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Harriet Hotter and the Sorcerer's Bone

Chapter 1

Harriet Hotter and the Sorcerer's Bone Ch.1 
by Couture
email: couture_writes@hotmail.com

(Ff, humil, etc.)

Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by 
sexually explicit stories and situations.

(c) 2001 Couture


"Har-ee-et! Get in here right now!"   

'Oh, this is not good.  Not good at all," Harriet thought, 
as she put down her toothbrush and spit the toothpaste out 
of her mouth, not even bothering to rinse it out.  She 
hurried to her bedroom - well it wasn't really her bedroom.  
It was Chloe's bedroom, as she had so often been told.  She 
only shared it with Harriet.  

Harriet was running by the time she reached Chloe's bedroom 
door, her pert ass flashing from the bottom of the towel 
she had wrapped around her waist that threatened to come 
undone.  She opened the door and entered to see what kind 
of trouble she had gotten into with Chloe.  

Chloe sat holding the skirt Harriet had worn yesterday and 
she looked very angry.  "You little bitch!  You have no 
respect for my privacy at all, do you?  What did I tell you 
about knocking, when the door is closed?" Chloe demanded.

Harriet looked down at her feet and stuttered, "Y-you said 
t-to always knock first be-before entering ma-am."

"Well . . . go back and do it right," Chloe said, snatching 
off the towel covering of Harriet's body.  Here, give me 
that before you go.  I have something on my shoe." 

Harriet turned swiftly and left the room, closing the door 
quietly behind her, covering her nakedness with her hands 
as best she could.   Shivering from the cold, her nipples 
hardened causing Harriet additional embarrassment as she 
knocked lightly on the door.  "Ma'am, can I please come 
in?" she asked.  It wasn't lost on her that two weeks ago, 
she would have never believed she would wind up in this 
predicament.

***

Two weeks earlier, Harriet was getting in the car with 
Chloe, as she did every morning so her cousin could take 
her to school.  Harriet had no other choice, because she 
didn't have a car or a license and had little hope of 
getting either until she was out on her own.  Just as she 
was sitting down, Chloe turned to her and said, "You should 
say, thank you ma'am for taking me to school today."

'Smart-ass!' Harriet thought, as the bile rose in her 
throat and her anger threatened to boil over. But, she had 
to control herself, because whenever there was a fight 
between Harriet and Chloe, in her aunt's eyes, it always 
seemed to be Harriet's fault. What made matters worse, was 
that just this morning, Chloe had pleaded with her mother 
to get out of taking *the geek* to school, but her mom said 
she had to anyway and that was final. 

Finally, the anger grew too much for Harriet's small body. 
"You're only my cousin, not my momma.  You're only taking 
me to school, because Auntie Hotter told you to anyway," 
Harriet smarted off, before she realized her mistake.

Chloe only looked at Harriet and cocked an eyebrow at her.  
This always served to frighten Harriet, because Chloe 
didn't give her that look often. It always happened when 
Harriet thought she had outsmarted Chloe, however, Chloe 
would always give her the look then pretend nothing was 
wrong, allowing Harriet to feel the joy of finally winning 
a confrontation.  Then, just when Harriet had forgotten 
what caused the look in the first place, Chloe would come 
up with something extremely wicked to punish Harriet with.

***

A few days later, while Harriet was sitting in the seat of 
Chloe's car, she began to feel a little twinge - an itch 
really.  The problem was it was on her privates.  She tried 
to ignore it, but it soon became unbearable.  Looking over 
to make sure Chloe wasn't watching; she placed her hand in 
her lap.  Then, using her middle finger, she rubbed up and 
down her pussy with a barely perceptible motion.  She 
sighed with relief and went to move her hand back to her 
side, but her relief was short-lived, the itch came back 
stronger than before.

She scratched again trying to keep her movements hidden, 
however, that just didn't seem to relieve the itch at all.  
Forgetting about decorum, she used her fingernail and 
scratched much harder this time.  

"Playing with your self now?" asked Chloe, with a knowing 
smirk on her face.

"No.  I'm itching for some reason," responded the 
discomforted teen.

"I bet," snorted Chloe.  Much to Harriet's dismay, her 
cousin kept a watchful eye on her making it impossible to 
scratch herself in peace.  However, soon the itching became 
unbearable and Harriet shifted in her seat, trying to use 
the seat, her thighs, anything to relieve the maddening 
itch in her crotch.  It didn't work, as a matter of fact, 
the itch was worse.  'She'll just have to see me,' thought 
Harriet, as she moved her hand to her crotch.

"Go ahead, rub that pussy, you little masturbator," Chloe 
said, deriding her cousin.

Harriet blushed at the older girl's words, but it was no 
use, she had to relieve the itch. With her skirt bunched up 
around her hand, Harriet scratched her pussy trying to 
relieve the unremitting prickle.  It was a great relief, 
but when she stopped it came back worse than before. 

"If you are going to stroke the kitty Harriet, you might as 
well do it right," said Chloe, humiliating her cousin even 
further.  "If you put your hand in your panties to pet it, 
you can really make it purr."

'Bitch!' Harriet thought, her face grimacing from trying to 
resist scratching.  It was useless; and worse, Chloe was 
right, it would be better if she could feel her fingernails 
against her skin.  She *needed* to feel her fingernails 
against her skin.

"Augh, it itches!" groaned Harriet.  Not caring anymore 
about what Chloe thought of her, Harriet pulled her skirt 
up, exposing her panties, then pushed her hand underneath 
them and began scratching her itching pussy for all she was 
worth.  

Chloe grinned from ear to ear.  'That little bitch Harriet 
will think twice before she smarts off at me again.  A 
little itching powder in the panties will teach her who the 
boss is.  This will be my best stunt ever,' thought the 
older girl.  Then she recognized the girls in the Explorer 
behind her and she began to slow down.  'Yes, and it just 
keeps getting better and better.' 

Harriet was too busy relieving her itch to pay attention to 
the slowing vehicle.  Her face had an almost orgasmic look 
of pleasure, as she soothed the burning in her crotch with 
her fingers.  She looked over momentarily at Chloe only to 
see her cousin's face wrinkled in mock disgust.  The sound 
of a car horn next to her startled her, causing her to jerk 
her hand out of her panties and look to the left.  'Oh 
God!' it was three girls from her school, pointing and 
laughing at her.  How would she ever explain?  Harriet 
blushed and covered her face with her hands to escape from 
the embarrassment.  Then Chloe shifted gears and the car 
sped off, leaving Harriet wondering if her cousin had let 
the girls see her on purpose or if Chloe had been just as 
surprised as she had been.

Finally, they arrived at school without Harriet suffering 
further humiliation.  The poor girl had managed not to 
scratch herself again, but the need to do so was rising.  
"You better not embarrass me today Hari," warned Chloe, as 
Harriet left the car.  Harriet didn't even give a retort, 
she was too busy rushing to the bathroom to relieve her 
itch.

***

The school day was horrible, probably the worst in 
Harriet's life.  Usually, she enjoyed school.  Well, except 
for being the geek part.  With her long black frizzy hair, 
glasses, and being straight as a stick, it excluded her 
from hanging out with the *in* crowd.  Then, there was the 
fact that she had to wear Chloe's hand-me-downs.  Now, I 
know what you are thinking, Chloe had very nice clothes so 
what was the problem?  Well, Harriet didn't get those 
clothes, you see. Chloe didn't give clothes to Harriet 
until they were sufficiently worn and hopelessly out of 
style.  She also took this a step further by making sure 
nothing she gave Harriet matched.  

But even with all this, school was the one place where 
Harriet could get away from Chloe and her aunt.  It was 
also a place where people liked her because she was smart 
and she wasn't picked on all the time -- like she was at 
home.

However, today all that changed.  Due to the itching *down 
there*, it made it impossible to concentrate on the 
question her teacher's were asking.  In her first class she 
was thankfully able to sneak a few scratches in to relieve 
the horrible itching.  However, by her second class word 
had gotten around that Harriet had been caught masturbating 
on the way to school.  They watched her closely after that, 
not allowing Harriet a moment of respite.  Unable to stand 
it anymore, she asked to go to the bathroom during class so 
she could scratch herself in privacy.  When she left, 
everyone stared at her and grinned. Harriet could almost 
feel the mockery from them as she left the room. 

Harriet ran to the bathroom with tears in her eyes, but 
thankful she could relieve the itching, if only for a 
moment.  She locked the door to the stall, pulled her 
panties to her ankles, and sat down on the toilet with her 
dress hiked up.  Then she began tracing her sex with her 
fingernail, enjoying the wonderful feeling of relief.  She 
started to pay attention to how it felt when she touched 
certain parts of her pussy.  Running her fingernail through 
her dark brown pubes calmed the itching, but she noticed 
that when she traced it along the moist pink lips of her 
sex; the itching faded away - to be replaced by a warm 
tingly feeling.  

She had been feeling a bit of the tingly feeling all day, 
while her thoughts were consumed by her itching pussy and 
knowing that people were looking at her.  She saw her 
little pearl peek out of its hood and wondered if she 
dared.  Harriet wasn't even feeling the itch anymore and 
she gave an experimental squeeze of her clit.  

"Ahh!" she moaned in pleasure.

"Masturbator!" she heard shouted above her.  Harriet looked 
up and saw Jenny Morris, causing her to almost faint from 
humiliation.  The distraught girl leaned forward covering 
her nakedness.

"I didn't believe them at first, but it's true.  Wait 'till 
I tell everyone.  This is gonna be so fucking funny!" 
laughed Jenny.

"Please don't tell.  Please -- I'm begging you Jenny."

"Oh, I don't know about that Harriet.  Think about how 
funny everyone will think this is."

"Please Jenny, I'll do anything you want.  Just don't tell 
anyone."

'This is horrible,' thought Harriet.  'How will I ever live 
this down.' She watched her tears splatter against the tile 
floor.  Then, she heard a knock at the door of the stall.

"Anything?" asked Jenny, her voice almost a whisper.

Harriet pulled her panties back up and her dress back down 
over her legs then turned the latch at the door.  Jenny 
opened the door and then closed and latched it behind her.

"Yes," muttered Harriet, wiping away her tears.  Maybe she 
could get out of this after all.

"Let me see you do it," said Jenny, her eyes flashing at 
the sitting girl.

Harriet's eyes widened in disbelief at the petulant girl 
"What?" she sputtered.

"I want to see you do it.  I want to watch you while you 
masturbate."

Harriet couldn't believe it.  This girl wanted to watch her 
do it - to masturbate.  The very thought of it was both 
horrifying and arousing at the same time.  But, it seemed 
to be the only way out of her fix.  "You promise you won't 
tell anyone."

"I promise," Jenny said, crossing her fingers behind her 
back.

Reluctantly, Harriet pulled her skirt back up, exposing her 
panties.  Then she put her hand beneath the white cotton 
and began to scratch herself while Jenny looked on.  The 
look in Jenny's leering eyes caused Harriet to blush and 
turn her gaze back to the digits moving within her panties.

"No, I want to *see* you," Jenny said, grabbing Harriet 
wrist and pulling her hand out of her panties.  Then she 
grabbed both of the small girl's hands, guiding them as 
Harriet followed the unspoken orders and pulled her panties 
off.  

"Here, let me help." Still holding both of Harriet's hands, 
Jenny moved around behind the sitting girl and straddled 
the toilet.  Now both girls shared the seat, with Harriet 
between Jenny's legs.  Jenny guided one of Harriet's hands 
to her red puffy pussy and began to move it up and down and 
in circles, until Harriet got the message and began 
stroking and teasing her pussy.  "What's that?" the girl 
asked pointing to the red birthmark on Harriet's pubic 
mound.  

"It's a birthmark," Harriet replied.  She didn't know where 
the red mark had come from, she assumed it had always been 
there.  

"It's cute, it kind of looks like a flame.  Hot . . . hot 
pussy.  Harriet hot pussy," Jenny said, embarrassing 
Harriet further, as she ran the small girl's hand other 
hand up and down her thighs, until the be speckled girl 
opened her legs widely.  Next she brought the hand to 
Harriet's breasts.  

Through a haze of lust, Harriet looked down in wonder. 
Somehow, by just moving Harriet's hands, Jenny had 
succeeded in getting Harriet to strip herself and lewdly 
rub sex and pinch and pull on her smallish nipples.  

Harriet could feel something building up and she worried 
that she was about to pee in front of Jenny.  "No - No 
please, I'm about to pee!" she cried between her moans.  

Jenny pulled Harriet's coated hand from between her legs 
and then guided her left hand in its place.  "You really 
have never done this before, have you?" she asked.  "You're 
a little virgin aren't you?

Harriet blushed.  Yes, she was a virgin, but that was not 
something you went around and told everybody, if you didn't 
want to get made fun of.  However, it wasn't something she 
could very well hide, when she sat there playing with 
herself in front of Jenny.  "Yes," she muttered softly.

"Wow, this is great," exclaimed Jenny.  "I have my very own 
virgie!  You are just going to love this Hari, you are 
about to discover your pussy!  When, I'm finished with you, 
you're gonna love that little pussy so much!"

Jenny directed Harriet's hand back down to her sex and 
began to give the young girl a guided tour of her pussy. 

"Feel those Harriet, that's your cunt lips.  Pull them out 
and away, now put the lip between your finger and your 
thumb and rub it up and down.  That's good, pull it out and 
away again.  It feels good doesn't it?  Do you love the way 
your pussy feels?"

Harriet's chest was beginning to heave as the arousal 
permeated her body.  "Yes," she gasped, it did feel good, 
it felt real good.  The itching was only a vague memory.

"Talk to me Hari, tell me you love your pussy," commanded 
Jenny, pulling Harriet's hand off of her cunt.

"I love it.  I love my pussy," Harriet said and she was 
rewarded by Jenny pressing her hands back to her sex.
"Now touch your clit.  Yes, right there, pull the skin 
above it up toward your belly button.  My - my Harri, you 
have a big clit for such a small girl. As a matter of fact, 
I think you have the biggest clit I've ever seen.  Gently 
rub around it now, that's the magic spot."

Harriet moaned loudly, as she circled her clit with her 
index finger, her hips thrusting upwards involuntarily.

"You love that clit don't you Hari?  Tell me you love it 
baby!"  Jenny said, pulling Harriet's struggling hands away 
from her sex.  

"I love it, I love my clit," Harriet moaned, trying to 
force her hand back to her sex.

"Not yet," admonished Jenny, maneuvering Harriet's hand to 
the opening of her pussy and aiming a finger in.  Harriet 
pushed a finger into her sex, but stopped just shy of her 
hymen.  

"Why are you - oh you are a real live virgie, aren't you?  
Well, take your finger all the way out and then push it 
back in.  Out - in - out - in, that's called fucking - 
*finger-fucking*.  You are fucking yourself now Hari."

Harriet was possessed by her mounting passion.  She worked 
her finger in and out of her sex, enjoying this wonderful 
feeling.  'Why did I wait so long to do this?' Harriet 
thought.
    
Jenny eased her hand inside of her own panties and began to 
masturbate as well.  "Listen to those wet fuck sounds you 
are making Hari.  You are a nasty girl aren't you?  You 
love pussy don't you Hari?  Tell me again how you love 
pussy."

Harriet had never felt these feelings before.  The 
naughtiness and the pleasure had her head swimming in a 
sexual haze.  She loved it and she didn't want to stop.  "I 
love it.  I love pussy," she said, as her fingers began to 
thrust faster, threatening to break her hymen.

"Easy there baby, you'll break it," Jenny said, pulling 
Harriet's hand out of her pussy.  Harriet struggled against 
the blonde, but Jenny was stronger.  "Do you love it? Do 
you love pussy?"

"Yes," Harriet begged.  "I love pussy.  I love pussy."

"That's it girl.  Keep telling me that," Jenny said, 
allowing Harriet to stroke her clit again.

"I love pussy.  I love pussy. Ahhhh I love pussy. . . " 
Harriet repeated, as she leaned back against Jenny.

The blonde girl hugged her arms around Harriet and ran her 
hands down from her smallish breasts to her dripping sex.  
"Can I touch it Hari?  Can I feel your hymen?" 

"Yes," Harriet moaned, her body writhing in pleasure, as 
she reluctantly removed her hands from her sex.  

Jenny slipped her finger up into Harriet's hot channel, 
exploring the inexperienced girl's cunt and prodding 
threateningly at her hymen.  "Would you give it to me Hari?  
Can I have your virginity?" Jenny asked.  "Then, when 
someone asks where you lost your special thing, would you 
tell them that you gave it to Jenny while you were in the 
bathroom?" 

Harriet nodded imperceptibly.  

"I bet you would beg me to take it, if I asked you to," 
Jenny said, keeping her fingers perfectly still inside 
Harriet's squirming body.  "Beg me Hari, beg me to make you 
a woman."  

Harriet opened her legs wider and tried to thrust against 
Jenny's finger.  "Please Jenny," she begged.  "Make me a 
woman."  Her virginity seemed a small price to pay for the 
pleasure she felt lay just beyond her reach.

Harriet felt Jenny pull her hand back beneath Jenny's 
skirt.  She didn't need to be told what to do as she pushed 
her hand underneath the dominant girl's panties and began 
to stroke her wet sex.

Jenny withdrew her finger form Harriet's pussy and placed 
it a few inches from her mouth, her other she placed a few 
inches beyond her pussy.  
 
Jenny brought Harriet's hand up to the young girl's face 
and Harriet no longer fought against Jenny's control.  
"Look at that Hari.  It's coated with your fuck juice.  
Smell it, smell the aroma of your cunt and tell me if you 
still love it," Jenny said, as she listened to Harriet 
whisper quietly.  "I can't hear you."

"I love it - I love pussy," Harriet said louder than 
before.  She inhaled her musky scent.  It wasn't bad, but 
it wasn't as much fun as playing with her self either.  

Jenny forced Harriet's fingers right under her nose. "Smell 
it like you love it!" she ordered.  

Harriet obeyed, breathing deeply of her pungent odor.  
While she did so, Jenny teased the young girl's pubic hair.  
She placed her forefinger in between Harriet's lips.

"Taste it.  Taste yourself Hari!" Jenny ordered and turned 
her head to the side in distaste. Jenny responded by moving 
her hand to Hari's thigh and massaging it.  The poor girl 
looked down to see what why the hand below was no longer 
giving her pleasure.  When she did, she noticed the hand 
moved down flicking her distended labia with a fingernail.  
The young girl threw her head back in frustration and 
moaned loudly and she felt the hand move up to her belly.  

'So that's it,' thought Harriet.  'A finger for a finger.' 
  She looked at the wet coated finger in front of her face 
and knew what must be done.  She leaned forward and stuck 
out the tip of her pink tongue and sampled the taste of her 
sex.  She was rewarded with a gentle caress of her tiny 
nubbin.   "Ahh," she moaned in pleasure, before swallowing 
the digit in her mouth.  As she did so, Jenny's finger was 
inserted once more into her hot pussy.  Soon the young girl 
was moving her head to and fro, sucking the finger like a 
small cock, while Jenny worked her from below.  

Jenny switched hands and pulled Harriet's right hand from 
her pussy and moved her left hand in place.  Next, Jenny 
balled up her hand which was already slick with Harriet's 
juices and spit inside of it.  Then she brought the 
dripping fist up to Hari's face.  "That's my pussy Hari.  
Fuck it with your finger."  

Harriet was puzzled by Jenny's statement, but couldn't see 
the harm.  With the index finger that was already soaked 
with Jenny's juices, she proceeded to push it in and out 
the hole in the blonde's fist, making wet sounds with each 
thrust.

"Do you love pussy Hari?"

"Yes."

"Do you love my pussy?" Jenny said, moving her opposite 
hand up and proceeded to diddle with Harriet's clit.

"Yes," Harriet moaned.

Jenny pulled her hand away from Hari's thrusting finger and 
brought it to her mouth.  "Then lick it.  Lick my pussy," 
she ordered.  

Harriet didn't understand the point in licking the wet 
dripping hand, but if it led to the feeling of pleasure she 
felt lay just out of reach . . . Upon her realization, she 
eagerly thrust her tongue into Jenny's fist and licked out 
every trace of nectar she could find and Jenny rewarded 
Hari by working the young girl's clit faster and faster

Jenny was beside herself with wicked glee.  She had the 
little virgie, practically begging to lick her pussy.  
Soon, she hoped she could give the little geek a chance at 
the *real thing*.  The very thought was enough to push her 
over the edge and her hips ground her own mound against 
Harriet's pert ass.  

Harriet's mind grew dim, as she suddenly felt a tingly 
feeling all over her body.  The feeling grew, becoming a 
hot wet liquid wave of pleasure that began from outside of 
her body then passed through and concentrated in her pussy.

She was cumming!

The two girls became a writhing mass of limbs as their 
bodies shook with orgasm.  Suddenly, all the doors to the 
stalls flew open and the toilets flushed themselves in 
unison.  As the spent girl's came down from their high, 
Jenny listened to the sound of water running from all the 
faucets in the restroom.  "Oh God, what the fuck happened?" 
she mumbled.

Harriet's body hung limply in Jenny's lap.  She rolled her 
head back, and whispered, "Oh God, what have I done . . ."

. . . to be continued.


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