Amazons of Bluebelle Valley I. Giantess Pollination Crew

Amazons of Bluebelle Valley: the very first Episode I. Herein begins our super sexy XXX-rated, adult only adventure stories in grand style. Be at least 21 years old, if not 31yo, to order. You can depend on the escapades to be engaging, heartfelt, clever, humorous, and sexually perilous for our unlikely little hero Richie Greenfield as he does his best to remain a manly man as he lives with, works for, loves under, and is munificently smothered by the Amazons and Giantesses of Bluebelle Valley.

The style is exceptionally easy to read. Each bodacious romp in the juicy fantasy land moves along like a fun amusement park ride. The characters are ultimately open and generous and therefore their world, while edgy and sexually dangerous, seems kind and oddly sweet. The paradox is that so much outrageous crushing sex could be so uplifting.
In this first episode our hero has trouble focusing; even while being heavily crushed his mind wanders to evens of yesterday...
"...I could not get the thought of the Sanderling sisters out of my head. Yesterday they had actually creamed the record time. Problem was: they cheated. You see, it was Sandy’s turn. And she started out well and fair enough. Her sexy 415 pounds were getting me going nicely. She had a particular fast butt vibration move that should at least warrant a trademark, if not patent, as a potential cum removing technique. But after only five minutes in, sister Silvia pounced in from the seat right behind, piling on her extra 414 pounds. That was breaking the rules big time!
Oh they had it planned all along, for sure. Right down to the in-unison coordinated pounding they gave me. I came in my pants some two minutes ahead of the previous record.
But atypically, only half way home, the van pulled over and stopped. The Sanderling sisters, scintillating sirens of smother and smash, were summarily ousted from the van. The rest of the somewhat angry, but mostly laughing, crew told then they’d have to walk the rest of the way home. They shut the door and left the dazzling duo standing on the gravel by the highway.
But were they sorry? Not in the least. I looked at them in the side view mirror laughing and hip-bumping and giving each other high and low fives. We weren’t even up to half speed when I saw a pickup truck stop to give them a ride. Poor son of a bitch; those sisters weren’t anywhere near done celebrating. Giving the Sanderlings a ride home – what a joke. I could already see his parked truck bouncing back and forth. It had made me kind of wished it was me giving them the “ride” home. I hope he survived, lucky fucker."