Cock of the Walk
Chapter 1

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft, Teenagers, Consensual, Heterosexual, Fiction, First, Size, Teacher/Student,

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Garven Milroy becomes a piano student of Myra Briggs who, when she attends the local college keeps him on as a student. When she notices a bulge in Garven's pants she realizes that his gawking is sexual. Concerned that the youth is shy and not going with girls she engages one of her other students, the 18 year old Nancy Butler, to teach the promising teen and become his sexual mentor. Through Nancy Garven becomes a sexually confident young man and learns some valuable lessons along the way.

Young Garven Milroy becomes a piano student of the fourteen year old Myra Briggs. When Myra goes to a local college, because of his talent as a pianist, she folds Garven into her music lab. Myra becomes a sexual fantasy for the young boy who is resentful of Myra’s husband when she gets married. When Doug Cratterfield is activated to go to Viet Nam Myra becomes concerned when she notices a bulge in Garven’s pants one day and realizes that his constant gawking is sexual. Concerned that the shy youth is fantasizing about her and might do something inappropriate she decides to engage one of her other students to mentor him, a girl she knows who is sexually astute ... eighteen year old Nancy Butler.

Garven Milroy was a slightly built boy. He didn’t play sports but was always good at music. He’d begun playing the piano at nine years old. His parents tried to convince Eric Copley, the most sought after piano teacher in town, to take Garven as a student. But Copley, who had a two year waiting list, suggested that the young boy take piano from his protégé Myra Briggs. The Milroys weren’t happy at first but, as the lessons continued, they found that their eleven year old son was flourishing under instruction of the fourteen year old girl.

To Garven, not only was she a godsend to him as a piano teacher, he related to her as if she was a big sister. At fourteen, though Myra hadn’t yet begun blossoming into a young woman she was mature beyond her years. As Garven progressed in his studies his parents, along with others began touting Myra’s talents and soon became a sought after piano teacher in the community. By the age of fifteen Nancy had a substantial list of students but it was the twelve year old Garven Milroy who had truly became her prized pupil.

The arrangement worked out well for both of them. As she was taught by Copley she passed on the advanced knowledge to Garven. And when she graduated from high school at seventeen she went to a local university where Garven became a guinea pig for her college lab work. The symbiosis helped both of them.

It was natural for the boy to fantasize about his young female teacher. He held her up as some kind of goddess that would eventually choose him as her champion. She didn’t seem to be interested in boys her own age and as far as he knew she didn’t date. Though he always liked her looks it became clear to him that as she approached the age of fifteen she was becoming a stunning young female. Alive with pubescent hormones Garven’s feelings for his teacher began to change.

As the year progressed and as Myra’s womanly charms developed further Garven noticed that she was quoting Eric Copley more frequently. For some reason her praises for her teacher made her seem like a disciple. Garven didn’t understand why but he began developing a strong sense of distrust for Copley and resented Myra’s constant references to him.

Myra graduated from college and became a music teacher in a local high school, she was twenty-one. Garven was eighteen. She had been married to Doug Cratterfield the quarterback of their college football team since her junior year. Garven only saw Cratterfield when he would stop in to visit at the music lab at the college. After her marriage to Doug Garven’s feelings toward Myra grew even more intense which made him resent that his musical goddess had married an oaf of a football player.

When Doug Cratterfield’s Army Reserve unit was activated to serve in Viet Nam Garven seemed to be taking ownership of his piano teacher. Myra noticed that he was gaping at her more frequently, something that filled her with increasing discomfort. She knew that the shy, slight adolescent—her favorite student—had never been out with a girl. Every time she asked or hinted about the subject he got embarrassed and quickly avoided the conversation.

It came to a head one day when she walked into the music lab. It was summer time and she was wearing a sleeveless, low cut top that was tucked into tight fitting slacks. Not aware that the crotch of her pants was clinging to her body, showing the puffy outline of her vaginal lips, she followed Garven’s eyes to the spot and gave him a stern, “ahem!” The rims of the boy’s ears turned crimson. She didn’t mean for her eyes to drift down to his groin but somehow couldn’t stop them. What she saw was both informative and shocking, his bulge. It was HUGE.

Myra’s youth had not been without sexual experience. There had been three males in her life to that point: her husband, a young man she went with in college before she met Doug and an older man she knew before she went to college. Her first college lover’s endowment was below average. Doug’s was just under 7 inches. But the older man’s was huge. Though Garven was slightly built, thin and lanky, the size of his bulge reminded her of the two men who had given her the most sexual satisfaction. Sadly, Doug came in second to the older man who knew so much more about satisfying a woman. Seeing that Garven was so blatantly aroused she knew she had to confront him.

“Garven,” she said, “I know that you don’t mean to make me uncomfortable, but the way you have been looking me is quite disturbing.” She saw the hurt on his face. With a sideways glance she noticed that his bulge was deflating. “Sit down at the piano Garv (a nickname she called him when she was chummy), we’ve got to work this out.”

Garven, now a student at the same college where Myra Briggs was an assistant professor, was a regular in her music lab. She knew that he was hopelessly celibate and was too shy to even ask a girl out. Garven having sex with some girl is completely out of the question, she thought. Three days later she came up with the answer ... had even talked with the person who could help. Her name was Nancy Butler.

Nancy was attending Corbett University also. She had been a student of Myra’s since her early teens. In her senior year of high school Nancy, very popular with the boys, came to Myra with a troubling problem. She was pregnant. “If I tell my parents, Mrs. Cratterfield, they’ll try to make the boy marry me. But I don’t want him to. And I don’t want to have the baby.”

Unbeknownst to anyone other than the older man she was having sex with Myra, still in high school, had been impregnated by him. It was a time before Roe vs. Wade, a time when, though abortions were legal they were still hard to come by. Myra’s lover knew a doctor who did abortions. It was costly but doable ... and was done.

As soon as she learned of Nancy’s condition Myra contacted her friend and asked if he would help the girl like he had helped her. He did, his price being six months of sex with the pregnant girl. Myra, through her experience with the same man knew that he would demand this special repayment. She also knew that Nancy, just as she had all along, would love it.

Nancy knew Garven. They had both been taking lessons from Myra since they were children. Thinking he was gay she wasn’t attracted to him. She had not talked seriously with Garven about anything but music and was only attracted to more macho guys. But when her friend and teacher coaxed her to take the bashful, reluctant virgin under her wing she said, “For you Myra I would do anything.” She giggled, “But don’t you think this is asking just a little much?”

Myra had heard through the transom that Nancy had been implicated in sucking off twelve members of the water polo team. With a wrinkled brow and sly grin she said, “I understand that you are a water sports enthusiast. She winked then asked her again, something that could have been interpreted by Nancy as blackmail. But when Myra talked with her about Garven’s need to be introduced to sex and finding some way to control his hormones, it was as if the young woman were being enlisted as a modern day Florence Nightingale.

Nancy, forever indebted to Myra Cratterfield said, “He’s such a shy, sweet boy Myra. I guess it wouldn’t hurt for me to help him out.” With a saucy grin Nancy winked. Both females laughed and enjoying the interchange.


The beginning was quite simple. Both Nancy and Garven were working on sections of a piano duet for an upcoming recital as were a couple of other students. Myra merely decided that these two would play it together. So, while Nancy and Garven were spending combined practice time on the duet in one of the lab rooms Myra let Nancy know that she would “serve” as a kind of door guard in the music studio.

After Myra first made the suggestion Nancy made a special effort to get to know Garven. Though he didn’t fit the bill for her physically she actually enjoyed her chats with him, finding him quite an interesting conversationalist. All it took was asking him a few leading questions. She was cool enough which Myra knew she would be and she knew that Nancy would give Garven time to become comfortable with her in their joint practice. At the same time Garven was a perfectionist and would want to do their piece effectively enough to please their teacher.

By the time they started their fourth session Nancy felt that they were well enough along to make her move. She had made a point to ask Myra that day if she was ready to “stand guard” as she had said she would do. Though the lab doors were solid enough to mute the music coming from each room, they didn’t lock. The door of each practice room had a window at eye level that would allow an adult size supervisor to look into the room.

By virtue of the fact that Nancy sat beside Garven when they played she was aware of what a passionate musician he was. Because the keyboard obliterated her view of his crotch she couldn’t see whether or not he got sexually aroused when he played. She understood that masterful musicians would often do that and the thought always aroused her. But when he would really get into the music she could see how his breathing increased, even noticed that his nostrils would often flare during the fervent height of a moving passage. This day as they sat down she popped her knuckles as she always did before playing and said, “You’re really a passionate musician Garven, I’m impressed.”

His look was one of confused interest. “I-I don’t know w-what you mean by that N-Nancy.” He had always thought Nancy was a hot number and often fantasized about her while he was masturbating. He had heard some of the rumors too, though not the one about the water polo team. Though he still had a huge crush on Myra he would often live vicariously through Nancy as Myra’s surrogate.

“I’m mean, silly, that it is obvious that passionately written music appears to AROUSE you.”

Though he hadn’t even felt any kind of arousal (it took the music, plus the presence of the soft, warm and attractive female sitting beside him) he clamped his legs tight to hide any evidence of an erection. He knew she liked jocks and couldn’t even imagine that she might be interested in him. Passionate, he thought, why would she be noticing anything like passion in ME? Ever the stickler he said, “Well Nancy, we should probably start.”

“Garven,” she said impatiently, “don’t you even realize what a passionate musician you ARE?”

“I think we are good together Nancy. You’re an excellent pianist yourself.”

“I know that Garven. But haven’t you felt the passion we generate TOGETHER when we play?”

Not knowing how to handle the question Garven’s face turned beet red as he thought, geeze, how can she see that I get hard when I play? The keyboard covers me.

She put her hand on his leg and said, “You don’t have to be embarrassed Garv; all of us musicians get turned on when we play. I feel your passion when we are playing so excitedly, and in such precision.”

Reaching out his hands he struck a chord.

“Don’t Garv; I want you to understand what has been happening during these practice sessions. And just so you know, it’s not just the piano. It’s the piano and the person who is playing next to me. It’s YOU Garven.”

The touch of her hand on his leg made butterflies flutter in his stomach. Jesus, what is she trying to do to me? When she kissed his cheek he thought he should get up and run. When she touched his chin and coaxed his face toward hers and kissed his lips, he turned away. Alarmed he said, “What if MYRA catches us?”

Like a blade she wedged her hand between his closed thighs. Coaxing his face toward her again she planted a firm kiss on his lips, her tongue probing his mouth. When she felt his breath surging through his nostrils and his chest heaving she broke the kiss and whispered, “What I’m saying Garven Milroy is that I find you to be an incredible turn-on.”

It wasn’t a total lie. Nancy, a passionate musician herself, was turned on by the music. She realized too that Garven, though not the he-man type she preferred, was genuinely lovable. And she was sincerely enjoying the task of going after his youthful cherry. By the time her capable fingers wrapped around Garven’s hard penis through the fabric of his pants the maleness in him had let go of all resistance. “Jesus,” she exclaimed at the surprise of his bulk thinking, and I bet he doesn’t even know what he’s GOT here.

She had been with enough guys to know that something of Garven’s size didn’t come along very often. She had experienced it once, with the older man to whom Myra had introduced her, the one who set up her abortion. The abortion, she thought, and, that marvelous six months of sex.

She knew she would have trouble working Garven’s bulk out of his fly so she struggled to undo his belt buckle. Fumbling with the top button she zipped him down. Working the bountiful prominence out of the fly of his underpants she looked under the keyboard where she saw that the tip of his head literally touched the underside of it. “Jesus,” she said in an astounded whisper. It was love at first sight. She knew she would be spending some time getting used to the feel of Garven’s monster schlong filling her and moving inside like a giant piston.

When Nancy said, “Turn sideways on the bench,” Garven was an obedient puppy. She slid off the bench, walked around to his side, got on her knees and took a generous portion of his erect phallus into her mouth. Knowing what would happen she thought, no time like the present to start getting accustomed to what he has to offer. It took only two bobs of her head to trigger his release. My gosh, she thought, his load is as huge as his cock--thick too! It was so gooey and abundant that she had to gulp numerous times before she got it down.

Looking up at the stunned youth Nancy knew that feigned remorse would be the best thing for the situation. “I’m SO sorry Garven. I don’t know WHAT got into me,” about a pint of cum, she thought with a silent chuckle. “We’d better get dressed Garv. I’m sorry. Are you OKAY?”

Just as the buzzer went off to end of the session the boy scrambled to adjust his clothing. He made a fast exit. Nancy followed casually behind. Myra was sitting at her desk as Garven rushed past her, his face was as red as a thermometer bulb. “Good session Garv?” she asked. Not answering he rushed through the exit door and headed down the hall.

As she walked past Myra Nancy said, “It was start,” giggling and rolling her eyes, “And a quick finish.” She licked her chops and shrugged. Myra winked as Nancy walked quickly out the door in pursuit of the panicked youth. He was already a long way down the hall.

“Garven,” Nancy called, “Garv? WAIT UP. We’ve got to talk.” He kept walking fast but Nancy ran to catch up. “WAIT, GARVEN.” He slowed, stopped and turned. She caught up with him and asked, “Why are you running away from me?”

“I was embarrassed Na-Nancy. What if Myra would have caught us?”

Not blowing Myra’s cover she answered, “It doesn’t matter Garv. She didn’t.”

“But she COULD have.”

Standing in front of the flummoxed boy she said, “You’re such a silly, silly boy Garven Milroy. Why are you afraid of me?”

“I-I...” He didn’t know what to say. He had been playing with himself for so long that it was easier to deal with fantasies in the privacy of his room. He was convinced that no girl would go out with him. And now Nancy, such a dynamite specimen was making advances... had even sucked my cock for Christ’s sake. “Why Nancy, why?”

She took his hands in hers and looked him in the eyes. “I told you Garv. I told you that since we have been practicing together you’ve been turning me on.”

“But...”

Putting her finger against his lips she hissed, “Shh,” Then went on, “Look MR. Milroy you turn me on. I know that I turn YOU on. So why are you fighting it?”

He was blushing. “I just don’t know w-what to do,” he blurted.

“But I do sweetie. For better or worse I KNOW what to do. And I want to do it with YOU. And I want to do it NOW.” She raised one of the hands she was holding and put it against her breast. “You liked what I did, didn’t you Garv?”

Garven nodded. She could see his Adam’s apple bobbing. She dropped her other hand, put it against his crotch and fondled his limp dick. As it quickly began swelling she said, “And you like me doing this don’t you?” He swallowed and nodded again.

Christ, Nancy thought, this is so damned strange. It’s always the boys who have been doing what I am doing now. She was looking at the befuddled boy and thinking I have been made love to. I’ve been raped and have sucked dozens of boy’s cocks, just because they asked me to. And I have to beg this guy? She started to giggle then said, “I just don’t know what to do with you Mr. Garven Milroy.”

“I’m such a CREEP,” he said.

In a serious tone she admonished, “Well my friend after I get done with you I don’t think you’ll consider yourself a creep ever again.”

Looking at her watch she said, “It is 6:15.” Taking his hand she talked as she led him. “Daddy is working the afternoon shift. Mom will be leaving to play bridge at 6:30. We’ll go to my house.”

As they walked Garven couldn’t believe what happened to him at the music lab. Nancy, this very attractive girl who so many at school called “fast,” was taking him home to be “fast” with him. He felt silly asking the question but couldn’t hold it back. “Have you really done this with other boys?”

“What do you think?” she answered.” It was a question where an answer wasn’t needed to answer the question. Garven decided to let it go.

The Butler residence was just a fifteen minute walk from the college. When they turned the corner of her street they saw a car backing out of the driveway. “That’s Mom going to her bridge game.” She chuckled. “The coast is clear.”

After unlocking the door she pulled Garven inside, turned on the overhead light in the kitchen and led him in. Opening another door she said, “We’ll go down into the rec room.”

Walking down the stairs Nancy led Garven into a room that was about twenty by twenty. There was a large TV in an entertainment center/bookcase combination. About six feet from the TV was a tan and brown plaid couch, flanked by two brown Lazy Boy recliners. Picking up a remote she turned on the TV.

“Having the TV on, will kind of take the edge off your some of your nervousness Garv, I think.”

Just the fact that the TV was coming on seemed to do just that, at least to the jitters of being in a new place in a new situation. His excitement though was literally causing him to shudder, almost uncontrollably.

As Nancy took off her cardigan she said, “Take off your jacket Garv and just throw it over the chair.” Then she grabbed hold of his shoulders, pulled him close and kissed him on the lips. It was a long, tender kiss that felt soft and exciting. “You seem to know something about kissing Garv. Where did you learn?”

He didn’t want to tell her but felt trapped. “I’ve been practicing on my pillow.”

She smiled and said, “Cool, I used to do that a lot before I really started kissing.” Kissing him again she gently kneaded his lips with hers then parted his with her tongue.

Had it not been for him ejaculating just a half hour ago he probably would have cum in his pants right then. But he was now in better control—at least kind of. The fact that Nancy had confirmed pillow kissing as a cool thing made him feel like less of a geek. Taking his hand Nancy said, “Let’s sit on the couch. That’s really a nice place to start.” Feeling his tremors she said, “You don’t need to be nervous with me Garven. I’m just Nancy Butler. And I’m not even as good a pianist as you are.” He gave her a crooked smile.

“Here,” she said, working to unbuckle his belt, “This will help.” She was unbuttoning the top button. “It’ll make you feel like a million dollars.” She zipped him down. “And it’ll make you forget about being nervous.” His cock was in her hand, growing as she licked the weeping slit. “Mm, Garv, you taste very sweet,” she said, her brown eyes looking up at him. I love it.”

What she was doing now wasn’t as shocking as it was when she did it at the lab. And this time he wasn’t worried about someone walking in on them. As the gorgeous girl alternately licked the cleft at the bottom of his glans and bobbed on his engorged cock, he leaned his head on the back of the couch as his eyes rolled up into his eyelids in ecstatic pleasure. Pulling her mouth off his erection Nancy held up her pointer finger to emphasize the afterthought, “And it will help you to last longer when we, uh, (she smiled) do what we do next.” As she continued bobbing on his swollen cock she took one of his hands and put it on the side of her head, then took his other hand and placed it on the other side.

He got the idea. Lacing her hair with his comb-like fingers he began guiding her sucking strokes. Nancy hesitated, nodding her head in her approval for him taking the bait. To him it was as if she were saying, “You control the speed. And when you’re ready to cum...”

He guided her slowly at first, cramping his buttocks to keep from popping. When the urge began overwhelming he worked her head faster—bucking against the upward movement, finally gasping, “Oh Naaancy!” as he his load gushed in quick, forceful bursts.

She knew from her experience with the others that men were visually motivated creatures. They loved to see the product of their labors. Pulling her mouth off his massive penis she locked his eyes as a dribble of semen worked out of the corner of her mouth. Smiling she opened her mouth to show him the dollop of spermatozoa that she pooled in the spoon of her tongue before gulping and swallowed his offering.

Cool, Garven thought before she kissed him, shoving her slick and musky tongue into his mouth.

“WOW,” she said throwing her back against the couch, “your stuff is thick Garv, just like CUSTARD. And your cock, big boy, is larger than ANYTHING I have ever imagined. And, it’s GORGEOUS too.” She had become well-schooled on complimenting boys’ sex organs and what came out of them. In this case though, she was being absolutely honest. Only one male had come close. And that belonged to an older man. Her comments emboldened the young man to lean over and kiss her.

“Mmm,” she mewed. Turning her cheek she said, “But not so hard Garv. Pretend that my lips are your pillow and see how softly you can kiss me. He softened his lips and she opened hers slightly. “Mmm, you’re quick learner.”

Nancy was wearing a thin, light blue sweater and a blue pleated skirt that came just above her knees. She wore white and blue saddle shoes (with reddish soles) and had on lacy white, low cut socks. “Let’s find out a little more about each other,” she murmured, unbuttoning his light blue oxford shirt. Pulling the shirt out of his pants she undid the last button, took hold of the collar area and peeled it back. “Lean forward Hun so I can get it off of you.” He did and she did.

Pulling up her sweater she took it off over her head, exposing a lacy, ecru colored bra. Reaching both arms behind her back she undid the hook then leaned forward and shimmied the garment between them before picking it up and dropping it on the floor. With her shoulders back she exhibited her perky C cup breasts, with nipples the size of large Spanish peanuts, circled by salmon 2” areolas. She smiled as she saw the childlike wonder in Garven’s eyes.

“Have you ever seen girl’s breasts before Garv?” He shook his head. “Here,” she said as she took both of his hands and placed one on each breast, “feel them.”

When he clutched them she moved his hands off and said, “They’re very tender sweetie, you have to be gentler than that, at least at first.” She pressed his hands on them again whispering, “v-e-r-y g-e-n-t-l-e.”

He got the picture. First he started feeling different areas of her breasts, pushing his fingertips into her soft titties. When he gently pinched her nipples—soft at first but growing harder by the minute—they felt like nubbins, firm like a gum eraser. He squeezed a little harder. “Not yet Garv,” she admonished with patient smile.

She sandwiched his face between her two hands and kissed him, this time opening her mouth. Garven followed her example and eased their tongues to dance playfully in the moist warmth of their oral cavities. Pleased that he was following her lead in such a satisfying way Nancy thought, He’s never done this before yet, of all the men I’ve been with, except Eric, he’s already the gentlest.

As a matter of course Nancy was easily turned on. But she couldn’t remember when she had gotten so wet from just kissing and breast play. Damn, she thought I’m going to like this assignment. With an imaginary lift of an imaginary glass of champagne Nancy toasted Myra Cratterfield. She momentarily lost track of where her hand was. And his cock, holy COW, It was wrapped in her right hand that was moving the loose outer skin of that marvelous creation up and down over the musculature of his enormous shaft.

Nancy’s hand on his cock now felt like something heavenly: warm, firm and sending ripples of pleasure throughout his body. Having ejaculated twice in the last hour he no longer felt the need to explode. It was now just an erotic ambience that seemed to be building to a deeper adventure.

“Have you ever played doctor Garven?”

“Doctor?” He couldn’t understand why she would be asking that at this time. “What’s doctor?”

“It’s a game that little kids play—boys and girls. They take off their underwear and show each other their parts. I’ve seen yours.” She giggled. “But you haven’t seen mine. Do you want to?”

He almost blurted out, “DO I.” but he kept a lid on it while grinning and chuckling nervously, “Sure.”

She bent down and untied her saddle shoes then took off her socks. Standing upright she undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Enjoying the way that Garven Milroy was gawking at her nakedness, except for her ecru colored panties, she teased, “Are you ready?”

Wide-eyed he nodded and gave a quick “mm, hmm.”

It’s so precious the way his Adam’s apple is going wild Nancy thought. Peeling her panties over her hips she let them fall to the floor and kicked them onto to the pile that was made up of shoes, socks, bra and skirt. Spreading her hands wide she trumpeted, “TADA.”

He had seen nude pictures and classic Greek nude statues. But those didn’t have the trimmed triangle of mahogany hair that was slightly darker than the chestnut tresses on Nancy’s head. And they certainly never emphasized the substantial cleft and puffiness of the statue’s labia. With sparkling eyes and a slanted smirk the vixen’s entire aura bespoke, devilish as she said, “Wanna see more Doc?”

He had the dizzy look of one of those emoticons that’s eyes were rotating in different directions. And his mouth was in a fixed oval. There was no answer. “Well, ok,” Nancy said, flopping down on the couch, spreading her legs with one foot resting on the floor. This is such a fabulous trip. “Are you gonna examine me doctor?”

With this beautiful girl lying naked on the couch with her legs splayed, the large lips of her vulva partially opened (Large, puffy lips the color of her skin and the hint of wafer-like ginger petals showing between them) he didn’t know what to do.

“I’ll start,” she said, putting the inside leg up on the back of the couch and spreading her outside leg wider. With her left hand she spread herself open, exposing a pudendum that glistened and seemed to be bubbling. Using the index finger of her right hand as a pointer she began a tutorial: “Labia Majorum...” She brushed each lip with her finger. “Labia Minorum...” Pinching one of her ginger colored petals and pulling out on them and stretched for emphasis. “Clitoris...” Pointing to the node at the top of her crack. She moved her finger to her hole and gathered lubricant before smoothing it over the button that seemed to be getting larger. “Mmm, wet and tingly clitoris...” Putting her fingers together in the shape of a square she framed her pussy and said, “Vulva.” With a mischievous grin she summed up, “Taken all together Garven this is otherwise known as Pussy.” Giggling she spread both arms like an entertainer who had just performed.

As she slid her finger deep inside her pinkness she said, “Vagina ... and doctor I need for you to examine THIS Vagina.” She moved her head to indicate action. “But you need to get closer.”

It was an interesting picture: Nancy lying spread-eagled on the couch, Garven, bare-chested with his pants down just below his ass, his substantial cock pranged and quivering. He edged his body closer to the naked nymph.

“For Pete’s sake Garven,” Nancy jibed with a giggle, “take off your clothes.” He complied, dropping them on the throw-away pile. “Now sweetie, put your finger inside this girl’s voracious cunt tee-hee,” She winked, giggled and said, “That’s the same as my pussy.”

He loved the word, both words, having heard them only from boys at school. Coming from this naked goddess on the couch it sent myriad tingles throughout his body. He dropped to his knees beside the reposing young woman and, isolating his middle finger, tentatively touched her pussy. He was amazed at the sensation of a texture that he would spend years trying to describe. The impatient Nancy grabbed his hand, centered his finger and pulled it inside her. “Gawd,” the astounded youth gasped, “It’s, it’s...

“It’s wet and Garven. And excited. And wanting to be fucked babe. Come on Garv.” Her smile was like a million stars. “Hop on and let’s give it a whirl.”

Following his confused eyes she offered, “Just get on your knees Hun ... between my legs.” He complied. Reaching out she grabbed his penis. “Now, scootch up a little closer.” He did. She moved his glans up and down in her wet gash to lubricate it, found her orifice with his tapered head and said, “Just lean forward baby press a little until you feel it start to open me then let gravity take you in.”

It was so much like a dream that he wanted to pinch himself. The heavenly sensation of her spongy yet tight pussy literally grasped his maleness and caused his heart to throb. Coupled with her wide eyes and her grunting “UNG” as he wedged inside her, he felt like he was having an out of body experience. Her grunt turned into an ecstatic “AHH” and “YES” was all more than he could have possibly imagined.

The most astounding surprise to both of them was that they continued for almost fifteen minutes. For the first minute the sounds were those of wonder. (Nancy, “Jesus Garven, you’re going to split me open.” “My goodness, it’s huge, you’re bumping my cervix for crying out loud!” “I would never have believed it.” “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!”) Garven sighed and oohed and ahhed, echoing Nancy’s, “Jesus.”

“I CAN’T BELIEVE IT,” Nancy blurted after ten minutes. Both of them were perspiring. Never before had she experienced a vaginal orgasm—all of her had been clitoral--but her first one was cataclysmic. When she finally got control of herself she gasped, “And you’ve never done this before Garven? I just CAN’T BELIEVE it.”

At fifteen minutes Garven could no longer feel his abdominal muscles. He was exhausted. His balls were aching. He needed to ejaculate just to relieve the pressure. It was like a gift from heaven when Nancy finally urged, “Cum for me baby, fill me with that custard jism of yours.” It thrilled him that she said it in such a nasty, kinky way.

It only took fifteen more seconds. HIs explosion seemed like a huge, hurting carbuncle had been burst. And the pain? While it was still there it was easing into ethereal nirvana. They both collapse, lying almost comatose for a solid five minutes.

Nancy was the first to stir. “My Lord in Heaven Garven,” she exploded in a breathless whisper you are such and INCREDIBLE stud.”

Accepting her words silently he whimsically marveled that he was like Jack Horner and said, “What a good boy am I.”

It was Nancy talking under pressure. “Gotta get dressed and get out of here Garven, Mom’ll be home within the next half hour.” She hated saying it but she knew this was going to be a regular thing at least for a while and was excited that he would be back next week.

As she kissed him at the door she said, “What do you think Garv. Do you want to do this same time next week?”

More needy than shy he said. “It was incredible Nancy. I never thought...”

Shh, none of that. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” Her eyes were sparkling with excitement. “And I’ll be crawling up the walls waiting for next week.”

Laughing. “Besides, we have a long way to go on the tutorial.” She winked then gave him one more of those delicious, open-mouthed kisses before pushing him out the door.

It was the first time Garven laughed out loud that day. On the way home he both strutted and pinched himself, celebrating the new sexual manifestation of Garven Milroy.


The pre-Nancy Butler Garven Milroy was a boy who nobody noticed at school. If they did, they didn’t want to associate with him. But the day after his session with that magnificent Butler girl, a new Garven Milroy had emerged. Nothing happened, other than the questioning looks girls gave each other when confronted by his new confidence. It was gradual over the next couple of weeks. He became outgoing, witty and sought after. Breaking the ice he asked one of the most popular girls to go out with him. She accepted.

Within a week they were constantly together, Garven with new and ever growing confidence, she with an unfathomable, dreamy look in her eyes...

Every Thursday night after piano lessons and rehearsal Garven Milroy walked home with Nancy Butler, making it a point to arrive after 6:30, just after her mother leaves to play bridge. Nancy’s father works the afternoon shift. Though she agreed with Myra Cratterfield to introduce the teen to sex, having looked upon it as a favor ... payback for a friend who helped her get an abortion ... after their first night however, it was quite a bit more than being a task. Quickly it had become a labor of love for Nancy. After their first night of sex there were no more tutorials and no more playing “doctor.” After giving the uninitiated boy the “scoop” on the function of the clitoris Garven was beyond such foolishness.

Not only had Garven’s endowment been the largest that had ever been inside Nancy’s pussy it turned out that he quickly learned how to use it for long periods of time without stopping. After having given him head for only the second time she found that he had tremendous control. While it seemed that he could go forever, he could ejaculate upon command. Though she had been involved with many males Garven was only the second male who could cum with her at the same time. The other was the older man who helped Nancy obtain the abortion, the friend of Myra Cratterfield.

Empowered by the older girl’s continued interest in him Garven soon began taking control. The next time she took him downstairs into the recreation room he had Nancy out of her clothes in a flash, her legs being splayed as she lay back on the couch while he ate her pussy. Through her input on her erogenous zones and the workings of the female libido he was no longer the shy, naïve adolescent with whom he first had sex.

Though she had become expert in fellatio and had copulated many times she had usually only been fucked in just the missionary position. Or she had ridden her lovers by straddling them, usually in their car. Prior to Eric Copley that was where her sexual adventures had taken place. It was Eric, Myra’s piano teacher, who taught her the more sophisticated and kinky nuances. But with Garven, who was incredibly curious, she was fucked doggie, side saddle or was diddled with him standing while she laid back on a table or dresser. She introduced the boy to sixty-nine. But he began exploring her anus with his finger on his own. Fearing he might try to put his oversized member inside her ass Nancy thought, God, I don’t know if I could ever take that thing in there.

Perhaps it was because Garven wasn’t what could be considered a macho man. Or maybe it was because he was an artistic person to whom foreplay became so easily. But he was exceedingly tender in the way he caressed her breasts and titillated her body. For Nancy the way the young man fondled: petted and rubbed her clit before, during and after coitus was a complete joy. Also, Nancy was certainly not prepared for the way he penetrated her in such perfect ways. Though Nancy young woman who was street-wise in the ways of sex, she was overwhelmed at the expertise Garven had developed at such a great pace. In the short period of time she was teaching him about sex she was having more orgasms with him than any other male except Eric. This randy youth was becoming an addiction.


At school the erstwhile geeky nerd was becoming something of a phenomenon. Where previously he had been a loner, the butt of more than a few jokes and sarcastic jibes, girls began competing for his attention. It was a new, confident Garven Milroy who walked the halls of school. Having previously ogled girls out of the corners of his eyes the cheerleaders joked about him being some kind of an antisocial pervert. With a new self-assurance he now gazed openly at them, assessing them with his clear, cerulean eyes. It was as if he were evaluating them for a screen test or modeling gig. To the girls it was as if he had gone through a mysterious transformation. They wanted to be with him. Without making an effort to interest these girls he found himself in their midst. Even the most attractive ones wanted to be in his presence, to engage him in conversation.

At first it puzzled him. Discussing it with Nancy though he soon understood what it meant. By bringing him out of his sexual no-man’s land Nancy Butler had unlocked in him something he at first found hard to grasp. What she did was similar to what the Wizard of OZ did for the Scarecrow, the Tin Woodsman and the Cowardly Lion, decorating them with strength that they lacked. Until Nancy opened his sexual horizons Garven felt that no girl could like a geeky guy like him. Once she began praising his skill as a lover his aura began to change. Together they had uncovered his Mother Lode of his self-assurance which to all human beings was attractive.

The first girl to recognize the change was the main squeeze of Bo Berringer, star quarterback and captain of the football team. Melody Jenks was the prettiest, most popular girl in school and head cheerleader. Bo and Melody was the dream couple that everybody worshipped. Garven was still unsure of himself when she first began approaching him. To his mystification she kept hanging around him. One day she asked him to go for a ride with her in the new car her father had just bought for her. Upon pulling into a parking spot on the New Jersey Palisades overlooking the brilliant panorama of New York City she was on him in a second, kissing him and panting wildly.

His only shock was the passionate immediacy in which the girl pounced on him. Through Nancy’s expert teaching he did what she taught him to do, take control. Melody knew what she wanted but wasn’t prepared for the commanding and sensual way in which Garven responded. She was accustomed to teenage boys who were prey, who acted when she snapped her fingers. When Garven melted her with his erotic, French kiss she was shaken and drew back. But when he asserted himself with an even more passionate kiss Melody began panting and writhing like a snake. She wasn’t accustomed to the confident way Garven’s hand slid inside her bra and expertly fondled her breast. In all of her previous experiences she had to admonish the boy, “Please be gentle.” But with Garven there was simply no need. Melody simply was not prepared for such sophistication.

Having gone with a number of boys Melody hadn’t been a virgin since she was fourteen. But Garven was the first boy who, the first time they petted, didn’t clutch or grasp her breast too hard. He was the first boy to tweak her nipples the way he did with his forefingers and thumbs. When he touched her pussy it was done with a sense of gentleness and patient exploration. His fingertip was as subtle as a sable paintbrush that had been dipped in her magical emollient, coating the supple dryness of her clitoral sheath, bringing it alive with an electrified and lubricated glide.

Garven didn’t jam his finger inside her pussy like other boys. Instead he opened her in reverence with smooth, purposeful reciprocating thrusts. His sensitive touch sent waves of pleasure to the far reaches of her body, making her skin tingle. She didn’t know why he hooked his finger against the front of her vagina and had never experienced the pleasure that his finger tip was creating as it massaged her g-spot, something she hadn’t even known had existed. Had it not been for the daylight in the parking area that was crowded with high school neckers they would have been fucking.

They met for cokes on Thursday night and ended up at the same spot again where under cover of darkness they sat in the back seat of the car. There it was much easier for Garven to remove Melody’s panties. When he covered her pussy with his mouth—the first time she had experienced cunnilingus—a tsunami of titillation assailed her body. She had never conceived that a boy would put his mouth on her vagina in that way and that it would trigger so many orgasms. And the bountiful secretions that flooded her sexual pocket she would have cleaned off with a wash cloth had she been home. Garven took care of the mess with his mouth and tongue though which brought forth the silent question, “How can something so nasty bring me such pleasure?”

Melody was thrilled by the way Garven made love to her. She was accustomed to going all the way though and was befuddled that he had not even attempted to fuck her. Wanting him so badly she thought maybe he’s afraid. She had no way of knowing that Garven was getting laid on a regular basis with a college student, Nancy Butler. It was Nancy who suggested that the boy purposely withhold his cock from Melody’s pussy. “It will be better for you to let here beg for it Garv,” she told him, “She will sweetie. Just be patient.”

After having made love to Nancy on her couch and then her bed he was finding it awkward to be having sex in a car. Though it was novel for him, having made love to no one before but Nancy, he had grown accustomed to the comfort of making it in a comfortable environment. Just before Melody put her hand inside his Levis he moved it away. “What’s the matter Garven?” she asked. “Is there something wrong with you that you don’t want me to know about?”

Following Nancy’s advice he used the exact words she told him to use: “I have a lot of respect for you Melody and I don’t want you to lose respect for me by being an ass and doing something for which you will probably hate me fore.” Melody was not going to trumpet to any boy that she wasn’t a virgin anymore. If anything she would have gone to great lengths to convince Garven or any other boy she had not gone all the way with that her cherry was still intact. Garven gave her another reason that Nancy told him to use whether she was a virgin or not. “There are so many cars around Melody that I am afraid someone will see us. I don’t think we should come here anymore. I am very concerned about hurting your reputation.”

In Melody’s mind it was important for Garven to think he was the only one who had successfully gotten into her pants. Her mind clicked into problem finding mode and the answer was only a week away. They had cokes the next day when she said to him “Dad and Mom will be out of the house all day next Saturday Garven. My sister is spending the weekend with friends. Would you like to come over and spend the day with me ... alone?”

When he got to the Jenks house that Saturday morning Melody, dressed in a silk kimono, answered the door. Garven could see that she had nothing on beneath it; her nipples were prominent below the thin fabric and he could tell by the smoothness of her ass that she wasn’t wearing panties. Once inside the door they were quick to kiss. Melody was primed. She knew that Garven wasn’t going to get out of the house today without her both seeing his cock and having it inside her. When he touched her soft, inviting lips with his she cupped his buns and pulled his maleness against her. Out of breath Melody leaned against the wall and asked, “Would you like to see my bedroom Garven?”

“Nice room,” he said when she led him through the door by the hand, “and nice bed.” As he kissed her again Melody pulled his t-shirt out of his Levis, pulled it up ‘til it bunched under his arms and said, “Please Garv,” and he lifted his arms straight up, allowing her to peel the shirt completely off. As she looked at him with hungry eyes he opened her robe and pulled her naked breast against her chest. With two fingers Garven touched under her chin, lifted her face and kissed her tender lips. As he worked them softly and lusciously he flattened his hands on her back and pulled the elegant girl’s body more tightly to him.

Breaking the kiss Melody gasped, “Oh Garven you’re SO hot.” She placed her cheek against his and whispered, “Hold me tight darling.” As he complied, Melody wiggled her flattened breasts against his chest, made space between their stomachs and fumbled with his belt buckle saying, “I want you so badly Garv?”

“But I uh...” he stammered, “I don’t want to um frighten you Melody.” He had heard the jocks talking about their girlfriends and saying that they were “fucking them” on a regular basis. But he never heard Bo say that about Melody. He knew how boys bragged about their sexual prowess and didn’t believe that they were all getting laid. Thinking that Melody was probably still a virgin Nancy’s words echoed in his mind: “Virgins, particularly young ones will be terrified of what you have between your legs Garven.”

As Melody thought I wonder if he has any idea why the hell I’ve invited him up to my bedroom she entreated, “Garven please let me see it. At least let me feel it.” She tried to push her hand back inside his Levis.

Nancy’s words: “It will be better if you let her beg for it ... and she will,” had finally been realized.

In a bit of a quandary Melody asked. “What’s all the mystery about Garven? Why are you being so secretive?”

Like all girls with boys they wanted to impress, she wasn’t about to tell him that she wasn’t a virgin. But she was thinking, For Christ’s sake Garven, I’ve had a half a dozen cocks in my hand, five in my mouth and have been fucked by four boys. What’s the deal? Finally he created space and allowed her hand to find the insides of his jeans.

When she wrapped her fingers around his shaft she thought, Jesus, it feels like a BASEBALL BAT. Pulling her hand away in shock she put it back in again and grasped it to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating. She gulped then gasped, “OH-MY-GOD.” When she realized that most of his hard penis was still outside of her grasp she thought I can’t believe it then squeaked, “I think it’s longer than BOTH of my HANDS.”

Her shocked words made Garven think that he should call the whole thing off. But Melody was almost frantic in her struggle to get the ten inch monster free from the restricting fabric. Finally pulling it free she gawped at it and said, “I can’t believe it Garven, you’re absolutely, HUGE.”

Embarrassed he said, “Maybe ... maybe I should just leave Melody.”

“Are you kidding Garven? No, No, NO. I just have to get used to what I’m looking at.” By the way she was acting he knew she wasn’t a virgin. This was the same way Nancy had acted.

Holding it in her hand she dropped to her knees and looked it from all angles. Not only was he long and thick, his balls hung down like a bull’s. She held his shaft and, while holding his dangling nuts, she stroked him. She giggled at first then started laughing. Garven though uncomfortable with her laughter became infected by it and started laughing as well.

“What?” she asked.

“I’m just kind of tickled that you are laughing the way you are.”

“I’m sorry Garven. But I just can’t get over how BIG you are.” Letting it rest on the palm of her hand she said, “I’m just wondering if it will fit INSIDE me. Has it ever been inside ANYONE?”

She thought about the cocks she had known. Bo’s was the biggest—maybe 7 inches but not nearly as thick as this. As she stroked it she squeezed, making his large head even more purple and shiny. As she saw the crystal drop that was gathering on the end she thought I love the colors of sex. Milking him again she saw the drop grow and held out her tongue. “Mm,” she sighed, “you taste good.” Though Melody had never cared for the musky taste of semen she loved precum. Swallowing cum was distasteful but she loved how desperately boys wanted her to.

Looking down Garven could see her face framed by her light blond hair. As her bright blue eyes looked up into Garven’s he saw the spider web of his precum stretching its fine filament from the tip of Melody’s tongue to his glans. He loved the feeling of another girl licking his cock, the sight of it making his balls clutch. It got better when she accepted that it would fit in her mouth and took in the helmet of his purple head, rubbing her taste buds in the cleft on its bottom. As the luscious girl’s head bobbed on his cock he laced his fingers in her fine, silky blonde hair. Flexing his knees he sighed at the exquisite feeling of her soft, moist mouth and her curious tongue that was exploring.

From her experience with boys Melody was amazed that she had been giving Garven head for what seemed to be over five minutes and he hadn’t yet cum. At one point she took him so deep that, when his glans poked the back of her throat, she gagged. Feeling like she couldn’t breathe she pulled off and asked, “Don’t you ever cum Garven?”

She’s so not a virgin he thought as he gave her a smug answer, “I can do this for as long as you like Melody. If you want me to cum though, I will.”

Turned off by the taste of jism she wanted him to cum in her pussy. Thinking about how Bo always told her how tight she was she wondered how will he be able to get this thing inside me? She thought about Bo again, but it never feels tight when he is fucking me, it just slides and slides and mm.

Garven’s cock was so long thought that while sucking him Melody was able to hold the rest of it in her hand. With her other hand she cradled his balls and fondled them. Taking both of her hands Garven helped her to her feet and murmured, “You do this so magnificently Melody.” Stripping her robe he kicked off his Levi’s and underwear and he took her hands in his, pushing their bodies apart.

Scanning her from head to toe Garven viewed Melody Jenk’s striking body. She was 5’4,” the complexion of her skin suiting her light blond hair. Her breasts were a perky B cups and her nipples a reddish pink color which was made darker by the flow of blood that hardened them. Her areolas were perfect 1” circles, slightly puckered with no bumpiness to them. Her youthful, slender body was formed in an ideal hourglass. Her flat, soft tummy was slit by an innie navel that resembled a tiny pussy. Just below the soft brown hair of her generous mound was trimmed in the shape of a heart which pointed to the cleft of her delicate lips that seemed to purse in anticipation the penetration that was to come.

“Gosh Melody,” Garven said, “I never imagined that I would ever have the opportunity to see you without any clothes on. You’re BEAUTIFUL.”

She knew she was the prettiest girl in school and was used to such compliments. Few had seen her naked though. But she was always thrilled whenever she could be on display this way. “Thank you Garven,” she cooed.

She would like to have returned the compliment but Garven’s body wasn’t macho or muscular, something that had always attracted her more. Wondering, what do I seen in him, she knew that his eyes were holding her in such thrall that she was mesmerized. Still his lack of machismo made her think how can I be letting him do this to me? Looking again at his huge cock she knew why. She had seen enough cocks before to know that Garven’s was more than just spectacular. She wanted it inside of her desperately. How many times had the girls joked that “size doesn’t matter.” It’s mattering now she thought. I don’t even care if he hurts me.

The beneficiary of Nancy Butler’s guidance, Garven saw the anxiety in Melody’s eyes. Echoing the words Nancy had used he smiled and counseled, “Babies can get out Mel, so I can get inside. And I’ve done it before.” Does she think I’m bragging? “But let’s make sure you’re ready,” he advised, “You need to relax Melody.”

Pulling her close enough for his naked chest to caress her breasts he kissed her. He had noticed it with Nancy too, how after she had sucked his cock her lips became so soft. As their lips kneaded each other’s Garven’s hand slipped between Melody’s legs and parted the lips of her pussy. He recognized that her groove was slipperier than the other time he had touched it ... in the park on the Palisades. After soaking his finger tip in her wet sex he began the titillating journey on her clitoris. Caressing her back with the flat of his hand he pulled her closer. As his moving finger thrilled the nerve endings of her clitoris he alternately rubbed her clit and fingered her hole. Reaming it by smoothing his finger round and round he stretched it with two then three fingers inside, finger fucking her to softer suppleness.

After manipulating her to her second orgasm he coaxed the gorgeous teen to sit on the edge of the bed. Dropping to his knees he gently spread her legs, grasped her ankles and draped them over his shoulders. Covering her vulva with his mouth he parted her lips with his tongue and began a series of lingual slides from her taint to her clit, then from clit to taint until she came again.

Totally in his control Melody accommodated his ministrations. When he raised her legs high and increased his lingual slide from her clit to her taint and continued to her anus. Her body stiffened as she asked, “Are you sure?” He simply continued rimming her anus then sliding back to her clit then rimming it again. Putty in his hands, he worked the helpless girl to compliant clay. He knew he had to get her totally relaxed. Standing and raising Melody’s legs with his shoulders Garven grasped his throbbing cock. Its purple head swelled to near bursting and shined with the oil of her sexual lubrication.

She had felt it in her hand without seeing it and had taken as much as she could in her mouth before finally was able to see how truly gargantuan it was. Now, as it rested at the entrance to her inner sanctum, she visualized it as the handle of a baseball bat, its ringed protuberance poised to do damage to her insides. Resigned she bit her lower lip.

Noticing the reappearance of her anxiety Garven whispered, “I won’t hurt you Melody, I promise.”

With eyes closed she felt the purple helmet of his head as it began wedging its fullness through the flooded opening of her cunt. She remembered seeing a TV program where the nurse kept telling the birthing mother to ‘bear down!’ But when the rim of Garven’s head popped past the O-ring of her vagina she gasped, both in fear then relief as she shouted, “OH GOD, YES!”

Looking up she saw Garven’s penetrating eyes and his gentle smile as he asked, “Are you okay Melody?”

“I, I think so,” she panted, more wishfully than positive. But as his cock moved inside her tight tunnel she said, “I, I...” thinking of asking him to stop. Suddenly though it was as if everything inside her opened up. What seemed hard to accommodate was now sliding deep, deep, deep inside her. “Yes! YES!” she said, “Fuck me Garven! Oh my God YESSS, FUCK ME!!” As Garven Milroy’s engorged bulk plowed the inside of Melody’s cunt she thought I don’t know what I was afraid of. The sounds coming from her mouth were strange, awe-inspired grunts, giggles, then laughing out loud.

As he felt her clutching vaginal muscles squeezing his cock then hearing her outburst Garven asked, “What are you laughing at?”

“I don’t know baby,” she said. It just feels like ... like nothing I have EVER felt before. He-he I was afraid it would hurt me. GOD was I WRONG!“ He-he-he-he-he.

“I told ya Mel,” Garven reiterated, “I told you that I wouldn’t hurt you.”

As she grew accustomed to his bulk everything began taking on a surreal feeling. There was a difference in the intensity of the friction now, particularly in the muscular aperture at the entrance to her vagina. With Bo and the other boys she had fucked theirs had never hit bottom. But Garven’s cock, each time he thrust deep, finished with a thump against her cervix. I wonder, she questioned, if I will be sore later?

Size wasn’t the only issue. She had never been with a boy, including Bo who could stay hard long enough to truly satisfy her “pussy hunger.” No matter how much she loved Garven’s cock moving in her pussy she wanted it to last longer. It always seemed to her that just as she was really getting to enjoy what her lover was doing he would cum. And she knew that by saying “please don’t stop,” it would have almost no effect on the outcome.

Now, comfortable in her bed Melody was in dreamland. Garven’s cock was fucking her with deep massaging strokes. Glancing at the clock beside her bed she noted that he had been pumping inside her intermittently for almost a half hour. It was not just in the missionary position either. It was in at least six different positions. They did it like pretzels—side by side—then him from behind while he spooned her. She was on top riding him. He stood on the floor and she on her knees on the bed while he fucked her like a dog. His cock was like the piston of some gigantic engine, thrusting, thrusting, and thrusting. She would orgasm then, while he continued stroking inside her body would become as limp as a wet noodle that was soaking in some kind of sexual sauce. Then she would tense again, experience an even more explosive orgasm than before going limp another time. Gosh, she wondered, how many has it been? She stopped counting at seven. And that was more than a half an hour ago!

They would stop while Garven was still hard. She would suck him, tasting her sex on his bat-like rod. Then they would go sixty-nine—more orgasms for her. And he still hadn’t cum. He’s like a machine. If Bo had been like this, I would have been here with him instead of Garven. Finally with laboring breaths as he was pumping slowly she said, “Garven, aren’t you ever going to come?”

“Do you want me to Mel?

Near exhaustion she asked, “Can you Hun? I’m getting worn out.”

Pumping harder—five more times—his body went rigid and he whooped, “Ahh, ahh, AHHHHHH.”

Before he started fucking Nancy, when he had only been masturbating it was something quick and perfunctory. He loved the release. But now, after pumping for so long, after holding back so intensely it felt like the Witch of the West in the Wizard of OZ, he was melting. It wasn’t just wonderful. It was total bliss.

Forty minutes later Garven woke up. He was spooned into the sleeping Melody, his arm trapped between her arm and body. His hand was still lightly cupping her breast. He knew he had to get going soon. They couldn’t chance Melody’s parents coming home sooner than anticipated. Squeezing her breast and gently shaking her he said, “Mel, it’s time to wake up.”

Like a waking cat she purred, pushed her ass against his middle and stretched. When she turned toward him her face had that unwashed Doris Day glow that only landmark sex could bring. She kissed him. Sighing as their lips melted as one she cooed, “Oh baby, I can’t even tell you how you have made me feel. Had I not gone through this myself I could never have believed that it could possibly have been this way.”

After three weeks went by he got a phone call from another cheerleader, Sukey Winthrop. She was Melody Jenk’s best friend. She asked, “Have you ever been up in the projection booth in the school theatre?” As president of the drama club she had a key to the booth. “I’d love to show you what’s in there.”

He remembered what Nancy told him: “ ... believe me Garv, once word gets out about what you have swinging between your legs; you are going to be a stud in demand.”

Garven had loved his relationship with Melody but she was back with Bo now. She still fucked Garven on the side at her house when they could be alone there. It was clear though that she loved being with jocks, loved their physiques and loved the notoriety she got from being with Bo. She loved that the girls envied her good fortune. She obviously shared the extent of Garven’s endowment with Sukey who was now queuing up for a test ride on the new and improved boy toy. He made three trips to the projection booth with her. Each time she sucked him there. And each time he fucked her doggy over the projection table. Her pussy was loose enough to take a horse though and she never seemed to fear what Garven was wielding. She wanted to continue the trips to the booth. But she was coarse and didn’t appeal to him.

Within another two months Garven had been with all eight cheerleaders. There were four more girls who didn’t make the cut to the top of the cheerleading team. He had been with each of them. None of them however wanted to do anything with him other than have sex in some out of the way place. He finally knew what it felt like to be a slut.

With Nancy it was always comfortable. Music was their common interest; they liked each other as genuine friends. Neither was in love with the other but their sex was phenomenal. No matter how much they had done it each new experience seemed to present something memorable. She laughed when Garven told her about his time with Melody, when they made it in her house the first time. “Wait until she tells her friends,” she told him.

“She won’t do that Nance, she’s in love with me.”

“Are you in love with her?”

“Not really. We don’t have that much in common. But she’s such a spectacularly beautiful girl. I still can’t get over the fact that she is still with me. But I think she is just doing it for the sex.” When he told her about Sukey, Melody’s best friend, she said, “She’ll be the first in their circle of friends. The others will want you too. They’re all curious and at least will want to take a ride on that marvelous hobbyhorse of yours.”

He would always be surrounded by pretty girls at school. In the end though, Melody wouldn’t be able to keep from bragging about him to her friends. For quite a while he would feel like a celebrity surrounded by groupies. The girls, who had no idea what a sensual lover could really do for them, none of them had been with a boy who could control his erections the way Garven could. And none had experienced the feeling of such a large prominence moving for such a long time inside their pussies.

It had never been Melody’s intention to replace Bo she just couldn’t resist the Svengali-like aura of Garven’s powerful sexuality. At one point Bo struck out at Garven and broke his nose. She broke up with him and took up with Garven as if he was the man she intended to marry. When Bo’s buddies sided with him their cheerleader girlfriends joined Melody’s boycott. And when the girls denied these boys access to their body’s sex quickly trumped loyalty to a friend. It was then that Bo’s buddies held out an olive branch to Garven who started giving gave them pointers on the girl’s complaints about what they were doing that didn’t satisfy the girls sexually. As a force of nature the sexy girls were attracted to manly boys, not a slightly built musician like Garven. As typical boys who thought the world rotated around their penises these studs had no concept or inclination of how to bring more pleasure to their girls other than with their hard cocks. But as the fog began to clear the boys understood that Garven had something more than they did that was more than just a larger endowment.

Nancy had made it crystal clear to Garven that what many would consider a gift from God could also be a curse ... that what he had between his legs would not only be one of the most astounding things that most women had seen, it would even become a topic of conversation, particularly between young girls. “You show this to just one of them’” she said, “and you’ll become the most sought after guy in school. But it won’t last,” she warned.

What his mentor said about this intimidated him. She told him that women, young and old, would want what he had. “Older women will crave it, younger women will love the experience, once they get used to your size. Virgins, particularly young ones will be terrified of it. And it will take them a while to get used to. But believe me Garv, once word gets out about what you have between your legs you are going to be a boy who is in great demand.” She already knew about it and did crave it. She told Garven that while his size alone would cause a stir it was because he had become such a sophisticated lover that made him even more desirable as a sex partner.

After having gone through all of the cheerleaders he started getting calls from other girls, even some from a neighboring high school. By this time his euphoria at being a sexual phenomenon was morphing to depression. I’m a fucking freak, he thought. Over cokes one day he spilled his disenchantment to Nancy. “They’re sluts Nance and I’m just a whore, a fucking freak who they are using.”

With a compassionate smile Nancy reached over and took his hand. “Do you think I’m a slut Garven? And do you think I am using you?”

“I’m not including you Nance. We are friends. And we became friends because Myra knew that you could break me out of my shell. We love sex together, but we are both getting more out of this relationship than just the sex, don’t you think? While we’re not in love, at least speaking for me, I love you very much.”

“But I was a slut Garv, and still am in many ways.”

“What do you mean by that Nance?”

“I gave up my cherry because I was afraid my boyfriend would try someone else. And the funny thing is that after we did it a few times he did try someone else. Then it was someone else and then someone else again. I went with my next boyfriend for over a year. He wanted sex of course. And I loved it.”

Garven gave her a kind of puppy dog look. She chuckled, “Once a girl knows what a hard penis feels like inside her Garv it’s almost impossible to stop. But he broke up with me too ... and found some new girl to fuck. So it goes on and on.”

“I got pregnant with my next boyfriend. Then somebody put me in touch with Eric who was friends with the doctor that gave me an abortion. Eric covered the price of that. In return I had to fuck him every day during the week before the abortion. And I continued doing him for six months after the abortion. I still have sex with him once a week—if he wants it—for as long as he wants it.” She laughed. “I have to say though; I enjoy having sex with him.” With a wry smile she added, “He’s the one who got me started on big cocks. You and he have a lot in common that way.” She grinned. “But he’s nowhere as nice a person as you.”

“So you’re just having sex with me because of my big dick?”

“To begin with Garv I had sex with you because Myra was concerned about you. She saw how you were looking at her and was afraid something uncomfortable might happen. She didn’t think that you had had sex yet. She thinks it’s important for a boy your age to have sex with someone. But she didn’t think it was healthy for a student to be fantasizing about his teacher the way she thought you were.”

Responding to his questioning eyes Nancy said, “She’s a good friend Garv. She put me in touch with Eric. I don’t know what I would have done had I not gotten the abortion. Myra cares about those things. And she cares about you.”

He was dealing with two troubling issues. First: What kind of relationship did Myra have with this Eric? Second: Did Myra feel sorry for him, and was Nancy having sex with him out of charity?

When she saw the troubled look on his face she said, “Look Garven Milroy, people do things for different reasons. I had sex with you, not only because my friend—a friend who has gone out on the limb for me—asked me to. But I really believe that boys should know what makes women feel good. When they do it is a win-win for everybody.”

She took his hand again and winked. “You can consider it charity if you like. But I’ve always wanted to be a teacher. And if teaching you helps you make some girl, or woman, feel better about being loved by a boy like you, rather than some boy who just uses her for getting his gun off...” she let it hang for a bit. “Then I can feel pretty good about myself for at least letting you in on these little secrets.”

As Nancy’s eyes welled Garven was swayed by her sincere feelings of compassion. He said, “But the girls I’ve been with Nance are already sluts.”

“Those are strong words Garv. Remember, there are those who consider me a slut; I often do.” She saw his remorse for such regretful words. “I know you don’t think that about me Garv, I wasn’t referring to you. But most of those girls you call ‘sluts’ are desperate for confirmation from boys they like. Sex for them is a way of getting that confirmation; even though it will often be hurtful to them.”

“I’ve never fooled around with a virgin Nance. Where are THEY supposed to be?”

She laughed. “They are like me when I was one, Garv. I was hoping some boy would love me, that I wouldn’t have to buy his love with the one thing I could save to give my future husband.”

“But none of the girls I’ve been with—the pretty ones—are virgins.”

“More girls in school are virgins than are not. They’re the shy ones, the mousy ones. They’re the ones who have not yet been discovered by boys. But someday you and other men will realize that in many cases they are far prettier than the climbers in high school. But whether you believe it or not they also have much more self-respect than the girls who have given away their cherries so cheaply.”

“So what are you telling me Nance?”

“I’m telling you to give a virgin a chance, maybe one who you don’t think is as pretty as the ones you choose to call sluts. Look at her as a person who has more than just a body, a person with a mind, with wit, with respect. Look at her as a person who, when you allow it will become pretty for just you, like a Myra Cratterfield when she was still in high school. Eric said she was very plain at the time. Weeds can blossom Garven, and become flowers, ya know?”

While he was trying to wrap his mind around the concept that Myra Cratterfield not always pretty Nancy stunned him by saying, “And speaking of Myra Cratterfield, if you were just a few years older and if she weren’t married, she would want to have sex with you in a New York minute.”

The way Garven’s face snapped to attention Nancy grinned and said, “She’s a woman who buys your program Garven Milroy. She really likes you as a person.” Chuckling she asked, “And you know what?”

The young piano student whose eyes were riveting his sex teacher and his philosophical guru exploded in the biggest, “WHAT?” but only with his face.

“I think smarty that she would love to be Nancy Butler. And I really think she is jealous of me.”

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