The trouble with Linda

The trouble with Linda;


It is amazing, what the human body is capable of. Given the right set of circumstances, it will adapt to many things. Take Linda for instance. Who would have thought that she would eventually accommodate a horse’s cock? Who would have thought that her slight body would be able to allow something the size of her arm to slip into her body and fuck her until it shot copious amounts of Jizz into her and at such force, that it filled her womb and made her belly distend? Who would have thought that she would ever be able to take a fully-grown Rottweiler in the arse and then swallow the whole ten inches of him while sucking down his cum without spilling a drop? If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe it and even now, after watching her do these wondrous feats of human rapaciousness, I still find it difficult to believe.

At sixteen, Linda had been so small in stature. Her tits hadn’t begun to fill out much more than pimples that would have looked under developed on a twelve year old. Her snatch had the downy fuzz of a young girl and she was virtually hairless everywhere except her head, which had a shock of carrot coloured and shapeless hair on it. She and I started going out then, but she was so scared of losing her virginity and getting pregnant, that it soon fell flat. We split up and went in different directions. I left home for University, studying law, while Linda went to college and further education. She had always had this affinity with animals so, naturally I suppose, she decided to go into farming, or more particularly, ‘Animal Husbandry’, What ever that means. So our spheres of life never crossed. We said our goodbyes and parted friends. That is until we met again.

My career had gone from strength to strength; rising through the ranks at an unprecedented rate. Luck played a major part in my development. Somehow, the right cases landed at my office doorstep. Prestigious affairs, that carried headlines and created citable rules and precedents for future generations of Lawyers, fell regularly into my lap. Money, which had always been something of a bane as a child because of its scarcity, was now no more than a luxurious hindrance. Having money presents problems, but money can always get you out of it as well. I had married and divorced twice. No children were produced, thankfully. Neither wife managed to get anything from me because I had engineered grounds for divorce, claiming adultery in both cases. The right photo-manipulator and a couple of grand can make some pretty damning evidence.

At thirty-four, I was loose and fancy free. My workload had decreased to a level where I only went to the office once or twice a week, leaving the dross of cases to my employees. I could pick and choose the cases I took on. The background legwork to each case was left to the foot soldiers to do.

It was a Monday when it landed on my desk. I was looking at the Thames through my prestigious office windows. Watching the tourist launches ply their trade, stopping at ‘The Tower of London’ and ‘HMS Belfast’ so the Japanese could exercise their camera fingers. A knock on my door broke the reverie.

“I have a Mrs. Reid at the desk Sir…”. Joanne’s voice trickled like running water, she always sounded as if she was smiling and, usually was, I paid her enough.

“…Says she won’t speak to anyone but you. What should I do with her?”

“Do we know her?” I didn’t bother with formalities like names and didn’t turn.

“Don’t think so, but she is pretty persistent and tells me she is an old friend.”

I thought for a moment, casting through the Rolodex of my brain to see if I had any Mrs. Reid’s lurking in there. I couldn’t recall any.

“Get rid of her. Tell her I am busy, in a meeting.”

“A meeting of one is it?” A different voice asked of my back.

“Hello James, been a long time.”

Curiously, I turned on the axis of my heel and observed Joanne trying to hustle out the owner of the voice. Dark glasses hid the eyes of the newcomer and the clothes she wore didn’t help at all in her identity. Raven black hair framed a thin face stopping at shoulder length. Her neck and upper arms were bare, supporting a gypsy style blouse that puckered over the tops of breasts which were obviously free of a bra. She removed her glasses and stared back at me.

“Linda?” I recognised the eyes.

“Is that you? You look so…. different.” It sounded lame, but I was thrown by the transformation. I had an instant picture of the thin and underdeveloped body that had been Linda, the last time I saw her. Clothes hung on the picture like old brown trousers on a scarecrow, but now; Armani and Versace were possibly her ‘Aide de Couture’. She had filled out in the right places. Not in anyway large, but in a cultured and sophisticated poise that had bearing and confidence as its basis.

“What can I do for you? What are you doing here?” My eyes roamed over her and she registered the fact.

“James, I need you’re help.” It was a simple statement, but one that carried a note of desperation.

“You don’t look like you do. Christ! You look so different, amazing!” I became aware of repeating my self.

“You had better come in, please take a seat. Joanne, please bring some refreshments.”

Joanne asked Linda as she sat in the leather Chesterfield and adjusted her jeans, what she would like. Tea was arranged.

“So, what do you need my help with?” I sat opposite her, drinking in the shape of her body that was hardly hidden in the clinging jeans she wore. Her shoes were overtly Gucci. The logo was not too discreet, advertising the make by a small metal tab on the instep. Her make-up was complimentary to her complexion. The glossed black hair added to her demeanour of wealth and well-being.

“It’s a long story James, I would prefer we did this over lunch, but the crux of the matter is I am about to be charged with indecent behaviour as well as lewdness and bestiality. I cannot afford the scandal, much less the publicity or even being found guilty.” She blushed prettily as she spoke the words, but her eyes didn’t waver for one second. She held me in her gaze and captivated my interest.