Sopno Dos

Sokale ghum theke uthe toilet a gelam, dekhi amar pant er vetore shukno chorchore ki jeno. Segulu tene tene tulte valoy laglo. Gotorater sopner kotha mone portei sorir shir shir korte laglo. Kemon jani… tobe besh valoy lagsilo. Sopne dekhesi ami ammur sathe close hoye tar dudh khassi, se puro nogno ar amio nogno. Sopne ami prosrab kore diesi.

Sebar-e prothom. Sopner valo laga amar jagroto oboshthayo mone kori. Khub valo lage. Dupure kingba rat-e jokhon-e ghumate jai kingba jokhon porte ar valo lage na tokhon sei sopner kotha vabi, abar nije nije sopno sajai. Lokkho korlam ami jokhon-e ammu-k nie vabi amar pant-lungi vije jay athalo kono kisute.

Ekti boroder magazine pore janlam eta ki. Amar agroho ar valo laga aro bere gelo, jodiyo voy hossilo j eta pap kintu kono kisui amar valo lagar theke beshi noy. Ammur shorir amar kase akorshonio hoye uthlo. Archokhe othoba lukie take dekha amar ovvesh hoye daralo.Ammur boyosh 38. 5’3”. Dekhte onkekta Bangladeshi actress Bobita’r moto.

Ga er rong forsha. Vorat shorir, vorat buk 36d, vorat pasa ar shorir somosto jayga-e vorat kintu dekhe mone hobe na med ase. Ammur kadh choura, pasa ar buker tulonay komor ektu chapa. Komorer du pashe sotto sotto duto mangser vaj ase. Gaer tok khub komol ar norom, dekhley bojha jay. Jekono purusher kamonar patri hote pare se.

Amar ar karo shorir dekhe eto uttejona hoy na jototuku ammur shorir dekhle ba tar shorir nie vable hoy. Se sobsomoy patla shuti shari-blouse pore. Baire gele bra pore blouse er sathe match kore. Ghore sharir achol sobsomoy ekdike fele rakhe, kokhono beshi gorom porle achol purota fele rakhe. Ammur blouse er gola sobguloy boro boro.

Tar buker ordhekta-e dekha jay. Tar dui buker majhkhaner til tar amar khub valo lage. Seta sobsomoy-e drisshoman. Ammu jokhon haate tokhon tar buk ar pet alto alto lafay. Se sharita sobsomoy navir niche pore. Amar boyosh ar koto boyo-sondhi shuru hoyese sobe.

Ami jani je meyeder, bishesh kore ma er shorir dekha thik noy. Kintu ami eta na koreo parsi na. Ammur proti amar antorikota jeno aro bere gelo, tar sathe sathe thakar jonno. Ghorer kajkormo beshir vag-e ammu nijer hate kore. Se jokhon boshe boti die konokisu kute tokhon tar mai duto du paye chap kheye fule thake.

Se jokhon jhuke kono kisu kore jemon jhar dey, tokhon tar buk duto aro sposto hoye jhule thake. Se kokhon kokhono blouse er vetor die hat dhukie buk kingba bogol chulkay. Uff ki se drisso! Ammu shari khule blouse ar petticoat pore gosole jay, kokhono kokhono sudhu petticoat pore gharer upor shari rekhe, achol die sudhu buk dheke berie ase. Ei drisshogulo dekhar jonno ami saradin-e udgrib hoye thaki. Amar vabna ar sopnodosher matrao bere gelo. Ekhon isse hoy tar shorirta ektu dhori.

Kisudin evabe jaoar por ammu hoyto bujhte perese je ami tar shorirta chokh die gile gile khai. Kintu tar kono vabantor nei, se jeno aro beshi kholamela hote shuru korlo. Abbu dure chakri kore, mase mase ase, du-tindin theke chole jay. Bashay sudhu ami ar ammu. Duto bed, mehman asle ami ar ammu ek roome ghumai. Sedin ar amar ghum hoy na, sarat shorir shir shir kore, ar isse kore ammur shorirta tipi.

Jege thaki kokhon ammur norachoray tar blouse er botam khule jabe othoba hatur onek upore kapor uthe jabe seta dekhbo ei ashay. Ammu jokhon kaj kore gheme jay, tar forsha buk patla blouse chapie aro vese uthe ar garo ronger botar charpasher ostitto bojha jay. Botao uchu hoye thake.

Ammu sobar sathe hasikhusi, karo sathe kokhono jhogra hoese dekhini kintu besh kholamela, kapor-choporeo abong kothate. Amar sathe ammu besh free. Ekdin amak boley boslo,
–kire ki ultapalta vabish, pant vije thake keno sobsomoy?
–ki ammu?
–ei j pante egulo ki?
–janina to!

–Tu janish bol, bolle toke surprise debo.
–ki debe?
–ki debo ta ekhono vabini, tobe debo kisu ekta.
Ami surprise er lov salate parlam na, amta amta kore bollam,
–baje sopno dekhesi.
–ki dekhesis?

–Ei… ma…mane meye manusher shorir.
(bolte bolte ami lojjay lal hoye gelam)
–kar shorir dekhesish khule bol.
(ammu haste laglo)
Ami shahosh peye bollam,
–tomar.

Chokh boro boro kore ammu jiggesh korlo,
–ki dekhis bol.
–dekhi tomar dudh khassi.
Ammu dustu hese,
–ei boka amar ki ekhon dudh ase naki buke?
–nei? Keno nei ma?
–ekta somoy pore ar thake na.

–Kokhon thake?
–tor jonmer somoy silo. Abar tui jokhon khaoa bondho kore diechish tokhon aste aste dudh asa bondho hoye gese.
–abar khele hobe?
–ummhu na.
–assa bolo ki surprise debe? Ami tomak sob bollam.

–Hmmmm ekhon thik korini ke debo, tui-e bol ki chas?
–debe to?
–haa.
–tomar buk tipbo.
–kiiih!? Assa thik ase, sudhu ekbar. Ne tep..

Ami kapte kapte mar buke hat dilam. Halka gorom ar ato norom ami kokhonoy dekhini. Ami prothome aste pore jore jore ammur buk tipte laglam. Amar hater chpe ammur blouse er huk chire gelo. Tar nogno buk dekhe ami aro uttejito hoye uthlam. Dalimer moto thasa thasa duto mai ar bota norom tholthole. Tar buk eto forsa j shira-upshira ektu monojog die dekhle dekha jay. Eto sundor dudher hari prithibite sudhu jeno amar ammur-e ase. Tar buke amar hater dag pore gelo. Ma nijeke sarie ranna-ghore chole gelo. Ami sthobir hoye darie roilam. Amar matha bon bon kore ghurse.

Amar sahosh koekgun bere gelo. Ekhon ami lukie lukie noy borong samna-samni-e take dekhi, ammu amak sabdhan kore diese a bapare kintu ke sone kar kotha! Amak je kono kisu korte bolley sorto jure dey j, shorirer eta dekhate hobe notuba ota. Prothom prothom se raji hoto na pore jeno onekta baddho hoyei amar kotha mene nisse. Amaro chahida kromagoto barte laglo.

Ekdin ammu …o bayna dhorlam. Se raji hoye gelo, bollo lungi pore ay. Ami druto lungi pore ready. Dujone bathroom-e dhuke porlam.

Ma sudhu blouse ar petticoat pora. Tar mai duto beshoromer moto blouse fete ber hoye aste chaise, amio lojja haralam,

–Ammu tomar buk duto khub sundor, ar dutor majhkhaner til aro sexy kore tulese.
–assa shahitto rochona korte hobe na, shower er niche dara toke gosol korie ami gosol korbo.
–na eksathe gosol korbo.
–amak to kapor khulte hobe.
–kholo na..
–assa baba thik ase, kintu tui ja dustu!

Ammu blouse khule fello. Ami ha kore tar khara hoye thaka mai duto k gilte laglam. Amar penis j kokhon rod hoye gese bujtei parini. Ma otak dekhe lojjay ghure gelo.
–ki hoese ma?
–tor otak samla.
–konta?
–tor penis.

Amio lojja peye gelam.
–ki korbo ma? Ete amar kono control-e nei.
Ammu shower sere dilo. Tar sorir vijse ar ami chokh die se drisso gilsi. Tar chul vije, nogno kadh beye pani dui buker surongo die ar khara bota chuiye chuiye porse. Thanda panir sporshe ammur navi tir tir kore kapse. Ami jeno harie gelam. Mar dake sombit ferot pelam,
–ay gae saban mekhe dey.

Ammu amar sorire pani dhele saban makhate laglo. Tar hat duto jeno khub dustu. Amar pasay, nunute lungir chipa die dhuke jete laglo. Ar nunur moddhe ojotha narachara dite vullo na. Mar mai amar shorirer ekhane okhane bari khasse. Se ek modhu onuvuti. Amar gae saban makhano shesh kore ma nijey tar sorire saban makhte suru korlo. Ami tar har theke saban nie tar gae dolte laglam, buk duto pissil hoye jelly fiss er moto hoye gelo. Ami sob vule ogulo nie khelte laglam.

Chepe dhorle hat foske ber hoye jay. Ma kisu bollo na. Ma pa dole poriskar korte laglo. Tar sada dhob dhobe pa je kaokey akristo korbe. Pa dola shesh hole se petticoat er vetor die pasa ar voda dolte laglo jhuke. Tar buk duto pendulum er moto jhulse. Thik jeno gavi. Ami thakte na pere tar niche hatu gere bose mai-e mukh dilam.

Ma isse korey jhule thaklo amak sujog deoar jonno. Ami duno buk-e palakrome chuste laglam jore jore. Thik jemon basur gavir dudh khay. Ammu tar buk theke amar mukh sorie nie bollo,
–chol, besi vijle thanda lege jabe.
–uhu arektu.
–ghore gie ja korar koris ekhon ber ho.

Gae pani dhele ma tar sorir muslo amartao muslo, petticoat paltalo. Ami ekta shukno lungi pore nilam. Aj ma buk na dhekey bathroom theke berie elo.

Dupure khete bose mak bollam blouse khule rakhar jonno.
–keno?
–dekhte dekhte khabo.
(ma blouse khule du pashe jhulie rakhlo)
–tui onek boro hoye gesis.

-Tai ammu? Kivabe bujhle?
–tui ekhon boroder moto achoron koris.
–jemon?
–purushera boro hole narider shorirer proti akristo hoy.
–tai… akristo hoye ki kore?
–ja dustu.

Ekhon kha, bisanay gie toke onek kisu shekhbo aj, tui onek moja pabi.
–ki shekhabe?
–age khaoa shesh kor.

Ami taratari kheye bisanay shue porlam. Mar jonno opekkha korsi. Ammu sob kaj guise elo. Ghore dhukey shari khule sudhu blouse petticoat pore amar pase ese boslo, amar mathay alto kore hat bulate bulate bollo,
–amak nie ki vabish?
–vabi tumi amak gavir moto dudh khaoasso.
–evabe buk khete tor beshi valo lage?
–hmm.

Ammu blouse sompurno khule dudu jhulie du hat-paye gavir moto daralo.
–ay dudh kheye ja.
Ami mukh baratey se amak dhakka die sorie dilo.
–basur to nangto thake.Ami lungi khule tar pase gie du hat-paye daralam. Amar penis khara ton ton korse. Ma amar purusanger dike lovatur dristite cheye roilo. Ami mukh nichu kore ammur dudu mukhe nie chuste laglam.

Ar basur jevabe dudh beshi kore anar jonno dhakka dey ovabe ektu por por dhakka dite laglam. Ma-o batha peye amak shorir die thele dilo. Amar ammu j eto valo r rosik ta vebe nijeke khub shouvaggoban mone holo. Evabe 5-6 min khelam. Se ekhat barie amar amar nunu dhore jhakate laglo. Ami athalo mal sere dilam mar hate.
–egulu ki Janis?
–na.
–egulu birjo.

Egulo narir gorve probesh kore bongsho briddhi kore.
–gorvo kothay ma?
Ma tar tolpet dekhie,
–ei borabor.
–birjo ekhane kivabe dhukbe?

Ammu amar petticoat er nich die tar vagina-te rekhe boll,
–seleder penis edik die dhuke vetore birjo fele.
–tai, edik die penis dhukle kemon lage.
–khub moja, prithibir sobche besi sukh hoy jokhon nari-puresher edik die milon hoy.
–ami tomar edik die dhukate parbo?
–hmm.
–baccha hobe na to?

–Na, ami pill khai.
–tahole dhukai…
–dhukabi kintu ekhon noy. Age amar sorir khabi tarpor.
Ammu kat hoe shue amak tar dike tene nilo. Tar hater upor matha rekhe tar buke amar mukh set kore nilo. Ami tar upor pa tule mai chuste laglam.

–Amar shorirer kon ongso tor beshi valo lage?
–tomar mai.
–tarpor..
–pet.
–tarpor..
–pasa, pith..
–hmm sob toke khaoabo ajke.

Ami mar buk sere navir charpash chat-te laglam. Mar navi tir tir kore kapte laglo. Amar lalay vije chup chup korte laglo. Ma petticoat uchu kore pasa ber kore amar dike pasa tule dilo. Ami ammur pasar majhkhane nak dubie gondho nissi. Tar pasa duto mangsol ar rosalo. Mar prosraber rastao sompurno dekha jasse. Chok choke ki jeno mekhe ase tar voday. Kemon metal kora gondho, mone hosse saradin nak dubie gondho ney.

Ami chokchoke podartho ……hate nilam. Amar birjer motoy pissil.
–egulu ki ma. Tumi ki mute dieso?
–egulu narider kamros, vodar rasta pissil kore rakhe jate purusango sohojey dhukte pare ar milon jeno sukher hoy.

Ammu amak dar korie die se bose amar lingo mukhe nilo. Tar usno thot ar jihbar sporse amar shorir obosh hoye aste chaisilo. Amar sorire kapuni uthe gelo. Ami ammur chul dhore konomote darie roilam. Besh kisukkhon amar nunu chete ma chit hoye shue porlo amar dike pa die. Du pa fak kore amak ishara korlo tar birje veja vodar dike,
–ebar amarta chete de na bap.
–dissi ma.
(ami vodar kase mukh nitey)

–Tor kharap lagbe na to?
–na ki j bolo ammu, esobkuchu korte amar eto valo lagse tomak bole bojhate parbo na.
–hmm lompot sele kothakar.
(ami onekta oviman kore)
–tumi amak lompot bolle keno ma?
–mar voday mukh diechis abar lompot bolle rag koris keno?!

Ammu du hate amar mukh tar voday chepe uthlo. Ami nak dubie mar veja voda chat-te laglam. Ammu birjo jototuku ber hoye aste laglo ami sob chetepute khete laglam. Ma odvut aoaz kore gungate laglo. Mak ekhon paglir moto lagse, amio jeno kemon behusher moto achoron korsi. Ammu hothat kore amak tan die tar ga er upor nie fello. Amak jorie dhore chumute laglo r amak japte dhore goragori khete laglo. Amio mar shorirer anondo nissi. Ammur puro nogno shorirta amar kase kolbalisher moto mone hosse. Se amar gale ar ami tar gale chum khassi. Ma hothat

Amar thot mukhe nie chuste laglo. Amio badho hoe tar thot chuste laglam. Amar ar ammur, dujoner-e komorer jayga sompurno pissil hoe ase bujhte parsi. E somoy amader dujonk dekhle mone hobe jeno neshagrosto duto manush. Ma amar khar nunuta dhore tar vodar mukhe bosie dilo. Amak isharay bollo thela dite. Ami thela dilam. Amar purusango mar voda die tar gorver moddhe dhuke gelo. Jeno gorom tel makha norom, pissil rasta. Ami sukhe dishehara hote laglam.

Ma amak samne-pesone dhon tene tene dhakka dite bollo Koekbar thap ditey amar birjo khose gelo. Birjo khosar somoy klantite amar matha ghure uthlo. Omon somoy ammur thappor kheye matha ghure uthlo.
–dili amar moja nosto kore.
–tai bole tumi amak thappor marbe?!
–aha sonata rag kore na, amar jaygay tui hole bujhti uttejona barar somoy penis ber kore felle

Kemon lage. Sorry ….
–ami sorry ma, amio khub shukh passilam, kintu kivabe jeno ber hoe gelo!
–toke ami control kora shikhie debo.

Prothom jibone shorir uttejonay thasa. Ammur nogno shorire chokh bulie amar bara darate bese somoy nilo na. Ammur voday tokhono tar amar birjo mekhe ase. Ami tar shorirer upor uthe elam. Ebar nejey ammur manger moddhe laora bosie thap dilam. Ammu prothome response korlo na. Kintu amar thaper chote seo r sthir hoe thakte parlo na, amak jorie dhore tol thap dite laglo. Chodoner chote amader khat nore uthe kach kach aoaz korte laglo, ma gungate laglo, ami boro boro shash felte laglam. Mar dudher jhakuni amar uttejona baratey thaklo. Arekta shobdo amak pagol kore fello, seta hol mar voday seler dhoner pochat pochat aoaz.

Posted in Bangla Choti