Two Hours And Thirty-Three Cocks

Lois Left the bathroom looking as fresh as when she had first entered the club. Skin was smooth and tight, breasts were perky, body was trim and young, and her hair was raven black.

Not one drop of jizz had left that bathroom, until she had carried it out in her stomach.

Yet for all that she was thrilled to have her youth back, Lois wasn't sure how long it would last...or what Circe was up to.

I've got to get **** on that bitch. Lois determined. Maybe I can...suck whatever it was she took out of me out of her?

Not a terrible plan, but it was one that Lois was going to need help with. Someone powerful enough to restrain an immortal sorceress, skeevy enough to do it while Lois was sucking at her pussy, and discreet enough to never mention it again afterwards.

Lois found a quiet corner of the club and dialed.

"Hey, Kara? Lois Lane. Look, I need some help..."

It took less time to explain than Lois thought to explain. Power Girl took things in stride. She promised to be there soon. Lois hung up and made a few more calls. Assembled her team. Zatanna and Raven could handle magic stuff. Big Barda owed her a favor. Batgirl was a strategist.

Half an hour later, the phone calls were done. Despite the liter or so of cum she had swallowed, Lois felt a familiar hunger in her throat, eyes straying to every bulge in the room. A strand of gray hair fell in her face. Lois slipped out of the firedoor at the back of the club, into the alley where the women were going to meet.

One by one they arrived. Dropping from the skies, appearing in a shower of magical sparks, stepping out of the shadows as though they had been there all along. Lois smiled, and knew the women could already see the little wrinkles at her eyes as the reporter's borrowed youth was already starting to fade.

"Thank you all for coming. I call this meeting of Lois Lane's Bitch Brigade to order." she smiled, hoping none of the superfolk could smell the cum on her breath. "Our target is Circe, the immortal sorceress who stole my youth. I want it back."

"It's not just Circe," Raven said. "I sense another, demonic, presence down below. They may be working together."

"More cunts to punt," Barda grunted, loosening up her shoulders.

"And we will," Batgirl promised. She tapped her cowl, images flashing across the augmented reality lenses there. "I've got the schematics for the building. Here's the plan..."