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The Doppel-Crosser by Zuiderzee
Hello after a long absence: I wrote this in
a fit of inspiration during a hot summer day.
I have a non-erotica story with the same theme
in the works. Some feedback would be nice.
This piece isnt finished, so bear with me.
Thanks. 7-2-2008
I read the message in the gaping black O of the wheellock pistol as Freda kicked the door open and leveled the gun at me.
Dorcas, she snapped, or whoever you are, dont make a move. Ive shot prowlers, robbers, mad dogs...
But not me, I think.
In another moment, her trembling hands, including her trigger finger slid from the weapon and rather than letting it fall to the floor, she pitched it into the bathwater with a punctuating splash.
Showing her maturity with faint but numerous wrinkles in her brow, Freda was still a winsome woman. Dark hair damp from her own bath streamed away from her clean face which blushed pink without makeup to hide it. Her large, unsupported breasts shifted and wobbled while she decided what to do next. An impulsive being in my own right, I decided for her. Fumbling, she shut the door.
Deep within my body, organs no human could comprehend
spurted and pumped. Fluids raced, sensations ignited, making my skin ripple imperceptibly.
No, she had seen a few of those dimples and bulges even before the real demonstration started.
An erection larger and faster than any I had ever achieved lifted up the towel I had tied around my middle.
Folds of tickly cloth bunched up over the extending organ which was probably as long as my own foot.
What was so unusual?
Well, as far as the lady of the house knew, I was still Dorcas, her trusted maid, ready for my turn in the bathtub.
The look in her eyes just could have been mistakable, but I didnt think so. Her wide eyes and open mouth showed a mixed emotion-an expression I took to be euphoria and rising disbelief at what she thought would happen next.
Gasp.
When she realized she had the key, she locked the door from the inside and slid the key under it to the hallway beyond. Footfalls outside. Someone scooped up the key, locked the door and went away. A minute later, the front door shut.
Empty, she said. The house is empty. Now, its only us. The footman was well paid. Hell reveal what I told him when the time is right. Between now and then...
She didnt finish.
Locked in the spacious bathroom with a dense door between me and escape, I not only had to make love, I had to delight her as well. I had to make it so good I could never want it with her again. Now that she had seen through my disguise, it wasnt safe to stay. By the time the sun rose tomorrow, I had to be miles away.
Testing my organ, I gyrated, whipping it free.
I know who you are and what you are, she told me.
Ive known ever since that night. No more tricks. No more deceptions. Ive heard about your kind and I couldnt believe any of it. Show me, show me what a freak can do.
Myself, I was eager, anxious. I wanted it to be
extraordinary.
And it was.
Her skin was still wet from her warm bath. Stiffened from the cool breeze through the open window in the next room, her nipples stood and boasted their size under her sheer black gown. The hem of the garment hung only to her mid thighs. When she stepped up, jumped into my arms and wrapped her moist legs around my waist, the fabric fell away from the area it covered and my incongruous male organ
felt her bushy cleft against its tip.
The long, thick erection was exquisite.
Dorcas, who have you been before this? How long have you lived among us before I noticed you?
A man, firstly, I said. Then a string of others. All lonely. Then I grew lonely. And careless. I assumed the identity of a very young man, a boy, really. I grew up in his skin, or pretended to. I learned about mankind as a member of a family. I fooled the people so well, they never knew I wasnt their dead child. When I came of age, Id had
many friends. Only until I found and mated with another doppelganger did I realize my potential. It was awesome.
Awesome. What she showed me made me feel sad for common men...
Give me a freaks love, she said.
With her legs wrapped around me and my strong hands supporting her haunches, I planned to enter her by docking against her wet, dripping void. Freda in turn used her hands to caress my feminine features as the towel slid away from my body. My firm jutting breasts compressed against hers and we began to pant. The mirror had only a sheer fog from the warm bath water and revealed to my still-open eyes what any onlooker would have seen had there been one-two women making love. An older, but not-unattractive lady
acting far younger than was perhaps healthy for her and I
mimicking a man with rolling, pelvic thrusts.
Dorcas... she hissed, hiking her right leg higher, looser. Now!
Lubricated from her excitement, my excited glans felt
her thick, untrimmed pubic hair whisper over its bulb. Then her engorged labia parted, telling me I had it right all along.
As wonderful as it felt for both of us, I had to keep telling myself we didnt belong together. We were not two women, nor man and woman. We were of two separate forms of life. I resembled one of her sort only out of coincidence and need.
Feel a freaks love, I said to her. What might have started out tender turned rough, wild.
Ive...dreamed of this! Waited. Ached for it!
The penis I had crafted for the consummation filled her more thoroughly than any man had or could. I stayed shallow at first, enjoying the feeling of being confined in her slippery sleeve. Higher up, Fredas breathing broke with gasps and agonized sighs. Teasing, I changed my organs size and shape to climactic effect. The little crackles I heard in the bathroom were the knuckles of her toes as they curled tight. Achingly thick and long, the erection was modeled on no one man in particular, but a variety of males I had seen. I could even add inhuman texture and motion, giving Freda an ecstasy unrivaled in all her years of fornicating.
Needing no testicles, I had the advantage of being able to fake an orgasm and ejaculate drenching amounts of what I could make look like semen.
My doppelganger mate assured me this mock-seed could not produce a baby; what constitutes pleasure for us is much different and our reproductive systems are hardly compatible with human men and women.
To Be Continued