Pound against the railing

The railing was a bit too high for her to bend over it with her feet on the ground, so I used both hands to lift her pelvis slightly until she could do so. Her feet were now several inches off the ground, so I pushed her feet through the railings, using her ankles to hook her body tightly into the railing and to hold her steady. With her arms free from the duty of holding her taut, I pulled them around, gripped her forearms, and pulled them back behind her. She looked now like the maidenhead on the bow of a ship; her legs, straight and spread and hooked into the railing, her body bent forward at the hip leaving an upturned ass, but her back stiffly arched, so that her head was upright, and her tits were on full, jutting display. I had not shoved my cock up and into this fine spectacle more than five times before her still quivering cunt had elicited a rumbling orgasm to rise through me. It was all I could do not to shout out loud and to pull her arms out of their sockets as I bucked into her, my body vainly attempting to sow my seed as deeply as possible.

By the time my own quaking had subsided, her body was already still, and I released her arms, letting her flop forward, but still keeping my cock embedded in her. She was panting, hard, and I noticed that I was, too, my body covered in sweat. I looked around at the moonlit sky, and was dimly aware of the beauty of it all. My reverie was interrupted by the faint sounds of cheers and catcalls. I looked down and could see, far below, a group of people waving and shouting. I couldn't see their faces, and guessed that they couldn't see mine either, but I knew they would be coming upstairs before long to see who the naughty couple was.

I pulled my dick out from the slight suction of her pussy, straightened her up, and helped down off the side of the railing. I grabbed all of our clothes off the balcony deck, cracked open the balcony door, and peeked through a small gap in the curtains. No one was in the lounge. Pulling Carrie behind me, I quietly but quickly crossed the lounge, and peering down the hall to see it, too, was currently, empty, I broke into a run, Carrie's arm gripped in one hand, our bundle of clothes in the other. I knew there would still be drunks in my room, so I ran to hers, and, thankfully, the door was unlocked. I could hear the overly loud conversation of the **** echoing up the stairwell as we slipped into her room, and I locked the door behind us.