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That Kind of Love
by Catwacher

The usual warning caveats about violence and sex apply. NO ONE under the age of 18 should read or be in possession of this story. All proper respect for Aerosmith and their lyrics.

*** Wendy

Wendy couldn't get the sight of her husband's cock sliding between Fallon's tits out of her mind.

Two days ago, the statuesque brunette had returned home from work early to celebrate winning a major account for her firm. She walked into her bedroom and what she saw stopped her dead in her tracks. Her husband Greg sat on the edge of the bed, his rock hard seven inch cock glistening as it slid between a set of perfect 36C breasts. The kneeling blonde, her worst enemy Fallon, never missed a stroke as she pushed her surgically enhanced melons together and continued sliding them up and down his shaft. She knelt and smiled at Wendy the whole time.

Just as Wendy was about to explode in anger, Greg's own explosion pre-empted her outburst. He bellowed like an animal as one, two, three and finally four long silky ropes of cum were expelled from the tip of his cock. The white frothy liquid coated the channel between and the tops and fronts of the blonde's orbs, some dripping off her erect nipples. The sheer amount of his ejaculation stunned Wendy, as she had drained her man seemingly dry with a blowjob that very morning. It would be later that she'd confirm that Fallon had teased, sucked and fucked her husband all day long, priming his rod for just this moment.

Fallon then rose, still smiling at Wendy. Naked, except for her black knee high boots, the blonde walked out of the bedroom through the other door. A minute later, the wife heard the roar of a car as it sped away from the house, and for a second she thought she could hear laughter.

The fight with Greg lasted two hours, ending when he left the house to stay in a hotel for the night.

Wendy spent the night angry, and the next day crying with frustration as well. Her and Fallon had been rivals since the first day of high school. For ten years the two had competed against each other, and fought more times than they could count. For the last four years, they'd fought over Greg. Ten months ago, they'd met on the high school football field right after midnight, and Wendy had defeated her blonde rival in their hardest battle yet. The next day, her and Greg flew to Las Vegas and got married.

Fallon had vowed revenge, and had upped the ante at a time when Wendy was just beginning to feel secure that the man she loved and wanted more than anything was not in danger of being taken away. But the sight of her husband's cum soaking her hated rival's tits had literally frozen her where she stood. It was later that she'd vowed revenge herself.

Now, driving towards the old abandoned police shooting range at midnight, the twenty-four year old brunette smiled as she remembered putting the shovel in the trunk a few minutes ago.

The shovel she'd use to dig the grave of the man-stealing whore she was going to kill tonight!

*** Fallon

The blonde had never felt so powerful. Spending all day making love to the man she wanted in her rival's own bed! The look on Wendy's face when she walked in the room. The thrill of hearing and seeing Greg finally cum, and right in front of his wife too! And then, walking right out of that bitch's bedroom without a word. Fallon could not have asked for a more perfect day.

Or a more perfect way to draw the woman she hated with all of her being into a final fight to the ultimate finish!

From moment fourteen year old Fallon had laid eyes on Greg, she knew he was the man she'd marry. She'd had to catch his eye first of course, but then a 32-inch B-cup set of growing breasts certainly helped. As did beating up a few rivals as well, including one dark-haired teenager named Wendy. The other competitors backed away. All except Wendy.

Each won as many fights with each other as they lost. The two would try other boys, but in the end would always come back to Greg.

Now, ten years later, Fallon was determined to wait no longer to possess the man she wanted. Losing the fight on the football field was bad enough, but when the blonde heard that Wendy had whisked Greg to Las Vegas and married him, that was the final act of resistance she would tolerate from her enemy. It was then that the blonde decided she would kill Wendy and be rid of her once and for all.

And what better way to goad her dark-haired rival into a rash fight than to pull a stunt like she did the night before last.

As she stepped out of her car at the old abandoned police shooting range that she'd cased for this battle, she checked to make sure that all of her preparations were in order. In two hours' time, Fallon intended to be sitting astride Greg, the man she'd killed for, taking every inch of his manhood in her already wet pussy.

*** Battle

The three way conference call lasted all of five minutes. Once Greg had both women on the line, he laid it out for them. He could not decide who he wanted. They would have to settle it between themselves. Once they had, that woman could call him and he would willingly become hers for the rest of his life. Both women quickly agreed.

Greg hung up, leaving Wendy and Fallon on the line.

"He's MY husband you man-stealing bitch!" the brunette hissed.

"He should be MY husband, you two-bit tramp! I want him, and I intend to have him Wendy, no matter how long it takes!" her blonde rival replied.

"The only way you'll get him Fallon, is over my dead body!" Wendy growled.

"I'd love nothing better than to kill you Wendy! Fallon answered with glee.

The arrangements were brief and quickly agreed to.

The old police shooting range north of town at midnight the next evening. Just the two of them. And only one would live to claim Greg as her own.

Wendy arrived and parked her car near the base of the control tower, a two story cement structure with a padlocked wooden door. Moments later Fallon appeared and parked her car next to the brunette's. The blonde got out and walked towards her rival. Fallon donned a pair of black leather gloves as she approached her dark-haired enemy.

Wendy couldn't help but smirk. She'd worn a pair of leather gloves the last time they'd fought. The gloves allowed her fists cut Fallon to ribbons while affording her knuckles some protection. It seemed that the blonde had learned a lesson.

Fallon smiled seeing her brunette foe standing beside the tower. Wendy was wearing black knee-high boots, a pair of worn very short cutoff jean shorts, and a spandex half-top tied in a large knot that hung beneath her round supple tits. Her hands were covered in a pair of worn black leather gloves.

Wendy saw that her blonde enemy noticed the gloves. "Yes bitch," she hissed, "these are the same ones I beat you down with the last time we fought."

The brunette clenched and unclenched her leather-encased fists as she looked Fallon over. The blonde wore a pair of white knee-high boots, black spandex short shorts, and a white sleeveless shirt tied up in the front. The knot for the shirt hung below the center of the black lace bra the blonde wore, brazenly flaunting the swell of her perfect melons.

Fallon finished pulling her own gloves on and replied, "I've been waiting for this a long time Wendy! I am taking Greg tonight!"

Wendy's anger boiled up again and she hissed, "Bitch! He's MINE and tonight the only thing you're going to do is DIE!"

Both women raised their fists and began to circle. Fallon took the first swing, and the brunette ducked under the roundhouse punch. Wendy drove her shoulder into the chest of her blonde rival and slammed her back against the concrete control tower.

"UGHHHHHH!" Fallon grunted as her tits where smashed and the back of her head cracked against the structure.

The dark-haired woman rifled her right fist deep into Fallon's midriff, then rose and smiled as her shoulder bashed her blonde enemy's chin upward.

Wendy wasted no time taking advantage of having a stationary target.

The brunette smashed Fallon's face side-to-side with two pairs of right and left crossing punches. The blonde, however, was far from defenseless. She ripped her own right fist into Wendy's lower abdomen, nailing her right above the waistline of her cutoffs. Fallon hammered the same spot with four deep punches, then slammed her left knee up and into the junction of the brunette's legs.

Wendy's attempted crossing punch missed as her cunt exploded. She staggered back away her opponent, her hands instinctively reaching down to try and massage away the pain. Fallon backfisted the brunette across the chin twice, before Wendy's uppercut caught the blonde on the jaw and the two seperated.

Fallon pushed off the building and wiped away a trickle of blood from her lips. "Is that all you got, bitch?" she said.

Wendy circled away as the pain in her groin started to subside. "Come and get some more, you cocksucker!" the brunette snarled.

The two traded punches. Back and forth. Each giving as good as they got. Wendy continued to headhunt, and Fallon worked her rival's lower viscera and crotch.

A potent uppercut from the brunette pushed Fallon against the side of her car. The blonde's lips and nose bled freely. Wendy advanced slowly, the gut punches starting to take their toll. The blonde's boot slammed up between Wendy's legs with all of her power.

"AAARGHHHHH!" the brunette screamed as her pussy was crushed.

Fallon set herself against the car, and her kicked her rival under the chin with all she had.

The boot blow slammed Wendy against the side of the tower back first. The brunette slid down the wall and landed on her knees.

"YES!" hissed Fallon, as she pushed off the car. She moved to stand in front of her downed enemy and took careful aim, pulling her right fist up and back. The stunned Wendy happened looked up right as the punch connected. Her nose exploded in spray of blood and sweat, her head whipping to her right, leading her body to land with a "THUD!" face down in the dirt.

The blonde, smiling now through her busted lips, slowly circled her downed enemy.

"Get up cunt! GET UP!" Fallon screamed!

Wendy attempted to rise, and the blonde let her get to her hands and knees before striking again. The crown of Fallon's right boot crashed like a gunshot under the brunette's jaw. The kick blasted her body up and over on to her back. Wendy was laid out spread eagled, fading in and out consciousness.

Fallon kicked her badly wounded rival's legs apart, then stepped betwen them. With a wicked grin, she dropped her entire body weight behind the left knee that tried to pierce the crotch of the brunette's cutoff jean shorts. The savage pain of the spearing knee caused Wendy scream out in pain and to sit up in agony, and the blonde's right fist almost took her head off. The sound of the crossing punch was music to Fallon's ear, and her pussy thrummed with a small orgasm as she watched the woman she hated fall to the ground, punched out cold.

After pulling her fist back from the follow through of the knockout blow, the blonde knelt over Wendy's hips. She reached down and tore open her rival's cutoffs, shredding the zipper and laying Wendy's pussy wide open. The brunette's green thong was soaked in sweat and her adrenalin-pumped juices. Fallon reached down and grabbed the thong, then ripped it off. She held the tattered green material aloft.

"I'll keep this as a souvenoir Wendy. I'm going to hang it over the headboard, to show Greg how much I want him! Enough to kill you!"

The blonde stood, and slowly rolled down her spandex short shorts enough to show that she wore a bra-matching black lace thong underneath. Smiling down at her sleeping rival, Fallon sneered, "Greg will rip this off me later to get at my pussy bitch. It'll be soaked, just like it is now!" After rolling her shorts back up, the blonde took a step forward, bent over, grasped Wendy's tied-up top by the cups and pulled it apart violently.

The brunette's 34C tits spilled out, standing firm and proud on her chest, rising and falling as she slept. Fallon eyed the beautiful orbs and playfully smacked them side to side with her gloved hands.

"Too bad you come across a loser when it comes to tits Wendy." the blonde whispers. She reaches up and unties her own knotted shirt, then flips the catch of the black lace bra underneath. Fallon's 36C set of perfectly round tits pop free, and she rubs her breasts and plays with the nipples as she says, "Greg's gonna tit fuck these any time he wants bitch! Remember when he came all over them the other day? Remember?"

Fallon's head goes back as her pussy creams itself in a delightful orgasm. Her breathing quickens and she moans as she stands over her beaten rival, who begins to stir.

The blonde pulls the semi-conscious Wendy to her feet by her top and pushes her against the tower. The brunette can barely stand as she begins to come around. Fallon smiles and smashes her body against her rival's.

"I'M the better woman between us Wendy! Greg deserves the best, and that's ME!" the superheated blonde growls.

She looks down and sees her tits literally crushing Wendy's. She sees her crotch smashing against her rival's. Fallon has no doubt whatsoever that she is the better woman between them. And now she intends to rid herself of this competitor once and for all.

Wendy's hatred for her blonde rival is evident as she replies, "Fuck...you...whore...get...the...fuck...off...me...cocksucker!"

Fallon smiles and pushes away. She buries her right fist deep into the brunette's guts again. When Wendy bends over, the blonde uppercuts her, smashing her back against the tower. Left to the midriff, right uppercut to the jaw. The blonde's gut punches getting lower and lower, burying leather-gloved fists into her hated enemy's womb.

Wendy's knees begin to collapse after the tenth savage blow crushes one of her ovaries. Her knees hit the dirt, and Fallon keeps her there with a death grip in her hair.

"Speaking of sucking cock..." the blonde smiles and while pulling Wendy's head down by the hair whips the point of her knee straight up into the brunette's mouth.

"CRAAAAAACKKKKKKKKK!!!"

Wendy's lips explode and she is slammed over on to her side. Blood pours from both her broken nose and smashed lips, dripping on to the sandy dirt.

Fallon chuckles and comments, "Looks like your days of sucking off MY man are done bitch!"

The brunette moans in agony as she lays there. Her brain is rattled from taking so many punches, but even so she knows she has to get up. She rolls over on to her stomach and tries to rise.

"That's it Wendy. Get up baby. I can beat you all night you little cunt!" her blonde rival sneers.

Wendy gets to her hands and knees and begins to crawl towards her car. She reaches the vehicle and pulls herself to feet using the hood. Leaning against the hood, she slowly turns to face her blonde enemy, and raises her fists.

Fallon walks over to her. Wendy swings her right fist and the blonde blocks it. The brunette's left fist swings next and the smiling Fallon easily blocks that as well. Holding both the brunette's arms, Fallon leans against Wendy and pauses for a second. She then whips her forehead to the bridge of Wendy's nose in a vicious headbutt.

The brunette's eyes cross as she falls back on to the hood of her car, arms akimbo. Fallon pushes her brunette rival's legs apart and slams a right fist straight into her open pussy. Wendy's body spasms and she grunts. Fallon does it again. And again. And again. The blonde's final punch smashes her clit to a bloody pulp against her pelvic bone, effectively finishing her as a woman. Just as Fallon wanted.

"Time to finish you off Wendy," the blonde coos with a delightful tone. "Greg and I are going to fuck non-stop for days after this!"

Fallon pulls Wendy up off the hood by her bangs. Once she has her sitting, the blonde rips a savage uppercut to her jaw.

"CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKKKKK!!!!!!!!"

Wendy is punched onto the hood, her back slamming hard on the metal, a gutteral grunt escaping her broken lips.

In the warm midnight air, the sounds of the blonde killing the brunette fill the night...

"CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKKKKK!!!!!!!!" "SMMMMMMAACK!!!" "UUGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Wendy's last sight is of a smiling Fallon, sweat-covered breasts gleaming in the moonlight, lifting her chin with her left hand as the blonde readies her right fist for the final blow.

"Goodbye bitch. DIE!" Fallon hisses.

Fallon's right uppercut connected with Wendy's chin, then her lips before finally smashing the remnants of the brunette's nose into her brain. The wicked killing punch smashed a stream of blood off Wendy's face that splattered against the windshield of her car. The brunette lay spread eagled across the hood.

Dead.

Fallon dropped her arm and as her pussy exploded in a massive orgasm, she fell over on top of the finished brunette, her head ending up using Wendy's tits as pillows.

*** Aftermath

Greg walked out of the shadows and slipped behind Fallon. He rolled her short shorts down and entered her from behind. The blonde's superheated cunt exploded in a non-stop orgasm. After Greg exploded inside her, filling her with his seed, she pushed him back and rolled over on top of Wendy. Smiling at her man, she whispered huskily, "Now that I gave you your divorce, come give me your cock again!"

The sound of a black lace thong ripping apart filled the night air, marking the beginning of days and days of passion.

That kind of love is the killing kind.