Meyeder Somokaamitar Golpo

Bombay te aami paying guest thaktaam Mr. Saahil Chowdhury bole ekjon der baarite. Mr. Chowdhury, taar maa, chhoto bhai aar stree chhilen , aar oder tinbochhorer meye tina. Mr. Chowdhury-r stree ke aami boudi boltaam. Bhishonsundor chhilo boudi. Phorsha rong, bhalo figure, bishal bishal dudu. Dekhe monehoi na bibahita, baa meye achhe. Aami 27 years er working girl, single, chhelera office e amar pichhone lege thake. Kono steady boyfirned na thakleo date erobhab chhilo na. Aaj er saathe kaal taar saathe. Boudi bolto “bhalo achhish tuiNahid! Khub masti!”
Saahil bhai bhalo lok. Onar bhai Raza B. Com 1st year e chhilo, besh chheleta,kintu bachha. Amaar mone hoto boudi sexually khushi na. amar kono boyfriendbaarite ele khub lobhi lobhi chokhe takato boudi.
Ekdin aami office theke ektu joldi phirechhi. Bhishon bathroom eshechhilo.Baarita chupchap, saahil office e, Raza college e, oder maa tokhon Kashmirberate giyechhilen ekta group er saathe. Tina playschool e. Aaami bhablaamboudi nishchoi bhat ghoom dichhe.Taratari bathroom er dorja thele dhukta ekajob drishyer sammukhin holam.
Dekhi boudi ekta nichu tool e boshe jamakapor dhuchhe. shudhu ekta saya pora,opor gaa sampoorna udom.phorsha shorir e paani pore chok chok korchhe.dudu dutodhobar taale taale dulchhe. kaalo kaalo bota duto daariye uthechhe. Amay dekhechomke gelo.’
“Tui? Eto taratari?”“Emni” bolei aami shekha theke hawa. Kintu chokher saamne bhashchhe nogno dududuto. Bhije saya-te lepte thaka ponder outline. Bhishon excited hoye porlaam.
Aami satash bochhorer smart sundori sexy meye. prochur chudiyechhi. Kintu shedin boudi ke nangto dekhe raat din mathay oi kathai ghore. Kaaj e mon ditepaari na. Boudi o amar chokh e chokh raakhe naa. Ek din aami jokhon ranna ghore help korte gelaam amar dike takiye hesechhilo. Chokh e prochhonno jounoingit. Mone mone hashlaam.Ekdin aami aar amar boyfriend Sam bichhanay threesome er katha bolchhilaam. Obollo aar ekta meye ke jodi ana jay tumi kake anbe. Aami bollam, aam i aar ektachhele anbo. Sam bole nana , meye anbo. aami jokhon tomay chudchhi, maagi amarpond chatbe. Tarpor aami jokhon taare chudbo tumi tar dudu chatbe. Amar mukhdiye beriye gelo “boudi”.
Sam bollo, “Ke? Boudi? Kichhu maal ei boudi ti. Jekhane sekhane dudu fuliyeghure beray.” Shune amar gud pani pani hoye gelo.
Boudi ke upobhog korar sujog khujte thaklaam. Ekdin Saahil bhai business erkaaje goa jaabe. Raza o raate bondhur baari thakbe. Raate aami aar boudi dinnertable e boshe golpo korte korte Sam er prosongo tullam.
Boudi bole, oki toke bhalobashe na ki? Aami bollam “bhalobasha na baal, khalichodar taal. Boudi heshe goriye porlo. “Bolos ki? Khub chode?”
“Chode nato ki? Fala Fala kore dey.”
Boudi hothat bole: “Tor moto meye ke pele ke chharbe?” Aami bollam, tumi amarthekeo sundor. Sune boudi bole, “ki laabh holo….” Aamar sondeho chhilo saahilbhai bouke anondo dite paare na, shedin sure holaam.
She raate aami e paash opaash korchhi, hothat dim light ta jole uthlo.Ke? aamiuthe boshlaam. Dekhi boudi, ekta patla nighty pora, pacha obdhi chool khola,thik jeno ekta jolpori.
“O tumi, bolo.”
” kichhu nare ……ghum ashchhe na.”
“Bosho, golpo kora jaak.” Boudir chokh amar chhoto tshirt er dike. “ki re tuipanty porish na?”
“shobar somoy na. Bra -o na.”
“Bra to aamio pori na….boudi egiye elo. Hothat jhop kore amar daan dutu tachipe dhorlo. “size koto tor?”
Amar gud e gorom srot boite shuru hoyechhe. 36B bollam aami. ebar alto koreboudi-r dudu chhulaam nightyr opor diye. Tomar koto?
Amar 40B. Boudi muchki haaslo. Bor eksomoy kom tepa tepi kore ni.
“Ke Saaahil bhai?”
“Noy to ke? Biyer pore raat raat bhor choda chudi cholto. Book-er opor chorechore chudto haramjada. Laora chatato. Aajkaal phireo takay na.
Keno phire takay na, o shob e gelaam na, amar sara shorir e tokhon kamona rlokloke aagun. Aami mukhta dudu dutor phaanke guje diye bollam “Iish eto sundormeyechhele ke keu na chude thake ki kore.”
Boudi o angul diye amar book-er botay sursuri dichhe. Aaami bollam, shirtkhulbo?” “Aami khulchhi” bole she ektaane amar tshirt khule kichhu kkhnon amarnogno book er dike cheye roilo. Tarpor du haathe pishto korte shuru korlo amarston.
Chharo, pls, bole aami o nighty-r lacy strings khule, jibh diye chat te shurukorlaam boudi-r nodhor joubon. Ki norom dudu, jeno makhon. Boudi bollo, khakha, kheye phel sob dhudh. teshta mitiye ne.
Ebaar aami ter pelaam magi amar gud e angul chalachhe. Aami pa ta phank korteikhanki hoosh kore matha dukiye dilo duto thig er moddhe. Chuste shuru korloamar bhije gud.
Aaami jore jore maagi r dudu tipte laglaam.Ooh aah boudi chharoh……..
“Chharbo ken? Aaj toke diye amar basona metabo!” bole boudi aamar pond erphutoi mukh lagalo.
She rat e ekbaar aami maagir suna chushlaam, ekbaar maagi amar. ekbaar 69 okorlam. Tarpor eksomoy nangto hoye dujon dujon joriye ghoomiye porlam, amarhaath or pachhay, or haath amar dudu te.