Calling for help from his biker buddies

A hand reaches in front of you. You can't help but notice with alarm that it's not the hand treating your breasts like they're putty. A moment later the speeding bike, shrieking almost as much as you are, is left unsteered by human hands as the biker starts yelling into a CB.

"Big Boar to Red Rover. Big Boar to Red Rover, I've got a situation. Over."

"Steer, damn you! Steer!" you yell, but he just chuckles, and uses your tit to try pull you up higher.

"Bounce up and down," he says, and to your horror starts to nibble your ear.

"Big Boar, this is Red Rover, what's you sitch? Over" a voice drawls, sounding like the most laid-back man on the planet.

Probably just got laid, you think, lifting yourself with such strain it feel like you're trying to lift the entire bike.

"Red Rover I've got a bit of a situation with the cops and I need some cover. Over"

"What kind of cover, Big Boar? Over"

"About twenty other guys on their hogs out to do it."

"Roger, Big Boar. Over," Red Rover acknowledged, though you could swear he was sighing.

At last you're up as high as you can go, though you'd go higher to get off Big Boar if you werent' so certain the wind would sweep you off the bike. Grimacing you start down again, certain that one or both of your holes will crack open.

"Red Rover, I've got another request to make the cover better. Over," Big Boar says over the walkie.

"Roger, Big Boar. What do we need to do? Over?" the voice replies, definitely sounding resigned.

"I've got a naked girl on the bike with me, Red Rover. Cute blonde with big tits and the tightest asshole you can imagine. I got her sitting on the swirly, too, can you imagine?" he tell the mike, sounding like a little kid at Christmas. "I need the guys to come out with their girls on front."

"Uh... Roger," Red Rover manages to say, though his voice sounds incredibly strangled.