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 Soufiete is pure fiction, a product of my imagination and nothing else. 
This is a story about the unlikely happening of a grown man falling in love
with a 9 year old girl; it didn't happen and the people involved do not
exist and the places are made-up, as well.  Please enjoy this story and
please, do not try to put yourself in this situation, because a word of
caution: a moment's pleasure could lead to a lifetime of torment.  Frenchie


   Story codes: F, M, g*, Mg, Ped, Sex

   Preface

   Soufiete is the second story in the series of Sitting the Angel and is
the continuation of the story line.  There are three main characters in the
story: Cajun Frenchie a 26 year old writer who just moved into an apartment
in Hollywood, a freelance actress whose name is Rebecca Davis and her
daughter, Becky Housman, who lives in the same complex.  Rebecca was
offered a lucrative job on location in Utah and she asked Frenchie to take
care of Becky while she was away.  Frenchie and Becky have just had sex and
Becky is fast asleep on the bed.

   Soufiete By Frenchie

   Ma jam ae.  I looked in on "sleeping beauty" and she was passed out like
a like a light.  The floor creaked a little as I came in the room, but it
didn't wake her.  I turned the light out and snuck under the covers and I
was soon fast asleep.

   I woke-up about 7:30 am and she was still sleeping and I didn't want to
wake her; let her wake in her own time; she was on vacation, after all.  As
I watched her sleep, I got to thinking, there's something about the smell,
the aroma of a young girl, not still a baby and not quite a teenager or an
adult.  It's a sweet, fresh smell that's all their own, untainted by others
or the environment; I say it is the aroma of the angels.  Becky had that
aroma; her hair, her body, it was beautiful and I loved it.

   I took a shower and made a pot of coffee and sat down in the quiet of
the morning to think about what to do today.  In essence, I was on
vacation, also and I didn't have to do anything if I so chose and the way I
was leaning right now, I chose, so.

   I hadn't opened the Sunday paper yet and there's a section about things
to do on the weekend and some of the events or activities are week long and
longer and I wanted something to do with my little angel.

   As I was looking through the paper, my angel walked in, or I should say,
stumbled in.  She was a perfect picture; messed-up hair, sleepy, in her
disheveled night gown and grumbling.

   I turned in the chair to welcome her.  "Come here, angel." I said, with
a chuckle.  "Aw, you are beautiful, sweetheart.  Come here by me; and tell
me all about it."

   "Good morning, Frenchie." She said, in a sleepy little voice.

   I held her close and squeezed her soft butt against my side.

   "Did you sleep well?" I asked

   "Yes." She answered.  "'want to take a shower?" I asked.  "Or do you
want some breakfast?"

   She thought for a moment and said.  "I want to take a bath with you,
like we did yesterday."

   "How about a nice long, cool shower; you could wash your hair and I'll
give you some conditioner to make it soft and smell sweet." I asked.  "And
while your getting clean I could eat you?  Huh."

   "Eat me?" She demanded.

   "Oh yeah" I said, mysteriously.  "I'll bet you're delicious." And I
licked my lips, making a slurping sound.

   She giggled.  I lifted her up into my arms and kissed neck and she put
her head on my shoulder.  Aw, she was such a sweet thing.  I took her to
the bathroom and put her down and turned the shower on.

   "Now, you get undressed and I'll get us some towels." I told her,
getting the towels, shampoo and conditioner.  I took off my clothes and
joined her.  I felt the water and it was just tepid; good for what I had in
mind.

   We stepped into the tub and I adjusted the shower to aim right on her
head and shampooed her head and we washed her scalp, then we rinsed it off
and repeated the treatment.  Then I got out the conditioner and told her to
let it soak in while she washed the rest of her body.  I sat down, facing
her, my back to the faucet and pulled her to my mouth.

   I started licking her soft, hairless pussy lips and immediately started
getting a woody.  Then I tongued her, slowly, in and out and around and she
started to moan.  I increased my ministrations and she increased her moans.
I held her butt tight in my open hands and squeezed those beautiful mounds,
repeatedly.  I rubbed her butt, her thighs and her hips; all the while I
was licking and sucking the juices that were starting to flow out of her
cunt.  She was moaning louder as we went.

   I felt she was about to reach a climax, so I held back a bit and played
with her fine ass, her soft, flat little belly, then I reinserted my tongue
into her slit and resumed my attention there.  Pretty soon she was moaning
and groaning loud again and I eased back again.  I could feel that she was
getting shaky standing there and I asked if she wanted to lie down in the
tub.  She said, "Yes."

   I adjusted the water to hit my back and I lay down over her, my mouth on
her cunt.  I renewed my efforts to bring her to an orgasm.  She was well on
the way to a smashing orgasm if I could just control the amount of
attention I paid to her.  Now I held her in my arms around her waste and
rubbed up and down on her torso and paid attention to her little tits,
while I started sucking on her juicy cunt.  With my renewed efforts, she
started moaning again and growling my name.  As she got louder, I slowed
down and as soon as she slowed down, I renewed my efforts.  When I thought
I had built up enough energy for a good sized orgasm, I kept going; digging
deeper with my tongue; flicking it back and forth, up and down and moving
my mouth hard all over her cunt.  Her arms flailed back and forth, her
hands grabbing for something, anything to hold on to, which finally ended
up to be my head.  I concentrated my tongue on her clit and the waves got
stronger and stronger.

   "Ow..." She screamed.  "Ohh... Grr..."

   I kept up my assault on the girl's clit and cunt.  She was breathless,
trying to scream, but all she could do was grunt and growl.

   "Fren...ch...ie" She said in a jagged whisper, and.  "O ...my go..."

   And the spasms began and I continued my duty.  Her cunt was gripping my
tongue with each contraction as she writhed in my arms, pushing her pelvis
up into my head.

   "Oh, Frenchie, it feels so good." She said, passionately.  "Pleased
don't stop!"

   I was breathing heavy myself purely from witnessing her in the throws of
a very strong and magnificent orgasm.  I must have leaked a gallon of oil
out of my rock hard prick.

   The hot water had long run out but the water splashing over our bodies
felt good and refreshing.  She had just experienced a great orgasm and we
both out of breath.  I rested my head on her belly and could have fallen
asleep.  She lay in my arms, exhausted.

   I crawled out from under her and turned off the faucet and dried off. 
She came around and I helped her out of the tub and dried her off.  I
stooped over and got on eye level with her and put my arms around her.

   "You know that I love you," I said, softly.  "Don't you?"

   With a serious face, she said.  "I know and I love you very much, too."

   And we embraced and kissed.  I held her close and she clung to me as if
the world were coming to an end.

   My back was starting to ache and I had to get up.  I stood up and said,
"I don't know about you kid, but I'm hungry."

   "Me too," She smiled.

   We got dressed and went into the kitchen, where I poured myself a cup of
coffee.

   "What'll it be, breakfast or lunch," I asked.  "It's 10:30, so it's
brunch time.  I could fix something now, or we could go out to eat at a
restaurant."

   Her eyes lite up; "Let's go to a restaurant."

   So, we drove to Johnny's Family Restaurant and had lunch and then we
went to the zoo and fed the animals for a couple of hours.  All the time we
were together, she was by my side or holding my hand as we walked.  I
didn't want these days to end; they were so beautiful.

   Later that afternoon, we went home and settled down in the living room
to watch television.  She sat beside me on the couch.

   We watched a few shows and some news and we both got restless and she
started tickling me, then we started tickling each other and pretty soon we
were exhausted, lying in each others arms.  We started kissing and lost all
track of time, because pretty soon is was getting dark and we had to pee.

   I was in the bedroom, putting on my pajamas when she came in and went
right to her clothes and selected a beautiful pink nylon nightgown to put
on.

   She held it up in front of her and she asked me if I liked it.

   I gave her an enthusiastic, "Yes."

   She went into the bathroom to change and I climbed in bed.  Becky stood
in the doorway, modeling the gown and she looked magnificent; all four feet
of her sixty three pounds of her were absolutely beautiful.  Seeing her in
that gown, so young and sexy, coming toward the bed caused my penis to
begin to come alive; she was alluring.  By the time she had climbed in bed
and snuggled up next to me, it was standing at attention and ready for
service.  My god she was sweet.

   We started kissing and caressing one another and pretty soon we began
undressing each other, never breaking the kiss.  God, we were so hot;
"Possible" was dripping oil and she was getting wetter by the moment.  I
played with her little titties and she played with "Possible" until we were
both breathing hard.

   Eventually, I was on top of her, my prick aimed right at that sweet
little cunt; she reached down and tried to guide it in, but she couldn't
make the match; I moved side to side, up and down to help her and finally
it lined up and I felt it begin to enter her little cunt.  I pushed down
with my pelvis and up into her cunt, little by little it was going into
heaven.  I pulled out a little to let the juices gather at the tip and then
I pushed it in, further.  She was doing a great job because she wanted to
have another climax.  She was breathing hard by now and it was almost all
the way in.  God it felt so good; a sweet, tight, velvet orifice.

   I planned to have my first orgasm in her tonight, because last night was
her night and I hope she was pleased with the outcome.  I wanted for her
and me to have our orgasms, simultaneously.

   We worked it in and out and kept a slow pace to make it last as long as
we could; it got wetter and wetter the hotter we go; so wet in fact it
started making noises as it went in and out.  I felt the stirrings of an
impending orgasm, so I slowed the pace even further, until the feeling
passed.  She was moving her hips in and out, matching my rhythm, just like
a nymph; she was good.

   We were just getting a good timing and rhythm going, when the phone
rang.

   `Oh god,' I thought.  Rebecca is coming home or is home.

   I pulled out of Becky and threw my robe on and answered the phone in the
living room.  "Hello," I said.

   "Frenchie;" Rebecca said.

   "Hi hun, how are you?" I said, catching my breath.  "Are you coming
home?"

   "I'm fine, but the weather isn't cooperating and I might be a few days
longer." She said.

   "That's too bad but; look at the money you'll be making." I tried to
sound concerned.

   "Well, that will be a bonus.  How are you guys getting along?"

   "Just fine; we went out to lunch and went to the zoo today and watched
some television."

   I called Becky to come talk to her mother on the phone.  "Becky, your
mom is on the phone." I figured to give her time to have a normal breathing
pattern, so as not to alert her mother to what we were doing.  Becky came
running and took the phone.

   "Hi mom," she said cheerily.

   "Hello, dear, are you behaving for Frenchie?" She asked.

   "Yes, mommy;" she replied.

   And she talked with her mother for about ten minutes and hung up.  Becky
told me her mother would call me when she was sure she was coming home and
not to worry about her.

   We went back to the bedroom and undressed again and climbed in bed,
snuggling, close and started kissing and caressing, each other.  It didn't
take "Possible" long to get up to size again and I rolled over onto Becky
and she tried to put it in again with better results this time.  I didn't
start thrusting in and out right off; I just let her cunt hold it ever so
tightly and enjoy the feeling.

   "Does that feel good, angel?"

   Softly she replied, "Oh, yes."

   Then, I started pulling it out and pushing it in, ever so slowly,
teasing both organs, while feeling up my angel and her caressing me.

   We soon increased the tempo to start bringing us to a level of feeling
that would spawn orgasms.  In and out, up and down, and Becky was doing her
part, matching my rhythm and movements.  Our breathing increased as we
kissed and held each other.

   `Oh what a feeling; oh what an angel and oh how lucky we are,' I
thought.

   Her body jerked sending an electric charge to my penis; it jerked in
response, the glans became sensitized, it grew larger on the moment.  She
jerked a gain.

   "Ow," she cried.  "Gr..." And she clenched her teeth and hissed through
them in rhythm with her breathing.  "Aw..." She screamed.

   It was upon us and I had to get ready if we were going to go over in
unison.  My prick was swollen beyond its limits; it felt so big and
sensitive.

   She started to buck up and down, extending the throw of the strokes, in
and out; she was riding it like a pro.  "Awe..." She screamed again. 
"Ps..." She mouthed.

   I kissed her full on the mouth, capturing her utterances and to distract
her from her impending fate.  "Mmm..." she said.  I felt her little
titties, her ass; I caressed her all over; held her head in my arms and
stroked her hair.

   We were in the throws of an orgasm; two orgasms to be precise.

   I felt a huge wave sweep over me and the feeling was so powerful that it
sucked me into her and I jammed my pelvis against hers and held on; I
couldn't move.  My prick was welded to her tight snatch, pumping the life
giving liquid into her body, ounce after hot ounce.

   "Ow..." She cried.  "Oh... Frenchie, don't stop!"

   I couldn't if I would have wanted to.  The feeling was so powerful that
I couldn't move; it felt great.  When it lessened a bit, and I could move,
I resumed thrusting in and out; occasionally it would stop and jerk with
another spasm; "Oh, god."

   We were both out of breath, lying in each others arms, wasted.  I kissed
her gently on the forehead and petted her hair and rubbed her little belly.
She cooed, softly.  Finally, she snuggled against me and was getting
comfortable to go to sleep.

   "No," I said, "We have to take a shower, then we can go to sleep.  Come
on, get up and let's go.  Then you can go to sleep in your pretty little
nightgown."

   She reluctantly came to the bathroom where I was getting the shower
ready for us to jump in.  We held each other as we were getting into the
shower; we washed each other and I explained that since we swapped body
fluids it was best to wash and dry ourselves thoroughly before going to
sleep.  She understood.

   She dressed in her pink nylon nightgown and I put my pajamas on and we
snuggled up.  I held her close in my arms.

   "Are you happy, sweetheart?" I asked.

   "Oh, yes." She answered.  "I love you very much, Frenchie."

   "And, I love you, angel." And I kissed her forehead and held her until
we were fast asleep.

   Laissez les bon temps roulez

   Let the good times roll

   Frenchie

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   "Soufiete" is a fictional story, copyright by Frenchie.

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