Sex is the Best Way to Learn About Other Cultures. - Chapter 1.5 Female Perspective

When I saw that Asian man and Ms. Jessica having s3x, I thought, “Oh, that’s the one.”

“Ah! What is this?! Is this kind of s3x even real?!”

Ms. Jessica, a flight attendant at Heathrow Airport, was my mom’s colleague.

The usually cool Ms. Jessica was being fucked from behind by an Asian man, letting out high-pitched moans.

She was completely naked, her br3asts—about the same size as my mom’s—swaying violently with each thrust.

Pounding into her secret place was the Asian man’s erect p3nis.

Even at twelve, I knew this was what they called s3x. I’d caught my mom and her ex-boyfriend doing it before.

My mom was a single mother. In the UK, that’s not unusual at all; plenty of kids in my class didn’t have dads either.

But somewhere in my heart, I wish my mom’s boyfriend would become my daddy.

Even if we weren’t bl00d-related, having a reliable dad in the same household became a kind of status symbol for me.

But that wish never came true. Mom would date guys, but they’d break up within six months.

I thought it was because of incompatible values or my presence being a thorn in their side, but just now I discovered the real reason.

“Oh! Japanese guys are amazing! It’s different from white guys’ s3x!”

Seeing Jessica’s wild state, I was convinced. All of my mom’s previous boyfriends had been terrible at s3x.

Come to think of it, when I’d secretly watched Mom and her boyfriend before, she never made such intense noises. I could tell she was enjoying it, but never to the point of losing herself in pleasure.

My friend Shelly once said that s3x is the most important part of a marriage. She also mentioned that men with small d1ck have higher divorce rates.

My mom’s boyfriend’s p3nis wasn’t nearly as big as that. It never stood so proudly erect, and once it finished, it took ages to recover.

But…

“Ahh! How many times can you cum?! Do you have a tank in your balls?!”

From what I could tell, he’d cum at least five times.

All in a row, without a single break.

I understood why Jessica was losing her mind. I was only twelve, with no sexual experience, but even I could see…

“Aahh! God! Forgive me for letting this man fvck me into orgasm!”

I knew he’d make a perfect husband for my mother.

In other words, he’d be my real father.

But the man looked like a tourist. Who knew how long he’d stay in London? For all I knew, this might just be a stopover before he took the Eurotunnel straight to Paris.

“I want you to have s3x with my mom.”

So I asked Daisuke, an Asian tourist, directly.

You like s3x with white people, don’t you?

You had such intense s3x with Jessica, I told him.

When I showed him the s3x photos with Jessica, Daisuke followed along obediently.

Not all Japanese people are like that, but Japanese people are quite subservient, so if you assert yourself to them, they will follow you quite easily.

“s3x is very important.”

When I brought Daisuke home, I explained in detail why I chose him.

I wasn’t sure how much English he understood, but I repeatedly made one thing clear: “Tonight, you’ll have s3x with Mom here.”

This man would be able to satisfy Mom.

Because Mommy is beautiful and has large br3asts, I thought it was natural that Daisuke would choose her as his marriage partner.

The ideal dad who could make my mom happy.

I was certain I’d finally met such a person.

“Huh… So…”

Unfortunately, we had nothing to do.

It’ll probably be three hours until Mommy comes home.

I’m alone with someone whom I don’t even know how well he understands English.

It’s getting boring. I wonder what kind of conversations girls have with their daddies.

“I heard that s3x feels good, but is that true?”

The conversation inevitably circled back to that topic.

I’ve never had a boyfriend, so I have no experience. Some of my friends have had s3x with boys, but they all say it hurts and doesn’t feel that good.

If possible, I’d want to verify whether s3x with this man would truly be pleasurable before introducing him to my mom.

As a daughter, it’s only natural to be cautious when choosing a boyfriend for Mommy.

So I asked,

“Daisuke, does seeing my body excite you?”

Trembling, I pulled up my hoodie in front of Daisuke.

Through the pink fabric and my bra, I revealed my br3asts.

Like my mom, my chest is on the larger side for my class. The boys tease me about it sometimes, but I don’t think anything of it because I’m sure they will be a valuable weapon in the future.

I never imagined I’d have to use it at twelve.

“They’re smaller than Mom’s… but…”

Still, it was embarrassing to show my br3asts to a man.

Even through the bra, I was exposing parts of myself normally hidden. Since boys consider girls’ br3asts special, I couldn’t help but worry about how he’d see me.

“S-Silvia!!”

Fortunately, Daisuke was thoroughly flustered by my br3asts.

Good. So my br3asts do excite him properly. If that’s the case, since he’s going to be my future dad, maybe showing him everything is okay.

“I want you to show me your d1ck, too.”

Since I’m exposing my br3asts, I want to see his too.

That sturdy p3nis, not just from a distance, but right in front of me.

“Or is this not enough?”

Making up my mind, I undid the bra’s clasp.

Still too embarrassed to show everything, I pulled my hoodie back on and tossed the bra onto the floor.

“I want Daisuke’s c0ck.”

I invited Daisuke using vulgar words that my mom told me never to use.

Truth be told, s3x scares me, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to know what it’s like with the man who’s going to be my dad.

And then…

“It’s hard…”

Daisuke’s p3nis was hard even through his pants. There’s something so sturdy in there. No wonder his trousers are bulging so tight.

“Look.”

I straddle Daisuke and lean forward. My br3asts must be spilling out from under my drooping hoodie.

It’s embarrassing… probably showing cleavage and n1pples too.

“Kyaa!”

In that moment, Daisuke rips my hoodie off.

My br3asts are suddenly exposed, and I feel so embarrassed, but having my dad see them doesn’t feel bad at all.

“Haa, hasande…” (Sandwich)

Daisuke spoke something in other language while exposing his grown-up p3nis.

His p3nis was erect, its turtle-head part fully exposed, completely different from Mom’s boyfriend’s.

The size difference was striking. I thought Japanese penises were so amazing.

I didn’t understand Daisuke’s words, but maybe he wanted me to squeeze it between my br3asts?

I’d seen Mom do that with her boyfriend’s p3nis before.

“Okay.”

So I pressed my upper body against Daisuke, sandwiching his sturdy p3nis between my br3asts.

My size couldn’t fully contain it, but just holding Daisuke’s member made my chest flutter with excitement.

“B-blow job…”

A blow job, I’m pretty sure, is when a girl takes a guy’s c0ck in her mouth. Mom used to do it for her boyfriend.

“Mmm—”

Without even asking for permission, Daisuke forced his big thing into my mouth.

Instantly, my mouth was filled with Daisuke’s thing. It was so big I thought my jaw might dislocate. Do all adults do this kind of thing?

“Mmm, mmm—”

Daisuke’s thing rubbed against my upper palate and tongue. It hurt because it was too big, but strangely, it didn’t feel bad.

I guess I don’t mind taking a man’s c0ck in my mouth after all.

“AHH!!”

Then in the next moment, Daisuke pulled his c0ck out of my mouth and sprayed something from the tip.

A sticky, foul-smelling, milky-white liquid.

This must be what they call semen, I thought.

When I was with Mom, the contraceptives hid everything, so I never realized how much there was.

“God…”

As Daisuke’s shower of cum bathed me, I felt a strange surge of emotion.

Truth be told, s3x terrified me, but somehow Daisuke’s stench made me feel strangely safe.

I was convinced, not as a daughter but as a woman, that having s3x with this person was not a bad thing.

“Come here, Daddy.”

I stripped off my pants and underwear, thrusting my ass toward Daisuke.

This was my first time doing this, but I could feel how wet my crotch had become.

I was about to have s3x with Daisuke.

To test our compatibility with Mom.

No, because I wanted to have s3x with Daisuke.

“Silvia”

“Ah!”

Daisuke’s erect member pressed against my entrance.

What a formidable shape.

When we made contact, I wondered how such a large thing could fit inside me, but I knew Daisuke would handle it perfectly.

After all, even the cool Jessica had been fucking like a madwoman with him.

“Silvia…”

“Ah… Ah!”

As expected, Daisuke smoothly guided his formidable member into me.

I’d heard that inexperienced women have something called a hymen, but Daisuke’s gentle penetration with his impressive member was so skillful that I didn’t even notice it being breached as he led me into the world of s3x.

Daisuke began kneading my br3asts.

The more he kneaded me, the more I felt compelled to swallow every inch of his formidable length.

Eventually…

“You’re… the best dad ever.”

My pvssy was too small to fully accommodate Daisuke’s thick shaft, but when his tip brushed against my cervix, it sent waves of euphoria through me.

I knew I’d chosen the right man.

I want Mom to have s3x with him soon.

“Come on, Daddy…”

But first, it was my turn.

I couldn’t restrain myself anymore.

“Ahh! Daddy!”

As Daisuke’s hips pistoned relentlessly, lightning bolts of pleasure erupted within me.

What was that?

Why does my body feel like it’s floating?

Why did my mind go completely blank?

“S-Silvia!!”

“Ahh! Ah–!”

Every time Daisuke called my name, I could feel my pvssy tightening.

It’s better than I imagined.

s3x feels even better than I imagined.

“Ahhh!! Daddy!!”

My moans were starting to sound like Jessica’s. Like I wasn’t a kid at all, but a grown-up woman. When I looked down at my br3asts swaying violently and my hair flying around, I realized—I was twelve, but I was already a woman.

Someone once said that if s3x goes well, you’ll climax at the end.

I think I’m climaxing now.

Ever since Daisuke entered me, I’ve been climaxing every time he thrusts his hips into me.

That’s why my mind is completely blank.

My body feels like it’s floating on a cloud.

s3x is amazing.

What a lucky day—being able to have s3x with a Japanese dad.

“Ahhh!! Come!! Cum inside me!!”

I scream slang that would probably make my mom faint if she heard it.

I don’t know these words, but they come naturally from the depths of me.

The phrase “cum inside” feels so right, I wonder if it’s been engraved into my instincts rather than my memory.

I want it.

I want Daisuke’s sperm inside me.

“AHHH!”

Along with Daisuke’s screams, I climax so hard I nearly lose consciousness.

Semen spurts out of Daisuke’s tip with incredible force, filling up my uterus.

This is s3x.

I realize this is the happiness of being born a woman.

“…So now you’re my real daddy?”

Though I nearly forgot myself in the overwhelming climax, I managed to capture decisive photos of Daisuke violating me on my smartphone.

Two and a half hours until Mom returns.

As I gazed at Daisuke’s still-erect, formidable member, I thought: In that time, I could become even happier.