The Emancipation of Shania

Maple Syrup

Liam’s POV

I am trying to concentrate in class. Failing miserably. I can’t stop thinking about Saturday night with Shania. I already feel so blessed that she agreed to be mine. But giving me her virginity…that was on a whole other level. I was no virgin myself, but f*****g one for the first time in my life, felt like losing my virginity. I lost count of how many times we woke each other through the night for repeats. I showed Shania a few easy positions, trying not to shock her too much her first time. She sucked up information like a sponge.

Speaking of suck…

After we showered and had breakfast on Sunday morning, we successfully got rid of Adam, who was only too glad to give us alone time in the small apartment I share with him. We jumped each other, kissing hotly. as soon as Adam was out the door. She tasted of maple syrup, from the pancakes I made her for breakfast. But she was incredibly sweet either way. Anyway, back to the topic of sucking. Shania claimed her p***y was tired and sore, but she wanted to try something else that she was curious about. She wanted me to guide her to giving me a blowjob.

God, can I fall any harder for this woman?  Which guy wouldn’t be peeved by the prospect of a blowjob.  I was wearing only my loose cotton boxers, and Shania was wearing my T shirt which came down almost to her knees. I tried to lead her to the bed, but my sweet, sexy girl shocked me…

“I want to do it here,” she gave me that innocent, yet not so innocent gaze. My c**k sprang to half mast. Before I could lead her to a chair, she dropped to her knees right where we stood by the counter. Her eyes were in line with the tent forming in my boxers and her eyes widened. She licked her lips. Full mast, and she hadn’t even touched me as yet!

I shucked of my boxers and stood bare ass naked in front of my beautiful girlfriend. I took my length in my hand and offered toward her. A droplet of pre-c*m was already forming at the tip. I wanted to wipe it off, wanting to introduce her to the taste gradually. She flicked the tip of her tongue out and licked it,  swiftly. Well, f**k! There goes that!. I decided not to tell her what to do. I would just guide her.

“Just explore. Do what feels natural to you. You will know what I like by my reactions. Just stay in tune with me. And careful with the teeth! I trust you baby” I said the last in a softer tone, wanting her to feel my sincerity.

Her eyes met mine, and the fire I saw in them, reflected the fire raging through my body. Still holding my gaze, she took my shaft into her hand and closed her lips around my perfect mushroom head. (Why should I fake humility? I know my c**k looks good). She circled the tip of her tongue gently around the head, dipping lightly into the slit at the top, and I groaned. She looked up, uncertainly at the sound, but seeing the look of ecstasy on my face, she continued with renewed confidence. Little by little she took more of my length into her mouth.

“Work up some saliva, wet it a bit more before you slide it in further, it will be easier.” I advised. Shania was an exceptional student at the art of fellatio, as she was at everything else. She followed my lead and adapted expertly. She was a natural. Everything she did was intensely pleasurable. My c**k was harder than I ever thought possible. She experimented, taking me deeper, and I resisted my instinct to grasp her head and f**k her mouth hard.

She would intermittently take her mouth off my c**k, and lick along the length. Inspiration struck me at one point as I spied the bottle of maple syrup on the counter. I reached for the bottle without moving too much and disrupting her rhythm. She was licking along the seam on the underside of my c**k, and I squirted syrup on he top. Her eyes widened, and flashed a look of excitement as she smiled around my c**k. She licked the line of syrup and moaned ecstatically. I squirted a blob at the base of my d**k expecting her to just lick it. But instead she took my shaft into her mouth and started drawing it in, little by little, using all her newly learned skills, and using the syrup as a motivator to draw her lips to my base.

I knew she wouldn’t be able to take it all in comfortably without some further guidance. I steadied her head. “Tilt your head back a bit, baby”, I commanded her gently as I leaned against the counter. ”That's it! Relax your throat, just breathe through your nose.  Don’t tense up, don’t bite…just relax” I directed gently as I slipped deeper into her mouth. When the head hit the back of her throat I had to bite down and shut my eyes tightly, trying with all my might to not come, and choke her right then. She gagged, slightly, and I made to withdraw from her mouth, but she quickly put her palms on my hips and held me in position. We established a rhythm as I f****d her mouth gently. She squeezed my hips, pulling it toward her indicating she wanted me to go harder. I bunched her hair into my hand and held her head steady as I started to build up tempo f*****g her mouth.

“Shania,” I called out breathlessly. “Babe, let go. I’m gonna blow” She held firmly. All reason flew out my head, as the first squirt of my release shot down her throat. She loosened her grip. I pulled back slowly as stream after stream of c*m released into different parts of her mouth. Eventually my mushroom tip exited her heavenly lips with a pop and the last streams of semen sprayed out onto her lips,  her throat, and my t shirt, which she was still wearing. She moved quickly taking off the t shirt in a single movement, then quickly hugged around my hips, holding on to my still spasming ass, as she cuddled my softening c**k between he t**s. Oh baby, is that a hint of the next new experience? I wondered..

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My daydream ends as Shania pinches the inside of my thigh. I look at her, dazed.

“It had better be me you were daydreaming about Mister! Or I will have to re-think sharing the notes I took for you”, she says, only half-joking.

“I was just thinking about pancakes, with maple syrup babe. I must be hungry!” I tease

She chuckles sexily and starts to rise, I pull her back and put my lips close to her ears. “Next time, I want to lick maple syrup out of your p***y!” I stand abruptly as her breath catches. We step into the aisle and I automatically reach for her hand as we start for the exit. It strikes me again how naturally our bodies gravitate toward each other.

“Liam,” she calls me in a serious tone and I stop as I am a step in front of her.

“What is it baby?” I ask, concernedly.

“I don’t think you should go to your next class hungry. Lets go get maple syrup now,” she says deadpan, looking into my eyes, challenging me. 

Holy f*****g f**k…My c**k stirs with interest.  Thank God my apartment is just outside the campus. I practically drag her toward my place.

After eating a generous serving of maple syrup out of Shania’s hot p***y, I think the sugar has given me a ton more energy. I know I should save some for football practice in a few hours, but I can’t help myself. I have a hot, sexy, gorgeous, thick girlfriend, who has only recently list her virginity, and needs to catch up on all the f*****g she has missed out. I carry her into the shower, amidst her protests that she is too heavy.

“Don’t insult my manly strength, honey. Your boyfriend is a mighty rising star quarterback!” I huff in mock hurt. She giggles and rubs her sticky pelvis against my hardening c**k.

“Patience, woman!” I command. “It will be smoother to f**k you when your p***y is not sticky”

We shower, f**k, repeat, until the water runs cold. We are exhausted by the time we reach my bedroom, wrapped in towels. I have less than two hours to practice, and we decide to take a short nap. I lower myself into bed, shucking of the towel and pull Shania against me. “Wet towel be gone!” I say dramatically. She tugs the towel off and flings it to the floor, drawing the duvet over us. I kiss the top of her still damp hair, and smile, as sleep and exhaustion settles over me. I decide with absolute conviction, that I am inlove with Shania Collins. If she hadn't worn me out so much, I might tell her, but right now Mr mighty  strong quarterback lacks the energy to even speak.

I never realized how addictive maple syrup could be, I think as I drift into peaceful slumber.