My epithet is Saint Luke. I'm 22 years old, and I love to jaunt. My grandad passed away when I was in high schooltime but he left behind a fortune in his will for his two kids, my don 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 scenery. I had a grating yr as I dealt with the divorce of my parents and my lady friend of six years decided to weaken matter off with me. My grades had plummeted and I was just not well-chosen. I decided to take a yr off and devote time 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 go across the globe and live comfortably for at to the lowest degree a year.

I started my grand tour of the world, flying from Calif. to Iceland. I stayed in Iceland for about a month and explored the country, staying in youth hostel. I made friends everywhere I went and did action like hiking, encampment, and excursions. I enjoyed Iceland, from the souse greenery to the hot bound, glaciers, and seeing the Northern Light Within.

After Iceland, I made my way over to Spain and traveled across the state. I stayed in Seville, Madrid, and Barcelona. I had the time of my spirit in each city, enjoying the nightlife and the finish everywhere I went. I took quick trips over to Ibiza, and Portuguese Republic. After almost two calendar month in Spain, I decided to catch up with a train over to France and spend a week or so in Paris. From City of Light, I will head over to the slide and visit Nice and Monaco.

I spent meter getting to search Paris when I arrived. I visited the Eiffel tug and climbed it, went shopping, visited the louvre, Notre Dame, and the M Palais. All within the kickoff few days of my arrival. I made some friends at my inn that I stayed at. Hostels were the best way to travel as they're very stinting for lodging. They also provide hoi polloi the unique opportunity to meet other lad travelers from around the public.

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 student lodging I'm staying at gave me an computer address down the street to take motorcycles for the day for really estimable prices. With a minuscule haversack I carry with me everywhere I go, I head over to the rental place. I carry my wallet, earphone, map of Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault and of Paris, collation and water. I pick up my motorcycle, and make up one's mind to head west.

It's a beautiful, scenic ride once I leave the flush hour in the urban center and mind towards the outskirts. I don't have a finish in mind. I just want to go explore. After a brace hours on the road, I pull off the independent route and find oneself a side street that leads into a small settlement. The village is surrounded by mountains and sits in a vale. As I ride downhill into the settlement, I can see small-scale domicile, farms, and a bombastic steeple in the center of the Village. The side road I'm on takes me into the heart of the Greenwich Village. It's almost a ghost town as very few mass are out and about. I ride by and a few Daniel Chester French locals wave at me, as I wave back at them. I stop my bike and car park it next to a bakeshop. I was pretty thirsty and this looked like the sole place in town that served food.

I take a good look at the small place. It's two write up. The inaugural floor is the bakehouse and the indorsement floor looks to be residential. Most likely the proprietor of the bakery lives upstairs. I read the sign that hangs high over the doorway.

"Boulangerie Olga."Otherwise known as"Olga's Bakery."I know very niggling Gallic. As a matter of fact, had I not seen the logo with smart bread and fruit next to the name on the mansion, 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, sight of multitude spoke English and their indigen linguistic communication. 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 bakeshop and the scent of refreshing croissants, chocolate, and cheese welcomes me.

"Bonjour !"

Behind the counter, is a tumid erstwhile French lady. She has a huge pan of fresh wampum in her manpower. She takes the pan and puts it inside a heavy wood burning oven.

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

I don't see any menus but it looks like most of the token for cut-rate sale here are on presentation.

The lady asks what I want to order in French, and I look at her, and assure her the only phrase I knew in French people.

"Desolé, je ne parle pas Francais"

( Sorry, I don't speak Daniel Chester French. )

The variety lady looks at me with a sympathetic grin.

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

She has a thick stress that makes it hard for me to barely infer her incredibly limited English people.

I point at a croissant on display behind the glass that has ham, fresh cheese, Spinacia oleracea, and other veggies. I signal to her with my script that I want three of those croissant with a looking glass of piss.

The kind madam smiling and gives me a thumbs up as she preps my order getting overbold croissant ready for me.

I take a seat across from the ordering area. The behind are circumscribe and the tables are small. The variety lady brings me a pitcher of water. With the water supply, she also brings a brisk complimentary cup of coffee.

"Merci,"I say thanking her.

She smiles at me and walk back to her baking hot area. And that's when I take a really soundly tone at her.

I assume her name is Olga, as that's the public figure of the bakeshop. Olga is a vauntingly, fatten mature woman looking to be in her former sixties. She's curtly, about 5'2, with a fat belly and whorl on her sides. She has short brunette haircloth with a hairnet on. Her breasts are large, about DDD sized and sagged and I can severalise she doesn't have a bra on. She wears a blue and purple blouse with an apron on over her. Olga's face is chubby with a twofold Kuki. She's sweaty and has baking flour on her implements of war, paw, and some on her face. Her nerve is slightly wrinkled but she's average looking.

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

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

Olga comes back out import later with my nutrient and says something to me in Gallic 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 grievous ass swaying back and Forth River. She was driving me weirdo ! In that very moment, I wanted her all to myself ! I wanted to jump on her and lick every fold of her fat sweaty body and just ram my cock bass inside her.

Olga collar me staring at her from afar. I can see a smile from the box of her lip as she takes newly pealing 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 XX, fantasizing about all the nasty things I can do to a fat, old lady out in the midriff of nowhere in a extraneous 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 step-in ? She's walking around in her underwear with a customer here. Did she need to grab my care ? I mean ... is she horny ? Does she birth a married man or spouse 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-heeled accession to just walk up behind and fully take advantage of her.

All these thoughts crossed my mind as I ate my delicious crescent roll. I didn't see how hungry I was cashbox I took that initiatory chomp ! 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 immature horny American guy like myself. I mean, what's the unfit that can happen if my programme fails ? She screams, and I'll get the hell out of here on my bike in no time.

I wave for Olga to follow to my table.

She asks me in French if I want anything else ( I assume ). I immediately stand up and appear down at her as I'm taller. I wrap my implements of war around her thick waistline as I grab the straps to her proscenium and unbrace 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 breasts that plop down toward her belly. I take a good flavor at her upper berth body, covered in gyre and belly fat. Her breasts have great ring of color and thick tit that are laborious and stupefy 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 understand accent.

I nod my header as I take my paw and reach out to snap up her tit. They're heavy as I pick them up and get down to squeeze them.

Olga stands just laughing softly to herself as I play with each massive tit. I grab her go out tit and try to get as much of it in my mouth as I can while I squeeze her mighty bosom with my other hand and use my Spanish pointer finger to play with her nipple. I then smash my face in between her breast as I continue to squeeze them. I shake my forefront left and right in between her white meat while I squeeze them. My glossa romp around getting a good taste of Olga's cleavage and chest. She's incredibly sweaty and taste salty which drives me angry knowing she's dirty after a hard day of work so far.

I release my grip from Olga's titties and decide that it's time to see what's under those grandma step-in she has on. I grab her men and place them on the table. Olga bends her dead 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 step-in with both hands and yank them down to her ankle joint in one move. I'm hit with the aroma of her musky kitty as my fount is close to her ass from behind. I take a full look at the jungle before my optic as I take in the sight of Olga's hairy beaver fur. Her snatch lips are enlarged and have hair on the edges of her vaginal sheepcote. Her hair goes down beneath her legs and up toward her pubic area, with some hair near her dark asshole.

I spread open Olga's legs and spit into her twat. I do this a few times, and then take two finger and shove them into her forest as they get lost cryptical inside her snap.

Olga is quiet for the most part but she let's out some grunts with cryptical groans. I hear her muttering something in Gallic under her breather. I slowly finger her pussy in and out. I can secern she's wet. With each push and pull in and out of her stovepipe, my fingers get more and Sir Thomas More slippery.

I do this for a few minutes, fingering her twat from behind. I realized that we are both exposed rightfield now and that anyone can walk right in on us. I slip my fingers out and take a serious whiff of her hot and sweaty pussy. Olga stands up and turns to face me. I take my two fingerbreadth and aim them for her mouthpiece. She graciously accepts them as the grabs my arm. She licks and sucks on my fingers getting a cracking taste of herself. She pops my fingers out of her oral cavity, 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 bakery and pretend our way up the stairs to the second floor where she lives.

Once up the stairs, we walk straight down the Charles Francis Hall to her bedroom. Olga has a queen sized bed with a piddling nighttime stand next to it. On top of it, is a niggling fan that circulates air through the elbow room. Regardless of the fan, it's still hot and muggy inside. I don't care though. Olga shuts and locks her threshold. She comes to me and take hold of me pulling us nigh to each early. She leans her caput to mine and we ploughshare a deeply lustful osculation. Her breath gustatory modality like deep brown and a hint of her snatch from sooner as our tongue trip the light fantastic toe together in our mouthpiece. Once we break our kiss, I yank off my shirt while Olga undos my belt and Yankee-Doodle my drawers down. She's met with the great deal of my fat eight in rod. Her eyes actually grow wide and light up with excitement.

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

I take off my shoe and move out all my dress, standing completely bare before her. She takes off her hairnet and tosses it to the nook.

Olga pushes me into her bed as I climb my way up and lay down on her pillows. Shaking the integral bed, Olga climbs on top and grabs my peter with her hired 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 spear all the way down to my dismissal. While continuing to stroke my cock up and down, she licks my cock from the tip to my balls. Without a good deal worry, she's able to engulf my entire rod into her lip and down her throat. She grabs my ball sack and squeezes it while she shakes her read/write head left and right with my prick deep in her back talk. Only when she's out of breath does she relinquish my cock from her mouth coughing and spitting out saliva, making a big mess on my genitalia and her lips. Olga maybe an old hag, but she's definitely got experience ! She has incredible viva accomplishment that make my toes curl. All I can do while she sucks and inscrutable throats my dick is groan with my middle shut and my blazonry spread out wide, grabbing onto the border of the sheets.

Olga spits my dick out of her mouth one last time before she leans back up and looks at me with a big grinning on her look. Before I can actuate, she grabs my branch and puts them into the air. She grabs my cock again and begins to thrash my sack. Her tongue glides down lower and speculation to my butthole. Without any kind of word of advice, Olga jams her spit 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 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 lip, telling me she enjoyed eating my ass out.

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

I guess"Fuck"is a universal speech as Olga gets off the bed and signals for me to get off as well. Olga then lies back onto her bed with her monumental leg on the edge. She spreads them all-encompassing apart and lifts them. I get a perfect prospect of her hairy grab as I stand between her ramification. I grab my peter and press it up against her puss. My cock is tickled by her boneheaded wet bush as I try to find 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 rush of adrenaline as my body shakes with ecstasy. I'm lump cryptic inside Olga. I'm inside this fat dirty French granny.

With her branch up high, I grab them for support as I thrust my pelvis in and out of her snatch.

Olga oink with her eyes closed. She mutters something in French over and over each sentence I shove my cock deep inside of her. I thrust as deep and heavily as I can into her watching her body jiggle like jelly each clock time I do so. I depressed her legs and grab her by the waist bringing her closer to me off the boundary of the bed. As the mattress bounce are getting worn out and skreak loudly, I hold onto Olga's belly fat rolls as I pump my fat shaft 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 catch my intimation. It was clock time to switch positioning. I question for her to get off the bed as I lay back down on the bed. I use hang 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 grabs my cock. Without much trouble she aligns my rod with her sweaty, wet hole and sits down taking all eight inch of my marrow up her snatch. I feel her pubic hair coppice against my completely shave crotch each time I slam myself deep inside her.

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

I wrap my limb around her spinal column as I use my hips to hold tearing her pussy apart, thrusting up and down. Her breasts are shoved in my brass as I try to swallow one of her tits whole in my mouth.

All of a sudden I feel Olga's entire physical structure shift completely forward on me. I variety of terror as she's incredibly sound and I'm suffocated with her knocker in my face. I feel her subscribe to complete ascendence over me as her eubstance rises and slam deep down on my genitalia. I feel her rise slowly and slam herself down taking every in of my meat up her hairy cunt.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

When Olga screams out loud I get a warm and wet intuitive feeling on my cock. I feel fluids running down my shaft and down my genital organ as Olga hits a right orgasm.

I know my reaching is soon to cum.

After a few moments of recovery, Olga gets off of me and mount out of bed.

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

Olga bends over her bed standing up and lies unconditional on her tum. With her legs wide heart-to-heart, she reaches behind her and spreads her ass cheeks apart.

I get up behind her, stroking my cock getting make to have it away her pooch 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 thick cock up her asshole. What an absolute whore she is !

I spread her ass cheeks apart and angle in, spitting cryptical inside her dark filthy mess. I spit a few sentence up her arse. I grab my rod and push it up against her dirty anatomical sphincter. I grab onto Olga's fat ass as I push inch by column inch up her shitter. Her bastard is pretty tight. Olga just laughs out gimcrack as she takes my prick up my ass. She's enjoying every arcsecond of it ! Once my dick is engorge lump deep in her bum, I take slower drive, in and out of this obese hag's asshole. My orgasm is rapidly approaching. I spank Olga's ass each time I thrust deep into her shit.

Her laugh continues as she grunts painfully from the military force of my poke and the spanking I'm giving to her all at once. I reach forward and grab her neck opening. My ball are gear up to be drained. With a few more bass thrusts, I scream out loud as my hammer squirt masses of my milk up Olga's closely son of a bitch. Olga's screams too from the office of my arrival. My cock continues to twitch and toss, spitting out cum until I'm absolutely drained. I slowly pull myself out of her bum. I'm greeted with the smell of her dirty bum and my jizz when my dick spits out of her ass followed by a trail of brown cum dripping out of her and down her pussy. This beef got the ass she deserved. Now she gets to clean house my hammer.

Olga turns around.

"Suck my peter !"I command of her.

Once again, she somehow knows what I'm talking about. She gets on her knee joint and drink every inch of my cock getting a lovely penchant of her asshole and my semen. She licks every inch of cum off my dick and pops it out of her mouth with a lofty grinning on her boldness. I wasn't done with her just yet though. I had the urge to take a piss.

Without warning, I start to pass water on Olga's boldness. Her face jolt back at first-class honours degree not expecting it but she opens her backtalk and literally begins to fuddle my weewee ! When she can't swallow anymore, she gags and spits out my pissing as I continue to relieve oneself on her. Eventually I finish relieving myself, and make my way to the bathroom adjacent room access to her bedroom. I take a quick cold cascade and get changed. Olga is nowhere in good deal.

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

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

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

THE END .