Mamato bhai ke diye gud chodano – 1

Amar mamato bhai Amit Delhite thake. Amitr boyish 17 hochhe aar se akhon senior school examinationer janno toyer hocche. Amit amnite khub bhalo student. Amitr baba, mane mar baro mama ballen je Amit Kolkatar BE entrance parikkha janno tayeri karuk. Jehetu amar mamara khoob barolok noye tai tara sleepere kore Delhi theke Kolkatate aaslen. Ami amar maa, baba aar dui bhaier songe Kolkata te thaki. Amar dui bhai, ek jon baro aar ek jan choto. Amar baba ek baro Companyte Sr. Executive Officer. Jakhon Mamababu aar Amit Kolkatate elen to amra Howrah station giye receive korte gelam. Amai shuru theke pora sunate bhalo noye. Amar nanan rakon loker songe mela mesha korte bhalo lage aar tar janno amar maa make Howrah station pathalo Mamababu aar Amit ke receive korte. Ami amadre care kore Mamababu aar Amit ke Howarh theke ante gelam. Jakhon train theek time also ami mamababu aar Amit ke train theke nabte dekhlam. Ami tader dekhe tader kache gelam aar guye mamababu ke pranam karlam aar Amit ke bollam je aamke pranam kor. Amit amar katha sune bollo, “Ja. Bhag. Tokay, abaar pronaam? Maatha kharaap?” Pherar somay mamabau gari te ager seate boslen aar ami aar Amit pichoner seat te boslam aar sara rasta bak bak kprte korte thaklam. Majhe majhe Amit amake amar chashma niye chata cheelo. Jakhon Amit anekhon theke amake chata cheelo to ami Mamababu ke bollam, “Mamababu. Dakho naa, Amit jaa taa bolchey.” Mamababu amar kothai kan na diye bollen, “tomadyer bhai boner baypaar. Aaami aar kee korbo?”

Kichukhon pare amra bari pauche gelam. Mamababu aar Amit guestroom te chole gelo aar ami nijer ghore chole gelam. Kichukhom pore Mamababu aar Amit snaan kore guestroom theke berulo. Mamababu aar Amit ke jalkhabar deo holo aar tara dujone mile khabar khe nilo. Khabar khaoa hoe gele Mamababu ektu jor golaye Amit ke bollen, “Jao. Pordtey bosho.” Amit chupchap guestroom giye porte boslo. Dudin pore Amit oarikhha sesh hoe gelo. Parikkha diye Amit kintu theek satisfied noye. Mamababu ta sune Amitr opor khub rag karlen. Mamabau amar ma ke bollen, “Shyama. Ki kori bol toe? Pora shuno korey naa.”

Er por teen din chuti aar barite khoob hattogol. Mamababu aar ma dujone balcony te bose purono diner katha bolchilo aar hansa hansee korchilo. Ami takhon guest roome giye Muntu ke amar ghore niye aslam aar amra galpo shuru kore dilam. Shuru shuru te amara nana rokam topice katha bolchilam tarpor amra boy friend aar girl friend topic niye katha bolte shuru korlam. Amit amake jigesh karlo je amar kono boy friend ache kina aar amio Amit ke jigesh korlam je tar kono girl friend ache kina. Ami bollam je amar kono boy friend neyee aar Amit bollo je taro kono girl friend neyee. Ami Amitr songe katha bolte bolte Amitr gaye chimtee katchilam aar minu aamar komore katukutu dichhilo. Amitr katikutu deate ami majhe majhe lafiye uthchilam. Airolom korte korte ami aar Amit khoob kachalache hoye gelam aar amar kakhano aannr gaye hath dite didha kortam na. Amitr parikkha hoegele Mamababu aar Amit abar Delhite phire gelen aar bole gelen je Amitr result berobar por aabar Amit Kolkatate porashuna korte asbe.

Du mas pore Amitr result out holo aar Amit Kharagpur IIT te bhortee hobar chance pegelo. Amit 28th April Delhi theke Kolkatar janno raona holo aar 29th April Amit Kolkata paunche gelo. Ami abar Howrah theke Amit ke niye elam. Amit amader barite du thaklo aar tar por Local train dhore Amit Kharagpur chole gelo. Je du din Amit amader barite chilo, amra masharir bhetore bose bose galpo korlam. Prathom dineyee amader galpo abar theke boy friend aar girl friend niye shuru holo. Amara msharir bhetore chilam bole amader sharir ek dujoner songe majhe majhe thekchilo. Kakhono aamr hath Amitr gaye giye porchio aar kakhono Amitr hath amar gaye eshe porchilo. Kintu ete amara kono kharap mone korchilam na. Anekhon galpo korar por aar amar bar bar jigesh korate Amit bollo je haan tar ekta girl friend ache. Tarpor ami Amit ke chepe dhorlam, je bal tor meye bondur kotha bol. Ami aro jigesh korlam je, “tue ki to meye bondhur ke chumu kheyechis kina?”

Amit jakhon abar Kolkata elo amra abar dujone bose bose adda marte laglam aar takhon Amit amake bollo je se tar meye bondhu ke oder multiflater sindhee te chumu kheyeche. Ami abar Amit ke chepe dhorlam, le bal aar ki ki korechis meye bondhur songe, kintu Amit aar ebishoye much khullona. Ami mone mone bhablam je hoeto Amit aar tar meye bondhur modhee aar kichu hoyenee. Erpor Amit amake chepe dhorlo amar chele bondhur kotha jante. Ami parishkar bhave Amit ke bollam je aamar kono chele bondhu nayee. Kintu Amit amake nana bhave proshno kore gelo, jerakom amat boyfriend ki khoob sundor dekhte na kharab dekhte, aami ki aakar boyfriend ke chumu khyechi kina aaro onek prosno.

Kharagpur jaoar aage amara ek dujoner songe pratigya korlam je amar ek dujonke regular bhave chitii likhbo. Erpor koiek mas porjonto amara regular bhave chithiir adanprodan korte thanklam. Amader chitheer bishow dhire dhire sexer dike jete laglo. Dhire dhire amra chitheete kholakhulee bhave sex niye alochona korte thaklam tobe sexer angogulor nam dhkadhakee thakto. Praye dubocher por amara, mane ami amar dadara, aar maa sobaiye mile January mase Digha berate gelam. Baba amader sathe gelen na. Ami amar maa ke jigesh korlam je amra ki Amit ke amader songe jete dakte pari? Maa bollen je tue chithee likhe jigesh kor je Amit amader songe jete parbe kina? Ami Amit ke chithee liklam je amra sobaye mile Digha jachee aar amra jabar pothe take nijeder garee te tule nebo kina?

Amit nijer bbar kach theke permission niye amader janalo je amader songe jabe. Ami bhabhte lahlam je Amit ki kore amader garee te jabe, karon amader garee choto garee. Jak amader jabar din ese gelo aar mara sobayee mile garee kore age Kharagpure Amitr hostele gelam. Amit nijer jamakapor guchiye toyree chilo. Amara amader gareete kono rakom kore bose Digha dike jete thaklam. Amit samner site amar aar driverer majhkhane bose chilo. Ami majhe majhe Amitr songe thatta hansee korchilam. Ekbar ami Amit ke aste kore jigesh korlam, “Oee lok ta, mane driverta, gear change kortay giye aaar kitcchhoo tey haat diyedebay to?” Ami jakhon Amit kothata prathom bar jigesh korlam to Amit choke gelo aar tar por muchkee hansee hense bollo, “Aaar ammar ki hobey?” Ami abar theke Amitke bollam, “Tor ki? Oi lok ta bhabbey jey o, gear change korechhey. Are ki?” Jatobar driver gear change korchilo, ami Amitr dike takiye muchkee hanschilam aar chupichupi bolchilam, “Ki. Rey. Dhorey naye nee to?” Ekbar Amit amar lkotha sune bollo, “Jodi atoee bhoyer pabaar hoye, to tui bachieye raakh.” Amio songe songe bollam, “Theek aachey. Ami tai korbo.”

Tarpor praye dash minute obdi ek abr ki dubar ami amar hathta niye Amitr dhoner oopore raklam jeno ami oor chon take alto kore banchiye achee. Er por ami bollam, “Daaakh. Amaar bhaier jinish ta kay aami bachieye rakhcchhi. Tor girl friender jonney.” Amar kotha sune Amit khoob aprastute hoe gelo aar bollo, “kee hocchhey ta kee? Oi lokta dekhchhey.” Ek bar jakhon garee ta ekta turne chilo, Amit ptaye praye driverer ghare giye porchilo ta dekhe ami Amit ke jegesh korlam, “Tti ki driverer uporey dholey podbee nakee. Jaani na baba. Tor ki ichhey?” Amit songe songe amake jigesh korlo, “taaholey kee dhoree bol?” Ami uttar dilam, “amaar kandhey haat diye raakh.” Amit tayee korlo. Amar kandhe hath rakhar songe songe tar angul gulo amar maee ke bar bar chunchilo.

Dhire dhire amara Gigha dike agute laglam. Ami aar Amit sudju khoob bhalo bandhuee noye amader modhey physical relation tao barchilo. Erpor amra Digha pauche gelam, amra taratari kore amader mal patragula garee theke nabiye nilam. Amra sobayee ek ek kore bathroome gelam aar tar sabayee mile samudra deeke chutlam. Amar maa pichon theke bollen, “joley tumi beshi jeyo na. Bujhey chho?” Beache giye, Amit aar amar bhaira nijer nijer pant jama khule phello aar swimming custume pore nilo. Amara beache giye dekhlam je dheu besh baro baro. Ami amr chotee khule nijer hathe niye saree ta ektu (praye 6”) unchuu kore jole paa diye daralam. Mitu aar amar bhaira jole bhetor giye khoob snan korchilo. Khanikhon pore sodhe hoe gelo. Maa amader bolte laglen, “tomra beriey asho.” Mitu aar bhaira jol theke uthe elo aar nijeder sukno kapor tule hoteler deke cholte laglo. Amar sareer neeche anekkhani bhije giye chilo.

Hotele pauche bhaira aar Amit nijer nijer bhije jama kapor khule paijama aar panjabi porlo aar ami saree blouse khule maxi pore nilam. Baro dada baire giye amader janno kichu khabar kine ante gelen. Dada phire elke amra sabai mile kechu kechu khe nilam. Ami aar Amit khabar por bose adda marchilam aar baro dada amader dekhe bollen, “aaee era sarakhon dhore phis phis kore kotha bolche ki kotha thake eder kache?” Ami hense bollam, “tomaar to kono bondhui nei. Aaami amaar bhaier shatthey golpo korchi. Taatey tomaar ki?” Ebar rat hoe gelo aar sobaee sue prar tara dilo. Ami Amit ke niye amar masharir bhetore dhuke porlam aar abar theke adda marte suru lorlam. Ami bhabhchilam je aaj ratre Amitr sada bhalocheler moto katha bola aar komse komamar songe khubee bhalo cheler byabhahar ta khatam korte hobe. Eijonno ami ebar Amit ke bollam, “Eai rey Mitu, toor shorts ta eirokom phuley chhilo kanoe?” Amit shabhabik bhabhe bollo, “Ki bolchhish tui na?” Edike amar navi neeche theke shru kore amar komar parjonto aste aste mithee mithee baitha korte shuru korchilo. Ami bhabhchilam eta keno hochhe. Amar dupair majhe khub chat chate bhab chilo. Amar guder dui paprir majhkhan theke halka halka ras gariye gariye porchilo.

Ami amader katha barta aro agiye niye jaoar janno Amit ke hisphis kore bollam, “torta ki khada hoey gachilo?” Amito aste kore bollo, “haan ta ki korbo bol?” “Keechu na!!” Jato somay par hochiloo amar du paer majhkhan ta besh garam hoe giye theke theke ras gariye gariye porchilo aar amar panty bhigiue dichillo. Ami aar thakte na pere Amit ke jigesh korlam, “Amit bolto tue kirakom kore tor meye bodhu ke chumu kheye chilee?” Amit bollo, “ami ki rakon kore toke bolbo?” “Okay. Theek aacchey. Amaakey chumu kheye dakha.” Amit ektu bhabachaka khe gelo tobe songe songe amar gale aste kore chumu khelo. Ami songe songe Minty ke bollam, “baaas. Eita tore chumu?” Edike amar payer majhkahane ptaye agum lege gechilo aar ami dekhte parchilam je Amitr short tao besh unchu hoi giechilo. Ami aar parchilam na. Ami Amit ke bollam, “thhhaam. Tokay aami dakhachhi. Chumu khawa jineesh ta ki.” Ami Mitur gale o thonte bhalo kore chumu khelam aar bollam, “kee ray. Moja ailoe?”

Ebar bodhhoye Amitr aswastee ta bhenge giyechilo aar o amake jariye dhore bhalo kore amar gale, chokher patay, thonte chumu khelo. Chumu khaowar par o amake jigesh korlo, “aita kirokom holoe?” Ami Mitur gayer jor ta anubhav kore khub khushi holam aar amar payer majhkahe chat chatani ta aro bere gelo. Amar panty ta praye praye bhije giyechilo. Kintu ei hotel gharer modhee kichu karar chilo na, khali nijer agune nijeke porano chara aar gota katok chumu khaoa. Ami abar Amit ke bollam, “aaar ektoo joray chumu khetey hobay. Chhedey dish na. Aaroe chumu kha.” Amit amar gale, nake, chokher pataye, thonte chumur ajsoro chumu khelo. Amit nijer shakishali hath diye amake joriye dhore nijer oopr tene ene amake khoob kore chumu khelo. Ami amader khela take aro agubar janno Amit ke bollam, “tor jeeb ta amaar mukher modhhey dieye de.”

Amit khoob taratari amar kotha guno bujhe nichhilo. Se jhat kore amar mukher moddhe nijer jeev ta dhukie dilo. Ami bujhte parchilam je tar mujh theke or mujher ras amar mujhe dhukche aar ami pagol hoe jaachilam. Ami bujhte parchilam na je keno Amit amar moner kotha bujhte parchilo na. Amit jadee ekbar bolto to ami hotel ghorete amar koumarz Amit ke diye ditam. Kintu ekhono khoob bhalo manush seje chilo. Ami bujhte parchilam je amkei aro rgote hobe. Jakhon Amit amake chumu chumu te bhoriye dichhilo takhon ami amar hath ta aste kore ageye niye geye Amit panter opopr diye or bara ta chuye dekhlam. Amitr bara ta besh bhalo bhabhe khara hoe giye chilo. Jakhon Amit ektu sans nebar janno chumu khaoa bandho korlo, ami take jiggesh korlam, “tor baada ta toe akyebarey khadaa hoeye aachey.” Amit aste kore bollo, “ki kori bol. Khaadai thakbey. Eitakaay boshabaar jonnie jaa kortay hobay ta to kara jaye naa.” Ami bhabhlam je aro ektu Mitur songe dustumi kara jak aar Amit ke bujhte hobe je ami ki chaee. Tai ami Amit ke bollam, “tui neejer didi kay chumu khacchheesh and tor baada khadaa hoye jaachchey.” Amit kichi bollo na. Ami abar bollam, “tui neejer didi bhebey ammakay aador kor. Aaaro aaador kor.” Se amake aro chumu khelo. Kinto Amit chumu khabar age egulo na. Ami chaichilam je o amar mai, pacha ba amat gud niye kom se kam maxir opor theke khela karuk. Ami phisphis kore Mitu ke bollam, “tui amaar maaiye chumu khaabi na?” Amit aste kore bollo, “joto tuku exposed aachey shekhanei chumu khabo.” Amitr katha sune ami khoob ahoto holam aar Amit ke bolam, “dekh ptaye sakal charte bajche, chal amra ghumiye pori.”

Khanikhon modheyee Amit ghumiye porlo. Amar kintu ekebare ghum elo na, mathaye amar khali ghurche je ekjon purush manusher dhon ki kakom hoi dekhte hobe. Bachhder noi, ekjon purush manusher. Ami aste kore amar kunoye bhor diye ektu uthlam, charidik dekhlam aar tar por Amitr payjamar nara ta khule diye tar underwearer elastic to komor theke nabiye dilam aar Amitr dhon ta hathe kore niye underwearer baire analam. Ami khanikhon Amitr adha khara hoa dhon dike takiye roilam aar tar por nijer mukhta nabiye ami Amitr bara te aste kore chumu khelam. Ami jakhon Minrur barae chumu khai tokhon amar nake tar barar thke ekta ugra gondho amar nake pelam. Amitr bara ta diye chatchate ras bar hochillo. Ami amar jeev bar kore Minrur barar theke beruno ras ta ke aste kore chete nilam. Amar matahye takon aro egobar janna chunk chunk korchilo. Kintu kichu karar neyee bole amio ghumiye porlam.

Pardin sakal bela abar seyee bandha dhara gat. Sakal bela sabai snan kore jalkhabar khelo. Ami snan korte gelam. Bathroom giye ami amake bhalo bhabhe dekhlam. Ami dekhlam je amar mai besh phulo phulo mone hochhe, maier bonta gulo besh sakhto aar kalche kalche lagche. Amar gudtao besh phola phola laggche aar tar char dike kal ratreete beruno ras gulo sukiye sgada shada papree jome ache aar char char korche. Ami jakhon snan korbar someye amar gaye aar gude saban lagachillam takhon dekhlam je amar guder konta besh sakhto aar khoob ton ton korche. Guder konta te hath chonale sara ga ki karok shir shir kore uthchilo. Ami bujhte aprchilam je amar sharir ekhon chda khabar janno atur. Amitr amar sara sharire agun lagye diyeche aar akhon aamr Amitr kach theke choda na khawa abdi shnati neyee. Amar ekhon Amit ke chayee chayee. Tar bara nijer gude na dokkhano parjanto aamr shanty hobe na. Jak ami snan kore bathroom theke bariye elam. Amit sakal bela abr ekta short porlo aar tar oper ekta paijama aar opore ekta T-shirt porlo. Amar dada aar bhaira samudrate snan korbe bole swincutum porlo. Ami ekta sutee saree pat bhenge porlam.

Amara sobai taratari kore samudrer dhare pauche gelam. Aar jal niye khelte laglam. Maa pechen theke majhe majhe sabdhan korchilen. Ami amar saritake praye nijer hantoo abdi tule niye chilam. Jakhon samudrer dheu aschilo takhon ami Amit ke jorkore dhrchilam jate ami pore na jayee. Ayee dhara dhori te amader ga khoob kore ragrachillo. Kakhono kakhono Amitr hat ta amar mai te ragar khachillo. Jakhan jakhan Amitr hath amat mai te raga khachillo aamr sara ga diye jeno current boye jachillo aar mar gudta katkatiye jachillo. Ekbar ami paa pichle pore jachillam takhon Amit amake nijer hath diye sakto kore dhore niyechilo aar ami takhon bujhte parchilam je Amitr gaye kato saktee aar bhabchillam je kakhon Amit amake nijer sakto hath diye dhorbe amake chumu khabe amake nengto kore amake chudbe. Sabar snan hoe gele sabai jal theke uthe porlo aar mara lunch korar jonno Hoteler dike jete thaklam. Hotele jabar someye ami ekta chemister dokane giye ekta face cream, ek packet sanitary pad, ekta anti septic cream o char chota ultra thin condom kinlam. Sanitary kinlam jate amar mone kone sandheo na thake. Ami kono risk nite chaichilam na, Jadi hatat Amit amake dhore niye choda chudi shuru lore deye sai janno ami condom gulo kinlam. Ami chaichilam intu amake chuduk tobe tate pet phense jak ta chaichilam na, Luncher pore amara abar samudrar dhare gelam. Ami Amit ke jigesh korlam, “samudro te snan korte ki rakom lage. Ma amon bhave bolchilo je amar icheche thakleo ami samudra te snan korte parlam na.” Amit khub chalak chele, se songe songe bollo, “tumi jole pore jao. Are baba je keu jakan takan paa slip lore porte pare, theek kina?”

Ami bhavlam je amake jole porte hobe, tate amar puro kapor chopor bhije jabe aar ami takhon hotel phire nijer jama kapor change korbo aar hotele jabar samoye ami Amit ke amar songe niye jabo. Takhon ami Amit ke diye nijer sharirer jala metate parbo. Amar mathaye er theke bhalo kono upaye aschilo na aar eo bujhte parchilam je amake bhijte sondher age hobe. Jakhon maa aar amar dada aar bhaira sob samudrer dhare chilo takhon ami ektu ektu kore jole bhitor jachillam. Jakhon jal ptaye amar payer gocha obdi takhon jeye ekta dheu elo ami jhap kore jalo bose porlam.

Amar maa amake pore jete dekhe hai hai kore uthlen aar Amit taratari kore amake tulte chute elo. Amit amake hath dhore tene tillo aar ami abar nijer paye danriye gelam. Amar sob jama kapor bhije chap chap korchilo aar amar sari o blouse amar gaye chipke giye chilo. Ami bujhte parchilam je amake khoob sexy dekhachhe. Maa amake khanikhon dhore boklo tarpor bollo, “jao hotele giye taratari kore jama kapor sab change kore eso.” Ami aste kore make bollam, “theek ache aar ami Mimtu ke amar songe hotel obdi niye jachii.” Maa takhon Mimtu ke bollo, “theek ache, Amit jao tomar boner songe ektu hotele jao, aar Khukhu aar tomake samudrer dhare aste hobe na.” Amio mone mone eiitaee chai chillam.

Ami aar Amit hotele phire phire elam. Jakhon hotele kache elam takhon ami char dike niye Mituke bolla, “jerok kore tue tor meye bandhu ke kole tule niye jash amkei serakom tule niye chol.” Amit amar kotha sune amake nijer do hate tule nilo aar amar bedrrome niye dhuklo tarpor amake bichanate shuie dilo. Ami Amit ke bedroomer dorja bando korte bollam aar Mitu amar kotha sune bedroomer dorja bado kore dilo. Ami takhon uthe amar sari, blouse, saya aar ekta bra bar korlam. Mitu bollo, “ami baire jachee, tumi jama kapor chere nao.” Ami taratari bollam, “na, na tar dorkar neyee. Tue ekhane thakte amar kono asubide neyee. Aar amar kono secret neyee. Jaa sab meyer thake amaro tayee ache.” Ei bole ami amar bhije sari take khule phellam. Tarpor ami amar blouser aar brar hook guno khule phele Amitr dike pechan kore blouse aar bra khule phelaam. Ami bujhte parchilam je Amit chokh baro baro kore make dekhche. Ami Amit ke jigesh korlam, “Kire amar khola peeth dekhe ki mone hochhe? Khoob sexy na?” Amit bollo, “khoob bhalo lagche aar tomar bra diye peethe ekta dag hoe geche.” Ami amar sayata niye amar matha diye galiye niye dant diye dhorlam aar bheje sayar nara ta khule dilam. Bhije saya ta pa beye neche giye porlo. Ami bhavchilam je Amit ebar amar samne ese amar saya ta dhore neeche phele debe aar make nengto kore dekhbe. Kintu Amit ta korlo na, se dibbee bhalo cheler moto kore chup kore bose royelo. Ami taratari sayar nara bedhe nilam. Amit amar bhije blouse aar bra ta niye shunte laglo aar bollo, “khoob sundar gandho.” Ami jiggesh korlam, “tue ekhono kono meyer gayer gandho shunkisnee?” Amit matha narlo aar ami jigesh korlam, “shunkbee” Amit abar matha nere bollo haan.

Ami ebar Amitr dike much kore dariye chilam aar dekhte pelam je Amitr bara besh bhabhe khara hoe ache. Ami Amit ke jish korlam “kee rey. Ota abaar khada hoye gachhey naaki? Bon kay dekhey?” Amit khoob lajja pelo aar kichu bollo na. Ami abar bollam, “tui jodi akta mayekey shunktay chaash, ami tokay shuktey deboy aaj rateeray. Aei blouse ta chhhad. Akto janto mey eke shukay dakh.” Amit bollo, “tai naa kee? Aasto meye kay shoka jabey?” Ami muchki hense matha narlam. Amit jiggesh korlo, “tui kono beta cheley kay shunkay chhish?” Ami bollam, “haan buse te koto chelera thake aar tader gaye ghamer ki pacha pocha gandho, kintu ami ta chaina.” Tar amra hotele te theke gelam. Amit amake khoob kore jariye chumu khelo aar amio Amit ke chmu khelam.

Ratree holo aar abar amra masharer bhetere bose gappo korte thaklam. Rat 1.00 baja obdee amara khub kore chumu khawa khaee korlam tarpor ami bhavlam je ebar Amit ke amar opor ta khule dekhate hobe. Ami chaichilam je Amit antoto amar mai guno chokh diye aar hath diye dekhuk, aar ote kom se kom chumu kahk. Ami Amit ke bollam, “shunkbee?” Amit bollo “haan.” Amit tar amar sara sharita ke kukuker moto kore shunklo tabe amar gud take banchiye. Jakhon Amitr much amar guder jakche chilo ami aste kore amar komor ta tule dilam jate Amit amar guder gandho ta paye. Jakhon Mimtu amar sharir ta shunkchlo takhon Amitr kunoi amar mathaye lege gelo, o tara tari uthe amar mathaye chumu khelo. Amio Amit ke chumu khelam. Dhire dhire amader chumu khaota besh chepe chepe hochillo. Jakhon Amit amar mukhe, golae chumu khachlo ami takhon phisphis kore jigesh korlam, “amaar maaeeye chumu khabie na?” Amit aste kore bollo, “jaa tui khola rakhchchish, shekhanei chumu khaabo.” “Taar maney tor girl friend kay nijei nangto hotay hobey na ki?” Erpor jakhom amader chum khaota ektu ruklo takhon ami Amit ke jigesh korlam, “tui tor girl friender mai tipeesh ni?” Amit matha narlo. Ami bollam, “shey ki ray. O to nishchoi bhabchey jey tui akta gobyate.” Ami bhavte laglam je Amit ke diye amar mai guno ki kore chosano jak. Ami Amit ke bollam, “ne amaar maxi to khulay nay. Maii tey haat diye dakh kirokom laagey.” Ayee bole ami amr maxir botam guno khule maxi ta ke khule phelam aar braer hoockkhule bra ta keo khule phellam.

Tarpor ami Amitr hath ta dhore nijer mai te lagiye dilam. Mitu aste kore amar mai te hath bolate lagla. Jakhon Amit amar khola mai te hath bollachillo aamr sara gaye kanta dichillo. Khanikhan pore Amit bollo, “keee jineesh, Oooooh! Ki shundor. Aar creamy. Oooooh!” Ami dekhte parchilam je amar maite hath bolate bolate Amitr komor tao aste aste dulche. Hatat Amit amake jariye shuiee dilo aar amar khola mai gulote khoob lore chumu khelo, chatlo aar tar por maier bota gulo chuste laglo. Amit amar ekta maier bota chuschilo aar anno hath diye anno mai ta ke tipchilo. Amar eto such holo je amar gud jal chere dilo. Jakhon amar guder jal khasar janno amar sharir ta kempe uthlo, Mitu jigesh korlo, “lagche naki?” Aami bollam, “naa, khuub bhalo lagche.” Kichukhom mai tepbar por ami Amit ke jigesh korlam, “Ki korkom lagche?” Amit bollo. “Ohh! Khoob bhalo lagche.” Kichukhon pore Amit jigesh korlo, “kal ratree te tumi ki amr paijama khule chile?” Ami bollam, “haan, Aami akta purush manusher khada baada dekhtey chaichilam.” Amit bollo, “tumi khoob dushtu, haan ki na?” Ami bollam, “ami tor barate chumuo khechilam.” “Se ki, ota nogra no?” “Naa, aamr tor barar gando takhoob bhalo lagchilo.”

Ami abar Amit ke joriye dhorlam aar bollam, “tokay amaar guud ekdeen dakhabo. Theek acchey? Shodh Bodh hoye galo.” Tar por amar ek dujon ke chumu kheye chup chap ghumiye porlam. Por din sakal bela ami amar maa ke bollam, “ami ajke jole dike jabo na aar ami ektu aspas jhau bone ghure dekhte cahi. Aar ami amar songe Amit ke niye jete chaee.” Maa rajee hoe gelo.

Ami aar Amit jalkhabar por jhau bone ghurte gelam. Jai amra jhau bone dhuklam, ami Amit ke bollam, “eikhane tui joto joray chumu khetey chash, kheye nay. Aaami eikhane eshe amader golpo korar bondobosto korechchi.” Amit amar kotha sune amake jariye dhorlo aar amar mujhe golaye khuuub kore chumu khelo aar tar por bollo, “tokay aami nangto koray shunkbo.” Ami Amit ke bollam, “aste aste.. Amake puro nengto koris na. Kakhono keu aste pare. Tue amar blouse khule niye amar mai niye khela kor.” Amit amar kotha mota amar blouse khule amar mai gulo ke niye chatkalo, tiplo, chatlo aar chuslo. Kichukhon por jakhon amra bali sue sue chumu khachilam, Amit amake jigesh korlo, “meyeder khushee korte hole ki ki korte hoe?” Ami bollam je ami jani je ami ki chai. Amit jigesh korlo, “bolo ki korle tumi khushee hobe?” Ami Amit ke chumu khete khete bollam, “amakey jor koray dhoray chumu kheye, mai tepey jodi keu ador koray taholey khoob bhaloe laagbey.” Amar kotha sune Amit amake joriye dhore bali te gethe phello aar amar chokhe, mukhe, golaye aar mai te chumu khte laglo. Kichukhon por Amit amar opor uthe elo. Amit amar opor aste ami neech theke komor tola dite thaklam jeno ami Amit ke amar opor theke sarate cahi. Amit amake joriye niye amar paa phank korar chesta korta laglo, kintu parlo na ama sarir janoo.

Amit amake jotiye niye nijer komor diye amar guder opor amon bhabhe chap dite thaklo, jeno Amit amake chudche. Ami Amitr khara bara ta amar guder opor dhore rakhar janno ami amar sari ta uthiye duee pa diye Amitr komor ta chepe dorlam. Amar gud khub jor bhabhe jal khasalo aar ami chechiye uthlam, “aaaah! Ooooh. Aaaaeeee. Ma. Ma. Khub bhalo lagche. Joray thukay jaa.” Kichukhon amake Amit dhore rakhlo aar ami guder jal khasanor anando ta upbhog korte laglam. Tar por Amit ke bollam, “aaamr gud akbar jal khasiye diyeche.” Amit ta sune chup kore thaklo. Ami Amit ke jigesh korlam, “ami ki tor hishi taa kay ektu relax koriye dee?” “Maaney?” “Tokay aami kheechey debo.” Amit matha nere na bollo aar bollo, “ami kheechi na.” Etokhone ghari dekhe bujhlam je besh deri hoe geche, tai amra taratari nijeder jamakapor thik kore hoteler dike hante laglam. Seii ratree te amar chup chap shue chilam. Amit aar ami khanikhon galpo kore ekjon anna jon ke chumu khelam. Ami khaikjan pore Amit ke bollam, “chal amra 69 positione te shoee jai. Tui amaar guud ta kay shukay daakh. Aami tor bada ta kay shukay dekhchchi.” Ami Amitr paijama opor theke tar khara bara ta dhore narchilam aar shunk chilam aar Amit amar due par majhe nijer nak much dhukiye amar gud shunk chilo.

Ami dhire dhire amar paroner maxi aar saya ta tule amar komor porjonto nangto hoe gelam. Ebar Amitr chokher samne amar bal bhara gud ta chilo. Ami Amit ke bollam, “jaa ichchaa kor aita key niye.” Amit aste kore amar guder bal gulo niye khela korlo aar tarpor amar gud ta ke do angul diye khule nilo aar amake bollo, “paa phaak kor. Amakey tor phank kora gud dekhtey dey.” Ami amon dekhalam je amar ichcha neye aar ami amar paa jato kahni hoe tato khani phank kore dhorlam. Amit amar guder opor nijer nak rekhe khoob kore koek bar jore jore sunghlo aar bollo, “aah. Bhalo gondho.” Mitu amar gude chumu khelo tobe o bujhte parchilo na guder kont ta kothaye. Amit amar gud ta jore jore chatchilo aar je phuto diye hisi hoe okhane nijer jeev diye chap dichhilo. Amit amake jiggesh korlo, “eita Kee? Eikhan thekay tui hishi korish.” Ami anador janno gungeye bollan, “haan.”

Jakhon Amit amar gud chatchilo, ami Amitr paijama ta khule tar underwear ta tene tar komor theke nabiye dilam. Underwear nababar songe songe Amitr khara bara ta spring motan chitke beriye ese khara hoe jhulte laglo. Ami bujhte parchilam je Amitr khara bara amar gude dokhar janno khara hoe geche. Amara jantam je eei hoteler ghore ekhon chod chudi hote pare na. Ami tai Mimtur bara take hathe chumu khelam aar ektu chuslam tar por otake kheenchte laglam. Amit amake thamiye dilo aar bollo, “ami bara kheechee na. Aami tokey akdeen chudbo.” Ami janchilam je Amit amake koske chodar janno tayree hoe geche. Amit ekhon chaichilo je o amake dhore nengto kore kose chudbe, tai ami Amit ke aste kore bollam, “lokhee sona. Eikhaney amar gud chudish na. Aami tokey chudtey debo. Eikhaney naa. Ammader jete hobey.” Amit lakhee cheler mato amar katha sune mene nilo. Amit takhon amar gude khoob kore chumu khelo aar amar gude nijer angul dhukiye khanokhon narlo tar por amake uthe boste bollo. Amake dekhiye dekhiye Amitr nijer angul chatlo aar bollo, “tor guud ta besh mishtee.” Amra amder kapor chopr theek kore abar mukomukee sue porlam. Amit amake jigesh korlo, “jokhon bada ta guder modhey jaye tokhon ki meyeder baytha hoye?” “Na. Khoob bhalo laagey. Amadero gud theke jal khase.” Amit pher jigesh korlo, “tui kobay chudabee?” “Tokay kalkay chudbo. Lokhi sona amar. Aami jaani tor koshto hocchhey. Ki kori bol?” Amit chup kre thaklo aar khanikhon pore amra ghumiye porlam.

Porer din sakal belay ami maa ke bollam, “maa ajke amder Digha te shesh din aar amio khoob thake gechee. Aajke aami aar samudrar dhare jabo na. Ami Hoteler ghorete ektu aaram korbo aar Amit songe add debo.” Maa raji hoe gelo aar bollo, “aajke sabai mile ghurte jabo aar praye sondhe belate hotele phirbo. Ghore khabar ache aar jadi kothao jao to tomra chabi hoteler countere diye diyo.” Praye 11.00 obdi sabai samudror dhare berate chole gelo. Amar ar Amitr snan hoe giyechilo. Ami takhon Mimtu ke bollam, “aajkey tui amakey koto bhalo bashish janieye dey.” Amara palonger dhare bose galpo korte laglam aar majhe majhe chumur adam pradan karchilam. Kakhono kakhono Amit kaporer opor theke amar guder opor hath chalachilo aar amio Amitr barar opor hath marchilam. Amit khanik pore uthe gharer sab parda guno tene dilo aar sab darja gulo check kore amake bollo, “Khukumoni tokey aajkey ekhunee aami chudbo. Tui jayee bol, aajkey aami tokey chudbo.” Ami bollam, “amakey jor koray jaa korar tai koray nay.” Amit bollo, “Mane?” Ami bollam, “amakey mar dhor kor, haat pa bendhay dey. Jor jobordosti koray nangto koray chudey dey. Aami tokay thamabar cheshta korlayo tui amakey chudey dey. Kintu tui bhalokoray chudey dey.” Amit ke aar kichu bojhate holo na. Amit amake hath dhore palong theke uthiye danr koriye dilo aar aamke mukhe golay chokhe nake chumu khete laglo aar amar pacha guno chepe dhorte laglo. Ami Amit ke chumu khete laglam. Hmmmm. Mhhhh. Mmmmmmmmm. Amit amar sarir anchol sariye diye amar komor dhore amake nijer dike tanlo aar amar mai gulo te nijer mukh ghoste laglo.

Amit amake palong abar theke basiye dilo. Jakhon ami palonge bose gelam, Mimtu amar samne due hantoor opor bose amar paa duto ke palonger opor yule dilo. Amit tar por amar opor ange nijer much ghoste laglo aar mai te chumu khete laglo. Ami guder jalaye aar anandote kampchilam aar bhabhchilam je kakhon Amit amake sampurno bhabhe nengto kore amar sharirta niye khelbe aar amar gude nijer bara dhukiye amar satichad ta phatabe. Amit amar komor jariye dhore amar blouser hoock khulte laglo. Blouser hoock tight chilo bole khulchilo na. Amit hechka tane amar blouser sab kata hoock chinre dilo. Amo jor golaye bollam, “kee hochchey ta kee?” Amit bollo, “haramjadi. Chup kor.” Amit amar ga theke blouse khule phele dilo aar tar por bra opor theke amar mai te chumu khete laglo. Mai te chumu khete khete Amit amar braer hoock khulbar chesta korte lagl. Ami amr hathta pechene niye giye braer hoock ta khule dilam. Amit ebar amar bra ta amr mai theke khule niye phele dilo aar amar mai guno ke chatkae laglo aar chumu khete laglo.

Dhire dhire Amit amar mai theke neecher dike chumu khete laglo. Amitr much amar komar, sarir bandhoner, kache gelo. Amit amake komore chumu khachilo aar hath diye amar mai gulo khoob kore chatka chillo. Amit er par sarir opor theke amar guder opor chumu khete laglo. Amar paa duto palonger dhare chilo aar ami palong opor sue chilam bole Amit amar guder opor besh koekbar chumu khelo. Tr por Amit amar paa duto phank korte lahlo. Ami, je rakom kore meyera bole, seye rakom kore bollam, “kee hochey ta kee. Naaa. Ammmar hishi jaygaye haath deesh na.” Amit amar kotha sunlo na aat amar paaer niche hath diye bollo, “tor paa duto amar kandhey raakh. Tor hishi jayga taa ami khabo.” Ami badha debar chesta korlam. Amit amar sari aar saya ta tule jor kore amar paa duto nijer kandhe rekhe nilo. Tarpor Amit amar hath duto alto kore dhore amar thigher bhetor dike chatte laglo. Ami anandoe bihovr hoe bolchilam, “hmmmmmm. Hmmmmmmmm. Aaaaah Koreesh na. Please. Koreesh naa.”

Ami palonger opoer nijer sharir take ekabenka korchilam aar Amit dhire dhire amar thigh theke aste aste amar guder dike chumu khete khete agochilo. Amit amar hath gulo jor kore dhore ja ichche hochilo tai korchilo. Ekbar o amar ekta hath chere diye amar ekta mai tipte shuru korlo aar ami Amitr mathaye hath diye tar chule hath bolate laglam. Khoob taratari Amit chumu khete khete amar gud obdee paunche gelo. Amit takhon amar guder opor aste kore alto kore chumu khete lahlo. Ami bole uthlam, “aaah Oooooh. O Maaa. Please amakey bhalo koray shuiye jaa korar kor.” Amit amar kothaye kan na diye amake hath dhore dnar karalo aar amar komor thele amar sari khule nilo aar tar par amar sayar narar gero ta ljule dilo. Syata jeyee komar theke paa be niche porlo, Amit jhunke saya ta tule dure phele dilo. Ebar ami Amitr samne ekdon nengto hoe gelam. Tar par Amit nijer shirt ta khule phello. Jakhon Amit nijer shirt ta khul chilo ami Mntur panter hoock ta khule dilam aar panter zip takeo tene nabiye dilam. Amitr pant khule pore gelo. Tar ami Amitr umderwear takeo tene komor theke nabiye dilam aar tar khara bara ta nijer hathe dhore nilam.

Eibar ami aar Amit ek dijoner samne ekdon nengto hoe chilam. Amitr bara ta khara hoe dul chilo aar amar gud theke ras ber hoe hoe jhoob rasiye giechilo. Amit amar guder bal niye khela korte shuru kore chilo aar ami Amitr bara niye khela lorchilam. Ami Amitr bara ta dhore nijer dike tene bollam, “amar paa duto key tulay dhor. Aami tor baada ta kay ammar guder photor bhitorey chalatey chai.” Amit amake tule dhorlo aar ami barata dhore nijer guder phuto tate opor neeche kore ghaste laglam. Amit anandor janno hisiye uthlo. Amio choda khabar anonde bollam, “hnnnnnn. Ooooo Ma. Oooooh. Aaro ekto koro amakey.” Amit amake nabiye bichana te shueye dilo. Amit palong opor uthe amar due paaer majhe ese nijeke thik kore dhorlo. Amar paa duto tule amake boolo, “tui neejer haath diye guder phuto ta ke phak kor.” Amit amar pacha ta tule dhorlo aar nijer hath diye barata dhore amar guder opor ghoste laglo. Ami bujhte parlam je Amit jane na je guder konta ta konkhane hocchhe. Ami Amit ke ruke bollam, “aii jayega taa tui chat and angul diye khail.” Amit amar kotha bujhte pere amar paa duto aro phank kare dilo aar nujer mujh ta amar guder niye ese guder konta te chumu khete laglo. Khanikhon por Amit amar konter opoer theke dhakna sariye jeev diye amar konta ta chatte laglo aar chuste laglo. Amar much diye gonganee beriye elo, “Oooooh. Aaaah. Oh Maaa. Aeeee.” Koik minuter bhetore ami bole uthlam, “Aamar guder jal khashbe. Asche…….ascheee…….aaaa. Oooooh. Aeeeee.” Amit aro jore jore konta ta chuste laglo. Ami aabr bollam. “aaaaaaaa aabar aamr guer jal jhasbe, char chat bhalo kore chat, chete chee pharsa kore de amar gudta, ascheeeeeeeeee ascheeeeeee Ohhhhhhhh Ohhhhhh Ahhhhhh, dey dey aro jore jore chete deye pleaseeeeeeeeeee.” Khanikkhon pore amar gud abar jal charlo. Amar shara sharir ghame bhige giyichilo aar Amitr bara ta khara hoe lafa lafi korchilo. Khanikhon bisram nebar ami Amit ke bollam, “Amit. Oee aalnar uporer thekay akta saree diye ammar paa duto phaak koray bendhay dey aar taar por amakey neye. Amar gud tor khar bara diye chude chude phata.”

Amit taratari alnar theke sari diye amar paa duto phank kore bedndhe dilo aar tar por amar kache uthe elo. Ami Amit ke bollam, “amakey tor bada ta kay chushtey dey. Aar tui amar gud ta kay kheye nay.” Amit songe songe amar mukher opor nijer bara ta rekhe amar guder opor jhapiye porlo. Amit jeev diye amar gud ta chatte shuru kore dilo aar amio Amitr bara ta mukhe niye chuste shuru kore dilam. Amit amar guder bhetor jatojaye jeev dhukiye amar guder ras chetepute jhachillo aar amio Amitr bara jato amar mujhe dhoke dhukiye chat chilam aar chuschilam. Amit theke theke nijer komor tola diye barata diye amar much chudchilo. Khoob taratari Amitr bara amar mukhe lafate laglo. Ami bujhte parlam je ebar Amitr bara mal dhalbe. Ami ruke gelam aar bollam, “please, aami aar parchchee naa. Aamar gud ta phetey jacchey. Ebar ammakay joray chuday day.” Amit jhat kore gelo aar bara ta amar gude dhokate chesta korte laglo. Pratham bar jeyee barata gude dhokate laglo, ani chechiyee uthlam, “O Maa. Bheeshon laagchey. Thaam. Thaam.” Amit abar bara gude dhokabar chesta korlo. Koikbar chesta korlo kintu taratari dhokate parchilo na. Amit aar nijeke rukhte parchilo na aar ami o chodabar janno asthir hoe porchilam. Amra dujaniye khoob garam hoe giyechilam aar chaichlam je jato taratari pari choda chudi korte. Amar satichad ta besh sakhto chilo kechutayee phat chiona. Amit hatat ruke gelo aar bollom “tokay angul diye agey chudtey hobay. Tor seal ta bhangtey hobay.” Ebar Amit amar gudta te chumu kheye angul diye amar guder charpase ghorate laglo. Ekbar Amit bollo, “Ei nay,” aar jor kore ek jhatkate nijer hather najher angulta amar gude dhukiye dilo. Ami bethaye kunkre gelam aar chebcheye bollam, “aaa Maa. Oooooh. Maa. Bhison babhe laaglo.”

Ek gud seal bhangar por amar du minute shato kore shue railam. Ami bujhte parlam je ja hobar ta hoe geche ebar gur chodonr anado upobhog korar somay ese geche. Amit khankkon pore nijer ek hather angule diye amar guder phuta take khule dhorlo aar ann hather angul diye amar gud chudte laglo. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Ami bollam, “chudey dey. Amaaye chudey day.” “Aaami aashchi. Amaaaaaaaaaar Gudddddddddd jaaaaaaaaaal chaaaaaaarcheeeeeee. Aaaaa. Ooooh. O Maa.” Amar abar guder jal khoslo. Ami jantam je Amit ebar tar bara diye amar gud chudbe, tai ami Amit ke bollam, “amar pursere thekay condom bar koray niye tor badaye porey nay. Tar por amakey joray chudey dey.” Jakhon Amit amar purse theke condon bar kore lagachillo, ami chudabar janno adhir hoe porchilam aar Amit ke bollam, “chudey dey Amaye chudey day.”

Ami sue sue dekhte parchilam je Amit chodar janno bhison excited aar tar janno condom porte parchena. Ami takhon Amit ke amar kache daklam aar tar barr mukhe condom rekhe condom ta poriye dilam. Amit condom pore amar opor ese shue porlo aar amake chodbar janno prastute holo. Ami nich theke khali bolchiam, “chod amakey chod.” Hatat Amit amar opor theke uthe gelo aar amar paa gulo khule dilo. Abar Amit amar paa duto phank kore amar payer majhkhane ese shulo. Amit nijer bara amar gude dhokar agae amake bollo, “tui thaaper por thaap khabar shomoye ulto gud uthiye chodabie.” Erpor Amit hath kore dhore bara ta amar guder phutor sath lagiye aste dhakka marlo aar or bara ta amar gude 1” mato dhuke gelo. Tar por Amit amar dui mai ke nijer muthote kore dhore ek jhatka marlo aar Amit puro bara ta amar gud char char kore dhuke gelo. Ami khoob baitha pelam aar konkiye uthlam. Amit amar mai te chumu khete khete bollo bash hoe geche sona amar aar lagbe na. Aibar aram kore paa tule choda khao. Jato paro gude bara dhukiye guder phena tolo aar jal khasao.” Amitr hath diye amar mai gulo dhore jore jore tipchilo abar kakhono kaclachilo. Ami choda khete khete neech theke komor tola dite dite bolchilam, “Ooooh Ma!!!! Tor baada ta bheshon bodo. Thaama. Arr chudish naa. Aaami moray jabo.” Amit amar kathaye kan na diye amay gayer jore chud jachillo. Amit bara ta amar gude gayer jore dhokachillo aar abar ek jhatka diye bar korchilo. Amitr choda khete khete ami bhabhchilam je Amit ekta kukurer motam kore chudche. Ami choda khete khete amar komor tulchilam aar chodanor sukhe nite bujhchilam je gud chodanote baitha kom aar maza beshee. Ami komor tola dite dite bolchilam, “ammakey merey phaal. Ooooh. Aaaah Maaa. Oooo Ma Aaaro chod. Jorey chod. Aaaa Ooooo. Phata phata amar gud ta aj bara diye thapiye thapiye phatiye de. Ohhhh kobe theke amar sakh chilo je tor bara ta gude neco, aaj se sakh puro holo. Amit chod chod, nijer boner guder bara dhoka.” Aiee sab katha bolte bolte amar gud abar nijer jal khasalo. “Aaaah Ooooo Maa. Amar guuuuud. Amakay maray phal. Oooooh.” Aro koeta thap mere Amit amar gude bara ta puropuri dhukiye besh kore chepe dhorlo aar nijer barar mal amar gude dhele amar gud bhasiye dilo. Jakhon Amit gude mal dhalchilo takhon Amit bolchilo, “aaah Ooooh. Tokay aami bhalo bashi. Oooh Chod amakay chod.”

Amader choda chudi hoe jabar por amara chup kore khaniknon sue thaklam amader gaa theke gham jhrcholo. Amar pa takhono Mimtur komorer opore charano chilo aar Mitur netiye pora bara takhono amar guder modheye chilo. Amit aste kore amar opor theke amar pase gariye sue porlo. Amara amader prathom choda chudir annadota upobhog korchilam. Amit amake jigesh korlo, “komon chhiloe. Tor maja hoyechey.” Ami bollam, “bhaalo. Khoob bhalo choda khelam tor bara diye.” Amara khinokhon soyar pore ami uthe Amitr bara theke condon ta khule nilam aar dekhlam je condomer bhetore besh khanikta barar maal pore ache. Amitr bara besh khankta maal dhele chilo. Maaler rang sada aar besh gharo. Ami amar ekta abgul diye maal tule nijer mukhe dilam. Maal ta besh nonta nonta. Ami Amit ke bollam, “tor barar mal ta khete khoob bhalo.” Praye dash minute pore ami Amitr bara ta mukhe pure chuste laglam. Amitr bara abar khara hote shuru korlo. Ami takhon barar ganth theke chamra sariye bara ta chuste laglam. Ami Mimtur bichi guno hathe niye dekhchilam aar kato maal ogulote jama ache. Ami Mimtu ke bolam, “tor bichee gulo te kom say kom aro du teen bar chodar motan maal ache, aar amar tor becheer sab malta chaiee.”

Amar ekbar choda kheye mon bhore nee aar Amitro ek bar chide mon bhore nee. Amra arekbar choda chudi korte chaichilam. Ami jato Mitur bara ta chuschilam, Amitr bara tato khara hochiillo. Khanikhon pore Amitr bara abar puro puri bhabhe khara hoe gelo. Ami ei bar Amit ke bollam, “ai baar amakey tokay chudtay day.” Ami abar amar purse theke ekta natun condon bar kore Amitr barataye poriye dilam. Tar por ami Amitr opor chore uthe hathe kore Mitur barata nijer guder mukhe rakhe aste aste Mitur opor bose porlam. Amitr bara ta amar gude anyase dhuke gelo. Ami Amit ke bollam, “amar mai tep. Mai gulo niye khela kor.” Amit du hath diye amar duto mai niye kachlate laglo aar ami Amitr buke nijer duto hath rekhe komor tule tule Amitr opor oth bos korte laglam. Majhe majhe ekadh bar barata amar gud theke beriye aschilo aar setake ami abar hath diye dhore nijer gude pure dichhilam. Eta amader second rounder choda chudi chilo bole amara dujoneyee aaram se chudchilam. Majhe majhe Amit nijer komor tola diye neech theke amar gude thap marchilo. Amitr barata amar guder rose bhije giye sar sar kore dhukchilo aar bar hochilo, theek jeno ekta khosha charano kala mukhe dukhche aar ber hochhe. Amit ghar tule tule nijer barata amar gude dhoka aar beruno dekhchilo. Ami thonte thont chepe Amit ke thapachillam. Khanikhon pore Amit amar duto mai chepe dhore neech theke jore jore thap marte laglo. Praye dash minut pore amar tal pet mochrate laglo aar gud ta tan tan korte laglo. Ami bujhte parlam je ebar amar guder jal khosbe. Ami hissiye Amit ke bollam, “Amit darling. Aami tokay bhalobashi. Tui ammakeyy chod. Amaakay chod. Chudey jaa.” Er par ami Amitr bara ta nijer gude niyee jhap kore Amitr opor bose porlam ar hafate laglam. Amar sara sharir gheme bhije giyechilo.

Ami khanikhon Amitr bara ta nijer gude niyee Amitr opor sue royelame, tar por ami aste kore Amitr pase Amitr buke matha rekhe sue porlam. Khanikhon pore amar dom phire elo. Ami majhe majhe Amitr kapale, buke chumu khachillam. Ami Amit ke jigesh korlam, “Amit. Lokhi shona. Bhaalo choda chudi hoyechey?” Amit bollo, “choda to arombhoi hoyechey. Tui atoe bhalo gud chodash, aami tokay jokhon khushi tokhon chudbo.” Ami takhon Amitr bara theke condom na khule niye tar bhetare dekhlam aar tar por Amit ke bollam, “tore badar ras shesh hoye aashchey naa ki rey?” Ami condom ta aste aste ultiye nijer mukhe Amitr sab ras ta dhele nilam aar sab ras ta gile khe nilam. Puro ras te chete chete kheye niye ami Amit ke bollam, “tor barar ras to khoob bhalo khete aar eta khele meyeder shair shatho ta khoob bhalo thake.” Besh khanikhon amra chup chap bose roilam tar por ami Amit ke bollam, “Ebar ami chan korey ni are tuiyo chan koray ney. Kapor jama porey ne, Maa ekto pore esheyjabey”

Ami bichana theke uthlam aar bathroom jete laglam, kintu amar hath dhore nilo aar bollo, “tham ami tokay ar aikbar aro chudbo.” Ami Amit ke bollam, “Na. Are noye son amar. Amar gud aar choda khete parbe na. Ekhon amar guder papree gulo te jala korche. Tor aoi mota bara ta gile gile amar guder barota beje geche.” Amit takhon bollo, “thhek acchey tui jaa!” Ami ebar nengto hoeye sara ghar ta ghure ghure dekhte laglam je amader choda chudir kono chinho to ghare neyee. Ami ghare ghurte ghurte dekgte pelam je Amitr bara ta abar khara hoe geche. Hatat Amit bichana theke laf mere uthe amake japtiye nilo aar amake chumu khete laglo aar bollo, “chair taye chol.” Ami mana korle Amit amar hath ta dhore muchriye diye amake chair ta kache niye gelo. Amit amake dhakka mere chair tai bosiye dilo aar bollo, “tor dutoe paa ei handler upoerey raakh. Tokay aami eikhaney chudbo.” Ami Amit ke bojhate gelam je amar gude jala korche aar gudtar ekhon rest chaee. Amit amar katha kane nilo na aar na aar amar dike chok pakiye bollo, “tui chodabi naa amar are keechu kortey hobay?” Amit chairer pechene gelo aar amako bollo, “dakh ainaye dakh. Tore aami mai teepchiee. Taar por tor gudey ami hath debo. Daykh. Cheye cheye dakh.” Amit chairer pechene dariye amar mai gulo tipte laglo aar tar por hath ta neeche niye ese amar guder bale hath ghoste laglo. Ami ainaye dekhte pachhilam je Amitr khoob bhalo lagche. Tar por Amit ekta hather angul diye amar gudta khule dhorlo aar nijer anno hather angul diye amar guder bhetor narte laglo aar amake bollo, “daakh. Tore gudey aamar angul aachchey.”

Amit khanik pore ruke gelo aar jekhane amar sari porechilo sekhantheke amar sari niye elo. Sari ene Amit amar paa gulo ek ek kore chairer hathar songe bandhlo. Eibar Amit amake bollo, “tokay ebaar amee amaar moton koray chudbo.” Amit abar giye amar purse theke ekta condom niye elo aar setake nijer barar opor chariye nilo. Tar Amit bara ta amar guder phutor opor rekhe halka kore thap marlo aar barar gant ta amar rase bheja gudete par par kore dhuke gelo. Tar por Amit amar mai duto hathe niye amake aste aste thap mere mere chudte thaklo. Amitr bara ta amar gude aste aste dhukchilo aar berochillo. Amit ekekbar amar gude jor jor thap marchilo aar abar dhire dhire thpachillo. Kakhono kakhono Amit guder behtor nijer bara ta ara ari bhave dhokachillo aar bar korchillo. Amitr nana bhabhe thapano te ami besh garam hoye giyechillam aar ami Amitr bichi guno nijer hathe niye katchlate laglam. Khanikkhon choda khabar por amar tal petta mochor marte shuru korlo. Ami Amit ke bollam, “Ahhhh aah Aamar aashchey. Amaaaaaar guuuud jallllllll charrrrbe. Chooodey jaa. Aaaaeee.” Amitr gala thekeo nanan rakom awaj berochilo. Amit bolchilo, “haramdadi. Tokay aamee aro chudboe. Deye guuuuuud deye amaye.” Amit aibhabhe amake besh khanikhon chudlo aar tar por amar guder jal aar Amitr barar ras ek songe berulo. Choda chudi sesh hobar por Amit barata amar gud theke bar korlo aar amar paa gulo khule dilo. Ami khinkhon chaire bose roilam. Ami tar par amar kampa paa niye Amitr kache uthe gelam aar take chumu khelam aar tar bara theke condom ta khule nilam. Dekhlsm condome kboob alpo ras pore ache. Ami condom theke ras ta niye amar maier bota te lagiye ghoshe nilam aar bollam, “ei ras ta maier botar janoo khoob bhalo.” Er por amra bathroome jaoar jaano prastut holam. Ami jakhon bathroome jachillam, takhon Amit amar komor joriye bollo, “er por therke ami jakhon ichche toke chudbo. Tor gudta amar barar golam. Amar jakhon ichche hobe takhon ami toke jerakom bhave ichche toke chudbo.” Ami Amit ke bollam, “tui khoob bhalo choodtey parish. Tui jokhonee shomoy paabi Kharagpur thekey ayshe jabi. Are aamra choda chudi korbo. Ai deen ta money rakhar jonney tor jonnay ami amar guuder chul rekheychi. Aee ney. Aare tor chiodar condom to aamee raakhchchee. Jokhonee tor monay podbay aamee eita shunkay naybow.”

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