Chapter 18: Amendment

Ella was relaxing on her back patio. It was a cloudy but warm afternoon, and she was stretched out on a lounge chair with a pitcher of iced tea and her e-reader. All she had on were her nylon shorts, a sleeveless t-shirt, and sandals.

She heard the rattle of her side gate, and then Scott MacEwan appeared along with another large man. They were struggling with a large wheelbarrow loaded with heavy bags marked “Soil Amendment.”

Ella noted the new man was young, perhaps in his early 20s, and much darker than the exceptionally light-skinned MacEwan.

“Ella, meet Jorge Silva from Uruguay in South America. He works with me when I have heavier jobs like this.”

“I am pleased to meet you, Señora.” He had an obvious accent, but he was easily understood. And his bright smile, handsome face, and muscular body were all pleasant diversions for Ella.

“There’s another reason I brought Jorge today. You’ll see it momentarily. Why don’t you come along with us, Ella? We’re going to show him everything.”

He stuck out his hand graciously to help her up. They began walking across the lawn.

“I’ve known Jorge for quite a while. I tell him about some of my jobs, and about the people I work for. When I told him about you, Ella, he was very interested. You see, Jorge is kind of like me. When he sees the right situation, he follows my example. Oh, look, we’re back at the trees.”

“You mean...”

Scott didn’t answer directly, he just unzipped and prepared to pee down the trunk of a nearby tree. Ella didn’t know what to think, but then she realized Jorge was also undoing his pants and dropping them (with his underwear) down below his knees.

Ella gaped at Jorge, unable to speak—because he was huge. The plum sized head of his cock dangled almost to his knees, momentarily obscured by his foreskin. He reached down with both hands and pulled it away from his legs, one hand on the root and the other farther out, pulling back the loose skin and exposing the head.

Not really wider than the shaft, his head was the normal conical shape, a glistening deep red contrasting with the dark walnut brown of his shaft. He took a step to spread his feet apart and set a look of concentration on his face.

“Wait! On me! On me!”

Ella tore her shirt over her head, kneeled in front of him, and squeezed her eyes shut while holding her tits up and out in invitation.

Jorge accommodated her with a robust yellow stream. Plenty of piss rained down on her from forehead to belly. She shivered in delight as the pressure played across her nipples. He must have been delaying for a while because his quantity was impressive.

Scott had broken off when Jorge unzipped, so he could contribute a share to Ella’s excitement. When both streams subsided, she looked up with a huge smile, then took hold of Jorge’s shaft and started licking him clean with her tongue flattened. She added her other hand while he stiffened to an even more impossible size.