Swati 's Crush-ed
( by Pandorius999 )

They say love happens in heaven. maybe, but it 's definitely made on dry land, and by human. humans who are n't holy person, not by a long shot. But I guess girl at 18 like to recollect that way. Swati definitely did, and paid the Price for it.

But first let me line her. conceive of a 5'4 girl, weighing a shade under 55kg, slim and by about boys, beautiful. job was, she was not very copious, and as is usual for the middle of middle course of study families, not exactly liberal either.

So she came to college in salwar kameez, a dupatta doing it 's best to hide her plentiful segmentation. Her Padre dropped her off in a scooter and she went nursing home in an car owned by her brother in law. Understandably, her love life was confined to Shah Rukh posters hidden in the closet.

Problem was, Swati wanted to be like the rich people girls, going around in big cars with male child who seemed always high gear. She had her protagonist, son of her age and class, but she wanted more. She dreamed of disco, crapulence and 'da'life sentence. And that 's what ruined her.

In her class was a boy, named Rishi, called Ricky, who came in a bike double the sizing of the scooter, and made it a point to leer at her when her dad looked his way. But Swati did n't bear in mind, she found him sexy. She wanted him, desperately.

However, sneer apart, Rick was never quite interest in her, he had better babes. Tina for one had a swelled butt, and Payal had a wheel to die for. Both were his ongoing gf s, and both were blissfully unaware of each other. That is, until Swati found entered the scene

one day, at the end of their second semester, Tina saw Swati talking to Payal, who was in another class, but seemed to brood around her bf too much. Suspecting them of bitching, she moved closer unseen. Soon she could take heed their voices.

Payal : You seem to wish my bf. but do n't go chasing him. i can be a mean bitch.

Swati : your bf ? i have no thought. The sole boy in class i talk to is crick ... ..

Payal : you pudden-head girl. wrick IS my bf. Do n't you cognize anything ?

Swati : Oh ! I never knew. S ... sorry.

Swati was devastated, but behind the two, tina was equally so. She wanted to confront Payal, but bided her clip. She stayed back after College, and as she passed the parking lot, she saw haystack chatting with payal, his hand openly groping her tit.

Tina could n't control her any longer. She rushed at the two, and ripped Payal away from kink. kink was stunned. Tina was supposed to be in terpsichore class. the two young woman looked at each other, and as if by thought transference, slapped him together. Before he could say anything, they were walking away.

kink knew a lost drive when he saw one. This would bust up his report with the female child. He had to eff how they found out. It did n't take long, the info coming on a platter.

Swati met him next day, telling him how sorry she was, she did n't know he had a girlfriend. a little grilling Brought out that Tina had eavesdropped. Rick was pissed. He was n't the type to go without revenge, but on whom ?

Somehow, his mental capacity hit upon Swati. If Swati had n't been talking to Payal, she would n't have stayed on, and attracted Tina 's attention. Now to plan for revenge.

Swati found rick unusually responsive to her tenacious winded narration of her favorite show and horseshoe. She liked it. So what if he had a bf, he liked her did n't he ? She went on talking, unaware of rick 's view.

That day, haystack sat away from Tina and the gang. No uncertainty, Tina was already ratting on him. So, when he left, he was alone. He decided to put his plan into action.

Hailing Swati as she headed for the gate, he called her aside. Swati was never late, so she wanted it to be quick. pulling her into a shady spot, he wrapped his gym toned limb around her. Swati was surprised. never having been embraced by a man save her dad.

hayrick could sense her bosom beating fasting. She was making no endeavour to get out away. Good. He had to accept, she had curves, though they were more hidden than El Dorado. Not for long.

Holding her in position, he slowly dragged the zipper of her salwar down, till her bra grip and binding were clearly visible. The cool marching music air made her realize her state, but she did n't want to be a prude, not right now. This was her chance to prove she too had s body.

hayrick realized further vulnerability would need her cooperation. so he pulled away, and with a casanova grinning, pulled her back talk onto his. They were unusually pugnacious for a girl, thought rick, vut what the heck. Better than nothing.

Swati soom found herself in a passionate osculation. She had never kissed, but she found he was a pro, and she simply went along. By now she truly believed that he loved her, why and how did n't affair. As long as she had him.

Rick sucked in the warm up saliva of the girl, wondering how this one tasted of paan, the sooner girls had tasted chocolate. Their tongues entwined, hers desperate for his stimulation, as he expertly manipulated hers to their mutual pleasure.

Finally they parted. Swati was getting late, and said so. hayrick ignored her, and proceeded to her neck, plundering her with easygoing kiss which he knew every woman loved. He would set about with a gentle nip on her earlobe, down the side of her cervix, and then to the front and back. he felt her tonsils throbbing as she became emotional. from his vantage gunpoint he saw her segmentation but resisted the urge to squash them.

Swati did n't want to stop anymore. She was in a different haven, enjoying the quick wet sassing on her neck opening, stroking his fuzz as he went about her neck. Eventually, she felt safe ( or aroused ) enough to get hold of his handwriting and place it on her breast.

This was the signal rick needed. pretending to be storm, he savoured the gentle breaking ball of the secretory organ, cupping it in his hand as he kept up the kissing. His finger's breadth expanded, taking in the entire tit, before clamping down on the gland, drawing a moan from Swati.

Just then, however, they heard a couplet of shears at work near where they were. hastily, swati pulled up her slide fastener and got up. hayrick knew the moment was lost, but asked her if she was free in the evening. she blurted yes. he asked her to come to his farmhouse at the edge of town. he 'd clean her up from charge Chowk. She agreed, and he let jer run to the gate, where an agitated father was asking where his daughter could be.

Swati was almost thrashed at home, but was able to persuade her parents to let her go to a friend 's place after tutorship. Swati was normally punctual, and her parents trusted her.

Swati however had former plans. She eagerly awaited the evening. She chose her sexiest lingerie for him but dressed normally over. At the designated time, a tinge SUV drove up, and she saw him come out. He took her to the car and it drove off.

once inside, she saw that he did n't seem as rouse to see her. he simply wrapped his hand around her thin shoulders and sat smoke, listening to rock.

she had expected more agitation. after some prison term, she could no longer see herslef, and moved closer kissing him. he did n't reply. getting get to, she gently pulled his face towards her, and was shocked to see his expression.

rick had her where he wanted. There was no penury to pretend being nice. Disposing of the cig, he grabbed her head and smooched her roughly, taking care to prick her lips. They tasted better with the salty taste perception of her blood. He rougly shoved his tongue into her brass, licking her inner wall as she struggled to aline.

He loved the way she struggled futilely against him. he kept a immobile clutches on her head, using her mild hair to hold her in position. his free hand grabbed her mehendi clad hands and pushed them behind her. he then pushed her on her back on the seat trapping her paw underneath her.

so freeze swati begged him to stop, telling him how she loved him so. he did n't care. raising her dupatta, he grabbed the breasts, squeezing them roughly as she began to cry. sprain realized her rack was declamatory than Payal s and natural too. she was a thoroughly catch.

the car had reached the farmhouse. when it stopped, rick opened the door, dragging swati by her hair out of the car. she fell over, and was dragged inside. he threw her onto a sofa, and climbed on top.

this time, he was n't so caring about her apparel. when he was done, she would n't need them anymore. swati saw a blade begin slicing her shalwar in half. her pink lace bra became visible. rick ripped it till her navel, parting the textile to reveal her boobs in full glory.

wrick now took out his phallus, a 9 '' pole, which he began rubbing over her breasts, drenching the material in pre cum. finally, he raised her bra base and shoved his dick in between her dummy.

It felt like he was in a soft tunnel, her mammilla pressing into his cock from both sides as they tried to accomodate the additional heart. from her expression, he could tell Swati had never seen anything like this, it was totally new for
her.

hayrick now grabbed both boobs by the side and pressed them together, seeing them form big mounds at the marrow as he felt the minginess grow. moving into a better position, he began to saw in and out of her bra. the baseband rubbed his dick, but hr knew the tangible pain was swati's.

Swati had never thought boobs could be used this way. she now felt his penis rub between her cutter breasts, making them sore soon. She knew he found it sexy, but she definitely did n't detect being rubbed by a cock on the chest sexy. But her care was soon diverted.

haystack could see Swati was getting into the passive survival manner. but he wanted her to cry, not just lie there like in a tire picture show. He felt the surface of her titmouse public treasury he found her mamilla, pushing out slightly from the convex surface.

keeping up the motion, he rubbed them till they hard, and then pinched them cruelly. the reaction was gratifying. swati jumped like an electric shock had stung her, and as he kept on repeatedly pinching her nubs, she started crying.

kink felt his cum starting to work up up. The sight of Swatis binge, the feel of her sonant bosom against his cock and the jerks she gave everytime her teat got attention pushed him over the edge. pressing her melon like pillows into the centre, he came all over her chest and chin, loving the way the cum seemed to spud out of her tits. The fun had just begun.

Swati hated the viscous smelly saline that now coated her neck and chin. She felt him pull out, hoping that it 'll be the end of his wilder dreams. However, from her categorical stead she saw his rooster move forward, until it occupied the centre of her vision. she felt her mouth being parted by glutinous salty fingers, and the boss being rubbed all over her lips, until it had exchanged its white liquidness for her lipstick.

Rick laughed as he ran the extremity all over her nerve, taking away lipstick eyeshadow and mascara as it moved along. He wished he could have such a seventh cranial nerve to every female who wore makeup for men.

having exhausted the attractions of her upper berth body, he moved south. her remaining clothing was soon gone, and swati made a conceited attempt at closing her legs. rick merely placed his cig on a tit, and her struggling ended. so much for female resistance, he thought.

her vagina looked uncared for, the gash almost totally obscured by pilus. kink decided to work out it. From interpersonal chemistry class, he knew of a dilute organic compound that, when applied, had taken away his friend 's hair's-breadth. luckily, he had some for a labor.

making the right solution, he hrld up the oily means to her grimace. her optic widened. he then slowly began pouring it around her labia. swati began to rock her organic structure electrocution from the liquidness, which to her seemed pane.

taking a spatula, he slowly spread around the liquid state, increasing the burning infliction. unfit for her, he did n't spare her lip which were soon shiny red. wrick allowed the liquid to resolve.

in the interim he used the spatula to smack her nipple and vagina, enjoying her ridiculous yelps, just like a beef in heat. her dead body was soon becoming the semblance of her pussy. rick now used the spatula to wipe away the hair, pinching the supple physique. his cock was hard again.

spreading her snatch lips, he decided to go for it. swati could n't consider what was happening to her. she was going to be brutally banged by a rapist. she tried desperately to stop him, but the cig dissuaded her.

her ramification were now out-of-doors, her vagina obscenely spread for a man who was n't married to her. she felt him fingering her cunt, parting her. worse, the intruder made her moisten to reduce the friction.

rick saw succus on his finger and knew he was getting the effect he desired. once he was satisfied, he began pushing in. he was amused to see her bust. guess she wanted a amorous showdown, he thought, the stupid bitch !

Swati felt her defloration approach. suddenly, she felt a acuate hurting, and knew her hymen was history. he kept pushing in, not caring for such minor obstruction. he went on till he hit a harder obstacle, her neck. he was in now, time to turn on her.

Swati knew he was pulling out, her scandalize cunt muscleman getting temporary ease. it was abbreviated. this time he pushed in with devastating speed, ripping her muscles apart. and the physical process repeated, till the rubbing of her clit dulled the pain somewhat.

haystack kept up the pace once he got to it. her tits, still with the bra, came in as grip, as he brutalized her. he loved the way she rocked with every driving force, like he was reaming her into her fountainhead. he ripped off the bra, and used her titmouse as squeezing old bag, his finger's breadth making deep marks in the ample flesh. he grabbed her head, and made her look at him. she was made to give thanks him with each poke, her leg wrapped comfortably around his shank, comfy for him that is.

he now changed stead, sitting down while she rode him. he loved the way her teat bounced, and took to making her detention them up like a whore as she rode him. he began biting her neck opening, reminding her of the kisses she 'd induce, almost a populace apart it seemed. he bit down hard, tasting her blood as he came.

To accentuate her uselessness, he pushed her off like a condom once he was done. getting up, he got a beer and sat down to watch tv, using swati as a footrest. swati just lay there, wondering how she could birth been so awry, what her life would be from now on.

rick got up, and landed a few goid hard kicks till he heard something whirl. calling his maid, he asked her to get dressed her up and throw off her out.

Swati returned in time, but her parents were scandalise nonetheless. she had gone out in a salwar kameez and came home in a miniskirt. a secretive inspection revealed no underwear. and a white liquidness oozing from her genitals.

Nobody ever heard of her again. some say she was married off. others say a pregnant girl joined a local red lightsome country soon after. and i heard one guy say that there apoeared in the stable of one farmhouse, a sawhorse which looked remarkably like a fair sex ... ...

[ all characters in this level are fabricated and this is a work of fantasy. the author takes no province for any similarities. further, the author does not condone rape in very aliveness. this is a story and nothing else. if anyone thinks otherwise, go see a doc ]

written by
Pandorius999