Acele: A Newhalf Story

Acele—A Newhalf Story

A scene you are familiar with:

A tiny blue marble is suspended in a sunbeam. Forest covered landmasses floating on great blue bodies of water. At night, great cities light up like golden tron lines. Carried on radio waves the endless chatter of baseball games, music, and political commentary dissipate in the ionosphere. This is planet Earth where the most powerful telescope gazes far into the past. The voice of the universe sounds like static; the future is dark, cold and silent.

But never mind that. Let’s focus on the here and now. On the northeastern coast of the North American continent is a rain-washed city founded 390 years ago by puritans from Europe. Ten minutes on foot from the shopping center is a row of townhouses. Nestled on a plot of land surrounded by the townhouses, at the street address of 3922 Allen Street is an angular, concrete apartment building. Its name, as recorded in the heart of the city, is Sunside Studio Apartments.

Six one-bedroom flats span three floors organized around a spiral staircase. The building’s spinal column. It’s open air landings are lined with slender railings. In the center of the gently sloping roof is a triangular skylight.

… I’d like to introduce you to someone. The tenant of apartment #3. Imagine standing in front of Sunside 3922, the second floor, window on the right is her apartment. Her name is Acele.

Acele Vittulainen. Regular girl. An absolutely normal person with no special skills whatsoever. The type that goes out of her way to make herself look as boring as possible. Ironically, more people are attracted to her. People do enjoy getting to know her, which she would rather not. You see, Acele has a secret. She’s what you’d call—

Wait, you’re going to start there?

Hm? Why yes I am. It’s the entire premise of your life, basically. Why shouldn’t I start there?

It’s not that you shouldn’t, but… I was thinking you should work up to it, right? Start with a de***********ion first? Introductions are important, right?

My darling Acele, nobody remembers introductions. The first words you say to someone are probably ‘Hey’ or ‘Good morning’ as you’re passing them by. Why would you remember that? It’s not important.

But maybe you’re right. If not your first words, then your first thoughts of someone are more important. Thinking someone is cute or funny or obnoxious will affect how you perceive them.

So let’s start over.

Lying in bed, naked as the day she was born is a nineteen-year-old girl. Her name is Acele Vittulainen. A Cinderella girl. Not the glass slipper princess, the dishwasher with mice for friends with huge glasses over myopic brown eyes. Her hair is the color of chestnuts kept in a long ponytail. A girl of average height and weight with a slender figure, her breasts were not terribly big and no ass to speak off. With a fairly deep, croaky sounding voice to boot.

And a total virgin. The most sexual experience she has was another girl grabbing her ass in junior high. Not that she minded it. In the game of men and women, she played both sides. Or would have liked to.

A boring, regular person. Right down to her job: retail detail in a DVD rental store.

But even someone as normal as this her has secrets. For the sake of our story, that can be easily revealed:

This girl’s body has a peculiar characteristic, but one that many people have. Due to a chromosome abnormality, Acele has both female and male genitalia. A vagina, small and tight in their shadow. Both functional. A penis that came with its own pair of balls.

Intersexed. Hermaphrodite. Politically correct terms abound, but colloquially speaking, ‘Newhalf’ is the popular term used. It is also what Acele prefers, so we’ll use it too.

Growing up, it didn’t bother her much. Then puberty hit. She awoke one night (after a particular steamy dream) to find her cock uncomfortably hard and still wrapped in the illusory warmth of her phantom lover. That was the first time she masturbated. Her first ejaculation. Her hand covered in sticky glue, the pleasure of her first orgasm was profound. She hasn’t missed a day since. Masturbating became a part of who she is. Her favorite thing to do when off from work is watch porn. She searched and scoured every part of the web for kindle to feed her lust.

And what so interests her, you might ask? What perversions did she wank it to every night? Well…

Black girls with huge asses, black guys with huge cocks, hot wives who love creampies and femboys who love to press the cum button in their ass until they shoot on their faces. Lesbians? Of course. Bondage, exhibitionism, voyeurism, breeding and cuckolding to name a few. She could (and did) spend hours watching sluts the world over get their whore holes pounded all the while enviously pinching her nipples and stroking her cock wondering when it would be her turn. And the best part? With her own place now she need not worry about being discreet.

You don’t need to list everyone of my fetishes… or go into so much detail about my body…

God only knows a list with all your kinks would be longer than Santa’s good and naughty lists combined.

—Today, it’s business as usual in Acele’s studio apartment.

A raunchy porn video plays on her cell phone. An interracial lesbian threesome. The setting takes place in prison. The story, such as it was: The warden, an older blonde white woman and her chief security officer, a brash short-haired Asian girl, were showing the new recruit, a young, timid, submissive black girl, the ropes.

More specifically the handcuffs. The recruit had apparently screwed up with making sure one of the inmates was detained properly. At present, her arms were behind her back with steel bracelets adorning her wrists. The warden is sitting on the desk, a plastic dildo emerging from the opening in her zipper. The CSO stands behind the recruit, forcing her head into the warden’s crotch. She’s already abandoned her pants revealing not a strap-on, but a girl-cock of her own. For the moment though, it’s her fingers that a buried deep in the recruit’s cunt.

“Mmm look at her go. She’s a natural cock sucker.” The Warden is real pleased.

The Chief Security Officer agrees, “Yeah, her pussy’s real wet too. I think sucking cock gets her off.”

“And she’s so good at it too. This definitely isn’t her first rodeo. You love sucking cock don’t you?”

The Warden doesn’t allow the recruit to pull her mouth off the silicon. A muffled “Mmhm” is all the poor recruit can manage.

“Know what? I think we should throw her in the shower later with the rest of the inmates.”

“Yeah, then she can suck as many cock as she likes. Maybe getting their dicks sucked will get them to behave for once.” It’s a win-win. Approving of this idea, the CSO gives a firm slap to the recruit’s ass. “Hear that bitch? Doesn’t that make you happy?”

Her mouth obscured by the toy, the recruit’s pussy gives a firm answer instead. The CSO works her fingers faster, the sound of her wet pussy fills the Warden’s office.

“She’s squeezing my fingers so fucking tight right now. I think she likes that idea.”

The Warden turns up the heat.

“All those white boys would die to get their dicks in your little black ass. What do you think of that, recruit?”

“And you better give her a straight fucking answer, recruit! On your knees sucking off those rock hard white cocks and guzzling their kids. Yes or no?”

Ah, race play. Acele likes that too. She often imagines herself in the starring role of the lucky white slut getting gang-banged by hung chocolate studs.

Or balls deep inside an arrogant black chick. Making her a slave to my white girl-cock!

…So she fantasizes. Who did she envy more? The ebony starlet about to be spit roasted or her ‘superiors?’

Why does this turn me on so much?

Beads of clear, sticky juice leak from the opening in her pink tip like sap. It’s caught on her fingers and smeared on the rest of her cock by her quick pumps.

Is it that she’s more into women than men? The race play, maybe? The interplay of domination and submission? She’s thought about it a lot. Too much, in fact; she’s kind of a switch now. A theoretical one.

No, it’s much simpler than that.

What is it then?

It’s their faces. Their moans. Your mirror neurons are overloading with ecstasy. One moment the recruit is deep-throating you. Then the POV switches and you’re behind her, your hips slamming into her ass while ramming your girl-cock into her tight, sopping wet cunt. You’re not whispering sweet nothings, but the dirtiest, awkwardest things that pop in their head. There are cameramen, producers, a director, and more people surrounding them. Their uniforms are costumes and the handcuffs are fake props. Bright lights illuminate them and yet… one thing is clear.

They’re having fun. That’s the short and sweet of it. Just like the actress playing the recruit, you want to be fucked so hard your eyes roll into the back of your head. You want to fuck someone so good that their eyes disappear in bliss.

Acele’s inner slut screams for release. Her hand moves in perfect sync with the CSO’s thrusts, accelerating towards the edge. Magma pools, her balls are full. Her cock trembles on the verge of eruption.

…Psst. Hey.

Huh? What? I’m close don’t bother me.

Yeah, totally hate to interrupt, but did you hear that?

…No.

No, it’s definitely there. Isn’t that the door?

The door?

Acele pauses the video and strains her ears. Silence.

It’s nothing.

—Then a sound. A knocking at the door. Softly, persistently.

I didn’t order anything. There’s nothing broken either, so it can’t be the landlord or a repairman. And I’m certainly not expecting any visitors. So I can ignore them. There’s no front door keeping people out. Might be some missionaries from Utah for all I know.

You’d be well-justified in ignoring them then. They’re pretty insistent though. Could it be someone from the city maybe? Come to check your gas meter or something like that? The police investigating a crime? Or it could be the landlord. Have you in need of wrench?

Not a wrench, but a wench haha! And a pair of handcuffs.

Good one.

Now get the door.

“Argh! Fine. COMING!”

Acele grumbles as she forces herself out of bed. She jerks on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, sans underwear and goes to open the door.

She looks through the peephole. The person is standing too close to the door. Seriously, do they have to be right up against the door?

Tap, tap—click. Acele interrupts the repetitious sound by unlocking the door. There’s a final knock anyway just to spite her. Acele opens the door.

Instantly, a rich, elegant aroma crosses the boundary. Perfume. The distinctive scent of the wealthy and famous.

Standing on the other side of the door is an oriental goddess in a black cherry blossom patterned blouse. The ‘V’ is cut so deep, looking down at just the right angle could be a perfect chance for a nip slip. She can’t be older than thirty-two. Her hair is short and black, tucked behind her ear on the right and parted to the left. Great brown moons are set in almond sockets stare back at Acele. Her lips are thin and pink. A ball of an earring hangs from her right ear.

She’s damn cute! There’s something familiar about her face too…

I know I was just watching a porn video with a short-haired Asian actress. They don’t look anything alike though. No. That actress gave off a more ‘tomboyish’ feel. This lady feels more… like a teacher? Like it wouldn’t feel strange at all to see her in front of a blackboard.

“Um… Hello?” The Goddess speaks, but all that registers is her moving lips, the teeth behind them. How charm her smile is. Her accent too, she thinks, is damn hot.

… I’ve got some bad news.

What?

The diagnosis is in: I’m afraid you’re suffering from a severe case of yellow fever. Remember that video earlier? And what turned you on so much? Forget about what I said, turns out you were only ever interested in Asian actress.

And why is that bad? I already knew that.

The bad news is that she’s right up your alley. Exposure to her is making you think about exposing yourself to her. The thing in between your legs is stiffening. Worse, you didn’t put any underwear on. Forget pitching a tent we’re talking about an empire state building sized problem. Your nipples are getting hard too.

A,And now that you mention it, I’m pretty sure that sour, post-masturbation stink is coming from me too! That’s bad, right? Bad! W, What should I do?

Focus.

On.

Something.

Else.

Quick!

L, Like what?

Look, there’s something in her hand. A plastic bag. Oh She catches your eye.

“I brought this housewarming gift,” says the Goddess. She lifts the bag, it’s stretched over a box and hands it to Acele.