My name is Luke. I'm 22 years old, and I love to go. My grandfather passed away when I was in high school but he left behind a fate in his will for his two youngster, my father and my aunt. My grandfather left money for his four grandchildren including myself. I put to the highest degree of the money away in savings. However, I decided my third class of college that I needed a changed of scene. I had a approximate year as I dealt with the divorce of my parents and my lady friend of six twelvemonth decided to break things off with me. My level had plummeted and I was just not felicitous. I decided to take a year off and give time to myself and heal. I quit my job, left schooltime, 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 globe and dwell comfortably for at least a year.

I started my grand tour of duty of the public, flying from CA to Republic of Iceland. I stayed in Iceland for about a month and explored the country, staying in inn. I made admirer everywhere I went and did natural process like tramp, camping, and digression. 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 country. I stayed in Seville, Madrid, and Barcelona. I had the clock time of my liveliness in each city, enjoying the night life and the culture everywhere I went. I took straightaway trips over to Ibiza, and Portuguese Republic. After almost two months in Spain, I decided to get a train over to France and spend a hebdomad or so in Paris. From capital of France, I will lead over to the coast and visit Nice and Monaco.

I spent time getting to explore Paris when I arrived. I visited the Eiffel tugboat and climbed it, went shopping, visited the Louvre, Notre lady, and the Grand Palais. All within the foremost few days of my arriver. I made some friends at my hostel that I stayed at. Hostels were the best way to journey as they're very economical for lodging. They also provide people the unique opportunity to meet other fellow travelers from around the domain.

Toward the end of my first week in Paris, I decided to do some exploring outside the city. One of the guy rope that runs the hostel I'm staying at gave me an address down the street to take motorcycle for the day for really expert cost. With a small backpack I carry with me everywhere I go, I head over to the rental place. I carry my pocketbook, phone, map of French Republic and of Paris, collation and water system. I pick up my motorcycle, and decide to head west.

It's a beautiful, scenic ride once I leave the rush hour in the city and school principal towards the outskirt. I don't have a finish in psyche. I just want to go explore. After a duet hours on the road, I pull off the chief road and find a side of meat street that leads into a minor village. The village is surrounded by mountains and sits in a valley. As I ride downhill into the village, I can see little homes, farms, and a large steeple in the pith of the small town. The English road I'm on takes me into the heart of the village. It's almost a ghost townspeople as very few people are out and about. I ride by and a few French local 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 only spot in town that served food for thought.

I take a good look at the small post. It's two floor. The first floor is the bakery and the second level looks to be residential. about likely the owner of the bakery lives upstairs. I read the preindication that hangs high gear over the room access.

"Boulangerie Olga."Otherwise known as"Olga's Bakery."I know very piddling Gallic. As a matter of fact, had I not seen the logo with impertinent bread and fruit side by side to the name on the sign, I wouldn't have been able to hazard 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 well-nigh of the places I've stayed so far, stack of people spoke English and their aboriginal speech 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 bakery and the flavor of fresh croissant, chocolate, and cheese welcomes me.

"Bonjour !"

Behind the retort, is a with child older French people lady. She has a huge pan of fresh dough in her hands. She takes the pan and puts it inside a turgid 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 well-nigh of the items for sale here are on display.

The lady asks what I want to order in French people, 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 sort Lady looks at me with a sympathetic grin.

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

She has a thick accent that makes it difficult for me to barely understand her incredibly special English.

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

The form lady smiles and gives me a ovolo up as she preps my order getting freshly croissants ready for me.

I take a seat across from the ordering region. The seats are limited and the tables are small. The kind lady brings me a pitcher of water. With the water, she also brings a newly complimentary cup of coffee.

"Merci,"I say thanking her.

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

I assume her name is Olga, as that's the name of the bakery. Olga is a large, plunk mature woman looking to be in her previous sixties. She's short, about 5'2, with a fat belly and roll on her sides. She has unforesightful 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 devil and purple blouse with an apron on over her. Olga's boldness is chubby with a double Kuki. She's sweaty and has baking flour on her arms, hands, and some on her face. Her face is slightly wrinkled but she's average looking.

What caught my tending as she walked away was she only had on panties underneath her proscenium. She has an incredibly fat ass that jiggles side to side each step she takes. Olga has prominent granny panties on with a pair of toss flops.

There was something about her that turned me on. She's not physically attractive, but the sentiment of getting down and dirty 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 strain of"enjoy."

I watch as she makes her way back behind the replication. Her grotesque ass swaying back and Forth River. She was driving me loony ! In that very moment, I wanted her all to myself ! I wanted to alternate on her and lick every plica of her fat sweaty body and just ram my dick late inside her.

Olga catches me staring at her from afar. I can see a smile from the corner of her mouth as she takes refreshful whorl 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 youthful fit guy in my early twenties, fantasizing about all the nasty things I can do to a fat, old lady out in the midsection 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 bakeshop with no air conditioning. But why the pantie ? She's walking around in her underclothing with a customer here. Did she want to grab my attention ? I mean ... is she horny ? Does she have a husband or partner that satisfies her ? Or maybe she's just the local Greenwich Village fancy woman. By her walking around in her panties all day with no bra on, this can give anyone loose approach to just walk up behind and fully take advantage of her.

All these thoughts crossed my mind as I ate my delightful croissants. I didn't realize how hungry I was till I took that first off bite ! By the sentence I finish my home base, I decide I'm going to take the chance and see if she's down to make for with a young hornlike American guy like myself. I mean, what's the worst that can encounter 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 come 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 weapons system around her thick waist as I grab the straps to her apron and unbrace them without any trouble. I reach below and I grope her ass, squeezing her cheeks.

To my astonishment, Olga just giggles. She pulls herself away from me and takes off her proscenium. She then rips off her blouse, exposing me to her orotund swag breasts that plop down toward her belly. I take a good look at her upper body, covered in cast and belly fat. Her tit have large ring of color and thick nipple that are hard and stick out. Olga has a big grin on her typeface, watching me stare at her astonishingly.

"You ... like ?"She asks me with a heavy hard to interpret emphasis.

I nod my head as I take my hands and reach out to catch her breasts. They're heavy as I pick them up and start out to squeeze them.

Olga stands just laughing softly to herself as I play with each massive tit. I grab her depart tit and try to stand by as a lot of it in my mouth as I can while I squeeze her right breast with my other hand and use my pointer finger to play with her tit. I then nail my look in between her breasts as I continue to squeeze them. I shake my head left and rightfulness in between her breasts while I squeeze them. My tongue plays around getting a good penchant of Olga's cleavage and breasts. She's incredibly sweaty and tastes salty which drives me wild knowing she's dirty after a laborious day of work so far.

I release my bobby pin from Olga's breast and settle that it's clip to see what's under those granny panties she has on. I grab her work force and place them on the mesa. Olga bends her body over leaning on the mesa as I stand behind her and get a marvellous view of her ass. I jam against her waist as I kiss my way down her sweaty back and down to the jungle. I grab her scanty with both deal and yank them down to her ankles in one motion. I'm hit with the aroma of her musky pussycat as my face is close to her ass from behind. I take a good look at the jungle before my eyes as I take in the lot of Olga's haired beaver. Her purulent lips are enlarged and have hair on the edge of her vaginal folds. Her hair goes down beneath her ramification and up toward her pubic area, with some pilus near her darkness asshole.

I spread open Olga's legs and saliva into her pussy. I do this a few prison term, and then take two fingers and shove them into her forest as they get lost deep inside her snatch.

Olga is pipe down for the almost piece but she let's out some grunts with deep groans. I hear her muttering something in French under her breath. I slowly finger her pussy in and out. I can tell she's wet. With each button and pull in and out of her beaver, my fingers get more and more slippery.

I do this for a few minutes, fingering her pussy from behind. I realized that we are both reveal right field now and that anyone can walk right in on us. I slip my fingers out and take a right whiff of her hot and sweaty pussy. Olga stands up and turns to face up me. I take my two fingers and aim them for her mouth. She graciously accepts them as the grabs my arm. She licks and suction on my finger getting a great taste of herself. She pops my fingers out of her rima oris, 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 bakeshop and make our way up the stairs to the s floor where she lives.

Once upstairs, we walk straight down the Hall to her bedroom. Olga has a queen sized bed with a petty nighttime 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 doorway. She comes to me and snaffle me pulling us close to each former. She leans her head to mine and we portion a inscrutable lustful kiss. Her hint tastes like coffee bean and a tinge of her kitty-cat from earlier as our lingua dance together in our backtalk. Once we break our kiss, I yank off my shirt while Olga unmake my belt and yanks my trouser down. She's met with the sight of my fat eight inch rod. Her optic actually spring up wide-cut and light up with turmoil.

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

I take off my shoes and remove all my wearing apparel, standing completely naked before her. She takes off her hairnet and tosses it to the 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 grabs my pecker with her handwriting. She begins to stroke it as I lie down enjoying the attention. Olga then leans down over to my privates and begins to clobber my irradiation all the way down to my sack. While continuing to stroke my cock up and down, she licks my turncock from the tip to my ballock. Without much bother, she's able-bodied to engulf my entire rod into her mouthpiece and down her throat. She grabs my ball sack and squeezes it while she shakes her head left and aright with my cock deep in her mouth. Only when she's out of breath does she release my cock from her sass cough and spitting out saliva, making a big mess on my crotch and her lip. Olga maybe an old hag, but she's definitely got experience ! She has incredible oral skills that make my toes curl. All I can do while she sucks and trench throat my cock is groan with my centre shut and my munition spread out wide, grabbing onto the edge of the sheets.

Olga spitting my dick out of her sassing one hold out prison term before she leans back up and looks at me with a big smiling on her face. Before I can motivate, she grabs my legs and puts them into the air. She grabs my cock again and begins to lick my paper bag. Her knife sailplaning down lower and venture to my butthole. Without any kind of admonition, Olga jams her lingua up my ass as I feel her wet saliva-covered visitant 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 stopcock 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 metre for me to finally fuck you."I tell her knowing she probably had no approximation what I said.

I guess"shag"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 massive wooden leg on the edge. She spreads them encompassing apart and rise them. I get a consummate sentiment of her hairy snatch as I stand between her legs. I grab my cock and press it up against her twat. My shaft is tickled by her thick wet bush as I try to discover her splendid entering with my tip. Once my tip finds the entrance to her sweaty lovemaking hole, I easily slide myself into her. I'm hit with a thrill of adrenaline as my body shakes with ecstasy. I'm balls deep inside Olga. I'm inside this fat dirty French nan.

With her legs up gamey, I grab them for support as I thrust my hips in and out of her catch.

Olga grunts with her optic closed. She mutters something in Daniel Chester French over and over each prison term I shove my cock rich inside of her. I thrust as cryptic and hard as I can into her watching her body jiggle like jelly each metre I do so. I lower her wooden leg and grab her by the shank 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 roster as I pump my fat cock in and out of her soaking wet puss. 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 take in my breath. It was fourth dimension to switch place. I move for her to get off the bed as I lay back down on the bed. I use hang signals 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 a lot hassle she aligns my rod with her sweaty, wet trap and sits down taking all eight inches of my meat up her cunt. I feel her pubic fuzz brush against my completely shaved crotch each metre I slam myself cryptical inside her.

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

I wrap my arm around her backrest as I use my hips to keep tearing her slit 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 body shift completely forward on me. I kind of affright as she's incredibly heavy and I'm suffocated with her breasts in my face. I feel her conduct double-dyed control over me as her soundbox rises and slams deep down on my crotch. I feel her rise slowly and bang herself down taking every inch of my meat up her hairy snatch.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

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

I know my reaching is soon to cum.

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

We both knew I was almost there and that we needed to flip-flop affair up one more time.

Olga bends over her bed standing up and lies monotonic on her stomach. With her leg wide unfold, she reaches behind her and spreads her ass impertinence apart.

I get up behind her, stroking my cock getting set up to bang her doggie 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 thick putz up her asshole. What an absolute lady of pleasure she is !

I spread her ass cheeks apart and lean in, spitting inscrutable inside her dark-skinned filthy hole. I spit a few times up her arse. I grab my rod and thrust it up against her dirty sphincter muscle. I grab onto Olga's fat ass as I push inch by inch up her shitter. Her asshole is pretty crocked. Olga just laughs out tatty as she takes my dick up my ass. She's enjoying every mo of it ! Once my cock is gormandize nut deep in her bum, I take boring movements, 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 asshole.

Her laughter continues as she grunts painfully from the force of my thrusts and the spanking I'm giving to her all at once. I reach forward and seize her neck. My balls are ready to be drained. With a few more mystifying thrusting, I scream out loud as my peter spurts masses of my milk up Olga's tight mother fucker. Olga's belly laugh too from the exponent of my arrival. My stopcock continues to jerk and thresh about, 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 turncock spits out of her ass followed by a trail of brown cum dripping out of her and down her pussycat. This gripe got the shtup she deserved. Now she gets to pick my cock.

Olga turns around.

"sucking my hammer !"I command of her.

Once again, she somehow knows what I'm talking about. She gets on her genu and swallows every in of my pecker getting a lovely taste of her prick and my semen. She licks every inch of cum off my cock and kill it out of her lip with a proud smile on her human face. I wasn't done with her just yet though. I had the urge to take aim a pissing.

Without warning, I start to urinate on Olga's face. Her face saccade back at offset not expecting it but she opens her lip and literally begins to imbibe my piss ! When she can't swallow anymore, she gags and spits out my weewee as I continue to urinate on her. Eventually I finish relieving myself, and make my way to the bathroom adjacent door to her sleeping accommodation. I take a quickly cold exhibitioner and get changed. Olga is nowhere in peck.

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

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

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

THE END .