Funny Farm
It was August 2005, a damn 5 a.m., and I was sitting on the porch drinking tea without sugar, hopelessly trying to perk myself up. Why without sugar? — because nobody gave a damn about my sugar, just like about all the hassle I had ahead of me today. But despite the mountain of work, I still planned to have some fun, or more precisely, I planned to "handle" one of the cows I had my eye on since a year ago when I visited. However, there were more important matters now, so the cow was temporarily postponed.
Around one in the afternoon, when the sun started beating down quite strongly, I set aside work and finally decided to do what I had been planning all this time. I didn't have a specific plan, so I decided to think through my actions on the spot. In the barn where the cows stood, it was a bit cooler than outside, but still rather hot, plus it smelled of musty hay. That smell dampened the desire a little, but I hadn't planned any other activities in such heat, so I approached one of the cows to better assess the dimensions. Of course, a cow is a large animal with a big mouth, into which you could, if desired, fit your whole hand, but how to fit another part of the body, which is located much lower and isn't as large in scale, that was perhaps a problem. I thought about the bench standing against the wall, but set the idea aside for now. I needed to see if she would even take it, or maybe it wouldn't work out. I placed my hand near her nose, which felt quite moist to the touch; the cow opened her mouth and stretched her tongue toward my hand, apparently she had a reflex to grab everything near her muzzle with her tongue. The cow's tongue seemed very soft to me, but its rough surface was repulsive, I don't even know why.
After licking my hand, the cow hid her tongue back in her mouth, and then, slightly opening it, tried to bite my fingers. In theory, I should have jerked my hand away, but I didn't, I wanted to test the bite strength. Of course, if I didn't know that a cow can't bite like, say, a horse, at least due to the absence of front teeth on the upper jaw, I wouldn't have even thought to check, but I know some features of a cow's oral cavity, so I decided to see in practice. The only thing the cow could do was either leave a bruise on my fingers or cut them with her lower teeth, which she uses to crop grass. The cow started pressing with her jaws and at the same time pushed her tongue against my fingers, which were dangling freely in her mouth. I started moving my fingers over her rough tongue, which gave pleasantly under the pressure, but after a couple of seconds I still had to pull my hand out because the incisors started painfully digging into the skin. Well, in principle, it should work out, but just not now, otherwise the desire is completely gone.
Closer to 5 o'clock, when it wasn't so hot anymore, I decided to take the cows to the lake, so to speak, for a couple of hours' walk. The lake was close, just a kilometer on foot, so an hour later, I was already dozing under the bushes, and the cows were wandering near the shore. I couldn't really fall asleep now because I had to watch the cows, or else who knows, they might run off and then you wouldn't find them. So I just lay there and watched them eat grass. One of the cows I had approached earlier that day started nibbling grass not far from me, making smacking sounds and drooling.
At first, I found it disgusting, but then it started to arouse me little by little. After a while, I had a decent erection, apparently my imagination stimulated such an effect. I looked around; there were no people and none seemed to be coming. Of course, people can always appear at the wrong moment, but I really wanted to satisfy my desires. Only, how to put it in her mouth, since her head is above my dignity, which is quite inconvenient. So I did the following thing — taking off my pants and digging out the electrical tape I had stashed in my bag earlier in the day, I wrapped half of my penis, the part closer to the stomach, with it, wrapping it in several layers so as not to injure the skin on the cow's teeth, and placing some grass on top, I stood close to a tree trunk so the cow wouldn't accidentally push me back. It took a while to get the cow's attention, but I managed. Approaching with a sluggish look and exhaling onto my stomach, the cow lowered her head and gaped her mouth.
At that moment, everything in my perineum reflexively retracted, at least that's how it seemed to me. Because watching a healthy animal weighing 400kg swallow your genitals is quite scary. Instead of biting my penis, the cow started using her lips to pull the grass off it, and despite the fact that I did end up in her mouth, apart from slobbery lips and hot breath, I didn't feel anything else. (Porn stories for everyone) Having gathered the grass, the cow turned away and started chewing it, after which she opened her mouth again and reached for my penis. After a few seconds, I felt my penis enter some soft flesh, after which the cow closed her jaws, squeezing my entire package. It probably wasn't so much painful as unpleasant, but still I tried to ignore that feeling and focus on the sensations deep in the mouth.
As I understood, all my goods ended up under the cow's tongue, where it was very soft and quite hot. And while the cow breathed onto my stomach, making small chewing movements, I enjoyed how the hot two-kilogram tongue moved on my penis, sometimes tensing, turning into a sausage, then relaxing again, spreading over the lower jaw. I could clearly feel the muscles inside the tongue twitching when the cow made any movements with it, and at that moment I completely stopped caring about the surroundings; it was such a thrill that even if people had suddenly appeared here, it wouldn't have stopped me. Now I just wanted to close my eyes and enjoy how the cow was chewing my genitals.
A long time ago, I had watched a cow chewing grass and it captivated me. I later often imagined that on a slobbery cow's tongue there might not be grass, but my penis, which she would gently suck on. Although I understood that these were all fantasies and that a cow's tongue is quite hard and rough, I still fulfilled my dream, and it turned out even better than I expected.
At some point, due to all these sensations of the cow's tongue and the muscles twitching within it, I finally came, and the orgasm came quite sharply, I didn't even expect it. I don't know how much I poured into her mouth, but in any case, it all mixed with saliva and the cow swallowed it. Now I felt much better, and the cow genuinely didn't care; she didn't even notice that someone had poured something into her mouth. Pulling my penis out of her mouth, I took off the remaining clothes and quickly dipped into the lake, after which it was much easier to remove the electrical tape that had stuck to my skin. By the way, fiddling with the electrical tape took much longer than copulating with the cow, but it was worth it.
I didn't plan any more entertainment for today, but tomorrow I wanted to repeat the same thing, only with a calf; perhaps it would be much easier with him, or perhaps not. But that's another story.