You didn't make it off in time and are right next to the self-serving bull. Your own cock was inches away from his giant arm, and Johnny's was rubbing against your womb. You stayed silent in fear of not saying anything coherent, so Johnny went ahead and clears his throat. The bull stops blowing himself and looks at the two of you. Since it'd be worse if you stayed quiet now, you try your best to speak
"H-Hey, um... Ca-an I sit with you?"
It must have been easy to tell how nervous you were, since not only did he give you a warm, gentle smile, he also gave you a pet on the head with his big hand. The entirety of your head was covered with his palm and digits; it was a dream come true. While I was subdued by his comforting charm, he pulled me off of Johnny and placed me between himself and his massive member.
"His name is Henry, and I'm John, but it'd be sweet if you called me Johnny~. So, what brings such a handsome bull around these parts~?"
Johnny was always great with flirting. Every guy would be easily smitten and drop to his every word because of his perfectly timed sultriness. The bull blushed and scooted to his right for him. He jumped on and started rubbing his left pec with his cute paws, groping him by the nipple.
The Bull's hard 20-incher that he sucked off grew even bigger to an entire 2 feet. It was so wide, that a person across from The Bull wouldn't be able to tell you were there. Not wanting to just sit around, you started kissing the shaft and heading up until you reach the top. What began as a kiss turned into a sucking, and The Bull gently pushing your non-phallic head further down his phallic one. You look over to Johnny and see that he's sucking on one nipple, squeezing the other, and being felt up by The Bull. Soon, he makes us both stop and takes a breather.
"I'm... I'm on the edge. I know I can cum all over the table, but I just really don't wanna make a mess... How about this: I'll take it, and you two cuties can play with my balls and base. If you want, you can clean the leftovers off."
Johnny was probably disappointed, but I couldn't stop thinking about how I'll be making someone other than me or him cum! Especially a gentle giant like this animal.
Johnny was fine with taking his punching bags, as long as we leave some "salty sweets" for him. Once he went under the table and The Bull got to deepthroating himself, I started to work on the shaft. The ring around his meat stick reminded me of how sensitive cows were suppose to be there, so I licked and rubbed that area around the most. The moans we heard when we were sitting at our table were much louder and hornier. I wrapped myself around the steaming cylinder and humped it like a mindless beast. My 10 inches grew harder than it ever did before as I frotted our now 1:2 ratio.
That's when I felt it come up. The movement from prostate to slit was fast and sloshy. The semen shot up like a bullet and almost shot down out of his mouth. Luckily, The Bull kept himself steady and no cum spilled out of his mouth. After a minute, he let go of his cocktail and had to breath for a minute. I went up to him and saw that the inside of his mouth was caked in white salty sperm. I couldn't resist, I french-tongued him and tasted all of that delicious cum in his mouth.
As we made out, Johnny got out from under the table and looked at us. He rolled his eyes and began working on the dripping bull cock in front of him.