Sex is the Best Way to Learn About Other Cultures. - Chapter 6.5 Female Perspective

I picked up a hitchhiker in Clinton who was about 13 years old.

Though I’d never given anyone a ride before, the girl with a ponytail named Sarah who was giving me a thumbs up on the side of the road looked so cute that I stopped my car without thinking.

Sarah wanted to get to Oklahoma City, ideally Dallas.

I was planning to go to my parents’ house in Fort Worth, so I told her that I could drop her off at the airport.

I was surprised to find a burly Asian youth accompanying her, but it was too late to back out now. So I ended up driving toward Dallas with an uncommon pair in the back seat: a white girl and an Asian boy.

I had no idea how these two came to be together, but prying into private matters wasn’t appropriate, so I limited myself to superficial questions.

Were they bloodless relatives?

Or perhaps an interracial couple?

Though countless questions burned in my mind, my purpose for this trip was simply to visit my family during my break. I suppressed the urge to ask. The drive to Fort Worth would be long, and while having more ways to pass the time was ideal, I had little interest in using others’ personal affairs as entertainment.

Daisuke, the Japanese man, was shy.

I knew several other Japanese people myself, all equally reserved. Though rude to admit, I’d concluded that while they could make decent friends, they’d never develop into anything more.

“Do you have a boyfriend, Stephanie?”

Sarah asked with an innocent smile.

I remember that girls around this age were interested in all sorts of love stories.

Though it was highly unlikely that the Japanese guy beside her could be her boyfriend, I found myself drawn into the conversation, remembering my own youth.

I had a boyfriend back in Amariro.

We couldn’t take time off for this trip due to work, but we’re seriously considering marriage in the future.

I’m planning to introduce him to my parents eventually, so I’m carefully considering the timing.

He’s a white man, two years older than me.

Kind and good-looking, he’s my ideal boyfriend. Though I shouldn’t say it, he’s nothing like Daisuke.

“Is your boyfriend good at s3x? How big is his p3nis?”

“Huh?”

For a moment, I wondered if I’d misheard. Girls around Sarah’s age do develop an interest in such things, but asking so bluntly? Especially in front of a man, even if he barely understands English.

“After all, bigger feels better, right? You can enjoy s3x to the fullest with a p3nis that reaches deep inside, rather than one that barely touches the middle, right?”

“Enough already–”

I was about to raise my voice, but then I saw Sarah in the rearview mirror and froze.

To be precise, it wasn’t Sarah. I’d witnessed something utterly astonishing—something she was frantically stroking with her hands.

(What… is this…?)

Before I knew it, Daisuke had pulled out his p3nis from his pants, and it was erect. Then, with frantic motions, Sara-chan began jerking him off.

What are they thinking?

Before I could think that, I couldn’t take my eyes off Daisuke p3nis.

His c0ck stood defiantly toward the ceiling—

It was an extraordinarily thick and massive p3nis.

Nearly three times the length of an average erection, with a girth that defied normalcy.

Naturally, it dwarfed my lover’s member, its lewd curvature bending unnaturally.

What a monstrous c0ck.

What a masculine male organ!

Still, I was driving.

With numerous vehicles following behind and no shoulder to pull over, I had no choice but to keep driving.

Normally, I should have kicked these two out of my car for their outrageous behavior, but the sudden turn of events was making my head spin.

What kind of relationship do they have?

Sarah is still young. What’s this man thinking, letting a girl touch his p3nis?

Is a white-Asian couple even possible?

I’m sorry to say this, but white men are cooler and more gentlemanly. What’s this girl thinking, engaging in such lewd acts with a barbaric ape?

Now utterly speechless, I kept the car moving.

Sarah knew I’d noticed.

That’s why she brought up that particular topic.

Still, I figured responding now would mean losing.

Perhaps it would be best to drive them both to Fort Worth Airport and pretend I saw nothing, maintaining my ignorance.

I can’t get involved with something unknown either.

I have no interest in an Asian-white couple.

Yet…

(How audacious he is…)

Every time I check the rearview mirror, his p3nis comes into view.

I’ve never seen a p3nis that large before.

I don’t know if it’s because my experience with men is limited or if Daisuke is simply extraordinary. But every glance at the mirror reveals his erect p3nis, making it impossible for me to concentrate on driving.

Sarah began to take that overly strong p3nis into her mouth.

The lewd sound of saliva echoed through the car.

Normally, the sound of the engine would drown out any sound we could hear, but I could tell that Sarah was making it loud on purpose.

Her adorable tongue licks up the massive glans, and she takes the thick shaft into her mouth, moving her jaw up and down.

Oh, what a nasty blow job.

It’s so sturdy, like a huge banana, and the scrotum is absurdly large.

The size and length are on another level, and I can’t help comparing it to my boyfriend’s pathetic one.

Don’t your jaw hurt from having something that big in your mouth?

As we approached the outskirts of Oklahoma City, I realized I was checking the rearview mirror several times, even on roads where there was no need to check behind me.

Is it to make sure they don’t make any suspicious moves?

No, this behavior itself is already suspicious.

How could anyone suck such a formidable p3nis in public? There’s something seriously wrong with people like that.

Agh, why don’t you just have s3x already? Then I’ll stop the car and let him violate me!

“Ah!!”

In the next instant, he erupted violently.

His semen splattered across my precious car, staining it.

What a massive amount. And what a foul stench.

Even from the driver’s seat, the intense odor of his semen pierced my nostrils.

What have you done?

Such a strong smell can never be removed with deodorant.

With this overwhelming semen smell assaulting me, I can’t possibly drive safely.

“You guys, get your act together!”

I opened the back door and yelled at them.

How on earth are you going to take responsibility for what you’ve done to my car?

“I won’t forgive you anymore!”

I shoved Sara-h aside and latched onto Daisuke p3nis.

Ah, it is amazing.

It’s completely different from my boyfriend’s pathetic penish.

It’s impossible not to get excited when you see such a strong p3nis.

As I took the thick shaft into my mouth—so thick it nearly dislocated my jaw—I reveled in the stench of his manhood with every fiber of my being.

Thick.

Long.

Powerful.

This superior male’s p3nis captivated me in an instant.

Sarah and I licked his p3nis and balls together, serving this superior male.

An overwhelmingly superior p3nis.

A woman’s reason is powerless against such power.

“This… It’s not fair.”

As I served the Japanese man’s p3nis with my proud br3asts, I made a sarcastic remark about its strength.

With such a formidable c0ck, how could any woman resist taking it in her mouth?

There’s no way a woman wouldn’t get turned on by such a strong smell.

“Ahh!”

Soon, a massive amount of semen erupted from his sturdy p3nis.

It was amazing, as expected.

The smell. The amount.

The cowardly white fluid that melts women into submission.

I don’t mind my whole body being soiled with this semen.

If possible, I want it to be poured directly into my womb.

“Ahh… what a magnificent p3nis!”

Soon, I started having s3x with him as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

I straddled his strong p3nis and welcomed it raw into my pvssy.

The size and thickness were incredible.

And what’s with this hardness?

My boyfriend’s p3nis is so soft, so why is Daisuke’s p3nis as hard as a rock?

“Ahh! Japanese penises are incredible! Now that I’ve experienced this, I could never go back to white men!”

I shook my hips of my own accord, receiving his strong p3nis.

The prominent glans scraped against my vaginal walls while his massive head pressed against my cervix.

I’ve never had s3x like this before.

How could such a sturdy p3nis not feel amazing?

“Ahh! I’m cumming! I’m going to cum from that big Japanese p3nis!”

As I shook my hips with all my might, I used my pvssy to milk for his semen.

I wanted him to ejaculate from his strong p3nis.

I wanted him to impregnate my white uterus with that massive amount of semen.

“Ahh! I’m cumming!”

The pleasure is overwhelming.

My consciousness leaps.

And then the most long-awaited moment of my life arrived in my uterus.

(This… is incredible—once you know this, there’s no going back…)

As the pleasure nearly makes me black out, his cum crashes into my womb with terrifying force.

The volume is extraordinary.

The intensity, the duration of his release—all of it surpasses what I’ve known from white men.

With each eruption, my consciousness flickers out, only to be dragged back by the relentless pistoning of his hips.

After repeating that outrageous s3x over and over, I found myself asleep in the car.

Deep in my consciousness, I could hear a girl’s intense moans.

It must be Sarah. She’s having s3x with Daisuke.

No matter how young the girl is, she has no choice but to surrender to that s3x.

He’s the God of s3x from Japan.

He came across the sea to teach white women like us true s3x.

His s3x was the real deal.

A real man.

A real male.

It’s a shame that my boyfriend isn’t like that, but it can’t be helped since he’s white.

I don’t know whether I will continue to be with him or find a new “Japanese” lover, but for now I want to bask in the afterglow of this s3x.

If they’re still here when I wake up, I’ll offer my body without hesitation.

To a real male.

To a real p3nis.

A woman has no way to resist…