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Referring to my last story “Sky Rockets in Flight”, “Jen” and I hadn’t been able to spend much time together since our night on the beach. She was an avid sailor and crewed on at least two racing boats, and I was working to earn money for college. When we had kissed goodbye, she whispered in my ear that we had unfinished business. I didn’t really know what that meant but I was soon to find out.

“Jen” and I got together about a week later to watch some TV and lounge. She brought over a big tub of fresh, sweet pineapple for us to munch on and our kisses wound up being sticky and sweet. She had to leave for a trip the next morning so I took her home a little earlier than usual. Sometimes we’d stop to make out in the far back corner of an old church parking lot and tonight she said she wanted to stop there before I took her home.

We pulled into a dark corner with overhanging trees and she reached over to turn off the radio when I stopped the car. Before I could say anything her lips were locked onto mine and I could still smell and taste the last of the pineapple on her lips. Her hand had already run up my thigh and was tracing out the head of my growing cock.

She stopped suddenly and told me she had a surprise for me and that she wanted me to jump into the back seat of the car with her. My heart was pounding as the thought of my hips thrusting into her ran through my head. We jumped into the back and seat where she told me to lay back. The unfinished business was that she wanted to give me my very first BJ to go with my very first fuck. I protested at first but she pushed me back and had my pants undone and down around my thighs in a second. Her hands were hot as she wrapped them around me and slowly teased the head and tip. She started slow but began to build a rhythm as my hips arched to get as close to her mouth as possible. She changed speeds and grips as little moans and gasps escaped my lips.

I was lost in a haze when I noticed that she had unbuttoned her own pants and had her right hand down the front of her underwear. I reached over and replaced her hand with my own. She repositioned so that her crotch was cupped in my hand. The moans were mutual as she kept stopping to breathe, while never letting go of my cock. I slipped two fingers into her causing her to slam down on them, driving them deeper. I felt the gush of her hot lube sliding between my fingers as she came but never stopping her stroke. I could feel my cock reaching the point of no return and the rush of bl**d was in my ears. Her lips tightened as I swelled and she drove down on me. I heard her gag a little as I came but she held tight and I felt my knob completely in the back of her throat as she gulped. I remembered the feeling I had when I came inside her and this time it was 10X harder. My hips arched and twisted and my balls pumped what felt like a quart of cum. As I relaxed and my cock stopped throbbing, she still kept a firm grip on me as she pulled back. She took several deep breathes and then released her grip which caused me to leak out a small amount of left over cum. She slowly licked this clean and looked up at me with a smile. Her cheeks were flush, her eyes tearing, and mascara running. I realized I still had her pussy in my own grip as she asked if she could have it back now.

We zipped up without saying a word and then got back into the front and drove home. When I dropped her off she leaned over to tell me that I was the first person to ever go down on her and I took her virginity in that sense. I could smell the musky smell of my cum on her breathe but I also smelled sweet pineapple. I think she sensed my surprise because she took my still sticky, grool covered fingers, and licked them off in her mouth. She whispered in my ear,” just so you know, I love pineapple”. It all made sense to me now that the pineapple had sweetened my cum. As I drove back home, I could still smell her scent on my hand, and that also carried the sweet smell of pineapple. I’ve loved pineapple ever since.

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