Chapter 8
Thad sipped the cool, salty-sweet margarita on the balcony of the luxurious hotel room overlooking Puerto Vallarta, savoring the sight of the sparkling blue Pacific Ocean that stretched out in front of him for thousands of miles. A cool breeze blew in off the ocean, making the heat more bearable.
A stack of American newspapers lay on the table in front of him, and Thad smiled as he looked at them. He wished Chris and Sherry would return from their shopping spree so that he could share the news about Chico and Joe with them.
He finished his margarita and poured another from the frost-rimmed silver pitcher, feeling a pleasant buzz from the strong tequilla and triple sec. Jesus, he thought to himself smugly, this is the fucking life! He knew he could pick up the telephone in the hotel room and order anything in the world he wanted-nubile young girls, clothes, cars-anything. The stack of hundred dollar bills and travelers checks in his wallet assured him of whatever he wanted. And when that was gone there was the safety deposit box at the local bank stuffed with thousands of dollars from the holdup. Yes, it was a good life alright!
He started as he heard the door open behind him. Sherry was chatting gaily as she followed Chris into the room, stripping off her halter immediately and throwing it on the floor. Her perspiration covered breasts shone in the dim light of the room, her tiny dark nipples luscious and inviting.
"Where are you, baby?" Chris called out. Her lovely eyes darted around the room and then out onto the balcony. She ran out to join Thad, tossing the armful of expensively wrapped packages she carried onto the bed.
"Hi, honey," she said happily, brushing her warm lips against Thad's cheeks before sitting down and pouring a drink herself from the silver pitcher. "Wow, I couldn't get Sherry out of those shops. I'll bet she spent a thousand dollars on clothes and jewelry!"
"So what," Thad replied, patting her thigh, "we've got plenty. Might as well enjoy it while we can." He paused and smiled slyly. "As a matter-of-fact, I've been thinking that maybe we ought to jump over to the South of France for a month or so and try our luck at the casinos. How does that sound to you?"
"Wow! Just say the word, lover," Chris beamed. "Sherry, come and hear the news. We may be going to France!"
The lovely young girl came out onto the balcony dressed only in a wispy pair of thin nylon panties. Her dark pubic triangle was clearly visible, as were her plump little pussy lips. She held a bunch of grapes in her hand, dropping them one by one into her scarlet-rimmed mouth.
In the four months since they had come to Mexico, Sherry had blossomed into a beautiful woman. Her smooth shoulders and melon-sized breasts jutted out proudly, and Thad had to resist the temptation to reach out and grab the luscious flesh with his hands. Her legs were long and slender, tapering down from her ripely flaring hips.
"I wonder if it's true what they say about Frenchmen?" she asked with a giggle. "Or is it the Greeks that like the ass-fucking?"
"Don't I give you enough of that?" Thad complained with a mock pout. "You weren't complaining this morning when you woke me up at least."
Sherry suddenly turned around and wriggled her inviting little buttocks at him. "Then how come you couldn't get if off more than once?" she giggled. "You don't call that really taking care of a girl's needs?"
"Hey, you two," Chris interrupted, "quit the fighting. All of us get more screwing than is good for us. Besides, Sherry, if you want some strange cock for the insatiable little asshole of yours all you have to do is to go down into the plaza and wiggle your ass like that. You'd have a riot in one minute flat!"
"Aren't you girls going to ask me about the news?" Thad teased, putting his arm around Sherry's slim waist and drawing her close to him.
"What news?" the two girls chorused eagerly.
"It was in the papers that just came in on today's flight from Los Angeles," Thad said, pointing to the stack of newspapers on the table. Chico and Joe were just sentenced to life for the robbery and killing Wally! The jury didn't believe their story about Chris and I being involved. And they think that those two creeps killed you. Sherry. How does it feel to be a corpse?
"I'm a pretty sexy corpse if you ask me," the lovely girl laughed, pressing her almost naked body against Thad's. "But who did the police and jury think tied them up and called the fuzz on them?"
"Apparently the cops think they had a partner who knocked them on the head and split with the money," Thad answered smugly. "What it means, girls, is that Chris and I are in the clear. No one knows who we are and so they can't be looking for ii si"
"Uuummmm," Sherry crooned, running her hands down into Thad's lap and feeling the hardness of his rapidly swelling penis as it came to life, "I suppose I should write my parents a letter and tell them that I'm not really dead."
"You could mail it from Paris or Nice," Chris said, her own excitement mounting as Thad and Sherry continued to caress one another. She knew that it would be only a few moments before they were in the bedroom, Sherry's body kneeling on the floor while Thad's massive cock plowed into her puckered little asshole. Jesus, she thought to herself erotically, the girl just can't get enough prick in her behind!
Sherry's agile little hands were already unzipping Thad's fly and pulling at the straining penis as he sttod up and winked at Chris.
"Care to join us for a threesome, honey?" he asked lewdly. "Maybe you'd like that sweet little pussy of yours serviced by our resident nymphomaniac here?"
Chris' cunt was burning with desire as she got up from the table, gulped down her margarita, and followed the excited couple into the hotel room.
As she stripped her blouse off her magnificent breasts she could hear Sherry already moaning with lust and begging Thad to hurry.
"Maybe we should try Greece," she said half-aloud as a shrill shriek of delight echoed around the room. She hoped that Thad would have enought juice left for her hairless little asshole when he finished with Sherry.
And he did.