Free Plausibility by Jettie Woodruff Page B

Seri to resume Quill’s position. Seri didn’t look anymore sure about it than Aquilla had. Aquilla was sure she had never done this before either.
    Fuck. Maybe she has. Aquilla wasn’t expecting that either. The long stroke of her tongue was freaking amazing. Julius moved behind Seri. He kept h is eyes on Seri’s tongue stroking Aquilla while he sunk balls deep into her pussy. Fuck. Her pussy was so fucking wet. You could hear the wetness as he pumped in and out of her. He moved his middle finger into her ass as he fucked the hell out of her while his eyes stayed on Aquilla’s face. She fucking loved it. She was squirming her hips into Seri’s mouth. She let an unplanned moan escape as she closed her eyes.
    “Open your eyes, Quill,” he demanded. He wanted her eyes on him as he fucked Seri and she brought Quill to orgasm with her tongue.
    Aquilla moaned loudly. Julius pumped harder, knowing she was close. Every time he rammed into Seri, her mouth was forced harder into Aquilla’s clit. It was a domino effect. Aquilla yelled out in pleasurable agony, Julius shot his load into the condom, and Seri cried out in her own orgasmic misery. Julius could feel her pulsating around his dick. He moved his middle finger into Aquilla’s cave, wanting to feel her constrictions around his finger.
    He looked into her eyes, wondering if he had gone too far. She enjoyed the hell out of it, so maybe it was okay.
    Maybe not.
    Aquilla suddenly jumped up like she had just come to her senses. She threw her sun dress over her head and stormed out, leaving the panties on the floor. He stared after her and then knew he had gone a little too far when Seri too rushed out of the room. She wasn’t allowed to do that. He could have sent her packing. Of course he wasn’t allowed to do what he had just done either though.
    Fuck. Now , what the hell was he supposed to do?
    “Miss?” Hila asked with concern when she saw the stress on Aquilla face as she bore up the stairs.
    “I’m going to take a shower,” she replied , unable to look at her.
    Aquilla turned the water as hot as she could tolerate. She wasn’t really thinking anything. That’s what the hot water was for. She didn’t want to think about anything. She wanted the thoughts, along with the feelings, to wash away, down the drain with the filthy water, the water that instantly became tainted when it ran off her body.
    Aquilla refused to go down for supper. Hila couldn’t make her go.
    “You brother be mad,” she tried with her broken English.
    “He’s not my brother and you can tell him to go to hell.”
    “Just take her a plate,” Julius demanded from Hila when she warily explained to him that Aquilla would not come down.  She didn’t want to disobey either of the Chavez men. It was her job to see that Aquilla followed the rules, came to the table, wasn’t late for her classes, and she hated it when she had to be the one to tell them she was refusing to do something. She needed her job. There weren’t a lot of jobs to have on the small island, and she was lucky to have one with such a lovely home and sleeping quarters.
    She too knew what happens in the Chavez house. She, along with all of the other servants, knew to keep their mouths shut. It didn’t concern them and if they wanted to keep their jobs and their safety they knew to keep quiet. She didn’t feel as though anyone was being hurt. She knew the girls that came there were there by their own choice. Her cousin had just gone through a three month stay with a man that she adored. He had flown her to Italy were she was treated like royalty until her time was up.
    Her friend Carmon, had just told her about one of the new girls, Seri, asking her questions. She was cleaning the girl’s extravagant room. Seri had asked her about Aquilla. She wanted to know who the blonde white girl was that seemed to be a square peg in a round hole there, out of place, an anachronism in the house. Of course the servant didn’t