The Joggers Duel Part 2
by Kamafight

The two women stood side-by-side, all ready for the race. They would race to a tree that was about 200 meters from where they stood. It was going to be one intense sprinting contest between the two naked buxomly women.

- I am going to say go and we can start running then, said Irene.

- I hope you don't cheat you bitch, said Jane with contempt.

- I am no cheat you stupid fat bitch, said Irene.

- We will see about that, said Jane distrustfully.

The two women kneeled on the ground, one leg in front and the other behind, placing their fingers on the ground in the typical sprinters stance. Their tremendous mammaries hung down and both of them glanced sideways to catch a glimpse of their opponent's breasts.

- What are you looking at bitch?, asked Jane.

- The same thing you are looking at you slut, Irene retorted.

- You find my breasts attractive don't you, lesbian slut?, said Jane.

- I am not into saggy breasts honey, replied Irene.

- Why don't you cut the shit and start the race, challenged Jane.

- Are you in a hurry to get beaten? , mocked Irene.

- No I am in a hurry to beat your fat ass, replied Jane.

- We will see about that bitch, said Irene angrily.

- We will bitch, Jane retorted.

Both of them were silent. The pre race trash talk was over. Irene hunched herself to begin the race and Jane matched the pose.

- GO!!!, Irene yelled and immediately the two women were off like a couple of cats.

The two women ran like their lives depended upon this race. Jane was in the front for a second or two and Irene got a nice view of her opponent's bovine, naked butt. Irene noticed that Janes naked back was very sweaty.

And then Irene increased her pace and overtook Jane. It was Jane's turn to see her competitor's naked and sweaty backside.

For a few seconds they ran like that, Irene in front and Jane right behind her. Both women knew it was a short race and that they only had to apply for themselves for less than five minutes to win the race.

But Irene seemed more determined this time around. Her loss in the first race had made it imperative for her to win this race. To even things out with Jane. It was woman's pride at play here.

Now they were nearing the tree, which was the finishing point. The women were putting so much effort into the race that their legs were beginning to hurt. They gave out cries and gasps in anticipation of victory.

Jane caught up with Irene and now they were running side-by-side. It was only about 10 meters to the finishing line. The women were really beginning to tire, especially Jane as she was putting in that extra effort to keep up with Irene.

The naked rivals were only about 1 meter from the finishing line when Jane could take it no longer. She was going at such a momentum that she lost control and collapsed to her side. Irene had sensed that Jane was beginning to tire and was thinking that her victory was a foregone conclusion, when Jane fell onto her.

Irene reacted quickly, turning her body towards Jane's. Jane was so exhausted that she fell directly onto Irene's body. Bare breasts rubbed against bare breast, even as Jane wrapped her arms around Irene's naked torso in an attempt to break her fall. Sweaty and perspiring bodies met as the naked women banged into each other.

Irene felt herself getting pushed backwards due to the weight of Jane's body. In an attempt to regain her balance Irene also wrapped her arms around her rivals naked torso. The two heavy and flabby women fell in a heap across the finishing line. Jane on top of Irene, sweaty arms and legs unintentionally entwined, like they were two lovers jumping into bed.

Such was the force and the momentum with which they had fallen that they rolled around naked on the ground past the tree, deeper into the woods with their naked bodies wrapped around each other. If anyone had been watching, they would have thought that the two women were lovers mating in a delirious sexual frenzy.

After about five seconds, the tightly entwined rivals lost momentum and their naked bodies came to a standstill under a tree. Irene was on top and she realized that her breasts were on Jane's face. She could also feel Jane's hairy crotch rubbing against her thighs.

Jane let out a muffled groan as she tried to get Irene's sweaty breasts off her face. Her face was buried between Irene's enormous mammaries. She could almost lick the sweat off them.

The two women were so tired that neither could move. Jane made no effort to push Irene off her. Irene lifted her breasts off Jane's face and onto Jane's breasts. There was a thwack sound as two pairs of sweaty breasts jostled against each other. Irene rested her face in Jane's neck, and Jane rested her hand in Irene's hair. The duo wrapped their hands even tighter, squeezing their naked bodies even closer.

The two competitors were so tired that they lay like that, one on top of the other trying to catch their breaths. As they breathed heavily, their breasts and stomachs heaved against each other. Both women were aware of the amorousness of their position. They were both sweating profusely like lovers who had just come to the orgasmic end of an intense session of sex. Their bodies were a bit dirty thanks to the fall they had taken. The air around them was pungent with the smell of sweat and exertion.

They lay wrapped together for a few more moments, before Jane could not handle Irene's weight any longer. She pushed Irene off her, breaking their mutual embrace.

Irene got up to her feet and stretched herself. A few seconds later, Jane did the same.

- I won, said Irene.

- What? You must be kidding, said Jane in shock.

- Of course I did, I was all set to beat you before you ran into me, said Irene in an irritated voice.

- Oh don't give me that bull; the race was a tie, reasoned Jane.

- I was beating you when we fell down. You cheated you bitch, said Irene angrily.

- Oh no I did not, Jane retorted.

- Yes you did, Irene was adamant.

- No I did not, Jane repeated.

- You are a cheating bitch, Irene was very angry now.

- And you are a flabby bitch; you just lost balance when I fell on you, taunted Jane.

- You are the flabby one, look at your breasts they are sagging already, said Irene.

Jane recoiled from Irene's acid comment about her breasts.

- So you think my breasts are saggy do you?, asked Jane angrily.

- Oh yes I do, Irene confirmed.

- I think your breasts are saggy too, said Jane.

- Oh yeah?, asked Irene.

- Yeah, Jane replied.

- Then maybe we should pit our breasts against each other, said Irene.

- Yeah we should, agreed Jane.

- What do you have in mind?, asked Irene.

- Lets compete with our breasts, said Jane.