Inga Swenson Ch. 01

"MARCUSSS!! YESSS!! FUCK ME BLACK BOY!! FUCK INGA!! YESSS!! INGA CUMMING!! AGAIN!!"

The youngster, gaining confidence with every thrust, is now in control of the gorgeous blonde underneath him. The muscular black hunk, bathed in sweat drives his dick deep into the prime milf Mrs Swenson, then again...and again. The room is filled with the wonderful sound of the two lovers...thump...thump...thump. Inga screams as the boy continues to hit home with his big black cock.

"MACUS!! YESSSSS!! FUCK MEEE! HARDER!! HARDER!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!"

The bedroom shakes as the boy grabs Inga's tiny ass for leverage and drives his dick her welcoming warmth. In her whole life the Swedish blonde has never had anything like the sweating black hunk pile driving his dick into her again and again. The gorgeous blonde has orgasmed so many time she has lost count. The boy has finally taken control of the sweet blonde's body and now will own this piece of first class Swedish flesh forever.

Suddenly the youngster shudders and finally lets go. This time Inga orgasms again, the two lovers bathed in their lust for each other.

"Mrs Swenson...shit!! Hell...YES!!"

"MARCUS!! EEEEEEAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEE!! IIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!"

The teenager fills Inga's high class pussy with rope after rope of his teenage cock sauce. Inga can feel the big black boy unloading inside her.

"YES MARCUS!! YESSS!! FILL YOUR BLONDE MAMMMMAAAA!! OH YESSS!! MY GOOD BOYYYYY!!"

It takes several minutes for the two lovers to catch their breath and get their bearings. The muscular boy looks at the lovely long legged blonde, still trying to catch her breath. She gives the boy a huge smile as if to thank him for the most wonderful time of her life.

"Marcus...darling! You did it!! You fuck me...so good! I...cum so many times I lost count."

"Mrs Swenson... It's just that you are just so..fucking FINE...I can't help myself."

She gives the boy a huge hug and kisses him again, then again, this time longer and more intensely.

"Marcus...maybe I make us something to eat...how about I put on...steak and potato. You like?"

The youngster coming from the other side of town, doesn't get steak too often. The boy's diet is usually beans and franks, or fast food.

"Steak? And potato? Yes...definitely."

"Then...we can...fuck...again? Please say yes Marcus! Please!"

"You mean...we...have sex...again?"

The once nervous teenager realizes he must have fucked Mrs Swenson just the way he was supposed to. The sweet black boy's shyness is starting to go away.

"Marcus...you want to spend night? With Inga? I will give you ride home in morning...I want you to stay...please?"

"Yes ma'am...if you want me to. But I better call my grandma so she doesn't worry."

"Your...grandma?"

"Yes. My mom...just one day left me and me brother. We don't know where she gone to. Our grandma...ended up raising us."

"What...about? You have...father?"

"Yes, but my father is in prison...I don't think he's ever getting out."

The blonde from Sweden will find out later on that this is the way of life in the ghettos in America. These young boys rarely have a dad around the house. Most of these youngsters are raised by their mothers or in some cases, their grandmothers. Inga Swenson can only thank Marcus' grandmother for raising such a nice, polite and very very sexy boy.