Here we go:
Day ONE
Sat down at the bar, and thought DeJaVue? Then I realized I was sitting "at the bottom of the screen" for the live feed from the www.hoteldelrey.com webcam.
Beer wasn't even opened before a 30something tica was on my ass like stink on a used pocketrocket! "Dos bambinos, no hombre and sexo for $70" was the first words outta her mouth, as she went for the joystick like a prepubescent teen on a nintendo binge. I politely tried "repeatedly" to say no thanks for the offer for company, but she was glued to my ass.
I excused myself with "donde esta el banyo" and sought out some newer models, with fewer miles on them. A charming 24 yr Chilean who speaks english warmed up to me, and, after a while, we got down to talking business. She only asked how much I would want to pay? My response was to ask if she had a friend who could join us for a 2 for 1 special? Before I could light my cigar, she was back with a 22 yr tica named Jessie who was damned tight! $100 total for both with one hour of sexo was immediately agreed to, as I bit off the end of that magic blue tablet and took a long draw on my cigar.
While signing the "captains log", Jeff the mgr suggested that I keep a close eye on things in the room, as he couldn't pursue any missing items from 2 girls. I thanked him for the advice. He's a pretty decent guy, I thought to myself.
In the room, they posed for the obligatory photo, then took turns in the shower. I won't eat a salad that hasn't been properly prepared either, and thanked them for the gesture.
They both proved very competent in the oral part of the test.
After 40 minutes of rugby style rolling around, it occured to me that many firsts were coinciding this day. 1st time in CR, 1st dose of Vitamin V, and 1st time w/a 3some...
Well lads, its back to the races! So many ticas, so little time.
FangBunny
Day 2
Woke up late here at the DelRay. After a very late breakfast, I checked out the Blue Marlin around 11:30 a.m. 3 fellow gringos + almost 20 ladies means, you guessed it, time to get laid! Along comes a lovely little Tica, named Monica Lewinsky claiming she wanted to "apply to be my intern for the day, Mr. Presidente!" She had a super figure and looked great. She asked for $70, and immediately agreed that $50 was ok for 2 hours massage, BBBJ and more.
Even though I didn't need it, I bit off about 30mg of my vitamin V from the night before, just to see how it worked. Monica gave an excellent 30 minute massage, which was all I could take once the viagra kicked in (It's damned hard to relax on your stomach with a tent peg poking you in the groin...)
I had found some ripe mangos in the market, and we both shared this sweet fruit as we lay in the bed. Monica came up with some very creative ways to enjoy the "meat" of the mango. The BBBJ couldn't have been any better. Alternating those luscious latina lips (which were like vise grips) with an incredibly active tongue, she kept both hands going constantly. Dontcha just love it when the twins get in on the action instead of just hangin there collecting the runoff? And if you've ever had mango flesh rubbed all around the jewels while the crown gets polished, you know what it means to be King.
The condom was applied to FangBunny Jr and it was off to the races. Not sure if it's the V or the fresh mountain air or the ticas, but MAN what raging hardons I've been having! We started with her atop and those sweet, mango flavored breasts waving all over my face. After a few more positions, I finished reverse missionary...a favorite way to really enjoy a woman with a good ass.
Hooked up with the newly arrived Jizlick and our mutual guide Orlando, and it was off for more. Jiz was exhausted from no sleep, but he bravely downed a latte with a viagra chaser rather than taking a nap; what determination! I had a real massage booked with a real masseur, so while Jiz took care of biz at Oasis, I tried to lay on my stomach with that friggin tent peg poking me again! I"LL NEVER GET ANOTHER MASSAGE WITH THAT STUFF IN ME AGAIN! Since it was a legit massage, and the V was still controlling matters, it was off to Idem for some immediate relief.
Anna, a 24 yr Tica with long hair and even longer legs leading up to a flawless butt took me up the stairs wearing a miniskirt that made my blood boil! In exactly 30 seconds, we were on the sheets and another fine BBBJ ensued. When you combine a really vigorous massage with the viagra and such an incredibly sexy woman, expect one helluva raging hard on. Knowing that the guys were waiting downstairs, I went to town and gave it a burst like never before. Anna went from the obligatory moans to full out hollering as I finished the act, skipping the shower to run downstairs and leave with the guys for our dinner dates.
Thats it for now, guys. Just remember the new rates at the BM, and you can either come for half price or go twice as often on the same budget!
(Note: Prices were cheap after the 9/11 thing)
FangBunny
DAY 3
At some boardmember's suggestion, I booked today for a tourist excursion into the rainforest. Up early, ride the bus all day with other tourists, and listen to a henpecked man my age put up with his attorney wife's crappolla. What the HELL were we thinking in the 1920's, letting them outta the bedroom and into the voting booths???? "Driver! Just get me back to the DelRay before I haul off and bitchslap that wench" brought mucho applause from the rest of the men aboard when that poor bastard & bride got off the bus.
Hooked up with Jizlick and I scouted the action for a long time, speaking to a lotta babes:
Distant Dominicans
Panamanian Princess'
and the like, I was getting discouraged after buying several drinks, and not finding any lights at the end of the proverbial tunnel. I spoke with a staffmember who said that many of the girls were getting discouraged by the falling prices paid by even fewer tourists than normal. Between his comments, and the discussion I had with another Tico who was scouting for me, I decided to become a little more sensitive to the plight of these working women...
Jizlick, who speaks spanish pretty well, even scouted around trying to help out. Ready to leave, I walked out of the fray (man that place is wall to wall beaver on a Friday night) and over to the bar by the elevator to order some food and another cervasa.
And then it happened...just like DonGordo suggested (twice; I'm a little thickheaded sometimes!). As I was standing there, a fabulous lightskinned Cuban/Dominican walked in and we started to talk. Her smile captivated me. The glimmer in her eyes said there was someone home upstairs. At 21, she couldn't have looked any better; tight, firm breasts covered by a skintight halfshirt, the type that shows the washboards...and, she spoke passable english!
Well, we sat and talked for a long while, until I couldn't take it anymore (yes, all of 15 minutes) and FangBunny Jr. was screaming to be heard. When Jr interrupted to inquire about the sexo, she suggested $100, to which I politely responded that my budget was closer to $50. When she suggested $70, we agreed to $50, with an opportunity for her to earn $70 for an evening as enchanting as her smile!
Without going into the specifics, this belle made the room glow. Afterwards, we talked for a long time over a bottle of cabernet sauvignon. As she rose to leave, I found my wallet on the desk beside my last mango. "Yes, I love mangos!" she replied. Maybe next time, I thought to myself as I scribbled her name and nombre on the notepad for manyana.
Well, it's midnight, and I've rested up enough to venture down to the "market" once again...
FangBunny
DAY 4
Woke up this morning and thought "ahhhhh....it is good to be in paradise...". Rolled over and slept another hour and when I awoke again, FangBunny JR was straining for attention. FB JR reminded me of all the times that "morning wood" had gone to waste back home, to which I replied "So sorry, m'amigo, no mas. Ok, little hombre, lets go find some fresh carne!"
After the perfunctory 3 S's it was downstairs to feed either the stomach, or the little insatiable monster, FB JR. Into the casino at 9'ish and who should I see, none other but the Dominican who had been choking JR through the gaberdeen the night before. Talk about cheeky, she was grabbing my ass at the amiga registration desk the night before, saying that "you are next, my love" while she waited for her hombre to sign the guest ticket!!! This tall number had told me she played a lotta volleyball for the Domincan Republic when I commented on how firm her tightly packaged ass was. With a "heads up" from FB JR, it was up the stairs with my newly found sportser to see how well she served!
Any concerns that JR had about her braces were quickly dispelled when those luscious negroish lips were wrapped around the pole as sweetly as red ribbons on the lampost at Christmas time! JR breathed a sigh of relief when, after a few minutes, the twins reported that no errant hairs were cought up in the wires too! (Another confirmation that a TRUE gentleman NEVER presents an unshorn ballbag to his lady)
How to describe the sexo...? ATHLETIC! Me and JR could skip aerobics for the next 3 days!! I don't know how this little number could have the energy after staying up all night? At her request, we finished with her leaning over the pedestal table and almost crashing through the french doors and out onto the balcony!! (I'm guessing she'll never underestimate the power of morning wood again?!?)
Thereafter, I walked out of the DelRay to Chelles, a little Tico restaurant 2 doors from the Presidente and had another omelette, 3rd day in a row. Friendly service and some damn good hueves, con cafe con leche...
I had a lunch appointment with a new tour guide, David Maddox, a retired Texas police officer that lives here and operates a tour service (4x4 Adventures), at 1'ish. While strolling back from breakfast, I stopped in at the Presidente to see how Jizlick/GUBennet and the rest were doing. The "DO NOT DISTURB" signs on their doors told me they were fine, and resting well during their "Fiesta de Leche 2001" tour.
On the way back into the DelRay, I thought I'd scout out the action at the Marlin. I ordered a bottled water, and took in the scenery. Mind you, it was not quite noon on a Saturday, and there had been a "rave party" in town the night before, so the pickin's were slim at best. Oh well, I thought, we'll just finish this bottle of water and see what develops...
Remember Catwoman? She walked in, wearing that skintight, wet/black rubber looking outfit barely concealing some wonderfully ample natural resources! I was on her like ticks on a hound dog!!! Glancing at my watch, I realized I wouldn't have much time to subdue her fiendish charms and still make my lunch date, but, hey, what the hell, I'm sure Mr. Maddox won't mind waiting a moment or two for true love, right???
On to the registration desk for a second time (before noon), and the gentleman signing me in gave me the "thumbs up" sign, as if to say "GO FOR IT, BUDDY!" I had to take several pictures of her before we began, as she was really STUNNING in that outfit!! Sensing my urgency, she suggested a brief massage for openers. Once I flipped over, JR was begging to be groomed by the cat's tongue, however, in my haste to procure her services, I had ommited the all important "Me lo puedes mamar sin condon" from our negotiations, and was only mildly disappointed to learn that she preferred mamar con condon. Moving on to the position best suited to harvest those generously apportioned natural resources known as "mammories giganticto", I proceeded to pound the fillet like a butcher tenderizing the finest of entrees, all the while either admiring or feasting upon her amply endowed udders. WHEW...I'm gettin' horny again just thinking about it! With another stellar finish, FB JR collapsed in a natural manner, without any of the viagra induced post coital inflamation. Poor little guy...your time for rest will come when the plane lands again, I reminded him...
Lunch with Dave was a good diversion. Before I knew it, however, it was time to meet the 2 university students that had been promised by a local source. Excusing myself from Mr. Maddox, it was off to the showers to make sure no residuals would offend the next lovely ladies!
The local told me these young (19 & 20) students would not go near the DelRay, so I was to finda cheap room elsewhere. Well, at 3000 colones for up to 3 hours , I found cheap room allright.. Mattress wasn't 3 inches thick and the walls were even thinner! These lovelies were going to expect my best, so 40 mg of Sargaent V's discipline brought FB JR to full attention! Once in the room, these gorgeous ladies were very willing and able to please! In the classic turnaround, the one who looked hotter clothed paled by comparison to the other when undressed. The better of the two was 5', very slender and I thought had a padded bra to "complement" what nature had provided. In reality, her chest had 2 Kaiser helmets on them! I'VE NEVER SEEN FIRMER OR MORE PERFECT BREASTS!!!! Firm like water balloons, and so delicious, I decided right then and there to swear offa the other ticas funbags!
After 2 bbbj's, I requested a double bbbj, and, with a devilish look to each other, they laughed and went at it! "Heaven, I'm in heaven" kept playing in my mind. Right about then, the couple in the next room started banging the headboard while the lady erupted in an incredible orgasm; DAMN THOSE THIN WALLS! With that going on, the ladies, and I, lost all concentration, and the double bbbj was over. Oh well...FB JR and I shared those lasses, and after 40 minutes of raw, sweaty, in your face sex...it was over. Damn. Oh well, at least JR managed to yield some leche 2x, one for each tica
Dinner with GUBennet and Jizlick and crowd at the DelRay, then off to see the Park Hotel show. There are so many posts about this show on the boards, and I've rambled on so much already, that I won't belabor the point:gotta see this show at least once in your lifetime. GUBennet was celebrating his birthday, so we all sang "Happy Birthday" to him as he lay face down on the bar, up to his ears in thighs. Bill sure knows how to entertain his guests...
The final conquest of the day occured after the show, when JR led me up the stairs with one of the better looking performers. Kinda like squeezing the last drop outta an old bottle of mayo. My poor prostate must be shrivelled up like a raisin by now... Costa Rica is everything they say it is though.
FangBunny
DAYS FIVE AND SIX
Spent day 5, Sunday, resting and relaxing before leaving for the pacific coast. After a pleasant drive to the beach, I enjoyed the beachlife, catching a wonderful sunset over a delicious fish dinner.
While strolling through a little beach village open market, I happened upon a charming little tica with a "sonrisa hermosa" that melted me in my boots. She speaks english, and I was thrilled when she agreed to drinks at the local disco. The dancing was wonderful, all the old Madonna music of the 80's, and she was lighting the dance floor and my heart afire. After 2 hours, we both were drenched in sweat, making the DON look grungy, while she was glistening with a refreshing glow.
Never a fan of the song "Baby Got Back", I now understand the attraction. Her spectacular derrierre rounded out her jeans better than 2 half dodgeballs fighting under a blanket. "There's no way those dodgeballs won't fall once the jeans come off", i thought to myself...
Back to the room for some vino and private dancing, where the bed moved almost halfway across the room. Exhausted, we fell asleep, like lovers, to awaken to first light...
Anyone want to buy a oneway ticket back to the States?
FangBunny
PS
Oh, and the dodgeballs never fell an inch, m'amigos! What an ass...full, firm and perfect skin...I could spoon those cheeks for the rest of my life.
DAY 7
My lovely tica had a visit from her amiga rojo. Moody, irritable, and rubbing her back and forehead all the time. I guess if ticas didn't have such times, the entire male population would have moved here already? We discussed going in the back door and even gave it a shot...but it wasn't her thing that morning, oddly enough?
Well, with an eye on the calendar, and the clock too for that matter, JR and I gave her a gift and a kiss goodbye. Damn the timing for that monthly visitor!
Each day while at the beach, I spent the morning getting scuba certified. What a great thing to do on a vacation. Afternoons were spent driving around the coast with a bored taxi driver who was happy for the work.
On to a little bar/shanty directly on the beach, with waves literaly washing up around the building! After many, many drinks, even the 200 lb amiga at the end of the bar was starting to look good to JR!! HEY WHOSE IN CHARGE HERE??? HAVEN'T I TAKEN DAMNED GOOD CARE OF YOU ALREADY THIS WEEK, DON JR?? With that said, JR and I paid the tab and stumbled outta that place before something truly sordid transpired.
On the way back to the hotel, a quick stop in the "LIZARD LOUNGE" to see what we could "scare" up. By now, i am beginning to miss the BM, the Blue Marlin, the Babe Mall! Alas, the only fare de jour was a 30 something something with a body like an unmade bed. Sensing my disappointment, no my DISTRESS, the bartender asked if I'd sit and have a drink for a few minutes. "What else am I to do?" I thought.
True to his trade, this hombre summoned up a bueno little number that I shall never forget.
Well, lads, my cab just arrived...more later...
FangBunny
DAY 8
Well, my friends, allow me to confirm the rumors: one most certainly can find a plethora of poon at the playa (beach)! I lay out at the beach all afternoon, admiring the traffic like a redneck at a NASCAR event.
After dinner, I took a leisurely stroll down the beach, ostensibly to look for some “shells”. At the park by the beach, I walked past 2 young girls who were dressed oh so very nicely. I smiled at them with a “dos ticas Hermosa” as we passed, which is the best pick up line this gringo can muster! Once we established that they spoke no English, and I speak no real Spanish, it was time to cut through all of the small talk. “T’gusta vaminos a m’casa por el vino?” (You who are fortunate enough to know the language are welcome to snicker, but what the hell, it worked!)
Three glasses of wine were poured and finished, when, at the appropriate time, I brought out “the toys”. From the quizzical looks on their bright young faces, it was apparent this would be their first time with pocketrockets. Imagine their delight when these two teen ticas tangoed with the tinglers ! As for me, I felt like Christopher Columbus bringing coffee back to the Queen!
After much giggling during the introduction stage, one of the senoritas began to get red faced, eyes rolling back and a few deep moans. With that, I knew who would be going first!!! FangBunny JR was tugging at the leash like a bulldog with a French poodle in sight. “Easy boy! We must pace ourselves!” With a guttural growl, JR viciously yanked me over to her. She set aside the vibra, and within 2 minutes she was howling, like a dog at the moon!
By this time, the other tica was warmed up enough to warrant JR’s attention, but the first Tica wasn’t finished with me yet. (Hell I don’t remember the last time women fought for JR’s attention) They must’ve been close friends, because they didn’t request a new raincoat each time we switched. And the battery operated gringos kept the alternate Tica ready for more. With that, and without having to stop and change raingear, the amore was able to freely cascade all around us, free from interruption. “LET IT RAIN” I thought, for soon enough the dry season will again be upon me
Afterwards, the ticas clutched their newfound best friends to their chests, begging me to let them keep them. With those and a few other aromatic gifts I sent them on their way…how could I deprive them of the same joy they had brought me?
PuraVida
FangBunny
DAY 8
Well, my friends, last night was spent with a 19 yr tica from Liberia who was a definite 9.5 on the scale. When I checked into my hotel, the desk manager merely inquired if my wife or girlfriend would be staying with me? When I responded "not unless I could find one in the next few hours", he waved me off with a simple "leave it to me".
At the arranged time, this incredibly lovely young thing showed up; classic Latina lovely with flowing long wavy hair, about 5'6" shapely and FIRM. We had a few drinks, laughed, and held hands in the bar while she ran her fingers through my hair. Back to the room where she rocked my world. Straight onto the sheets. Intense GFE. She insisted on bareback riding when I reached for safety jacket. This filly literally would NOT let me dismount. She had her legs wrapped so hard around mine and was grinding so hard that JR was beginning to fear the dreaded "saddle sores".
By the end of the second round, WITHOUT ANY INTERMISSION!?, I was begging for water and a rest. She on the other hand, was tickling the twins to see if she could get us back into the ring for round 3!!! As I lay there on the mat it was apparrant that JR and I were down for the count. Exhausted, I thought "she was worth every bit of $50"
Pura Vida, Gringos
FangBunny
DAY 9
The last day...wow.
While in Costa Rica, be sure to enjoy San Jose. I know I sure did! And a special thanks to Jeff and all of his staff at the DelRay for a 1st class experience in a 3rd world country.
Even though it is tempting to stay put in the Blue Marlin, take the time to travel. The people outside of the big cities are, to put it simply, charming. Many of the locals I met were wonderful, and didn’t show the obvious lust for Gringobucks that I found rather prevalent in San Jose.
Bring LOTS of small gifts. It really IS the THOUGHT that counts. The saying YMMV (your mileage may vary) is true, and your mileage is greatly increased by these additives.
My grocery list (beyond the beloved mango!) included:
A bottle of red wine for each day
A small scented candle for each day, with several others for gifts
Some hairclips, bows, brushes and the like, as gifts
Scented body lotions, bath oils, soaps again as gifts
Dozens of small “designer” brand perfumes
A portable music source with some romantic music (Frank, Nat and etc…)
VIAGRA, for that “Ironman” stamina in a bottle
And a few battery operated gringos too!
You’re sure to have fun creating ways to dispense these items! For example, upon arriving in one beach town, my cab driver offered to bring some girls by later that night when they got off from their regular jobs. At 7:30, I answered the knock on my door to find this young man grinning from ear to ear, with 3 ticas at his side! He proudly announced that he had brought three girls so I could select my favorite for the evening. I thanked him with 3000 colones and invited the 3 youngsters into my room for…, you guessed it, a glass of wine! Lighting a vanilla candle, turning on Nat King Cole’s “Unforgettable” and popping the cork of a 98 Merlot immediately set the desired tone for what was to follow.
As we enjoyed the wine by candlelight, I broke out one of the larger perfumes for them to sample. These young ladies really enjoyed all of these extra touches, and I THINK they were beginning to vie for my attention that night, from what I could gather from their conversation and actions. I then suggested that all 3 were welcome to stay, and I would pay them each 6000 colones for their time, rather than their asking price of $50 for one. This was fine, as none of them wanted to go away “the loser”. Placing the bottle of perfume on the counter, I said that the perfume would be given to the lady with the most amore gusto!
What followed was really rather sordid. After a very luscious SIX HAND massage, the natives sat in a circle, passing the “peace pipe”, one to another, each one taking long slow draws of the intoxicating fire burning within. As one displayed a particular method of “inhaling”, the next would grab the pipe to demonstrate her proficiency with this oldest instrument of pleasure.
The twins were even eventually separated and given a sound tongue lashing for the mere crime of laying idle while the other natives awaited their turn on the pipe! DAMN! If you’ve ever wondered what it would be like to go through a car wash buttass naked while strapped to the hood of your Benz, WONDER NO MORE, LADS!!! WHEW…
I shan’t describe the lovemaking beyond this…with hands and lips and tongues showing up anywhere and everywhere, Caligula himself would have been proud! (And those Roman dudes knew how to party!) And there is something about having those six lovely cheeks all raised and smiling at me in a row that I shall never forget…
It was a very tough decision to select the lucky lass who would earn the coveted prize as they had all given it 100%… so…into my bag of goodies like Jolly Ol’ St. Nick I reached to pull out 2 more of the same bottles. Kinda brings new meaning to the phrase “HO HO HO”…
And to all, a goodnight.
Pura Vida, fellow gringos
FangBunny