Good Help Is Hard To Find

Part One

By Honey Moon

When Erica Stevens turned nineteen, she decided she wanted a very special present. Having kept it a secret to avoid scandalizing mother, she was now twenty-one and still hadn't received her gift! It was maddening! She needed to find love, but had no interest in any of the men in her circle.

“I'm an old maid.” The lovely woman said as she brushed her long raven hair the day after her twenty-first birthday. “I'm still a virgin, and it's all your fault. When will I ever find a lover with you in the picture?”

The woman rapped the source of her discontent with her sterling silver brush, very lightly though. It was quite sensitive, after all.

Erica somehow was born with facets of both man and woman. Tall and well formed, Erica was a natural beauty. She had a bosom the young men of her social circle were drawn to like moths to a flame. Erica also had the mons Venus with labia majora and minora shared by all daughters of Eve. She had something else as well. Set just above them, slightly higher than on a male, but she had no way of knowing that, she had a complete complement of male genitalia.

“This was just uncalled for.” The beauty scolded the twelve inch penis that God, on one of his more humorous days, had gifted her. “And these are just nonsense!”

She cupped the purse of smooth supple flesh below her manhood,. She felt the firm orbs within, big as plums. The mass of them hung down to partially obscure her feminine self. She wasn't exactly angry though. Her testicles (she had once looked it up in the encyclopedia in father's library) and penis had provided her with hours of lonely enjoyment over the last few years.

She had suspected young men did something to give themselves relief when the fool thing grew rigid. Once the pesky thing had started growing hard shortly after her fifteenth birthday, she began to gently experiment. It hadn't taken her long to figure out the way of it.

One grasped the shaft in a loose grip. Then you began to move your fist up and down the length of your organ. Some nice scented oils made it a very enjoyable practice. It helped to think some very personal thoughts while you stroked. Thoughts like picturing mother nude in the tub, that you had spilled your seed in the day before. Lately she rather enjoyed imagining the maid's firm little bottom encased in snow white bloomers. It just took a little work. In no time, she would be relaxed. Perhaps a trifle messy, but relaxed just the same.

She put her brush down and pushed away from her vanity table. Just thinking about it brought on the reality. She was once again erect. Taking off the loose and open light wrap and tossing it on the bed, Erica shamelessly arched her back to stretch her nude body.

“Again?” She grinned. “So demanding! We were very busy indeed last night in the bath. What am I going to do with you?”

Erica often spoke to her member when she was alone in her room. The thing seemed to have a mind of it's own, so she saw no reason not to treat it as if it did.

“You are lucky I overslept.” She said as she sat on the edge of her bed. “Mother is out for the day, and I should be too. No one suspects I am still shut in at this hour. If you make me pant or cry out while I abuse you, I won't have to worry about coming up with an explanation!”

Before she even started, she realized her error. She had nothing to catch the soon to come eruption of her issue! Sighing again, she got up. Slipping back into her nightgown and wrap, she padded down the corridor to the powder-room off her mother's bedroom. For reasons unknown to her, it was so much more enjoyable relaxing there, than in her own.

She so enjoyed soiling mother's bathtub. Even though she always carefully rins

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