Feature Writer: Regis
Feature Title: TITTIBOP
Published: 19.07.2023
Story Codes: Young Ones, Erotic Fighting
Synopsis: Welcome to Bart’s topless bar. The entertainment is getting hot!
Disclaimer: the characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote any unlawful activity such as is depicted in the story. By continuing to read this work you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character that they are depicting but they remain at all times adults.
Tittibop
As usual, Bart’s Tavern, which he had named after himself, was well under half full on a Saturday afternoon, and he was getting desperate to bring in enough to pay the rent on the large space he had taken, expecting more action than he was able to find, even on weekends. His sad business discovery was that when clients chose to stay away, you couldn’t stop them.
His dozen or so customers, mostly men, had come in to watch his buxom young girlfriend Rita working behind the bar. The seventeen-year-old with the big tits was proving to be a major attraction. Rita had a cute face, and a good figure, but her main asset that drew attention was an enormous bosom.
He had persuaded her to work topless, and then said, “What the fuck, you’re halfway there, let’s just have you go naked.”
The clueless bitch agreed with his irrefutable logic. He also outfitted her with a tiny tutu she wore around her waist, below the navel, that covered absolutely nothing, leaving her buttocks and clean-shaved pubic mound bare.
He was persuasive and somehow convinced her that because no minors under eleven were allowed into a bar, it was okay for the female help to be naked. Nobody gave a shit, and he had discovered his clients liked that. After all, it was all about pleasing his clients, if you were going to get them to come in and buy booze.
To make her prime assets more of an attraction, Bart had convinced his naked girlfriend-bartender to tie cute little yellow ribbons in bows around her stout nipples and erect clit, which was almost the same size. To complete the look, he got her to paint the tips of her jutting nipples and her remarkable erect clit with lipstick to match her lips and nails.
His randy customers really liked that. If they couldn’t get into her, at least she was remarkable to look at, and the looks were free. The teen cunt gave them a show, strutting in her spike-heeled string sandals so that her amazing ass wagged as she moved, and when from time-to-time things got too busy, they’d catch her relieving herself by peeing into a beer glass she kept under the bar for that purpose.
Rita’s elongated teats were featured, pointing from the wrapping bright ribbon bows like fingers from the ends of her torpedo-shaped breasts. People moved up to the bar to watch closely as she moved back to get a bottle, then turned toward them so they could inspect her ribbon-tied amazing erect painted clit.
The vibrant female-stimulated pussy erection stood proudly above her open cunt, which was dripping female moisture from her excitement at being intentionally naked in front of customers and drawing so much attention. Rita was Bart’s favorite kind of female, a true dumb blonde cunt. She thrived on customer attention and understandably resented other foxy females drawing attention away from her.
Bart’s twin daughters had graduated junior high school just before he bought the place, and they had the relatively flat chests their mother had, so for summer jobs he employed the fifteen-year-old girls as nude waitresses, wearing only loose short blouses that revealed their tiny titties, and spike heels so that their clean-shaved young vaginas were always on unreserved display between their shapely legs.
Their pretty pussies were also masturbated openly so that they were readily available for their customers to tuck tips into. The cute but absolutely clueless young cunts, both as blonde as Rita, made enough that way he didn’t have to pay them. He personally extracted the most money from their cute cutlets, and kept most of their tips for himself, as he didn’t want them making more than he did.
One of them had got herself pregnant at the age of nine, with steroids and hormones provided by a friend of Bart’s who was a medical school dropout, but was now experimenting with getting girls that age sexually productive. It worked. Bart’s young daughter had been impregnated by her dad and now had a six-year-old child.
The kid was a little girl, who worked for Bart in the bar as a naked cherub, mostly under the tables, in case the place was busted. Naked little girls in the place would never do, and the police would not be impressed. Bart was constantly aware that his license to open was at stake if the cops decided to bust him.
The naked kid would suck up the rigid erections of customers who came in alone, sitting at a table with other men, all of them getting a satisfying minor blow job from the cute little girl working under the table naked. They all knew better than to molest the little girl’s tiny cuntlet but got free mouth and fist service from her.
Bart was working the sidewalk outside the bar to attract customers, steering scantily clad teen girls in with a free drink ticket when a guy with a girlfriend endowed like Rita came sauntering by, and he talked them into going in for a drink, to check out the cute bare masturbated cunts on the waitresses. He asked their names and learned they were Bob and Shelly.
She was fifteen, the age of his daughters, a couple of years younger than Rita, and she wore an open blouse that revealed a mammoth cleavage. It was clear by the way the mid-teen dressed and walked that she was proud of her figure and its appeal to men. Bart figured she was one of several cunts this guy Bob would pork in a month.
“Shelly’s a professional pole dancer!” Bob said with pride, “She dances great, spreads her great legs amazingly, and is one of three dancers at the Rigid Pole Tavern. They only hire pole dancers her age. Within the first minute of each performance, the teen girls are required to lose the tiny panties they all have to start the act wearing.
“I caught them when she threw them into the crowd at a show last week, and we’ve been dating ever since. She’s a very talented dancer. Shelly’s the only girl I know who can suck air into her cunt and do loud cunt farts on demand while she’s dancing on the pole or writhing on the floor beside it on the stage. The guys love it!”
Bart was impressed and wondered if he could get Rita to learn how to do that. After persuading a few more customers to go in for a drink, most of them men, he left the door open when he went in and switched off the air conditioning. Any breeze through the open door would have to do the job, and he could save the cost of cooling the place.
Anything for a buck was his motto. The heat would also keep bitches’ blouses loose. The heat in the place would keep the beer flowing and the guys’ cocks up, looking at the young cunts he’d attracted. Bart determined this was going to be the day he turned things around and got the business on its feet.
Bob and Shelly were sitting on stools at the bar, and she was being naughty, leaning forward so that her large breasts were supported by the bar. Her erect nipples poked a pair of tents on the front of her skimpy blouse, completing the picture. The teen bitch was a total knockout, and Bob leered at her like he was ready for another fuck.
“Great boobs you’ve got there, Shelly,” Bart said, being a man who spoke whatever he thought.
“Thanks, Bart!” she said, “Your naked bartender, that older girl, has got herself a nice rack on her, too. Hers are almost as nice as mine!”
He noticed how similar her boobs were to Rita’s, and smiled.
“I know that all the girls who look as great as you fuck like mink. I’ll bet my guests would love to see you in action, moving those amazing hips up on the bar as you hosted a big raging cock, if Bob’s up to it.”
“You never know what might happen, after we’ve had a few beers!” she said, not entirely teasing him, “My cunt loves action, riding male meat, and this might just be the place for it!”
“Fuckin’ sweet!” Bart replied.
Just then a pair of guys came in the door, having noticed Rita’s big bare boobs being pushed upward by the bar as she purposefully rested on the bar to display them. Bart had persuaded her that whenever the doors were left open, to present her bare boobs casually like that, and usually new customers came in when she did.
Bart’s mind began to move forward. He liked the way Rita’s large tits bounced when he slapped them as foreplay before they had sex, and he suddenly remembered a couple of pair of boxing gloves that had been left with a room full of useless things by the previous owner, a buxom bitch who liked to work out.
She had been arrested when she forgot to close the doors, and a cop passing glanced in and saw her up on the bar, naked, being fucked by a customer. The policeman saw the guy climb off her and hand her some large bills and made bust. When he got her off the bar, her back to him, he got his cock out and into her, grabbing a free fuck.
She was convicted of prostitution and for running a bawdy house without her tavern being properly licensed for that purpose. The judge had taken her into his chambers and grabbed a free fuck as the cop had done, just to prove the conviction was warranted. and when she was jailed, Bart bought the place cheap.
He went looking for the gloves and came back with the two pair under his arm. He cleared a pair of tables away from near the open doorway, and returned to behind the bar, to take over from Rita. He handed her a pair of gloves, told her to put them on, and brought her over to stand across the bar from Bob and Shelly.
“How would you girls like to have a bit of fun, and at the same time get rid of a bit of hostility with some friendly punching while displaying your best assets, your impressive boobs for us?” he asked, “I think our customers would enjoy watching a friendly boob-bopping competition. I’m certain you two would like it as well, just for some good clean afternoon fun.
“Why don’t you slip out of that sweaty top and the two of you pretty young cunts come over to the space I’ve cleared by the door? We’d all love to see you girls get it on with a friendly tit-punching competition! Not with enough force to hurt each other, of course, unless you really want to, but just punch your opponent’s big tits so we can enjoy seeing your bare breasts bounce!”
Both girls were grinning, thinking this could be fun. Shelly removed and left her top on the bar, and walked over to the open space, with Rita close behind her. Rita was wearing only the meaningless tutu and heels, her cunt already on display, and Shelly had on a micro-mini skirt, clearly with no panties.
Both of the teens wore spike-heeled shoes that were string sandals, displaying their bare feet and long amazing legs and thighs. Bart could see that Shelly wore no panties, from the belt-high slit up the side of her tiny skirt. She obviously wanted everyone to see that her barely hidden cunt was uncovered and, under the right conditions, accessible.
“Okay, girls,” Bart said, taking control of the situation he was creating, “I can’t think of any rules for this kind of cunt fight, can you?”
“Yeah,” Rita said, “Only tits can be hit, and we need you to referee in case this young cunt gets herself out of control!”
“Exactly!” Shelly added.
“I’ve gotta take care of the bar,” Bart said, “With Rita in the boob-bashing competition, she can’t pour beer. Maybe we can get Bob to handle the fight.”
“You bet,” Boob responded, slipping off his stool.
Bart could see a bulge rising in the front of Bob’s jeans. He was definitely interested, with his interest rising and conspicuously firming in his pants.
“Okay, girls,” Bob said, to get things going, “It’s scrap time. Remember, you can hit your opponent’s tits only, but from any angle you want! You’re both displaying great targets! Extra points for bashing her stiff nipples straight on! Let’s get at it!”
Rita immediately struck at Shelly’s left boob before she could raise her hands to defend herself. With her right arm up for the blow, Shelly was able to get in a quick shot at Rita’s left boob. Neither was thinking of defense, and both put all their attention on hammering the other’s big breasts, making the fat mammaries flatten and bounce beautifully.
The blows were telling, and soon both topless bitches were screaming regularly in response to the painful pounding they were each receiving from the other’s flailing gloves. Unconstrained, they soon found themselves out the door onto the street, and Bob quickly got them back inside as drivers, distracted by the action on the sidewalk, hit parked cars.
The combat and sound of the brutal boob bashing soon attracted a number of new fans, coming in from the street. As they came in the open doors, Bart’s two bottomless teen daughters moved in and took drink orders, inviting the men to deposit payment and tips between their spread thighs into their clean-shaven open cunts.
“This is more like it,” Bart thought, “I’ve gotta find a fuckin’ way to make this a regular thing around here!”
Suddenly the direction of the fight changed when Shelly moved in close and abruptly raised a knee hard, to slam it up against Rita’s exposed cunt. Rita responded in kind under Shelly’s very short skirt into her uncovered cunt, flattening the meat petals, and then slammed her glove directly into Shelly’s nose, breaking it and causing it to bleed profusely. This went far past the terms agreed to.
It all happened too quickly for Bob to do anything about it, and he showed no interest in doing so. He liked a good cunt fight as much as anybody, particularly with his new girlfriend involved. The audience screamed approval, and Bart decided it would not be in his or the club’s interest to interfere with the additional unplanned action.
The topless buxom young girls had abruptly taken the fight in a new, more serious direction, and it was getting far more interesting for the bar’s enthusiastic patrons. Most had no idea they’d be witnessing a bare-breasted cunt-fight between buxom teens when they began their afternoon and were delighted with how things were developing.
The fight had suddenly become an all-out cock-raising bitch battle, and Bart closed and locked the doors, because he had all the clients he could handle, and didn’t need this exciting cunt-fight, which was proving to be great for business, being broken up. Everyone was really getting into this. The beer was flowing briskly, and the till ringing in much-needed cash.
As the girls battered each other, the crowd screamed for them to lose the skirts, and seeing a unique opportunity, Bob moved between the clashing cunts to call a brief break for them. They needed a rest, and getting them both naked seemed a great idea. At this point, he was sure things could only get better.
“Okay, girls,” he said, “I like where this is headed, and as you can see, so do the customers. We don’t want to disappoint them, do we? It’s time to lose the clothes, what you have of them, and I’d say those fuckin’ gloves, too.
“We need to see both of your cunts fully exposed! Lose the skirt, Shelly, and get your ass out of that fucking tutu, Rita! This is turning out to be amazing, now that you’re both so fully into it.”
The girls could see this was true, at least for him. He was now losing continence with his balls, starting to ejaculate inside his pants, leaving a set of fresh pecker tracks.
“We’ve got ourselves a great catfight going here! Get yourselves stark fuckin’ naked, you fuckin’ hot teen bitches, and do it NOW!”
Now that they had each been hurt badly by attacks from the other, with Shelly’s big boobs stained on top from the blood leaking from her broken nose, and both with their breasts, faces and bellies bruised and scraped by vicious angular blows, they both now, more than ever, wanted to hurt the other so they’d always remember who hurt them. Neither hesitated to get off her gloves and out of her skirt.
As the audience cheered their impudence, they stood naked, wearing only their string spike-heeled sandals, and with their knees bent and spread, thrust their now equally naked groins forward to proudly display their shaved and open cunts to their eager audience. This crowd, mostly men, were definitely cunt fans, and these two extreme, shameless young teens were happy to display theirs.
Both of their cunts stood open, their inner lips dangling from the brutal beating they had just taken from the other’s pounding knees. Rita’s inner cuntlips were pink and wrinkled along the flared edges, and the ridges were painted with her lipstick to match, displayed as she served behind the bar. Shelly’s were more flared, and the edges were brown.
It appeared Bob had given his fifteen-year-old girlfriend’s cunt recent attention, as it looked to be well fucked, dribbling semen. Bart had given the same degree of intimate sexual attention to the older nineteen-year-old Rita’s vulva. Neither of the naked teen girls was a stranger to sex, often forced, on a regular basis.
On impulse, Bart came out from behind the bar, moved in behind Bob’s now naked girlfriend Shelly, and with his rigid dick out, grabbed her breasts and thrust his raging penis deep into her ready cunt from behind, his belly pressed against her substantial ass crack. He didn’t usually treat new customers this way, but this was far from the regular circumstances.
Bob liked what he saw and did the same, thrusting his raging erection and roughly raping Rita’s cunt, while grasping her oversized bulging breasts in his fists. He was not in the habit of fucking bar tenders for the show, but this bitch was not your usual bartender, and with her cunt so accessible, it seemed the right thing to do.
The crowd loved it.
Their audience raised their glasses in salute, and they cheered on the flagrant double rape as both horny men enjoyed a strange piece of ass. Neither man thought of the bitch battle between the naked teenage cunts as being anywhere finished, but this made the perfect interlude, satisfying the men’s raging lust as well as giving the girls a moment to regain stamina.
It was at this point the naked little six-year-old cherub, daughter of one of the twins, emerged from beneath the table where she had been sucking cocks to orgasm, to see what was going on. She had only seen her mom being raped, and only by boyfriends, not other girls with such big boobies, by older men like her grandpa.
Bart, who was both her father and grandfather of the naked toddler, grabbed the child, since he had yet to ejaculate, and thrust his penis into the nude little girl’s mouth. His rigid cock was large enough that it pressed her tongue back in a way that it doubled over, folded, blocking her throat.
That limited where his spurting semen could go, and as he ejaculated, his cum made its way through her nostrils like snot so that it gushed out onto his lower belly. Her mother quickly appeared and used a Kleenex to wipe the child’s nose and Bart’s belly of her father/grandfather’s cum. She smacked the child’s bare bottom.
This was to punish the naked brat for not swallowing Bart’s offering. She then sent her sneaking child back to work under the tables, to suck cocks and drink gushing semen from horny customers. Cum was the kid’s main source of protein and saved the mother much of the cost of feeding the sniveling imp.
Both Rita and Shelly wore long pointed and brightly painted nails, revealed when the gloves came off, which were perfect for them to engage with each other for scratching female flesh in this unplanned but otherwise proper naked cunt-fight. As soon as they resumed fighting, they both put their nails to work, with great effect, scratching breasts, backs, buttocks, faces, and tits with abandon.
They also freely pulled hair to manipulate the other’s head, and used their closed bare fists to pound each other, focusing on screaming faces, bleeding breasts, and bruised and scratched tummies. With one arm wrapped around Shelly’s back, Rita was inspired to drive three fingers up into her opponent’s open cunt, and drew cheers from backers for her overtly sexual attack.
With a look of resolve and satisfaction on her beautiful face, she began scratching deep groves in the membrane lining the mid-teen bitch’s fuck-chute with her long, pointed nails. The bar’s patrons loved it. Her fingers were smeared with and dripping fresh cunt-blood when they were pulled out.
This was the kind of carnal action the spectators wanted. Bart had hit on a winning formula and would have his hand’s full building on what was proving to be so successful. The customers kept the naked young waitresses busy delivering more drinks and stuffing the payment into their cash-crammed cunts.
Shelly retaliated by thrusting three fingers up into Rita’s cunt, and digging them in as Rita was once more doing to her. This was too much for one of the men in the excited audience, and he opened his fly, pulled out his rigid penis, and began to pump on it rapidly with a fist, openly masturbating. Seeing this, others followed suit.
Bart, standing again behind the bar, decided to service himself in the same manner, but when one of his daughters came behind the bar to get an extra glass, he instead thrust his raging penis between her buttocks. It found the pink dimple of her anus, and with a powerful thrust, while holding her small titties in his fists, he heaved his hips and drove his raging erection home, deep into her colon.
It was his own daughter, but what the fuck, he thought, at fifteen she was a big girl now, and had by the end of the school year probably fucked most of the boys in the junior high school. She was nice and tight on his cock, and with a cunt full of cash, this was the only groin portal she had available.
About a third of the customers took their eyes off the cunt-fight to watch the owner butt-fucking his beautiful teen daughter.
“What the fuck,” he thought, “You can’t call it incest if you’re only fuckin’ her up her asshole!”
Perhaps he had a point, but it was moot because there were no moral boundaries being respected this afternoon in his bar.
Too bad his girls’ titties were so small, he thought, or he could have made the twins fight each other. What a battle that would be. And what a draw for customers! The place would be fuckin’ packed. The twins were at each other constantly at home anyway, and it would give the young cunts the chance to get even with each other for whatever things they thought were worth fighting over.
From behind the bar he had a great view of the hot and heavy action between the battling bitches, and driving his penis hard up the ass of his accepting young daughter, Bart was among the first to ejaculate from his unbridled excitement at the tight incestuous public anal fuck he was giving his daughter, as well as from the raw action of the profane bitch battle on the tavern’s floor.
The fighting cunts were both screaming hysterically at the internal damage they were doing inside each other’s womb, and neither showed any sign of wanting to quit. Shelly thrust her hips back in an attempt to get her cunt off Rita’s fist, and in doing so, presented the audience with a perfect view of the swollen ring of her rectum.
The customers were delighted to see Shelly’s puffed-out anus ring open under the stress she was experiencing, pushed outward from the inside by a large firm brown stool, and as Rita increased the painful scratching in her cunt, moving deeper to her uterus until she was able to insert a sharp nail painfully into her cervix, shapely young Shelly produced the dark fecal shaft.
One of the few females in the audience crowded around the catfight, a thirteen-year-old who had not been able to produce identification when asked by one of the twin waitresses, moved into the circle to pick up the shit log. It was nearly dry, and she scooped it up with her bare hands, spread her knees, and lifted her short skirt.
Astounding those watching, the bold young girl pulled off her panties, spread her thighs to reveal her child-like cuntlet, and promptly thrust the warm firm turd into her damp vagina, providing her own ample moisture to admit it. Clutching the offensive material in one fist, she used a masturbating action to fuck herself with Shelly’s shit.
It was a nasty trick that daring high school girls often performed at house parties when parents weren’t home, to impress the boys, and she used the firm human waste as a dildo to masturbate. At the private parties, the girls would usually squat and produce a turd onto the floor, and then masturbate with a freshly produced length of their own offal.
As the game progressed, girls would remove their panties, press their bare groins together, and one would take a shit directly into the eager cunt of a classmate, to the cheering of everyone at the party. Before long, boys would participate, shitting directly into the cunt of a willing girl, who pressed her bare sex organ against his anus.
Some of the more active young school girls developed a reputation as human toilets, and before long both girls and boys would coerce them into French kissing a rectum, and taking a freshly produced turd directly from the anus into their mouth. Then, with all of their friends at the party watching, they would be required to chew and swallow it.
Bart was not particularly into the scat scene, but he noticed how the clients appeared to be enjoying what this audacious teen girl was doing. It was a nasty, filthy trick, the kind of thing expected of young girls seeking attention, as most teen girls did regularly, and were willing to do anything to get it.
He could likely get a few of them to perform this kind of show for a crowd because these people seemed to be entertained by anything outrageous these very young pretty girls did. It wasn’t his preference, but if it brought in cash, he was in, no matter how outrageous or disgusting their behavior was.
He was thinking of how he could get more large-breasted girls to fight naked, maybe even some of the school girls, to draw in customers. He might even change the name of the place, removing his name to replace it with something like Kitty Titty Fights or Pussy Punchers or some similar name that would draw crowds.
Crowds meant liquor sales, and that meant money in the bank. Who knew, high school kids were regulars, because his daughters, working as bottomless waitresses, did not press for ID when the youngsters came in and ordered drinks. When things were quiet, sometimes his nude daughters would admit and serve older girls from the elementary school. They were fair game if they had money.
Maybe he could get some of the teen girls who came in to get angry with each other and convince them to get naked and get it on. =After a while, he figured they’d sign up in advance to do his nasty bidding. The youngsters who came into his bar were shameless, stupid, and eager to get attention any way they could.
Suddenly one of Shelly’s spike heels snapped off as she turned. These shoes were not designed for fighting, but they made the nude figures look spectacular. She fell on her back, and Rita pounced, driving her knees into Shelly’s belly, knocking the wind from her. Certain that Rita would not stop, he intervened, and with Bob’s help, they got them both back up onto their feet.
The men held them by the arms, and both naked girls had their legs spread and braced. Shelly kicked off her other shoe, and in the next instant kicked the arch of her foot up hard into the tender meat of Rita’s flared cunt. The sound of the intimate yet violent contact of flesh on flesh resounded, and the crowd cheered.
This was proving to be much better than they’d imagined. The battle quickly transformed from a catfight to a brutal naked bitch brawl, and both girls were making the other sorry she’d shown up that day, as breasts, bellies, faces and cunts took a terrific beating, all for the enjoyment of Bart’s customers.
At one point, when Rita had fallen, Shelly dropped onto her, and with an effort, got her entire hand buried into Rita’s wide-open cunt. In retaliation, Rita reached down and got three fingers into Shelly’s cunt. Working it for all she was worth, she finally managed to get her little finger, and then her thumb was also buried in the teen’s sex organ.
The two struggling nudes, now once more fist fucking each other, began to pound their fists as hard as they could into the uterus of the other, producing shrill screams with each brutal hit. Looking for an advantage, Rita got her middle finger extended, and with a sharp lunge drove her rigid digit with the sharp nail on it deep into the cervix of her young opponent.
Now she was finger-fucking Shelly’s uterus, and the screaming teen let her know how little she enjoyed having her inner gonad gouged with the probing fingernail. The audience went wild as they realized what was happening. How often did one get to see naked big-breasted cunts doing such harm to each other? Bart was giving them just what they wanted and more.
The way they were fighting was taking its toll on the girls, and finally, they withdrew their fists from each other’s steaming cunt. Rita’s middle finger was bloody. They lay back, exhausted. This fight had gone far past where Bart had expected it would, and he suddenly realized there was nothing to stop them from going the whole way.
The sight of blood on Rita’s finger from Shelly’s badly scratched uterus inspired Bart to take this further than he’d at first planned when he got them fighting in the first place. He slipped into the kitchen, found a big sharp butcher knife, and when seconds later he returned, he threw it in the air so that it landed on its tip, which stuck in the wooden floor.
“Let’s make this a bit more interesting, girls. Show us who can get the knife first, and that you know how to use it. Just for tonight, let’s make this a butcher bar!”
The people in the crowd were as stunned as the two girls lying on the floor as they realized what Bart wanted them to do, and where this was going.
This went way past exciting! It was cunt kill time, and one of these gorgeous naked young girls with enormous boobs was certain to die, and the other was just certain to become a cunt-killer, a murderer, with lots of blood and lots of witnesses. It was all just for the entertainment of Bart’s patrons. What a rush!
The crowd pushed back, to make the circle a bit bigger and keep away from the range of the lethal-looking knife. One of the wealthier of the walk-in clients bought a round for everyone, but they were too busy watching as the girls leaped for the big blade to appreciate it. Bart’s daughters and he were suddenly busy getting drinks to everyone, and counting carefully, Bart doubled the number of people served to pad the day’s profits.
Rita and Shelly got to the big butcher knife in the same instant, and both of the buxom nudes had a solid grip on the big black handle with their right hand. The nails on their left hand were at work gouging grooves in the breast meat of their opponent as the naked beauties danced in a horizontal position, flashing cunt to the appreciative standing audience.
Now several stiff erect penises were out, and the men were actively and passionately masturbating as the two busty naked teen girls struggled for possession of the big lethal blade. Each voluptuous nude now fully understood one of them was about to die, and each was determined it would not be her that was butchered with this big meat-cutting blade.
They quickly grasped that their only possible defense was full head-on aggression. These naked young cunts with huge tits knew it was now a matter of killing or being killed. Everything was now on the line, and both of the gorgeous battling cunts were highly motivated, determined to be the victor, at the cost of becoming a cunt killer.
Bart had brought his buxom girlfriend and Bob’s to the point of all-out war, and both of the naked girls were completely hooked and into it. The tavern owner had guessed right when he put the girls up against each other, and now he also had his audience of clients ready to witness a violent and passionate bitch kill.
Rita seethed. If she were successful in killing Shelly, Bart would be next for getting her into this stupid fight in the first place. She was here to pour beer for him, making him money by attracting customers who liked to see her working naked behind the bar, not fighting the young pole dancer cunt with the big boobs who’d come in to drink beer.
Shelly was so angry at Bob, who had got her into this naked cunt-fight and was now refereeing, that she kicked up hard as he stood over her, catching him a direct painful blow to his balls. Rita jerked suddenly on the handle of the knife and got its tip out of the wooden floor. She had it. Suddenly she did not, as Shelly gave her wrist a karate cut, knocking the knife free.
With a leap, Shelly grabbed the handle in both hands. Rita was on her haunches, her knees spread, and her cunt fully exposed. With a brisk powerful thrust, she drove the large sharp blade into the gaping female organ, the cutting edge facing upward. She then used both hands to lift the handle up with such force it cut through Rita’s clit and the pubic bone beneath the bitch’s pubic mound.
Now there was nothing substantial to stop its progress, and she ripped Rita’s belly right up through her navel. The split bacon flesh parted, revealing the tangle of pinkish viscera inside. With the very first stab with the blade, there was already what was likely to be a fatal blow. Rita’s scream could hardly be heard over the shouting and cheering of the masturbating mob.
Shelly, kneeling facing Rita with her knees spread, threw her arms in the air in a burst of victory celebration. She was somewhat premature. Rita grabbed the handle of the big knife sticking out of her belly and jerked it free. Raising it high, the sharp edge was now pointed down, and she stabbed it violently into Shelly’s upper belly, and jerked it forward, slicing right down through the fifteen-year-old’s navel.
The sliced bacon parted, also revealing the inner pack of intestines, which like Rita’s were slit open by the large invasive blade. The effort Rita had made to retrieve the knife and stab her opponent cost her, as her cunt and lower belly spread, releasing a bulging pack of her bowels that slithered out of her onto the tavern floor, spreading into a warm pile of her innards, including her uterus, with both ovaries now fully visible to the startled crowd.
They had come in for drinks, and now had been treated to not only an amazing cunt fight but a double bitch gutting by two naked buxom teens, with the use of only one big butcher knife! Most people would probably pay hundreds to witness such a terrific event, and they had got it for the price of a drink.
The men, openly and vigorously masturbating, began spurting semen into the air, and soon the beer-stained wooden floor in front of them was slick with sticky male cum. None of them had expected to see the extreme sexual violence they had witnessed, and things had worked out much better than they could have expected.
Not to be outdone, the fatally stabbed Shelly grabbed the blade from her own belly, and slashed it down across Rita’s big boobs, ripping them open across the top so deep that the blade scraped across ribs. The action forced her own tripe out through the gaping hole in her upper belly, and her guts slithered down across her lower belly to cover her open cunt and pile on the floor beside those of Rita.
Both bitches slumped, drained of strength by the leaking of partially digested food into their open abdominal cavity. Their naked forms were incredibly erotic, even as they were dying from the incredible injuries they had inflicted on each other. The aroma of spilled semen permeated the tavern along with the smell of stale beer as, within minutes, both of the naked young cunts were clearly dead.
“Gentlemen,” Bart proclaimed, “We are all part of this and as such share guilt for the double murders we have witnessed. Because of that, we must all keep quiet about what we have seen, and been a part of. None of us did shit to prevent it, so if the law catches on to what occurred here this afternoon, we all share in the guilt.”
There was a murmur from among the mostly male crowd, their testicles aching from excessive masturbation, their right hands and wrists sore from excessive exercise while jacking off. What was apparent was that their carnal lust was, for the moment, fully satisfied. Bart had done it, giving them all reason to come back and have a great time watching the kind of extreme show he had to put on.
“Starting next month, on the last Sunday of each month from now on, we’re going to have another organized cunt-fight. After this, it will only happen at night, starting after ten o’clock tonight, but with rush seating, so plan on getting here early so you won’t be disappointed. The doors will be locked as soon as the place is full, which, once word is out, will likely happen before eight.
“There will be a charge of one hundred dollars a seat, paid at the door, women get in for seven-five dollars. You’re welcome to bring along girls, but no kids under twelve will be admitted, no exceptions, as we have a reputation and license to take care of. If you know of any pretty teen girls who might make good fighters, let me know, and I’ll let you in for free if I use your nominee.
“Otherwise, this is an ordinary tavern, and as you know, fights can break out at any time when customers disagree on something or other. If you are lucky enough to be here when there’s a cunt fight, we’ll do what we can to get the bitches naked, and there’s no charge for any fight that breaks out without being organized.
“If some of you bring a beautiful teen with big tits, our preference, and the bitch gets herself into a fuckin’ cunt fight, I can’t do anything to stop you if you give her a weapon, but I have to insist, no fuckin’ guns in here, okay? We don’t need to lose any clients needlessly. Now have yourselves a great evening, and thanks a lot for cuming! I’m hopin’ to see you all again real soon!”
THE END?