Sex is the Best Way to Learn About Other Cultures. - Chapter 3

“It’s not easy to get a ride…”

That day, I was hitchhiking by the side of a major road.

I found a cardboard box by the road and wrote “Albuquerque” in big letters with a marker. Of course, it was in English, not katakana.

Five days had passed since I landed at Los Angeles International Airport.

In that time, I’d nearly been mugged on 5th Street, had s3x for the first time with a nice-looking white woman, gotten my wallet stolen, earned travel money by washing dishes, and slept with a blonde girl in a restaurant kitchen. A lot had happened, but I couldn’t stay around Los Angeles forever, so I decided to head east, as I’d planned from the start.

My summer vacation at university lasts two months. If I hesitate, my vacation will end in America.

However, my first hitchhiking experience did not go well at all.

It would have been nice if a kind old couple had stopped for me, but not a single car responded.

“Maybe Albuquerque is too far?”

To be honest, I picked that name at random from a map I bought at a convenience store. It’s hundreds of kilometers away.

Maybe I was being too greedy.

I’m exhausted, stranded on this vast highway, surrounded by exhaust fumes and sand dust.

The summer sun is brutal. Unlike Japan, the air is dry here, which is nice, but the direct sunlight is so intense I feel like I might get heatstroke.

Just as the idea of ​​taking a break and resuming in the afternoon crossed my mind, a truck stopped in front of me.

It’s an enormous truck, much bigger than the ones in Japan.

It looks like a “deco truck” but not as fancy or showy. It’s just a typical American vehicle. I imagine it would be driven by a big guy with tattoos on his arms, but the driver is a young woman.

A dark-haired woman with tanned skin.

She looked more South American than Caucasian. She was a beautiful woman who didn’t look like a truck driver, and the bulge under her tank top was the size of a typical foreigner. A woman with such large br3asts on such a slim body is rare, even here. She seemed more like a Spanish speaker than an English one.

However, she spoke English.

I had no idea what she meant, but I was exhausted from being stranded, so I interpreted it as a friendly gesture—Hop in, kid.

“Wait! Wait!”

I tried to get into the passenger seat, but she stopped me. It seemed she didn’t mean for me to get in.

Was she going to ask for money? If so, I had an idea. I’d been in America for five days now. There was one magic phrase that kept away all kinds of trouble—

“I have no money.”

I blurted it out: I don’t have any money. But please give me a ride.

What I learned overseas was to be assertive. If you’re wishy-washy, people will take advantage of you.

I decided to take the front passenger seat and not budge. Honestly, I couldn’t even afford to eat at a restaurant. If she didn’t give me a ride, I’d be stranded.

Maybe she gave in because I was so desperate. After a big sigh, she started the truck as if resigned to it.

“Flagstaff.”

She wouldn’t go all the way to Albuquerque, but she’d take me to Flagstaff, just before it. You never know unless you ask, right?

The huge truck continued along the vast roads of America.

It was strange—when I was stuck on the side of the road, the scenery seemed harsh and unforgiving. Now that I was on the truck, it looked majestic and beautiful.

“Japanese?” 

“Y-Yes. I’m Japanese.”

I’ve been mistaken for Chinese many times before, so it’s a little nice to be recognized as Japanese for once.

But it’s no wonder people get confused. Most Asian-looking people you see on the streets here are Chinese.

“My name is Daisuke. What’s your name.” 

“A-M-A-N-D-A.”

Maybe because my English was so poor, she enunciated each letter of her name very clearly. So her name is Ms. Amanda. It felt a bit like she was talking down to me, but it wasn’t discriminatory or anything. It just didn’t bother me.

I think it’s just her personality. She’s friendly, or maybe just very straightforward.

The truck’s driver’s seat looked sturdy and practical. It wasn’t all dolled up just because she’s a woman. There were tissue boxes, plastic bags, receipts, and small change scattered around. It felt more like a living space than a driver’s seat.

A two-way radio was installed in the cab, perhaps for communicating with colleagues. It had the feel of a typical guy’s workplace, but the one skillfully maneuvering the massive truck like an extension of her own body was unmistakably a beautiful woman.

Her black hair, either naturally curly or styled in waves, was tied back in a single ponytail, perhaps for practicality while driving.

Through the light brown tank top, I could see sun-tanned skin and an impressive cleavage. It was a size I’d only ever seen in Western porn videos.

She was quite tall too, about the same height as me or maybe a bit taller. Her figure was incredible—her well-trained body had not a hint of extra fat.

“SHY BOY.” 

“Shy… shy…?”

I wonder what’s shy about me. Sure I’m nervous being alone with such a beautiful woman.

Then the truck left the suburbs and entered a vast, nearly empty wilderness.

The reddish-brown earth stretched out in all directions, and the boundless sky looked down on a long, lonely road.

The road seemed to stretch on forever.

Music I’d never heard before came from the car radio. I didn’t know the singer or the lyrics, but it made me realize I was driving on a foreign road.

“Sightseeing?”

I’d heard the word before, but I couldn’t remember what it meant. Tourism… I think. It’s been three years since I took my university entrance exam, so I’d forgotten.

“Heartbreak.”

I spoke honestly, using the words I knew.

I was heartbroken.

That’s why I’d come to America.

At that moment, Amanda burst out laughing. Something must have amused her.

“Sorry.”

She was still laughing as she apologized. Is it that strange to go on a trip after a breakup? Amanda seemed like the type who wouldn’t care much about broken heart, though.

When she finally stopped laughing, she told me something.

It was probably something along the lines of how there are tons of women in the world, but I couldn’t understand the details.

Come to think of it, my trip wasn’t actually about getting over heartbreak.

I told Takuma that I was going on a heartbroken trip, but in reality, maybe I just wanted to know how big the world is.

Sitting in the truck with a stranger, feeling the wind, I realized this belatedly.

After that, Amanda and I kept talking, though it was hard to tell if we understood each other. We drove on through the wilderness.

Along the way, Amanda gave me a chocolate bar and a sports drink in a garish color. It had been a whole day since my last meal.

To maintain their lifestyle eating stuff like this on the road, truck drivers must need a lot of energy.

It happened when the sun was high in the sky, past noon.

Outside the car, there was a loud bang.

Then the vehicle shook and started making rattling noises.

Amanda stopped the truck on the side of the road and got out, and the first thing she said was probably taboo on TV.

One of the truck’s tires had burst.

The heat had probably heated the asphalt, putting stress on the tire.

Amanda tried to fix it, but even I could tell it was impossible. She had a spare tire, but changing a tire this big by herself was out of the question. Even with my help, it would have been a struggle.

Giving up on fixing it herself, Amanda used the radio to call someone. She probably asked for repairs.

But we were in the middle of a desert, with not a single building in sight.

How long will it take for the repair team to arrive?

I haven’t seen a single car in the opposite lane since we stopped.

“Sorry, Daisuke.”

Amanda seemed apologetic about the delay. I didn’t mind waiting, but she was pressed for time. She probably had to deliver the cargo by a certain deadline.

The sun was scorching.

It must have been over 30 degrees Celsius. If we’d started in the southern hemisphere, the seasons would have been reversed, and it might have been cooler, but unfortunately, it was the height of summer in the United States, just like Japan.

Both Amanda and I were drenched in sweat.

Especially Amanda, since she was trying to fix the tire.

Sweat beaded down her neck and flowed into the valley between her ample br3asts.

The sight was so beautiful and bewitching that I found myself swallowing hard, caught off guard.

“Daisuke.”

Mrs. Amanda called out to me. Then she asked me something in English.

I didn’t understand what she was saying. But there was one word in it that made sense.

SEX.

She said that.

“W-What?”

I couldn’t help but ask again. I’m sure SEX can also mean “gender,” but was she going to find out my gender at this point? Or maybe she meant “I’ve changed gender in the past,” which would be a surprise in every sense of the word.

Her strange comment made all the arousal I’d been suppressing in the car come rushing back. It was okay while we were sitting, but getting excited while standing like this is a no-no.

Because it would make my tent start to pitch itself.

Because it would make my tent start to pitch itself.

Mrs. Amanda fell silent.

She noticed the bulge in my pants.

She didn’t laugh it off like she had done in the past but rather stared intently.

This is awkward.

What a humiliating situation.

“….O.K.”

What exactly did she mean by “OK?” Amanda walked over to me silently, under the blazing sun.

Then, with very practiced hands, she unzipped my zipper, exposing my erect p3nis.

It was completely hard, pointing straight at Amanda, bursting with desire.

“Wow…”

It was probably not her first time seeing a p3nis, but her eyes were wide with surprise.

Then, without any hesitation, she began to stroke my shaft with her hand.

I almost cried out involuntarily.

It was an intense handjob, like the kind you often see in Western videos. She stroked my p3nis with large strokes, from the head and ridge of my p3nis, from the top to the base.

Soon, she exposed her ample cleavage without any shame and took my erect p3nis deep into her throat.

“Ah…”

A warm, soft touch enveloped my p3nis. It felt so good that I couldn’t help but let out a cry.

A loud slurping sound echoed through the air. It was what they call deep-throating.

While stroking the base with her hand, her intense blowjob brought me to ejaculation.

Sweating profusely in the scorching desert, I experienced a sensation of freedom and pleasure unlike any other as she performed fellatio on me.

“B00bs?”

Amanda pulled up her sleeveless top and exposed her voluptuous bust beneath the blue sky.

They were seriously big. I couldn’t tell the exact cup size, but they were way beyond what you’d expect from an average Japanese woman.

Her firm br3asts were tanned, with beautiful pink n1pples. The size of her areolas matched her br3asts, and it was clear from one look that they weren’t fake.

Just as I’d hoped, she took my p3nis between her impressive br3asts.

“Are you Japanese?”

As she gave me a br3ast milkshake, she asked me to confirm my nationality for some reason.

I had no idea why she asked me that, but I could at least understand that Amanda had superb technique.

In the middle of the American wilderness, a foreign woman with huge br3asts was giving me a blowjob.

Back in Japan, I never could have imagined this scene unfolding.

The idea of a grown woman—especially a foreigner—serving me was incredibly thrilling in itself.

On top of that, Amanda’s skills were sending precise jolts of pleasure to my c0ck.

Soon, I could feel my p3nis reaching its limit.

I could tell the sperm was rising from my balls.

“A-Amanda! I’m cumming!”

With a pathetic cry, I shot a huge load of semen all over Amanda’s massive br3asts.

The milky white liquid stained her voluptuous n1pples and tanned her cleavage evenly.

The sight of all these beautiful foreign women being covered in the semen of a Japanese man, and one who was never popular in Japan, brought me an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

“Oh…Huge Cumshot.”

It was a phrase I’d heard on an English porn site before. I was sure it meant… a massive load.

Even after I came, my erection wouldn’t go down. With such a beauty topless in front of me, it would be weird if it did.

“Amanda… I can’t hold back anymore.”

“What…?!”

Out of control, I pushed Amanda down. Still naked from the waist down, I pulled off her jeans and slid down her underwear.

There was a beautiful, hairless slit.

“Wait a moment! Daisuke!”

Ignoring her plea, I pressed the head of my p3nis against her v4g1na.

If I keep pushing in, we’ll become one…

That’s when I felt something cold press against my forehead.

“Freeze, Daisuke.”

It was a gun.

She had hidden a silver revolver somewhere, and now she was pointing it at me with her finger on the trigger.

If she pulls the trigger, I’m dead.

It hits me now: America is a society full of guns.

I tried to rape Amanda.

Taking advantage of the language barrier, I jumped to the conclusion that she’d go along with it.

But it seems I was completely wrong.

“Sorry, Daisuke. I won’t have s3x with Japanese.”

Maybe it’s because she spoke slowly. Even with my poor English, I could understand what she said.

She doesn’t want to have s3x with a Japanese man.

Don’t get any ideas.

If I lower my c0ck, she’ll probably lower her gun. It’s a pathetic scene, with one of us holding a deadly weapon and the other a man’s organ. But I can’t risk my life for a bit of lust.

“HEY, STOP IT!”

Despite my thoughts, I started thrusting into Amanda.

It was almost unconscious. With her v4g1na so close, maybe no man could hold back.

“STOP…Daisuke.”

Amanda kept the gun pointed at me, but her voice started to sound sweeter. Even when I pushed my whole glans inside her, she didn’t pull the trigger.

Not knowing when I might be killed added excitement as I went deeper into Amanda.

My hard p3nis slid into Amanda’s v4g1na inch by inch. Each time I went a centimeter deeper, her grip on the gun tightened.

If I go just one millimeter deeper, will she finally pull the trigger this time?

But I wanted to go deeper. I wanted to explore the innermost parts of Amanda.

It was turning into a real race.

Will she pull the trigger first? Or will I finish inserting myself first?

“AH…”

Eventually, while still in that position, my head reached Amanda’s cervix. The insertion was complete.

It felt amazing.

My entire p3nis was enveloped in a blissful sensation.

“I lost…”

Amanda put the revolver on the ground and looked at me with a resigned look.

Looking more closely, she was excited.

Like a female seeking a male.

Could it be that I should continue moving like this?

“Ah!”

As I started thrusting in the missionary position, Amanda let out a high-pitched moan.

I never thought I would be able to have s3x. This unexpected stroke of luck tightened my p3nis.

“YES!! YEEEEES!!”

The words I had heard in Los Angeles echoed in the deserted wilderness. Even if a car passed by, we were hidden in the shadow of a truck, safe from prying eyes.

“OH MY GOD!!”

As I trusted with all my might into her cervix, Amanda held my waist firmly in place with her long legs.

In the same position, I lifted Amanda’s body. This is the so-called face-to-face position.

I slowly began pushing inside her from below

Maybe because I deliberately slowed down the pace, Amanda had a longing look on her face.

Would she get mad if I kissed her now?

You might think it’s weird to kiss while having unprotected s3x, but I felt it was different.

The way she let me hold her was typical in a country where s3x is free for all. Maybe she only reserved kissing for lovers.

“Daisuke.”

Unexpectedly, Amanda leaned in and kissed me. From the start, our tongues intertwined, exchanging thick saliva. I couldn’t believe I was having such passionate s3x with such a cool woman. Was I dreaming?

Soon, she began to move her hips vigorously. This was a cowgirl position.

When you’re with a foreign woman, this position is always special. You get an amazing view of those huge br3asts from below.

Her impressive br3asts swayed wildly. It’s rude to say, but they couldn’t even compare to Erika-chan or Nishizono Kaede-san. Considering the height difference, I wondered how much bigger her br3asts were in proportion to her body.

“Come on, Daisuke!! Come on!!!”

Amanda entered a spurt, and before long, her body arched like a bow, and she let out a voiceless moan. The walls of her v4g1na tightly gripped his p3nis. It seemed that Amanda had come.

“O.K. Daisuke. Come on”

After a while, Amanda stood up, put her hands on her favorite truck, and stick out her ass.

She was inviting me to enter her from behind.

What long legs she has! Her figure is way beyond anything you’d see in Japan.

That cool Amanda bent her legs, inviting me in an animal-like pose.

I could see her shaved v4g1na twitching. Her pink labia minora and hardened cl!toris were all lewdly shaped.

“COMING…”

As I pressed the glans against her labia, Amanda, who had been so composed, moaned in a voice that sounded a little strained. As I started to insert, Amanda’s voice became more and more strained.

“AHHH…!!”

My p3nis was gradually swallowed by the pvssy. The folds wrapped around me like a living thing, and I was enveloped in a pleasure that I could never experience with a masturbator.

“OH!! YES!!”

As I started to thrust, a particularly high-pitched cry rang out.

When I sped up, her panting grew more intense.

“AHHHHHH!!”

After several deep thrusts, she reached orgasm again. Her shaved pvssy was gushing with love juices. It was a sight I never would have imagined from someone who drove a truck for a living.

“YES!! YES!!”

I changed my rhythm, starting to thrust deeper and slower. Her voice shifted tone.

Whenever I thrust into her uterus, she let out a different, sweeter cry.

It felt like I’d finally conquered Amanda in bed.

She was more experienced, and it might just be my imagination, but there was something magical about the doggy-style position, where the man dominates.

As I fucked her from behind, Amanda started shouting. I couldn’t understand the words, but it was clear she was feeling intense pleasure.

“OH! YES!! YEEEES!!”

I got carried away and started spanking her, imitating what I’d seen, and she moaned sweetly like a pet.

Standing behind her, I could see her huge br3asts bounce violently with each thrust.

While I was inside her, I grabbed Amanda’s br3asts.

These are… so soft.

Despite being so big and firm, her br3asts were unbelievably tender.

It hit me again that women’s br3asts aren’t just for show—they’re organs meant for feeding babies.

“OH! Daisuke! Come on!”

When I pinched her n1pple from behind, Amanda’s body jerked.

At the same time, her v4g1na tightened.

She might have been acting for my sake since I was still inexperienced. But her performance was so enticing that my sadistic side started to show itself.

“AHHHH!! OH, MY GOOOOD!!”

I wasn’t about to come yet, but I started to speed up.

My high-speed thrusts slammed into Amanda’s v4g1na, knocking violently against the entrance to her uterus.

“Stop! Stop it, Daisuke…”

Amanda asked me to stop, maybe because it was hurting her.

But I couldn’t stop. There was no way I could.

The feeling of my glans hitting her cervix was delicate but incredibly exciting. It made me feel like I was taking her, deep inside.

There was no way I’d stop in the middle of such amazing s3x!

“Amanda’s pvssy feels so good…!”

“YES! Come on, Daisuke! FUCK!! FUUUUUUCK!!”

Right now, I’m fucking a foreign woman.

We’re in the middle of nowhere, both naked, with me thrusting my raw c0ck into her from behind.

I can’t help but think this is the best decision I’ve ever made, coming to America.

Soon, from the depths of my balls, the strongest urge to ejaculate of my life began to rise.

If I continued thrusting like this, I’d cum inside her, but I was so obsessed with the pleasure of s3x that there was no way for me to stop it.

All I want is to cum inside Amanda’s pvssy.

I want to fill her uterus with more semen than I’ve ever produced in my life.

That single thought dominates my mind.

And then…

“Oh! Amanda, I’m cumming!!”

“FUCK ME! Come on!! Come oooon!!”

Maybe I was reading too much into it.

As Amanda thrust from behind and looked over her shoulder, she seemed to be begging me to ejaculate inside her.

That cool and stylish Amanda now gazed at me with a melted expression, full of desire.

Responding to her plea, I kept my p3nis inside her and released as much semen as I could directly into her womb.

“AH…AH!!” 

The ejaculation felt like it would never end.

Every time I poured another shower of sperm into Amanda’s uterus, her large body shuddered.

I could tell I was making her feel good.

It might have been just acting, but when I had her on all fours like a beast and she let me ejaculate inside her without any resistance, my need for male approval was completely satisfied.

I wish I could keep ejaculating inside her like that.

It was the best s3x ever.

“Daisuke…You are the best…”

While still connected in a standing doggy-style position, Amanda praised my s3x. I was a virgin until I came to America. I know it was just flattery. But when such a beautiful woman says it, I can’t help but smile.

And at the same time, my son regained his energy.

“REALLY?!”

Mrs. Amanda panicked when my p3nis hardened once more. Even I was surprised by how quickly I recovered, but it just showed how attractive her body was.

“Ah……”

At that point, we both had one thing on our minds.

“YES!! Please fvck me!!”

In the end, we went straight into the second round.

Standing doggy style again. Face-to-face and cowgirl. Clean-up blowjob and cum in her mouth. Of course, I also came inside her v4g1na.

Naked in the middle of the American wilderness, we took breaks in the air-conditioned truck several times while waiting for the mechanic to arrive. We made love over and over during that time.

To be honest, even after the mechanic came, we kept having s3x in the car. We closed the doors, but I’m sure he knew what was going on because of the truck’s vibrations and Amanda’s loud moans.

We were so engrossed in having s3x.

It was like we’d been lovers for ten years.

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“See you, Daisuke.”

By the time Amanda’s truck arrived at its destination of Flagstaff after the repairs were completed, it was completely dark.

However, thanks to Amanda’s driving at a speed that should not be expressed, it seems that they made it to their destination on time.

It was a thrill like experiencing a real racing game.

“Thank you very much.”

Mrs. Amanda had switched back to her professional persona. She seemed so cool and collected. It was hard to believe she’d been grinding her hips against me just hours earlier.

As we said goodbye, she went on and on in English, but as usual, I couldn’t understand most of it.

“Have a nice trip, Daisuke.” 

In the end, we exchanged addresses and Amanda got back into her truck.

Now that I have her address, I could write her a letter. But since I’ll be wandering around the world for another two months, it might be a while before she gets a response.

Carrying the loneliness from that time with me, I set my sights on my next destination.

In the next town, what kind of people will I meet?

That’s all I have to look forward to.

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Day 6: Los Angeles to Flagstaff

• • Distance Traveled: 748 km (Total: 754 km)

• • Mode of Transportation: Hitchhiking

• • Money on Hand: $150

• • Expenses:
    1. 1. Chocolate bar from Amanda: $0
    1. 1. Motel stay (recommended by Amanda): -$40

• • Remaining Balance: $110

• • People Encountered So Far: 3
    1. 1. Catherine McBride (27)
    1. 1. Elizabeth Carter (18)
    1. 1. Amanda Tracy (26)