Dustu misti prem

Ami ar moumita eki university te pori. Moumita nam ta boro bole amra sobai ota
choto kore niyechilam, o amader kache hoye giyechilo mou. Jemon misti nam,
temni mou hochhe amader class er hot cake, shob chele or jonye pagol. Or gayer
rong khub forsha na holeo, besh lomba, slim ar bhison sexy figure, amader bhasa
te ekdom ‘jhokash’. Ar ami holam madhabendu, bondhu ra dake madhu bole. Mou
prothom dike amake pochondo korto na, ba pattao dito na, karon o mone korto
ami oke niye baje nongra alochona kori friend circle-e. Mou er tokhon ekjon boy
friend chilo, amader-i university-r ekta chele, nam nil. Nil asole mou er sundor
sorir take bhalo bashto, ar gadha meye ta mone korto eta naki prem. Ekbar
university-r annual function-e ekta natok obhinito holo. Ami ar mou dujone ek
sathe natok korar por mou bujhte parlo je amar proti or dharona nitantoi bhul
chilo. Er por theke mou amar khub close friend hoye galo. Regular amake phone
korto, ar aste aste amar girl friend hoye uthlo. Amader somporko ta etotai gobhir
ar sabolil chilo je barir sobai seta janto. Mou er phone ele ami uthe amar room e
chole jetam ba arale giye kotha boltam. Karon mou onek khon dhore phone-e
kotha bolto, chartei chaito na. Je samoy mou tokhon-o amar girl friend hoye
otheni, tokhon mou bohubar amake sorry boleche agee bhul bojhar jonye, tarpor
offer koreche ekta bhalo friendship er. Sei samoy amar matha te kintu or jonye
kono rokom jouno kamona ba bashona chilo na.
Ekhon amra eke oporke na dekhe thakte pari na. Class-e ek bench-e pasapasi
boshi, ami mou ke porashona teo help kori ar o amake or class note diye sahajyo
kore. Mou simple nature er holeo, bhison intelligent ar porasona te khub sincere.
Besh bhaloi katte laglo amader dingulo. Nil jokhon dekhlo mou amar sathe
mische, class-e amar bench-e boshe, eksonge ghurche, tokhon or matha kharap
hoye gelo. Mou ke ekdin eka peye nil oke joriye dhore chumu khelo ar mai tipe
diye bollo, ‘oi madhu-r modhye ki emon pele tumi? Ota to ekta chodu. Oke chero
dao, ami tomake onek beshi sukh debo. Amar jontro ta prai 9’’. Mou er ei shob
kotha khub kharap lagto, amake bolto kichu korte. Ami kintu bapar take kono
gurutto na diye boltam, ‘dekho ek samoy o thanda hoye jabe, tumi jemon acho
temoni thako. Porasona te mon dao, porikkha ese gelo’. Mou amake majhe majhe
oder bari te niye jeto ek sathe porar jonye. Or ma baba separate thaken ar mou
thake or mar sathe. Mou er ma ekjon school teacher. Jai hok, se samoy amader
relation khub-i normal chilo. Ami or bari te jetam, ek songe porasuna kortam,
kintu tokhon porjonto amra borojor hat dhora dhori kore bose akash dekhtam, ar
khub beshi hole o majhe majhe amake rege giye kil ghushi marto, dushtumi
korto.
Amader porikkha sesh holo, ami deser biri te thakumar kache jabo. Mou sune
amar songe deser bari jete chailo. Or naki ekhane bore lagche, ektu change of
place dorkar, tachara or gram dekher khub ichha. Deser bari rat er bus-e jete hoi,
tai mou ke bollam, ‘tumi amar sathe jete parbe na karon ami whole night bus
journey korbo. Tomar prochondo kosto hobe. Tachara tomar ma tomake eka
charben na’. Mou amake bollo, ‘tomar sathe eka rat-e journey korte amar kono
somossha nei. Ar ami jani, tomar songe jete ma amake permission diben’. Ki ar
kora jabe, mou eto jed korte thaklo, ogotya amra ticket kete bus-e uthlam.
Amader journey suru hotei mou amar hat-e hat rekhe bokbok korte suru kore
dilo. Bus er jhakuni te majhe majhei mou amar gayer opor ese porchilo, ar or
norom sorir ta amake ektu ektu uttejito korchilo. Khub moja lagchilo amar. Sedin
ek seat-e dujone pasapasi bose onukhob korlam je kokhono mou er sorir ta
sebhabe dekhai hoi ni. Mou ke kokhono short ba tight dress porte dekhini, o
bhison bhodro dress pore. Kintu ji poruk, oke bhison smart dekhai. Aj amar desh
er bari jabe bole mou jorjet sari poreche, gaye ekta kashmiri shawl. Patla sari-r
bhetor diye or mai er khaj ta sposto dekha jachhe. Or dike takiye mone holo or
mai duto ki nitol ar sundor dekhte.
Onekkhon golpo korar por mou er ghum ese galo. Amar kande matha rekhe
gobhir ghum er deshe toliye galo. Ami ar ki korbo, janla diye bairer drisyo dekhte
thaklam. Ekhane rasta khub kharap, mou tal samlate na pere emon bhabe amar
gaye ese porche je or norom mai duto amar buke ghose jachhe. Bose bose ki ar
ghumano jai, mou er oswasthi hochhilo. Tai o majhe majhe chot phot kore, ekbar
dan dik ekbar bam dike phire boschilo. Ar ami-o sei sujoge amar konui diye or
mai chipte laglam. Bus brake marle to kothai nei, mou er puro sorir tai amar kole
ese porche. Mou eber or hatu duto samner seat er pechone thekiye guri mere
ghumanor chesta korlo. Kintu ghumer ghore hatu slip kore or matha thuke galo
koyekbar. Ami mou ke bollam seat er opor babu hoye boste. O pa tule bosle ami
or thigh er opor hat rakhlam. Jemni or thigh er opor ami halka kore hat bolate
gelam, mou he he kore hese bole uthlo, ‘ei madhu, amar sursuri lagche, hat ta
sorao please’. Rat barer songe songe ektu sit sit korte laglo. Attendant er kach
theke ekta kombol cheye nilam, dujone kombol er bhetor dhuke gelam. Besh
aram onubhob holo, mou amar dike aro khanik sore ese amar kande matha
rekhe, or hatu amar thigh er opor tule diye ghumate chesta korlo.
Kombol ta majhe majhei ga theke slip kore pore jachhe, ekber ota porer samoy
mou er phinphine jorjet er sarir anchol ta or kandh theke niche pore galo. Ar mou
er unmukto mai er dike chokh porte, okanei amar chokh atke galo. Low cut blouse
er bhetor theke or sugothito mai duto phete beriye aste chaiche, ar bus cholar
tale tale mai duto dulche. Utejona te amar underwear er bhetor bara ta tatiye
uthlo. Kombol ta taratari gaye chapiye dilam. Mou amar ekta hat dhore
ghumachhe. Ami nijeke thik rakhte parlam na, hat ta chariye niye soja or buker
opor hat rekhe alto kore mai er opor chap dilam. Dekhlam mou kono apotti korlo
na. Amar sahosh bere galo. Itimodhye bus er light niviye diyeche, bhetore besh
ondhokar, prai sob jatri-i ghumachhe. Ami hat ta namiye anlam mou er thigh er
opor. Bus er dulunir sathe sathe ektu ektu kore hat ta egiye niye gelam or du
payer majhkhane. Tarpor sari-r opor diye or gud ta khamche dhorlam, angul diye
or guder chera ta onubhob korer chesta korlam. Emon samoy bus ta ekta dhaba
te ese thamlo. Bus er sob kota alo jole uthlo, ami mou ke deke tullam.
Besh thanda lagchilo, amra bus theke neme gorom cha khelam ar ami aram kore
ekta cigarette dhoralam. Tarpor bus-e uthtei bus chere dilo. Seat-e bose mou
adure golai bollo, ‘amar khub ghum pachhe madhu, ami ar jage thakte parchi na’.
Ami hese uttor dilam, ‘tomake to jege thake keu mathar dibbi dei ni. Tumi
ghumao, ami i-pod chalu kore gan sunbo. Ekhono onek ta poth baki’. Mou amar
kole matha rekhe kono rokome kukre seat opor suye porlo. Ami mou er shawl ta
nije gaye diye puro kombol ta or gaye chapiye dilam. Mou or sorir-e gorom peye
arame ghumiye porlo. Ami gan sunchi, dekhi ekta ekta kore bus er alo abar nivte
suru korlo, bus ondhokar hoye galo. Amar matha te abar dustumi budhhi jege
uthlo. Chokh bondho kore ghumer bhan korlam. Mou amar hat ta or komor er
opor dhore ghumachhe. Ami hat ta aste kore chariye nilam, hat ta eber aste aste
opor dike uthte laglo. Hati hati pa pa kore hat ta ese pouchalo mou er mai er
opor. Ki norom or mai duto, blouse er modhye hat dhukiye dilam.
Mai tipte tipte or ekta nipple tene ber korlam. Mou nore uthlo, tarpor amar kole
chit hoye hatu gere sulo. Ami khanik opekha kore or nipple ta nokh diye achrate
laglam, mone holo mou jeno knepe uthlo. Amar sahosh aro bere galo. Tokhon
amar matha te rokto chore giyeche. Kintu amar dhon ta moha disturb korte laglo.
Bara ta tokhon tol pete 90 degree angle kore mou er matha te dhakka deyoa suru
koreche. Bhoi hochhe or gnuto te mou na jege othe? Ami hat ta mou er soru
komor-e namiye anlam. Tarpor or makhon er moto norom tol pete hat ta rakhlam.
Hat ta dekhi uttejona te knapche. Mou navir onek niche sari poreche, ami ekta
angul or navi-r opor rekhe angul ta ghorate laglam. Ami mone korechilam mou
bujhi ghumiye kada hoye giyeche, kintu amar bhul bhanglo. Mou phis phis kore
bole uthlo, ‘madhu, ki dustumi suru korecho bolo to? Amar to urine peye jachhe’,
ei bole o amar hat ta or peter opor joriye dhore abar ghumiye porlo.
Amar tokhon obostha khub kharap. Bara ta pant er bhetor puro tanbu khatiye
bose achhe. Je khela ekbar suru korechi, seta sesh na kore santi pachhilam na. Ja
hober hobe, mone mone ei kotha bhabe amar hat ta hotath soja dhukiye dilam
mou er tol pete sarir bhetor. Or peticoat er dori alga kore lagano chilo, tai amar
hat kono badha na peye mou er panty te giye gnuto marlo. Tokhon amar kono
dike hush nei, panty-r elastic ektu tule mou er sob theke gopon onge pouche
gelam. Mou kono badha dilo na, borong or pa duto ektu choriye dilo. Hater sporse
bhjhlam mou er gude halka bal achhe, ar or gud ta ekhon kamros-e bhije
giyeche. Tar mane mou-o nischoi uttejito. Ar amake pai ke? Hater ekta angul
guder chera-r bhetor chalan kore dilam. Bhije guder modhye angul ta sohojei
dhuke galo. Eber angul diye guder phuto khjhte thaklam. Guder phuto te angul
portei, angul ta dhukiye dilam guder bhetor-e. Tarpor rosee bheja gud ta ghante
ghante mou er clitoris-e giye angul theklo. Songe songe mone holo mou jano 440
volt line-e shock khelo. O lafiye uthlo, kintu ek bus loker samne chitkar korte
parlo na. Amar hat ta or gud theke ber korer chesta korlo, kintu gayer jore amar
songe parbe keno?
Sashes john or hat ta obosh hoye elo, ami abar or gude angul nariye oke finger
fucking korte thalami. Ektu porei mou er orgasm hoye galo, amar hat ta or guder
rose bhore galo. Ami mou er guder opor hat rekhe-i gan sunte laglam. Kokhon je
amar chokh duto buje esechilo jante pari ni, bhor bela conductor er dake chomke
uthlam. Dekhi akash olpo olpo poriskar hoye alo phute utheche, ar bus ta amader
gram-e dhoker kacha rastar samne dariye. Amar hat tokhono kombol er niche
mou er guder opor. Hat soriye niye mou ke deke dilam, tarpor bus theke neme
gelam. Bari theke gorur gari eseche amader niye jete. Mou gorur gari dekhe
bhison obak holo, amar dike takiye hese phello. Ami mone mone bhablam, jak
baba mou tahole ratri bela bus er modhye ja hoyeche, seta mene niyeche. Amra
gorur garite chepe barir dike royona dilam.
Gram er barite koyekta din khub anonde katlo. Mou agee konodin gram dekhe ni.
Amader birat bari, khelar math, bill, pukur, bagan, dhan khet sob ghure ghure
dekhlo kodin. Barite amar thakuma, kaka, kakima ar amar khurtuto bon rina
thake. Rina mou er theke boyes-e kichu choto hobe, school-e pore. Rina ar mou
ei kodin-e bondhu hoye galo. Kakima keo dekhlam mou ke bhison pochondo.
Sarakhon or songe golpo korche. Ekdin aral theke sunlam kakima thakuma ke
bolche, ‘madhu ar oi meye take eksonge bhison maniyeche. Mou dekhte jemon
sundor, swabhab tao temon misti. Mone hochhe ora khub bhalo bondho-o.
Dekhun na ma, jodi oder biye deya jai’. Sune ami lojja te sekhan theke palalam.
Ekdin bikele kakima ar rina mou ke songe niye sohor-e galo. Sekhan theke mou
er jonye ekta mini skirt, jacket ar amar jonye ek set pajama panjabi kine anlo.
Ami aschorjo holam mou mini skirt kineche dekhe. Konodin oke eto choto dress
porte dekhini.
Eber phire jaber samoy holo. Ami ar mou kakimar deya notun jama kopor pore
bus stand-e elam. Amra eber-o rater bus dhorlam. Bus-e uthe dekhi bus prai
phaka, beshi passenger nei. Ami mou ke niye ekebare pechoner seat-e boslam.
Eta ekta lomba 6 seater, tai ami uthei soja suye porlam. Mou amar mather kache
pase boslo. Bus er dim light nive gele, mou amar matha ta or kole tule nilo. Ami
or ekta hat dhore ghumanor chesta korte laglam. Khanik por mou bhalo kore
check korlo ami sotti ghumiyechi kina, tarpor uthe amar payer kache giye boslo.
Amar komor porjonto kombol ta bhalo kor dhaka diye dilo. Ami mone mone
bhablam meye tar hridoy-e amar jonye maya doya achhe, pache amar thanda
lage, tai bhalo kore kombol chapa dilo. Bus puro ondhokar, kichu dekha jachhe
na. Mou or ekta hat amar hatur opor rakhlo. Tarpor aste aste hat ta niye elo amar
thigh er kache. Kichukhon chup kore oi bhabe theke mou pajamar opor diye amar
bara ta halka kore chap dilo. Ami eber or dutumi dhore phellam. Amake kombol
chapa diyeche jate or dustumi keu ter na pai. Mou er hater sporse amar bara ta
samanyo shokto hoye galo, ar anonde amar mon ta bhore uthlo. Mou eber or hat
ta amar tol pete ene pajamar dori ta ek tane khule dilo, ar jangiyar bhetor hat
dhukiye amar prai khara 8’’ bara ta baire ber kore anlo. Ami ghumer bhan kore
suye roilam. Mou abar ekbar takiye dekhar chesta korlo ami sotti ghumachhi kina.
Amar obostha tokhon khub kharap, karon mou tokhon amar bara ta hate niye
khela suru koreche. Barar matha theke chamra chariye opor nich korche. Ar amar
bara tokhon puropuri khara hoye sokto lohar moto.
Er por mou jeta suru korlo ter jonye ami prostut chilam na. Mou or matha ta
namiye ene amar akhamba bara ta or mukhe bhore dilo ar lollypop er moto
chuste suru korlo. Amar sara sorir uttejona te kapte suru koreche. Amar obostha
aste aste kharap hote thaklo, tol pete chap onubhob korte laglam. Bus bhorti lok,
kono awaz korte parchi na. Se din ratre ami bus-e mou ke je rokom jaliye chilam,
ami nischit o aj ter bodla nichhe. Ki ar korbo, nirobe sojhyo korte holo mou er
otyachar. Amar sara sorir sukhe bhasche, kintu ar je parchi na. Mou keo kichu
bolte parchi na, o jane ami ghumachhi. Bhoi holo, jodi mou er mukhei barar ros
beriye jai? Ki lojja. Emon samoy dekhi bus er speed kome elo. Ekta dhaba te
dhuke aste aste thamlo. Beijjotir hat theke ami bneche gelam. Bus er light jole
uther agei dhor moriye uthe pajamar dori thik kore nilam. Mou er dike takiye
dekhi o baire akash dekhte basto, jano bhaja mach ti ulte khete jane na. Ami ar
mou bus theke neme du cup gorom coffee khelam, ami ekta cigarette khelam.
Mou bathroom theke toilet kore elo. Ghori te dekhlam rat barota baje. Bus-e
uthtei bus chere dilo, eber soja kolkata, ghonta pnachek er rasta ekhono.
Jothariti bus er alo nibhe galo. Mou bollo, ‘madhu, baki rasta ta golpo kore katiye
dite ichhe korche, kintu amar eber bhison ghum pachhe. Tachara etokhon pa
jhuliye bose hatu teo batha korche. Ki kori bolo to?’. Ami bollam, ‘ki aber korbe?
Very simple. Amar kole pa tule diye suye poro, ami tomar pa tipe dichhi, dekhbe
arame ghum ese jabe’. Mou kono uttor dilo na, hoito amar kole pa tulte didha
hochhe. Etao hote pare, aj o mini skirt poreche, jhul ta hatur opore, tai lojja
pachhe. Ami bollam, ‘bus to ondhokar, amar samne eto lojja kiser? Suye poro
amar dike pa kore’. Mou dekhlam jacket ta khule or shawl ta daye dilo, dekhlam o
ekta cotton white top pore achhe. Tarpor mou or skirt ta hat diye tene jotota
sombhob namiye amar kole pa tule sulo, ar ek hat diye skirt ta hatur kache chepe
dhore thaklo, pache ota opore uthe jai. Ami mou er gaye kombol chapa dite dite
bhablam, keno je mou aj ei choto dress ta porlo? Jai hok ami kombol er bhetor
hat dhukiye mou er hatu theke payer pata porjonto tipe dite laglam. Onubhob
korlam ki norom ar silky or pa duto, ektao lom nei. Majhe majhe payer cup-e
sursuri dilam. Mou aram peye dhire dhire gobhir ghume achhonyo hoye porlo. Ar
or skirt dhore thaka hat ta alga hoye galo.
Mou nischinte ghumachhe bujhe, amar matha te dustumi budhhi jege uthlo. Ami
hat ta or hatur opor onekkhon rakhlam, tarpor ektu ektu kore or skirt er bhetor
dhokate laglam. Mou er thigh etotai makhon er moto norom je amar angul
okhane debe jete thaklo. Amar hat joto or skirt er bhetore dui hatur majh borabor
egochhe, totoi hat ta thor thor kore knapche. Eber amar aschorjo hober pala. Hat
ta jokhon guder kachakachi giye or panty khujche, tokhon bujhlam mou aj kono
panty pore ni. Baper ta eber amar kache joler moto poriskar holo, keno o tokhon
amar kole pa tulte hesitate korchilo, ar kenoi ba skirt ta hat diye tene dhore chilo.
Kintu mou panty na pore elo keno? Tobe ki, or gud ghatte amar jate subidha hoi,
tai? Kintu mou to eto kamuk ar osobhyo meye noi bolei jani etodin. Rage ami
matha ta jhakiye uthlam, ki sob ulto palta chinta suru korechi? Sedin bus-e jayer
samoy ami finger fuck kore or guder jol jhoriye diyechilam, tai hoito oi nongra
panty ta pora ni. Gram er barite nischoi lojja te nijer bra panty kache ni, extra set
songe ane ni hoito. Ki mone hote mou er guder kach theke hat ta soriye or top er
modhye goliye dilam. Ja bhebechilam, tai. O niche kono bra-o pore ni.
Ea ek shorgiyo unmadona. Amar samne ek juboti nari bra panty chara suye
achhe, eta chinta kore amar bara pant er modhye khara hoye galo. Ami halka
kore mou er khara norom mai duto chotkate laglam. Nipple-e hat portei se duto
shokto ar khara hoye uthlo. Or oi norom mai theke hat sorate mon chaichilo na,
ar ekta hat-o bhetore bhore du hat diye moner anonde mai tipte thaklam. Hat
bariye mai tipte giye amar mukh bar bar mou er guder opor ese porchilo. Okhan
thake kemon jano ekta mon matano gondho nake ese laglo. Ar parlam na nijeke
samlale. Kombol er bhetor diye mou er skirt ta tule amar mukh guje dilam or olpo
kokrano posom er moto bal-e bhora gude. Gud ta bheja bheja mone holo, ar
halka pechhap er gondho bhese elo. Mone porlo mou dhaba te neme hisi korte
giyechilo. Ami mou er pa duto olpo phak kore or guder bhetor amar jiv dhukiye
dilam ar chuste suru kore dilam. Mou ektu nore uthlo, kintu pa duto joro korlo na.
Ami moner sukhe or gud chatte laglam. Jiv ta jotodur bhetore niye jayoa jai,
dhukiye or clitoris touch korte chesta korte laglam. Mou jane er agee thik ei
bhabe or orgasm hoye giyechilo, tai o eber ar kono risk nite chailo na. Jeno ei
matro ghum bhenge giyeche, ei bhabe uthe boslo, nijer skirt ta thik korlo, jacket
ta pore nilo, tarpor khub natural bhabe amar songe golpo kore baki samoy katiye
dilo.
Jehetu amader exam sesh hoye giyeche ar result berote ekhono ek mash baki,
amra eksonge park, cinema, restaurant, disco thek ghure berate laglam. Ekhon to
porasuna nei, tai onek din mou der barite jaini bole ekdin gelam oder bari. Mou er
ma tokhon school-e. Oder kajer masi dorja khule amake drawing room-e bosalo.
Bela 10 ta baje, mou tokhono ghumachhe. Masi mou ke dakte gelo, kintu sara
pelo na. Masi agee onekbar amake barite aste dekheche, tai o amake mou er
ghore giye oke deke tulte bollo. Ami mou er ghore giye dekhi o pechon phire suye
achhe, ga theke kombol sore giyeche, ar nighty hatur opor tola. Ami khanik or
dike takiye roilam, tarpor amar rumal pakiye or kane sursuri dilam. Mou matha
jhakiye dhormor kore uthe boslo, thik tokhon masi du cup cha niye ghore dhuklo.
Mou amake dekhe bhison khushi hoye bollo, ‘mone poreche tahole?’. Dujone cha
khachhi, masi bollo, ‘didi, ami eber jabo. Tumi dorja lagiye dao’. Ei bole masi chole
galo ar amra dujon jubok juboti ekla ghore eke porer dike takiye roilam. Mou er
sodyo ghun bhanga phola phola mukh dekhe amar ichhe korchilo oke joriye dhore
ekta chumu khai. Mou niche bra pore ni, patla nighty-r bhetor diye or uddhoto
mai duto sposto dekha jachhe. Amar oi chahuni dekhe mou hoito kichu andaj
korlo, taratari uthe bathroom-e dhuklo. Amake ektu wait korte bole galo.
Ami living room-e ese tv khule boslam, ektu porei mou fresh hoye dress change
kore amar pase ese boslo.
Madhu: ‘bolo mou ki khabar? Kemon katche chuti?’
Mou: ‘emni sob thik achhe. Tomar sange to onek kodin por dekha holo. Er
modhye ekdin nil dhorechilo amake’
Madhu: ‘tai naki? Nil ekhono tomake bhulte pare ni? Ta ki bollo? Abar kono
molester koreche naki?
Mou: ‘na, ta koreni. Oi tomake chere or songe affair korte bolche ar ki’
Madhu: ‘ta jhule poro or golai, somosya kothay? Amake to etodine bhalo kore
chine giyecho. Ami apotti korbo na. Ta, or size ta dekhiyeche naki tomake?
Pochondo hoyeche tomar?’
Mou: ‘ei sono, iyarkir ekta limit achhe, madhu. Bhalo hobe na kintu’
Ei bole mou amar pithe jore ekta kil mere cushion pillow niye amake tara korlo.
Ami kopot rag dekhiye mou er bedroom-e dhuke or bichana te chit hoye suye
porlam. Ar mou doure ese tal samlate na pere amar opor upur hoye pore galo. Or
mukh ta thik amar mukh er opore, jore jore niswas nite nite hapachhe mou. Or
gorom swas amar gale ese porche. Or norom mai duto amar buker opor chepe
boseche, ar amar uttejito bara ta tatiye uthe or pajamar opor diye gude gnotta
marche. Ami mou ke du hat diye japte dhorlam ar amar thot or norom bhije thote
chepe dhorlam. Mou prothome hokchokiye galo, pore amake joriye dhore return
kiss korlo. Amra dujon eke oporer mukhe jiv dhukiye deep kiss korte thaklam.
Ektu pore mou er thot theke nijer thot alada kore or kopal, gal, thutni, nak, emon
ki kaner loti teo chumu khelam. Mou amar opor chup kore santo hoye suye chokh
bondho kore ador khete laglo. Ami or kane kane phis phis kore bollam, ‘mou,
khub ichhe korche tomar nogno sorir ta dekhar. Ekbar dekhabe amake mou?’ mou
kono uttor dilo na. Ami oke amar pase namiye chit kore suiye dilam.
Mou sei ager moto chokh bondho kore suye thaklo. Ami or front open jamar
botam ekta ekta kore khulte laglam. Niche kono bra nei, jamar sob kota botam
khultei or tight mai duto beriye elo. Uff, dekhe jano amar chokh sarthok holo. Thik
jano duto choto choto unchu pahar, ar tar mathar opor duto khoyeri pich fol jhule
ache. Ki moshrin or mai duto. Dekhlei chotkate ichha kore. Jama ta or du hat
goliye khulte giye dekhlam or bogol-e ektao chul nei. Eto sexy bogol je dekhlei
okane nak dhukiye gondho nite ar chatte ichhe kore. Amar chokh aste aste neme
ese mou er peter dike nojor porlo. Patla komor er opor chorbi hin nitol pet, machi
bosleo pichle pore jabe. Ar ki sugobhir nabhi, thik jano otol somudrer majhe ekta
pak khayoa ghurni, bohu nich porjonto neme giyeche. Ami eber mou er pajama
kholar jonye elastic dhore namate gelam. Mou amar hat chepe dhore uthe boslo.
Mou amar dike sore ese amar samne babu hoye boslo. Tarpor amar shirt er botam
khule ota dure chure dilo. Ami aj shirt er niche genji pori ni, tai khali gaye mou er
samne lojja korte laglo. Du hat diye amar lomosh buk ta dhakar chesta korlam.
Mou amar hat duto soriye diya amar buker lom niye khanik khela korlo, tarpor
amar nipple-e chumu khelo. Amar buke ek jon narir bhalobasar choya lege bara
lafiye uthe khara hoye galo. Mou ke joriye dhore khat theke neme elam. Ese
daralam dressing table er full size mirror er samne. Mou er komore pechon theke
hat diye joriye, or kande matha rekhe ayna te or opor diker unmukto sorir ta
montro mughdher moto dekhte thaklam. Se ek oporup drisyo, sudhu chokh diye
sukh onubhob kora jai. Mou er dehe hater chonya lagate bhulei gelam. Kotokhon
je ei bhabe dariye chilam mone nei, mou dekhi hotath amar pechone chole galo.
Ar amar gale or gal ta thekiye, norom lomba lomba angul gulo diye amar buke
sursuri dite laglo. Anonde ar arame amar chokh bodho hoye elo. Eber mou or du
hat amar komorer niche namiye pant er hook kholar chesta korte laglo. Amar
trouser er hook, tarpor chain khule ota hatur niche namiye dilo. Amar bara tokhon
underwear er bhetor bisal akar dharon kore phete beriye aste chaiche. Mou ek
hatchka tane jangiya ta tene namiye dilo ar bara ta spring er moto chitke beriye
ese pendulam er moto matha nariye mou ke obhibadon korlo.
Dekhe mou khil khil kore hese uthlo. Ayna te mou er oi hasi dekhe amar barar
opoman sojhyo korte parlam na. Rege giye, kono rokome amar pant ar underwear
pa diye goliye, mou er pechone chole elam. Tarpor or pajamar elastic dhore ek
tane hatur niche namiye dilam. Pajamar niche panty chilo na, mou nijeke
sompouno ulongo dekhe lojja te du hat diye nijer chokh dheke dilo. Ami mou er
halka khoyeri bal-e dhaka sudor chotto gud dekhe obak hoye takiye roilam. Or
kane kane bollam, ‘mou, korbe?’. Mou bhut dekhar moto chikte sore giye khate
bose bollo, ‘chi chi, ei shob thik noi, onyay paap. Tumi ki go? Mukhe kichu atkai
na?’. Ami or pase giye boslam. Or ghare hat rekhe gale gal ghoste ghoste bollam,
kintu mou, ami je ar parchi na nijeke control korte. Tomar oi tin kona ek phali
urbor jomi dekhe amar je bhison ichhe korche okane amar langol diye chas korte’.
Amar odbhut bhasha ar udghot tulona sune mou hese uthlo. Tarpor seriously
kichu bhabte suru korlo. Kichukhon chup kore theke birbir kore bole uthlo, ‘amaro
je ichhe hochhe na, seta bolle mithye kotha bola hobe. Kintu madhu, amra je
korbo, protection nebo ki kore?’. Uttejonar boshe ami ei sombhobonar kotha
bhulei giyechilam. Tobuo sesh chesta korlam, ‘ami baire phelbo, taholei to hobe.
Ki, eber raji to?’. Ekhon mone holo mou amar theke onek matured, o bollo,
‘madhu, seta sombhob noi, it’s not a practical proposition. Ekbar jokhon amra
milito hobo, tokhon ei prithibir kono kotha amader mone thakbe na. Tobuo we can
try out, karon amra dujon-i uttejito, ar eke oporer sarir ta bhison bhabe chaichi’.
Etokhon dhore tatiye theke amar bara prochondo tonton korche, sotti sotti ar
parchilam na. Ami mou er pa duto bichana theke niche jhuliye oke chit kore khate
suiye dilam. Or pa duto tene etotai phak kore dilam je mou er gud er bhetor
clitoris ta porjonto sposto dekha jachhe. Or opor upur hoye suye pore, mai duto
tipte laglam. Sei obostha tei amar khara bara ta mou er guder samne ene ek
dhakka te roshe bhije guder bhetor dhukiye dilam. Aaahh ki sukh, ei prothom
karo gude bara dhokalam. Eber aste kore thap dite jabo, emon samoy door bell
beje uthlo. Mou ar ami dujon-i prochondo birokti niye bichana theke uthe porlam.
Amra taratari dress korchi tohon mou amar dike takiye ekta dustu hasi diye dorja
khulte galo. Ar ami living room-e giye sofa te boslam. Dorja khultei mou er ma
uttejito bhabe ghore dhuke bollen, ‘bhogoban ekhono achhen. Aj ami ekta birat
accident theke bneche phirlam’. Ami ar mou porosporer mukh chayoa chayi kore
mone mone bollam, ‘bhogoban sotti achhe, ta noile aj amra ja korte jachhilam,
accidentaly mou pregnant hoteo parto’.

Hotel-e ek rat

Train ta chakdah te ese theme galo. Sunlam samner station-e ekta malgari ultiye
giyeche. Tai train ar jabe na. Geleo kokhon jabe kono thik nei. Rat nota baje. Aj
seet tao besh jakiye poreche. Platform-e dariye chinta korchi. Ei rate bus pabo
kina, ba peleo tate uthte parbo kina, ei shob chinta korchi. Emon samoy paser
kamra theke ek meyeli konther dak sune takiye dekhi ananya. Ananya amar bou
er bandhobi. Amader para tei thake. Dekhte khub-i sundori ar bhision sexy.
Ami sekhor chakrovorty, ekta choto private firm-e chakri kori. Kolkata te
ahmarst street-e nijer bari. Amar stri bela sealdah te ekta primary school er
teacher. Bhari misti chotto meye bulti ke niye amader sukher sansar. Amar nijer
rojgar temon beshi na holeo, dujoner rojgare motamuti chole jai sansar ta.
Amader bari theke koyek ta bari porei shankar ar ananya thake. Oder bochor
pnachek age biye holeo ekhono kono bachha kachha hoi ni. Sekhor boro
businessman, prochur poisa. Amader duto family-r modhye jatayat achhe ar
ananya ebong bela khub close friend.
Ananya-r gola sune ami egiye giye or songe kotha bola suru korlam. Bhablam
tao bhalo ekjon chena kauke peyechi ei oporichto jaiga te.
Ami: ‘ki baper. Eto rate kotha theke?’
Ananya: ‘sokale ranaghat giyechilam osustho mama sosur ke dekhte. Ekhon
phirchi. Ta tumi kothay giyechile sekhorda?
Ami: ‘ami krishnagar giyechilam. Office er kaje. Ekta payment ante. Kintu train
to ar jabe na sunlam. Ekhon ki korbe?’
Ananya: ‘tai to. Ekhon ki korbo?’
Ami: ‘ki ar korbe? Sararat train ei katate hobe. Tarpor sokale train charle jabo’
Ananya: ‘osombhob. Saratat ei thanda te trian-e katale ami more jabo. Kichu
ekta koro na sekhorda?
Ami: ‘tai to. Kono hotel-e uthle hoi na?
Ananya: ‘tai koro. Kono hotel ei cholo. Ja thanda ekhane’
Ananya kamra theke neme elo. Sohor er dike jeje jeje oke jiges korlam, ‘hotel-e
giye ki porichoi debo tomar? Swami stri porichoi na dile to ora sondeho korbe’.
Ananya khil khil kore hese bollo, ‘tai to bolte hobe. Tomar stri hisabe amake
bemanan lagbe na asha kori’. Chakdah choto sahar, hate gona ek ki duto hotel
achhe. Ekta hotel-e giye sunlam ekta matro single room khali achhe. Ami kichu
boler agei ananya hotel er lok ta ke bollo, ‘oah thik achhe. Ei thanda te ar jabo
kothay?’. Hotel er lok ta rosik, bollo, ‘hayn ei thanda te choto khate apnara
bhaloi thakben. Ami sob babostha kore dichhi. Apnara kheye asun’. Khayoa sere
ese dekhlam ghor ta bhaloi poriskar. Tobe khat ta sotti khub choto. Ek khate
ananyar songe ek sathe sobo, bhabtei mon ta anonde bhore uthlo. Tobu ananya
jate kono rokom anch na pai, tai kotha chalite gete laglam.
Ami: ‘ei tuku khate dujone sute besh osubidhai hobe’.
Ananya: ‘payoa giyeche etai bhagyo. Na hole to train ei rat katate hoto. Kintu
ami bhabchi onyo ekta osubidhar kotha’
Ami: ‘abar ki osubidha? Choto khat, ektai kombol, ei jonye to?
Ananya: ‘na sekhorda, ta noi’
Ami: ‘tobe?’
Ananya: ‘aj-i phire jabo bole songe kichu ani ni. Tai ei tanter sari ta porei kal
phirte hobe. Ar eta pore ratre sule emon lat hoye jabe je kal ar eta pore ber
hoya jabe na’
Ami: ‘are, amor-o to sei somosya. Shirt pant pore ghumote pari na. Othocho
amar songeo kichu nai’
Ananya: ‘sekhorda ekta kaj koro. Light niviye tumi jama pant khule jangiya pore
suye poro. Amio sari khule sudhu saya blouse pore sui’
Ami: ‘thik bolecho’
Light niviye jama pant khule ami kombol er tolay dhuke porlam. Alo niviye dileo,
kancher janla diye ghore alo asche. Jhapsa ondhokare dekhlam, ananya sari
khule matha anchre nilo. Tarpor blouse khule phello. Osposto holeo or sorir ta
dekhte pelam. Ananya saya ta khule buker kache bnedhe kombol er niche chole
elo. Tarpor amake bollo, 'sekhorda, tumi odike ghure sou, ar ami edike’. Choto
kombol. Ektu tan porlei hoi ananyar dik na hoi amar dik khali hoye jai. Kajei sore
sore dujone pithe pith lagiye sulam. Kintu kichutei ghum asche na. Amar pithe
sundori ananyar pith sporso kore achhe. Mone mone bhison uttejito hoye
porlam.
Bujhte parchi ananya-o ghumai ni. Uthe ekta cigarette khelam, tarpor aber
kombol er niche dhuke suye porlam. Ananya amar dike pash phire jiges korlo, ‘ki
holo? Ghum asche na?. Tomar ginni belar kotha mone porche nischoi’. Ami nijeke
samle rakhte parlam na. Hotath ananya ke joriye dhore bollam, ‘tomar moto
sundori pase suye thakle ghum ase ki kore?’. Ananya ektu ghabriye galo, kintu
kono badha dilo na. Ami ar thakte parlam na. Du hate ananya ke buke japte
dhore or thote amar thot chepe dhorlam. Pagol er moto or chokhe nake chumu
khete laglam. Ananya-o amake nibir bhabe du hate joriye dhorlo. Or norom
tultule mai duto amar buke chepe galo. Bra-r opor diyei or mai duto tipte lagle o
bole uthlo, ‘ota tumi khule dite paro’.
Ei bole ananya amar buke matha rakhlo. Ami ananyar pith ta du hat diye joriye
dhore or bra-r huk khule dilam. Tarpor bra ta soriye detei or tight norom mai
duto beriye porlo. Ami mai duto alto kore tipte thaklam. Amar ekta pa tule or
komor ta joriye dhorlam. Amar bara tokhon shokto hoye utheche. Ananyar
tolpete guto marche. Ar edike ami jokhon ananyar mai niye khelchi, or mai er
bota te dant diye kamor bosachhi, tokhon ananya bollo, ’amar ta kemon? Boro
na choto? Belar mai er theke sundor kina?’. Bujhlam meyeder sohojato irsha or
moneo uki dichhe. Bachha hoyer por belar mai duto samanyo jhule giyeche ar
mai er bota boro hoye giyeche. Tobuo bela to amar bou, amake pran diye bhalo
bashe. Ar ananya amar bou er bandhobi, ek rater songini. Kono uttor dilam na
dekhe ananya bollo, ‘amar ta dhorte bhalo lagche?’ ami bhanga golai bollam,
'bhison’.
Ami onubhob korlam ananyar hat ekhon amar buke. Amar nipple duto or nokh
diye chapche chapte bollo, ‘tomar buker ei lom gulo ki darun lagche. Amar bor er
buk ta ekebare plain, ektao lom nei’. Ananya amar buke lepte giye bhison jore
japte dhore amar chokhe mukhe gal-e chumu khayoa suru korlo. Hotath ananya
kemon udash hoye bollo, ‘sekhorda, ekjon meyer sorir achhe, sorir-e kamona
achhe, othocho ja dorkar, purush er pourush, setai nei amar bor er. Tai to ami
ajo kumari, ar nishphola’. Khub kach theke ami dekhlam ananyar chokhe jol chik
chik korche, naker pash ta ektu phola. Amar hat ananyar sara sorir-e basto
bhabe ghurche. Ananyao boro beshi agrohi mone holo. Or ekta pa bhanj kore
amar peter opor tule dilo.
Til til kore samoy boye jachhe. Amar nak thik ananyar buker majhkhan er khaje.
Norom manso pinder chape amar niswas nite kosto hochhe. Er majheo ami ek
madok bhora sugondho pachhi ananyar buk theke. Ananya eber amar lomosh
buke mukh ghoste ghsote niche namche. Tol peter kache giye amar jangiya te
atke galo or mukh ta. Ek tane underwear ta niche namiye dilo. Ar amar bal-e
bhora khara bara ta hate niye bole uthlo, ‘tomar eta to sanghatik lomba ar mota,
sekhorda’. Bolte boltei ananya totpor hoye uthlo. Chit hoye suye ami ek odbhut
thoter sporso pelam amar bara te. Ananya amar bara ta mukhe puro dhukiye
chusche. Ami abeshe chokh buje achhi. Ananyer mukh ta sudhu opor nich
korche, amar bara te odbhut komol bhije jiv er sporso. Mone holo eber hoito
barar ros beriye jabe. Ananya phis phis korlo, ‘tumi to besh sukh upobhog
korcho, amar ta ki hobe?’.
Amar bara ta chere diye ananya chit hoye amar pase suye porlo. Abcha alo te
dekhlam or mai duto tir tir kore knapche. Ek jhotka te ami bichana te soja
holam. Ananyar komor borabor hat baralam. Knapa knapa hate ek hatchka tane
or panty khule dilam. Chiching phank, beriye galo narir sob theke gopon ongo.
Ananyar sundor gud ta clean shaved, ek tao bal nei. Ektuo samoy nosto na kore
ami jhapiye porlam or gud er opor. Ananyar pa duto phank kore mukh dhukiye
dilam or gude. Gud ta tokhon kam rose bhije job job korche. Ami sob tuku ros
chuse kheye or gud er gobhire jiv dhukiye dilam. Or clitoris-e jiv thektei ananya
knepe uthlo. Ar sojhyo korte na pere ananya bollo, ‘sekhorda, amake korbe
please?’. Ami hesitate kore bollam, ‘kintu ananya, protection nebo ki kore?
Songe to kichui nei’. Kono rokom chinta na kore ananya ja bollo, ta sune ami
obak hoye gelam. O chaiche ami protection na neyei oke jano chudi. Accidentally
pregnant hoye gele o khushi hobe.
Ananya er por or pa duto emon bhabe choriye sulo jate amar subidha hoi. Ami
ananyar gude bara dhukiye oke chudchi. Chudte chudte or chokh er dike
takalam. Ananya dustu ekta hasi diye bollo, ‘amake tomar kemon lagche,
sekhorda?’. Ami kono uttor na diye ananyar komla lebur koyer moto thote amar
thot guje diye komor chaliye thap dite laglam. Ananyao or pacha tule tule thap
enjoy korlo. Ami kokhono long stroke, kokhono ba short stroke dichhi ar
chotkachhi ananyar mai duto, chuschi or nipple duto. Ekhon dujoner-i osombhob
ghono knapa knapa swas proswas porche. Amader dom jano phuriye asche. Ei
thanda teo amader du joner sorir ghame bhije giyeche. Ami sorir er somosto
shokti ek kore projondo jore thap marte laglam. Amar sorire hotath jano ekta
electric shock diye uthlo. Ar ananyao ek triptir anonde shitkar charlo.
Ananyar guder bhetor tokhono amar bara dhokano. O ekhono amake sithil hate
joriye dhore achhe. Prochondo klanti te ami ananyar opor theke khate goriye
porlam. Bara ta norom hoye gud theke ekta sobdo kore beriye elo. Barite bela ke
choder por amra jorajori korei ghumiye pori. Seta ananaya ke boltei o amar pete
pa tule diye amake joriye dhore suye thaklo. Sokale ghum bhangte bhangte 7 ta
beje galo. Amra dress kore baire berotei hotel er sei lok ter songe dekha, bollo,
‘good morning dada boudi. Asha kori ghum hoyeche ratre’. Tarpor amake ektu
arale deke bollo, ‘dada, apner gale boudir mathar sindur lege achhe. Ota muche
tarpor station jan. 7-15 er krishnagar local ekhuni ese jabe. Train chalu hoye
giyeche’.
Er por mash tinek kete galo. Ananaya ar shankar ager motoi amader barite prai
asto. Hotath oder asa bondho hoye galo. Jiges korbo korbo koreo belar kach
theke jana hoye othe ni ora keno asche na. Tobe jantam bela ar ananya roj
dupure phone-e kotha bole. Ek din ratre bela ke chudchi, tokhon khobor ta jante
parlam. Anyanya eto din por pregnant hoyeche. Amar thot diye ekta muchki hasi
beriye elo.

RumaR gude cRicket khela

Manusher jibone kichu kichu muhurto thake ja kokhono bhola jai na, oi

muhurto gulo jibone soroniyo hoye thake. Majhe majhe ekakitter majhe oi

bhalo bhalo sriti gulo porom anondo niye ase.

Ami probal, khub-i bhodro ar shanto ekta chele, kokhono kono meyer dike

chokh tule takai na, matha te kono kharap chinta dure thak, kokhono bondhu

der songe sex niye baje adda di na, tobe majhe majhe english movie-r bed

scene gulo dekhe khub beshi uttegito hoye porle paser bari-r chader opor

darano meye gulo ke dekhe hat mari, ei chilo amar doinondin jiboner routine,

…. Khaoya….pora suna kora….ghumano….khencha… ….ei sob.

Ami tokhon calcutta university te computer science-e honors niye porchi. Amar

school er ek bondhu-o jadavpur university te electronics niye b(tech) korchilo,

hostel-e thakto. Or nam bholanath, sobai bhola bole dake, borolok baper

ekmatro chele, proti soptahe week end-e transport company theke car bhara

niye durgapur-e oder bari jai. Sunechi o jai or girl friend er sathe dekha korte.

Bhola ekdin amar barite elo, nanan kotha bolte bolte janalo je or hostel er

computer kharap hoye giyeche, tai amar computer-e o kichu kaj korte chai.

Ami thik achhe bolate, bhola ghore dhuke dorja bondho kore ditei ami bujhlam

kono gorbor achhe nischoi. Bhola dorja bondho kore computer-e ekta cd

chalalo, ami obak hoye dekhlam sob deshi xxx scene, chele meye gulo sob

bangali.

Dekhe amar matha kharap hoye gelo, oabk hoye gelam, amader desher chele

meye ra etota advance hoye giyeche? Bhabte bhabte nijeke khub boka mone

holo, ami kothay bosobas korchi? Bhola sei din chole gelo, kintu amar matha

pura kharap kore diye galo. Ki korbo bhebe na peye hat mere-o shanto hote

pachchi na. Sei ratey 3 bar masturbate korlam tobuo shanti pelam na, pore

bhola ke phone kore jante chailam, aro oi rokom cd ache kina or kache.

Phone peye bhola amake niye khanik hasahasi suru korlo, tarpor bollo, ‘bhodro

cheler matha kharap holo ki kore? Deshi maal khabi naki? Amar ek friend ache,

amar sathei university te pore, nam ruma, khub sexy, rosomoy mal, ektu

chesta korlei potano jabe mone hoi’. Amar mon ta besh utfullo hoye uthlo,

bhola ke bollam, ‘ta amake chene na, jane na, hotath amake patta debe keno?’.

Uttore bhola bole uthlo, ‘se sob toke bhabte hobe na, ami alap koriye debo,

tarpor tui samle nish, kemon? Ruma naki friendship sex kore, majhe majhe

dinner kore ek sathe. Kal amar college-e chole ai’.

Pordin bhola amake niye gelo oder campus-e, canteen-e bose bose dimer toast

ar cha

Khete khete sundor sundor meye der dekhchilam, buk ta dhook dhook korchilo,

kokhon ruma asbe. Kichukhon por lal skirt pora ekta meye ese amader pase

boslo, mone mone bhablam ei hoito ruma. Bhola ekta misti hasi diye amar

songe porichoy koriye dilo, edike amar tokhon obostha kharap. Mone mone

bole uthlam, ‘eta ki jinish guru, ekebare rosalo mal, rose toitombur, ki buk, ki

pacha’. Ruma ke dekhei amar bara torang kore khara hoye galo, ami ar thakte

parchilam na, hasi mukhe hello bole amra tin jon mile boomers-e lunch korte

gelam.

Bhola ruma ke amar kotha agei bole rekhechilo, lunch korte korte ami ruma-r

dike bhalo kore nojor dilam. Deep neck er kamij poreche ruma, buk er upor

ongsho ta fule ache, jeno mai gulo baire beriye aste chaiche, kalo rong er bra

ta sposto dekha jachhe. Or chul gulo highlight kora. Ruma-r ei rokom saj dekhe

amar tokhon khara bara theke ektu ektu ros ber hoye underwear bhije jachhe.

Ruma amar dike ekta kamonar dristi diye ar chokh-e takachhilo. Bholar mobilee

ekta urgent phone asate o chole gelo, roye gelam kebol ami ar ruma.

Ruma ei bar amar songe kotha bola suru korlo. Agdum bagdum kichu kotha-r

por ruma hotath bollo, ‘hmmm, you look quite smart, but why are you feeling

so shy? Ami ‘nervous lagche’ bola te ruma hese bollo, ‘i have liked you, aj rate

free acho? Tahole amar bari te chole eso, ek sathe dinner kora jabe’, ami raji

hoye gelam. Bari phire matha ta osthir korte laglo, mone hochhilo pura baper

tai jeno sopno. Ami jotoi handsome hoi na keno, amar body structure joto

attractive-e hok na keno, kono educated sundori meye eto olpo alape kauke

dinner-e invite kora ta ki swabhabik? Amar biswash hochchilo na.

Sondhar somoy bari theke beriye porlam. Bari te bole elam je amar porikkha

samne, tai group study er jonye ek bondhu-r bari te porte jachchi. Beronor

samoy songe ekta xxx cd niye soja chole gelam ruma der flat er samne. Nich

theke ruma ke mobile-e call korle o bollo soja 14b flat-e chole aste, security

guard ke bola ache, nam bollei chere debe. Ami pouche duruduru kanpa kanpa

buke or flat er calling bell tiplam, ruma ese dorja khullo. Ruma ekta golapi tshirt

songe sada mini skirt poreche, se amake sorasori or bed room-e niye

gelo. Or baba ma kothay jiges korate bollo or baba ma singapore berate geche,

choto bhai tuition-e geche, tai bari te o eka, ar kajer lokjon, servant quarter-e

ache, na dakle asbe na. Bari ta phanaka sune amar monta khusi te bhore galo,

bhablam aj jomiye choda jabe ruma ke.

Ruma amake jiges korlo, ‘ki khabe bolo, bari te sob achhe. Whisky na rum,

konta pochondo?’ ami drink kori na, tai bollam basto hober kichu nei, apatoto

ek glass jol holei cholbe. Ruma misti ekta hasi diye fridge theke ice cream ber

korlo, tarpor dujone mile ice cream khelam. Ami thik bujhte parchilam na ki

korbo ba ki bolbo, ruma-o dekhlam modhye modhye amar dike ar chokhe

takiye ektu chot phot korche, kintu kono kotha bolche na. Erpor ruma

computer-e gaan chalu korlo, tarpor kitchen theke nan ruti ar kosa mangsho

ene amake khete dilo, songe cold drink. Ami ekbar bhablam ruma ke boli oi

adult cd ta computer-e chalate, kintu lojja te boltei parlam na. Gann-r tale tale

ruma nach te suru korlo, nach te nach te kokhono amar kache ese amar ghare

hat rekhe, or ekta pa bichana te tule or purusto uru gulo dekhate laglo. Amar

kemon jano lojja laglo, onyo dike chokh ghuriye nilam. Ruma eber amar pase

ese boslo. Ami ghori-r dike dakiye dekhi 8 ta bajche. Ruma kichukhon us khus

kore hotath uthe dariye ‘okey, aj tahole ei porjontoi, tomar sathe kotha bole

khub bhalo laglo, tumi khub bhalo chele’ bole amar sathe sathe sodor dorja

porjonto ese amake good night bole dorja bondho korte laglo. Ami bhison

aschorjo hoye khub nervious gola te na bole thakte parlam na, ‘same to you,

kintu bhola tomake kichu bole ni?’ ruma hese phello, bollo, ‘hayn, bole to chilo.

Ta tomar kichu kotha bolar chilo naki? Ki beakkel chele tumi? Eso, taratari

ghore eso’. Ruma main door lock kore amake tante tante abar bedroom-e niye

galo. Ami pura hotovombo hoye gelam, ruma ki chai na bujhte pere.

Ruma amake ek dhakka diye bichana te phele dilo ar bollo, ‘ei je probal khoka,

eto lojja pele modhu khabe kemon kore? Ami to sei kokhon theke asha korchi

ei bujhi amake eka peye tumi amar opor jhapiye pore amar sorir niye khela

suru korbe, ta koi?’. Ami jeno akash theke mati te porlam, sara sorir knapte

laglo, amar mone holo dhon tao ekhon ektu sokto sokto lagche. Ruma amake

abar ek tane tule dar koralo, ami ruma ke joriye dorlam, ar t-shirt er opor

theke pithe hat bulate laglam or norom sorir-r upor. Amar hat ta ese barbar

ruma-r bra strap-r opor ghosa khachillo. Amar nak ta ke rumar ghar-r opor

chepe dhortei or ga theke gham ar perfume-r misti gondho pelam, ruma-o

amar buker majhkhan theke amar sorir-r ghran nichillo. Ei bhabe kotokhon

chilam jani na, ek somoy pa betha hoye ele, ami oke bichana te suiye dei.

Etokhon gaye ga lagiye thaker phole amra du jon-i gheme uthechi, ruma uthe

air conditioner on korlo ar ami ei sujoge computer-e adult cd ta chaliye dilam.

Ac on kore ruma amar kache ese boslo, ami dhire dhire pagoler moto or

chokhe, kopale, nake, mukhe, thutnite tarpor thote chumu khete laglam, ar

ruma chokh bondh kore amar ador khete laglo. Ami eber or norom patla thot

duto ke chosar chesta korlam, ruma-o or thot duto alga kore dilo. Prothome

ektu nonta lagleo pore or thot duto besh bhalo lagchilo, kintu ruma dekhlam

kono response korchilo na. Bhablam tobe ki ruma ekjon professional fucker,

jader kache sex ta kub normal? Ami ruma-r chuler pechon theke muthi dhore

aste aste tan dilam ar thot duto jore jore chuste laglam, ebar mone holo ruma

tar buk diye amar bukay dhakka dichche, ar amake gayer jore chepe dhore

deep kiss korte laglo. Bujhlam ruma-r ghar-r pechon hochhe sei jaiga jekhane

hat porlei or sex jege othe.

Ami aste aste amar hat duto rumar t-shirt er pechon dik theke bhetore dhukiye

dilam, tarpor elomelo bhabe or pithe hat bulate laglam, pechon theke bra er

huk kholar chesta korlam. Ruma tokhono kono kotha bollo na, nirob theke

gorom gorom niswas phelchilo amar buker upor. Amar knapa hater elomelo

sporshe or bra-r hook khule gelo, tarpor ami aste aste samner dikay hat barate

laglam. Hotath kore ruma amake dhakka diye ulto dike phire gelo, ami bujte

parchilam na o ki korte chai, or chulgulo elomelo, chokh duto mataler moto lal

hoye ache. Amake obak kore diye se or t-shirt ar bra ta khule phello.

Rumar khola buk dekhe tokhon amar chokh chanabora hoye galo, ei ki jinish

dekhchi ami, ki bishal bishal size er mai or, kintu hotath jokhon mone holo ei

sob sex kora or kache dal bhat, tokhon bujhlam ei size hoito emon kichu noi,

eto tepa khele boro to hobei. Ebar ami ruma ke bichana te suiye dilam ar or dui

mai er majhe nak dubiye ghran nite laglam, tarpor ekta mai amar mukhe pure

nite chesta korlam, kintu parlam na, etto boro jinish puro ta nite parlam na,

badhyo hoye kebol bota chushte laglam. Arek hat diye onyo mai ta kochlate

laglam, nokh diye bota-r charpashe anchor dite laglam. Ruma-r mai er bota

gulo aste aste shokto hoye jachchilo ar ruma-o dhire dhire response korte

shuru korlo, o pa duto tan tan kore rekhe komor ta mone holo ektu ektu kore

opor er dike dhakka dichche. Ami or mukh er dike takiye dekhlam o chokh

bondho kore ache, ar nicher thot ta ke dnat diye kamre rekheche, or phorsa

mukh ta tokhon lal hoye giyeche. Ebar ami aste aste nicher dike nam te

laglam, buker majh borabor theke arombho kore chumu khayoa suru korlam,

ar chumu mane halka chumu noi, ekebare gobhir chumu, lal lal dag kore deyer

moto chumu. Or navir kache astei theme gelam, ki noram ar mosrin twok

ruma-r, amar mukh jeno pichle pichle jachche, navir charpase onek gulo chumu

khelam, lal chaka chaka dag hoye gelo ruma-r pete. Or komor tokhon ektu

ektu kore opor er dike uthchilo, ami tan diye skirt ta khule dilam, dekhlam o

ekta akashi color er panty poreche.

Erpor ami ruma-r aro niche chole gelam, or du to pa theke chumu khayoa suru

korlam, sap er moto eneke bneke chumu khete khete opore uthtei nak lege

gelo “kochu patar shape” jaiga te, kemon jeno bhije bhije mone holo, bujhlam

ruma-r mal ber hoye giyeche. Kintu ekta jinish ami kichutei bhebe pachhilam

na o emon nirob keno? Ami ebar aste aste or panty khulte suru korlam, tarpor

ja dekhlam tar biboron deyer khomota amar nei, totally clean shaved, ruma-r

phola phola mangsolo gud ta kichuta haa kore ache. Ar mone hochhcilo otirikto

uttejona te amar bara bodh hoi phete jabe, ekbar ichha holo bara ta gude

dhukiye dei, pore abar bhablam, na, ekhon na, age ruma kichu boluk. Ami

dekhte chai or uttejona dhore rakher khomota koto khani beshi, ar mone mone

thik korlam magi nije theke request na kora porjonto or gude bara dhukiye oke

chudbo na.

Abar ruma-r puro shorir ta te chumu khete suru korlam, hat bulalam sara gaye,

kaner loti te kamor diye fishfish kore jigesh korlam ruma ke, ‘kemon lagche?’.

Amake hero theke zero baniye o bollo, ‘ki korcho? Ami to kichu-i ter pachhi na.

Tumi ki je fajlami suru korecho?’. Ami bujhlam, normal bhabe eke shanto kora

jabe na, nijer purushotte o aghat koreche, uchit sikhya oke dite hobe. Hotath

kore chokhe porlo alna te ek konay ekta orna pore ache, ota tule niye ruma-r

chokh bedhe phellam. Ruma bole uthlo, ‘ei sob ki korcho? Ami bollam, ‘just

wait and see. You will get immense pleasure’. Ami amar sob jama pant khule

puro nogno hoye gelam. Ruma edike osthir hoye porchilo, mone hoi ei bhabe o

age kokhno kore ni. Ami ei kaida ta ekta english movie theke sikhechi. Ruma-r

chokh badhar por ami alto kore or pura sorir-e hat bulate laglam, dekhlam or

sob lom khara hoye jachche. Ebar amar mukh ta anlam or guder kache, okhane

chumu ar halka kamor deya suru korlam. Ruma-r komor tokhon besh lafate

suru koreche, or mukh diye uh….ah….eh…. Shobdo beriye aschilo, ami bujhlam

formula kaje legeche. Dhire dhire or gonggani bere gelo, ami-o khela te mete

uthlam. Ruma-r guder bhitore angul chalate suru korlam, majhe majhe or

guder bhetor amar jiv dhukiye narate laglam. Ruma eber chitkar korte thaklo,

‘oh please, don't do so…don't do so….’, or kotha sune amar hasi pachhilo. Ei

bhabe 5/7 minute cholar por ruma ar chup kore thakte parlo na, bollo, ‘please,

probal please, ar deri koro na please, ami ar parchi na’. Amar tokhon chorom

anondo hochhe, ektu age ruma amar purushotto niye thatta korchilo ar ekhon

o amar kache bondi. Or kono kotha te kan na diye ami amar du to angul ek

sathe kore dhukiye dilam or gude. 2/3 minute dhore finger fucking korar por

ruma khepe giye chitkar kore uthlo, ‘korle koro, na korle chole jao, amake

kosto dio na pls.

Ebar amar maya holo, bhablam ar deri kora thik hobe na, amar nijer-o mal

khoshay jete pare. Ruma-r pa du to tene phak koralam, dekhi sodor dorja puro

khola, ruma-r khapi khayoa gud jeno gaan gaiche ‘eso eso amar ghore

eso….amar ghore….’ ar amar khara bara bolche ‘kholo kholo daar… rakhio na

ar… bahire amai daraye…’. Ebar nijeke prostut kore nilam, bhebechilam tight

gude jore chap deya lagbe, kintu or maal er majhe du bar ber hoye giyeche, tai

rasta onek pichchil, ekta chap ditei bara por por kore dhuke gelo ruma-r gude.

Ek chap khetei ruma or hat diye chokher badhon khule phello, ar tokhon oke

dekhe khudharto baghinir moto mone holo, kintu amar ar odike tokhon kheyal

nei.

Swopno dekhte laglam ami eden gardens-r mathe cricket khelchi, amar bara ta

holo bat ar ruma-r guder clitoris ta hochhe ball. Ami mete uthlam shoaib akhter

er biddhongsi bowling-e, ami eker por ekta ball kore jachchi, ar middle stamp

bhenge guriye jachche. Uhhh….ahhaaa….ummaa…..eheee…ohhoo…. Kora chara

ruma kichu korte parlo na. Er por ruma notun notun over suru korche, defend

korche, push korche, kintu boundary marte parche na. Er majhe o aro 2/3 bar

out holo, run out naki bold out holo jani na, tobe third umpire er decision

lageni. Amar dharona chilo ami 10 over er beshi ball korte parbo na, kintu

amar excellent line ar length er karone 15-20 over ball kore gelam. Ki odvut,

kono wide hoyni, no ball hoyni, wicket to wicket ball korchilam, eksomoy rumar

last 10th wicket prai jai jai, amar-o bowling speed kome asche, ruma sesh

barer moto ekta bishal 6 marte giye amar kache cought n bowled holo.

Amader ghame tokhon pitch mane bichana bhije ekakar. Sob kichu shanto hoye

gele, ami ruma-r dike takiye oke bollam, ‘kemon laglo?’, ruma ek jholok

anonder niswas niye bollo, ‘ami er age sob somoy one day cricket khelechi,

kichudin holo canteen-e choto choto 20-20 khela suru korechilam, kintu aj

prothom test cricket khellam, khub bhalo lagche. Tumi to dekhlam puro test

player’. Ami dustu ekta hasi diye bollam, ‘aj theke tumi test status peye gele,

tai future-e somossa hobe na, kebol temparament bariye jao, ar lomba innings

khelar chesta koro’. Ruma-o charer patri noi, hasi diye bollo, ‘agami bar dekho

kemon kheli, unbeaten 400 run korbo’. Ami nijer shirt pant porte porte bollam,

‘best of luck, dekha jabe, koto dom’.

Erpor ar ruma-r bari jayoa hoi ni, ami higher education-r jonye desher baire

chole

Gelam, ruma sunechi ekta bideshi private bank-e chakri kore, khub quickly

promotion-o peyeche ar onuman korte parchi ruma-r nischoi boss er songe

khub bhalo somporko.

Ruma ekhon satti satti test player, ar ami 12th player, sujoger opekkha-e achi.

Jibone kono ek din

ma babar chotto shongshar e ami 19 bochor er ekti chele. Ghotonati jokhon ghote tokhon ami amar examinations er porashonay vishon besto. Amar baba ekjon engineer ebong kaj kore desher baire Saudi arab e ar proti 2 bochor e ek bar barite ashte pare. She ekjon 45 bochorer majhari goron er purush. Ebong amar maa Mrs.Rabeya 38 bochor boyoshi ekjon vodro mohila. Unar shorir er gathuni chomotkar. Jake bole onek purush er kache ekta kamuk shorir. Tar gayer rong forsha ebong shadharon bangali mohilader moto e golgal rishto-pushto shorir. Tar ei gorgeous figure er map approximately - 40-34-44 hobe. kintu mamura tar shorir er shobche darun ongsho hoilo tar pacha. Shala jemon boro temon goal ar temon norom. Jokhon uni haten tokhon shei pachar doluni dekhe parar purush gulor khobor hoye jay. Unar pet ta o vishon shundor, ektu chorbi jomeche tate boyosh er karon e. Pet er thik majhkhan e gol govir navi purushder dhon darano te shahajjo kore. Tar buk 2 ta tatka boro boro akdom gol, Uni shadharonoto sharee poren navir pray 5 /6 angul niche ja amader protibeshider kache gopon kichu na. ami jani parar uncle ra tar pachar jonno morte o pare. Kintu durvaggo tader choda to dure thak ektu chuye o dekhar kono chance nai.Mul golpe asha jak. Mash du ek age amar abbur ek bondhu desher baire theke ashen ebong amader shathe dekha koren. Unar nam Morshed. Amra take morshed uncle bole daki. Uni ektu bachal prokitir ebing amader shathe khub e friendly. Prothom dike olpo olpo hole o pore she amader barite ghono ghono asha shuru korlo. Amar jonno pray e bivinno gift niye ashten ar amar ammur shathe onek khon dhore golpo korten. Majhe majhe kheyal kortam j uni ammu ke kichu adult jokes bolten ar chance pele e ammur gaye hat diten. Emon ki ekdin ammu take limit cross na korar jonno request korchilen ta o shune chilamEkdin ami amar ek bondhur barite gelam porikhkhar porashunar bepare. Ammu k bole gechilam j ami porerdin ashbo. Kintu okhane load sheding thakay ami barite fire elam rat 10 tar dike. Maa k kichu na bole e chole elam. Jokhon barite dhukte jabo tokhon dekhlam barir maximum ghorer light e off. Ammu ghumiye poreche vebe ar unake dak dilam na. amar duplicate chabi diye e barite dhuklam.Barite dhuke e drowing room e ekti adh khaoa sigggerate dekhe bujhlam j morched uncle eshechilen. Kintu tar por e ekta ashchorjo jinish dekhlam. Dekhlam j ammu j sharee ta shondhay poren ta okhane pore royeche. Khub obak holam j ekhane keno ota fele rekheche. Koyekpa egiye giye dekhlam j ammur ekta blouse chire mejhete pore royeche. Tokhon amar mone holo j nishchoy kichu goteche. Ami ammur room er dike egiye gelam. Unar room bondho ebong vetor theke fish fish kore kotha shona jachcheAmi keyhole e chok rakhlam. Dekhe stomvito hoye gelam. Dekhlam ammu ghorer vetor dariye ar morshed uncle ammur dudh 2 ta dhore unake wall er shathe theshe doreche. Uni ammu k chumu khete chestha korche ar ammu unar mukh ghuriye nebar cheshta korche. Ammu ekhon shudhu bra ar petticoat pore ache. Uni ammu k joriye dhorlen. Ami sposhto dekhte pelam j ammur dudh 2 ta morshed uncle er boker shathe mishe jachche. Ami chitkar kore ghore dhukte gelam kintu parlam na. amar vetor theke ke jeno beparta enjoy korte bollo. Ammur dudh ekhon bra te Dhaka. Ami wait korte laglam j kokhon morshed uncle ogulo khulbe.Ammu chole jete chailo kintu morshed uncle er shathe shoktite pere uthlona. Ammu korun shure morshed uncle k bollo “ Oh please morshed bhai please don't do this to me. Ami bibahito amar ekti boro chele ache….eta thik na….eta pap.Kintu morshed uncle bollo “ Rabeya, tumi ja bolcho ta shob e shotti ami jani, kintu ekhane kichu e bethik noy, kichu e pap noy". "Come on dear, first of all you are a lady ... Lady of this house who needs to be loved by a man".Erpor morshed uncle unar petticoat er fita khulte shuru korlen. Ammu half nangto hoye gelo. morshed uncle unar bishaal pacha tipte laglo. Pachar biraat dabna 2 ta moida makhar moto kore tipte laglo. morshed uncle unake dhore ghuriye dilen. Ami ammur pacha ta puro dekhte pelam. Maa gungiye uthlo.Ammur pacha ta ekhon dorjar dike ferano. So, ami unar pachar shob activity guli ami clearely dekhte pachchi. morshed uncle ekhon ammur puro pacha ta e tepa shuru koreche. 2 hat diye unar pod er puro mangsho khamche dore pagol er moto ei mohilar matured putki tipe choleche. Ekshomoy morshed uncle unar pachar dabna 2 ta fak kore pachar futa te angul dite chesta korlen.Ammur shob shokti aste aste shesh hoye ashche bojha gelo. morshed uncle ebar unar bra te hat dilen ebong maa o jothariti badha dite gelen kintu unar porushutter kache shei badha kichue na Oh my god! Ami amar jibon e 3 jon meyer khola dudh dekhechi kintu erokom durdanto dudh ami jibone o dekhini. Boro, gol, ar nishchoy khub norom hobe. Unar dud her bota golapi rong er ar besh boro. morshed uncle kichukkhon ha kore takiye thaklen. tarpor khudharther moto hamle porlen. 1 hate unar dan dudh ta tipchen r bam dudh ta chuse jachchen. morshed uncle er hater muthoy dudh ta atche na- eto boro. Ammu arame uhhhh aaahhhhhh kore uthlo.Ammu aste aste horny hoye uthche. morshed uncle dekhlo ekhon e thik shomoy ammu k bichanay nebar. Bichanay niye morshed uncle unar dudh 2 ta chushte laglo.; erpor morshed uncle Metal er moto ammu k bolte thalo “Oh rabeya, tomar dudh khub moja.. Yes dear, uff..ki shundor okhane meyeli tibro gondho”Ebar prothom barer moto morshed uncle er kotha shune amar dhon o khara hoye gelo. morshed uncle aste aste niche namte laglen. Ammur pet e eshe thamlem. Ami agei bolechi j ammur pet tippical bangali mohilader moto ebong darun uttejok ekti navi o unar pet e ache. Ammu unake abar badha debar chesta korleo. Uncle ebar unar jiv ta bar kore ammur navi te rakhlo. Aste aste navir bettor e diye ghorate thaklo.Ammu khub shy feel korche ar tar 2 hat diye ekbar voda, ar ekbar unar dudh dhakte chesta korche. Ammur voda puro puri baal hin. Vishon shundor lagche oi baal sara voda ta dekhte. morshed uncle unar jiv diye ammur shorir er protita kanay kanay puche gelomorshed uncle ebar nije nangto holen. Unar underware kholar por unar dhon ta dekhte pelam. Wow….amar jibon e dekha shob cheye bishal dhon. Pray 10 inch lomba ar 3 inch mota. Ammu unar dhon dekhe boy peye gelen. Unar gola diye ber hoye elo ekti shobdo - "Oh no...."morshed uncle bollen” ki holo Rabeya, eto boro dhon ki tumi age dekoni?. Ammu bollen na…eta vishon boro.. morshed uncle bollen “ keno tomar shamirta koto boro?” morshed uncle unar dhonta hat diye khechte khechte bollen “bolo Rabeya Koto boro?” ammu amta amta kore bollen “….apnar moto…..eto….boro na”, “ apnar tar half hobe” morshed uncle k mone holo uni khushi e holen ei kotha shune. Uni ammur mukher kache dhorlen unar shagor kolata. Ammu ebar jore kede uthe bollen “please morshed bhai erokom koren na please….eta onek boro….betha pabo….”
morshed uncle o pray kado kado hoye bollen” Rabeya please, voy peyona, please amar bou hou, ajker rater jonno. Bole uni ammur pa duto fak kore voday chumu khelen. unar dhon ta ammur paka voda tar borabor korlen. vodar lips a touch koriye halka aktu dhukatei ammu ummmm ummmm kore uthlen. morshed uncle erpor dhoner mundita upor nich ghoste laglen. atey ammu aro horny hoye galo. tarpor thik vodar futa borabor set korey Aste aste dhokate cheshta korlen. “ uffff…….maa go….betha lagche. Kintu uncle er tate kono kan nei. Jore ekta thap dilen unar voday. ek thape shona purota vitore dhukey gelo r Ammu pray chitkar kore uthlen. Uncle astey astey shonata ber kore abar dhukalen. ebar aste aste thap marte shuru korlen. Ammu kichukhkhon nicher thot kamre chup kore theke” ummm….ummmm…mmm..aahhh...ahhhh...uffff....oooohhhhh korte laglen bojha gelona bethay na shukhe uni orokom korchen. Uncle abar puro dhon ta ammur voday vore dilen, tarpor koyekti boro boro…lomba lomba thap dilen. Ammu huuuk…hukk…shobdo korte thaklenebar morshed uncle JORE JORE THAP DITE DITE BOLLEN” ahhh….Rabeya…kotodin er shadh chilo tomake chudbo. Ajke shei shopno shotti holo. Ki moja tomake chudte. Eto boro ekta chele thakle o tomar voda ekhono tight ache. r koto boro boro gol gol 2 ta dudh. ki shundor. bolei thapate thapate morshed uncle arekbar dudher golapi bota 2 ta chuse dilen. akta dudher bota kamre dudh aktu pore tene abar chere dilen. my sexy babe. tomake chodar jonno kotodin khechechi...ahhh sexy rabeya uhh... bolte bolte uncle ammu er pa 2 ta unar kandh er upor tule niye vishon jore jore thap dite laglen. Ami bujhte parlam morshed uncle er maal ber hochche. Rat ekhon 12 tar moto baje. Charidike nishchup. Kintu Shara ghor e jure thopash… thopash… thopash… thopash… thopash… thopash… thopash… thopash… thopash… thopash… thopash… thopash… thopash… thopash… thopash… thopash… thopash… thopash… thopash… thopash…kore choda-chudir thap er shobdo hochche. Kichukhkhon por morshed uncle jore jore shash nite nite cheerik…. cheerik…. cheerik….kore ek gada ghono groom maal e amar ammur majh boyoshi voda ta voriye fellen
ammu o beparta bujhte parlen. Uncle k request korlen shore jete. Uncle shore gelenammu uthe porlo. Bathroom er dike gelo. Jabar shomoy dekhlam ammur vodar baal e morshed uncle er ghono thok thoke maal lege royeche. morshed uncle shuye shuye ekta siggrate dhoralen. Ammu ber hoye elo. Dress porchen. Koyekti kotha holo morshed uncle er shongey. morshed uncle ektu por abar ammu k daklo. Ammu morshed uncle er dike takiye dekhlen unar dhon abar boro hoye utheche. Isharay morshed uncle ammu k daklen. Ammu bollen "Oh no, not again". Kintu ke shone kar kotha
ei bare morshed uncle aro beshi shomoy nilen chudte. Ichcha moto ammu k ulte palte chudlen. Ammur voda abar vore gelo morshed uncle er taja maal e . erpor uncle ammur shorir er upor theke shore giye clanto vabe shuye thaklen. Ammu o ar bathroom e gelen na. morshed uncle er maal voday niye e shuye thaklen ebong kichukhkhon er vetor unara dujon e ghumiye porlen. Edike amar o khub ghum pachchilo. Ghore eshe 2 bar kheche maal fellam tarpor amio gjumiye porlamtokhon raat thik kota hobe mone nei. Hothath ghum venge gelo ekdhoroner gonganir shobde. Ektu shomoy niye bujhte parlam j shobdo ta ammur ghor theke ashche. Chinta korlam ki bepar abar ki shuru korlen unara? Jai to giye dekhi. Abar gelam ammur room er dike key hole e chokh rakhlam. Tarpor ja dekhlam ta dekhe amar matha ghure gelodekhlam – ammu upur hoye shuye achen ar morshed uncle unar khara mota dhon ta ammur bishaal mota pachay dhokachchen. Ami kichute e nujhte parlam na j kikore morshed uncle oto boro dhon ta ammur pachar oi chotto fotay dhokbe.Ammu jothariti morshed uncle ke oneek onurodh korche j okhan diye na dhokate. Ebong bolchen j “ ami kondin okhan diye korini” kintu morshed uncle k mone holo uni shune khub khushi holen. Uni bollen “ Rabeya darling, voi er kichu nai. Shob kichu e porthom e ektu koshto lage tarpor dekhbe valo lagche. Ammu bolchen”Oh, na morshed bhai …please…. Keno apni okhan diye korte chachchen”. morshed uncle bollen “ keno shunbe?. Eta amar onek din er shopno. Shudhu amar e noy eta tomar shamir shob bondhuder e shopno j tomar erokom roshalo biraat boro thol thole mangshe vora putki ta chudbe. Ebong ajke ami shei shujog tap eye chi. Ami kichute e ei chance ta charbo na”. bolte bolte morshed uncle boro ekta thap dilen amar ammur bishaal pod e . ar ammu bethay laf diye uthlo.ufff. babago….vishon lagche….please ber korun okhan theke..Amar mathay maal uthe gelo drishsho ta dekhe. morshed uncle ekhon puro dom e fochat …fochat….fochat …kore ammur hoga marte laglo. Ei vabe chollo 5/7 minutes. Tarpor morshed uncle unar dhon ta ammur pachay khub jore chepe dorlen. Ami bujhlam j morshed uncle ekhon unar dhoner shob maal ammur pachar futar vetor e dhalchenAmi konno din erokom vabe kono choda chudir drishsho dekhini. Shara ghore ekhon shudhu thump….thump…thumo….shobdo shunte laglam. Amar ammu nirupay hoye upur hoye shuye shuye balish e unar chokh er jol felte laglen. finally uncle uthe porlen. Ammu sheu upur hoye e bichanay pore roilen. Ami dekhlam unar pod er fotu diye morshed uncle erv mall jhilik marche.Pordin shokal belay ghum theke uthe nasta korte korte baburchike jiggesh korlam j ammu kothay. Baburchi bolllo j unar shorir ta valo na. shuye achen. Ami ammur ghore gelam dekhlam uni shuye achen. Ami jiggesh korlam “ ammu , tomar ki hoyeche? Shorir kharap?” Ammu bollen, “ ha baba”. Ami bollam ki hoyeche tomar. Ammu bollen “ na temon kichu na back pain”. Ami jani ammur majhe majhe komor e betha hoy ammu otake back pain bole. Kintu ajker back pain j kisher back pain ta amar bujhte ektu o deri holo na.

Nila- aso ki tumi?

Tokhono amaar chokher dristy e rokom chhilo na. Ekhon jemon notun kono meyer shathe porichoy holei amar chokher odrishho fite mepe fele taar buk, pascha, komar, shob kichhu, emonki kototuku ghovir hobe ota, mangshe r daat kemon kore chepe boshbe, koto tuku jore, shob bhujte pari. Nila'r shathe jokhon amar porichoy tokhon ami shoddo Jubok hoe uthsi, college-e jai, obak hoe lokhho kori, baba ma'r kora shashon gulo kromosho shithil hoe ashchhe. Bisheshoshot, baba amar shathe ekhon pray-oi joke koren. (which is good!!) Aami ei shadhinota gulo khub upobhog kori. Amar baba, khub handsome silen ( abong ekhono asen), tini amake jedin HSC porihhhar shomoy Drop korar jonne Center-e nie giesilen, amar bandhobider oneke take dekhe obak hoisilo, " Tor baba etto young, !!" Aami jante chaisilam, "Isn't he handsome too ?" Onekei ek bakke shikar koresilo, Korar jothesto karon ase. Oi din dinner-er table-e aami bollam, tomake dekhe amar bandhobira mughdo!!! Amar baba taar shovab shulov roshikota koren bollen, "well thats not a good news for you !! is it?" Amar porikhaa shesh hote chollo, baba protidin amake namie den, emon na je, ami eka jete pari na. Ashole amra khuboi friendly abong we enjoy each other's company a lot. Taar ekmatro chhele ami, abong taar motoi smart ( bondhura bole !! ) outspoken, extrovert ittadi. Nila'r shathe amar khub ghonistota chhilo, ami bhujte parsilam, she chaise ami jeno take boli, ami jani ami ja chai she tai dibe. Kintu ami ei bishoy gulo khub upobhog kori, amar ignorance kauke kosto dischhe, amar jonne karo ghum haram hoe gese, bhabte bhabte mone mone hashi ar Ravi shankar-er sitat shunte shunte ghumie pori. To, Nila oirokom ekta stage-e silo. Abong ei stage-e she amake ekta dhirgho chithhi likhe janai je, Amake na pele taar jibon oshompurno theke jabe.. ittadi. Aami kono uttor dei ni, ekbaar shudhu jaante cheyesilam, "shotti oshompurno theke jabe? " Babake jader shateh porichoy korie diesilam, tadr modhhe nila-o silo. Prothom to kemon jani nila babar shamne bhoy-e joroshoro hoe thakto. Tokhno mone hoi o amake taar vobishhot shwami hishebe kolpona korse; tahole to amar baba taar shoshur hoi!! oi shob arki. Nila kintu dekhte shudori-i silo. take shob chaite shundor lagto neel ronge. Aar forsha mukhta, lombate typer, Sharp/dharalo figure. Aar kisu bolar dorkar nei, take dekkhlei ischhe kore buker modhhe pishe feli. Aamar Baba, ekebare shesh porikhhar dine amar bodhu "abong Bandhobi" der bollen tomar shobai bashai ashbe. He, ora onekei eshechhilo amader bashai, Nila-o. Tokhon ke janto, amar jibone shuru holo Kuruxetro. Amaar Maa, prithivir onnotomo shera Maa, abong shomvoboto amar babake taar jiboner chaiteo beshi bhalo bashen. Ekta Bank-er executive abong khub shotorko officer hishebe taar reputaion ase. Amaar ei shotorko maa janteo parlen na, kobe amar baba Nila'r shathe jorie porlo. Ami-o jantaam na, jokhon bhujte parlaam tokhon onek dur jol gorie gese. Prothom prothom amar room-e boshe adda ditam. Nila ashotoi jokhon aar keu thakto na. Hoito lunch-er shomoy othoba jokhon shobai bashai dupure ghumai. Aami to bhujtaam ki chai, agei bolesi ei bishoy gulo aami enjoy kori. Tai, kokhono kokhono ischhe kore bashai thaktaam na. Fire eshe hoito dekhtaam baba lunch break-e bashai eshechhilen. Nila'r shathe boshe golpo korsen. e rokom din jai, ami abishkar korlam, Nila jeno, Emon shomoy ashe, jokhon Baba baahai thake.. Aar amaar room-e khub-ekta ashe na. Amaar Bondhur moto "pita" ke ami shondeher theke baire rakhte chailam. Kintu bhujlam, Na Einio bhaloi dubesen. Khabar tabl-e amaar shathe ager moto jokes koren na, ektu jeno emrassed feel koren. Kintu koto dur? Ek dupure Aami Nila'r bash theke okey follow korlam. Aami tokon ekta Daihatsu chalataam. dekhi, Pronoyee amaar, Basha theke besh sheje guje beriesen. Shari tari pore ekakar obostha. Ei prothom , ami onubhob korlam, Nila ke ekbaar korte parle.....
Nila ekta Taxi nilo, traffic jamm er jhamela erie okey follow korte khub kosto hoschhilo.. tarpore- o korlam. Bonani'r ekta paush restaurant er shamne jeye daralo.. he, amaar shondehoi thik. Okahne amader HONDA Accord ta daar korano Aschhe. Taar maane.....
Ami garite boshe roilaam. Nijer modhhe ekta adventure feel korsi. Onek khon pore tara dujone berulo. Amar babke taar pashe kharap lagsilo na, Ashole bola uchit bhaloi lagsilo. Tokhon hotath korei amar prochondo prochondo prochondo Raag, jid holo nilar upore. Kono karon chharai, aami or upore khepe gelam.. amar mone holo, ei opomaner protishodh amake nite hobe. Jodio ekhon mone hoi, nila to amake cheesiloi, kintu ami to okey obohela koreis. Keno emon holo jani na, mone hoi, khub jealous hoe giesilam. Hotatha korei mone holo, Nila IS SEXY. Aami oderke tokhon abaar follow korsi. Airport perie .. jokhon ekta barir shame jeye daralo, tokhon aar ki bhujaar baki thake? Aami gari ghurie chole elam. Ei aungsher bornona thak, Amaar babake ami asholeo khub bhalobashi.
Aami tokhon protishodher neshai unmaad. Aami jani, baba temon kono jhamelai joraben na... He is practical. Maar shonghshar jole veshe jaabaar kono shomvabona nei, tarpor-o keno jani bhoy hoolo, abar mone holo, I have to make Nila Down!! Hoito, amar babai take seduce korese.. hoito.. but " My father right or wrong .." OKe oi raate phone korlam.. onek khon kotha bollam. She duekbaar bollo ekhon ektu busy, kintu amio amar shohojaato bakpotuta die okey atke rakhlam. Ebhabe.. dui shopotaho phonalap chollo.. ami okey ghunakhhoreo ter pete dei ni, je ami onek bishoy jene gesi. Ami jene gesi je amar babar shathe nila ghumai, dupure, bikekle, kokhono shondhar poreo. Ami jene gesi je baba take onek expansive gift kine diesen. Ami aro jene gesi je, goto shoptahe baba aar she shara diner jonne chittagong giesilo. Ekhon Nila amake avoid korte chai.. Hai!! ei Nila-i amar ekti phone call er jonne sharadin boshe thakto. Aami tarpor nila ke bollam, Cholo ghure ashi, ontoto long drive-e jai. Amar mathai tokhon nikhut porikolpona. Oke duek baar request kortei raaji hoe bollo, kal amake janabe. Ami bhujlaam amar "Pitri Dev" ke janate chaise.. Hi hi hi!!! Nila ki hoi Amar ?
Ami jani.. baba apotti korben na. Ami ei dike babake jeye khub bhalo chheler moto bollam, je amra koekjon Meghna nodi dekhte jaschhi. meghan Bridger pore Dhk-chtg road er upore amader ekta brick Field ase. Ota shiter shomoy chalu thake aar ei borshai.. chari dike thoi thoi panir modhhe shudhu ekta Bunglow. Aami babake ei jonne bollam, jate baba bhujen je ami eka nila ke nie jaschhi na. Ha ha ha!! Ki shoitan Aami? Kisukhhone porei babar Cell-e kaar jeno phone asholo.. Taar o kisukhhon pore Aamar phone ashlo, he Nila raaji hoiese.

Aami prostuti nilam. Duek jon bondhuke ready korlam, jate Nila phone korle ora bole je tarao jaschhe. Kinlam 2 Pack rubber. Shahte nilam, kisu snacks aar Bunglow'r master Bedroom-er chabi. She din silo shonibaar. Shokale Nilake basha theke uthie near porei, porikolpona moto phone ashte laglo, je she jete parse na ittadi ittadi. Nilake bollam cholo tahole amrai jai, ei obosthai na korte parbe na , sheta bhalo korei jani. Ghonta khanik drive kore eshe posulam.. Bunglow-r caretaker bhujlo.. taar maliker chhele ekhon "Shabalok" hoese !! montobbo nishproyojon! Aami nila ke nie master bedroom-e dhuklam. Pesone janalat khule dile dekha jai.. borshar othoi pani, dheu aar ki uttal batash. Ami oke bollam toke ekta kotha bolte chai. Nila kemon jeno embrassed.. hobei to jaar shathe shoy , taar chhele jodi ble, tomake bhalo bashi, kemon lagbe? Jemonoi laguk, aami chharsi na. O bollo.. ki kotha? Aami bollam nila " toke amar khub bhalo lage. I like you so much" --" AMaro toke khub bhalo lage." --" I m in love with u , nila". -- " Ki bolsich ei shob?"
issssshhh!! jeno bhaja machhtao ulte khete jane na. Amra boshe silam baradai.. ami uthe or pashe jeye boshlam. She uteh room-er bhetore chole gelo. Ami okey onushoron korlam. Ami jani, uporer floor-e ekhon keu nei. grill-er door lock kore diesi ektu age. nila jane ni. Ami room-e dhuke oke aar kono shujog dilam na. peson theke jorie dhorlam. "nah!!! " bole chitkar kore o shore jete chailo. Ami jante chailam, "keno na?" Hai o ki bolbe? taar ki boalr ase kisu? Aar bolei ba lav ki? Aami oke chepe dhoresi amar shorire shathe. peson theke jorie dhoresi or haat duti badha porese .. ok thelte thelte dealrer kase ene ghurie dilam. Deale chepe dhorlam.. ekpashe amar shori, arek pashe deal, modhhi khane NIla pisto hoschhe. She naki amake onno bhabe dekhese.. . Ami o argument shuru korlam.. tumi eita boleso, tumi oita boleso.. ei shob. Kotha bolsi aar amar haat duti khela korse or pithe, komare , pasai. taar por oke chumu khelam, o dite chachhilo na.. kintu amar shateh o parbe keno? jor kore chumu kheye ok ek jhotkai kole tule nilam. O lafie berei jete chailo.. Etto shoja? oke nie bisanay shuie dilam.. Taarpor nilar shorirer upor amar shorir. Aamar buker niche or buk. amar Jontrer niche or moshreen tolpet. Ami jokhon oke abaro lomba chumu khaschhi, tokhon dekhi or chokh beye joler dhara.. Kandse, Kaduk. Ami khub romantic hoe jante chailam, ki holo tomar? Ami tomake bhalo bashi, tumi-o to amake chao. Tomar jibon ami shompurno korte chai. O kono kotha bollo na, Shudho bollo, please amake tumi chhuoyo na. Aami gaaro shore bollam, aami chhobo tomake ami .. adore adore bhorie dibo. Totokhhno aami oke ulte palte ekakar kore felesi. Or sthone amar hather muthoi, or chuler clip khue niesi, or Orna ta kokhon je matite goragori khaschhe nijeo bolte parbo na. She ei baar jeno ektu jor kore utthe chailo, ami dilam na. O jokhonoi jor kore ami aro shokto kore chepe dhori or shorir, or thot. or golai totokhhone chumu kheyesi eksho, buker upore hajar khanik. Aar tokhno o kadse.. bollo amake, Please aajke thamo. Aami bollam, tomar ki mone hoil, aami tomake thokabo?? Ei shob kotha bolsi aar oke kamre dischhi, shob jaigai. Oke ektane upor kore dilam aar kameez-er zipper ta tene namie felleam. Shuru holo.. amar chumu khawa.. bollam, Nila, tomar pithe kemon akash akash gondho. Chhi !! Ki vondo ami, ei shob kotha uponnashe ami pore mone rakhi... shmoy moto khub kaje dei. chumu khete khete ek shomoy Bra'r fite ta khule dilam. Dhonuker silar moto to shore gelo du pashe, khub druto. oke, abar ghurie die.. aste aste kamiz tene namie dilam komar projonto. o bhuje gese.. badha die lav hobe na. or nogno buke aami chumu khaschhi, kamrachhi, onoboroto. O chokho bondho kore poresilo.... ki jani mone mone ki amar babbake kolpona korsilo. Taar oboshho dorkaar silo na, Shobai bole, Aami naki dekhte ekebare Babar photocopy.. hi hi hi!!! Or bukta silo, uff.... Ami ei rokom bhorat buk khub kom dekhesi. aar ki shundor, norom. o duto nie khelte khelte.. or salwar-er fite khule dilam. Ota tene namte holo amakei. Ami amar jeans khullam. Amar ostro ta totokhhone darie gese... ekebare shesh muhurte ki jani ekta :Noitikota" bodh amar mone eshesilo... kintu aami to god of Devil. Oke jorie dhore, abar shue porlam. Na chaileo amake grohon korte she badhho holo. Amar dirgho shutham Jontro oke chinno vinno korlo. Or kono shara silo na, kemon, nithor hoe poresilo.. Shudhu jokhon jante cheyesilam, Betha paschho shona?" tokhon bolesilo, ummmm....
Take ami oi din tin baar niesilam. Prothom baar jotota badha diesilo, pore aar dei ni, Mone hoi bhebesilo, ja hobar to hei gese. Ferar pothe she shara rastaai amar shonge kono kotha bolei ni, shudhu aami ja jante cheyesi, taar uttar diese duek kothai.
Aami abar amar babake fire peyesi, ager motoi friendly. Amar shathe joke koren. Nila amader bashai aar kokhonoi asheni. Abong HSC'r result-er porei she States-e chole ashe. Nila'r jonne dukhho hoi, Taar durvaggo je She oshomvob dui shokto purusher thik modhhi khane poresilo. Nilar shateh Amaar kono jogajog nei. Aami kokhonoi taar Ashai silam na, Noirashhe-o Naa.