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Thursday, April 15, 2010

Ami - Kakima O Kaimar Sasuri


AUTHOR: Debosree Roy
EDITOR: Admin


Amar nam Raj, sobe madhyamik diyechi, ma-babar ekmatra chele, ma-baba dujonei doctor. Tai flat-e pray ekai thaki. Amader flat-er ekdam ulto dike kakima ebang tar sasuri thake. Kaku bideshe chakri kore, bachare ekbar ase. Dujoneri figure dekhar moto. Kakima (mina)-r bayas 25-26 hobe o tar sasurir(sumitra) bayas 46-47 hobe.


Ami kakimar bari pray jai, kakima ar tar sasurir songe golpo kori. Ekdin sakale baba- ma beriye jaoar por ekta xxx chaliye dekchi eman samay darjay kara narar sabdo. Ami chat pat t.v ar d.v.d bandho kore darja khule dekhi kakima dariye ache. Kakima amar pant-er samner dike takiye muchki hese bollo – “ki re ki korchis? Basto achis?” ami kakimar chokher dike takiye lajja peye matha nichu kore bollam-“na na ei ektu boi porchilam…..keno go?”.

Mina – tahole ekbar amader ghore ai, ma-er komor theke payer nich porjonto batha korche. Ami – tahole doctor daki. Mina – na na ektu malish kore dile thik hoye jabe, annyadin ami malish kore di, kintu ajke amar hath batha korche bole toke daklam, jodi kichu mone na koris tahole ektu malish kore dibi? Ami – are na na mone korar ki ache, tumi jao ami ghore tala diye jachhi.

Kakima abar amar uchu hoye thaka pant-er dike ek jhalak takiye muchki hese chole gelo. Ami ghore dhuke bathroom-e giye pechhab korar por amar khara bara khanikta naram hote ami ghore tala lagiye kakimar darjay toka marlam. Kakima dorja khule amake isaray bedroom-er dike jete bole, dorja bondho kore dilo. Ami bedroom-e na giye dariye roilam, kakima dorja bondho kore amake dariye thkte dekhe bollo – ki re dariye achis keno….chol..chol… ami kakimar sathe ek pa ek pa kore bedroom-e dhuklam.

Dekhi kakimar sasuri upor hoye suye ache. Amake dekhe bollo- oh tui esechis…ai ai baba….khub batha korche re…ektu malish kore de baba. Ami – ki diye malish korbo, kono tel ba malam…… Sumi amar katha thamiye diye bollo – age hath diye kor tarpor toke bolbo ki diye malish korbi. Ami giye sumitrar payer kache bose sari-sayar upor diye aste aste hatur nich porjonto malish korte laglam. Uhh ki naram payer mangso gulo, ami ayesh kore tipte laglam, ar amar bara maharaj ektu ektu kore sakto hote laglo.

Minute 2 malish korar por sumitra bollo – ore sari-saya tule malish kor, na hole aram pachhi na. Ami kanpa kanpa hathe ektu ektu kore sari saya hatu obdi tule dilam. Sumitrar sada dhabdhabe mangsolo pa duto amar samne beriye porlo. Paye cheler der mato bara bara chul. Ami bhabte laglam-jar paye eto chul tar na jani gude kato chul…iss jodi gud ta ektu dekhte petam. Ei sab katha bhabtei amar bara char char kore kache tang hoye amar barmudar samneta khocha marte laglo,

Amr kan duto-te bo bo kore sabdo hochhe, amar sara sarire ekta advut sirsirani hochhe. Amar hat duto aste aste abas hoye asche. Ami kono rakame hatu porjonto tipchi. Hathat kheyal korlam sumitra bolche – ki re kakhon theke dakchi, eto anmona hoye ki bhabchis? Ami amta amta kore bollam – na na koi kichu na to. Sumi – ami bolchi je ek jaygay na ghose ebar malish korte korte komor porjonto uthe ay,

Dekhis abar saya-sarir upor diye komor porjonto uthis na jeno, bhetore hath diyei malish kor, amar khub aram hochhe. Ar mina tui ekta kaj kor, tui ektu khani amar pith-ta malish kore de. Kakima sasurir katha mato khate uthe sasurir matha nijer kole niye, blouser upor diye sumitrar pith malish korte laglo. Edike ami aste aste saya-sarir bhetor diye amar hath chaliye sumitrar naram, mota thaite malish korte laglam.

Ami thaite malish korte korte hath diye thele aste aste saya-sari upor dike tulte laglam, kramasa sumitrar mota mota sada thai duto amar chokher samne unmukto hote laglo. Thai hath ghoste ghoste ektu upor dike tultei amar angul sumitrar birat uchu mangsolo pachay dhakka khelo, naram tultule pachay besh koyekbar hath chaliye ami kame phete giye pacha dekhar jannya saya-sari ar ektu tule dilam….sumitrar nagna pachar ardhekta amar samne beriye porlo.

Ami khub ayesh kore sumitrar thai ar pachar birat khaje hath ghoste laglam. Ami ekta ghorer modhhe malish korte korte sunte pelam kakima bolche – ma, tumi blouse ta khule felo, tahole khali pithe malish korte parbo. Ei katha sune ami malisher gati komiye oder dike takalam. Dekhlam du hate bhor diye samneta khat theke tule dhoreche ar kakima ek mone pat pat kore blouser huk gulo khulche. Ami mai dekhar lobhe malisher gati komiye oi dike cheye roilam.

Sab huk ghulo kholar hoye gele sumitra abar kakimar kole matha rekhe suye porlo, ar kakima aste aste pichon dik diye blouse khulte laglo, puro blouse ta khule nitei mai sumitrar ba diker birat manata dekhte pelam. Sumitrar sarirer chape manata bichanay ekdam chepe giye buker baire anekta beriye ache. Kakima dekhlam ekbaro amar dike na takiye ek mone pith malish korte laglo, pith malish korte korte kakimar hath sumitrar mana chuye chuye aste laglo.

Ami ebar dhire dhire sumitrar saya-sari aro ektu tule puro pachata nagno kore dilam, sumitrar nagno pacha dekhe kame amar bichi tantan kore uthlo, sumitrar pachar bara bara kalo chul gulo pachar khaje dhuke geche. Pachar khaj ta chuler jangole kalo hoye ache. Ami dhire dhire pachay hath bolate bolate pachar khaj tene putki dekhar chesta korte laglam, kintu baler jongole Dhaka putki ami dekhte pelam na.

Ami nijeke ar samlate na pere dhire dhire pukir khaje angul chalate laglam, kheyal korlam sumitrar mukh diye ekta gonganir sabdo hochhe. Ami ar ektu sahas kore pachar khaj barabar angul guder dike chaliye dilam, ekta naram tultule, harhare phola phola mangse amar angul atke gelo. Chokhe na dekheo ami bujhte parlam ota sumitrar gud. Gude angul thektei sumitra kakimar kol theke mukh tule aaaaihhhh…..ohh…ohhh… kore sitkar diye pa duto aro chorie dilo.

Pa saratei ami angul ekdam soja thele dilam. Amar angul soja sumitrar garam rasalo gude dhuke gelo. Gude angul dhuktei sumitra kame phete giye sitkar diye bole uthlo – ooohhhh…..sala khachhar kothay angul dhokali re….aaiihhhh…ehh…ehhh….ami chikar sune bhoy peye giye angul ber korar agei sumitra mota mota thai duto die amar hath chepe dhore bollo – oihhhh….sala…ahhh…rakh..rakh sala amar phutoy angul dhukiye rakh….ohh..sala khachhar dekh kothay angul dhukiyechis.

Ei bole sumitra hathat soja hoye suye porlo, amar angul takhano sumitrar guder bhitor dhokano. Sumitra khisti diye bole uthlo – sala bokachoda..ohh…sala takhan theke amar ganre hath buliye amar gude raser ban dakiye etokhhone angul dhokali…chal sala madarchod….taratari pant khol….tor akhamba diye amar gud malish kor bokachoda…. Ami ar deri na kore saya sari upore tule ditei sumitrar urboshi gud amar chokher samne…

Ami abak hoye dekhchi ki birat gud…guder bedi duto eto phola phola je baler jangol-o oder dheke rakhte pare ni. Ami ekmone gud dekhchi ar gude angul chalachhi, eman samay sumitra dhamak diye bole uthlo – oh..sala madarchod.. ki dekhchis ha kore, sala barite giye mayer gud ha kore dekhbi..chal sala bara dhukiye age amar gud santo kor….

Ami ebar gud theke angul ber kore ektane barmuda khultei amar 8” lamba 6” mota bishal barata bisri bhabe dulte laglo. Dekhi kakima ar sumitra dujonei ha kore amar barar dike cheye ache. Ami mone sahash ene jiggasa korlam – ki re khanki magi pachanda hoyeche? Ei sune sumitra ha ha kore bole uthlo – oohh..sala pachanda kire uuuffff…..sala ki laora baniyechis…isss mago…ki baro ar ki mota…ohh sala ei bayase ei bara ki kore banali re chodna…uh

Sali mina ami toke bolechilam, je salar khub chodon bai…sala phak pelei amader mai pachar duluni dekhto….oh sala nischoi magi chude chude tui ei bara baniechis… ami barar chamrata tene lal chakchake birat mundita ber korte korte bolalm – na re Sali khanki..aj-e pratham chudbo….gudmarani tor halhale gud merei amar chodar jibon suru korbo. Sumi – halhale tor mayer gud re sala gudmaranir beta….bokachoda dekh na chude…

Tor maa ke chodar theke besi aram pabi..chal sala bak bak na kore chod…chude amar gud thanda kor… ohh….sala abar katodin por amar gude bara dhukbe…aahhh Sali mina dekh Sali amar ki bhagya ei bayeshe achoda barar chodan khabo….khanki magi ha kore dekhchis ki…tuio gud keliye sue por….tor bhatarer theke eta onek baro….

Ami ar deri na kore hatu mure sumitrar du payer phake bose bara sakta kore dhore guder mukhe thekie thelte laglam kintu gude dhuklo na. Sumitra dant much khechiye bollo – anek hoyeche sala amar upore lamba hoye so..ami tor bara gude dhukiye nichhi. Ami sumitrar katha mato lamba hoye or naram sarire suye porlam, sumitra amader sarirer majhkhan diye hath dhukiye amar louha kathin barata tipe dhore guder mukhe set kore du pa diye amar komor pechiye dhore mrlo ek chap.

Phacha….atttt kore puro barata sumitrar garam rasalo gude gelo, ami sukhe sumitrar chul khamche dhore, mukhe mukh diye or patla patla thot chuste laglam, sumitrar mukh theke uummhhh…uummhh….kore gonganir sabdo hochhe. Ami chap die barata aro thele dhorlam, sumitra aro jore jore hmmm…hmm… awaj korte laglo.

Minute 5-ek oi bhabe oke chepe dhore rakhar por, sumitra jor kore amar mukh theke mukh sariye khisti diye bole uthlo – ohhh….re..sala madarchod…..oohhh…oohh…..sala khankir chele….thele thele barata amar jarayute dhukiye diyeche re….ooohhhhh….mmmaaaa….ggoooo……oh sala ki sukh…aaaaihhhh…eehhhh…eehhh…ooh…sala…madarchod ki sukh tor laorar mathay…oohh..oohh..oohh…sala tor kelata jarayute ghasa lege ki sukh dichhe re…oooiihhh…sala….ar parchi na …

Bokachoda…thapano suru kor…. Ami oi obasthay sumitra-ke chepe dhore barar gorata or guder mukhe chepe chepe ghaste laglam, sumitrar guder bara bara bal amar talpete ghasa lege darun sukh dichhilo, ami kame chat phat korte korte ek tane sumitrar anchal sariye ditei ami abak hoye gelam – amar samne birat birat sada sada duto mai, thik majhkhane duto choto kalo balay ar tar thik majhkhane duto 1.5” lamba kalo bonta. Kalo angurer mato lamba bonta duto kame khara hoye ache.

Ami kanpa kanpa hate mai duto alto kore chepe dhorla – ki naram tultule mai, amar angul gulo mai-er modhhe dhuke gelo, ami aste aste tipte tipte kakimar dike takalam, dekhi kakima saya sari upore tule dan hater madhyama diye khach khach kore gud khechche ar ba hath diye blouser upor diye nijer dabka mana pak pak kore tipche, kakimar ekdam pariskar kore kamano gud ta ras lege chak chak korche.

Ami dekhchi dekhe kakima du hath diye guder bedi duto tene bisri bhabe gudta keliye dhorlo, kakimar guder lal phutota spasta dekha jachhe. Edike sumitra kame chirbirie amake dhamak diye bole uthlo – ki re sala chodna…takhan theke gude brara these rekhe ki ganr marachhis…bokachoda thapano suru kor….amio mai duto sajore tipe dhore bollam – oi magi haramjadi….gudmarani…magi dekchis na tor khanki bouma ki bhabe amake gud keliye dekhachhe…

Ohh salir ki gud re magi….uhh Sali mina taratari sab kichu khule langto hoye amar kache ay…oohh…oohh…Sali amar katodiner ichha magi tor oi rasalo gude bara deoar…. Ami ei bole sumitrar mai mayda thasa korte korte komor kheliye thapano suru korlam. Thapano suru kortei sumitra prachanda sukhe du hath mathar upor tule chadar khamche dhore oohh…oohh…oohhh..ooh.. sala ki such…aaaihhh…eh eh… mago katodin por gude barar thap kachhi .. aiihhh…sala mar mar sala mere gud phatiye de….

Sumitrar bagol bhorti kalo baler jangal dekhe ami ar thakte na pere bagoler chul khamche dhore bollam – oihh…Sali…gudmarani..isss..magi kato chul re Sali tor bagole… Sumitra – aahhh..sala damna bachha uuhhh…mago tanis ni re omni kore… uhh sala lagche re….. ami bagoler chul khamchano bandho kore, bagoler chule hath bolate bolate or ekta bonta mukhe niye thapate suru korlam.

Odike kakima sab kichu khule langto hoye gud khachate khachate sumitrar pase suye ekta bonta mukhe pure chuste suru korlo, ami kakimake isara korte kakima dan hate bhor diye kat hoye sue ba hath diye sumitrar mai mayda dala korte korte ba pa ta phaka kore gud ta keliye dhorlo. Amio ar deri na kore dan hater madhyama kakimar urboshi gude dhukiye dilam.

Kakimar guder garame angul jeno pure jabe mone holo, prachanda kame kakimar gudta khap khap kore angulta kamre dhorche ar guder bhetor theke har har kore ras beriye asche. Ami ba hath diye sumitrar dan bagoler chule hath bolate bolate thapate thaklam. Sumitra ba hath bariye kakimar chuler muti dhore tene kakimar birat mana duto nijer mukhe chepe dhore gongate gongate bole uthlo – ooorree…oohh..oohh..sala uuhhh….

Ki sukh…aaihh.. eh eh..sala thapa thapa …..oohh…oohh…chod chod sala aro jore jore chod..iss mago….ki darun laora re tor….. Ami – kha magi kato thap khabi kha…ohh.. Sali ki gud baniyechis re magi…Sali aj chude chude tor ar tor boumar gud dhile kore debo….. Sumitra – tai kor na re bokachoda…ohh..sala jore jore chod na re khankir chele….tor maa ki toke chudteo sekhai ni…. Ami – keno re magi tui ki tor chele ke choda sikhiyechis naki re…..

Sumitra – ha re sala madna….amar bhatar marar por theke oi to amake chude sukh dei… Ami – Sali beta chudani…..bessya…ne magi ready ho amar thap khaoar jannya… ei bole ami komor tule khub druto thapate laglam, thaper chote paachh..pach.. fachh…fachhh…pachatt…fachhh….kore awaj hote laglo. Ebar kakima sumitrar dan diker mai tipe dhore amake isaray chuste boltei ami khap kore bonta mukhe pure cho..cho.. kore chuste arambha korlam.

Thap khete khete bontay choson portei magi dant mukh khichie kame chibirie komor tule tule bisri bhabe tal thap dite laglo. Sumitrar halhale rasalo gude barata thap thap sabde dukhte berote laglo, prachanda thapathapite khatta kanch kanch sobde dulte laglo. Khater dulunite kakimar birat birat mana duto bisri bhabe dulte dulte sumitrar gale mukhe ghasa khete laglo.

Prachanda sukhe sumitra du pa diye amar komor pechiye dhore sitkar diye bollo – oh..oh..oh..oh…uuuhhhh….ki sukh..aaihh.. eh ..eh…mar maroohh..sala aro jore jore mar….oh sala laorar gutoy amar guder jal khasbe re….thapa thapa…bokachoda aro jore jore thapa….ooiihhh….uh.. uh..uh..uh…ooohhhhh….yeahhhh….fuck….ooiihhh…mago….ar parchi na re…yeahh..yeahhh…iissss….chod..chod..aaaiihhh….eh..sala.madarchod

Ooohhhhh…sala gelo re…..ohhhh…oohhh…sala chepe dhor barata….amar gude these dhor…amar khosche…aaaihhh…mago…kato din por chudiye guder jal khalas korchi…..gelo…gelo..…aaaaihhh……madarchod ne sala dhor dhor…..tor baray guder jal dalchi….yeaahhhhhh….oohhhhh…..kore sitkar diye amake du pa diye pechiye dhore komor tule tule guder jal khalas korte laglo. Pray minute 2-ek dhore guder jal khalas kore sumitra bichanay ekdam netie sue porlo.

Amar bara takhano sumitrar gude dhokano. Edike kakima sumitrar pase chit hoye sue du hat diye gud keliye dhore amake bollo – ne sala bokachoda taratari bokachudir gud theke bara ber kore amake chod…. Oh sala takhan theke toder chodon dekhe amar guder abastha khup kharap.. ami ebar kakimake chodar jannya sumitrar gud theke tene bara ber kortei ek gada ras har har kore sumitrar gud theke beriye elo, sumitrar guder rase amar barata chak chak korche, mundita gude ghasa kheye ekdam lal hoye geche, prachanda kame barar sira gulo khub phule ache.

Ami minar du payer phake bose harhare barata dan hate sakto kore dhore minar gude thekie jore chap phachhh kore anekta minar rasalo tight gude dhuke gelo….mina uummhhh.. kore ekta sitkar diye chokh bandho kore nilo. Ami aste aste minar upore sue or khara khara birat birat mana duto du hate mayda thasa korte korte bontay chunot pakate pakate ak thape puro barata minar tight gude chalan kore dilam.

Mina – ooohhhh…maa….goooo….mere fello go…oiihh…sala ki dokali re amar gude…uuuffff…sala jemon lamba temon mota….sala amar gud phatiye dili re…Sumitra – Sali khanki magi nakamo hochhe… gudmarani amar cheler bara eto gude nieo Sali chinali marachhis keno… Mina – dhur Sali tui tor nijer gud chudie cheler barar barote bajiye diyechis.. oi gudmaranir bata tor halhale gud chude keliye gache….Sumitra – tao to Sali chele ele charis na…saradin gude bara pure sue thakis…Mina – o sala to age toke chude bichi khali kore…..

Sumitra – besh kore chode..o or nijer maa ke chode tor ki re gudmarani…Mina – amio ekhan tor samne onno chele diye gud chodachhi..tui dekh magi….ne ne sala laora choda ebar thapno suru kor….ki re sala deri korchis keno…oi magi ki tor bichi khali kore niyeche?… Ami – na re Sali gudmarani….ami toke chude jal khasie tobe bichi khali korbo…oohhh..Sali randi ki gud baniyechis re…oohh.. sala kamra kamra Sali bessya gud diye baratake kamra….

Mina – ha…ha…chod.. chod… oohhh..sala oi bhabe soie soie chod…aahhh..ki sukh dichhis…isss.. sala tor baray jadu ache re…aaaiihhhh./..eehhh…eehhh….Ami – Sali tor maa ke chudi…tor bon ke chudi…isss..Sali ki sukh tor gud mere..aihh.. oohhhh…ooohhh….Sumitra – mar mar….mere mere salir gud phatiyte de.. chude chude guder barota bajiye de….

Mina – ooiihhhh…yeaahhhhh…..off.. sala aro jore chod…komor tule tule thapa….moner sukhe thapa….chodd.. chooodddddd……chude ja….chude chude amar gud phatiye de…amar pete bachha pure de….Ami – oiihhh…ohhhh…oohhh….ne magi chepe chepe dhor….aaaiihhhh…ooohhh…sali randi….ooohhh.

Mina – ooohh sala tor laorar gutoy jarayu chire gelo re….tor birat kelata guder deyale ki darun ghasa khachh re…ooohhhh..sala chodna eman chodon kothay sikli re…. Ami – tor maa ke chude re chinal….ooohh…oohhh…Sali ki garam gud re tor….ohhh Sali barat puriye dibi naki re….ne Sali gud phaka kor…ei bole ami komor tule minar konte ghasa mere thapate suru korlam. Konte barar ghosa kheye mina kame chatphat korte korte amar thaper tale pacha tola dite laglo.

Phachattt….phachhh…pachat..phochhhh…pok..pok…pachatt..pochh.. sobde gota ghor bhore gelo. Mina – ahhhh…ki aram….ohh..sala…chod chod…jore jore chod…chude pet kore de….mai duto deshe dhore thapa…. Ore khanki magi dekhe ja chodon kake bole….Ami – kha Sali chutmarani.. kato chodon khabi kha…gud khule amar chodon kha…ki re Sali gud chudani kemon lagche amar chodon…

Mina – ahh…aahhh…ki sukh re sona. sala eta tor randir gud….tor posa mager gud…mar mar bokachoda…chude hor kore de….rakto ber kore de….amar pete bachha pure de…oohhh… sala khankir chele ki sukhh dichhis re….oohh…babago…mago….ooohh..ar parchi na go…..aaaihhhh…eehhh…eehhh…amar guder jal khasche…. Ooiiihhhhhh….ah….ah….ooohhhhhh…ooooohhhhh…….. gelo gelo….aaaahhhhhhh…ki sukhh……ei bole mina guder jol khasie dilo.

Takhano amar phada beroi ni dekhe sumitra bollo chal sala gud theke laora ber kore kheche amader mukhe tor phada phel… ami sumitrar katha mato minar gud theke bara ber kore minar mukher kache niye gelam….mina khap kore du hate amar barata dhore khachhh…khachhh…kore khachate suru korlo….ar edike sumitra amar birat birat bichi mukhe niye chuste arambha korlo….tibra sukhe amar sara sarir sirsir korte laglo….

Mina hathat ek dala thutu hate niye baray bhalo kore lagiye aro jore khachate suru korlo…ami ar thakte na pere sumitrar mai khamche dhore sitkar diye bole uthlam – ore..ore.. oiihhhh..magi…ooohhhh..Sali khacha..khacha….aiihhh…eh..ehh... oh Sali ne dhar amar berobe ..oohhhh…magooooo….bichi tantan korche… sara sarir sirsir korche….aaaiihhhh….aahhh…ahhh…ki sukhh dichhis re…

Sali khanki ne ha…kor amar berochhe..ne dhar…dhar….ei bole ami sumitrar mana aro jore tipe dhore sara sarir khichie phachat..phachat..kore phada dhalte laglam…magi duto pala kore amar kela mukhe pure sab phada chete pute khete laglo….pray minute 2 dhore phada dhele ami choke khule dekhi takhano mina amar barar patla chamra samne pichone kore chepe chepe phada ber korche ar sumitra amar birat birat bichi gulo thali samet chatkachhe.

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