A Christmas to Remember

'It's called tuberculosis,' Justin corrected him. 'Anyhow, we got a book written in Braille, and that was your book.'

'Too-burr-cue-low-sis?' Sir Richard, obviously not having been versed in medicine, pronounced the words uncertainly.

'It's Latin for small swellings of tumours,' Justin explained.

'Oh, yes! I am a renowned linguist, which you ought to have known, since you found my book,' Sir Richard said proudly. 'I spent a long, long time translating Vatsyayana's words from the ancient language into a version that people may appreciate. And that reminds me as to what I was going to do with you.' Rachel groaned with disappointment. She hated having to have been reminded of his intent. 'And you, Mr. you must beg your pardon, but I believe I didn't get your names.'

'Oh, my apologies! Rachel said. 'My name is Rachel, and this is my husband, Justin.'

'Very good! We should've been introduced a lot earlier. Anyhow, Justin, were you also subject to premature birth?'

'No,' Justin replied. 'I have Leber Congenital Amaurosis, which means that both my parents passed on a bad gene. If I didn't have it, I would've been able to see well at night, and I would've been able to see colours just fine.'

'That is quite a tragedy,' the captain remarked sadly.

'No, it's not!' Rachel said indignantly. We're able to live fairly independent lives, and ever since we got married, we've been able to support each other through thick and thin!'

'Still, I'm afraid I can't use you as crewmen on board my ship, which was what I had originally intended for you to be, as punishment, but I'm afraid I have no choice. I will have to bid farewell to you both and have you walk the plank.'

Rachel and Justin both gasped with horror. 'Nooooo!' they both screamed.

'Lord, save us!' Rachel shrieked. 'Oh, please, captain, may we not please you some other way?' She hated how her voice became all whiny, but she was desperate. She also hoped that by mimicking the manner in which he spoke, he would be apt to take her more seriously.

'Ahem, my fair young lady, it has been so long since I have been engulfed with the joys of wonders of life. Mayhaps... I might be able to forgive you this once, but you must do something for me, obviously.'

Both Rachel and Justin relaxed a little. 'Oh, please, sir,' Justin said, almost crying, 'we'll do anything, just let us live!'

'Well, since you two know what my book is about--'

'We haven't even gotten through the first page!' Rachel protested.

'Well, you obviously saw what it was about and must have some idea. I've spent hours and hours drafting that book, wholy ashamed that I had no one with whom I could share my feelings of gratitude. I have written in it for days on end, with such yearning to be loved and courted by a noble wife, of her body, so soft and tender, and her warmth spreading throughout my every being with each embrace, but alas, at forty years of age, nobody notices my very existence. This book will bring me fame, and I can have all my desires fulfilled.

'I'm really sorry,' Rachel said softly. 'That must be disappointing to go unloved for so many years.'

'I met Rachel at a school that was specifically meant for the blind, and she and I have been quite inseparable since then.'

'We always knew we were meant for each other.'

'How I envy you both,' the captain remarked with a tone of melancholy. You two must have been blessed with such a fine gift. I set a-sail at a very young age, obliged to shift for myself when I was but fifteen. Thanks to a will that was graciously bequesed to me by my father, I attended college for nearly eight years, where I eventually became one of the best learned pupils in which I familiarised myself with the principles of linguistics. But while I only had a few experiences of love and courtship, I have never thus far landed a long-term wife, and that is what my heart desires the most. I dream of one day hearing that joyous and uplifting tune that Mr. Johan Sebastian bach had written when we have been wedded.'

Justin, who was a fan of classical music, said, 'That's one of my favourite! I often played Jesu for Christmas, and that always cheers Rachel up.'

After some time went by and no one had said a word, Rachel asked in anxious accents, 'Well, what do you want us to do?'

'It is simple. Oblige me by sacrificing your husband and having you be my wife.'

'No way!' Justin cried out. 'I love Rachel and I vowed to her that I'd be there for her always!'

'Then I'm afraid you will both have to walk the plank to-night.' He made a move towards them, as if to push them out onto the deck. Sensing this, Rachel and Justin both ducked down.

'Noooo!' Rachel screamed. 'Why are you that desperate, and so cruel? Justin, please! This poor guy is lonely. Can't we do something for him?'

'Guy?' Sir Richard chuckled. 'I have never been referred to by such a term afore. I appreciate your willingness to reason, my dear Rachel. Surely, you must understand how I truly feel.'

'Well,' Rachel said, her voice choked with terror, 'Can't we make a deal with you?'

'If you really are from the future, how can I know for sure that you will be gone the next morning, and thus not ruin my plans to release my book?'

'I don't know, but I just hope this is all a nightmare! Please pinch me... either you or Justin.' The latter, who was sitting right next to her, obediently pinched her left arm. 'Owww! I'm definitely awake, so that must mean you are, too!'

'Well, since you obviously cannot wake up from what is real, you must still find a way to please me.'

'Wait, that's it!' Justin shouted, as if he had been struck by a sudden inspiration. 'Rachel, you and I are both openly married, right?'

'Yes!' she replied hopefully. Maybe, Rachel thought, Justin knows a way to save us!

'I have not heard of such a thing,' said the captain. 'What is an open marriage?' He, too, sounded hopeful.

'Well,' Rachel said, 'we're both ethically non-monogamous and we both like finding new partners, as long as we all know about it.'

Justin added, 'We hardly ever get jealous because we know that those people love us equally, and vice versa.'

'Fascinating!' Sir Richard commented. 'Might there be a chance for me, after all?'

'Well, I don't know,' Justin said. 'We really need to get back to our own time. Our parents will wonder what became of us if we just suddenly vanished into thin air. They'd worry themselves sick!'

'So, have you parents living, eh?'

'Yes, but we're living in an apartment together! That's called a tenement house, right, Captain?' Rachel asked.

'That is indeed correct,' answered that personage drily. 'Or they could be called flats. But how are you able to afford the rent, given that you are both blind and have not a job to support you?'

'Well,' we get a pension from the federal government, and we live in apartments that gets part of its rent from them. Since we're both college students, we hope to find a job that will allow us to potentially buy a home,' Justin said.

'Eh, quite the capitalists you are, that is very good! I admire that. Such young men as you, I am glad to hear, have not lost this custom yet!' Again, they were both struck by the inequality of his remarks, but they felt it useless to argue the point. 'Anyhow,' the captain continued, 'Permit me to bestow upon you a gift you shall forever cherish.'

* * * * * * * * * *

And with that, the captain's true intentions became known. Taking Rachel's hand, he roughly placed it on his throbbing horn that was gently swaying to and fro. It was much thicker than what Justin had, and she was suddenly in deep turmoil, as she had not expected this. I truly love Justin,' she reminded herself, but I also love to have fun with someone else as long as Justin knows about it. Most of the other people she's been with were women, and the guys she had met never had such pieces of equipment as what the captain now displayed proudly. Feeling how big and round his balls were made her knees go weak, as she imagined having him deep inside of her.

'Justin, hearing Rachel gasp with surprise, asked, 'What's wrong, Hun?'

Rachel, not knowing how to respond without offending him, just took his hand and showed him. He, too, felt pretty insecure about his own instrument. He prided himself on it being very long and capable of deep penetration, and Rachel enjoyed feeling it swaying slowly to and fro when it was tall and erect, but to find one that got thicker and wider towards the base was something he had never felt before, which made him feel pangs of envy. He imagined the captain to be one of those stereotypical burly men with huge hands and hairy arms. Without his being aware of it, he himself had been aroused at the idea of feeling the captain's huge meat on various parts of his body. While he was mainly straight, he was a little bicurious and was waiting for an opportunity to present itself to meet some guys at a bathhouse. He finally could ignore his hardness no longer. He took off his clothes with a flourish and beckoned Rachel to come over. She reached out with her other hand and started massaging his erection lovingly.

'Your admiration of my powerful lingam is transparent,' the captain mused, in tones of excitement.

'Oh, yes, I do!' Rachel said, her voice soft and high-pitched with pleasure.

'I had always wanted to know what other guys were like,' Justin said, also sounding excited.

'And you, my dear Rachel, your yoni must be as beautiful as the sweet lotuses of spring. I desire to gently give it a kiss, which shall forever be impressed in my memory.'

Rachel, never having been addressed to with such praise, which sounded very poetic, only made her fall in love with him even more. She had to forgive him for sounding so desperate. Maybe he never intended to throw them into the ocean but was just instead using that threat as a scare. She had obviously never heard the terms 'lingam' and 'yoni', but the context in which he had used them implied that he was referring to his penis and her vulva. She still couldn't shake off the guilt she felt for feeling as if she were betraying Justin, and she sincerely hoped he would understand. With shaking hands, she removed her undergarment and took one of the captain's rock-steady hands, which was his left, and gently placed his fingers in her purring slit. She at once felt him start to gently caress her as he searched for the magic button that would instantly send waves of sheer pleasure coursing through her body. Then she felt him kneel down and hungrily lick her, just as he had uttered.

Meanwhile, Justin became engrossed in how big and strong the captain's penis was, and he longed to know how it felt to have it in his mouth. He was also aware that it had already started filling up with pre-ejaculate fluid, and he was curious to taste it, wondering if it was the same as licking Rachel. To his surprise, it was. He gently bobbed his head up and down, hearing the captain grunt and groan with each breath he took. He also heard Rachel's soft moans in the distance as the captain continued licking and fingering her. He suddenly felt someone giving him a hand job on his erect member and wondered whose it was. The hand felt rough and unfamiliar, so he assumed it was that of the captain. Rachel must have stopped, he surmised.

'Justin, my dear chap,' the captain groaned. 'You give such fabulous mouth congress!'

'What is a mouth congress?' Justin asked, his voice muffled with the penis that was still inside. He took it out, noticing that it made a loud 'glurp' sound as he did so. He repeated his question.

'You please me very well,' the captain replied. 'You really know how to be a gentleman.'

'I think he means oral sex, 'Rachel clarified.

'You are right, my dear. It is one of the many positions of which I have written about in my book.

all three of them were now fully aroused with the foreplay in which they have engaged thus far. Without another word, the captain led them to the bed upon which Rachel and Justin had woken up earlier. Rachel, taking off her brassiere, allowed her breasts to slowly swing freely as she got in bed. Hearing them smack against each other excited her a little more. The captain, fully excited, started playing with her bosom as he prepared himself to go deep inside of her. 'Oh, how my heart a-flutters!' he said, breathing hard. Then he hesitated. 'What's wrong?' Rachel asked.'

'I wish not to impregnate you,' Sir Richard replied.

'Oh, is that all? Justin, do you still have any condoms left?'

'Ah, I should have thought of that!' The captain rummaged in what Rachel thought was some kind of trunk. The captain, who went on numerous expeditions for his research, always carried a small supply, should he once have an encounter one day. Then he came over. She reached over to feel his penis. It was enveloped in some kind of weird material that felt similar to rubber. 'Is that a condom?' she asked uncertainly.

'It is, indeed.'

'But it feels so weird!'

'It is made from only the finest rubber from the trees of Africa.'

'I just hope it doesn't break,' Rachel said nervously. 'It's a good thing I'm on the pill, but I will see about getting some anti-pregnancy medicine just in case.'

'Is there such a medicine?' Sir Richard asked, intrigued.

'Yes, it's called a "morning after pill." It stops your ovary from releasing the egg.'

'How ingenious!' the captain exclaimed. 'Will wonders never cease? It would be a miracle if our druggists could make such a concoction.'

'Oh yes! Medical science is always coming up with new things!' Rachel, temporarily sidetracked by their conversation, once again allowed her body to relax, so that the captain might penetrate her. Sensing that Rachel had gone silent, the captain proceeded in mounting her as she lay on her back. She braced herself for the impact, not knowing how someone with such a thick penis would make her feel. I'm already very wet, so that would definitely help, she thought. She gasped as she felt him start ramming into her gently, then with more energy. It hurt a little at first, but she soon felt that familiar tingle which caused more juices to be produced. Pretty soon, she hardly became aware that he was still thrusting rhythmically inside of her.

Justin, who did not want to miss this moment, got in between them, and put his still erect penis in between Rachel's and the captain's mouth. They at once began sucking on it greedily as all three of them were on the verge of reaching climax. Rachel had two wonderful men surrounding her, both eager to please her, and she wallowed in this wonderful moment. She was only near seconds from being drowned, and she was thankful the captain was willing to forgive her and Justin. She was curious to know how his face felt, so she did just that. She found it to be much more prominent than Justin's, but that didn't matter to her. She felt his mouth gently sucking one of her nipples, conscious that his coarse beard rubbed against her soft skin.

'Oh, oh, oh,' went Rachel's voice as she was nearing orgasm, her words sounding more frantic.

'Ah, yes!' Went the captain and Justin. Both of them were just on the brink, but neither of them wanted it to end just yet. They lay there, breathing hard, giving Rachel a chance to recover. Then they continued once more. Then, something very peculiar happened.

'Oh, oh, oh, my God!' Rachel screamed.

'Oh, Rachel!' shouted Justin.

'Oh, my lord, this is the best!' growled the captain. And with that, all three of them, heaving and quivering as they reached orgasm at nearly the same time, an invisible portal opened underneath them, but since they were all engulfed in the sheer bliss of having shared such an intimate moment, they were never made aware that all had slid down a steep tunnel that led outside the ship, dragged by an invisible force, causing the captain to suddenly vanish into a mist of nothingness, leaving only Rachel and Justin clinging onto one another.

'Justin, we're flying!' Rachel screamed. and with that, they both hit the floor with a sudden thud that caused them to wake up.

'Huh?' Justin and Rachel cried out. They felt around them and noticed that they were back in bed.

'What just happened?' Justin asked. 'Are we back?'

'I think we are!' Feeling the open Braille book beside her, she hugged him fiercely. 'Oh, Justin, we're back!' Rachel hooted, jumping with joy. She checked her smart watch. It said that it was six AM the next morning. 'Oh, Justin, do you supposed we dreamed everything?'

'I don't know. How is it possible that we both could have the same dream? It was as real as if we were actually there!'

'I know! I really felt scared that Richard guy was gonna drown us!' She could barely repress an involuntary shudder.

'What do you think got us back here? Was it because we all came at the same time?'

Rachel thought for a second. 'Maybe... or maybe because the captain was so lonely that, after he had a chance to fulfill his dreams, the thing that brought us there no longer needed us to remain there any longer. I really do hope he finds someone in his own time, though.

And so, folx, that concludes the story of Justin and Rachel, as they both got to experience what having sex was like during the Victorian era, thanks to a book that their parents had graciously given to her and Justin. No one could prove whether that book had anything to do with what they had just experienced. They got a chance to read it on late evenings and weekends, and they both appreciated having met such a wonderful man who gave up all his life in search of a way to detail the experiences of sex, love, and relationships from all around the world. This, they both agreed, was the best fifth wedding anniversary present they could ever get! So, just because sex may be highly underrated, with people getting instant gratification from watching porn, let us not forget the real meaning of what it is like to experience true love. And hence, why the Twelve Days of Christmas is so significant, because each day, our true love will give us something special.

THE END