Day 1- Night (con’t)

Ugh… I don’t really want to touch his body. But I’ll be sharing a bed with him later. It would be in my best interests to at least clean him up so he doesn’t stink so badly.

Reluctantly, Samus exits the bath, water sliding off her flawless skin in sheets. “Keep your eyes forward!” She barks at Hugh, still uncomfortable with having such an ugly man look at her naked body.

Hugh is happy to oblige. After all, he had already set up hidden cameras around the bathroom. He was going to make so much money selling these candid shots to the other villagers.

However, nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of Samus’s soft, supple hands on his back. After all, the inhabitants of Chinko Village were all degenerates who had never known the touch of a woman. It takes all his willpower to prevent his dick from swelling to full mast, though it twitches incessantly as she runs her hands across his skin. Thankfully, his bulk obscured the action going on between his legs from Samus’s view.

Ewww… His skin is so pale and oily. There’s no tone whatsoever. It’s almost pig-like.

Samus tries to hold back her disgust as she scrubs him, trying her best to wash off the accumulated dirt. Little did she know that all her efforts were just making Hugh even more aroused, rather than contributing to his overall cleanliness. Suddenly, Hugh leans backwards, causing his back to mash against her chest.

Hugh thinks he’s died and gone to heaven when he feels the marshmallowy plushness of Samus’s double Ds press into his back. He can even feel the stiff points of her nipples poking into him as she bristles with a mix of surprise and outrage. She’s so shocked by the sudden contact that Hugh relishes in the feeling for a good minute before she finally disengages, but before she can say anything, Hugh says, “I’m so sorry Miss, my leg cramped a bit for a moment there. I wasn’t looking at you per your instructions so I didn’t realize you were so close to me.”

Of course, this was all a complete lie but it was enough to stave off her anger. “I understand.” She finally replies. “Is your cramp feeling better?”

An evil idea pops into Hugh’s mind at that very moment. “Argh. It actually hurts quite badly. Do you think you could massage it?”

“That would mean I have to be in front of you though…” Samus doesn’t outrightly reject him, still feeling a little bad for her earlier outburst.

“There’s a towel on the shelf, you can wrap it around your body.” He suggests.

When he hears her move towards the shelf, Hugh chances a look at her and is treated to a brief view of Samus’s peach-shaped ass. ‘Hot damn,’ he thinks to himself. ‘I can’t wait to tap that!’

When she finally returns with the towel, Hugh can’t tell whether she’d be more erotic with it or without it. The snow-white cloth is barely able to contain her bust, the DDs straining against the fabric. When she kneels in front of him, he is presented with a perfect view of her deep cleavage. The towel is barely long enough to cover her pussy, the slightest amount of motion constantly threatening to cause it to ride up. From this position, her fat butt flares out from both sides of her hourglass frame, two perfect semi-circles of juicy assmeat.

God. It stinks here. Don’t tell me it’s coming from his penis. Looking at it, it’s really grotesque isn’t it. It’s so long and thick, like a can of coke. And the glans are covered in this thick yellowish-white grime.

“Do you even wash yourself?” The question comes out before Samus can stop herself.

Hugh follows her gaze to see her staring squarely at his gunk covered cock and grins. This was working out better than he expected. “Well, I do try my best. Maybe you could help me out?”

Samus had every reason to refuse. By all accounts, being asked to wash a strange middle-aged man’s penis should have set off every warning bell in her head. But the curiosity she was developing towards these massively oversized dicks, coupled with the strange culture of this village led her to make a choice that she may come to regret.

“Fine.” She huffs. Samus squeezes a generous helping of soap into her palm and without a moment of hesitation, begins to lather up his filthy meatstick.

Ugh. I can’t believe I’m doing this. If only Hugh wasn’t so unattractive.

Samus tries her best to imagine Hugh as a sexy hunk, but try as she might, she can’t get the image of his ugly mug and flabby bod out of her mind.

Meanwhile, Hugh was having the time of his life. Who could have thought the blonde beauty would be giving him a handjob on the first day of their cohabitation. His dick rapidly stiffens from her ministrations as Samus runs one hand up and down his shaft, while she palms his cockhead in an attempt to clean the smegma off. The soap quickly discolors as the dirt is washed off, turning into a slimy mix not too dissimilar to lube. The resultant experience would rival any top-class soapland, coupled with how sexy Samus looked as she pursed her lips in concentration, unaware of how much sexual pleasure her ‘washing’ was giving Hugh.

Oh my god. Is he getting hard? I guess it’s just a normal human reaction. I shouldn’t mention it in case I embarrass Hugh. I’ve already been too harsh on him this entire time.

His fake cramp all but forgotten, Hugh reclines as he enjoys the sensation of the busty blonde handling his cock. Thanks to his earlier fap session, he was in no danger of ejaculating any time soon and could fully savor her silken handjob. The softness of her palms feel great as they massage every part of his staff. Hugh especially loves the way she uses her nails to try and scrub away the crusted smegma, inadvertently scraping against his sensitive glans and causing spikes of pleasure.

“Ohhh. You’re really giving it a good wash.” He groans . “Maybe you can clean my balls as well?”

Samus shoots him a deathly stare but obliges, using her soapy hand to cup his hairy nutsack.

It’s not just his penis. Even his testicles are huge. Is it a trait of the population here? This warrants further investigation.

Unbeknownst to her, Samus has begun conflating her inquisitive mind with her newborn desire to learn more about these thick fucksticks. She absentmindedly continues fondling Hugh, unaware that his balls are churning in preparation to deliver a freshly made load of baby batter. Hugh can feel his balls contracting in preparation to cum when suddenly, Samus pulls away and sprays his erection with cold water.

“What the hell!” Hugh complains as his dick flags from the freezing shock.

“Sorry, I turned the wrong knob.” Samus apologizes as she fiddles with the shower. “I was trying to rinse you off since I’m done cleaning.”

Hugh wants to scold her for leaving him with blue balls, but her enthusiastic efforts in washing him had unknowingly caused her towel to slip downwards slightly, revealing a cherry-pink nipple. Satisfied with that eyeful, he decides not to pursue the matter further.

Dinner is uneventful, though Hugh’s balls begin to ache from lack of release as he watches Samus struggles to swallow her cum-infused meal. Samus stomach grumbles again in protest as it tries to digest Hugh’s slurry-like sperm. Strangely, although her belly disliked it, her tongue found the taste more bearable than this morning.

It’s almost like it’s affecting my brain! Every mouthful makes my head prickle! I really want to tell Hugh not to add this to my meals anymore, but I don’t want to offend him…

But seeing the smile on Hugh’s face as she ate his ‘specially prepared’ dinner made the words die in her throat.

That left one last event for the night. Sharing a bed.