An ache in your big balls tells you the first load is passed and the cow under you is feeling the heat of that momentary thrill. Reality reminds you of all those interested enough to come and stand by the pasture fence to watch and urge you to be what you became.
Baffled thoughts prevail, you let go of the cow with your fore legs, she walking out from under you as this new you slips out of her vagina, the still stiff rod sticks then down and into the ground; kinking it, it hurts, and the pain helps your sheath to swallow the filthy thing up into its infectious home.
"Mooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" you bellow your dismay at feeling what a bull does as it mates.
Laughter and rude remarks are the only applause you receive for a job done and your maleness made sticky. Rude people make for angry bulls, and right then you would gore one of those jerks to death if they dared leap the fence and walk anywhere near to your hallowed ground.
One cow seems to talk to the others and your kindly manner in mating becomes a pride of the entire herd. Surpirsed are you when later in the afternoon other cows come close, presenting their seeping vagina before your enlarged nostrils.
Rising to this occasion you forget you taught human manners and using only inset bovine instinct your first thought is to sniff each cow rump before giving the favored cow a lick with that big tongue there in that big mouth.
"Slurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp!"
Your tongue goes running from below the cow vagina to over her seeping lips coated in salty juices, you shudder in tasting her, and want to close your eyes with embarrassment for what you know is a very bestial; sorry to admit it but you are reminded again of being a beast!