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Bombay te aami paying guest thaktaam Mr. Saahil Chowdhury bole ekjon der baari

te. Mr. Chowdhury, taar maa, chhoto bhai aar stree chhilen , aar oder tin

bochhorer meye tina. Mr. Chowdhury-r stree ke aami boudi boltaam. Bhishon

sundor chhilo boudi. Phorsha rong, bhalo figure, bishal bishal dudu. Dekhe mone

hoi na bibahita, baa meye achhe. Aami 27 years er working girl, single, chhele

ra office e amar pichhone lege thake. Kono steady boyfirned na thakleo date er

obhab chhilo na. Aaj er saathe kaal taar saathe. Boudi bolto “bhalo achhish tui

Nahid! Khub masti!”

Saahil bhai bhalo lok. Onar bhai Raza B. Com 1st year e chhilo, besh chheleta,

kintu bachha. Amaar mone hoto boudi sexually khushi na. amar kono boyfriend

baarite ele khub lobhi lobhi chokhe takato boudi.

Ekdin aami office theke ektu joldi phirechhi. Bhishon bathroom eshechhilo.

Baarita chupchap, saahil office e, Raza college e, oder maa tokhon Kashmir

berate giyechhilen ekta group er saathe. Tina playschool e. Aaami bhablaam

boudi nishchoi bhat ghoom dichhe.Taratari bathroom er dorja thele dhukta ek

ajob drishyer sammukhin holam.

Dekhi boudi ekta nichu tool e boshe jamakapor dhuchhe. shudhu ekta saya pora,

opor gaa sampoorna udom.phorsha shorir e paani pore chok chok korchhe.dudu duto

dhobar taale taale dulchhe. kaalo kaalo bota duto daariye uthechhe. Amay dekhe

chomke gelo.’

“Tui? Eto taratari?”

“Emni” bolei aami shekha theke hawa. Kintu chokher saamne bhashchhe nogno dudu

duto. Bhije saya-te lepte thaka ponder outline. Bhishon excited hoye porlaam.

Aami satash bochhorer smart sundori sexy meye. prochur chudiyechhi. Kintu she

din boudi ke nangto dekhe raat din mathay oi kathai ghore. Kaaj e mon dite

paari na. Boudi o amar chokh e chokh raakhe naa. Ek din aami jokhon ranna ghor

e help korte gelaam amar dike takiye hesechhilo. Chokh e prochhonno jouno

ingit. Mone mone hashlaam.

Ekdin aami aar amar boyfriend Sam bichhanay threesome er katha bolchhilaam. O

bollo aar ekta meye ke jodi ana jay tumi kake anbe. Aami bollam, aam i aar ekta

chhele anbo. Sam bole nana , meye anbo. aami jokhon tomay chudchhi, maagi amar

pond chatbe. Tarpor aami jokhon taare chudbo tumi tar dudu chatbe. Amar mukh

diye beriye gelo “boudi”.

Sam bollo, “Ke? Boudi? Kichhu maal ei boudi ti. Jekhane sekhane dudu fuliye

ghure beray.” Shune amar gud pani pani hoye gelo.

Boudi ke upobhog korar sujog khujte thaklaam. Ekdin Saahil bhai business er

kaaje goa jaabe. Raza o raate bondhur baari thakbe. Raate aami aar boudi dinner

table e boshe golpo korte korte Sam er prosongo tullam.

Boudi bole, oki toke bhalobashe na ki? Aami bollam “bhalobasha na baal, khali

chodar taal. Boudi heshe goriye porlo. “Bolos ki? Khub chode?”

“Chode nato ki? Fala Fala kore dey.”

Boudi hothat bole: “Tor moto meye ke pele ke chharbe?” Aami bollam, tumi amar

thekeo sundor. Sune boudi bole, “ki laabh holo….” Aamar sondeho chhilo saahil

bhai bouke anondo dite paare na, shedin sure holaam.

She raate aami e paash opaash korchhi, hothat dim light ta jole uthlo.Ke? aami

uthe boshlaam. Dekhi boudi, ekta patla nighty pora, pacha obdhi chool khola,

thik jeno ekta jolpori.

“O tumi, bolo.”

” kichhu nare ……ghum ashchhe na.”

“Bosho, golpo kora jaak.” Boudir chokh amar chhoto tshirt er dike. “ki re tui

panty porish na?”

“shobar somoy na. Bra -o na.”

“Bra to aamio pori na….boudi egiye elo. Hothat jhop kore amar daan dutu ta

chipe dhorlo. “size koto tor?”

Amar gud e gorom srot boite shuru hoyechhe. 36B bollam aami. ebar alto kore

boudi-r dudu chhulaam nightyr opor diye. Tomar koto?

Amar 40B. Boudi muchki haaslo. Bor eksomoy kom tepa tepi kore ni.

“Ke Saaahil bhai?”

“Noy to ke? Biyer pore raat raat bhor choda chudi cholto. Book-er opor chore

chore chudto haramjada. Laora chatato. Aajkaal phireo takay na.

Keno phire takay na, o shob e gelaam na, amar sara shorir e tokhon kamona r

lokloke aagun. Aami mukhta dudu dutor phaanke guje diye bollam “Iish eto sundor

meyechhele ke keu na chude thake ki kore.”

Boudi o angul diye amar book-er botay sursuri dichhe. Aaami bollam, shirt

khulbo?” “Aami khulchhi” bole she ektaane amar tshirt khule kichhu kkhnon amar

nogno book er dike cheye roilo. Tarpor du haathe pishto korte shuru korlo amar

ston.

Chharo, pls, bole aami o nighty-r lacy strings khule, jibh diye chat te shuru

korlaam boudi-r nodhor joubon. Ki norom dudu, jeno makhon. Boudi bollo, kha

kha, kheye phel sob dhudh. teshta mitiye ne.

Ebaar aami ter pelaam magi amar gud e angul chalachhe. Aami pa ta phank kortei

khanki hoosh kore matha dukiye dilo duto thig er moddhe. Chuste shuru korlo

amar bhije gud.

Aaami jore jore maagi r dudu tipte laglaam.Ooh aah boudi chharoh……..

“Chharbo ken? Aaj toke diye amar basona metabo!” bole boudi aamar pond er

phutoi mukh lagalo.

She rat e ekbaar aami maagir suna chushlaam, ekbaar maagi amar. ekbaar 69 o

korlam. Tarpor eksomoy nangto hoye dujon dujon joriye ghoomiye porlam, amar

haath or pachhay, or haath amar dudu te.