This is my first story on this site and it is likely loaded with tense errors (I’m much better at writing in past-tense). Throughout this series I will attempt to cover a wide variety of themes from basic romance to a light degree of bondage and even some action in the later parts. I’m not a very experienced author so don’t expect the best story ever. Remember, this is a preface and was made to begin the story, so don’t expect much plot development just yet. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Enjoy!

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The Importance of Sophie: Preface by SmokingMan

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I let out a massive sigh of relief as I flop down on my bed. Despite not being physically tired I’m mentally destroyed; senior year of high school is supposed to be smooth sailing; most kids usually end up booking all their hard classes into Junior year. And it would be easy, if it weren’t for the calculus and physics. I pride myself on my intelligence but sometimes it can be more of a bane than a boon.

I can hear the muffled sounds of my father and younger sister Hannah arguing about some asinine thing coming from downstairs. Probably about who is going to take out the trash today or something equally as pointless. My parents got divorced when I was around seven, and there was rigid shared custody for a while, but that eventually dissolved into us mostly living with our father and visiting our mother whenever we felt like it. My father, sister and I all have a fairly solid relationship with each other, but the two of them can get heated at times. My sister has been a troublemaker for quite a while now. The usual running away and smoking weed, that kind of thing, and it has strained her relationship with both of our parents.

Even though she’s my sister, I’ve still noticed that she’s filled out quite well as she’s gotten older; a short and thin girl around 5’4, with long brown hair and eyes. Her boobs match her stature, and are a small B-cup but her round butt more than makes up for it. I’ve often had to bate back sexual feelings towards her but the absence of a girlfriend for me means I check her out whenever I can. Nothing more than an ass-grab when I was younger and confused has ever happened between us and I hope for my straining sanity that nothing ever does.

A few hours go by, dinner comes and goes and still I lie on my bed, staring at the ceiling and enjoying the peace and quiet, letting my mind wander. Until…

“David?” My sister calls from downstairs. She likely wants me to get her something from the kitchen. The thing she’s best at (aside from having sex and causing trouble) isn’t even something you can be skilled at: she is one of the laziest people I know, often calling on me or my father to perform basic functions that would take her seconds. Even the fatasses at school pick themselves up to get another bag of chips. She won’t even sit up to grab a drink sitting two feet away, and it’s no small miracle that she’s as skinny as she is.

“Daaayvid,” She calls again, clearly impatient.

“Whatever it is, get it yourself this time.” I shout back down.

A reluctant “fine” can be heard from below as I resume my delightfully melancholy thoughts. Eventually it starts to get dark and I begin preparing for bed. I consider masturbating, but discard the thought as I don’t want to break the “Zen state” that has become so hard to come by these days. I slowly drift off.

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I wake up to a moderately lit room; my bedside lamp is on. That’s strange, I think to myself, I could have sworn I turned it off last night. I never leave the lights o–

All thoughts cease as the brass doorknob to the left of my bed slowly begins to turn. I freeze, still lying prone on my back, staring with wide eyes at the door. Who could it be? Everyone in my family always knocks before entering, and I could always hear them approaching.

The door slides open and a head pops in through the– holy fuck! Is that who I think it is? Is this what I’m seeing? Standing before me, now sliding fully through the small gap between the door and the wall is Alexis Texas, world renowned triple-X model and chief deity in the pantheon of my porn folder.

I immediately sit bolt upright in bed, my eyes widening to their fullest extent, looking on in disbelief. Okay, I have to be dreaming. There’s no way this can be happening for real. For confirmation I reach out and touch my nightstand. I can feel the slightly cool wood beneath my fingers, even its grain.

“No need to check… this is real, baby.” She says in a quiet yet seductive tone. She has closed the door behind her, and is slowly starting to undress, sensually working around the bottom of her shirt. “I’m here for you tonight,” is the last thing she says before pulling it up over her head, her blonde hair falling back down in disarray after being drawn through the collar. She isn’t wearing a bra, and I can now see her perfectly formed tits, lightly framed by the hair that has fallen in front. Holy perfect nipples, Batman, this is some next level shit.

I fling off the sheets and turn my body so that my legs are hanging over the side of my bed, facing her. There is one last thing I can try. I empty my lungs of air, close my mouth and plug my nose. In a dream, you can still breath even if you’re underwater, or if your nose is plugged. I attempt to inhale deeply, and much as I suspected, I can do it. Despite my fingers pinching my nose.

I’m dreaming. It’s not real but it’s just about the next best thing; what is about to happen will have no real world repercussions, I can do anything that I want. By this time, Alexis has already shimmied out of the neon leggings she was wearing, and is in the process of removing a lacy red thong. I can feel my cock swelling in anticipation.

I stand up, removing clothing items as quickly as possible. I don’t want to wake up in the middle of this. After I strip completely, we both stand naked in front of each other. Her, a porn star known the world over and me, some nobody highschooler. My thin, 155lb self doesn’t have much over her 130, but at 6-foot even, I practically tower over her.

My dick now stands at its full 7 inches, angled perpendicular to my body, curving upward slightly. Pointing towards the sex goddess before me, begging for release. It’s nothing monstrous, but I have always been satisfied with my length. Besides, I have plenty of girth. But since this was a dream, a simple flick of the wrist gives me a gargantuan 10-inch schlong that would make even the loosest girl cream.

Now that I am properly prepared, I look Ms. Texas up and down, wondering what to do first. In all honesty, I have no idea. I’ve had a few girlfriends and gotten a few bj’s, but I’ve never gone “all the way” with any of them. I have no real-world experience.

But I have seen a hell of a lot of porn, so I know what it’s supposed to look like.

As if reading my mind (because she is my mind, after all), she says “how ‘bout we start out with this” and pushes me back onto my bed. She immediately attacks my cock, sucking on it as though her very life depends on it.

Because of my enormous length, she is only able to go down about halfway before the head hits the back of her throat, so she uses her right hand to stroke the bottom half, massaging my balls with her left.

Damn, she really knows what she’s doing! This is probably the best blowjob I’ve ever received, and it isn’t even real! I’d have to remember to thank me later for this.

Every now and then, she comes up for air, removing her mouth from my cock (making a quite satisfying popping sound, I might add) so she can breathe. During these times, she begins stroking my full length with both hands. She often takes advantage of her open airways to say something dirty, keeping me excited. Simple things like “Oh my god, your dick is so big” and I’m only be able half respond with something dumb like “you should’ve seen it a minute ago”.

She didn’t seem to care for the humor, but she returns her mouth to my dick nonetheless. I have to put all my effort into not cumming as soon as her salivating mouth envelopes my tip. If I did that, I’d have to watch my jizz shoot all over her face. Then she’d probably start licking it off. No! Don’t think about that! Pull yourself together. You don’t want her thinking you’re–

Wait a minute. This is a dream. I can cum as many times as I want. And as much as I want! With these thoughts in mind, I return my attention to the masterwork being performed on my dick. I quickly get that feeling from deep down, slowly coming up, getting faster and faster until…

“Oh god, I’m cumming!” She reacts instantly, pulling my dream-world dong out of her mouth just in time. She squeals in delight as my first rope of steamy seed shoots out, lining her face from chin to forehead. It’s followed shortly after by another and another and five and ten more after that! Her face is soon covered in a mask of my creamy cum, and there’s still more pouring out so she takes the head into her mouth and furiously jerks my dick while moving her tongue in little circles around the tip, forcing an even more powerful orgasm as my last three jets shoot down her throat. As expected, she gleefully swallows it as fast as it’s shot out.