Centrelinks Poster Child

She’s been on call for years, a phone call away

Cunt on call

My phone often rings

Cock on call

We have grown up together, neighbours, family friends since we were children

Birthday parties, engagements, weddings, funerals the works

All done over the years

Together

She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek at my engagement party then hugged and kissed my fiancé.

A warm greeting between friends

An hour latter we are fucking between the wheelie bins in the back lane.

She hugged me, kissed me and congratulated me on my wedding day, hugged wife, kissed wife and congratulated wife on her wedding day.

Three hours later we were fucking between the vines

I had to explain the grass stains.

It’s a terrifically turbulent companionship with more dips, spins and barrel rolls than a Queensland rollercoaster.

When we are together for more than five minutes we fight, fight brutally and fiercely

But that brutality turns into fierce passion when we fuck

My wife was working late shift all Easter, so I seised the opportunity for a weekend away.

“I’m going to Geelong with Rob & Bob for a couple of days”

When I arrived at Emily’s house she was standing on the porch next to a beer in grey tracksuit pants and a matching Bonds hoodie, smoking a cigarette and rocking a pram back and forth

“Fuck woman I should turn around right now, would you fucking look at yourself”

“Fuck off what’s wrong with how I look?”

“You’re the fucking poster child for Centrelink and the fucking Family Assistance Office, What did you do with the baby bonus? Buy a crate of Winnie Blues?”

“Shut up and come here”

We put the baby to bed, cracked a few beers and caught up on time past

Within half an hour we were fighting

Within half an hour and five minutes we were fucking, fucking with anger and passion, trying to hurt each other with the pain of pleasure

The forty seven hours that followed could have been logged as follows;

Drink beer

Feed baby

Fight like hell

Fuck

Fight

Drink

Baby

Fight

(I will interrupt it about here. If any of you have been reading some of the comments between anonymous and I, you would have read that over Easter we were to have a shot of Absolute Vodka around 9pm and think of each other when we fucked whoever it is we were fucking.

Kind of hard I know when you haven’t met each other, but it’s the thought that counts.

At 9pm on the Friday I just happened to be in between baby feeding, beer, and fights and was fucking Emily in her ass with her legs over my shoulders on her kitchen bench

I reached over grabbed the bottle of Vodka, keeping the rhythm of my cock in her ass, took a swig holding it in my mouth while I fucked her ass

Swallowed the Vodka

Fucked her ass harder and faster

Emily verging on screaming

Fucking her ass harder, faster, harder, faster and faster

Took another swig

Held it in my mouth and just as I shot my load in her ass, I shot the vodka out my mouth over Emily’s face and yelled ANONYMOUS to the kitchen ceiling.

Emily’s verging on screaming became a reality as she kicked me away with her legs and leapt at me with her vodka face and cum filled ass.

Anonymous you better have had that Vodka shot)

Now where were we?

Fuck

Drink

Baby

Sleep

Drink

Baby

Fight

Fuck

And so on till the fighting was more than the fucking and we couldn’t stand the look of each other.

I left Centrelinks poster child the same way I found her

On the porch

Only a little more ragged and a hell of a lot more angry




“Honey I’m home”

“How was Geelong?”

“Oh OK, we had a few fucking fights but when all was said and done we came together and had a few Vodkas”