Chapter 2

Before Nancy Butler Garven Milroy was a boy nobody noticed at school. If they did, they didn’t want to associate with him. But the day after his session with Nancy, a new Garven Milroy began to emerge. It was gradual, but over the next couple of weeks, he gradually became outgoing, witty, and eventually sought after. Initially, it was just the questioning looks girls gave each other when they were confronted by his new confidence. They were all surprised when Melody Jenks, who with a perpetually dreamy look in her eyes, spent so much time with him.

Every Thursday night after lessons and rehearsal Garven walked home with Nancy Butler, arriving just after her mother left to play bridge. Though she agreed with Myra Cratterfield to introduce the shy teen to sex the task soon became a labor of love. After their first night of sex, there were no more tutorials or no more playing “doctor.” After giving the uninitiated boy the “scoop” on the function of the clitoris Garven no longer needed a reminder. Because of Garven’s creativity Nancy, a sexually astute young woman to start with, was learning a new version of making love.

Not only was Garven’s endowment the largest Nancy had experienced, but he quickly learned how to use it to go until she had enough and then ejaculate on command. Though she had been involved with many males Garven was only the second with whom she could orgasm at the same time. Empowered by the older girl’s continued interest in him Garven soon began taking control. The second time she took him downstairs into the recreation room she had stripped her naked and then spread her legs and ate her pussy. Through Nancy’s knowledge of erogenous zones and the workings of the female libido, Garven’s shyness was replaced with incredible confidence.

Though Nancy had become a fellatio expert and had copulated many times she had usually given of herself only in the missionary position. When in a car with a boy she had ridden him astraddle. Eric Copley, hers, and Myra’s piano teacher, brought her to his bed and taught her more sophisticated nuances of kinky sex. So, she was surprised and pleased when Garven so easily took her doggie, side saddle, or diddled her him standing while she laid back on a table or dresser. She introduced him to “sixty-nine,” where he began exploring her anus—the first other than Copley to do that.

Garven was not what one would consider a macho man, but he was an artistic person for whom foreplay was easily imagined. He was also exceedingly tender in the way he caressed her breasts and titillated sensitive spots on her body. For Nancy, the way the young man fondled: petted, and rubbed her clitoris before, during, and after coitus, sex with him was a complete joy. The streetwise Nancy Briggs was soon overwhelmed at how the young boy developed sexual sophistication. In the brief time when she had been “teaching” him about sex, she had more orgasms with him than she had with any other male except Eric. Garven had become an addiction.

This geeky nerd, the butt of jokes and sarcastic jibes, becoming somewhat of a phenomenon at school was a complete mystery. Girls at school began competing for this confident new Garven Milroy. Even the most attractive ones, the jocks’ girlfriends, wanted to be seen with him. Puzzled by the change Garven discussed it with Nancy who convinced him that the girls recognized his newfound confidence and considered it irresistible. For Nancy, who thought Myra Cratterfield was a genius for giving her the task, by bringing Garven Milroy out of a sexual no-man’s land, she had unlocked something in him that they both found hard to grasp, uncovering the Mother Lode of self-assurance that all female s found attractive.

The first girl to recognize the change was Melody Jenks the main squeeze of Bo Berringer, quarterback, and captain of the football team. Head cheerleader, and the prettiest, Melody was the most popular girl in school. Bo and Melody were the dream couple everyone worshipped. Garven was still unsure of himself when Melody first approached him and kept hanging around. One day she asked him to go for a ride with her in the new car her father had just given her. Upon pulling into a parking lot just off the New Jersey Palisades which overlooked the brilliant panorama of New York City she attacked him, kissing and panting wildly.

Though shocked by Melody’s enthusiastic immediacy he did what Nancy taught him to do and took control. Though Melody knew what she wanted she wasn’t prepared for the commanding and sensual way Garven responded. Accustomed to teenage boys who acted when she snapped her fingers, Garven melted her with his erotic, French kiss. When she drew back, he asserted himself with an even more enthusiastic kiss, Melody began writhing like a captured snake. Unaccustomed to the confident way Garven’s hand slid inside her bra and expertly fondled her breast she automatically said, “Please be gentle,” but was not prepared for such sophistication, finding those words wasted on Garven.

Though Melody lost her virginity at fourteen 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 vagina, it was done with a sense of gentleness and patient exploration. His fingertip was a subtle paintbrush that dipped in her magical secretions and coated the supple dryness of her clitoral sheath.

Not jamming his finger inside her pussy like other boys had Garven opened her in reverence with smooth, purposeful reciprocating thrusts. His sensitive touch sent waves of pleasure to the far reaches of her body. She didn’t know why he hooked his finger against the front of her vagina the way he did and was thrilled at the pleasure his fingertip created as it massaged her g-spot, which she hadn’t known to exist. Had it not been for the daylight in the parking lot crowded with high school neckers they would have been fucking.

On Thursday night they met for cokes and ended up at the same spot where, under cover of darkness sitting in the back seat of the car. It was much easier for Garven to remove Melody’s panties. When he spread her legs and covered her pussy with his mouth—her first cunnilingual experience—her body was assailed with a tsunami of titillation. She had never conceived that a boy might put his mouth on her vagina, nor that it would trigger orgasms as powerfully as it did. She thought she would have to clean off the bountiful secretions flooding her sexual pocket at home with a washcloth. But Garven took care of the mess with his mouth and tongue which made her wonder, “How can something so nasty bring me such pleasure?”

Thrilled that Garven was making love to her Melody was befuddled that he had not yet attempted to fuck her. Accustomed to going all the way she wanted him so badly as she wondered, is he afraid? She had no way of knowing that Garven was having sex regularly with a college girl. It was Nancy who suggested that he purposely withhold his cock from Melody’s pussy, telling him, “It will be better for you to let her beg for it, Garv. She WILL sweetie, just be patient.”

“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 her exact words as he said, “I have a lot of respect for you, Melody. I don’t want you to lose respect for me by being an ass and doing something for which you will hate me.”

She was not going to confess that she wasn’t a virgin, If anything, she would have gone to great lengths to convince Garven or any other boy she had not gone all the way and that her cherry was still intact. So, Garven gave her another reason that Nancy told him to use whether Melody 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 genuinely concerned about protecting 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 on the problem and found the answer, which 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’s house that Saturday morning Melody answered the door dressed in nothing but a silk kimono. Garven could see she had nothing on beneath it; her nipples were prominent below the thin fabric, and he could tell by the smoothness of her kimono that she wore no panties. Once inside the door, they were quick to kiss. Primed, Melody knew that Garven would not get out of the house without her both seeing his cock and having it inside her. When he touched her soft, inviting lips she cupped his buns and pulled his maleness against her. Out of breath she leaned against the wall and asked, “Would you like to see my bedroom, Garven?”

“Nice room,” he said, being led through the door, “and nice bed.”

As he kissed her Melody pulled his t-shirt out of his Levi’s and pulled it up ‘til it bunched under his arms. “Please, Garv,” she said. He lifted his arms straight up, allowing her to peel the shirt completely off. She looked at him with hungry eyes, opened her robe, and pressed her naked breast against his chest.

With two fingers Garven touched under her chin, lifted her face, kissed her proffered lips, and worked them soft and lusciously. Flattening his hands on her back, he pulled her elegant body to him. Melody gasped, “Oh, Garven, you’re SO hot.” She placed her cheek against his and whispered, “Hold me, tight darling.” As he complied, she wiggled her flattened breasts against his chest, made space between their tummies, 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 they were “fucking them” regularly. But he never heard Bo say that about Melody. He knew how boys bragged about their sexual prowess, but he knew not all of them were getting laid. Thinking that Melody was 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 wondered if he had an idea why the hell, I invited him up to my bedroom and implored, “Garven please let me SEE it. At least let me FEEL it.” She tried to push her hand back inside his Levi’s.

Remembering Nancy’s words: “It will be better if you let her beg for it, Garv ... and she will,” hardened his resolve.

In a quandary, Melody asked. “What’s all the mystery about, Garven? What kind of a boy are you anyhow?” Like all girls with boys, they wanted to impress and 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 half a dozen cocks in my hand, three 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 grasped his bulk she thought, Geez, it feels like a BASEBALL BAT. Pulling her hand away in disbelief she grasped again. 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 said, “I can’t BELIEVE it, Garven, you’re, HUGE.”

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

“Are you kidding Garven? No, NO, NO. I just want to get used to what I’m looking at.” Nancy had acted the same way so he knew Melody wasn’t a virgin.

Holding it in her hand she dropped to her knees and inspected it from all angles. Not only was he long and thick, but his balls hung down like a bull’s. While holding his dangling nuts she began stroking him. Giggling at first, she started chuckling, shook her head then broke out in full laughter. At first, Garven was uncomfortable with her laughter then became infected by it and started laughing as well.

“What?” she asked.

“I’m just amused by the way you’re laughing.”

“I’m sorry, Garven. But I just can’t get over how HUGE you are.” Letting it rest on the palm of her hand she said, “I’m just wondering if it will even fit INSIDE me. Has it ever been inside ANYONE?” She thought about the cocks she had known since the age of fourteen. Bo’s was the biggest—seven inches but not as thick as this. As she stroked, she squeezed, making his large head even darker purple and shiny. As she saw the crystal drop gathering at the end, she thought I love the colors of sex. Milking him again she saw the drop grow. Unable to withhold her curiosity she extended her tongue underneath his head. “Mm,” she sighed, “it tastes good.” Though she had never cared for the musky taste of semen she loved precum. Though swallowing sperm was distasteful she loved how desperately boys wanted her to take it inside her mouth and swallow it, so she always complied.

Looking down, Garven eyed Melody’s face framed by her light blond hair. As her bright blue eyes looked up into his he saw the spider web of his precum being stretched from his glans to the tip of her tongue, the surreal sight of it making his balls clutch. When she decided that his massive bulk would fit into her mouth she took in the helmet of his purple head, rubbing her taste buds in the cleft on its bottom. As the new girl’s gorgeous 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 lips encircling it, her moist mouth, and her curious tongue beginning its exploration.

After five minutes of fellatio, amazed that he had not even struggled to hold back his explosion as Melody thought, no boy had ever done this. At one point she took him so deeply 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 COME, Garven?”

She’s SO not a virgin he thought as he proudly said, “I can do this for as long as you like, Melody. If you want me to come though, I will.”

Not wild about the taste of jism she wanted him to cum in her pussy (she had been on the pill before she started dating Bo). Thinking about how Bo always told her how tight she was she wondered if Garven’s bulk would hurt her, if it even went in. Thinking about Bo but it never feels tight when he is fucking me, it just slides and slides, and mm.

Garven’s cock was so long that while sucking him she 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 said, “You do this so well, Melody.” Stripping her robe, he kicked off his Levi’s and underwear, took her hands in his, and created space between their bodies.

Eying her from head-to-toe he viewed her striking body. At 5’4” the complexion of her skin suited her light blond hair. Her breasts were perky B cups, and her nipples were a reddish pink being made darker by the flow of blood that hardened them. Her areolas were perfect one-and-one-half-inch circles, slightly puckered with no bumps. Her slender, youthful body resembled an ideal hourglass. Her flat, soft tummy was slit by an innie navel that looked like a tiny pussy. Just below, the soft brown hair of her generous mound was trimmed in the shape of a heart that pointed to the cleft of her delicate lips which seemed to purse in anticipation of the penetration that was about to be attempted.

“Gosh Melody,” Garven said, “I never imagined that I would ever 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 displayed in the nude. “Thank you, Garven,” she cooed. She would like to have returned the compliment, but Garven’s body wasn’t macho or muscular as she wondered, what do I see in him? Realizing his eyes held her in such thrall had a mesmerizing effect on her. Still, his lack of machismo made her think how can I be letting him do this to me? Looking again at his huge cock though canceled the question. She had seen enough penises to know that Garven’s was more than just spectacular. Hoping so desperately to feel him inside her she chuckled inwardly about the times other girls had joked that “size doesn’t matter?” and thought, It’s mattering now. And I don’t even care if he hurts me.

Benefitting from 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 of you, Melody, so I can get inside. I’ve done it before.” Does she think I’m bragging? “But let’s make sure you’re ready. You need to relax.”

Pulling her close enough for his naked chest to caress her breasts, he kissed her. As he noticed with Nancy, how after she had sucked his cock, her lips became so incredibly soft. As their lips melted into each other’s Garven’s hand slipped between Melody’s legs and parted the lips of her pussy. Her pussy is slipperier than the other time I touched it—in the park on the Palisades. After soaking his fingertip in her wet sex, he made a titillating journey around her clitoris. As he caressed her back with the flat of his hand, he pulled her closer. Alternately rubbing her clit and fingering her hole with his moving finger which thrilled countless nerve endings. His middle finger moved inside her pussy out, and around, stretching it to better accommodate his cock. He added another finger then a third, fucking her to increase elasticity.