, covered in rolls and belly fat. Her breasts have gravid areola and midst mammilla that are concentrated and bond out. Olga has a big smile on her boldness, watching me stare at her astonishingly.

"You ... like ?"She asks me with a heavy hard to understand idiom.

I nod my head as I take my hands and reach out to grab her knocker. They're impenetrable as I pick them up and start to squeeze them.

Olga stands just laughing softly to herself as I play with each massive tit. I grab her impart tit and try to stick as much of it in my oral fissure as I can while I squeeze her redress tit with my former hand and use my pointer finger's breadth to spiel with her tit. I then smash up my fount in between her tit as I continue to squeeze them. I shake my head left and right in between her titty while I squeeze them. My tongue turn around getting a unspoilt taste of Olga's cleavage and breasts. She's incredibly sweaty and tastes salty which drives me wild knowing she's dirty after a grueling day of work so far.

I release my grip from Olga's titties and settle that it's clock time to see what's under those granny knot panties she has on. I grab her men and place them on the board. Olga bends her body over leaning on the mesa as I stand behind her and get a fantastic view of her ass. I crush against her waist as I kiss my way down her sweaty back and down to the jungle. I grab her panties with both bridge player and yank them down to her ankles in one question. I'm hit with the aroma of her musky cunt as my look is tight to her ass from behind. I take a trade good looking at the hobo camp before my eyes as I take in the sight of Olga's hairy beaver. Her pussy lip are enlarged and have hair on the boundary of her vaginal folding. Her hairsbreadth goes down beneath her legs and up toward her pubic area, with some hair near her darkness asshole.

I spread open Olga's wooden leg and spitting into her slit. I do this a few times, and then ask two finger's breadth and shove them into her forest as they get lost deep inside her snatch.

Olga is quiet for the virtually voice but she let's out some grunt with deep groans. I hear her muttering something in French people under her breathing space. I slowly finger her pussy in and out. I can tell she's wet. With each push and pull in and out of her stovepipe, my finger get More and more slippery.

I do this for a few minutes, fingering her twat from behind. I realized that we are both break right now and that anyone can walk right in on us. I slip my fingers out and accept a good whiff of her hot and sweaty pussy. Olga stands up and turns to face me. I take my two digit and aim them for her lip. She graciously accepts them as the grabs my arm. She licks and suction on my finger's breadth getting a great taste of herself. She pops my fingers out of her mouth, and licks her mouth.

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

Once upstairs, we walk straight down the hall to her bedroom. Olga has a queen sized bed with a petty Nox stand next to it. On top of it, is a little 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 snap up me pulling us close to each other. She leans her straits to mine and we share a deep lustful kiss. Her breath tastes like burnt umber and a hint of her pussy from earlier as our tongues dance together in our oral fissure. Once we break our kiss, I yank off my shirt while Olga loosen my belt and Yankee-Doodle my pants down. She's met with the quite a little of my fat eight inch rod. Her eyes actually arise encompassing and light up with excitement.

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

I take off my shoes and dispatch all my clothes, standing completely bare before her. She takes off her hairnet and tosses it to the recess.

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 putz with her hand. She begins to stroke it as I lie down enjoying the attention. Olga then leans down over to my privates and begins to lick my diaphysis 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 much fuss, she's able to engulf my total rod into her mouth and down her pharynx. She grabs my ball sack and squeezes it while she shakes her header left and right with my cock oceanic abyss in her rima oris. Only when she's out of breath does she release my cock from her mouthpiece coughing and spitting out spittle, making a big mess on my fork and her brim. Olga maybe an old hag, but she's definitely got experience ! She has incredible unwritten science that make my toes curl. All I can do while she sucks and deep pharynx my cock is groan with my eyes shut and my weapons system spread out wide, grabbing onto the edges of the sheets.

Olga spit my dick out of her mouth one final prison term before she leans back up and looks at me with a big grin on her face. Before I can go, she grabs my branch and puts them into the air. She grabs my cock again and begins to solve my sack. Her spit glides down lower and venture to my butthole. Without any kind of word of advice, Olga jams her lingua 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 cock up and down.

Eventually, Olga pulls away from me.

She looks at me and laughs as she licks her back talk, 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 melodic theme what I said.

I guess"Fuck"is a universal lyric as Olga gets off the bed and signal for me to get off as well. Olga then lies back onto her bed with her massive ramification on the edge. She spreads them wide of the mark apart and rescind them. I get a staring survey of her hairy snatch as I stand between her legs. I grab my cock and mechanical press it up against her puss. My putz is tickled by her thick wet bush as I try to feel her brilliant incoming with my tip. Once my tip finds the entrance to her sweaty love kettle of fish, I easily slide myself into her. I'm hit with a rush of adrenaline as my physical structure shakes with X. I'm ball mysterious inside Olga. I'm inside this fat dirty French granny.

With her legs up high, I grab them for support as I thrust my pelvic girdle in and out of her cunt.

Olga grunts with her middle closed. She mutters something in Daniel Chester French over and over each time I shove my cock deeply interior of her. I thrust as oceanic abyss and voiceless as I can into her watching her physical structure joggle like jelly each metre I do so. I lower her branch and grab her by the waist bringing her closer to me off the edge of the bed. As the mattress springs are getting worn out and squeak loudly, I hold onto Olga's belly fat rolls as I pump my fat pecker in and out of her soaking wet twat. Olga and I are both really sweaty as it's hot in the elbow room and our sex drive is through the ceiling !

I pull out of Olga to overtake my breath. It was time to flip positions. I motility for her to get off the bed as I lay back down on the bed. I use advert sign 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 seize my hammer. Without lots trouble she aligns my rod with her sweaty, wet hole and sits down taking all eight inch of my meat up her twat. I feel her pubic hair brushwood against my completely shaven crotch each time I slam myself deep inside her.

Olga oink as she rides my prick. I really care I knew what she was saying in French as I'm sure she's talking dirty.

I wrap my arms around her backrest as I use my hips to keep tearing her pussy apart, thrusting up and down. Her boob are shoved in my face as I try to unsay one of her tits whole in my mouth.

All of a sudden I feel Olga's entire physical structure shifting completely forward on me. I kind of affright as she's incredibly heavy and I'm suffocated with her knocker in my face. I feel her take complete ascendence over me as her dead body rises and slams deep down on my crotch. I feel her wage hike slowly and bang herself down taking every inch of my meat up her hairy cunt.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

When Olga screams out tacky I get a warm and wet feeling on my cock. I feel fluids running down my putz and down my crotch as Olga hits a powerful climax.

I know my arrival is soon to cum.

After a few second of retrieval, Olga gets off of me and climb out of bed.

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

Olga bends over her bed standing up and lies matted on her tummy. With her branch wide capable, she reaches behind her and spreads her ass cheeks apart.

I get up behind her, stroking my hammer getting ready to fuck her doggy fashion. 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 whoreson. What an absolute whore she is !

I spread her ass cheeks apart and lean in, spitting deep inside her sorry filthy hole. I spit a few times up her asshole. I grab my rod and energy it up against her muddied sphincter. I grab onto Olga's fat ass as I push inch by inch up her shitter. Her cocksucker is reasonably tight. Olga just laughs out loud as she takes my putz up my ass. She's enjoying every moment of it ! Once my cock is stuffed glob deep in her bum, I take slower movements, in and out of this rotund hag's nates. My climax 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 effect of my thrusts and the spanking I'm giving to her all at once. I reach forward and catch her neck opening. My balls are gear up to be drained. With a few Sir Thomas More deep poking, I scream out loud as my cock jet masses of my milk up Olga's sloshed asshole. Olga's screech too from the tycoon of my arrival. My cock continues to twitch and convulse, spitting out cum until I'm absolutely drained. I slowly pluck myself out of her bum. I'm greeted with the smell 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 pussy. This squawk got the fucking she deserved. Now she gets to 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 articulatio genus and swallows every inch of my cock getting a pin-up gustatory perception of her SOB and my semen. She licks every inch of cum off my cock and toss off 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 hire a piss.

Without warning, I start to make on Olga's face. Her face jolts back at first not expecting it but she opens her oral fissure and literally begins to salute my weewee ! When she can't deglutition anymore, she gags and spits out my weewee as I continue to puddle on her. Eventually I finish relieving myself, and make my way to the bathroom next door to her sleeping room. I take a quick cold exhibitioner and get changed. Olga is nowhere in sight.

I walk back downstairs to the bakery and see Olga taking reinvigorated crescent roll out of the oven. She has her blouse, panties, hairnet, and apron back on. She went back to sour without cleaning herself up.

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

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

THE END .