Hey, Iâm Darth Buddha, 29, 6ft tall, dark and handsome, or so my girls tell me with a grin. Iâm back now, ready to unload the wild shit Iâve been up to. This is one of them from a crazy weekend, and trust me, thereâs plenty more.
Dive into my story, and if it gets you going, hit me up at [email protected]. Letâs chat and see what you think.
I had been dating my girlfriend, Nidhi, for almost three years. About a year ago, before moving out of Bangalore, I went on a three-day trip. It was to Kumta, near Gokarna, with her and her college friends. We had booked a four-bedroom Airbnb, two couples, plus two other girls and a guy, making a total of eight.
It was my first time meeting them. Nidhi was eager to introduce me to her close-knit circle. The group included Preeti, Caroline, Sanya, Manisha, Arjun, and Ravi. Arjun and Sanya were a couple. The girls were friendly, but the guys were more reserved and polite but distant.
Wanting to enjoy the ocean, I waded into the waters of Kumta, and the girls eagerly followed. I stayed close to my girl. But since most were shorter and less experienced with the sea, they instinctively held onto me for support. Their warm hands clinging to my arms and my shoulders were innocent, playful fun.
Or so I thought.
By evening, we stocked up on drinks, beers, Breezers, and two bottles of Macintosh whisky, my go-to. By 9 PM, we had freshened up and gathered around the BBQ station. The girls prepped the food while I manned the grill. I stuck to whisky while most of them sipped on beer and Breezers.
Except Sanya, who matched me drink for drink.
By midnight, the group was trashed. Preeti and Caroline were puking, the guys were out, and Nidhi was fading. Seven pegs deep, I was still good, Sanya too. We cleaned up the mess. My buzz slipped as I helped the girls hurl, making me feel like all that whisky had gone to waste.
Once the chaos settled, I carried Nidhi to our room and laid her down. When I returned, most of the girls had crashed, and the guys? – out in their rooms. Sanya, Manisha, and I stayed back to clean up. Once tidied, Manisha called it a night. It was just Sanya and me with the last of our drinks and a joint.
With Arjun always around, we hadnât talked much. But now that we were alone, the conversation flowed. It started with light jokes and small talk. But soon, the teasing began. Nothing serious, just playful flirts. After some time, her phone buzzed, Arjun. She answered quickly, mumbled something, and got up to leave.
I walked her to her room, right next to mine, sharing a wall. Back in my room, I freshened up. I then turned to Nidhi, my girlfriend, a fair-skinned hottie, slim and built. He had a great ass that begged to be grabbed. Her 32C boobs sat perfectly on her tall and sexy body.
Topped with wild curly hair, sprawled out, dress bunched up her thighs, drunk as hell but still alive. She was mine tonight, my little slut to use however I wanted. She loved it that way. Not in a mood to wait around, I ripped that dress off.
Her body was hot and bare, legs flopping open like she was begging me to take her. She was dry down there, booze killing her juice. So I had to get her ready. Dropped down, nose in her heat, sweet, musky, all mine. Licked her slow, tongue dragging over her, tasting her.
She moaned, sloppy and soft, hips twitching up. I went harder, sucking her pussy, lips working her, tongue flicking quickly, then slow. I was teasing till she was squirming. âFuck, keep going,â she slurred, drunk and needy, hands clawing the sheets.
I ate her out like a hungry bastard, messy, wet, lapping her âtil she was soaked, moans turning loud and desperate. Hands slid up, grabbed her tits, soft, perky, nipples hard. Squeezed âem rough, then bit down, sinking my teeth into her neck, marking her as mine.
Her tits, sucking and biting till red patches bloomed, her gasps sharp and horny. Thatâs when I caught it: grunts next door, Sanyaâs low, sexy moans. Arjun was giving it to her good. His deep, rough grunts hit the air. Their bed creaked steadily, dirty moans leaking through the wall.
I grinned, went harder on Nidhiâs pussy. I slipped a finger in, then two, curling âem deep while my tongue kept at her. She bucked, panting, pussy squeezing, and cum fast, soaking my face. Her body jerked, her boobs bouncing with my bite marks.
Kept at her till she was a shaky slut, dripping for me. She was mine to play with all night. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head up. She was too trashed to fight, lips falling open sloppy. Shoved my cock in, slow at first, letting her taste me. Then harder, fucking her mouth deep, her gags wet and choked.
Sanyaâs gasps sharpened next door, short, horny âuh-uhâs. Arjun was pounding her hard, their bed thumping, wet smacks ringing out.
Nidhi, my drunk little slut, took my big brown cock nicely and spit dripping down her chin. I pulled out, ready to wreck her more. Slid into her pussy, slow, deep, her pussy hot and slick, gripping my thick 7-incher tight. She groaned, legs limp but hooking me weak, neck and tits bruised from my teeth.
I spanked her ass hard, sharp slaps echoing. Sanya had to hear it. Her moans got louder, too, like she was pushing back, a filthy call-and-response. Arjun grunted low, their bed banging steady. I smirked, dirty as hell, and fucked Nidhi harder, bed smacking the wall loud.
Her moans spilling out rough, my slut putting on a show. Their noise peaked, and Arjunâs groan ripped out, hard and nasty. Blowing his load, maybe in her, maybe all over, 20 or 25 minutes in, then dead quiet. Weak shit.
Thatâs when I flipped Nidhi over. Her face down, ass up just enough, prone boned her, pinning her flat. I was pounding her deep into the mattress, bed rocking hard, banging the wall, her cries muffled in the sheets. I spanked her ass raw, loud slaps echoing. She was mine to mark up, my slut all night.
Kept going, rolled her sideways, one leg up. I slid my curved, thick brown cock back in, hitting every spot inside her, stretching her out. Her moans were wild as I fucked her deep from the side. I was biting her neck again, leaving more red marks. She was a mess, taking it like the slut she was.
Then flipped her on her back. I threw her legs over my shoulders and went at her hard. My dick slammed in, touching places that made her scream, drunk and lost. The bed shook like itâd break, her tits jiggling with my bite marks all over. I owned her for over an hour, using her in every way.
I couldnât hold it. Blew deep in her, groaning loud, her body trembling. I filled her up. She flopped onto the bed, cum leaking out her pussy, thick and slow. She curled into me, sweaty and wrecked. Her neck and tits were covered in my marks, cuddling up like a good little slut as we crashed.
Sleep hit fast. Her warm body pressed tight against mine, that curly hair tickling my chest. Morning came too soon. She stirred, stretching slowly, a lazy grin spreading across her fair face. âMorning,â she mumbled, voice hoarse from all the screaming.
Her fingers trailed down my chest, brushing over me like she still wanted more. Her neck and tits were a map of my bites, red and bruised, and she didnât even try to hide them. We headed to the beach, the early waves cool against our skin.
Nidhi had promised a surprise, and she delivered, stepping out in a red bikini I brought her sometime back. It hugged her curves perfectly. Those 32C boobs popping, that great ass swaying as she walked. Damn, she looked hot. I saw the guys checking her out.
It got me jealous and proud at the same time, knowing she was all mine. And then I saw her. Sanya showed up in a dark green one-piece, cut low, barely holding her curves in place. The hickeys scattered across her neck from Arjun, wearing âem like a badge.
For a second, her eyes met mine. Lingering. Knowing. At that moment, I was certain that this wasnât over; it was just the beginning. I pulled Nidhi close, my hands on her hips, kissing her deep, tasting last night on her lips, all while staring Sanya down.
She splashed with the others, but her glances kept hitting me, daring me. Later, when I was alone, she brushed by. Her shoulder grazed mine, a move far too intentional to be an accident. âHaving fun?â she asked, her voice playful and low.
âMore than you can imagine,â I replied, letting my gaze dip just slightly to her cleavage before locking eyes again. She bit her lip, just for a second, and walked off, leaving heat in the air. But now and then, our eyes would meet. A glance. A lingering stare. A smirk. She was testing me.
The game was on!
That was it, Nidhi fucked out, mine for the night. But those moans from Sanya next door stuck in my head. Something was brewing, and it wasnât gonna stay quiet. Stick around because this Kumta tripâs got more dirty turns coming. Hit me up if youâre hooked.