Cow Appreciation 10

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#15 of Random Stories

Bob continues his story, and the cows come to an understanding

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Bob drops his trousers right there on Cody's patio, and his cock flops out from its hiding place, exposed to the warm summer night.

Cody falls immediately to his knees, the coyote caressing the bull by the balls, running a finger down the shaft's underside. "Well, well, look at this man," he growls. "He looks happy to see me, don't you think?"

"Just so you know," Bob says, grunting, "I'm the man around here."

"Oh, but of course you are," Cody says, rolling fingers over his balls, playing with them as his fingers play at the head. "You're a big strong man who could probably bend me over and fuck my tight little bi-ass whenever he wanted."

"Let's not go that far."

"Farther than me worshiping your cock?" The coyote says, nuzzling against the thing, rubbing his snout along the length, taking in a whiff.

"Dude, that's...."

"What? Weird? And when Bertha does it?"

"She, uh, isn't too much into oral."

"Shame," Cody says, sticking out his tongue. Quickly, he flicks at the tip, swirls, and pulls his tongue back in, "Because I'm totally down." His voice comes up like a husky growl, his eyes fluttering. His hand strokes up and down that shaft.

"D... damn it!" Bob grunts, placing a hand on Cody's head. "If you're gonna suck my cock, why don't you do it already?"

"Waiting on my big dad bod buddy to take the lea-aggh!"

Bob pushes Cody forward, pressing his mouth to the shaft, sinking deep into that maw. Cody's eyes roll back, and his tongue lashes up and down that thick, girthy member. Soon, he's grabbing Bob by the ass, bobbing along the shaft, twisting his head left and right, licking and lapping over that beefy meat, leaving no part of his musky mast unlathered in saliva.

But all things must end, and Cody pulls his mouth free, a trail of fluid stringing between the tip of Bob's pecker and the coyote's mouth. He licks up the strand, sucking what he can back into his mouth and gulping, stroking his hands over his chest. "Simply wonderful."

"You're a real slut," Bob grunts.

"Why, thank you," Cody says, standing up. He tosses off his shirt swiftly and steps out of his pants in another. He has nothing on underneath, and his erect canine dick stands tall and red before the bull. He spins around, bending down, hands upon his cheeks and spreading. "Want to see a magic trick, Mister Kine?"

Bob grips the arms of his chair, his eyes unable to take away from the bottom energy displayed by the coyote. It's almost hard to believe that the two of them were sharing beers one minute, and the next, he's got the mentality of a college co-ed."

But before Bob can even make sense of his situation, Cody lowers himself down, letting his cheeks rub up against that slickened shaft.

Bob snaps back to it, reaching up and holding onto the coyote's shoulder.

"Help me guide it in," Cody says, "It'll be safer for both of us that way."

"Why don't you, nff, face me?"

"I don't want to make a mess on ya before you go home."

With that, Cody lowers down, and Bob grabs his shaft, keeping it steady as the coyote lowers himself onto it. The head presses against the hole hidden between his cheeks, and the coyote huffs, nodding. "Just thrust a little... get it in there, and aaah!"

Bob pushes forward, his head popping into that hole, and a gasp rises from the bull. "I... I ain't felt nothin' t-this tight."

"Oh, Bob," Cody says, looking over his shoulder, fluttering his eyes. "You'll feel so much more when we're done with each other.

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"I hadn't come so hard in a long, long time," Bob says, trembling.

"Oh, it ain't about the cumming," says Cody, handing Bob and Bertha some tea. "It's about the experience in its totality. But I'm sure the two of you are quite mad at me for almost ruining your marriage. Goodness knows you probably want to get revenge against me." He licks his lips. "Maybe you'll find a way to treat me like the bad boy that I am."

Bob is the first to speak up. "We want you to help us."

"Oh?"

Bertha places a hand on Bob's shoulder. I think that's only fair."

"Oh, of course," Cody says, sipping his tea. "Seems more than fair to me.

"So, when are we gonna do this?" Bob asks.

"Not today. I have plans. You sprung this on me so suddenly, but I'm sure the two of you can handle things with each other quite nicely."

The couple opens their mouth to say something, but the dulcet jazz saxophone tones rise from Cody's pocket. "Ah, and speaking of which, I must bid you adieu!"

With a suave motion, he steps out of the room, leaving the two cows to see themselves out of the room. They don't see the grin spreading across Cody's face. "So, you're in the store right now?"

The response is a picture showing a timid but smiling college-aged bull standing in front of a dressing room mirror, dressed in long socks and a skirt with a tanktop.

"How do I look?" Asks Billy.

"Now, that's a cowboy I can appreciate," Cody says, swiping to his stream app, where his new favorite Vtuber is about to start a game. "Three down, one to go."