I WISH I PLAYED HEADS AND TAILS WITH TESS

The meaning of the name Tess is Harvester.

The origin of the name Tess is English.

Other variations: Diminutive form of Theresa.  

I had a girl friend I call Tess

Who had sex in-groups of three, nothing less

And it didn't matter who Cause boys or girls will do

I liked her three cheeses, I confess  

Colby, Jack and Swiss started our next course

Who both took turns riding on my horse

When I busted a nut Deep inside Tess's gut

Then Kim licked it up, from a new source  

Other sandwich shops try to sell you their cookie cutter version of a three-cheese sandwich. Most of which are only served cold and made with American, Provolone and Swiss cheese, because they are their the most popular.

We will make and sell you that sandwich too, but our version is simply called the Three Continents. You can select that one or any other one of our specialty hand other crafted three cheese sandwiches. Or if you’re feeling a bit creative, invent your own three-cheese combination. And if we like it, we'll add it to our menu for others to enjoy as well.

Try ours grilled, either Light cooked with (margarine) or Heavy cooked in (butter) open face style. Once the bread is golden brown and cheese starts to melt, we assemble and plate your sandwich. And if you like, we'll even top it with one of our standard LOT packages.

If you want your sandwich to squeal a bit, we'll be more then happy to add three strips of our oven cooked bacon strips for you. Just tell us to Pork it Up for you. Or if you prefer our oven cooked turkey bacon instead, just ask us to Fowl it Up instead. Of course, there's a small up charge for this too.

Our classic three-cheese sandwich is a combination of three different cheeses melted between two slices of bread. Since this is an X-Rated Sandwich Shop, we had to divide the cheeses up into boys and girls. And since we didn’t want to exclude those who have an alternative lifestyle, we even added a few alternative lifestyle cheeses too.

Not only does this put an additional spin on the sandwich combo's. But it also allows your mind to stroll down the dark path and maybe even dream a little bit too. First let's look at how we split the cheeses up into the battle of the sexes.

Then we'll look at each individual cheese one at a time. And lastly, we'll cover some specialty sandwiches I think you'll love. Try them all or experiment with one of your own. And if we like it, we’ll add it to our menu with your name.  

White, Wheat, Rye, Pumpernickel, Sourdough, Whole Grain or Multi Grain. On flat bread, Pita, Baguette, Panini, Chabata or wraps (Plain or Whole Wheat). On a Sub roll (round or long) or Surprise Me, and let us pick out the bread for your Three Cheese Sandwich.  

Fresh – Slowly blended egg whites and EVOO create fresh Homemade Mayonnaise. 

Mayo – Hellmann's Real Mayonnaise.

Real – Kraft Real Mayonnaise.

Whip – Miracle Whip Salad Dressing.

No Fat – Hellmann's Fat Free Mayonnaise.

Free – Kraft Fat Free 1,000 Island Salad Dressing.

Yellow – French’s Yellow Mustard.

Brown – Gulden’s Spicy Brown Mustard.

Dijon – Grey Poupon Dijon Mustard.

Horse – Heinz Premium Horseradish Sauce.

Oil – EVOO (Extra Virgin Olive Oil) mixed with both Red and White Wine Vinegar.

Munster, Provolone, and Gouda all explode in your mouth and coat you palette with their rich and creamy goodness.  

Colby and Pepper are at it again when they try to have their way with poor Baby Swiss. Try this one grilled and see just how deep the jack brothers can penetrate all of Baby Swiss’s holes, if any at all.  

American, Provolone and Swiss take you on a walk with the early Cro-Magnon’s in Pangea. And take your taste buds on a stroll to savor each distinct and robust flavor as they melt in your mouth and reform the continental land bridge across your palette.

Is crumbly dry Feta salty and tangy enough to act as the Panama Canal? Or will she simply fade away and let southern yellow American continue to invade white America to the north. Or will she hold her own and keep the two America's at bay. Try this sandwich and you decide.  

All seventeen cheeses finally come together to literally take your breath away. First you'll need to choose five slices of bread in order for this sandwich to happen or even work, because it simply oozes cheese.

We stack four different cheeses onto the first four slices of bread before finally topping it with the last slice of cheese and bread.

Try this one grilled with or without one of our Standard Finishers, because it's to die for!  

This is where you can let your creative juices run amok. Just pick your three breads and three cheeses and don’t forget to tell us to Pork it Up or Fowl it Up for you too.

Then pick a Standard Finishers and we’ll do the rest.   Now all you need to do is sit back, relax and enjoy your custom built sandwich. Can't decide what to have?

Try our Munster, Cheddar and Gouda Cheese Club Sandwich on whole wheat, which is always available and on stand by, just waiting for you to take that very first bite.  

Lady Blue and Baby Swiss join forces in an attempt to stifle Pepper jacks heat and passion. Can they succeed or will Pepper Jack just kick in the afterburners on these two unsuspecting ladies. Try this sandwich and see just who extinguishes whom. 

The LOT Finisher

Which includes (Lettuce – a special blend of iceberg and romaine, with slices red and white Onions plus green scallions, along with hearty slices of beefsteak Tomato’s.

The STOP Finisher

Which offers (Spinach, hearty slices of beefsteak Tomato’s, with slices of red and white Onions plus green scallions along with Pepper rings  cut from red, green, orange and yellow bell peppers).

The PLOTS Finisher

That combines both the LOT and STOP finishers without double tomato's and onions. But still includes (Pepper rings cut from red, green, orange and yellow bell peppers, Lettuce – a special blend of iceberg and romaine, with slices of red and white Onions plus green scallions, along with hearty slices of beefsteak Tomato’s and Spinach).

Unless of course you want us to add double onions and tomatoes to your Three Cheese Sandwich. If so, then just ask us for the STOP/LOT finisher instead.

SThen with a trip to our extra item bar for any additional items that will make your sandwich a true masterpiece. Here's where you decide what additional items that you want to go with your Three Cheese Sandwich.

 
At your request, we'll toss in a teaspoon of each ingredient you choose into your favorite spread. You can select just one item or each and every item we have listed below, as the potential combinations are endless.

I liked to have my Three Cheese Sandwiches all melted together with Mayo just like Tess, Kimberly and I were that magical weekend.   

Sweet Pickle Relish, Dill or India Pickle Relish, Celery, Onions (red, green and white), Tomatoes, Bell Peppers (red, green, orange and yellow) Olives (black and green), Jalapeno and Roasted Peppers. 

Then if you want to give your Three Cheese Sandwich some added kick. Just ask us to add some of our Homemade Three Pepper Paste or 3-P to your favorite spread.

If you tell us Turn up the Heat, we’ll mix in one teaspoon. But if you tell us to Set it on Fire, we’ll mix in two teaspoons. Or if you want us to Make it Burn Baby, we’ll mix in three teaspoons.  

Wearing latex gloves we remove the stems on five or six dried Chipole and Habanro peppers.

Then we slice each pepper and under cold running water to remove the seeds and membrane. And after all the peppers have been rinsed and cleaned, we cook them over a low heat in four cups of water. While their cooking, we cut the stems and tips off five or six Jalapeño peppers, which is the third pepper in our homemade paste. Next we slice and rinse the center portion of the Jalapeños and finely chop them for the additional item bar. Once we remove the meat from around the stem and toss it in the pot with the tips. Now we dice up about a half-cup of each red and yellow onion’s and green and red bell peppers.

When the peppers are done cooking and cooled, we place them in the blender with the onions, bell peppers, and the crushed cloves of a whole garlic bulb with a tablespoon of each of the following ingredients. Paprika, cumin, salt and course ground black pepper.

Lastly using some of the water we cooked the peppers in, we add it in slowly to our blended mix. As we're looking for the consistency of oatmeal and the ability to stick to an upturned spoon without falling off.

Once we achieve this, it's off to the fridge in a covered bowl. Where it will last about a week or until it's needed to add some extra heat to you’re favorite spread on any of our sandwiches.  

After over hearing one of Iris's telephone calls, I started making plans to get away from her.

Looking for Tori at the strip club, but it was her day off. So I met and went home with Tess . 

At the strip club I left her hanging with my first sex story, so I spiced it up with my second one.    

After promising to keep my eyes closed. I starting having second thoughts, until she kissed me. 

Tess's alter ego, sister or mother weren't there. But when I opened my eyes, I saw Kimberly.

Old school it's called a threesome or a Menage a trois, but some use the term a love triangle.     

Then on my way up to Great  Lakes and since I was way overdue for an adventure, I decided to pretend that Helen was with me this time. And that we were going to turn this little drive into a multi-state a shoe store flashing tour. Plus I would have gladly hung out naked in all the ladies rooms in all the strip malls, along with all the mom and pop shoe stores between Norfolk Virginia and North   Chicago Illinois, while Helen flashed her bald beaver.

Just think I had thirty days to kill before classes started and if Helen was actually with me. We could have used all thirty of those days and truly made this trip one for the record books. Guinness Book of World Records, you’re lucky because you really dodged a bullet here. Because with what I accidentally discovered out there. Helen flashing her bald beaver in shoe stores would have been just the tip of the iceberg if her exploits actually got published in your book.

And I would have upped my game too, by occasionally jerking off with the stall door open. Just like I did in the boy’s room near Miss Robinson’s classroom, plus if I was horny enough. And had the balls to do so, I would have also jerked off on the main part of the ladies room. Or simply walk out into the mall itself, with my cock in hand.

Since my little solo adventure only took six days to complete. I only stopped at mega malls, chain stores and strip malls in major cities. But if Helen was actually with me and because we had plenty of time to kill during our trip. We could have easily added every shoe store in all the one traffic light and whistle stops along the way too. As it was, I had almost 50 stores cataloged, during my solo adventure.

And if I ever ran into Helen again, I was going to shove that catalog straight down her throat. Just to show her what she missed out on when she kicked me to the curb back in 1982. And out of all those stores, Helen could have given twice that number of salesmen a real life no-shitter to tell the new shoe store salesmen that followed them.

You will be able to read more about my six day shoe store adventures in Tori's book since she was the woman I was actually traveling to see in Chicago. But I will give you a little heads up on some of the stories you have to look forward to reading about.

In Baltimore Maryland, I saw an older woman with a much younger one working like a well-oiled machine by tag teaming this poor young salesman. They had him down on his hands and knees and caught between them. While they both kept flashing him with beaver shot after beaver shot for a good fifteen minutes or so. I mean the poor kids eyes were constantly glued to one of their snatches.

Then every time one of the ladies spoke, the salesman would swivel around on the floor, just to stare at the speakers very exposed cunt. And I could easily see Helen doing this with one or all of our daughters when they came of age. As Helen was slowly nurturing and training them over the years that followed, in the fine art of both deliberately and discreetly flashing their gashes in public places.

Then in South   Bend Indiana, I discovered a pair of young ladies who could have easily been sisters working this older salesman. They had him rushing back and forth to the stock room so many times to get more shoes for them to try on. I thought he was going to have a heart attack right there in the store.

Finally they had him so exhausted, he actually had to sit down and rest. Then after one last snatch shot from each of them, both girls kissed him on the cheek and they just left him sitting there. Again, I could easily picture our daughters plying their mother’s craft like that and tag teaming someone too.

Meanwhile, back to meeting Tess. I was actually looking for Tori when I walked back into the club up in Kenosha Wisconsin. But my human pretzel wasn't dancing that night and that brief thought about a pretzel made me think of Gwen. As she slowly ate the remainder of a pretzel that was wrapped up in her purse most of day, right off my swollen shaft in our apartment.

And just that momentary thought was all my big brain needed to open up my heart valves and send fresh blood rushing down to my groin. Then within a few more heartbeats my cock was rock hard. And just like the many times before this one, it was pointing in the wrong dam direction.

So if there's one good thing you can say about strip clubs, it's that there mostly dark inside. So under the cover of that darkness, I reached down into my jeans and gave George a very quick and much needed adjustment. Then as I started to remove hand from my jeans, this young woman suddenly showed up. And as she sat down at my table, she introduced herself, by asking. “Hello, my name is Teresa or Tess. What’s yours?”

At first I was taken aback a bit because in the dim light, Tess was absolutely gorgeous. A solid eight or nine in the looks department, and what I would consider being way out of my league. But I quickly replied. “Hello Tess, my name is Larry and it’s nice to meet you.”

And to top it all off, she didn't smell anyway near as bad as the last stunning woman that I had the distinct pleasure of sticking my dick in. Because at the end of the day, I still consider myself to be at least a five or six in the looks department. So that puts ladies who fall between three and seven in my strike zone.

But least with Lynn anyway, she was nine under her odorous exterior. It was just too bad that an upcoming deployment was looming on the radar. Because I was perfectly willing to make a few more trips carrying Lynn's baggage as I helped her get over being abused by her last boyfriend Howard, except I just ran out of time.

Now here with Tess less then three feet away from me and on the opposite side of the table, I quickly began to wonder how just much baggage she had. Don't get me wrong. I know that everyone has baggage with him or her these days, even me. And it's up to each individual to decide just how many trips they're willing to make.

And at first I wasn’t even sure if I was willing to make one trip. But during our conversation, both George and I quickly warmed up to Tess’s lovely charms. Tess had short curly brown hair that ended between her jawbone and shoulders with matching brown sensuous eyes.

She looked to be about five-foot six-inches tall with small breasts about the size of a kiwi. At least they looked that way, but it was hard to be sure because it was dark and the blouse she was wearing.

Tess also looked to be about 120 pounds soaking wet, but again it was hard to be sure by the way she was dressed. And just to be fair to my new acquaintance, Tess and I sat there talking for couple of hours as we both got to know each other a little bit better.

Tess and I first talked about life, love and happiness before we started playing a game that I invented and called The Game of Lasts. In this game you could ask any question you wanted too, just as long as it had the word last in it. Like, what did you do last night, last week, last year, last Tuesday, etc. Or when was the last time you ate, slept, fucked or gave a blowjob to a stranger, etc.

And in this game, there were only three simple rules. Rule #1 was that your partner had to finish the sentence and answer it truthfully. Rule #2 was that you partner couldn't ask the same question they were asked in the same round. And rule #3 was that everything was on the table and in play, because there were no off limit or out of bound topics.

Now that the games guidelines were out of the way and when the waitress Nicole swung by. I ordered Tess and myself a round of drinks before we started playing. Nicole had straight blonde hair that ended as it reached the sharp points of her orange sized tits. She had emerald green eyes and was about five feet five inches or so tall and looked to weigh right around 125 to 135 pounds. And I had a gin and tonic while Tess had a cape cod and once the waitress Nicole left, I asked. “Are you ready to start playing now?” 

After Tess quickly said yes, I started out with a softball question. Because I didn't want to scare away a potential new sexual partner’s right out of the gate, so I asked. “What did you do last night?”

But when Tess giggled as she answered. “I picked up a guy in a bar and took him home with me.”

Both of my ears and George perked right up. George of the Jungle is the new nickname that I gave my pecker after he tamed and survived the jungle growing between Iris's legs. And within a couple of heartbeats, both George and my blood pressure continued to rise.

Since it was Tess's turn now, she asked. “So Larry, what did you do last week?”

Not wanting to give away too much information too soon, I simply replied. “I left Virginia and started driving up here to Great Lakes for school.”

And when it was my turn to ask a question again, I asked. “Tess, what were you doing this time last month?”

Then after Tess took a long sip of her cape cod and looked at her watch. Tess giggled again and said. “Most likely I was swapping spit with two guys.”

And I found Tess's answer very interesting, while George found it both intriguing and alluring. Because my dick started to grow a little bit longer, a little bit wider and a whole lot harder inside the jeans I wore. And that extra growth spurt started almost as soon as Tess finished answering.

Plus I found it interesting that Tess might have hooked up with two different guys in the very same night. And that maybe the first one just fucked her and left her hanging. Or that she was so very close to an orgasm, and she needed a second man to take her over the edge.

But it also could have meant that Tess was either a hooker or a very sexual charged young woman. But George on the other hand found it both exciting and very interesting that Tess might have been with two men at the same time. This could also mean that a very enchanting evening with Tess was quite possible and it could happen tonight.

Now it was Tess's turn, and she quickly asked. “So Larry, when was the last time you kissed a girl?” 

And because I wanted to remain the international man of mystery that I was pretending to be, I took another hit off my gin and tonic and slowly stood up. Then I walked over to Tess as if was about to whisper sweet nothings in her ear. But instead, I lightly kissed her on the cheek. And when I sat back down, I quickly answered. “Just A few seconds ago.”

Giggling again, Tess downed the rest of her drink and said. “At least you’re not bashful or shy. I like that in a man.”

Giggling now myself, I said on the inside. “Tess, if you only knew the truth.”

But on the outside, I very calmly responded with. “A lady who’s open and honest, I like that.”

And since it was my turn to ask a question, I finished my drink and went straight for the double bull’s eye when I asked. “So Tess, what's a beautiful young lady like yourself doing in a place like this on a Saturday afternoon? Since a strip club is the last place on earth that I would expect to find a perfect ten.”

Laughing now, Tess simply said. “I'm 23 and far from a lady or perfect. And I'm just out looking for a friend. But you looked like you could use a friend more then I did. So Larry, can we at least be friends?”

After Nicole came by a second time, I ordered Tess and myself another round. And before Nicole left, I quickly replied. “Sure, I could always use another friend.”

Then after she was gone, Tess put her hands over mine and said. “Now that we’re friends, maybe we could help each other out. And although I really like your little game, and I think it's cute. Plus I would like to use it myself one day, but right now. I need to ask you a pretty blunt question. And if you’re not ready to play a grown up version of your game, I will understand.”

But within a single heartbeat, I very quickly replied. “I’m ready if you are?”

So now with the gauntlet thrown down, Tess asked. “When was the last time you made love to a woman?”

Thinking about it for a minute or two, I instantly thought about Ashley and how she was the last woman that I can honestly say that I made love to. Because ever since I overheard the infamous phone call, you know the one with Iris talking to Cari. 

And the call that basically ended it all between me and Iris, plus that call totally changed my life forever. And from that day on, it was all about me and I was just fucking Iris instead of making love to her.

Plus it was right after the fifth and final week that Iris let me and Ashley have sex with each other. And it was also just before the two weeks that Iris, Ashley, Jimmy and I all partnered up and played together as couples.

After I swallowed hard, I quickly asked back. “Does fucking someone count?”

Giggling again, Tess countered with. “Is there a difference?”

And I simply replied. “Yes there is. Because when you’re just fucking somebody, it's all about pleasing yourself. But when you’re making love to your partner, it's all about pleasing them first and then you second.” 

Tess after taking a long sip of her second cape cod and looking very inquisitive simply asked. “So Larry, how would that work?”

After swallowing hard for the third time, I said. “Pretend that you and I were hooking up tonight.”

Tess quickly cut in by saying. “I like where this is going so far.”

Then after clearing my throat, I continued with. “And I was just fucking you. Once I busted a nut, I'm done. That's fucking. And if you managed to get off too, then it was just some great fucking.”

When Tess finished downing the rest of her drink, she asked. “And you would just leave me hanging like that, even if I was close or right on the edge?”

And once I finished taking a sip of my gin and tonic, I very politely said. “Yep, that's what fucking is all about. It’s you getting yours and your partner gets nothing in return.”

Tess now playing with her empty glass said. “That's no fun.”

And when I asked Tess, “Would you like another drink?”

She just giggled and quickly replied. “Yes Larry, I would. I thought that you were going to leave me hanging again.”

Laughing back at her I said in my defense, as I flagged down a waitress. “I never left you hanging before.”

Then Tess after giving her empty glass to Nicole huffed and said. “Yes you did. When we pretend hooked up tonight. You pretend fucked me and pretend left me hanging. And I was so close to an orgasm too, so very close.”

As Tess and I walked out of the club, my blood filled and rock hard cock made his presence known with each and every step I took. Then just before we reached my van, I asked. “Will we be taking your car or my van here?”

As I pointed to my bright orange neon sign shaped like a Ford E100 Econoline van. Tess giggling said. “I don't have a car, so I guess we'll have to take yours.”

Quickly doing the math, I came up with quite a conundrum. An extremely good-looking girl is at a strip club with no sign of transportation. Or maybe she's lying and has a car here, but is too ashamed of its appearance. But what's the harm in pointing to the most expensive looking car in the lot and saying. “That's mine over there. But I'd rather not drive, so can we take yours?”

With that, there was no crime and no foul. But on the other hand, Tess might have already been in the club when I arrived and was in the powder room. Because with my Helen and Lilly training, there was no way in hell that I would have missed a hot piece of tail like hers when I first scanned the place.

OK, I guess it was also plausible that a friend who failed to come back and pick her up might have just dropped Tess off at the club too. Or on the other hand, Tess might have just taken some sort of mass transportation close by and walked the rest of the way here.

But for all I knew mainly because I didn't ask, Tess might have just taken a cab to get here. Or she could have just gotten off work and Tess was a stripper here.

Man, this chick was far more mysterious then I started out being. Then as I unlocked and opened the passenger side door for her, Tess quickly looked at her watch again before climbing in. Talk about being parodied.

I actually began to think that Tess and someone else, a boyfriend perhaps, were going to try and bump me off. And this was either going to happen at or right before we got to Tess's place. As I climbed in my van, I tried to block out those negative thoughts and just concentrate on banging the hell out of her.

But it was way too little and too late. Because my boner was long gone, along with all the pressure against my jeans that came with it. Then after buckling my seatbelt, I said. “Buckle up.”

And I guess at first Tess didn't understand or just wasn't used to the idea of wearing a seatbelt. Because she didn't move or even attempt to put it on. But after waiting a few extra minutes for my simple request to sink in, which it didn't by the way, so I just said. “Tess dear, could you please buckle up or were not going anywhere.”

This time Tess gave me the dreaded blank stare. a.k.a. deer in headlights look, and asked. “Why?”

So with the patience of mother who had two-year-old twins and the calmness of a frozen lake, I simply replied. “Because there are a lot of drunks out on the road today and I don't want to hit any of them. But if I do, I would like you to stay in the van with me until the police or the fire department arrive.”

Then looking deeply into Tess’s light brown eyes, I finished by saying. “And if were both buckled in, I could hold your hand if you get scared. But if I'm buckled in and your not, I could be stuck in here all by myself without your lovely company. Or the worst part is, you could be stuck in a ditch out there somewhere with no one to keep you company either. Plus you will miss the warmth of the heater and some soft music to listen too. Then to make matters even worse, I might not be close enough to hold your hand if you were scared, or needed me to. That is, if you wanted me too.”

Tess quickly leaned over and kissed me on the cheek before saying. “Larry, that's the nicest thing that anyone has ever said to me. And I will put my seat belt on right now if you promise to hold my hand until we get to my place.”

Moving Tess's now trapped hand up to my lips, so I could lightly kiss the back of it I said. “Tess dear, I would hold your hand or anything else you ask me to hold all night long, if it would make you more comfortable and feel safe.”

Tess just giggled, and replied. “Too bad you’re not an octopus, because I could make a list.”

Laughing back, at Tess comment, I simply replied. “If you make that list, be careful what you wish for. Because you just might get it all, and more than you can handle.”

Tess, adding her laughter to mine quickly said. “I certainly hope so, but it might be a long list.”

Still laughing, I snapped back. “Dear, I don't mind a good workout session, because a little cardio is good for your health, as long as there's also a brief cool down period in between sets.”

Giggling again, Tess shot back. “I can guarantee you plenty of sets, but the cool down period between them is very optional. That is, if we let you have one at all.”

Again thinking to myself, “Oh shit, she used that dreaded word we again. I know that I'm going to get rolled or at least mugged up here in Wisconsin. And my only saving grace is that I already checked into the school, so at least someone knows I'm here.”

Gently squeezing Tess’s hand, I continued thinking to myself. “And when my naked frozen body finally washes up on shore during the spring thaw. Hopefully someone would put two and two together. Now as to linking a missing person in North Chicago to a body found across the border in Wisconsin, that's another matter altogether. If not, I would just be considered just another navy deserter who took half of his thirty thousand-dollar reenlistment bonus and fled the county with it. But if Tess and her accomplice were smart and weighed my body down properly, my cold dead corpse just might never turn up again.”

As I let a low sigh escape my lips, I thought. “Well, at least my bright orange E100 fingerprint will be a whole lot harder to hide then my poor lifeless body will be.”

But as Tess quickly turned and started to stare at me for making that funny noise, I just said. “I just hope that I don't pass out on you and your sister tonight, because I forgot to eat my Wheaties this morning.”

Tess still laughing said. “Don't worry; we won't let you pass out on us, at least not tonight anyway.”

Trying to be as polite as I could under the circumstances, I simply replied. “Thank you very much, I would appreciate that.”

While on the inside I was screaming at the top of my lungs. “Oh great, now their going to tie me up, beat me and then torture me. Before they kill me and toss my naked lifeless corpse into the fucking lake.”

Also during the drive to Tess's place, I could say one thing about all the drama and suspense. I had completely forgotten about the boner that I was sporting in the club and exactly how close I came to jerking off in one of the stalls in the men’s room. Then I quickly remembered Tess's question that made my chin almost hit the table. “But what if there were two of me?”

And just thinking about that again, quickly turned my brains into scrambled eggs or complete mush. Then a cold chill ran down my spine as Tess pointed out the driver’s side window and said. “That's my place over there. You can park anywhere you like, because there's no assigned parking.”

Being polite again, I simply smiled and said. “Thanks.”

But on the inside I was screaming like Shelley Duvall in the movie The Shining. Because she knew her goose was going to be cooked once Jack Nicholson smashed the door in with a fire ax, and yelled. “Daddy's home.”

But at least in my current case, I wasn't snowed in by a sudden blizzard and Tess wasn’t shouting. “Tess's Home either.”

The parking lot to Tess's apartment complex was pretty good sized, with a dozen or so cars already parked. Plus enough empty spaces to park another dozen or so before running out of empty spaces. Just by looking at the size of Tess's complex, I guessed that it had between twenty and thirty apartments in it. And because they were all two-story buildings, I also guessed that each rental space was a single story vice having an upstairs and a downstairs in them.

Trying to act cool and not too suspicious about Tess's comments and the two words she used, we and us. I parked smack dab in the middle of her parking lot and right under a street light. Then after quickly looking around the lot before I got out, I walked all the way around my van checking the doors to make sure they were locked before I opened Tess's door and helped her step out.

Then after closing and locking her door, I calmly said. “Lead on.”

Before I quickly changed my mind and decided to walk side by side and hold Tess around the waist. At least this way, if someone tried to jump me from the shadows. I could easily toss Tess to the wolves and hopefully make it safely back to of my van before he or they overpowered me. 

But even though we safely made it to Tess's doorstep unmolested, I didn't let my guard down for a single heartbeat until I knew exactly what Tess meant by her words we and us.

Then before Tess unlocked the door she said. “Larry, I played your game in the club, now I want you to play mine. But I need you to promise that you won't open your eyes or peek, until I kiss you on the lips five times.”

With my eyes still wide open, at least for now anyway. I looked deeply into Tess's beautiful brown ones with my hazel gaze as Tess continued by saying. “Come on Larry, we want to surprise you. And just like in your van, when you wouldn't start it before I put my seatbelt on. I won't unlock my door until you promise to keep your eyes closed, without peeking, until I kiss you on the lips five times. You also have to promise to keep both of your hands behind your back until I kiss you on the lips twice too.”

Now with my brain completely in the spin cycle, I tried to shake the cobwebs out before I foolishly answered. “I promise.”

But it was already too late to turn back now. So I did as instructed, just like I did for almost seven months that I spent with Iris. I put my faith, my trust and my body in the hands of the young lady that I was fucking. Or at least in Tess's particular case, that I was about to fuck. Then I slowly put my hands behind my back before closing my eyes. And hopefully not for the last time either.

As I heard the lock turn followed by the unexpected creak of Tess's door, I said to myself. “Oh great, I'm not even going to see the first blow coming. And if I'm still standing after that, I'd be lucky to get a shot in with my eyes closed before I get hit with a second volley.”

Then I almost jumped out of my skin when Tess touched my arm and led me inside her apartment. After about six or seven steps forward and with my hands still behind my back and my eyes closed, I cringed when Tess slammed the door behind us. And I slowly started counting one Mississippi, two Mississippi, etc.

Because I knew the deathblow was soon to follow, I just didn't know when or where it was coming from. After quickly doing the math, I figured that a bump on the head was well worth two kisses from Tess's tender lips. And it might take three more kisses to wake my big dumb, sleeping beauty, lug of an ass up from the blow too.

That was worth the price of Tess playing the part of Prince Charming, wasn’t it? Plus I could easily go for some sexual role-playing about now too. And as soon as George caught wind of what might be going on here, he quickly started to stir in my jeans again too.

Then once the thoughts of Tess straddling me butt as naked, giving me mouth to mouth resuscitation popped into my head. George right on cue started to quickly throb and pulse with the same rhythm of my own beating heart. Let me tell you this, at least I could give Iris credit for teaching me to do what I was told to do it.

Because while Iris was slapping my cock around. She always told me that if I flinched or moved, then next slap would be ten times worse then the one before it. So I quickly learned not to move a muscle, except for my big love muscle of course. Until Iris's fifteen minutes of playtime was up. At least Iris called it playtime, though it was sometimes pure torture and agony for me twice everyday.

Meanwhile, while standing in Tess's apartment with my eyes closed tighter then a nun’s legs in a room full of horny priests, when I reached 120 Mississippi's. Which meant by my trustworthy internal grandfather clock, that two minutes of time passed by without that clunk on the head?

Then I felt someone’s breath only inches from my face, quickly followed by a pair of soft and sweet lips touching mine. At first, I thought it was my goodnight kiss, but George thought otherwise and soon stretched out to full size in my jeans. But with my hands still behind my back and George testing the stitching on my jeans again.

Wouldn't you know it, as Nostradamus could have easily seen this in one of his prophecies a thousand years beforehand? Because George was once again pointing n the wrong direction, plus not being unable to quickly correct the problem. It was becoming quite painful as more time passed.

Fortunately for me though, I only had to wait for one more kiss until I could offer George some much-needed relief. But when that kiss would be coming was the major question at hand. And when that kiss does finally come, my hand was going right down into my pants to straighten this uncomfortable situation out. 

Then after what seamed like forever or 150 more silent Mississippi's later, I felt another pair of soft lips touch mine. 

he girls and I spent almost the next five minutes or so with our tongues darting back and forth from mouth to mouth. And once we finally separated, Tess made the introductions, by saying. “Larry, this is Kimberly. Kimberly, this is Larry.”

As I reached out to shake Kimberly's hand, she quickly snapped back and said. “Hell, I just had your dick in my mouth. Don't I at least deserve a hug?”

Swallowing hard for my cold and harsh treatment of poor Kimberly, I quickly said. “Of course you do. I'm new to the north, and didn't realize that sucking cock was an intimate form of shaking hands. I'll try to remember that, the next time I run into one of you on the street.”

While I was giving Kimberly a very long, loving and intimate embrace, from our knees to neck. Tess and Kimberly were both filling the apartment with laughter. And as we parted, I took a full step backward to drink in my new partners exposed body.

Now it was Tess's turn to pipe in and ask. “Don't I get a hug too for inviting Kimberly over so she could suck your dick?”

This time it was Kimberly's and my turn to laugh in unison, as I raised my arms out to embrace Tess's similar sized frame. And in another knee to neck hug. I pressed my flesh against Tess’s body just like I did to Kimberly’s earlier. And since this was the very first time I saw Tess naked, I quickly gave her the once over too.

While I was still checking the ladies out, Tess continued with. “Kimberly and I were roommates back in collage. She was just passing through on her way to Albany New York to start her new job as an office manager for an insurance company. And it was Kimberly's idea to split a dick with her tonight just like we used to so many times back in collage. So Larry, you’re the lucky dick that we plan on splitting tonight. And you will also be the first dick that Kimberly's split since we graduated from collage almost three years ago. So, in a way you're breaking her post graduation dick splitting cherry too.”

After a brief round of laughter, Tess continued saying.  “And I've been splitting dicks and twats ever since Kimberly and I shared our first cock back in collage over seven years ago.”

Kimberly looked very shocked by the revelation that Tess was also split cunts too and quickly confessed by saying. “I've never tasted another woman's pussy before, but I’ve always been curious about tasting one. Although from time to time, I've tasted mine before I go out on a date. Just to make sure it smelled and tasted OK.”

Now as for me, other than watching it on the big screen in a porno theater, I've never actually seen two live women pleasing each other orally before. So I needed to make sure that this live event happens here tonight. Or I might not get another chance to see one, ever.

Because I wanted a front row seat at this once in a lifetime event too, so I quickly spoke up and said. “I've never seen two women pleasure each other either. But I surely would like to watch you girls doing that. And to help out in anyway that I’m needed. Plus if you don’t mind. I would also like to take notes for purely scientific and research reasons too. And maybe even for a little personal and self gratification and pleasure thrown in. For later on, when I’m all alone and have a boner, like this one here to deal with.”

As I pointed directly at my still hardened and neglected shaft. Which immediately caused both young ladies to break out in simultaneously laughter all over again, before almost saying in unison? “Ya, right.”

Now with Tess who was the most experienced out of all of us. She quickly became the teacher while Kimberly and I became her more than willing students. Tess was around five foot six inches tall with short curly brown hair that ended just before it touched her shoulders. Tess's kiwi sized breasts had areolas the size of a nickel and they matched her chestnut colored hair and brown eyes.

Then centered on each dark brown areola was a nipple that looked like half of a chocolate colored M&M. While Tess's pussy was only covered by a thin one-inch wide dark brown racing stripe that ran down and was also centered between her slightly parted legs.

Kimberly on the other hand was about the same height and build as Tess, except that Tess was just about an inch shorter than she was. Kimberly had very nice set of ripe apple sized tits with pierced pink nipples that were centered on darker pink areolas. Kimberly also had a jade colored piecing in the middle of her flat stomach and her dirty blonde hair was loosely knotted in a ponytail behind her head and it kissed the very top of her ass crack.

Kimberly's matching cunt hair was the color of honey and it lightly covered her womanhood except for her brightly-lit clitoris. Which was also pierced and studded in silver like most of her other piercings were. With the only exception being her belly button, which was studded in jade and matched her green eyes perfectly.

All in all, Kimberly's piercings automatically made her a dirty blonde five shades dirtier then Ashley was. And in the low light of Tess's living room, they all sparkled like five separate north stars on a cloudless night.

Now the only reason why I can talk openly about this topic, without loosing all of the powerful magic held in North Star Wishes. Was that even though my eyes were only open about fifteen minutes or so, I've had this raging hard on for almost an hour now. Yes, I had this boner ever since Tess first kissed me, and I was still looking for some instant relief.

And I didn't care if one or both the girls lent a hand or I just flew solo on this adventure. The only problem was that neither Tess nor Kimberly would have ordered me to jerk off in front of them. Just like Fay did at least once a day for almost four months. Or Ashley ordered me to do so many times, in front of her and Iris. That is, until Iris encouraged Ashley to start jerking me off instead.

But now, I could easily foresee that one or both of my naked partners, would get pissed off at me for jerking off right in front of them. So, that stupid ass idea was quickly abandoned. Then with the tradition as old as the night sky itself, plus some other local customs scattered throughout this great land of ours, which we also call home.

I made a wish on all five of Kimberly’s piercings as they twinkled just like the first star I see tonight, as I silently said. “I wish I may, I wish I might, fuck the shit out of Kimberly doggie style tonight. While her golden colored mane was wrapped tightly around my hand and arm. And I smacked her ass until it was both red and very bright like you are.”

Or at least as red as Fay’s ass was after Chaz left his hand prints tattooed on it. And as bright red as Emily’s ass cheeks were. When I would send her off to work with my hand prints plastered on both ass cheeks.

And when I finished checking out these two very exquisite naked bodies displayed before me, I momentarily turned my attention to my surroundings. The three of us were standing quite close together in Tess's living room with three separate piles of clothes where we each of us disrobed. Tess also had the standard ten-piece living room set with a sofa, love seat, chair, with two end tables and lamps, long coffee table, ottoman and a floor lamp.

The fabric that covered the furniture was a rust color almost maroon while the tables were dark and either cherry or mahogany. The hardwood floor in Tess's living room reminded me of a gymnasium floor, which was light maple wood covered with a thick layer of polyurethane.

And the darker colored furniture over the lightly colored floor made this whole room pop. Speaking of popping, my own piece of hardwood was ready to pop anytime now too. But my two naked sex partners were physically ignoring my swollen shaft as they were licking and kissing me everywhere else.

But with a set of brass balls the size of Atlas Stones that the world’s strongest man couldn’t even roll or lift, I cleared my throat and asked. “Could one of you lovely ladies please help a poor cock in distress out? I'm so close to an explosion of thick creamy goodness, that it won't take more then a moment or two of your precious time. And when I'm finished coming all over the place, you can always resume your current activities.”

Now with that statement out in the open and on the table, both ladies stopped dead in their tracks. As they started to giggle in unison, before they said. “Larry, all you had to do was ask.”

Then in less than a heartbeat, I was once again the meat between Tess's and Kimberly's bread. 

And while my two partners were putting the squeeze on me, I also became their sweet Larry man-meat sandwich.

As Tess wrapped her delicate fingers around my pork roll and started to gently pull it. Kimberly went straight for my hard-boiled eggs hanging below and cradled my balls in the palm of her soft hand.

And just like Carnac the Magnificent could have easily foreseen the eruption of Mount Saint Helen's almost three years earlier. My balls exploded in less then two minutes, in a near cataclysmic event right there in the middle of Tess's living room.

Even with all my manly goods, meaning my cock and balls of course. In the skillful hands of these two beautiful young ladies, I somehow managed to get my boy butter or girl-making goo all over the three of us. Not to mention at the very same time. I also added another thick layer of polyurethane or pud-from-my-groin to Tess's hardwood floor.

Then as the pair of lovely ladies, who were still holding the very essence of my manhood in their hands. They quickly opened their mouths so our tongues could once again join forces in another small yet controlled collision of both saliva and DNA. And as our three naked bodies made yet another human Tri-Omino, while our tongues kept right on dancing from mouth to mouth for almost the next five minutes.

And when our naked little Pangea finally broke apart into three separate and still very hot and horny human beings, we all headed straight for the comfort of Tess's couch. Now with the two young ladies walking hand in hand and very slowly in front of me, I kept watching Kimberly's ponytail swing slowly from side to side as her ass cheeks jiggled just like a bowl of Jell-O.

But all I could think about was that tiny little wish I made earlier. And I also wanted Tess to be lying under Kimberly in the sixty-nine position. So that she could lick my balls as she watched my cock slide in and out of Kimberly's golden pussy. Just like Nancy Hoffman did while she was laying under Eileen Welles in my favorite fuck flick or the 1978 classic porn film Candy Stripers.

Then with the precision of an oil rig as it pumped liquid gold out of the earth, I would be pumping Kimberly's golden chalice full of my rich man marmalade deep into her cervix field. And just before I planted my naked ass on Tess's couch, I once again gazed upon the two lovely pieces of eye candy before me. So I could lock away their image for safe keeping and instant recall if needed too, at a later date and time, of course.

That's when I noticed that my two partners were giving me a once or twice over too. And they were scrutinizing my body, as they looked for flaws in my 200 pound frame of twisted steel and sex appeal. Once we all got our fill of each other’s naked bodies, we sat down and got to know each other a little better.

After the girls quickly caught up with what's been going on in their lives since graduation. And me being the nice little Italian boy from a good family that I am, I gave the girls the cliff notes version of my life story from Suzan until Tess picked me up in the strip club a little over two hours ago.

Not wanting to bore the ladies to death, I purposely left out a lot of details. Like how I loved to dress up in woman’s intimate apparel. Or how much I loved licking up my own sauce, no matter where it was. Right off the floor, off the ground, or anywhere it was either on or in a woman’s body. I just left out the fact that I loved to jerk off in public and in front of ladies. I also left a few relationships out of my cliff notes version of my life too.

But if they wanted to know more about what makes me tick. All they needed to do was explore my body for the few little kinks that were in my armor. It's just like both girls told me a little bit earlier; all they had to do was ask. And if they did, I had a whole laundry list for them.

And at the top of that list were young ladies wearing their hair up in a loose bun. While in Kimberly's particular case, wearing her long golden hair in a loosely knotted ponytail, but pigtails would work too. That was quickly followed by letting their bare breasts hang out over the top of a bra, a blouse, a dress or a shirt.

Then having the cool geeky chicks look by wearing a pair of glasses or just the dark plastic frames with no lenses. Because it was that librarian look that always got my blood pumping and motor running. Not the fact that you actually need them to see with or not.

Along with, although I'm not a hair puller by nature, I prefer little simple playful tugs while I’m holding it in my clenched fist instead. But if you like it pulled a little bit harder, or in Gwen’s particular case, a whole lot harder. I would be more then happy to accommodate you. Especially when I have two hands full of trapped hair and I was fucking them doggie style.

Plus I'm also a real sucker for a chick with long pussy hair, not that we had the time to allow either of these two young ladies actually let theirs grow out. Which stems from the very first live pussies that I saw, way back before Suzan even broke my cherry.

You see, I was helping my friend Clyde and his parents Chaz and Fay remodel their house into multiple apartments when I got my very first braver shot. And I was upstairs in her apartment installing wires for a new circuit breaker panel and I was also running a brand new water supply pipes from the basement. Because we were splitting her unit  or apartment into two separate ones. 

And Abigail or Abby had put her newborn daughter down on the bed in the master suite, where I was working and went in the bathroom to take a shower. Then about ten minutes later when her baby started crying, Abby’s motherly instincts took over. Because she apparently forgot that I was even there. And came running out of the shower completely naked and still dripping with soap.

And low and behold between Abby’s legs was a thick patch of dirty blonde curls that were still lathered up. And as she stood there naked and dripping in the doorway, with Abby’s blue eyes quickly darting back and forth between her still crying daughter and me.

Abby just stood there for a very long minute or two, like she was practically frozen in time. Not wanting to break the stalemate, I just kept staring at her lovely nakedness before Abigail finally decided to just walk in and pick her daughter up.

And because Abby was tanned from head to toe, with no tan lines I might add. As she slowly walked back out of the bedroom, Abigail’s ass cheeks with the still dripping patch of fur nestled between them. Instantly gave me a boner and reminded me of two cups of butterscotch pudding, from one of old Bill Cosby’s televised Jell-O commercials.

That was the very first time I saw a real live naked lady, up close and in personal. And it was Abby’s long dirty blonde dripping pussy hair that turned me on that day and has kept my motor running ever since. And I just wanted to lay face up right between her slightly parted legs, while Abby’s thin long blonde icicles continued to drip into my open mouth.

But it was my second fully naked lady who finally brought that dream to life. And it was Fay who lathered up her apple tarts and long golden red pussy whiskers with soap. Then let those suds drip in my mouth for almost five minutes. Before I followed her into the master bedroom, licking up any puddles she left along the way.

Dam you Iris for taking that little slice of heaven away from me, you lying bitch. Let’s get back to Tess's story, shall we? As we continued to chat, Tess said. “Kimberly called me earlier in the week and said that she would be in town for the weekend. And if I wasn’t in a committed relationship, could we split a dick or two like we did back in collage?”

Then Kimberly piped in with. “And I was floored when Tess told me over the phone that she's been splitting dicks ever since we graduated.”

Next it was Tess's turn, when she chimed in with. “And since this was Kimberly's first dick splitting since collage, and I wanted it to be special for her. So Larry, when I walked into that strip club, I didn't expect to find anyone. But you were there and I got a good vibe off you. Then it way your pretend making love to me story that sealed the deal. So that’s when I decided that you were the dick that Kimberly and I were going to split this weekend.”

Laughing, I simply said. “Well girls, I hope that I live up to your expectations, dreams and wildest desires.”

This caused both young ladies to break out in laughter, before I cut them off with brass balls again, and said. “Splitting a dick and splitting twat sounds kind of barbaric to me. And something you would go to a butcher shop for. So why don't the three of us here change all of that? We can simply call it a Three-Cheese Sandwich instead. And it could include all of the different combinations of potential partners. Like two boys and a girl, or a boy with two girls like we have here tonight.”

And that caused Kimberly and Tess to start giggling. Then I continued with. “It would also cover three boys or three girls. And all you have to do is just pick a cheese and slide it right into the sandwich.”

Tess quickly jumped in with. “I want to be Swiss cheese, because I like my holes filled.”

And when Kimberly and I stopped laughing, Kimberly said. “I want to be baby Swiss, because I'm a year younger than Tess is and like to have my holes filled too.”

Once the three of us stopped laughing this time, I said. “Ladies I need your help, because I not sure what type of cheese I should be. Because I have two choices, but I will let you decide for me.”

That’s when Kimberly started chanting we want cheese, we want cheese over and over again. Then it wasn’t long before Tess joined in with the second chorus of, we want cheese, we want cheese. And just like the classic group sing-a-long. I had to pipe in with the third chorus of row row, row your boat. Except I too chimed in with we want cheese, we want cheese just like the other two naked members of our musical trio did.

And after a round of laughter, hugs and high fives, I cleared my throat and asked. “Ladies should I be string cheese because I like to play with my dick and have my pud pulled, either by one or both of you? Or should I be pepper jack cheese because I'm hot, sexy and spicy?”

Then both girls quickly looked at each other and started giggling, before saying in unison. “Stick with the hot, sexy and spicy.”

And when we all stopped laughing this time, The Three-Cheese Sandwich was born right there in Tess's living room and on her sofa up in Kenosha Wisconsin.

Shortly after that, Tess and Kimberly moved down to the floor and began to slowly explore, enjoy and savor their cheese selections. 

But when I went to join them, Tess quickly said. “Larry you left a bunch of your cum on my floor over by the door. So when your finished cleaning it up, you can come back and join us.” 

So off I went to lick my spunk off Tess’s floor, while Kimberly was getting her very first face-full and taste of Tess’s pussy. Or any pussy besides her own.