Bondhur Dada Amay Chude Dilo

Laura te tel malish korte korte ami jhunke jhuke tar pacha duto
Rudradar mukher samne uthiye dichhillam.“Are ete abar irsha hobar katha
kotha theke elo? Cholo, aaj theke eta tomar.” Ei bole Rudrada du hat
diye amar duto pacha tipte laglo.“Ami…..ami tomar katha ta bujhte parlam
na, Rudrada.”“Dekho neharani, ami tomar jowan shorire koshto dekhte
pari na. Ami thakte amar jowan bon koshto pak eta amar jonno khoob
lajjakar baipar hobe.

Are amio to ekta purush manush. Ar kache o to oi sab jinish ache ja
tomar dadar kache ache. Eibar ami amar neha bon er sab khide teshta
shanto korbo.” Ei bole Rudrada amar skirter opore theke tar pachar
khanje hat ghoste laglo ar ghoshte ghoshte tar guder kache chole
elo“Offffffffff! Rudrada, eta tumi kikorcho? Tomar kathar mane tumi
amakee……mane tumi tomar bon soman amaa ke?”

Haan, neha sona, ami amar bon soman neha ke chudbo. Tomar ei ato
sundor ar eto sexy shorirer janno ekta mota tagra laura chaii. Amar du
payer majhkhane anek dum ache ar seta diye ami tomar guder sab khide
teshta mitiye debo.” Rudradar hat ta eibare amar skirt ar pantyr opor
theke tar phola phola guder opore chilo ar Rudrada gude aste aste hat
bolachhilo.Ruuudraaaadaaa .! Please! Emon katha bolo na.

Ami tomar moner katha bujhi, kintu ami tomar boner bondhu. Ami tomar
boner soman.” Ami hat diye Rudradar boro boro bichi duto te hat bolate
bolate bollam. Se sab thik ache. Tumi amar boner bondhu, amar boner
soman hochho. Ar tai janno amar dhormo je ami tomake khushi rakhi. Tumi
jodi anno kono meye hote to amar kono chinta chilo na. Kintu amar boner
bondhu eto koshto sojjho korbe, eta ami sojjho korte parbo na.”

Ei bole Rudrada mutho kore amar gud ta niye kochlate laglo.“Isssss……
aaahhhhhh..charo, charoooooooo Rudrada, tumi abar amarta dhore niyecho?
Ek bar tumi bhebe dekhecho je boner soman meyer songe eisab kora paap?”
ami eto katha to bollam, kintu Rudradar hat theke nijer gud ta ke
charabar kono chesta korlam na. Baroncho nijer pa duto emon bhabe
choriye dilam jate gud ta ke bhalo kore hate niye chatkano jak.

Rudrada amar gud ta ke aro jore jore kachlate kachlate bollo,Tobe ki
ami eta janar poreo je amar bon nehar gud tar khide teshta mete na, ami
chup kore boshe thakbo? Satti neha, tumi joto sundor ar sexy hocchho,
tato tumi bujhdar hochho.” Rudrada gud chatkate chatkate bujhte parlo je
ami choda khabar janno toiri achi keno na amar panty ta guder rase eke
bare bhije geche. Kintu nijer bondhur dada ke gud marate ekhono amar
lajja ta ache.

Amar lajja bhangte hole oke ektu jor julum korte hobe. Tobe shoeye
shoeye kichu kora mushkil hochhee tai Rudrada uthe danriye porlo.“Ki
holo Rudrada, tumi kothai jachho?”Kothau noy Neha rani, eibar tumi bhalo
kore sab jagaye tel malish kore dao.”Rudrada danratei or shorts ar
jangia ta khule neeche pore gelo ar o ekdom nengto amar samne danriye
thaklo. Or khara hoye thaka 11” lamba kalo ar mota laura ta bhayanok
lagchilo.

Ei dekhe amar dom bondho hoe gelo. Tobou ami amar samne nengto
danarano Rudradar paye tel lagate thaklam. Rudradar khara laura ta tar
mukher theke ektu dure chilo ar ami bhabchilam je oi musholer mathaye
nije ekta chumu kheye ni.Neha rani amar booke teo ektu malish kore dao.”

Rudradar booke maaalish korar janno Amakeo danrate holo. Kintu Rudradar khara laura ta amake Rudradar kache jete dichhillo na.

Ami Rudrada ke bollam,Rudrada, tomar musholer moton ota amake tomar
kache jete dichhe na. Ami tomar booke kemon kore tel malish korbo?”Tumi
bolo to ami amar ota ke kete phele di?”
“Oma eta abar kemon katha? Tomar ota koto bhalo, ami otake kat te debo
na” ei bole Ami Rudradar laura te aste aste hat bulote laglam.“Ta hole
amader aro kichu bhabte hobe.”“Haan Rudrada, kichu koro taratari. Tomar
eta besh problem korche.”

Thik ache Neha rani, ami kichu korchi.” Ei bole Rudrada tar Neha
ranir skirter elastic ta tene skirt ta khule dilo. Amar skirt ta amar
paye opore pore gelo. Ar tokhuni Rudrada amar du bagole hat diye amake
opore uthiye niye nijer booker songe chipkiye nilen. Ami kichu bojhar
agey nijeke aro jore Rudradar booke liptiye nilo. Ami ekhon khali top ar
panty pore chilam ar Rudradar bishal laura ta amar payer majhkhane atke
chilo ar emon mone hochiilo je ami oi bishal bara tar opore boshe achi.

Ohhh maaaa…….Rudrada…….eta tumi keiiiiii korchoooooo…? Amakeeee
cheree daoooooo.” Ei bole Ami nijeke choranor bhan korte laglam, Ami ki
korbo? Tumi to bolle je amar bara ta tomake amar kache aste dichhe na.
Ei bar dekho, tumi amar koto kache eshe gecho?”
“Rudrada, satti satti tumi khoob kharab lok. Nijer boner bondhur skirt
ta ke keu eibhabe khule dey?”Ki korbo Neha rani, khulte holo.

Tomar skirt ta tomake amar kache ashte dito na. Kintu ekhon dekho
tumi amar kot kache eshe gecho.” Rudrada du hate amar bishal pacha duto
jore jore tipchilo. Amar choto panty ta bar bar pachar khanjer bhetore
dhuke porchilo. Rudradar mota laura ta samne thekeo Amar panty ta guder
duto phanker bhetore dhukiye diyechilo. Amike tar Rudradar laurar garam
ta ashojjho kore dichhillo.

Baa Rudrada ba, satti tomar koto koshto, tomakai tomar Neha ranir
skirt ta khule dite holo. Kintu amake emni kore chipkiye rakhle ami
kemon kore tomar booke tel malish korte parbo? Amake chere dao,
please.”Eta kono baipar noye. Tumi amar booke tel malish korte na parle
amar pithe tel malish kore dao.” Ami tai Rudradar booke lipte theke du
hat diye Rudradar pithe tel malish korte laglam.