Missed First Blood

I said I would hit office hours, but... The last couple of days have been living hell. Nobody ever told me I should've stayed homeschooled, especially if I wanted to retain any iota of energy.

"Homeschool sounds so great right now."

And a school of superpowers was even worse for trying to retain any energy. Monet, with her super strength, apparently meant she was also super full of energy. She wouldn't stop coming over and with super strength the door was never an impediment for her.

But Monet doesn't matter right now. Betsy does. As currently my body was riding her into next Tuesday. Except I wasn't in control of my body, and Betsy's body was as lifeless as a corpse.

In the middle of the night I was awakened to a bright purple butterfly appearing over my head. And then it disappeared as suddenly as it appeared. A few moments later my body started to move on its own. Out into the hall and down a few steps and into the room of my current Professor, Betsy.

Her sleeping form made me worried at first, as the only signs of life came from the occasional up and down of her stomach to show she was breathing. She didn't move at all. I continued to get worried for her sake until I remembered that I was no longer in control of my own body.

"..."

I tried to squeak out any semblance of speech to get Betsy's attention, but my lips weren't in my control either. Finally my body resumed its movement and walked to the edge of her bed. My legs were lifted onto themselves onto the bed in a kneeling position and trudged its way towards Betsy. My arms parted her legs around me and my body continued until it was right at the epicenter between her legs. My dick became hard and my boxers threatened to snap open. My hadn't reached down and gave my member a few strokes underneath the boxers, then my boxers came completely off.

I had my eyes on Betsy the entire time. Still she did not move or react to anything that was going on in front of her. She really must have been a heavy sleeper.

I looked down to see the progress of my body's mind of its own and saw my dick getting closer to Betsy's pussy. My body leaned down as it approached and pulled the edges of the silk nightgown up her body revealing her naked form. Finally my dick reached the edge of her pussy, its edges felt wet both from my dick and from Betsy's as well. Maybe she was having one of "those" dreams.

My dick pushed back the folds and slowly entered in her. At first probing the foreign area, and then over time my body seemed to grasp this new natural phenomenon and began pumping in and out. Betsy's lifeless form started to lightly moan, giving me even more confusing explanations of what was going on.

How could she just sleep through this? Who was controlling my body? How was someone controlling my body? And why was the point of controlling my body having sex with Professor Braddock? I might've never had any of these answers if it wasn't for what happened next.

My body started to give into lust and aggressively pumped in and out of Betsy at full speed. One of my hands even reached out to latch onto one of Betsy's breasts as a handle. If someone came in to see this whole scene it would look like a bull riding contest.

"Oh baby!" my body screamed. "I couldn't wait any longer. I've been trying to get you to do this to me of your own accord. I've even sent psychic hints during class, but you've ignored them all. But not tonight, no you're mine tonight whether you like it or not."

My body continued to ride Betsy's body all night until both of us cummed. But I learned something tonight. Betsy could take over my body and make me do the things she wanted. If I ignored her for too long she would just do this again.

After Betsy got what she wanted my body sauntered back to my room and collapsed onto the bed. I was in control of my body again, but I was beat. I had no energy left to tackle this new obstacle and I bet an excused absence for tomorrow's class was in the cards, courtesy of Professor Braddock.

"Fuck me," my muffled voice said into the mattress.