অবোলা ছেলেকে দিয়ে গুদ ফাটানো পার্ট ১

অবোলা ছেলেকে দিয়ে গুদ ফাটানো পার্ট ১

Ami ar moumita eki university te pori. Moumita nam ta boro bole amra sobai ota

choto kore niyechilam, o amader kache hoye giyechilo mou. Jemon misti nam,

temni mou hochhe amader class er hot cake, shob chele or jonye pagol. Or gayer

rong khub forsha na holeo, besh lomba, slim ar bhison sexy figure, amader bhasa

te ekdom ‘jhokash’. Ar ami holam madhabendu, bondhu ra dake madhu bole.

Mou prothom dike amake pochondo korto na, ba pattao dito na, karon o mone korto

ami oke niye baje nongra alochona kori friend circle-e. Mou er tokhon ekjon boy

friend chilo, amader-i university-r ekta chele, nam nil. Nil asole mou er sundor

sorir take bhalo bashto, ar gadha meye ta mone korto eta naki prem. Ekbar

university-r annual function-e ekta natok obhinito holo. Ami ar mou dujone ek

sathe natok korar por mou bujhte parlo je amar proti or dharona nitantoi bhul

chilo. Er por theke mou amar khub close friend hoye galo. Regular amake phone

korto, ar aste aste amar girl friend hoye uthlo. Amader somporko ta etotai gobhir

ar sabolil chilo je barir sobai seta janto. Mou er phone ele ami uthe amar room e

chole jetam ba arale giye kotha boltam. Karon mou onek khon dhore phone-e

kotha bolto, chartei chaito na. Je samoy mou tokhon-o amar girl friend hoye

otheni, tokhon mou bohubar amake sorry boleche agee bhul bojhar jonye, tarpor

offer koreche ekta bhalo friendship er. Sei samoy amar matha te kintu or jonye

kono rokom jouno kamona ba bashona chilo na.

Ekhon amra eke oporke na dekhe thakte pari na. Class-e ek bench-e pasapasi

boshi, ami mou ke porashona teo help kori ar o amake or class note diye sahajyo

kore. Mou simple nature er holeo, bhison intelligent ar porasona te khub sincere.

Besh bhaloi katte laglo amader dingulo. Nil jokhon dekhlo mou amar sathe

mische, class-e amar bench-e boshe, eksonge ghurche, tokhon or matha kharap

hoye gelo. Mou ke ekdin eka peye nil oke joriye dhore chumu khelo ar mai tipe

diye bollo, ‘oi madhu-r modhye ki emon pele tumi? Ota to ekta chodu. Oke chero

dao, ami tomake onek beshi sukh debo. Amar jontro ta prai 9’’. Mou er ei shob

kotha khub kharap lagto, amake bolto kichu korte. Ami kintu bapar take kono

gurutto na diye boltam, ‘dekho ek samoy o thanda hoye jabe, tumi jemon acho

temoni thako. Porasona te mon dao, porikkha ese gelo’. Mou amake majhe majhe

oder bari te niye jeto ek sathe porar jonye. Or ma baba separate thaken ar mou

thake or mar sathe. Mou er ma ekjon school teacher. Jai hok, se samoy amader

relation khub-i normal chilo. Ami or bari te jetam, ek songe porasuna kortam,

kintu tokhon porjonto amra borojor hat dhora dhori kore bose akash dekhtam, ar

khub beshi hole o majhe majhe amake rege giye kil ghushi marto, dushtumi

korto.

Amader porikkha sesh holo, ami deser biri te thakumar kache jabo. Mou sune

amar songe deser bari jete chailo. Or naki ekhane bore lagche, ektu change of

place dorkar, tachara or gram dekher khub ichha. Deser bari rat er bus-e jete hoi,

tai mou ke bollam, ‘tumi amar sathe jete parbe na karon ami whole night bus

journey korbo. Tomar prochondo kosto hobe. Tachara tomar ma tomake eka

charben na’. Mou amake bollo, ‘tomar sathe eka rat-e journey korte amar kono

somossha nei. Ar ami jani, tomar songe jete ma amake permission diben’. Ki ar

kora jabe, mou eto jed korte thaklo, ogotya amra ticket kete bus-e uthlam.

Amader journey suru hotei mou amar hat-e hat rekhe bokbok korte suru kore

dilo. Bus er jhakuni te majhe majhei mou amar gayer opor ese porchilo, ar or

norom sorir ta amake ektu ektu uttejito korchilo. Khub moja lagchilo amar. Sedin

ek seat-e dujone pasapasi bose onukhob korlam je kokhono mou er sorir ta

sebhabe dekhai hoi ni. Mou ke kokhono short ba tight dress porte dekhini, o

bhison bhodro dress pore. Kintu ji poruk, oke bhison smart dekhai. Aj amar desh

er bari jabe bole mou jorjet sari poreche, gaye ekta kashmiri shawl. Patla sari-r

bhetor diye or mai er khaj ta sposto dekha jachhe. Or dike takiye mone holo or

mai duto ki nitol ar sundor dekhte.

Onekkhon golpo korar por mou er ghum ese galo. Amar kande matha rekhe

gobhir ghum er deshe toliye galo. Ami ar ki korbo, janla diye bairer drisyo dekhte

thaklam. Ekhane rasta khub kharap, mou tal samlate na pere emon bhabe amar

gaye ese porche je or norom mai duto amar buke ghose jachhe. Bose bose ki ar

ghumano jai, mou er oswasthi hochhilo. Tai o majhe majhe chot phot kore, ekbar

dan dik ekbar bam dike phire boschilo. Ar ami-o sei sujoge amar konui diye or

mai chipte laglam. Bus brake marle to kothai nei, mou er puro sorir tai amar kole

ese porche. Mou eber or hatu duto samner seat er pechone thekiye guri mere

ghumanor chesta korlo. Kintu ghumer ghore hatu slip kore or matha thuke galo

koyekbar. Ami mou ke bollam seat er opor babu hoye boste. O pa tule bosle ami

or thigh er opor hat rakhlam. Jemni or thigh er opor ami halka kore hat bolate

gelam, mou he he kore hese bole uthlo, ‘ei madhu, amar sursuri lagche, hat ta

sorao please’. Rat barer songe songe ektu sit sit korte laglo. Attendant er kach

theke ekta kombol cheye nilam, dujone kombol er bhetor dhuke gelam. Besh

aram onubhob holo, mou amar dike aro khanik sore ese amar kande matha

rekhe, or hatu amar thigh er opor tule diye ghumate chesta korlo.

Kombol ta majhe majhei ga theke slip kore pore jachhe, ekber ota porer samoy

mou er phinphine jorjet er sarir anchol ta or kandh theke niche pore galo. Ar mou

er unmukto mai er dike chokh porte, okanei amar chokh atke galo. Low cut blouse

er bhetor theke or sugothito mai duto phete beriye aste chaiche, ar bus cholar

tale tale mai duto dulche. Utejona te amar underwear er bhetor bara ta tatiye