Chapter 9
After using grease remover and a quick shower in a tiny shower stall, the three of them rejoined the rest of the gang at the top of the hill and watched Turk come in second place in his next heat.
Two hours later they watched Turk take an overall second and they were on the bikes and pulling out of the enclosure and onto the highway.
Kristen was naturally riding in front of Sam as he availed himself to her wind caressed tits when he could take his hand off of the handlebars.
An hour after that they were entering a small cafe on the outskirts of a town.
Kristen noted that the cafe couldn't hold a candle to the Hideaway, but the smells coming from the kitchen were more than inviting as she took a seat between Sam and Russ as two others pushed tables together so they could all be together.
"You got any money," Sam asked her as he draped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him.
"Yea. Why?"
"Because you're paying. Got enough?"
Kristen had purposely taken a thousand dollars with her when she came but she didn't know if she should tell him or not. So she asked, "How much is enough?"
"I don't know, typically it runs about seventy or so. We like to eat well. Got that much?"
"Yea."
"Good. Let me have it."
Kristen was still leery of giving him her money, but when she turned her head to look at him she knew that one way or another Sam would get all she had anyway. So she dug into her jeans and pulled out her money and placed it in his hand.
Sam raised his eyebrows when she placed the wad of bills in his hand and when he thumbed through it for a quick tally, he said, "Come prepared, don't you? I'll just keep it safe for you. Any objections?"
Knowing it was totally foolish to voice any, Kristen just shook her head.
"Smart girl. Check out the menu and order what you want. Here comes the waitress."
Doing some quick rounding off in her head as everyone ordered, Kristen knew that the bill would come to closer to a hundred, but then deciding that the loss of her money was only part of her adventure, she said 'what the hell' and ordered a good steak, baked potatoes, veggie, roll and her favorite blueberry pie.
With her order placed she headed for the bathroom to take care of more personal matters.
When she returned to the tables she noticed that Sam, Russ and Dave were gone. Assuming that they were making similar visits she sipped her coffee as they waited for the food to arrive. But when the three guys returned Kristen noticed that they hadn't come from the direction of the bathrooms.
"Where you been," she asked Sam as he sat down beside her.
"Arranging payment."
"Huh?"
"I said, I was arranging payment. Ah, here's the food."
Assuming the subject was closed Kristen turned her attention to her meal. Her first bit of each proved that even if the place wasn't in the best of taste, they did know how to prepare food. It was very good, especially to her empty stomach.
Finishing the last bite of her pie two guys approached their tables and Kristen got her first glimmer of understanding about Sam's comment about arranging the payment.
Noticing the two average looking guys approach, with their eyes glued to her almost exposed tits, Kristen flicked her eyes to their crotches.
Both had massive hardons pressing against the zippers of their pants.
"Time to collect," came from the brown haired one as he placed his hand on Kristen's shoulder and slid it down to grab her left tit. "Follow us and we'll take care of it now."
Switching her eyes to Sam, Kristen saw the answer to her unspoken question. She was to be the payment.
Sam eased his hand from her shoulder, grabbed the back of her chair and started to pull it away from the table, then he too started to rise. That fact brought Kristen to her feet.
The four of them weaved their way between tables and chairs and into a small storage room with an overhead hanging light for illumination.
"Jeans down and elbows on the table," came from the black headed guy as he closed the door behind them.
'Sure are sparse on words' Kristen thought as she did as ordered. A moment later her jeans were lying at her ankles, her elbows were pressed into the top of the scared table and the black haired guy was unzipping his pants and walking toward her.
His cock leading the way.
"Shit!" came from the other guy when her strapped ass came into view.
Kristen spread her legs and felt the guy's cock wedge its way down her ass crack and begin to press into her recently whipped and fucked ass. And as soon as he had it aligned, he slammed it all the way up her back track.
Firmly wedged in her, he reached around her back and clamped his hands on her hanging tits. "What the ... " he said and a moment later he had her blouse unbuttoned and was pulling her right tit out to the side. "Fucking rings!" was his only comment as his fingers dug into her tits as his cock pumped in and out of her ass.
With a cock driving away in her ass and hands working away at her attention craving tits, Kristen was quickly warming up. But as the guy fucking her picked up speed she knew she wasn't as hot as he was. A moment later she felt his sperm fill her and knew that she would have to wait until the other guy had his turn for her to come.
Kristen didn't have a long wait as the first guy had no more than stepped away and the next one was on her. But he wanted things differently.
Not bothering to voice his choice, he flipped her over, pressing her back into the table top and sank his cock up her eager cunt as his hands clamped onto her tits. Firmly and fully in her, he bent and plastered his mouth to her right tit as his hands paid homage to her left one.
Eager for her own release, Kristen wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him to her as her hands ran riot in his hair, holding him firmly to her tits as her temperature rose quickly as he applied teeth to her nipple.
"Yeeeaaaaaaa aaaaaahhhhh fuccccckkk meeee."
That is precisely what the guy had in mind as his hips became a blur. Kristen was in total agreement with each and every thrust as her pussy began to quiver and pull him deeper and deeper. And just as she reached her peak his jism gave her tunnel its kiss and she climbed a notch higher as he fell forward onto her as he tried to regain his breath.
Twenty minutes after her last bite of pie they were pulling away from the cafe and speeding down the highway toward the Pennsylvania state line.
That evening was like a re-enactment for Kristen as they headed their bikes through wooded trails in the Connecticut hills, built a fire and Kristen's body received deposits from all the members of the gang, several of them coming twice. She swallowed three, took seven up her ass and five cocks found a warm haven up her pulsating pussy before they all rolled themselves in sleeping bags and called it a night.
With only her face, hands and the lower parts of her legs unmarked, Kristen slept soundly curled up beside Sam as his hand traversed her aching flesh.
The following morning Kristen's body again paid for their meals. And after just crossing the Pennsylvania border her body filled their gas tanks as two greasy hunks reamed her ass in payment.
And as time passed Kristen learned to make herself available whenever they stopped, be it for food or gas, she was the common currency. But Kristen had no complaints. What with ten guys to plow her openings, three meals a day and gas to pay for, she was utterly content. And if it could be arranged, she also paid for the night's lodging as well.
During the first two weeks of her stay with the gang Kristen thought that she just might die of exhaustion. But she knew if she did, she would die with a smile on her face.