Monday, 21 February 2011

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.