Deathmatch - Younger vs Older Actress - Jealous Actresses

[Ted Mark]

Jealous Actresses - Mischa Barton verses Jennifer Love Hewitt



Seattle Washington in the United States is an old 1800s port city splashed across a cluster of spars into the sea that in the 1900s sprawled into Los Angeles ugly urban blight as neighboring towns were swallowed up. In facts Tacoma and Seattle has grown into one mess anchored by an international airport everyone called Sea-Tac.

Today was a London England Day, low cold steely overcast. Biting cold air, with chilling gusts. A thunderstorm was coming in from the Pacific North-West.

At 5 ft 9 in, the rail thin but lithe and lovely blond mode and actress Haughty and glowering Mischa tossed back her long straight hair over pale bare shoulders and tapped a bare foot impatiently. The grass was wet and long beneath her feet and her long bare legs and arms broke out in goose-bumps. After all, on top she was just wearing a boys cotton tee-shirt which had been cut into a shoulderless band that rode on her supple 34-B Cup breasts and left her tummy bare. It was worn tissue-paper thin too, so the domes of her breasts and her erect nipples pouted proudly and visibly from her ribs. And her boy?s jeans which had been chopped below the zipper to make a mid-thigh length skirt too, so she was naked to the elements. But a deep inner fire of hatred kept her very warm indeed!

Mischa was waiting in an unkempt strip of gray field, a clearing really, between the strip of trees concealing this place from the freeway and the rugged cliff overlooking the turbulent sea below. She had every intention of fighting and killing a woman today.

And after doing the killing she needed to do, she was planning on throwing her enemy off the cliff into a strong current that would surely carry the female corpse far out to sea.

How long must she wait to begin her violent business?

A fog seemed to be closing in but then from the trees a smaller voluptuous woman came striding purposefully toward her.

Heaps of a lioness mass of brunette curls snapped back and forth as Jennifer Love Hewitt spotted her rival, made small hard white fists, and paced purposefully at the taller girl waiting for her. Jennifer wore snug blue jeans and a harem girl?s transparent yellow tunic that hung in bands of free ribbons from her wide hips. Her honey-dew melon sized 34 D-Cup bosoms bounced nakedly on her ribs as she kicked off her tennis-shoes and came to a halt before the younger girl who stood 6 inches taller than she, at 5 foot 3 inches.

Both fine bitches reveled in their own startling sexual beauty and snarled back at each other, eye-fucking their enemy for all they were worth.

?No one crosses me like you did, Mischa, no one!?

?Shut up you little cow?. Mischa spat, ?Fuck you and the High Horse you rode in on!?

?Cunt! Jennifer spat, and pitched herself up at the taller girl. Mischa grappled Jennifer?s wrists before those talons reached her pretty eyes but Jennifer twisted her hands around, grabbing Mischa?s wrists so throwing herself forward on her right leg, she could drive her left knee up like a sledge-hammer into Mischa?s crotch.

Mischa barked in surprise and pain, staggering back, her skirt riding up exposing a shaved vagina.

Jennifer scrambled forward between Mischa?s arms and drove a right hook to the side of Mischa?s head and an upper-cut to the underside of her jaw, snapping Mischa?s mouth shut hard! Mischa raged back at the smaller woman clutching Jennifer?s shoulders and driving her kness, left right left right left right into both sides of Jennifer?s waist. Jennifer stumbled backward and flopped onto her back, her huge white bosoms flapping wildly on her now stripped chest.

Mischa pounced down onto Jennifer?s waist, and grabbing Jennifer?s thin neck with her left hand, began raining a barrage of wicked punches into the center of the cute woman?s face. Jennifer?s nose was broken and pulped and shocking red blood gushed from both of her nostrils and flowed back her face into her hair. But Jennifer thrashed her legs and ripping away Mischa?s top, dragged her 10 fingernails down Mischa?s breasts, her face shaking with her fury, leaving 10 deep purple furrows in the soft female tissue.

Mischa yowled and clamped down on both of Jennifer?s marshmallow soft globes seizing then with vise-like savagery. Jennifer?s eyes bugged out and she screamed like a throat-cut pig as Mischa began violently yanking her boobs out and punching them back into her ribs like she was trying to knead bread dough on crystal methamphetamine! Then Mischa began twisting and wrenching as she yanked and punched Jennifer?s naked mammaries. Jennifer slid down under Mischa so she could rock her hips up and cross her ankles around her tormentor?s neck... and with a desperate twist and heave she wrenched Mischa onto the grass beside her.

Both gasping and sweating women rolled apart and sprang to their feet and circled one another.

Jennifer Love Hewitt?s massive milk organs were swollen to a full DD or F Cup, purple splotches spreading as hematomas blossomed under the skin. Blood still pulsed out of her ruined nose. But determination made her eyes burn like coals.

With and evil grin Mischa closed in, dodging back and forth on her now naked legs. In face, she was completely naked. Jennifer was still protected below the waist by her tight soft jeans.

Mischa made a field goal kick up between Jennifer?s slender legs and the crack of her foot into the older girl?s crotch as like a rife-shot!

Jennifer yelped, but involuntarily clamped her thighs shut, which pinned Mischa?s calf between her thighs. In a split second of agonized clarity of mind she grabbed Mischa?s calf and pulled up with all her might!

This dumped Mischa on her back, and lips pulled back over her teeth in pain and rage, Jennifer threw her naked torso onto Mischa?s naked torso and thrust her face deep into the side of Mischa?s neck, below her left ear.

Mischa?s eyes rolled up into her head with uncontrollable pain as Jennifer bit like a tigress deed into her throat, grinding her teeth together over Mischa?s hot pulse. Mischa instantly wrapped her long legs and arms around Jennifer and burrowed her face into the side of Jennifer?s neck, biting as hard as she could deep through the female meat towards the jugular vein.

Both woman rocked back and forth on the wet grass, Mischa entirely naked, Jennifer naked to the waist. Howling deep in their throats a, chests heaving for air, wet breasts and bellies wiping back and forth, both women chewed and bit through skin and deeper tissue, each struggling to be the first wildcat to tear open the others neck veins.

They shuddered and clenched and unclenched like two fighting cats.

They clawed each others back until they were cross-hatched with terrible knife-like injuries that streamed with blood, washing their torsos and making them struggle to cling to each other.

Suddenly Mischa wrenched her glorious head back and forth and twisted her face out to spit out a plug of red meat. Jennifer?s jeans darkened as she released her bladder.

Roaring with insane female lust Mischa drove her face back into Jennifer?s neck and her head began shaking like a terrier with a rat! Jennifer screamed and reaching back drove her claws into Mischa?s face, stabbing her thumbs into Mischa?s wide eyes!

Like spikes her thumbs plunged through Mischa?s eye-balls and Mischa pushed herself up off of Jennifer, blood and gore streaming down her cheeks from ghastly empty eye-sockets.

But when she had torn her head from the side of Jennifer?s throat, her last bite had torn out the jugular between her teeth! As Mischa staggered to her feet stumbling in blind naked agony, Jennifer staggered to her feet, dark arterial blood spurting four feet from the side of her neck with each heart-beat.

Jennifer Love Hewitt stood weaving back and forth like a drunk, eyes wide, spraying her life?s blood in a circle as she turned this way and that. Suddenly bone white from blood loss, Jennifer shuddered like there was a magnitude 8 earthquake beneath her feet... her breasts danced as she struggled to keep standing.

Then suddenly blood poured from her mouth and she pitched face foreword onto the grass. Rain began lashing the field. Jennifer lay face down, stone cold dead. Mischa was wandering in ever widening circles, mumbling sightless and in in shock. She didn?t feel any pain, only confusion. Now sleet streamed down her naked body. But she didn?t feel it either.

Her only though was ?If I can get to the car I can use my cell... I can buy new eyes?.

But then she abruptly vanished from view.

She had stepped over the cliff and dropped to the sea lashed rocks.

She did, however, feel that.

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[Jessikafights]

Great story ... splendidly written ... with a real surprise at the end there ... HEH, HEH! [img]biggrin.gif[/img]

Meaow
Jessie

[richy14]

like using celebrities in fantasy death matches. this one reminded me of the MTV celebrity death matches from years ago.

Only thing I would have liked is one definite winner instead of two losers and more sexual domimation - like making the other girl squirt and attacking her breasts and vaginal area.