The buffering bar ticks up towards full as the video loads, coming to life once the player has enough data to complete the show without interruption. Staring back through the screen is a very excited looking long haired brunette whose face dominates the capture, her large brown eyes made even larger due to her ellipse lensed glasses. Sporting a smile from ear to ear, she introduces the video: "Hi there everyone on Fuckbook, I'm with my friend here to help him convince one of you all to solve a little problem he's having". The video pans over to the right, revealing a far less excited looking young man who looks to be about twenty. Crystal blue eyes contrast softly with the emerging blush on his face. His damp shaggy dark hair is not quite long enough to hide anything in particular, but exposes that he's nice and clean from a recent shower. He's also shirtless, revealing a well defined but slim body. The lines of his abs draw the eyes to his tanned and smooth chest, the surfer boy body not quite matching the embarrassed look of his admittedly very handsome face. Looking away shyly, the girl startles him back to peeking at the camera by putting a hand on his chest.
"You see, Howard here not only doesn't have a girlfriend, but he's a virgin. Can you believe that? Look at this guy. He even gets straight A's! In college!
In California!
" her voice comes from off screen, the video jumping around from her picking up the camera and focusing it on him. The praise makes Howard scowl a bit, looking away again as his blush blooms. "Ah, but it isn't because he's lacking in anything. He's had quite a few suitors naked, in his bed even. I can say that with authority since I was one of them. Actually, the problem is he has a little bit too much of something". Giggling, she zooms the focus out and sets it on the nearby stand before inclining over Howard, revealing to the camera that she's wearing just a white t-shirt with a pink logo and a pair of black bikini cut panties.
Lying on her side facing the camera and resting her head on his shoulder, as she gently rubs his chest it becomes apparent she's quite petite, being slightly more than a foot shorter and fitting well against him. She delights in tracing the outlines of his muscles as her hand comes to rest on the waist of his pajama shorts. "Show yourself to the world, come on," she teases with a glint in her eye, excitement dripping from her voice. He nearly groans in contrast, deliberately looking at the wall opposite the camera. What was once the source of naïve pride had long ago become a source for bashfulness. Steeling himself, Howard lifts up his midsection and slides down his shorts, imparting why his companion simply cannot keep a straight face. "Just fucking look at this thing, it's so ridiculous" chortles the brunette, enjoying the grand reveal.
"Maddy!" exclaims the poor Howard, steadfast in his staring contest with the wall. Maddy, on the other hand, nearly has tears in her eyes as she laughs, savoring his embarrassment. Snaking her hand down and under to his newly released member, the limp eggplant bounces softly on her hand as she plays with it. It dwarfs her tiny hand, the tips of her fingers visible underneath but only her wrist on the other side.
"Thank Christ it's at least a little excited, or even the biggest slut wouldn't stand a chance. It gets literally a foot long and as big as both my fists," she says, wrapping her fingers over a closed fist to demonstrate. "It's probably, like, a third of my body weight too."
"You're freaking tiny! It's not that bad. You talk about it like it's a monster. And don't use 'slut', I've always hated that..." Howard tails off meekly, taking a quick glance at the camera before deciding to focus his gaze on Maddy.
"Look at that, he's such a sweetheart, he really is" coos Maddy, looking back at Howard fondly, however trying not to laugh. "But, I'm sure anyone who's caught you skinny dipping in Loch Ness would agree with me it's a monster. I have no idea how you even thought having sex with me would've been possible. Anyway, we've gotta sell this thing to someone, and the only ones buying are sluts and German porn directors, so don't interrupt my pitch." Following her quip, Maddy pulls out a bottle of baby oil from a table out of view, and instructs Howard to uncap it and keep it ready for her.
"Now personally, my favorite part about this thing is making it go from soft and plushy to as hard and big as the Empire State building. You can actually feel it heating up in your hands as it firms, and if you've got poor circulation like me it just feels awesome to hold it. Like I said, warm and plushy," she chirps, taking a moment to hold the thing against her cheek, enjoying the warmth as her glasses are knocked crooked by the flailing monster.
Grabbing the bottle from Howard, she pools a nice dollop of oil oozing around his slowly hardening member. As her hands work the oil into him, the pleasant and gentle kneading causes Howard to stir, squirming slightly and breathing harder while her tiny hands give him a rare satisfaction. Once satisfied that the oil is not going to drip away, Maddy starts using both hands on him. "Mmm, I do believe you like it when I do this" her smile betrays her innocence as each hand starts from the base, moving up twisting his barber pole, to give a rub and a flick of his slit once reaching the top, only to appear at the bottom again the next moment. The slick sliding of her hands has the desired effect on Howard, his short grunts proving her belief.
"You can see the veins start to pop out too, it's almost like a standing ovation" smirks Maddy, "speaking of standing..." with a big overture and smile, she lets go of his shaft, the tower of Pisa falling slowly to Howards stomach. "Aww, you must be nervous from being on camera," she teases. Repositioning herself between his legs, she lets one hand begin exploring his balls, massaging them back and forth. Her free hand makes its way to the base of his shaft, her palm pushing down gently as she slides it up the underside of his now shiny, slippery shaft, each repetition making Howard feel a wave of warmth sliding up through him. The pleasant sensation, as well as the lack of blood running to his brain, finally allows him to relax.
