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 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
to get out of taking *the geek* to school, but her 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 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 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 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 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 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 will teach her who the
boss is. This will be my best stunt ever,' thought the
older girl. Then she recognized the 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 and look to the left. 'Oh
God!' it was three 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 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 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 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 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 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 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
"What?" she sputtered.
"I want to see you do it. I want to watch you while you
masturbate."
Harriet couldn't believe it. This 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
off.
"Here, let me help." Still holding both of Harriet's hands,
Jenny moved around behind the sitting and straddled
the toilet. Now both shared the seat, with Harriet
between Jenny's legs. Jenny guided one of Harriet's hands
to her puffy 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
asked pointing to the birthmark on Harriet's pubic
mound.
"It's a birthmark," Harriet replied. She didn't know where
the 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
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 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 so much!"
Jenny directed Harriet's hand back down to her sex and
began to give the a guided tour of her pussy.
"Feel those Harriet, that's your 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 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 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 and began to
masturbate as well. "Listen to those wet fuck sounds you
are making Hari. You are a nasty aren't you? You
love 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 hugged her arms around Harriet and ran her
hands down from her smallish 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 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 and began
to stroke her wet sex.
Jenny withdrew her finger form Harriet's 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 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 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 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
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 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
was moving her head to and fro, the finger like a
small cock, while Jenny worked her from below.
Jenny switched hands and pulled Harriet's right hand from
her 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 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 in the blonde's fist, making wet sounds with each
thrust.
"Do you love 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 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 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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