My gens is Luke. I'm 22 year old, and I love to jaunt. My grandfather passed away when I was in high schoolhouse but he left behind a fate in his will for his two tiddler, my father and my auntie. My grandpa left money for his four grandchildren including myself. I put most of the money away in preservation. However, I decided my thirdly year of college that I needed a changed of scenery. I had a rough year as I dealt with the divorce of my parents and my girl of six year decided to break things off with me. My grades had plummeted and I was just not well-chosen. I decided to train a year off and pay sentence 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 delivery was more than enough for me to travel across the globe and live comfortably for at least a year.

I started my marvellous turn of the man, flying from California to Iceland. I stayed in Iceland for about a month and explored the res publica, staying in lodge. I made friends everywhere I went and did natural process like hiking, encampment, and outing. I enjoyed Iceland, from the lucullan greenery to the hot leap, glaciers, and seeing the Northern Lights.

After Iceland, I made my way over to Spain and traveled across the country. I stayed in Sevilla, capital of Spain, and Barcelona. I had the time of my sprightliness in each city, enjoying the nightlife and the culture everywhere I went. I took spry tripper over to Ibiza, and Portugal. After almost two month in Spain, I decided to catch a railroad train over to France and spend a week or so in genus Paris. From City of Light, I will channelize over to the coast and visit Nice and Monaco.

I spent clip getting to search Paris when I arrived. I visited the Eiffel Tower and climbed it, went shopping, visited the Louvre Museum, Notre doll, and the chiliad Palais. All within the world-class few days of my arrival. I made some protagonist at my lodge that I stayed at. hostelry were the practiced way to trip as they're very economical for lodging. They also provide people the unparalleled opportunity to touch early feller traveller from around the domain.

Toward the end of my first calendar week in capital of France, I decided to do some exploring outside the city. One of the guys that runs the hostel I'm staying at gave me an address down the street to take motorcycles for the day for really good prices. With a small-scale backpack I carry with me everywhere I go, I head over to the lease place. I carry my wallet, phone, map of France and of Paris, bite and water. I pick up my motorcycle, and decide to head west.

It's a beautiful, scenic ride once I leave the rush minute in the city and top dog towards the outskirt. I don't have a destination in nous. I just want to go explore. After a couple hr on the route, I pull off the main route and find a English street that leads into a small village. The village is surrounded by mountains and sits in a vale. As I ride downhill into the Greenwich Village, I can see small abode, farms, and a large steeple in the center of the village. The side road I'm on takes me into the core of the village. It's almost a spook townspeople as very few the great unwashed are out and about. I ride by and a few French locals wave at me, as I wave back at them. I stop my motorcycle and parking area it adjacent to a bakehouse. I was pretty hungry and this looked like the only place in Ithiel Town that served food.

I take a skilful look at the small billet. It's two stories. The first floor is the bakery and the secondly base looks to be residential. Most in all likelihood the possessor of the bakehouse lives upstairs. I read the house that hangs high over the room access.

"Boulangerie Olga."Otherwise known as"Olga's Bakery."I know very piffling French. As a matter of fact, had I not seen the logo with fresh bread and fruit next to the figure on the sign, I wouldn't have been able to guess that boulangerie is French people for bakery. I can say hi, yes, no, please, sorry, and thank you in French. That's about it. I was favorable that well-nigh of the seat I've stayed so far, plenty of people spoke English and their native 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 bakeshop and the smell of clean croissants, chocolate, and cheese welcomes me.

"Bonjour !"

Behind the counter, is a enceinte older Gallic ma'am. She has a huge pan of fresh dough in her workforce. She takes the pan and puts it inside a orotund Grant 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 menus but it looks like most of the particular for sale here are on exhibit.

The ma'am asks what I want to edict in Daniel Chester French, and I look at her, and tell her the but phrasal idiom 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 smiling.

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

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

I point at a crescent roll on display behind the glass that has ham, fresh high mallow, prickly-seeded spinach, and other vegetable. I signal to her with my helping hand that I want three of those crescent roll with a field glass of urine.

The kind lady smiles and gives me a thumbs up as she preps my social club getting fresh croissants ready for me.

I take a arse across from the ordering area. The ass are limited and the tables are diminished. The kind dame brings me a pitcher of water. With the water, she also brings a sassy complimentary cup of java.

"Merci,"I say thanking her.

She smiles at me and walk back to her broil sphere. And that's when I take a really unspoilt feeling at her.

I assume her name is Olga, as that's the name of the bakery. Olga is a prominent, plump down mature cleaning lady looking to be in her late sixties. She's shortsighted, about 5'2, with a fat belly and rolls on her position. She has suddenly 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 sky and purple blouse with an proscenium on over her. Olga's human face is chubby with a double Kuki. She's sweaty and has baking flour on her weapons system, bridge player, and some on her grimace. Her case is slightly wrinkled but she's average looking.

What caught my attention as she walked away was she only had on pantie underneath her apron. She has an incredibly fat ass that jiggles incline to side each stair she takes. Olga has large granny panties on with a pair of pass flops.

There was something about her that turned me on. She's not physically attractive, but the thought of getting down and dirty with this fat gran 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 grinning. I assume it was something along the air of"enjoy."

I watch as she makes her way back behind the replication. 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 jump on her and lick every fold of her fat sweaty body and just ram my pecker abstruse inside her.

Olga snatch me staring at her from afar. I can see a grinning from the corner of her oral cavity as she takes smart curl 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 offspring fit guy in my early twenty, fantasizing about all the smutty affair I can do to a fat, old lady out in the middle of nowhere in a strange country. She must need me too ... right ?

I mean, the way she's dressed ! I get that it's incredibly hot and humid inside this small bakeshop with no air conditioning. But why the panties ? She's walking around in her underclothes with a customer here. Did she want to grab my care ? I mean ... is she horny ? Does she deliver a hubby or collaborator that satisfies her ? Or maybe she's just the local hamlet lady of pleasure. By her walking around in her panties all day with no bra on, this can give anyone slowly accession to just walk up behind and fully take advantage of her.

All these thoughts crossed my mind as I ate my luscious croissants. I didn't realize how thirsty I was till I took that first-class honours degree bite ! By the clock time I finish my denture, I decide I'm going to read the probability and see if she's down to play with a young horny American guy like myself. I mean, what's the worst that can hap if my design fails ? She screams, and I'll get the hell out of here on my bike in no time.

I wave for Olga to descend 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 thick waist as I grab the straps to her apron and untie 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 knocker that plop down toward her belly. I take a expert look at her upper body, covered in rolls and belly fat. Her breasts have large areola and thick nipples that are gruelling and stick out. Olga has a big smile on her face, watching me stare at her astonishingly.

"You ... like ?"She asks me with a gravid hard to read emphasis.

I nod my head as I take my work force and reach out to snap up her breast. 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 get out tit and try to stick as often of it in my backtalk as I can while I squeeze her right white meat with my other helping hand and use my arrow finger to play with her nipple. I then smash my cheek in between her breast as I continue to squeeze them. I shake my promontory left and right in between her breasts while I squeeze them. My tongue caper around getting a safe taste of Olga's segmentation and breasts. She's incredibly sweaty and tastes salty which drives me uncivilized knowing she's dirty after a backbreaking day of workplace so far.

I release my traction from Olga's tit and determine that it's clip to see what's under those grannie scanty she has on. I grab her work force and come in them on the table. Olga bends her body over leaning on the table as I stand behind her and get a fantastic view of her ass. I pressure against her waistline as I kiss my way down her sweaty back and down to the jungle. I grab her panties with both custody and yank them down to her ankle joint in one motion. I'm hit with the perfume of her musky kitty as my facial expression is last to her ass from behind. I take a good look at the hobo camp before my middle as I take in the ken of Olga's hirsute opera hat. Her pussy lips are enlarged and have hair on the bound of her vaginal crease. Her hair goes down beneath her legs and up toward her pubic area, with some hair near her shadow asshole.

I spread outdoors Olga's leg and tongue into her twat. I do this a few fourth dimension, and then take two finger's breadth and shove them into her forest as they get lost deep inside her snap.

Olga is hushed for the about region but she let's out some grunts with deep groans. I hear her muttering something in French under her hint. I slowly finger her pussy in and out. I can recite she's wet. With each push 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 expose rightfield now and that anyone can take the air right in on us. I slip my fingerbreadth out and convey a upright whiff of her hot and sweaty slit. Olga stands up and turns to face me. I take my two digit and aim them for her sassing. She graciously accepts them as the grabs my arm. She licks and suction on my fingers getting a outstanding 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 paw and leads the way. We walk to the back of the bakery and make our way up the stairs to the second floor where she lives.

Once upstairs, we walk straight down the hall to her bedroom. Olga has a tabby sized bed with a piddling night stand next to it. On top of it, is a piffling 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 door. She comes to me and grabs me pulling us close to each other. She leans her school principal to mine and we share a deep lustful kiss. Her breath tastes like deep brown and a breath of her pussy from earlier as our glossa dance together in our mouths. Once we break our kiss, I yank off my shirt while Olga undos my bang and yanks my pants down. She's met with the mess of my fat eight inch rod. Her optic actually acquire wide and light up with excitement.

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

I take off my shoes and transfer all my apparel, standing completely naked before her. She takes off her hairnet and tosses it to the street corner.

Olga pushes me into her bed as I climb my way up and lay down on her pillows. Shaking the stallion bed, Olga climbs on top and grabs my cock with her hand. She begins to stroke it as I lie down enjoying the tending. Olga then leans down over to my crotch and begins to lick my peter all the way down to my hammock. While continuing to stroke my prick up and down, she licks my dick from the tip to my balls. Without a great deal trouble, she's capable to engulf my entire rod into her mouth and down her throat. She grabs my ballock sack and squeezes it while she shakes her chief left and right with my cock trench in her oral cavity. Only when she's out of breathing space does she release my cock from her oral fissure cough and spitting out spittle, making a big mess on my crotch and her lips. 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 oceanic abyss throats my cock is groan with my eyes shut and my arms spread out wide of the mark, grabbing onto the edges of the sheets.

Olga spits my dick out of her mouth one finally time before she leans back up and looks at me with a big smile on her face. Before I can move, she grabs my ramification and puts them into the air. She grabs my cock again and begins to work out my chemise. Her tongue glide down lower and venture to my butthole. Without any form of warning, Olga jams her tongue up my ass as I feel her wet saliva-covered visitor vortex in and out of my bum.

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

I screamed from the sensibility of her glossa up my ass as she continues to stroke my pecker up and down.

Eventually, Olga pulls away from me.

She looks at me and laughs as she licks her brim, 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 mind what I said.

I guess"fucking"is a universal language 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 leg on the sharpness. She spreads them wide of the mark apart and pinch them. I get a perfective tense position of her hairy snatch as I stand between her ramification. I grab my cock and military press it up against her puss. My peter is tickled by her thickheaded wet bush as I try to get her resplendent entranceway with my tip. Once my tip finds the incoming to her sweaty beloved hole, I easily slip myself into her. I'm hit with a Rush of epinephrin as my body shakes with cristal. I'm orchis rich inside Olga. I'm inside this fat dirty French granny.

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

Olga oink with her eyes closed. She mutters something in French over and over each time I shove my cock thick interior of her. I thrust as deep and strong as I can into her watching her body jiggle like jelly each clip I do so. I lower her legs and catch her by the waist bringing her closer to me off the sharpness of the bed. As the mattress natural spring are getting worn out and skreak loudly, I hold onto Olga's belly fat rolls as I pump my fat rooster in and out of her soaking wet snatch. Olga and I are both really sweaty as it's hot in the elbow room and our sex campaign is through the ceiling !

I pull out of Olga to entrance my breath. It was metre to swop spatial relation. I motion 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 much worry she aligns my rod with her sweaty, wet hole and sits down taking all eight inches of my meat up her pussy. I feel her pubic pilus brush against my completely plane crotch each time I slam myself deep inside her.

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

I wrap my arms around her back as I use my pelvis to prevent tearing her pussy 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 shimmy completely forward on me. I kind of scare as she's incredibly heavy and I'm suffocated with her breasts in my face. I feel her direct dispatch control over me as her body rises and jibe deep down on my crotch. I feel her boost slowly and thrash herself down taking every inch of my heart up her hairy cunt.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

When Olga screams out flashy I get a warm and wet feeling on my cock. I feel fluids running down my gibe and down my crotch as Olga hits a powerful coming.

I know my arrival is soon to cum.

After a few here and now of recuperation, Olga gets off of me and climb up out of bed.

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

Olga bends over her bed standing up and lies flat on her venter. With her leg wide candid, she reaches behind her and spreads her ass cheeks apart.

I get up behind her, stroking my cock getting ready to fuck her barker style. Before I can put my pecker 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 prick. What an absolute tart she is !

I spread her ass cheeks apart and lean in, spitting deep inside her iniquity filthy hole. I spit a few sentence up her behind. I grab my rod and push it up against her begrime sphincter muscle. I grab onto Olga's fat ass as I push inch by inch up her shitter. Her prick is pretty tight. Olga just laughs out loud as she takes my prick up my ass. She's enjoying every bit of it ! Once my cock is stuffed clump deep in her bum, I take dumb movements, in and out of this rotund hag's arse. My coming is rapidly approaching. I spank Olga's ass each clip I thrust deep into her SOB.

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 make to be drained. With a few more deep driving force, I scream out loud as my cock spurts flock of my Milk River up Olga's tight arsehole. Olga's screams too from the power of my arrival. My putz continues to twitch and convulse, spitting out cum until I'm absolutely drained. I slowly rip myself out of her bum. I'm greeted with the tone of her dirty bum and my jizz when my dick spits out of her ass followed by a track of John Brown cum dripping out of her and down her pussy. This kick got the fucking she deserved. Now she gets to clean my cock.

Olga turns around.

"suction my stopcock !"I command of her.

Once again, she somehow knows what I'm talking about. She gets on her knees and swallows every inch of my cock getting a endearing taste of her cocksucker and my semen. She licks every in of cum off my stopcock and pops 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 take up a piss.

Without warning, I start to puddle on Olga's face. Her face shock back at foremost not expecting it but she opens her oral fissure and literally begins to wassail my piss ! When she can't swallow anymore, she gags and spits out my piss as I continue to wee-wee on her. Eventually I finish relieving myself, and make my way to the toilet next room access to her bedroom. I take a quick cold shower bath and get changed. Olga is nowhere in sight.

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

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

She just laughs loudly and continues to work. I buy some baked goodness for the route trip back to French capital and will her a nice tip in US clam. She deserved it !

THE END .