07/06/02 3:00 a.m. I sat in the dark, leaning against the back wall of the office building. I could clearly see inside my car when the interior light went on. MitchC and "Crystal", the pretty 19 year-old blonde we had just met were in the backseat. I watched her pull down her pants, face the front seat and spread her ass cheeks for MitchC. I assumed he needed a visual to achieve a happy ending. I was laughing uncontrollably, and trying to be quiet at the same time. He finished and climbed out of the car, we did the "high 5" as we swapped positions. I climbed in and pulled my pants down to my knees; she grabbed my cock and gave me a delightfully tacky hand job. Afterwards MitchC gleefully made fun of me for calling out "you are an angel" over and over. He hated hearing it, and would have given $100 for earplugs to avoid having to listen. But it was all part of the fantasy for me—a nice girl, doing something so nasty. What does all this have to do with the mongering trip to Cuba I had taken 3 weeks prior? Nothing.
Before I get started on this chronological report I wanted to cover some basics which tend to be common questions or issues brought up in many trip reports I have seen:
1. How do I get there?
You have to fly from the Bahamas, Mexico, Jamaica or Costa Rica. You can book the flights online at http://www.cubalinda.com Then simply book your connecting flights appropriately.
2. Where do I stay?
In Cuba it is difficult to bring girls back to hotels. The best way to go is a casa particular. They are easy to find. Ask some Cuba veterans for recommendations. During my trip I stood outside the Floridita in the heart of downtown Havana and had 3 men approach me in a 10 minute period with offers to rent me their home. So if all else fails—stand outside the Floridita and you will get offers. Some Casas are legal, others are not so before departure write down the name and address of a hotel in Havana because upon check-in at Air Cubana they will ask where you are staying.
3. How do I get around?
I recommend using a driver. Some people like renting a car. Either way, it is not difficult to get around Havana. Renting a car gives you the added flexibility of being able to drive outside the city where I understand there are hitchhikers and ‘bargains' to be found. If you need help finding a driver, contact me or a Cuba veteran for help.
4. Is Cuba Safe?
I never felt in danger while in Cuba. There are uniformed police on every other block. My experience with the Police is that they are courteous and helpful to tourists. They were very helpful to me each time I asked directions.
5. Do looks matter?
The short answer is "No". I personally witnessed DonGringo picking up chicks with no problem. That ought to be clear and compelling evidence.
6. How much will I pay for girls?
As a newbie in Havana I expect you will have to pay $40 for several hours with a girl. I am told outside the city the going rate is half. Also, more experienced guys like Dooshbag who know how to locate the total ‘non-pro' girls can get laid for less.
7. Feelings
I had no feelings for these girls. I am a degenerate monger. Try to stay on track here people.
06/20/02: MitchC and I flew to Nassau to catch a flight to Havana the following day. While boarding for Nassau one of the three young ladies working baggage security asked me to remove my shoes and empty my bag. She held up the quart sized bag containing massage oils, condoms, anal lube and pocket rockets to ask if I was a doctor. I said "no" and could feel my face warm, just like getting into a car on an August afternoon. After satisfying themselves I was "harmless" and without contraband, I was allowed to repack and board.
We arrived in Nassau around 10:00 p.m. and I was waved through customs without delay. We arrived at the hotel at 11:00 p.m. and were greeted by a sign on the reception desk that read "We regret there will be no water between the hours of 11:00 p.m. and 6:00 a.m.". The remaining 15 hours in the Bahamas were downhill. I could go on and on about how miserable my one night in Nassau was...but since I am trying to purge it from my memory I will fast forward to...
06/21/02. 1:00 p.m: MitchC and I nervously entered the terminal to approach the Cubana ticket counter. We knew U.S. authorities were present in the Bahamas and although we were technically on a fully hosted trip (in compliance with the law), we would rather not be the position of having to prove our case. To our horror, we were confronted with 20 or 30 members of a Winter Park Florida Church...all in matching shirts...checking in ahead of us. If that fact alone was not bad enough they were video taping the experience of checking in. Their T Shirts advertised they were on a mission to "spread his word" to Managua, Nicaragua; Sao Paulo, Brazil; Bogota, Colombia; and Havana, Cuba. Hell—we almost converted and joined them since all the locations coincided with our future plans. What a perfect cover for a degenerate monger. Note to self "start a church".
We boarded the Air Cubana flight to Habana on time and immediately introduced ourselves to the attractive stewardess. I wondered if she would be responsive if I asked her for a session in the bathroom. MitchC assured me we would be covered with Chicas hotter than her in a couple of hours. My excitement was building. The air conditioning blew off condensation which filled the cabin with a ghostly fog.
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A little over an hour later (or 2 Cervezas later depending upon how you keep time) we arrived.
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Going through customs you are forced to enter an isolated booth to stand face to face with the Cuban customs officer. Having seen "Midnight Express" I was understandably nervous. I handed him my passport and asked "no stampe, por favor" (do not stamp please) and held my breath for an answer. He slowly looked up and answered (in Spanish), "We do not stamp passports from the United States". Huge relief!
MitchC and I were out of the airport in a matter of minutes and there stood DonGringo with a cigar and a smile so wide he looked like a happy caricature of himself. I introduced MitchC, we bought some beer and we met our driver, Juan. There were two chicas in the van. A beautiful thin brunette and a sexy lighter brown haired girl—both appeared 19 or 20. I have no idea what their names were—but that is not really important is it? I sat across from the brown haired one and MitchC planted himself in between the two. These girls were very cute. I began my entire routine of telling mine how pretty her hair, eyes and lips were and she interrupted me by spreading her legs, pointing at her crotch and saying "papaya bonita!".
I held my Chica's hand, and took in the sights as we drove to our casa.
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Juan whisked us directly to our Casa Particular. We were introduced to Rosita, one of the owners and I was impressed with our accommodations. She and her husband, Ozzy, had spent the past several years renovating the casa. The home was immaculate. It had a separate living room, patio, balcony and 3 bedrooms upstairs.
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("Our casa's upstairs hallway" on the right; next door neighbor's on the left)
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My bedroom.
I took my Chica straight to my room and stripped her of her clothes. She had an awesome body (you can see more photos of her in DonGringo's Cuba report). When I got all her clothes off I was pleasantly surprised to find her clean shaven. I had expected to be deep in the bush in Cuba (only later did I discover DonGringo had gone through the painstaking task of shaving both Chica's before coming to pick MitchC and I up from the airport). I enjoyed eating her smooth pussy, and she gave a very good BBBJ. She had an athletic body—which has always appealed to me. After about an hour I was finished with mine. I paid her $40. MitchC was still in his room and DG was gone. I left my Chica there to wait on her friend and went for a walk alone.
Around 6:00 p.m. I returned to the casa and Juan (our driver), DG and MitchC were there waiting on me. We decided to patrol the Malecon in the van for chicas. We stopped briefly to eat at a restaurant near LaRampa. When we returned to the van, a very cute dark skinned girl approached and just got in. She was probably a 6.5 on my very stringent 1 to 10 scale--not hot enough for me to hook up with (yet), but cute enough to let her ride along. We drove the Malecon "window shopping" for the girl of our dreams for 15 or 20 minutes then stopped by a local Jazz Club and the chica accompanied us. Unescorted girls are not allowed in clubs in Havana so as we approached the club another chica jumped out of a car and filed in beside us in order to gain admission. We entered the club and the cover charge was $10. We declined to pay and walked out but the chicas stayed—obviously happy to have been allowed access to the club where they had the opportunity to meet an American or European man.
We continued to drive for approximately 30 minutes and it appeared nearly impossible to find 3 chicas acceptable to all three of us. I sensed DG was annoyed with MitchC and I. DG proposed we split up. He would take the rental car by himself to pick up girls. It was 10:00 pm and we decide to meet back up at the casa at 1:00 a.m.
MitchC and I asked Juan to drive us back to LaRampa where there are many bars, discos and people. Juan dropped us off and we walked only half a block when a boy about 11 years old approached me to inquire if I wanted a "Chico"? (a man). I tell him, "No!, una chica!" (woman). He walked away, and in less than 20 seconds returned with a beautiful girl in tow. She smiled and walked straight past me making eye contact. I turned to follow and heard police whistles blow behind us. They were not directed at us, but served as a reminder to be careful. (The police are suspicious anytime they see a Cubana talking to a Gringo). She walked 50 feet down the block and sat on some steps. Her friend grabbed MitchC's arm and they followed. My girl's name was Kattia. She was dark skinned and had a cute smile. She spoke zero English (which I prefer). I took her back to the casa with plans to meet MitchC at 1:00 a.m.
Kattia and I went back to the Casa and I sent our driver Juan home for the night. I had no key so had to knock for 10 minutes before being let in. A fellow I had never seen let us in, then locked the door and fell onto the couch to sleep.
Kattia was a fun girl. She had perfect D cup breasts and showed no signs of having ever been pregnant. Great BBBJ, and she was nicely trimmed below (two for two on the shaved pussies). After a couple of hours—I was done with the session but was still enjoying Kattia's company. She was funny and had a contagious smile. I took her number and asked her to come back the following night and to bring a friend. At 12:50 a.m. I led her downstairs and kissed her goodbye. I stood in the doorway long enough to see her turn the corner and then I began walking towards the Malecon just as a taxi arrived. It was MitchC, returning from the clubs with an awesome looking mulatto. He had been drinking and to this day he has no recollection of her. Anyway, at exactly the moment MitchC and his girl were getting out of their taxi, another vehicle pulled up. It was DG—with TWO chicas in the backseat. I took both of DG's Chicas by the arms and headed into the casa with DG on my heels!
Inside the Casa we decided to take some photos of the two sisters, Yaimi (the oldest) and Adriana.
DG and I were having a great time doing the photos of the girls. It became obvious we would both want the same girl (MitchC was in the other room with his girl but kept poking his head in the door of DG's room to declare Adriana was the most beautiful girl in THE WORLD. Although I was drinking a lot of beer I recall offering DG, $100 and all my future earnings if he would let me take Adriana. Unfortunately for me, he had his wits about him and simply laughed in my face.
Instead, I took Yaimi back to my room and I was glad I did. Yaimi spoke some English, and was a sweet girl. Adriana came across as rather cold. I was not surprised since she was so beautiful and even though she lives in one of the poorest countries in the world—beauty is universal. I believe she has always gotten everything she wanted as a result of her looks. For sure—on the nights she was with us she had two Gringos who were willing to do her bidding. Yaimi on the other hand did not have the same attributes as her sister...but she was pretty in a girl next door sort of way, had a great attitude, and a happy disposition. Yaimi made me feel lucky to have spent time with her. She gave a great blow job, had nice large breasts, but did have some stretch marks from having reproduced. She also had a tattoo on her low back, which I found sexy. When we were done she asked for $40 and I gladly paid.
At around 4 a.m. DG, Yaimi, Adriana and I meet out in the sitting area of our casa. I was understandably interested in hooking up with Adriana so I made arrangements for us to pick them up the following evening at 6:00 p.m. They said they would be ready, and I promise to send our driver. I went to bed having just wrapped up my first day in Cuba.
On Saturday 06/22/02 I woke up at around 8:00 a.m. Casa owners Rosita and Ozzy prepared breakfast for DG and me. MitchC slept. We had eggs, bacon, juice and coffee.
After Breakfast, DG and I decide to take a ride to old Havana We parked and walked to the Floridita (made famous as one of Ernest Hemingway's favorite bars in Havana. At 10:50 a.m. we were standing outside the Floridita waiting for 11:00 a.m.
Promptly at 11:00 a.m. the doors opened. DG and I filed in and immediately saw Hemingway's bar stool permanently roped off. There were photos of him speaking with Fidel Castro and another of his granddaughter Mariel Hemingway sitting on the same stool. After an hour or so, DG and I decided to go back to the Casa to check on MitchC. We arrived and Mitch was ready to go. His first choice was ....(drum roll please...) to visit the Floridita. We decided to go back for one drink.
While relaxing with another drink at the Floridita, DG mentioned a Cubano he met several days prior named Willy. Willy promised to have 3 "beautiful Chicas" available for us at 3 p.m. He would be in the vicinity of Miramar so we left the bar, loaded into the van and went to see "Willy". We arrive and he was there waiting. He told us to pull over and wait while he got our Chicas. While waiting I took a couple of photos from the van.
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Two pigs—one a dog.
After 15 minutes we emptied our beers and became restless. We decided to drive away if no sign of girls in five minutes. Four minutes later, they emerged. A blonde and a brunette walked up the sidewalk across the street from our van. They walked to the corner to wait to be picked up. They had taken care to dress well and were made up to look their best for us. The brunette was pretty enough to come with us—but only marginally so. The blonde had a pretty face, and was tall but made the mistake of wearing a belly shirt with a little TOO much belly. I told Willy we were not interested, gave him $10 and told him goodbye. The Chicas did not know what was happening—I assumed they expected to get in the van and go with us. We told Juan to drive and we all squirmed while we approached the corner where the girls stood waiting. We approached in what felt like slow motion. As we rolled past them and it became obvious to them they were being rejected I got a sinking feeling in my abdomen, like when riding a rollercoaster or when an airplane drops due to turbulence. (I regret I do not have photos of the Chicas to supplement this report, but I was not fast enough with my camera and it was a very tense moment). We all began to laugh about it to make the discomfort we all felt go away. The tension eased as we drove back to the Malecon to look for...more girls.
A few minutes later we were back in the middle of the action—cruising the Malecon. We approach three beauties waiting to cross the street and MitchC and I shouted "Stop! Stop!" but Juan apparently did not hear us and we kept driving. MitchC and I were laughing uncontrollably because of our frustration. Eventually, a tall, thin dark skinned beauty smiled at us and joined us in the van (to see photos of her, refer to the "Bush" series posted by MitchC). She sat across from MitchC, eventually moving over beside him. He was undecided about whether she could stay until she started rubbing his crotch and he decided he would keep her. We drove for a few more minutes then went back to the Casa to make some telephone calls. When we got back I telephoned Yaimi and asked if we could come right over and pick her and her sister up. She said they would be ready in an hour.
Juan and I went to retrieve the girls at 4:30 p.m. MitchC was firmly ensconced in his bedroom with his girl, and DG was making preparations for the evening's party at the casa. At 5:00 p.m. I was back at the casa with the sisters. We had invited 6 or 7 girls over and had asked the casa owners to put several cases of beer on ice and they had set up the stereo for us.
I had not had sex that day—and more importantly I had not banged Adriana yet. Furthermore, if I did not get a nut soon there was danger that DG and I could fight and pulverize one another. So in the interests of our safety I took Adriana directly to my room. She was an enjoyable time mostly because of her beauty...but also because she was very vocal and began screaming (a huge turn on). She was very tight and it took some time and care to fully penetrate her. Once in I did her doggie, missionary, and every position I could think of. I still have an image of her riding me and those gorgeous tits bouncing up and down. I finished in the missionary position and collapsed on top of her. We were both sweaty and gasping for breath. She kissed me on the cheek and said in Spanish, "your crazy!" (ummm....no news there right?)
Afterwards, she said she wanted to spend the night with me. I told her that was perfect because DG wanted Yaimi to spend the night with him.
At 6:00 p.m. two chicas arrived at the casa—Kattia and a friend (a willowy blonde, with short hair). DG took Kattia to the balcony and took photos of her.
During the photo shoot our guide Jay dropped by, as did Dooshbag. Jay and Doosh were both hilarious, and a lot of fun to hang out with. DG's "Brooke Shields" look alike came by the casa and the girls all got into dancing for us (DG had brought a Jennifer Lopez CD which was a big hit). As the evening wore on, DG decided he wanted to spend the night with Brooke Shields and wanted to know if I would mind taking BOTH sisters! On the surface I reluctantly agreed while on the inside I was doing backflips. I had not felt such excitement since the first time walking into the Blue Marlin in Costa Rica as a newbie.
I explained things to Yaimi and Adriana and they were initially angry with DG. I spent some time convincing them the reason was that I wanted them both—not because DG did not want Yaimi. They both seemed happy and we spent some time in the living room drinking beer and watching DG's video of the dance party (see DG's video submissions in the multimedia section).
At approximately 2 a.m. Doosh and MitchC left to go out on the town. DG took "Brooke" to his room and I took the sisters to mine. I immediately realized I was in for a challenge as I only had a double bed (small for 3 people). I brushed my teeth and flossed. The girls did not know what I was doing...and I realized they were puzzled by the dental floss. I gave them some and showed them how to us it. Moments such as that made me realize just how far Cuba really is from Florida.
Yaimi then turned down the lights in the room, leaving on the bathroom light. I stripped and hopped into bed, and they both joined me. I undressed them both while they fondled me to attention. I laid down onto my back and the sisters sat on both sides of me and took turns licking and sucking me. While they did this I played with both their clits and they were both extremely wet. They put a condom on me and Yaimi straddled me and sat on top of my cock—eased it inside and started to slowly ride it. I positioned Adriana over my face so I could have access to her pussy with my mouth.
After several minutes, Yaimi stood up, went to the bathroom and turned out the light. She then came back to bed and got back on top of me—easing herself onto my cock. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust but there was a soft light, similar moonlight, coming into the room around the shutters. Yaimi got back on top of me. I looked up to see the soft glow of light frame the silhouette of her head and shoulders. The look was as if I was in the tunnel of light—and she was an angel.
Yaimi leaned over her sister and bent down to kiss me. I stopped licking Adriana to stretch my head to meet her lips. We kissed just inches from Adriana's pussy. When we broke our kiss Yaimi began licking her sister! I began to lick her too—I was licking her clit and Yaimi's tongue met mine at the wet opening to Adriana's pussy.
Our threeway continued next hour or two with each sister going down on each other, and me doing them both. We switched off into several positions, and the night ended with the sisters by grinding their crotches into one another and both having very vocal orgasms. We lay there together sweating and gasping for breath before drifting to sleep with Yaimi's head on my left shoulder and Adriana's on my right.
The next morning I woke up and immediately realized it was my last day. I had mixed emotions about leaving that place—knowing the fun would end in a few hours time. Yaimi and I had sex again while Adriana showered. Then we all went down to have breakfast together. At 9:00 a.m. MitchC and DG emerged. I waited on the couch with the sisters while they got ready.
At around 10:00 a.m. the girls left. I sent them away with all my remaining candy and goodies. They also took a people magazine and the latest edition of Maxim.
Several hours remained before we had to leave for the airport. We had a case of beer left so I popped the top on a Cristal. DG, MitchC and I decided to take a ride in the rental car before we had to turn it in at 1:00 p.m. I climbed in the backseat and off we went. We were drinking, laughing and at one point driving the wrong way down a one way street. The Police immediately recognized us as gringos and simply waved for us to turn around. We stopped for lunch, and made a drive through Chinatown and Old Havana for one last look. At 1:00 p.m. we returned the rental car. The car agency fellow drove us to the airport. My sides were hurting from all the laughter.
Prologue
For the first couple of weeks back, Cuba occupied my mind. Although I had experienced greater quantity of girls in other locations—the quality of the Cuba experience was extremely high. The bar had definitely been raised. Cuba had been my most fun trip to date. I do not know if I will have an opportunity to return or not, but I will never forget the experience.