The Silent Man, Page 3

By Leslie Schmidt

"This has come down from 'on high,'" he said. "It's a special project and somebody up there wants you to have it Di..."

It was the opportunity of a lifetime. It would make Diana's career (or destroy it). Four months of independent market analysis and development research with only weekly reports on her progress. If it went well she'd be launching into a tremendous future.

She was sitting in her chair in the living room, working on her laptop when Outlook chimed. After opening the e-mail she looked up at Callie.

"Alright if Mr. Anderson comes over tomorrow?"

He was due at seven and Diana was surprised when she heard the shower running at six. She went into the bathroom.

"Honey, what are you doing?"

"I was all sweaty and want to be pretty when Mr. Anderson gets here."

"Oh." Diana wasn't sure how she felt about that-her nine year old getting gussied up so she could put on some sort of sexual performance. Still, she dried Callie's hair when she got out and even put a little make-up on her.

"What do you want to wear?" Diana asked.

"Should I wear anything? I'll just be taking it off."

Diana had to smile. "You want to meet him at the door in the buff?"

Callie thought about it for a moment. "No, someone might see me."

"Ok, so where will you be?"

"I'll just wait in my room."

Diana moved around the house nervously, straightening things that didn't need straightening, wiping imagined fingerprints off the shiny wooden surface of the coffee table. Anything to distract her from the fact that her nine year old daughter was waiting, naked, in her bedroom for the visit.

At 7:02 the doorbell rang and Alexi went yapping into the foyer. Diana picked the little fur ball up and opened the door.

Anderson stepped in and Diana closed to door behind him. She could see the tension in his face. He smiled.

"She's in her bedroom...waiting for you," Diana said. "Door on the right at the end of the hall."

Anderson's eyebrows went up, then he turned and Diana followed, carrying the dog.

He knocked gently at the door and Callie called, "Come in."

She was in the bed, the covers pulled up to her chin. Anderson walked up to the bed and looked down. Suddenly Callie threw the blanket and sheet off, uncovering herself down to her right knee and left foot.

Anderson caught his breath, looking down at the naked preteen who was smiling up at him. She raised her arms over her head and stretched, arching her back and pointing her toes, making sure she was on her best display. Then she smiled up at him, a coy smile on her face as she fingered her hair that was spread out on the pillow.

Anderson reached down and ran the fingertips of his right hand over her right nipple. For a moment they both froze-this was the first time he had ever touched her. But, when she smiled and squirmed her shoulders some, he knew he had permission and he started moving his fingers again.

After a few moments he moved to her other nipple, fascinated by the sight of them rising from her flat chest into the pink domes he'd noticed when he watched her masturbate to two orgasm the week before.

Callie reached up and took his hand, then pulled it up and kissed it, then she moved it back down and, pulling his arm, flattened his palm on her preteen breast.

Anderson had to lean over some now as he ran his hand in a circle on her tit. Callie arched her back slightly again, pushing her chest up against his hand, and blew out through her lips.

Now Anderson brought his left hand up and put it on her thigh, rubbing up and down, moving his fingers slowly in between with each gentle pass up and down the smooth skin. Callie closed her eyes and made a low moan as she pushed her legs just a little farther apart.

Diana stood in the doorway, leaning against the side. She couldn't believe she was standing there watching a man molest her daughter. Alexi took advantage of her distraction to reach up and lick her cheek. She put her hand on his head and gently pushed him down while absent mindedly scratching his ear.

A sharp intake of breath caught her attention and she looked to see that Anderson had moved his hand up to the child's crotch and was moving his finger along her slit. Her fourth-grader bent her knees, lifting her legs slightly and spreading them more. Diana's eyes flared when she saw him turn he hand and push his middle finger into her crotch.

For the next couple of minutes, Anderson gently worked the child up, rubbing her clit and nipples as he felt her sex slowly moisten and her breathing deepened. Callie spread her legs further and pushed her hips up, opening herself more to him. Now Diana could see the parts of her sex normally hidden in her lips-her clit had grown and reddened and the inner gates to her vagina had also swelled and opened.

Twice Anderson pressed his finger into the child's vagina, testing her half-moon hymen. Then he lifted his hand away and Callie looked with surprise as he generously wetted his fingertips with his spit. Leaving a large drop on the end, he reached down and the girl caught her breath as his finger stretched and pushed by her cherry, deep into her sex, filling her vagina but not stressing her so much as to cause her more than a twinge of stinging-certainly not enough to tear her maidenhead.

Diana had never even imagined her daughter being finger-fucked. If asked, she would have said she'd expect that this wouldn't happen until she was fourteen or fifteen-certainly not when she was still in grade school. She could see that Anderson was rubbing the girl's clit with his thumb while he carefully moved his finger in and out of her vagina. With a shock she realized he was pinching her vaginal wall between her clit and her g-spot and the realization of how that would feel made a sudden rush of passion pass over her. She wanted to move her own hand down to her crotch but couldn't bring herself to.

Callie wondered what was happened when Anderson pulled both his hands away, but then, with a shock, she saw that he was unzipping he pants.

Diana smiled at the sight of his cock. It wasn't especially big, maybe seven or eight inches and about as big around as a broom handle. It wasn't fully hard yet, pointing down at a forty-five degree angle and bouncing with his pulse. Anderson lifted Callie's hand and wrapped it around his tool, showing her how to stroke him, and his cock quickly hardened. Then, after putting more spit on his fingers, he went back to finger-fucking the nine year old.

Callie had her fingers wrapped over his rod and, with her thumb along the bottom, was stroking the sensitive nubs on the bottom of his cockhead. Anderson was building fast. Diana could see his breath getting deeper and sweat breaking out on his temples. His rubbing of Callie was getting more desperate-and she didn't mind a bit. Thirty seconds later she bucked and lifted her hips off the bed as she jerked hard on his cock. Just a couple of seconds later, as he threw back his head and grunted, a white stream of sperm shot across the girl's chest, leaving a white trail from her ribs, up across her sternum between her nipples and ending in a large gob on her left collar bone. The second and third stripes crossed her just below her chest while, after that, more cum dribbled out of his cock to run down her wrist and arm.

Anderson stood, panting while Callie looked down with big eyes at her cum striped torso and gooed up hand and arm. Then he regained his composure and pushed his lowering dick back into his pants and zipped up. Next he reached across the girl and, taking the sheet, wiped his cum off the girl's chest, then her arm and hand. Diana wondered about whether she'd have to dispose of her daughter's cum stained sheets-it just wouldn't do if her grandmother saw them.

The thought ran through Diana's mind that, if he was done now, her daughter would be learning the first disappointment about sex-often the guy was done before the girl. However, instead of stepping away he dropped down on his knees. Then he reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling the child toward the side of the bed.

Callie didn't know what was happening as he lifted her butt off the mattress and pulled her legs off the side of the bed. She finished off kind of twisted around.

"Honey," Diana said. "Turn sideways on the bed with your legs off the edge."

Anderson looked up and smiled at Diana, then nodded as Callie moved around. He leaned back and pushed her left knee across him so he was now kneeling between her legs.

"OH!" Callie said when he leaned down. She drew in a ragged breath as he put his mouth on her sex, then giggled when she felt his tongue working between her pussy lips. But just as quickly her eyes got huge and she lifted her legs, her feet hovering a few inches above the floor.

Anderson licked and sucked and teased and tormented the little girl's sex for over fifteen minutes. She had at least three crashing orgasms-once with her ankles locked around the back of his neck, crushing his face into her crotch. Diana had never imagined that a preteen girl could have such intense, moaning, screaming, orgasms as she watched her little girl writhe while Anderson lashed her pussy with an, obviously, well practiced tongue.

Finally, Callie had to push him away and both the adults watched as she rolled over onto her stomach, then pushed herself into the bed, her feet still hanging off the edge.

Anderson stood up, a smile on his face, then covered the child. He turned and, after wiping his mouth on his sleeve, walked toward Diana. She moved out of his way and closed the door, then followed him into the living room.

"Do you have some Scotch?" he asked. "I'd like a drink while we go over some ideas on your project."

Forty-five minutes later her left. Diana went into her daughters room where she was still sleeping-not having moved a muscle since she was left. Diana sat down on the bed and rubbed her little girl's back.

"Mmmm..." Callie stirred. She looked up at her mom. "Is he gone?"

"Yeah, he left a few minutes ago."

Callie collapsed back down on the bed. "Oooh," she said with disappointment. "That was so nice."

"It looked like you felt good," Diana said.

Callie rolled over, her hair was spread out on the pillow. Diana looked at her daughter. The covers weren't up over her chest, her mother noticed how she looked like a boy. Callie laid her wrist across her forehead.

"That was so...incredible. I've never had something feel like that!" Then she looked down at herself. "Was that his sperm?"

"Yes," Diana said.

The child's eyes got big. "I didn't know it'd shoot out like that."

"Yeah, sometimes it does like that, when a guy's really turned on."

"Can you feel it shooting in you?" Callie asked. "Like, inside you?"

"Sometimes," Diana said with a smile. "You feel it more if he shoots like that in your mouth."

Callie looked at her mom with a serious expression. "He's going to want to do that in my mouth, isn't he?"

"Only if you want him to," Diana answered.

"Should I, you know, eat it? I've heard that sometimes you spit it out."

"Guys really get turned on if you swallow."

"Have you ever swallowed any?" Callie asked.

Diana smiled at her little girl-this wasn't a conversation she'd ever thought she'd have.

"Yes," she replied. "I just...it seemed that spitting it out would be so messy. Still, sometimes it's so quick that you can't swallow it all fast enough."

"What happens then?"

"Some might dribble out...it's kind of messy and gooey but guys think it's real sexy."

"What does it taste like?"

"Well," Diana said, "it tastes kind of salty and sweaty...it doesn't taste good...but...well...the worst part is it's really gooey and slimy. Then, if you don't swallow it all it kind of makes little balls, little sticky balls."

"Did you swallow Gordon's?" Callie asked. [Gordon was a fellow Diana had dated a few months back. He'd spent a number of nights and Callie had heard them making noise at night.]

"That's really not your business," Diana replied, "but, yes, I did a few times."