Amit ke hostele chere diye amra abar Kolkataye phire elam. Bari eshe ami sab theke age bathroom gelam aar giye hishi korlam. Hishi hoye jabar par jakhon ami amar gudta dhuchillam ami hath diye amar gudta chuye bujhte parlam je Amitr choda kheye amar gudta ektu beshi phank hoye geche. Ami uthe giye nijeke ainar samne daralam aar gudta bhalo kore dekhlam. Dekhlam je guder mukhta besh khule ache, tar angule diye dekhlam je courter bhetore satichhad aar neyee.
Parerdin college giye ami amar chodabar kotha amar bondhuder bollam. Bondhura bollo, “Good God. Tui to daroom chutee koraychish ray. Teen teen baar gud chudiye cheesh? Tao tor bhai chudechey tokay?” Ami amar classer modhey khoob popular hoye gelam. Amake amar bondhu rajigesh korte lahlo je barata ke much diye aar gud diye khete ki rakom lage? Bara jakhon gude dhoke takhan ki khub lage? Gud chodate kato maza hoe? Classer jato meyera nijer boyfreinder kotha bolto tara amar samne sab chup mere gelo. Classer meye, Neeta, je khub baro golaye bolto je tar boyfriend tar sacrificer opor theke tar gud khablaye se ekhon chupchap thato.
Claaser modhey amar man samman bere gelo aar ami khub popular hoe gelam. Edike Amitr song choda chudee te amar sharir tao besh barte laglo. Amar maigulo phule uthlo aar amar purono braguno sab bekar hoe gelo. Amar pacha duto bharo bhari hoe uthlo aar hantar song song pacha duto besh bhalo bhabhe dult shuru korlo. Ami bujhte parlam je ami ek kumaree meye theke ekjon gud chodane mahila hoe gechee. Amit amake chodar somay amar thont duto khub chusechilo aar tayee amar thont duto ektu phule uthlo. Sab miliye amar classer meyera amake ekjon sexy mahila bolte laglo.
Amit jabar praye dash din pore Amit amake prathom chithee liklho. Amitr chithee na peyee ami bhabhchilam je Amitr amake chodar sakh mite geche aar tayee o amake ar chitee debena.
Amit amake likhlo,
“Dear Khukumoni:
Digha jabar janno dhannobad. Ami nije thkekono dino ekla Digha jete partam naa. Ami jani je amar chithee na peye tumi khoob chintito. Ami khamma parthee aar pratigya korchee je aar deri kore chithee debona. Kintu kee korbo prashunar eto chap je matha tolar samaye neyee. Tabe amar mathar modheye ja ja hoyechee ta sab samay ghurte thake. Ami sab samaye bhabhte thaki je ki rakom kore choda chudee korechee aar tatae amader kato anandoo hoyeche. Amar chokher samne kahli tor much bhaste toke aar ami dekhee je to mukhe kato rakon bhav ase jakhon tue amar bara ta gude nish, jakhon tor guder jal khase.
Kintu abar amr mathaye etao ase je amara cousins hochee aar madder choda chudee kora ta theek? Amara dujanyee jani je madder choda chudee ta incest hochee. Kintu ami ekhon manush khaoya bagh. Amara much ekhon aro chaye. Amar barata abar to gude dhukte chaye. Tor ki mone hoye je amader abar choda chudee kora ucheet? Eta ki theek hobe? Tue bhalo kore bheve amaye jabab patha. Hazar holeo tue ekta meye aar tuee nije thik kor je ki kora uchit. Haan, ekta kotha, ami toke khoob khoob bhalobashi aar toke abar theke chdte chayee.
Amar bhalo basha nish. Tor uttarer apekha te royeelam. Amar ajsta chumban tor sara sharire nish.
Amit”
Ami jakhon Amitr chithee porlam to bujhte parlam je Amit amake sattee sattee bhalobashe. Aar etao bujhlam je amar aar Amitr kono mote biye hot parena. Amit sattee ekta gentleman aar monk Dando janne Amit amake chithee lekhe nee. Ami bhavete laglam je ami jadi Amitr chithir uttar na dee to Amit aar Kolkatate asbe na aar eleo amake chudbe na. Ami anke bheve chinta kore Amit ke uttar pathalam.
“Amit:
Tor chithee ta kintu amar kache kono aschrya noye. Tue sattee sattee gentleman. Toke amar bolte ache je ami ke ki bole tar dhar dhari na. Maa jadi amader by apar jante pare tao ami care kari na. Tor song amar ja relationship gore utheche tar janno ami ektup afsosh kari na. Haan aar jadi amake tor janno shashtee petetao niye nebo.
Ami toke amar icheche moto chithee likhte parbo na, tobe toke ami bhishan bhalobashi, Ami tor samne nijer kapor chopor khule paa phank kore sutam na jadi na ami toke bhalobashtam. Aar bagh keno annoo jinish khae jakhon se manusher mansho pabe? Aar tao bina chainayee. Sejanno, tue tara tari Kolkata chole aye. Amara abar theke chodachudi korbo. Ami tor bara chusbo aar tuee amar gud chusbee aar gud chudbee. Haan, amio amder Digha ghatona gulo amar chokher samne dekhte payee. Bhalo kore porasuna kor aar jakhon somay hoe takhon amake chithee likhbee.
Ami tor hochhee aar tor thakbo. Amader majhkhane keuo thakbena. Ami toke amar sab kitchenu ujar kore diyechee aar debo. Tue shudhu janbee je ami toke anek anek bhalobashi.
Amar bhalobasha aar chumu nish.
Khuku”
Jato din berute laglo, tato Amitr chiti aro derite aste laglo. Kichu din pore Amit aar chithee liklo na. Amar mone hot laglo je Amit bodh hoye nijer pistoto boner song choda chudi karar janno mone mone khub ahoto. Kintu Amit kichu din pore likhlo je, “ami sab somay tomake nijer chokher samne dekhi. Dekhi je tue nangto hoe amar pase bichanate shoe achis. Toke dekhte dekhte amar bara ta khara hoe jaye aar ami tor opore chore toke chudte thaki. Kintu jeyee amar ghum bhenge jaye ami dekhi je keu kothao neyee aar amar barata khara hoe ache. Amar khub kharab lage. Amar mone hoe je amar barar neeche tholi te jama virja khali tor gud phelar janno tayeree hochhe. Ami janina ami ki korbo?”
Ami Amit ke likhlam, “Amit, Sona amar, tue jadi amake mone kore nijer bara kheenchis to ami kichu mone korbo na. Tue jakhon bara kheencbee amake agetheke janiye dish, tahole ami bichanate amar sab jama kapor khule nengto hue nijer paa duto phank kore shue thakbo aar mone mone bhabo je tue amar gude bara dhukiye jordar nari talano thap marachis aarami komor tule tor barata amar gudke khawchee. Amader choda cgudir sheshe amar ek dujon ke jariye amared jal khashachee.
Tue oto chinta bhavna korishna. Toke ami ageo bolechi je tue jakhon Kolkata ashbee ami tor barar sab jala nitiye debo. Tue takhon amake jato parish chude dish. Amar gud phank kore kore jato parish nijer barar ras gude bhorish. Tue Kolkata te ele tue ja ja bolbee ami tor janno ta ta korbo.
Tue khali amar kache chole aye. Amar bhalobasha aar chumu nish. Tor choda khabar apekkhaye rayilam.
Khuku”
Sara garam kal beriye gelo aar tar por pechpeche barsha ka beriye gelo kintu Kolkata te aste parlo na. Ami khali Amitr theke choda khabar janno apekkhaye chup chap Kolkayaye bose royechee. Amar aar sajhho hochhilona. Tayee ami Amitr nam kore ek ek rate du-teeb kore angle diye guder ras khashachee. Tarpor sheet kal eshe gelo. Amit amake likhlo:
“Darling Khuku:
Christmas chutee te ami chayee je ami tor kache Kolkataye ashi. Ami chayee je tue amader janno ekta niribili jayega khunje rakh, jekhane amara jaa icheche korte pari, jakhon icheche korte pari. May be, I get to keep you completely naked with me. I have an elaborate plan for you. Can we do that?
Love
Amit”
Ami Amit ke like pathalam, “Darling, tor katha moto ami jatega pabar janno chestta korbo jekhane amake aar toke jeno keu disturb na kore. Tobe koto dinner janno alda ghar chaee ta likhishni keno? Je muhurte ami ghar peye jabo ami toke likhe janabo. Ekhon toke bole rakhi je tue sab samay amar buker bhetore thakis. Jakhoni ami chok bando kori ami tike dekhte payee. Aar dekhee je tue amake nengto kore achcha kore chumu khachhis aar amar mai tipchis. Ami sam samay bujhte pari je tor kato tara ache amake chodar janno. Amio tke khoob taratari amar kache chaee. Akon nijer pora shone thak.
Amar bhalobasha nish
Khuku”
Ami bujhte parlam je ami aar college pora meye nayee, ekhon ami Amit premik. Amit apoke apoke amon jayegaye jekhane keu amader jeno disturb na kore. Ami aro janlam je Amit amader choda chudi te amarpet hot dite chai na. Clegge jabar somay ami ekta ashuder dokan theke du master janno contraceptive pill kine nilam ar ekta kheye nilam. Choda chudi somay condom lagiye chudte Amit khoob ekta bhalo lagena.
Dhire dhire din par hot laglo aar amar matha kaj korte laglo je ki rakon kore ami kom kore 24 ghantar janno ekta asthana khunge bar korbo jekhane ami aar Amit aram kore choda chudi korte parbo. Ami etao chinta korchilam je ami barite ki bolbo, karon maa sab samay amake chokhe chokhe rakhe. Seshmesh, ekta suraha dekhte pelam, jate bariteo jhamela hobe na aar ekta niribili ghor paowa jabe. Amar classer ek bondhu Kolkatar baierr meye hochhe aar se ekta one bed rppm flat bhara kore Nort Kolkataye toke. Tar bariwala kono se panche toke na. Amar bondhutee chutee nijer barite ek saptaher janno jachee. Ami tar song kotha bollam je ami tar flat du din aar du ratree janno amar bhai ke niye toke pari? Amar bondhuti amar bayapaar janto aar se rajee hoe gelo.
Ami jakhoneto sab plan korchilam, ami kintu Amit ke kichu janayene jate tar pora shona te kono badha na ase. Ami khali Amit ke likhe pathalam je se jeno kono kitchenu amar barite na bole. Amit chutir du din age ami take sudhu likhe pathalam je “North Kolkata te amar bondhur address se jeno soja chole aase sekhane ami tar song dekha korbo aar tar por amara anno jayega te jabo.” Tarpor ami amar maa ke bollam je “ami du-teen dining janno amar bandhabi Neera kache North Kolkata te jabo.” Maake mananor janno ami maa ke aro bollam je “ami maa ke roj kom kore du bar phone korbo.”
Maa amar kotha mene gelo aar amar jama kapor sab guchiye dilo aar aar ami amader care kore driverr song amar bandhbir barite chole gelam. Ami Neerar barite praye 11.00 somaye paunche gelam. Amake dekhe Neera bollo, “Khuku tuee satee ekta gud chodane magi.” Ami Neera ke bollam, “tor gude jakhon ekbar asol bara dhukbe takhon tue nijer gud niye khela chere dibee aar sab somay bara janno chunk chunk korbee.” Neera amake abar bollo, “thak thak aar bolte hobe na, ami jani je tue tor mamato bhai ke diye tor gud chodachis aar amake khali gayan dichis.” Neerar kotha sune amar sara gaa te agun lege geolo tabbe guder kutkutneer jnno ami chup kore gelam. Tobe ami Neera ke bollam, “Haan, ami amar bhai ke diye gud marayee. Se anek baro hochhe aar tar baratao besh baro aar se chudte khoob bhalo pare. Tue jadi amar songe thik babohar rakhbee tobe ami toke amar bhaier barar chodan khete debo. Ami amar bhai ke request kore tor gud chudiye debo. Amar bhaier kach theke choda kheye tue tor boyfreinder bara ta aar dekhteo chaibee na.” Neera amar kotha sune amar dike ekta soft toy chure phello aar bollo, “thanks, amar Guder janno toke kichu korte hobe na.”
Ek ghost modhey Neera stationer janno beriye gelo. Amitr train Kharagpur theke 15.00 hr asar kotha aar tar por ekhane aste tar praye 45 minutes lagbe tar por Amitr aro praye 15 minutes lagbe amar bandhabir bari khunjte. Ami mone mone bhavlam je Amit praye 4.30 PM abdi ebarite asbe. Ami khaink por theke khali khali gharir dike takate laglam. Bari theke asar somay ami khanikta Chinese Chiken niye ese chilam aar tar song fried rice aar Coca Cola. Amar somay katchilona bole ami chup chap ekla ekla bose lunch korte laglam aar kheye niye ami bhablam je ekta lomba bhat ghum lagale bhalo hoye. Kenona ami jantam je aajke ratree bela Amit amake ekdam ghumote debena.
Ami chok ghuriye gharta dekhte laglam. Chater opor ekta ghar aar tate doto kather janla. Ghare bishes kono furniture neyee, ekta single bed, ekta kather table ar duto kather chairs aar ekta pechone helano chair. Gharer song ekta chocolate kitchen aar ekta chocolate chocolate bathroom. Gharer baire ekta chocolate balcony ta theke bairer rasta ta dekha jaye. Ami bichanar chador badal kore sue porlam. Charter somaye ami uthe dant majlam, course ancharlam, dress change korlam, aar ektu makeup korlam. Tarpor ami ekta chair niye balconyte giye boslam, jate Amit ele ami take dekhte payee. 4 15 PM, amiAmit ke dekhte pelam. Ami dekhlam je Amit bari khinjche. Ami bhavchilam je ekbar Amit opre dekhuk aar ami take daki. Amit ekbr opre dekhlo aar amake dekhe ektu hanslo. Ami Mtu ke hath nere daklam, Amit hath narlo aar taratari barideke aste lagl.
Aami taratari bathroom dhuke giye hissi korlam aar amar gudta bhalo kore dhue nilam. Jakhon gud dhuchilam takhon dekhlam je amar gudta rise ekdom chap chap korche kenona gud janto je ektu pore Amitr bara diye take choda khawano hobe. Darjate bell bajlo, ami tarataro giye darja khule dilam. Darjar samne Amit dariye chilo. Amit chardike dekhe bollo, “amake ekhane keni daka hoeche?” Ami bollam, “tor ki mone hoye je toke keno daka hoyche?” Amit abar jigesh korlo, “tor bandhabhi kothaye, je ekhane thake?” “Keno, tue ki takeo chas naki? “Kee?” “Na, mane tue ki chas je amar bandhabi ekhane theke amader programme te shamil hok?” “Programme? Kiser program?” Ebare ammi lajja pe gelam je Amit ekhono kichu bujhte parche na je take ekahne keno daka hoeche. Ami Amit ke bollam, “Tue chupchap bos aar ami toke amar plan bolchee.” Amit hath duto pockete rekhe chairrete arsta hoe bolo. Ami bollam, “Aram kore bos, ekhon ekhane keu asbena. Amar bandhavi nijer bari giyeche. Ami bari theke amar amar amar permission niye ekhane du ratree thakbo. Ekhon amar ekhane ekla achi. Amake aee sab tor janno korte hoeche.” Amit amar sab kotha sune bollo, “kintu tuee bari kirakon kore jabee?” Ami bollam, “Amit ami sab plan kore rekhechee. Tuee ekahn theke prshu sakal bela amader bari chole jabi. Sekhane amake na peye tue amar katha amar maa ke jigesh korbe. Maa amake gal dite dite toke gari niye amake anar janno pathhabe aar bas tor song nijer bari chole jabo. Maa bujhte parbe na je amara eksonge di din aar du rat thekechi.” Amit amar kotha sune bollo, “good, tue puree plan kore amake ekhane dekechis. Tue to plan kore jekono lok ke marte parbee. Tue biyer pore aro karur sathe melamesha korish to tor bor kichuu bujhteparbe na.” “Aar tue jadi amar bor hos tahaole? Tahole tue janbee je ami ato kando karkhana korte pari.” Amit amar katha sune miti miti hanste laglo.
Ami chuchap khater opor bosete gelam aar Amit amar komor dhore amake bollo, “Khuku. Amar kache aye.” Amit amake tar kache tene nilo aar amake mijer kole bsalo. Ami Amit ke bollam, “darza aar jalna sab khola ache. Jekeu amader dekhte pabe.” Amit bollo, “ami ato sab bhabhi na, ja hobar hobe.” Tarpor Amit amake chumu khelo aar bollo, “chal amra dujone eksoge snan kori giye.” Ami bollam, “theek ache chal.”
Amit uthe porlo, darza aar jalna gulo bado kore dilo aar nijer bag theke tracksuit, ekta T-shirt, towale aar shaving kit bar korlo. Amit nijer jama kapor niye bathroomr dike geolo. Amit bathroom unki mere bollo, “Oh God, hosteler bathroom er theke anek parishakar thake. Tor bandhabi sattee sattee nongra thakte bhalobase.” Tarpor Amit bathroom dhuke geoke. Amit bathroom giye age daree katlo tarpor snan korlo. Snan korar por Amit ekta towale pore beriye ese bolo, “bathroomta bhison chocolate, kapor pora jayena. Amit amake bollo, “ja ebar tue snan kore ne.” Ami amar bag theke amar kapor bar korte laglam. Amit bollo, “tor kache skirt ache?” Ami bollam, “ache.” Ami bag theke skirt, blouse, bra aar panty bar korlam aar bathroom gelam.
Amit amake jigesh korlo, “tor snan korte katokhan lagbe?” Ami bollam, “30 minute.” Amit bollo, “tahole ami ratio janno kichu khabar aar aro kichu darkari jinish bazaar theke kine ani. Ami bayire theke darza bando kore dichhee jate keu disturb na kore.” Ami bollam, “theek ache.” Ami bathroom giye snan kore beriye jakhon course anchra chilam, takhom Amit bazaar theke ghure elo. Amitr Hathe teene packet chilo. Ek packet biriyani, kichu jal khabarer jinish, two otol Coca-Cola aar bread and butter. Anno duto packet ami khullam na.
Amra bose bose praye du ghanta galpo korlam. Praye rat 9.30 samay ami uthe amger khabar gulo bere nilam aar galpo korte korte khete laglam. Khabar por Amit sab jinish tule waste bine phele dilo aar tarpor amra dant meje nilam. Amra abar bollam galpo korte. Ami bichanate pechone balish lagiye bose chilam aar Amit chair bose chilo. Khaink pore Minyu amar paa nijer kole tule nilo aar payer pata te hath bulote laglo. Payer pata te hath bulote bulote Amit hath amar hantu aabdi anchor pata te hath ghora chilo. Ami bujte parchilam je Amit samay niche aar jakhon somay hobe takah se aro egube, amar tara te Amit kichu korbe na. Khanik pore Amit uthe gharer janla gulo bando kore gharer main light bando kore amar kache ese boldo. Amit amar kache bose amar hath niye khela korte laglo aar amar hathe chumu khete laglo. Khanik pore Amit amake jigesh korlo, “Khuku, tue amar bon aar ami tor bhai. Tor amader eii relationship tar janno kono bhavna joi na? Tue to janis je kam se kam amader samaje eirakom relationship khoob kharap.”
Ami khanik bheve bollam, “Sattee bolte ki ami annolok ki bhabhe bhve kono kaj karina. Amar toke bhalo lage aar sejanno ami tor song relationship ta gore tulechi. Ami khali jani je toke bhishan bhalobashee.” Amit bollo. “amio toke bhalobahi. Kintu tue janis je amra kono din biye korte parbo na.” “Han, ami ta jani. Kintu ami jani je amra er ekta kono na kono solution bar kore nebo.” Amit amar kotha sune amar dike takiye aste kore bollo, “tue khoob sundar dekhte. Tue ki ta janish?” Aei bole Amit amake jariye dhore amake nijer opor tene nilo. Ami Amitr kole giye tar dike much sue railam. Amit amake aste kore bollo, “chasmata khule pheel. Ami tor sundar chokhe chumu khete chaee.” Ami amar chasma khule phellam. Amit amar chokher opor chumu khete laglo aar tar por amar thonteo chumu khete laglo. Amio Amit ke chumu khelam. Chumu khete khete Amit nijer hathta amar blouse ooper niye elo aar blouser hook gulo aster aste aster khulte chesta korte laglo. Ptaye das minut chesta korar bollo, “blouse ta khule phel.”
Ami uthe bose amar blouse ta khule pellam aar tar por braer hook khulte khulte Amit ke bollam, “tue tor jama khule ne.” Amit nijer jama khule phello aar chunre dire phele dilo. Jama khule amar blouse aar bra amar ga theke khulete khule dilo aar bollo, “ami tor mai gulo te chumu khete chai aar tar tor nipple gulo chuste chai jato khan na tor dudh beroe.” Amit amar mukhe chumu khete khete niche nabto laglo. Amar gola, mai pete aar tar po sayar oopore ese ruklo. Amar gud theke ras kat te suru hoegelo. Ami Amit ke bollam, “Chal amara dujone sue pori.” Amit amar kotha mene gelo aar amake kol theke uthiye Amit nijer anno bag anno bag anek juin phool bar kore bichanate chariye dilo. Tarpor Amit bag theke teen packet condom bar kore bichanate rakhlo aar amake bollo, “Khuku amar pant khule amake nengto kore de.” Ami samay nashto na kore taratari Amitr pant aar underwear ta khule phellam. Omni Amitr khara barata beriye porlo. Amitr kahara lal bara ta dekhe amar ga ta shirshir kore uthlo aar amar gudta Amitr khara barata nijer modheye nebar janno ras charte laglo. Ami Amit ke bollam, “baap rey. Eita to bheeshon bodo and mota. Eita ammar Guder moddhay deesh na. Aami moray jabo!” Amar duto hath Amit bara ta dharar janno nishpish korte laglo. Ami hath barata dhorte gelam aar Amit song song song bollo, “dhorish na. Ammarta beyriyey jaabey. Prothom semen tor guder modhhay ditey chaee.”
Amit puro bichanate juee phool chariye dilo tar par ballo, “tor blouse and bra ta khukey de. Tokay akkaybarey nangto chai amaar.” Amit amar ga theke blouse aar bra phule phele dilo aa amar khola mai te chumu khelo aar amar nipple gulo chuslo pher amake aste kore bichanate suie dilo. Ami Amit ke bollam, “aaye. Aamaar pashey shuye por.” Amit amar kache boslo aar jhunke amar thonte chumu khete laglo aar hath diye amar khola mayee gulo tipte laglo. Kichukhon pore Amit kaekta phool niye amar khola mayee gulote rakhlo aar duto phool amar niplo gulor opor rakhlo aar bollo, “tor shathey aajkey aamee phul shojya korchee.” Ami Amit ke bollam, “lokhee shona. Amaar khoob lojja korchhcey. Aalo ta bondo koray dey.” Amit amar mayee tipte tipte bollo, “na. Tui dekh, tokay kirom koray choda hoye. Aaami alo bondo korbo na.” Ami amar chok bando kore niam. Amit amar bando chokher opor kichu phoo; rekhe bollo, “chokh bondo koray thakley tui dekhbee kikoray?”
Amit amar choose hath bolate bolate amake chumu khete laglo. Chumu khte khete Amitr much nicher dike dhire dhire nabte laglo. Amit amar pete chumu khete khete amar nayee te nijer jeev dhukiye ek ghosto. I jumped up with pleasure and hisssed, “Aaaah Koreesh na.” Amit amar kotha na sune aro kayek bar amar nayee te chumu khelo aar tar por bollo, “tor skirt ta dheelay korchhee.” Amit amar kotha na sune aro kayek bar amar nayee te chumu khelo aar tar por bollo, “tor skirt ta dheelay korchhee.” Amit amar skirtter hook khule dilo aar sider zip ta khule dilo. Ebar Amit nijer angul amar skirtter bhetore dhukiye dilo aar amar bhije panty te angul grorate laglo. Ami Amitr hath dhore rukhte chainam ta nahole amar guder jal khase jabe. Amit amar hath duto dhore amar mathar opore kore bollo, “hath oikhaneyee rakh.” Tar por Amit amake bollo, “ektoo pacchhaa ta oonchuu kor. Tor skirt ta nambiye debo.” Amai lajja lajja bhav dekhiye amar mukhta ghuriye Amit ke bollam, “naa. Koreesh na.” Ami mujhe naa bolleo ami amar pachata ta tule dhorlam aar Amit amar komar theke amar skirt ta ashte ashte nabiye dilo aar tar skirt ta ke paa galiye bar kore chaire phele dilo.
Amar skirt kholar por amar ga te shudhu bhije panty chilo. Amit takhon bollo, “tor gudta shunkay dekhee.” Amit nakhta amar guder opor rakhlo aar bollo, “aaah ki shundor gondho.” Sab mahilara jerakon kore bole ami seeee rakom bollam, “kee hocchhey ta kee?” Amit amar khola theigh te hath grorate laglo aar dhire dhire amar guder dike jet laglo aar bollo, “dekhi. Tor jangiya tao khulay dee,” aar amar panty dudike dhore khule nilo. Amar kichu karar chilo na shudhu pachata tule nilam aar Amit amar panty paa galiye nabiye dilo. Ami amar gudta hath diye dhakbar chesta korte Amit bollo, “tor gud ta key ami phool die dhekay dichhee,” aar amar hath ta Guder opor theke sariye dilo aar bollo. “hath eikhaei thaka ucheet. Aaar neechey anbee na.” Amit amar guder opor rekhe amar gud niye khela korte laglo. Khanik por Amit bollo, “paa duto ektu phaak kor.” Ami jakhon paa phant korlam to Amit amar hat dhore amar paa duto phank kore dilo aar amar Guder bhetor phooler danta danta dhokate laglo. Koikbar phooler danta amar konte lagchilo aar amar sara gaa shirshir kore uthchilo. Ami Amit ke bollam, “aaaaah. Koreesh naa.” Khanik por Amit uthe amar paa duto aro phank kore tar majhe bose amar gud phank kore shunkte laglo. Amit amar gudta te chumu khete laglo. Ami gungiye gungiye Amit ke bollam, “gudta phank koray cheytey dey.” Ami bola matra Amit di hath diye amar gudta phank kore diye amar gude chumu kheye ekbar amar gudta chete dilo. Amar gudta chata song song amar sara sharirdiye current daure gelo.
Jakhon Amit amar gude chumu khachillo aar chat dichilo, Amit bollo, “khuku. Ami aar thamtey parchhee naa. Amar bandata kheechey dey.” Ami hathta nich niye giye ami Amitr barat dhore niye tar gant theke chamra shariye diye teen char bar kheenchlam. Amitr sara sharir sakhta hoye gelo aar ek bar aahh korar por tar bara theke jhalke jhalke pheda berute laglo. Amar mukhe aar amar peter opor pheda porlo. Amit mal ber karar por bollo, “sorry. Aami aar thamatey paarlam naa.” Ami Amitr barata dhore aro ek du bar khecnche bollam, “sona. Aami jaani. Keechchu hoye nee. Ayee baarey tooee onyek lomba samay janno amake choodtey paarbee.” Ami Amitr bichi gulote hath bulliye dilam aar take tene amar kache sue duye take jariye dharlam. Pheda gulo sab Amitr gaye lebre gelo. Khanik por Amit uthe boslo aar dukhoo korte laglo je tar pheda amar gude porlona. Ami uthe bose Amit ke bollam, “de. Tor baada ta kay ami chushey khada korchhee.” Ami amar muchnabiye Amitr bara dhore abar tar ganth theke chamra shariye mukhe dhukiye nilam aar barata chatte aar chuste laglam. Aste aster Amit bara ta abar khara hoye gelo. Amitr khara bara dekhe ami bhavlam je aaee mota aar lamba barata eibar amar gude dhukbe aar amar chude chude hor korbe.
Amit abar amar mayee duto tipte laglo aar bonta gulo cute laglo. Nayee tipte tipte Amit amar Guder cherate angul ghoste laglo ar bollo, “aeeto tor gud ta aakebarey bheejay gachey.” Amit bichana theke uthe condom ante geolo. Ami Amit ke baran korlam aar bollam, “amakey tuee condom naa porayee choodtey parish.” Amit bollo, “naa. Tuee pregnant hoye jaabee.” Ami hense bollam, “na hobeyna. Tuee ashbee bolay ami pill khetey arombho karay niyechee.” Amit amar katha sune bujhte parlo jo ami kato khani chodane meye hochchee aar ami kato bhalobashi tar barar choda khete. Amit abar bichanate ese amar opor sue porlo. Ami amar paa duto jato sambhav phank korlam aar ek hath diye nijet gudtaphank kore dhorlam aar anno hath diye Amitr barata dhore amar guder mukhe lagiye dilam. Amit nijer omor nabiye amar courte aste kore mundeeta dhukiye dilo aar aar ami Amit ke bollam, “joray maar. Amaar goodey jorey maar.” Amit amar katha sune ek jhatka marlo aar tar barata amar gude char char kore duke geolo. Ami gud maranor khushite bollam, “amakey chudey dey. Aha aa aa makey chod. Jorey jorey chod.” Amit ebar jore jore barata amar court dhokate aar bar korte lago aar bollo, “tokay ami bhalo bashee. Fuck you baby. Fuck you. Aaaaah.”
Ami Amit bara diye choda khete khete khub garam hoe gelam. Amit aggee ek bar nijer mal kore phele chilo tar janno tar barata besh bhalo bhave tatiye chilo amar gud besh bhalo kore chud chilo. Amar gud kichkhon pore jal chere dilo. Gud theke jal khoshe jabar por ami Amit ke bollam, “aama ashchchee. Aaaaa. Oooooh. Maa. Thama. Aar chudish naa.” Amit amar kotha na sune amake chude jet laglo. Amar gud theke abar jal khoslo. Ami Amitke aste kore bollam, “please. Are chudish naa. Lokhee sona. Aaaaah. Ooooooh.” Amit amar kono kathaye kan na diye chude jete laglo aar praye 5 minutes pore amar gudta ke pheda diye bhoriye dilo. Ami bujhte parchilam je amar Guder bhetor ta garam phyda diye bhore geche. Mal dalte dhalte Amit bolchilo, “Khuku. Khuku. Aaaah. Aaaah. Hmmmmm.” Amit amar opor dhole porlo aar amara ek dujon ke jariye chupchap pore royilam. Amitr barata amar guide dhokano chilo aar maar paa doto Amitr komore jarano chilo. Khanikkhon por Amit komor tule barata amar courter theke bar korlo aar aamo amar paa duto Amitr komor theke nabiye nilam, Amit amar pase sue porlo. Sue sue Amit amake jariye chumu khete khete bollo, “ayeto bhalo choda agye hoye nee toe.” Ami bollam, “condom thakley atoe bhalo lagey naa.” Amit amake bollo, “Khukmoni. Ami tokay aro anyek bar chudbo.” Ami Amit ke aste kore bollam, “ayee gud ta tor. Jokhon eechaa. Joto baar eecha tui amakey chod.” Er pore amrajarajori kore ghumiye porlam.
Amar ghum bhor charter somay bhenge geolo. Dekhi je Amit jege aar mar chokher opor chumu khache. Ami jiggesh korlam, “kee ray. Kee chaee.” Amit bollo, “tokay abaar chudbo.” Ami kichu bollam na khali dekhte laglam je Amit ki kore. Amit amake chumu khete laglo aar mai duto do hathe niye khablate laglo. Khanik por amar hath ta apna apni Amit barate colle geolo. Dekhi Amitr barata tatiye khara hoe ache. Amar gud theke jal charte laglo. Amit bichanate uthe boslo aar makeo bodalo aar bollo, “chal tokey ami kukurer moton chudbo ebibarey.” Palongta khub mazboot chilo na. Amit balish gulo niche phele amake niche char hathe paye jhunkte bollo. Tar por Amit amar pechene kukurer moton bose amake bollo, “haramjadee kutee. Tokay kukurer moton chudtey hobay.” Amit pechon theke amar Guder mukhe barata lagiye ek hath diye amar mayee gulo tipte laglo aar anno hath diye amar guder mukhta khule dhore barata ek jhatkaye guder bhetore dhukiyedilo. Amit dhakka ta besh jore merechilo aar ami humri kheye balishe mukh diye pore gelam aar pachata oopore uthe gelo. Ami gungiye bollam, “aaah Ooooh Ma.” Tar por Amit aste barata amar gude dhokate aar bar korte laglo. Amaro khub bhalo lagchilo. Dhire dhire chodar speed barte laglo aar bolte laglo. “Gudboti maagi. Nay ebarey tui kukurer moton jorey gud chudiye dekh.” Tar por jerakam kore kurkur gilo chode, Amit amake jire jore chudete laglo.
Amar mukh diye khali gonganor awaj beruchilo, jerakom, “hann. Aaaa. Eeeeeee. Hannn.” Mitu amake chdte chudte bolchilo, “kuttia. Haramjaadee. Mara. Tor good ta maaraa.” Ami Amit ke bollam, “amar guder konta ke bhalo kore chimtee kat.” Amit amar guder konta dhore narchilo, amar mayee tipchilo aar pechon theke gude thap marchilo. Khanik pore Amit chenchiye uthlo, “Oooooh. Aaaah Hnnnn. Amee aaashchee.” Amader gud aar barar jal ek song berulona, amar guder jal Amitr barar theke ras berubar por berulo tabe khoob jore berulo aar anek khani berulo. Amara choda chudee shesh habar par khanik khan matite chup chap chap gude bara niye sue roilam aar tar par Amit uthe amake kole kore tule bichanate sueye dilo aar nijeo amar pase sue porlo. Amit amar kane kane bollo, “tokay choodtay amar khoob bhalo lagey.” Amara chup chap sue raoilam aar majhe majhe chumu khete laglam.
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