অবোলা ছেলেকে দিয়ে গুদ ফাটানো পার্ট ৩

অবোলা ছেলেকে দিয়ে গুদ ফাটানো পার্ট ৩

gelam. Bari theke gorur gari eseche amader niye jete. Mou gorur gari dekhe

bhison obak holo, amar dike takiye hese phello. Ami mone mone bhablam, jak

baba mou tahole ratri bela bus er modhye ja hoyeche, seta mene niyeche. Amra

gorur garite chepe barir dike royona dilam.

Gram er barite koyekta din khub anonde katlo. Mou agee konodin gram dekhe ni.

Amader birat bari, khelar math, bill, pukur, bagan, dhan khet sob ghure ghure

dekhlo kodin. Barite amar thakuma, kaka, kakima ar amar khurtuto bon rina

thake. Rina mou er theke boyes-e kichu choto hobe, school-e pore. Rina ar mou

ei kodin-e bondhu hoye galo. Kakima keo dekhlam mou ke bhison pochondo.

Sarakhon or songe golpo korche. Ekdin aral theke sunlam kakima thakuma ke

bolche, ‘madhu ar oi meye take eksonge bhison maniyeche. Mou dekhte jemon

sundor, swabhab tao temon misti. Mone hochhe ora khub bhalo bondho-o.

Dekhun na ma, jodi oder biye deya jai’. Sune ami lojja te sekhan theke palalam.

Ekdin bikele kakima ar rina mou ke songe niye sohor-e galo. Sekhan theke mou

er jonye ekta mini skirt, jacket ar amar jonye ek set pajama panjabi kine anlo.

Ami aschorjo holam mou mini skirt kineche dekhe. Konodin oke eto choto dress

porte dekhini.

Eber phire jaber samoy holo. Ami ar mou kakimar deya notun jama kopor pore

bus stand-e elam. Amra eber-o rater bus dhorlam. Bus-e uthe dekhi bus prai

phaka, beshi passenger nei. Ami mou ke niye ekebare pechoner seat-e boslam.

Eta ekta lomba 6 seater, tai ami uthei soja suye porlam. Mou amar mather kache

pase boslo. Bus er dim light nive gele, mou amar matha ta or kole tule nilo. Ami

or ekta hat dhore ghumanor chesta korte laglam. Khanik por mou bhalo kore

check korlo ami sotti ghumiyechi kina, tarpor uthe amar payer kache giye boslo.

Amar komor porjonto kombol ta bhalo kor dhaka diye dilo. Ami mone mone

bhablam meye tar hridoy-e amar jonye maya doya achhe, pache amar thanda

lage, tai bhalo kore kombol chapa dilo. Bus puro ondhokar, kichu dekha jachhe

na. Mou or ekta hat amar hatur opor rakhlo. Tarpor aste aste hat ta niye elo amar

thigh er kache. Kichukhon chup kore oi bhabe theke mou pajamar opor diye amar

bara ta halka kore chap dilo. Ami eber or dutumi dhore phellam. Amake kombol

chapa diyeche jate or dustumi keu ter na pai. Mou er hater sporse amar bara ta

samanyo shokto hoye galo, ar anonde amar mon ta bhore uthlo. Mou eber or hat

ta amar tol pete ene pajamar dori ta ek tane khule dilo, ar jangiyar bhetor hat

dhukiye amar prai khara 8’’ bara ta baire ber kore anlo. Ami ghumer bhan kore

suye roilam. Mou abar ekbar takiye dekhar chesta korlo ami sotti ghumachhi kina.

Amar obostha tokhon khub kharap, karon mou tokhon amar bara ta hate niye

khela suru koreche. Barar matha theke chamra chariye opor nich korche. Ar amar

bara tokhon puropuri khara hoye sokto lohar moto.

Er por mou jeta suru korlo ter jonye ami prostut chilam na. Mou or matha ta

namiye ene amar akhamba bara ta or mukhe bhore dilo ar lollypop er moto

chuste suru korlo. Amar sara sorir uttejona te kapte suru koreche. Amar obostha

aste aste kharap hote thaklo, tol pete chap onubhob korte laglam. Bus bhorti lok,

kono awaz korte parchi na. Se din ratre ami bus-e mou ke je rokom jaliye chilam,

ami nischit o aj ter bodla nichhe. Ki ar korbo, nirobe sojhyo korte holo mou er

otyachar. Amar sara sorir sukhe bhasche, kintu ar je parchi na. Mou keo kichu

bolte parchi na, o jane ami ghumachhi. Bhoi holo, jodi mou er mukhei barar ros

beriye jai? Ki lojja. Emon samoy dekhi bus er speed kome elo. Ekta dhaba te

dhuke aste aste thamlo. Beijjotir hat theke ami bneche gelam. Bus er light jole

uther agei dhor moriye uthe pajamar dori thik kore nilam. Mou er dike takiye

dekhi o baire akash dekhte basto, jano bhaja mach ti ulte khete jane na. Ami ar

mou bus theke neme du cup gorom coffee khelam, ami ekta cigarette khelam.

Mou bathroom theke toilet kore elo. Ghori te dekhlam rat barota baje. Bus-e

uthtei bus chere dilo, eber soja kolkata, ghonta pnachek er rasta ekhono.

Jothariti bus er alo nibhe galo. Mou bollo, ‘madhu, baki rasta ta golpo kore katiye

dite ichhe korche, kintu amar eber bhison ghum pachhe. Tachara etokhon pa

jhuliye bose hatu teo batha korche. Ki kori bolo to?’. Ami bollam, ‘ki aber korbe?

Very simple. Amar kole pa tule diye suye poro, ami tomar pa tipe dichhi, dekhbe

arame ghum ese jabe’. Mou kono uttor dilo na, hoito amar kole pa tulte didha

hochhe. Etao hote pare, aj o mini skirt poreche, jhul ta hatur opore, tai lojja

pachhe. Ami bollam, ‘bus to ondhokar, amar samne eto lojja kiser? Suye poro

amar dike pa kore’. Mou dekhlam jacket ta khule or shawl ta daye dilo, dekhlam o

ekta cotton white top pore achhe. Tarpor mou or skirt ta hat diye tene jotota

sombhob namiye amar kole pa tule sulo, ar ek hat diye skirt ta hatur kache chepe

dhore thaklo, pache ota opore uthe jai. Ami mou er gaye kombol chapa dite dite

bhablam, keno je mou aj ei choto dress ta porlo? Jai hok ami kombol er bhetor

hat dhukiye mou er hatu theke payer pata porjonto tipe dite laglam. Onubhob

korlam ki norom ar silky or pa duto, ektao lom nei. Majhe majhe payer cup-e

sursuri dilam. Mou aram peye dhire dhire gobhir ghume achhonyo hoye porlo. Ar

or skirt dhore thaka hat ta alga hoye galo.

Mou nischinte ghumachhe bujhe, amar matha te dustumi budhhi jege uthlo. Ami

hat ta or hatur opor onekkhon rakhlam, tarpor ektu ektu kore or skirt er bhetor

dhokate laglam. Mou er thigh etotai makhon er moto norom je amar angul

okhane debe jete thaklo. Amar hat joto or skirt er bhetore dui hatur majh borabor

egochhe, totoi hat ta thor thor kore knapche. Eber amar aschorjo hober pala. Hat

ta jokhon guder kachakachi giye or panty khujche, tokhon bujhlam mou aj kono

panty pore ni. Baper ta eber amar kache joler moto poriskar holo, keno o tokhon

amar kole pa tulte hesitate korchilo, ar kenoi ba skirt ta hat diye tene dhore chilo.

Kintu mou panty na pore elo keno? Tobe ki, or gud ghatte amar jate subidha hoi,

tai? Kintu mou to eto kamuk ar osobhyo meye noi bolei jani etodin. Rage ami

matha ta jhakiye uthlam, ki sob ulto palta chinta suru korechi? Sedin bus-e jayer

samoy ami finger fuck kore or guder jol jhoriye diyechilam, tai hoito oi nongra

panty ta pora ni. Gram er barite nischoi lojja te nijer bra panty kache ni, extra set

songe ane ni hoito. Ki mone hote mou er guder kach theke hat ta soriye or top er

modhye goliye dilam. Ja bhebechilam, tai. O niche kono bra-o pore ni.

Ea ek shorgiyo unmadona. Amar samne ek juboti nari bra panty chara suye

achhe, eta chinta kore amar bara pant er modhye khara hoye galo. Ami halka

kore mou er khara norom mai duto chotkate laglam. Nipple-e hat portei se duto

shokto ar khara hoye uthlo. Or oi norom mai theke hat sorate mon chaichilo na,

ar ekta hat-o bhetore bhore du hat diye moner anonde mai tipte thaklam. Hat

bariye mai tipte giye amar mukh bar bar mou er guder opor ese porchilo. Okhan

thake kemon jano ekta mon matano gondho nake ese laglo. Ar parlam na nijeke

samlale. Kombol er bhetor diye mou er skirt ta tule amar mukh guje dilam or olpo

kokrano posom er moto bal-e bhora gude. Gud ta bheja bheja mone holo, ar

halka pechhap er gondho bhese elo. Mone porlo mou dhaba te neme hisi korte

giyechilo. Ami mou er pa duto olpo phak kore or guder bhetor amar jiv dhukiye

dilam ar chuste suru kore dilam. Mou ektu nore uthlo, kintu pa duto joro korlo na.

Ami moner sukhe or gud chatte laglam. Jiv ta jotodur bhetore niye jayoa jai,

dhukiye or clitoris touch korte chesta korte laglam. Mou jane er agee thik ei

bhabe or orgasm hoye giyechilo, tai o eber ar kono risk nite chailo na. Jeno ei

matro ghum bhenge giyeche, ei bhabe uthe boslo, nijer skirt ta thik korlo, jacket

ta pore nilo, tarpor khub natural bhabe amar songe golpo kore baki samoy katiye

dilo.

Jehetu amader exam sesh hoye giyeche ar result berote ekhono ek mash baki,

amra eksonge park, cinema, restaurant, disco thek ghure berate laglam. Ekhon to

porasuna nei, tai onek din mou der barite jaini bole ekdin gelam oder bari. Mou er

ma tokhon school-e. Oder kajer masi dorja khule amake drawing room-e bosalo.

Bela 10 ta baje, mou tokhono ghumachhe. Masi mou ke dakte gelo, kintu sara

pelo na. Masi agee onekbar amake barite aste dekheche, tai o amake mou er

ghore giye oke deke tulte bollo. Ami mou er ghore giye dekhi o pechon phire suye

achhe, ga theke kombol sore giyeche, ar nighty hatur opor tola. Ami khanik or

dike takiye roilam, tarpor amar rumal pakiye or kane sursuri dilam. Mou matha

jhakiye dhormor kore uthe boslo, thik tokhon masi du cup cha niye ghore dhuklo.

Mou amake dekhe bhison khushi hoye bollo, ‘mone poreche tahole?’. Dujone cha

khachhi, masi bollo, ‘didi, ami eber jabo. Tumi dorja lagiye dao’. Ei bole masi chole