Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.
Okay, I received a lot of emails recently asking what was going on with the Hotter series. What went on was that I released two chapters of Harriet Hotter and only received one email regarding it. So, to be honest, I thought no one was reading it and went on to write other stories. When I started getting requests to continue, it was hard to get back into the characters again.
I've got lots of stories. If you like a series in particular, please try to send me a note . . . even if it just says, "Liked it." Just so I know that it is being read.
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Harriet's sleep was fitful that night. Every dream was full of images of sex and greater perversity. She was dreaming that she was a boy and Heather was bouncing up and down on her cock. Her hips began to buck, as she felt cum from a glorious orgasm welling in her balls.
"Argh, I'm cumming!" she cried.
However, just as Harriet began to cum, the orgasm dissipated and the dream came to a crashing halt.
"Argh, I'm cumming!" Heather cried, as she bounced up and down atop her prone roommate. Her body bucked, trembled, and finally collapsed in a heap.
She looked up at her roommate through her sweaty disheveled blonde hair. "You didn't cum, did you, my poor little boy whore?" Heather grinned.
"N-no Mistress," Harriet groaned.
"Awwwww, poor widdle thing." Heather hopped off Harriet's wooden phallus, grabbed it, and pulled the protesting dark-haired girl to her feet by it.
"Come on, slut, time for a shower."
"B-but Mistress, I-I can't go like this." Harriet blushed a crimson red and pointed below at the obscene wand pointing out from her crotch.
"Well, put some underwear on and let's go."
Harriet opened her lingerie drawer and discovered to her horror that in place of her panties, the drawer was loaded with boy's underwear.
"B-but I can't-these aren't"
"Put them on or go naked, my little boy slut," Heather interrupted.
Reluctantly, Harriet put on a pair of tight white BVD's, pointing her faux cock to the side and out of the way. She placed a towel around her body, and prayed that the lump wouldn't show. She was able to walk discreetly to the showers and slip in unseen, sliding the curtain to the wall for utmost privacy.
"Oh my, our little witchie's grown a dickie. . ." one of the golems said.
"Hey everbody!" another announced.
"Shhhhh. . ." hissed Harriet. She could ill afford for the other girls to overhear the golems.
"Ohhh, the witchie's got a secret hmmmm? Come closer witchie, and I'll tell you how to keep it. . ."
Fifteen minutes later, poor Harriet walked out of the shower, her body trembling from her prolonged frustration. Her secret was safe from her fellow students, but there was little in the way of secrets that she held from the marble golems once they had finished having their fun.
It was a poor start to the day, and it rolled steadily downhill from there. Heather laid out a gray robe on the bed for Harriet to wear that was made out of an elastic material. It barely concealed the bulge in her underwear, but did nothing to hide the jutting hard points of her nipples.
"Heather, I need a bra."
"Boys don't wear bra's little twit and that's what you aren't you? My little boy whore - my cocked cunt."
"Please stop calling me that." Harriet begged as her body was wracked with need.
"Stop calling you what?"
"Boy whore-ahhh-oh shit-oh fuck-ahhh." Harriet moaned in a tormented state of ecstasy. She had forgotten what happened when she heard those dirty words, even when they came out of her own mouth.
"But that's what you are, aren't you? Come along little Hari-whore, let's go to class." Heather handed Harriet her spell book and satchel. "Here, boy, carry my books for me."
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The day provided Harriet with little relief. Thankfully, she didn't hear any of the words that seemed to set her sex on fire with lust, but she remained in a sort of horny haze anyway. She wasn't wearing a bra and she could feel her breasts moving with every step. It didn't help when it felt like every eye in school noticed her freely bouncing orbs and jutting nipples. Then there was the matter of the wand attached to her sex. It moved with every step, and fear of discovery kept it always on her mind.
Her Unlearning class was the only class that took her mind off these things momentarily. There, she learned about the first witch, Azreal. Azreal could part the mists of time and on occasion look into the future. It was Azreal who saw man's rise, the ultimate destruction of the other magical creatures that shared the planet, and the ultimate destruction of man as well.
Azreal set about finding and training other witches to help move the magical creatures to Avalon and then she sought to seal Avalon away, until it would be needed again. At the last moment, she was betrayed by her son Mordick, who slew his own mother and left the sealing undone. Azreal's sister sacrificed herself in order to kill Mordick and thwart his plans. This school, Frogwart's was built to fill in the breach that opens from this world to Avalon.
She learned that education of new witches was only the secondary duty of Frogwarts. The primary responsibility of all the witches here, including herself, was to safeguard Avalon until it is needed again.
'Well, they are depending on the wrong person to save the world; I can't even save myself from my perveted desires, let alone help anyone else,' Harriet thought to herself as she sat down for lunch with two of her new friends, Lovelle and Paige.
Lovelle and Paige both wore newly acquired black robes. The new students with gray robes shunned them, and they had not yet started eating with their black garbed sisters. Since most of the gray robed students shunned Harriet as well, she easily made friends with the two other outcasts.
"Hey Harriet, having fun?" asked Lovelle.
Harriet blushed in response. How could she tell her two friends of her sexual problems - of her inability to have an orgasm - or of her phallus shaped wand held snugly in her BVD's.
"It's been alright," said Harriet.
"Are you looking forward to the Macrosse match later this week?" asked Paige.
Harriet's eyes gleamed with her old fire. "You bet your ass - oh," Harriet gasped when she mistakenly uttered a curse word and her cunt clenched in response.
Harriet friends looked at her suspiciously. Something was obviously going on with Harriet. They couldn't quite place it, but judging from her hardened nipples and blushing cheeks, she almost looked as if she were sexually aroused.
