John knew he was hundred's of miles from his home. Now the buckle's power had worn off, this was good! Yet he now sported a Angus bulls teaticles, sheath and cock. A naked man or part man locked in the trailer with thirty black horny cows was rather embarrasing.
If he could get out who would he get past people as part bull and part human buck naked? John thought of an escape hatch in the far front roof of the trailer. Slowly he moved toward the front of the fourty foot long trailer. Cows pressed against him, their furry bodies made him think of his sensual past day as a bull.
Most of the cows were two years old, but three were very large and six to seven years old. Those were true cows that had dropped many a calf. Mature as they were their sex drives were cued for the loving scent of a bull.
John was close to the ladder and finally stepped a bare foot on the first rung. Climbing up he got to the fifth step as the truck rounded a corner. John's foot was wet with fresh cow manure which was everywhere. His foot slipped and the cold ladder was also wet with dew. Feeling as he was falling he tried to land on a big cow's back.
Fate is sometimes strange and the corner must have been very tight because Lucy the largest cow lost her footing and fell forward onto her forelegs just as John fell too. Lucy's large flat butt pointed up into the breeze as John closed his eyes and fell.
A bellowing MOOOOO came from the trailer as Lucy's wide cunt caught John in his fall. Her pussy was big enough to drop a large calf it was at a perfect angle to capture a thin human. John eyes closed heard and then felt a sluuurping sound as he entered and sank away into Lucy's bovine pussy.
John opened his eyes in a sea of brown juices. He was crouched down and slowly moved to where he could reach his hand up Lucy's birth canal and out into the air. Lucy feeling the strange going on swished her tail over John's outsticking hand. MOOOOOOing she bellowed as she was suddenly with child, sorta!
John could just breath and stayed quiet as he thought of how to be reborn to the world thru a cows cunt. John tired to stand a push his way out but to no avail. Soon the sounds of men talking John could hear thru Lucy's flanks.
Much poking at Lucy John felt a stick poke him in the ribs. Listening very close he heard the packing company manager say he was rejecting Lucy and send her back.
John felt some what releived that he and the cow Lucy would not be butchered together. The truck left the packers and started the two day trip home. John giggled around as he was bathed in Lucy's juices.
The day was hot and Lucy roamed the long trailer by her lonesome self. John bounced around still captive of Lucy's tightly gripped birth canal. John would stick his hand out long enough to get some new air in and enjoy fresh air.
Day became night as the angry driver drove to the Killingsworth farm to deliver the sickly cow.
Voices, friendly voices, John was home but still unable to get out of Lucy. The big cow was unloaded and put in a pen with others. John squirmed up the canal as best he could in hope of possibly pulling himself out with out hands.
THUD, scratching noises, John thought what next. Unable to see in the blackness where he was, John could only feel his way around. Suddenly he was poked in his left face by something. Reaching a hand to touch his face he felt the flared tip of a bull's cock.
Whoosh, in spewed the gusher of all times as bull semen streamed into Lucy and covered John's most naked body. The semen went everywhere and into John's air gulping mouth as well. Just the a wild beastly thought.
John grabbed the bull's massive shaft and held tight. The bull not feeling an enjoyable delight pulled himself back and as he dropped off the cow John flew out.
Laying in the dust of the corral John slowly got his senses back in order. Lucy feeling as if she had just dropped a calf instinctively bagan to lick John clean. John felt this and quickly got to his feet.
Running across the open feed lot he climbed thru the iron posted fence and headed toward one of the ranchhand dorms. Sneeking close he looked for any movement, seeing none he opened the door and went inside. Looking about he picked up a shirt and jeans of Ben Johnson a young man such as himself. Barefooted he searched the cowboy boots for a pair that fit and ran out to find a water trough for a good bath.