It hurt. Oh god it hurt so much. Beth was ripping her. That spot deep inside her, that Andrew knew, that made her cum in seconds when he stroked it, was now under brutal assault by red lacquered nails, clawing rather than caressing. Tears streamed down Gina’s cheeks, wetting the glass door where the side of her face pressed against the glass. She tried to wrench away but Beth had her pinned on the door.
Beth was nearly unbearably aroused by Gina’s squirming, her helpless screaming. She jerked hard, to drive Gina up on her toes again. Oh god that was so good. She suddenly wanted, more than anything, for Gina to beg. She wanted to destroy her so completely and so humiliatingly that she pleaded - please! - for Beth to fuck her husband. Just the thought of that triggered a tiny orgasm. She rubbed her tits on the wife’s sweating back and moaned in her ear. When Gina closed her eyes, a thick tear pushed from the corner of her eyes. It trickled down and broke against Beth’s lips on her cheek. Mmmmmmmm.
Beth pulled her off the glass, and dragged her across the balcony again to the railing. She wiped her hand on Gina’s face, forcing the scent of her own pussy and blood on her. She wanted, badly, to push her fingers into Gina’s mouth to make her taste it. No, though, the bitch would bite. She wasn’t broken; not yet. Beth bent her back over the top railing, her arms thrown over it, her hair dangling.
“Andrew loves to fuck my tits.” Beth said, and the casual way she used his name was like a punch in Gina’s guts. “I suck his cock until his balls are ready to explode, and then he cums between my tits, spurting and spurting. Then after, you know what he likes? To watch me massage it into my skin. I rub his cum into my nipples while he watches.”
“You fucking cxnt,” Gina sobbed.
“Why am I telling you this?” Beth said. “This is why. If he already thinks my tits are better than yours, how will he feel after this?” She chopped the side of her hand down into Gina’s left breast. “After he watches me ruin yours?” She dug her nails into Gina’s nipple, twisting it as she did. When she broke Gina’s skin, she laughed at the blood. “Now they match,” she said, with a satisfied tone. She stepped back, just a little, releasing her hand from Gina’s throat. Gina’s head came forward. The first thing she saw was her husband, watching them, and jerking off. Then Beth’s fist exploded into her breast. Gina hung helplessly on the balcony railing like a rag as Beth laced punch after savage punch into her, pounding her tits into her ribcage and whipping them back and forth across her chest.
Even as she beat the pathetic little wifey, Beth’s mind worked. Her arrival had been so well timed. Two in the morning, after they’d fucked on the balcony? She’d been watching, Beth thought, and lifted her head. The hotel across the street. The realization that Gina had watched them thrilled her even more. Her next punch was the hardest yet. She let Gina fall forward then, onto her hands and knees like a cowed dog.
Beth left her like that, her head down, and slid the door open. She went to Gina’s things, her discarded clothes. There it was: a hotel room key card. She paused on her way back to slowly lick Andrew’s throbbing shaft from root to tip. “Look at me, bitch,” she commanded. Gina lifted her head reflexively, then let it drop with a spasm of sobbing. Beth twirled her tongue around his head and went back to finish his wife, sliding the glass door closed behind her.
She pulled Gina close to the glass, on her knees, and knelt behind her. She reached around and cupped Gina’s breasts, caressed them. They were hot, and swollen, skin pulled tight and red with blotches that would be an angry purple in an hour. Beth squeezed them, at their base, and pulled down and out, her crushing grip sliding through the soft spheres to pinch off at Gina’s engorged nipples.
Beth did it again, a little harder, a little faster. Gina shuddered but she couldn’t fight back. “Please,” she whimpered. That made Beth moan. Again, she squeezed Gina’s tits from roots to tips, just like she’d licked his cock. She watched Andrew, watched him stroke his cock. She tried to match his rhythm.
“No,” Gina sobbed. “Please, no.” She saw Andrew too; she couldn’t not see him.
“He loves it.” Beth said. “Look at him. Watching me milk you, you pathetic little girl.”
Her fingers kneaded Gina’s breasts, deep, painful digs. Gina jerked at starbursts of pain bloomed as milk ducts burst. Beth squeezed harder, roots to tip. Gina screamed at the knot of agony growing, moving, from the center of her breasts to her nipples.
Andrew grunted, bent forward. The first rope of his cum landed on the glass just in front of Gina’s contorted face.
Beth ground her clit against Gina’s back, and rode the spasm of her own orgasm with a fierce moan. Her hands brutally milked Gina.
“Ohh god No,” Gina sobbed, and then she screamed. Twin streams of thin, oily fluid, tinged pink with blood, burst from her nipples and spattered on the glass as the second wave of Andrew’s cum simultaneously hit the other side. Gina fainted as Beth worked her, squirting pulse after pulse from her ruined tits. The last thing she felt was the blonde’s juices running down her spine and over her ass.
Gina came to a few minutes later, to burning agony in her chest. She was draped over the balcony railing again, facing out, her arms over it. Her wrists were tied, with her own bra, to a lower rail. Her nipples jutted out below the top rail. Like Beth’s earring, each drop that oozed and fell from her leaking breasts took a little more than three second to splash on the sidewalk below.
“Since you love this balcony so much,” Beth said, “I will leave you with it. Thanks for the hotel room, wifey.” She crushed Gina’s breasts a final time, driving a weak stream from them, and let them drip.
Down. Across the street. Up. The businessman in the room across the hall was awakened again by the door slamming.
On the balcony, Gina saw the lights come on in the hotel room. Deliberately turned in profile, Beth crouched deep before him, her knees wide, her head bobbing as she sucked his cock until it was hard again. She stood and turned to the window, pressing her flawless breasts against it. She smiled across at Gina until Andrew’s thrusts closed her eyes.
Gina closed her eyes too. Tears joined the burning drops from her nipples in a race from the balcony to the ground.
