After giving Costa Rica 3 trips in 6 months, I thought I'd take the opportunity to branch out and explore other hobby friendly destinations. Cuba has always fascinated me; I'd read a lot about the quality of the women there. I heard that Castro welcomed tourists with cash in their pockets, but not much more good or bad about the system down there.
If you want to learn a little about Cuba, read this first section, otherwise you can skip it and go straight to the trip report
General Information:
One detail about the flight that I found particularly amusing; during takeoff and landing, the Russian air conditioning system emits this cloud of mist from the floor that rises up to chest level and threatens to choke you! It was like being in a bad Vincent Price flick. Add the fact that the airplane takes forever to rev up during take off and spends a long time lumbering down the runway before FINALLY taking off, and you really begin to appreciate the capitalists and their Boeings.
Upon arriving in Havana, I'm immediately struck by the fact that I'm no longer in a free country. There are guards and military personnel standing at the stairs telling me to stop taking pictures of the Jose Marti airport terminal. Better get used to being in a restrictive society and flying under the radar. And as for the entire passport stamping thing, I was issued a tourist visa by the Cuban authorities that was inserted into the back of my passport. Apparently Castro has learned that it is better NOT stamping passports when visiting Cuba. Also, they asked detailed information (address, phone number) where I was staying when I was going to Havana. I think if you don't have a destination reserved, they'll be quick to book you in a state run hotel, so better to have a casa particular booked or planned before your arrival.
So anyways, my guide I met on the internet is there at the airport, shyly holding a tiny sign that says "DanishGod" on it. Later I learn that the term "gringo" is used to describe what the Cubans DON'T like about Americans, mainly the government and the embargo. Time to stop using my handle and start with my real name.
When the Russians collapsed in the early 1990's, they stopped subsidizing Cuba, and the economy went from bad to horrible. During that time, Castro decided to allow two types of free enterprise to stimulate tourism; private restaurants and private accommodations. Since I found both state and private restaurants to be acceptable, I'll share about private housing, or casa particulars. Hotels do not allow Cuban guests, so are generally not hobby friendly. Sure I've heard you can sometimes bribe the hotel guards to get girls up to your room, but who needs that hassle? Casa Particulars are basically bed and breakfasts where breakfast is a negotiable item. I was apprehensive about staying in a private home until I got there, but quickly learned that most casa operators are great people. Basically they're entrepreneurs at heart, and are just trying to get ahead in a socialist society.
I kept my valuables locked up in my suitcase at all times, but more to protect against petty theft by my guests than my hosts. Some casa operators will bust your balls about bringing guests in, and some won't. Ask before you rent. Something else I learned about Cubans is they're all good negotiators, so ask about everything they offer you so you won't get a surprise invoice later.
Havana is such a beautiful city. The architecture is stunning. There's nothing wrong with that town that stucco, paint and roofing wouldn't improve. Beneath the decay lay a city of incredible allure.
For more information, please check DanishGod's Beginners' Guide to Cuba
So here's the trip report
(It will help you to know that the Malecon is a central road that follows the coastline of downtown Havana. It has a large pedestrian sidewalk with plenty of locals walking it and milling around on the seawall. )
My first night in town, I headed straight away to the Malecon, where I had heard the action was easiest to stir up. I drove up and down looking for action and saw lots of rough stuff. Didn't start until after 11 p.m., which I later learned was kind of late for a weekday. After passing on lots of marginal action, I finally landed upon this chica. She had that look in her eye that said "I enjoy what I do, and will enjoy doing you". She asked for $40 and I didn't negotiate because I had to bust a nut FAST to christen Cuban soil. She was great from start to finish. Fun loving attitude, not rushed, ready to please and gave a stellar BBBJ without asking. I'm gonna hafta say she was a fine start to my trip.
The next morning I awoke and went down for breakfast with my hosts. Great food and a nice conversation. I left for some brief sightseeing with my guide, and quickly the sights we were looking to see turned to chicas. After cruising the Malecon for about an hour, I finally found these two sisters looking for a ride
Back to the casa where we enjoyed some wine and swiss cheese and Ritz crackers. You'd be surprised what sorta mileage these little extra touches yields from folks that aren't used to much more than rice and beans.
Here's a video of the older sister dancing - the tan lines and nippleage on her were worth remembering.
But then I suppose the younger sister looked kinda good too
I looked closely at the younger sister, and she looked so familiar. I couldn't place her and that bothered me. DAMN! Who does she look like??
Then it hits me - Liv Tyler was in the room. I took a few more pics then invited both sisters back to my room. They looked at each other and asked which one I liked more for my room, "alone". "No problema" I said, I'll pay $40 to them both for back-to-back private sessions. Liv was great - what a friggin body. 18 years old and ready to party. Some of the more playfull sexo of my trip. Afterwards, it was time to bang the older sister with the hardbody. For the first 10 minutes, I was the recipient of the most enthusiastic BBBJ of my life! That little cockgobbler was running laps from the helmet to the twins to the starfish and back again, while I tried my hardest to keep from jumpin' outta my skin. The rest of the session was pretty damned delightful, and was only interrupted by the sounds of my guide getting a hummer from Liv in the sitting room.
Afterwards it was time to shop the streets near the stores in West Havana some more. I found a student who was 2 weeks past her 18th birthday and camera shy. She was gorgeous and a non-pro, and just looking for a ride from accounting school. I was fortunate enough with the help of my guide to persuade her to visit my casa. That was a tasty little snack for sure. So far I'd been in Cuba for less than 24 hours and already had 2 18 year olds with incredible attitudes. The 26 year old sister had obviously been around to learn what she knew about BBBJ, but you sure couldn't tell by her attitude.
Later that afternoon I offered a ride to this blonde. She told me upfront that she only had on hour or so before she had to be somewhere, so I took her home and did her fast. One thing that was cool about her? When I went #3 and some of it shot in her hair, she just smiled and laughed.
We'd agreed to $30 for a quickie, but I liked her style so I gave her an extra $5.
That night I went out for dinner and cigars and saw an outdoor modeling and dinner show, circa Ricky Ricardo. Great fun. After the show, I noticed this Geena Davis/Brooke Shields 18 year old with nothing to do, just standing on the malecon, so I picked her up.
I was with my guide Jesus when I found her, and she said she spoke no English. "Oh that's just great!" I thought, as I resorted to having Jesus translate for me while I chatted her up. I get her back to the casa and we're now without a translator. I try to talk with her in my limited Spanish vocabulary and she gets this little smile that keeps on getting bigger and bigger until finally she busts out laughing and tells me in near-perfect English that I don't have to keep struggling with my Spanish anymore! "Holy shit! I've been duped by this little Cuban girl!" Damn! She explained that she learns a lot more by listening than talking, and so far she'd learned that she liked me and could trust me. Well that did it for me. Now the brain organ is startin' to swell on me and we begin to talk. After 2 hours, I knew more about life growing up in Cuba than I could ever learn from any book or board. We talked about everything. Her favorite actor is Leonardo DiCaprio. She'd give anything just to see him and/or be with him. Puppy Love. Ok…I can't take it anymore so we start making out, real slow. 15 minutes later, she gets up, turns off all the lights but one, dimming it by placing a towel over it, and tells me we're going to be Jack and Rose from "Titanic". Schwiiingggg!!!
2 hours later, my legs are trembling from some of the slowest, most intense and passionate lovemaking of my life. She gets me a cold beer, washes me up and starts giving me a massage while we talk some more. I hit her with the $40 I'd promised plus a little more and sent her away with an appointment to see her again. Damn did she haunt me that night!
The next morning I enjoyed another excellent breakfast with my hosts at the casa before heading out to do some tourist stuff. After lunch, I drove the Malecon west into the town of Miramar. The grand old houses that line the streets make this a scenic drive like few others. I cruised for a while, honking and waving at several amigas before I finally spotted this little spinner.
Imagine my delight to learn that she had just turned 18. I'd often wondered what it would be like to do an "All American" Mary Lou Rhetton gymnast type. Well Mary Lou turned out to be a total blast. She spoke conversational English, and loved to laugh. We started with a tour of the refrigerator where she devoured some of my American snacks, then some wine and cheese and off to the showers. When I saw that her papaya was well groomed and only sporting a couple of weeks growth, I offered her a complementary shave. It blew her mind that I would want to shave her! Of course the fact that I had ladies shaving cream and a sharp new razor was a surprise to her as well. It took some getting used to for her to realize that shaving cream did not need to be lathered up with water like soap, but we got the job done. She said she normally just shaves with water alone- YIKES! She offered to shave me, however I politely declined…
(Before we go any further, you need to know that Castro has made all pornography illegal in Cuba. If you are a tourist and found with any porn, at the very least it will be confiscated, and you might have to spend a few hours or days in a police station answering questions. If you are a Cuban who has porn or agrees to be photographed nude, you could wind up in a hard labor camp. That said, you'll better appreciate what happens next…)
I'm taking pictures and MaryLou keeps undressing. She just can't wait to get naked and have me click the shutter.
I'm loving this chick's attitude. What a hottie. Before I know it, she's on the bed and posing for me.
When her top comes down, I have to look twice, because those puppies hadn't moved.
Man there's something to be said for Cuba. Eighteen, prime and tits that point at the ceiling with no visible means of support. Maybe I'm just easily amused, but I had to see them tata's at some different angles
I'm gonna hafta throw some respect out for that tight ass and those legs too
Ok, be patient and further endure my fascination with those titties, but I so rarely am afforded the opportunity to see real funbags that look so good they almost look fake (and I saw NO saline in Cuba).
An interesting thing happened when I put down the camera. I had this hot naked babe who had been playing with a loaded vibrator for the past several minutes and she was moistening the sheets right there in front of me. As for me, I could pass for a towel bar I was so ready. I tore into her like a 4 year-old opening a present on his birthday. She really was enjoying that vibrator and the DFK and fucksession all at once. 100 mg of Viagra wouldn't have made any difference in the "raging turgid hardon" factor that chick gave me. If there's a fountain of youth, it can be found in "Heavana", fucking the daylights outta 18 year olds like her.
That night, I went to a disco on the top floor of the Havana Libre hotel and paid a $15 cover and $5 for beers to see a great live music show. The disco was full of tall, beautiful slender models but they seemed rather aloof. If you're into trophy fucks, this might be a good place, but I had something else in mind. My sessions with cubanas so far had been so incredibly great, I didn't want to do any stuck-up babes and kill the whole karma thing I had going on. Out of nowhere this chica pops up and starts talking to me in English
We talk for a while and agree on $50 and head back to the casa. Once in the room, she poses for a pic or two, then makes a mad dash for my private bathroom, sits down and proceeds to take the mother of all shits - WITH THE FRIGGIN DOOR WIDE OPEN!!! When the cloud hits me in the room, I run and open every fucking window and crouch down in front of my wall unit airconditioner with my shirt pulled up over my nose. The stench from that chicks' ass was peeling the paint from the walls. When she finally emerged from turning my room into a turnpike rest stop, I tossed her purse at her and threw her ass out on the street. Once the radioactivity levels in my room had subsided I called it a night and went to bed. So much for keeping the good karma going.
Another new day and another great breakfast at the casa. I toured a cigar factory and did some more sightseeing before returning to the casa after lunch. I had to pick up GCL and MitchC from the airport at 6 and had arranged to meet MaryLou again. MaryLou was kind enough to bring a friend along so that GCL and Mitch would have company during the taxi ride from the airport.
The time was 2:30 and since we had a few hours to kill with these two in my room, I asked them what they wanted to do. MaryLou wanted to show her friend my shaving cream, so we shaved her pussy together. After a little showerplay, we moved the party to the room where I fired up a porno DVD on the laptop. MaryLou was fascinated by this; she couldn't believe my computer could play a movie from a CD, and she'd never seen porn before in her life. Coincidently, track 5 of the movie was a 2-on-1 session that lasted about 10 minutes. We lay there naked on the bed watching this and I brought out 2 pocket rockets while we watched the show. : When the track was over I had gone from a slow simmer to a raging boil, and man was I ready to blow off some steam. MaryLou's friend was incredibly enthusiastic and needed absolutely no direction - she was everywhere with the DFK and BBBJ. I arranged them in a 69, and then got my nutsack lapped and polished while I gave the topdog a bone. What a rush.
Afterwards I lit up a good Cuban cigar and had a few beers while the girls played with the vibrators, my movies and ate my food. Right about then I think I felt about as good as I ever had in my life.
Before I knew it, it was time to pile into our private taxi-van and head over to the airport to pick up the arriving Hombres. You should've seen the looks on their faces when they arrived. Happy and horny as hell. The van was stocked with cold beers and hot ladies.
Back to the casa where they paired up and soiled the sheets while I chatted with our hosts.
That night we cruised around together until it was apparent that finding 3 suitable chicas to suit 3 tastes was gonna be tough, so I split out w/my rental car and shopped on my own for a while. We said we'd all try to arrive back at the casa at 1 a.m. to see how the hunting was. At 1 when I arrived, GringoConLeche was kissing his chica goodbye at the front door while MitchC was arriving with his date. With the help of a new buddy, Dooshbag, I had found some sisters that preferred to stay together, and I sure as hell didn't want to be faulted for splitting up the family. GCL and Mitch looked like 2 puppydogs tripping on their tongues and dicks when the sisters got outta the car! Hahaha
The older sister was almost 20. She had many talents, and the silkiest lips and tongue.
Her kid sister was kinda cute too
So here I am in a casa with my two sisters, and GCL's date has just left. For the next several minutes, it was like swatting a mosquitoe that just wouldn't leave you alone! My favorite line from GCL was "I know which one I want" - hahahaha! Like I was gonna give him first choice! : I toyed with him for a while with the ol' "I may hafta take them both", but I didn't want to see him commit hari kari so I picked my sister. You can probably guess which one I had to have first.
Anyone else see a hint of Penelope Cruz there? The Sienfeld episode where the girl says "They're real, and they're spectacular" comes to mind. When I got her on the sheets, I noticed my hands were trembling. She was flawless. Without going too "over the top", we'd all agreed that she was a 9.85 or a 9.9, assuming that 10 is an unattainable score. The BBBJ was acceptable, and greatly enhanced by my ability to explore her firm breasts the whole time. When it was time to slide the salami home, she was very ancy and winced with every inch I gave her. (That's a first for this guy) Since she wasn't comfortable, I flipped her over and greased her up twice as much as usual. After a while, I was getting into a rhythm with her moans and I took advantage of all the extra lube down there to push my thumb ever so gently into that tight little puckerhole of hers. The extra squeezes and squeals this evoked just about made me lose it, but I somehow managed to hold off and pace myself to make this one last.
We arranged an appointment for the next day before paying them $40 each and sending them home for the evening. The comment was made that something like that might've cost $3000 back home. (I guess I just saved 2960 bucks.)
The next day, GCL was intolerably horny hahahaha! He just wasn't going to rest until he'd had some of that younger sister. I've seen heroin addicts in detox that looked more relaxed than him, the poor bastard… On a good note, he reported that the older sister was incredibly focused and skilled. Hmmm!
When the sisters arrived, it was time for GCL to do the deed before he popped a vien, so I took the older sissy and got to know her better.
She was wonderfully gifted, I thought, as she pushed me onto the bed and worked me from head to toe, using her many feminine gifts to please every part of me. I've never before had both balls in the lions' jaws and felt so at ease about it. Since turnaround is fairplay (or is that foreplay?), I reciprocated by working on her for a while. The best part about taking pocketrockets abroad is introducing them in just the right manner. While savoring her tasty papaya, I held the rocket in my hand and slowly worked it up her legs. She was startled when it first touched her, but I pushed her back and made her close her eyes. It was well worth the effort, as I had a front row seat for the first Cuban missile launch - what a tigress. The sexo was stellar. Nothing at all like back home.
GCL crossed the finish line and returned to the land of the living to sit around and party for a while. The younger sister had just showered and she looked cold to me, so I offered her my shirt to stay warm.
That night, some of the girls came by for drinks and a little party at our casa.
Now I had to make a choice - Geena Davis/Brooke Shields was back and I was really looking forward to that, but the spinner sisters were there too! Mitch had been out scaring up his own talent and was in session when the time to bed down arrived, which left GCL and me to occupy the 3 girls. Thinking fast, GCL and I asked the sisters if they'd do a sister session, and here's what they said:
But who was to get the sisters? I looked at Brooke and knew what I had to do. With that settled, GCL told the girls that he would take them both all night and Brooke and I disappeared into our room. GCL will have to supplement this report with his account of what it was lick, 'er… like, doing them both…I understand they came from a very loving family.
My last night in Cuba was spent with my sexy friend, and it rocked. She wanted to be "taken" with no holds barred, and I happily obliged her. When we finally lied down, I was so wired that I hardly slept. I'd unearthed so many primal urges that week, I was flying higher than a kite. There in my arms was a passionate 18 year old hardbody that was still sweating and glistening as she slept. I gotta get back down there soon.
DanishGod