The farmers and the aqualady
by Joe Rathbun
A tale of the Central Mountains Republic, part 3

The day became dark, the air cooled, and the sky over-head, deep
royal-blue. In the sky to the west, the sun had just set. Colors
graduated from pastel orange to yellow, whitish-green then blue,
as the eye moves from just over the silhouette of the mountains to
over-head. The planet Venus shimmered bright, as if beckoning the
other stars to follow.

Inside the darkened farm-house, with nobody around, the aquarium
lights were not on yet. Aqua Lady wished the farmers would return
and turn on the lights. She wanted to see the lovely fish. But no
matter, she just grabbed the artificial penis again and enjoyed
another round of masturbation!

At last, from out of that typically beautiful mountain evening,
Franky and Veronica, both nude, finally returned from the fields.

"Alright, Miss Aqua Lady! Let's light up your life!" Veronica
announced as she switched on the Aquarium lights. "Hey! What are
THOSE?" she added upon seeing the colorful, finny newcomers.

"What is it?" Franky asked from where he turned on dining-room and
kitchen lights.

Veronica's and Franky's tired faces brightened when they beheld
the added colorful fish.
"How did THEY get in there?" Franky wondered out loud.

Happy, as always, to see them, Aqua Lady swam joyously around the
aquarium for a bit, then pointed out her new companions. Then she
showed them her "toy"!

It took Veronica a few seconds of examination of the object while
a beaming Aqua Lady held it next to the Aquarium glass for Veronica
to see. When Veronica saw what the toy resembled, and its possible
use, her eyes nearly popped out!
"WOW! Look at THAT! I want one of those! I wonder how she got it!?
WHOOEEE! That'd FEEL GOOD inside me! That'd be FUN!"
"Maybe Jonathan and Sarah gave it to her... and the fish too!",
suggested Franky, "I just remembered, they said they were comin'
out today."
"Oh yeah! That's right! But I wonder where THEY found it!? ... Oh!
Here's a note! Read it for me, Franky!"

Although Veronica CAN read, she finds it a pain, especially when
it comes to somebody's hand-writing and their use of the Central
Capital alphabet and its 38 letters. Franky, raised in the fringes
of the Central Capital, finds it easy. "Country" alphabets range
from little more than 10 to 20, some differently-formed, letters,
depending on which part of the Central Mountains Republic one is
in.

Franky read Sarah's note quickly then said, "It's from Sarah. She
just says that the fish are for company of sorts for Aqua Lady and
also says - hah-hah-hah, 'Veronica, keep your mitts off Aqua Lady's
toy!' Hah-hah-hah!" Franky found it hard to keep from laughing. But
Veronica was drooling!
"She doesn't say where she got that!?"
"Nope!"
"DAM!"

From outside, the sounds of cows bellowing to be milked could be
heard. Veronica's breasts felt uncomfortable. Obviously evening
milking time, Veronica went back outside under almost black-dark
skies to milk her cows.
Franky went to the bathroom to shower, but was so tired, he thought
he would lay on the floor temporarily just for a quick snooze, then
shower. Sweaty, he did not want to lay on a bed and thereby soil
it. But as soon as Franky became horizontal, he zonked out
completely!

Veronica, done with the cows, came back in to express herself.
Entering by way of the kitchen door, the aquarium is partially
visible. In the corner of Veronica's eye, she noticed frenzied
activity within the aquarium. She stepped in for a quick look.

Aqua Lady had that artificial penis in her hand, surging it back
and forth in and out of her ferocious genital, from all the way to
the hilt, to just the "head" barely inside her vagina-lips.
Thrusting the entire 18 inches hard and fast, Veronica watched and
drooled... not her mouth, but her genital. With vaginal secretions
dribbling down her inner thighs, Veronica witnessed Aqua Lady's
fearsome climax. Eyes wincing, hips shimmying powerfully, waves and
waves of tough tummy-muscle energizing big thrusts, Aqua Lady
convulsed from orgasm. Veronica felt that weird pain in her ears
as Aqua Lady's mouth opened in a "silent" yell.

Climax past, Aqua Lady sank down and onto her back, passed out. The
artificial penis was still three-quarters in her vagina.

"WHEW!" Veronica exhaled. With her own genital aching badly, she
went back to the kitchen to express her breasts' milk. And that was
no help, for the act of expressing always made Veronica's genital
ache a little anyway. Before sitting, settling for expressing,
Veronica had to wipe off her inner thighs of her genital's
considerable secretions. She sat, with her legs spread, to keep her
vaginal area as dry as possible as her genital continued to ache
and secrete juice.

Done with expressing, Veronica put away the bottles of her milk and
the expressor. She went back in the dining area to see the
aquarium. Aqua Lady, awake and with artificial penis in hand, saw
Veronica. Aqua Lady smiled at Veronica as she held the artificial
penis close to herself, fondling it. Veronica's genital ached
badly.

Veronica turned to leave the room, intending to wake up Franky and
rape him. As she began to leave, she heard a splash from the
aquarium - she turned - she saw Aqua Lady holding the artificial
penis out of the water and over the aquarium wall; offering it to
Veronica.

Excited and smiling a crazy smile, Veronica, with little
hesitation, took the artificial penis. Aqua Lady settled to watch
what Veronica would do.

After looking it over and feeling it with her fingers, Veronica
walked over to and leaned on the dining-table, bending at the
waist. She reached with the artificial penis in hand to behind her
big muscle-butt. Spreading her long legs, alive with flexing
muscle, she inserted the artificial penis through her crotch and
into her starving, aching genital.
"OOOHHHH!" Veronica groaned, loudly and long! Using that "from-
behind" way that Veronica likes so much, she began thrusting the
toy penis with great vigor. In only a few strokes, Veronica was
screaming powerfully from an excruciating orgasm blasting its way
through her body.
Convulsing, she fell to the floor, loosing grip of the artificial
penis.
Panting, moaning and groaning, she desperately fumbled for it; she
craved more. But seized by excruciating pleasure, Veronica had no
motor-control. She lolled on the floor helplessly, her genital
blazing with piercing pleasure.

Awakened by her screams and thudding to the floor, Franky came in -
 "WOW! How'd you get that? You DID use it then!..."
"OH FRANKY! FUCK ME! Or use THAT! Just FUCK ME! SOME WAY, SOME
HOW!"
Veronica's sex-crazed state frightened Franky just a little. But,
although he never saw Veronica quite like this before, it was
stimulating. Since he was nude, nothing held back his perking up
penis.
Franky knelt down to his almost helpless Veronica. He picked her
off the floor and helped her to an "all-fours" position, like some
forest animal, then "mounted" her, like a buck does a doe.

Using her favorite position, Franky rammed rigid penis through her
crotch and into her hungry vagina. Her vaginal juices stung his
still-healing blisters, but it merely added to Franky's excitement.
Franky thrust mightily, shoving and thrusting his engorged penis
as far as he could then almost pulling it out, in each thrust. That
way gave Veronica maximum effect. She soon began wailing again as
they fell sideways and climaxed on the floor.

After only a brief spell of relative quiet, Veronica had to do it
again. Franky, with healing wounds on his penis and tired from the
day's farming, could not, or should not, go through another round
of sex with this voracious woman. But he and his healing sex-organ
were spared Veronica's never-ending sex-hunger by the artificial
penis.

Franky watched with delight as Veronica scrambled to all-fours and
rammed the toy penis through her crotch into her genital from
behind. In and out Veronica pushed and pulled. As she drew toward
climax, she began to loose grip on the penis. Franky parked himself
on his knees behind Veronica's huge butt and helped.
"PULL IT IN AND OUT AS HARD AS YOU CAN!! OOOHHH! I CAN TAKE IT!
OOO! FEELS GOOD!!"
With BOTH hands, from behind Veronica on her all-fours, facing her
big, brown muscle-butt, Franky surged the thing in and out of her
heavy-duty vagina as hard as he could. Through her crotch and into
her furnace went the toy penis as Franky thought, "boy, it's
gettin' a beating!"
Up-coming orgasm gripped Veronica as she lost control of herself
again. She involuntarily assumed a kowtow or deep bowing position
as her arms collapsed. With her huge butt being the highest part
of her now, she wailed and screamed loudly.

After her third orgasm, she finally had enough. Veronica rolled
away from Franky after he pulled the beaten and soaked toy penis
out of Veronica. She rested on her back, on the floor. "Give it to
me!" she ordered.
She grabbed the artificial penis and pushed it into her vagina
about half way... and left it there!

Her big bosom heaving as she panted, she eventually settled and
involuntarily fell asleep... as did Franky.

Aqua Lady watched the whole thing, unnoticed by them. With her
fingers in her genital, she "enjoyed" the "show"! But now, Aqua
Lady was helpless to get her toy penis back. The two land people
were "shut down" completely and the artificial penis remained IN
Veronica for quite a while.

No matter, it seemed, as Aqua Lady settled to sleep. Having
masturbated while watching Franky and especially Veronica do it,
she too had enough... for a short while. And she knew one of them
would return her treasured toy as soon as one of them awoke.



Later, watching Aqua Woman's many masturbations while using the toy
penis effected Franky and Veronica badly. They hungered for more
than the usual sex, but had to go easy on Franky's blisters. They
managed, with Franky sucking Veronica's clitoris and the use of
penile sheaths... and other ideas...



The gifts would keep Aqua Lady occupied for a while, but not for
long. Jonathan went hard at work to find Aqua Lady's lake and
return her to it. First, Scientists would want to come and look
her over, a natural result of Marine Biologist Jonathan contacting
his friends and acquaintances in the Central Capital from his
Government Marine Biologist days. He would need high-powered
assistance in returning the Aqua Woman back to her home lake in a
manner healthy to her.

The note Sarah left also mentioned they would get visits by
Scientists for a few days starting a couple days from now. Sarah
and Jonathan radioed them as well with updates on when they might
come. That warned Veronica to neaten up her house.

And the Scientists did indeed begin coming, from the Central
Capital and particularly, the University of Central Capital. Being
from the big Central Capital, they brought with them fashions of
interest to Veronica.

One Lady Scientist had what WE would call an "Afro" style of hair,
although the Mountain Race people do not have that term. Veronica
found the Woman's dark, reddish brown hair with so many curls and
out so large like that fascinating! It also helped offset that
particular woman's extra beefy body. Only 7-foot-1, she was 360
pounds of heavy bones and stony muscle.

The long, slit dresses some of the women wore stimulated Veronica's
fancy. Also, many of the women and men wore a tank-top t-shirt over
bikini. Topless all her life except for winter time cover-all
coats, Veronica thought that would be sexy, both on her AND her
Franky.

And the speech or accent, the big city accent of the Scientists was
cool, Veronica thought.

The scientists brought many interesting pieces of gear. Among the
most interesting were the under-water microphones and speakers.
With the audio equipment able to record and analyze ultrasonic
frequencies, they found out indeed, that Aqua Lady speaks in a
voice so high pitched, as to be inaudible to land humans. Over 80
percent of the sounds coming from Aqua Lady are above 20,000 cycles
per second, beyond the range of most land-people's ears.

The last visitors that came to Franky and Veronica's house
fascinated them in particular. These folks, two women and one man,
were only six and a half feet tall, jet-black hair, and had
beautiful copper-toned, reddish, dark skin. They had pretty, slit-
like brown eyes. One woman wore only a white patch just barely
covering her genital and that's all! The other woman wore a thing
like a one-piece bathing suit as did the man.

With little variation between the man's and the woman's, the one
pieces soared exceedingly high over the leg and hip, and
exceedingly low below the arm. Slender straps went over the
shoulders. And a single, narrow strip of cloth dove down from the
main suit, through the crotch and between the legs, between the
cleavage of their butt-buns (so it couldn't be seen) to rejoin the
main suit in back. The narrow strip of cloth BARELY covered their
genitals. Veronica wanted ones for herself and Franky.

The three were NOT Scientists, but Government Officers of some
kind. Though unknown and new and fascinating to the country gal
Veronica and her Franky, WE know these dark-skinned people to be
members of the BETA Race, who descended from, thousands of years
ago, the ancestors of The American Indian.

Veronica would get her chance to buy these clothes that fascinated
her so. They were given sums of money for each time a group of
Scientists set up their equipment in Veronica's house. With the
extra money in hand, Veronica and Franky received news THEY were
going on a trip themselves to the Central Capital...

"To assist in more quickly finding Aqua Woman's lake, the two of
you will be taken to the Central Capital and then on to its
International Airport." explained Jonathan. "From there, all of us
will be flown back over here, then, flying low, you are to identify
your farm, the general area that you first found Aqua Lady, and
from there, we will search the most likely areas for the lake."
"WOW! We're going to the Central Capital!" breathed Veronica,
excited.
"And then ride an airplane!" added Franky.
"And how about the train?" Jonathan pointed out. "You will be
taking the train to the Central Capital! It's a three-day trip
through real beautiful and wild country! I've gone before a number
of times. You'll be staying in a room almost like a hotel. But the
scene out the window is constantly changing, moving. And a train
restaurant which is in what they call the dining car, has meals you
can get to eat there, or take to your room. A super way to travel!"
"How are you paying for all of this?" Veronica asked Jonathan.
"Oh I'M not. This is in the Government's hands now, THEY'RE paying
for it. And they are paying you as well for your time. So this is
a good chance for the two of you to get in something like a
vacation!"
"Wow! Super!" exclaimed Veronica and Franky similarly.



Indeed, a few days later found Veronica and Franky along with
Jonathan and Sarah waiting to board a "sleeper" car of a train. In
the subdued light and chill of something like 6 A.M, Veronica, nude
except for a shawl about her shoulders along with her Franky clad
only in a g-string, stepped into a great, silvery "building" on
wheels. Inside, it felt as if they were in a small hotel, rather
than a vehicle.
Jonathan, dressed in something resembling extremely brief, red
shorts that had a tantalizing small split on each side and filled
tight by the huge muscles of his legs, followed Sarah after
Veronica and Franky. Sarah wore a red, split micro-skirt and
nothing on top. She temporarily wore a shawl about her shoulders
but that would come off later. The shawl was ONLY for her
shoulders; her big firm bosom and nipples were out in full view,
in the morning's fresh air and chill.

Veronica has seen trains many times, and just as up close as she
was at the moment of stepping onto the car.
Being a Farmer, when she harvests her berries and apples and uses
her mighty legs to pull huge trailer-fulls behind her pedal-car,
this is the general area where she goes. But she delivers her crops
some distance further back.
The freight-half of the train ends up back there. That part of the
train-station doubles as the Farmers' market. Buyers, folks from
big grocery stores and restaurants of the Central Capital, are
there, to look various Farmers' crops over, decide on quality and
then purchase. Then the train is right there behind them so they
can rush the highly perishable berries to the Central Capital
grocery stores and restaurants.
Often, after a purchase, it is the Farmer, like Veronica, who must
load her produce onto the refrigerated freight car. Someone helps
and directs where to place the crates, but Veronica, like other
Farmers, must do most of the work.

But now, for the first time in both their lives, Veronica and
Franky found themselves sitting in a nicely appointed small bedroom
aboard a train bound for the Central Capital. Jonathan's employees
and some Scientists would care for Aqua Lady while they were gone.
One of Jonathan's employees knew how to milk cows. She kept the
cows milked and comfortable. And of course, Veronica took her
expressor with her.

The train took three days and two nights of winding and threading
its way through the mountains. Some of the mountain country was
very rugged, remote and wild. At times the train moved very slowly,
apparently taking care around sharp turns. At other times, it was
just struggling up a huge climb, taxing the three locomotives of
8000 horse-power each.

The second day out found them in the midst of the wildest land
possible. Absolutely no human habitation was to be seen. Add to
that, an air of eeriness was provided by dark, stormy weather that
had the area in its grips. The driving rains and darkness lasted
from day break of the second day until nearly its end. But still
it was overcast. It was not until the third day they saw the sun
again.

About early morning of the third day, they crossed "The Wall", one
of many ranges of mountains that appear to surround the Central
Capital and the elevated plateau it is within. Thrilling to
Veronica and Franky was the last few hours when their train
penetrated the big city of the Central Capital.

Now in the Central Capital, they, especially Veronica, would change
their dressing habits. Veronica could not wait to invade the big
city's stores!

All during the train ride, Franky wore a worn, thread-bare g-
string that barely contained his relaxed penis while Veronica went
naked, as was her habit, on the train. Everywhere they went,
including the dining car, they were so attired.

Although nudity is certainly not considered wrong in Mountain Race
society, most travelers wear a little clothing at least. Total
nudity with "accessories" like bracelets, arm bands, beads around
neck and around the waist and so on, is a "fashion" itself in the
streets of the Central Capital. However, plain, stark nudity,
without the accessories, is a relaxed, weekend style practiced
mostly by women except those who are part of the Beta Race. On the
train, Franky and Veronica drew a little, interested, "approving"
type attention from their fellow travelers. They may have been
considered extreme by some, or simply regarded as "country
bumpkins".

But once off the train and into the Central Capital, Franky and
Veronica soon looked like city people after Veronica finished with
the stores and the hair-dressers!
Veronica sported a bouffant and wore the one-piece bathing suit
attire, a scarlet-red one at that. Franky wore a tank top over a
bikini, all white. The bikini covered some of his butt buns, but
it was made of mesh, so his flesh still shined through.



Next day, it was time for the airplane ride. The pilot, Carol,
Stood 7-foot-4, taller than average, and weighed 340 pounds. She
was lean and strong but gentle. She always smiled a calm way and
acted calm. Often quiet, her hair was NOT quiet! Bright, fire-
orange, it was cut short and pert with bangs in her eyes.
Offsetting her hair was her purple mesh bikini. Always topless, her
big breasts with prominent nipples fanned the air and always
arrived first ... unless she was seated...

With this Pilot Carol, they strode quickly across the expanse of
concrete at Central Capital International Airport to the parking
areas for small to medium planes. Veronica made sure she was at
Carol's side as they walked. Veronica was excited about this as was
Franky, on Carol's other side. They had many questions about planes
and flying. Jonathan, Sarah and a few Scientists with cameras
followed.

As they approached the sleek, Lear-Jet-like aircraft, Veronica drew
a breath in awe. "WOW! Man! Is this YOURS!?"
Carol replied restraining laughter, "No, NOT my PERSONAL property,
but I'm the Captain, and am responsible for its up-keep and first
echelon maintenance."
"Who DOES own something like this?" Veronica asked.
"It's owned by the University Of Central Capital. They have a few
other jets like this plus some other planes along with an
exploration vessel anchored way east, on the Atlantic Ocean." Carol
replied.

With Carol they climbed aboard the jet. The jet was a 10-seater,
and Pilot Carol was right there to explain things.

"It's all very exciting but I don't understand why we must go on
this plane trip all the way back to where we WERE over our farm."
ask Veronica.
"Don't ask questions, just enjoy it! I am!" Franky said.
Jonathan explained, "This jet can not land any where near Mountain
Lake Park or your farm. Yet flying is the very fastest way we can
find the probable lake Aqua Lady came from. We KNOW she was washed
to where you found her by that squall-line front. And you have told
me there are mountains just beyond your farthest out, north-west
fields. Well I predict, there is a yet un-discovered, or at least,
un-recorded or un-charted lake just beyond those mountains."

Carol announced and reassured, "We will be flying over mach-2. We
will be to your area in only a few hours. Then we'll slow down, fly
low, and you all point out your farm and the general area of fields
where you found this... this, what was it, fish-woman, and then
we'll fly straight over the mountains from there. The lake for
which we search should be there."

While they were gabbing away, their jet taxied to then waited at
the extreme end of a very quiet airport, waiting slow moving
experimental gliders to get out of the way. Its engines, producing
a whining and humming sound which was strange to Veronica's and
Franky's ears, eagerly waited.

"Okay, Carol, in flight 1008, clear for take off!" rattled the
radio.
"Okay, hang tight, this'll be over in a jiff!" Carol reassured as
her hand grasped two engine controls at once and eased them
forward, all the way!

Right away, the whistles and hums grew louder and increased in
pitch. A loud rushing sound swelled to a rumbling thunder, and
Veronica and Franky held their seat arms tight as they felt
themselves pushed hard back into the seat. The run way moved under
them, slowly at first but quickly increased to a blurring speed.
The thundering, rumbling sound from the engines gave way to a
smoother, medium-low-pitched hum, but was still accompanied by
various other rushing-wind and rumbling noises. Continuing for some
seconds, they roared faster and faster. Suddenly tilting upward,
part of the noise ceased, the run way pulled away and downward and
a wafting feeling, unsettling to Veronica, thrilling to Franky,
settled in.

Soon, as the ground quickly pulled away downward and back, they
were able to see far and wide, the entire country-side. They could
see Central Capital and the C.M.R. Tower sitting on its high hill.
The ground continued to pull away. They heard a heavy "WHOMP!"
"WHAT'S THAT!?" yelled Veronica and Franky both in unison.
"That's the wheels settling in the wheel-wells," replied Carol, in
her calm, business like voice, "I've retracted gear."
They broke through lower clouds.
"Wow! Look at that!" Franky gasped, holding Veronica's hand.
As they approached the clouds then went through them, they were
just like fog. And AS they passed through the vaporous clouds, they
could see from how fast the clouds streaked by, they were a
projectile, moving out really fast! It was unsettling to Veronica
and even to Franky.
Soon after clearing the clouds and just like the ground before were
now pulling away, speedily down and back, they heard the sound of
the engines' droning sound decrease in pitch some.
"What's happening!?" exclaimed Veronica.
"I'm decreasing engines from 110 percent thrust to 90 percent
thrust," replied Carol, "since we are safely up from the ground
now."

Higher up now, the action slowed and the plane completed its ground
to air transition; that is, no more whomps, bumps, changes in pitch
and so on... except one...
After ascending so high that the world below was awash in blue with
white patches, the noise had reached a very loud level. In fact,
it became deafening. Veronica and Franky looked around, anxious.
Suddenly, the noise subsided... and it was much quieter! Only some
swishing, rushing noises and droning of engines...
"What happened!?" Asked Veronica and Franky, again almost in
unison.
"We just reached, then surpassed mach-one," replied Carol calmly,
in her soothing, low voice. She turned her head, her orange hair
swirling luxuriantly outward and around with it, towards them. She
smiled, saying, "Mach-one means one times the speed of sound. We
are now traveling faster than sound waves. You always hear a noise
like that just before surpassing mach-one."

NOW things settled into routine. Quiet and smooth, their great
speed was hardly noticeable.



Enroute, an interesting meteorological phenomenon was observed. As
they headed north-eastward, the abundance and thickness of a very
high altitude, flat (stratus) cloud increased. First it was patchy.
Close to their own dizzying altitude, they flew just barely above
it. In fact, Carol climbed a little higher to stay above it as it
became thicker. From it, they could get the feel of the absolutely
whizzing speed they were at! The cloud was continuous. It stretched
forever ahead of them, gleaming super-white against a deep, royal-
blue sky.
"What on earth is that thing?" asked and commented Veronica, "It
looks like a cartoonized scene of heaven!"
Carol replied soothingly, "It's just a storm system. It'll not
effect us. We'll pass it soon."

The cloud grew thicker and bumpier looking. Piled up clouds looking
like white cotton candy projected through the flat cloud in places.
Then ahead, dangerously camouflaged as white as the clouds, were
snow-white peaks of extremely high-reaching mountains. Deadly to
aircraft, they could easily be missed by an unobservant Pilot. They
were imbedded WITHIN the piled up clouds, as if hiding in them,
waiting to catch unwary aircraft.
"Just look at those mudders!" Carol commented, "Crash City, man!
We better give them a BIG girth! Those are BAD news!"
With that, Carol increased engines' thrust and climbed out to an
even higher altitude.
But as they passed the mountain peaks below, suddenly, they left
all that weather behind. Mountains, piled up clouds and that never-
ending flat cloud all pulled away behind them. They passed over the
range of 45,000 and 50,000 foot peaks to find themselves over more
amiable land, at last. Super-clear air reached all the way to the
ground.
"Wow," Franky commented, "It was just like those clouds were
'contained', like in a tub, by those mountains."
"Carol turned towards them, her lustrous orange hair twirling
prettily with her. Carol assumed a funny, high voice to sound like
a stereo-typical Teacher and said, "You see, Children, how
mountains effect climate and weather, just as taught in science
class!"
"Yes ma'am!" chimed Veronica, Franky and even Jonathan,
sympathizing to Carol's sally.

Carol was well known for her manner in assisting passengers to
remain calm during flights. Her always cool demeanor was a comfort,
especially to those whose knuckles tend to turn white during
flights.

Indeed, for the rest of the flight to Mountain Lake Park, the
weather remained clear. Later still, a few little puffy clouds, way
down there close to the ground, were seen. But they were of no
concern.

Soon, with everything peaceful and with the continuing drone of the
engines, Franky, Veronica, Jonathan, Sarah and the rest were fast
asleep. Carol continued a lonely vigil at the controls of their
super-sonic jet.



Veronica's and Franky's slumber was disturbed by the loud racket
of dropping below mach-one. They were slowing and descending. While
still high over scattered clouds and mountains, Carol raised
spoilers, creating a rumbling sound.
Before any one could ask, Carol explained, "They produce a drag
which slows us down."

They descended lower and lower, all the while slowing, until
details on the ground became clear. The area was still unknown to
Veronica, who knew her land best.

"We're approaching Mountain Lake Park, just ahead!" announced
Carol.
"Veronica squinted her eyes, trying to single it out."
"Here babe, wear these." Carol advised as she handed Veronica
stylish sun-glasses that protect against the ultra-violet rays
found at this altitude.
"Hey! Keen!", exclaimed Veronica after she searched out a mirror
to check herself out. In all of Veronica's shopping, she forgot
sun-glasses!

"There it is! Mountain Lake Park!" exclaimed Franky as he
recognized the town from above.
"Yes! Yes! That's it! Neat-o from up here!" exclaimed Veronica,
"There's the Hansen tower, there's the Public Worship Steeple, and,
oh look, there's the knoll in the park we spent all night on with
your friend from the city, three years ago! You know, the one who
taught you about suckin' a gal's cunt out to really get her goin',
remember? Then the two of you took turns fuckin' me all night long!
WHOOEEE! I'll NEVER forget THAT!"
"But we're moving so fast though!" commented Franky, "It's hard to
catch sight of anything!"
"Yeah, past it already - look, there's the road home! Hey, take
THAT turn! Hah-hah-hah!" Veronica joked.
"No! Really! You tell me which way to go now! Quickly or we'll miss
it. Remember, we're still moving very fast!" Carol told them.
"Oh! Okay, okay, go right!"
Immediately, the plane heaved to the right, banking sharply into
the turn.
"Say, what's the slowest you can go, Carol?" asked Jonathan.
"Two-twenty with full flaps and maintain a safety margin. I could
go one-eighty if we wanted to play tag with this plane's rated
stall-speed!"
"No! Lets not play tag with the stall rating! Or the ground might
tag US!" Jonathan advised.
"You got THAT right!" Carol agreed.
"Just keep your eye on that squiggly line down there," advised
Veronica to Carol, pointing out a trace wiggling and zig-zagging
its way through the rugged mountains below. The trace disappeared
and reappeared amongst the clouds below. "That's the road to my
farm."
"Roger that!" Carol said, nodding, her smooth, silky orange hair
bouncing gracefully with the nodding.
"Now, that way..." instructed Veronica.

Veronica had to be quick! Skimming over her home-land so fast,
Veronica had to concentrate to not miss something.

Sure enough, their farm and farm house pulled into view, ahead.
Flying over it quickly, they were then over their fields. Heading
into the north-west direction, huge mountains already loomed ahead.
"I gotta keep my eye on those mudders ahead!" Carol warned, "or
we're gonna end up on them!"
"Okay, okay," said Franky, his finger pointing out the window
downward, but then moving to pointing behind, "Here! This is it,
right below us - well, behind us now! This is where I found Aqua
Lady in that flash-flood pond!"

They heard the plane's engines rev up sharply, the plane nosed
sharply upward and they were pressed back, and down, into their
seats. Then Carol banked the plane into a turn. "I gotta get us
some room here, they're too close!" she said of the great mountains
ahead.

Carol circled around while yet climbing and speeding up. After
looping around, they continued up and over those mountains.

What they saw on the other side took all of their breath away!...

The jet strained over the ridges of the mountains - they noted a
silvery, zig-zaggy trace in between two large peaks indicating a
creek of considerable size - the huge mountains zoomed by just
below them, the jet buffeted by the swirling winds around their
peaks and - up ahead, they beheld a huge expanse of flat, mirror
like blue! A lake, stretching for many tens of miles!
"Look at that!" exclaimed Veronica, "I've lived here all my life
and never knew something like this existed here!"
"THAT'S Aqua Woman's home! I'm sure of it!" exclaimed Jonathan.

Even at the jet's great speed, it took a while to cross over the
lake. In the middle, if it was not for their altitude, the shores
could not be seen! From a boat down there, only the peaks of the
great mountains could be seen in the distance.

They could tell the lake's water was incredibly clear. Even from
their height, details of the landscape UNDER THE WATER could be
made out.

Finally, they approached the other end. The entire area below them
was unpopulated and uncharted or mapped. Carol climbed the jet out
of there. From great altitude, no other lakes of significance could
be seen.

"Okay, Carol, back home! We know where the Aqua woman comes from
now!" advised Jonathan.

Carol banked, turning the jet back on a heading to the Central
Capital. Back to extreme high altitude and supersonic speeds, and
they were headed home. A reversal of sights then took place,
including that range of 45,000 to 50,000 foot high mountains, the
weather system, and so on. They were landing at the airport hardly
three hours later.

After the jet-plane ride, Veronica and Franky felt almost as if
they had NOT just been taken to within a few hundred feet of their
home and back. So near, yet so far. Although the jet ride was
thrilling, obviously, other instrumentation was going to have to
be employed to survey the lake and return Aqua Lady.

It was back home by train for Veronica, Franky, Jonathan and Sarah.
And they had company. A big, dual-rotor-helicopter equipped with
pontoons for landing either on ground or water rode on a specially
equipped, flat-bed train-car. Its Pilot, not Carol but another
Lady, and a crew of Marine Biologists and their equipment rode the
train as well.

Into the second day of the return trip, they encountered the
gloomy, stormy weather amidst those tremendous mountains again.
"Seems like this area is ALWAYS like this", commented Veronica.
"Now we've been through this once, OVER it twice, and now through
it, once again. Does it ever stop?"
A Lady Conductor with whom Veronica was talking nodded her head,
"These huge mountains effect the weather tremendously. More than
once, we have stopped this train right in the midst of this mess
to let off a movie-crew to tape a scary movie. This place sure is
great for just that! Sometimes I expect old dracula himself to come
a-strolling out of that buggery forest some day!"

Getting off the train at the end of that third day, they were all
excited about Aqua Lady's return and the upcoming ride on the
helicopter in a few days. The Pilot and her assistants had to
prepare the big 'copter for duty.

With lengthening shadows and chilling air of very late afternoon,
Veronica and the other three, plus Scientists milled around
chatting. Later, Jonathan and Sarah entered their pedal-cars along
with the Scientists. They led the Scientists to Veronica's farm,
while Veronica herself, along with Franky, stayed behind for a
while.

Veronica and Franky strolled to their favorite hop for a bite to
eat and, mostly actually, for Veronica to show off her styles.

Not using their pedal-cars yet, Veronica and Franky walked from the
train-station to the hop for not only was it close, but it felt
good.
"The Central Capital was fun, but a little hot and humid, I
thought," commented Veronica to Franky. "I'm glad to be back, it
feels so nice!"
Franky nodded his head in agreement.

At the hop, the doors opened letting in a swirl of cold air as
Veronica, leading Franky, proudly sauntered in. The heads of the
other patrons, mostly teens and the young (which, among the long-
lived members of the Mountain Race means anybody less than 50)
turned to behold the impressive sight.

Watching as well, from behind the counter where she serves ice
cream, sodas and the like, was that ever-present, tall gal with the
long blond hair, Becky. ALWAYS nude, and ALWAYS bedecked in all
manner of beads and bracelets, anywhere she can put them on her
body, she fairly jingles as she moves oh so gracefully. Ornate art-
work of beads hang from her neck and from around her waist.
Bracelets and anklets grace her hands and feet. But her breasts and
entire vaginal area are always aired out in the wide open.

Every so often Becky waits on tables which is entertainment to
watch in itself as her graceful, tall body moves and jingles. But
being a hop, the place is mostly serve-over-the-counter.  Everybody
relishes as well, seeing her 7-foot-8 tall at only 310 pounds body
move in dance, but she rarely does.  When Becky, the very OWNER of
the hop, DOES dance, she is an attention-getter.

But another attention getter now comes...

Oh how convenient for Veronica, as she walks in, the heavy beat of
a rock group's performance is taxing the hop's sound system and
rattling the hop's walls and rafters... Veronica immediately sways
her hips to the music, enhancing the effect greatly!

Veronica's 7-foot-4 height made even taller by her bouffant hair-
style and red high-heal shoes, indeed impressed her friends and
acquaintances there at the hop! Veronica's new look... and
Franky's... drew much in the way of wows and ohs. They oohed and
ahhed over Veronica's dazzling scarlet-red one-piece, her beads and
bracelets, her ear-rings and her stylish sun-glasses (which she
kept on even though indoors!).

The gals at the hop could not keep their hands and fingers off of
Franky's white-mesh-covered butt. Only the patch right over his
penis was not mesh, but it was so thin, all the details of his
penis could be seen. That invited many a hard pinch on his penis
from the Ladies. Franky was driven to standing close to Veronica,
his front turned toward her to get away from those sex-hungry
women. Veronica, busy showing herself off, noticed not, and Franky
continued to receive slaps and pinches on his butt.

The music concluded itself and so made it possible to hear the
comments of the gathered "audience"...
"Hey! Franky-boy! Fuck her! Show us how it's done in those
outfits." some woman's voice shouted.

Franky felt embarrassed, but Veronica enjoyed demonstrating.

"Easy!" Veronica said. "When he get's a hard-one, it just pops up
over his little bitty panties, just like with a g-string, no
difference! But as to this..." Veronica pointed out that narrow
strip of cloth that dives down from the main body of her one-piece
into her crotch, "All you do is 'DE-RAIL' it... like so!..."
With her fingers, Veronica indeed derailed or pushed to one side,
the narrow strip of material that barely covered her vagina. Once
derailed, the thin material just "fell" off Veronica's vagina and
mound of vulva, bunching up between her vagina and one leg. There
in front of every body, (but big deal, most of the country people
in that hop were stark nude anyway) Veronica's big vagina lips were
exposed.
"Now cleared, if Franky's meat was long and stiff, he would just
begin shovin' it in!"

"SHOW US!" shouted some woman, "YEAH! SHOW US!" shouted another
woman.

But Franky was too embarrassed. Then up stepped some guy, naked,
hard and muscular, however no more so than Franky, just bolder.
Obviously not subject to shyness as Franky was, this guy stepped
up with a whopping huge penis, hard, 18 inches and throbbing with
a drop of clear substance coming from its tip. He boldly stepped
up to Veronica's front and took aim and, among whoops and cheers,
was about to shove it hard into Veronica's tempting large vagina...
then,
!! SLAP !!
- the sound of it echoed throughout the hop as the guy hurtled
across the hop's floor, launched by Veronica's powerful hand!
"I DID NOT GIVE YOU PERMISSION!!" shouted a defiant Veronica, her
hands on her big, muscular hips. From her great height, her eyes
glared down on the man she just struck.
The bold fellow picked himself off the floor from where he landed,
penis still hard and throbbing.
"Do I NOW have your permission, Ma'am?"
"Eight thrusts, for demonstration only!" commanded Veronica who
stood there, still defiant, with arms now folded under her huge
bosom. She spread her legs to accommodate the guy.

Eagerly, the horny fellow came up to Veronica again. He placed his
hands on Veronica's shoulders to brace himself and with extreme
delight, hungrily shoved all 18 inches into Veronica who continued
to stand there proud and stately.
"OOOHHHH!" he moaned long and loudly as he was set adrift in great
pleasure from Veronica's body. The big, hard muscles of his butt
rippled with power, shoving his burning sex organ deep into
Veronica, in - out, in - out, in - out! The gathering of people
kept time with his flexing butt-muscles shouting "Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck!..." Before he knew it...
"THAT'S EIGHT! ENOUGH!" commanded Veronica who then pushed the guy
away with her powerful arm.
"Aw, come on! Let 'im have more!" shouted some woman.
"Yeah, he 's SO enjoying that!" shouted another woman.
"Let him fuck ME like that!" shouted yet another woman... and there
were several other similar shouts.
Dazed by severe pleasure, he staggered and caught himself on a
support beam of the hop. About to come anyway, he bashed and
thrashed his stony penis on the beam so hard it shook, while he
moaned and yelled. The people stood back when his semen, in large
quantity, jetted and spurted out of his penis to a considerable
height, covering his own front and the beam, and making a slippery
puddle on the floor.

Veronica replaced the strip of material over her vagina.
Immediately, it was soaked from her vaginal secretions. Veronica
was intensely aroused by that guy, but she did not express it. She
grabbed Franky by the hand and greeted everybody, "Gotta go! See
y'all later!"

And out they went, Veronica's butt muscles jiggling under the high
cut of that scarlet one-piece, her hips, with their bundles of
powerful sinews, swaying side to side. A steady, strong "click -
 clack - click - clack" sound emanated from the wood floor of the
hop and her high heels, the result of being worn by a big woman
with such long, lean, powerful legs! In a country-town of nude,
bare-foot people, such a sound is hardly ever heard.

Veronica left that embarrassed guy to clean up his mess with that
bead and bracelet-clad Owner of the hop watching him with her arms
folded under her bosom. Her long, blond hair shimmered as she shook
her head, "tch, tch, tch!".

In 103 years of running this hop, Becky has seen this kind of thing
so many countless times before. But this is Mountain Race society,
no big deal actually, although it IS very bold, even by their
standards. And the 130-some year old Becky, who would look not a
day older than 35 to us, has seen much worse.

A seemingly unlikely Lady to start or run a hop, or anything else
resembling a restaurant since she can't cook, she prides herself
in her ability to build super sound systems. But what better way
to show off and use such a talent, than a hop, where teenagers and
younger folks hang out to dance and such. In a small country town
like Mountain Lake Park, Becky's 250 watts per channel system with
its six 30-inch woofer-speakers and other neat stuff, is the only
way the local youngsters have of hearing their favorite rock groups
LOUD and "front 'n center".

A nude country gal who had been sexually aroused by that guy's big
penis, his eight thrusts into Veronica, and then his energetic
public masturbation, stepped up and helped him clean his mess. Then
amidst a gust of cold air as they pushed open the doors, they went
out together, their hands caressing each other's butt and his penis
growing large again.



Back at Veronica's farm house, Aqua Lady knew something was going
on. All those different people and their equipment, Franky and
Veronica gone a few days then coming back, and all the activity,
one could see from her expressions and manner of swimming, Aqua
Lady was both excited and hopeful.

A few days later, after Veronica received a radio call it's on its
way, the helicopter came, roaring, swoosh-swoosh-swooshing, raising
dust and blowing leaves. It came early in the morning.

Jonathan and Sarah carried Aqua Lady out of the aquarium and then
placed her into a metal tank full of water drawn from the aquarium.
An aerating pump kept the water oxygenated. There was just enough
room for Aqua Lady to stretch out in.

The scene looked like a military evacuation operation or the like.
With a big "whirly-bird" chopper, all kinds of Scientists and a 7-
foot-1, broad-backed, big butt and thighed Lady 'Copter Pilot
overseeing everything, it was not a typical country outing. A
couple of those smaller, dark skinned Beta Race types, a man and
a woman, both dressed in one-pieces, were there too; Government
Officers there to observe and report.

Franky and Jonathan both kept looking at that Lady Pilot. Calm and
with a real commander's demeanor, she directed the operations. Her
posture, straight, tall and proud, she took on a dominant looking,
spread-legged stance. Her hands were on her hips unless pointing
for a command. She had mid-night-black hair, and very fair skin.
Her light skin contrasted dramatically with her black hair that lay
smooth and silky on her pale back, over her shoulders and in front,
between the deep cleavage of her large breasts. Topless, she wore
a solid (not mesh) black bikini that barely covered her genital but
had some coverage of her butt-buns. She wore black ear-rings,
sported black bracelets, beads, and had black finger-nail polish.
Her over-all theme of dress was... black and white!

The tank containing Aqua Lady was easy to move since it was on
wheels. A hoist lifted it onto the helicopter.

Jonathan, Sarah, Franky and Veronica piled in the helicopter along
with many Marine Biologists and the two Beta Race Government
officers. The Biologists and Jonathan gabbed away as the black-
haired Pilot revved engines and started up the rotors. First, the
rotors spun fast and the engine whirred smooth but nothing much
else happened. After a bit, they heard the engine's sound grow
louder but maintained the same pitch as a huge wind developed,
kicking up clouds of dust and leaves and blowing nearby tree limbs
around.

Soon, they were rising off the ground among swirling dust and
leaves. Aqua Lady was on the way home.

It took much longer for the helicopter to make the trip from the
farm house to the huge lake than the speedy jet did. But it was a
prettier ride, so close to the ground and plenty fast-feeling. The
helicopter used the pass between the two mountain peaks where the
creek courses through to fly between the big mountains rather than
over them. After that, they were out over the lake. The shore of
the lake was natural, no buildings, no developments. Just the
pristine forest coming all the way to the water's edge.

They had already discussed where the probable location of Aqua
Lady's people were within this great lake. The conclusion of the
general location was based on the facts about the possible route
taken by the swept away Aqua Lady during the squall-storm. She
could have ended up on another shore if she lived any where else
in the lake. So she must live right around here.

They flew out a ways then settled directly down on the water. The
Pilot Lady revved down engines and disengaged rotors.

While the huge helicopter sat on the water via its pontoons, the
Biologists placed a canoe into the water. Jonathan, Sarah,
Veronica, Franky and a Lady Diver/Underwater-Videographer entered
the bobbing canoe.

They carefully hoisted Aqua Lady's tank over the water of the lake
and eased her down. They were bobbing on the surface of what
appeared to be a very deep area.

They let Aqua Lady's transport tank down until it was below water.
Aqua Lady, delighted, simply swam out - free!

Aqua Lady was over-whelmed by thrills of happiness! She swam out
and downward. Then they observed her rise out of the water in a
huge, graceful leap some distance away and returned to the water
gracefully with very little splash. Seconds later, her head broke
the surface right next to their canoe, beaming with smiles! She
nodded to Jonathan in the canoe, "Yes! This is HOME!"

Jonathan correctly theorized Aqua Lady recognized this part of the
lake, but perhaps it was not home yet.

Aqua Lady reached out of the water and grabbed the rope tied to the
front of the canoe. She nodded her head and waved "come on!" as if
she wanted them to follow her. She disappeared under water and
apparently began towing on the rope, pulling their canoe.

"Look how fast she's pulling us!" remarked Jonathan.
"Yeah!" agreed Franky. "Wow, she must really be powerful to pull
all five of us in this canoe so quickly!"

Their canoe developed a much greater speed than they ever would
have paddling. But Sarah and Veronica both found those guys sitting
there letting Aqua Lady do all the work disgusting as they began
paddling themselves.
"Grab some oars and help her, dammit y'all!" scolded Sarah.
"Yeah! Yeah! Sorry," apologized Jonathan, "I was just fascinated
at that woman's tremendous strength!"

They quickly left the helicopter behind. As big as it was, it
looked small and far away now on the surface of this huge lake.
From where they were, they could only see one shore and that was
far away. All other shores could not be seen. Tops of mountains
beyond unseen shores could be seen however.

Suddenly, Aqua Lady stopped pulling, broke surface and signalled
them to stop. She gestured, pointing down while nodding her head.
"I think this is it!" declared Jonathan, "she is pointing out her
people, perhaps a village, is straight down from here!"
"OHH! This is EXCITING!" exclaimed Sarah, "Hurry, let's get our
scuba stuff on! You! Get your under-water video recorder ready!"
Sarah commanded that blond-haired Lady Marine Biologist with them
who was also an accomplished under-water videographer.

The Videographer, Wilma White Star, was the only one of the three
ladies wearing any thing at all; a dark-blue thong bikini of very
thin material with no top. Scuba gear and the video camera's power
pack were the only other items on Wilma's body. The other two gals
were nude. Sarah additionally donned her scuba straps, tanks and
such. Jonathan and Franky wore black thong-bikinis of very thin
material for streamlining in swimming.

Veronica and Franky brought their diving masks too, but they could
only "skin dive". Not trained with scuba, they could only swim
around close to the canoe and just under it.

It was an erie sight, in a way, for all five of them. Once under
water, they peered down into a vast, huge expanse of mid-night
blue. The bottom of their canoe, with its one-inch high keel-ridge
could be seen over-head. It cast a shimmering, constantly changing
shadow that seemed to zoom into the depths. Everywhere else above
was like a great, silvery mirror with waves and ripples. Barely
discernable was the bottom, but it was WAY down there! They could
not make out details. Was that Aqua Lady's village? What would they
find?

Aqua Lady was swimming at very high speed, happy, ecstatic,
whirling and twirling. She swam around and around the ungainly land
people as they adjusted scuba gear. She was so eager to get going.
Aqua Lady was a beautiful, exciting, awe-inspiring sight now that
she was surrounded by her element so alien to the five land people.

Finally, Sarah, Jonathan and the Lady Videographer began diving.
Franky and Sarah had to stay behind. As Aqua Lady led the three
down, she suddenly shot back up with dazzling speed and waved "come
on!" to Franky and Veronica. She just did not understand, at least
not completely, that the land people could not follow her into her
deep, watery home unless they had all those tanks, hoses,
regulator, mouth piece and flippers on their feet. Jonathan, from
below, waved Aqua Lady back, trying to communicate "they can not
follow". Finally, Aqua Lady realized the difference between the
equipment of the two groups of land people, and understood.

Aqua Lady rocketed down, passing the three scuba-divers quickly.

Aqua Lady also did not understand, even the three scuba divers had
time and depth limitations... and sadly to them, it was too deep.
Their ears hurt, their chests felt crushed, and the surface being
so far up there caused them to suffer claustrophobic feelings, a
feeling of being engulfed in an alien environment.

The depth and so the pressure were just too great. They could see
the bottom was still a great ways down. The water was so pristine
super-clear, they could not tell just how far down it was. With the
videographer recording, Jonathan signaled Aqua Lady, shaking his
head "no, we can not follow". They had to come up slowly or painful
bends would develop. Their special diver's watches kept track of
how much air they had left.

All the while, Aqua Lady emitted high pitched squeaks, chirps and
hisses. They hoped the under water camera's mic was picking it up
so it could be studied in a sound-lab. Already, Marine Scientists
had recorded her sounds a few days ago when she was in the
aquarium. From all they could tell so far, the sounds, many of them
inaudible due to being pitched over the range of land-humans'
hearing, were merely her speech.

Aqua Lady was disappointed that they could not follow her down. She
stayed with the three scuba divers during their slow ascent. Aqua
Lady did not understand why they had to stop ascending and hang
around a certain depth for certain lengths of time before
continuing their ascent.

Finally ascended and back in the boat, Jonathan radioed the
helicopter. "We gonna need the diving bell..."

The helicopter's big flight engines off, it slowly moved its way
toward them powered by an electric out-board motor mounted on a
rear strut between the helicopter's pontoons.

They readied the diving bell. A device where the divers sit
comfortable and dry while being lowered and constantly supplied by
air from above, it would allow diving to much greater depths.
Franky and Veronica asked to be allowed along. The other Biologists
did not recommend it but agreed when they were told of their
special relationship to Aqua Lady. They were told to use up-most
caution if they ventured from the bell in their simple skin-
diver's masks.

All this time, Aqua Lady swam this way and that, excited, and
fascinated in these land-peoples' activities. So much trouble, Aqua
Lady probably thought, to visit my world!

Finally they began lowering the diving bell. While descending
slowly, they sat on a circular seat facing inward. In the middle
of the "floor" is water and is the diving bell's open bottom for
entering and exiting. As they descend, the pressure becomes
greater, so to keep that water where it is, the supplied air from
above is pumped with greater pressure. In that way, the divers have
already adjusted to the pressure by the time they get down. And the
bell is a great help for ascending. All the air in the scuba tanks
can be used for swimming and exploring. The diving bell, supplied
by unlimited air from above, can take its time ascending.

The diving bell has portholes all around for observing. Aqua Lady,
excited and happy, swam around and around them as they slowly
descended.
"Hah-hah-hah! We sure are trying her patience!" Jonathan laughed.

But Aqua Lady was not the only subject of interest to all five as
they peered out the port holes. They were straining their eyes to
see the bottom. Since Aqua Lady indicated this area to be her home,
would there be a village? A village of an under-water race of
people?

Anxiously they waited and watched.

As they descended deeper and deeper, it began to get dark.
"Turn off that light, I can only see my own face!" Franky
exclaimed.
"Yeah! Sarah, you're next to the switch, cut the light." Jonathan
said.
"Sure!"
The bell darkened, they could see better into Aqua Lady's cold,
blue and dim world. The bottom was STILL way down.
"Oh! I hope they don't run out of rope and hose!" exclaimed Sarah,
worried the bottom, still so far, might be out of the diving bell's
range.
"It has an 800 foot depth capability, if that bottom is that
far..."
"LOOK AT THAT!!!" yelled Veronica loudly, causing all of them to
jump, "HER PEOPLE! HER PEOPLE ARE COMING! TOWARD HER AND US!"

All the other four scrambled to that side of the diving bell
Veronica was on.
"START YOUR CAMERA, GIRL!" shouted Sarah to the young, blond
videographer, so caught up in the excitement that she forgot to
record.
"Ready scuba gear!" commanded Jonathan, "lets go out there!"
"No! Wait! They're coming!" warned Sarah.
"Will they think we kidnapped her!?" asked a worried Veronica. "We
would be helpless! They could cut the diving bell's rope and hose!"
"I don't think so!" reassured Jonathan, "judging by Aqua Lady's
behavior, I think they may be a friendly, easy-going people..."
"But you know how individuals can differ among any given group of
people!" insisted Veronica.
"But we helped return one of their own and I'm sure she will tell
them, using what ever language she speaks. A storm took her away,
and WE brought her back! They should be thankful!" declared Sarah.
"Well, lets hope so," said Jonathan, "because, here they ARE!"
All four other pairs of eyes followed Jonathan's pointing finger
to the water's surface at their feet just below the floor-level;
the entrance to the bell. Just below, waving and jumping around
from the ripples, were three or more forms coming towards the
diving bell's opening!

They hesitated... another form joined them and came right up and
broke the water's surface - Aqua Lady herself, all smiles and
bubbly-happy!

Then the others... breaking the water next was another aqua woman!
She broke through the surface and looked around, her face,
frightened but excited. With big, round, blue eyes flitting this
way and that, she stayed close to Aqua Lady. Of course her face was
individual to her, but was similar to Aqua Lady in color and
general structure. Her hair was silvery-blond like Aqua Lady's but
longer. By now they could hear many of those squeaking noises.
"They're talking like crazy!" commented Jonathan, "Aqua Lady must
have LOTS to talk about!"

Two more heads broke the water's surface... GUYS this time! They
looked around, they spoke to the aqua ladies... in high pitched
squeaks and chirps.

The four squeaked and chirped away as they nervously looked around
and traded shy smiles with the land people.

They noticed the aqua people were doing a lot of pointing. At
first, they pointed at the land people's legs, but then, they were
doing a lot of pointing at the Videographer's dark-blue thong
bikini and the sheer black ones of Jonathan and Franky.
"Strange," commented Jonathan, "one would think they would be
interested in her camera that she is holding, rather than what we
are wearing."
"We bring all manner of gizmos," began Sarah, "so one more is not
going to fascinate them any more than they already are. Veronica
and I are both naked, like them. I think they don't EVER wear
clothes. Then they see this gal here with some kind of blue-
colored thing 'tween her legs and coating her skin and you guys
with black coating, 'tween your legs. They've never seen anything
like it, or the legs and the space between the legs either."

The aqua people had to keep going underwater to breath, then back
up. Finally, Aqua Lady motioned for them to "come on!".

"Okay," announced Jonathan, "Let's do it."

Amazed by all the paraphernalia they had to wear to go under water
with them, the aqua people waited up for Jonathan, Sarah and Wilma
with her camera.

At first, the aqua people communicated by gestures and faces that
they wondered why Franky and Veronica did not need all that stuff.
Veronica and Franky swam about the diving bell seemingly free from
all the equipment the other three were wearing except for simple
masks. The aqua people soon learned of their limitation, however.

The diving bell's entrance hovered and slowly bobbed about 20 feet
over the actual ground. It was within the range of Veronica and
Franky to reach that ground and examine the mollusks and plants
there. It felt weird to them to be flying through all this
unlimited liquid, so far removed from land-life. But every two or
three minutes, they had to return to the entrance of the diving
bell to catch their breath.

Just beyond Veronica and Franky's range of swimming was an object
of interest. The three scuba-equipped divers, while their aqua-
people-guides waited, were swimming to it and looking it over. It
was a structure resembling a house, somewhat. Made of stones and
straw-looking material, it had what appeared to be an entrance hole
on top. No doors were to be seen at ground-level, since people did
not enter a house by walking. The most convenient place for an
entrance is somewhere on top. But what if it rains!?... Oh...
duh... yeah...

Leaving Franky and Veronica and joining Jonathan, Sarah and Wilma,
we see they are being led, indeed, over a village of such
buildings. More and more such structures were seen. Many underwater
folk swim out curious. Some swim over the three scuba divers
playing in the amazing bubbles they emit!

Here, there, wherever there is some flat ground, what looks like
tilled fields of crops can be seen. All the crops were various
leafy vegetables. No roads connected anything. All houses, fields
and other structures sat seemingly by themselves and isolated. One
has to keep in mind, roads are not needed here.

However, below them, patterns of rocks or other material could be
seen. And the same pattern could be seen over and over again as
they swam. The repeated patterns were, apparently, route-markers. 

The Aqua Peoples' life-style appears very primitive. There are no
machines, no vehicles. The houses are crude looking, as already
pointed out, made of stones with some straw or rope looking
material. They saw a few houses where the rope had been woven into
handsome panels for use as walls.

They were taken to a particular building where they saw an Aqua
Woman come out who had her long, blond hair styled in those many,
many braids in the manner of some African Women's styles of our
time. At the end of each braid was a polished gem-stone of some
sort. Around her neck lay a necklace of such stones. Her waist had
a sheer skirt of some type. Looking like a band of such material
was merely wrapped around her once, the wrapping began on her front
and ended on her front, joining ends only on one, the upper,
corners. This created a part in this "skirt" that exposed her
entire vaginal area. Although her organ of sex was left exposed,
she was the ONLY Aqua Person wearing anything at all!

She appeared to be someone of rank. She looked the three scuba
divers over intensely, circling them, over, under and around. All
the while, she and the others, especially Aqua Lady, were gabbing
away in that chirping, squeaking language of theirs.

The Mistress, as Jonathan would designate her later as soon as he
returned to a place where he could talk, finally grinned big and
pretty at them and motioned them to follow her.

Patiently swimming slowly so that the clumsy scuba divers could
keep up, they swam and swam again, this time with The Mistress in
lead. They swam over more apparent route-markers, but of a
different pattern. "Different patterns for different routes"
Jonathan later concluded.

They came upon a cave and entered it. The cave was dimly lit by
soft-glowing, deep red lights. Wires could be seen running from
them. An electrical technology? Why only here?

Not far in the cave, they were led to a collection of
electronically sophisticated looking devices located behind a panel
of thick glass. The Mistress positioned herself near a keyboard
looking thing, and a device that looked like a microphone. The
keyboard and mic were carefully waterproof. She directed, by
pointing, the three divers' attention to a screen, a large, color
monitor screen located in the dry area behind the glass.

The Mistress began working keys on the key-board... that is, began
typing! A colorful graphic appeared, with plain letters below it
saying "Translator Installed".

Though they couldn't speak, all three scuba divers looked at each
other, smiled, nodded their heads and stuck up their thumbs. A
computer of some kind, and programmed, apparently, and hopefully,
with a translating system!

They watched the screen closely.

They saw the Mistress lean toward that microphone, speak in those
chirping, squeaking sounds, press some keys and wait for the
translation on the screen.

They saw on the screen:
     Welcome to our world! Please accept our big thank you for
     helping our citizen find her way back! As you can see,
     we are a very simple people, apparently possessing far
     less in the way of mechanical and electronic contrivances
     than you. All of us are very excited to see you. And we
     are all so happy to see our citizen returned. If you
     desire to see a name for her, and not just "our citizen",
     come to the keyboard and type a name for her. I have set
     up the system now to accept a name.

Sarah immediately swam over to the keyboard. She entered, "Stormy".
Jonathan swam over to type something but Sarah pushed him back, and
left the keyboard herself. She waved to the Mistress she was done.

The Mistress typed the keys necessary to accept the name and
continue translations. After more chirping and squeaking speech,
they saw the monitor display:
     Stormy often swam to the edge of our world, where it
     borders the Waterless World above. There are Waterless
     World-trees that bear delicious fruit. Our people often
     go there to collect the fruit. But Stormy is also highly
     curious. She would pull herself completely out of our
     world sometimes. She explored many places along the
     border between our world and the Waterless World.
     Apparently during a disturbance of the Waterless World,
     Stormy was swept away by mistake. Again I say, thank you
     very much for returning her!"

The Mistress gave them time to read. When she saw they were done,
she spoke more and typed more:
     This computer is over 3500 years old. It was left here
     by our ancestors who had those extra arms at the rear of
     their bodies such as you have and lived in the Waterless
     World. I hope you have a system that can read its files.
     We have many disks to give you and take to your world.
     The disks will tell you everything of us and how we came
     to be, and of the 'Old Ones', our ancestors, of the
     Waterless World who made us...

Totally absorbed and fascinated, the three scuba divers hung and
milled about, almost forgetting their air-supply-time.

Jonathan tried to communicate the question "Can we type something
and have it translated to your language?", but the Mistress either
did not understand, or was indicating there is no such capability.

It was the ever-attentive, vigilant Sarah that finally remembered
the time. She knocked on Jonathan's metal scuba tanks and pointed
at her diver's watch. Jonathan nodded and motioned to the
Videographer and to the Mistress "we have to go." Then Jonathan
heard another knock on his tanks... It was the Mistress, smiling,
beaming, fascinated by the clear, metallic sound produced by
rapping the metal tanks.

Just before leaving the chamber, the Mistress hesitated and noted
the top of the chamber. There, collected on it's stony, concave
ceiling, was a "pool" of air, the sum total of all three scuba-
divers' bubbles. The Mistress played the big air bubble with her
hand, splashing it and zipping her hand down from it so that
zillions of tiny bubbles would be caused to fizz up. She continued
this play for quite a number of seconds until Sarah once again
motioned, "we GOT to GO!"

The Mistress did not quite understand why, but perhaps Aqua Lady
had explained it. The Mistress gave up her play and led the scuba
divers out of the cave.



Jonathan, Sarah, Wilma, Franky and Veronica returned to their life
above water. Jonathan sent the disks they received, securely
wrapped in a heavy, water-proof package, to the University of
Central Capital for analysis.

The Central Mountains Republic has had an electronics and computer
technology for over 5000 years. The University's Computer Lab has
many clear records of operating systems in use 3500 years ago.
Technicians were able to set up a "mock" computer system with the
hardware and operating system software of 3500 years ago, necessary
to read the disks.

Everything went smoothly, actually, as they uploaded the data on
the disks to an up-to-date system, and stored using modern methods.
Some 96 gegabytes of information was retrieved.

A summary of Aqua Lady (named "Stormy" by Sarah) and her people is
provided at the end of this account in an appendix. Both couples,
Jonathan and Sarah, and, Franky and Veronica, received a book full
of photos, drawings and hundreds of pages of facts about Aqua Lady
and her people. The people at the University had compiled it and
"prettied" it up some, but all the information including the many
graphics had been on those 3500 year old disks, all that time!



Lives returned to normal. Jonathan removed the colorful fish from
the giant aquarium in Veronica's house. They drained and took the
aquarium down and hauled away its parts. After a few days,
aquarium, scientists and everything else were gone.



It was the end of the day and just after dark. The cows had been
milked and Veronica's own breast-milk expressed. The last of the
aquarium had been hauled away by Jonathan's crew hours ago. In
silence, Franky helped Veronica arrange the living-room furniture
back to the way it was.

"Whew! Done!" exhaled Veronica, relieved to get her house back in
order. She flopped back into an easy chair, laid her head back with
arms behind her head and her big, long legs stretched out and
spread. Completely nude, her spread legs exposed her vagina to the
cool air. It ached. She wanted something in it! But she wasn't
going to get it, not yet anyway...

Veronica had her eyes closed and was hoping to feel the
excruciating good feeling of Franky's big, hard penis entering her.
Her vagina lips were becoming moist as she anticipated. But she
heard sniffles and muffled sobbing instead.

She opened her eyes and sat up straight to see Franky, sitting on
the floor in front of a chair, his eyes closed and obviously trying
to hold back tears.

Immediately, Veronica got up, crossed the living room to him and
knelt beside him. She drew him close. "You miss her, that's okay.
I see why... I miss her too. After all of that going on the past
week or so and, now, Aqua Lady and all of the rest of it are gone,
it DOES seem rather quiet and lonely. Come on Franky, come with
me."

Pulling at him, she coaxed Franky gently to get up and follow her
to their bedroom. She could have just carried him, but she wanted
him to move on his own for the effect.

Veronica laid down on their bed but propped up on her elbow. She
invited Franky with her. "I know you don't feel like fucking now,
but lay down, on your tummy. I'll scratch your back. I know you
like that!"
Franky managed a smile through a face contorted with the struggle
to keep from crying. He felt silly himself.
He did as Veronica said, and gladly accepted her Love and care. Her
gentle scratching of his back felt soothing to him.

Veronica's vagina ached badly, she wanted something at least next
to it. With Franky on his tummy, she place her big leg over his
body, partially straddling him. This pressed one of the buns of
Franky's shapely, hard butt next to her vagina. That helped a
little.
She scratched and rubbed his back. She sang softly, old but very
much applicable folk songs of her Love for him.

His sniffles and other signs of nearly sobbing ceased, and, tired
anyway from the excitement, action, and loss of sleep of the past
week, fell asleep.



After a bit, Veronica carefully got up, wiped off the wet spot
deposited from her hungry genital on his butt, and covered him with
a light sheet. She left the room, closing the door gently.

She was going to prepare a light supper, but she had to take care
of something first. She just couldn't stand the ache.

Straddling the back of a dining-room chair, her butt muscles
flexing hard with waves of muscular power, Veronica vigorously
masturbated to at least take the burning edge off her intense
libido. She screamed loudly, out of control when orgasm hit her.

Relieved somewhat, the back of that chair soaked, she checked on
Franky to see if her screams woke him, but he continued his
slumber. Veronica finally continued preparing dinner for when he
awoke.

Veronica wanted that artificial penis, but it had been given to
Aqua Lady... Stormy, that is. Veronica had hoped the toy penis
would be forgotten and she would have it, but not to be! Even
though back among her men, Stormy kept that prized possession of
hers!



The Government of the Central Mountains Republic set aside the big
mountain lake where Aqua Lady and her people lived as a National
Reserve. Absolutely no development, homes or industrial, was to be
allowed. Visitation was highly restricted. No development, homes
or industrial, was to be allowed along any tributary of water
flowing INTO the lake. Development on tributaries leading OUT of
the lake was allowed, at a minimum distance of 100 miles away from
the main lake.



Aqua Lady was back with her people in a lake whose closest shore
was about two days back-pack-hiking away. Franky missed her, but
Veronica... big, voluptuous, sexy, warm and giving Veronica, had
little problem helping Franky through it. Soon they were continuing
their lives, on Veronica's farm, amidst mountains, clean country-
air, forests, trees, apple trees and berry bushes and... LOVE...

                            APPENDIX

               SUMMARY OF AQUA LADY AND HER PEOPLE

Data on Aqua Lady Herself:
Main Body Length:  7 feet, 6 inches
Over-all length:  Nine feet, 2 inches
Weight:  350 pounds
General physiology: Cold blooded (body temperature determined by
 environment) Water-breathing (see Data On Aqua
 People)
Phyla and Species:  Mammal, Homo Sapiens - Highly modified by
  extensive genetic engineering.

Data on Aqua People:

Average main body length:          7 feet, 5 inches
Average over-all length:           Nine feet
Average weight:                    330 pounds
General physiology same as Aqua Lady's. Details on breathing:
     Apparently modified by extensive genetic engineering, the
     Aqua People are capable of truly breathing water as fish
     do. This relieves them of the requirement of coming to
     the surface every so often for air, as is the case with
     other marine mammals. Water enters by way of the mouth,
     enters the lungs by one trachea tube. The water courses,
     always one way, across modified lungs where the normal
     two lungs have been fused to one. The water exits via a
     second trachea tube then out the nose. The lung tissues
     themselves have been modified by genetic engineering to
     resemble and function like fish gills.
     Details on the rear or lower-body:
     Also modified by extensive genetic engineering. The lower
     body of the Aqua People contain all of the leg bones and
     leg muscles of other races, but are enveloped in tough
     connective tissue and skin to form the streamlined "fish-
     tail". Only the extreme ends of the feet have been left
     separate. The toe bones are highly modified into long,
     slender supports for the fin tissue, thus imparting the
     double or "fan-tail" look to their rear-bodies. The
     flukes, therefore, are basically horizontal in
     positioning, similar to dolphins, whales and their kin,
     rather than like fish, which are vertical.

Phyla and species same as Aqua Lady's.

History:       Begins approximately 3500 years ago.
Origins:       From a series of unauthorized genetic engineering
               experiments.
Culture:       Primitive, agricultural
Language:      Of a completely different order from any other race
               or culture. Composed of extremely high pitched and
               ultrasonic voicings using a language unrelated to
               any other.
Food:          Leafy aquatic plants and apples (collected from
               apple trees lining the shore.) Totally vegetarian.
Character of the Unauthorized Genetic Engineering Project:

The entire Aqua People race are the result of a series of bizarre
genetic engineering experiments conducted by Genetic Scientists in
secret 3500 years ago. Done during the height of the "Genetic
Engineering Madness", this until-now-discovered project and its
resulting race is certainly the most sensational, and surpasses
even the "Flying Cat" or "Cat-Hawk" in ingenuity and thoroughness
of genetic engineering.

The records, consisting of digitized video and still picture along
with massive amounts of data all stored on numerous volumes of
computer disks, are quite detailed. Images of the Scientists
involved can be seen. One famous name in Genetic Research History,
a Doctor Linda White Star, was responsible for developing many of
the Genetic Engineering processes used to this day. The records
explain her up-until-now UN-explained disappearance 3500 years ago.
Assisting her was one other Lady scientist and three male helpers.

Records indicate several attempts to engineer the human's vestigial
tail bone into an extended rear-body and flipper. In porpoises and
whales, that is how it is done. The rear of a porpoise is modified
tail bone terminated in a horizontal fluke. A porpoise possesses
vestigial rear-leg bones. But every time this was tried in the
human subjects, an unexplained genetic malfunction would develop
resulting in death of the developing organism. Modification of the
legs into a flipper was considered a less desireable option. "A
modified tail would have resulted in a more powerful, dexterous
swimmer" notes indicated.

It is unclear when and why the underwater computer terminal was put
in place in the under-water-cave as notes become fragmented toward
later dates. It is also unclear what finally became of the Genetic
Scientists. They were never caught by authorities, or there would
have been Government records.

The Scientists siphoned considerable Government research grant-
money to fund their project. High-level computer hardware and
software were stolen as well.

The Scientists conducted their research, apparently, at the shores
of the very lake in the account just told. A search for their
buildings indeed revealed stone foundations, buried under deposits
of soil from normal erosion of the hills around the lake. The wood
of the buildings decomposed long ago. Evidence that the buildings
had stone foundations but made of wood otherwise can be clearly
gathered from the nearly 200 hours of on-the-spot video records.

A NOTE ON THE CLIMATE AND WEATHER IN THE AREA OF VERONICA'S FARM

As the account indicated, Veronica's farm is located in North East
Central Mountains Republic. Its particular location places it some
500 miles from the Atlantic Ocean. The huge range of mountains
south of her farm, as noted in the account, figures prominently in
the making of their climate.

To us, their summers are mild, never going over upper 80's. It does
get rather humid at times. Autumns are crisp and cool... to them
at least. If one of us could visit, it might feel very cold come
about October. Winters are of course snowy and icy-cold followed
by delightful cool Springs with flowers and fresh-green leaves and
grass.

Winds from the NorthWest bring cold and dry conditions.
Winds from the NorthEast bring chilly and wet, rainy conditions.
Winds from the due-East bring mild and often wet, rainy conditions.
Winds from the SouthEast or due South must cross those mountains
and are therefore dried out before reaching Veronica's farm. Winds
from the South bring moderate, perhaps hot (to them) temperatures
and ultra-dry conditions.
Winds from due West bring cool to cold, dry conditions.

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