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the doubt.
    “Well,” Ivy said with a smirk, “all I can say for certain is that it’s bigger than Chuck’s.”
    Dean winked at her. “Guess it’s no wonder old Chuck didn’t impress you much.”
    “Chuck did teach me a few things though,” Ivy said. “Things about what men like. He wasn’t concerned with me having a good time, but he always made sure he did.”
    “Selfish cad,” Dean said.
    Ivy ignored him. “Here Nell, I’ll show you what to do.” She dropped to her knees in front of Dean and held Nell’s hand, pulling her down to join her. “This is how you drive men wild.”
    Ivy wrapped her hand firmly around his cock, and Dean clenched his teeth as she slid her fingers up his shaft and slowly off the tip. Nell followed suit, her grip more tentative than Ivy’s, but her movements faster. Once she’d finished, Nell looked at Ivy for guidance. Ivy leaned close and touched her tongue to the underside of Dean’s cock, running a hot, damp streak up until she circled the tip and took the head between her lips, into the heat of her mouth, teasing the sensitive spot at the base of the head with her tongue.
    Dean groaned. “Chuck might be a horse thieving bastard, but he sure taught you your way around a cock.”
    Ivy released him and smiled up at him, his cock resting against her cheek, and Dean wasn’t sure he’d ever been harder than he was in that moment.
    “Let me try.” Nell bent forward, eager to take him in her mouth. Her tongue wasn’t as practiced as Ivy’s, but was hot and wet and very enthusiastic, and Dean dug his hands into his hips, forcing himself to keep still. Nell released him with a smack of her lips. “How’d I do?”
    “Good,” Dean said, his voice tight, “Very good.”
    “Together?” Nell suggested with a wink at Ivy, and both women leaned in to the base of Dean’s shaft, their mouths twin torments as they worked their way up, and Dean figured that even if Chuck Taggart burst through the door and shot him dead, he could die happy in that moment.
     
    Dean’s cock twitched and Nell smiled against the heat of his skin, swirling her tongue back and forth as she started towards the tip, matching Ivy’s speed. Her tongue touched Ivy’s, tangled with it over the bulbous head, then Ivy’s lips met Nell’s in a kiss and Nell fell into the familiar warmth. Ivy fumbled with the buttons on the front of Nell’s dress, then shoved it off her shoulders and Nell tugged her arms free. Without breaking the kiss she returned the favour, pulling at Ivy’s clothes with such single mindedness that she jumped when something touched her cheek, and she was startled to remember that Dean was there, that it was his cock brushing her skin.
    Nell kissed Ivy again, watching Dean as he looked down at them, his eyes dark and hot, following Nell’s hands as she lifted Ivy’s chemise over her head. Dean made a low sound, deep in his throat, as Ivy’s breasts came into view, and he moved one hand to his cock, sliding it up and down the shaft in slow strokes.
    Nell kissed along Ivy’s neck then higher, to nibble at her earlobe. “I think Dean likes your breasts as much as I do,” Nell said in soft voice, and Dean chuckled.
    “I am a fan of tits in general,” he said, “but those are truly exceptional.”
    Ivy didn’t look impressed by his praise, so Nell kissed her again, distracting her before she could say anything. After a moment, Ivy pulled back.
    “Don’t forget our friend here,” Ivy said, jerking a thumb in Dean’s direction. “Or have you lost interest in him now that you’ve seen his…poker?”
    Nell laughed and dragged Ivy with her as she got to her feet. “Not at all.” Nell stepped out of her dress and stockings, leaving her naked and very aware of Dean’s eyes on her. “I’m just getting started.” Nell looked up at Dean, aware for the first time of how tall he really was. The top of her head was barely up to his shoulder, and she was facing a broad expanse of