Unknown Girl, Female, 11 or 12

	- Tanned beige skin, 4'11, 105lbs, bright blue eyes, dark brown hair

To the sensuous, budding young girl who met my eyes and smiled with luscious lips as we passed each other on the street:

Do you know how beautiful you are? Do you know how men like me grow hard in your presence? Can you tell that my interest in you is more than just friendly? Your lovely long brown hair swished as you went by, accenting your blue eyes and your pink, pursed lips.

How many years have you seen? Eleven? Maybe twelve? You're tall for your age, long legs, slender hips with just a touch of your blossoming curves already there. The jeans you wore were tight, dark blue, pulled tightly against your crotch. I looked back as we passed to see you looking back at me, that wonderful smile still there, your bottom held tightly in your jeans, swaying, drawing my eyes like a hummingbird to nectar. I stared as you walked on, soaking in your beauty and growing erect.

The shirt you wore, you know, that simple pink and white long-sleeve shirt, the one which was almost see-through. Yes, I'm sure you know your budding, puffy breasts were visible underneath. How could you not? Was that why you smiled? You knew I saw your young breasts? Does it turn you on when men like me gaze upon your tits, so young and soft and lovely? You were proud of your young tits, I know, my dear, and you should be. They are lovely buds, simply lovely. Your smile told me you were growing wet from my gaze on those small, puffy mounds.

And I know you grow wet often. A budding young girl with such beauty. You're aware of the way your pussy swells and becomes slick when you touch yourself, when you think about what it might feel like for a man like me to be the one touching you there. Do you yet orgasm? Has your life been so wonderful that your young body can tremble in orgasm? I expect you've enjoyed many, perhaps even your next time on the toilet you might explore yourself again, drawing wetness from your cunt and sniffing your fingers. What do you smell? Do you like your odors? Your unique, wonderful odors? I want you to know that I would worship your scent. Sacrifice to it. I'd willingly drown in it.

Do you know what I want to do? I'd love to take your hand and kiss it, making you blush and giggle, then I'd touch your face and look into your sweet, blue eyes. I'd draw you closer and kiss your lips. Gently at first, then I'd press my tongue between your lips and feel you suck in your breath. Have you kissed a man before, or have you only practiced with your young girlfriend? Do those sweet little girls taste lovely? You certainly do, my dear.

I'd caress your young breasts, those small, puffy mounds just a hint of what you will develop, just a snapshot in the early days of your puberty, enough to make me swell with lust at the sight of them. Do you like to touch your tits? Do you imagine me touching them? Can you see me pulling off your shirt and taking each of your puffy tips between my lips, sucking each until your little nipples harden. Are you growing wet thinking about this?

Do you know where my fingers are going next? Yes, you know, don't you? Your fingers have been there before. Recently, even. The morning you smiled at me, you'd touched yourself down there moments earlier. Do your fingers still smell like your sex? Did the slickness there taste sweet and tart and delicious? When you looked into my eyes as we passed, were you aware of how your aroma was soaking into your panties, just waiting for a man like me to draw them down and sniff them?

I'd kiss you deeply, your sweet little lips trembling lightly as my fingers draw down your jeans and your panties. Oh, your sweet panties! Do you see the wetness inside? Did I make you wet, my dear? The way my eyes met yours, the way I looked down at your puffy tits, how my eyes strayed further down to watch your thighs slide together? Oh, yes, I know it made you wet when you turned back after passing me to see my eyes on your gorgeous ass.

I want to pull your panties to my nose and inhale your scent. Over and over I'd sniff your odors, those special scents that only your pussy and ass can make. The odor is so you. I'd bathe in your scent if I could. I wish I could smell you on me all the time.

And there's something more in your scent. Something more mature than your eleven or twelve years. Are you fertile? Is that your ovulation I smell? Your fertile young body releasing its scent so that I will know what might happen if I left my seed inside you? Oh, my love, how I wish to impregnate you!

Oh, budding young girl, I want you to sniff your panties while I slide between your legs! Inhale your own odors, know yourself intimately the way I do. I see you know what comes next even if you've never before had a man between your legs. Your thighs, they spread on their own, don't they? What would I see between those lovely thighs?

A downy, light-brown covering of fur, surely. But just an accent, first hairs a new thing for you, a delightful addition to your maturing body. You love to touch the hairs, don't you? So soft and lovely. I'd stroke you there, as well, caressing your slender Mons Venus a moment before letting my eyes drift lower.

Oh, my dear, your pussy! Oh, your sweet, pink pussy! It's so small! Just a slit, really. Reddish folds of your labia minora are barely visible to my eyes, barely peeking out between your puffier majora. Oh, my dear! I can smell you as I lean closer. Oh, so delightful, so heady, so you!

And what's this? Right at the top of your tiny slit. Are you excited, young lady? Excited that I am between your legs? Excited to have my breath on your virgin pussy? I think you are excited! Your little clit has grown erect! Oh, how delightful! It throbs with each beat of your heart. Or is it my heart which drives its rhythm? I can see it pulsing, pulsing, pulsing, swelling with your arousal. You want this as much as I do!

My tongue melts along your slit, the heat of your little girl sex like nothing I've ever known. A furnace against an icicle. So hot and lovely. Oh, you like that, my dear? Just a quick lap against your pussy and you purred? Oh, we're going to enjoy each other. I feel you tensing already!

Mmm, my lovely girl, you are wet! Your juices are pure and delicate, such a simple, clean flavor drooling from your virgin hole. Oh, your flesh is wonderfully smooth and soft! Purr for me, little kitten. Purr as I lick your naked vulva. That's it, purr and moan and sigh and pant and purr and moan and... Oh, you are wonderful! If your scent is my religion, your pussy is my goddess. I worship your body, little girl, oh, I worship you with my tongue.

But you want something more, don't you? I see it when you look down your body to watch my tongue disappearing into your virgin vagina. You're holding back. I can see it. I can feel it. You want something more than my tongue inside you, my dear, and I'm ready to give it to you!

Have you ever seen a penis, my love? An erection? Look at me now! That is for you, my love. My hardness, my erection, every throb is for you. Every drop of cream sliding out of the tip is because of you. You make me hard just to be so close to you.

When you passed me on the street, your bright blue eyes met mine and you smiled at me. This is the moment we shared in those spare seconds, the moment which made you grow wet when you looked at me, the moment which my erection swelled to achieve.

Do you feel me throbbing against your slender thigh? Yes, you caused that, my love. I'm so close to your treasure, so close to penetrating you and making you a woman, my love. I feel you trembling. Shhh... It's okay to be nervous, little one, I'm nervous, too. I feel giddy, like a child, so close to your most treasured gift, your precious, silky, soft, slippery sex, a gift your body is finally ready to give me.

Over your body, I kiss you like a lover, not like the little girl you are. Budding, yes, but still little. And, oh, my dear, my penis is having difficulty sliding into you! I hear your grunts as I push and gain no ground. Open yourself, my love, open yourself and take me inside. That's it. Oh, my love... I'm in you now. I'll be gentle. I'll hold still. I know it feels big. You're so small there!

Does it hurt, this first time? A little, I can tell, but the arms you've wrapped around me tell a different story, they tell me not to stop. Oh, my dear... oh, god, my love, my little lover. I'm inside you and you are the tightest, most lovely young woman to ever live. Oh, my love, that's it. It feels good now that I'm inside, doesn't it? I cannot believe you take so much of me! Oh, I'm throbbing inside you. Throbbing.

And that's my precum, my love. Precum spurting inside your pussy. You know why? Because you are so lovely, so beautiful, so tight and hot and slick! Do you realize that you're not a virgin any more? See the light-red streaks on my penis? That's the signs of your maidenhead tearing. You've given yourself to me, your first, your only.

Making love is what we do, my dear. We're not fucking or humping or banging. No, we make love. Hold on to me, my love. That's it. Oh yes, I can move inside you again. So tight, you are. So amazingly tight. I'm swelling in your cunt. Can you feel me growing bigger? Do you know what will happen next?

When I looked into your eyes on the street, I know we shared this moment in our imaginations. Your eyes meeting mine, looking up at me with love and trust and pleasure on your face. I feel you shudder, shudder, quivering below me. You're so close... so close... I feel you clenching around me. Do you know how much I love it when your pussy grabs me? When it milks me?

Your scent is my weakness, your wetness my heaven on earth, your body is my house of worship, and your smile is all the divine mercy I'll ever need. I throb for you even now. I throb to think of you.

Oh, your sighs and moans, my love! Sweet music to my ears. Sweet, driving music that makes me thrust a little harder, pushing inside a little further, stretching you around me, mating with you. You're fertile, aren't you, my dear? You know it as much as I do. And you're ovulating... I could smell it on your panties. You know how babies are made. You know what it means to be impregnated. We mate not just to make love, but to inseminate you, to fill you with my seed so that one lucky sperm might find your young egg and fill you with my child. I see in your eyes you know this deeply. You want this, my love? You want me to impregnate you? To fill your fertile pussy with my seed?

Yes, my love, look into my eyes as you cum. I feel it. I feel you cumming. Oh, my love, cum with my penis deep inside your little body. Oh, god, my love. Oh, god. I'm there. I'm with you. I'm filling you.

Cumming together in pure bliss. Your eyes on mine, those bright blues so gorgeous, your lips pursed and parted. I hear your long moans, your shudders driving me on, driving me crazy, making me fill you with my sticky, scalding, surging love. Unloading inside you is the most right thing in the world. Filling you with my seed. Can you feel me swelling? Can you feel each throb sending my cum into your body? My warm cream splashing inside you? You're so tight that I'm stretching your opening, stretching your little hole, soon stretching your belly, too, when my seed finds your egg.

Our lips meeting together again seals our fates. I feel you quivering, trembling, fluttering, your vagina clenching and milking and squeezing every drop into you, drawing it deeper, deeper, your waiting egg so ready to unite with my sperm, my tiny swimmers seeking it out, my cock pushing in again to help them on even as I grow soft, though just barely. Your tightness holds me inside, not one drop of my love sliding out of you as we finish mating and ensure that your young, fertile womb will soon hold my child.

When you turned back to watch me pass you, those luscious lips smiling, those bright blue eyes shining, did you know then how I would bring myself to orgasm one, two, three times that night while thinking of you? Thinking about this exquisite moment? Those gorgeous lips, those sweet, soft, puffy breasts, a heart-shaped ass that any man would grow hard to see. Each time I thought of you I swelled. I wanted you, my love, I wanted your perfect bottom, your virgin pussy, your intimate odors. I wanted to mate with you, to fill you with my seed, with my child, with my love, so that you would know, oh, you would know, my love, that you are the only one for me, for all time, you and only you.

All of this, my young love, all of this rushed through my mind in those spare seconds when you looked at me with those bright blue eyes and smiled that lovely smile with luscious lips and hips which swayed and just enough of a look back to let me know that you, too, had thought all of this and imagined my seed rushing inside you, your pussy swollen and stretched, and our child soon growing inside your fertile young body. Mmmm, my love, mmmm...