This could not be real. Surely this was a dream. Soon he would wake up, and that would be that for Paradise.Seventy-two virgins?"We, the houris, are v...rgins, in that we are created for you and have been with no one else," said Stacy. "But we are not human. Angels might be a better word for us in your language."Said Stacy?"I am not the Stacy you knew on earth, but you harbored a secret desire for her, so it is her form I have taken. All that you desired, all that you have ever desired, is now. I'm entranced, fascinated, mimicking her actions with my own mouth, sliding my tongue along its underside and feeling its head start to nuzzle against the back of my throat. I close my eyes, concentrate on the steady flow of air through my nostrils, and ignore the warm, dampness spreading between my thighs and the dribble of saliva or wine that trickles down my breastbone. Slowly, with delicate hands I feed another couple of millimetres into my slack jawed mouth, and feel it slide a little. Tonight, as we drank rum by the reservoir, we were talking about girls. “Who’s your ideal?” Jake asked. I thought for a moment “I don’t know if I have one.” “What? Come on, man, you must!” said Jake. I knew I had to say something. I looked at his handsome face, rimmed by light from a streetlamp — strong jaw, cute upturned nose, short dark hair and light blue eyes. “You know,” I said, “I like dark hair - a brunette.” My eyes traveled down Jake’s strong shoulders encased in a tight cotton. Reena se kahen. Aur edhar aa ja nahi to niche girne ka daar hai. Wo aur mujhse chipak gayee. Reena apni jangh mere jangh (thigh) ke uppar rakh di. Uski gaal mere gaal se sata tha. Main uski gaal se upna gaal ragadne laga. Mera lund dhire-dhire khada ho gaya. Main upna ek hath Reena ki kamar par le gaya aur aur dhire -dhire uski lahnga upar kamar tak khinch-khinch kar chadhane lage. Reena kuch nahi bol rahi thi maine uske mast aur masal jangho ko sahlane laga jisse usse mazza aane laga aur main.