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Amar mamato bhai Amit Delhite thake. Amitr boyish 17 hochhe aar se akhon senior school examinationer janno toyer hocche. Amit amnite khub bhalo student. Amitr baba, mane mar baro mama ballen je Amit Kolkatar BE entrance parikkha janno tayeri karuk. Jehetu amar mamara khoob barolok noye tai tara sleepere kore Delhi theke Kolkatate aaslen. Ami amar maa, baba aar dui bhaier songe Kolkata te thaki. Amar dui bhai, ek jon baro aar ek jan choto. Amar baba ek baro Companyte Sr. Executive Officer. Jakhon Mamababu aar Amit Kolkatate elen to amra Howrah station giye receive korte gelam. Amai shuru theke pora sunate bhalo noye. Amar nanan rakon loker songe mela mesha korte bhalo lage aar tar janno amar maa make Howrah station pathalo Mamababu aar Amit ke receive korte. Ami amadre care kore Mamababu aar Amit ke Howarh theke ante gelam. Jakhon train theek time also ami mamababu aar Amit ke train theke nabte dekhlam. Ami tader dekhe tader kache gelam aar guye mamababu ke pranam karlam aar Amit ke bollam je aamke pranam kor. Amit amar katha sune bollo, “Ja. Bhag. Tokay, abaar pronaam? Maatha kharaap?” Pherar somay mamabau gari te ager seate boslen aar ami aar Amit pichoner seat te boslam aar sara rasta bak bak kprte korte thaklam. Majhe majhe Amit amake amar chashma niye chata cheelo. Jakhon Amit anekhon theke amake chata cheelo to ami Mamababu ke bollam, “Mamababu. Dakho naa, Amit jaa taa bolchey.” Mamababu amar kothai kan na diye bollen, “tomadyer bhai boner baypaar. Aaami aar kee korbo?”

Kichukhon pare amra bari pauche gelam. Mamababu aar Amit guestroom te chole gelo aar ami nijer ghore chole gelam. Kichukhom pore Mamababu aar Amit snaan kore guestroom theke berulo. Mamababu aar Amit ke jalkhabar deo holo aar tara dujone mile khabar khe nilo. Khabar khaoa hoe gele Mamababu ektu jor golaye Amit ke bollen, “Jao. Pordtey bosho.” Amit chupchap guestroom giye porte boslo. Dudin pore Amit oarikhha sesh hoe gelo. Parikkha diye Amit kintu theek satisfied noye. Mamababu ta sune Amitr opor khub rag karlen. Mamabau amar ma ke bollen, “Shyama. Ki kori bol toe? Pora shuno korey naa.”

Er por teen din chuti aar barite khoob hattogol. Mamababu aar ma dujone balcony te bose purono diner katha bolchilo aar hansa hansee korchilo. Ami takhon guest roome giye Muntu ke amar ghore niye aslam aar amra galpo shuru kore dilam. Shuru shuru te amara nana rokam topice katha bolchilam tarpor amra boy friend aar girl friend topic niye katha bolte shuru korlam. Amit amake jigesh karlo je amar kono boy friend ache kina aar amio Amit ke jigesh korlam je tar kono girl friend ache kina. Ami bollam je amar kono boy friend neyee aar Amit bollo je taro kono girl friend neyee. Ami Amitr songe katha bolte bolte Amitr gaye chimtee katchilam aar minu aamar komore katukutu dichhilo. Amitr katikutu deate ami majhe majhe lafiye uthchilam. Airolom korte korte ami aar Amit khoob kachalache hoye gelam aar amar kakhano aannr gaye hath dite didha kortam na. Amitr parikkha hoegele Mamababu aar Amit abar Delhite phire gelen aar bole gelen je Amitr result berobar por aabar Amit Kolkatate porashuna korte asbe.

Du mas pore Amitr result out holo aar Amit Kharagpur IIT te bhortee hobar chance pegelo. Amit 28th April Delhi theke Kolkatar janno raona holo aar 29th April Amit Kolkata paunche gelo. Ami abar Howrah theke Amit ke niye elam. Amit amader barite du thaklo aar tar por Local train dhore Amit Kharagpur chole gelo. Je du din Amit amader barite chilo, amra masharir bhetore bose bose galpo korlam. Prathom dineyee amader galpo abar theke boy friend aar girl friend niye shuru holo. Amara msharir bhetore chilam bole amader sharir ek dujoner songe majhe majhe thekchilo. Kakhono aamr hath Amitr gaye giye porchio aar kakhono Amitr hath amar gaye eshe porchilo. Kintu ete amara kono kharap mone korchilam na. Anekhon galpo korar por aar amar bar bar jigesh korate Amit bollo je haan tar ekta girl friend ache. Tarpor ami Amit ke chepe dhorlam, je bal tor meye bondur kotha bol. Ami aro jigesh korlam je, “tue ki to meye bondhur ke chumu kheyechis kina?”

Amit jakhon abar Kolkata elo amra abar dujone bose bose adda marte laglam aar takhon Amit amake bollo je se tar meye bondhu ke oder multiflater sindhee te chumu kheyeche. Ami abar Amit ke chepe dhorlam, le bal aar ki ki korechis meye bondhur songe, kintu Amit aar ebishoye much khullona. Ami mone mone bhablam je hoeto Amit aar tar meye bondhur modhee aar kichu hoyenee. Erpor Amit amake chepe dhorlo amar chele bondhur kotha jante. Ami parishkar bhave Amit ke bollam je aamar kono chele bondhu nayee. Kintu Amit amake nana bhave proshno kore gelo, jerakom amat boyfriend ki khoob sundor dekhte na kharab dekhte, aami ki aakar boyfriend ke chumu khyechi kina aaro onek prosno.

Kharagpur jaoar aage amara ek dujoner songe pratigya korlam je amar ek dujonke regular bhave chitii likhbo. Erpor koiek mas porjonto amara regular bhave chithiir adanprodan korte thanklam. Amader chitheer bishow dhire dhire sexer dike jete laglo. Dhire dhire amra chitheete kholakhulee bhave sex niye alochona korte thaklam tobe sexer angogulor nam dhkadhakee thakto. Praye dubocher por amara, mane ami amar dadara, aar maa sobaiye mile January mase Digha berate gelam. Baba amader sathe gelen na. Ami amar maa ke jigesh korlam je amra ki Amit ke amader songe jete dakte pari? Maa bollen je tue chithee likhe jigesh kor je Amit amader songe jete parbe kina? Ami Amit ke chithee liklam je amra sobaye mile Digha jachee aar amra jabar pothe take nijeder garee te tule nebo kina?

Amit nijer bbar kach theke permission niye amader janalo je amader songe jabe. Ami bhabhte lahlam je Amit ki kore amader garee te jabe, karon amader garee choto garee. Jak amader jabar din ese gelo aar mara sobayee mile garee kore age Kharagpure Amitr hostele gelam. Amit nijer jamakapor guchiye toyree chilo. Amara amader gareete kono rakom kore bose Digha dike jete thaklam. Amit samner site amar aar driverer majhkhane bose chilo. Ami majhe majhe Amitr songe thatta hansee korchilam. Ekbar ami Amit ke aste kore jigesh korlam, “Oee lok ta, mane driverta, gear change kortay giye aaar kitcchhoo tey haat diyedebay to?” Ami jakhon Amit kothata prathom bar jigesh korlam to Amit choke gelo aar tar por muchkee hansee hense bollo, “Aaar ammar ki hobey?” Ami abar theke Amitke bollam, “Tor ki? Oi lok ta bhabbey jey o, gear change korechhey. Are ki?” Jatobar driver gear change korchilo, ami Amitr dike takiye muchkee hanschilam aar chupichupi bolchilam, “Ki. Rey. Dhorey naye nee to?” Ekbar Amit amar lkotha sune bollo, “Jodi atoee bhoyer pabaar hoye, to tui bachieye raakh.” Amio songe songe bollam, “Theek aachey. Ami tai korbo.”

Tarpor praye dash minute obdi ek abr ki dubar ami amar hathta niye Amitr dhoner oopore raklam jeno ami oor chon take alto kore banchiye achee. Er por ami bollam, “Daaakh. Amaar bhaier jinish ta kay aami bachieye rakhcchhi. Tor girl friender jonney.” Amar kotha sune Amit khoob aprastute hoe gelo aar bollo, “kee hocchhey ta kee? Oi lokta dekhchhey.” Ek bar jakhon garee ta ekta turne chilo, Amit ptaye praye driverer ghare giye porchilo ta dekhe ami Amit ke jegesh korlam, “Tti ki driverer uporey dholey podbee nakee. Jaani na baba. Tor ki ichhey?” Amit songe songe amake jigesh korlo, “taaholey kee dhoree bol?” Ami uttar dilam, “amaar kandhey haat diye raakh.” Amit tayee korlo. Amar kandhe hath rakhar songe songe tar angul gulo amar maee ke bar bar chunchilo.

Dhire dhire amara Gigha dike agute laglam. Ami aar Amit sudju khoob bhalo bandhuee noye amader modhey physical relation tao barchilo. Erpor amra Digha pauche gelam, amra taratari kore amader mal patragula garee theke nabiye nilam. Amra sobayee ek ek kore bathroome gelam aar tar sabayee mile samudra deeke chutlam. Amar maa pichon theke bollen, “joley tumi beshi jeyo na. Bujhey chho?” Beache giye, Amit aar amar bhaira nijer nijer pant jama khule phello aar swimming custume pore nilo. Amara beache giye dekhlam je dheu besh baro baro. Ami amr chotee khule nijer hathe niye saree ta ektu (praye 6”) unchuu kore jole paa diye daralam. Mitu aar amar bhaira jole bhetor giye khoob snan korchilo. Khanikhon pore sodhe hoe gelo. Maa amader bolte laglen, “tomra beriey asho.” Mitu aar bhaira jol theke uthe elo aar nijeder sukno kapor tule hoteler deke cholte laglo. Amar sareer neeche anekkhani bhije giye chilo.

Hotele pauche bhaira aar Amit nijer nijer bhije jama kapor khule paijama aar panjabi porlo aar ami saree blouse khule maxi pore nilam. Baro dada baire giye amader janno kichu khabar kine ante gelen. Dada phire elke amra sabai mile kechu kechu khe nilam. Ami aar Amit khabar por bose adda marchilam aar baro dada amader dekhe bollen, “aaee era sarakhon dhore phis phis kore kotha bolche ki kotha thake eder kache?” Ami hense bollam, “tomaar to kono bondhui nei. Aaami amaar bhaier shatthey golpo korchi. Taatey tomaar ki?” Ebar rat hoe gelo aar sobaee sue prar tara dilo. Ami Amit ke niye amar masharir bhetore dhuke porlam aar abar theke adda marte suru lorlam. Ami bhabhchilam je aaj ratre Amitr sada bhalocheler moto katha bola aar komse komamar songe khubee bhalo cheler byabhahar ta khatam korte hobe. Eijonno ami ebar Amit ke bollam, “Eai rey Mitu, toor shorts ta eirokom phuley chhilo kanoe?” Amit shabhabik bhabhe bollo, “Ki bolchhish tui na?” Edike amar navi neeche theke shru kore amar komar parjonto aste aste mithee mithee baitha korte shuru korchilo. Ami bhabhchilam eta keno hochhe. Amar dupair majhe khub chat chate bhab chilo. Amar guder dui paprir majhkhan theke halka halka ras gariye gariye porchilo.

Ami amader katha barta aro agiye niye jaoar janno Amit ke hisphis kore bollam, “torta ki khada hoey gachilo?” Amito aste kore bollo, “haan ta ki korbo bol?” “Keechu na!!” Jato somay par hochiloo amar du paer majhkhan ta besh garam hoe giye theke theke ras gariye gariye porchilo aar amar panty bhigiue dichillo. Ami aar thakte na pere Amit ke jigesh korlam, “Amit bolto tue kirakom kore tor meye bodhu ke chumu kheye chilee?” Amit bollo, “ami ki rakon kore toke bolbo?” “Okay. Theek aacchey. Amaakey chumu kheye dakha.” Amit ektu bhabachaka khe gelo tobe songe songe amar gale aste kore chumu khelo. Ami songe songe Minty ke bollam, “baaas. Eita tore chumu?” Edike amar payer majhkahane ptaye agum lege gechilo aar ami dekhte parchilam je Amitr short tao besh unchu hoi giechilo. Ami aar parchilam na. Ami Amit ke bollam, “thhhaam. Tokay aami dakhachhi. Chumu khawa jineesh ta ki.” Ami Mitur gale o thonte bhalo kore chumu khelam aar bollam, “kee ray. Moja ailoe?”

Ebar bodhhoye Amitr aswastee ta bhenge giyechilo aar o amake jariye dhore bhalo kore amar gale, chokher patay, thonte chumu khelo. Chumu khaowar par o amake jigesh korlo, “aita kirokom holoe?” Ami Mitur gayer jor ta anubhav kore khub khushi holam aar amar payer majhkahe chat chatani ta aro bere gelo. Amar panty ta praye praye bhije giyechilo. Kintu ei hotel gharer modhee kichu karar chilo na, khali nijer agune nijeke porano chara aar gota katok chumu khaoa. Ami abar Amit ke bollam, “aaar ektoo joray chumu khetey hobay. Chhedey dish na. Aaroe chumu kha.” Amit amar gale, nake, chokher pataye, thonte chumur ajsoro chumu khelo. Amit nijer shakishali hath diye amake joriye dhore nijer oopr tene ene amake khoob kore chumu khelo. Ami amader khela take aro agubar janno Amit ke bollam, “tor jeeb ta amaar mukher modhhey dieye de.”

Amit khoob taratari amar kotha guno bujhe nichhilo. Se jhat kore amar mukher moddhe nijer jeev ta dhukie dilo. Ami bujhte parchilam je tar mujh theke or mujher ras amar mujhe dhukche aar ami pagol hoe jaachilam. Ami bujhte parchilam na je keno Amit amar moner kotha bujhte parchilo na. Amit jadee ekbar bolto to ami hotel ghorete amar koumarz Amit ke diye ditam. Kintu ekhono khoob bhalo manush seje chilo. Ami bujhte parchilam je amkei aro rgote hobe. Jakhon Amit amake chumu chumu te bhoriye dichhilo takhon ami amar hath ta aste kore ageye niye geye Amit panter opopr diye or bara ta chuye dekhlam. Amitr bara ta besh bhalo bhabhe khara hoe giye chilo. Jakhon Amit ektu sans nebar janno chumu khaoa bandho korlo, ami take jiggesh korlam, “tor baada ta toe akyebarey khadaa hoeye aachey.” Amit aste kore bollo, “ki kori bol. Khaadai thakbey. Eitakaay boshabaar jonnie jaa kortay hobay ta to kara jaye naa.” Ami bhabhlam je aro ektu Mitur songe dustumi kara jak aar Amit ke bujhte hobe je ami ki chaee. Tai ami Amit ke bollam, “tui neejer didi kay chumu khacchheesh and tor baada khadaa hoye jaachchey.” Amit kichi bollo na. Ami abar bollam, “tui neejer didi bhebey ammakay aador kor. Aaaro aaador kor.” Se amake aro chumu khelo. Kinto Amit chumu khabar age egulo na. Ami chaichilam je o amar mai, pacha ba amat gud niye kom se kam maxir opor theke khela karuk. Ami phisphis kore Mitu ke bollam, “tui amaar maaiye chumu khaabi na?” Amit aste kore bollo, “joto tuku exposed aachey shekhanei chumu khabo.” Amitr katha sune ami khoob ahoto holam aar Amit ke bolam, “dekh ptaye sakal charte bajche, chal amra ghumiye pori.”

Khanikhon modheyee Amit ghumiye porlo. Amar kintu ekebare ghum elo na, mathaye amar khali ghurche je ekjon purush manusher dhon ki kakom hoi dekhte hobe. Bachhder noi, ekjon purush manusher. Ami aste kore amar kunoye bhor diye ektu uthlam, charidik dekhlam aar tar por Amitr payjamar nara ta khule diye tar underwearer elastic to komor theke nabiye dilam aar Amitr dhon ta hathe kore niye underwearer baire analam. Ami khanikhon Amitr adha khara hoa dhon dike takiye roilam aar tar por nijer mukhta nabiye ami Amitr bara te aste kore chumu khelam. Ami jakhon Minrur barae chumu khai tokhon amar nake tar barar thke ekta ugra gondho amar nake pelam. Amitr bara ta diye chatchate ras bar hochillo. Ami amar jeev bar kore Minrur barar theke beruno ras ta ke aste kore chete nilam. Amar matahye takon aro egobar janna chunk chunk korchilo. Kintu kichu karar neyee bole amio ghumiye porlam.

Pardin sakal bela abar seyee bandha dhara gat. Sakal bela sabai snan kore jalkhabar khelo. Ami snan korte gelam. Bathroom giye ami amake bhalo bhabhe dekhlam. Ami dekhlam je amar mai besh phulo phulo mone hochhe, maier bonta gulo besh sakhto aar kalche kalche lagche. Amar gudtao besh phola phola laggche aar tar char dike kal ratreete beruno ras gulo sukiye sgada shada papree jome ache aar char char korche. Ami jakhon snan korbar someye amar gaye aar gude saban lagachillam takhon dekhlam je amar guder konta besh sakhto aar khoob ton ton korche. Guder konta te hath chonale sara ga ki karok shir shir kore uthchilo. Ami bujhte aprchilam je amar sharir ekhon chda khabar janno atur. Amitr amar sara sharire agun lagye diyeche aar akhon aamr Amitr kach theke choda na khawa abdi shnati neyee. Amar ekhon Amit ke chayee chayee. Tar bara nijer gude na dokkhano parjanto aamr shanty hobe na. Jak ami snan kore bathroom theke bariye elam. Amit sakal bela abr ekta short porlo aar tar oper ekta paijama aar opore ekta T-shirt porlo. Amar dada aar bhaira samudrate snan korbe bole swincutum porlo. Ami ekta sutee saree pat bhenge porlam.

Amara sobai taratari kore samudrer dhare pauche gelam. Aar jal niye khelte laglam. Maa pechen theke majhe majhe sabdhan korchilen. Ami amar saritake praye nijer hantoo abdi tule niye chilam. Jakhon samudrer dheu aschilo takhon ami Amit ke jorkore dhrchilam jate ami pore na jayee. Ayee dhara dhori te amader ga khoob kore ragrachillo. Kakhono kakhono Amitr hat ta amar mai te ragar khachillo. Jakhan jakhan Amitr hath amat mai te raga khachillo aamr sara ga diye jeno current boye jachillo aar mar gudta katkatiye jachillo. Ekbar ami paa pichle pore jachillam takhon Amit amake nijer hath diye sakto kore dhore niyechilo aar ami takhon bujhte parchilam je Amitr gaye kato saktee aar bhabchillam je kakhon Amit amake nijer sakto hath diye dhorbe amake chumu khabe amake nengto kore amake chudbe. Sabar snan hoe gele sabai jal theke uthe porlo aar mara lunch korar jonno Hoteler dike jete thaklam. Hotele jabar someye ami ekta chemister dokane giye ekta face cream, ek packet sanitary pad, ekta anti septic cream o char chota ultra thin condom kinlam. Sanitary kinlam jate amar mone kone sandheo na thake. Ami kono risk nite chaichilam na, Jadi hatat Amit amake dhore niye choda chudi shuru lore deye sai janno ami condom gulo kinlam. Ami chaichilam intu amake chuduk tobe tate pet phense jak ta chaichilam na, Luncher pore amara abar samudrar dhare gelam. Ami Amit ke jigesh korlam, “samudro te snan korte ki rakom lage. Ma amon bhave bolchilo je amar icheche thakleo ami samudra te snan korte parlam na.” Amit khub chalak chele, se songe songe bollo, “tumi jole pore jao. Are baba je keu jakan takan paa slip lore porte pare, theek kina?”

Ami bhavlam je amake jole porte hobe, tate amar puro kapor chopor bhije jabe aar ami takhon hotel phire nijer jama kapor change korbo aar hotele jabar samoye ami Amit ke amar songe niye jabo. Takhon ami Amit ke diye nijer sharirer jala metate parbo. Amar mathaye er theke bhalo kono upaye aschilo na aar eo bujhte parchilam je amake bhijte sondher age hobe. Jakhon maa aar amar dada aar bhaira sob samudrer dhare chilo takhon ami ektu ektu kore jole bhitor jachillam. Jakhon jal ptaye amar payer gocha obdi takhon jeye ekta dheu elo ami jhap kore jalo bose porlam.

Amar maa amake pore jete dekhe hai hai kore uthlen aar Amit taratari kore amake tulte chute elo. Amit amake hath dhore tene tillo aar ami abar nijer paye danriye gelam. Amar sob jama kapor bhije chap chap korchilo aar amar sari o blouse amar gaye chipke giye chilo. Ami bujhte parchilam je amake khoob sexy dekhachhe. Maa amake khanikhon dhore boklo tarpor bollo, “jao hotele giye taratari kore jama kapor sab change kore eso.” Ami aste kore make bollam, “theek ache aar ami Mimtu ke amar songe hotel obdi niye jachii.” Maa takhon Mimtu ke bollo, “theek ache, Amit jao tomar boner songe ektu hotele jao, aar Khukhu aar tomake samudrer dhare aste hobe na.” Amio mone mone eiitaee chai chillam.

Ami aar Amit hotele phire phire elam. Jakhon hotele kache elam takhon ami char dike niye Mituke bolla, “jerok kore tue tor meye bandhu ke kole tule niye jash amkei serakom tule niye chol.” Amit amar kotha sune amake nijer do hate tule nilo aar amar bedrrome niye dhuklo tarpor amake bichanate shuie dilo. Ami Amit ke bedroomer dorja bando korte bollam aar Mitu amar kotha sune bedroomer dorja bado kore dilo. Ami takhon uthe amar sari, blouse, saya aar ekta bra bar korlam. Mitu bollo, “ami baire jachee, tumi jama kapor chere nao.” Ami taratari bollam, “na, na tar dorkar neyee. Tue ekhane thakte amar kono asubide neyee. Aar amar kono secret neyee. Jaa sab meyer thake amaro tayee ache.” Ei bole ami amar bhije sari take khule phellam. Tarpor ami amar blouser aar brar hook guno khule phele Amitr dike pechan kore blouse aar bra khule phelaam. Ami bujhte parchilam je Amit chokh baro baro kore make dekhche. Ami Amit ke jigesh korlam, “Kire amar khola peeth dekhe ki mone hochhe? Khoob sexy na?” Amit bollo, “khoob bhalo lagche aar tomar bra diye peethe ekta dag hoe geche.” Ami amar sayata niye amar matha diye galiye niye dant diye dhorlam aar bheje sayar nara ta khule dilam. Bhije saya ta pa beye neche giye porlo. Ami bhavchilam je Amit ebar amar samne ese amar saya ta dhore neeche phele debe aar make nengto kore dekhbe. Kintu Amit ta korlo na, se dibbee bhalo cheler moto kore chup kore bose royelo. Ami taratari sayar nara bedhe nilam. Amit amar bhije blouse aar bra ta niye shunte laglo aar bollo, “khoob sundar gandho.” Ami jiggesh korlam, “tue ekhono kono meyer gayer gandho shunkisnee?” Amit matha narlo aar ami jigesh korlam, “shunkbee” Amit abar matha nere bollo haan.

Ami ebar Amitr dike much kore dariye chilam aar dekhte pelam je Amitr bara besh bhabhe khara hoe ache. Ami Amit ke jish korlam “kee rey. Ota abaar khada hoye gachhey naaki? Bon kay dekhey?” Amit khoob lajja pelo aar kichu bollo na. Ami abar bollam, “tui jodi akta mayekey shunktay chaash, ami tokay shuktey deboy aaj rateeray. Aei blouse ta chhhad. Akto janto mey eke shukay dakh.” Amit bollo, “tai naa kee? Aasto meye kay shoka jabey?” Ami muchki hense matha narlam. Amit jiggesh korlo, “tui kono beta cheley kay shunkay chhish?” Ami bollam, “haan buse te koto chelera thake aar tader gaye ghamer ki pacha pocha gandho, kintu ami ta chaina.” Tar amra hotele te theke gelam. Amit amake khoob kore jariye chumu khelo aar amio Amit ke chmu khelam.

Ratree holo aar abar amra masharer bhetere bose gappo korte thaklam. Rat 1.00 baja obdee amara khub kore chumu khawa khaee korlam tarpor ami bhavlam je ebar Amit ke amar opor ta khule dekhate hobe. Ami chaichilam je Amit antoto amar mai guno chokh diye aar hath diye dekhuk, aar ote kom se kom chumu kahk. Ami Amit ke bollam, “shunkbee?” Amit bollo “haan.” Amit tar amar sara sharita ke kukuker moto kore shunklo tabe amar gud take banchiye. Jakhon Amitr much amar guder jakche chilo ami aste kore amar komor ta tule dilam jate Amit amar guder gandho ta paye. Jakhon Mimtu amar sharir ta shunkchlo takhon Amitr kunoi amar mathaye lege gelo, o tara tari uthe amar mathaye chumu khelo. Amio Amit ke chumu khelam. Dhire dhire amader chumu khaota besh chepe chepe hochillo. Jakhon Amit amar mukhe, golae chumu khachlo ami takhon phisphis kore jigesh korlam, “amaar maaeeye chumu khabie na?” Amit aste kore bollo, “jaa tui khola rakhchchish, shekhanei chumu khaabo.” “Taar maney tor girl friend kay nijei nangto hotay hobey na ki?” Erpor jakhom amader chum khaota ektu ruklo takhon ami Amit ke jigesh korlam, “tui tor girl friender mai tipeesh ni?” Amit matha narlo. Ami bollam, “shey ki ray. O to nishchoi bhabchey jey tui akta gobyate.” Ami bhavte laglam je Amit ke diye amar mai guno ki kore chosano jak. Ami Amit ke bollam, “ne amaar maxi to khulay nay. Maii tey haat diye dakh kirokom laagey.” Ayee bole ami amr maxir botam guno khule maxi ta ke khule phelam aar braer hoockkhule bra ta keo khule phellam.

Tarpor ami Amitr hath ta dhore nijer mai te lagiye dilam. Mitu aste kore amar mai te hath bolate lagla. Jakhon Amit amar khola mai te hath bollachillo aamr sara gaye kanta dichillo. Khanikhan pore Amit bollo, “keee jineesh, Oooooh! Ki shundor. Aar creamy. Oooooh!” Ami dekhte parchilam je amar maite hath bolate bolate Amitr komor tao aste aste dulche. Hatat Amit amake jariye shuiee dilo aar amar khola mai gulote khoob lore chumu khelo, chatlo aar tar por maier bota gulo chuste laglo. Amit amar ekta maier bota chuschilo aar anno hath diye anno mai ta ke tipchilo. Amar eto such holo je amar gud jal chere dilo. Jakhon amar guder jal khasar janno amar sharir ta kempe uthlo, Mitu jigesh korlo, “lagche naki?” Aami bollam, “naa, khuub bhalo lagche.” Kichukhom mai tepbar por ami Amit ke jigesh korlam, “Ki korkom lagche?” Amit bollo. “Ohh! Khoob bhalo lagche.” Kichukhon pore Amit jigesh korlo, “kal ratree te tumi ki amr paijama khule chile?” Ami bollam, “haan, Aami akta purush manusher khada baada dekhtey chaichilam.” Amit bollo, “tumi khoob dushtu, haan ki na?” Ami bollam, “ami tor barate chumuo khechilam.” “Se ki, ota nogra no?” “Naa, aamr tor barar gando takhoob bhalo lagchilo.”

Ami abar Amit ke joriye dhorlam aar bollam, “tokay amaar guud ekdeen dakhabo. Theek acchey? Shodh Bodh hoye galo.” Tar por amar ek dujon ke chumu kheye chup chap ghumiye porlam. Por din sakal bela ami amar maa ke bollam, “ami ajke jole dike jabo na aar ami ektu aspas jhau bone ghure dekhte cahi. Aar ami amar songe Amit ke niye jete chaee.” Maa rajee hoe gelo.

Ami aar Amit jalkhabar por jhau bone ghurte gelam. Jai amra jhau bone dhuklam, ami Amit ke bollam, “eikhane tui joto joray chumu khetey chash, kheye nay. Aaami eikhane eshe amader golpo korar bondobosto korechchi.” Amit amar kotha sune amake jariye dhorlo aar amar mujhe golaye khuuub kore chumu khelo aar tar por bollo, “tokay aami nangto koray shunkbo.” Ami Amit ke bollam, “aste aste.. Amake puro nengto koris na. Kakhono keu aste pare. Tue amar blouse khule niye amar mai niye khela kor.” Amit amar kotha mota amar blouse khule amar mai gulo ke niye chatkalo, tiplo, chatlo aar chuslo. Kichukhon por jakhon amra bali sue sue chumu khachilam, Amit amake jigesh korlo, “meyeder khushee korte hole ki ki korte hoe?” Ami bollam je ami jani je ami ki chai. Amit jigesh korlo, “bolo ki korle tumi khushee hobe?” Ami Amit ke chumu khete khete bollam, “amakey jor koray dhoray chumu kheye, mai tepey jodi keu ador koray taholey khoob bhaloe laagbey.” Amar kotha sune Amit amake joriye dhore bali te gethe phello aar amar chokhe, mukhe, golaye aar mai te chumu khte laglo. Kichukhon por Amit amar opor uthe elo. Amit amar opor aste ami neech theke komor tola dite thaklam jeno ami Amit ke amar opor theke sarate cahi. Amit amake joriye niye amar paa phank korar chesta korta laglo, kintu parlo na ama sarir janoo.

Amit amake jotiye niye nijer komor diye amar guder opor amon bhabhe chap dite thaklo, jeno Amit amake chudche. Ami Amitr khara bara ta amar guder opor dhore rakhar janno ami amar sari ta uthiye duee pa diye Amitr komor ta chepe dorlam. Amar gud khub jor bhabhe jal khasalo aar ami chechiye uthlam, “aaaah! Ooooh. Aaaaeeee. Ma. Ma. Khub bhalo lagche. Joray thukay jaa.” Kichukhon amake Amit dhore rakhlo aar ami guder jal khasanor anando ta upbhog korte laglam. Tar por Amit ke bollam, “aaamr gud akbar jal khasiye diyeche.” Amit ta sune chup kore thaklo. Ami Amit ke jigesh korlam, “ami ki tor hishi taa kay ektu relax koriye dee?” “Maaney?” “Tokay aami kheechey debo.” Amit matha nere na bollo aar bollo, “ami kheechi na.” Etokhone ghari dekhe bujhlam je besh deri hoe geche, tai amra taratari nijeder jamakapor thik kore hoteler dike hante laglam. Seii ratree te amar chup chap shue chilam. Amit aar ami khanikhon galpo kore ekjon anna jon ke chumu khelam. Ami khaikjan pore Amit ke bollam, “chal amra 69 positione te shoee jai. Tui amaar guud ta kay shukay daakh. Aami tor bada ta kay shukay dekhchchi.” Ami Amitr paijama opor theke tar khara bara ta dhore narchilam aar shunk chilam aar Amit amar due par majhe nijer nak much dhukiye amar gud shunk chilo.

Ami dhire dhire amar paroner maxi aar saya ta tule amar komor porjonto nangto hoe gelam. Ebar Amitr chokher samne amar bal bhara gud ta chilo. Ami Amit ke bollam, “jaa ichchaa kor aita key niye.” Amit aste kore amar guder bal gulo niye khela korlo aar tarpor amar gud ta ke do angul diye khule nilo aar amake bollo, “paa phaak kor. Amakey tor phank kora gud dekhtey dey.” Ami amon dekhalam je amar ichcha neye aar ami amar paa jato kahni hoe tato khani phank kore dhorlam. Amit amar guder opor nijer nak rekhe khoob kore koek bar jore jore sunghlo aar bollo, “aah. Bhalo gondho.” Mitu amar gude chumu khelo tobe o bujhte parchilo na guder kont ta kothaye. Amit amar gud ta jore jore chatchilo aar je phuto diye hisi hoe okhane nijer jeev diye chap dichhilo. Amit amake jiggesh korlo, “eita Kee? Eikhan thekay tui hishi korish.” Ami anador janno gungeye bollan, “haan.”

Jakhon Amit amar gud chatchilo, ami Amitr paijama ta khule tar underwear ta tene tar komor theke nabiye dilam. Underwear nababar songe songe Amitr khara bara ta spring motan chitke beriye ese khara hoe jhulte laglo. Ami bujhte parchilam je Amitr khara bara amar gude dokhar janno khara hoe geche. Amara jantam je eei hoteler ghore ekhon chod chudi hote pare na. Ami tai Mimtur bara take hathe chumu khelam aar ektu chuslam tar por otake kheenchte laglam. Amit amake thamiye dilo aar bollo, “ami bara kheechee na. Aami tokey akdeen chudbo.” Ami janchilam je Amit amake koske chodar janno tayree hoe geche. Amit ekhon chaichilo je o amake dhore nengto kore kose chudbe, tai ami Amit ke aste kore bollam, “lokhee sona. Eikhaney amar gud chudish na. Aami tokey chudtey debo. Eikhaney naa. Ammader jete hobey.” Amit lakhee cheler mato amar katha sune mene nilo. Amit takhon amar gude khoob kore chumu khelo aar amar gude nijer angul dhukiye khanokhon narlo tar por amake uthe boste bollo. Amake dekhiye dekhiye Amitr nijer angul chatlo aar bollo, “tor guud ta besh mishtee.” Amra amder kapor chopr theek kore abar mukomukee sue porlam. Amit amake jigesh korlo, “jokhon bada ta guder modhey jaye tokhon ki meyeder baytha hoye?” “Na. Khoob bhalo laagey. Amadero gud theke jal khase.” Amit pher jigesh korlo, “tui kobay chudabee?” “Tokay kalkay chudbo. Lokhi sona amar. Aami jaani tor koshto hocchhey. Ki kori bol?” Amit chup kre thaklo aar khanikhon pore amra ghumiye porlam.

Porer din sakal belay ami maa ke bollam, “maa ajke amder Digha te shesh din aar amio khoob thake gechee. Aajke aami aar samudrar dhare jabo na. Ami Hoteler ghorete ektu aaram korbo aar Amit songe add debo.” Maa raji hoe gelo aar bollo, “aajke sabai mile ghurte jabo aar praye sondhe belate hotele phirbo. Ghore khabar ache aar jadi kothao jao to tomra chabi hoteler countere diye diyo.” Praye 11.00 obdi sabai samudror dhare berate chole gelo. Amar ar Amitr snan hoe giyechilo. Ami takhon Mimtu ke bollam, “aajkey tui amakey koto bhalo bashish janieye dey.” Amara palonger dhare bose galpo korte laglam aar majhe majhe chumur adam pradan karchilam. Kakhono kakhono Amit kaporer opor theke amar guder opor hath chalachilo aar amio Amitr barar opor hath marchilam. Amit khanik pore uthe gharer sab parda guno tene dilo aar sab darja gulo check kore amake bollo, “Khukumoni tokey aajkey ekhunee aami chudbo. Tui jayee bol, aajkey aami tokey chudbo.” Ami bollam, “amakey jor koray jaa korar tai koray nay.” Amit bollo, “Mane?” Ami bollam, “amakey mar dhor kor, haat pa bendhay dey. Jor jobordosti koray nangto koray chudey dey. Aami tokay thamabar cheshta korlayo tui amakey chudey dey. Kintu tui bhalokoray chudey dey.” Amit ke aar kichu bojhate holo na. Amit amake hath dhore palong theke uthiye danr koriye dilo aar aamke mukhe golay chokhe nake chumu khete laglo aar amar pacha guno chepe dhorte laglo. Ami Amit ke chumu khete laglam. Hmmmm. Mhhhh. Mmmmmmmmm. Amit amar sarir anchol sariye diye amar komor dhore amake nijer dike tanlo aar amar mai gulo te nijer mukh ghoste laglo.

Amit amake palong abar theke basiye dilo. Jakhon ami palonge bose gelam, Mimtu amar samne due hantoor opor bose amar paa duto ke palonger opor yule dilo. Amit tar por amar opor ange nijer much ghoste laglo aar mai te chumu khete laglo. Ami guder jalaye aar anandote kampchilam aar bhabhchilam je kakhon Amit amake sampurno bhabhe nengto kore amar sharirta niye khelbe aar amar gude nijer bara dhukiye amar satichad ta phatabe. Amit amar komor jariye dhore amar blouser hoock khulte laglo. Blouser hoock tight chilo bole khulchilo na. Amit hechka tane amar blouser sab kata hoock chinre dilo. Amo jor golaye bollam, “kee hochchey ta kee?” Amit bollo, “haramjadi. Chup kor.” Amit amar ga theke blouse khule phele dilo aar tar por bra opor theke amar mai te chumu khete laglo. Mai te chumu khete khete Amit amar braer hoock khulbar chesta korte lagl. Ami amr hathta pechene niye giye braer hoock ta khule dilam. Amit ebar amar bra ta amr mai theke khule niye phele dilo aar amar mai guno ke chatkae laglo aar chumu khete laglo.

Dhire dhire Amit amar mai theke neecher dike chumu khete laglo. Amitr much amar komar, sarir bandhoner, kache gelo. Amit amake komore chumu khachilo aar hath diye amar mai gulo khoob kore chatka chillo. Amit er par sarir opor theke amar guder opor chumu khete laglo. Amar paa duto palonger dhare chilo aar ami palong opor sue chilam bole Amit amar guder opor besh koekbar chumu khelo. Tr por Amit amar paa duto phank korte lahlo. Ami, je rakom kore meyera bole, seye rakom kore bollam, “kee hochey ta kee. Naaa. Ammmar hishi jaygaye haath deesh na.” Amit amar kotha sunlo na aat amar paaer niche hath diye bollo, “tor paa duto amar kandhey raakh. Tor hishi jayga taa ami khabo.” Ami badha debar chesta korlam. Amit amar sari aar saya ta tule jor kore amar paa duto nijer kandhe rekhe nilo. Tarpor Amit amar hath duto alto kore dhore amar thigher bhetor dike chatte laglo. Ami anandoe bihovr hoe bolchilam, “hmmmmmm. Hmmmmmmmm. Aaaaah Koreesh na. Please. Koreesh naa.”

Ami palonger opoer nijer sharir take ekabenka korchilam aar Amit dhire dhire amar thigh theke aste aste amar guder dike chumu khete khete agochilo. Amit amar hath gulo jor kore dhore ja ichche hochilo tai korchilo. Ekbar o amar ekta hath chere diye amar ekta mai tipte shuru korlo aar ami Amitr mathaye hath diye tar chule hath bolate laglam. Khoob taratari Amit chumu khete khete amar gud obdee paunche gelo. Amit takhon amar guder opor aste kore alto kore chumu khete lahlo. Ami bole uthlam, “aaah Oooooh. O Maaa. Please amakey bhalo koray shuiye jaa korar kor.” Amit amar kothaye kan na diye amake hath dhore dnar karalo aar amar komor thele amar sari khule nilo aar tar par amar sayar narar gero ta ljule dilo. Syata jeyee komar theke paa be niche porlo, Amit jhunke saya ta tule dure phele dilo. Ebar ami Amitr samne ekdon nengto hoe gelam. Tar par Amit nijer shirt ta khule phello. Jakhon Amit nijer shirt ta khul chilo ami Mntur panter hoock ta khule dilam aar panter zip takeo tene nabiye dilam. Amitr pant khule pore gelo. Tar ami Amitr umderwear takeo tene komor theke nabiye dilam aar tar khara bara ta nijer hathe dhore nilam.

Eibar ami aar Amit ek dijoner samne ekdon nengto hoe chilam. Amitr bara ta khara hoe dul chilo aar amar gud theke ras ber hoe hoe jhoob rasiye giechilo. Amit amar guder bal niye khela korte shuru kore chilo aar ami Amitr bara niye khela lorchilam. Ami Amitr bara ta dhore nijer dike tene bollam, “amar paa duto key tulay dhor. Aami tor baada ta kay ammar guder photor bhitorey chalatey chai.” Amit amake tule dhorlo aar ami barata dhore nijer guder phuto tate opor neeche kore ghaste laglam. Amit anandor janno hisiye uthlo. Amio choda khabar anonde bollam, “hnnnnnn. Ooooo Ma. Oooooh. Aaro ekto koro amakey.” Amit amake nabiye bichana te shueye dilo. Amit palong opor uthe amar due paaer majhe ese nijeke thik kore dhorlo. Amar paa duto tule amake boolo, “tui neejer haath diye guder phuto ta ke phak kor.” Amit amar pacha ta tule dhorlo aar nijer hath diye barata dhore amar guder opor ghoste laglo. Ami bujhte parlam je Amit jane na je guder konta ta konkhane hocchhe. Ami Amit ke ruke bollam, “aii jayega taa tui chat and angul diye khail.” Amit amar kotha bujhte pere amar paa duto aro phank kare dilo aar nujer mujh ta amar guder niye ese guder konta te chumu khete laglo. Khanikhon por Amit amar konter opoer theke dhakna sariye jeev diye amar konta ta chatte laglo aar chuste laglo. Amar much diye gonganee beriye elo, “Oooooh. Aaaah. Oh Maaa. Aeeee.” Koik minuter bhetore ami bole uthlam, “Aamar guder jal khashbe. Asche…….ascheee…….aaaa. Oooooh. Aeeeee.” Amit aro jore jore konta ta chuste laglo. Ami aabr bollam. “aaaaaaaa aabar aamr guer jal jhasbe, char chat bhalo kore chat, chete chee pharsa kore de amar gudta, ascheeeeeeeeee ascheeeeeee Ohhhhhhhh Ohhhhhh Ahhhhhh, dey dey aro jore jore chete deye pleaseeeeeeeeeee.” Khanikkhon pore amar gud abar jal charlo. Amar shara sharir ghame bhige giyichilo aar Amitr bara ta khara hoe lafa lafi korchilo. Khanikhon bisram nebar ami Amit ke bollam, “Amit. Oee aalnar uporer thekay akta saree diye ammar paa duto phaak koray bendhay dey aar taar por amakey neye. Amar gud tor khar bara diye chude chude phata.”

Amit taratari alnar theke sari diye amar paa duto phank kore bedndhe dilo aar tar por amar kache uthe elo. Ami Amit ke bollam, “amakey tor bada ta kay chushtey dey. Aar tui amar gud ta kay kheye nay.” Amit songe songe amar mukher opor nijer bara ta rekhe amar guder opor jhapiye porlo. Amit jeev diye amar gud ta chatte shuru kore dilo aar amio Amitr bara ta mukhe niye chuste shuru kore dilam. Amit amar guder bhetor jatojaye jeev dhukiye amar guder ras chetepute jhachillo aar amio Amitr bara jato amar mujhe dhoke dhukiye chat chilam aar chuschilam. Amit theke theke nijer komor tola diye barata diye amar much chudchilo. Khoob taratari Amitr bara amar mukhe lafate laglo. Ami bujhte parlam je ebar Amitr bara mal dhalbe. Ami ruke gelam aar bollam, “please, aami aar parchchee naa. Aamar gud ta phetey jacchey. Ebar ammakay joray chuday day.” Amit jhat kore gelo aar bara ta amar gude dhokate chesta korte laglo. Pratham bar jeyee barata gude dhokate laglo, ani chechiyee uthlam, “O Maa. Bheeshon laagchey. Thaam. Thaam.” Amit abar bara gude dhokabar chesta korlo. Koikbar chesta korlo kintu taratari dhokate parchilo na. Amit aar nijeke rukhte parchilo na aar ami o chodabar janno asthir hoe porchilam. Amra dujaniye khoob garam hoe giyechilam aar chaichlam je jato taratari pari choda chudi korte. Amar satichad ta besh sakhto chilo kechutayee phat chiona. Amit hatat ruke gelo aar bollom “tokay angul diye agey chudtey hobay. Tor seal ta bhangtey hobay.” Ebar Amit amar gudta te chumu kheye angul diye amar guder charpase ghorate laglo. Ekbar Amit bollo, “Ei nay,” aar jor kore ek jhatkate nijer hather najher angulta amar gude dhukiye dilo. Ami bethaye kunkre gelam aar chebcheye bollam, “aaa Maa. Oooooh. Maa. Bhison babhe laaglo.”

Ek gud seal bhangar por amar du minute shato kore shue railam. Ami bujhte parlam je ja hobar ta hoe geche ebar gur chodonr anado upobhog korar somay ese geche. Amit khankkon pore nijer ek hather angule diye amar guder phuta take khule dhorlo aar ann hather angul diye amar gud chudte laglo. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Ami bollam, “chudey dey. Amaaye chudey day.” “Aaami aashchi. Amaaaaaaaaaar Gudddddddddd jaaaaaaaaaal chaaaaaaarcheeeeeee. Aaaaa. Ooooh. O Maa.” Amar abar guder jal khoslo. Ami jantam je Amit ebar tar bara diye amar gud chudbe, tai ami Amit ke bollam, “amar pursere thekay condom bar koray niye tor badaye porey nay. Tar por amakey joray chudey dey.” Jakhon Amit amar purse theke condon bar kore lagachillo, ami chudabar janno adhir hoe porchilam aar Amit ke bollam, “chudey dey Amaye chudey day.”

Ami sue sue dekhte parchilam je Amit chodar janno bhison excited aar tar janno condom porte parchena. Ami takhon Amit ke amar kache daklam aar tar barr mukhe condom rekhe condom ta poriye dilam. Amit condom pore amar opor ese shue porlo aar amake chodbar janno prastute holo. Ami nich theke khali bolchiam, “chod amakey chod.” Hatat Amit amar opor theke uthe gelo aar amar paa gulo khule dilo. Abar Amit amar paa duto phank kore amar payer majhkhane ese shulo. Amit nijer bara amar gude dhokar agae amake bollo, “tui thaaper por thaap khabar shomoye ulto gud uthiye chodabie.” Erpor Amit hath kore dhore bara ta amar guder phutor sath lagiye aste dhakka marlo aar or bara ta amar gude 1” mato dhuke gelo. Tar por Amit amar dui mai ke nijer muthote kore dhore ek jhatka marlo aar Amit puro bara ta amar gud char char kore dhuke gelo. Ami khoob baitha pelam aar konkiye uthlam. Amit amar mai te chumu khete khete bollo bash hoe geche sona amar aar lagbe na. Aibar aram kore paa tule choda khao. Jato paro gude bara dhukiye guder phena tolo aar jal khasao.” Amitr hath diye amar mai gulo dhore jore jore tipchilo abar kakhono kaclachilo. Ami choda khete khete neech theke komor tola dite dite bolchilam, “Ooooh Ma!!!! Tor baada ta bheshon bodo. Thaama. Arr chudish naa. Aaami moray jabo.” Amit amar kathaye kan na diye amay gayer jore chud jachillo. Amit bara ta amar gude gayer jore dhokachillo aar abar ek jhatka diye bar korchilo. Amitr choda khete khete ami bhabhchilam je Amit ekta kukurer motam kore chudche. Ami choda khete khete amar komor tulchilam aar chodanor sukhe nite bujhchilam je gud chodanote baitha kom aar maza beshee. Ami komor tola dite dite bolchilam, “ammakey merey phaal. Ooooh. Aaaah Maaa. Oooo Ma Aaaro chod. Jorey chod. Aaaa Ooooo. Phata phata amar gud ta aj bara diye thapiye thapiye phatiye de. Ohhhh kobe theke amar sakh chilo je tor bara ta gude neco, aaj se sakh puro holo. Amit chod chod, nijer boner guder bara dhoka.” Aiee sab katha bolte bolte amar gud abar nijer jal khasalo. “Aaaah Ooooo Maa. Amar guuuuud. Amakay maray phal. Oooooh.” Aro koeta thap mere Amit amar gude bara ta puropuri dhukiye besh kore chepe dhorlo aar nijer barar mal amar gude dhele amar gud bhasiye dilo. Jakhon Amit gude mal dhalchilo takhon Amit bolchilo, “aaah Ooooh. Tokay aami bhalo bashi. Oooh Chod amakay chod.”

Amader choda chudi hoe jabar por amara chup kore khaniknon sue thaklam amader gaa theke gham jhrcholo. Amar pa takhono Mimtur komorer opore charano chilo aar Mitur netiye pora bara takhono amar guder modheye chilo. Amit aste kore amar opor theke amar pase gariye sue porlo. Amara amader prathom choda chudir annadota upobhog korchilam. Amit amake jigesh korlo, “komon chhiloe. Tor maja hoyechey.” Ami bollam, “bhaalo. Khoob bhalo choda khelam tor bara diye.” Amara khinokhon soyar pore ami uthe Amitr bara theke condon ta khule nilam aar dekhlam je condomer bhetore besh khanikta barar maal pore ache. Amitr bara besh khankta maal dhele chilo. Maaler rang sada aar besh gharo. Ami amar ekta abgul diye maal tule nijer mukhe dilam. Maal ta besh nonta nonta. Ami Amit ke bollam, “tor barar mal ta khete khoob bhalo.” Praye dash minute pore ami Amitr bara ta mukhe pure chuste laglam. Amitr bara abar khara hote shuru korlo. Ami takhon barar ganth theke chamra sariye bara ta chuste laglam. Ami Mimtur bichi guno hathe niye dekhchilam aar kato maal ogulote jama ache. Ami Mimtu ke bolam, “tor bichee gulo te kom say kom aro du teen bar chodar motan maal ache, aar amar tor becheer sab malta chaiee.”

Amar ekbar choda kheye mon bhore nee aar Amitro ek bar chide mon bhore nee. Amra arekbar choda chudi korte chaichilam. Ami jato Mitur bara ta chuschilam, Amitr bara tato khara hochiillo. Khanikhon pore Amitr bara abar puro puri bhabhe khara hoe gelo. Ami ei bar Amit ke bollam, “ai baar amakey tokay chudtay day.” Ami abar amar purse theke ekta natun condon bar kore Amitr barataye poriye dilam. Tar por ami Amitr opor chore uthe hathe kore Mitur barata nijer guder mukhe rakhe aste aste Mitur opor bose porlam. Amitr bara ta amar gude anyase dhuke gelo. Ami Amit ke bollam, “amar mai tep. Mai gulo niye khela kor.” Amit du hath diye amar duto mai niye kachlate laglo aar ami Amitr buke nijer duto hath rekhe komor tule tule Amitr opor oth bos korte laglam. Majhe majhe ekadh bar barata amar gud theke beriye aschilo aar setake ami abar hath diye dhore nijer gude pure dichhilam. Eta amader second rounder choda chudi chilo bole amara dujoneyee aaram se chudchilam. Majhe majhe Amit nijer komor tola diye neech theke amar gude thap marchilo. Amitr barata amar guder rose bhije giye sar sar kore dhukchilo aar bar hochilo, theek jeno ekta khosha charano kala mukhe dukhche aar ber hochhe. Amit ghar tule tule nijer barata amar gude dhoka aar beruno dekhchilo. Ami thonte thont chepe Amit ke thapachillam. Khanikhon pore Amit amar duto mai chepe dhore neech theke jore jore thap marte laglo. Praye dash minut pore amar tal pet mochrate laglo aar gud ta tan tan korte laglo. Ami bujhte parlam je ebar amar guder jal khosbe. Ami hissiye Amit ke bollam, “Amit darling. Aami tokay bhalobashi. Tui ammakeyy chod. Amaakay chod. Chudey jaa.” Er par ami Amitr bara ta nijer gude niyee jhap kore Amitr opor bose porlam ar hafate laglam. Amar sara sharir gheme bhije giyechilo.

Ami khanikhon Amitr bara ta nijer gude niyee Amitr opor sue royelame, tar por ami aste kore Amitr pase Amitr buke matha rekhe sue porlam. Khanikhon pore amar dom phire elo. Ami majhe majhe Amitr kapale, buke chumu khachillam. Ami Amit ke jigesh korlam, “Amit. Lokhi shona. Bhaalo choda chudi hoyechey?” Amit bollo, “choda to arombhoi hoyechey. Tui atoe bhalo gud chodash, aami tokay jokhon khushi tokhon chudbo.” Ami takhon Amitr bara theke condom na khule niye tar bhetare dekhlam aar tar por Amit ke bollam, “tore badar ras shesh hoye aashchey naa ki rey?” Ami condom ta aste aste ultiye nijer mukhe Amitr sab ras ta dhele nilam aar sab ras ta gile khe nilam. Puro ras te chete chete kheye niye ami Amit ke bollam, “tor barar ras to khoob bhalo khete aar eta khele meyeder shair shatho ta khoob bhalo thake.” Besh khanikhon amra chup chap bose roilam tar por ami Amit ke bollam, “Ebar ami chan korey ni are tuiyo chan koray ney. Kapor jama porey ne, Maa ekto pore esheyjabey”

Ami bichana theke uthlam aar bathroom jete laglam, kintu amar hath dhore nilo aar bollo, “tham ami tokay ar aikbar aro chudbo.” Ami Amit ke bollam, “Na. Are noye son amar. Amar gud aar choda khete parbe na. Ekhon amar guder papree gulo te jala korche. Tor aoi mota bara ta gile gile amar guder barota beje geche.” Amit takhon bollo, “thhek acchey tui jaa!” Ami ebar nengto hoeye sara ghar ta ghure ghure dekhte laglam je amader choda chudir kono chinho to ghare neyee. Ami ghare ghurte ghurte dekgte pelam je Amitr bara ta abar khara hoe geche. Hatat Amit bichana theke laf mere uthe amake japtiye nilo aar amake chumu khete laglo aar bollo, “chair taye chol.” Ami mana korle Amit amar hath ta dhore muchriye diye amake chair ta kache niye gelo. Amit amake dhakka mere chair tai bosiye dilo aar bollo, “tor dutoe paa ei handler upoerey raakh. Tokay aami eikhaney chudbo.” Ami Amit ke bojhate gelam je amar gude jala korche aar gudtar ekhon rest chaee. Amit amar katha kane nilo na aar na aar amar dike chok pakiye bollo, “tui chodabi naa amar are keechu kortey hobay?” Amit chairer pechene gelo aar amako bollo, “dakh ainaye dakh. Tore aami mai teepchiee. Taar por tor gudey ami hath debo. Daykh. Cheye cheye dakh.” Amit chairer pechene dariye amar mai gulo tipte laglo aar tar por hath ta neeche niye ese amar guder bale hath ghoste laglo. Ami ainaye dekhte pachhilam je Amitr khoob bhalo lagche. Tar por Amit ekta hather angul diye amar gudta khule dhorlo aar nijer anno hather angul diye amar guder bhetor narte laglo aar amake bollo, “daakh. Tore gudey aamar angul aachchey.”

Amit khanik pore ruke gelo aar jekhane amar sari porechilo sekhantheke amar sari niye elo. Sari ene Amit amar paa gulo ek ek kore chairer hathar songe bandhlo. Eibar Amit amake bollo, “tokay ebaar amee amaar moton koray chudbo.” Amit abar giye amar purse theke ekta condom niye elo aar setake nijer barar opor chariye nilo. Tar Amit bara ta amar guder phutor opor rekhe halka kore thap marlo aar barar gant ta amar rase bheja gudete par par kore dhuke gelo. Tar por Amit amar mai duto hathe niye amake aste aste thap mere mere chudte thaklo. Amitr bara ta amar gude aste aste dhukchilo aar berochillo. Amit ekekbar amar gude jor jor thap marchilo aar abar dhire dhire thpachillo. Kakhono kakhono Amit guder behtor nijer bara ta ara ari bhave dhokachillo aar bar korchillo. Amitr nana bhabhe thapano te ami besh garam hoye giyechillam aar ami Amitr bichi guno nijer hathe niye katchlate laglam. Khanikkhon choda khabar por amar tal petta mochor marte shuru korlo. Ami Amit ke bollam, “Ahhhh aah Aamar aashchey. Amaaaaaar guuuud jallllllll charrrrbe. Chooodey jaa. Aaaaeee.” Amitr gala thekeo nanan rakom awaj berochilo. Amit bolchilo, “haramdadi. Tokay aamee aro chudboe. Deye guuuuuud deye amaye.” Amit aibhabhe amake besh khanikhon chudlo aar tar por amar guder jal aar Amitr barar ras ek songe berulo. Choda chudi sesh hobar por Amit barata amar gud theke bar korlo aar amar paa gulo khule dilo. Ami khinkhon chaire bose roilam. Ami tar par amar kampa paa niye Amitr kache uthe gelam aar take chumu khelam aar tar bara theke condom ta khule nilam. Dekhlsm condome kboob alpo ras pore ache. Ami condom theke ras ta niye amar maier bota te lagiye ghoshe nilam aar bollam, “ei ras ta maier botar janoo khoob bhalo.” Er por amra bathroome jaoar jaano prastut holam. Ami jakhon bathroome jachillam, takhon Amit amar komor joriye bollo, “er por therke ami jakhon ichche toke chudbo. Tor gudta amar barar golam. Amar jakhon ichche hobe takhon ami toke jerakom bhave ichche toke chudbo.” Ami Amit ke bollam, “tui khoob bhalo choodtey parish. Tui jokhonee shomoy paabi Kharagpur thekey ayshe jabi. Are aamra choda chudi korbo. Ai deen ta money rakhar jonney tor jonnay ami amar guuder chul rekheychi. Aee ney. Aare tor chiodar condom to aamee raakhchchee. Jokhonee tor monay podbay aamee eita shunkay naybow.”

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Amit ke hostele chere diye amra abar Kolkataye phire elam. Bari eshe ami sab theke age bathroome gelam aar giye hishi korlam. Hishi hoye jabar par jakhon ami amar gudta dhuchillam ami hath diye amar gudta chuye bujhte parlam je Amitr choda kheye amar gudta ektu beshi phank hoye geche. Ami uthe giye nijeke ainar samne daralam aar gudta bhalo kore dekhlam. Dekhlam je guder mukhta besh khule ache, tar angule diye dekhlam je guder bhetore satichhad aar neyee.

Parerdin college giye ami amar chodabar kotha amar bondhuder bollam. Bondhura bollo, “Good God. Tui to daroom chutee koraychish ray. Teen teen baar gud chudiye cheesh? Tao tor bhai chudechey tokay?” Ami amar classer modhey khoob popular hoye gelam. Amake amar bondhu ra jigesh korte lahlo je barata ke much diye aar gud diye khete ki rakom lage? Bara jakhon gude dhoke takhan ki khub lage? Gud chodate kato maza hoe? Classer jato meyera nijer boyfreinder kotha bolto tara amar samne sab chup mere gelo. Classer meye, Neeta, je khub baro golaye bolto je tar boyfriend tar sareer opor theke tar gud khablaye se ekhon chupchap thato.

Claaser modhey amar man samman bere gelo aar ami khub popular hoe gelam. Edike Amitr songe choda chudee te amar sharir tao besh barte laglo. Amar maigulo phule uthlo aar amar purono braguno sab bekar hoe gelo. Amar pacha duto bharo bhari hoe uthlo aar hantar songe songe pacha duto besh bhalo bhabhe dulte shuru korlo. Ami bujhte parlam je ami ek kumaree meye theke ekjon gud chodane mahila hoe gechee. Amit amake chodar somay amar thont duto khub chusechilo aar tayee amar thont duto ektu phule uthlo. Sab miliye amar classer meyera amake ekjon sexy mahila bolte laglo.

Amit jabar praye dash din pore Amit amake prathom chithee liklho. Amitr chithee na peyee ami bhabhchilam je Amitr amake chodar sakh mite geche aar tayee o amake ar chitee debena.

Amit amake likhlo,

“Dear Khukumoni:

Digha jabar janno dhannobad. Ami nije thke kono dino ekla Digha jete partam naa. Ami jani je amar chithee na peye tumi khoob chintito. Ami khamma parthee aar pratigya korchee je aar deri kore chithee debona. Kintu kee korbo prashunar eto chap je matha tolar samaye neyee. Tabe amar mathar modheye ja ja hoyechee ta sab samay ghurte thake. Ami sab samaye bhabhte thaki je ki rakom kore choda chudee korechee aar tatae amader kato anandoo hoyeche. Amar chokher samne kahli tor much bhaste thake aar ami dekhee je to mukhe kato rakon bhav ase jakhon tue amar bara ta gude nish, jakhon tor guder jal khase.

Kintu abar amr mathaye etao ase je amara cousins hochee aar madder choda chudee kora ta theek? Amara dujanyee jani je madder choda chudee ta incest hochee. Kintu ami ekhon manush khaoya bagh. Amara much ekhon aro chaye. Amar barata abar to gude dhukte chaye. Tor ki mone hoye je amader abar choda chudee kora ucheet? Eta ki theek hobe? Tue bhalo kore bheve amaye jabab patha. Hazar holeo tue ekta meye aar tuee nije thik kor je ki kora uchit. Haan, ekta kotha, ami toke khoob khoob bhalobashi aar toke abar theke chdte chayee.

Amar bhalo basha nish. Tor uttarer apekha te royeelam. Amar ajsta chumban tor sara sharire nish.

Amit”

Ami jakhon Amitr chithee porlam to bujhte parlam je Amit amake sattee sattee bhalobashe. Aar etao bujhlam je amar aar Amitr kono mote biye hote parena. Amit sattee sattee ekta gentleman aar moner dando janne Amit amake chithee lekhe nee. Ami bhavete laglam je ami jadi Amitr chithir uttar na dee to Amit aar Kolkatate asbe na aar eleo amake chudbe na. Ami anke bheve chinta kore Amit ke uttar pathalam.

“Amit:

Tor chithee ta kintu amar kache kono aschrya noye. Tue sattee sattee gentleman. Toke amar bolte ache je ami ke ki bole tar dhar dhari na. Maa jadi amader byapar jante pare tao ami care kari na. Tor songe amar ja relation gore utheche tar janno ami ektup afsosh kari na. Haan aar jadi amake tor janno shashtee pete tao niye nebo.

Ami toke amar icheche moto chithee likhte parbo na, tobe toke ami bhishan bhishan bhalobashi, Ami tor samne nijer kapor chopor khule paa phank kore sutam na jadi na ami toke bhalobashtam. Aar bagh keno annoo jinish khae jakhon se manusher mansho pabe? Aar tao bina chaitayee. Sejanno, tue tara tari Kolkata chole aye. Amara abar theke chodachudi korbo. Ami tor bara chusbo aar tuee amar gud chusbee aar gud chudbee. Haan, amio amder Digha ghatona gulo amar chokher samne dekhte payee. Bhalo kore porasuna kor aar jakhon somay hoe takhon amake chithee likhbee.

Ami tor hochhee aar tor thakbo. Amader majhkhane keuo thakbena. Ami toke amar sab kitchu ujar kore diyechee aar debo. Tue shudhu janbee je ami toke anek anek bhalobashi.

Amar bhalobasha aar chumu nish.

Khuku”

Jato din berute laglo, tato Amitr chiti aro derite aste laglo. Kichu din pore Amit aar chithee liklo na. Amar mone hote laglo je Amit bodh hoye nijer pistoto boner songe choda chudi karar janno mone mone khub ahoto. Kintu Amit kichu din pore likhlo je, “ami sab somay tomake nijer chokher samne dekhi. Dekhi je tue nangto hoe amar pase bichanate shoe achis. Toke dekhte dekhte amar bara ta khara hoe jaye aar ami tor opore chore toke chudte thaki. Kintu jeyee amar ghum bhenge jaye ami dekhi je keu kothao neyee aar amar barata khara hoe ache. Amar khub kharab lage. Amar mone hoe je amar barar neeche tholi te jama virja khali tor gud phelar janno tayeree hochhe. Ami janina ami ki korbo?”

Ami Amit ke likhlam, “Amit, Sona amar, tue jadi amake mone kore nijer bara kheenchis to ami kichu mone korbo na. Tue jakhon bara kheencbee amake agetheke janiye dish, tahole ami bichanate amar sab jama kapor khule nengto hue nijer paa duto phank kore shue thakbo aar mone mone bhabo je tue amar gude bara dhukiye jordar nari talano thap marachis aarami komor tule tor barata amar gudke khawchee. Amader choda cgudir sheshe amar ek dujon ke jariye amared jal khashachee.

Tue oto chinta bhavna korishna. Toke ami ageo bolechi je tue jakhon Kolkata ashbee ami tor barar sab jala nitiye debo. Tue takhon amake jato parish chude dish. Amar gud phank kore kore jato parish nijer barar ras gude bhorish. Tue Kolkata te ele tue ja ja bolbee ami tor janno ta ta korbo.

Tue khali amar kache chole aye. Amar bhalobasha aar chumu nish. Tor choda khabar apekkhaye rayilam.

Khuku”

Sara garam kal beriye gelo aar tar por pechpeche barsha ka beriye gelo kintu Kolkata te aste parlo na. Ami khali Amitr theke choda khabar janno apekkhaye chup chap Kolkayaye bose royechee. Amar aar sajhho hochhilona. Tayee ami Amitr nam kore ek ek rate du-teeb kore angule diye guder ras khashachee. Tarpor sheet kal eshe gelo. Amit amake likhlo:

“Darling Khuku:

Christmas chutee te ami chayee je ami tor kache Kolkataye ashi. Ami chayee je tue amader janno ekta niribili jayega khunje rakh, jekhane amara jaa icheche korte pari, jakhon icheche korte pari. May be, I get to keep you completely naked with me. I have an elaborate plan for you. Can we do that?

Love

Amit”

Ami Amit ke like pathalam, “Darling, tor katha moto ami jatega pabar janno chesta korbo jekhane amake aar toke jeno keu disturb na kore. Tobe koto diner janno alda ghar chaee ta likhishni keno? Je muhurte ami ghar peye jabo ami toke likhe janabo. Ekhon toke bole rakhi je tue sab samay amar buker bhetore thakis. Jakhoni ami chok bando kori ami tike dekhte payee. Aar dekhee je tue amake nengto kore achcha kore chumu khachhis aar amar mai tipchis. Ami sam samay bujhte pari je tor kato tara ache amake chodar janno. Amio tke khoob taratari amar kache chaee. Akon nijer pora shone thak.

Amar bhalobasha nish

Khuku”

Ami bujhte parlam je ami aar college pora meye nayee, ekhon ami Amitr premik. Amit amake apon kore pete chae amon jayegaye jekhane keu amader jeno disturb na kore. Ami aro janlam je Amit amader choda chudi te amar pet hote dite chai na. Clegge jabar somay ami ekta ashuder dokan theke du maser janno contraceptive pill kine nilam ar ekta kheye nilam. Choda chudi somay condom lagiye chudte Amit khoob ekta bhalo lagena.

Dhire dhire din par hote laglo aar amar matha kaj korte laglo je ki rakon kore ami kom kore 24 ghantar janno ekta asthana khunge bar korbo jekhane ami aar Amit aram kore choda chudi korte parbo. Ami etao chinta korchilam je ami barite ki bolbo, karon maa sab samay amake chokhe chokhe rakhe. Seshmesh, ekta suraha dekhte pelam, jate bariteo jhamela hobe na aar ekta niribili ghor paowa jabe. Amar classer ek bondhu Kolkatar baierr meye hochhe aar se ekta one bed rppm flat bhara kore Nort Kolkataye thake. Tar bariwala kono sate panche thake na. Amar bondhutee chutee te nijer barite ek saptaher janno jachee. Ami tar songe kotha bollam je ami tar flate du din aar du ratree janno amar bhai ke niye thake pari? Amar bondhuti amar bayapaar janto aar se rajee hoe gelo.

Ami jakhon eto sab plan korchilam, ami kintu Amit ke kichu janayene jate tar pora shona te kono badha na ase. Ami khali Amit ke likhe pathalam je se jeno kono kitchu amar barite na bole. Amitr chutir du din age ami take sudhu likhe pathalam je “North Kolkata te amar bondhur address se jeno soja chole aase sekhane ami tar songe dekha korbo aar tar por amara anno jayega te jabo.“ Tarpor ami amar maa ke bollam je “ami du-teen diner janno amar bandhabi Neera kache North Kolkata te jabo.” Maake mananor janno ami maa ke aro bollam je “ami maa ke roj kom kore du bar phone korbo.”

Maa amar kotha mene gelo aar amar jama kapor sab guchiye dilo aar ami amader care kore driverer songe amar bandhbir barite chole gelam. Ami Neerar barite praye 11.00 somaye paunche gelam. Amake dekhe Neera bollo, “Khuku tuee satee sattee ekta gud chodane magi.” Ami Neera ke bollam, “tor gude jakhon ekbar asol bara dhukbe takhon tue nijer gud niye khela chere dibee aar sab somay bara janno chunk chunk korbee.” Neera amake abar bollo, “thak thak aar bolte hobe na, ami jani je tue tor mamato bhai ke diye tor gud chodachis aar amake khali gayan dichis.” Neerar kotha sune amar sara gaa te agun lege gelo tabe guder kutkutneer jnno ami chup kore gelam. Tobe ami Neera ke bollam, “Haan, ami amar bhai ke diye gud marayee. Se anek baro hochhe aar tar baratao besh baro aar se chudte khoob bhalo pare. Tue jadi amar songe thik babohar rakhbee tobe ami toke amar bhaier barar chodan khete debo. Ami amar bhai ke request kore tor gud chudiye debo. Amar bhaier kach theke choda kheye tue tor boyfreinder bara ta aar dekhteo chaibee na.” Neera amar kotha sune amar dike ekta soft toy chure phello aar bollo, “thanks, amar guder janno toke kichu korte hobe na.”

Ek ghontar modhey Neera stationer janno beriye gelo. Amitr train Kharagpur theke 15.00 hr asar kotha aar tar por ekhane aste tar praye 45 minutes lagbe tar por Amitr aro praye 15 minut lagbe amar bandhabir bari khunjte. Ami mone mone bhavlam je Amit praye 4.30 PM abdi ebarite asbe. Ami khaink por theke khali khali gharir dike takate laglam. Bari theke asar somay ami khanikta Chinese Chiken niye ese chilam aar tar songe fried rice aar Coca Cola. Amar somay katchilona bole ami chup chap ekla ekla bose lunch korte laglam aar kheye niye ami bhablam je ekta lomba bhat ghum lagale bhalo hoye. Kenona ami jantam je aajke ratree bela Amit amake ekdam ghumote debena.

Ami chok ghuriye gharta dekhte laglam. Chater opor ekta ghar aar tate doto kather janla. Ghare bishes kono furniture neyee, ekta single bed, ekta kather table ar duto kather chairs aar ekta pechone helano chair. Gharer songe ekta choto kitchen aar ekta choto bathroom. Gharer baire ekta choto balcony ta theke bairer rasta ta dekha jaye. Ami bichanar chador badal kore sue porlam. Charter somaye ami uthe dant majlam, chool ancharlam, dress change korlam, aar ektu makeup korlam. Tarpor ami ekta chair niye balconyte giye boslam, jate Amit ele ami take dekhte payee. 4 15 PM, ami Amit ke dekhte pelam. Ami dekhlam je Amit bari khinjche. Ami bhavchilam je ekbar Amit opre dekhuk aar ami take daki. Amit ekbr opre dekhlo aar amake dekhe ektu hanslo. Ami Mntu ke hath nere daklam, Amit hath narlo aar taratari barideke aste lagl.

Aami taratari bathroom dhuke giye hisi korlam aar amar gudta bhalo kore dhue nilam. Jakhon gud dhuchilam takhon dekhlam je amar gudta rase ekdom chap chap korche kenona gud janto je ektu pore Amitr bara diye take choda khawano hobe. Darjate bell bajlo, ami tarataro giye darja khule dilam. Darjar samne Amit dariye chilo. Amit chardike dekhe bollo, “amake ekhane keni daka hoeche?” Ami bollam, “tor ki mone hoye je toke keno daka hoyche?” Amit abar jigesh korlo, “tor bandhabhi kothaye, je ekhane thake?” “Keno, tue ki takeo chas naki? “Kee?” “Na, mane tue ki chas je amar bandhabi ekhane theke amader programme te shamil hok?” “Programme? Kiser program?” Ebare ammi lajja pe gelam je Amit ekhono kichu bujhte parche na je take ekahne keno daka hoeche. Ami Amit ke bollam, “Tue chupchap bos aar ami toke amar plan bolchee.” Amit hath duto pockete rekhe chairete arsta hoe bolo. Ami bollam, “Aram kore bos, ekhon ekhane keu asbena. Amar bandhavi nijer bari giyeche. Ami bari theke amar amar permission niye ekhane du ratree thakbo. Ekhon amar ekhane ekla achi. Amake aeee sab tor janno korte hoeche.” Amit amar sab kotha sune bollo, “kintu tuee bari kirakon kore jabee?” Ami bollam, “Amit ami sab plan kore rekhechee. Tuee ekahn theke prshu sakal bela amader bari chole jabi. Sekhane amake na peye tue amar katha amar maa ke jigesh korbe. Maa amake gal dite dite toke gari niye amake anar janno pathabe aar bas tor songe nijer bari chole jabo. Maa bujhte parbe na je amara eksonge di din aar du rat thekechi.” Amit amar kotha sune bollo, “good, tue puro puree plan kore amake ekhane dekechis. Tue to plan kore jekono lok ke marte parbee. Tue biyer pore aro karur sathe melamesha korish to tor bor kichuu bujhte parbe na.” “Aar tue jadi amar bor hos tahaole? Tahole tue janbee je ami ato kando karkhana korte pari.” Amit amar katha sune miti miti hanste laglo.

Ami chuchap khater opor bosete gelam aar Amit amar komor dhore amake bollo, “Khuku. Amar kache aye.” Amit amake tar kache tene nilo aar amake mijer kole bsalo. Ami Amit ke bollam, “darza aar jalna sab khola ache. Jekeu amader dekhte pabe.” Amit bollo, “ami ato sab bhabhi na, ja hobar hobe.” Tarpor Amit amake chumu khelo aar bollo, “chal amra dujone eksoge snan kori giye.” Ami bollam, “theek ache chal.”

Amit uthe porlo, darza aar jalna gulo bado kore dilo aar nijer bag theke tracksuit, ekta T-shirt, towale aar shaving kit bar korlo. Amit nijer jama kapor niye bathroomer dike gelo. Amit bathroome unki mere bollo, “Oh God, hosteler bathroom er theke anek parishakar thake. Tor bandhabi sattee sattee nongra thakte bhalobase.” Tarpor Amit bathroome dhuke gelo. Amit bathroome giye age daree katlo tarpor snan korlo. Snan korar por Amit ekta towale pore beriye ese bolo, “bathroomta bhison choto, kapor pora jayena. Amit amake bollo, “ja ebar tue snan kore ne.” Ami amar bag theke amar kapor bar korte laglam. Amit bollo, “tor kache skirt ache?” Ami bollam, “ache.” Ami bag theke skirt, blouse, bra aar panty bar korlam aar bathroome gelam.

Amit amake jigesh korlo, “tor snan korte katokhan lagbe?” Ami bollam, “30 minute.” Amit bollo, “tahole ami rater janno kichu khabar aar aro kichu darkari jinish bazaar theke kine ani. Ami bayire theke darza bando kore dichhee jate keu disturb na kore.” Ami bollam, “theek ache.” Ami bathroome giye snan kore beriye jakhon chool anchra chilam, takhom Amit bazaar theke ghure elo. Amitr hathe teente packet chilo. Ek packete biriyani, kichu jal khabarer jinish, two otol Coca-Cola aar bread and butter. Anno duto packet ami khullam na.

Amra bose bose praye du ghanta galpo korlam. Praye rat 9.30 samay ami uthe amger khabar gulo bere nilam aar galpo korte korte khete laglam. Khabar por Amit sab jinish tule waste bine phele dilo aar tarpor amra dant meje nilam. Amra abar bollam galpo korte. Ami bichanate pechone balish lagiye bose chilam aar Amit chair bose chilo. Khaink pore Minyu amar paa nijer kole tule nilo aar payer pata te hath bulote laglo. Payer pata te hath bulote bulote Amit hath amar hantu abdi anchilo aar abar payer pata te hath ghora chilo. Ami bujte parchilam je Amit samay niche aar jakhon somay hobe takah se aro egube, amar tara te Amit kichu korbe na. Khanik pore Amit uthe gharer janla gulo bando kore gharer main light bando kore amar kache ese boldo. Amit amar kache bose amar hath niye khela korte laglo aar amar hathe chumu khete laglo. Khanik pore Amit amake jigesh korlo, “Khuku, tue amar bon aar ami tor bhai. Tor amader eii relationship tar janno kono bhavna joi na? Tue to janis je kam se kam amader samaje eirakom relationship khoob kharap.”

Ami khanik bheve bollam, “Sattee bolte ki ami annolok ki bhabhe bhve kono kaj karina. Amar toke bhalo lage aar sejanno ami tor songe relationship ta gore tulechi. Ami khali jani je toke bhishan bhalobashee.” Amit bollo. “amio toke bhalobahi. Kintu tue janis je amra kono din biye korte parbo na.” “Han, ami ta jani. Kintu ami jani je amra er ekta kono na kono solution bar kore nebo.” Amit amar kotha sune amar dike takiye aste kore bollo, “tue khoob sundar dekhte. Tue ki ta janish?” Aei bole Amit amake jariye dhore amake nijer opor tene nilo. Ami Amitr kole giye tar dike much sue railam. Amit amake aste kore bollo, “chasmata khule phel. Ami tor sundar chokhe chumu khete chaee.” Ami amar chasma khule phellam. Amit amar chokher opor chumu khete laglo aar tar por amar thonteo chumu khete laglo. Amio Amit ke chumu khelam. Chumu khete khete Amit nijer hathta amar blouse ooper niye elo aar blouser hook gulo aste aste khulte chesta korte laglo. Ptaye das minut chesta korar bollo, “blouse ta khule phel.”

Ami uthe bose amar blouse ta khule phellam aar tar por braer hook khulte khulte Amit ke bollam, “tue tor jama khule ne.” Amit nijer jama khule phello aar chunre dire phele dilo. Jama khule amar blouse aar bra amar ga theke khulete khule dilo aar bollo, “ami tor mai gulo te chumu khete chai aar tar tor nipple gulo chuste chai jato khan na tor dudh beroe.” Amit amar mukhe chumu khete khete niche nabto laglo. Amar gola, mai pete aar tar po sayar oopore ese ruklo. Amar gud theke ras kat te suru hoegelo. Ami Amit ke bollam, “Chal amara dujone sue pori.” Amit amar kotha mene gelo aar amake kol theke uthiye Amit nijer anno bag anek juin phool bar kore bichanate chariye dilo. Tarpor Amit bag theke teen packet condom bar kore bichanate rakhlo aar amake bollo, “Khuku amar pant khule amake nengto kore de.” Ami samay nashto na kore taratari Amitr pant aar underwear ta khule phellam. Omni Amitr khara barata beriye porlo. Amitr kahara lal bara ta dekhe amar ga ta shirshir kore uthlo aar amar gudta Amitr khara barata nijer modheye nebar janno ras charte laglo. Ami Amit ke bollam, “baap rey. Eita to bheeshon bodo and mota. Eita ammar guder moddhay deesh na. Aami moray jabo!” Amar duto hath Amitr bara ta dharar janno nishpish korte laglo. Ami hath bariye barata dhorte gelam aar Amit songe songe bollo, “dhorish na. Ammarta beyriyey jaabey. Prothom semen tor guder modhhay ditey chaee.”

Amit puro bichanate juee phool chariye dilo tar par bollo, “tor blouse and bra ta khukey de. Tokay akkaybarey nangto chai amaar.” Amit amar ga theke blouse aar bra phule phele dilo aa amar khola mai te chumu khelo aar amar nipple gulo chuslo pher amake aste kore bichanate suie dilo. Ami Amit ke bollam, “aaye. Aamaar pashey shuye por.” Amit amar kache boslo aar jhunke amar thonte chumu khete laglo aar hath diye amar khola mayee gulo tipte laglo. Kichukhon pore Amit kaekta phool niye amar khola mayee gulote rakhlo aar duto phool amar niplo gulor opor rakhlo aar bollo, “tor shathey aajkey aamee phul shojya korchee.” Ami Amit ke bollam, “lokhee shona. Amaar khoob lojja korchhcey. Aalo ta bondo koray dey.” Amit amar mayee tipte tipte bollo, “na. Tui dekh, tokay kirom koray choda hoye. Aaami alo bondo korbo na.” Ami amar chok bando kore niam. Amit amar bando chokher opor kichu phoo; rekhe bollo, “chokh bondo koray thakley tui dekhbee kikoray?”

Amit amar choole hath bolate bolate amake chumu khete laglo. Chumu khte khete Amitr much nicher dike dhire dhire nabte laglo. Amit amar pete chumu khete khete amar nayee te nijer jeev dhukiye ek ghoralo. I jumped up with pleasure and hissed, “Aaaah Koreesh na.” Amit amar kotha na sune aro kayek bar amar nayee te chumu khelo aar tar por bollo, “tor skirt ta dheelay korchhee.” Amit amar skirter hook khule dilo aar sider zip ta khule dilo. Ebar Amit nijer angul amar skirter bhetore dhukiye dilo aar amar bhije panty te angul ghorate laglo. Ami Amitr hath dhore rukhte chailam ta nahole amar guder jal khase jabe. Amit amar hath duto dhore amar mathar opore kore bollo, “hath oikhaneyee rakh.” Tar por Amit amake bollo, “ektoo pacchhaa ta oonchuu kor. Tor skirt ta nambiye debo.” Amai lajja lajja bhav dekhiye amar mukhta ghuriye Amit ke bollam, “naa. Koreesh na.” Ami mujhe naa bolleo ami amar pachata ta tule dhorlam aar Amit amar komar theke amar skirt ta ashte ashte nabiye dilo aar tar skirt ta ke paa galiye bar kore chaire phele dilo.

Amar skirt kholar por amar ga te shudhu bhije panty chilo. Amit takhon bollo, “tor gudta shunkay dekhee.” Amit nakhta amar guder opor rakhlo aar bollo, “aaah ki shundor gondho.” Sab mahilara jerakon kore bole ami seyee rakom bollam, “kee hocchhey ta kee?” Amit amar khola theigh te hath ghorate laglo aar dhire dhire amar guder dike jete laglo aar bollo, “dekhi. Tor jangiya tao khulay dee,” aar amar panty dudike dhore khule nilo. Amar kichu karar chilo na shudhu pachata tule nilam aar Amit amar panty paa galiye nabiye dilo. Ami amar gudta hath diye dhakbar chesta korte Amit bollo, “tor gud ta key ami phool die dhekay dichhee,” aar amar hath ta guder opor theke sariye dilo aar bollo. “hath eikhaei thaka ucheet. Aaar neechey anbee na.” Amit amar guder opor rekhe amar gud niye khela korte laglo. Khanik por Amit bollo, “paa duto ektu phaak kor.” Ami jakhon paa phant korlam to Amit amar hatu dhore amar paa duto phank kore dilo aar amar guder bhetor phooler danta danta dhokate laglo. Koikbar phooler danta amar konte lagchilo aar amar sara gaa shirshir kore uthchilo. Ami Amit ke bollam, “aaaaah. Koreesh naa.” Khanik por Amit uthe amar paa duto aro phank kore tar majhe bose amar gud phank kore shunkte laglo. Amit amar gudta te chumu khete laglo. Ami gungiye gungiye Amit ke bollam, “gudta phank koray cheytey dey.” Ami bola matra Amit di hath diye amar gudta phank kore diye amar gude chumu kheye ekbar amar gudta chete dilo. Amar gudta chata songe songe amar sara sharir diye current daure gelo.

Jakhon Amit amar gude chumu khachillo aar chate dichilo, Amit bollo, “khuku. Ami aar thamtey parchhee naa. Amar bandata kheechey dey.” Ami hathta nich niye giye ami Amitr barat dhore niye tar gant theke chamra shariye diye teen char bar kheenchlam. Amitr sara sharir sakhta hoye gelo aar ek bar aahh korar por tar bara theke jhalke jhalke pheda berute laglo. Amar mukhe aar amar peter opor pheda porlo. Amit mal ber karar por bollo, “sorry. Aami aar thamatey paarlam naa.” Ami Amitr barata dhore aro ek du bar khecnche bollam, “sona. Aami jaani. Keechchu hoye nee. Ayee baarey tooee onyek lomba samay janno amake choodtey paarbee.” Ami Amitr bichi gulote hath buliye dilam aar take tene amar kache sue duye take jariye dharlam. Pheda gulo sab Amitr gaye lebre gelo. Khanik por Amit uthe boslo aar dukhoo korte laglo je tar pheda amar gude porlona. Ami uthe bose Amit ke bollam, “de. Tor baada ta kay ami chushey khada korchhee.” Ami amar much nabiye Amitr bara dhore abar tar ganth theke chamra shariye mukhe dhukiye nilam aar barata chatte aar chuste laglam. Aste aste Amit bara ta abar khara hoye gelo. Amitr khara bara dekhe ami bhavlam je aaee mota aar lamba barata eibar amar gude dhukbe aar amar chude chude hor korbe.

Amit abar amar mayee duto tipte laglo aar bonta gulo chute laglo. Nayee tipte tipte Amit amar guder cherate angul ghoste laglo ar bollo, “aeeto tor gud ta aakebarey bheejay gachey.” Amit bichana theke uthe condom ante gelo. Ami Amit ke baran korlam aar bollam, “amakey tuee condom naa porayee choodtey parish.” Amit bollo, “naa. Tuee pregnant hoye jaabee.” Ami hense bollam, “na hobeyna. Tuee ashbee bolay ami pill khetey arombho karay niyechee.” Amit amar katha sune bujhte parlo jo ami kato khani chodane meye hochchee aar ami kato bhalobashi tar barar choda khete. Amit abar bichanate ese amar opor sue porlo. Ami amar paa duto jato sambhav phank korlam aar ek hath diye nijet gudta phank kore dhorlam aar anno hath diye Amitr barata dhore amar guder mukhe lagiye dilam. Amit nijer omor nabiye amar gude aste kore mundeeta dhukiye dilo aar ami Amit ke bollam, “joray maar. Amaar goodey jorey maar.” Amit amar katha sune ek jhatka marlo aar tar barata amar gude char char kore duke gelo. Ami gud maranor khushite bollam, “amakey chudey dey. Aha aa aa makey chod. Jorey jorey chod.” Amit ebar jore jore barata amar gude dhokate aar bar korte lago aar bollo, “tokay ami bhalo baashee. Fuck you baby. Fuck you. Aaaaah.”

Ami Amit bara diye choda khete khete khub garam hoe gelam. Amit aggee ek bar nijer mal kore phele chilo tar janno tar barata besh bhalo bhave tatiye chilo amar gud besh bhalo kore chud chilo. Amar gud kichkhon pore jal chere dilo. Gud theke jal khoshe jabar por ami Amit ke bollam, “aamar ashchchee. Aaaaaa. Oooooh. Maa. Thama. Aar chudish naa.” Amit amar kotha na sune amake chude jete laglo. Amar gud theke abar jal khoslo. Ami Amit ke aste kore bollam, “please. Are chudish naa. Lokhee sona. Aaaaah. Oooooh.” Amit amar kono kathaye kan na diye chude jete laglo aar praye 5 minut pore amar gudta ke pheda diye bhoriye dilo. Ami bujhte parchilam je amar guder bhetor ta garam garam pheda diye bhore geche. Mal dalte dhalte Amit bolchilo, “Khuku. Khuku. Aaaah. Aaaah. Hmmmmm.” Amit amar opor dhole porlo aar amara ek dujon ke jariye chupchap pore royilam. Amitr barata amar gudete dhokano chilo aar maar paa doto Amitr komore jarano chilo. Khanikkhon por Amit komor tule barata amar guder theke bar korlo aar amio amar paa duto Amitr komor theke nabiye nilam, Amit amar pase sue porlo. Sue sue Amit amake jariye chumu khete khete bollo, “ayeto bhalo choda agye hoye nee toe.” Ami bollam, “condom thakley atoe bhalo lagey naa.” Amit amake bollo, “Khukmoni. Ami tokay aro anyek bar chudbo.” Ami Amit ke aste kore bollam, “ayee gud ta tor. Jokhon eechaa. Joto baar eecha tui amakey chod.” Er pore amra jarajori kore ghumiye porlam.

Amar ghum bhor charter somay bhenge gelo. Dekhi je Amit jege ache aar mar chokher opor chumu khache. Ami jiggesh korlam, “kee ray. Kee chaee.” Amit bollo, “tokay abaar chudbo.” Ami kichu bollam na khali dekhte laglam je Amit ki kore. Amit amake chumu khete laglo aar mai duto do hathe niye khablate laglo. Khanik por amar hath ta apna apni Amit barate chole gelo. Dekhi Amitr barata tatiye khara hoe ache. Amar gud theke jal charte laglo. Amit bichanate uthe boslo aar makeo bodalo aar bollo, “chal tokey ami kukurer moton chudbo ebibarey.” Palongta khub mazboot chilo na. Amit balish gulo niche phele amake niche char hathe paye jhunkte bollo. Tar por Amit amar pechene kukurer moton bose amake bollo, “haramjadee kutee. Tokay kukurer moton chudtey hobay.” Amit pechon theke amar guder mukhe barata lagiye ek hath diye amar mayee gulo tipte laglo aar anno hath diye amar guder mukhta khule dhore barata ek jhatkaye guder bhetore dhukiye dilo. Amit dhakka ta besh jore merechilo aar ami humri kheye balishe mukh diye pore gelam aar pachata oopore uthe gelo. Ami gungiye bollam, “aaah Ooooh Ma.” Tar por Amit aste barata amar gude dhokate aar bar korte laglo. Amaro khub bhalo lagchilo. Dhire dhire chodar speed barte laglo aar bolte laglo. “Gudboti maagi. Nay ebarey tui kukurer moton jorey gud chudiye dekh.” Tar por jerakam kore kurkur gilo chode, Amit amake jire jore chudete laglo.

Amar mukh diye khali gonganor awaj beruchilo, jerakom, “hann. Aaaaa. Eeeeee. Hannn.” Mitu amake chdte chudte bolchilo, “kuttia. Haramjaadee. Mara. Tor good ta maaraa.” Ami Amit ke bollam, “amar guder konta ke bhalo kore chimtee kat.” Amit amar guder konta dhore narchilo, amar mayee tipchilo aar pechon theke gude thap marchilo. Khanik pore Amit chenchiye uthlo, “Oooooh. Aaaah Hnnnn. Amee aaashchee.” Amader gud aar barar jal ek songe berulona, amar guder jal Amitr barar theke ras berubar por berulo tabe khoob jore berulo aar anek khani berulo. Amara choda chudee shesh habar par khanik khan matite chup chap gude bara niye sue roilam aar tar par Amit uthe amake kole kore tule bichanate sueye dilo aar nijeo amar pase sue porlo. Amit amar kane kane bollo, “tokay choodtay amar khoob bhalo lagey.” Amara chup chap sue raoilam aar majhe majhe chumu khete laglam.

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Namaste,

Kem chho? Aap ni seva ma-n hu-n Neelam.

Rajasthan ni trip vakhate me-n ane Ravi e Jigar ane Mala sathe chudai kevi rite kari e aape Neelam Ni Jaagruti –9 ma-n vanchyu-n hashe. Mala ne chodava ma-n Ravi ne bahu maja padi, jyare Jigar pase chodavavano mara mate bijo prasang hato. Mane pan Jigar no lund levani bahu maja padi.

Gher aavya ni paheli ratre j Ravi mara par tuti padya. Kapada-n kadhata-n kadhata-n ma-n mara blouse na-n tran chaar hok todi nakhya ane bra fadi nakhi. Rape karata hoy em mane famfodi nakhi. Palang par nakhi ne ther ther kiss karava laagya. Mane gali gali thati hati etale hu-n kuda kud karati hati. Kiss karata-n karata-n ketalik jagya e emane bachaka-n pan bharya-n. Maara hoth karadya ane emani jadi aakhi jobh mara mo-n ma-n khosi didhi. Banne haathe stan eva to masali nakhya ke chakama padi gaya-n. Nipples ne pahela- chusi ane pachhi karadi. Jangali ni jem jor thi mari jaangh paholi kari bhos upar mo-n chotadi didhu-n. Sidha clitoris ne chusava mandi padya. Sathe sathe chut ma-n tran angalio ghali roughly ragadava mandi padya.

Me-n kahyn-n, “Jara dhira pado. Hu-n nasi javani nathi.” Pan e emani jaat par kabu rakhi shakya nahi-n. Mara ghutan chhek mara kan ne adake etala uncha lidha ane ek jordar talla thi emano aath inch lambo lund mari chut ma-n ghusadi didho. Etalu-n saru-n hatu-n ke mari yoni ma-n kam ras vaheto thai gayo hato etale lund ne pesata-n var lagi nahin. Lund ghali ne e hamesh ni jem rokaya nahin. Dhada dhad talla mari chodava mandi padya. Tej vakhate banne hath ma-n stan pakadya ane mo-n thi mo-n lagavi French kiss karava mandi padya.

Mara man ma-n em hatu-n ke aatala excite thai gaya chhe etale jaladi zari padashe ane hu-n adhuri rahi jaish. Pan na, jaane bhut valagyu-n hoy tem emane mane puri vis minute chodi. Hu-n be vakhat zari. Emane jyare pichakari chhodi tyare mane thyu-n ke aaje mara-n ek be haadaka-n bhagi jashe, etala jor thi mane bhinsi didhi.

Ek kalak pachhi tufan shamyu-n. Hu-n thaki gai hati pan emana pet nu-n panni pan halyu-n na hatu-n. Dhagalo viry okya pachhi pan emano lund namyo na hato. Chodava nu-n biju-n round e chalu karavana hata ne me-n kahyu-n. “Bas, Ravi bas. Aaje thayu-n chhe shu-n tamane ? Mane maari nakhavi chhe tamare ?”

Mane bachchio thi navaravi nakhi e bolya,”Tara pahela-n to hu-n maru-n. Pan jo, haji lund naram padyo nathi etale…..”

“Na, vahala, na. Aaje have nahin. Hu-n bahu thaki gai chhu-n. Tame to ek vakhat zarya chho pan hun to tran vakhat. Maru-n maano, kale savare fari chodajo.”

Maru-n kahyu-n mani e utarya ane mane bath ma-n lai unghi gaya. Bija divase savare eatala moda uthya ke chodava no mel na padyo. Zat pat taiyaar thai e davakhane gaya ane me-n Mala ne phone jodyo.

Aagali raate Ravi e je rite mane chodi hati te me-n Mala ne kahi sambhalavyu-n. E boli, “Navai ni vat. Jigar e pan evi j rite mane chodi chhe.”

“Mane yaad chhe, Shamali no pan evo j anubhav chhe. E jyare farm ma-n aave chhe tyare Raaj ene regular chode chhe, pan e jyaare ena var paase pachhi jaay chhe tyare eno var ene bamana jor thi chodi nakhe chhe. Hu-n Ravi ne pchh joish ke aam kem ?”

Biji rate Ravi shant hata. Regular rite chumban, stan mardan, yoni mathan ane chhevate ling pravesh, em kari emane mane ek kalak sudhi chodi.

E bathroom ma-n jai lund dhoi aavya ane pathari ma-n padya. Mein puchhyu-n, “Kale shu-n thayu-n hatu-n tamane ?”

“Mane j samaj nathi padati. Aakho divas tari chut ma-n aavato jato Jigar no lund dekhaya karato hato.”

“Ane Mala ni chut ? E yaad aavati na hati ?”

“E pan khari ane tari gaand pan khari. Saanj sudhi ma-n hu-n etalo excite thai gayo hato ke….”

“…ke patni ne ghachh ghachavi ne chodi naakhi, kharu-n ne ?”

“Evu-n j. Pan sorry, tane vagyu-n to nathi ne ?”

“Bahu modu-n puchho chho. Pan na, vaagyu-n nathi. Have hu-n sattar varas ni kachi kumvari nathi rahi. Tamaro lund lai lai ne ghadai gai chhu-n.”

“Aapana be na score sarakha thaya. Te-n be lund lidha ane me-n be chut chodi. E kahe, tane Jiga no lund yaad aave chhe ke nahin.”

“Kem na aave ?”

“Trijo levano hoy to kono pasand kare ?”

”Raaj bhaiya no.”

”Khare khar ?”

”Ha, hu-n paheli vaar farm ma-n aavi tyar thi emane ketali y var najar thi mane nagi kari chhe. Ane saheb, mara sogand khai ne kaho ke tame Sima ne ketali var man ma-n ne man ma-n chodi chhe.”

Chevate ame nakki karyu-n ke vahela ma-n vaheli take farm ma-n javu-n ane Raaj-Sima saathe chodava ni maja luntavi. Das divas pachhi ek doctor amare tya-n nokari e rahya ane fua no phon aavyo ke saty narayan ni katha rakhi chhe. Ame banne farm ma-n upadya-n.

Pahela divase katha hati ane ba, bapuji pan hajar hata etale khas kai-n thayu-n nahin. Bija divase badha maheman vikharai gaya. Sanje jami ne ame char jan Raaj na bedroom ma-n betha-n. Chare y na man ma-n ek j vichar hato, chodava no pan pahel kon kare ? Etala ma-n Raaj bolya.

Raaj: Kevi rahi tamari Rajasthan ni trip ?

Ravi: Saras. Maja aavi. Jigo ane Mala sathe hata-n.

Sima: Varasad na divaso hata, tamane nadyo nahin ?

Mane hasavu-n aavi gayu-n. Sharamai ne hu-n nichu-n joi gai.

Raaj: Hasavu-n aave evu-n shu-n thayelu-n ?

Ravi: Shu-n thayelu-n, Nilu ?

Haji mane Raaj ni bahu sharam aavati hati. Emane ane Shamali e mali ne mane ghoda ghodi nu-n chodan batavyu-n hatu-n te divas thi hu-n Raaj thi khub sharamati hati.

Hu-n: Mane na puchhasho. Tame j kaho.

Ravi: Err..ahmm…eto evu-n banyu-n ke saat divas rakhadya pan kya-n y evi jagya na mali ke jya-n…jya-n sagavad male.

Sima: Sagavad etale chodava ni sagavad em ne ?

Ravi: Ha, ha, em j.

Raaj: Pachhi shu-n karyu-n ?

Ravi: Pachhi varasad na lidhe ek sarkari guest house ma-n rokai javu-n padyu-n. Nadava ne badale varasad amane anukul thayo.

Raaj: E guest house ma-n tame chare jane chodan karyu-n, barabar ?

Ravi: Barabar.

Sima: Tame Mala ne chodi ane Jigare Niluben ne ?

Ravi: Mala e paheli var gaand pan maravi. Paheli var ek sathe be…be…

Raaj: Ek saathe be lund lidha. Nilu, ten shu-n karyu-n ? Joti rahi ?

Hu-n Ravi na padakha ma-n bethi hati, sharam thi me-n maro chahero dhanki didho ane Ravi saathe lapai gai.

Raaj: Bahu sharamili, tu to Nilu. Ravi, roj chodava de chhe khari ? Nagi karava de chhe ke pachhi ekali nighty unchi le chhe ?

Ravi e mane alagi kari ane bolya: Mane na valgish. Javab aap. Aam to lund leti vakhate to kai-n sharamati nathi; bahu kuda kud karu-n chhu-n.

Sima: Raheva do tame be jan. Dhire dhire sharam tuti jashe. Kem Niluben ?

Raaj: Pan Nilu e shu-n karyu-n te to kaho. Ravi tu bol.

Ravi: Mari Nilu e pan gaand maravi ane be lund lidha.

Raaj: Vaah, vaah. Nilu, aaje sho vichar chhe ? Ek lund levo chhe ke be ?

Hu-n kai-n boli shaki nahin. Daramiyan Sima Raaj na padakha ma-n bharai bethi hati. Raaj no lund bahar kadhi ne Sima e mutthi ma-n pakadyo hato. Mari jindagi ma-n aa trijo lund hu-n joti hati. Baap re, kevado moto . Lambo to Ravi na jetalo j hashe pan jaddo dhoka jevo hato. Biladi na top evu-n maathu-n motu-n hatu-n pan topi thi dhankayau-n na hatu-n. Ravi e mane pachhi thi janvelu-n ke nanpan ma-n lodi ni topi chadati na hovathi Raaj ne sunnat karavavi padi hati. Sima halave halave muth maarati hati. Raaj ena stan masalaa hata. Mein Ravi no lund pampali joyo, e pan tatar j hato. Mari bhos bhini thava lagi hati ane dintio ma-n thi zanzanaati nikali chhek clitoris sudhi jati hati.

Eva maa-n Ravi no cell phone vagyo. “Ha,ha, o.k., bahu saras, ketali vaar laagashe ?” Vagere vaat kari phon bandh karyo ane bolya, “Jigo ane Mala aave chhe. E loko Godhara thi paachha fare chhe ane farm aagal thi j nikalavana chhe. Raat padi gai chhe ane aapane anhi-n chhi e etale anhi-n rokai jashe. Pandar minute ma-n aavava joi e.”

Badha khush thai gaya. Raj kahe, “Sima, hamana-n chhodi de lund. Jigar ave, jami le pachhi vaat.”

Jigar ane Mala aavi gaya-n. E loko e jami lidhu-n. Badha-n maheman ghar na divan khana ma-n jai ne betha-n. Sharuat ma-n regular pati-patni ni jod bethi.

Raaj: Ravi tamari Rajasthan ni trip ni vaat karato hato. Sarkari guest house ma-n tame je laher kari e sambhali ne mane ane Sima ne afsos thayo ke ame tamari sathe na hata.

Jigar: Koi vandho nahin, Jagya tyar thi savar. Aaj ni rat to aapani j chhe ne ?

Ravi: Pahela-n ladies ne puchi joi e. Nilu ? Mala ? Sima ? Sho vichar chhe ?

Mala e maari saamu-n joyu-n ane ame khilkhilat hasi padi.

Sima: Ema-n puchhava nu-n shu-n ? Amane trane y ne lund levo game chhe, kharu-n ne Niluben ?

Jigar: Ek niyam, koi pati potani patni ne chut ma-n chodi nahi-n shake, na to eni gaand maari shake.

Raaj: Lund chusava ni chhut ?

Jigar: Ha, ane pati e patn ni bhos chusava ni chhtut.

Ravi: Chaalo, baheno, jagya badalo.

Kon koni saathe sharuat kare ena maate chitthi nakhi. Maaru-n naam Raaj saathe aavyu-n. Mala Ravi saathe ane Sima Jigar saathe. Mane to sharuaat thi j galgaliya-n thava lagya-n. Sharam pan etali j aavati hati.

Raaj ubha thai maari pase aavya ane hath pakdi mane ubhi kari. Mara pag ma-n jane jor j na hatu-n, maarathi ubha rahevayu-n nahi-n etale emane mane kamar pakadi teko aapyo ane potana badan sarasi dabi didhi. Mara pet upar emano tatar lund dabayo. Mane khola ma-n lai e sofa par betha. Ek hathe maro chahero uncho kari emane laaaambi French kiss kari ane stan pampaalya. Mane kan ma-n kahe, “Nilu, tane khabar chhe kyar no hu-n tane chodava talapi rahyo chhu-n ?”

Mane khabar hati chhata-n y doku-n halavi me-n na padi.

Emano ek hath mara kula par farato hato ane bijo stan ramadato hato. E bolya,”Te divase savare tu-n ghoda ghodi nu-n chodan jova aavi hati tyaare taaji ungh ma- thi utheli hati ane etali mast lagati hati ke jo Shamali hajar na hot to tane tya-n ne tya-n j chodi nakhi hot. Have etalu-n kahe, maro lund levano gamashe ?”

Emana gale hath vintali ne me-n saamu-n aalingan aapyu-n ane kan ma-n kahyu-n,

“Game chhe etale to aavi chhu-n.”

“Pahelu-n shu-n karvu-n chhe ?”

“Tamane game te. Sima sathe shu-n karo chho pahelu-n ?”

“Ene lund chusava no game chhe.”

Me-n himmat kari emana lund par haath mukyo. Emane mari nighty kholi bra kadhi nakhi. Nicha nami ne emane jyare dintio mo-n ma-n lidhi tyare mari chut ma-n fataka thava lagya ane kam ras na fuvara thi piki bhini bhini thai gai. Me-n pan emana pajama ni naadi kholi nakhi. Andar nicker pahereli na hati etale emnao tagado lund mara hath ma-n aavi gayo. Khola ma-n thi saraki ne hu-n jamin par aavi gai. Pakadya vagar j Raaj no jaaddo lund ubho rahi gayo hato. Dhire thi me-n mari jibh lund na matha par feravi. Tarat j lund kudyo ane khasi gayo. Me-n have ene ek hathe pakadyo ane mo-n kholi aakhu-n mathu-n andar lidhu-n. Raaj na mo-n ma-n thi siskari nikali gai. Aaju baaju shu-n chali rahyu-n chhe te jova nu-n bhan na rahyu-n amane.

Ravi e shikhavadya mujab me-n lund na matha ne jibh vade talava saathe dabavi rakhyu-n. Raaj no lund evado jaddo hato ke maaru-n mo-n pure pru-n kholavu-n padyu-n hatu-n. Sharuaat thi j lund thumaka leto hato. Ena kana ma-n thi chikano kam ras nikalato hato je maara thunk sathe mali ne lund ne palali mukato hato. Thodi var pachhi me-n mathu-n chusava maandyu-n. Lund ni dandi je mo-n ni bahar hati te me-n mutthi ma-n pakadi hati, Mutthi vade me-n muth maravani pan chalu kari. Chusata-n chusata-n lund na matha ne me-n mara mo-n ma-n chare baju feravyu-n ane jibh vade chatyu-n. Raaj na kula dhakka deva laagya etale me-n mo-n vadhu paholu-n karyu-n. Have chut ni jem mo-n ma-n lund aavato jato kari Raaj mane chodava laagya. Mari uttejana pan khub vadh agai hati. Aakha badan ma-n aag laagi hoy em laagatu-n hatu-n. Stan bhare ane kathan thai gaya hata. Nipples ane clitoris kadak thai gai gati. Kam ras thi panty bhini thava lagi hati.

Eva ma-n mari bhos par koi ni angalio farava mandi. Me-n joyu-n to Mala ane Ravi amari najik aavi gaya-n hata-n. Ravi no lund pan Mala na mo-n ma-n bharayo hato. Mala khud excite thayeli hati pan ene ek hathe mari clitoris ramadava mandi hati. Me-n pan mari be angalio eni ras zarati chut man gahali g-spot ghasava mandyu-n.

Raaj bolya, “Ravi, Nilu ne saras aavade chhe lund chusata-n.”

Ravi kahe, “Mala kai-n kam nathi Jovu-n chhe ?”

Raaj: Mala ne vaandho na hoy to. Nilu ?

Banne jane emana lund bahar kadhya Mala e mari jagya lidhi ane Raaj no lund mo-n ma-n lidho. Hu-n uthi ne Jigar paase gai.

Jigar: Sima, Nilu ne mara lund no svaad chakhava de, ane tu-n Ravi no chakhi aav.

Sima Ravi pase gai ane tarat j Ravi e ene mo-n ma-n chodava maandi. Sima nu-n badhu-n nanu-n nanu-n hatu-n, stan, chut, clitoris ane mo-n pan. Ravi mna lund thi enu-n mo-n bharai gayu-n. Raaj no lund e kevi rite leti hashe e j navai laagi mane.

Aa baju Jigare prem thi mane mo-n ma-n chodava mandi. Badha-n na mo-n ma-n thi si si ahh ahh oh oh avaj aavava lagya. Panchek minute mukh-maithun karya pachhi ame jagyao badali. Raaj e mara banne stan nirdayata thi masali nakhya ane nipples par dant besaadya. Ek hath ni angalio e bhos ni khabar leva mandi ane clitoris pampalava mandi. Mara kula aapo aap dolava lagya. Raaj mane palang par lai gaya, chatti suvadi, jaangh paholi kari ane bhos upar chonti padya. Lambi jibh vade chare taraf thi bhos barabar chati pachhi j faat ma-n ghali. Be aangalio chut ma-n ghali ane te j vakhate clitoris hoth vade pakadi chusava maandi. Hu-n na kahu-n te pahela-n achanak j jordar orgasm mane fari valyu-n je puri tris second chalyu-n.

Mari chut ma-n orgasm na fataaka shant pade te pahela-n Raaj ubha thaya ane ek hathe lund pakadi chut ma-n ghai didho. Sunnat thayela ane jaadda lund thi mari yoni tass tasi ne bharai gai. Jevo emene lund ne yoni ma-n chhek unde sudhi ghalyo ke tarat mane biju-n orgasm thayu-n. Aa vakhate yoni shant thay etali var e rokaya. Pachhi dhima talla thi mane chodava mandi. Dhire dhire talla ni zadap ane jor vadhava lagya. Chhevate e mara upar sui gaya, mane bath ma-n lidhi ane kula halavi jor jor thi chodava lagya. Bhina thayela lund chut ma-n thi luchh-puchh luchh-puchh avaj aavata hata. Mara akha badan ma-n jane emano lund fari valato hoy em mane lagatu-n hatu-n. Vis minute sudhi emane mane dharai ne chodi pachhi e zarya. Lund evo moto hato ke chut ma-n viry mate jaga j na hati etale badhu-n viry land ni baju ma-n thai ne bahar nikali aavyu-n.

Baju ma-n Ravi jamin par chatta suta hata ane Mala emana par bethi hati. Ravi no lund eni chut ma-n fasayelo hato. Kula uncha nicha kari e lund ne chut ma-n ghalati hati ne kadhati hati. Jyare e unchi thati hati tyare Ravi no jado lund, bhos na pahola thayea hoth ane tatar clitoris dekhata-n hata-n. Ravi e ena banne stan pakadya hata. Dhiri gati e emanu-n chodan chalau-n hatu-n.

Jode na bija palang par Jigar fata fat Sima ni chut mari rahya hata. Sima e pag uncha lidha hata etale Jigar no lund chut ma-n aavato jato ame joi shkata hata. Jigar ni mahenat chhata-n y em laagatu-n hatu-n ke Sima thi zari shakatu-n na hatu-n. Raaj ne Sima ni chaavi janata hata etale emane jai ne Jigar ne kan ma-n kai-n kahyu-n. Jigare stan ni nipples mo-n ma-n lai jor thi chusava maandi. Sima tarat j kuda kud karava mandi padi ane “Oy maa..sssssiiiiii……” avaj athe zari padi.

Raaj bolya,”Dosto, fari ek vaar partner badalava chhe ?”

Jigar kahe, “Ladies ne puchho.”

Mala kahe, “Ame to taiyar j chhi e, kem Sima, Nilu ?”

Fari Jigar mari pase aavya ane bolya, “Nilu, paachhal thi levo chhe ?”

Vagar bolye hu-n char page thai gai.. Jigar paachhal thi chadya. Zarya na hova thi lund kadak hato. Pachhal thi pesata-n lund sidho j clitoris par ghasava lagyo. Mari clitoris bahu j sensitive bani gai hati, mara thi lund no sparsh sahan thato na hato. Me-n Jigar ne kahyu-n, “Mara thi sahan nathi thatu-n, sidhi position ma-n chodo ne.” Jigar e lund kadhi position badali. Hu-n pag pahola kari ne chatti suti. Jigar e fari emano lund mari yoni m-n ghalyo ane zadapi talla thi mane chodava mandi. Yoni na snayu sankochi men lund ne dabavo. Jigar bolya, “Oh, oh…Nilu, aa navu-n kya-n thi shikhi laavi ? Pakad, pakad lund ne, bahu maja aave chhe.” E dhakka deta rahya ane me-n french kiss kari. Panch ek minte ma-n ame banne sathe zari padya.

Baaju ma-n Mala e Raaj no jaaddo lund chut ma-n lidho hato ane kula halavi halavi ne chodavati hati. Sima e Ravi no lund mo-n ma-n lidho hato ane jor jor thi chusati hati.

Ek kalak sudhi chodava nu-n chalyu-n. Hu-n kul mali ne paanch vakhat zari. Sima ane Mala e pan etali var orgasm anubhavya-n. Trane y purusho babbe vakhat zarya hata. Badha thaki gaya-n hata-n ane badha-n ne bhukh lagi hati. Rasoda ma-n thi je malyu-n te hu-n lai aavi ane badha e khadhu-n. Safai ni fikar karya vina badha unghi gaya pot potana pati ke patni ne lai ne.

Maari aankh ughadi tyare paanch vagya hashe. Ravi ni angalio mari piki par farati hati. Ek palang par Raaj ane Sima suta-n hata-n ane bija par Jigar ane Mala. Hu-n ane Rav jamin par hata-n. Amara be sivay na char unghata-n hashe em me-n maanyu-n hatu-n.

Chodata-n pahela-n ghani var ame natak bhajavi e chhi e. Koi var hu-n veshya no rol bhajavu-n to koi var Ravi gunda bani mane rape kare. Ek vakhat hu-n saaith varas ni dosi bani hati ane e chaud varas na kishor. Aavi rite juda juda rol ma-n chodavavani khub maja aave chhe. Te divase savare hu-n jane chaud varas ni kumvari chhokari bani gai ane Ravi tris varas na ‘uncle’.

Hu-n gabharai ne boli, “Haay haay, uncle. Ahi-n shu-n karo chho mari pathari ma-n?”

“Kai-n nahin, beta. Tane bath ma-n lai suva aavyo chhu-n.” Ravi e mane bath ma-n lidhi ne stan dabavya.

“Uncle, na dabavasho, mane dukhe chhe.”

“Nahin dabavu-n. Pampaalu-n to gamashe tane ?”

“Gamashe. Pan mara pet ma-n aa kathan kathan shu-n khunche chhe ?” Em kahi me-n Ravi no tatar lund amara pet vachche hato tene pakadyo.

“Beta, ene lund kahe chhe.”

“Lund ? Te aavo kadak hoy ? Mare lund kem nathi ?”

“Tu-n chhokari chho etale tare lund na hoy, tare bhos hoy. Chhe ne tara be pag vchche ?”

“Ene to piki kahevay. Pan lund jado j kem rahe chhe ?”

“Beta, lund hamesha kadak na hoy, chodavanu-n man thaay tyare j aavo thaay.”

“Uncle, aa chodava nu-n etale shu-n ? Atyare tamaro lund kadak chhe etale tamane chodava nu-n man thu-n chhe?” Hu-n hath vade Ravi no lund ramadati hati.

“Jo, beta, tari bhos ma-n ek kaanu-n hoy chhe. Ema-n lund ghali ne andar bahar karava ni kriya ne chodavu-n kahe chhe. Ane ha, mane chodava nu-n bahu man thayu-n chhe.”

“Te lund andar ghale tyare dukhe nahin ?”

“Thodu-n dukhe pan ek var lund andar pesi jaay pachhi bahu maja aave. Em kar, mari nicker utari nago lund pakad.”

“Na baa, mane to sharam aave.”

“Ema-n sharam shani ? Laav hu-n tari chaddi utari tari bhos pampalu-n ane tu-nmaro lund pampaal.” Ravi e ane me-n nicker utarava no abhinay karyo. Me-n fari lund pakadyo. Kam ras thi lund bhino bhino thai gayo hato. Hu-n boli, “Uncle, aato chikano chikano thai gayo chhe.”

“Te thai j jaay. Tari piki pan bhini bhini thai chhe.”

“Uncle, mane kai-n kai-n thay chhe, tame tya-n ado chho tyare.” Ravi clitoris ramadata hata.

“Je thaay te thava de, beta. Pag pahola kar jara.” Mara pagphola kari Ravi upar chadi gaya. Hath ma-n lund pakadi bhos ni fat ma-n ghasava laagya.

“Uncle, gali gali thay chhe. Hiii..hiii..hi. Tame mane chodo chho, uncle ?”

“Avaj na karish, beta. Baju ma-n j tara bhai ane bhabhi suta-n chhe e jagi jashe.”

“Uncle, e jagata-n hoy em laage chhe. Juo bhai bhabhi upar chadi bhabhi ne mare chhe.”

“Beta, bhai marata nathi, bhabhi ne chode chhe.” Hakikat ma-n ek palang par Jigar Mala ne ane bija palang par Raaj Sima ne dhire dhire chodata hata ane amaru-n natak sambhalata hata.

Ravi e lund yoni ma-n ghalyo. Hu-n chis paadi uthi, “Bahu dukhe chhe, uncle. Na ghalasho. Bahu jado chhe tamaro. Utari jaav.”

Ame char e jan khad khadat hasi padya-n ane natak puru-n thayu-n. Me-n mara pag Ravi ni kamar farate vintalya ane hath gardan farate. Emane maara kula niche hath nakhi uncha karya ane unchi thayeli bhos upar thapa thapp, thapa thapp talla marava mandya.

Jigar kahe, “Ravi, saachavi ne chod, bichari nani chhe, eni chut fati na jaay.”

Raaj bolya, “Chodi ghal saali ne. Nani chhe pan ketalay divas thi lund lau-n lau-n kari rahi chhe. Bhabhi ne karo chho evu-n mane pan karo ne em mane kahe chhe.”

Ravi bolya, “Sab sab ki sambhaliyo, apani apani chodiyo. Meri to ye gul badan hai, mein ahista ahista chodunga.”

Pati patni ni trane jodi chodava ma-n mashgul thai gai. Bija lund vade chodavya pachhi patino lund bahu mittho laage chhe evo anubhav amane trane chokario ne thayo. Evi j rite bhaio ne pan biji chut chodya pachhi potani patni ni chut khub j rasili lagati hati. Trane purusho bamana jor thi pot potani patni ne chodi rahya hata ane patnio pan etala j jor thi chodavi rahi hati. Lag bhag tris chalis minute pachhi vara farati chha e jan zarya ane chhuta padya. Fari badha-n unghi gaya-n te chhek aath vaage uthya-n.

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Hai, Kaise hein aap? Mein hun Neelam, aap ki seva men, meri kahani liye. Chaar saal ki lambi muddat ke baad 12vi ki pariksha de kar mein ghar aayi. Daramiyan mere badan men kafi fark pad gaya tha. Bachchi men se mein ab javan ho gayi thi. Sara badan gol chikana ho gaya tha. Sine par bade santare jaise stan ubhar aaye the aur din prati din badhate ja rahe the. Chhoti chhoti komal nipples sensitive ban gayi thi, bra ka sparsh bhi sahan nahin kar pati thi. Thoda sa sparsh se hi nipples men se current nikal padata tha aur jata tha bhos tak. Mere chutad bhari aur chaude ho gaye the, chalate samay tharra ne lagate the. Kakh men aur mons par kale ghungharale zant nikal aaye the. Mera man bhi chanchal ho gaya tha. Javan ladako ki or dekhana achchha lagata tha. Koi muze tiki tiki dekhe to sharm aane lagati thi. Cinema ke “hot” scene dekhane se bhos gili ho ne lagi thi. Hast maithn men khub maja aane laga tha. Ghar aane ke baad koi mana karane vala na hone se mein har roj do tin baar hast maithun kar leti thi.

Mere aane ke ek hapte baad mataji, pitaji, fufi aur fufa ne pandrah din ka yatra ka program banaya. Darmiyan muze farm men rahana tha. Mein man hi man men bahut khush hui ki chalo Ravi se mil sakungi lekin sharm se dikhava kar na saki.

Ek din fufi ne gaadi bhej hamen bula liye. Muze dekh kar sab ko khushi hui.

Fufi ne kaha, “Ari, tu to kafi badi ho gayi ho.”

Fufa bole, “Hostel ka khana pina mafik aaya lagata hai”

Raaj to maano najaron se hi mere kapade utar rahe the aur mere stano ki size naap rahe the. Vo bole, “Lagata hai ki mama ko jaldi se ladaka dhndh nikalana padega.” Unke bolane ke bajay un ki najaron se sharama ke mein bhaag gai. Ye to achchha hua kyun ki meri nipples bagavat kar ke kadi ho gai thi aur bra aur kurti ke aar paar saaf dikhai de rahi thi.

Ravi kahin dikhate nahin the. Fufi ne kaha, “College men kuchh kam aa gaya hai isi liye do din baad aayega.” Mein niraash ho gai, Kya karen ?

Dopahar ko kam par Shamali aayi. Unhen dekh muze bahut khushi hui aur navai bhi. Shamali farm ke ek worker ki ladaki, meri umr ki thi. Bachpan men mein, vo aur Ravi saath khela karate the. Nange ho kar talab men nahane padate the. Shamali thoda kuchh padhi thi lekin us ke baap ne pandrah saal ki umar men hi use byaah diya tha. Shamali azad dimag ki ladaki thi aur aisa suna tha ki us ka pati bhi rangila tha.

Muze dekhate hi vo gale lag gayi. Meine puchha, “Shamali, kisi ho? Tu yahan kaise ?”

Us ne bataya ki us ki ma bimar thi isi liye do mahino vaste aayi thi. Ab ma ki sehat achchhi thi. Meine kaha, “Ye bata , tere sasural men sab achchha hai na ?”

Vo boli, “Raat ko mein aaungi aur yahan soungi. Khub baaten karenge.”

Ye baat chalati thi aur divankhana se avaj aayi. Koi naukar Raaj se kah raha tha, “Seth, Amarsinh Bapu ne sandesh bheja hai ki un ki ghodi heat men aayi hai to kab laaven ?”

“Dhire bol, bevakuf,” Raaj ki avaj aayi, “Kal subah bulana. Aur dekh, Ajit aur Mohan ko bhi bata dena.”

“Ji, sarkar,” kah ke naukar chala gaya.

Sham ki train se buzarg log yatra ko nikal pade. Jate jate Raaj se kahate gaye ki vo meri dekh bhal kare. Raaj ne fir muze “vaisi” najar se dekha aur bole, “Fikr mat kijiyega. Mein jo hun, aur Ravi bhi aa jaayega. Shamali bhi hai.” Aage aap dekhenge ki unhon ne kaisi delh bhal ki meri.

Rat ko Shamali aayi. Bistar par lete lete khub baaten ki. Muze tab yaad aaya to meine pauchha, “Shamali, ye “heat men aana” kya hota hai ?”

Vo jara chonk padi lekin boli, “Tum ne kahan suna ye ?’

“Dopahar ek nauker Raaj se kah raha tha ki koi Amarsinh ki ghodi heat men aai hai. Tu ne suna nahin tha ?’

“Kaha hoga. Lekin….”

“Lekin kya ?”

“Bataungi to sun kar tum ko sharm aayegi.”

“Achchha? Aisi bhi kya baat hai ?”

Kuchh hich kichahat ke baad us ne kaha, “ Tum ne kabhi chodana shabd suna hai ?’

Muze koi sharm nahin hui. Meine kaha, “Han, suna hai. Ganda shabd hai. Achchhi ladakiyan nahin bolati.”

“Jo ho so ho. Heat men aana ka matlab hai mada prani chudavane ke liye taiyar hai.”

Muze vo gadha gadhi ka prasang yaad aaya. Mein boli, “To is se kya hota hai ?”

“To aisi mada ko nar ke paas le ja kar chudavaten hein.”

”Lekin kyun ?”

”Oh, oh. Chudavane se mada garbhavati hoti hai aur use bachcha paida hota hai.”

“Ek baat puchhun ? Tu majak na udaye to ?”

“Puchho.”

”Ye chodana kya hota hai ?”

“Are, itana padhi ho fir bhi malum nahin ?”

”Shamali, kaun bataye muze ? Aur kis ko puchhun mein ? Meine suna hai ki log chodane ke vaste shadi karaten hein aur chodane men bahut maja aata hai. Kya ye such hai ? Manushy men bhi chudai hoti hai ?”

Shamali thodi der soch men pad gayi. Bad men boli, “Han, sach hai ki manushy men bhi chudai hoti hai aur shadi ke bad pati patni chudai karaten hein. Achchhi tarah se ki gayi chudai men do no ko khub aanand milata hai. Lekin pahale ye batao, tum janati ho ki aadami aur aurat men fark kya hota hai ?”

Meine kaha. “Han, aadami ko dadhi muchh hoten hai aur aurat ko ye” meine mere stan par hath rakkha.

“Vo to sahi, lekin mukhy fark kya hai ?”

“Oh, samaji. Auraton ko bhos hoti hai, mardon ko pipi.”

“Bahanji, mardon ka is ko loda kahaten hein. Pipi to chhote ladakon ki hoti hai.”

“Achchha, mardon ka loda hota hai, is se kya ?”

“Chodate vakt loda tan kar lamba, mota aur kada ho jata hai aur bhos gili ho jati hai. Mard apana tatar loda jis ko lund kahaten hein us ko aurat ki chut men dal kar andar bahar…yun…yun…” us ne ek hath ki ugai ki ring banayi aur dusare hah ki ungali andar dali, “yun kar ke chodata hai.”

“Baap re, vo vo lund chut men ghus jata hai?” Muze vo gadhi yaad aa gayi.

”Be shak, ghus jata hai.”

”Dard nahin hota ?”

“Pahali chudai ke samay ladaki ka yoni patal tutata hai. Tab dard hota hai. Bad men nahin. Bad men to bas maja hi maja..”

“Tu aur tera pati bhi…..?”

“Han, mera pati bhi muze chodata hai, har roj ek bar to sahi.”

“Kahaten hein ki chodane se bachcha paida hota hai?”

“Sach hai. Chod ne ki charam sima ke vakt aadami ka viry chhutata hai jis men shukranu hote hein. In men se ek shukranu stri ke bij saath jud jata hai aur naya bachcha ban jata hai.”

In baton darmiyan mere anjane men mera ek hath stan se khel raha tha aur dusara bhos sahala raha tha. Shamali ki bhi yehi halat thi.

“Tu ne kabhi ghode ghodi ko chodate dekha hai ?”

“Kai baar.”

“Kal dekhenge ham ?”

“Kyun nahin ? Tu ne kabhi dekha nahin hoga.”

“Ek bar meine gadha gadhi ko dekha tha. Lekin muze ye khayal tha ki lund gadhi ki gaand men ghusa tha.”

“Na na, Lund gaand men dale use gaand maarana kahaten hein aur ye fakt manushy hi karata hai, dusare prani nahin.”

“Tere pati ne teri gaand maari hai ?”

“Jarur, mahvari ke tin dino me jab chut nahin milati tab kabhi kabhi maar leta hai.”

“Tuze pasand hai gaand marvana ?”

“Khas nahin, lekin mere pyare ko jo bhaye vo sab karane ko mein raaji hun. Dusare, chut ka aur gaand ka maja alag alag hai.”

“Mera pati gaand maarana maange to mei kya karun ?”

“Marava lena be shak. Lekin un ko pyar se samajana ki gaand maarane ki technic chut maarane ki technic se alag hai. Pahale to gaand ko taiyar karana hota hai, cream ya dusara koi lubricant istemal kar ke. Bad men lund bhi hole hole dala jata hai, kyun ki jaldbaji se gaand aur lund dono ko nuksan ho ne ki sambhavana hai. Tisare, condom pahen na chahiye, chep na lage is ke liye. Lekin dar na mat. Jiju gaand maarana kahe tab mere paas bhej dena mein technic dikha dungi.”

“Han…han.. Aayi badi sikhane vali. Sikhate sikhate chut men lund liye chudava le to ?”

“To kya hua ? Jjiju sali ko chode ye kahan kuchh naya hai ? Chahe to badale men mera pati tum ko chod dega.”

“Tu chij aisi hai ki koi bhi aadami tuze chodane ko taiyar ho jay.”

“Tum bhi kuchh kam nahn ho. Kya khayal hai tera? Chudavaogi mere Mohan se ? Mere khayal se is men kuch bura nahin hai. Chodane vala alag, lund alag. Chodane ki tachnic alag, anubhav lena chahiye.”

‘Tune kitano ke pas chudavaya hai?”

”Bataungi vakt aane par. Ab to chodane ki baaten karate karate chodane ka dil ho gaya hai.”

“Muze kya hota hai vo samaj men nahin aata.”

“Pedu men bhaar lagata hai na ? Ungali dal ke dekh, bhos gili hui hai ya nahin ? Nipples kadi ho gai hai ya nahin ?”

Us ne kaha vo sab hua tha.

“To, aa ja mere paas.”

“Tu kaise chodegi ? Chodane ke vaste lund chahiye na?”

“Tu aa to sahi, mein bina lund se tum ko chudai ka maja chakhaungi.”

Ham dono ek bistar par lete aur gale lag gaye. Muze sajatiy sambhog ka koi anubhav na tha. Lekin Shamali ne aashvasan diya, “Nilu, relax ho jaao aur mein karun vo kar ne do.”

Meine apane aap ko us ke havale chhod diya. Pahale us ne apane kapade utare aur bad men mere. Sharm se mein mere stan aur bhos dhakane ka prayatn karane lagi. Shamali ne pyaar se mere hath hataye aur boli, “Kitane sundar hai tere stan, ye ghundiyan to dekh, abhi se kadi ho gayi hai.”

Vakai mei nipples khadi ho gayi thi. Us ne chipati men le kar hole se nipples dabai aur khinchi. Mere baddan men bijali fail gayi. Stan chhod Shamali ne mera chaherra hatho men liya aur munh se munh chipaka diya. Meine munh hata ke kaha, “Chhi chhi, ye kya ganda kar rahi ho ?”

Vo boli, “Ise French kiss kahaten hein. Shuru men ganda lagega lekin har mithi chij gandi hi hoti hai, aise ye kiss bhi mithi lagegi, dekhate rahena.”

Fir us ne munh se munh chhipakaya aur jibh se mere hoth chate. Apane aap mere hoth khul gaye to us ne apani jibh mere munh men dal di. Ab muze maja aane laga. Jab us ne jibh vapas li tab meine meri jibh us ke munh men dali. Us ne meir jibh ko chusana shuru kiya to fir se mere badan men zurzuri fail gayi. Muze bhos bhaari ho ti lagi. Chumban chalu rakhate hi us ne mere stan sahalaye aur dabaye. Muze pata na raha ki kab us ne muze leta diya.

Muze leta kar us ne mere sare badan par hath firaya. Jagah jagah par chumban kiye. Aakhir vo meri bhos par pahunchi aur boli, “Nilu, teri bhos se bahut achchhi sugandh aati hai. Attar lagaya hai kya ?”

“Na…na..nahin to, ” meine kaha. Ungalion ki nonk se pahale us ne sari bhos ko sahalaya. Mere to roen khade ho gaye. Meri janghon par ghutano ke pas kiss karana shuru kiya aur hole hole bhos taraf aane lagi. Us ka munh bhos ko chhute hi mere paanv uth gaye. Us ne dhire se jaanghen chaudi ki aur fir se munh bhos par tika diya. Aage se ke kar pichhe tak jibh se us ne bhos ke bade hoth chaate. Bad men ungalion se chaude kar ke chhote hoth chaate. Meri bhos se chikana paani bah ne laga.

Ant men vo meri clitoris par pahunchi. Jibh ki nonk se use tatola aur munh men le kar chusa. Muze pata nahin tha ki meri clitoris itani sensitive hai. Jab vo jor se thumak thumak karane lagi tab Shamali mere badan par chad gayi. Meri jaanghen pasar ke meri bhos ke sath apani bhos ragad ne lagi. Munh se munh laga kar French kiss kar ne lagi. In harkaton se to meri clitoris jyada ghis payi aur meri uttejana ki hadd na rahi. Eka ek mere sare badan men aanand ka dariya umad pada, hath paanv akad gaye, aankhen jor se mund gayi, munh se laar nikal padi aur clitoris fat jay itani tight ho gayi. Thodi der mein hosh kho baithi.

Jab hosh aaya tab meine puchha, “Ye kya ho gaya? Shamali tu ne ye kya kiya tha ?” Shamali utari, meri bhos thap thapaayi aur boli, “Ise orgasm kahate hein. Aaya na maja ?” Us ki ungali abhi clitoris ragad rahi thi, muz se saha nahin jata tha. Meine us ka hath hataya aur kaha, “Bas, aaj itana kafi hai, mein thak gayi hun.”

Us ne muze chhod diya. Mein turant nind men kho gayi. Raat ko ek bar aankh khuli tab vo mere kamare men nahin thi. Mein fir se so gayi.

Jab vo muze jagane aayi tab bahar ujala hone laga tha. Ham makan ke pichhale bhag men gaye jahan ek khidki niche ki khuli jagah par khulati thi. Makan men andhera ho ne se bahar se koi hamen dekh sake aisa nahin tha.

Niche chauk men ek ghodi bandhi hui thi. Ghodi bechain dikhati thi aur varam var pisab kiye jati thi. Do aadami use pakade khade the. Itane men dur se ghode ki hanhanahat sunai di. Ghodi ke kan khde ho gaye. Thodi der men ek almast ghoda daud aaya. Aate hi us ne ghodi ki bhos snnghi. Turant us ke pet niche do foot lamba aur char inch mota lund nikal aaya. Ghodi ne ghum ke apana hips ghode ki or kiye. Ek chhalang men ghoda upar chad gaya. Ek naukar ne ghodi ka puchh pakad kar hataye rakkha jis se ghodi ki bhos khuli rahe. Ghoda dhakka dene laga lekin vajan se zuka hua lund bhos tak pahunch saka nahin. Dusare naukar ne lund pakada aur bhos par dhar diya. Ghode ke ek dhakke se aadha lund ghodi ki chut men ghus gaya. Ghoda thodi der ruka aur fir dhakke dene laga. Andar bahar hote hue dhire dhire jyada lund chut men ghusane laga. Das barah dhakke men pura lund chut men utar gaya. Lund ko chut men dabaye hue ghoda ruka.

“Ab ghoda viry chhod raha hai.” Shamali, jo mere pichhe khadi thi, vo boli.

Udhar ghode ne fir se dhakke de ne shuru kiye aur paanch saat dhakke men lund nikal kar utara. Utar ne ke bad bhi us ka lund gila aur tatar hi tha aur thumake mar raha tha. Ghodi ne fir pisab kya jo ghode ne apane naak par zela. Jaise ghodi khadi hui ghoda fir upar chad gaya. Is bar us ke lund ko chut men ghusane men der na lagi. Panch saat lambe dhakke mar us ne ghodi ko choda aur utar aaya.

Khel khatm jan kar mein ja ne ke liye ghumi to meine kya dekha ? Shamali ke pichhe Raaj khade the. Shanali ki choli khuli thi aur us ke dono nange stan Raaj ki hathelion men kaid the. Shamali ki ghaghari pichhe se upar uthai hui thi aur mere khayal se Raaj ka lund Shamali ki chut men fasa hua tha. Mein sharama ke apane kamare men bhag gayi.

Vo dono mere pichhe kamare men aaye aur palang par baithe. Shamali Raaj ki god men baithi. Raaj ne kaha, “Nilu, tu to bahut sharmili ho. Tere pati ko kitani musibat padegi tuze….” Shamali e Raj ke munh par haath rakh diya ar boli, “Nilu ke vaste ye sab naya naya hai. Dhire dhire sharm tut jayegi. Nilu, tu jitani jyada chudai dekhegi itani jaladi besharm hoti chalegi”

Raaj bole, “Shamali thik kah rahi hai. Tu ne ghoda ghodi ko dekha, ab hamari chudai dekhani hai ?”

“Na baba na. Aaj nahin. Fir kabhi” meine kaha.

“Raaj, jaane bhi do abhi aur chalo hamare kamare men chalen.”

Shamali Raaj ko khinch kar le gayi.

Thode dino ke bad Shamali ne muze bataya ki us raat mere so jane ke bad vo sidhi Raaj ke pas chali gayi thi aur aadhe ghante tak mast chudai ki thi. Us ne hi Raaj ko kaha tha ki ham dono subah ghoda ghodi ki chudai dekhane vali thi. Us ne ye bhi bataya ki jab vo farm par aati thi tab Raaj use patni ki tarah regular chodaten the.

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I am raja aged on those days 7 years, mum subhadra aged 40, sankar aged 60 retied dady office peon vinod aged 16 sankar relative.when veniod inserted his cock in the asshole of sankar, there was some movement in cock expantion. Mum santhosam tho ore sankar nee modda lesthunde ra.. Chudu.. Abba kaduluthunnade.. Vinod dengu bhaga dengu.. Sankar gani modda leeyali.. Neenu dengenchukoovali… Eppatiki 10 years nunde veede modda chuse chaala korika tho konne ratrulu niddura pooleedu.

Ore sankar guddadengenchukonte na modda lesthunde ani enthavaraku naaku enduku cheppaleedu eppatikayena cheppavu. Thanks.. Abba.. Leechendera..vinod sankar gaani gudda gattiga dengu..modda rod la neluchovaali.. Dengura.. Antu sankar modda pattukoni pesukuthu.. Muddulu peduthu..

Cheekuthu.. Rod la avvadaniki thana prayatnam thanu chesthunnade.appatiki sankar modda laavuga ..enupa rod la ayyende.. Mum pookulo gula ekkuva ayyenattu unnade… Vinod nu thappinchinchi sankar nu kenda veese aada puli vali vaadeni ekkinde..subadra.. Lanja.. Neepooku lo naa modda pettadaaniki nennu naa patla interest penchukone laaguna chesa. Neenu gudda dengenchukone alavaatu unna vesayam neeku thelusu.. Naa modda size neeku estam. Neenu aa vesamyam gurthincha.anduku naa modda neeku appudappudu kanipenchi laaguna neene arrange chesa. Neevu naa modda eppudeppudu chudalani prayanchuthuvunte nennu urencha.chivariki neevu naa modda pattukunelaaga chese a roju neeku cheppa. Neenu dengaleenu. Naaku modda leeyadu ani . Ayena naa moddanu leepedaniki neevu chala roojulu prayathinchavu.naa modda roju chekavu. Nee pooku naa tho roju naakinchavu. Naaku monnane thelesende veedu dengaka. Naaku modda lesthundani. Appude anukunna . Veede tho nee daggara dengenchukoni modda leepukoni.. Pentane nennu dengalani. Anduki vinod valla ammaku veedeki pani eppesthanane nee koraku mari naakoraku peluchukoni vacha. Rendu pootala antha annam pedethe mana deggare pade untadu. Neevu nee pooku kovvu arige laagu vaade tho dengenchukoo. Nannu dengenchukoni.. Neenu nennu dengutha subhadra. Antu pooku lo vellu petti denguthunnadu. Mum leechi sankar rum thestha. Soda estha. Thaagi dengura.

Pooku nendali. Raktham vachina eroju nee modda na pooku lo poorthiga poovali. 8 inchulu podavu 3 inchulu laavu. Naa pooku ure poothunde anukunte. Me ayyade antha 4 inchulu. One and half inchulu laavu. Naaku pettina pettinattu undedi kaadu. Thanu poorthi chesena thanu chese nattu feeling undedi kaadu. Nee moddanu chusaka.. Dengenchukonte danithone dengenchukoovali anukunna.vinod ganitho neenu dengenchukoo. Nannu dengu. Antu rum loki thana soda vese thapi sankar soda glass lo vesukoni rum kalipe kukka la vande ore sankar raa modda pettu. Antu vaadeni oka chetho patti leepi thana pooku looki vaade modda thane pettukoni dengu ra… Dengu… Kattiga kottu.. Enka pooni.. Adantha kaaliga unnade.. Pooni ..ohhh ahh. Abba sammaga unnade lanjakodaka. Enni roojulu waste chesavu kadara. Gonthu loki vachinde.naa mogudu sulli naaku vaddu. Neede kavali. Cheppu veedeni neevu unchuko. Nennu neenu unchukonta. Eddaru ekkade unde poonde. Abba .. Notloki vachindera.. Lekinaakodaka. Pooku denge vesayam lo kontha melukuvalu undali. Tholu kande poothunnade loopala.sankar vinod nu rammani sayega chese vachaka vaade moddanu thane mum notlo kukki modda kudu. Aruvaku… Mum notlo padagani vinod modda ventane gattipade noru nenda unchukoovadaniki veelu lekunda ayepooyende. Sankar force ga debba meeda debba vesthu emi pooke neede.. Nee pooku thenestha lanja.. Theneyara.. Mendalaku puttina vaada..abba pooku nendende.. Vinod matlaadakunda notloki poorthiga dobbaga, gonthulooki pooye.. Daggadam modalu pettinde. Sankar vinod nu pakkaku these daggina tharu vaatha vinod deene pooku kovvu pattinde..kovvu karela dengali.. Nemoddaku gulam chesuko. Ayethe rooju nannu dengali…vinod mum pooku akra minchukoni.. Subbi.. Ore emiti ala antunnavu .nee gudda lo naa modda pettaka neevu naa lanjave. Vangu nee amma.. Sankar emitidi.. Ore vinod .. Atla anavaddu. Leedule maama.. Ureke.. Vinod .. Naa gudda dengura.. Nee sulli bhagani unnade..vinod rum chethelo vesukoni guddaloki drop chese sulli tho shot chesadu. Pettanga pettanga vaade sulli nedanam ga poorthiga pooyende. Vinod kadalaku .. Alage unchu..sankar nee modda edi thesukura chekutha kodaka. Vaade modda cheekuthu dengu vinod dengura.. Neeku neenu lanjane. Dengura..naaku roju rendu moddalu kavali. Okaru gudda okaru pooku denguthu nannu suka pettande..me ayya emi anakunda neenu chusukontanu. Ekkuva matladethe poo poo antanu. Vinod gattiga thapak tapak anu kotti vange perralu koriki.. Abba gudda tight ga .. Perralu methaga swargam subhadra.. Ekkade mee kallakaada pade unta. Nannu etlage chudande. Naa moddaku maryada naaku thende.. Roju pandage. Gudda antha karchi sulli these sankar notlo pettadu. Sankar abba entha ruchiga unde antu..subhadra. Nee gudda chala kammaga unnade..vinod raja chusthunnadu…ekkada unnadu.. Adego akkada..pooye paduko poo . Poora ekkadeki raakoodagu..neenu sakkaga valladaggariki pooye sankar nu karuchukonna. Vaade sulli naaku thaguluthunnade….

Hi dosto mai raajaa nepal se mai apni story likh raha hoo aasha hai apko jaroor pasand aayegi ek din mai ghar mai baithkar apne computer pe blue film dekh raha tha ghar mai mere alawa meri mammi thi jo dusare kamrai mai soyi hui thi mai film dekh ke kafi garm ho gya aur mera land khada ho gya achanak meri ma jag gyi wo mere kamre mai piche aakar khadi ho gyi aur film ko dekhane lagi mujhe pata nahi ntha jabki film mai jabardast chudai chal rahi thi do ladke milkar ek aurat ko chod rahe thai ek ka land bur mai ghusa hua tha dusre ka land gand mai ghusa hua tha achanak meri ma mere pass aayi aur mere pass aakar khadi ho gyi mai mammi ko dekh ke chounk gya aur chup chap baitha raha jabki film mai ek ladka us aurat ka jam ke gand mar raha tha phir meri mammi mere karib aayi aur wo apne hath se mere lund kopakad liya mai nai kaha mammi yai kya ker rahi ho usnai mere lund koi nahi choda mammi nai kaha raja meri pyas buja do aaj ghar mai koi nahi hai mai nai kaha mammi kaun si pyass bujhadu pani lake de do kya mammi ne kaha yai pyas pani sai nahi tumaharai lund sai bujhaigi beta mai nai kaha nahi yai mai nahi ker sakta ye galat hai to mammi ne kaha nahi beta kuch galat nahi hai mere raja itna kahke wo mere land ko pakad li aur jor jor se masalne lagi wo nahi mani mai bhi haar kar taiyar ho gaya mammi ne mere lund ko apnai rasli hotho sai kiss karne lagi aur mere land ko apne muh ke andar dal ke chusane lagi aur mere lund ko mammi apne jibh se chatnai lagi.

Mai mammi ke muh se apna lund nikala aur mammi kai hoto per kiss karnai laga aur 10 se 15 min tak karta raha is tarah kiss karte huai hum bed room mai pahunch gai mai nai mammi ko bed ke pass le jakar dhakka de diya jisse mammi bistar per gir gai mai dheerai dheerai mammi ke tang kopakad ke apni tharf kicha mammi ke petikot ka nada mai nai apnai teeth sai khola our us kai petikot ko keech ker neecha faik dia our us kai painty per dherai dherai kiss kernai laga kiss kertai huai mai mammi ki gand ke ched ko sahlane laga aur us kai painty ko nikal diya mere samnai mammi ki gulabi aur kali jhanto wali pink bur dikhai de rahi thi mainai apnai hato se mammi ke bur ko failaya aue apni ek anguli mammi ki bur mai ghused kar andar bahar karne laga aur apni jeeb sai mammi ki bur gand ko chatnai laga mai 10 min tak apni sagi ma ki bur ko chat ta raha mammi ko sex bahoot chad gaya tha mainai mammi ke blaus ko khich ke alag kiya aur us kai chunchi ko aik aik ker kai daba nai our choosnai laga chunchi chossnai kai bad apnai lund ko dheera dheera us ke bur mai dalnai laga mammi jor jor sai cheakhanai lagi mai jaldi jaldi apna mota loda apni sagi ma ke bur ke andar ghusedne laga aur apnai hoto sai mammi ke hoto ko chusanai laga kuch dair ke baad us ki bur mai mera sara land chala gaya mammi behosh honai lagi.mai apni mammi ke bur ko kas kas ke pailane laga mera land mammi ke bur ko kas kas ke chod raha tha mammi ki bur bahut tight tha mai unki bur ko chod chod kai unki bur ko fad raha tha our apna lund dhwwera dheera us ka gand ma delgha diya mara sariya jasa motha lund jab us ka gand ma padha to us ker joor sa awaj nakli ma mar gayi our us ka gand path gay bariis ma um dona na ak dosor ka bhoot kis gaya man mammi ko har angle sa us ke choot ko phadha raat tak uski bur our gand phat gaya tha. Phr hum dono soya gay rath ko mammi jab kahan banarahi thi to man us ka hips per kis kiya our apni ungli us ka gandama dalya de. Bhooth baris ho ahi thi ma us rath mammi ka ghar ma rokha.

Rath ko mana apna lund ma tail lagha ker mammi ke rath ko bara baja phir bur our gand ma apna lund dalya diya… Apna lund ko kahada ker ka ma us ka chunchi ka paas pocha our us ka chunchi sa apna lund sa pocha sari pani mammi ka garden our lip pa girya mammi lips pa girya hoya pani piya gai mammi ka mo khlo ker mana apna lund ka masla shora kiya our mammi pani mammi ka moamh ma chal gay humna raath ma bhoot massti ke mahina ma do baar ma mammi ko apna lund sa khush kertha ho. Meri kahani aap sab ko pasand aye hogi mujhai mail jaroor kerna agar koi ladki mara sa friendship karna chahti ho ya koi aunty mujhse pailwana chahti ho to jarur mere id pai send karai mera id hai [email protected]

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Hi, ISS Readers, This is Sofia C again. Find below is my new story. Your comments & replies are welcomed at [email protected]

Sheetal has been doing my hair for about eight months now at a little salon near my house. I usually go in about every six week to have a trim and style. She is a young gujarathi, single, I would guess in her early twenty’s with a nice figure, great smile and a good personality. I have always got along well with her and we have had good conversations on a variety of topics.

The second last time I was in there Sheetal brought up the subject of sex. While I felt a little uncomfortable on the subject I answered her questions about my first time, about how many lovers I have had, favorite positions and so on. Then she asked if I had ever had sex with another woman. I told her about the time I was traveling to a convention and ended up having sex with a girlfriend that was riding with me. She said that it sounded wonderful experience. The subject then moved on to something else.

I went in again last week for my regular up keeping. I was booked in near the end of the day and when I arrived Sheetal greeted me and had me take a seat. I looked over at her and saw that she was all dolled up. A tight fitting dress, make up, she looked very hot. I asked why she was so dressed up. She smiled and she said she was going out after work to a party with some friends. She then went over and locked the door saying since I was her last customer of the day she was going to lock up to keep the salesmen out.

She washed my hair and started to cut on it. We talked about the movie she had seen last weekend, my last trip and a few other subjects. As she cut and styled my hair she seemed really touchy feely and a number of times as she moved around me I could feel her breasts brushing against me. I was hoping she did not notice but her breasts pushing on the back of my neck made my nipples hard.

Forty-five minutes later we were finishing up and Sheetal said to me in a nervous voice, “Sofia”, I really don’t know what to say but here it goes. I have been attracted to you since you started coming to me. Your story last time with you and your girlfriend turned me on so much I have been thinking of it ever since your last visit. While I have never been with a woman before I have this overwhelming desire to be with you. So here it goes. You can tell me to stop if you want.

With that she reached down from behind me and ran her hands across my breasts. She leaned down and started to kiss my neck. A chill ran through me and my nipples stretched to meet her hands. After a minute of basking in the sensation I turn my head up and met her in a kiss. As we kissed her hands undid the buttons on my blouse. She then went back to caressing by bra enclosed breasts. I need to feel her on my bare breasts and I sat forward undoing my bra and slipping it and my blouse off. I leaned back and she continued to caress me and pull at my nipples while her mouth traveled over my neck, shoulders and face kissing gently.

She leaned my chair back and moved beside me. She engulfed my right nipple in her mouth, sucking and pulling at it. If only she knew how much I love to have my nipples sucked. After I while she moved around and sucked the other one. I just laid there enjoying the sensation and feeling my panties getting wetter.

After a time she left my breasts, moving down to kneel at my feet. She reached up under my skirt and removed my panties. She took my left leg and moved it up over the arm of the chair. She paused for a few moments just looking, and then she gently reached up and rubbed my lips. She dipped her finger inside getting it wet with the juices that were flowing from me and moved it up to wetter and rub my clit. She did it again, wetting her finger and rubbing over my clit. It felt so good. I felt her finger move but it was quickly replaced by the soft wetness of her tongue. I leaned back lost in the feeling of an impending orgasm. It did not take long before I came crashing over the edge. She continued to lick and suck at my pussy, finding all the little crevices inside and out. I opened my eyes and looked down at her. Her eyes were closed as she seemed lost in the depths of woman to woman love. I watched her for a minute until her eyes opened and we looked straight into each others eyes as she tongued hard on my clit sending me to orgasm once again.

Sheetal then stopped for a moment and said, “I was thinking about doing this all week, since you booked your appointment. As a matter of fact last night after closing I sat in that very chair and masturbated thinking about you.”

Well ever since I had watched my girlfriend masturbate for me, watching others has been a great turn on to me. I said to her, “Show me what you did”.

She got up and went to a drawer and brought out a vibrator. She undid the top of her dress releasing her lovely breasts. She pulled up the bottom of her dress revealing no panties. She sat in the chair next to me and while staring at me turned the bottom on the rocket shaped toy bringing it to life. She ran it across her nipples, making them even harder than before, then brought it up to mouth getting it all wet before moving down to slid it inside her.

Memories of my, came flashing back as I watched her fuck herself. Sliding it in and out, in and out, then up over her clit. It did not take long before I had my wish and watched her bring herself to orgasm. She continued and soon was on the brink again. I moved over besides her sucking her left nipple into my mouth while caressing her right breast, which sent her over the edge.

She grabbed my face and brought it up to her lips and passionately kissed me while fucking herself. My desires took over and I moved down, moving her hand out of the way I replaced the vibrator with my tongue. I gently bathed her clit with my tongue, and then moved down; inserting my tongue as far as it would go, tasting her juices. I licked and sucked tasting her till until I was reward with her cumming all over my face, grinding herself against me.

We continued for a while longer, both tasting each other again, caressing each other, kissing. It was a wonderful experience. I have already booked my next appointment. I can hardly wait.

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Hi, ISS Readers, This is Sofia C again. Find below is my new story. Your comments & replies are welcomed at [email protected]

When I travel, I like to carry my vibrator in the glove compartment. When it would get dark I would pull it out, lay back the seat and masturbate.

Last year I & My Friend, Dishita, were traveling to up north. We were on our way to a conference. We gabbed and laughed as the sun started to go down. Over the hum of the road I heard a gasp from the passenger seat; I looked over to see the glove box open and Dishita holding my vibrator. She was smiling; she giggled and said, “Expecting some excitement this weekend?”

I’m sure I was beat red with embarrassment but told her of my ritual of masturbation on the road. I heard the buzz of the vibrator turn on and looked over to see her running it over her cheek. I turned my eyes back to the road deepening another two shades of red. I took another quick glance over and she was still gently running it over her face. I concentrated on the road trying to push my embarrassment away.

I froze as a heard a small moan from the passenger’s seat. I sneaked a peak to see Dishita with her skirt slid up, her panties pulled aside and the vibrator on her clit. I tried to look away but couldn’t. I was mesmerized, it was so sexy.

See seemed to be in a world of her own, floating on cloud nine. I reached over and gently leaned her seat back. She looked over at me and smiled “mmmmm that’s nice” she softly said.

She paused for a moment as she slipped her panties off, and then resumed running the vibrator over her clit. I still could not take my eyes off her, just taking quick glances at the road to make sure we were on track. She started alternately slipping the vibrator into her pussy and over her clit, back and forth, back and forth. I was like a deer in the headlights, frozen in place, my eyes big. All my focus was on that spot between her thighs. I could feel my own pussy getting wet; this was the sexist thing I had ever seen.

Dishita’s moans were getting louder and I could not hold off my urges any longer. I reached over started to unbutton her blouse; I was rewarded with a creamy expanse of cleavage. When I had all but the bottom button undone I reached for her bra enclosed breast, gently rubbing over the nipple. Dishita moaned louder. She sat up a little; reaching around with her free hand she undid her bra. I undid the last button on her shirt and helped her slip off her top and bra. She leaned back and got to work again her impending orgasm and I caressed her breasts with my left hand, steering the car with my right.

I was so horny right then I think any touch would have brought me over the edge. Dishita was just so sexy pleasing herself. I could tell from the sounds she was making she was close. She started to shudder and her moan caught in her throat as she had a shattering orgasm. Oh!! It was so good to watch. She continued building up to another pushing herself over the edge as I pulled at her nipples.

As she subsided she turned to me and with loving eyes asked me to find a place to pull over. I did not want to turn my eyes away from her but I started scanning the road for a secluded spot. We had gone a few more miles, Dishita was building up again as I spotted a road into a farmers field that I thought would do. I pulled over; we were mostly hidden from the road and with the lights off no one would see us. I turned off the engine and lights; the moonlight was enough to allow me to see Dishita as she rammed the vibrator deeper and deeper, faster and faster, bring herself to orgasm again.

She looked at me, a dreamy look in her eyes, and said “I wanted you to pull over because I have uncontrollable desire to watch you masturbate for me.” At that time she could have asked me to do anything in the world and I would have had to obey, I was under her spell.

We moved to the back of the car where there was more room and the steering wheel would not get in the way. I slipped off my dress, bra and panties. I leaned back and took the vibrator from her. It was slippery with her juices. I slid it easily into my pussy. I was so wet I was almost gushing. It felt great as I started to fuck myself, I needed release so bad. It took my no time at all to have an orgasm rip through my body.

I started on my second when I realized Dishita was sucking on my right nipple, which sent me over the edge right then. I just love to have my nipples sucked. I had a third and fourth orgasm; I was so wet now it was a river running out of me.

Dishita moved from my breast to my face kissing me gently, mmmm so soft and nice. “Can I taste you?” she asked. I have never done anything like this before but I was so turned on all I could do was nod yes. She moved between my spread open thighs, the vibrator discarded somewhere on the floor. She started by lapping up the juices that were flowing from me, then moving up she plunged her tongue into my sopping slit exploring my deep reaches. She continued up to my nub and gently teased it till my orgasm crashed like the waves on a beach, releasing a new flow that sparked her to start the process all over again.

After several more orgasms she raised herself up for another kiss. I tasted myself on her lips, it was so good. It gave me an intense desire to taste her. I leaned her back, she spread her thighs in anticipation, I went slow, kissing, taking little licks, and I pressed my tongue against her clit and was rewarded with a moan. This spurred me on, I let loose and in a short time was rewarded with Dishita climaxing with my lips locked around her clit. After two more orgasms, I leaned back exhausted. Dishita leaned over and kissed me, sharing our juices and our passion. We got dressed and got back on the road.

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Hello ISS lovers! This is a continuation to my earlier story ‘Spare your Sister! Screw your Mother!!’ where the mother submitted to her horny son just to prevent him from ravaging his own sister. The story takes an ugly turn in this episode as narrated by the mother who willfully got screwed by her lustful son.

What have I done to myself?’ was the question I have been asking to myself ever since I allowed Atul to fulfill his youthful lust. I sincerely wanted to safeguard Alka, my teenage daughter from Atul although in the process I became a toy in his hands. I was worried about Atul as I was convinced that he started paying less attention to his studies as whenever he found time, he sprang on me and fucked me like an animal. I was relenting to him every time every where. If it was on the bathroom floor one time, it was the sofa the next time. He didn’t spare the balcony as well as he enjoyed me in every possible spot, in every possible position which included an anal invasion a couple of times. I kept yielding to him because I trusted him that he wouldn’t bother his sister under any circumstances. It was only on one occasion that I protested to have sex with my son, that too unsuccessfully. I still remember the ugly events that unfolded on that day, my wedding anniversary.

Alka was the first to wish me immediately after she woke up in the morning. Atul looked at me as if surprised for a moment before telling,’ Happy Anniversary, Mom.’ Soon both of them went to their Dad’s room to wish him and after passing through some of the torrid moments in the past few months, I realized that it was a day I could celebrate with my husband and children. Atul soon got out having his daily workout in the nearby park and Alka left to take bath. As I stretched a cup of coffee to my husband, he dragged me on to the sofa and kissed me with love. Although it was a nice feeling to feel my husband after a long time, the guilt in me was almost killing me. How could I forget letting my son do whatever my husband has never even attempted even once? My husband promised me that he would try to return home from office as early as possible and take us all out for the dinner at a famous restaurant in the east coast road. He also whispered into my ears that he wanted me to look like a bride as he wished to have me that night as he had during our first night. I blushed like a new bride and rushed inside.

Atul and Alka left for their colleges and soon my husband too left for work. It was well past noon that I heard the door bill ring. As I opened the door, I was almost shocked to see Atul standing with a wicked smile on his face. He was carrying a few large polythene bags on either arms and from the smell I guessed that it might be flowers. He didn’t wait for any questions from me as he walked straight into his Dad’s room and kept the bags on the bed.

“Mom, I need a cup of tea,” He shouted from the room as I was walking back to the kitchen after locking the door. While I was wondering what he might be doing in his father’s room, I preferred to keep him shut with a cup of tea rather than worrying about what he was intending to do. As I entered our room, I was taken aback to see what Atul was doing. He was decorating his father’s bed with plenty of rose petals and jasmine flowers as though he was decorating a room meant for a first night. I was surprised although I felt a bit odd to see a teenage son decorating his father’s bed on his anniversary.

“Atul, it seems your brain is drained out completely,” I mocked at him.” It is only afternoon and there is no way those flowers are going to stay fresh till tonight.”

Atul slammed his forehead gently sticking out his tongue as if he realized his mistake as I kept watching him amused. Suddenly he looked up at me and flashed a venomous smile sending a chill through my spine as I knew what that smile meant. ‘Oh no, not today’ I prayed and started moving back without much success as he jumped from the bed, running across the room to block the door by standing in front of me.

“Mom, will Dad fuck you today?” He asked biting his lower lips. “That must be wonderful.”

“May be,” I tried to evade him.

“Great,” He started staring at me from head to foot with the familiar lust in his eyes. “You look gorgeous in this kanchivaram silk and loose hair. I don’t want the flowers to frown without any purpose.”

Winking at me, he pushed me hard enough to make me off balance and to fall on the bed. He latched the door from inside and started moving towards me menacingly. It took me a few seconds to notice that the top end of my silk saree had slipped off my shoulders in the impact of my fall and Atul was staring at my blouse clad breasts.

“Atul, please stop,” I started pleading while covering my breasts hurriedly. “Not now, not today.”

He kept moving towards the bed unmindful of my pleading as I started regretting for having allowed him to taste me. He began unbuttoning his shirt and winked at me again.

“Atul today is our anniversary. I can’t let you do that,” I screamed as he unzipped his pant and stood with just his brief on. I could see that his bulge looked more than normal.

Atul laughed like a typical movie villain. “I want to fuck my mother on my father’s bed. How nice it would be if I could do that on their anniversary?”

“Impossible,” I shouted and got down from the bed and started to walk towards the door. Atul, the strong boy that he is, easily held me by my waist with his strong hands and kissed on my cheeks.

“How do I let you go, Baby?” He smirked as his left hand reached to my hair and started to pull my face towards his mouth. I somehow wanted to stop him not because I didn’t like to have sex with him but I wanted to stay energetic enough to entertain my nice husband on our anniversary.

Atul started pulling my saree and as I held on to it, I was inadvertently revealing my cleavage to him. He ‘wow’ed once and kept looking into the split between my breasts through the top of my blouse. He started rolling the length of the saree around his forearm and as he used all his strength to pull it towards him, I swirled a few rounds letting the entire length of my saree going free and stood with just the petticoat and blouse on. Atul pushed me on the bed again and pulled down the horizontal blinds in the window. He then leaped on to the bed and took me inside his firm arms as always. He made me lay sideways and pressed his waist hard against my butts making me feel how hard his bulge had become. His eager hands reached to their favorite destination, my breasts and I tried to get up while he was attempting to squeeze my breasts.

“Stop. Will you let me go if I suck your cock?” I asked him willing for a compromise.

“Never,” Atul grinned as his hands finally got to my breasts firm enough to give them a hard squeeze. “I need nothing less than a fucking from you.”

“Just spare me today,” I kept pleading. “You have fucked me a dozen times and I assure you can do all your life. Please let me remain clean for your Dad today.”

Atul never looked like heeding to my request as his left hand started pressing my left breast hard while his right hand stroked my stomach with the lust typical of him. His lips were moistening my back, my shoulders and the back of my neck making me shiver gently. His right hand soon reached down and started lifting my petticoat upwards until it was above my waist. His hard bulge was now pressing against my naked ass cheeks as his right hand came to the front to make its entry under my panties to feel my public hair. I was determined to stop him anyway.

“Oh Atul,” I whimpered. “Please think of your poor Dad. He has always been nice to you and you can leave me today at least for that sake.”

Atul’s turned my face towards him as he hushed. “I don’t care. I am going to fuck you now. You can fuck him in the night and tell me how it felt having two dicks on the same day tomorrow.”

“You are disgusting,” I couldn’t speak any further as his mouth landed on mine and devoured my lips. His tongue popped out to get in between my teeth to tickle my tongue while his fingers easily strode over my clit stroking it faster and faster. I could hardly resist as I kept moaning gently. His right hand shifted to my thighs and started stroking my soft skin all over as I felt as if the entire hair on my skin was standing up.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh,” I couldn’t contain moaning with arousal.

“I know you would love that,” He made me lay straight on the bed and climbed on to me. My hands tried to push his chest to keep him away briefly before he easily overpowered me to clinch to my lips again going for another prolonged animated kiss. Both his hands cupped each one of my breasts and started mashing them with a hard grip. His naked cock kept brushing my stomach, my thighs and my mound as he strived hard to take me in total control. He frantically kissed me on my cheeks, my chin, my neck, my chest before his mouth settled on my blouse searching for the throbbing nipples. He jumped from one breast to another sucking my nipples still under the cover of a bra and blouse over. His flowing saliva was spreading all over my blouse, getting underneath to my bra and soon I could feel chills on the top of my nipples inside.

“Your blouse has gone for a toss,” He laughed loudly and started unhooking it in a hurry. I was unwilling to yield and I pushed his hands strongly not let them take off my blouse. Atul became impatient and sprang on my left breast, sucked it as if he wanted the whole thing inside his mouth and soon I felt his teeth pressing hard against my flesh.

“Atul, it is hurting,” I cried. “Please don’t bite them.”

“Then let me take that blouse off,” He ordered and immediately took advantage of my momentary hesitation to unhook my blouse in a flash. His eyes lit with excitement to see my breasts hardly contained in my bra as always.

“Mom, I love them,” He admired. “I have played with your tits umpteen times. I have sucked them, squeezed them and even bit them. But I get more aroused every time I see my mother’s sexy tits.”

“Tits?” I queried as I haven’t heard the phrase before. He snapped the bra hook with a smile and held my naked breasts in his hands. “Yes, in English breast is known as tits as well.”

After improving my vocabulary, he returned to my ‘tits’ by licking my areola and sucking my nipples. Involuntarily, my nipples were getting harder and longer as my son never looked like taking off his mouth from them.

“Shall I bite your tits now so that Dad can see my teeth mark in the night?” He laughed.

“No. Don’t do that,” I closed my eyes unable to listen to his ugly talking. I was getting angry as I tried to turn away while he tried to kiss my lips again. He started working my cunt with his hand by stroking in lightning motion. My hips motioned trying to topple him from my body. Atul got off balance for a split second before he regained and ripped off my panties which flew close to the ceiling before falling far off in the room. No amount of my pleading was to any avail as he opened my legs wide with his strong arms. Atul moved in between my thighs pressing me on to the cushion and placed the huge head of his cock on her cunt and began rubbing it up and down my slit. I was swinging from side to side with my hands on his chest pushing him back in vain. His cock head was so swiftly rubbing my cunt that I was soon loosing my resistance.

I was whimpering, “Atul, you have had enough of your mother’s cunt. Can’t you hold up?”

“Not any more,” Atul groaned. “I will keep fucking you even if your pussy gets wrinkled.”

Atul swayed back for a split second before humping his cock hard into my pussy with all his strength. I could hear to a ‘plop’ as his hard cock easily found its way into my pussy which had been moist since long.

I attempted to beg and plead with him, “You won’t let me go?”

Atul forced himself on me after his penetration as I threw my head back and gasped very low. I could feel my cunt spreading out wide as Atul’s cock slid halfway in and out. Atul leaned forward to kiss me on my lips before saying, “You need it still deeper, Mom?”

My hands had stopped resisting as Atul pulled half his length out of me only to drive his enormous cock deep in me until his balls banged my asshole. My legs hung in the air while my butts slammed against the bed cushion. Atul kept sloughing deeper and deeper as I threw my head back violently moaning and gasping louder. I kept feeling my son’s cock withdrawing out and disappearing in my slogged cunt with amazing speed. I could listen to the noises coming from my cunt as Atul kept rigging the wet cavity.

Atul talked while gasping, “Do you think Dad would do better?”

I was in no position to reply as I kept moaning, “Ohhh goddd ohhhhh godddd.”

Atul kept talking, “I know. It needs your son’s cock to fuck you so good.”

“Ohhh yesss” I continued moaning, “Ohhh yessss oh yes yes yes.”

Atul kept fucking me harder as my ass cheeks bounced on the bed. I kept moaning louder as I was nearing the climax. My hips rose off the bed, and pushed upwards hard into Atul’s cock. Atul started driving hard into me about to explode as I grabbed his waist firm enough.

“Oh Yes,” Atul screamed. “Here we go.”

Atul blasted out in my cunt after which his cock moved slower in and out of me. I felt his thick semen oozing out of my cunt while his shaft felt like a chill carrot. Our motions stopped soon as we lay still after one more intense fucking session. Although a couple of tears dropped from my eyes, being unable to keep myself fresh for my husband tonight, my son had given me one more wonderful screwing. What happened subsequently could only be described in the following parts if and when I squeeze time to recollect.

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My name is Madhu; I’m 20 years old and studying engineering in Hyderabad. I come from a village about 250 km from here and my family is into agriculture. I stay in a hostel away from home. After my third year studies, I went to my village for my summer vacation. My family consists of three elder brothers all of who are married. My parents are no more. My eldest brother is Ramesh and he is 30 years old. His wife is Madhavi, a very attractive 26 year old. She was about 5’4″ tall, fair complexion, very curvy body with ample assets. He is a very friendly woman, and since I was the youngest in the family, she liked me a lot. This happened when my brother had to go to the nearest town for 3 days to get some pesticides etc. For the farm.

My sister-in-law, Madhavi, asked me one morning, if I can drop her to her mother’s house, which was in a village 60 km from ours. I said okay. We had to go in a bike as my brother had taken our jeep. We set off after lunch at around 3 pm. She was wearing a light blue chiffon saree with a matching blouse and was looking very sexy. She said on the bike behind me with her right arm on my shoulder for support. As we were going on, the road was bumpy, and she put her left arm on my hip to steady her. Since she was leaning towards me, her boobs were brushing my back whenever there was a bump on the road. I was very excited. Her hands felt so soft and nice on my body.

After we rode about 25 km, dared clouds started gathering and Madhavi said she hoped that it didn’t start raining soon. Sure enough, after about 5 minutes, it started raining. We drove on in the rain. After another 5 minutes, the rain had become quite heavy and it became difficult to drive. We wanted to stop, but couldn’t find any place to. After driving a little while, we found a small barn by the side and decided to stop there. The barn was empty and it had a small room like something a farmer would use to rest in while he was working at this farm. We parked the bike and rushed inside. We were both completely wet by this time. She was worried that we might fall sick. I gathered some pieces of wood from around and lit a small fire. She was shivering with cold now. I asked her to dry off let she fell sick. She agreed and took off her fully soaked saree, squeezed it, and spread it on the hay allowing it to dry. She was looking gorgeous. I could see her firm, round boobs, which were straining against her blouse and her deep navel and her slim waist which was so inviting. She caught me looking at her but didn’t say anything. I also took off my shirt and hung it. I have a pretty well-built body and she was also looking at me now. She was still wet and she lifted her petticoat and started to squeeze it off. In the process, she lifted it so high that I could see the soft flesh of her thighs and calves. She was ravishing. I immediately got a hard on. As she was bending down to squeeze her petticoat, I could clearly see her lovely globes hanging in her blouse. She caught me looking again, and this time she smiled, turned around, and started unhooking her blouse. The blouse came off and she was now in her black bra which was struggling to contain her boobs. I could also see her firm ass giggling under her petticoat. She turned around and looked at me invitingly. It was too much for me now, I started moving towards her. We hadn’t said a word to each other.

I went closer to her and came and hugged me tightly. An electric shock went through my entire body. I then held her tightly and crushed her boobs against my chest and start squeezing her ass. I then started kissing her lips, her neck, the top of her boobs, while holding her by her slim waist. I was in heaven. I then picked her up and carried her to a hay stack and set her down on it and climbed on her. I kept kissing her and squeezing her boobs over her bra. I then reached over and unclasped her bra and her lovely shapely boobs sprung out of it. I was going nuts now; I kissed her nipples wildly and sucked on her boobs. She had started moaning now. With one hand, I undid her petticoat and removed it. Then I took off her panties too and now she was totally nude in my arms.

I then quickly took off my pants and underwear and we was both nude now. We kept exploring each other’s bodies and kissing passionately. I couldn’t take it any more and spread her legs and got on top of her. I gently inserted my dick into her pussy and it felt so warm inside her. I pushed all the way in and she moaned loudly. I started pushing in and out of her in a rhythm and her boobs were bouncing against my chest with every stroke. The way her boobs were crushing against my chest made me very hot. I increased the pace of my thrust and she started moaning very heavily. I was holding every part of her body tightly against me and enjoying her soft body all over me. I increased the pace and was now insanely humping her, when she started moaning and shouting loud and in a few minutes, we both came at the same time. I was ecstatic. I kissed her all over her body after we came.

The rain had stopped now and we both got dressed again. We went over to the bike and started driving. We hadn’t said a single word so far!