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

Exactly one year ago, a backpacker was hired at Stanley Farm.

His employment lasted a week. Daisuke Sakagami, a Japanese student, had been brought in to help during the busy season, tending to the farm’s horses and cattle.

No, that’s not quite right.

Daisuke only worked with the livestock for the first day or two.

After that, his main job was to “seed” us, mother and daughter.

“Ahh, Daisuke! Come Daisuke! Make me yours!”

First, my mother, Alicia Stanley, became his prey.

Daisuke easily got my mom in the mood with a casual conversation at work, and with his impressive p3nis and overwhelming technique, he easily seduced my mom, who was supposed to be a married woman.

For someone who only knew her usual cool demeanor, the sight was utterly shocking.

Seeing that same mother naked in a stable, being fucked from behind by a Japanese backpacker, became the definitive moment that revealed her feminine side to me.

A feminine side.

It wasn’t just Mom who had this aspect drawn out.

“Ah! It’s so amazing! Japanese s3x is incredible!”

I was still a virgin at the time, and even though I was supposed to be afraid of men, I found myself being penetrated from behind by Daisuke.

For the first time in my life, something thick and powerful was violating my most sensitive place, rubbing against it.

Though I’d always feared s3x and intercourse, once my body was bound, I became just like everyone else.

I wanted this sturdy thing to penetrate me deeply. I wanted his prominent ridges to scrape against my insides. I wanted his wild hands to pinch my n1pples harder.

Being fucked from behind, just like my mom, I realized the beuty of s3x.

Until now, I hated my special constitution that inadvertently aroused men.

But now, I can sense how wonderful it is.

If this talent allows me to give someone such pleasurable s3x, I believe it must have been given to me by God.

“Ahh! Cum inside me! I want to be impregnated by a Japanese p3nis! ♡”

Even when he came inside me without protection, I felt no resistance at all.

Horses don’t wear condoms during breeding. For humans, too, getting impregnated without a rubber is natural.

“Ah! Ah!”

Daisuke’s rough ejaculation made me climax multiple times.

Though this was my first orgasm ever, instinctively I knew this man’s every act with me surpassed all others.

He’s the finest male specimen in humanity.

The man with the best p3nis – someone neither I nor Mom could ever defeat, even if we joined forces.

“It’s been a whole year since that day, hasn’t it?”

Even after a year, Stanley Farm remains unchanged.

The horses and cattle spend their days in this unvarying landscape, basking in peaceful routine.

The only real change is my return to school.

As always, the boys direct lecherous glances my way, but now I view them from a detached perspective—If you want to look, go ahead and stare as much as you like.

I no longer bother hiding when they sneak peeks at my cleavage while I bend over or stare at my ass from behind.

Of course, if someone asks me out for physical reasons, I’ll say no, but if they’re just asking me to go see a movie with them, I’ll accept. The boys ignore the movie and just stare at my body, but I don’t bother to reject them.

This is just how my special constitution works—there’s nothing I can do about it.

Just as I was captivated by Daisuke’s p3nis, the boys are mesmerized by my br3asts and butt.

When I think about it that way, I guess it’s not so bad.

If I can’t enjoy the latest movies or theme parks because I’m afraid of the boys’ gazes, that would be a real loss in life.

So I deliberately don’t adjust my low-cut blouse.

I wear it proudly, daring them to stare at my exposed chest for the entire movie if they want.

Sometimes a bold boy will try to grope me,

“…Remember, just until the movie ends.”

I let them squeeze my br3asts for the two hours until the credits roll.

I bet a third of the boys in my class have already groped my br3asts and sucked on my n1pples in the dark.

But I won’t let them go any further than that.

I absolutely won’t let them touch my lower body, and when they try to kiss me, I press my index finger against their lips and say, “No.”

I never touch their penises, and even if I do, it’s only to make them ejaculate with a handjob. I never go straight into the real thing or go to the boy’s house.

I imagine my reputation among the boys in class has shifted from “a girl who’d let you fvck her if you begged, weak for popular guys” to “a girl who’ll give you handjob or titjob but absolutely won’t let you fvck her.”

But by evolving from someone who existed solely to be ogled by boys to someone who actively participates to some extent, I think my fear of men has calmed down a bit.

People might criticize this as some kind of shock therapy, but by deliberately offering fellatio or br3ast jobs myself, I might be trying to convince myself that “s3x isn’t such a big deal.”

When I perform the milking hand job and milking blowjob techniques Daisuke taught me, boys my age usually ejaculate in no time.

While it took Daisuke nearly half an hour to climax, most boys can barely last ten seconds.

Thinking about it, even if I were to be assaulted, I’d never lose in s3x. That’s one less thing to worry about.

Of course, the girls’ hostility towards me intensifies.

As I mentioned before, the boys all became obsessed with my body. So after spending time alone with a popular guy, I often face blatant bullying the next day.

But there’s something I can say to those girls:

Elliot’s p3nis?

It was about this size, with the foreskin slightly covering it. Even during s3x, it probably didn’t feel that good, right?

The semen… Hmm, not as bitter as I thought. Maybe even easier to drink than average?

I said this with a wide grin, and the girls went hysterical. But strangely, from the next day on, they stopped bothering me.

After all, as girls, they’d been forced to confront the reality that they’d lost to me.

Then one day I saw Elliot and the other boys chatting about “how amazing Carol’s blowjob was.” By then, I think bullying me had become downright miserable for them.

It’s a little unusual, but this is my new way of interacting with the world.

It seems that Mum was a little more well-behaved when she was a child, but in this day and age when bullying is becoming increasingly severe, I can’t get by with being so weak-willed.

Besides, I heard she slept with quite a few boys during her student days too. I think she dealt with her special constitution using similar methods to me.

I was shocked when Papa’s rival, that despicable farmer, drunkenly exposed himself to me: “While your old man was passed out from drinking that forbidden liquor, I had my way with your mother.” But then again, even if it was true, it wouldn’t be so surprising.

The key to dealing with our body’s peculiarities lies in men’s desires being contained to some extent. It’s hard to imagine Mama refusing that persistent suitor, and now I suspect he stopped visiting Stanley Farm after achieving his primary objective—bedding her.

Of course, Mama is a grown woman.

I wouldn’t pry into such matters now, and who she sleeps with is her personal choice.

Even if she were having s3x with that man right now, I have no right to hinder a widow’s freedom.

If anyone could stop her, there’s probably only one person in the world who could.

That was the young Japanese man who had made us so crazy about s3x a year ago.

“Jack?”

Suddenly, I heard Jack from the horse stable making intense neighing sounds.

More than neighing, he sounded like he was thrashing about.

Thinking there might be an intruder in the stable, I grabbed a pitchfork meant for dry straw as a weapon and peered inside warily.

There—

“Dou, dou, dou. Calm down, Jack.”

A black-haired Asian man was trying to soothe Jack in broken English and a foreign language.

Large, with a simple, gentle demeanor, he had no sense of being pushy at all.

With an aura reminiscent of a harmless herbivore, this man was someone I knew very well.

“Trying to calm him is pointless. Jack knows exactly what would happen to Mom and me if you were here.”

I leaned the pitchfork against the wall and addressed the man.

Daisuke Sakagami.

Without a doubt, this was the name of the man I’d been longing to see for so long.

The wild man who had signed the marriage certificate for me and Mom at the same time.

But his wildness didn’t end there. I knew all too well the primal, untamed beast hidden beneath his herbivore-like appearance—whether in the horse stable or on the bed.

It was engraved into the walls of my v4g1na.

“Carol!”

The moment he saw my face, his expression lit up. He’d react like a squirrel, so it’s easy to misunderstand, but in bed, he’s undoubtedly a lion.

“I missed you, Daisuke.”

Without hesitation, I pulled him into a tight embrace. I didn’t care that my br3asts flattened against his chest as I savored his scent for the first time in a year.

Normally, he smelled like sun-dried hay. But under certain conditions, he’d emit a lewd aroma that could melt any woman.

“Ca… Carol…?”

So, as if it’s the most natural thing to do, I kneel and unzip Daisuke’s trousers.

I take his sturdy member from the gap in his boxer briefs and begin a milking handjob, just as he taught me.

“Daisuke…”

As I move my hand up and down, milking from the base, his c0ck gradually stiffens.

It grows thicker and longer, developing a distinct curve.

He’s really nothing like the boys in our class.

A white guy could never have such a formidable p3nis.

“Ah… Carol…”

Once it’s sufficiently erect, I take it into my mouth.

This is another blowjob technique Daisuke taught me.

I milk the base with my hand while vigorously massaging the glans and shaft with my lips.

The lewd smacking sounds are proof of Daisuke’s arousal.

My saliva mixes with his pre-cum, creating those filthy noises.

It’s really completely different.

Just taking it in my mouth nearly dislocates my jaw. The pulsing veins, the heat against my palm – the sheer masculine scale is utterly unlike anything else.

This is Daisuke’s c0ck.

The world’s most formidable p3nis, possessed by a Japanese man.

“You like this, don’t you?”

“Ah…”

I removed my bra as if tracing the same pattern from last year’s request, exposing my br3asts to clamp around Daisuke’s sturdy member.

Though I’d performed this act for many boys before, only his p3nis could make my chest burn like this.

Only Daisuke’s could make my F-cup br3asts strain to contain him completely. Only Daisuke’s c0ck, glistening with pre-cum and my saliva, could make me so wild watching it slide between my br3asts.

“Want to come on my face? Or spill it all in my pvssy like last time?”

By now, most class boys would’ve climaxed three times.

But Daisuke, with his majestic composure toward s3x, continued enduring my br3ast jobs and fellatio.

The choice lay with him.

After all, I was the wife who’d surrendered marriage rights to him.

“I… I want to cum inside…”

Hearing his clumsy English, my stomach feels hot.

My stomach?

No, my womb.

Hearing that he wants to cum inside me is making my uterus ache.

After all, this room knows the pleasure of being filled by Daisuke’s semen.

It knows the spasming ecstasy of being battered by his seed.

The best s3x—something boys in my class could never give me—Daisuke delivers effortlessly.

So I stripped off all my clothes, put my hands against the horse stable’s fence, and thrust my ass toward Daisuke.

Even without looking, I know I’m exposing my thoroughly soaked pvssy without reservation.

“Fvck me, Daisuke,”

I beg, gazing up at him with pleading eyes. Then—

“Ah! Ahh—”

Something I hadn’t felt in a long time entered my v4g1na.

A real man’s real c0ck.

Hard, thick, and curved, it fills me completely.

“Ahh! Daisuke! Daisuke!”

As the slow piston motion began, I could only scream his name.

It felt amazing. Daisuke’s c0ck was truly the best.

Every time the glans rubbed against me, I let out a moan.

Each thrust of his head against my cervix made my mind go blank.

The moment I realized I was being fucked by a Japanese p3nis, my whole body melted into a puddle.

Ah, I guess I can’t win against Japanese s3x.

Without a Japanese c0ck, you can’t have real s3x.

“AAH! Carol!! Deru!!”

“Deru” is the Japanese word for ejaculation.

In the past, after Daisuke shouted this word, he’d repeatedly fill me inside.

That overwhelming sensation of being filled again—

Just thinking about it made my walls clench involuntarily.

“Ahh! Give it to me! Plant your Japanese seed in me this time, Daisuke!”

The ambition to carry Daisuke’s child, which had been denied last time.

Before, there was a one-week deadline, but this time I’ll never let him go. I’ll make this sturdy p3nis ejaculate inside me as many times as it takes to get pregnant with Daisuke’s child.

“Carol!! Carol!!”

“Ahh!! I’m cumming!! Daisuke’s c0ck is making my pvssy cum♡♡♡”

Under the watchful eyes of excited horses, I scream my climax to the heavens.

The pleasure that hits me explodes in my head and spreads throughout my body. Bullets of pleasure run down my brain and out from the tips of my limbs, my erect n1pples, my cl!toris, and every other place.

In this moment, I release a year’s worth of pent-up desire, flushing it all out with the tide of my climax.

“Ahh♡♡♡”

Simultaneously, the long-awaited bullets of semen slam into the depths of my womb.

Three times, four times, five times—the relentless barrage of semen fills me completely, saturating my uterus and v4g1na with his thick semen.

It was such a violent ejaculation that it seems impossible not to get pregnant.

His p3nis—a monstrous weapon—and his scrotum—a bottomless arsenal of ammunition.

The intense s3x was so intense that even a horse’s mating couldn’t compare, and I experienced double-digit orgasms at the same time.

“Ah♡ Ah♡”

Still, Daisuke refused to stop cumming.

His sturdy c0ck remained connected to my pvssy as he poured endless semen into me like a horse.

“Carol?”

Until my mother returned from the neighborhood farmers’ gathering and entered the horse stable,

I could only lie defenseless, receiving his semen.

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◆Character Profile◆

Name: Carol Stanley

Country of Origin: United States

Age: 15 years

Height: 157 cm

Weight: 47 kg

Bust: E cup → F cup

Male Experience: Daisuke only

The only daughter was born on Stanley Farm.

Her constitution is like the female version of Daisuke’s, making every man she meets lust after her. This led to her developing androphobia and becoming a school dropout.

Witnessing her mother, Alicia, having s3x with Daisuke was shocking at first, but gradually she came to believe this is the true nature of humans.

She eventually lets Daisuke hold her of her own volition and discovers the beauty of s3x.

Now, she has overcome her androphobia and grown somewhat indifferent about her own body’s peculiarities, but deep down, she only wants to be truly embraced by Daisuke alone.

◆Evaluation of Daisuke◆

Perhaps it’s more accurate to call him the master of us, cattle-like mother and daughter.

When he stands before me with his sturdy erect p3nis, I feel almost conditioned to go into heat automatically.

Recently, I’ve begun thinking there should be a s3x hut at Stanley Farm specifically for Daisuke.