শুক্রবার, ২২ মে, ২০০৯
সোমবার, ১৮ মে, ২০০৯
রবিবার, ১৭ মে, ২০০৯
Barite chodon sukh 2
Porer robibare sakal bela ami didi ke jigesh korlam ki se amar songe morning show te cinema dekhte jabe kina? Didi hense jigesh korlo, “kon cinema?” Amio hense didi ke bollam, “je cinema tumi dekhte chao, sei cinema jabo.” Didi amake bollo, “ami ki jani je ki ki cinema cholche, aar kon cinema amake dekhate chash?” Ami didi ke bollam, “chalo amra New Empire te jayee. Sekhane cinema ta besh kichu din theke cholche aar sekhane bhir hobe na.” Didi bollo, theek ache chal tahole” didi amar chokhe cholh ekhe bollo. Asole amar to didi songe cinema ta dekhbar khali ekta bahana chilo, amar matha te aro kichu ghurchilo. Cinemar pore ami didi ke niye aro kothau jabar chilo. Gato kaik diner modheye ami koekbar didir mayee tipechee, chushechee. Eibar amar aro beshi kichu chayee, tai ami didi ke cinemar pore aro kotahu niye jete chai chilam. Cinemate ami didi ke bhalo kore chunte parbo aar tar por didi razi hole didi ke anno kothau jabo. Jakhon amar songe cinema jete razi hoye gelo to ami didi ke aste kore bollam, “didi aajke tumi sei diner skirt aar top pore cholo kintu.” Didi ektu muchki hense skirt pore jete razi hoye gelo. Ektu ektu thanda porchilo tai ami aar didi lacket pore nilam.
Ami jantam je cinema te beshi bhir hobe na, kenona cinema ta anek din theke cholchilo. Amra halle paunche ticket niye haller bhetore dhuklam. Jakhon bhetore dhuklam takhon kono cinemar trailor dekhchilo tai hall ta andhokar chilo. Halle giye khanik por chok ta anodhokare adjust hobar por dekhlam je matro gota koyekta lok hall boshe ache. Ami aar didi giye ekta kona dekhe boshe porlam. Amra jekhane boshe chilam tar ashe pashe kono lok chilo na. Ami aar didi seate boshe cinema dekhte laglam. Ami cinema dekhchilam aar amar matha te ghurchilo je aaj ami didi duto mayee amar hathe niye khoob kore tipbo, chatlabo, chusbo aar jodi dadi kichu na bole to didir skirter bhetore hath dhokabo. Ami praye 15 minute obdi chupchap cinema dekhlam tar por samner seate paa choriye boshlam. Renu didi amar dan dike boshe chilo. Ami aste koreamar ekta hath bariye didir janghe oopo rekhe dilam. Tar por ami aste aste skirter oopoer theke didir janghe amar hath bolate laglam. Didi kichu bollona. Didi chupchap boshe cinema dekhchilo aar ami didi uru duto te hath bolachhillam. Eibar ami amar paa diye didir skirt ta aste aste oopore tulte laglam jate ki ami skirter bhetor hath dite pari.
Didi amake rukhlo na baroncho amar kaner kache mukhta niye eshe phisphis kore amake bollo, “Bablu, keu dekhte pabe na to? Dekh sune kor.” Ami didi ke dhire kore bollam, “koeu dekhte pabe na.” Didi abar amake bollo, “Bablu screener light ta khoob joralo, ei lighte te je keu amader dekhte parbe.” Ami takhon didi ke bollam, “didi gayer jacket ta khule koler oopor rekhe nao.” Didi khanik pore gayer jacket ta khule koler oopor rekhe nilo. Jcaket ta kole rakhate didir kol aar amar hath jacketer talaye lukiye gelo. Ami takhon amar hath ta aro agiye didi skirter bhetore kore didir paa aar jangh gulo te hath bolate laglam. Didi abar phusphue kore bollo, “keu dekhte pabe na to?” Ami didi ke bujhiye bollam, “didi amder keu dekhte pabe na. Tumi chup kore boshe thako.” Ami hath ta aro egiye niye didir uru dutor bhetor portione hath bolate laglam aar dhire dhire hath ta panty kache egote laglam. Amar hath eto ghure gelo tobuo didir panty obdi paunchulo na. Ami didir kane kane bollam, “didi ektu neeche hoye bosho.” “keno” didi amake jigesh korlo. “Amar hath tomar okhane pauchoche na” ami aste kore didi ke bollam. Didi amake dhire kore jigesh korlo, “tuj tor hath ta kothaye paunchute chas?” Ami takhon lajja peye bollam, “didi, tumi na…..bujhte parcho na?”
Didi amar katha bujhte pere neecher dike nebe boslo. Amar hath ta shuru theke didir skirter bhetore rakha chilo aar didi neeche hoteye amar hatha ta didir panty te giye laglo. Pher ami hath ta niye giye didir guuder oopore rakhlam aar khap kore didir guud ta dhore nilam. Didir guude hath deoa amar ei prothom. Didir guud ta besh garom chilo. Ami amar ekta angul diye didir guuder chendar oopre aste aste ghoste laglam. Khanik por amar kane phisphis kore bollo, “Bablu, rukhe ja, noyeto amar panty abar puro puri bhije jabe.” Kintu ami didir katha kane nilam na aar didi guuder phutor oopor amar angul cholate thaklam. Didi pher bollo, “Bablu, please, aar korish na, noyto amar panty aar skirt duto abar thke nongra hoye jabe.” Ami bujhte parlam je didi khoob garam kheye geche. Kintu ami etao chaichilam na jakhon amra cinema hall theke berubo takhon didir panty aar skirt ta bhige thakuk. Tai ami khinker janno rukhe gelam. Ami guuder oopor theke hath soriye didir uru duto te hath bolate laglam. Khanik por interval hoye gelo. Interval hoteyee ami aar didi sore boshlam. Ami uthe giye popcorn aar Pepsi niye elam. Tar por ami didi ke dhire kore bollam, “didi tumi toilete giye nijer panty ta khule esho.” Didi amake chokh gol gol kore jigesh korlo, “keno, ami amar panty ta keno khule phelee?” Ami takhon henshe didi ke bollam, “panty ta khule nile panty ta bhijbe na.” Didi phat kore jigesh korlo, “aar skirt tar kee korbo? Ami ki otakeo khule ashbo?” “Are ota kono byapar noye. Jakhon tumi toilet theke phire eshe boshbe, takhon boshar aage sjirt ta uthiye boshbe” ami didi ke bujhiye bollam aar chokh marlam. Didi muchkee hense bollo, “Bablu, tui bhishon shaitan aar tor kache sab someye sab kathar uttor ache.”
Ami jerokom bolechilam, didi uthe toilet gelo aar khanikpore phire elo. Ami jakhon didir dike takiye muchkee hanslam to didi lajja te matha neeche kore nilo. Amra abar hall giye boslam. Jakhon didi boste gelo to nijer skirt ta oopore uthiye nilo, kintu puro puri othalo na. Amader jacket gulo amader kole chilo aar mara popcorn aar Pepsi khete laglam. Khanik pore amader popcorn aar Pepsi sesh hoye gelo. Amra abar theke paa duto neeche kore aar choriye boshlam. Khanik pore ami amar hath ta bariye didir kole jacketer tala diye didir janghe rakhlam. Jei amar hath didir janghe chunlo to didi apna apni nijer uru duto aro chotiye khule dilo. Tar por didi nijerpacha ta ektu unchu kore pachar tala theke skirt ta aro oopore tule nilo. Eibar didi cinema haller seate nengto pobde bose chilo. Nangto ponde rexiner seate boste giye ekbar didir thanda laglo tobuo didi aram kore seate neeche boshlo. Ami abar theke amar hath ta didir skirter bhetor theke jangher oopore rakhlam. Eibar am soja suji didir guuder oopor amar hath ta niye gelam. Jei amar hath ta didir nengto guude giye chunlo to didi ekbar chomke uthe jhunke gelo aar abar chup hoye boshe cinema dekhte laglo. Ami aram kore didir nengto guuder oopor hath bolate laglam. Guuder oopor hath bolate bolate ami guuder oopor dike kichu chool che bujhte parlam.
Ami didir nengto guud aar tar ooporer bal niye khela korte laglam. Ami kahkhono kakhono didir khola guud ta ke jor kore amar muthote bhotchilam, kakhono kakhono guuder oopor hath ta ragra chilam aar kakhono kakhono didir guuer konta te angul diye rogre dichhilam. Ami jakhon didir kont ta ke angul diye ghoschilam to didir puro sharir ta kempe kempe uthchilo. Ami tar por aste amar ekta angul didir guuder phuto te dhukiye dilam. Oh Bhagawan!! Didir guud ta bhetor theke khoob garom aar molayam chilo. Guudar bhetore khoos ras bhora chilo. Ami aste kore amar angul ta guuder bhetore aar baire korta laglam. Khanik pore ami amar anno angul ta didi guude pure dilam aar se angul tao aram se didir guude dhuke gelo. Ami duto angule didir guud ta chudte laglam. Khanik ore didir puro sharir ta shakto hoye gelo aar kichukhon pore didi ekdom nistez hoye gelo. Tar por didir guud theke besh khanik ta ras berote laglo. Guuder rase amar puro hath ta bhije gelo. Ami khanik someye rukhe didir guude abar theke duto angul dhukiye aste aste bhetor baire korte laglam. Khaink khon por didi abar theke guuder jal khasalo. Tar por amar laglo je eibar picture sesh hoye esheche to ami amar hath ta didir guud thkkehotiye nilam. Jeyee cinema ta sesh holo ami aar didi uthe bayre berulam. Baire ashar por ami didi ke bollam, “didi, porer show te je oi seate bosbe tar pant ba sari ta puro puri bhije jabe.” Didi amar katha sune khoob lajja pelo aar matha ta neeche kore nilo. Didi abar theke toilete chole gelo, ami bujhte parlam je hoito didi toilete giye nijer guud ba guuder bal gulo dhuye aar panty ta porte geche.
Cinema hall theke beriye ghori dekhlam je mote aryaeete bejeche. Ami didi ke bollam, “didi ekhon mote ariyte bejeche aar maa ekhon bhat kheye ghum dichhe, tumi ki ekhuni bari jete chao? Amar to tomar songe kono private jaygaye jete ichche korche. Tumi ki amar songe kono private jagaye cholbe?” Didi amar chokhe chokh rekhe bollo, “ei private jaygaye jawar ki mane? Arr ami ekhon bari jete chaee.” Ami didi ke bollam, “private mane, kono hotele jaowa. Tumi amar songe kono hotele jabe?” Didi bollo, “hotel? Khali hotel na aro kichu?” Ami didi ke bollam, “haan, khali hotel aar kichu noye.” Didi bollo, “Bablu, hotel mane tui hoteler roome amake niye jete chas?” “Haan ami tomar songe hoteler roome jete chai” ami didi ke bollam. Didi amake pher jigesh korlo, “kintu hoteler roome tui amake keno niye jete chas? Ami didir katha te bujhte parlam je didi amar songe hoteler roome jete chai na.
Takhon ami didir chokhe chokh rekhe bollam, “didi, ekhon obdi ami tomar mayee duto chunchee, tipechee, cahtkechee aar chusechee. Pher aajke ami tomar guud chunchee aar tate angul dhukiye chee. Tumi amake kono badha daonee. Jakhon jakhon ami ei sab korechee takhon amader bhoye chilo je keu amader dekhe na neye. Amra kono din ei sab privacy te korini. Tai ami chaee je amra hotelere ghore jai tate amader puro puri privacy pabo.” Ami eto ta bole chup kore gelam aar didir dike dekhte laglam je didi kichu boluk. Didi kichu bollo na dekhe ami abar didi ke bollam, “eibar tumi ki chao?” Didi takhon amake bollo, “tar mane tui amake hoteler ghore niye giye amake bhalo kore chunte chas. Amar mayee duto chuste parish aar amar payer modheye hath dhukiye maza nite chas.” “Didi tumi ekdom theek bolcho. Ami jakhone toamr gaye hath lagaye takhon kono privacy na thakate amader rukhe jete hoye. Ajjker cinema halle dekho na ki holo,” ami didi ke bujhiye bollam.
Didi amake bollo, “tui amake bhalo bhabe bina bhoye chunte chas. Amar mayee tipte chas, chuste chas aar amar du payer modheye hath dhukiye angul diye maza korte chas?” Takhon ami ektu birokto hoye bollam, “haan, tumi ekdom theek bolcho. Aar jani tumio eita korte chao.” Didi kichu bollo na aar ami didir chup kore thaka ta didir sammati bhebe khushi holam. Didi khanik pore amake bollo, “hoteler ghore tor jaowa mane sab kaj, mane aar ja ja baki ache, amra korbo?” Ami takhon didi ke bojhalam, “haan, kintu jadii chao. Tumi jodi na chao to amra kichu korbo na.” Didi pher bollo, “ami jani na Bablu, eta anek baro risk hochche.” Ami abar didi ke bollam, “are baba, jodi tumi na chao to amra kichu korbo na. Amra tai korbo ja tumi chaibe. Kintu privacy te gele amar kintu tomar mayee gulo chaee. Ami ogulo ke tipbo, chusbo.” Ami bujhte parchilam je didio chai je kno privacy te giye ami tar mayee gulo niye khela kori aar tar guude hath lagiye, angul dhukiye anado kori. Takhon didi amake bollo, “ami kichu bujhte parchi na. Tobe eta theek je ami ekhon bari jete chai na.” Ami bujhlam je didi amar songe hoteler ghore jete chai. Tai ami didi ke ektu jor diye bollam, “chalo amra hotele jayee.” Amar katha sune didi amar songe hoteler janno cholte shuru korlo.
Didi amar songe hotele jete razi hoyate ami khoob khushi hoye gelam aar taratari didi ke niye hoteler dike hantte laglam. Ami eto ta bujhte parchilam je didi amake diye mijer mayee aar guud ta bhalo chonate chai aar chata te chai aa hoyeto pore amake diye nijer chodate chai. Ei sab bhabte bhabte amar laura ta khara hote laglo. Ami mone mone bhabchilam je aaj ami didi ke puro puri nengto kore tar mayee aar guud chudbo aar tar take chudbo. Ami bhishon khushi chilam aar garam hochhillam. Ami jantam je cinema haller kache emon duto teente hotel ache jekhane ghar ghanta hisebe pao jaye. Amar bondhura aage oi hotele nijer meye bandhobider niye geche. Ami sei hotel gulor modheye ekta hotele didi ke niye gelam aar receptionte giye katha bole banano nam aar address likhiye dilam aar ghore bhara tao diye dilam. Tarpor hoteler attendent amader ekta ghore paunche dilo. Jei attendent chole gelo ami uthe ghorer darja bhalo kore bondo kore dilam. Pher sab jalna gulo halo check korlam aar tate parda gulo bhalo koretene dilam. Etokhon didi ghorer majhkhane danriye danriye amake dekhchilo. Didi kichu bujhte parchilo na aar chupchap danriye chilo. Tar por ami ghorer attach bathroome gelam aar bathroomer light ta jaliye bathroomer darja ta adhek ta bando kore dilam. Bathroomer light thakate ghore besh light aschilo. Tarpor ami ghorer light ta off kore dilam. Didi eibar aram kore ghorer bichanar kone boshe porlo. Ghore ligt kam chilo kintu amra ek dujon ke bhalo bhabe dekhte pachhillam. Ami tar por amar shirter botam gulo aste aste khulte laglam aar didi ke bollam, “didi, tumio nijer kapor chopr khule nao.” Ami bhabchillam je didi amake kapor khulte dekhe nije theke kapor khule debe. Didi amar dekh dekhi nijer kapor khulte shuru kore dilo. Ami jeyee amar pant ta khule phellam to dekhlam je didi nijer bra aar panty ta khulche. Panty ta khule eibar didi amr samne ekdom nengto hoye gelo. Ami bujhte parlam je didi aajke amake diye nijer guud chodabe. Ami dhire dhire bichana diker egote laglam aar giye didir kache boshe porlam. Bichanate boshe ami didi ke joriye dhorlam aar tar por didi ke amar du payer majhkhane danr koriye dilam.
Ghorer halka alo te ami amar nengto didi ke bhalo dekhte laglam. Aajke ami prothom bar didir mayee gulo ke khola obostate dekhchillam. Ami aaj obdi didir mayee gulo kaporer oopor theke chustam aar suyog pele ektu kapor ta hotiye mayee chustam. Aajke prothom bar didi baro baro mayee dekhe amar to laura ta ekdom khara hoye gelo aar tar chenda theke ras berote laglo. Didir baro baro mayee, patla komor aar bhari bhari pacha gulo ke nengto dekhe amar to obostha khoob kharab hoye gelo. Ami aste kore amar hath ta bariye didi mayeer oopor bolate laglam aar aste aste tipte laglam. "Didi tomar mayee gulo bhison sundor. Koto narom tabuo khara khara hoye ache aar kato molayam” ami didir mayee tipte tipte bollam. Didi amar katha sune muchkee hansi hense dilo ar nijer hath ta uthiye mar du kandhe rekhe dilo. Ami kakhono kakhono neeche jhunke didir mayeer bonta gulo te chumu khachhillam. Khanik pore ami didir ekta bonta amar mukhe niye chuste laglam aar amar bonta chosate didi ekbar kempe uthlo. Ami amar mukh ta aro khule didir mayee ta aro amar mukher betore bhore ami chuste laglam. Amar anno hath ta didir anno mayee te chilo aar ami setake dhore chatachhillam. Ami khanik pore amar hath ta neeche dike niye gelam aar didir guud ta amar mutho te bhore kaclate laglam. Guud ta kachlate kachlate ami amr ekta angul dhire kore didir guuder chenda te dhukiye dilam. Angul ta guude dhokanor por ami angul ta aste aste bhetor bar korte laglam. Ami bujhte parchilam je aaj didi amake diye guud ta marabe.
Khanik por ami amar mukh ta didir mayee theke soriye didi ke ishara kore bichanate shute bollam. Didi amar ishara bujhe chupchap bichanate shueye porlo aar amio didir pase shuye porlam. Ami didir pase shoyar pore ami didi ke joriye nilam aar tar thont duto chuste laglam. Amar hath duto abar theke didir mayeer oopore chole gelo aar ami didir duto mayee mutho kore dhore tipte laglam aar kakhono kakhono chatlate laglam. Ekhon didir mayee tipte ba chatkate amar kono bhoye korchilo na, karon karur ashbar chilo na. Didi mayee chatkate chatkate ami didi ke bollam, “didi tomar mayee dutor kono jawabab neyee. Bhishon sundor aar khara khara mayee duto tomar. Ichchee korche je ami tomar duto mayee kheye nee.” Ami mukhta neeche kore didi mayeer ekta nipple amar mukhe bhore nilam aar setake aste aste chuste laglam. Khanik por ami amar ekta hath neeche niye giye didir guud aar tar baler songe khelte laglam. Khanikkon pore ami amar ekta angul didi guude dhukiye dilam aar setake gol gol ghorate laglam abar bhetor bar korte laglam. Lhanik khon pore didir guud theke har har kore chatchate ras berote laglo. Guuder ras chara dekhe ami bujhte parlam je eibar didir guud ta amar choda khabar janno toyree. Amio anek khon theke didir oopore chore didir guud ta chudbar janno astheer hochhillam. Ami khanik khon didir mayee aar guud niye khela korlam ar tar por ami didi gayer songe chipke gelam.
Ami kunui bhor diye didi oopore jhunke didi ke jugesh korlam, “didi tumi ready to? Balo na didi tumi ki tomar choto bhaier laurata nijer guuder bhetore dhokanor janno ready?” Takhon ami mone mone jantam je didi aaj amar bara diye nijer chodabar janno ready ache aar amake guud chudte na korte na. Didi amar katha sune amar chokhe chokh diye bollo, “Bablu, ami ki ei somaye na korte pari. Ekhon tui amar oopor chore shuye achis aar amra dujoneye ekebare nengto.” Ei bole didi hath ta bariye amar laura ta dhore nilo aar tar oopor dhire dhire hath bolate laglo. Ami ei bar didir guude angul diye dekhlam je guuder mukhta rase har har korche. Tai dekhe ami amar laura ta hath kore dhore didir guuder phutotar mukhe lagiye dilam. Guuder phuto te bara ta thektei didi Ah! Ahhhhh! Ohhhhh! Korte laglo. Ami aste kore amar komor ta nariye amar bara tar mundee ta dhire kore didir guuder phutor bhetore dhukiye dilam. Didir guud ta bhishon tight chilo kintu guud theke eto ras beruchillo je guuder bhetor bhalo bhabe pechol hoye giyechilo. Jei amar laurtar mundee ta didir guuder phuto te dhuklo, didi ekbar lafiye uthlo aar bolte laglo, “bar koreeeeee neeeee Babluuuuuuuuu, amarrrrr guudddddd taaaaaa pheteeee gabeeeeeeee. Babluuuuuuu torrrrrr lauraaaaaaa taaaaa bar koreeeeeee neeee amarrrrrrr guuddddddd thekeeeeee. Issssssssssss, haaaaaaaaaaaa, ohhhhhhhhhh maaaaaaaaa. Hai more gecheeeee. Amarrrrrrr guudddddd taaaaaaa pheteeeeeee gelooooooooo.” Ami didir thonte chumu diye bollam, “bas bas hoye geche didi, amar sona didi. Aar ektu khani shazzho karo tar por to maza aar maza.” Kintu didi barbar korte thaklo. Tar por ami didir aar kono katha na sune didir duto mayee amar du hathe dhore ekta dhakka marlam besh jore aar amar puro laura ta didir guude char char kore dhuke gelo. Didir guud theke du teen phonta rakto beriye elo. Ami amar puro laura ta didi guude dhukiye didir oopore chupchap shueye thaklam aar hath diye didir duto mayee cahtkate thaklam. Khanik khon pore didi amar talaye shueye shueye nijer komor ta oopor neeche kore narrate laglo. Ami bujhe gelam je didir guuder baytha sesh hoye geche aar ekhon didi amake diye nijer guud ra bhalo bhabe chodabar janno chatphat korche. Amio tai dekhe amar bara ta didir guud theke adekh ta bar kore abar ek jhatka diye puro ta didir guude dhukiye dilam. Didir guud ta amar laura ta ke bhalo bhabe dhore rekhe chilo aar tar janno ami bhalo bhabe thap marte parchilam na. Kintu ami rukhlam na aar amar laura ta ke didir guuder bettor bar korte laglam. Dhire ami amar chodar speed ta bariye dilam. Amar chodar speed baranor songe songe didio neech theke amar thaper songe pond tola dite thaklo. Ami bujhte parlam je didir guud ekhon besh jore jore aar ghasha thap khete chaiche amar laura theke. Ami didi ke joriye niye didir ekta mayee amar mukhe pure chuste laglam aar guuder bhetor amar laura ta diye jor jor thap marte laglam. Ekhon amar bara ta khoob bhalo bhabe didir guude dhukchilo aar berochillo. Eibar didio amake du hate joriye chumu khete khete pond tola dite dite bollo, “hai, Bablu, bhishon aram hochhe. Tui amake aro jore jore chude de. Amar mone hochhe je amar guude anek gulo pipre chole berachhe. Tui tor laurar ghasha diye oi pipre gulo ke mere de. Hai chod aro jore jore chod tor didir guud ta ke.” Ami khanik khon jore jore thapabar por didir guude laura ta dhukiye ektu bisram korte laglam. Didi takhon amake chumu khete khete bollo, “kee holo, ruke geli keno? Eibare tui amar guud ta ke bhalo bhabe chude de sona amar. Amar guuder bhetore bhishon chukunu hochhe. Amake chude de amar sona, amar manik, amar guuder raja. Ekhon aar rukhishna amake bhalo kore chod, chod amake. Amake chude chude amar guuder teshta meta.” Ami didir mayee gulo tipte tipte bollam, “didi ami ekhuni chudchi tomake. Amake ektu tomar guuder bhetor amar laurata dhukiye guuder anado ta nite dao. Ami ekhuni tomake chude chude tomar guuder sab charpoka gulo mere dichhe. Tumi aj dekhbe aaj ami tomar guud chude chude guud ta ke phatiye debo.” Didi takhon neech theke komor tola diye bollo, “charpoka gulo pore dekh jabe. Tui aage amake chude de bhalo kore. Jore hore thap mere amar guud ta tui ekhon chod shala bonchoda bhai amar. Guuder jala te ami more jachhee.” Ami takhon didi ke lamba lamba aar ghasha thap mere mere abar theke chudte laglam. Didi amar choda khete khete amake nijer char hath aar paa diye jore joriye dhorlo aar neech theke komor dite thaklo aar guud ta amake diye chodate laglo.
Ami khanik khon didi ke jore jore thapabar por didi ke jigesh korlam, “didi kemon lagche, nijer choto bhaier laurta nijer guuder bhetor niye neech theke pond tola dite?” Ami ekhon didir songe puro khule katha bilchilam aar laura ta diye didi ke chudchilam.
"Amara ei kaj ta khoob kharab korechee. Kintu ekhon amar khoob bhalo lagche, bablu. Mone hochhe je ami toke amar guude dhukiye nee” didi amake nijer joriye niye bollo.
Ami abar didi ke bhalo bhabe chodte thaklam. Khani khon pore amar mone holo je eibar amar laura ta nijer pheda bar korbe. Tai ami amar bara ta ke didir guude theke bar kore nijer hathe niye thaklam aar tatokhon dhore thaklam jatokhon na bara ta abar shanto na hoye gelo. Didio bujhte peregiyechilo je ami keno laura ta guud theke bar kore chee aar didi muchki hanshi henshe bollo, “kee holo, mal berobe naki. Tui ki amake aro chudbee. Chal eibar tarataari bhalo chude nijer laura tar pheda diye amar guud ta ke bhore de aar shanto kor nijer laurar aar amar guuder jala.”
"Didi lhanikkhon chupchap shueye thako. Beshi nara chara korle amar bara pheda chere debe” ami didi ke bollam. Khanik pore ami laurata abar theke didir guude dhukiye didi ke chudte laglam.
Didi abar guude amar laura ta niye neech theke komor chalate laglo aar amake bollo, “taratari chod amake Bablu, Amio aar beshikhon guuder jal rukhe rakte parbo na. Amaro hoye eseche. Eibar tui jato jore parish amar guud ta bhalo kore chude de aar amar guuder jal khosiye de aar nijer laurao pheda char amar guude bhetore.”
Ami didir katha sune jeyee amar chodar speed baralam, didi neech theke paa duto tule amar komor ta bhalo kore joriye nilo aar hath diye amake joriye niye neech theke komor tola dite dite amar laura ta guud ke khaote laglo. Khanik pore didi amar laura tar oopore guuder jaler fowara chere dilo aar amake mijer songe chipkiye nilo. Jal khasabar somaye didi amake elo pathare chumu khachhillo. Ami didir guuder jal khasar janno amar bara ta guuder bhetor puro ta dhukiye chupchap didir oopor shueye thaklam. Jakhon didi ektu shanto hoye gelo ami abar theke didi ke chudte laglam. Ami didi ke dhire dhire thap mere mere chud chilam. Didi amake bollo, “Bablu, kee korchis ta kee? Aar ami sei kakhon theke toke bolchee je amake jore jore thap mere amar guud mar. Amar guuder testa ekhono meteni. Tui tor lauratar gunto gulo jore jore amar guude de. Tor barar guunto gulo eto jore mar jeno amar guud aar tar songe amar jarau obdi phete jak.” Ami didi ke bollam, “didi ami ebar laurar pheda charbo. Ami amader choda chudi ta beshi someyer janno tante chai aar tai ami tomake aste aste chudchee.” Didi amar katha sune ektu muchkee henshe amake bollo, “eibare taratari chod amake aarnijer mal bar kore amar garam guude chere de. Tor laurar jal diye amar guuder testa meta. Aar tui katokhon nijer didir paa pnahk kore chudbee? Jodi mal berubar hochhe to jore jore chude pheda dhele de amar guude. Anek hoye geche amade aajker choda chudi.” Takhon ami didi ke bhalo kore joriye niye nijer songe chipkiye nilam aar komor chaliye chaliye jore jore thap marte laglam. Didi o ohhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhh, haaaaaan airakooooom hiiiiiii bhishon bhalooooo lagcheeeee aaaaaaa marrrrrrr haiiiiiiii isssssssss ceeeeeeee bolte laglo aar pond tola dite dite amar laura ta nijer guud diye theke laglo. Jakhon amar pheda porar someye ello to ami didi ke jigesh korlam, “didi kthaye pheda dhalbo. Pheda tomar guuder bhetore chari na laura ta bar anno kotahau?” Didi bolo, “are takhon dhore amar paa duto phank kore amar guud chudchees, aar ekhon jigesh korchees ki kothaye pheda charbo? Amar guuder bhetor nijar mal dhal aar mar guud ta ke shanto kor shala didi choda Bablu.” Didir katha sune amio amar laurata didi guuder bhetor puro ta dhukiye amar fowara chere dilam. Amar pheda porar songesonge didi abar theke guuder jal khasalo. Laura aar guuder jal khasabar por amar ek du jon ke nijer songe chipkiye chupchap pore thaklam aar lamba lamba saansh nite laglam. Khanik por ami laurata ke tene didir guud theke bar korlam. Laura ta berubar somaye ekta pakat kore awaj korlo aar amar netano laura ta didir guud theke beriye elo. Bara ta guud theke berubar songe songe didi bichana theke uthe bathroome chole gelo ar ami bichana te boshe royilam.
Khanik khon pore bathroom theke didi nijer guud dhueye nengto obostha te beriye elo. Ami didi ke nengto dekhe taratari bichana theke uthe didi ke joriye nilam aar chumu khete laglam aar tar duto mayee gulo ke hather modheye niye dhire dhire tipte laglam. Takhon didi amake bollo, “Bablu tor sab kaj hoye jeche ki na? Amar to sab kaj hoye geche.” Ami didi ke chumu khete khete bollam, “didi aaj ke khoob maza kara holo. Didi tumio anado peyecho?” Didi amake chumu khete khee bollo, “amar to aaj khoob bhalo legeche. Ami aage jantam je guud chodano te eto beshi maza eto beshi anando ta hole ami anek aage tor theke amar guud chudiye nitam. Chal akuno kono kich hoye neee. Amar eibar theke suyog peleye choda chudi korbo.” Amra aro khanik khom aram kore paa choriye boshe thanda holam aar amader gayer baitha kama chillam.
Ami didi ke jigesh korlam, “didi eibar ki korte chao?”
Didi amar dike chokh gol gol kore takiye amake jigesh korlo, “mane, tui ki bolte chas?”
Ami bollam, “eibare amara kothaye jabo? Amara ki er por barite bhai aar boner moton thakte parbo?”
Didi takhon amake bollo, “na Bablu, amara er pore abar theke bahi aar boner moton thakte parbo na. Amra nijer hathe bhai boner samporker darja bando kore diyechee. Amader aar pherar path neye. Tui amake didi moton dekhte parbi, amake didir moton shrodhaya korte parbi?”
“Tahole ki hobe?” Ami didi ke jigesh korlam.
“Haan, eibar thekhe tui jakhoni amake dekhbee takhon tui nijer baro didi ke dekhte parbi na. Eibar theke theke jakhoni tui amake ekhbi tui dekhte pabee ekta meyechele jake tui nengto kore nijer neecge shueiye guude laur dhukiye take tahpiyechis aar tar guude nijer mal dhelechis. Tui dekhbi je tui amar guud chudechis. Tor mone khali ei katha mone hobe je abar obe ei meyelok ta ke abar theke nengto kore guud chudi. Kee ami theek bolchee ki na?” Didi amake chumu khete khete bollo.
“Na didi, eirakom katha noye. Tumi amar kache ekhono didi thakbe” ami didi ke bujhiye bollam.
“Achha, tui ekhono amake nijer baro didi manbee? Kintu ami jani je tui aaj ker por khali bhabee je kata baro chodane magi hochhe ei meye cheleta. Ei meye ta ke chude khoob maza esheche” didi abar theke amake bollo.
“Na didi, tomar dibbee, ami eirakom bhabo na” ami didi ke bollam.
“Na, ami jani je tui ajjker por theke theek ei katha tai bhabee. Obishee tor bhabate amar kichu eshe jabe na. Tobe eitai sattee je aaj theke amar aar tor majhe khali ei sambandho ta theke jabe. Tui aaj amake ek bar chudechees aar tui abar amake chudte chaibee. Tar oopore amio tor kach theke abar theke choda khabar janno uniye thakbo” didi amake bojhate laglo.
“Are tumi amake diye abar theke guud chodate chao, tumi jakhon chaibe amake toyree pabe. Ami sab somaye tomar guude amar laura ta dhokabar janno prastuut thakbo” ami didir chokhe chokh rekhe bollam.
Didi takhon henshe bollo, “haan, eta sattee je ami tor theke abar theke choda khete chaee. Ami jakhon suyog pabo puropuri nengto hoye tor laura ta amar guude nite chaee. Aar eto theek je tuio amake abar theke chudte chas” didi amake bollo.
Ami didi ke abar theke jigesh korlam, “didi rta ki sattee je tumi abar theke amake diye tomar guud chodate chao? Obishee ami to tomake sab samaye chudte chaee.”
“Na Bablu, eta hote pare na. Amra sab someye choda chudi korte pari na. Kintu jakhon syog hobe ami abar theke tor bara ta amar guude bhorte chaee” didi amake chokh mere bollo.
Amra aro khanik khon hoteler ghore bose thaklam aarami didir mayye aar guud niye khela korlam. Tar por amara hotel theke beriye bari chole elam. Sedinkar por theke amader choda chudi shuru hoye gelo. Didi jate amar choda khete khete pet na hoye jaye tar janno lukiye lukiye contraceptive nite laglo. Amara jakhon suyog petam amra choda chudi kortam. Kakhono kakhono amar ek dine du ki teem bar choda chudi kortam. Amader jar garmi uthto se annor kache giye take chudto ba chudiye nito.
Dhire dhire didi khoob chodon baj magi hoye gelo. Jakhon ami didi ke chodbar ichche hoto aar bichanate shuete aram kore choda chudi karar suyog thakto na takhon ami didi ke niye palong, table ba dewaler songe jhunkiye ditam aar pechon theke sari ba skirt ta tule panty ta nabiye amar laura ta didir gude bhore ditam aar thap mere mere didir guuder jal khasatam aar amar laura tar pheda guude dhaltam. Jakhon didir period hoto takhon didi suyog bujhe amar laura ta nijer mikhe dhukiye bara ta ke chuse dito aar sab pheda gulo gat gat kore gile kheye nito. Amader pratibeshi aar amader barir lokra janto je amara sudhu bhai aar bon kintu amader jakhoni suyog hoto to amra amader bara aar guuder milon ghotiye ditam aar bhalo kore coda chudi kortam aar didir guuder gatto ta amar pheda diye bhoriye ditam. Amader din gulo ei rakom bhabe aram se kete gachhillo aar didio guud chodate aar laura chuste ekdom prabeen hoye giyechillo. Kakhono kakhono didi eto guud marate eto pagol hoye jeto je didi amake taka diye bolto, “chal Bablu amra kono hotele giye choda chudi kore ashee.” Amra hotele giye didi aage amake nengto korto tar por nije nengto hoye amake diye nijer guud bhalo kore chosato aar chodato. Amio didir paa duto phank kore aram kore didir guude laura dhukiye didir guud chudtam.
Ek din maa amader partibeshir barite kono pujo te giyechilo aar didi aar ami barite ekla chilam aar amara palonge bichnar oopor aram kore nengto hoye choda chudi korchilam. Didi bichanate shueye tar char hath paa diye amake dhore rekhechillo aar neech komor tola dite dite amar laura ta nijer guud diye khachhillo. Ami amar du hathe didi dabka mayee duto muthor bhetore bhore didir guude gadan dichhillam. Amra jantan je pratibeshir bari theke praye du teen ghabte pore asbe aar tai amara moner sukhe chudchilam aar chodachillam. Khanik khon didi amar neeche shueye thap khabar pore didi amake bollom “Bablu, eibar tui bichanate chit hoye shueye por aar ami tor oopor chore toke chudbo. Tor lauratar oopor shoole gantha hoye boshbo. Ami didir katha moton amar laura ta didir guud theke bar kore bichanate chit hoye shueye porlam aar didi songe songe amar oopor du dike paa kore boshe porlo. Tar por didi amar khara bara ta nijer hathe kore dhore guuder mukhe lagiye ekta halka thap mere addek ta laura guud dhukiye nilo. Tar por amar oopor bhalo kore guchiye boshe duto hath amar mathar du dike rekhe amake thap marte laglo aar ami neeche shueye shueye didi mayee duto amar hath niye chatkate laglam. Didi oopor theke nijer bhari bhari pacha duliye duliye amake chudchilo aar bolchilo, “Bablu re khoob bhalo lagche. Satte tor laura ta ggude niye ami to swarge chole jachhee. Tor laura ta eto lamba je seta amar jarau te thokor marche. Ohhhhh Ahhhhhh mone hochee je ami tor didi noye ami tor kena bandee, tor rand. Chod chod amake tala theke thap mar aar amar guud ta aaj ke chude chude phatiye de.“ Ami didir komor ta amar du hathe dhore neech theke jhatka mre mere didir guud ta ke chudte laglam. Didi oopor theke amake thap marte marte bollo, “Bablu, jadi kakhono choda chudir Olympic Hoye to tui medal pabee. Tui je bhabe amake chudchis komor tola diye ami to ami jekono meye tot samne guud jhule shueye porbe. Ne chal anek hoyeche abar bhalo koe thapa to amake. Amar guud bodh hoye ebar jal khasabe.” Didi amar oopre bose thakate didir peeth ta darzar dike chilo aar ami darzar dike dekhte parchilam na. Amra ek bare janowarer moto choda chudi korchilam. Amader choda chudi anek khon cholchilo bole eibar amra laurar aar guuder jal charar mukhe chilam. Amra bujhte parinee jekakhon ma darza ta khule ghorer bgetore eshe amader chodon lila dekhchilo. Jakhon ami aar didi choda chudi korte korte laurar aar guuder jal khosiye dilam takhon maa amader bollo, “hai bhagowan, tora dujone mile kee korchis?”
Ami aar didi chomke gelam aar tar pore ami aar didi lajja te ek dujon ke chipkiye nilam. Ami amar matha ta ektu uthiye dekhlam je maa ghore bhetore darzar kache danriye ache aar darza bhetor theke bando ache. Maar chokh duto aar puro mukhta ragete lal lal hoye ache aar maar sara shorir ta kampche. Khanik por maa ek jhatka diye maa pechone ghure gelo aar paa patke patke nijer ghore giye darza ta bando kore nilo.
Maa chole jabar por didi nengto obostha te amar oopor shueye shueye kandte laglo. Ami didir choole hath bolate bolate didi ke bollam, “didi, ja habar ta hoye geche. Ekhun tumi kanna bado karo aar amake bhabte dao je amader ki korte hobe." Didi kante kante bollo, “Bablu ami eibar theke maar samne kemon bhabe danrabo? Maa amader kakhono maff korbe na.” Ami didi ke shantona dite dite bollam, “didi, tumi kono chinta koro na. Ami ektu pore maar songe katha bolbo.” Amar katha sune didi nijer kanna bado korlo aar amar oopor theke uthe amar pashe boshe porlo. Didi amar pashe boshteyee ami didir guud ta dekhte pelam. Eisomaye didir guud ta amar laurar guntoo khete khete besh phola phola lagchilo aar tar phuto theke amar laurar aar didir guuder raser mixture gulo aste aste beruchilo. Didi khanik pore bichana theke uthe matite danralo. Didir pa duto amar choda khete khete ekuno kampchillo tobuo didi aste aste jekhane tar kapor chopo gulo chilo hente gelo. Didi kono rakome nijer kapor gulo pore kono rakome ghar chere chole gelo. Pher ami maa songe kee katha bolte hobe bhabte lahlam. Khanik pore ami amar kapor pore maar songe katha bolte maar ghorer dike gelam. Maar ghorer darza bando chilo dekhe ami aste aste khat khatate laglam. Maa bhetor theke bollo, “darza khola ache bhetore chole aaye.” Ami maar ghorer darza ta khule ghorer bhetore dhuke gelam.
Ami jantam je cinema te beshi bhir hobe na, kenona cinema ta anek din theke cholchilo. Amra halle paunche ticket niye haller bhetore dhuklam. Jakhon bhetore dhuklam takhon kono cinemar trailor dekhchilo tai hall ta andhokar chilo. Halle giye khanik por chok ta anodhokare adjust hobar por dekhlam je matro gota koyekta lok hall boshe ache. Ami aar didi giye ekta kona dekhe boshe porlam. Amra jekhane boshe chilam tar ashe pashe kono lok chilo na. Ami aar didi seate boshe cinema dekhte laglam. Ami cinema dekhchilam aar amar matha te ghurchilo je aaj ami didi duto mayee amar hathe niye khoob kore tipbo, chatlabo, chusbo aar jodi dadi kichu na bole to didir skirter bhetore hath dhokabo. Ami praye 15 minute obdi chupchap cinema dekhlam tar por samner seate paa choriye boshlam. Renu didi amar dan dike boshe chilo. Ami aste koreamar ekta hath bariye didir janghe oopo rekhe dilam. Tar por ami aste aste skirter oopoer theke didir janghe amar hath bolate laglam. Didi kichu bollona. Didi chupchap boshe cinema dekhchilo aar ami didi uru duto te hath bolachhillam. Eibar ami amar paa diye didir skirt ta aste aste oopore tulte laglam jate ki ami skirter bhetor hath dite pari.
Didi amake rukhlo na baroncho amar kaner kache mukhta niye eshe phisphis kore amake bollo, “Bablu, keu dekhte pabe na to? Dekh sune kor.” Ami didi ke dhire kore bollam, “koeu dekhte pabe na.” Didi abar amake bollo, “Bablu screener light ta khoob joralo, ei lighte te je keu amader dekhte parbe.” Ami takhon didi ke bollam, “didi gayer jacket ta khule koler oopor rekhe nao.” Didi khanik pore gayer jacket ta khule koler oopor rekhe nilo. Jcaket ta kole rakhate didir kol aar amar hath jacketer talaye lukiye gelo. Ami takhon amar hath ta aro agiye didi skirter bhetore kore didir paa aar jangh gulo te hath bolate laglam. Didi abar phusphue kore bollo, “keu dekhte pabe na to?” Ami didi ke bujhiye bollam, “didi amder keu dekhte pabe na. Tumi chup kore boshe thako.” Ami hath ta aro egiye niye didir uru dutor bhetor portione hath bolate laglam aar dhire dhire hath ta panty kache egote laglam. Amar hath eto ghure gelo tobuo didir panty obdi paunchulo na. Ami didir kane kane bollam, “didi ektu neeche hoye bosho.” “keno” didi amake jigesh korlo. “Amar hath tomar okhane pauchoche na” ami aste kore didi ke bollam. Didi amake dhire kore jigesh korlo, “tuj tor hath ta kothaye paunchute chas?” Ami takhon lajja peye bollam, “didi, tumi na…..bujhte parcho na?”
Didi amar katha bujhte pere neecher dike nebe boslo. Amar hath ta shuru theke didir skirter bhetore rakha chilo aar didi neeche hoteye amar hatha ta didir panty te giye laglo. Pher ami hath ta niye giye didir guuder oopore rakhlam aar khap kore didir guud ta dhore nilam. Didir guude hath deoa amar ei prothom. Didir guud ta besh garom chilo. Ami amar ekta angul diye didir guuder chendar oopre aste aste ghoste laglam. Khanik por amar kane phisphis kore bollo, “Bablu, rukhe ja, noyeto amar panty abar puro puri bhije jabe.” Kintu ami didir katha kane nilam na aar didi guuder phutor oopor amar angul cholate thaklam. Didi pher bollo, “Bablu, please, aar korish na, noyto amar panty aar skirt duto abar thke nongra hoye jabe.” Ami bujhte parlam je didi khoob garam kheye geche. Kintu ami etao chaichilam na jakhon amra cinema hall theke berubo takhon didir panty aar skirt ta bhige thakuk. Tai ami khinker janno rukhe gelam. Ami guuder oopor theke hath soriye didir uru duto te hath bolate laglam. Khanik por interval hoye gelo. Interval hoteyee ami aar didi sore boshlam. Ami uthe giye popcorn aar Pepsi niye elam. Tar por ami didi ke dhire kore bollam, “didi tumi toilete giye nijer panty ta khule esho.” Didi amake chokh gol gol kore jigesh korlo, “keno, ami amar panty ta keno khule phelee?” Ami takhon henshe didi ke bollam, “panty ta khule nile panty ta bhijbe na.” Didi phat kore jigesh korlo, “aar skirt tar kee korbo? Ami ki otakeo khule ashbo?” “Are ota kono byapar noye. Jakhon tumi toilet theke phire eshe boshbe, takhon boshar aage sjirt ta uthiye boshbe” ami didi ke bujhiye bollam aar chokh marlam. Didi muchkee hense bollo, “Bablu, tui bhishon shaitan aar tor kache sab someye sab kathar uttor ache.”
Ami jerokom bolechilam, didi uthe toilet gelo aar khanikpore phire elo. Ami jakhon didir dike takiye muchkee hanslam to didi lajja te matha neeche kore nilo. Amra abar hall giye boslam. Jakhon didi boste gelo to nijer skirt ta oopore uthiye nilo, kintu puro puri othalo na. Amader jacket gulo amader kole chilo aar mara popcorn aar Pepsi khete laglam. Khanik pore amader popcorn aar Pepsi sesh hoye gelo. Amra abar theke paa duto neeche kore aar choriye boshlam. Khanik pore ami amar hath ta bariye didir kole jacketer tala diye didir janghe rakhlam. Jei amar hath didir janghe chunlo to didi apna apni nijer uru duto aro chotiye khule dilo. Tar por didi nijerpacha ta ektu unchu kore pachar tala theke skirt ta aro oopore tule nilo. Eibar didi cinema haller seate nengto pobde bose chilo. Nangto ponde rexiner seate boste giye ekbar didir thanda laglo tobuo didi aram kore seate neeche boshlo. Ami abar theke amar hath ta didir skirter bhetor theke jangher oopore rakhlam. Eibar am soja suji didir guuder oopor amar hath ta niye gelam. Jei amar hath ta didir nengto guude giye chunlo to didi ekbar chomke uthe jhunke gelo aar abar chup hoye boshe cinema dekhte laglo. Ami aram kore didir nengto guuder oopor hath bolate laglam. Guuder oopor hath bolate bolate ami guuder oopor dike kichu chool che bujhte parlam.
Ami didir nengto guud aar tar ooporer bal niye khela korte laglam. Ami kahkhono kakhono didir khola guud ta ke jor kore amar muthote bhotchilam, kakhono kakhono guuder oopor hath ta ragra chilam aar kakhono kakhono didir guuer konta te angul diye rogre dichhilam. Ami jakhon didir kont ta ke angul diye ghoschilam to didir puro sharir ta kempe kempe uthchilo. Ami tar por aste amar ekta angul didir guuder phuto te dhukiye dilam. Oh Bhagawan!! Didir guud ta bhetor theke khoob garom aar molayam chilo. Guudar bhetore khoos ras bhora chilo. Ami aste kore amar angul ta guuder bhetore aar baire korta laglam. Khanik pore ami amar anno angul ta didi guude pure dilam aar se angul tao aram se didir guude dhuke gelo. Ami duto angule didir guud ta chudte laglam. Khanik ore didir puro sharir ta shakto hoye gelo aar kichukhon pore didi ekdom nistez hoye gelo. Tar por didir guud theke besh khanik ta ras berote laglo. Guuder rase amar puro hath ta bhije gelo. Ami khanik someye rukhe didir guude abar theke duto angul dhukiye aste aste bhetor baire korte laglam. Khaink khon por didi abar theke guuder jal khasalo. Tar por amar laglo je eibar picture sesh hoye esheche to ami amar hath ta didir guud thkkehotiye nilam. Jeyee cinema ta sesh holo ami aar didi uthe bayre berulam. Baire ashar por ami didi ke bollam, “didi, porer show te je oi seate bosbe tar pant ba sari ta puro puri bhije jabe.” Didi amar katha sune khoob lajja pelo aar matha ta neeche kore nilo. Didi abar theke toilete chole gelo, ami bujhte parlam je hoito didi toilete giye nijer guud ba guuder bal gulo dhuye aar panty ta porte geche.
Cinema hall theke beriye ghori dekhlam je mote aryaeete bejeche. Ami didi ke bollam, “didi ekhon mote ariyte bejeche aar maa ekhon bhat kheye ghum dichhe, tumi ki ekhuni bari jete chao? Amar to tomar songe kono private jaygaye jete ichche korche. Tumi ki amar songe kono private jagaye cholbe?” Didi amar chokhe chokh rekhe bollo, “ei private jaygaye jawar ki mane? Arr ami ekhon bari jete chaee.” Ami didi ke bollam, “private mane, kono hotele jaowa. Tumi amar songe kono hotele jabe?” Didi bollo, “hotel? Khali hotel na aro kichu?” Ami didi ke bollam, “haan, khali hotel aar kichu noye.” Didi bollo, “Bablu, hotel mane tui hoteler roome amake niye jete chas?” “Haan ami tomar songe hoteler roome jete chai” ami didi ke bollam. Didi amake pher jigesh korlo, “kintu hoteler roome tui amake keno niye jete chas? Ami didir katha te bujhte parlam je didi amar songe hoteler roome jete chai na.
Takhon ami didir chokhe chokh rekhe bollam, “didi, ekhon obdi ami tomar mayee duto chunchee, tipechee, cahtkechee aar chusechee. Pher aajke ami tomar guud chunchee aar tate angul dhukiye chee. Tumi amake kono badha daonee. Jakhon jakhon ami ei sab korechee takhon amader bhoye chilo je keu amader dekhe na neye. Amra kono din ei sab privacy te korini. Tai ami chaee je amra hotelere ghore jai tate amader puro puri privacy pabo.” Ami eto ta bole chup kore gelam aar didir dike dekhte laglam je didi kichu boluk. Didi kichu bollo na dekhe ami abar didi ke bollam, “eibar tumi ki chao?” Didi takhon amake bollo, “tar mane tui amake hoteler ghore niye giye amake bhalo kore chunte chas. Amar mayee duto chuste parish aar amar payer modheye hath dhukiye maza nite chas.” “Didi tumi ekdom theek bolcho. Ami jakhone toamr gaye hath lagaye takhon kono privacy na thakate amader rukhe jete hoye. Ajjker cinema halle dekho na ki holo,” ami didi ke bujhiye bollam.
Didi amake bollo, “tui amake bhalo bhabe bina bhoye chunte chas. Amar mayee tipte chas, chuste chas aar amar du payer modheye hath dhukiye angul diye maza korte chas?” Takhon ami ektu birokto hoye bollam, “haan, tumi ekdom theek bolcho. Aar jani tumio eita korte chao.” Didi kichu bollo na aar ami didir chup kore thaka ta didir sammati bhebe khushi holam. Didi khanik pore amake bollo, “hoteler ghore tor jaowa mane sab kaj, mane aar ja ja baki ache, amra korbo?” Ami takhon didi ke bojhalam, “haan, kintu jadii chao. Tumi jodi na chao to amra kichu korbo na.” Didi pher bollo, “ami jani na Bablu, eta anek baro risk hochche.” Ami abar didi ke bollam, “are baba, jodi tumi na chao to amra kichu korbo na. Amra tai korbo ja tumi chaibe. Kintu privacy te gele amar kintu tomar mayee gulo chaee. Ami ogulo ke tipbo, chusbo.” Ami bujhte parchilam je didio chai je kno privacy te giye ami tar mayee gulo niye khela kori aar tar guude hath lagiye, angul dhukiye anado kori. Takhon didi amake bollo, “ami kichu bujhte parchi na. Tobe eta theek je ami ekhon bari jete chai na.” Ami bujhlam je didi amar songe hoteler ghore jete chai. Tai ami didi ke ektu jor diye bollam, “chalo amra hotele jayee.” Amar katha sune didi amar songe hoteler janno cholte shuru korlo.
Didi amar songe hotele jete razi hoyate ami khoob khushi hoye gelam aar taratari didi ke niye hoteler dike hantte laglam. Ami eto ta bujhte parchilam je didi amake diye mijer mayee aar guud ta bhalo chonate chai aar chata te chai aa hoyeto pore amake diye nijer chodate chai. Ei sab bhabte bhabte amar laura ta khara hote laglo. Ami mone mone bhabchilam je aaj ami didi ke puro puri nengto kore tar mayee aar guud chudbo aar tar take chudbo. Ami bhishon khushi chilam aar garam hochhillam. Ami jantam je cinema haller kache emon duto teente hotel ache jekhane ghar ghanta hisebe pao jaye. Amar bondhura aage oi hotele nijer meye bandhobider niye geche. Ami sei hotel gulor modheye ekta hotele didi ke niye gelam aar receptionte giye katha bole banano nam aar address likhiye dilam aar ghore bhara tao diye dilam. Tarpor hoteler attendent amader ekta ghore paunche dilo. Jei attendent chole gelo ami uthe ghorer darja bhalo kore bondo kore dilam. Pher sab jalna gulo halo check korlam aar tate parda gulo bhalo koretene dilam. Etokhon didi ghorer majhkhane danriye danriye amake dekhchilo. Didi kichu bujhte parchilo na aar chupchap danriye chilo. Tar por ami ghorer attach bathroome gelam aar bathroomer light ta jaliye bathroomer darja ta adhek ta bando kore dilam. Bathroomer light thakate ghore besh light aschilo. Tarpor ami ghorer light ta off kore dilam. Didi eibar aram kore ghorer bichanar kone boshe porlo. Ghore ligt kam chilo kintu amra ek dujon ke bhalo bhabe dekhte pachhillam. Ami tar por amar shirter botam gulo aste aste khulte laglam aar didi ke bollam, “didi, tumio nijer kapor chopr khule nao.” Ami bhabchillam je didi amake kapor khulte dekhe nije theke kapor khule debe. Didi amar dekh dekhi nijer kapor khulte shuru kore dilo. Ami jeyee amar pant ta khule phellam to dekhlam je didi nijer bra aar panty ta khulche. Panty ta khule eibar didi amr samne ekdom nengto hoye gelo. Ami bujhte parlam je didi aajke amake diye nijer guud chodabe. Ami dhire dhire bichana diker egote laglam aar giye didir kache boshe porlam. Bichanate boshe ami didi ke joriye dhorlam aar tar por didi ke amar du payer majhkhane danr koriye dilam.
Ghorer halka alo te ami amar nengto didi ke bhalo dekhte laglam. Aajke ami prothom bar didir mayee gulo ke khola obostate dekhchillam. Ami aaj obdi didir mayee gulo kaporer oopor theke chustam aar suyog pele ektu kapor ta hotiye mayee chustam. Aajke prothom bar didi baro baro mayee dekhe amar to laura ta ekdom khara hoye gelo aar tar chenda theke ras berote laglo. Didir baro baro mayee, patla komor aar bhari bhari pacha gulo ke nengto dekhe amar to obostha khoob kharab hoye gelo. Ami aste kore amar hath ta bariye didi mayeer oopor bolate laglam aar aste aste tipte laglam. "Didi tomar mayee gulo bhison sundor. Koto narom tabuo khara khara hoye ache aar kato molayam” ami didir mayee tipte tipte bollam. Didi amar katha sune muchkee hansi hense dilo ar nijer hath ta uthiye mar du kandhe rekhe dilo. Ami kakhono kakhono neeche jhunke didir mayeer bonta gulo te chumu khachhillam. Khanik pore ami didir ekta bonta amar mukhe niye chuste laglam aar amar bonta chosate didi ekbar kempe uthlo. Ami amar mukh ta aro khule didir mayee ta aro amar mukher betore bhore ami chuste laglam. Amar anno hath ta didir anno mayee te chilo aar ami setake dhore chatachhillam. Ami khanik pore amar hath ta neeche dike niye gelam aar didir guud ta amar mutho te bhore kaclate laglam. Guud ta kachlate kachlate ami amr ekta angul dhire kore didir guuder chenda te dhukiye dilam. Angul ta guude dhokanor por ami angul ta aste aste bhetor bar korte laglam. Ami bujhte parchilam je aaj didi amake diye guud ta marabe.
Khanik por ami amar mukh ta didir mayee theke soriye didi ke ishara kore bichanate shute bollam. Didi amar ishara bujhe chupchap bichanate shueye porlo aar amio didir pase shuye porlam. Ami didir pase shoyar pore ami didi ke joriye nilam aar tar thont duto chuste laglam. Amar hath duto abar theke didir mayeer oopore chole gelo aar ami didir duto mayee mutho kore dhore tipte laglam aar kakhono kakhono chatlate laglam. Ekhon didir mayee tipte ba chatkate amar kono bhoye korchilo na, karon karur ashbar chilo na. Didi mayee chatkate chatkate ami didi ke bollam, “didi tomar mayee dutor kono jawabab neyee. Bhishon sundor aar khara khara mayee duto tomar. Ichchee korche je ami tomar duto mayee kheye nee.” Ami mukhta neeche kore didi mayeer ekta nipple amar mukhe bhore nilam aar setake aste aste chuste laglam. Khanik por ami amar ekta hath neeche niye giye didir guud aar tar baler songe khelte laglam. Khanikkon pore ami amar ekta angul didi guude dhukiye dilam aar setake gol gol ghorate laglam abar bhetor bar korte laglam. Lhanik khon pore didir guud theke har har kore chatchate ras berote laglo. Guuder ras chara dekhe ami bujhte parlam je eibar didir guud ta amar choda khabar janno toyree. Amio anek khon theke didir oopore chore didir guud ta chudbar janno astheer hochhillam. Ami khanik khon didir mayee aar guud niye khela korlam ar tar por ami didi gayer songe chipke gelam.
Ami kunui bhor diye didi oopore jhunke didi ke jugesh korlam, “didi tumi ready to? Balo na didi tumi ki tomar choto bhaier laurata nijer guuder bhetore dhokanor janno ready?” Takhon ami mone mone jantam je didi aaj amar bara diye nijer chodabar janno ready ache aar amake guud chudte na korte na. Didi amar katha sune amar chokhe chokh diye bollo, “Bablu, ami ki ei somaye na korte pari. Ekhon tui amar oopor chore shuye achis aar amra dujoneye ekebare nengto.” Ei bole didi hath ta bariye amar laura ta dhore nilo aar tar oopor dhire dhire hath bolate laglo. Ami ei bar didir guude angul diye dekhlam je guuder mukhta rase har har korche. Tai dekhe ami amar laura ta hath kore dhore didir guuder phutotar mukhe lagiye dilam. Guuder phuto te bara ta thektei didi Ah! Ahhhhh! Ohhhhh! Korte laglo. Ami aste kore amar komor ta nariye amar bara tar mundee ta dhire kore didir guuder phutor bhetore dhukiye dilam. Didir guud ta bhishon tight chilo kintu guud theke eto ras beruchillo je guuder bhetor bhalo bhabe pechol hoye giyechilo. Jei amar laurtar mundee ta didir guuder phuto te dhuklo, didi ekbar lafiye uthlo aar bolte laglo, “bar koreeeeee neeeee Babluuuuuuuuu, amarrrrr guudddddd taaaaaa pheteeee gabeeeeeeee. Babluuuuuuu torrrrrr lauraaaaaaa taaaaa bar koreeeeeee neeee amarrrrrrr guuddddddd thekeeeeee. Issssssssssss, haaaaaaaaaaaa, ohhhhhhhhhh maaaaaaaaa. Hai more gecheeeee. Amarrrrrrr guudddddd taaaaaaa pheteeeeeee gelooooooooo.” Ami didir thonte chumu diye bollam, “bas bas hoye geche didi, amar sona didi. Aar ektu khani shazzho karo tar por to maza aar maza.” Kintu didi barbar korte thaklo. Tar por ami didir aar kono katha na sune didir duto mayee amar du hathe dhore ekta dhakka marlam besh jore aar amar puro laura ta didir guude char char kore dhuke gelo. Didir guud theke du teen phonta rakto beriye elo. Ami amar puro laura ta didi guude dhukiye didir oopore chupchap shueye thaklam aar hath diye didir duto mayee cahtkate thaklam. Khanik khon pore didi amar talaye shueye shueye nijer komor ta oopor neeche kore narrate laglo. Ami bujhe gelam je didir guuder baytha sesh hoye geche aar ekhon didi amake diye nijer guud ra bhalo bhabe chodabar janno chatphat korche. Amio tai dekhe amar bara ta didir guud theke adekh ta bar kore abar ek jhatka diye puro ta didir guude dhukiye dilam. Didir guud ta amar laura ta ke bhalo bhabe dhore rekhe chilo aar tar janno ami bhalo bhabe thap marte parchilam na. Kintu ami rukhlam na aar amar laura ta ke didir guuder bettor bar korte laglam. Dhire ami amar chodar speed ta bariye dilam. Amar chodar speed baranor songe songe didio neech theke amar thaper songe pond tola dite thaklo. Ami bujhte parlam je didir guud ekhon besh jore jore aar ghasha thap khete chaiche amar laura theke. Ami didi ke joriye niye didir ekta mayee amar mukhe pure chuste laglam aar guuder bhetor amar laura ta diye jor jor thap marte laglam. Ekhon amar bara ta khoob bhalo bhabe didir guude dhukchilo aar berochillo. Eibar didio amake du hate joriye chumu khete khete pond tola dite dite bollo, “hai, Bablu, bhishon aram hochhe. Tui amake aro jore jore chude de. Amar mone hochhe je amar guude anek gulo pipre chole berachhe. Tui tor laurar ghasha diye oi pipre gulo ke mere de. Hai chod aro jore jore chod tor didir guud ta ke.” Ami khanik khon jore jore thapabar por didir guude laura ta dhukiye ektu bisram korte laglam. Didi takhon amake chumu khete khete bollo, “kee holo, ruke geli keno? Eibare tui amar guud ta ke bhalo bhabe chude de sona amar. Amar guuder bhetore bhishon chukunu hochhe. Amake chude de amar sona, amar manik, amar guuder raja. Ekhon aar rukhishna amake bhalo kore chod, chod amake. Amake chude chude amar guuder teshta meta.” Ami didir mayee gulo tipte tipte bollam, “didi ami ekhuni chudchi tomake. Amake ektu tomar guuder bhetor amar laurata dhukiye guuder anado ta nite dao. Ami ekhuni tomake chude chude tomar guuder sab charpoka gulo mere dichhe. Tumi aj dekhbe aaj ami tomar guud chude chude guud ta ke phatiye debo.” Didi takhon neech theke komor tola diye bollo, “charpoka gulo pore dekh jabe. Tui aage amake chude de bhalo kore. Jore hore thap mere amar guud ta tui ekhon chod shala bonchoda bhai amar. Guuder jala te ami more jachhee.” Ami takhon didi ke lamba lamba aar ghasha thap mere mere abar theke chudte laglam. Didi amar choda khete khete amake nijer char hath aar paa diye jore joriye dhorlo aar neech theke komor dite thaklo aar guud ta amake diye chodate laglo.
Ami khanik khon didi ke jore jore thapabar por didi ke jigesh korlam, “didi kemon lagche, nijer choto bhaier laurta nijer guuder bhetor niye neech theke pond tola dite?” Ami ekhon didir songe puro khule katha bilchilam aar laura ta diye didi ke chudchilam.
"Amara ei kaj ta khoob kharab korechee. Kintu ekhon amar khoob bhalo lagche, bablu. Mone hochhe je ami toke amar guude dhukiye nee” didi amake nijer joriye niye bollo.
Ami abar didi ke bhalo bhabe chodte thaklam. Khani khon pore amar mone holo je eibar amar laura ta nijer pheda bar korbe. Tai ami amar bara ta ke didir guude theke bar kore nijer hathe niye thaklam aar tatokhon dhore thaklam jatokhon na bara ta abar shanto na hoye gelo. Didio bujhte peregiyechilo je ami keno laura ta guud theke bar kore chee aar didi muchki hanshi henshe bollo, “kee holo, mal berobe naki. Tui ki amake aro chudbee. Chal eibar tarataari bhalo chude nijer laura tar pheda diye amar guud ta ke bhore de aar shanto kor nijer laurar aar amar guuder jala.”
"Didi lhanikkhon chupchap shueye thako. Beshi nara chara korle amar bara pheda chere debe” ami didi ke bollam. Khanik pore ami laurata abar theke didir guude dhukiye didi ke chudte laglam.
Didi abar guude amar laura ta niye neech theke komor chalate laglo aar amake bollo, “taratari chod amake Bablu, Amio aar beshikhon guuder jal rukhe rakte parbo na. Amaro hoye eseche. Eibar tui jato jore parish amar guud ta bhalo kore chude de aar amar guuder jal khosiye de aar nijer laurao pheda char amar guude bhetore.”
Ami didir katha sune jeyee amar chodar speed baralam, didi neech theke paa duto tule amar komor ta bhalo kore joriye nilo aar hath diye amake joriye niye neech theke komor tola dite dite amar laura ta guud ke khaote laglo. Khanik pore didi amar laura tar oopore guuder jaler fowara chere dilo aar amake mijer songe chipkiye nilo. Jal khasabar somaye didi amake elo pathare chumu khachhillo. Ami didir guuder jal khasar janno amar bara ta guuder bhetor puro ta dhukiye chupchap didir oopor shueye thaklam. Jakhon didi ektu shanto hoye gelo ami abar theke didi ke chudte laglam. Ami didi ke dhire dhire thap mere mere chud chilam. Didi amake bollo, “Bablu, kee korchis ta kee? Aar ami sei kakhon theke toke bolchee je amake jore jore thap mere amar guud mar. Amar guuder testa ekhono meteni. Tui tor lauratar gunto gulo jore jore amar guude de. Tor barar guunto gulo eto jore mar jeno amar guud aar tar songe amar jarau obdi phete jak.” Ami didi ke bollam, “didi ami ebar laurar pheda charbo. Ami amader choda chudi ta beshi someyer janno tante chai aar tai ami tomake aste aste chudchee.” Didi amar katha sune ektu muchkee henshe amake bollo, “eibare taratari chod amake aarnijer mal bar kore amar garam guude chere de. Tor laurar jal diye amar guuder testa meta. Aar tui katokhon nijer didir paa pnahk kore chudbee? Jodi mal berubar hochhe to jore jore chude pheda dhele de amar guude. Anek hoye geche amade aajker choda chudi.” Takhon ami didi ke bhalo kore joriye niye nijer songe chipkiye nilam aar komor chaliye chaliye jore jore thap marte laglam. Didi o ohhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhh, haaaaaan airakooooom hiiiiiii bhishon bhalooooo lagcheeeee aaaaaaa marrrrrrr haiiiiiiii isssssssss ceeeeeeee bolte laglo aar pond tola dite dite amar laura ta nijer guud diye theke laglo. Jakhon amar pheda porar someye ello to ami didi ke jigesh korlam, “didi kthaye pheda dhalbo. Pheda tomar guuder bhetore chari na laura ta bar anno kotahau?” Didi bolo, “are takhon dhore amar paa duto phank kore amar guud chudchees, aar ekhon jigesh korchees ki kothaye pheda charbo? Amar guuder bhetor nijar mal dhal aar mar guud ta ke shanto kor shala didi choda Bablu.” Didir katha sune amio amar laurata didi guuder bhetor puro ta dhukiye amar fowara chere dilam. Amar pheda porar songesonge didi abar theke guuder jal khasalo. Laura aar guuder jal khasabar por amar ek du jon ke nijer songe chipkiye chupchap pore thaklam aar lamba lamba saansh nite laglam. Khanik por ami laurata ke tene didir guud theke bar korlam. Laura ta berubar somaye ekta pakat kore awaj korlo aar amar netano laura ta didir guud theke beriye elo. Bara ta guud theke berubar songe songe didi bichana theke uthe bathroome chole gelo ar ami bichana te boshe royilam.
Khanik khon pore bathroom theke didi nijer guud dhueye nengto obostha te beriye elo. Ami didi ke nengto dekhe taratari bichana theke uthe didi ke joriye nilam aar chumu khete laglam aar tar duto mayee gulo ke hather modheye niye dhire dhire tipte laglam. Takhon didi amake bollo, “Bablu tor sab kaj hoye jeche ki na? Amar to sab kaj hoye geche.” Ami didi ke chumu khete khete bollam, “didi aaj ke khoob maza kara holo. Didi tumio anado peyecho?” Didi amake chumu khete khee bollo, “amar to aaj khoob bhalo legeche. Ami aage jantam je guud chodano te eto beshi maza eto beshi anando ta hole ami anek aage tor theke amar guud chudiye nitam. Chal akuno kono kich hoye neee. Amar eibar theke suyog peleye choda chudi korbo.” Amra aro khanik khom aram kore paa choriye boshe thanda holam aar amader gayer baitha kama chillam.
Ami didi ke jigesh korlam, “didi eibar ki korte chao?”
Didi amar dike chokh gol gol kore takiye amake jigesh korlo, “mane, tui ki bolte chas?”
Ami bollam, “eibare amara kothaye jabo? Amara ki er por barite bhai aar boner moton thakte parbo?”
Didi takhon amake bollo, “na Bablu, amara er pore abar theke bahi aar boner moton thakte parbo na. Amra nijer hathe bhai boner samporker darja bando kore diyechee. Amader aar pherar path neye. Tui amake didi moton dekhte parbi, amake didir moton shrodhaya korte parbi?”
“Tahole ki hobe?” Ami didi ke jigesh korlam.
“Haan, eibar thekhe tui jakhoni amake dekhbee takhon tui nijer baro didi ke dekhte parbi na. Eibar theke theke jakhoni tui amake ekhbi tui dekhte pabee ekta meyechele jake tui nengto kore nijer neecge shueiye guude laur dhukiye take tahpiyechis aar tar guude nijer mal dhelechis. Tui dekhbi je tui amar guud chudechis. Tor mone khali ei katha mone hobe je abar obe ei meyelok ta ke abar theke nengto kore guud chudi. Kee ami theek bolchee ki na?” Didi amake chumu khete khete bollo.
“Na didi, eirakom katha noye. Tumi amar kache ekhono didi thakbe” ami didi ke bujhiye bollam.
“Achha, tui ekhono amake nijer baro didi manbee? Kintu ami jani je tui aaj ker por khali bhabee je kata baro chodane magi hochhe ei meye cheleta. Ei meye ta ke chude khoob maza esheche” didi abar theke amake bollo.
“Na didi, tomar dibbee, ami eirakom bhabo na” ami didi ke bollam.
“Na, ami jani je tui ajjker por theke theek ei katha tai bhabee. Obishee tor bhabate amar kichu eshe jabe na. Tobe eitai sattee je aaj theke amar aar tor majhe khali ei sambandho ta theke jabe. Tui aaj amake ek bar chudechees aar tui abar amake chudte chaibee. Tar oopore amio tor kach theke abar theke choda khabar janno uniye thakbo” didi amake bojhate laglo.
“Are tumi amake diye abar theke guud chodate chao, tumi jakhon chaibe amake toyree pabe. Ami sab somaye tomar guude amar laura ta dhokabar janno prastuut thakbo” ami didir chokhe chokh rekhe bollam.
Didi takhon henshe bollo, “haan, eta sattee je ami tor theke abar theke choda khete chaee. Ami jakhon suyog pabo puropuri nengto hoye tor laura ta amar guude nite chaee. Aar eto theek je tuio amake abar theke chudte chas” didi amake bollo.
Ami didi ke abar theke jigesh korlam, “didi rta ki sattee je tumi abar theke amake diye tomar guud chodate chao? Obishee ami to tomake sab samaye chudte chaee.”
“Na Bablu, eta hote pare na. Amra sab someye choda chudi korte pari na. Kintu jakhon syog hobe ami abar theke tor bara ta amar guude bhorte chaee” didi amake chokh mere bollo.
Amra aro khanik khon hoteler ghore bose thaklam aarami didir mayye aar guud niye khela korlam. Tar por amara hotel theke beriye bari chole elam. Sedinkar por theke amader choda chudi shuru hoye gelo. Didi jate amar choda khete khete pet na hoye jaye tar janno lukiye lukiye contraceptive nite laglo. Amara jakhon suyog petam amra choda chudi kortam. Kakhono kakhono amar ek dine du ki teem bar choda chudi kortam. Amader jar garmi uthto se annor kache giye take chudto ba chudiye nito.
Dhire dhire didi khoob chodon baj magi hoye gelo. Jakhon ami didi ke chodbar ichche hoto aar bichanate shuete aram kore choda chudi karar suyog thakto na takhon ami didi ke niye palong, table ba dewaler songe jhunkiye ditam aar pechon theke sari ba skirt ta tule panty ta nabiye amar laura ta didir gude bhore ditam aar thap mere mere didir guuder jal khasatam aar amar laura tar pheda guude dhaltam. Jakhon didir period hoto takhon didi suyog bujhe amar laura ta nijer mikhe dhukiye bara ta ke chuse dito aar sab pheda gulo gat gat kore gile kheye nito. Amader pratibeshi aar amader barir lokra janto je amara sudhu bhai aar bon kintu amader jakhoni suyog hoto to amra amader bara aar guuder milon ghotiye ditam aar bhalo kore coda chudi kortam aar didir guuder gatto ta amar pheda diye bhoriye ditam. Amader din gulo ei rakom bhabe aram se kete gachhillo aar didio guud chodate aar laura chuste ekdom prabeen hoye giyechillo. Kakhono kakhono didi eto guud marate eto pagol hoye jeto je didi amake taka diye bolto, “chal Bablu amra kono hotele giye choda chudi kore ashee.” Amra hotele giye didi aage amake nengto korto tar por nije nengto hoye amake diye nijer guud bhalo kore chosato aar chodato. Amio didir paa duto phank kore aram kore didir guude laura dhukiye didir guud chudtam.
Ek din maa amader partibeshir barite kono pujo te giyechilo aar didi aar ami barite ekla chilam aar amara palonge bichnar oopor aram kore nengto hoye choda chudi korchilam. Didi bichanate shueye tar char hath paa diye amake dhore rekhechillo aar neech komor tola dite dite amar laura ta nijer guud diye khachhillo. Ami amar du hathe didi dabka mayee duto muthor bhetore bhore didir guude gadan dichhillam. Amra jantan je pratibeshir bari theke praye du teen ghabte pore asbe aar tai amara moner sukhe chudchilam aar chodachillam. Khanik khon didi amar neeche shueye thap khabar pore didi amake bollom “Bablu, eibar tui bichanate chit hoye shueye por aar ami tor oopor chore toke chudbo. Tor lauratar oopor shoole gantha hoye boshbo. Ami didir katha moton amar laura ta didir guud theke bar kore bichanate chit hoye shueye porlam aar didi songe songe amar oopor du dike paa kore boshe porlo. Tar por didi amar khara bara ta nijer hathe kore dhore guuder mukhe lagiye ekta halka thap mere addek ta laura guud dhukiye nilo. Tar por amar oopor bhalo kore guchiye boshe duto hath amar mathar du dike rekhe amake thap marte laglo aar ami neeche shueye shueye didi mayee duto amar hath niye chatkate laglam. Didi oopor theke nijer bhari bhari pacha duliye duliye amake chudchilo aar bolchilo, “Bablu re khoob bhalo lagche. Satte tor laura ta ggude niye ami to swarge chole jachhee. Tor laura ta eto lamba je seta amar jarau te thokor marche. Ohhhhh Ahhhhhh mone hochee je ami tor didi noye ami tor kena bandee, tor rand. Chod chod amake tala theke thap mar aar amar guud ta aaj ke chude chude phatiye de.“ Ami didir komor ta amar du hathe dhore neech theke jhatka mre mere didir guud ta ke chudte laglam. Didi oopor theke amake thap marte marte bollo, “Bablu, jadi kakhono choda chudir Olympic Hoye to tui medal pabee. Tui je bhabe amake chudchis komor tola diye ami to ami jekono meye tot samne guud jhule shueye porbe. Ne chal anek hoyeche abar bhalo koe thapa to amake. Amar guud bodh hoye ebar jal khasabe.” Didi amar oopre bose thakate didir peeth ta darzar dike chilo aar ami darzar dike dekhte parchilam na. Amra ek bare janowarer moto choda chudi korchilam. Amader choda chudi anek khon cholchilo bole eibar amra laurar aar guuder jal charar mukhe chilam. Amra bujhte parinee jekakhon ma darza ta khule ghorer bgetore eshe amader chodon lila dekhchilo. Jakhon ami aar didi choda chudi korte korte laurar aar guuder jal khosiye dilam takhon maa amader bollo, “hai bhagowan, tora dujone mile kee korchis?”
Ami aar didi chomke gelam aar tar pore ami aar didi lajja te ek dujon ke chipkiye nilam. Ami amar matha ta ektu uthiye dekhlam je maa ghore bhetore darzar kache danriye ache aar darza bhetor theke bando ache. Maar chokh duto aar puro mukhta ragete lal lal hoye ache aar maar sara shorir ta kampche. Khanik por maa ek jhatka diye maa pechone ghure gelo aar paa patke patke nijer ghore giye darza ta bando kore nilo.
Maa chole jabar por didi nengto obostha te amar oopor shueye shueye kandte laglo. Ami didir choole hath bolate bolate didi ke bollam, “didi, ja habar ta hoye geche. Ekhun tumi kanna bado karo aar amake bhabte dao je amader ki korte hobe." Didi kante kante bollo, “Bablu ami eibar theke maar samne kemon bhabe danrabo? Maa amader kakhono maff korbe na.” Ami didi ke shantona dite dite bollam, “didi, tumi kono chinta koro na. Ami ektu pore maar songe katha bolbo.” Amar katha sune didi nijer kanna bado korlo aar amar oopor theke uthe amar pashe boshe porlo. Didi amar pashe boshteyee ami didir guud ta dekhte pelam. Eisomaye didir guud ta amar laurar guntoo khete khete besh phola phola lagchilo aar tar phuto theke amar laurar aar didir guuder raser mixture gulo aste aste beruchilo. Didi khanik pore bichana theke uthe matite danralo. Didir pa duto amar choda khete khete ekuno kampchillo tobuo didi aste aste jekhane tar kapor chopo gulo chilo hente gelo. Didi kono rakome nijer kapor gulo pore kono rakome ghar chere chole gelo. Pher ami maa songe kee katha bolte hobe bhabte lahlam. Khanik pore ami amar kapor pore maar songe katha bolte maar ghorer dike gelam. Maar ghorer darza bando chilo dekhe ami aste aste khat khatate laglam. Maa bhetor theke bollo, “darza khola ache bhetore chole aaye.” Ami maar ghorer darza ta khule ghorer bhetore dhuke gelam.
Mashimar Ras Bhara Gud
This incident happened a few months ago and from then I have changed my opinion about middle aged women leading apparently satisfying lives having a happy family. I am Raja, 24 in age and live in Calcutta. I have a friend named Shyam who is from a rich family. We have been friends from college days and now both of us are in our respective jobs. While I got a job in my city, my friend took a job in Hyderabad.
His parents stay in Calcutta. His mom is about 45 and dad 61 having his own business. Due to his business uncle (Shyam’s dad) would be very busy the whole day and at times used to stay out of town for days. Polly aunty (his mom) is a housewife and like a typical bengali woman kind of conservative, or so I thought till the incidents started happening. Since she was mostly alone I would at times go to her home to chat with her for a few hours. She was very friendly with me. However there were certain peculiarities about her that at times embarrassed me.
Like when we were in college and I used to go his home for studies she would usually be in a sari and blouse. But more often than not her blouse would be torn from some place or the other and when she would lift her arms in front of me I could see her hairy armpits or her back peeking out from the torn part. At times when she would sit in such a fashion in her chair her sari would fall from her blouse and I could see her boobs peeking out. She would not even make any effort to cover her blouse and continue sitting like that in our presence. All this made me feel embarrassed. Still I never thought about her sexually.
Now let me describe Polly aunty. She is 45 and like typical bengali women is a bit on the plump side with quite a wide ass and 40 size boobs. At times I had felt that she is not wearing any bra underneath as her boobs swayed when she moved. In some way she was sexy. One day I thought of paying her a visit to chat for some time. I went to her home and started chatting. The subject of her gaining weight came and she said that she exercised a bit but that was not sufficient. She also said that after her son (my friend) went to Hyderabad she feels very lonely and does not feel like doing anything and so does not exercise very regularly. She looked at me and asked me if I exercised and I said yes. Suddenly our talk took such a turn that I started feeling embarrassed .
Aunty asked, “tumi nischaii jakhon exercise karo takhon panter bhetare khoob tight underwear paro. Tomake exercise samaye nijer jantor ke khoob bhalo kore bendhe aar bhalo kore banchiye rakhte hobe ta na hole okhne chot lagte pare.” I was a bit embarrassed and said yes that I wear underwear. Aunty said, “tumi sab samaye tight underwear para koro jate tomar janatar pati theek bhave payer majhkhane fit hoe thake. Saijanya jakhoni tomar underwearer elastic dhile hoejabe takhoni tumi nijer underwear palte phelbe.” Mashima abar bollo, “aie jannye ami amar cheler pratee khoob kara nazar rakhee aar jakhon darker hoe ami tar janna natun underwear kine amar samne oke parte boli aar jakhan Shaym underwear palte phele ami takhon nije underwaerer samne hath lagie dekhi je tar jantor pati sab theek ache kina aar theek bhave payer majhe fit hoeche kina.”
I smiled and said, “Oh! Mashima, tumi akhono Shaymer underwearer samne hath lagiye dekho je Shayamer jantor pati theek ache kina? Shayam to aknon anek baro hoe gache, tumki akhono oke ekta choto bachha bhavo? Aunty smiled and said, “Na sona o to amar chele aar ami oke jamon khushi dekhte paari. Ami to or shob kichu dekhechi. Ami to or jonno pocket ola jangia kini aar tarpor o pore shamne ashle oi pocket e hath dhukiye or hos pipe take bar kore niye ashi shei pocket diye dekhar jonno je pocket theke hishi korar jonno hose take thik kore baar korte parche kina. Ebar bol tor ma ki toke erom kore dekhe na? I said, “tar mane tumi nijer hate kore Shaymer hos pipe dhore dekho je tar hos pipe theek bhave underwear theke ber hoe kina. Shaym kichu bole na? Ami to lajjaye more jetam.” “Dur boka chele, ami to Shyam ke kato bar bathroome niye giye or hos pipe dhore hisi kariye dee, amar ba Shyamer kono lajja lagena” aunty told me with a naughty smile. I was astonished with aunty’s statement and said to her, “babare amar to sune lajja lagche ar tomar ba Shyamer kono lajja karena?” “Ete abar lajjar ki ache? Keno tor ma bujhi toke bathroome niye giue hisi karae na?” Aunty asked me again.
I, “Na kakhono noye, ami amar ma ke amar sange aye sab kakhono karte debon na, amar bhishan lajja karbe. Ar mashima, tumi ekhono Shyamer ahhhhh nunu dharo ar dekho?
Aunty, “O amar sona, tumi jano na je tumi tomar kach theke ki ki pacco na. Amar sona tumi jano na je maara tader cheler janno ki bhalo aar ki kharab sab jane aar maara tader cheleder sab jinish bhalo kore bujhye daye aar maa der bojhano poree jibone khub kaj daye.” Aunty continued, “ami to or hose pipe ta ke majhe majhe check kore dekhi thik kore clean korche kina. O to lojjaa payee na ekdum. Ami oke ek ek samay bathroome giye langto hoye darate boli chaan koranor jonno. Takhon o langto hoye nijer kaalo hose pipe take du payer majhe jhuliye wait kore. Ami giye oke chaan koriye diye tarpor or pipe ta clean kore di aar tate or dushtu hose ta shokto hoe dariye pore. Tarppor ami ote cream ba baby oil lagiye di. Or kokhono chulkani hole okhane amake diye ointment lagiye dite bole. Abar amar jakhon khoob icchhe hoe takah ami amar cheler hose pipe niye khoob khela kari aar jakhon ota shakto hoe jaye takhan ami ota dhore khoob naraee aar tatae ota theke khoob garhoo garhoo shada jelly moto mal ber hoe. Amara khoob open ei bishoye. Aar ekta jinish tor nunu ke kakhono nunu bolbi na otake dhon, bara, lauda bolbi. Bujhee boka chele?”
I was now getting excited with her usage of terms and descriptions. Aunty continued, “Tora chelera bhabish amra mara kichu jani na. Tor nischoyee raate nije theke maal beriye jae. Shyamer ber hoe kintu o bhabe ami jani na. tor o maal beroy nischoyee.”
I was very embarrassed and said, “Haan, rate nije theke kakhono kakhono amar mal bar hoe. Tabe ami sakal sakal uthe amar pant aar bichanar chador dhue dee jate ki amar maa na jante pare.” Aunty, “dekhlee to, ami bole chilam. Tumi bhabo je tomar maa kichhu jane na kitnu ami jani je tomar maa sab kichu jane, Are boka chele tuee janish na je jakhon tue nijer pant aar bichanar chador dhue dis takhono pant aar chadore tor maler dag roe jaye. Aar oi dag dekhle maara bujhe jaye je tar cheler dhon thek rate fada poreche. Kintu tui amake bol je rate tor ki roj mal ber hoe?”
I said, “na, roj rate amar nunu theke mal bar hoe na, han jakhon ami amar nunu niye khela karina takhon rate amar nunu theke mal bar hoe aar amar pant bhuje jaye.” I suddenly realised that I have told her that I had wet dreams if I did not masturbate on a day and so stopped. Aunty grew interested and though she knew what I was going to say she asked, “tui tor bara niye kamon kore khela karis? Tui ki nijer bara khechis? I said, “Mashima, tumi amake aie sab keno jigesh karcho? Amar khub lajja lagche.”
Aunty came nearer and putting a hand over my shoulder said, “bol, make sab kichu bol. Ete kno kichur lajja neyii. Ami jani aar porechi je nijer bara niye sab chelera khela kore, ete lajjar kichu neye. Ami to tor maa moto, ami toke ja kushi jiggesh korte pari aar tuio amake jakushi jiggesh korte parish.”
I thought that I couldn’t escape her and so said, “han ami amar bara khenchee aar tokhon amar bara theke mal bar hoe aar tar por aar rate amar panat bhejena.”
Aunty, “Tui ki tor bara ta niye roj khelish?”
I, “han, mashima. Ami praye roz ek bar kore amar bara khenchee kintu kono kono din ami du bar ba teen bar khenchee. Ta nahole amar pant rate nongra hoe jaye.”
Aunty, “Baap re tui roj du teen bar kore maal phelish? Tor ki shob bar maal ber hoe?”
I, “Haan, ami jato bar bara khenchee motamuti shob bar e bar hoe taube ek ekbar hoeto khub kom berolo ba berolo na. Tate kono problem nei to?”
Aunty, “theek ache, toke kichhu samay dite hobe abar theke mal banate. Jakhon tor maler sab stock sheh hoe jaye tokhon anek kam mal bar hoe, tate kichuu hoe na. Kno chintar byapar noe.” Aunty continued, “Shayam kintu kakhono bara khenche na.” I said, “Shayam bara khenche na tumi janle kikore? Oki tomake dekhiye dekhiye bara nariye nariye nijer mal bar korbe?”
By now I had a growing problem inside my pants. Aunty continued, “Bara take thik rakhte hoe shob samay. Jakhon tor kakur sathe amar biye holo ami bhablam onar sathe khoob anando korbo, jauboner mauja lutbo kenona ona ke khoob strong dekhte aar amar che boyes beshi bole bhablam je o hoeto onek kichu janbe choda chudi nie. Accha tui choda chudi kake bole janish to?”
Aunty’s use of the word lovemaking made a shiver run through my body and now my dick was standing in full attention.
Aunty continued, “kintu biyer por dekhi tor kakur bara ta chotto. Tao chole jeto ar amra khoob choda chudi kortam biyer kichu mas por obdi. Tarpor tor kaku busy hoe gelo ar amader choda chudi praye bondho hoe gelo. Ar or dhon ta shokto hoto na. Ami or dhon ta niye kheltam shokto korar jonno, kintu tarpor e ota abar pore jeto. Or jakhon amar gud chodar icche hoto amar shaya ar sari komor abdi tule nijer choto dhon ta bar kore amar guder bhetor dhukiye 5 minute e maal phele ghumiye porto. O chodar different style gulo janto na. Tarpor to Shyam janmalo ar o ekdum amake choda bandho kore dilo. Pore janlam je chotobelaye or infection hoto dhone jar jonno orkhom problem chilo.”
I didn’t know what to say and kept quiet. She seemed to be reflecting on something and then she spoke up, “Tahole tui kichu bujhlee, je keno nijer health aar jantorer health theek thak rakha uchit? Ebar tui amake bal, tui ki tor nijer heath aar toe jantorer health thik thak rachis?” She asked this while pointing to my dick under my pants.
I wanted to tell her that I had a good sized pole because of her use of the word little thing. I said, “han mashima, ami amar jantortake roj khob bhalo kore dhuii. Mashima, amar jantor ta praye sare aath inchi lamba. Tomar ki mone hoe eta thik lamba hochhe?”
Aunty gasped at the mention of my length and said, “Ami toke ekhuni bollam je tui tor ota ke nunu ba jantor balbi na. Otar bhalo nam hocche bara na dhon. Ar ami bishaas korte parchi na je tor dhon ta oto boro. Dekhte de tahole bujhbo.”
While saying this she moved her hand on my pants and quickly grabbing it squeezed it. By now I was sure that she wanted to fuck me and so I played ball because by now I was too aroused to step back. She pressed it a few times and said, “opor theke to khoob bhalo mone hochhee, tabe amake tor dhonta khule dekha. Chal uthe dara ar puro puri nangto hoeja.” I quickly stood up and aunty started to unbuckle my pants. In a moment she had me stripped down to just my briefs. Since I was already erect and pre cum was leaking for sometime the front was wet and aunty smiled at it. She said, “Partho, tor janghiyar bhetre ki rekhechis. Amar mone hocche je tor dhonta ke jadi thik bhave na ador kara hoe to ota tor underewear chinre debe. Aibare tui nijeke maar hate chere de aar ami tor jantortake dekhi ki korte pari. Kintu tar age chal amara sobar ghare jaee.”
The moment we got to the bedroom she pulled down my briefs and I was now standing in front of aunty totally naked. She smiled and said, “Oh tor lauda ta to daroon shundor ar sexy re. Aar ish kirom bhabe tor bara ta tatiye dariye ache aar matha dolachhe. Tui khoob excited hoe gechis mone hoe kemon kore tor dhon theke rosh bar hocchhe dekh. De baba amar hathe tor dhon ta de.”
Saying this she took my hot rod in her hands and started squeezing. The head started to leak more precum. She squeezed it some more and then reached under and grabbed my balls. She weighed them in her hands and said smilingly, “tor thole te nischoye ekhon maal bhorti. Sesh kobe hath diye khechechish? Ami aj tor shob malai ar doodh kahbo. Kire amake tor laudar ras aar malai khete dibi to?”
I said, “du din age. Kal sara dine ami samaye payee ne aar nijer bara khinchte parinee.”
Aunty looked greedily at my tool and said, “Oh tahole to tor dhon ke ekhuni shanto korte hobe. Bechara kal theke mal bar korte parenee. Ekhuni mal bar na korle tor mal abar rate bariye jabe aar nashto hobe. Acchha ekhon bhalo kore son, tui amar cheler mato aar ami ekhon toke ja ja bolbo seta maara nijer chele jakhon baro hoe tokhon bole aar bojhae. Aar ami toke ekhon ekta baro cheler moto ja ja balbo chup chap sune jabee. Aar han tui ki amar kach theke kono special jinish chas?”
I said, “mashima, ami to pooro langto ar tumi shob kapor chopor pore acho ar ami to tomar cheler moto tai amar shamne lojja ki ar amar dekhte hobe to tomar shob jinish thik thak ache kina.”
Aunty smiled and said, “Ta bol na je tui amar mai khete chash. Ta kha na amar mai tor jonno sajano roeche.”
Aunty then got rid of her sari and giving me a sexy look started to unhook her blouse. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing when she unhooked her blouse. She was wearing a white bra that hardly covered her nipples and the rest of her tits were just spilling out of the cups. She squeezed and then sexily shook them and laughed. I was overwhelmed at her size and said, “Oh! Mashima apnar mai to khoob shundor ar boro eder ke kikore oi chotto bra tar bhetore rakhen?”
Of course I didn’t require an answer and just grabbed them in my hands and squeezed them. She reached her hand below and started to play with my rod. I quickly put my mouth on one of the bra covered tits and sucked. She drew in her breath with a gasp and sighed, “Khao shona khao bhalo kore khao, amar khoob bhalo lagche.
I kept sucking one and with my other hand pressed the other one. She in her turn shifted her hand between my cock and balls. Suddenly she said that it was enough and she threw me down on the bed and jumped on me. She pressed her lips to mine and our tongues met inside our mouths. I reached to her back and unhooked the bra and pulled it away. I let go of her lips and told her to show me her boobies.
She said, “Amake request kore bol je ma tomar mai khabo nahole ami toke amar mai dobo na. shudhu amar chele amar mai niye chusbe ar khelbe.” And she laughed.
I said, “Ma ma, please amake tomar dudu dekhte dao na jekhan theke ami choto belae dudu khetam. Ma ami tomar dudu khabo amar khie peyeche.”
Aunty pulled away her bra and revealed the enormous titties. She started to tease me by shaking her tits in front of my face and quickly drawing them back as I tried to take them in my mouth. I reached up and with my hands grabbed them and pulled one of them in my mouth and started to suck it hungrily. Aunty laughed and said, “Ah! Ah! Oh! Khao khao amar sona chele khao amar mai khao, khoob choso aar chuse chuse amar maier sab doodh bar kore khe nao. Han Han airakom kore jore jore chos amar mai, ih khoob bhalo lagche. Chos sona amar, manki amar aro jore chos, jato jore paris tato jore chos.”
She then took my other hand and slowly guided it inside her petticoat and to her wet and hot pussy. It felt awesome to be feeling a woman’s pussy, who is of my mom’s age. I started to chew on her nipple and with my hand inside her I pushed at her lips and spread them and put one finger in her pussy. It was burning hot.
Aunty, by now, was enjoying all the attention I was giving her and was moaning. She looked at me with eyes filled with lust and said, “ebar ami tor dandatake chusbo.”
Saying this she got down on her knees and took my dong in her hands, parted the foreskin and licked the slit. She then put her lips on the head, which was now glistening with moisture from my pre cum and played her tongue on the tip. Oh it felt wonderful. She then took the head in her mouth and licked it. At the same time she moved her palm on my shaft and then she took the whole of me in her warm wet mouth and massaged my sack. It was awesome. Now she was steadily going up and down on my dong and looked up at me. I grabbed her head and started thrusting in her mouth. I was amazed that a woman of her culture and age could give head.
She then took out my cock and told me to lick the valley between her boobs. I grabbed her boobs and licked the valley wet. She then smiled and said, “Ebar amar dudu gulo tor doodh ar malai bar korbe chepe chepe. Shona chele amar make nijer dudu dao.”
She then took my dong between her titties and started to rub me up and down, up and down. In a few minutes I felt my seed rising and said, “Ma ma amar maal berobe. Tumi amar dudu khabe to?”
Aunty replied, “nischoi amar sona babu, Tor ma tor dandar malai kahabar janno anekkhon theke apekhha korche.” Saying this she again took my tool in her mouth and sucked me. In a few moments I was coming in gallons and she was busy drinking it. After she had squeezed out the last drop she got up and smilingly said, “Oh! Tor malai ta khete khub bhalo aar mishtee. Tor anek khani malai bar hoeche. Khoob bhalo laglo. Kintu aibar tor danda ta aar tatiye thakbe na sue porbe aar tahole tor ma kikore maza lootbe?”
I said, “Ami tomake ekhuni aar 5 minute pore maza debo.” Saying this I pulled her beside me and kissed her. It was my turn to do her. I started to nibble on her bubbies and moved my hand inside her petticoat and parting her pussy lips inserted two fingers in her fanny. In a minute she was moaning.
Now I asked, “Ma ma ami dekhbo ami jekhan theke jonmechilam. Ma ami tomar shaya ta khule tomake langto korbo. Ami tomar gud dekhte chai ma. Ami tomar mishti gud khabo ar chusbo.” Aunty got very excited with my talk and said, “Ha shona chele amar, amake udom ulongo kore de ar amar gud ta khe chushe amake aram de. Amake langto kore chod.”
I pulled away her petticoat and went down on my knees and spread her legs. Mashima amar jonno nijer pa ditto phanke kore du hate dhore amake bollo, “dekh dekh, amar son, dekh nijer maar gud dekh. Age tui bhalo kore gud dekhene tarpar ami toke kikore chudtehoe shikhiye debo. Mashimar gud dekhe to amar chokh chana bara. Mashimar gude khub kalo kalo baler jangal aar tar majhe guder chera dekha jachee. Chera jaigata khoob lal aar guder thont dutto kalo kalo. Mashimar guder bheter theke thont duto chuye chuye ras bar hochhe. Ami tar par mashimar guder opor theke baler jangal jayee hath diye hatalam, to dekhi mashimar guder kont ta tatiye danriye achee aar dup dup korche. Ami mashimar guder konte nijer angul diye narrate laglam. Konte aungul parteyee mashima lafiye uthehlo aar make jaruye ballo, “shala kont niye nara chara kprchis keno? Gud niye khela kor harmjada chel. Ami mukh nabiye mashimar gude much rakhlam. Tar par ami amar jeev bar kore mashimar gude chaliye dilam. Oh! Mashimar guder ras ki mishtee aar tar gandhotao ki sundar. Ami nijer jeev jatota jaye tatota masimar gude dhukiye mashimar gud chatte shuru korlam. Amar gud chata te mashima laphiye uthe amake bollo, “ore ki korchis haramzada chele, amar guder sab ros ki ajkeyee khe nibi? Char char amar gud char, amake to bara nijer gude dhokate ache.”
Masima neche theke nijer komor tule tule amake nijer gud khaote laglo. Kichukhon por mashima nijer hath diye nijer guder duto thont phank kore bollo, :kha amar son, jato paris aajke amar gud kheye guder sab ros kheye ne. Oh! Ahhhh! Ishhhhhh Ishhhhh bhison bhalo lagche. Ebar amar guder ros bar hobe. Tui jeev diye sab ros chete chete lha sona amar. Tor mesho koto din holo amar gude chuse dayenee. Amar khoob bhalo lagche.” Airakom bolte bolte mashima nijer guder roschere dilo aar ami sab ros gulo chete chete khe phellam.
She was whimpering like a bitch in heat and she said, “Ebar tor bara ta amar gude diye de ar amake chod madachod.” By now I was very much stiff and ready to go in. Ami mashimar katha sune amar bara take hathte dhore mashimar guder kukhe rakhlama aar tar par bara take mashimar guder mukhe ghoste laglam. Mashima choda kabad janna chat phat korte laglo aar kichukhan par amar bara nijer hathe dhore nijer gude dhukiye diye bollo, “haramzad chele, takhon theke gud khule shue achee aar tui kina khali guder opor bara ghoschis. Chal ebar amake jor jor thap mar aar make khoob kore chod.” Ami takhon ek thape amar ath inchir barata mashimar gude dhukiye dilam aar mashima oh! Oh!Ish! Ish! Ahhhhh! Kore uthlo. Er pore mashima amake nijer du hath aar diu paye ankre dhore nicher theke komar tola diye diye amat bara nijer gude bhetare nite thaklo. Ami mashimake bollam, Mashima, ki baypar, tomar gud diye to agum bar hochhe. Ar mone hochhe ami tomake chudche na tumi amake chudcho. Bapre ki bhishan bhave komor tola diye chida khaccho.” Mashima komor tola dite dite amae bollo, “haramzada chele, amar sundar gud mufte peyechis bole tui orakm achhedda kore chudchis. Shala janis ekhono ami gud khule darale anek chukri ke tekka dite pari?”
Tokhom ami mashimar duto mai amar du hate dhore mashima ke bolam, “ne gud chudani magi, ne nijer gud shamla. Ebar ami thap mere mere tor gud aaj phateye debo. Ebar bujhbee choda kake bole. Ne dhr amar thap nijer gude dhor.” Mashima amar tahp khete khete bollo, ”de na re haramzada, ami gud phank kore shue achi, mar na jato jore thap marte paris mar. Shala chudbar somay jato sab galpo jugab bhalo lagena. Shala chudte ache chod.” Amia tokhan mashimar mai duto muchriye amar komor tola diye diye mashimar gud marte laglam aar mashima make char hate paye dhore nijer komor tola dite dite choda khte laglo. Kichkhon thapabar par ami mashimar ekta mai mukhe niye chuste laglam ar dhir nijer dhon ta mashimar guder bhetor ar bayire korte laglam. Mshima amake chumu khete khete bollo, “kire tor komor ki dhore gelo? Thapa na. Bhesh tothapa chilli. Aba rukli keno?” Ami mashimar mai chuste chuste bollam, “are na mashima, amar komor dhore jayenee. Ami tomake tariye tariye chudte chahye. Taye ami dhire dhire chudchi.” “Ore baba sona amar, tui ekbar amake jor jor thap mere chudede, tarpor amake jato paris tariye tariye chudis. Ekhon ami nijer guder jalaye marchi. Oh! Bokachoda, machoda, bajjat chele, chod amake chod. Bhalo kore chod. Aajke tor bichir jato ras bhara ache sab aamr gude chude gude bhore de. Aro jore chod shala bokachoda. Dekh tor samne ami amar gud khule chit hoe shue achee tor jato jor ache tato jore jore amake chod. Chude chude aaj amar gud phatye de machoda chele.” Mashima bollo.
“Thik ache mashima, prothom round tomar ichha motan. Tarpor ami amar iccha moton tomake chudbo” ami mashimake bollam. Ebar ami komr tule yule mashimar gud chudte laglam aar hath diye mashimar mai tipte laglam. Mashima amake dhore mokor tola dite laglo. Kichukhon par ami barata ke mashimar gud bhitar puro dhukiye nijer mal mashimar gud chere dilam aar songe songe mashimao nijer guderros chere dilo.
Mal beriye jabar par amar dhon dhire dhire choto hoye gelo aar tar por mashimar gud theke beriye elo. Kichkhon ami mashimake jegesh korlam, “Mashima tumi amake diye nijer gud chodale aar sab somey tumi amake chele chele bolle keno?” Mashima takhon amake chumu kheye bollo, “dekh, ami kato din theke amar cheler banra amar gud dhokabo bole nijer gud chulke chulke marchi. Ami jakhon oke snan karaee ba jakhon oke puro pure nangto dekhee aar or banra nijer hate nee amar gud sab samaye bhuje jaye. Sabsamaye amar gud theke ras gadiye gadiye pore. Ami takhon nijer gude hoe gajar ba shasha ba kala dhukiye khechee, aar guder agun kichuta shanto kori. Aye janno aajke toke diye amar gud maralam. Amar mone hoena je ajker choda chudita amarder sheh choda chudi.”
I laughed and said, “Ma ma amar abar khide peyeche. Ami abar tomar guder raush khabo.” Mashima opend her legs and invited me to lick her pusy and said, “kha baba sona manik amar. Kha amar gud chete chuse jerakom paris gud kha. Jato paris amar gud chos. Amar gud anek theke keoo chuse deyenee. Tui ek kaj kar. Tui amar gud much de aar makeo tor banra chuste de.”
As I started licking her pussy, "Ami bhabchhi, tor songe ekta notun dhoroner choda try korbo. Ami bichhanar opore hamaguri diye thakbo. Tui amar ponder phutor thik niche guder nich ta dekhte pabi. Guder phutota thik tor samne thakbe. Tui amar pechhone danriye tor banrata amar gude dhukiye dibi." I was surprised at the new idea and was shocked at the raw language she used. Some guys in school & college did use such language in the private. But I couldn't imagine that a sober housewife like her even knew such words, not to speak of using them. At the same time, I felt quite excited at the language.
She now was on the edge of the bed in a crawling position, with her thighs spread out a bit and said, "Amar gud dekhte pachchhis?" I could see her crack and some dark hairy area just below and said "darano amake bhalo kore dekhte dao." Saying this I parted her bum cheeks first. She immediately reacted, "Ki korchhis ki? Toke gud khujte bolechhi, ponder phuto noy. Tui ki amar ponde chudbi naki?" Now I got a kick out of her language and knew how to respond.
I said, "Eto osthir hochchoo keno? Ami gud ar ponder tofat jani. Amake tomar ponder phutota ektu dekhte dao. Tarpor ami tomar gud khujbo." I looked into her crack and was delighted to see lot of dark hair around her light brown ass hole. I kissed her soft cheeks and smelled her ass hole. Wow, what a raw smell! It was so intoxicating. I lightly poked her ass hole with my tongue and she shrieked. Now I looked for her cunt and searched through the hairy area between her thighs. I found the cunt opening, which was totally wet. I parted that and I wondered how to enter my cock. She said excitedly. "Ebar thik jaygay esechhis. Okhane banra ta dhukiye dite parbi?"
I tried to push my cock without much of success for the first time. She now lifted her hip a bit and I lowered my cock. As she guided me with her hand the cock slipped into the tunnel. I realised it was difficult to hold the cock there and kept it inside with a bit of a pressure. The tunnel was soft and moist. I started pushing in & out. As I got into the rhythm I brought my hands under her torso and found her boobs. I pressed those soft mounds. Wow, what a great pleasure it was. Now she was screaming like mad, "Aro jore chod, bokachoda. Gud ta chude phatiye de." Soon we were in frenzy and the climax was so great that I felt as if I was shooting through the sky like a rocket.
After we had a clean up in the bathroom we lied down in bed, naked, our bodies touching. We were very relaxed and kept silent. I asked mashima, "Ami tomar mukhe kancha khisti shune ekebare obak hoye gechhi. Ogulo shune oboshyo ami darun kick pachhchhilam. Kintu ami bhabteo parchhina je tumi oi rokom bhasha jano." Aunty said, "Ami tor meshor kache sobkichhu shikhechhi. Biyer pore o amake ei sob kancha khisti shekhato. Prothom dike amar bichchhiri lagto. Pore chodar somoy o oi sob nongra kotha bolto are amakeo bolte bolto. Gorar dike apotti korleo, ami moja ta bujhe gelam. Oi kancha khisti gulo choday notun josh ene dito. Ekhon oboshyo choda khub kome geche ar gatanugotik hoye gechhe. Khisti korao bondho hoye gechhe. Tobu jodi kokhono mal kheye josh eshe jay, amra oi nongra kotha bole darun kick pai."
Aunty ran her fingers through my hair and said, "Toke bole bojhate parbona, aj tor kachh theke ami kotota anando ar trpti peyechhi." I told her, "Ami ajker din ta sara jibon mone rakhbo. Ei smrti ami moner modhye chrokal aral kore rakhbo."
From then it has become my habit to go and eat aunty’s pussy and fuck her to my dick’s content once or twice a week and she is always willing.
His parents stay in Calcutta. His mom is about 45 and dad 61 having his own business. Due to his business uncle (Shyam’s dad) would be very busy the whole day and at times used to stay out of town for days. Polly aunty (his mom) is a housewife and like a typical bengali woman kind of conservative, or so I thought till the incidents started happening. Since she was mostly alone I would at times go to her home to chat with her for a few hours. She was very friendly with me. However there were certain peculiarities about her that at times embarrassed me.
Like when we were in college and I used to go his home for studies she would usually be in a sari and blouse. But more often than not her blouse would be torn from some place or the other and when she would lift her arms in front of me I could see her hairy armpits or her back peeking out from the torn part. At times when she would sit in such a fashion in her chair her sari would fall from her blouse and I could see her boobs peeking out. She would not even make any effort to cover her blouse and continue sitting like that in our presence. All this made me feel embarrassed. Still I never thought about her sexually.
Now let me describe Polly aunty. She is 45 and like typical bengali women is a bit on the plump side with quite a wide ass and 40 size boobs. At times I had felt that she is not wearing any bra underneath as her boobs swayed when she moved. In some way she was sexy. One day I thought of paying her a visit to chat for some time. I went to her home and started chatting. The subject of her gaining weight came and she said that she exercised a bit but that was not sufficient. She also said that after her son (my friend) went to Hyderabad she feels very lonely and does not feel like doing anything and so does not exercise very regularly. She looked at me and asked me if I exercised and I said yes. Suddenly our talk took such a turn that I started feeling embarrassed .
Aunty asked, “tumi nischaii jakhon exercise karo takhon panter bhetare khoob tight underwear paro. Tomake exercise samaye nijer jantor ke khoob bhalo kore bendhe aar bhalo kore banchiye rakhte hobe ta na hole okhne chot lagte pare.” I was a bit embarrassed and said yes that I wear underwear. Aunty said, “tumi sab samaye tight underwear para koro jate tomar janatar pati theek bhave payer majhkhane fit hoe thake. Saijanya jakhoni tomar underwearer elastic dhile hoejabe takhoni tumi nijer underwear palte phelbe.” Mashima abar bollo, “aie jannye ami amar cheler pratee khoob kara nazar rakhee aar jakhon darker hoe ami tar janna natun underwear kine amar samne oke parte boli aar jakhan Shaym underwear palte phele ami takhon nije underwaerer samne hath lagie dekhi je tar jantor pati sab theek ache kina aar theek bhave payer majhe fit hoeche kina.”
I smiled and said, “Oh! Mashima, tumi akhono Shaymer underwearer samne hath lagiye dekho je Shayamer jantor pati theek ache kina? Shayam to aknon anek baro hoe gache, tumki akhono oke ekta choto bachha bhavo? Aunty smiled and said, “Na sona o to amar chele aar ami oke jamon khushi dekhte paari. Ami to or shob kichu dekhechi. Ami to or jonno pocket ola jangia kini aar tarpor o pore shamne ashle oi pocket e hath dhukiye or hos pipe take bar kore niye ashi shei pocket diye dekhar jonno je pocket theke hishi korar jonno hose take thik kore baar korte parche kina. Ebar bol tor ma ki toke erom kore dekhe na? I said, “tar mane tumi nijer hate kore Shaymer hos pipe dhore dekho je tar hos pipe theek bhave underwear theke ber hoe kina. Shaym kichu bole na? Ami to lajjaye more jetam.” “Dur boka chele, ami to Shyam ke kato bar bathroome niye giye or hos pipe dhore hisi kariye dee, amar ba Shyamer kono lajja lagena” aunty told me with a naughty smile. I was astonished with aunty’s statement and said to her, “babare amar to sune lajja lagche ar tomar ba Shyamer kono lajja karena?” “Ete abar lajjar ki ache? Keno tor ma bujhi toke bathroome niye giue hisi karae na?” Aunty asked me again.
I, “Na kakhono noye, ami amar ma ke amar sange aye sab kakhono karte debon na, amar bhishan lajja karbe. Ar mashima, tumi ekhono Shyamer ahhhhh nunu dharo ar dekho?
Aunty, “O amar sona, tumi jano na je tumi tomar kach theke ki ki pacco na. Amar sona tumi jano na je maara tader cheler janno ki bhalo aar ki kharab sab jane aar maara tader cheleder sab jinish bhalo kore bujhye daye aar maa der bojhano poree jibone khub kaj daye.” Aunty continued, “ami to or hose pipe ta ke majhe majhe check kore dekhi thik kore clean korche kina. O to lojjaa payee na ekdum. Ami oke ek ek samay bathroome giye langto hoye darate boli chaan koranor jonno. Takhon o langto hoye nijer kaalo hose pipe take du payer majhe jhuliye wait kore. Ami giye oke chaan koriye diye tarpor or pipe ta clean kore di aar tate or dushtu hose ta shokto hoe dariye pore. Tarppor ami ote cream ba baby oil lagiye di. Or kokhono chulkani hole okhane amake diye ointment lagiye dite bole. Abar amar jakhon khoob icchhe hoe takah ami amar cheler hose pipe niye khoob khela kari aar jakhon ota shakto hoe jaye takhan ami ota dhore khoob naraee aar tatae ota theke khoob garhoo garhoo shada jelly moto mal ber hoe. Amara khoob open ei bishoye. Aar ekta jinish tor nunu ke kakhono nunu bolbi na otake dhon, bara, lauda bolbi. Bujhee boka chele?”
I was now getting excited with her usage of terms and descriptions. Aunty continued, “Tora chelera bhabish amra mara kichu jani na. Tor nischoyee raate nije theke maal beriye jae. Shyamer ber hoe kintu o bhabe ami jani na. tor o maal beroy nischoyee.”
I was very embarrassed and said, “Haan, rate nije theke kakhono kakhono amar mal bar hoe. Tabe ami sakal sakal uthe amar pant aar bichanar chador dhue dee jate ki amar maa na jante pare.” Aunty, “dekhlee to, ami bole chilam. Tumi bhabo je tomar maa kichhu jane na kitnu ami jani je tomar maa sab kichu jane, Are boka chele tuee janish na je jakhon tue nijer pant aar bichanar chador dhue dis takhono pant aar chadore tor maler dag roe jaye. Aar oi dag dekhle maara bujhe jaye je tar cheler dhon thek rate fada poreche. Kintu tui amake bol je rate tor ki roj mal ber hoe?”
I said, “na, roj rate amar nunu theke mal bar hoe na, han jakhon ami amar nunu niye khela karina takhon rate amar nunu theke mal bar hoe aar amar pant bhuje jaye.” I suddenly realised that I have told her that I had wet dreams if I did not masturbate on a day and so stopped. Aunty grew interested and though she knew what I was going to say she asked, “tui tor bara niye kamon kore khela karis? Tui ki nijer bara khechis? I said, “Mashima, tumi amake aie sab keno jigesh karcho? Amar khub lajja lagche.”
Aunty came nearer and putting a hand over my shoulder said, “bol, make sab kichu bol. Ete kno kichur lajja neyii. Ami jani aar porechi je nijer bara niye sab chelera khela kore, ete lajjar kichu neye. Ami to tor maa moto, ami toke ja kushi jiggesh korte pari aar tuio amake jakushi jiggesh korte parish.”
I thought that I couldn’t escape her and so said, “han ami amar bara khenchee aar tokhon amar bara theke mal bar hoe aar tar por aar rate amar panat bhejena.”
Aunty, “Tui ki tor bara ta niye roj khelish?”
I, “han, mashima. Ami praye roz ek bar kore amar bara khenchee kintu kono kono din ami du bar ba teen bar khenchee. Ta nahole amar pant rate nongra hoe jaye.”
Aunty, “Baap re tui roj du teen bar kore maal phelish? Tor ki shob bar maal ber hoe?”
I, “Haan, ami jato bar bara khenchee motamuti shob bar e bar hoe taube ek ekbar hoeto khub kom berolo ba berolo na. Tate kono problem nei to?”
Aunty, “theek ache, toke kichhu samay dite hobe abar theke mal banate. Jakhon tor maler sab stock sheh hoe jaye tokhon anek kam mal bar hoe, tate kichuu hoe na. Kno chintar byapar noe.” Aunty continued, “Shayam kintu kakhono bara khenche na.” I said, “Shayam bara khenche na tumi janle kikore? Oki tomake dekhiye dekhiye bara nariye nariye nijer mal bar korbe?”
By now I had a growing problem inside my pants. Aunty continued, “Bara take thik rakhte hoe shob samay. Jakhon tor kakur sathe amar biye holo ami bhablam onar sathe khoob anando korbo, jauboner mauja lutbo kenona ona ke khoob strong dekhte aar amar che boyes beshi bole bhablam je o hoeto onek kichu janbe choda chudi nie. Accha tui choda chudi kake bole janish to?”
Aunty’s use of the word lovemaking made a shiver run through my body and now my dick was standing in full attention.
Aunty continued, “kintu biyer por dekhi tor kakur bara ta chotto. Tao chole jeto ar amra khoob choda chudi kortam biyer kichu mas por obdi. Tarpor tor kaku busy hoe gelo ar amader choda chudi praye bondho hoe gelo. Ar or dhon ta shokto hoto na. Ami or dhon ta niye kheltam shokto korar jonno, kintu tarpor e ota abar pore jeto. Or jakhon amar gud chodar icche hoto amar shaya ar sari komor abdi tule nijer choto dhon ta bar kore amar guder bhetor dhukiye 5 minute e maal phele ghumiye porto. O chodar different style gulo janto na. Tarpor to Shyam janmalo ar o ekdum amake choda bandho kore dilo. Pore janlam je chotobelaye or infection hoto dhone jar jonno orkhom problem chilo.”
I didn’t know what to say and kept quiet. She seemed to be reflecting on something and then she spoke up, “Tahole tui kichu bujhlee, je keno nijer health aar jantorer health theek thak rakha uchit? Ebar tui amake bal, tui ki tor nijer heath aar toe jantorer health thik thak rachis?” She asked this while pointing to my dick under my pants.
I wanted to tell her that I had a good sized pole because of her use of the word little thing. I said, “han mashima, ami amar jantortake roj khob bhalo kore dhuii. Mashima, amar jantor ta praye sare aath inchi lamba. Tomar ki mone hoe eta thik lamba hochhe?”
Aunty gasped at the mention of my length and said, “Ami toke ekhuni bollam je tui tor ota ke nunu ba jantor balbi na. Otar bhalo nam hocche bara na dhon. Ar ami bishaas korte parchi na je tor dhon ta oto boro. Dekhte de tahole bujhbo.”
While saying this she moved her hand on my pants and quickly grabbing it squeezed it. By now I was sure that she wanted to fuck me and so I played ball because by now I was too aroused to step back. She pressed it a few times and said, “opor theke to khoob bhalo mone hochhee, tabe amake tor dhonta khule dekha. Chal uthe dara ar puro puri nangto hoeja.” I quickly stood up and aunty started to unbuckle my pants. In a moment she had me stripped down to just my briefs. Since I was already erect and pre cum was leaking for sometime the front was wet and aunty smiled at it. She said, “Partho, tor janghiyar bhetre ki rekhechis. Amar mone hocche je tor dhonta ke jadi thik bhave na ador kara hoe to ota tor underewear chinre debe. Aibare tui nijeke maar hate chere de aar ami tor jantortake dekhi ki korte pari. Kintu tar age chal amara sobar ghare jaee.”
The moment we got to the bedroom she pulled down my briefs and I was now standing in front of aunty totally naked. She smiled and said, “Oh tor lauda ta to daroon shundor ar sexy re. Aar ish kirom bhabe tor bara ta tatiye dariye ache aar matha dolachhe. Tui khoob excited hoe gechis mone hoe kemon kore tor dhon theke rosh bar hocchhe dekh. De baba amar hathe tor dhon ta de.”
Saying this she took my hot rod in her hands and started squeezing. The head started to leak more precum. She squeezed it some more and then reached under and grabbed my balls. She weighed them in her hands and said smilingly, “tor thole te nischoye ekhon maal bhorti. Sesh kobe hath diye khechechish? Ami aj tor shob malai ar doodh kahbo. Kire amake tor laudar ras aar malai khete dibi to?”
I said, “du din age. Kal sara dine ami samaye payee ne aar nijer bara khinchte parinee.”
Aunty looked greedily at my tool and said, “Oh tahole to tor dhon ke ekhuni shanto korte hobe. Bechara kal theke mal bar korte parenee. Ekhuni mal bar na korle tor mal abar rate bariye jabe aar nashto hobe. Acchha ekhon bhalo kore son, tui amar cheler mato aar ami ekhon toke ja ja bolbo seta maara nijer chele jakhon baro hoe tokhon bole aar bojhae. Aar ami toke ekhon ekta baro cheler moto ja ja balbo chup chap sune jabee. Aar han tui ki amar kach theke kono special jinish chas?”
I said, “mashima, ami to pooro langto ar tumi shob kapor chopor pore acho ar ami to tomar cheler moto tai amar shamne lojja ki ar amar dekhte hobe to tomar shob jinish thik thak ache kina.”
Aunty smiled and said, “Ta bol na je tui amar mai khete chash. Ta kha na amar mai tor jonno sajano roeche.”
Aunty then got rid of her sari and giving me a sexy look started to unhook her blouse. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing when she unhooked her blouse. She was wearing a white bra that hardly covered her nipples and the rest of her tits were just spilling out of the cups. She squeezed and then sexily shook them and laughed. I was overwhelmed at her size and said, “Oh! Mashima apnar mai to khoob shundor ar boro eder ke kikore oi chotto bra tar bhetore rakhen?”
Of course I didn’t require an answer and just grabbed them in my hands and squeezed them. She reached her hand below and started to play with my rod. I quickly put my mouth on one of the bra covered tits and sucked. She drew in her breath with a gasp and sighed, “Khao shona khao bhalo kore khao, amar khoob bhalo lagche.
I kept sucking one and with my other hand pressed the other one. She in her turn shifted her hand between my cock and balls. Suddenly she said that it was enough and she threw me down on the bed and jumped on me. She pressed her lips to mine and our tongues met inside our mouths. I reached to her back and unhooked the bra and pulled it away. I let go of her lips and told her to show me her boobies.
She said, “Amake request kore bol je ma tomar mai khabo nahole ami toke amar mai dobo na. shudhu amar chele amar mai niye chusbe ar khelbe.” And she laughed.
I said, “Ma ma, please amake tomar dudu dekhte dao na jekhan theke ami choto belae dudu khetam. Ma ami tomar dudu khabo amar khie peyeche.”
Aunty pulled away her bra and revealed the enormous titties. She started to tease me by shaking her tits in front of my face and quickly drawing them back as I tried to take them in my mouth. I reached up and with my hands grabbed them and pulled one of them in my mouth and started to suck it hungrily. Aunty laughed and said, “Ah! Ah! Oh! Khao khao amar sona chele khao amar mai khao, khoob choso aar chuse chuse amar maier sab doodh bar kore khe nao. Han Han airakom kore jore jore chos amar mai, ih khoob bhalo lagche. Chos sona amar, manki amar aro jore chos, jato jore paris tato jore chos.”
She then took my other hand and slowly guided it inside her petticoat and to her wet and hot pussy. It felt awesome to be feeling a woman’s pussy, who is of my mom’s age. I started to chew on her nipple and with my hand inside her I pushed at her lips and spread them and put one finger in her pussy. It was burning hot.
Aunty, by now, was enjoying all the attention I was giving her and was moaning. She looked at me with eyes filled with lust and said, “ebar ami tor dandatake chusbo.”
Saying this she got down on her knees and took my dong in her hands, parted the foreskin and licked the slit. She then put her lips on the head, which was now glistening with moisture from my pre cum and played her tongue on the tip. Oh it felt wonderful. She then took the head in her mouth and licked it. At the same time she moved her palm on my shaft and then she took the whole of me in her warm wet mouth and massaged my sack. It was awesome. Now she was steadily going up and down on my dong and looked up at me. I grabbed her head and started thrusting in her mouth. I was amazed that a woman of her culture and age could give head.
She then took out my cock and told me to lick the valley between her boobs. I grabbed her boobs and licked the valley wet. She then smiled and said, “Ebar amar dudu gulo tor doodh ar malai bar korbe chepe chepe. Shona chele amar make nijer dudu dao.”
She then took my dong between her titties and started to rub me up and down, up and down. In a few minutes I felt my seed rising and said, “Ma ma amar maal berobe. Tumi amar dudu khabe to?”
Aunty replied, “nischoi amar sona babu, Tor ma tor dandar malai kahabar janno anekkhon theke apekhha korche.” Saying this she again took my tool in her mouth and sucked me. In a few moments I was coming in gallons and she was busy drinking it. After she had squeezed out the last drop she got up and smilingly said, “Oh! Tor malai ta khete khub bhalo aar mishtee. Tor anek khani malai bar hoeche. Khoob bhalo laglo. Kintu aibar tor danda ta aar tatiye thakbe na sue porbe aar tahole tor ma kikore maza lootbe?”
I said, “Ami tomake ekhuni aar 5 minute pore maza debo.” Saying this I pulled her beside me and kissed her. It was my turn to do her. I started to nibble on her bubbies and moved my hand inside her petticoat and parting her pussy lips inserted two fingers in her fanny. In a minute she was moaning.
Now I asked, “Ma ma ami dekhbo ami jekhan theke jonmechilam. Ma ami tomar shaya ta khule tomake langto korbo. Ami tomar gud dekhte chai ma. Ami tomar mishti gud khabo ar chusbo.” Aunty got very excited with my talk and said, “Ha shona chele amar, amake udom ulongo kore de ar amar gud ta khe chushe amake aram de. Amake langto kore chod.”
I pulled away her petticoat and went down on my knees and spread her legs. Mashima amar jonno nijer pa ditto phanke kore du hate dhore amake bollo, “dekh dekh, amar son, dekh nijer maar gud dekh. Age tui bhalo kore gud dekhene tarpar ami toke kikore chudtehoe shikhiye debo. Mashimar gud dekhe to amar chokh chana bara. Mashimar gude khub kalo kalo baler jangal aar tar majhe guder chera dekha jachee. Chera jaigata khoob lal aar guder thont dutto kalo kalo. Mashimar guder bheter theke thont duto chuye chuye ras bar hochhe. Ami tar par mashimar guder opor theke baler jangal jayee hath diye hatalam, to dekhi mashimar guder kont ta tatiye danriye achee aar dup dup korche. Ami mashimar guder konte nijer angul diye narrate laglam. Konte aungul parteyee mashima lafiye uthehlo aar make jaruye ballo, “shala kont niye nara chara kprchis keno? Gud niye khela kor harmjada chel. Ami mukh nabiye mashimar gude much rakhlam. Tar par ami amar jeev bar kore mashimar gude chaliye dilam. Oh! Mashimar guder ras ki mishtee aar tar gandhotao ki sundar. Ami nijer jeev jatota jaye tatota masimar gude dhukiye mashimar gud chatte shuru korlam. Amar gud chata te mashima laphiye uthe amake bollo, “ore ki korchis haramzada chele, amar guder sab ros ki ajkeyee khe nibi? Char char amar gud char, amake to bara nijer gude dhokate ache.”
Masima neche theke nijer komor tule tule amake nijer gud khaote laglo. Kichukhon por mashima nijer hath diye nijer guder duto thont phank kore bollo, :kha amar son, jato paris aajke amar gud kheye guder sab ros kheye ne. Oh! Ahhhh! Ishhhhhh Ishhhhh bhison bhalo lagche. Ebar amar guder ros bar hobe. Tui jeev diye sab ros chete chete lha sona amar. Tor mesho koto din holo amar gude chuse dayenee. Amar khoob bhalo lagche.” Airakom bolte bolte mashima nijer guder roschere dilo aar ami sab ros gulo chete chete khe phellam.
She was whimpering like a bitch in heat and she said, “Ebar tor bara ta amar gude diye de ar amake chod madachod.” By now I was very much stiff and ready to go in. Ami mashimar katha sune amar bara take hathte dhore mashimar guder kukhe rakhlama aar tar par bara take mashimar guder mukhe ghoste laglam. Mashima choda kabad janna chat phat korte laglo aar kichukhan par amar bara nijer hathe dhore nijer gude dhukiye diye bollo, “haramzad chele, takhon theke gud khule shue achee aar tui kina khali guder opor bara ghoschis. Chal ebar amake jor jor thap mar aar make khoob kore chod.” Ami takhon ek thape amar ath inchir barata mashimar gude dhukiye dilam aar mashima oh! Oh!Ish! Ish! Ahhhhh! Kore uthlo. Er pore mashima amake nijer du hath aar diu paye ankre dhore nicher theke komar tola diye diye amat bara nijer gude bhetare nite thaklo. Ami mashimake bollam, Mashima, ki baypar, tomar gud diye to agum bar hochhe. Ar mone hochhe ami tomake chudche na tumi amake chudcho. Bapre ki bhishan bhave komor tola diye chida khaccho.” Mashima komor tola dite dite amae bollo, “haramzada chele, amar sundar gud mufte peyechis bole tui orakm achhedda kore chudchis. Shala janis ekhono ami gud khule darale anek chukri ke tekka dite pari?”
Tokhom ami mashimar duto mai amar du hate dhore mashima ke bolam, “ne gud chudani magi, ne nijer gud shamla. Ebar ami thap mere mere tor gud aaj phateye debo. Ebar bujhbee choda kake bole. Ne dhr amar thap nijer gude dhor.” Mashima amar tahp khete khete bollo, ”de na re haramzada, ami gud phank kore shue achi, mar na jato jore thap marte paris mar. Shala chudbar somay jato sab galpo jugab bhalo lagena. Shala chudte ache chod.” Amia tokhan mashimar mai duto muchriye amar komor tola diye diye mashimar gud marte laglam aar mashima make char hate paye dhore nijer komor tola dite dite choda khte laglo. Kichkhon thapabar par ami mashimar ekta mai mukhe niye chuste laglam ar dhir nijer dhon ta mashimar guder bhetor ar bayire korte laglam. Mshima amake chumu khete khete bollo, “kire tor komor ki dhore gelo? Thapa na. Bhesh tothapa chilli. Aba rukli keno?” Ami mashimar mai chuste chuste bollam, “are na mashima, amar komor dhore jayenee. Ami tomake tariye tariye chudte chahye. Taye ami dhire dhire chudchi.” “Ore baba sona amar, tui ekbar amake jor jor thap mere chudede, tarpor amake jato paris tariye tariye chudis. Ekhon ami nijer guder jalaye marchi. Oh! Bokachoda, machoda, bajjat chele, chod amake chod. Bhalo kore chod. Aajke tor bichir jato ras bhara ache sab aamr gude chude gude bhore de. Aro jore chod shala bokachoda. Dekh tor samne ami amar gud khule chit hoe shue achee tor jato jor ache tato jore jore amake chod. Chude chude aaj amar gud phatye de machoda chele.” Mashima bollo.
“Thik ache mashima, prothom round tomar ichha motan. Tarpor ami amar iccha moton tomake chudbo” ami mashimake bollam. Ebar ami komr tule yule mashimar gud chudte laglam aar hath diye mashimar mai tipte laglam. Mashima amake dhore mokor tola dite laglo. Kichukhon par ami barata ke mashimar gud bhitar puro dhukiye nijer mal mashimar gud chere dilam aar songe songe mashimao nijer guderros chere dilo.
Mal beriye jabar par amar dhon dhire dhire choto hoye gelo aar tar por mashimar gud theke beriye elo. Kichkhon ami mashimake jegesh korlam, “Mashima tumi amake diye nijer gud chodale aar sab somey tumi amake chele chele bolle keno?” Mashima takhon amake chumu kheye bollo, “dekh, ami kato din theke amar cheler banra amar gud dhokabo bole nijer gud chulke chulke marchi. Ami jakhon oke snan karaee ba jakhon oke puro pure nangto dekhee aar or banra nijer hate nee amar gud sab samaye bhuje jaye. Sabsamaye amar gud theke ras gadiye gadiye pore. Ami takhon nijer gude hoe gajar ba shasha ba kala dhukiye khechee, aar guder agun kichuta shanto kori. Aye janno aajke toke diye amar gud maralam. Amar mone hoena je ajker choda chudita amarder sheh choda chudi.”
I laughed and said, “Ma ma amar abar khide peyeche. Ami abar tomar guder raush khabo.” Mashima opend her legs and invited me to lick her pusy and said, “kha baba sona manik amar. Kha amar gud chete chuse jerakom paris gud kha. Jato paris amar gud chos. Amar gud anek theke keoo chuse deyenee. Tui ek kaj kar. Tui amar gud much de aar makeo tor banra chuste de.”
As I started licking her pussy, "Ami bhabchhi, tor songe ekta notun dhoroner choda try korbo. Ami bichhanar opore hamaguri diye thakbo. Tui amar ponder phutor thik niche guder nich ta dekhte pabi. Guder phutota thik tor samne thakbe. Tui amar pechhone danriye tor banrata amar gude dhukiye dibi." I was surprised at the new idea and was shocked at the raw language she used. Some guys in school & college did use such language in the private. But I couldn't imagine that a sober housewife like her even knew such words, not to speak of using them. At the same time, I felt quite excited at the language.
She now was on the edge of the bed in a crawling position, with her thighs spread out a bit and said, "Amar gud dekhte pachchhis?" I could see her crack and some dark hairy area just below and said "darano amake bhalo kore dekhte dao." Saying this I parted her bum cheeks first. She immediately reacted, "Ki korchhis ki? Toke gud khujte bolechhi, ponder phuto noy. Tui ki amar ponde chudbi naki?" Now I got a kick out of her language and knew how to respond.
I said, "Eto osthir hochchoo keno? Ami gud ar ponder tofat jani. Amake tomar ponder phutota ektu dekhte dao. Tarpor ami tomar gud khujbo." I looked into her crack and was delighted to see lot of dark hair around her light brown ass hole. I kissed her soft cheeks and smelled her ass hole. Wow, what a raw smell! It was so intoxicating. I lightly poked her ass hole with my tongue and she shrieked. Now I looked for her cunt and searched through the hairy area between her thighs. I found the cunt opening, which was totally wet. I parted that and I wondered how to enter my cock. She said excitedly. "Ebar thik jaygay esechhis. Okhane banra ta dhukiye dite parbi?"
I tried to push my cock without much of success for the first time. She now lifted her hip a bit and I lowered my cock. As she guided me with her hand the cock slipped into the tunnel. I realised it was difficult to hold the cock there and kept it inside with a bit of a pressure. The tunnel was soft and moist. I started pushing in & out. As I got into the rhythm I brought my hands under her torso and found her boobs. I pressed those soft mounds. Wow, what a great pleasure it was. Now she was screaming like mad, "Aro jore chod, bokachoda. Gud ta chude phatiye de." Soon we were in frenzy and the climax was so great that I felt as if I was shooting through the sky like a rocket.
After we had a clean up in the bathroom we lied down in bed, naked, our bodies touching. We were very relaxed and kept silent. I asked mashima, "Ami tomar mukhe kancha khisti shune ekebare obak hoye gechhi. Ogulo shune oboshyo ami darun kick pachhchhilam. Kintu ami bhabteo parchhina je tumi oi rokom bhasha jano." Aunty said, "Ami tor meshor kache sobkichhu shikhechhi. Biyer pore o amake ei sob kancha khisti shekhato. Prothom dike amar bichchhiri lagto. Pore chodar somoy o oi sob nongra kotha bolto are amakeo bolte bolto. Gorar dike apotti korleo, ami moja ta bujhe gelam. Oi kancha khisti gulo choday notun josh ene dito. Ekhon oboshyo choda khub kome geche ar gatanugotik hoye gechhe. Khisti korao bondho hoye gechhe. Tobu jodi kokhono mal kheye josh eshe jay, amra oi nongra kotha bole darun kick pai."
Aunty ran her fingers through my hair and said, "Toke bole bojhate parbona, aj tor kachh theke ami kotota anando ar trpti peyechhi." I told her, "Ami ajker din ta sara jibon mone rakhbo. Ei smrti ami moner modhye chrokal aral kore rakhbo."
From then it has become my habit to go and eat aunty’s pussy and fuck her to my dick’s content once or twice a week and she is always willing.
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