"Tina, your clit is all wet and sticky!" Selina snarled as she squeezed it. "Have you and Jasmine been rubbing your sissy-sticks when you should be working?"
"NGGGHHH, yes!" Tina squealed, her clitty spurting again from the embarrassment of the confession.
"Why, you nasty thing!" Selina held up her hand, now sticky with Tina's cum. "You two will be punished!"
* * *
"If I start messing with the X-Men," Fred said as he typed at the computer, "I'm sure their leader, that professor, would find out. So I should deal with him first. Now I think you'll like this, Harley."
"MMMHHH!" Harley said, looking up at him as she continued to suck his sock.
* * *
"Bryce! Where are you!"
Bryce squealed as she heard Alfred bellowing from below. The poor thing was in the bathroom, vigorously playing with herself as she fantasized about Nightwing.
"If Mr. Alfred finds out, he'll spank me!"
That just made it worse!
* * *
May Parker licked her lips as she saw who was lounging in the room.
Fred had always resented how much Spider-Man's most famous villains had lorded it over him, treated him as a second-rate loser.
Well, if Barbara Gordon needed a couple of male prostitutes to pleasure the ladies, it seemed a reasonable choice to give some of those stuck-up jerks the job.
Electro was there, just dressed in his mask, gloves, boots, and a green speedo. Beside him was Kraven the Hunter with his pants and vest -- and nothing else.
"I hear you are in need of love," Kraven said.
"I need COCK!" Aunt May moaned.
* * *
Professor X was sitting in his office, going over the syllabuses for some of the classes. He needed to put together the classes, needed to prepare a speech about mutants, needed to plan out the X-Men's next missions.
His shoulders slumped. It was so much stress, so much work. It seemed that he always had a thousand and a one things to do, so many responsibilities and stress that were making Professor X utterly miserable.
He was envious about many of his students. Especially some of the female ones. Because they were pretty, it seemed they didn't need to worry about anything. They just shook their butts and tossed their hair and a bunch of boys were eager to carry their books and do whatever the girls asked them to do. Just a bunch of bimbos without any concerns.
Professor X blushed at the thought of being envious about those school bimbettes mincing around class, not worrying about anything except their outfits and their dates.