The Nude Feud

This is another entry of mine for the Literotica Nude Day Story Contest 2025.

All characters are 18 or older. Enjoy!

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Hi there! I'm Rachel, a 23-year-old dental assistant. I've been fascinated by teeth since I lost my first tooth as a child. My current job may be what some call a "dirty job", but it's only a step toward my dream of becoming a dentist!

Many of my science projects in school involved teeth, earning me the nickname "Tooth Girl". I didn't mind the name; I even once considered calling my future practice "Tooth Girl Dentistry". But as time passed, I realized how dumb it sounded. I'll come up with something better eventually!

I share a cozy apartment with my high school sweetheart, Gwendolyn, or "Gwen" as she prefers to be called. Gwen is my 6' 3" tall knight in shining armor, standing nine inches taller than me. We have been close friends since the third grade, and I developed a crush on her in middle school. I never said anything about it until a tragic accident occurred during our freshman year of high school.

Gwen loves basketball; she has for as long as I've known her. It was her dream to play for a major university and maybe even go pro; she had the talent and passion for it. She played every year until ninth grade and won a few championships. Gwen was a rising star, my rising star.

Her promising career came to a tragic end one evening while on her way home from practice. Gwen's mom had picked her up, and they were passing through an intersection when an idiot who didn't stop at the red light caused an accident. His girlfriend, who was riding with him, said he was texting and didn't see the light. Their car hit his SUV on the driver's side, killing him instantly.

Gwen's left kneecap was shattered beyond repair and needed to be replaced. As for her mom, she survived but was left paralyzed from the waist down. Two lives changed forever, and one ended, all because some dumbass felt that responding to a text was more important than the safety of others. It may be awful for me to feel this way, but I have no sympathy for that guy, fuck him.

Gwen was understandably devastated. She was in constant pain, couldn't walk without crutches, and her mom would never walk again. But what hurt her the most was the effective end of her basketball career. Even with the replacement, Gwen will experience complications with her knee for the rest of her life. She'll never play another game.

I was her rock during that time, though seeing her so broken physically and emotionally took its toll on me as well. But I had to remain strong for her. She was, and still is, my rising star!

One day, during one of her many emotional breakdowns, she confessed to loving me more than just as a friend. Having already been in love with her for years at that point, I reciprocated her feelings, and we started dating.

This was the turning point for Gwen. Her breakdowns became less frequent, and she took her physical therapy more seriously. Her parents couldn't have been happier; seeing us together helped them cope with her mom's paralysis. Mom and Dad love Gwen like their third child, and my younger sister really likes her too, so they were also thrilled.

Fast forward to our senior year. Gwen struggled to decide on a new career path since basketball stardom was forever out of her grasp. She never wanted to do anything else. Despite being unable to play anymore, her passion for the sport never left. After days of brainstorming, I convinced her to pursue a career as a basketball coach. She is now a P. E. teacher and assistant coach for our high school's girls' basketball team!

Anyway, enough backstory. Gwen and I are a happy couple, but we have our share of fights, and some get heated. However, we discovered a more productive method to settle major disagreements. We call it "The Nude Feud". We pick a day to stay at home and resolve our argument... with nudity!

The rules are as follows:

01. The Feud begins at dawn and ends at midnight.

02. Both of us stay at home the entire day, fully nude.

03. Everything we do, including household chores, is to be done while naked.

04. The loser must go along with the winner's choice without question.

05. Clothes are forbidden; the first to put anything on loses.

06. The first to initiate sexual contact forfeits the challenge.

07. Masturbation counts as sexual contact, so whoever masturbates first loses.

08. We must always be in the same room to prevent one of us from sneaking off and pleasuring ourselves. Yes, that means we watch each other use the bathroom.

09. Teasing and innuendo are allowed and encouraged; the point is to try to provoke each other into initiating sexual contact.

10. If a winner is undecided by midnight... to be honest, we've never made it that far, so we haven't come up with a rule for that one yet.

Back in March, Gwen and I decided that we needed a second vehicle but couldn't agree on what kind. I wanted a 2022 Ford Focus. I had been eyeing that dark blue beauty on my way to pick Gwen up from work every day. That sleek car called out to me whenever I drove by it.

"Buy me, Ray... drive me..." Don't judge me!

Gwen wanted an SUV, a dark gray 2021 Honda Pilot, in case we decide to adopt in the future. My argument was that we could worry about getting one when kids came into the picture, but she had to have it now.

So, we agreed to settle the dispute with a Nude Feud the following Saturday. We sleep in the nude every night, so that helped ensure we started the feud properly.

I was the first to wake up that morning, not long before 8. I had to pee badly, but the feud was officially underway, so I had to either wake Gwen or wait for her to get up on her own and risk pissing the bed.

I hated to do it; she looked so cute with her long, messy black hair all over the place, but I had no choice.

"Hey, Gwen, wake up!" I shook her.

"Erm... not now, Frodo..." What was she dreaming about?

"Hey!!" I shouted, shaking her harder.

Gwen shot up. "What the fuck?!" The blanket covering her bare breasts fell freely. She was unintentionally off to a great start with the teasing.

"Did I interrupt something? Do you want to rejoin your hobbit friend?"

"Shut up!" Gwen rubbed her eyes. "I don't know what the hell I was dreaming about!"

"We both know you have a thing for short people."

"Yep, that's why I fell in love with you!"

"Oh, fuck off!" I shoved her, which didn't stop her from laughing at me. "Now that you're awake, I have to pee."

"Oh, kinky! Can I watch?" Gwen gazed at me with fake "hunger".

"Well, duh! It's the rule after all!" I threw the cover off and stood, stretching.

"Mmmm, yummy!" Gwen purred, admiring my nude form. "Your ass reminds me; I'd like some pancakes this morning!"

"And what is that supposed to mean?" I glared at her, like I needed to be reminded that I'm not exactly a supermodel.

"Nothing! Don't you need to pee?"

Gwen followed me into the bathroom and watched. Leaning against the wall, her lightly tanned athletic body was on full display. The knee injury doesn't stop her from staying in shape.

She has C-cup breasts with dark pink nipples, a flat stomach, a plump butt, and a natural black bush. Her body is gorgeous, much more desirable than my own. Her boobs are bigger than mine, and I can stand to lose twenty... okay, thirty lbs. I have a pot belly, okay? Gwen thinks it's cute!

After finishing my business, I rose and washed my hands, then combed my blonde hair while Gwen took her turn.

"So, you want pancakes then?" I pulled my hair back and clamped a hair clip around it.

Gwen stood and flushed the toilet. "Yep! With blueberries and strawberries!"

"Your favorite, hm? Okay, pancakes with berries coming right up!"

We went to the kitchen together. I dug the pan out from the drawer under the oven while Gwen started coffee. I opened the cabinet to grab the pancake mix, stretching longer than I needed to and wiggling my breasts. Part of what makes a feud fun is teasing each other.

Gwen scoffed, "Can you not find it?"

"Oh, I'm looking right at it. But why hurry?" I winked at her, taking the box and closing the door. "What plans do you have for today?" I began making the batter.

"The games start at 11, we can watch a movie before they start."

March Madness was in full swing, and Gwen watched every game she could. I wasn't a fan, but who was I to deny her what made her happy?

"Okay, I can read a book or something." I mixed the batter, making my breasts jiggle.

"You know, Ray, if you mix that any harder, it'll lose its thickness."

"Oh, don't worry, I'll make sure it stays thick, just for you!" I stuck my tongue out, then took the bowl to the oven and got cooking. While the batter took shape in the pan, I chopped several strawberries up.

I turned to look back at Gwen, who bent over on the counter, watching the coffee brew. She stuck her ass out with her legs spread, showing me her holes. Oh, she was good!

Not to be outdone, I swayed my hips and danced while baking the pancakes.

"Shake it, my little pop star!" Gwen squealed, egging me on.

And "shake it" I did. Cake after cake, I piled each one onto plates while shaking what my mama gave me. I made two stacks of four with a helping of blueberries and strawberries between them.

With the pancakes finished, I turned toward Gwen to see her holding her phone.

"Did you record me?" My face burned.

"Maaaaaaybe!" She sang.

"Delete it!!" I reached for her phone. She held it high above her head, well out of my reach. "What are you, twelve? Aren't you too old for 'Keep Away'?"

"I'm not going to share it with anyone! It's not like I want people beating off to the love of my life dancing in the buff!" She giggled. "Seriously though, I thought it was hot as fuck! I might have lost the feud if you kept going!"

"Oh really?" I raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you want to admit that to me?"

Gwen shrugged. "It won't work on me a second time, so yeah."

"Right..." I carried our plates to the table, then poured some coffee for us and gave Gwen a bottle of syrup. "I don't want any, you can have the entire bottle." We sat down.

Gwen dumped an ungodly amount of syrup onto her stack. "Why not? That's not like you."

"I, er..." I shifted uncomfortably. "I want to try losing a little bit of weight and get in better shape."

"Why, babe? You're not fat."

"Yes, I am! Look at this!" I stood and jiggled my pot belly, then sat back down. "Your comment about my ass and pancakes struck a nerve. My body doesn't look nearly as good as yours does! I want to be sexy like you are!"

Gwen smiled sympathetically and took my hand. "Rachel, you're the hottest woman in the world to me! And not just your body either. You were my hero when I got hurt, and you still are! It's what made me realize that I loved you. I always have, but it took losing a kneecap for me to be honest with my feelings. I think you're beautiful just the way you are!"

"Oh, Gwen..." My eyes welled up. "Would a quick kiss count as sexual contact?"

"I don't think so, but no touchy-feely!"

"Okay." I leaned over and gave her a quick but loving kiss on the lips.

"That being said," Gwen continued, "exercising and watching what you eat are beneficial to your health. So, if you are serious about this, I'll be your guide! But don't do it because you want to be sexy, do it for your health!"

"Spoken like a true coach." I sipped my coffee.

"That's my goal in life!"

As we enjoyed our breakfast, Gwen laid out a fitness plan for me. It was the same one she and her head coach suggested for their girls. I almost felt like a part of the team!

Gwen washed the dishes after we devoured our pancakes. She put on a little show like I did, giving me a belly dance. And yes, I recorded it on my phone. With that done, we brushed our teeth. As a future dentist, there will be no cavities or unclean teeth in this apartment!

We had some time before the game, so we found a romantic comedy on a free streaming app. It had its moments, but it was too stupid for my liking.

At 11, Gwen switched to cable and found the basketball game. Her favorite team was playing in a tournament, which meant she would laser-focus on the game instead of me. This was both a blessing and a curse. A curse because she would ignore any teasing from me, but a blessing because she would be too busy watching the game to do it to me. Or at least, that's what I thought.

I curled up on the recliner with a book, giving her the couch even though she would spend most of her time standing. Gwen got very animated while watching a game, cheering when her team did well and swearing at them when they fucked up. The referees weren't safe either; she cussed up a storm whenever they made a call she didn't agree with.

After tip-off, the opposing team took possession of the ball.

Gwen sang as she clapped. "Let's go, defense!" Clap-clap, clap-clap-clap. "Let's go defense!" She was so cute.

I glanced at the screen. Someone on her team stole the ball, passed it to another player further down the court, and that other player slam-dunked it to score the first basket of the game. Nice start! Gwen cheered her approval by hopping up and down. My eyes bounced along with her breasts.

A few minutes later, two players from the opposing teams collided. The ref blew the whistle and called a foul.

"What the fuck?" Gwen protested loudly. "Any amateur referee would see that it was a technical foul! Get your fucking eyes checked or retire, you senile old bastard!" Poor ref, he didn't deserve that. I was glad he couldn't hear her.

This was how the game went: Gwen switching back and forth between screaming in joy and anger.

At halftime, she plopped onto the couch.

"Ugh!" She groaned, "Those girls will put me in the grave early! I'm going to vacuum so I can calm down."

"That's a good idea," I replied, getting up. This was an opportunity to get some teasing in. Taking the vacuum cleaner out of the closet, I bent over to plug it in, giving her a look at my holes and a taste of her own medicine.

"You know, you could slide a credit card through that crack," Gwen commented.

I looked at her, slyly. "You're welcome to try, but that could count as 'sexual contact' if you're not careful." Gwen shrugged and didn't say another word, taking the vacuum from me.

I returned to the recliner as Gwen got to work. While vacuuming, she posed in every way imaginable, like a stripper doing housework. Yes, a lot of it was rather goofy, but it was also entertaining. I swallowed a lump in my throat, getting wet and worried that she was about to win the feud!

Thankfully, Gwen finished just in time for the second half. She briskly shoved the vacuum cleaner back in the closet and returned to the couch, much to my relief. It was a close game until the end, but her team won.

"Whew!" Gwen fell back onto the couch. "I should be their coach; they made way too many mistakes!"

"I thought the referees were 'cheating'." I giggled, teasing her.

"That was half of it." She named players on the team and described what they could have done better. I understood... little of it.

As she explained, my phone dinged. The notification made my heart sink into my stomach.

A month before the feud, I ordered a gift for my parents' 25th anniversary. It was a snow globe with their wedding photo inside. The notification alerted me that it was coming in half an hour.

"Is something wrong?" Gwen inquired.

"I got a notification. Mom and Dad's snow globe will be here in thirty minutes!"

"And? They can leave it at the door."

"They want me to sign for it!!"

Gwen gasped. "Ooooooooh shit! You're about to make someone's day!

"This isn't funny, Gwen! They'll see me naked!"

"You're free to put on some clothes and forfeit the feud!"

"Haha, as if. I'll cover myself with my hands."

"And how do you plan to sign without a free hand?" Fuck, she made a good point!

"... fine. I'll expose myself for the sake of my Ford Focus!" I was determined to win my car at any cost, God help me!

"Okay, but you'll be mortified if you end up losing!" Gwen was right; the stakes had been raised. I had to win now, otherwise I would be exposing myself to a complete stranger, most likely a man, for nothing!

The notification lied, the package came twenty minutes later. There was loud pounding on the door.

"Good luck, babe!" Gwen "encouraged" me.

"Why are you hiding behind the recliner?" I shot her a dirty look.

"I'm not the one about to flash a total stranger!" Easy for her to say!

Muttering, I took a deep breath and answered the door. Sure enough, a young man who couldn't have been long out of high school stood there with the box. His eyes were glued to me, his mouth hanging open.

"I... I... have a package for a 'Rachel Amanah'?" The poor guy was petrified in more ways than one, I'm sure.

"That's me." Might as well rip the band-aid off, my dignity was already dead and gone anyway.

"I-I need you to sign." He handed me a form and a pen. I used the box to sign my name, then gave him the pen and paper back. "Th-Thank you, h-have a good day!"

"Thanks, you as well!" I smiled at him, took the box, and closed the door. The moment the door latched shut, I heard Gwen roar in laughter, rolling on the floor behind the recliner.

"Oh my god!! I can't believe you actually went through with it! And did you see the look on his face?!" Tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Of course I did, he was right in front of me!" I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

Gwen couldn't say another word from laughing so hard. Deciding to move on from the situation, I opened the box and examined the globe. Thankfully, it was gorgeous, my parents would love it! Gwen joined me to admire the gift.

"Wow, it turned out great, huh?"

"Yeah," I turned to her with narrowed eyes. "You good?"

"I am!" Gwen wiped her eyes. "Woo, if I laughed any harder, I would be chatting with Saint Peter right now!"

"I'm glad you had fun! That guy is probably texting his buddies as we speak, telling them there's a hot, nudist chick in Apartment #26!"

"There's two hot, nudist chicks here! And one of them is an assistant basketball coach!" Gwen puffed her chest out.

"Says the one who hid behind the fucking recliner!"

"Hey, this," she gestured down her body, "is too sexy for men to see!"

I rolled my eyes. "Anyway, what do you want to do about lunch?"

"Want to have a pizza delivered?"

"Oh, don't even..."

"I'm serious! I'll answer the door this time!" Gwen seemed sincere.

"And what about my 'eating healthier'?"

"You can start that tomorrow! Eat up today!"

"Okay, you're on!" Good, I wouldn't be the only one to humiliate myself.

We both like supreme, so that's the kind of pizza we ordered. Another game was well underway while we waited, and I went back to my book. There was another knock on the door half an hour later.

"Well, it's my turn..." Gwen nervously rose to her feet. I hid behind our bedroom door to watch.

To my horror, my girlfriend opened the door to reveal a hot girl with auburn hair holding our pizza. She seemed to be around the same age as my sister, who is 19. The girl smiled awkwardly, unsure of how to react to Gwen's nudity. Since we paid online, all she had to do was hand over the box and leave.

"Well, that wasn't so bad!" Gwen set the box on the kitchen table.

"That's not fair!" I protested. "That wasn't nearly as embarrassing for you!"

"What? I was plenty embarrassed!"

"Suuuure, you were!" That couldn't have backfired on me any worse. However, payback came when there was yet another knock.

Gwen looked through the peephole. "It's the delivery girl again." She answered the door. "Yes?"

"Um..." The girl's face was so red that a nosebleed would have been fatal. She gave Gwen a long piece of paper. "I-I forgot to give you your receipt! Have a nice day!" She left in a hurry, scampering off back to her car.

"Did she not know there's a receipt taped onto the box?" Gwen raised an eyebrow and examined the 'receipt'. "Oh my god..." She turned pale.

"Huh? What is it?"

My lover passed the paper to me. It read "Faith", followed by a phone number, and ended with "Call me! XOXO". There were three hearts drawn under the message. The dot in "Faith" was a tiny heart.

The corners of my mouth curled upward. "Woah! Should I be jealous?" My lips parted, showing my pearly whites.

"This isn't something to laugh about, Ray!!" There was the embarrassment I suffered through!

"Hey, she's pretty cute! If you ever want to spice things up in the bedroom, you have my permission to invite her over for a threesome!" Payback time!

"Maybe I will..." Gwen wasn't serious, merely trying to save face. Neither of us knew it at the time, but this wouldn't be the last we'd see of Faith, the pizza delivery girl.

We took the pizza into the living room with us to enjoy it while watching the ongoing game. Sauce fell onto one of my nipples. I scooped it off with my finger and licked it.

"Careful there, touching your tits may count as 'sexual contact'!" Gwen grinned.

"Only if I'm masturbating!" She wasn't wrong; I would need to be careful if that happened again. Luckily, my boobs remained sauce-free. When we finished eating, we took a bathroom break and brushed our teeth again.

After a third game began, I was playing our Switch on the recliner when Gwen cried out and fell onto the couch, holding her left knee.

"You got too excited!" I lightly scolded her. "Want me to get your medicine?"

"Yeah..." Gwen winced.

This was the one exception to Rule 8, the one that says we must always be in the same room. Gwen's medicine was in the kitchen, and she couldn't get it herself. She took a non-narcotic prescription pain reliever when needed, refusing to be on anything that could be habit-forming, though it wasn't as effective. According to her, it takes the edge off but doesn't stop the pain completely.

Even with the exception, masturbation was the last thing on my mind. I dumped a pill into my hand and returned to Gwen.

"Thanks, Hun." Gwen gave me an appreciative smile and popped the pill in her mouth, washing it down with bottled water.

"You're welcome. You've coached enough for one day, take it easy!"

"I will, promise." Through her smile, I saw her vulnerability.

Gwen usually handles this like a trooper, but it does get to her. I've held her in my arms many times while she cried. I wish I could do more for her, but at least I can continue to be her rock, like when the accident happened.

I lifted her ankles and helped her lie on the couch. Even with the pain she was in, it didn't stop her from shouting at the players for their mistakes and the referees for "bullshit calls".

After the game ended, Gwen slowly made her way to the desk in our living room with a noticeable limp. I was about to call Mom when I heard a bang and my girlfriend yelping.

"Oh my god, what happened?" I jogged over.

"That damn keyboard tray fell again! It hit my toes!" She held her feet out for me to check them.

"Your footsies are okay, want me to kiss and make them better?" I cooed flirtatiously.

"No. What you can do is to fix that stupid tray again!"

Not to brag, but I consider myself to be a handy girl. That being said, the tray in question had been driving me nuts for a while.

"Okay, hold on." I kept a small toolkit in a drawer on the same desk. "Move back."

Gwen rolled away in the chair, allowing me to crawl under. Lying on my back, I assessed the damage. "It looks like the screws fell out, again. I'll put them back in, but we'll need to buy some bigger ones."

As I worked to fix the tray, inspiration hit me. I was on my back, spread-eagled with my feet planted on the floor; this could be sexy! I lifted my waist, lowered it, and repeated the motion, like I was fucking someone. I also gyrated my hips, really getting into it. I had no idea how well it was working, or if Gwen was even watching. However, I soon got my answer.

"Fine... you win..." Gwen slowly pushed herself out of the chair and sat on the floor.

Before I could process what she said, I felt three fingers plunge deep into my vagina. Gwen turned them upward and fingered me up and down ferociously. She fingerbanged me with such intensity that it took me several seconds to realize I won the feud!

"G-Gwen...?" I gasped loudly, dropping the screwdriver.

"Yeah, I know. We'll get your car on Monday." As Gwen fingered my pussy harder, she used the fingers on her other hand to pull my hood back, making my clit twitch.

In that moment, I didn't care that I had won. All that mattered was Gwen working my twat and the sensations coursing through my body. My nipples hardened into small rocks, stiffening as my fingers slid across them. My skin burned and tingled, my waist thrusted on its own against her hand. I could hear her fingertips smacking my G-spot; it sounded like bone thumping against wet meat, squishing loudly.

"Gwen!! GWEN!!!" I cried out, about to cum. Gwen increased her efforts, fingering me much harder and moving my clit from side to side.

Wailing, I arched my back under the desk as my pussy clamped shut on Gwen's fingers, my walls spasming around her digits. I remember trying to grab onto the flat wood under the desk to brace myself. My body bucked, my eyes squinted so tightly the darkness turned bright green. At the height of my climax, my head launched upward and slammed into the bottom of the keyboard tray with a "bang". I screamed in both pain and bliss.

"Holy shit, are you alright?" Gwen removed her fingers to pull me out from under the desk. I checked my head to see if I was bleeding.

"I think so..." I panted, coming down from my high with throbbing pain in my cranium. "Winning was worth the pain!" I laughed triumphantly.

"Rub in, why don't ya?" Gwen growled, licking my fluids off her fingers.

"Oh, I'll show you 'rubbing it in'. Bedroom. Now!" I ordered, pointing at the doorway.

Gwen scoffed and did as she was told, quickly and without a limp. Convinced that I wasn't concussed, I followed her. She was already lying in wait on the bed. Opening the bottom drawer of our dresser, I took out a bag and removed a pink strapless strap-on vibrator and a bottle of lube.

Applying lube to both ends, I buried the smaller dildo into myself, letting the business end protrude from my loins like a real cock, a pink silicon one. The vibrator was operated through an app on my phone. I switched it onto our favorite pattern, my body trembling when the toy came to life inside me.

Joining Gwen in bed, I positioned myself between her spread legs, teasing her clit and "lips" with the vibrating object. Her pussy soaked the already lubed pink dick.

Gwen panted heavily, her dark pink nipples grew to the size of thimbles. "You'll make me cum before you put it inside..." She panted.

As sexy as that would have been, I wanted to make her cum by fucking her. Circling her inner labia, I pushed the toy inside. Gwen grabbed the rails of our headboard and let out a long, blissful cry. I kept going until it was fully buried inside her and my clit rested on hers, God what a feeling!

I wasted no time ramming her, causing the toy to work its magic on us both.

"How does it feel to be taken by a winner?" I bragged, my voice deep and husky.

"Shut up and keep fucking me..." Gwen can be a sore loser sometimes.

I gave her what she wanted, thrusting the toy deeper inside while grinding my clit against hers. Gwen wrapped her legs around my ass and pulled me into a heated embrace, kissing me sloppily. She licked my tongue and lips, and I responded in kind. Her large nipples dug into my breasts, sliding across my flesh as I fucked her harder and faster. I moved my head down to lick her right one, circling the peak with my tongue before wrapping my lips around it.

"Mmmmm, maaaah... aaaaah..." Gwen loves the way I suck her tits. I released her nipple with a pop, then tended to the other. Our moaning and breathing became desperate as we edged closer to release.

I always know when Gwen is about to cum. She grits her teeth and gets quiet moments before she lets loose, which is exactly what happened. My lover let out a high-pitched shriek, and her body shook under me. Continuing to spear her, I felt her soaking my lap and pussy. I continued until I also came, adding to our shared wetness. My toes curled with every surge of energy that passed through me.

We laid in a heap together, resting and catching our breath.

"You might have won the feud..." Gwen spoke quietly between breaths, "But it's my turn to 'take the court'..." She likes bringing her favorite sport into the bedroom. She once used an actual basketball to get herself off, grinding her vagina on it. Gwen can be a dirty girl when she wants to be, and I fucking love that about her!

Knowing exactly what she wanted, I pulled the still-vibrating toy out and gave it to her. Gwen enjoys fucking me doggie style, but with her knee acting up, I would need to ride her instead.

She pushed the smaller fake cock into herself, then I straddled her, hovering above the dildo.

"I'm going to take possession of this cunt of yours..." Gwen purred, teasing my sopping hole with the tip before guiding me down and plunging it in. Grabbing my hips, she pushed in deeper until my ass was on her lap.

"Yes... 'slam dunk' me... nothing but net..." I'll admit, I have no idea what "nothing but net" means in a sexual context, but she likes the euphemism.

I rocked back and forth, and Gwen thrusted upward as best she could with a bad knee. She did quite well, the toy's simultaneous assault on my spot and cervix drove me crazy! I reached down to lightly squeeze her breasts, feeling her huge nipples in my palms. Our coupling filled the bedroom with sounds of moaning, the bed creaking, and slapping of flesh.

"Gwen... keep hitting my 'backboard', I'm about to cum..." I shivered, feeling pressure build in my loins.

"Yes, baby... I'll 'double-dribble' you until I 'run the game clock' out!!"

"Double-dribbling" meant that Gwen would fuck me twice as hard, which she did until we climaxed together. Screaming, we bucked and heaved against each other. My face tilted toward the ceiling, shouting toward the heavens, or our upstairs neighbors, whichever heard me first. Gwen's nails dug into my hips, involuntarily throwing her waist against my ass.

When our orgasms were over, I rolled off Gwen. The toy popped out of me, and I collapsed to her right. Gwen breathed loudly, her chest visibly rising. We laid together for a few minutes to recover.

"Overtime...?" I teased, knowing we were both too exhausted.

"No way," Gwen exhaled, "I'm done."

I chuckled, turning onto my side to face her.

"I thought as much." My hand moved up and down her arm. "I might have won the feud, but you're my MVP."

Gwen smiled sweetly. "You're my biggest fan, always making me feel like a winner. I love you, Tooth Girl!" She lovingly patted my belly.

"I love you, too!" We made out, cooling down from our encounter.

Once the two of us were able to, we washed off in the shower together and cleaned the toy. Our sheets were soaked with sweat and vaginal fluids, so we switched them out. With another feud settled and celebratory sex finished, Gwen and I turned in early that night.

The following Monday, I picked Gwen up from work, and we made a trip to the dealership to get my car. The salesman tried to steer us toward newer, more expensive vehicles, but I was resolute and didn't let him have his way. He eventually got the message and sold my blue beauty to me!

And what does Gwen think of it? Well, for starters, she had to go along with it no matter what, as per the rules of the Nude Feud. That aside, she drives the Focus almost as much as I do! I believe it's safe to say she loves it, as evidenced by the way she smiles when behind the wheel.

With my latest Nude Feud victory, Gwen and I are tied at three wins each. Who will break the tie? What will the next feud be about? Only time will tell!

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