While driving through Los Tunas, Camaguey and Holquin, I noticed the chicas there were beautiful. Fair skinned, many with blue eyes and, well, beautiful. Those towns will definitely bear some closer inspection on a future trip.
Mountains and sugar cane plantations made the trip quite scenic.
There were even some twin peaks to admire in one little town
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before we finally made it to the south end of the island.
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I’ll let you read Sandman’s “On to BTG’s Casa” for details about the fiesta we had. It was a great time spent with real good friends. One nice highlight of the trip was my little local girl I had the morning before we left town to return to Havana. She was 23, thin and had a stunning latina look to her, with an incredible smile. The only problem was getting her to smile! We had a chance to talk for a minute and warm up to each other. She had a 3 year old daughter but a tight stomach that looked like that of a teenager. She asked how much I would pay her for our time, and I thought “what a shame!”. This one is harder core than I normally like. “Twenty” was met with the request for “Thirty”, to which I responded “Twenty, and if I like our time together, thirty is no problem”
In a matter of minutes, we made our way back to the rear bedroom where the DFK ensued at a beautifully slow pace. After a while, she asked “tienes preservativo?”, which was her way of saying she wanted to provide a covered BJ. I followed up my response of “Mas tarde” with a DATY that completely changed the entire session. As I made my way south she raised her head in surprise. “Perhaps she’s not used to having fun?” I thought.
I’d applied some VivaGel to her during our DFK and it had her tingling and squirming while using Mel’s techniques. She had a full-on bush, but it was soft and silky hair…you know, like when you were a kid and you visited the family? You remember - the peachfuzz on your great-grandmothers upper lip when she kissed your cheek? Anyways, before long she turned into this latina wildcat, rolling around and pulling my hair while I tried my best to keep up the DATY. After a brief orgasm, she sat up and pushed me down on the bed and applied the Havana Hoover to Mr. Happy. Egads what a Hummer. Her cheeks were puckered in so tight that she had dimples. Far and away the finest BBBJ of the year (Ok…it’s only February, but this is trip number 3). I was going nuts and telling her as much, which only served to spur her on to make it a better blowjob. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I motioned her to stop so I didn’t soak her tonsils.
She knew the condom was on the shelf over the bed and reached up for it as she straddled the soldier. With the condom wrapper ripped open in her teeth, she was rubbing the purple helmet along her soaking wet clit and labia. The warmth and wetness of her was killing me. Reaching up to massage her breast and neck with both hands, I arched my head back and savored the moment while waiting for the wrapping. “GodDAMN is she killing me with that steaming-hot & moist pussy ”. In that moment, it happened. We came together. She looked into my eyes while lowering her sacred temple down onto my upright bishop and I just couldn’t believe it – the friggin rubber was still in the wrapper! “Neccissito condon!” I exclaimed. With a sultry smile she responded “Mas tarde” before melding herself into me.
With a passion that an eighteen year old cannot possibly comprehend, we spent the next moments entwined in bliss. I knew that my girl was older than any I’d had in months, but I really wanted to try someone who had a bit more maturity, and the gamble paid off. I’ll not soon forget that session.
Once back on the road to Havana, we spied some tasty roadkill and offered them a ride in the “ClubHombre BangBus”.
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Fortunately for us, the dynamic of having 3 men and 4 girls in the camper didn’t offend anyone, and we kept it pretty damn light-hearted as the kilometers passed by.
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This particular chica enticed me, so while BTG was up in the overhead bunk taking a nap with the curtains closed, I told Sandman to cover my driving while I made my way back to the rear bedroom. I was stiff and needed a good massage from all the diving, fucking and driving and she provided a great rubdown before laying next to me and making out for 20 minutes. Pulling her top up, I smiled back at her perky little nips before kissing them for several minutes more. She responded by tugging on my trouser snake while I made my way down to her pants buckle. Glancing at my watch, I realized that I had FAR exceeded my time to fuck around and I had a real struggle – to fuck right then and make Sandman drive for yet another hour, or to put my member on ice and take my share of the driving load. I chose to drive. In a prurient way, I almost enjoyed all the foreplay and cockteasing without closing the deal right then. Granted, it was much more difficult driving CROSS-EYED, but we managed to avoid all of the horse-drawn carriages, the ox-drawn carts and the bicycles by the thousands, all of whom share the 2 lane roads as if they own them.
When my time to stop driving came, I managed yet another make-out session with my smooth skinned babe. Mmmmm she was a great kisser. When BTG woke up and started asking about ice cream, it was time to stop! Picture four cubanas sitting on the rear bed eating rum-raisin ice cream at 1 a.m. and you’ll know why Sandman’s face hurts … from smiling so much. Or was that from trying to fit your girls mammoth titties into your mouth? Hahaha ! How big were they Sandman?
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But I’m getting ahead of myself. Ready for this? Just outside of Havana, we hit THREE HOURS of heavy fog that was so thick, I could only drive 20 kilometers per hour. The last stretch of the trip killed me, and I was just too tired at 3:30 am to close the deal with my roadkill honey. Sleeping with someone you're too tired to fuck is a first for me.
The next day we enjoyed some more partying at our new pool casa
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I was particularly impressed by my little models posing ability (if not my ability to get a good shot – man was I tired)
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So anyways, it turns out that my session the next morning with this delightful little roadkill number was all right. She didn’t like to BJ, but I was so friggin tired that NOTHING could bother me. We went from DFK to fucking and man oh man was she tight. Tiny like those pics of the thai girls, with narrow little hips and a very small panocha. I held off as long as I could, but something tells me you could’ve timed an egg cooking during my “quickie” session.
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When BTG returned to our party, we politely asked our roadkill to scram before enjoying our final night in Cuba. As Sandman has written, dinner and dancing was wonderful. (FOUR CUBAN COFFEES brought me back to the land of the living) We had two of the best looking girls in town. While Sandman was napping in the disco during the salsa show, BTG and I were involved in some full-scale foreplay. After spending 10 days outside of her beloved Heavana, I couldn’t pry BTG outta that disco until the end of the show – sorry Sandman, ‘cause you looked beat!
During our time together, I’d grown very fond of BTG. She’s a gem. Our last night was wonderful. Making sure that she was very relaxed, I hit play on a 100 song set of romantic MP3’s I had on my laptop. This was a first for her, and she’d not heard so many Whitney Houston, Barry White, Sinatra, Gershwin, BeeGees, Donna Summers, Louis Armstrong, and, well, you get the picture. With the mood set well, and nothing to do but focus on her, the next hours purred and moaned by…
“When your body's had enough of me And I'm laying flat out on the floor. When
you think I've loved you all I can I'm gonna love you a little bit more ...
