They say fame is a powerful aphrodisiac, and I'm inclined to agree. The best bit is that its powers have no respect for age.

At the time of this story, I was at the crest of a wave. I was a successful author - I'm still living off the profits - and a very famous man, especially among the children my books are aimed at. Only once in a while does an author have the level of fame that a pop star enjoys, but for half a decade I had all that. I'd written a story that had captured the hearts and minds of children everywhere, and especially young girls. I'd always had a thing for young girls, about ten or eleven, just beginning to wake up to the potential of their sexuality, and I deliberately aimed a new series of books at that age group, hoping to attract a bit of fan mail from my favourite type of girl.

What I didn't expect was for the book to go global, and for me to become a star almost overnight. I ended up going on world tours to promote first the opening book of the series, then the second book, then the film of the first book, on and on for weeks, then months, then years. I was caught up in a media whirlwind, and being a young, not-too-ugly man, I attracted more than just media attention. It turned out that I'd pitched the book just right, and thousands of young girls out there now saw me as their heartthrob. I would have screaming girls at my movie premiers, and after a while, a gaggle of young girls who would camp outside my hotel. Goodness only knows what their mothers were thinking, but the girls almost always came alone.

I started to entertain the possibility of getting to know some of these girls a little better, and my suspicions that they weren't all innocent were proven in the most unlikely way. One evening I went on a chat show and made some kind of off the cuff remark to the host that despite my star status, I still wasn't getting sent underwear in the post like some celebrities. It was all an innocent joke, except a couple of days later I received my first pair of pants.

They were worn, I was expecting that, but what I wasn't expecting was who they were from - a young girl, saying she was ten, had posted them to me. I glanced down at the bunched up pants in my hand, and slowly unfolded them. They were covered in cartoon figures for one of the shows popular among kids of that age, and were definitely kid size. I hurriedly pressed the crotch to my nose, and was rewarded with a musty aroma I hadn't smelled since I was young myself and had smelled a pair of my sister's pants for a dare. Instantly I was hard, and a few minutes later I was lying on my bed feeling very satisfied, the pants laying over my nose while my dick twitched in my hand.

It was the beginning of a phase of my life I still have trouble believing happened. The next day there were several pairs of pants in my fan mail, all from young girls, all worn. The flow increased until I was getting ten, twenty pairs a day, and lasted for months. And it wasn't just pants, either. The stories were the next thing to come, lurid accounts but childish in style, detailing everything these budding minxes wanted to do to me. And finally, about a fortnight later, the first pictures were coming through.

Some of them were innocent enough, just pictures of faces, or fully clothed shots. Others, though, were anything but. My favourite, the image that is still burned into my mind, is a young girl, absolutely naked, sat astride a hardback copy of my book, the spine in between her legs and an obvious streak of moisture on the dust jacket where she had rubbed herself back and forth over my name. I couldn't contain myself with that one, and had to change my trousers.

It stepped up a gear when I visited Norway, though. The girls there seemed to have read my books even though they were not translated into their native tongue, and they loved them just as much as anyone else. I got a lot of fan mail from blonde Norwegian girls, and for some reason their letters were naughtier than most. One little girl sent me several photographs of herself and a pair of little white cotton pants she had sealed in an airtight bag. When I opened the bag, the pungent aroma of little girl excitement escaped, and when I lifted the pants out, the crotch was still damp where she had fingered herself through the material. Best of all, her letter ended telling me she knew where my hotel was, and she would be waiting for me.

My heart leapt into my mouth. This was the first letter that promised real life action, if I had the guts to take her up on it. I studied the photos every single day, looking for something I hadn't seen before. They were mostly innocent, although in one shot she was wearing jeans with the zipper pulled all the way down, and it was clear she wasn't wearing pants beneath. I scanned and scanned that photo, hoping that I would spot the top of her sex, but the photo was just too well posed, and all I could be sure of was the slight beginnings of her pubic mound. Ella filled my thoughts for months, until it was time to be in Oslo.

Before I'd even made it to the hotel, I'd seen her. I went straight from the airport to a signing in a huge bookstore in town, and there she was, at the front of the crowd, smiling coyly at me. I had to fight very hard to hide my excitement, especially when she came up to the table with a copy of my book and handed it over, shyly averting her eyes. When I handed the book back with a very personal message inside, our eyes met for the first time, and it was electric.

She was at the hotel - after all I'd given her instructions how to get there - and waited in the crowd like I told her to. As I passed them all, I signed a few autographs, and when I got to Ella, I slipped a note I'd prepared into her hand, then carried on without a backward glance. If she really wanted to go as far as her letter promised, she would meet me outside the back door of the hotel in fifteen minutes.

I always had a limo when I was abroad, and always had my own driver, who flew with me and doubled as a bodyguard. Frank was a good man, discreet to the highest level, and I was about to find out how discreet. I sat in the car nervously waiting, until I saw her lithe little form emerge from the side of the building. Immediately Frank was out of the front of the car, and approaching the girl, opening one of the rear doors and beckoning her in. When he returned to the front of the car, the privacy screen was up in seconds.

Ella was every bit as gorgeous as her photos suggested. Her blond hair was braided, her face tanned a beautiful golden brown, and her eyes piercing blue. She wore a little white jacket, which she took off as soon as she was in the car, and beneath that a little tank top which was cut short to show off her taught, flat belly. The jeans she wore were practically indecent, and I recognised them from the photo I had lusted over so much. Even with the zip done all the way up they gaped on her hips, enough to let me know she was wearing white cotton pants today.

She sat down next to me, for the first time looking rather nervous, but still smiling. As soon as her door was closed, Frank set off. It was early evening, but already dark, and the smoked glass windows of the limousine ensured we would not be seen.

Ella's English was, it turned out, quite excellent, but we didn't do much talking before the nervousness we were both feeling took over. There was a great sense of anticipation in the car, and before long I found myself leaning in to kiss her. She didn't resist, instead hungrily meeting my mouth, making cute little whimpering sounds as we kissed. I kept it relatively clean for a few minutes, but sooner or later my base desires were going to take over, and I placed my hand on her exposed tummy.

Ella jumped slightly, but quickly settled down again, and carried on kissing me as my hand lazily made circles on her hot flesh. I broke the kiss to lean down and kiss her tummy, my hand drifting down to fall on her thigh. When I looked up at her face, Ella's eyes were closed, and her mouth was open, panting slightly. I continued to kiss her tummy all over, nuzzling the bottom of her top up a little with my nose every so often, whilst at the same time letting my hand slowly drift up her leg toward her groin. Her legs held together for all of three seconds before flopping open, granting me access.

My thumb was the first bit to make contact, hitting the thick seam of her jeans right over where her clitoris should have been. The touch was greeted with a gasp from Ella, and when I looked up she was biting her bottom lip with her eyes clenched tightly shut. I pressed again, working my thumb around and around, driving the seam into her soft flesh, and she moaned loudly every time I completed a circle.

I needed better access though, so I slipped off the seat and onto the floor between her legs - it was a good thing there was plenty of room in that limo. From here, I continued to kiss her tummy, going lower and lower until my lips were edging under the waistband of her jeans. With my hands I reached up and ever so carefully unsnapped the button of her jeans. The zip came apart easily, almost of its own accord, and I was greeted with the sight of the front of her pants.

They had some sort of generic cartoon character on the front, but it wasn't the sight that really got me, it was the aroma I released that took control of my senses. What I had smelled on her pants before was but a faint facsimile of what emerged from Ella's crotch at that moment. She was absolutely soaking wet, and very, very hot. I left her jeans for a moment and slid further down to take off her trainers. They slipped off easily, and I threw them to the other end of the car. Then I reached up and grabbed the waistband of her jeans. They slid off easily, no need for careful peeling here, and were soon around her ankles and then off.

I knelt up between Ella's legs and drew her towards me, pulling her hips to the edge of the seat and leaning forward to kiss her. As I did so, my hard dick, barely confined by the trousers I was wearing, pushed against the damp crotch of her pants, and she whimpered, a frown passing across her face. Then I was kissing her, her sweet lips on mine once more. We kissed like this for a few minutes, the slightest flex from Ella's hips moving herself up and down the hard lump between her legs. When I looked down, I could see the wetness having spread from her pants to my trousers, staining them.

I kissed down her neck ever so slowly, and then headed back to her tummy, getting a powerful waft of her fragrance as I did so. This time, though, my kissing headed upwards, and as it did so, I peeled her tight little top off, up past her bony ribs and eventually up and over her head when she raised her arms to help. Her nipples were little girl nipples, and all the more gorgeous for it. Tiny little spikes, they were as hard as anything, and sensitive to the warm wetness of my mouth. Ella gasped and moaned, gasped again and moaned again as I licked and sucked on her nipples. The driving of her crotch into me became more and more insistent, the rhythm clearer, and I could feel my orgasm start to build.

Not wanting to get there quite yet, I leant back and surveyed my lover. She was slumped right down in the chair, legs obscenely spread, wet crotch of her pants nearly translucent and pulled tightly across her mound. I could see the outer lips divided, and a dark pinkness within, all without having to even remove her underwear. She still had her socks on, too, and for the first time I noticed that they matched the pants. Cute.

When she realised I was no longer doing anything to her, Ella sat up with a rather dazed look on her face. It turned to a mischievous smile fairly quickly, and she pounced on me, pushing me to the floor. I lay on my back as she sat astride my waist and ground her crotch into the rather obvious bulge of my dick, her panting becoming more and more pronounced. Suddenly, when it seemed certain that we would both climax, she stopped and grinned at me again.

She shifted down my legs a little, and reached out a tiny little hand to grab my dick. I'm not exactly well-endowed, but with the fabric of my trousers to get hold of as well, her hand only fit about two thirds of the way around. She wanted more though, wanted to feel it for real, so she started undoing my pants. It was a little painful to watch her struggling with the zip, but eventually my trousers were open, and my dick was sticking up, tenting the front of my jockeys. Without any further hanging around, Ella grabbed both my trousers and pants and yanked them down, freeing my dick. She pulled them all the way down to my ankles and left them bunched around my shoes, before returning to my dick.

She looked like she'd seen one before, though not in real life, and tentatively picked it up off my lower stomach. She handled me for a minute, making me unbelievably hard, but didn't seem to want to use her mouth. I certainly wasn't going to force her, and instead I was treated to something a lot better. Rocking onto her back, Ella whipped off her pants and threw them in my face, giggling, before sitting down right on top of my dick. The back of it nestled right along her sex, and as she started a lazy rocking motion, back and forth, I could see it sawing through her lips.

The warm wetness was incredible, and I nearly came straight away, only just stopping myself. Ella slid up and down me for several minutes, the strokes getting longer and longer until the head of my dick lodged in the valley between her legs. I expected Ella to stop and reposition herself, but she'd clearly planned this, and slowly raised up on her knees, keeping the head of my dick trapped. Reaching between her legs, she grabbed the shaft of my dick and pushed it backwards a little. I could feel the beginnings of a little hole, and as Ella slowly dropped her weight down onto me, I could feel an incredibly tight ring of muscle stretching around the head of my dick. Slowly, ever so slowly, Ella inched her way down until I was about half way inside her and I could feel myself coming up against the entrance to her womb. I realised then that there had been no hymen to break, and I was as far as I could go into the girl.

Ella held herself still for a minute, and I could feel the ring of muscle at the entrance to her vagina clenching and unclenching, until finally it stopped moving and she was completely relaxed. Then she started the tiniest up and down movements, which grew as she loosened yet further and became used to the size of my dick. Soon she was bouncing up and down on me, stopped on her downwards strokes by the head of my dick banging into her cervix, and halted on the way up when the flared head of my dick lodged in the ring of muscle. I watched her sex for a couple of minutes, fascinated by the way it stretched obscenely around my dick, and the way her little clitoris poked out the front. On the inward strokes, I swear I could see her abdomen bulge slightly, and on the way out it really looked like I was going to turn her inside out as her hole clung on to me.

Clearly I wasn't going to last long like this. In fact, the only thing that stopped me coming inside the very first minute was the way in which Ella's body squeezed my dick, stopping me having full sensation. I couldn't hold off forever, though, and eventually my orgasm hit. I sank as deep into Ella as I could go and released the biggest load of my life into her immature vagina. She fell forwards on top of me as I came, exhausted and covered with a fine sheen of sweat. I hugged her little frame as she breathed heavily, head on my shoulder. I felt myself soften and slip gently out of her, followed by a trickle of my own semen mixed with her juices.

Eventually Ella recovered enough to look up at me, and smiled the same coy smile she'd given me the first time we met. She looked so lovely lying there that I had to grab her bottom and lift her up my body for a kiss, which she relished.

That wasn't the last time I saw Ella while I was in Norway, and she wasn't the only girl I bedded at the height of my fame, but it still sticks in my mind as the most memorable sex I've ever had.