Bimbo Lights - illustrated
Copyright© 2025 by CreepyUnclePete - by Limnophile
Chapter 9
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9 - The mad scientists at Bimbotech outdid themselves by inventing Bimbo Lights, cigarettes that turn female smokers into hot and horny idiots. There are rumors Bimbotech is also working on new brands of beer and wine. Everybody knows all college boys are always honorable and responsible, and would never misuse them, right? Right?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Drunk/Drugged Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Anal Sex Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism Big Breasts Public Sex Small Breasts Smoking Illustrated
I didn’t even knock. Why bother? In our house, the concept of “privacy” had basically been incinerated by a pack of Bimbo Lights and a few bottles of that freaky Bimbotech wine. My heart was hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird, and my dick was already a rock in my jeans. I could smell her, not just the soap, but that heavy, musky scent of a woman who’s been working herself into a frenzy.
I pushed the bathroom door open and there she was. Gorgeous Elizabeth. The “Saint” of the family. She was pressed against the frosted glass of the shower, water sluicing over her pale skin, but her hand was shoved deep between her legs. She wasn’t just washing; she was absolutely demolishing her own slit, her head tilted back, eyes squeezed shut, letting out these little, pathetic whimpers that sounded like a dying kitten. I could only see the shape of her through the frosted glass, but it was the hottest thing I’d ever heard in my life.
“Get out, Kevin!” she shrieked, though she didn’t actually stop rubbing. Her fingers were moving in a blur, and her chest was heaving, those green eyes wide with a mix of terror and raw, unadulterated lust. “This is a violation! This is ... oh god ... a sin!”
“A sin?” I stepped closer, my eyes locked on the rhythmic motion of her hand. “You’re the one in here jerking off like a porn star, Liz. Since when did the Bible forbid watching a little self-care?”
“It’s unnatural!” she gasped, her voice trembling as she hit a peak, her hips giving a sudden, involuntary jerk. “The flesh is weak, Kevin! We are meant to be tempered!”
“Funny how you forget the ‘tempering’ part when you’re soaking wet. I’ll be happy to help you out,” I countered, leaning against the sink. “What about Lot’s daughters? You know the story. They got their father hammered and did it right there in the cave to keep the bloodline going. If the Bible says that’s how you survive a crisis, maybe we’re just being biblical.”
“That was a tragedy of desperation!” she wailed, though she was now practically vibrating, her fingers working overtime. “You can’t just ... use a scripture to justify... nnnngh ... your perversions!”
“Who’s the one desperate to do perved things right now?” I asked, my voice dropping an octave. “Because from where I’m standing, you look like you’re half a minute from a religious experience.”
“Please forgive me, Jesus! I’m a weak sinner and can’t help myself!”
“You’re helping yourself just fine, from what I see!”
My oldest sister and most attractive relative shoved the shower door open, grabbed my wrist, and shouted, “Shut up and fuck me!”
My clothes were sopping wet in seconds, but it was worth it to see her amazing body!
I didn’t waste a single second. I ripped my jeans and boxers off, kicking them into the sink with a wet thud. I stepped right into the spray, the warm water slapping against my chest as I lunged for her. Elizabeth was a goddamn vision, blonde, glistening, and absolutely desperate. Her boobs were only a third the size of Mom’s, which still meant big. She looked at my cock, her eyes glazing over with a hunger that totally erased all that “holy” bullshit she’d been preaching for years. I grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, pinning her against the tiled wall.
I didn’t go for the kill immediately; I wanted to see her break. I slid my hand down, diving straight into the heat of her. Her pussy was like a soaking wet furnace, drenched in both shower water and a ridiculous amount of her own juices. I jammed two fingers inside her, hooking them up and rubbing that swollen little clit with my thumb. Suddenly, she let out a scream that probably woke the neighbors, her back arching so hard she nearly slipped. She was shaking, her thighs clamping around my arm, as she hit a massive, shuddering orgasm that left her gasping for air.
“More! God, Kevin, I need more!” she shrieked, her voice raw and demanding. She didn’t care about the sin anymore; she was just a horny mess. She grabbed my shoulder and yanked me toward her, her legs wrapping around my waist with a grip like a vise. “Stop playing around! Put it in me! Now! Fuck me right now!”
I was more than happy to obey. I lined myself up and drove my dick deep into her, feeling the tight, wet slide of her walls clamping down on me. The sensation was electric. We didn’t even have a rhythm yet, just raw, desperate pounding as the water hammered down on us. Elizabeth was sobbing and moaning, her nails digging into my back, her green eyes locked on mine with a look of pure, unbridled lust.
“Oh God, yes! Right there!” she wailed, her head banging against the tile with every thrust. “Fuck me, Kevin! Forget religion, just fuck your sister! Fuck me hard!”
I didn’t need any more invitation. I gripped her hips and jackhammered into her, the sound of our skin slapping echoing off the bathroom walls. Every thrust felt like it was pushing her further into the wall, and the friction was out of control. I could feel her pulsing around me, her internal muscles squeezing my cock like a vice.
Suddenly, she let out a long, guttural moan and her entire body locked up. She climaxed again, her walls spasming violently around me, dragging me over the edge. I let out a loud, guttural roar and blasted my load deep inside her, my body shaking as the last of my strength went into that final, deep push. We stayed there for a minute, panting and dripping, the water still running over our tangled bodies, both of us knowing that the “Saint” of the family had finally fallen from grace, and it felt like heaven.
By the time we dried off, she was horny again. I wasn’t resisting, but she dragged me to my bed. “I can’t stop thinking about it,” she whispered, her voice sounding like a total wreck. “The way you just ... took me. I need more!” She didn’t even wait for me to answer before she was on top of me, her blonde hair falling like a curtain around us, smelling of expensive shampoo and raw desperation. She looked at me with those green eyes, and for the first time, there was no judgment, just a starving need to be filled.
I didn’t waste time with romance. I grabbed her thighs and yanked her down, guiding my cock right back into that soaking wet heat. She let out a sharp, jagged gasp as I slammed into her, her breasts bouncing wildly with every jolt. “Yes! Just like that! Harder, Kevin! Fuck the sin out of me!” she screamed, her hips grinding into mine with a frantic, desperate energy. We weren’t just having sex; it felt like we were trying to merge into one person.
Suddenly, her rhythm shifted, her internal muscles clamping down on me in a series of violent, rhythmic pulses. She threw her head back, her throat straining as she let out a loud, guttural wail of release. Her entire body shuddered, the walls of her pussy squeezing my dick so tight it felt like it was being crushed by a velvet vice. That was it for me. I surged upward, burying myself as deep as possible and erupting into her for the second time, my vision blurring as a massive, white-hot orgasm ripped through my spine.
We collapsed into the sheets, both of us drenched in sweat and gasping for air. Elizabeth lay across my chest, her heart hammering against my ribs. The silence in the room was heavy, but the tension had finally snapped.
“You’re a monster,” she breathed, though she was smiling, a genuine, wicked little smirk that I’d never seen on her face before.
“And you’re a liar,” I replied, stroking her damp hair. “You love it.”
“I do! Hehehe!” She giggled, a sound that was far more “bimbo” than “saint.”