My gens is St. Luke. I'm 22 years old, and I love to travel. My grandfather passed away when I was in high school but he left behind a luck in his will for his two kids, my Father and my aunt. My grandfather left money for his four grandchildren including myself. I put about of the money away in economy. However, I decided my tierce twelvemonth of college that I needed a changed of scene. I had a rough twelvemonth as I dealt with the divorcement of my parents and my girlfriend of six years decided to break-dance things off with me. My course had plummeted and I was just not happy. I decided to hold a year off and devote meter to myself and bring around. 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 travel across the Earth and live comfortably for at least a year.

I started my grand tour of the world, flying from California to Iceland. I stayed in Iceland for about a month and explored the state, staying in hostels. I made supporter everywhere I went and did bodily function like hiking, camping, and excursion. I enjoyed Republic of Iceland, from the plush greenery to the hot springiness, 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 acculturation everywhere I went. I took quick trip over to Ibiza, and Portugal. After almost two calendar month in Spain, I decided to captivate a train over to France and spend a week or so in genus Paris. From Paris, I will head over to the coast and visit Nice and Principality of Monaco.

I spent time getting to research City of Light when I arrived. I visited the Alexandre Gustave Eiffel column and climbed it, went shopping, visited the Louvre, Notre bird, and the Grand Palais. All within the commencement few days of my arrival. I made some supporter at my hostel that I stayed at. lodge were the best way to jaunt as they're very economical for lodging. They also provide mass the unique chance to meet other beau traveler from around the Earth.

Toward the end of my first calendar week in Paris, I decided to do some exploring outside the city. One of the guys that runs the lodge I'm staying at gave me an name and address down the street to rent motorcycle for the day for really good prices. With a small haversack I carry with me everywhere I go, I head over to the rental place. I carry my wallet, phone, map of France and of Paris, collation and water. I pick up my motorcycle, and adjudicate to head up west.

It's a beautiful, scenic ride once I leave the rush hour in the city and head towards the outskirt. I don't have a goal in creative thinker. I just want to go explore. After a mates hours on the road, I pull off the main route and find a side street that leads into a minuscule Greenwich Village. The Greenwich Village is surrounded by mountains and sits in a valley. As I ride downhill into the small town, I can see lowly dwelling house, farms, and a boastfully steeple in the inwardness of the Greenwich Village. The side road I'm on takes me into the heart of the village. It's almost a trace town 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 adjacent to a bakehouse. I was pretty thirsty and this looked like the only spot in town that served food.

I take a estimable looking at the small place. It's two tale. The first floor is the bakery and the 2nd flooring looks to be residential. well-nigh likely the possessor of the bakeshop lives upstairs. I read the house that hangs high over the door.

"Boulangerie Olga."Otherwise known as"Olga's Bakery."I know very lilliputian French. As a matter of fact, had I not seen the logo with fresh bread and yield following to the name on the sign, I wouldn't have been able to guess that boulangerie is French people for bakeshop. I can say hi, yes, no, please, sorry, and thank you in Daniel Chester French. That's about it. I was golden that virtually of the station I've stayed so far, quite a little of citizenry spoke side and their native lyric. Here in the middle of nowhere, at to the lowest degree 70 statute mile outside of Paris, I honestly don't know if anyone speaks English.

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

"Bonjour !"

Behind the counter, is a large quondam Daniel Chester French lady. She has a huge pan of fresh dough in her hands. She takes the pan and puts it inside a declamatory 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 menus but it looks like most of the items for sales event here are on display.

The lady asks what I want to order in French, and I look at her, and recite 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 grinning.

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

She has a dense idiom that makes it hard for me to barely sympathize her incredibly determine English.

I point at a croissant on display behind the glass that has ham, impudent cheese, spinach, and other veggies. I signal to her with my workforce that I want three of those croissant with a glass of pee.

The kind ma'am grinning and gives me a thumbs up as she preps my order getting refreshful crescent roll prepare for me.

I take a seat across from the ordering area. The behind are limited and the tabular array are small. The kind lady brings me a pitcher of water. With the water, she also brings a fresh free cup of coffee.

"Merci,"I say thanking her.

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

I assume her gens is Olga, as that's the public figure of the bakery. Olga is a enceinte, plump mature charwoman looking to be in her late 1960s. She's shortstop, about 5'2, with a fat belly and rolls on her side of meat. She has short brunette whisker with a hairnet on. Her breasts are large, about DDD sized and sagged and I can order she doesn't have a bra on. She wears a blueness and regal blouse with an apron on over her. Olga's face is chubby with a double Kuki. She's sweaty and has baking flour on her arms, hands, and some on her face. Her grimace is slightly wrinkled but she's average looking.

What caught my tending as she walked away was she only had on pantie underneath her apron. She has an incredibly fat ass that jiggles side to side each dance step she takes. Olga has magnanimous granny scanty on with a duet of somersaulting flops.

There was something about her that turned me on. She's not physically attractive, but the persuasion of getting down and dirty with this fat granny has my turncock vellication, and growing in my pants.

Olga comes back out moments later with my food and says something to me in French with a smiling. 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 moment, I wanted her all to myself ! I wanted to leap on her and lick every plica of her fat sweaty soundbox and just ram my rooster deep inside her.

Olga stop me staring at her from afar. I can see a smile from the recession of her mouth as she takes fresh paradiddle out of the oven. I want her to see me stare at her lustfully. Something inside me tells me she enjoyed being eye confect for me.

Here I am, a young fit guy in my other twenty dollar bill, fantasizing about all the tight things I can do to a fat, old Lady out in the eye of nowhere in a foreign rural area. She must want me too ... right ?

I mean, the way she's dressed ! I get that it's incredibly hot and humid inside this piffling bakery with no air conditioning. But why the panties ? She's walking around in her underwear with a customer here. Did she want to grab my tending ? I mean ... is she horny ? Does she have a husband or partner that satisfies her ? Or maybe she's just the local anesthetic village sporting lady. By her walking around in her step-in all day with no bra on, this can consecrate anyone comfortable access to just walk up rear and fully take advantage of her.

All these thoughts crossed my mind as I ate my delicious crescent roll. I didn't actualize how athirst I was cashbox I took that beginning raciness ! By the clock time I finish my plate, I decide I'm going to take the chance and see if she's down to play with a young horny American English guy like myself. I mean, what's the spoilt that can materialize if my programme fails ? She screams, and I'll get the nether region 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 arms around her thickset waist as I grab the straps to her apron and undo them without any fuss. 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 look at her speed body, covered in rolls and belly fat. Her breasts have large areolas and thick nipples that are heavy and stick 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 mark.

I nod my head as I take my hands and gain out to grab her bosom. They're lowering as I pick them up and start out to pressure them.

Olga stands just laughing softly to herself as I play with each massive tit. I grab her get out tit and try to stick as very much of it in my oral fissure as I can while I squeeze her right breast with my other hand and use my pointer finger's breadth to play with her nipple. I then smash my face in between her titty as I continue to squeeze them. I shake my head left and right in between her breasts while I squeeze them. My tongue drama around getting a trade good taste of Olga's segmentation and breasts. She's incredibly sweaty and penchant salty which drives me groundless knowing she's dirty after a hard day of body of work so far.

I release my handle from Olga's titties and decide that it's prison term to see what's under those nanna panties she has on. I grab her hands and commit them on the table. Olga bends her body over leaning on the table as I stand behind her and get a tremendous view of her ass. I press against her waistline as I kiss my way down her sweaty back and down to the jungle. I grab her pantie with both paw and yank them down to her ankles in one motility. I'm hit with the aroma of her musky pussy as my face is tightlipped to her ass from behind. I take a good aspect at the jungle before my eyes as I take in the peck of Olga's hairy beaver. Her cunt rim are enlarged and have hair on the edges of her vaginal congregation. Her hair goes down beneath her legs and up toward her pubic area, with some tomentum near her dark asshole.

I spread open Olga's legs and spit into her twat. I do this a few times, and then subscribe two fingers and shove them into her forest as they get lost oceanic abyss inside her snatch.

Olga is serenity for the most voice but she let's out some grunts with rich groans. I hear her muttering something in French people under her breathing spell. I slowly finger her kitty in and out. I can tell she's wet. With each energy and pull in and out of her opera hat, my fingers get more and more than slippery.

I do this for a few minutes, fingering her puss from behind. I realized that we are both discover right now and that anyone can take the air right in on us. I slip my fingers out and contain a good puff of air of her hot and sweaty puss. Olga stands up and turns to present me. I take my two finger and aim them for her oral cavity. She graciously accepts them as the grab my arm. She licks and sucks on my fingers getting a great preference of herself. She pops my fingers out of her mouth, 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 stairs to the secondment story where she lives.

Once upstairs, we walk straight down the Marguerite Radclyffe Hall to her sleeping accommodation. Olga has a queen sized bed with a little dark 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 grab me pulling us close to each other. She leans her pass to mine and we share a deep lustful kiss. Her breathing time tastes like coffee and a tip of her puss from earliest as our tongues dance together in our oral fissure. Once we break our buss, I yank off my shirt while Olga undos my belt and Yankee my pants down. She's met with the batch of my fat eight in rod. Her eyes actually uprise wide and light up with excitement.

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

I take off my shoes and move out all my apparel, standing completely defenseless 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 total bed, Olga climbs on top and grabs my shaft with her hand. She begins to stroke it as I lie down enjoying the attention. Olga then leans down over to my fork and begins to drub my shaft all the way down to my sack. While continuing to stroke my hammer up and down, she licks my cock from the tip to my clod. Without a great deal trouble, she's able to engulf my entire rod into her mouthpiece and down her throat. She grabs my lump sack and squeezes it while she shakes her headland left and rightfield with my cock deep in her mouth. Only when she's out of breath does she expel my cock from her rima oris coughing 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 viva accomplishment that make my toes curl. All I can do while she sucks and thick throats my cock is groan with my eyes shut and my arms spread out across-the-board, grabbing onto the bound of the sheets.

Olga spits my gumshoe out of her mouth one last time before she leans back up and looks at me with a big smile on her look. Before I can move, she grabs my legs and puts them into the air. She grabs my cock again and begins to lap up my sac. Her knife glides down lower and ventures to my butthole. Without any form of warning, Olga jams her tongue 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 time for me to finally fuck you."I tell her knowing she probably had no thought what I said.

I guess"Fuck"is a universal language 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 sharpness. She spreads them wide apart and lifts them. I get a perfect purview of her hirsute catch as I stand between her legs. I grab my cock and press it up against her puss. My stopcock is tickled by her thick wet bush as I try to find her magnificent entryway with my tip. Once my tip finds the entrance to her sweaty love hole, I easily slue myself into her. I'm hit with a kick of adrenaline as my physical structure shakes with raptus. I'm glob deeply inside Olga. I'm inside this fat dirty French people gran.

With her pegleg up luxuriously, I grab them for support as I thrust my hips in and out of her snatch.

Olga grunts with her oculus closed. She mutters something in French over and over each time I shove my cock deep inside of her. I thrust as deep and hard as I can into her watching her body joggle like jelly each time I do so. I abject her legs 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 peter 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 breath. It was meter to switch positions. 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 pecker. Without a lot difficulty she aligns my rod with her sweaty, wet mess and sits down taking all eight column inch of my meat up her twat. I feel her pubic pilus brush against my completely shaven crotch each sentence I slam myself rich inside her.

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

I wrap my arms around her backrest as I use my hips to keep tearing her kitty-cat apart, thrusting up and down. Her breast are shoved in my boldness as I try to unsay one of her tits whole in my mouth.

All of a sudden I feel Olga's entire body fault completely forward on me. I kind of affright as she's incredibly fleshy and I'm suffocated with her breasts in my nerve. I feel her take perfect control condition over me as her body rising slope and slams deep down on my crotch. I feel her raise slowly and slam herself down taking every inch of my meat up her hairy slit.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

When Olga screams out loud I get a warm and wet feeling on my putz. I feel fluids running down my shaft and down my crotch as Olga hits a powerful orgasm.

I know my arrival is soon to cum.

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

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

Olga bends over her bed standing up and lies flat on her belly. With her leg wide open, she reaches behind her and spreads her ass nerve apart.

I get up behind her, stroking my dick 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 thick shaft up her whoreson. What an absolute whore she is !

I spread her ass cheeks apart and lean in, spitting late inside her dark cruddy mess. 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 inch up her shitter. Her asshole is pretty tight. Olga just laughs out loud as she takes my dick up my ass. She's enjoying every second of it ! Once my cock is stuffed balls deep in her bum, I take slower movements, in and out of this rotund hag's arse. My coming 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 grab her neck. My balls are ready to be drained. With a few more deep thrusts, I scream out loud as my cock spurt slew of my milk up Olga's tight dickhead. Olga's screams too from the baron of my arrival. My cock continues to twitch and convulse, 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 peter spits out of her ass followed by a track of brown cum dripping out of her and down her pussy. This squawk got the fucking she deserved. Now she gets to cleanse my cock.

Olga turns around.

"suck my cock !"I command of her.

Once again, she somehow knows what I'm talking about. She gets on her knee joint and swallow every inch of my cock getting a lovely taste of her cocksucker and my semen. She licks every column inch of cum off my dick and crop up it out of her mouth with a majestic grin on her face. I wasn't done with her just yet though. I had the urge to take a piss.

Without warning, I start to relieve oneself on Olga's aspect. Her face jolt back at number one not expecting it but she opens her oral cavity and literally begins to salute my piss ! When she can't swallow anymore, she gags and spits out my urine as I continue to pee on her. Eventually I finish relieving myself, and make my way to the bathroom next door to her bedroom. I take a quick cold shower and get changed. Olga is nowhere in sight.

I walk back downstairs to the bakehouse and see Olga taking impudent croissant 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 fancy woman you are."I tell her out loud knowing she doesn't understand a damn word I say.

She just laughs out loud and continues to puzzle out. I buy some baked goods for the road trip back to Paris and bequeath her a gracious tip in US dollars. She deserved it !

THE END .