Bandhobi moumitar satha 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