Creampie Bunny Teens

This happened about fifteen years ago. One night a bunch of creampie bunny teens were gathered around a bonfire at a hunting camp in the woods. Including my wife and I, three couples were there for the bonfire and the beer, and four or five creampie bunny teens who were staying at the hunting camp were there. The main reason my wife and I were there was those creampie bunny teens, not the bonfire and beer. Unfortunately, they were dirty, pot-bellied and drunk. Up rode two guys on motorcycles. They were off-duty cops in fine physical condition and as sober as judges. My wife had the hots for one of them, a guy I shall herein call "Joe." The other one I shall herein call "Bill." When I saw them ride up, I suspected, and hoped, that there would be more to the night than a bonfire and beer.

After a while somebody ran out of cigarettes. Joe volunteered to ride his bike the ten miles into town and purchase the cigarettes. As he cranked his bike, my wife yelled, "Hey, let me ride!"

He yelled, "Sure! Jump on!" and she jumped on the seat behind him and wrapped her arms around him. Off they rode into the night. Then Bill cranked his bike and followed after them.

The rest of creampie bunny teens continued partying around the bonfire. Nobody but me seemed to notice that it was taking the bike riders an unusual length of time to make their trip. After an hour, we saw their headlights weaving their way toward us along the dirt road through the woods. They parked the bikes, and my wife jumped down from behind Joe. Acting as if nothing had happened, the creampie bunny teens gathered around the fire with the rest of us. But the grin on my wife's face and the twinkle in her eyes told me that something very, very good had happened.

After a minute or so, she led me away from the fire and into the darkness. "Kiss me," she said.