The bright glare of light from the sun's open hearth touched the eye of the black Angus bull. The thought process of John Killingsworth began again in his now bovine brain. The panic wish of the night when he was almost seen by his foreman in the pasture, came to mind.
Looking down he saw his now well developed sexual bull cock deep in the confines of his last conquest. As the yellow light of the morning sun flowed across his bull body the change began.
John saw fingers bloom from his black cloven hooves. Forelegs became arms again, his bulging bovine ribs shrank and black hair fell off on the ground.
Still helplessly held by the cow's tight grip on his bull cock he stood behind is prey. Toes came back and he felt the cold dew on his feet. Bending his knees felt good as he now had to stretch since the cow held his attention so well.
The sun's warmth felt good on his naked human body. Finally he felt as human as the day before. Held suspended by his penis burried in the cow's cunt he wiggled till at last he fell free.
"I thought she's never let go, John thought!"
Naked he walked toward the roadside fenceline a few hundred yards from where he changed back. Picking up his clothes he sat getting dressed. "OH GOD NO, he cried!" As he buttoned his shirt the sight of his bullish sheath was still attached to his belly. Nolonger furry and black but now looking as if he were born with it.
Shoes on he stood up and looked around. As he began to walk across the field the cows which had so enjoyed his touch during the night followed close behind.
Suddenly he noticed his followers and turned to shue them away. Walking between then he waved his hads around as if to make them run. As he turned a dry cow pie tripped him and his face pushed into one nice cow's wet cunt. The smell stirred his memory of sweet delights as he sniffed and licked the sexual juices of the cows.
A moment of remembered passion and his human tongue slipped out of his mouth for a taste. John's hands were on her buttocks as he tried to push his face out of her bathing juices. Eyes blinkled as he tried to clear the wet juices from his sight. Suddenly he felt her touch his penis.
As he peered in blurry sight it was his bull cock that rouse out of his sheath and was pushing into the cow's perky cunt. The cow's cunt lips moved trying to capture the sexual member at the door to her passion.
John yelled as he tried to deny the lust he felt. Yet his passionate night as a bull gave lessoned once learned and he pushed the member into the cow's cunt. A minute and not more he felt his balls unload a sizeable amount of semen into the happy cow.
As she stepped away his cock pulled free and hung out like a long fishing pole. Wet and dripping of cow's juice and his semen he enjoyed the fresh morning breeze his cock dried.
John tried to push the aching member back in his shirt but it was still to hard. "How can I go home with this thing hanging out of my clothes, John muttered."
Wiping his face almost dry with his hankerchef, he walked on to the house. As he got close the bull cock shrank and settled in it's pouch for a rest. "HEY JOHN, called a ranch hand!" As they walked close together the mane spoke. "You best get up to the house, I hear the buyer's are coming today and not tomorrow as first thought. Your Dad and the Foreman were looking for your hide!"
John knew this could be trouble and he needed an excuse for being out all night. As he ran the silver buckle giggled in his pants pocket. "Boy Dad's gona be mad I wish there was a good explanation that he would really believe."
"John where have you been all night I was worried sick, said mister Killingsworth?"
"OH I was out looking for Jarred, he disappesared you know and I had some private places we go. So I went to check them out, I'm sorry for not telling you but...."
"That's my boy always thinking of the best for others, you make me proud son! Best get some breakfast and help the round up the buyer's will be at 3 p.m."
John ran in the house washed his face and hands sat down for a quick meal and headed for the stable. Mounting his favorite gelding he headed for the East range waterhole and Jarred.