Sex is the Best Way to Learn About Other Cultures. - Chapter 5

“Thank you very much!”

After my umpteenth hitchhike in the United States, I returned the thumbs-up gesture to driver Bob.

I’d grown quite adept at these impoverished travels across America, if I do say so myself.

At first, the unfamiliar culture and distinct personalities had bewildered me, but now I handled them with ease.

The locals here expressed emotions more vividly than in Japan—sometimes even violently.

This intensity had landed me in dangerous situations, but just as often, it brought me “good fortune.”

That “good fortune” manifested in one particular way: s3x with white American women.

The women here are more open-minded about s3x, even someone like me, who’d never been popular in Japan, could form connections with them.

It all began with a prostitute from Los Angeles, followed by Liz at the restaurant, Amanda the truck driver, and finally Alicia and Carol, the mother and daughter duo from Stanley Farm. These stunning beauties with their voluptuous curves all shared intimate moments with me.

Some may have been acts of pity for my heartbreak, others purely transactional. But in the end, I managed to sleep with five women across the United States, gaining a newfound confidence in the process.

Even if I’d been rejected back home, these American women embraced my unremarkable self. That truth brought me genuine happiness.

Yet…

“Is the schedule okay?”

My original plan involved hitchhiking across the United States before crossing to Europe. The itinerary called for seven days from Los Angeles to New York.

But then came the mishap—dropping my wallet and cards mid-journey—throwing the entire schedule into disarray.

It’s the twentieth day since I arrived in Albuquerque. To be honest, I’m not even a third of the way through America, so of course I need to reconsider my itinerary.

My university summer vacation lasts for two months.

Considering that I have about 40 days left, I can’t spend any more days in America. In other words, there is a limit to how many days I can spend on a land-only journey.

“Should I take a plane…?”

From the start, I began this heartbroken journey with nearly a million yen saved from part-time work.

But after losing my wallet and cards, I became unable to withdraw cash from my bank account.

Naturally, I was forced into an extremely frugal trip, even resorting to working part-time jobs at places like Lucy and Stanley Farm.

But now, I have ten thousand dollars borrowed from Alicia.

I’ll have to repay this money soon, but I can withdraw it from my account after returning to Japan. That means the $10,000 I have now should be used for this trip.

I’m not saying that I don’t care about traveling by land wherever I can.

If I use planes a lot, it’s almost the same as the leisure trips of the rich.

But the reality is, I have university classes and limited travel time.

In that case, I think visiting many countries by plane instead of ending my journey in the United States alone would be better for my future.

According to driver Bob, the nearest international airport is in Dallas.

From Albuquerque, I need to go east to Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, and then south to Dallas, Texas.

I planned to choose a suitable destination from there and cross over to Europe.

Anyway, I plan to hitchhike to Dallas, and I will be poor again for a while.

Originally, my world tour budget was already tight at a million yen. Even if I had money temporarily, I couldn’t afford to spend it recklessly everywhere, or my travel funds would run dry in no time.

“I think this will do…”

Naturally, I can’t afford to stay in a hotel or motel. I decided to spend the night in a roadside hut outside the city. I don’t know if it’s an abandoned house or if no one is there, but it’s someone’s property, so I’ll resume hitchhiking as soon as dawn breaks.

“I’m tired…”

The sun has already set.

Albuquerque itself is a large industrial city, but like other cities, once you go out to the suburbs, the scenery is like an extension of the desert.

The parched earth stretches to a horizon hidden by night.

All around, only shrubs and other plants grow. A desolate land, devoid of grasslands or forests, spreads out endlessly.

I’m exhausted from hitchhiking for the first time in ages.

I lay down at the entrance to the cabin and tried to get into a deep sleep, using the cheap bag I bought in Holbrook as my pillow.

But then,

“I found it!”

A white girl stands above me.

I still can’t tell the actual age of white girls, but at first glance, she looks middle school age.

She’s dressed casually in hot pants, a T-shirt, and white sneakers, with her blonde hair in a ponytail.

Her features are classically pure and refined, like a typical white girl. The long blonde ponytail stretching down her back gives her an almost divine aura.

She was around Carol’s age, but like her, her figure had an alluring grace.

The chest area of ​​her shirt made a clear statement, and her slender legs stretching out from her hotpants, as well as the bulge of the hotpants themselves, exuded a sexiness that Japanese middle and high school students just couldn’t match.

For a moment, I panicked, thinking this girl might be a local.

Even though it was still just the entrance to a hut, I thought I would be accused of trespassing.

But the surroundings were a desolate desert.

Even though it was still just the entrance to a hut, I thought I would be accused of trespassing. But the surroundings were a desolate desert.

“Do you remember me?” 

Do you remember me?

Even if she said that, I don’t have any acquaintances in the United States. If anyone, it would be the five women I’ve slept with, but the ponytailed girl before me bears no resemblance to them. Besides, I’d never have s3x with an underage girl.

“Put out your p3nis.”

“Ah!”

The moment she said that while still standing there, I immediately remembered.

This girl with a ponytail was the “honey trap” who lured me into an alley in Los Angeles.

The girl said the same thing and pulled out my p3nis, which I was still a virgin at the time, and performed a blowjob.

Unaware it was part of a scheme to rob me, I was so moved by my first blowjob that I even came in her mouth.

If she’s here, that means those black youths are—

“Where are they…?”

I frantically scanned my surroundings, but the usual gang of delinquents was nowhere to be seen.

No, it’s them. They might be hiding nearby. The girl would summon them at the right moment, determined to take everything I had this time.

Oh no.

The thought flashed through my mind.

The ten thousand dollars I borrowed from Alicia remained mostly untouched in my possession. Normally, carrying such a large sum would be dangerous, but since I didn’t have a bank account here, I’d been forced to keep the money at the bottom of my bag.

If I lost all my money again, I wouldn’t be able to go back to Japan this time.

This country has a great concept of free s3x, but I still wanted to die in Japan.

“What are you so scared about?”

What are you so scared of?

That’s what the girl said.

It was obvious. In this desolate wilderness, there was no one to call for help.

In such a place, I might lose not just my money, but my very life.

“Freeze.”

Don’t move.

The girl spoke with a condescending attitude, as if she held power over my life. No, she probably really did. Those young men must be hiding somewhere nearby.

“Ah…”

Then, just like that time, the girl unzipped my pants and took out my p3nis.

The same strategy again.

They’d catch me getting blowjobed by a minor and extort a large sum of money.

But when she took my c0ck into her mouth like last time, I suddenly realized something strange.

In this deserted place, did they need to create such a convoluted excuse to rob me?

No one’s watching anyway. It’d be easy to surround me in the shadows and rob me of my valuables.

“Freeze… Don’t move.”

Instead, the girl began sucking my c0ck with even greater intensity than before.

Her still-childish eyes locked onto me as she engulfed my entire length in her small mouth.

She stroked my rod with her slender fingers and teased the underside and ridge of my p3nis with the tip of her tongue in a lewd manner.

Just as you’d expect from a honey trap. 

Her technique was as amazing as ever.

Compared to Carol, a beginner of the same age, the difference was night and day. The girl stimulated my p3nis with precise movements, leading me to ejaculation with precision.

Last time, she’d made me cum in her mouth.

Never had I imagined the day would come when I’d fill a white girl’s mouth with my semen. In that miraculous moment, I must have worn an expression of pure ecstasy.

But this time, she didn’t do it.

The girl straddling me stripped off her clothes.

A T-shirt that hid her ample br3asts. Hot pants that covered her soft buttocks.

Socks and sneakers obscuring delicate fingers.

And a bra that supported a bust that was as big as Carol’s, and shorts that covered her beautiful private parts.

Stripping them all off, she was completely naked.

It was as if she were about to have s3x with me.

The sun had set, but the moonlight and the starry sky made it possible to see at least a little of the girl’s figure.

It was a bewitching figure.

Like other white girls, her n1pples and areolas were a pretty pale pink, and her waist had a seductive curve that made her seem older than a middle or high school student.

Her still-childish face contrasted sharply with the formidable swell of her chest. In the dim light, her assertive, streamlined beauty, along with her girlish scent filled with pheromones, awakened my animal instincts.

Her pink-striped pvssy, nearly childlike in appearance, told me she was younger than any white woman I’d been fortunate enough to bed before.

Among these young teens—not all, but a certain percentage—there existed physically exceptional children like this.

During my travels around America, I’d encountered only a limited number of middle and high school students with truly striking figures. But compared to Japan, where they are almost nonexistent, still, compared to Japan where such bodies were practically nonexistent, the existence of this percentage in the U.S. population starkly illustrates the undeniable gap between them and us Japanese.

The girls here, whether they’re middle school or elementary school, are incredible.

In one word: I want to fvck her.

There are tons of young girls who make me feel that way.

“I’m all yours.”

As I’m captivated by her beautiful naked body, the girl says something provocative.

Can I have s3x with this girl?

But if I do, I know for sure she’ll steal my money.

Or maybe she found out I made a fortune somewhere and is using s3x to lure me in.

When I finish my blissful time with white middle and high schoolers and look up at the night sky in a daze, she may look triumphantly at me and say, “Here’s the fee for this time,” and take all my money.

“Please fvck me up. I want your p3nis.”

But the girl seduces me with a seductive expression. No man would not be excited to be sucked by such a beautiful girl and have her naked body presented to him, ready for s3x.

But this money was lent to me by Ms. Alicia and the others out of kindness.

It wasn’t money I could waste on a fleeting desire.

“I love it. I want Japanese c0ck.”

“Ah…!”

But the girl rubs my p3nis against the surface of her pvssy, seducing me to the ultimate extent.

When her soft flesh rubs against the underside of my p3nis, an immense excitement and pleasure surges over me.

It’s as if I’m being sucked by another mouth.

“N-no… I can’t have s3x with a child…”

I desperately fought to restrain myself from losing control under the onslaught of her devastating pvssy attacks.

But as expected of a honey trap, she seemed to have extensive experience with men. Against such an opponent, I—a near virgin—stood no chance—

“AAHH!!!”

My chastity was easily taken by her white pvssy.

While on top of me, the girl lowered her body weight by burying her hips on my p3nis.

The moment she did, the unique clenching and clinging grip of a young girl’s pvssy enveloped my precious shaft.

While the cunt’s pleasure alone was intoxicating, the sight of this still-childish girl impaling herself on my c0ck proved even more arousing.

“Ahhh…”

Before long, the girl began to move. Her lewd hip sways and the rhythmic clenching of her flesh against me reminded me of the utter helplessness one feels during s3x.

I never knew that the act of our exposed genitals overlapping could feel so good.

“AHH!! Come on jap. Fvck me jap.”

The white girl before me swayed her hips violently, tempting me with her provocative movements.

The white girl seduces me as she swings her hips violently in front of me. Her small but powerful br3asts were shaking violently right before my eyes.

“N-no…”

Still, I couldn’t simply give in. If I succumbed to her seduction here, I didn’t know what the hidden men might demand of me.

Gritting my teeth, I desperately endured the pleasure between my legs, forcing myself to hold back from climaxing.

“Please fvck me, Daisuke. Fvck me hard.”

The girl gazed at me with tear-filled eyes, her English words dripping with temptation.

Meanwhile, my lower body kept up the intense s3x. Without a condom, I was enjoying the young girl’s pvssy raw.

Why did this girl know my name?

The answer was simple. The ones who picked up (or stole) my wallet that day were her gang.

Inside the wallet was something with my name written on it.

Their goal was undoubtedly the PIN for the cash card. That’s why they sent another honey trap to seduce me with my lower body.

Thinking about it, I grew increasingly frustrated.

In Los Angeles, I lost over a million yen.

If I let them surround me here too, I’d lose another million yen.

I’d rather die than let that happen.

“I’m not going to lose!”

“What?!”

Nearly losing myself, I lifted the girl’s slender waist and began thrusting myself.

I didn’t just thrust wildly. I wove in variations of rhythm, depth, and angle—shallow plunges, diagonal thrusts—using every trick I knew to assault the girl’s delicate folds.

“Awesome!!”

These techniques I’d learned from my encounters with Alicia and the others. When I tried them out, the mother and daughter’s reactions changed, so I pursued these skills further.

Still, it was just a virgin’s makeshift knowledge. Not particularly impressive, but effective enough on this young girl.

“Please kiss me. Kiss me, Daisuke.”

The girl gazed at me with melting blue eyes, demanding a kiss.

But I deliberately did something different to avoid letting her take control.

(So soft…)

As I drove into her depths, I kneaded her br3asts roughly.

I squeezed and twisted the full mounds, rubbing my fingers against her pale pink n1pples until they hardened.

Gradually, the girl’s vigor began to wane.

“Come on, Jap…”

Still connected to me, the girl sprawled on the grassy plain, her flushed cheeks urging me to thrust harder.

Though I knew this was exactly what they wanted, I lacked the willpower to resist the temptation of this adorable white girl.

If I were going to lose everything anyway, at least I could…

“AHHH!! COME ON DAISUKE!!”

I pinned the girl down in the grass and began pounding into her with wild abandon. This was nothing like the controlled technique from earlier – just primal, animalistic thrusts driven by raw desire.

“Ahh, it feels too good…!”

The dry sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed through the night wilderness. I gave in to my carnal desires and enjoyed the girl’s v4g1na, kneading her budding br3asts, entwining my tongue with hers and devouring her saliva with kisses.

There was no more hesitation.

I wasn’t thinking about consequences.

I just wanted to cum inside this white girl before me.

“AH!! OH MY GOD!! GREAT JAPANESE!!”

I could tell that neither the girl nor I had any room for maneuver. It might have been an act that only a honey trap could do, but as we looked into each other’s eyes and had s3x like this, I felt like we were lovers.

Although there is probably a ten-year age difference between us, and it would be a crime in Japan (though it might be a crime here too), I was now having condomless s3x with an American girl.

Soon…

“AHHHH!!”

“Ahh!!”

The girl arched her back like a bow, her pvssy clenching down hard.

She holds me tightly with her arms and legs, pressing her budding br3asts against my chest.

Having reached the pinnacle of pleasure, I ejaculated inside the girl despite her being underage.

This was different from before—a criminal act of intravaginal ejaculation.

As my semen was squeezed into her immature female organs, a forbidden pleasure pierced through my urethra to my brain.

It felt good.

This was the best s3x, different from married women or high school girls.

“AH!! AH!!”

Each time I released more semen into her, her small body would shudder. If it was an act, she was performing it exceptionally well. But the natural contractions of her female organs made me wonder if she might be climaxing. Though that could just be wishful thinking on my part.

Having s3x with Alicia and Carol had left me in a daze, and I suddenly realized that the girl I was still pinned down by had started crying.

That feisty girl was weeping, tears streaming down her face.

“Are you okay?! Did it hurt? I’m sorry!”

The s3x where a virgin like me just thrust my hips in lust did hurt the kid. And I even came inside her while I was at it. It’s too late, but I finally realized how stupid I was.

“No… You are wrong.”

The girl denied it, but those big tears were the best proof.

Whatever happened, I raped an American girl.

I did something terrible.

I never thought I’d become a s3x criminal.

“I’m sorry!”

At a loss, I had no choice but to kneel to her.

In the middle of the night in the wilderness, with my forehead rubbing against the ground and my p3nis completely exposed,

I begged the girl for forgiveness.

This was no longer a matter of protecting my property.

Rather, this was an act that would not be forgiven even if I offered all my money. Even if those young men showed up here, I was prepared to accept their violence.

However,

“One thousand dollars.”

A thousand dollars. The girl smiled coquettishly, meaning it was fine for about 100,000 yen.

Though impolite to ask, I thought, Is that really all you want? Of course, it was still a substantial sum, but the fact that the situation could be resolved with cash I had on hand left me thoroughly bewildered.

Can people be this businesslike about s3x? Is this something unique to a country where free s3x is common?

“Please fvck me again.”

While we were talking, the girl grabbed my p3nis again and tried to seduce me. If I had to pay 100,000 yen every time we had s3x, I’d go bankrupt. But faced with the girl’s bewitching body and smile, I had no choice but to obey helplessly.

“AHH!! AWESOME PENIS!!”

In the end, I indulged in outdoor s3x with the girl until the sky began to lighten.

By count, it easily surpassed my debt level, but ultimately, she only demanded the initial 100,000 yen.

Unlimited cumshots for 100,000 yen? I thought. Maybe the s3x capital of America isn’t as expensive as I thought.

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Day 20: Holbrook → Albuquerque

Distance Traveled: 325 km (Total: 1,207 km)

Means: Hitchhiking

Cash on Hand: $10,110

Expenses:

Bag purchased in Holbrook: -$25

Food and drink: -$23

s3x payment to Sarah: -$1,000

Remaining Balance: $9,062

Total Partners So Far: 6

Catherine McBride (27)

Elizabeth Carter (18)

Amanda Tracy (26)

Alicia Stanley (34)

Carol Stanley (15)

Sarah Anderson (?)