Chapter 7

Well… those two cocks have nutted.

Linde grabs you and pulls you out of the room and back to the bar.

Oh, now it’s beer time? She slams a big glass in front of you. Was this some kind of right of passage? Did she make Lotte do this? You have so many questions. You start to ask, but Linde shoves your glass at you, spilling it.

Laughing, you drink. It’s funny, right? Linde likes to look so tough, come to this bar and… suck off strangers? You get it. It’s fun for sure. It also must be frustrating.

Elenora isn’t the only one in the family with a cock like yours. Linde has one too. You’ve noticed the bulge. It seems to be just her and Elenora, though. Famke doesn’t have one, obviously. Marit doesn’t, Senna doesn’t, and Suze doesn’t.

Lotte, of course, doesn’t.

“Drink. Drink,” Linde prompts, pushing on the bottom of your glass to get you to drink more. Jesus. You already pounded half that tall glass of vodka, now this. This is like two beers at least, and this is some serious beer. It spills over your chin, but you drink it anyway.

God forbid that Lotte’s dumbass metal head gloryhole-loving sister or cousin or whatever thinks you’re a fucking pussy. Jesus fucking Christ.

You slam the empty glass down and lick your lips.

“Yay beer,” you say weakly, feeling a wicked head rush.

“Yes! Beer!” Linde drains her glass, grinning. She’s glowing. You have to admit it’s cute, but if she thinks that you’re going to give blowjobs or cheat on Lotte, you have some bad news for her.

“I bring Lotte here,” she shouts to you over the noise.

“What?”

“I bring Lotte here,” she says.

“Why?” you ask.

“So she not stay home all the time,” Linde replies, as though that should be obvious.

“Huh?” you say, but she grabs your hand and yanks you off the stool again. She drags you to that same hallway, but a different door. The **** is hitting, because you don’t get it until you’re inside the room.

This is… you know. The other room.

Linde slams the door and locks it, giggling excitedly.

You wobble on your feet, definitely a little drunk. Her belt clinks as she undoes it, hurrying up to the wall. You watch her push her jeans down, revealing a pale ass with a bat tattooed on it. She’s wearing a thong.

She pulls her cock out of the thong, strokes it until it’s hard, and shoves it right through the hole in the wall.

She looks back at you excitedly.

“Hell no,” you say.

“Do it,” she replies.

“Hell no,” you repeat. There’s another hole. It’s right there next to her. But no. Not happening.

She makes a stern face at you like that’s going to help.

“Fuck you, bitch,” you say bluntly.

She’s about to reply, but she gasps and presses her hands to the wall. “Ah!”

Oh… she’s getting some action from over there. Good for her. You try to act like that doesn’t turn you on.

“Don’t be pussy,” she barks at you over her shoulder, then moans, rubbing her hands over the dirty tiles. So gross… yet… “Ah!” Her butt clenches.

The bat tattoo is cute. You picture her on a tattoo artist’s bench, receiving that tattoo…

“Pussy!” she accuses.

You shake your head. “Not doing it. I have a girlfriend. I love her.”

Linde should be happy about that. Instead, she makes a judgy face.

“Fucking pussy,” she accuses.

“Goddammit! Pick another word! Any word! Like, even the c-word would be better!” you snap.

“What?” She looks confused.

This fucking idiot.

She grunts and slaps the wall with her hand, pumping her hips and giving you this smug look.

“It’s good,” she says.

“I’ll bet,” you reply.

“Pussy! Pussy bitch!”

She can’t even pronounce ‘bitch’ correctly.

“Sure,” you say, tapping your foot. “Go ahead and cum so we can go have more beer.” The beer is extremely good.

“Pussy! Pussy! Pussy!” Linde taunts.

“What the fuck is your problem?” you ask irritably. “You want to see me stick my dick in a hole and get every possible disease? I’m thinking no.”

“You can’t get hard,” Linde accuses, then throws her head back and cries out. “Ohh!”

“What?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Pussy! Soft pussy!”

“Oh my God.” You put your face in your hand. How is the girl that means more than anything to you related to this dumbass?

“Soft! Soft! Pussy! Pussy!” Linde taunts, shoving her hips against the wall and biting her lip.

“OK. OK. Fuck you,” you say. “You want to make sure I don’t have ED?” OK, you are a little drunk. Very drunk. Bad drunk. You move across the room, getting behind her. You aren’t sticking your dick in a hole in the wall, but there’s one thing that Linde has not taken into consideration:

She has a cute butt.

You open up your jeans and free your cock. Watching Linde fuck the wall was enough to get you hard. You slap your shaft against her rear end.

“Hey!” she shouts, looking back indignantly.

“What? I’m hard, aren’t I?” you ask, snapping her thong.

“Ah! Oh!” She moans when you pull on her hair. You only rub your erection over her booty for a second, then you just jerk it. Too much skin on skin would be cheating on Lotte, and you won’t do that. You pull her hair and stroke as the unseen person on the other side of the wall sucks Linde off.

She’s not forming words, just moaning now. She’s close. You aren’t that close, but you know how to get there: you just think about that time by the river with Lotte, the first time, angry and savage with her underneath you.

You groan and yank her hair, covering her ass with your load. From the way she’s shaking, she’s filling up some poor girl’s mouth with just as much. You hold onto her hip until you’re done, then stumble back as she recovers.

Your strings of cum sparkle on her buttocks under the light as she pants for breath and backs away from the wall. You made a mess, but she’s making one too: more cum drips from her softening cock, falling onto the jeans around her thighs as she tries not to trip.

You catch her, and she gives you a look. She’s not calling you a pussy now. Now she wants help.

You take a tissue from the box on the table and wipe some of your mess from her skin, allowing her to pull her jeans up with slightly less stickiness back there.

She’s recovering. She wipes her hair out of her face and tries to put that smug face back on, but she’s blushing… so it doesn’t really work.

“You are not pussy,” she admits grudgingly.

“And you have a sweet ass,” you say, giving it a smack. She jumps, blushing harder. Yeah. She dresses tough, but she’s a normal girl. She needs to quit messing around with gloryholes and find a boyfriend or a girlfriend.

But that’s not your problem.

“Let’s get out of here,” you tell her.

“No!” She looks appalled by that idea. “Beer now!”

For fuck’s sake.