Lois Does Some Draining Of Her Own

The door opened. Lois Lane turned to see a young man, more than half-drunk and stumbling, fumble in with his fly open. He blinked at her, taking in the bare pussy, the breasts.

"Hey," he leered. "You wanna suck my cock?"

Hunger hit Lois like she had never known. A strange, terrible pull that brought her to her knees before he could even get his prick out of his underwear.

"Hot damn," he said. The moment his cock was out, it was in the reporter's mouth. Not very long or thick or hard, but her lips sealed about the base and she began to bob her head, tongue swirling around the tip.

It tasted of sweat and spilled beer and stale piss, and...Lois didn't know how to put it. The cock tasted of youth, a terrible potentiality, the answer to that which gnawed at her. She grasped his hips, pulling his pathetic pecker deep inside of her, sucking hard...and then harder...

His cum hit the back of her mouth, and she swallowed the bitter load without thinking. She kept sucking...there was something else, something flowing between them...and it was all Lois could do to draw herself away at the end, as his prick went soft.

The young man sagged against the wall. He didn't look much different. Half-****, dick out, leaning against the wall. Lois turned to look in the mirror...

The reflection wasn't the same as a moment ago. A little less grey in the hair, laugh-lines at the mouth less prominent, tits a little plumper. Still old but not...as old. Lois looked at her hands, trying to remember how they had been a moment ago.

Is this all in my head? She wondered. Or did I really just get...younger?

Voices came from the door to the bathroom. More people coming in. Lois licked her lips, the strange, unnatural hunger still gnawing at her belly. What was she going to do?