0 comments/ 17070 views/ 2 favorites Filthy Virgins - Morgan & Gabriela By: virgincock82 "What's that?" said Gabriela pointing at the throbbing bulge in his blue linen trousers. "It's none of your business...! I can't help it, it's a Pavlovian reaction when you're next to me talking like this," replied an embarrassed Morgan in hushed tones. Since boarding the flight to Laos, the couple were having one of their usual 'exchanges of ideas'; this time, quietly discussing different sex positions. "One day, I will make it my business," promised Gabriela as they linked hands. They had been together so long, and both were in their late twenties, yet both were still virgins. Despite their innocence, each was endowed with a filthy mind and, over the months whilst travelling, they'd become completely comfortable discussing anything and everything sensual. Always at shameless length, and always in graphic, vivid detail. Both knew they were on an inevitable path to making love, to becoming each other's first. However, both were happy to delay consummating their adulation, as they enjoyed indulging in a slow, excruciating worship of one another's young, untouched bodies – it was the world's longest foreplay, between the world's most stubborn, patient and dirty-minded virgins. Their conversation moved on to their daily language lesson. Morgan repeated, "Pieścić, masaż, lizać, przytulić." "Correct, well done, you're learning – fondle, massage, lick and cuddle!" said Gabriela. "Ok, teach me a couple more." Morgan insisted on his daily Polish lessons, knowing that communication was paramount when they were becoming as close as they were. "How about 'zwierzęcy seks'?" "What's that?" enquired Morgan. "Animal-like sex! Or you could learn something naughtier like 'Weź mnie tu i teraz', which means 'have me here now!'" He tried saying it back, which seemed to amuse his girl, but it would probably take a few days before he could say it fluently. As Morgan leant down to stow his day pack under the seat, he caught an unmistakable and familiar fragrance. "Hey... It seems I'm not the only excited one," he said, as Gabriela went bright red, unable to hide the fact that their earlier discussion had left her soaking wet between her legs. It didn't help that she was wearing one of her tiny skirts, which – with her partner's approval – she had chosen for the night time flight. Morgan happily tolerated Gabriela's revealing fashion sense, and she took pleasure in the attention and the stares she provoked displaying her pert, blossoming cleavage and often pornographically short dresses. No-one would guess that this provocative girl was as pure as snow. There was another unspoken reason for her enticing wardrobe choices – the couple had a long-term underlying agreement about eventually involving another girl in their fun. Neither knew when and how this opportunity would come, it would probably be a close friend but it was also important to always signal that they were a very open-minded and modern – albeit secretly virginal - couple. Both now ached for relief. Ordinarily, this would be neither the time nor the place, but they had a special mission during their year-long world travels, a journey which saw them also embark on an inner-journey, one that saw them falling hopelessly and desperately in love. Their project, as agreed upon before they set out, was to commit sensual acts in as many new and wonderful places as possible. Already, they had revered and devoured each other's bodies for hours-on-end in a tent in a remote Thai forest, on an overnight sleeper train behind a curtain on a packed carriage in Vietnam and early in the morning in the clear blue sea off Malaysia's east coast. They had big plans for their destinations in India and South America and had some landmarks and trouble-making in mind already. Although they'd come close, they'd never been caught. Their spontaneous little activities were often laced with passionate romance or sometimes – in urgent situations where time was the enemy - dominated by lust. They had also discussed the logistics of how they would get away with it on an aeroplane, and – without prior discussion - had deliberately chosen seats at the back near the bathrooms. She flashed a sinful and inviting smile at him. He had come to learn the meaning of this demanding expression, and melted as the sight of her wicked eyes and soft dimples – this look spoke a thousand words. Those trademark dimples framed her amazing smile. This girl was too pretty for him, he thought... "Ok, in a few minutes, slowly get up and walk to the bathroom. Do this when the crew are not looking... You must wait... I'll knock softly shortly afterwards... Understood?" "Yes, sir!" she replied in her charming accent, "you'd better join me, I can't wait much longer." They sat in silence. Her underwear became increasingly drenched and her heart pounded with anticipation, her aching soaked pussy had grown accustomed to finding reprieve on demand. Meanwhile, he grew harder; practically bursting out of his pants, and broke into a familiar cold sweat of frustration and suppressed desire. His penis stood to attention and rhythmically pulsed, pleading for a release, its outline clearly visible through his clothing. Both had now engaged in an unstoppable vocation – a debauched assignment fuelled by a burning hunger, a guilt-ridden craving and a painful lustful yearning for each other. There was no turning back, neither were in control. She picked her moment, and nervously but purposefully walked to the bathroom. Many of the other passengers were asleep and much of the crew had retired to the front of the aircraft. Morgan lasted about a minute – a long, agonising minute - before rearranging his erection and getting up to join his friend. As Gabriela quietly opened the door from the inside, he stood in awe upon seeing that already she had her shirt unbuttoned, shamelessly releasing her full, perfect tanned breasts. "You've become very confident lately Gabrielacat! My friends are out to play already, I see" he joked, noticing how the fabric had caught on her stiff nipples. "Hey... You'd better shut up and kneel down," she commanded having positioned herself on the surface next to the sink. Her scent now lingered thick in the air of the small room as Morgan sank respectfully and decisively to the floor. Facing her knees in humble service, a fresh burst overcame him as she slowly, willingly opened her legs. Her unique smell was the smell of love, of womanhood, of life itself - Morgan was impossibly addicted to her sweet, delicate aroma. With grace and purpose, he removed and inspected her knickers, "Oh my God... They're absolutely dripping wet Gabriela... Look, I'm afraid I'll have to keep these for now." She didn't respond, she simply presented herself to him, and the fluorescent light revealed just how saturated her long-reserved pussy had become. Her tight, enticing lips, which she worked hard to keep clean shaven and silky smooth, glistened under the artificial light, advertising her readiness. A thin, sensitively crafted line of hair formed a trail to guide him southwards into the flushed, pink unknown. It blew his mind that a girl of such prudish reserve and innocence would always carry a condom, and so carefully maintain her hair down below... Just as Morgan went in to start work on her shining mound, she suddenly pulled him up by the hair – with loving force – meeting him eye-to-eye. "Just a minute, sir..." she whispered. He granted her a soft, gentle kiss – barely touching her lips with his. Teasing her again, he brushed once more gently across her mouth, their tongues meeting for a second, before moving on to her neck and her ears. Wondering what this tongue would feel like inside of her, she stopped him... "I said, just a minute – this isn't fair – I need to see what's been happening down there." she demanded, eyeing the swollen bulge at his groin – Morgan was quite visibly at full mast. "It's so obvious when you wear those trousers, how did you stand up?" Before he could answer, she dived in for another kiss – this time a more powerful and deliberate one, just as she'd taught him - whilst her hands worked their way slowly south. They arrived at the protrusion in his thin trousers and she pulled them down with vigour, only for his penis to spring back up to his chest... "Little Morgan! Wow... Pragnę cię... Seriously, I don't know how I will take all of this, it'll hurt so much" said Gabriela, fixated on his length and girth. She said this, and meant it – with genuine surprise – every time she saw him exposed. What would she do, when the time came?! He was always flattered by how 'in awe' Gabriela was, but he too was sincerely worried about consummating their love. His size was not the concern – it was her inevitable tightness. When the final act finally comes along – he wouldn't want to cause his angel any pain – it would need to be done with love, tenderness, patience and great care. The deep rouge tip of 'Little Morgan's' swollen head also glistened under the spotlights, ready for engagement. She was still getting to know her new friend and softly explored the warm shaft with two fingers, its smoothness only interrupted by faintly pulsating veins and involuntary, excited twitching. It responded to the slightest touch, instantly thickening during the few seconds of interest shown to it. She grinned and her hands quickly withdrew - Morgan exhaled with submissive defeat. "Agh! You're such a minx," he said. "DOWN" she shouted, forgetting where she was, forcing his head down to her legs. He reached up, putting his thumb hard onto her closed mouth, "Hey! You'd better be good – no shouting... or no games!" With his hard length still suffering, there was a hard element of genuine upset in his response – and so he then set to work channelling his frustration into pleasuring his lover. Gabriela hastily pulled her short dress up to allow him full unhindered access, her eyes filled with expectation and her delicate untainted pussy begged for immediate redress. Despite his eagerness and sense of duty to satisfy her thirst, Morgan teasingly, mischievously, lightly brushed her slick entrance with his nose, and then pulled away. Propping her one leg over his shoulder and the other up against the opposite wall, he kissed the underside of her knee and – with an excruciating attention to detail, mapped out a path along her legs with his tongue all the way to her forbidden warmth. Along the way he often stopped and inhaled, assessing her strengthening scent, and lightly left a trail of soft kisses as he finally trespassed into her alluring wetness. His tongue worked its magic, licking away her inhibitions and she shuffled and squirmed on the surface. He repeatedly played his torturous games – perhaps she deserved this ordeal for her earlier rebuttal? By reflex she pushed his head between her legs, unapologetically burying his face in her sodden pussy – "Chcę cie mieć głęboko w środku." He didn't need to understand the words to know what she required. He finally indulged her wishes and set to work, subtly and faintly lapping at her silky, glossy pussy – spreading her open with love and proceeding with stamina. What a privilege to satisfy this famished, innocent pussy. Gabriela unintentionally emitted a long, soft moan – this was only the fourth time anyone had made contact with her closely guarded opening. So many girls, boys, men and women had lusted after her, tried to woo her or drunkenly have their way with her, but for years she had persistently rejected their arrogance and presumptuousness. She was an unattainable fantasy to all but one man. Yet even now she felt overexposed, guilty and self-conscious but the couple were working together to overcome their natural, long-standing fears. Their connection was so strong that they were also able to assess each other's feelings, needs and concerns without even communicating verbally. Opening up to one another – literally and figuratively - had been a beautiful, private and fulfilling experience, punctuated with extreme physical ecstasy and deep emotional intimacy. How could he ever hurt the girl who allowed him – above all others – the honour of tasting her private, creamy nectar? Gabriela often spoke of her own cum-tasting fantasy after reading of how the act of tasting a man's rich and thick honey was an exquisite, bonding and enlightening experience. Unfortunately for her, it would be some time before Morgan would indulge her long-standing fantasy, and channel velvety white ribbons of warm cum down her throat, finally quenching her thirsty curiosity. She was delicious; Morgan had an immediate fondness – or rather, weakness – for her luscious taste. From the first moment she granted him contact, he had adored her delectable flavour. He continued to lick, flick and tease her entrance, occasionally dipping his tongue into her as her legs writhed with delight. His left hand reached up and pressed hard again onto her bottom lip, as she sucked his index finger with a sudden intensity. Morgan then stroked her flawless, beautiful face and neck as his mouth gradually quickened the pace on her soft pussy. Another hand reached for her erect nipples and gently tweaked them, weighing up the generous fullness of her sought-after breasts. Though seemingly out of control, he was careful not to enter her with his fingers or press in too hard with his tongue – it was important, after all these years, that she must remain a virgin, so they were instinctively aware and careful not to apply too much pressure or insert anything more intrusive than a tongue. Her much prized pussy was delicate, holy territory which required utmost respect and gentleness. Gabriela even refrained from using her own fingers or sex toys on herself, obsessively maintaining her purity for her future lover... No access for toys, no fingers, definitely no men – entry was strictly forbidden to all for now. In the thick of erotic daydreaming, she would sometimes employ a shower head to relieve any sudden, burning hunger but – like Morgan's long-term abstinence – she would stop short of ever granting herself full and final satisfaction. Rather than manically fucking within the first few days, they agreed on a pact of patience and prolonged purity – it would be this discipline and self-denial that would do wonders for their sexual creativity. He began encircling her clit, with grace, affection and rhythm – Gabriela's hands had locked onto his head, tenderly guiding his pace and pressure. It was a wonderful thing to learn together and Morgan was careful to memorise her reactions and the effects of each of his experiments, each of his nurturing strokes. A little more pressure here, a little softer over there, then harder and faster, deeper and slower. Her subtle whims and the tiny signals in her intimate muscles, her legs, hands, her pulse and through her involuntarily groaning and whimpering – all these clues helped artfully guide him to maximise her excitement and control the orchestral timing of her fiery crescendo. She then rapidly descended into a frenzied, excited state – a trance-like dizziness – it had begun, and more quickly than usual, perhaps because of the location and perhaps because they were aware they'd been locked in the bathroom for over 15 minutes. This was unfortunately not a time for drawing out the inevitable – it would be best to allow nature to take its course, to submit to the violent and inescapable thrashings of her intense climax. Morgan's hands frantically explored her upper body as his tongue lashed, whipped and stroked her erupting pussy and quivering, firm clit – all with varying tempo and force. "Chce to robic caly czas Morgan" she whined..." He caught her eye, asking what she'd just said... "I said, 'where did this boy learn his dirty tricks'?" He continued, bracing himself for one of her typically ferocious and powerful orgasms – it was rare Gabriela's years of frustration found an outlet and so the passion and fury of her peak came as no surprise. Still, Morgan was often shocked with what his partner was capable of and the loving stormy aggression she exhibited – maybe it was linked to the fact that, when she orgasmed, she was simultaneously suppressing the inherent urge to feel him inside of her. "Wh-whatever you just did, do it again" she ordered, head back and deep in a spiritual rousing. At this late stage, he had learnt the hard way to immediately obey and submit. Hands frantically clawing at his hair, legs clamping around his bobbing head, her gushing, swelling pussy jolted wildly, her whole body trembled, sweated and shuddered with unspeakable, newfound joy. Her heart raced, her breathing quickened, she managed to grit her teeth to prevent a hysterical scream from escaping. Instinctively thrusting and grinding against his face in synchronicity, Gabriela suffered long shuddering spasms and experienced surging waves of tension-melting relief rippling throughout her entire being. This beautiful torture. This ravenous sensual torment. Awash with pleasure, her soaked pussy began its disorderly clenching, intuitively attempting to usher in a ghostly penis that was not yet attainable. She had read about how women automatically tighten like this to clamp onto their men at the critical moments, and as Morgan pushed her over the edge, her imagination fired up with flashing images of being passionately impaled on top of him. Curiosity and desire were thundering through her body in overpowering waves, it seemed to last several minutes, Morgan attempted to steady her as she almost collapsed with liberated elation – but he didn't stop. Gabriela couldn't help but yelp, prompting an abrupt knock at the door – someone outside was asking if everything was ok. "She's.. .er... just feeling a little sick, we'll.. we'll be out in a minute!" stuttered a very flustered Morgan. They stood up and clung together, shaking and gasping, his penis twitching and her raw, tender pussy throbbing in the echoes of its ecstasy. "Sweetheart, are you ok?" Morgan asked with sincere alarm, as she seemed wobbly on her legs and slightly delirious. "Yeah... I'm, just... hey... Thank you" she stammered, looking appreciatively into his eyes, holding her head, knowing she had no time to return the favour. "Hey, I told you never to thank me" he whispered, "it's my honour and duty – no thank yous." He hugged her and wiped her down with some tissue, surprised at how far her wetness had flowed river-like down her legs. "It's a hell of a show when you come, my Gabrielakitten, it's like you're possessed" he said. She felt his still raging hard-on pressing into her leg begging for acknowledgement and gave a sympathetic pat, promising some fun 'next time'. After hastily dressing and with Gabriela still uneasy walking, they emerged, sweating and flushed from the bathroom. Stumbling, legs faltering, an attractive flight hostess, who – thankfully - seemed more concerned than suspicious, enquired as to her well being. Morgan knew that this short, graceful Malaysian lady was just the kind of woman who Gabriela would be drawn to. Gabriela looked the part – she was pale and could've quite easily have been unwell, she blurted out, "Sorry... nie mam na sobie majteczek." Morgan had an idea what this meant – his friend was obviously still a little mixed up - but he translated it to the attendant as she 'felt ok', and had a little 'flight sickness'. They sat back down. Morgan was deep in wonderment and admiration of his girl's mischievousness, and the new, powerful, feminine confidence she had shared with him. United in their respect and appreciation for each other, they sat quietly, basking in their unity and ability to put ideas into action, and reflecting upon another new chapter in their journey of discovery. It was a job well done... As they watched another passenger go to the bathroom, in a quick guilty glance they each expressed their worry that they hadn't cleaned up properly, or that the distinctive smell of passion lingered profusely in the dense air. Part of them didn't care, as they both privately made plans for the next challenge – perhaps a dusty museum? A lift? A quite – or busy - beach? Or maybe, as they eyed the flight attendant, a more spontaneous adventure?