“What do you think? Is she insane?” 

Dr. Ramirez’s shift at the psychiatric hospital had just begun, and he was doing his initial rounds.

“No. Deluded,” said Maria, the Matron. “But she’s not a lunatic. She does believe her own story, I think.”

“Pretty bizarre delusion.”

“Yes. But she seems so sure.”

“Do you mind if I talk to her?”

“Might as well. We can only hold her for another four hours, then we need proof she’s a danger to herself or others. Right now, we won’t get that, and we’ll have to street her.” 

Dr. Ramiriez knocked on the door of the consulting room and entered. The forty-something blonde woman had let her tea go cold. 

“Hi, MC.”

“Hello.”

“I’m Dr. Ramirez. I wanted to ask you a few questions about your story. You say the cruise ship you were on sank, having struck a rock near Bermuda. And, you were shipwrecked on…Lushland?”

“Yes.”

“And you were the sole survivor of the wreck of the cruise ship?”

“As far as I know.”

“You understand that ‘Lushland’ doesn’t appear on any maps of the world?”

“Yes.”

“And yet you were there? How is this possible?”

“I don’t know. But I know I was there. It’s real.” 

“To be honest, MC, it’s not so much that we haven’t heard of Lushland. It’s that it doesn’t sound like anywhere else on Earth! You were talking about experiences and encounters that, frankly, don’t happen in any country  that we know of.”

“Maybe so. They’re still true, though.”

Dr. Ramirez sighed. Then, an idea hit him.

“MC, we’d like to understand what happened. Why don’t you write down your story, in full, on this paper? Take a couple of hours. Then, we can read it and ask you any questions we might have, and you can explain things properly! How does that sound?”

“I want to go home.”

“We’ll let you home, if we are sure you’ll be ok. Tell us what happened, and if we understand the story, you can go!”

“That’s a good idea!!”

Dr. Ramirez left MC alone with a pen and a pad of paper. 

Two hours later, he returned. She’d written nearly thirty pages. 

“MC, I’m going to go and read this. If you need anything, just ask. Remember, this is a hospital, not a prison.”

Returning to his office, he sat down to read.

          *

Part One. Wind.

On the fateful night of the storm, I received a gentleman caller. I was nervous when I opened the door to Rodrigo. We’d met in the saloon bar. You know how it works; the boredom of life at sea drives people to drink and fuck. I hadn’t been with a man since my husband passed, and the words had sort of blurted out;

‘If you’d like a nightcap, I’ve got wine in my cabin!”

Ah, Rodrigo was confident! When we’d stripped, he kissed me all over my body. He sucked my nipples, carefully pinching them with his teeth. His fingers teased my clit until I was desperate for his penis. 

Instead, Rodrigo shuffled, on his knees, up to my head, which was resting on the pillow. His cock was thrust towards my face. He was presenting his penis to me, insisting, expecting to be sucked. I obliged, feeling his head press into my cheek and running my tongue the length of his shaft. Closing my lips firmly around him, I slid my hand between his legs and stroked between his testicles. 

We didn’t know it, but outside the storm was breaking. Had I listened for it, above the moans of pleasure, the slurps and the sounds of saliva washing around my cock-filled mouth, above the groans, dimly the sound of impending disaster could be heard, as the wind picked up speed.

Have you ever made love on the high seas? A water bed is the closest thing, I think, or perhaps on a rollercoaster, but nothing prepares you for the ocean heaving you up in the air as you ride a cock, then sinking back down again, your bodies united in freefall. You grip the sheets, you hold each other, but you are completely powerless. 

I was straddling Rodrigo, in the throes of pleasure, on the brink of orgasm. The ship lurched upwards, driving his cock still further into me. As we crested the wave, I only kept my balance by breaking my fall with my palms on his bare chest. I started to come as the boat rose again, his big cock trembling inside…

There was a sickening crash, as if the boat had been rammed. 

I can barely describe the chaos of the next hour. The boat had been torn in two by the rock it had struck. The tear was just a few meters from my cabin. Water swiftly overwhelmed the boat, and it went down fast. Rodrigo and I were plunged, naked, into the churning sea and the hurricane-strength winds howling around us. The shock of the cold to my system was so great that, clinging to some wreckage, I passed out. 

Part two. Water.

It is said that we know more about the surface of the moon than the ocean depths. So I beg you to believe me that this, the most incredible portion of my tale, is at least possible.

Shortly after waking in becalmed waters, I realised I was being borne through the water by some creature unseen beneath the surface. 

As we travelled at a rate of knots, I felt enormous relief to be alive and gratitude to my rescuer. Whatever it was, it was tentacled;  I could see them trailing in the water. I was so grateful, so euphoric to be alive that, when I felt the touch of a tentacle to my intimate parts, I offered no resistance. The stroke of the tentacle was similar to a human finger. But when the thing attached the tentacle to my clitoris through suction, squeezing, throbbing, it felt better than any vibrator ever had. As it sucked me, the tip of another tentacle teased and tickled my vagina. I closed my eyes and surrendered, letting myself orgasm to remind myself that I had to make it home. I had cheated death. I had to live.

Part Three. Earth

The next thing I remember, I came around on the shore. The sun was shining and the sky was blue, and every part of me ached. Where was I? I recalled the boat sinking…where was Rodrigo? Where was anyone? But I was alone on the beach, still quite naked, and there was no sign of wreckage.

I walked along the beach for a while, and two figures appeared in the distance. They were walking towards me hand in hand, a man and a woman and, to my surprise, I realised they were naked too. The woman was pretty, freckled with lightly tanned skin and ginger hair, and sported a pair of magnificent breasts that had to be double F size. Her partner’s penis swung heavily. It was thick and a good nine inches long. Had I washed up on a nudist beach?

“Oh, hello? Excuse me!” I cried, “I need help…my ship sank!”

They hurried over and asked if I was hurt.

“No, but I’m cold and very hungry.”

“We’ll try to help. I’m Juan and this is Carla.”

“Excuse me…where are we?”

“Why, this is Lushland, of course!”

“Lushland? But where…”

Before I finished my question, Juan and Carla embraced passionately, kissing. Her hand seized his cock and began to tug at it. Juan grew hard at once. Carla knelt and wrapped her mouth around his penis and began to suck.

Surprised and slightly offended at this public intimacy, I began to back away. Noticing, Juan said casually,

“Oh, don’t mind us. My step-sister’s Black bull is coming round later and I want to make the most of her while she’s still mine!”

“Mmm…did I tell you? He’s giving it to me in my ass tonight,” Carla said, pausing to speak between licks of Juan’s throbbing shaft.

“Oh, you lucky thing. I’ll have the balm ready. You’ll need it after sitting on that big, black cock.”

“Wait…back up,” I said, slowly comprehending what I had heard, “Your…step-sister?”

Carla had now resumed fellating Juan. I looked down at her face, contorted as it was by the hard cock she was sucking.

“Sure,” Juan said, “What’s up? Don’t you blow your brothers?”

“Hell no! Gross!”

“Did you hear that, Carla? Apparently, she doesn’t approve! Well, you’re in Lushland now, so I’m afraid you should do as the natives do. Mmm…that feels great, babe!”

I ran from those two, incredulous at what they had told me. I found some old clothes discarded by some fisherman or vagrant. They were shabby, and they smelled bad, but at least I wasn’t naked any more. Looking back down the beach, I saw Juan shake his cock and a spray of semen burst out across Carla’s face. Plunging into the forest, I left the beach.

Part Four. Fire.

I walked through the forest, hoping to find a town. Soon, I happened upon a clearing where someone had left the remains of a picnic. I fell on the leftovers, eating hungrily. But when I heard people approaching, I decided to hide. 

Concealed by a tree, I peered around the trunk to watch as a young couple walked into the clearing and sat down. He was blonde, wearing jeans and a denim jacket and she, a brunette, sported a bright summer dress with flowers on it, although her breasts, which were at least double G size, were practically bursting out of it.. 

“Hey, someone’s been eating our food!” the woman cried in dismay.

“Yes! Still, there are other things to eat around here!”

Immediately, the woman rolled onto her back, hitched her dress up and spread her legs. The young man dived between her thighs and commenced cunnilingus. He was obviously remarkably skilful because, just thirty seconds later, the woman (who, remember, had had no foreplay at all, not so much as a kiss) let out a moan, a gasp and then a scream of ecstasy. A moment later, the whole forest rang with echoes of her screaming as she came repeatedly, writhing on the picnic rug, helpless in joy. 

Just as I was thinking, ‘Wow, that guy must be the best cunnilinguist in the world!’, the girl opened her eyes and saw me watching. But she didn’t tell the guy to stop eating her pussy. Instead, she spoke to me, her voice breathless and gasping.

“Hi! Enjoying the show?”

“Perhaps I should leave you two alone.”

“No, come and say hello. You can join in, if you like.”

As if in a dream, I stepped into the clearing. Quickly, the man stood. He undid his jeans and lowered them, whereupon there burst out the largest penis I have seen in my life. It must have been thirteen inches long, and as thick as a banana.

“The men of Lushland are certainly well endowed,” I thought to myself.

 “Hi! I’m Miguel, and this is Laura.”

“I’m MC. Excuse me, I’m lost. I was shipwrecked, and I need to get home.”

As I spoke, they completely undressed, and Laura knelt and began sucking Miguel’s dick, although it was so big that she gagged and could not get it all in. 

“Please help me! Is there an airport in Lushland? Where is the port?”

“The Port? Why, it’s just a kilometer through the woods in that direction!”

“Oh, thank you. I need to go.”

“Surely you can stay for a bit of fun?” said Laura, “He’s pretty good with that tongue!”

I was sorely tempted, having seen the effect Miguel had had on Laura but, reluctantly, replied,

“No, I’m sorry. I’d better go. Sorry about the food.”

“Ah, yes, about that,” Miguel said, “I’m afraid you broke the law of Lushland. You need to be moderated for that.”

“Moderated?”

“Ready, Laura?”

“Yes!”

Miguel seized me under the arms and bent me over, holding me still. Laura yanked my trousers down, and I felt the warm air on my bare bottom. Laura stood back, and smacked me firmly with her hand once, twice, three times. I gripped my knees as I was spanked, shocked but also relieved of the guilt I’d felt at stealing. Laura spanked me firmly and skilfully, her hand striking every area of my trembling buttocks until it my whole bottom glowed and tingled with stinging pain. The sight of Miguel’s throbbing cock, the thrill of submission and the pleasant sensation of touch left me damp between my legs.

At last, Laura ceased spanking me. But as I was about to stand, she slipped a finger into my vagina.

“You’re wet! Miguel…she’s turned on!”

I blushed deeply, but did not insist that Laura remove her finger, which was now stroking gently, probing for my g-spot.

“Poor MC, how are you to get home? You haven’t any money.”

I had not thought of this. 

“I’ll have to find work at the docks, I guess.”

Laura now had three fingers inside me.

“We can pay your passage on a boat…for a price!”

“And what price would that be?” I asked.

They both seemed non-plussed by the question, as if I’d said something bizarre, Laura said hesitantly, 

“Why, sex, of course. What do you do for money where you come from?”

“We…work in shops. And cook meals? And, you know, take care of people or cars?”

“Strange,” said Miguel, “Wouldn’t sex be more fun?”

I had never thought of capitalism that way before.

“Well, our offer is on the table. A ticket home from Lushland will cost you a hard fuck in your ass from Miguel and some oral sex for me.”

If I’d been at home, I would never have considered such an offer. But I was so anxious to get home…and so intrigued by the way things worked in this strange place…that I agreed.   

But by now, the sun was setting. There was a breeze getting up and it was chilly with no clothes on. So, we hurried around together collecting wood,until we had enough to build a fire, which we set by rubbing sticks together. By the time we were done, it was dark. 

When the fire was roaring, it was time to fulfil our bargain. By the light of the fire, I took to my hands and knees. Laura lay back and spread her legs for me. I leaned in, and her open vagina was deliciously fragrant and soft to the touch of my tongue. Why had I never tried cunnilingus before?

I gently parted her lips with my tongue and reached inside. As I licked her pussy, I stretched my bottom out for Miguel, and felt his fingers parting my sphincter, trying to lube it with saliva. His cock nudged the entrance several times and then, with a pop, the tip slipped into my bottom.

“Ufff,” I gasped, “That’s big!”

“You like my big cock in your ass, MC?”

“Yes!”

I liked it more and more as it gradually worked further in. Miguel reached between my legs and began to diddle my clit. The smell of Laura’s aroused vagina as I buried my face between her legs, and the warmth of the nearby flames on my body, the touch on my genitals and the sensual pain of the dick working it’s way up my newly spanked bottom made for the most intense sexual experience of my life.

Miguel built up his rhythm and I rocked back and forward with the motion. Miguel’s cock had stretched my sphincter as far as it would go, and it felt incredible. I forced myself downward, down to Laura’s pussy, and I licked her tenderly even as Miguel thrust into my ass, driving his penis hard and deep. I came again and again, powerful orgasms that made me shriek with joy. 

At last, Miguel came, depositing what felt like a cupful of semen in my back passage.  

I collected payment in the local currency of Lushcoins, bade them farewell, and hurried as quickly as my sore bottom would allow in the direction of the sea.

When I came to the port, there were ships bound for all sorts of wonderfully exotic places. It took me a while to find one for Barcelona. It sailed that night!

I found a bar to pass the time in. I sat and ordered wine. 

“Would you like a shot with that?” the portly barmaid asked.

“Sure.”

“Ok…I’ll see if Max or Pablo are available.”

“What?”

Then, behind the bar, I noticed a poster. It read,

“Do you crave cum? Do you find yourself worrying about where your next drink is coming from? You’re not alone. Call Cumholics Anonymous today.”

“Actually, on second thoughts, I’ll pass on the shot!” I said.

“Out of interest,” the barmaid said casually, “Do you enjoy sucking cock?”

I was shocked…what a personal question to ask someone she didn’t know!

“Eh…?”

“Where did you take your last cum shot? And how many guys have you slept with?”

“Those are very personal questions! What do you want, my sexual autobiography?”

“Just chatting, no need to be so touchy.”

I sat in silence, nursing my drink. When the wine had gone to my head, I slid payment across the bar, rose from my stool and said, “Sometimes it’s fun, in the forest nearby and nine. Good day!”

When I was across the gangplank, the crew gave me some wine, which sent me so deeply to sleep that, when I awoke, we were docking in Barcelona. And that is my whole story, exactly as it happened. Signed, MC.

                                                                   *

Dr. Ramirez filed the papers in MC’s patient notes and ordered her discharged. Her story was bizarre, but humans are strange creatures. From the way she had described it, Ramirez wasn’t sure he’d want to live in Lushland. But it sounded like it would make a hell of a place to vacation!