Introduction
I have checked and double-checked this story for errors and typos but I have dyslexia so can't always spot them. If you do spot any mistakes, I apologise, as I know they can be infuriating for some, and I do hope it doesn't stop you enjoying the story. If you do spot any mistakes, leave a comment and I will correct them.
Prologue
Our hero in this story is Tom, a six foot tall, thirty something ex football player, who now travels around the world picking up odd jobs for friends or people he has met over the years.
He retired when he ruptured his Achilles tendon but he keeps himself in good shape.
Oh, and he loves the ladies!
Part 1
Tom has been asked by Maggie, a long term friend, to help out on a hen party adventure weekend at her country house hotel in the south of England. He arrives at around 5.30 pm at the end of a hot summers day. Despite the time of day, the temperature is still well up in the seventies.
The drive up to the hotel is a good half a mile through pastures and woodland. Tom pulls up, puts up the roof on his red sports car and heads for reception. As he enters things are quiet, but not for long. As he finishes check-in and collects his room keys a large coach has pulled up outside and around 30 or so 'Twenty-Something' young ladies disembark and enter the reception area laughing and gossiping. Tom immediately spots several real beauties and wonders which one he will be looking after that evening.
That evening's entertainment is to be a 'Tarzan Adventure' in the woods across the lawn to the front of the hotel. Most of the girls will be in the main party hunting Tarzan on foot but one of the party, Rita, is recovering from an ankle injury so Sara has asked Tom to ensure she has as much fun as the rest of the party.
Tom is back in reception at 7.00pm as instructed and again there is a real commotion as the whole party is congregating before heading out. The scene is quite distracting as all the girls are dressed in short skirts, bikini type tops but with no straps around the neck, and trainers. Tom muses about how many of the girls will not be wearing panties under the skirts and he feels his cock twitching at the thought.
Before long the main party of around 15 girls are rounded up and led off by a tall Amazon like figure from the hotel staff to begin their adventure. Once they are gone Tom first sees a familiar face. It is Maggie's daughter, Fran. She can only be 18 but she looks stunning. Her tight t-shirt does nothing to disguise her large pert tits and the fact that she is not wearing a bra; the short blue skirt shows off her long slender legs perfectly. She has long auburn hair, which she has tied up for the job in hand, and a really smiley face.
"Hi Tom. This is Rita, who we will be looking after this evening." Says Fran, introducing a blonde who looks rather interesting. She might be described as petite, being less than 5 foot six tall but she has a great figure and an alluring smile. She can be no more than 19 and has long blond hair tied back in a ponytail.
"Hi Fran. Hi Rita." He replies and gets a "Hi Tom" from Rita who is wearing the same outfit as the main party and she has the tits and legs for it. "I wonder if she has any knickers on?"
As they head out of Reception the main party are just disappearing into the trees across the lawn and Fran heads in the same direction.
As they reach the tree line though, instead of going into the woods Fran leads them to a rope ladder and starts to climb. Tom, chivalrous as ever, offers for Rita to go next and as they climb he looks up to check his suspicions! And indeed neither of them is, so he has a view of two perfect tight asses and a pair of plump, teenage, peach shaped pussies; one shaven and one with a nice blonde curly bush.
As Tom starts the climb Fran has already reached the wooden walkway built in the tops of tall trees. "Enjoy the view, Tom?" She teases.
"You bet!" he responds looking up for one last glimpse of Rita's wears before she too reaches the top.
Once Tom climbs off the ladder, Fran leads the way along the narrow wooden walkway in the tops of the high trees. After a hundred yards or so the walkway opens out into a platform in front of a large tree house, which is not open yet. The platform, which is edged by 4 foot high glass panelling topped with a wooden rail, overlooks a clearing in the forest, some 30 feet below. There are a few tables and chairs spread around. The three of them go to the edge of the platform and lean on the wooden rail to look down into a circular clearing. Tom is in the middle with Rita to his left and Fran to his right.
The clearing is illuminated by daylight, which is starting to fade. A shadowy figure has been building a fire toward the edge of area, which he is just lighting. As the flames take hold, they add to the eeriness of the scene, but slightly improve the lighting. As the fire burns brighter it becomes clear that the figure is Tarzan-like, dressed in just a loincloth. He is a big unit, around 6' 2" tall and he obviously works out; his biceps and six-pack attest to that.
Soon they have Tarzan tied up in the middle of the clearing and the 'tribe' are seated around him in a circle. "I need two sexy volunteers now" says Jane. "How about you two?" she asks pointing to two petite blondes who have been quite friendly throughout the evening. The two girls stand up and move toward Jane in the centre. They are of similar height, around 5'4", slim and in great shape. As they reach to Jane she gets them into a huddle to brief them. When that is done she walks over to a large box on the edge of the clearing, lifts the lid and presses something so that rhythmic tribal music is played through speakers around the area.
This is the cue for the two volunteers, Chrissie and Sam, to start an intimate dance together. Moving provocatively they start caressing each other's pussies, pert breast and tight asses. As the dance progresses the two gradually become more and more entwined. As they do, a bra clasp must have been released as it falls to the ground.
For someone so small, Chrissie has great tits, must be 34C at least. So, not be out done Sam removes her bra. She is a good deal smaller up top than Chrissie, but has perfectly formed and very pert 'ski jump' tits.
The floorshow is clearly beginning to have the desired effect as everyone can see that the front of Tarzan's lion cloth is slowly starting to rise.
With his lion cloth now tenting to extreme, Sam drops to her knees in front of it, takes out a knife that Jane must have passed to her, and removes it with a single swish of the sharp blade. There is a sudden gasp from all of the girls in the clearing.
There are similar gasps from the girls who are looking down from the comfort of leaning on the glass panelling around the edge of the platform.
"Geez, look at the size of that cock, it is huge" Rita squeals.
"Do you like big cocks?" asks Fran.
