You don't see this every day! (unusual death fight)
You don't see this every day! (unusual death fight)
Ted Mark II
I was finished doing my morning's paperwork on the 59th floor of the Fox-Eurocom building that had just been finished this year making it the biggest building in Hollywood California. I said goodbye to the aquarium full of fighting fish turned off for coffee and rebutting my suit jacket I went into the quiet hall leaving my office behind and entered the elevator.
There were two young people going down to the same subbasement riot Park. They were dressed in the finest "on the way up" world marketplace arrogant young beauties in their 20s. The boy looked to be about 17 years old, in fact he looked like a 17-year-old Rob Lowe the way he looked back in 1986. But this kid had the same full red lips and beautiful feline eyes as well as a possible raven black mass of boyish curls. But the rest of them spoke strictly power, a charcoal gray jacket and pants that you could've bought a new car with. A white silk shirt with a perfect Japanese print tie. Manicured nails and shoes from Italy. He looked like the most beautiful boy in an upscale Ivy League private high school. The girl was no less impressive. She looked exactly like Megan Fox except for with fuller, cantaloupe sized breasts the road high on her chest. The size of her breasts was augmented by the fact that she was wearing a navy blue blazer over a white ruffled silk loss. She wore however trim black slacks and low heel elegance patent leather shoes. She clutched a clutch purse at her butterfly eyes slid sideways to the mail her pig kitten time moistening her lips. He was only an inch shorter than her 5 foot seven frame. He may have weighed 15 pounds more, and that he was pale and lean. An athletic yet hothouse schoolboy ready to graduate into the real world. She was probably 20 years old to his 17, and her face was as hard as it was beautiful and girl like. She too looked like long hours in the gym had toned her every muscle and made her every curve perfection. Her long black hair was tied in a ponytail and hung to the top of her ass cheeks. Other than that one hard to interpret glance both looked forward at our three figures reflected in the black marble doors of the elevator.
We got off the elevator and walked into the third sub placement parking structure and the doors closed behind us turning off the Kronos quartets most recent offering of ultramodern chamber music, this time being a selection of Charlie Musselwhite harmonica riffs done to strings...
The BMWs and Mercedes and Lamborghini rows stretched on either side of us between huge concrete pillars in the actor we rectangular vastness of the secure subbasement parking lot. I held back a step to allow them to go forward unmatched in a might start to flirt and took out my self phone which was the new Apple iPhone 5.0 with the high-quality zoom video camera. The tube business suit male and female sexual sharks turned to face each other ahead of me about 10 paces under one of the overhead spots. The beautiful boy dropped his briefcase and kicked it away about 15 feet. He did this with a careless swoop of his right foot. My eyes widened in horror as I saw that $2000 leather briefcase skidding along the rough concrete. They held each other's eyes, eye Fucking each other for all they were worth, and with a smirk by Megan Fox girl through her clutch purse back over her shoulder were abolished off the hood of a Maserati before plopping onto the concrete.
As the boy took off his varsity rings and put them in his jacket pocket and Megan Fox girl took the tie out of her head and shook her head so her obsidian hair hung like a battered down over her shoulders. I tapped my iPhone into camera mode, and fingered it from photograph to video mode, and tapped the record button. I held it below my chin about arms length so I could see what I was putting in the frame of the camera while actually watching what transpired with intense interest.
Both the boy and the girl, or I should say very young man and young woman, took off their jackets and threw them carelessly behind them onto the parking structure concrete. The Handsome boy lifted each leather shoe in turn, undid the laces and threw them to the side as well, and removed his socks and threw them aside as the achingly beautiful girl stepped out of her shoes removed her ankle socks and through these to the side as well.
The feminine eyes of the boy opened wide and innocently as he licked his lips nervously, and said "we do this, we do this all the way".
The beautiful raven haired girl said nodding, "we fight to the death."
My mouth went dry and my heart felt like it was trying to stab its way out of the front of my chest. I could not believe this was happening right in front of me, them completely oblivious to me, and all of us the only people in the huge echoing parking garage.
Both beautiful young people backed up two steps and tested their bare feet on the concrete as they put their fists up in front of their faces in a boxer stance. The boy nodded, the girl nodded, a 17-year-old boy wearing his longsleeved white silk shirt and his charcoal slacks began to circle barefoot around the girl. The girl wearing only her white ruffled blouse which barely restrained 30 4D cup breasts and her black silk slacks begin circling the boy barefoot intern. They completed a old turn spiraling inward until they were about an arms reach each from the others chest. Both of them tilted their heads forward and frowned across the short distance at the other and their beautiful mouse were pulled back into tight lines of grim determination.
The girl feigned a knee kick to draw the boy out, and he did let himself be triggered into throwing roundhouse right, which she deftly pressed up with her left forearm while lowering her body and striding forward swinging her right fist up under his guard right into the sweet spot just under the rib cage at the sternum. Coughing out a lung full of air, the boy went up on tip toes before knocking her arm down and following through with a brutal right hook into the left side of her head right in front of the ear at the place the jaw joint the skull. To her credit she snapped her head and fell back sideways lessening the force of the blow but nevertheless her jaw was brutally slapped at her eyes squinted with pain.
They closed now exchanging flurries of jabs to the forearm in the lower ribs some other punches going all the way through to snap the other fighters had back or deliver a bruising blow to the ribs. Instantly they were panting and fighting with her eyes wild. The boy was not squeamish about punching her in her big breasts. And like most girls she had no sexual shyness at all about fighting when fighting with a boy.
They were like two ships from enemy armadas exchanging fuselages of brutal hot iron cannon balls into each other's shuttering bodies.
The girl through her self into a clinch with the boy while twisting her left knee up in a brutal knee kick to his lower ribs on the right side, I could hear the floating ribs crack as it was torn loose from its ligament. The boy howled in pain and grimacing put her into a bear hug and rocked her off of her feet closing his arms around her ribs as hard as he could cutting off her ability to breathe. The girl, now screening herself, clapped her hands on either side of his ears practically breaking his eardrums. The boy's screams like a pig while its throat is being cut and cease backpedals clutching as he agonized ears.
Her soaked blouse now yanked open so her catalog size breasts bounced wildly on her ribs barely restrained by the half cup white lacy French brassiere. Sweat streamed down her face and down her throat and over her breasts as she waded after the boy alternating kicks to his thighs meant to break his posture and jabs that he would have to block giving her another opening for I kick or a knee to the legs. Falling back against the car the boy twisted onto his right side and fired his left heel hard as he could into the center of the raging she cats naked tummy.
The girls folded over his foot her breasts dangling and swaying as she gasped long streamers of saliva drooling out of her mouth to the floor. She had wrapped herself around his leg and so grabbed his left ass cheek with her left hand and the front of his left ankle with her right hand and wrench his body up and counterclockwise spinning him onto his back.
Landing on his shoulders you mean the boy rolled into a crouch as she backed up and began firing kicks to his face some of which got through, one of which broke his nose making blood stream out of his nostrils and down his naked chest. Evil for evil, he grabbed her calf as she began to slow down in her kicks. He wanted to act fast before he was winded too! He lurched up grabbing her leg and spilled her onto her back. He leapt into the air and dropped his bare feet on each side of her waist as he dropped his ass onto her belly and knelt pinning her shoulders to the ground with his knees. He began a thermal nuclear ground and pound of left and right hooks down full force into her beautiful head, each time his knuckles smashed into her face, the back of her head would slam into the concrete. His merciless punches shattered her nose and and ripped deep tears into her upper and lower lips as he smashed them over her teeth. Her left eye began to egg up.
Before he could pound her brains into a bloody blood pudding she curled and drove her knees out as she pulled her heels in so she could drive her heels into both sides of the front of his throat. Her face a bloody mass, the girl jackknifed stabbing her heels into the center of the boy's throat and pitching them straight out into the air onto his back clutching his throat and gasping.
The girl shrugged off her ripped brassiere and swarmed on top of the boys thrashing body getting them in the schoolgirls pin. As she began to pound his pretty face into the same mask of bloody horror as hers he grabbed her under her knees and rolled her backwards on his tummy before rolling her off by twisting his body. They rolled apart and got to their knees and then to their feet gasping, both of them had loved gushing from their nostrils and poring over their lips down there throats and on their chests. Both were panting with their hearts racing as hard as they could. Both roared together and closed throwing desperate savage punches into each other's heads and chests. The boy hunched his shoulders and waited for word and with short lightning jabs used her swollen breasts and speed bags each blow hammering the breasts one direction and then the other on her chest. He pumped his fists into her breasts for all he was worth, and her 30 4D cup breasts now swelled to double E. cup size balloons of purple bruise bruised female breast tissue.
The girl used his breast attack which was agonizing but not fatal to straighten out her head and she grabbed him by the shoulders driving her right knee up as hard as she could into his testicles. He screamed and she did it twice more. And then he drove his knee up between her legs again and again, so they stood in a full embrace panting in each other's ear, their wet chest swiping back and forth against each other as they took turns mean each other between the legs and trying to wrestle the other off their balance like to oil Greek wrestlers.
This was going nowhere fast! Cunt busting wasn't getting it.
...Great story. Thanks.
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