Rachel Continued

It was a beautiful early April day on the date of the "Great Golf Contest" to see who would receive Joy's disputed golf-course. Wild flowers of all colors sprang forth everywhere while tender, spring-green leaves shimmered in the golden sun-shine and gentle breeze. The temperature was up to 48 degrees at about 1:30 in the afternoon, a wonderfully comfortable temperature for those scantly dressed or nude Shasheerian folk.

Rachel and Joy was among them.
Rachel wore her usual split micro-skirt and nothing else.
Joy came buck naked. She had war paint on her face that made her the visage of satan itself, and black polish on her finger-nails and toe-nails. Finally, Joy sported sixteen braids, eight on one side and eight on the other. Each was terminated with beautifully polished common pebbles.

Right away the arguments began.

"She's doin' that to psyche me out! Make her stop!" demanded Rachel to the Lawyer.

"Okay, Joy", the Lawyer-man began, "Off with the war-paint, braids and polish. And put on at least a thong or little skirt!"
"Big shit baby!" grumbled Joy to Rachel as she marched huffing and cussing to the club house.

Later, Joy came out, blond hair blowing free and light in the breeze, face clean and polish gone. But she only wore a skimpy, thread-bare tank-top.

"He said put something on!" Rachel demanded to Joy.
"I DID! Dammit!" Joy retorted, fingering her tank-top.
"No! Something over your pussy! Bitch!" Rachel fumed.

The Lawyer, from the Central Capital, looked puzzled. He asked, "I thought you people around here normally dress... like this or even... go nude."
"We DO!" volunteered Joe, a lithe and lean boy-friend of Joy's. He came to be with Joy during this contest.

Joe, wearing only a tattered, full-of-holes t-shirt with nothing below so that his penis hung out, was just Joy's size. Joy was his true Love as he was for Joy. Joy had sex often with other men, for no one man can keep Joy's cunt satisfied. But her true Love existed for Joe. Joe had sex with no other; Joy kept him totally taxed sexually. However, Rachel was continually after Joe. Naturally this riled Joy.

Joe continued, "Joy is wearing what she usually does; an old tank-top with nothing else. She don't wear no lower clothes usually. I don't either. I'm wearing a t-shirt today 'cause its a little chilly. Usually I don't wear nothin'."
The Lawyer nodded his head and said, "Well, okay. As long as they're both wearing and doing their normal thing. I want no psyche-outs, strange behaviors or any other thing designed to tease, rattle or in any way adversely effect the other player."

[ Bet you readers see the word "Lawyer" and think of a man dressed in a three piece suit and tie with shiny black shoes. Well, this is Shasheer, a different world altogether. This Lawyer's slender but well muscled body was decorated by a see-through red tank-top and snow-white thong bikini. The bikini, cut high, covered about half his hard muscle-butt. The thighs of his legs were pillars of stoney muscle due to commuting and other trips by pedal-car in the Central Capital. ]

Rachel began coughing. The Lawyer noticed not. Joe and Joy found her coughing aggravating and strange. Never sick a day in her life, why does she cough now!? they both wondered.

Amongst Rachel's coughs, Joy teed off. Whack! Nice shot. The golf-ball flew straight and true down the treacherously narrow fair-way.

Rachel prepared to tee. Her ball flopped off the tee because Rachel did not stick the tee into the ground straight.

"HAH HAH HAH!" Joy roared, guffawing loudly then continuing, "She can't even get her tee in! Hah hah!!"
"SHADDUP! BITCH!" roared Rachel, her red hair flying, her green eyes flashing.
"Okay, okay you two!" the Lawyer said, intervening, "Let's not have any of that!"

Rachel set her tee correctly with ball on top. She prepared to swing. The Lawyer gazed on Rachel's gigantic muscles. Joe did too. He whispered into Joy's ear, "I hope you know what you're doin'! She'll knock it into orbit!"
"Shh, sweetie. She'll knock it into orbit alright, but to be worth anything to her, the shot has to get it in or nearer the hole!", Joy comforted Joe.

Rachel swung. WHAP! Indeed, that ball was gone! Like a gun-shot, the ball blasted way out over the forest and hill, never to be seen again!

"... I don't think it's coming back..." muttered the Lawyer.

"DAMMIT!" roared Rachel.
"Nice shot, Rachel! But the green is over there!" Joy pointed towards the green, off some fifty degrees in angle to the direction of Rachel's shot. "Have to replace the ball! That's ten points!" Joy teased, grinning.
"SHUT UP, SHIT-BITCH!" Rachel scolded Joy, marching menacingly toward Joy. Joy got ready to fight.

The Lawyer stepped in front of a bull of a woman, far bigger and stronger than he and said, "No no, Rachel! No fights!"

Rachel was mad, but as she came up to the Lawyer, her heart softened at the sight of his hard, shapely body. She slowed and stopped, just short of "stepping" on him. His head wound up just about between Rachel's massive breasts.
With a voice quivering from the unnerving yet sexy experience, the Lawyer said, "Just get back to the game of golf..."

Rachel caressed the Lawyer's face with the nipple of her nearer breast. She purred, "Sure, anything for you. I'll spare that little bitch one more day... Mmm..."

Gently, Rachel's huge hand cupped the back of Lawyer's head, and pushed it into her nipple, as if encouraging him to suckle.

Rachel held him not as he slipped away. The Lawyer staggered back trying to maintain composure. But men have a "tell-tail" thing called a penis. Growing hard and long, it first stretched his skimpy bikini-pants to near ripping, then it slipped out. Still trying to maintain composure and ignore his body, the Lawyer quivered out, "And we'll have none of that, either!"

He unknowingly staggered back to a waiting Joy.

Next thing the Lawyer knew, a hot, tight cunt slurped its way down the entire length of his throbbing penis. In a quick series of moves, Joy had stood on tip toes, cleared its tip, and settled in for a quick poke.

"OOhhh!..." groaned the Lawyer as he, unknowingly, thrust a few times into Joy's burning furnace. He continued, voice quivering, "Look! Both you gals are going to have to stop this!..."

"Devil-dammed BITCH!" roared Rachel. Big hands grabbed the Lawyer's shoulders and pulled him away from Joy and her tight cunt. Handling the Lawyer with ease, Rachel turned him around, positioned him and cupping her large hand over both his butt-buns, rammed his penis into her cunt.

"STOP! SHIT HEAD!" screamed Joy.
"Shut up! TWO can play this game." Rachel used her hand to ram the Lawyer in and out within the depths of her genital. "Come on boy!" Rachel encouraged the Lawyer, "Let it go!"

Within seconds the Lawyer wailed from ecstasy of orgasm. Ripples of flexing muscle coursed through his hard butt as he thrust into a cunt that ate everything he could pump into it.

"PIG! Sorry worthless slut-pig-BITCH!" yelled Joy at Rachel. Rachel just ignored it.

The Lawyer, resigned by now to the excruciating good feeling, thrust his last few drops into Rachel's powerful body. Rachel let the Lawyer out of her body down to lay in the soft, cool green grass. He stretched out, relaxed and mumbled something like, "This is not... right..."

"You rest; relax..." cooed Rachel to an almost slumbering Lawyer.

Rachel stood up and began a slow, sexy walk towards Joe. She purred, "Would you like to experience me? Once you get in me, you'll never go back to that little runt!"
"Oh get away!..." Joe began to say when Joy charged Rachel with a golf-club.
Just in time Rachel saw the business-end of a 7-iron streaking toward her head. She ducked - swoosh! - The club missed by an inch!
"You sorry little rat! I'll take you apart bone by bone with my bare hands!" thundered Rachel as she lunged toward Joy.

Joy was ready. It looked like another battle between the giant and the mighty-mite when the Lawyer finally came to life and exclaimed "Rachel, if you don't stop this behavior right now I will automatically forfeit the contest and advise the golf-course be awarded to Joy. I have been instructed by your Sheriff to advise her of any aberrant behavior. Now both of you! SETTLE DOWN!"
Rachel ceased her attack on Joy and replied with voice dulcet, "Yes, sweetie!"
Joy yelled, "You see the kind of barbarian she is. Its obvious! She is merely trying to steal this land from me! This whole thing is ridiculous! Award the land to me! Its mine anyway!"
"I can't award anything. I can only advise. You, Rachel and the Sheriff entered the agreement of this contest and now it must be carried out. Now lets get on with it!"
The Lawyer barked out commands "Rachel, replace your ball. That will be ten points. Then t-off and lets get going!"
"Yes Sir, sweetie" Rachel cheerfully agreed.
"You gotta watch her always! She'll find every way to cheat or mess things up!" Joy advised the Lawyer.
"I'll keep an eye on BOTH of you!" the Lawyer replied.

Rachel got ready. More carefully this time, she lined up ball, club, fairway and...
"ACHOO!" sneezed Joy. WHACK! went the ball... over hill and dale never to be seen again!
"@%#% son of a mother-fucking son of a bitch! Dam your @#&#$!@ soul!" Rachel roared.
"Well good heavens Rachel! She can't help it if she sneezes!" exclaimed the Lawyer.
"She's never been sick a day in her wretched life! She's powered by an evil angel and never gets sick!" Rachel exclaimed.
"Well so are YOU! You've never been sick either. Satan keeps YOU goin'! Yet you coughed a while ago just rattle me!" Joy exclaimed.
"Well what do ya think that sneeze was!?" retorted Rachel.
"Girls, GIRLS! And I DO call you 'girls' because you two certainly aren't acting like grown women! You have GOT to stop this bickering!" The Lawyer turned to Joe and asked, "Joe! How about it? Do they get sick or not? You think their sneezing and coughing is made up?"
"Well... Rachel's is. I really have never seen her sick. Joy gets sick a little... she's been sneezing some the past few days..."
"THAT'S A BIG FAT STINKING LIE!!" thundered Rachel, "You're just lying for your little runt girl friend! Of course no one sees me sick. When I catch cold, I stay home rather than spreading my germs all around like Joy does!"
"LIER! You've NEVER been sick! Even when at home..."
The Lawyer interrupted, "Okay, okay! I can see we're not going to resolve this one. Okay, both of you! Try to cover your mouth when sneezing or coughing in order to try and mute the sound. You could even warn if you know you are about to sneeze or cough!"
The Lawyer, in trying to keep charge of the situation, did not give the two warring ladies time to answer but barked out the orders, "Rachel! Replace the ball. That's another ten points. T-off! And Joy, be quiet!"

"Dam little shit-bitch!" grumbled Rachel as she placed another ball on the tee.

Rachel got the ball straight this time. WHACK! The ball zoomed to the green - then over it - then straight into the forest on the other side of it..."

"HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH!!!" guffawed Joy loudly then continued,
"Magiller the Goriller,
the big dumb golfer!
HAH HAH HAH!!"
"SHADDUP BITCH!!" screeched Rachel as she threw her club with great force toward Joy.
The club zoomed toward Joy's shins. Joy leapt straight into the air just in time for the club to swoosh under her.
"Damned murdering monster tried to kill me just then!!!" exclaimed Joy.

"Look! I'm going to the Sheriff right now and report all this if any of you do any violent thing again! Now SETTLE DOWN! I'm not warning you two again!"

"Sure thing, sweetie!" cooed Rachel to the Lawyer, pursing her ruby lips as in kissing. She added, "The sweetie's cute when he's mad, ain't he?"
"Just behave! Now play golf! You'll have to replace the ball again. Now be careful Rachel. Take your time and don't use so much force!"

Rachel set up another ball and teed off. Very careful to keep it straight, she was shy of too much force. She over compensated. Her dainty shot got the ball straight down the fairway but only a quarter of the distance of Joy's ball.

Smug, Joy giggled but kept it to herself... or tried to. Rachel saw Joy's shoulders shaking in laughter. Rachel sneered Joy a dirty look.

Since Rachel's ball was so short of Joy's, she shot again to catch up.

Rachel was taking timid shots. First the ball was to one side of the fairway in the brush, then the other side. Rachel almost lost the ball again under the fallen leaves of the forest floor.

Joe was relieved. Indeed, Rachel's huge muscles were no threat. Joy skillfully navigated the ball over that treacherous golf-course. With thirty points to begin with, and still falling further behind, Rachel's chances looked slim. Rachel got caught in every sand-trap. She seemed hopeless. No longer worried, Joe began to enjoy this beautiful spring day with his Joy, his Love.

But strange, though losing terribly, Rachel continued to be cheerful and confident. She seemed to be just enjoying the nice spring day as well while she played the best she could.

Rachel could not leave the sexy Lawyer alone. Often she grazed the Lawyer's face or cheek with her big nipples. She threw kisses at him. A couple times she wrapped him up with her one big arm, drew him in and kissed him directly. He protested only a little.

One time Rachel drew the Lawyer way in, into her bosom, her "sanctity". She wrapped him in her arms and one leg. She rubbed her steaming cunt on the rump of Lawyer's hard muscle butt, wetting a portion of one side of his skimpy panties. The wet spot clinged to his skin, coloring the area flesh, rather than snow-white. Rachel seemed only intent in getting the Lawyer in her voracious cunt.

This went on for the first eight holes. Rachel was beginning to... improve! She quickly learned to aim the ball straight. Confidence regained, she hit harder now. The ball went a little further and straight. She did not get "lost in the woods" so much.

And then they arrived at the ninth hole or what many visiting Golfers nicknamed "The Dragon" or "Dragon's Back". The course twists and turns requiring the upmost skill and or care. All the time the ball must be kept centered on the ridge or it will roll down one or the other side and end up in the edge of the woods. Then it must be found, then shot back up to the ridge-top. Visiting "big-name" Golfers advised Joy to set the "par" at about 28! That's how hard it is.

Rachel took one look at that... "Is that the ninth-hole green? That there in the distance?" she asked of Joy.
Smugly, Joy replied "Sure is! You wanna give up now and spend the rest of the afternoon gettin' drunk and masturbating? You may as well!"
"Shaddup bitch! I know what I'm gonna do..." Rachel seemed to be studying the situation...
Then Rachel said to Joy, "Well go ahead! Your turn!

Rachel seemed to be observing, that, the ninth-hole green, although straight ahead, had to be arrived at via that very twisty course. The terrain of the "Dragon" course dipped a bit before coming back up to an altitude about the same as what they were at now...

Joy teed off in her usual skillful manner. She used enough force to cause the ball to fly over two twists of the course. That meant the ball actually passed over some forest. It then struck the side of the ridge Joy intended, bounced some and ended up right on top, centered.

"BRAVO!" exclaimed the Lawyer, "Wow, that's expert action! That's for sure!"

Rachel butted in and said, "Little weakling! Is that all the distance you can hit it? You aim good, I have to admit that. But you could never compete with the big names! You're just-"
"OH GET ON WITH IT!" Joy yelled, impatient. "Just because I'm not built like a gorilla as you are doesn't mean I'm weak. Gees! What a class-A meat-head!"
"Stop saying I'm like a gorilla! Just because I'm not a little runt like you..."
"Okay, okay girls! That's enough!", the Lawyer said, stopping the growing argument. "I think both of you should refrain from inflammatory statements about the other. Now play golf!"

Indeed Rachel gained a lot more confidence. Despite what Joy may say about Rachel being big and stupid, (as she often does) Rachel has shown intelligence in the past. Rachel built her own log-house and lives by herself in another part of her land away from Rachel's Mother. Rachel has considerable ability on the closest town's pipe-organ. And folks visiting her home are surprised when they see a full sized musical instrument very similar to what we call a harp in Rachel's living room. And Rachel can play it fairly well. She is not ready for the concert tour perhaps, but for having never received lessons, she is quite a surprise to hear. Of course Joy would NEVER admit to any of this.

So it does appear Rachel has a mind behind those bright green eyes and that reddish hair which is capable of learning fast. Indeed, she was catching on to this golf, a game which she has never before played.

Rachel set up her tee and ball and got ready. As usual, the sneezing and coughing began. Joy had a coughing spell. On every tee, and almost every shot, never before has there been so much coughing, hacking and sneezing. Once the Lawyer commented, with a definite edge of disgust in his voice, "This place sounds like a hospital full of sick people!" Joe agreed, saying once again, "Joy almost never gets sick and Rachel, well, at least I have never ever seen her sick."

Rachel lined up, studied, lined up again. A few practice swings. She lined up a final time... WHACK! The balled streaked, straight and true, over the entire length of the course! Then some trouble began - The ball slammed onto the nearer (to them) side of the hill the green was on. It bounced way up and over the green then landed on the far side of that same hill. The ball then rolled down out of sight.

The Lawyer was really impressed, exclaiming, "Super BRAVO! What a daring shot! Such power! Had your aim been just a little better, you would have shattered the par for this hole!"
"How do you like that, runt?" boasted Rachel loudly at Joy, as Rachel assumed a "muscle-pose" - With Rachel's huge arms up, balling tight her gigantic biceps, the sight of Rachel in such a pose was sure to impress. A less sophisticated society of people could easily mistake her for a powerful goddess of some sort. Rachel boasted more, "You could have never done that with your puny runt arms!"

The Lawyer and Joe stared at Rachel's massive physique with its huge breast-line-build and her gigantic biceps. Rachel displayed a sculpted "V" with her powerful "lats" (side-muscles) along with powerful, fully sculpted and massive butt and muscle-pillar legs to match. Rachel was truly a visage of feminine super-power.

Joy noted her precious Joe staring. Joy of course would never admit to Rachel's powerful physique. She complained to Rachel, "Okay meat-head! We've all seen your gorilla-body! Lets get on with it!"

Joe leaned to Joy and whispered in her ear, "Joy! I've never seen anybody shoot over the entire course, not even the famous golfers we've had visit here!"
"Aw, don't worry about it, sweety!" Joy replied softly to Joe, "The big gorilla bitch has to get on the green, doesn't she? She ain't doin' it!"

Joy teed off amongst Rachel's continued posing for an impressed Lawyer. Joe stole glances of Rachel's physique out the "corner of his eye", perhaps trying to keep from Joy, his fascination with Rachel's form.

And Joy perhaps kept examining Joe from the corner of her eye for her shot was off. The ball sailed off to one side and lodged itself in the woods.

"HAH HAH HAH!!" guffawed Rachel, at last breaking her pose, "Guess who's gonna have to replace the ball for ten additional points!"
"AW SHADDUP YOU BIG FAT-ASS BITCH!!!" Joy screamed, "How can I concentrate with you goofing off like some fool clown!!?!"
Joe added, "Yeah! Joy should be given another shot!"
"LIKE HELL!" roared Rachel to Joe, whom she thought she had impressed with her physique. Maybe she did impress, but Joe came to his senses and was standing up for whom he truly loved. Rachel moved toward Joe, roaring, "That bitch of yours has been harassing me, pretending to cough and sneeze, yelling insults and every other kind of thing she can think of to rattle my game!"
"GET AWAY FROM HIM, BITCH!" Joy screamed, running over and grabbing her Joe by his slender lean waist and pulling him away from "monster" Rachel.
"Aw come on slut!" Rachel yelled at Joy, "I would never hurt him! Its just that you somehow have him so... so... mesmerized or something! He doesn't see that I'm the far better woman for him. I'm far stronger, lovelier and even more intelligent than you!"
"SHADDUP you bragging, conceited whore!" Joy screamed, "You're the biggest -"
"Okay girls, ENOUGH!" yelled the Lawyer. He continued, "I can see how Rachel's astounding shot could shake one up a bit, but that is part of the game. Lets just go over there and look for your ball, Joy. I think I saw where it landed. If we can't find it, I'll let you replace the ball for only five points -"
"HEY! UNFAIR! I-"
"SILENCE!" yelled the Lawyer. "You were making a spectacle of yourself. It threw all of us off. Five points to replace Joy's ball if it can't be found. That's final!"
"Well you certainly were enjoying my spectacle! My body is the BEST!"
"Yeah!" began Joy sarcastically, "The best attraction for the circus's collection of freaks!"
"SHADDUP SLUT!!!" roared Rachel.
"Both of you shut up and play golf! Lets find Joy's ball and get on!" demanded the Lawyer.

It took a bit of a search, but they found Joy's ball (Joe saw it first) and so there was no need for the disputed five points.

Joy recovered some but not all the way. She was not her perfect self. But she managed to navigate the ball skillfully over the "Dragon's Back" and to the green's hole at one under par. Usually she is five or six under par.

Then the search for Rachel's ball began. Remember, although Rachel shot the ball here in one swing, it did behave reprehensibly upon its arrival.

After some searching, Rachel found it. It had come to rest on a protruding flat rock at the bottom of the green's hill at the forest's edge. The ball was mired in some mud at the point the rock meets soil.

This sliced nearly 30 points off Rachel's projected score, a huge advance indeed. However, Rachel used an inordinately high number of shots to get the ball in the hole once on the green, a situation that Joy made sure to laugh loudly at. Rachel ended up still way behind.

But Rachel continued to improve during the game at the nominal tenth and eleventh holes. Rachel improved on the green as well.

Then came the twelfth hole. The course itself was close to nominal for Joy's golf-course although some Golfers nicknamed it "The Cave" due to the entire length of it being narrow of fairway with high-arching trees over-head. Too high of a shot would bounce unpredictably off a tree-limb and be lost. Par had been advised to be set at 28 to 32.

But the interesting thing about this fairway was that it made a sweeping "U-turn". The tee-off point and the green were both of elevated altitude. The rest of the fairway was low, sometimes swampy. From the tee-off point, the green could be seen, way in the distance, to the right. In other words, to follow this course, one ends up carefully negotiating the ball under the arching trees, following a slow, sweeping U-turn. This is the point, in fact, that "returns" the golfer to the direction of the club-house.

Once again, Rachel seemed to be thinking about it, as she gazed at the twelfth-hole-green, shimmering in the distance...
Indeed, Rachel called upon the brutal power of her huge muscles again. The Lawyer gazed in wonderment and Joy laughed when they beheld Rachel lining up a full 95 degrees away from the usual direction for a tee-off. Rachel indeed aimed to the right, for that far off green!

"HAH HAH HAH!" guffawed Joy, "Impossible! It's twice as far as that green of the ninth hole!"
"Not quite twice as far, is it?" the Lawyer pondered, not taking into consideration that Joy would, of course, exaggerate to discourage Rachel. The Lawyer concluded, "...Hmm, maybe 40 percent further..."

Rachel lined up, studied, lined up. She shot - Joy sneezed - WHACK! went the ball.

The ball zoomed way over hill, valley, and impenetrable forest. Way way out it sailed, smashing into the side of the hill the far off green sat upon. The ball, barely visible, bounced over the green and into a sand-trap on the far-side (from them) of the green.

"WOW!!" exclaimed the Lawyer, "Unbelievable!! That's even better than last time! You're in the trap but that's far better than over-shooting and getting lost in the woods!"

As Rachel boasted and thrust her big bosom out and raised her arms, biceps balled up huge and hard in another muscle-pose for the Lawyer, Joe whispered in Joy's ear, "What are we gonna do!?"
"Aw! Don't worry about it!" insisted Joy. But with an expression of concern, Joy continued to stare at that far off green. That green was so far away, it shimmered in the distance. Never before had Joy seen any Golfer, big-named or not, make power-shots like these!

As the Lawyer admired Rachel, a large mound formed in his teeny panties with a wet spot forming at its tip. Rachel saw this of course.
"You're ready to do my cunt again? Go ahead sweetie! It'll feel good and relax ya!"
"Damned filthy whore!" grumbled Joy loudly.
The Lawyer denied his body and throbbing penis saying, "Let's just all of us go and play golf!"
"Well," began Rachel, giving Joy a smug look, "I think only 'slut the runt' there will be playing golf the next several minutes. I'm just gonna be tagging along."
"Well, lets go then, Joy." announced the Lawyer.
"Damned stinkin' shit-headed puked-up whore!" grumbled Joy rather loudly as she passed Rachel standing there proudly, hands on hips and bosom way out.

Somewhat off her game, Joy finally arrived at the green's hole after 31 shots; one under the higher of the estimated (by big-named Golfers) par.

Rachel really improved at the green. One powerful shot got her ball out of the sand-trap and onto the green. The ball nearly rolled all the way across into another sand-trap, but stopped just in time. Then Rachel had to tame her bulging muscles for the delicate touches required for putting work. She still took more shots than normal to hole the ball.

A few more holes were nominal. Rachel slowly lagged behind. But the ninth hole and twelfth hole especially narrowed the gap between Rachel's and Joy's scores.

Then starting with the fifteenth hole and on to the eighteenth and last hole, the fairways were straighter. The greens were always very distant. Stronger Golfers always like these... And guess what... Rachel liked them too!

Rachel quickly narrowed the score-gap and... at the eighteenth green, despite, still, an inordinately large number of putts to get the ball in, Rachel... WON! By two points!"

Though the cool five-o-clock April-sun shone cheerfully, and the spring-green leaves danced a twitter in the sunshine and breeze, it may as well been mid-night for Joy.

With Rachel striking muscle-pose after muscle-pose for a Lawyer whose penis nearly tore a hole getting out from his confining teeny panties, Joy left a club-house that was no longer hers. Tended to by a loving Joe, Joy glumly entered her pedal-car-for-two in the seat behind Joe (the "stoker's" seat for you tandem bicycle enthusiasts). Joe thought he better steer the twisting winding trails to Joy's (and recently, Joe's) mountain home.

While pedaling home, Joe noted he was pedaling harder than normal to keep up normal speeds... obviously, Joy was not helping much. He complained not, knowing the condition of Joy's mind.

Although depressed over it, Joy, and Joe while expending many a choice cuss-word out on Rachel, accepted the defeat. However, few other people did.

Starting with Joy's Mother... She marched into the Sheriff's office demanding her land back. "How DARE you award MY land to that big fat stinking slut!!? I know who I'm NOT voting for along with all of my friends when election time comes, Missy!"
"But remember," began a harassed Sheriff, "Rachel and Joy entered this agreement themselves. You are NOT alone, however. I have been getting complaints all day! Mostly from guys!"

Indeed, many men frequented the club-house. Most were not Golfers but came to see Joy sing her mystic music, dance, and generally be entertaining. And often, there was free beer.

Rachel charged for beer. And although she danced in a sexy manner, men came away commenting "her dancing strikes me as a little vulgar" and like. None of them could figure out why. Joy danced as sensuously as any. She even masturbated while dancing. But she had a finer way...

The Sheriff tried to wiggle out of the legally binding contract. But she simply could not, within the confines of Shasheer's and her province's laws, reverse the awarding of the golf-course...

A tax bill for Joy's Mother's land came. As usual, the bill had Joy's Mother's name on it, only her name. The bill was addressed,
Angel Of Cosmos
318 Highway N-S 15
Cripple Creek (nearest town), Cripple Creek (Province)
Joy had opened it. She noted the land that was now Rachel's was still billed to them. This angered Joy. She took the bill to her Mother, Cosmos, and showed her.

"Well its still billed to me because..." Cosmos stopped, totally arrested in movement and speech...
"Because why?" Joy asked, waiting.
"That's IT!"
"What's it?"
"I'll bet that big slut and that stupid Sheriff didn't realize... I have NOT YET conceded ANY land to you my Daughter, now that you are grown, to co-own with me! Yes! Not yet! NOT by way of intent but just because of absent-mindedness and neglectfulness!"
Cosmos stood up elated! She continued, "ANY Farmer will, of course, gladly concede co-ownership of land to their Daughters or Sons... if they remember to! But I'm either too tired or I got some man drillin' away at my cunt to ever think straight!... YES! That's IT! Come on Joy! We're going to see that Sheriff and tell her a thing or two!!"

At the Sheriff's office, the Sheriff was a captive audience, really a captive audience to Cosmos as she wailed away at the Sheriff's carelessness.
"This agreement is USELESS!", Cosmos screamed, "Null and void!!! Joy has NO authority to enter any agreement regarding my land!!!"
"Well, (gulp)" began the Sheriff, "I'll get Rachel off your land -"
"Don't BOTHER! WE'LL DO IT!!!"

By that day's eve, Rachel was gone!

Even against Joy, Rachel often gets beaten due to Joy's zippy hit and run fighting method. Add to that, a much bigger (a typical seven-feet-two, 330 pounds) Cosmos, and Rachel had not a chance.

Of course Rachel complained to the Sheriff, but to no use. Rachel cussed out the Sheriff's carelessness after hearing the agreement was made with somebody that had no authority over the land. She had no choice but to give it up.

Later, victory done, Joy asked Mom, Cosmos, if she could now have the golf-course.
"NO WAY!!!" was Cosmos's answer. "You bone-head!" began Cosmos to her Daughter, "You nearly messed up BIG time. Just that my negligence nullified your stupidity! You really need to get some age and education on you before I give any land to you."

Joy had no choice. At age 100, Joy would automatically receive co-ownership of the land by law. But for Joy, that was sixty-five years off. So for now, agreeing with her Mom's stipulations was the only way to get the land sooner.

[Remember you all, Shasheerians commonly live to be any where from 320 to 350 years before they are called back to await another go at it. A hundred years is still youngish to a Shasheerian.]

This is indeed the time Joy was talked into college. Mom's orders were "College and ten more years of life. Then the golf-course will be yours completely. Not just co-owned with me; yours; completely!"

This incident went down as the worst Rachel and Joy had in their years the two, aged the same, knew each other. As mentioned before, Rachel and Joy had even been friends in the past... Lovers as well. There was a while Joy loved sucking Rachel's huge clit, and of course, Rachel enjoyed the wrenching orgasms such produced. But during the days, weeks and months after losing the golf-course (after first winning it), Rachel stayed at home mostly, steaming in anger at Joy.

After a long while, Rachel came to know Joy didn't realize the land was not hers. Joy did, after all, concede defeat. Only a legal glitch retrieved, as it turned out, NOT Joy's land but Cosmos's land.

Finally, one morning, Rachel came in to Joy's club house when only Joy was there. As soon as Joy saw Rachel, she got ready to fight... but only for a couple seconds. Joy could see Rachel was not here to fight.
"May I just do some golf on your golf-course? Please? I'll pay..."
Joy thought a few seconds then said, "Oh, sure! Go knock yourself out. You don't gotta pay!"
"Thank you" Rachel said softly. She quietly proceeded out to the "links".

Joy gazed at Rachel's magnificent physique as Rachel walked out. Rachel was especially nice looking for some reason this morning. Her glowing red hair was smooth, bangs cut clean and straight. Rachel's green eyes sparkled. Her posture was erect and balanced and her skin complemented her muscles with its beautiful copper-tan color.

Shortly afterward, Joy's heart softened toward Rachel. Rachel became a super Golfer, and the big-namers soon noticed. It wasn't long before Rachel was sponsored on some tours. She began to win big tournaments.

Rachel knew her trophies and financial winnings were due, in a large part, to Joy's golf-course.

In little more than a year, Joy was home from college for the summer. As on many balmy summer evenings that year, Rachel laid on a cool grassy hill-top in sight of splendid mountain scenery, propped up on her elbows so she could see out. The sun was just below the mountains to the west. Silhouetted dark purple-black, the mountains contrasted ruggedly with a fire-orange sky. Early stars twinkled directly over-head in velvety dark-blue.
Rachel's enjoyment of the view was interrupted only by the excruciating pleasure coming from Rachel's cunt. The adorable blond head of Joy nestled between Rachel's massive legs while Joy sucked away on Rachel's clit. Joy brought the mighty Rachel to orgasm after head-splitting orgasm.

Joe also enjoyed Rachel's genital at last. He actually had to be talked into it by Joy. Joe met Joy just before the golf-course crisis. But now Joy and Joe took turns enjoying the massive, and giving, magnificent Rachel!

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