My gens is Luke. I'm 22 geezerhood old, and I love to travel. My grandfather passed away when I was in high school but he left behind a fortune in his will for his two Thomas Kid, my male parent and my aunt. My granddaddy left money for his four grandchildren including myself. I put almost of the money away in savings. However, I decided my third gear yr of college that I needed a changed of scene. I had a crude year as I dealt with the divorcement 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 felicitous. I decided to charter a class 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 savings was more than enough for me to travel across the Earth and live comfortably for at least a twelvemonth.

I started my grand tour of the world, flying from Calif. to Republic of Iceland. I stayed in Iceland for about a month and explored the country, staying in hostels. I made Quaker everywhere I went and did activity like tramp, camping, and excursions. I enjoyed Iceland, from the riotous verdure to the hot leaping, glaciers, and seeing the Northern twinkle.

After Iceland, I made my way over to Kingdom of Spain and traveled across the state. I stayed in Seville, Madrid, and Barcelona. I had the time of my life in each city, enjoying the night life and the culture everywhere I went. I took quick trips over to Ibiza, and Portugal. After almost two months in Spain, I decided to bewitch a gear over to France and spend a workweek or so in Paris. From Paris, I will head up over to the seacoast and sojourn Nice and Monaco.

I spent clip getting to research Paris when I arrived. I visited the Eiffel Tower and climbed it, went shopping, visited the Louvre, Notre lady, and the thousand Palais. All within the initiatory few Day of my comer. I made some Quaker at my hostelry that I stayed at. hostelry were the substantially way to move around as they're very frugal for lodging. They also provide people the unique opportunity to fulfill early gent traveller from around the populace.

Toward the end of my first calendar week in genus Paris, I decided to do some exploring outside the metropolis. One of the guys that runs the hostel I'm staying at gave me an destination down the street to lease motorcycles for the day for really effective prices. With a small packsack I carry with me everywhere I go, I head over to the lease property. I carry my wallet, speech sound, map of France and of capital of France, snacks and water. I pick up my bike, and decide to head west.

It's a beautiful, scenic drive once I leave the rush minute in the city and principal towards the outskirts. I don't have a destination in head. I just want to go explore. After a couple 60 minutes on the road, I pull off the independent route and find a side street that leads into a small village. The settlement is surrounded by mount and sits in a valley. As I ride downhill into the village, I can see small homes, farms, and a magnanimous steeple in the center of the village. The side road I'm on takes me into the eye of the small town. It's almost a ghost townspeople as very few the great unwashed are out and about. I ride by and a few French local anesthetic wave at me, as I wave back at them. I stop my bike and park it next to a bakery. I was pretty thirsty and this looked like the entirely position in Town that served food.

I take a good feel at the minuscule place. It's two floor. The low base is the bakery and the bit floor looks to be residential. Most likely the owner of the bakery lives up the stairs. I read the sign that hangs high over the room access.

"Boulangerie Olga."Otherwise known as"Olga's Bakery."I know very little French. As a matter of fact, had I not seen the logotype with overbold kale and yield side by side to the name on the preindication, I wouldn't have been able to guess that boulangerie is French for bakeshop. I can say hi, yes, no, please, sorry, and thank you in French. That's about it. I was prosperous that most of the billet I've stayed so far, plenty of people spoke English and their indigen language. Here in the middle of nowhere, at least 70 knot outside of Paris, I honestly don't know if anyone speaks side.

I make my way inside into the bakery and the look of smart croissant, hot chocolate, and high mallow welcomes me.

"Bonjour !"

Behind the counter, is a great older Gallic Lady. She has a huge pan of fresh dough in her hands. She takes the pan and puts it inside a expectant wood burning oven.

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

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

The peeress asks what I want to gild in Daniel Chester French, and I look at her, and narrate her the only set 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 smile.

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

She has a thick emphasis that makes it hard for me to barely read her incredibly limit side.

I point at a croissant on display behind the glass that has ham, fresh cheese, Spinacia oleracea, and other veg. I signal to her with my bridge player that I want three of those croissants with a glass of body of water.

The kind lady smile and gives me a ovolo up as she preps my order getting refreshed crescent roll ready for me.

I take a keister across from the ordering area. The seats are limit and the tables are small. The sort dame brings me a pitcherful of water. With the piss, she also brings a overbold complimentary cup of deep brown.

"Merci,"I say thanking her.

She smiles at me and walks back to her baking orbit. And that's when I take a really undecomposed flavour at her.

I assume her name is Olga, as that's the name of the bakehouse. Olga is a large, plump mature woman looking to be in her later sixties. She's poor, about 5'2, with a fat belly and scroll on her sides. She has short brunette tomentum with a hairnet on. Her breast are enceinte, about DDD sized and sagged and I can secern she doesn't have a bra on. She wears a bluing and empurpled blouse with an apron on over her. Olga's face is chubby with a two-base hit chin. She's sweaty and has baking flour on her branch, deal, and some on her face. Her face is slightly wrinkled but she's average looking.

What caught my care as she walked away was she only had on panties underneath her apron. She has an incredibly fat ass that jiggles slope to side each stair she takes. Olga has tumid 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 intellection of getting down and dirty with this fat granny has my cock twitching, and growing in my pants.

Olga comes back out present moment later with my food and says something to me in French people with a smiling. I assume it was something along the lines of"enjoy."

I watch as she makes her way back behind the parry. Her grotesque ass swaying back and Forth River. She was driving me looney ! In that very moment, I wanted her all to myself ! I wanted to jump on her and lap every fold of her fat sweaty torso and just ram my cock abstruse inside her.

Olga catches me staring at her from afar. I can see a smile from the corner of her sassing as she takes fresh roller 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 Whitney Young fit guy in my early twenties, fantasizing about all the awful matter I can do to a fat, old gentlewoman out in the middle of nowhere in a foreign 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 trivial bakery with no air conditioning. But why the panties ? She's walking around in her underwear with a client here. Did she want to grab my aid ? I mean ... is she horny ? Does she take in a married man or cooperator that satisfies her ? Or maybe she's just the local village working girl. By her walking around in her panty all day with no bra on, this can give anyone easy access to just walk up rear end and fully take advantage of her.

All these thoughts crossed my mind as I ate my delicious croissants. I didn't gain how thirsty I was till I took that start morsel ! By the clip I finish my plate, I decide I'm going to acquire the hazard and see if she's down to play with a Young horny American guy like myself. I mean, what's the worst that can find if my plan fails ? She screams, and I'll get the hell out of here on my wheel in no time.

I wave for Olga to come to my table.

She asks me in French people 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 shoulder strap to her apron and untie them without any bother. 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 great sagged breasts that plop down toward her belly. I take a good feel at her amphetamine dead body, covered in rolls and belly fat. Her breasts have orotund ring of color and duncical nipples that are hard and stay put out. Olga has a big smiling on her facial expression, watching me stare at her astonishingly.

"You ... like ?"She asks me with a laboured hard to empathise accent.

I nod my head as I take my men and hit out to grab her breasts. 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 massive tit. I grab her left tit and try to flummox as much of it in my sass as I can while I squeeze her right titty with my early hand and use my cursor finger to encounter with her nipple. I then nail my face in between her knocker as I continue to rack them. I shake my capitulum left and right in between her knocker while I squeeze them. My natural language frolic around getting a expert taste of Olga's cleavage and breasts. She's incredibly sweaty and appreciation salty which drives me wild knowing she's dirty after a hard day of employment so far.

I release my grip from Olga's tit and decide that it's time to see what's under those granny pantie she has on. I grab her hands and range them on the table. Olga bends her body over leaning on the mesa as I stand behind her and get a fantastic view of her ass. I press against her waistline as I kiss my way down her sweaty back and down to the hobo camp. I grab her panties with both hand and yank them down to her ankles in one motion. I'm hit with the perfume of her musky pussy as my face is close to her ass from behind. I take a good spirit at the jungle before my middle as I take in the sight of Olga's hairy beaver. Her cunt rim are enlarged and have hair on the boundary of her vaginal folds. Her hair goes down beneath her legs and up toward her pubic area, with some hair's-breadth near her iniquity asshole.

I spread open Olga's stage and saliva into her slit. I do this a few multiplication, and then strike two fingers and shove them into her forest as they get lost abstruse inside her snatch.

Olga is quiet for the well-nigh part but she let's out some grunt with deep groan. I hear her muttering something in Gallic under her breathing time. I slowly finger her cunt in and out. I can tell she's wet. With each push and pull in and out of her stovepipe, my fingers get More and more than slippery.

I do this for a few hour, fingering her pussy from behind. I realized that we are both disclose right now and that anyone can walk right in on us. I slip my fingers out and take a good puff of her hot and sweaty pussy. Olga stands up and turns to face me. I take my two fingers and aim them for her mouth. She graciously accepts them as the snatch my arm. She licks and sucks on my fingers getting a great taste 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 rear of the bakery and make our way up the step to the s floor where she lives.

Once upstairs, we walk straight down the mansion house to her bedchamber. Olga has a queen sized bed with a little night 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 grabs me pulling us fill up to each other. She leans her head to mine and we share a deep lascivious kiss. Her breath tastes like coffee and a hint of her pussy from earlier as our tongues trip the light fantastic together in our back talk. 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 passel of my fat eight column inch rod. Her middle actually turn wide and light up with hullabaloo.

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

I take off my horseshoe and take all my clothes, 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 full bed, Olga climbs on top and grabs my cock with her mitt. She begins to stroke it as I lie down enjoying the attention. Olga then leans down over to my crotch and begins to work my gibe all the way down to my pouch. While continuing to stroke my pecker up and down, she licks my cock from the tip to my ball. Without a lot fuss, she's able-bodied to engulf my entire rod into her mouth and down her throat. She grabs my formal firing and squeezes it while she shakes her head left and right with my cock deep in her mouth. Only when she's out of breath does she unblock my prick from her mouth coughing and spitting out saliva, making a big mess on my crotch and her mouth. Olga maybe an old hag, but she's definitely got experience ! She has unbelievable oral skill that make my toes curl. All I can do while she sucks and deep throats my cock is groan with my heart shut and my blazon spread out wide, grabbing onto the sharpness of the sheets.

Olga spits my dick out of her mouth one net clock time before she leans back up and looks at me with a big smile on her face. Before I can move, she grabs my legs and puts them into the air. She grabs my cock again and begins to lick my sack. Her glossa glide down lower and venture to my butthole. Without any sort of admonition, Olga jams her knife up my ass as I feel her wet saliva-covered visitant convolution in and out of my bum.

"HOLY ... ..FUCK ! ! ! !"

I screamed from the sensitiveness of her lingua up my ass as she continues to stroke my rooster 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 idea what I said.

I guess"Fuck"is a universal words 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 branch on the edge. She spreads them wide apart and rise them. I get a perfect view of her hairy snatch as I stand between her branch. I grab my tool and insistency it up against her snatch. My stopcock is tickled by her buddy-buddy wet bush as I try to observe her resplendent entryway with my tip. Once my tip finds the entrance to her sweaty dearest mess, I easily slide myself into her. I'm hit with a thrill of adrenaline as my consistency shakes with ecstasy. I'm balls deep inside Olga. I'm inside this fat dirty French granny.

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

Olga grunts with her eyes closed. She mutters something in French people over and over each time I shove my tool cryptic inside of her. I thrust as deep and hard as I can into her watching her body jiggle like jelly each time I do so. I lower her legs and grab her by the shank bringing her closer to me off the bound of the bed. As the mattress springs are getting worn out and squeak loudly, I hold onto Olga's belly fat peal as I pump my fat hammer 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 parkway is through the roof !

I pull out of Olga to catch my breathing time. It was time to switch place. I motion for her to get off the bed as I lay back down on the bed. I use hang signaling to propose 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 great deal trouble she aligns my rod with her sweaty, wet mess and sits down taking all eight in of my meat up her snap. I feel her pubic hair brush against my completely shaven crotch each time I slam myself deep inside her.

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

I wrap my arms around her vertebral column as I use my hips to keep tearing her purulent apart, thrusting up and down. Her titty 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 intact physical structure geological fault completely forward on me. I kind of panic as she's incredibly lumbering and I'm suffocated with her knocker in my face. I feel her take thoroughgoing ascendency over me as her physical structure boost and slams deep down on my crotch. I feel her rise slowly and slam herself down taking every inch of my sum up her hairy pussy.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

When Olga screams out loudly I get a warm and wet feeling on my shaft. 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 recovery, Olga gets off of me and mount out of bed.

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

Olga bends over her bed standing up and lies flat on her stomach. With her legs wide open, she reaches behind her and spreads her ass impudence apart.

I get up behind her, stroking my cock getting ready to fuck her doggy expressive style. Before I can put my dick back inside her catch, 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 thin in, spitting deep inside her blue filthy hole. I spit a few clock time up her asshole. I grab my rod and push it up against her dirty sphincter. I grab onto Olga's fat ass as I push inch by in up her shitter. Her dickhead is pretty loaded. Olga just laughs out gaudy as she takes my cock up my ass. She's enjoying every second of it ! Once my cock is stuffed balls deep in her bum, I take obtuse movements, in and out of this weighty hag's rear end. 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 play of my jabbing 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 to a greater extent deep knife thrust, I scream out loud as my cock jet batch of my milk up Olga's loaded asshole. Olga's howler too from the powerfulness of my comer. My stopcock continues to tweet 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 cock spits out of her ass followed by a track of brown cum dripping out of her and down her twat. This bitch got the fucking she deserved. Now she gets to clean my stopcock.

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 swallows every column inch of my cock getting a cover girl preference of her arsehole and my semen. She licks every in of cum off my cock and pops it out of her oral cavity with a proud smile on her face. I wasn't done with her just yet though. I had the impulse to take a urine.

Without warning, I start to relieve oneself on Olga's face. Her face jerking back at first gear not expecting it but she opens her mouth and literally begins to toast my piss ! When she can't swallow anymore, she gags and spits out my make water as I continue to puddle on her. Eventually I finish relieving myself, and make my way to the privy next room access to her bedchamber. I take a flying frigidity rain shower and get changed. Olga is nowhere in sight.

I walk back downstairs to the bakehouse and see Olga taking saucy crescent roll 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 fancy woman you are."I tell her out loud knowing she doesn't understand a tinker's dam discussion I say.

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

THE END .