Sex is the best way to learn about other cultures. - Chapter 4.5 Female Perspective

“Well, how about my daughter Carol?”

I was recommending my daughter, Carol, to a young man from Japan who had just had a broken heart.

Carol is shy around people but loves animals more than most. I thought she might get along well with this harmless-looking Japanese guy.

“S…she is so cute.”

But he didn’t seem very interested.

It was clear he lacked confidence in himself, not Carol. In a way, maybe he was like Carol after all.

“You’re strong too, you know.”

I respected him for working hard on the farm without cutting corners.

In the world, girls seem to worry about looks and income, but I think that even a simple Asian who is traveling on a budget can be very attractive if he is sincere.

My husband Edgar was like that too.

He wasn’t a strong man, and his income before we married wasn’t much, but I was drawn to his kindness.

He accepted the job of working on the farm, a family tradition passed down from generation to generation, without a word of complaint.

Normally, people avoid the smell of livestock and the physical labor of farming, but he was willing to take over Stanley Farm just to be with me.

It’s been three years since Edgar died from illness.

At first, I thought about closing the farm, but I listened to my old father’s wishes, and we decided to keep it going.

The farm started as a hobby and grew from there. When it was first established, it seemed quite large, but now it only has a few horses and a dozen or so dairy cows.

Even with just my mother and me working, it’s still a lot of work. During busy times, we have to hire young people from town to help.

But there are problems with that.

Bringing young men into a space with only two women creates obvious risks.

I’m not the only one. Carol is already uncomfortable around boys. Before we even consider their ability to handle hard farm work, we can’t hire anyone she doesn’t like.

As a result, we usually hire retired old farmers or relatives each year. But this year, we don’t have anyone like that available.

I’m starting to wonder if we can keep the farm going much longer.

Just as I was thinking that, I found Daisuke.

He’s a Japanese college student.

He couldn’t speak much English, but he seemed genuine and harmless. I figured he probably wouldn’t try anything funny with Carol. He looked honest enough, not at all like a predator.

I was sure that even if he saw Carol naked, he wouldn’t do a thing.

Or so I thought, but–.

“Whoa.”

I turned around and saw Daisuke’s crotch bulging inside his trousers.

It was such a sudden event that I froze involuntarily. What on earth was he excited about?

That’s what I thought, but I could only think of one thing.

Just before this happened, Jack, the male horse, had started mating with Mary, the female horse.

The sudden event surprised me too, but it seemed to shock Daisuke even more. Watching the horses mate had aroused him.

I mean, horse s3x can be intense, but getting turned on by watching animals have s3x?

“S…sorry. Sorry…”

Daisuke apologized, looking sorry.

I knew it wasn’t his fault.

But having a young boy’s p3nis get hard and then hearing him apologize? It was a tricky situation for me too.

What’s the right thing to do in moments like these?

If I had a son around his age, I might understand better. But I only have Carol, my daughter. I didn’t know how to handle this, so Daisuke wouldn’t feel hurt.

Don’t worry about it, I suppose I should have said.

But I felt reluctant to say that, as it would seem like I was telling the boy in front of me that I wasn’t interested.

Of course, I had no interest, but I was afraid that if I treated Daisuke too roughly, it would shock him.

I think Daisuke is probably just like Carol—a herbivore.

Even though he’s big, he must have a delicate, shy heart inside.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s just a natural reaction.”

In the end, I said something similar to him.

I couldn’t help feeling awkward.

I never expected to see a young Japanese man’s p3nis erect right in front of me.

“What should I do to calm him down? Should I stroke it?”

I was a bit flustered by this unexpected situation.

After all, I didn’t do it that often with Edgar, and with my inexperience, I didn’t know whether a man’s p3nis would calm down if he was left alone, or if it would only calm down if he ejaculated.

The bulge in his trousers was bigger than Edgar’s.

I wondered if there might be differences between races, but even if Japanese penises are bigger than white men’s, the size difference was just too extreme.

If it’s this big, it must be uncomfortable trying to keep it in your pants.

I was just like that when I was going through puberty.

My br3asts were growing fast every day, and my bras didn’t fit anymore. It was uncomfortable.

If he were in the same situation, I would have to do something about it, since I’m an adult now.

“Relax…”

Feeling nervous, I began to rub Daisuke’s crotch.

If anything, it was me who was tensing up.

It had been a while since I’d seen a p3nis, and it was my first time seeing one other than Edgar’s,. I remember feeling scared.

“What is this…?”

When I pulled his p3nis out of his pants, my eyes involuntarily opened wide.

Daisuke’s p3nis poked out from the gap in his pants.

It was easily three times the size of Edgar’s p3nis.

Were Japanese men really that impressive?

Or was it just Daisuke’s?

His erect p3nis was as thick as a log and way longer than normal.

The bulge in his pants was so big it looked like a hanger could get caught on it. It was far more impressive than Edgar’s p3nis, which I’d seen before.

It was more horse-like than human.

Jack’s was huge, like a horse’s, but Daisuke’s reminded me of Jack’s.

And above all, I could feel how hard he was through his pants.

Daisuke’s was so stiff it felt like I was touching concrete.

I wonder what would happen to a woman if something like that were inserted inside her.

“A…Alicia!”

Though hesitant, I began to lick Daisuke’s tip.

I had to make him cum quickly. I don’t know what would happen to me if I were penetrated by something like that.

“D-does it feel good?”

Daisuke’s smell was incredibly masculine.

It was different from sweat or semen.

It was his unique, manly scent that filled my nose.

Then Daisuke said something in a foreign language.

I didn’t understand the words he was saying, but I could tell from his gestures that he wanted me to give him a blowjob and a hand job.

“I-I understand.”

The thought of putting such a big thing in my mouth was overwhelming.

But Daisuke didn’t care about my hesitation. He quickly took off his pants and underwear, leaving him half-naked.

When I saw his p3nis again, exposed in front of me, it was so impressive and manly that I couldn’t help but stare.

It stood out so boldly that I almost couldn’t believe it was a part of a human body.

It was an unbelievably huge p3nis.

Could I fit something like that in my mouth?

(I never thought I’d end up taking a p3nis other than Edgar’s in my mouth…)

Despite my hesitation, I opened my mouth and took Daisuke’s p3nis inside.

His c0ck pushed my mouth open as wide as it could go, filling me with its rock-hard, fleshy rod.

With Edgar, I’d never had to open my mouth this wide before.

I was fooled by his simple appearance.

Never would I have imagined he could possess something so incredible.

(What a big p3nis.)

I try to give him a blow job by copying what I’ve seen, but it’s so big I can’t tell if I’m doing it well.

Even when I ran my tongue over it, it was too thick to feel anything. Instead of focusing on how he might feel, all I could think about was how this mighty man’s organ was ravaging my mouth.

It was so powerful, I wondered if it would pierce through to the back of my throat.

Rather than a p3nis, it felt more like a meaty weapon. Daisuke’s p3nis is so strong I feel like I could kill someone with it.

(If this keeps up, I’m really…)

The strong masculine scent fills my nostrils, making my thoughts hazy.

The strong smell of semen leaking from the tip of his p3nis reminds me of a feeling I had long forgotten.

I used to have s3x with my husband, Edgar. s3x with Edgar was truly blissful, and I was truly grateful to God that I had become his wife.

But now, a far more formidable p3nis than Edgar’s was violating me.

I knew it was wrong, but gradually, I found myself becoming attracted to Daisuke’s impressive member.

How can a p3nis be so big?

What would happen to me if I were penetrated by something like that?

As I grappled with these questions, I realized that, without thinking, I had started stroking Daisuke’s c0ck with my hand.

(It’s as hard as I expected…)

Daisuke’s p3nis was incredibly hard. And it was thick and manly. It’s too big for my hand to grasp.

As I stroke this hard p3nis, I gradually get a feel for it.

It’s completely different from Edgar’s, but it’s still a p3nis.

It feels good when a woman strokes it, and when I put it in my mouth like this, the man has an ecstatic look on his face.

(Oh, Daisuke… What an incredible p3nis you have. Having it in my mouth like this brings back feelings I’d completely forgotten.)

“Ah…Alicia…”

As Daisuke lets out a voice that sounds like he’s enjoying it, I started getting excited too.

I was so focused on serving him that the word “obedient” fit me perfectly.

(What is this–)

Daisuke then started moving his hips, asking for an intense blow job.

His powerful p3nis goes in and out of me, enjoying the sensation of my mouth.

I nearly choked, but even then, I tried to guess what Daisuke was thinking.

As he violated my mouth, I could tell he was imagining violating me in another way.

While enjoying the taste of my mouth, he was thinking about thrusting his c0ck into my pvssy.

This was just practice for what he had in mind.

Right now, I am being fucked by Daisuke.

Daisuke said something in a language I didn’t understand. Maybe he is close to ejaculating. After serving him for much longer than I had Edgar, it seemed like it was finally reaching the end.

“AHH!! ALICIA!!”

Right after shouting my name, Daisuke pulled his p3nis out of my mouth.

Once again, that impressive c0ck appeared before my eyes, capturing my full attention.

At that moment, semen spurted out with incredible force from the tip of his strong p3nis.

(Amazing–)

It wasn’t just the forcefulness—it was the sheer volume of Daisuke’s ejaculation.

Like a massive shower of white fluid fired from a giant pistol, it began to sully my entire body.

(Edgar’s ejaculation didn’t last this long…)

As these thoughts raced through my mind, I suddenly found myself completely covered in semen.

My hair, face, chest, and clothes were all drenched in the thick, sticky liquid.

(It smells so bad…)

The smell of Daisuke’s semen was strong.

It wasn’t a pungent smell, but it was so strong that it took away all thought once you smelled it.

This had never happened to me before with Edgar. He would never do something so rough, like splashing a woman with his semen.

(He’s still cumming…?)

The amount and length of ejaculation are probably proportional to the size of his p3nis, The sperm, released in multiple bursts, continued to polluted my mouth and nose.

Why did it feel good to have semen splashed on my face?

You could say it was marking me as his.

This act should have been a claim of ownership, but for some reason, it felt good.

As if being claimed by a stronger male was the greatest happiness for a woman.

“S…Sorry!!”

But Daisuke suddenly started apologizing profusely.

He seemed to suddenly come to his senses as he remembered that the woman he had covered in his semen was a married woman, albeit a widow.

He had been so manly while he was violating my mouth, but he had reverted to his usual humble and sincere self.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”

When he apologizes like that, any feelings of anger or accusation fade away.

There was something adorable about him that made me think that. He gave me a sense of security, like dealing with a gentle horse.

Of course, if he had kept going like that, I probably would have…

“Have confidence. You’re lovely.”

I said it more to myself than to him.

Daisuke was a lovely Japanese man.

He was honest and hardworking, and he was kind enough to get along with Carol, even though she had trouble with boys.

I told myself those lies to distract from the feelings that were growing inside me.