International Sex

Amar Naam Neel, ekhon boyosh 29. Meye r Boudider proti amar durbolota onek age thekei chilo. Chotobela thekei hoi lekhaporar somoi, kingba onno konobhabe onek didi, boudi’r sathe porichoi hoyese. Amar kache sobchaite bhalo lage gondhota. Oder shorir theke alada ekta gondho ase, jeta sochorachor onno kono meyeder theke pawa jai na. Ei golpota onek din ager. Tokhon ami bcom pass kare MBA te dhuki dhuki korchi. Admission r tokhono aro mashkhanek baki. Lekha porar jonjat theke bachar jonno mama bari berate gelam. Choto mama tokhon Bangaladesh er Mymensing e thaken. Ei prothombar amar Bangaladesh jaoya. Ek kothai chomotkar jaiga. Mymensing r manush gulo sohoj sorol, temon pach nei. Sohoje mishe jawa jai. Mamader staff colony ta amader metro city a Kolkata’r bari gular moto na. Paka dalan, tiner chad. Choto choto boundary diye ghera. Oi elakata sorkari kormokorta der jonno. Mamar pasher barite tokhon himel dara thakto. Himel da’r buro ma mara jawar age cheler biye diye gesen. Boudike ami age du ekbar dekheci, Boro mishuk mohila, Jakhon onar mther in law’r treatment er janyo ora chennai eschilo takhon ami Bangalore theke giye oder thkar janyo babosta kare diechilam. Takhon onar sathe amar besh sakhyota tairi hoyechilo. Dupurer dike beshirbhag barir kortara baire thake, ginnira ranna banna seshe bhat kheye ghumai, ar choto chele meyera school e thake. Kajei ei somoitatei beshi eka eka lage. Mofosshole tokhon cable chole ashleo mama barite TV dekhar chol chilo na. Kajei ami ei somoita boddo bore hotam. Mone hoto dupurta eto boro keno? Somoi jeno kattei chai na. Amar mamato bonera tokhono college e pore. Ora bashai thakle oder sathe dustumi kore somoi katiye dewa jai. Kichu korar nei dekhe, dupure kheye deye pichoner barandai boshe asi. Barandatai besh chaya ase. Hotat chokh porlo pasher barir kol tolai. Mymensing e ekhono beshirbhag barite chapkol r chol ache. Himel da’r basha theke kol chapar awaj hocche. Nischoi boudi hobe. Ami boudike dekhar jonno choto pachiler pashe ese daralam. Ekta uchu moto jaigai daratei bujte parlam, ajke amar bhaggo bhalo. Boudi kebol snaner soronjam niye eseche. Nischoi sobe ranna banna sesh korese. Ekhon snan korbe. Chap kol tipe tipe baltite jal bhorche. Jal bhora hoye jetei, sharita khule pashe rekhe, blouse ar peticot pora abosthai jal dhalte laglo.

Aha, boudir namtai bola hoi ni. Boudir nam chilo Shormi. Ami boudi bolei daktam, kokhono Shormi di. Shormi di chilo ujjol shamla. Tobe unar hashita chilo onek shundor. Thot gula chilo bhison puru. Dekhlei chuste icche korto. Boudir shorirer dhach ta chilo onekta jowan kaler hema malinir moto. Uchu buk, bhari nitombo. Dekhlei kamre dite icche kore. Kotobar je dustumir chole boudir shorire hat diyechi tar iyatta nei. Ekdom mosrin skin, jeno keo mom diye palish kore diyese. Boudi boshe boshe snan korche. Jal bibhinno jaigai besh kaida kore dhache. Peticot ta alga kore bhitore jal dhukasse. Kaporer upor diyei sorir dolche. Ami mone mone pray korchi, boudi ektu khule khule snan koruk. Ami jekhane dariye achi, tar pashei ekta jakra gach. Kajei amake bhalo moto kheyal na korle dekhte parbe na. Edike mami bhat kheye ghum. Kajei amar kono bhoi nei. Ami besh moja kore Shormi di’r snan kora dekhsi. Boudi ekhon saban hate niyese. Aste aste ghose ghose majse. Dekhte dekhtei saban chole gelo peticot r niche. Bujte parlam boudi sosti passe na. Ebhabe ki snan kora jai? Amar bhison iccha korchilo giye unake sahajjo kori. Kintu upai nei. Saban dolte dolte boudir ki holo ke jane. Onekkhon dhore peticot r niche dan hat dhukiye rekheche. Bujte parlam, saban dolte dolte uni ekhon horny hoye porechen. Hoito bhongakur rograssen noito anguli korchen. Amar dhon baba edike pajamar niche fusche. Onekdin kono meyer shad pai ni. Ekta bihit kortei hoi. Boudi’r snan sesh hote aro 5-6 minute laglo. Tarpore besh kaida kore gamcha diye dheke dheke kapor bodlalo. Forsha dudher bhaj ar pasar besh khanikta dekhar sujog holo. Ami tokhon mone mone thik kore fellam. Ajkei sujog, aj noito kokhono noi. Ami tara tari ghor theke beriye boudider bashar sodor dorjai jore jore dhakka dite laglam. “boudi, o boudi. Ghumao naki? Utho utho.” Ektu porei dorja khule dilo boudi. Ekhono jalr chap lege ache mukhe. Bheja chul gulo gamsai pechano. Natun shari, blouse poreche. Tara hurai thik moto Porte pare ni. Bra’r ekta ongsho beriye ache. Ami hese bollam, “kigo boudi, ki korchoo?” Boudi heshe bollo, “Ei snan sharlam.” tarpore jog korlo, ” bhalo hoyese tumi esecho, amar dupurbela boddo eka eka lage. Maje maje ga chom chom kore.” Ami bollam, “ki je bolo, tomar buji bhuter bhoi ache.” Boudi besh lajuk kore hashlo. Bollo, “ta ache, tobe sobchaite beshi bhoi makorosha. Makorosha dekhle amar ga ghin ghin kore. Ar ei dupurer rode sob makorosha ghorer moddhe hete berai. Ranna ghore ekta bishal makorosha ase, ei dekho etto boro” Eta bole dui hate makoroshar ja size dekhalo, ta jodi sotti hoto tahole ta ginis book of world records e nam korto.

Ami obhoi diye bollam, “bhoi peo na boudi, ami thakte dotto dano keo tomar pashe bhirbe na, ar makorosha to nosshi.”

Boudi besh moja peyeche kothai. Khil khil kore hashte laglo. Ami ghore dhuktei dorja lagiye dilo. Amake bollo tumi bosho, ami chulta shukiye asi. Amar mathai tokhon dustu buddhi chepese. Rannaghore chole gelam. Makorsha ta khujte beshi beg pete holo na. Meatsef r pichonei pawa gelo. Dim ala besh boro shoro makorosha. Ami jantam je khub kom makoroshai bishakto hoi. Kajei ekta polithin hate pechiye khop kore dhore fellam. Beta atta pa diye chara pawar jonno chot fot korse, kintu baba tomar je palanor upai nei. Aj tumi hoccho shikarir fad. Shikar dhorte tomake bhison dorkar. Chupi chupi boudider shobar ghorer dorjar samne chole elam. Boudi dorja bhijiye rekhese. Dekhte pelam uni chul jarse ar gun gun kore ekta gaan gaise. Boudir ganer gola to besh shundor. Makorosha ta aste kore mejer upor diye chure dilam, boudi tokhon ainar dike takiye ache. Kheyal koreni. Ami abar chup chap drawing room e giye boshlam. Ektu porei ja asha koresilam tai holo, boudi chechate chechate nijer ghor theke chute beriye aslo, amio ki hoyese dekhar jonno chut dilam. Boudi amake joriye dhore bollo, “makorosha, makorosha.” ar jai kothai. Eitai to cheyesilam, ami aste aste boudir pithe hat buliye dite dite bollam, “dhur boka meye, makorosha keo bhoi pai. Ei dekho ami achi, makorosha tomar kissu korte parbe na.” Boudi tokhon ritimoto bhoye kapse. Pore jenecilam, makorosha naki or pa meye uthar chesta korchilo. Ami boudike obhoi dewar chole aste aste or shorire hat bulachi, chule hat bulassi. Boudi aste aste shanto holo. Tobe amake chere dilo na. Joriye rakhlo. Ami ar opekkha na kore or ghare aste kore chumu khelam. O sathe sathe shiure uthlo. “eki? Eki korso?” “kichuna, tomar bhoi tarachi.”

Eta bolei ami aste kore or ghare kamre dilam. Boudir hoito bhalo lagsilo, ekbar chotar chesta korlo, kintu ami tokhon sokto kore joriye rekhesi. Or shorir theke besh ekta snigdho thanda bhab amar shorire choriye jasse. Ar sei gondhota. Khub shundor kono taja fuler gondho. Emon gondho ami jibone matro tin charbar peyesi. Boudi temon badhai dilo na. Amake hoito nijer jibon bachanor jonno kritoggota bodher porichoi dilo.

Ami aste kor or mukhta dui hate dhorlam, tarpore or puru thote chumu khelam. Boudi prothome shara dilo na, hoito kono paap bodh chilo. Ektu porei shara pelam. Amar thote or dater choya. Bujte parlam, aj dupure boudi keno peticot r niche hat chaliyesilo. Onek gorom hoye ase boudi, amakei thanda korte hobe. Kisukkhon dariye dariye dujon dujonke chumu khelam. Boudir patla jibta amar mukhe pure onekkhon chushlam. Du ekta kamoro dilam jibhe. Boudi chokh bondho kore moja nicche. Bujte parlam, aj amar bhaggo bhalo. Dinta brihospotibar, amar rashite hoito tokhon brihospoti tunge chilo. Ami boudike alto kore uthiye sofa te niye gelam. Dekhte halka patla holeo boudir weight ache. Aste kore sofa te shuiye diye ami pashe mejete hatu gere boshe chumu khete laglam. Tokhon amar dan hat action e neme geche. Sharir bhitor diye, blouse r upor diye boudir bam dudhta tipchi. Jemon boro temni norom. Ekdom moida makhar moto kore pishlam. Goromer jonnoi hok, ar je karonei hok, boudi bra khule eseche. Ar jai kothai. Ami bam hattao kaje namiye dilam. Dekhte dekhte boudir mukher rong palte gelo. Galgulo lal hoye geche. Boudi je chokh bujeche, ar khulchei na. Hoito o khub moja pache. Ami aste aste blouse r huk gulo khule dilam. Sharir achol namiye nilam. Ebar boudir bishal dutu khola dudh, ar amar hat. Ar kono badha nei. Tipte laglam sokh mitiye, ar kamre kamre boudir thoter barota bajiye dilam. Boudi ekbar sudhu bollo, “aste.” Ami tokhon prai pagol hoye gesi. Ar parchilam na. Kneel down hoye thakte thakte hatu prai dhore gese. Ami uthe boshlam. Boudi ebar chokh mello. Chokhe prosno, jeno bolte chaise thamle keno. Ami ektane genji ta khule fellam. Tarpore paijamar knot ta boudir hate dhoriye dilam. Boudi kichu na bolei ek tane khule fello. Ar jai kotha. Sathe sathe amar dhonta fushe uthlo. Thik jeno black cobra. Boudi dhoner size dekhe jar poronai obak hoyese boi ki. Ami bollam, “dhore dekho.” boudi mukh fute bole fello, “ettoo boro.” ami bollam, ektu ador kore dao na boudi. Boudi tokhon du hat diye dhonta dhorlo, tarpore khanikkhon hat diye nere chere dekhlo. Bollam, “ki holo, ektu mukhe pure chushe dao na please.” boudi bollo, “chi, ghenna kore.” ami bollam, “kisher ghenna. Dao ami chushe dissi.” jei kotha sei kaj. Boudike sofai boshiye, sharisoho peticot ta komor porjonto tule dilam. Boudi kono panti pore ni. Goromer dupur, bra penty na porai sabhabik. Boudir bal gula besh shundor kore chata. Kachi diye nischoi chate. Gudta ekdom bhije jab jabe hoye ache. Ekta aste gondho cherese. Jigesh kore jante parlam, aj sokale unar mashik sesh hoyese. Ejonno uni eto horny hoye ache. Gude angul chalatei bheja gude foch kore angul ta dhuke gelo. Koyekbar anguli kortei boidi ah uh shuru kore diyeche. Are jala, ei ek angule ei abosta ar amar dhon baba gude dhukle to rokkha nei. Mashiker kotha shune ar suck korte icche korchilo na. Ami boudri du pa dui pashe shoriye, pachara sofar konai ene, nichu hoye dhonta guder mukhe set korlam. Dhoner mundita guder mukhe ghoshtei guder roshe mundi bhije gelo. Ar jai kotha. Aste aste chap ditei mathata dhuke gelo bhitore.

Kintu tarpor? Atke geche dhonta. Ordhekta moto dhukeche. Boudi boro boro chokhe nijer gude amar dhon dhukano dekhche. Bujte parlam, himelda kono kajer na. Ami boudir thai duto dui hate chepe dhore aste aste thap dite laglam. Dekhte dekhte dhonta dhuke jache boudir gude. Roshalo gudta amar dhonta ektu ektu kore gile khache jeno. Ar boudir shitkar, “aahhh oooooooohhhhhhhh aaaahhhhhhhhh ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh” Boudir shitkare amar goti aro bere gelo. Gayer jor diye thapassi. Kintu ei sofata onek nichu. Thik moto thapate parchi na. Koyekta thap ditei komor dhore gelo. Ami boudike bollam, “boudi tumi amar kole bosho.” eta bolei ami gude dhon gatha abostatei boudir sathe ashon bodol korlam. Boudi dui pa choriye amar kole boshe ache, ar ami dhon ta khara kore sofate helan diye aram kore boshlam. Boudir komorta dui hate dhore boudike gatthe laglam dhon diye. Ar boudio kom jai na, dhoner upore ritimoto proloi nritto shuru kore diyeche. Eketo gorom, tarpore ami tokhon theke boudike dekhe gorom mere achi. Dhonbaba besikkhon sojjo korte parlo na. Boudir gude mal dhele dilam. Boudi tokhono thapiye jache. Bujte parlam magike ajke jome dhoreche. Ami bollam, boudi darao darao. [email protected].