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Well, here we are well into September, and we’re already feeling the cool damp breezes here in South England. BUT I like to keep that summer sizzle going as long as possible, so as I promises, some really filthy vintage K D Grace.For your reading pleasure, as promised, here is Part 2 of Wet Dreams, which is one of the first stories I had published and, like a lot of my early stories, WET DREAMS is very filthy and not for the faint of heart. It is erotica … XXX all the way.  As some of you are aware of my attitude about condoms in erotica, especially when it’s very strictly fantasy, be warned, even without a condom, this story is safe sex because IT IS FICTION! Please enjoy it for what it is. 

If you’ve not read Part 1, find it here

Wet Dreams: Part 2

When the subjects arrived in the evening, he usually left the preparations to his graduate assistants. He felt the less he actually associated with the subjects the more objective he would be, but this evening, he made sure that it was he who prepped Three.

When he came to her, she was already curled up on her bed in the same nightie she had worn the night before. It was soft blue silk, buttoned just high enough to contain her breasts and just far enough down to hide her panties. His penis stirred at the way the silk lay against her hips and slid off one shoulder revealing the deep shadows of her collarbones. Her eyes were closed beneath a heavy fringe of dark lashes that matched her mussed, tomboyish hair. And her soft pubic curls, which he had only seen in a dream, he quickly reminded himself. She moaned softly and yawned, already approaching the gateway of vulnerable, innocent sleep.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, and her eyes fluttered open. “Doctor Nevins?” Her voice was warm and drowsy.

“In the flesh. Here to hook you up for dream time.” He felt stupid the minute he’d said it. What would she think? She knew no one read her dream journal but him. What an idiot!

A soft blush crawled up her cheeks. As sorry as he was that he’d made her uncomfortable, he was not sorry to see how the color glowed against the perfect arches of her cheekbones.

“I’m ready.” She offered him a shy smile. As she sat up, he caught a glimpse of her nipples pressed against the nightie. The memory of her tweaking them to erection as she fondled herself in his dream nearly took his breath away and made him very glad for the extra length of the lab coat covering the bulge growing in his trousers.

She sat very still as he fumbled with the electrodes. He was painfully aware of the touch of her hair against his hand, of the awkward brush of his arm against her breast as he checked the mobile monitor. He felt as though he would hyperventilate being this close to her, knowing what he knew. Worse yet, he feared he’d come in his pants right there in front of her, the pressure building in his balls felt so relentless.

This was insane. He didn’t even know this woman, this woman who had trusted him into her most intimate space, a space he couldn’t help feeling he had somehow violated. He reminded himself, as he had his subjects so many times, he wasn’t responsible for what he dreamed. As she thanked him and lie down, she lifted her legs into bed just so he got the tiniest glimpse of pink panties caressing the curve of her bottom and the pouting folds of her vulva. “Pleasant dreams,” he blurted. Then he fled back to the protection of the control room.

The night crawled by. Joe could hardly take his eyes off of Three, who was almost immediately in REM sleep. His own lack of sleep was taking its toll. His head ached, and coffee seemed to be of little help as the night wore on and he struggled to stay awake.

It was nearing two in the morning when Three began to thrash about, which usually didn’t happen in REM sleep. In REM sleep, the body had a safety mechanism that simulated paralysis to keep the dreamer from harming herself, and yet, impossibly, the EEG showed Three in REM sleep. She shoved back the blanket, pulled her pillow from under her head and thrust it between her legs.

Carefully Joe turned on the microphone to hear soft moans coming from three’s bed as her hips ground against the pillow. He felt his cock tighten as he watched, and he carefully released it into his hand. Her moans became kitten-like whimpers until at last, she sat up and tossed the pillow on the floor with such force that Joe was certain she was awake. The EEG read otherwise. She sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed looking around the darkened room. Joe held his breath as she lifted her bottom and slipped out of her panties. Then she opened her legs. One hand worked frantically between her pussy lips while the other cupped her breasts through the nightie. Clearly frustrated, she fumbled through the few items on the nightstand, and for a second he thought she would wake Four, who was now snoring softly.

Finally she found what she was looking for, a hairbrush with a round wooden handle shaped almost like…

“Jesus,” Joe whispered, as she stuck the end of the hairbrush into her mouth and began to lick it and suck it as though it were a Popsicle … as though it were a cock. Through the microphone he could hear the wet sounds of her saliva, now dripping from her chin as she pulled the end of the brush from her lips. He knew what was would happen next, and it took all of his self control to keep from shooting his wad at the very thought.

He fumbled with the zoom, watching, holding his breath, as Three opened her engorged cunt with wet fingers and shifted her hips until the angle was just right. Then, with a catch of her breath that let him know just how good it felt, she eased the smooth wooden end of the brush, dripping with her saliva, between her pussy lips, which opened, yielded grudgingly and swallowed the handle to the hilt.

He pressed his thumb hard against the underside of the head of his cock and breathed deeply. Not yet! He couldn’t come just yet. He had to make it last.

She was now leaning back on the bed, her buttocks lifted completely off the mattress, supported by her heals as she thrust onto the handle with all her strength.

Joe held his breath, terrified she would wake the other sleepers. He should stop her. He didn’t want her to be caught in a humiliating situation. He should tuck his cock away and do something.

Three collapsed on her side with a moan that sounded more like frustration than satisfaction. Then she pulled the brush handle from her pussy, sat up and threw it as hard as she could across the room.

“Shit!” This time Joe cursed out loud. Fortunately the control room was sound proof. Amazingly, the sharp thwack of Sleeping woman reading181340322466666994_IswNAb85_bthe brush against the wall woke no one. He heaved a sigh, but then caught his breath again. Was Three watching him? That was impossible. There were no windows in the control room, and yet, her gaze seemed locked on him. He glanced at the EEG. She was still in REM sleep. How could this be? Suddenly she sprang to her feet and ran out of the camera’s view. Frantically he tried to follow her across the bank of monitors, but she disappeared from sight. He was still squinting at the screens when the door to the control room burst open.

He made a futile attempt to shove his penis back into his trousers, but in the end could do no more than pull his lab coat across his lap. Before he could even turn in his chair, he could see three’s reflection in the monitors as she launched herself at him.

She grabbed the chair and turned him to face her with surprising strength, placing a hand on each arm so he was trapped. “Dr Nevins. Wake up,” She gasped. “You’re dreaming.”

He woke with a start to find Three shaking him. She growled her frustration and yanked the Portable EEG over her head, electrodes and all, slamming the whole apparatus down on the counter next to the monitors.

“Your dreams, I’m dreaming your dreams. Sexy dreams.” she gasped. “It’s always you watching in my dreams. And now I’m in yours. Please wake up. You’re frightening me.”

“Dear God, I was dreaming?” He tried to push her away, but he was at a distinct disadvantage in the chair with a debilitating hard-on and a scantily clad woman practically on top of him.

She nodded.

“And you?”

“I was dreaming too. I had a hairbrush and you were watching.”

He struggled to breath. “How can that be?”

“I don’t know.” she clawed at his lab coat until he could hold it no longer, and his erection was there for them both to see. “But we’re driving each other crazy. I need to come, and it’s clear you need to come too. That’s obvious in my dreams and yours too.” She bent and kissed him hard. “We can help each other.”

“I can’t.” He tried to push her away. “Don’t you understand? I can’t. I’m ethically bound to — ”

“Fuck your ethics. We’re not dreaming now. We’re wide awake.” Her voice was breathless as her hand strayed to his cock. “And we need each other.”

“Oh God,” he groaned, arching back in the chair. He felt her nails tear at his hands as he made one more weak attempt to push her away, which ended abruptly as she dropped onto her knees and took his cock into her mouth like she had done the brush handle. All the way to the hilt. All the way to his balls!

“Please. Fuck me,” she gasped as she pulled away.

He yielded, no longer able to deny what they both needed so desperately.

He never would have expected what she did next. Holding his gaze, she stood up, opened her pussy lips with one hand, then turned around and sat down on his lap. It was that simple. He found himself buried up to his balls in her tight, warm cunt, which grabbed his penis each time she shifted her hips, exactly like her mouth had done only seconds before.

“Jesus,” he gasped, struggling hard not to come just from the feel of her exquisite grip. “Ah, God. You’re sure we’re awake?”

She ground her ass hard against him. “Better than a dream, isn’t it?” She guided his hand over her soft pubic curls until his fingers came to rest against her pearl hard clit. “Touch me there.” She gave a whimper of pleasure. “That’s so good. Just like that. Don’t stop.”

He could smell the strong tidal scent of her arousal, and as he leaned forward to kiss her back, he caught the scent of sleep — warm, sweaty sleep, against her skin. The hand that wasn’t enthralled with her straining clitoris cupped and stroked the firm mounds of her breasts and thumb her distended nipples. He tried to tell himself he should stop. She was his subject, not his lover. But it didn’t matter, not as long as her cunt gripped his cock like a glove. In the bank of monitors, he watched his reflection fucking her, watched his fingers curling into her cunt.

“You’ve invaded my dreams, you’re always watching, always making me want you. And now you’re pulling me into your dreams. I don’t care, but don’t make me suffer.”

“I’m not doing it on purpose. I can’t help it,” he gasped, feeling her areola rise against his thumb.

“You can help it. Give me what I need. Do it now.” Then suddenly every muscle in her body tensed. Her pussy gripped his cock like a fist. He shoved his way out of the chair, still pounding into her, pushing her against the edge of the desk, kneading her bottom with each thrust as she strained back with all her strength, rocking her hips in a maddening rhythm. Each time she pushed back, his heavy balls felt like they would burst. How could he stand any more without completely exploding?

Suddenly she was growling like a wildcat, growling until surely her throat was raw, grunting and shoving until it was all he could do to hold onto her. Then she cried out, the tight clench of her orgasm sending him over the edge too, until he emptied his balls into her convulsing pussy for what seemed like half the night.

When he was finished coming, she reached into the pocket of his lab coat and pulled out his handkerchief. He watched in fascination as she wiped his cock, then cleaned the folds of her pussy, while he admired the swollen deep well of her. At last she straightened her nightie and sat quietly while he reattached the electrodes and slipped the monitor back around her neck. Then she kissed him and returned to her bed. Within minutes she was fast asleep.

 

The next morning, the other subjects had gone by the time Three finished her journal. As she handed it to him, she spoke without preamble. “How is it possible for two people to share dreams, Doctor?”

He took the notebook. “I don’t know. In all my research on REM sleep, nothing like this has ever happened before. But what bothers me more than the dream sharing is what we did when we woke up.”

She blinked. “You didn’t want to fuck me?”

“Of course I did.” He spoke between barely parted lips. “But it’s one thing to dream about something. It’s another to act on it.”

The beautiful blush crawled up her cheeks.

“It’s unethical and unprofessional, what I did.”

She nodded. “It means I can’t continue on as a test subject. For that I’m sorry. But I’m not sorry that we had sex, and I don’t want you to be either. It was good.”

He looked down at his hands clasped over the journal and felt himself blush.

She took a step closer and touched his wrist. “I like you. I’m intrigued by the way you live in other people’s dreams, by the way you visited mine. Perhaps you’ve discovered something else that needs to be researched. Perhaps I’d be the perfect subject for such a study.” She brushed a warm lingering kiss across his lips. “Sex in the waking world beats the hell out of anything REM sleep can offer. Put that in your notes, Doctor.” She fled, leaving him holding the journal.

Writing pen and birds 1_xl_20156020            For a long moment he stood looking down at the only thing he had left of Three. Then slowly, he opened it to the cover page and caught his breath.

Yesterday in had contained only the words, Subject # 3. But today, beneath the number was the name, Nina Emerson, along with her phone number.

His heart skipped a beat as he remembered the feel of being inside her. He closed the journal and returned to his desk. Nina was right. They had discovered something that needed to be researched, something more intriguing than any study of the dream world. He would call her, invite her for a drink. That was a start. They could do the research together. For the first time in ages, he felt fully awake.

 
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