Arthur Greaves on his eighteenth birthday.-

"Go away sun!" A very sleepy and hungover Arthur groaned, cursing the ray of the rising morning sun that sneaked through the gap between the two pulled curtains of his bedroom window, and got itself directly into his sleep deprived eyes.

Rolling away from the intrusive and unwelcome sunlight Arthur pulled the covers of the duvet over his head in a doomed attempt to stop his bedroom from spinning, a side effect of his first ever hangover caused by the **** provided to him by his friends at the house party held in honour of his eighteenth birthday. As he continued to hold the covers above his head, rubbing his forehead hoping futilely that it would ease his pounding headache Arthur came to the conclusion that everyone who had plied him with booze were no longer his friends, and vocally cursed their existence. Of course that was merely the hangover talking.

Seemingly in response to his little outburst somebody knocked on his bedroom door from the outside hallway. "Arthur? Are you alive in there?" A clearly amused feminine voice called through the door, to which the young man in question groaned loudly through the duvet in reply.

"Leave him alone Melissa, and let him sleep!" A second voice said from the other side of the door. This voice was also clearly feminine, but was speaking in a softer more compassionate tone than the other woman. "Our poor boy probably had too much to drink".

"Our 'poor boy' is a man now, and should be out celebrating it! Do you remember what we did on your eighteenth, Claire?" The first voice asked. Despite being hungover and on the other side of the door Arthur could practically see the mischievous smile on the face of the woman who- for of a lack of a better word- fathered him.

"Of course I do, Melissa. I'll never forget our first day together at the beach". The person who gave birth to him eighteen years ago to the day replied fondly. "I got sunburnt, and ended up walking funny for three days straight afterwards!" Claire added with a girlish giggle, before seeming to remember that their son was on the other side of the door, almost certainly listening to their little exchange of words. "We are heading out, sweetie! Have a great day! Remember that we're going out car hunting together tomorrow. Your card is on the table!" She called out through the door.

"Bye Arthur! Happy birthday, son. You better not still be in bed when we get back!" Melissa Graves said loudly through the door in way of farewell, and moments later Arthur could hear the distinctive clicking sounds of two different sets of high heeled shoes walking across the hallway's wooden flooring, away from his room. The birthday boy groaned softly to himself, lowered the bed covers that engulfed his face, and tentatively opened his eyes to see if the world had stopped spinning. It hadn't.

About an hour later the demands of Arthur's stomach for sustenance won out over the need for further rest, and with a groan that would not be out of place in a George A Romero horror movie, the hungover birthday boy threw the covers off the bed, and slowly got out of bed, shuffling slowly towards the downstairs kitchen like one of the deceased director's zombies in search of food.

Once he'd finally managed to shuffle into the kitchen Arthur immediately went to the fridge in order to prepare a grease laden full English breakfast, pausing only to put the kettle on. It was only when the smell of bacon sizzling in the frying pan hit his nostrils did Arthur start to feel vaguely human again. Several minutes later and armed with a plate with enough food to feed a small family Arthur shuffled to the kitchen table, noticing for the first time the red envelope-which was almost certainly his birthday card from his parents-placed on top of it, alongside a tall glass of water, a small white sachet the size of what you'd normally find in a coffee shop, placed next to a yellow post-it note with the words 'Thought that you would need this magic hangover cure ;) Mum x' written on the small piece of paper.

Arthur quickly emptied the contents of the sachet into the glass, stirred it with the spoon he used to make his coffee, and downed the glass of water in several deep gulps, before finally beginning to tackle the small mountain of food that was to be his rather late breakfast.

When Arthur was about halfway through his plate, and already starting to feel better he put down his cutlery, and carefully opened the envelope addressed to him. Inside was a big and bright birthday card with a garish 'You're 18!' plastered all over the front of it. Arthur opened the card and read the inscription inside. As well as the normal birthday wishes written by his parents the card also contained a cheque with a rather significant figure written on it. With this cheque combined with the money he'd saved up since gaining his driver's license several months earlier Arthur could easily be able to buy a good quality used car from a trusted dealership, rather than the basic rust buckets that most people his age were able to get, to which he was eternally grateful to his parents.

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After polishing off the rest of his breakfast Arthur had headed straight to the upstairs bathroom, and performed what his mother Melissa once rather crudely referred to as 'the three S': shit, shower, and shave. The shower combined with the rather hearty breakfast, and whatever was in the 'hangover cure' seemed to be work like a treat, for less than half an hour after shuffling down to the downstairs kitchen feeling like **** warmed up, Arthur actually felt as good as new, and after making a rather half hearted attempt at drying himself with his towel the young man made his way back to his bedroom with a spring in his step.

Once inside his bedroom Arthur turned to briefly inspect himself in the mirror, pleased that the dark circles around his eyes-classic telltale signs of a hangover- had all but disappeared. Friends and family have told him on more than one occasion that while he inherited his mother Claire's looks in regards to his light brown hair, piercing blue eyes, cute nose, and dazzling smile, he definitely took after his other futanari parent in regards to his physique. Despite being only eighteen Arthur was already well over six feet tall-he was recorded at six foot three inches when his parents had last measured him a couple of months previously- and was still growing. Due to a rather high metabolism passed down by Melissa, and a fitness regime that could be considered by some as borderline fanatical Arthur possessed a muscular physique that went far beyond a six-pack honed at a regular gym. Water dripped down his pecs onto his stomach which was a literal wall of solid muscle. His dual futanari parentage had also more than blessed him in the downstairs department too, something to which he was very thankful for.

With Arthur feeling a lot better he actually felt like he would be physically able to do what he had originally planned to do today, primarily go somewhere that he'd been wanting to go to for a long time, but unable to go there until today.

"What do you think, Sasha? What swim shorts should I wear? The black, or the blue?" Arthur asked, addressing the sultry dark skinned bikini clad beauty on the glossy A3 sized calendar adorning his bedroom wall. Sasha Brooks was one of the most popular actresses in the adult industry, with a spectacularly huge pair of breasts and an unrivaled ability to take on multiple cocks simultaneously, turning those on-screen schlongs into cum spewing messes seemingly on command. As gorgeous as Sasha Brooks was, Arthur found his personal favourite was the blonde bombshell that was his calendar's model for the month of July.

"The black it is then. Thanks Sasha". Arthur said, chuckling to himself at the absurdity of him talking to a glossy A3 sized photograph of a porn star.

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"Last stop the beach. All off!" The bus conductor announced loudly as the bus parked up.

Arthur got off the bus along with another twelve other people, thanking the conductor on his way out. As the white and red painted vehicle pulled away the muscular young man surveyed the beach. Countless families and groups of people played various sports, swam, frolicked in the surf, or bathed in the rays of the early afternoon sun. Vendors and small shops flogged their wares from refreshments to renting deck chairs, or even power boats. In the middle distance Arthur could see the tourist family favourite Victorian era inspired Pier-a platform extending from a shore over water and supported by piles or pillars- was as busy as ever. Arthur had enjoyed many a day on the Pier, wasting his pocket money in the arcades, or going on the rides, but he turned his back on the Pier and the other people enjoying themselves on the beach, quickly noticing a small sign shaped into an arrow labeled 'Adult beach 1/2 mile. Over 18's only!' in bold text. With an excitement that he hadn't felt since passing his driving test Arthur strode purposefully in the direction of the arrow, barely able to resist the urge to break into a sprint.

Several minutes later Arthur came across his destination: a cordoned off area of beach just over a mile wide. Panels of polished reflective glass paneling that were ten feet high went all the way around the exclusive adult only beach, shielding the beach and its occupants from curious eyes. The only gap in the cordon was a small area that could be loosely defined as a security checkpoint, but was more accurately a small booth, and automated barrier allowing both entry and exit to the secluded area.

As Arthur approached the checkpoint the door to the booth opened, and a feminine figure exited the booth, causing the teenager to restrain a gasp. The booth attendant was a gorgeous woman of latin descent, dressed in a shiny long sleeved black latex catsuit that was styled to look similar to a police uniform. With the exception of a long pony tail her jet black hair was hidden beneath a black police style cap- of a similar material to the rest of her attire- with an emblem of a shield with the words 'BEACH SECURITY' written on it in bold white text. Long silver hooped earrings dangled from her earlobes, and her eyes were concealed by mirrored aviator styled sunglasses of a similar colour.

As flawlessly beautiful as her face was Arthur's gaze was drawn lower to her catsuit, the zip of which was currently at just above where her belly button would be, resulting in a scandalous amount of cleavage generated from her huge breasts on display. A pair of handcuffs and a baton hung from her belt, and as Arthur's gaze went lower, admiring how the shiny black material hugged her shapely long legs he couldn't help but notice the distinctive lump between them. The gorgeous guard was a futanari.

"Get out of here kid! This is an adult's only area!" The booth attendant said in an impatient tone, startling Arthur out of his gawking of her sensational body.

"But, I'm eighteen, maam!" Arthur protested, as his right hand moved towards his swim short's pocket in order to locate his wallet. "I swear".

"Do you have ID?" The gorgeous Latina guard asked, her tone swiftly transforming from impatient to curious.

Arthur quickly fished out his wallet from his pocket, and after a few seconds looking for his driver's license he held out the card for the Latina to inspect, which she took from him with her finger less gloved left hand.

"Hmmm....." The curvaceous guard murmured to herself after inspecting the ID, her gaze drifting from the card to Arthur, seemingly looking at him in a different light . ".......it seems that I owe you an apology.....Arthur". She said as she handed him back the card. "Happy birthday by the way!" The boob blessed Latina added with a rather flirtatious smile, as she removed her shades to reveal beautiful brown eyes that sparkled with mischief.

"Thank you, Miss...." Arthur averted his eyes from the gorgeous futa's face to read the name on the identification badge attached to her uniform, but got quickly distracted by the amount of her huge tits on display ".....Miss Vasquez".

"Please call me Fernanda". The dark haired stunner replied, flashing Arthur a dazzling smile, which made the young man go weak at the knees. "Again I'm sorry about me being rude just now. We've had quite a few underage teens snooping around the beach, or trying to sneak in. Simply put it would be my ass on the line if they succeed".

The mere mention of 'ass' from the buxom Latina bought rather lewd thoughts into Arthur's mind, and as a mental image of Fernanda's catsuit covered ass flashed into his brain-coupled with her revealing attire- the young man's cock began to swell in his swim shorts. "Don't worry about it. I understand completely. I take it that you're going to let me in". He asked hopefully.

A brief frown flickered across Fernanda's lovely face. As quickly as it appeared the frown disappeared, replaced instead by another smile, this one bordering on filthy. "I'm afraid that I can't just yet, not with you wearing that T-shirt". Upon seeing the surprise on Arthur's face the Latina gestured to a sign on her booth, and read aloud what was written on it. "Beyond this point only swimwear is permitted". Fernanda looked back at him with a naughty gleam in her eyes. "I'm afraid that the top has to come off, Arthur". She added with a tone that left him no doubt that she wasn't sorry about the whole situation at all.

With a rather sickly smile Arthur complied with the wishes of the people who ran this particular stretch of beach-not to mention Fernanda in particular- and pulled his T-shirt off over his head, drawing a lustful smile from the security guard. "Much better". She purred seductively as she eyed up the young man's semi naked body, her eyes roamed over his muscular arms, torso, and his ripped stomach. Although Arthur couldn't see it the lump in Fernanda's tight black trousers was rapidly swelling and stiffening in response to his muscular upper body fully on display .

"Now that you're....dressed appropriately I can let you in now!" Fernanda declared with a sultry purr, as she pressed a button on her belt, resulting in the automated barrier to lift upwards, allowing Arthur access to the beach.

The handsome young man took a handful of steps beyond the security checkpoint barricade, and with Fernanda by his side he took his first look at the place that was all the talk at his school's changing rooms, the place that he'd wanted to visit for the best part of three years. The number of people on the beach inside the exclusive area was far less than the crowded family friendly beaches that Arthur had seen upon arrival a few minutes prior. As a result couples, trios, and small groups of people had plenty of room on the soft golden sand, dotted around the beach with at least fifty yards space between each different group, giving them all a semblance of privacy.

"If you go for a swim today's lifeguard is Maria. She knows these waters better than......hmmm.....that's weird. I can't see Maria anywhere. She's not scheduled for her break for at least another hour". Fernanda declared with no small part of concern, using one hand to shield her eyes from the sun as she strained to see the missing lifeguard.

The busty Latina suddenly turned and made her way back to the booth, which was bigger inside than Arthur had earlier thought, a fact that completely passed him by on account of Fernanda dropping something onto the floor inside the booth, and with a muttered curse bent over to retrieve the fallen object off the floor. A horny groan escaped Arthur's lips as his eyes feasted on the incredible sight of Fernanda's ass being thrust directly up at him, giving him a fantastic view of her magnificent behind. Much like her tits the gorgeous Latina's ass was spectacular, possessing a bubble butt that could only be earned by performing a ridiculous amount of squats every day. The back of the catsuit looked like it had been moulded onto her delectable ass, to which he responded with another desperately horny groan, his cock continued to swell and thicken in his swim shorts, the whirlwind of thoughts in his brain alternated between dropping to his knees and worship her bubble butt, and taking her hard from behind.

Upon hearing Arthur's groan Fernanda looked over at him over her right shoulder, and flashed him a filthy wink, before shaking her buttocks for his viewing pleasure, leading Arthur to wonder if the Latina Futa babe had dropped the object that she was after on purpose.

As quickly as Fernanda's show had begun it suddenly ended with the curvaceous Latina straightening back up straight, and making her way back outside to the outer extremities of the adult beach. With his eyes still locked on Fernanda's ass he barely managed to prevent himself from colliding into her when she suddenly stopped.

Fernanda threw the young man a knowing smile, very much aware of the affect her ass was having on him thanks to the floored expression on his face and the rapidly growing bulge in his swim shorts, before the buxom guard lifted the micro binoculars she retrieved from the booth to her eyes, whilst raising a walkie talkie to her lips. "Lifeguard Vasquez are you there? Maria? Maria? Talk to me sis?" She called into the walkie talkie, while Arthur took the news that this stacked Latina babe's sister was the beach's lifeguard in his stride, and pictured her looking like Fernanda in an revealing red swimwear suit that the lifeguards tend to use on the main beach. Unsuprisingly the mental image did nothing to stop his cock from growing inside his shorts.

"Lifeguard V.....Vasquez......h...HERE!!!" A feminine voice finally replied over the walkie talkie, the last word almost a scream. The sound quality wasn't great, but Arthur could easily hear the blissful character nature of Maria's cry over the crackling of static.

"You fucking slut, sis!" Fernanda giggled girlishly into the walkie talkie, whilst gently shaking her head in mock dismay. A filthy grin plastered over her gorgeous face. "You're supposed to be on duty! Over and out!"

"I guess it's lucky that I'm a good swimmer then!" Arthur quipped softly, starting to feel a lot more comfortable around the buxom security guard, earning another melodic sounding giggle from her.

"Oh shit! Looks like I have more beach goers incoming!" Fernanda declared with no small part of disappointment. A brief glance over his shoulder confirmed to Arthur that she was indeed correct. Two couples who looked like they were in their mid twenties were approaching the checkpoint, with the female holding a large carrier bag, and her male carrying of all things a gigantic dolphin shaped inflatible . "I have to get back to it". The catsuit clad beauty said as a way of farewell as she turned, and took a step back towards her booth, before stopping well short of her workstation, and turning back to regard the young man. "Say Arthur, if you get bored or too hot on the beach you're more than welcome to come back here, and keep me company. My office has plenty of cold drinks, snacks, air conditioning, and I take my hosting duties very seriously!" She purred seductively, throwing him a filthy wink for good measure.

"I...I may take you up on that. T....thanks Fernanda". Arthur stammered in reply, seeming to lose his ability to use his tongue, as his mind suddenly filled with images of what sort of hospitality the Latina bombshell had in mind. The young man averted his gaze from Fernanda's face he found his eyes drawn to the long thick shape of her cock bulging against against the glossy black material of her skin tight outfit. Arthur tentatively estimated that her member was at least ten inches long.

As Arthur was checking out the state Fernanda's downstairs equipment, the catsuit clad Futa was doing exactly the same to him. Due to the baggy nature of his swim shorts she wasn't able to deduce just how much heat the hunky young man was packing, but the formidable bulge looked promising. Very promising indeed. "Hope to see soon, handsome!" Fernanda purred in way of farewell, as she turned away and made her way to the people who had just arrived at the security checkpoint, a naughty smile plastered on her gorgeous face as she exaggerated the sway of her hips, knowing all too well that the young man were drawn to her swaying behind every step of the way.

When Fernanda reached the small group of people Arthur reluctantly tore his gaze from her incredible bubble butt, turned his back on the security checkpoint, and strode further into the private beach. Arthur quickly noticed the reflective glass panels which cordoned off the private beach allowed the people inside the cordon to see what was going on outside, but not the other way around.

As Arthur approached what appeared to be the main hub of the exclusive beach he noticed that as well as the usual refreshments the store vendors were also selling risque items such as condoms, lubricants, sensual oils, and even sex toys. According to the signs the showering and changing facilities had communal or mixed gender options, as well as the traditional separate gender facilities. What really drew the eighteen year old's attention however were the other people on the beach. Men, women, and Futas alike strolled around, sunbathed, and frolicked in the surf with the smallest swimsuits possible, meaning that everywhere he looked Arthur was greeted by sight of glorious female or Futa flesh.

The urban legends around school about there being no rules in such beaches appeared to be true as Arthur saw a lithe asian woman drop to her knees, and take her busty flame haired lover's futanari cock deep into her mouth. Fifty yards to their right a middle aged man was doing the same to dark skinned Futa at least ten years his junior. Slightly further along the beach two regular women-one blonde the other a redhead-lying on the sand together kissing, and groping each other's breasts. Amongst the other beach goers Arthur's gaze was drawn to a gorgeous brunette lying on her right side facing him, with what appeared to be her boyfriend directly behind her. Red highlights ran through her long dark hair, her eyes narrowed into little slits as her lover rubbed some sort of oil into her sun kissed skin, focusing primarily on her huge round tits, exposed for everyone on the beach to see, and her thick eight inch member which poured pre cum onto the soft golden sand beneath her.

A flicker of movement from Arthur's right drew his attention from the buxom dark haired Futanari and her male lover to a Latina exiting the communal mixed gender shower whom bore a remarkable resemblance to the the stunning security guard he encountered at the barricade, the only exception being her attire, and the lack of a penis between this curvaceous babe's legs. The fact that this particular Latina wore a red lifeguard swimsuit, albeit a far skimpier version than the standard issue version which covered the nipples of her huge breasts, the lips of her clearly shaven pussy, and not a lot else helped confirm Arthur's hunch that this absolutely gorgeous woman was Maria, Fernanda's sister.

As Arthur watched Maria paused to readjust her sensational outfit, slowly making her way towards the elevated platform clearly marked as being for the on duty lifeguard, he couldn't help but notice that she was walking with a limp, almost bowlegged. Following Maria out of the communal shower was an absolutely gorgeous long haired blonde bombshell that absolutely took Arthur's breath away the moment he laid eyes on her.

The blonde wore clear high heeled stripper sandals which raised her height to just over six feet, but the rest of her outfit grabbed Arthur's attention due to the fact that she wore a thin slingshot bikini made from a material that gave the cherry red colour an almost metallic sheen.

After first admiring how thin the top of the slingshot was, just two flimsy, matching strips of material going up over her pair of huge round tits that-in Arthur's opinion anyway- surpass any off the breasts that he'd seen previously, before meeting round the base of her slender swan like neck. Both straps were barely an inch long in width meaning that they barely covered her nipples, let alone the rest of the bronzed mountainous orbs of sun kissed tit flesh. An awestruck Arthur finally lowered his gaze from those incredible tits that simply explode out from her slender frame, her minuscule waist, which appeared to be barely wider than the span of one of Arthur's large hands. Her midsection was flat with faint abdominal musculature that was still undeniably feminine, flaring down to a pair of sexy, womanly hips that looked perfect for bearing children. Looking lower Arthur could see that in between the blonde's well-toned legs that seemed to go on forever was a thick cock bursting out of the bottom of the skimpy garment sticking straight up, perpendicular with her sexy belly. A long rope of pearly white substance-which Arthur safely assumed to be semen- dangled from the bulbous head of her cock, a cock that easily dwarfed every member that he had seen on this beach-rivaling and almost surpassing Fernanda's thick schlong in size- despite the fact that the young man was certain that this stacked Futanari's fuck piece wasn't near fully erect.

The gorgeous blonde continued to follow the Latina lifeguard, her huge tits shaking and enormous tool bobbing with every step that she took as she strutted in her high heeled sandals like she owned the place. A horny groan escaped from the back of Arthur's throat as the golden haired stunner walked far enough for him to see her from behind, revealing to the young man that her ass was just as spectacular as her tits. Two large cheeks of succulent bronzed flesh so firm and supple looking that Arthur reckoned that they would be capable of successfully bouncing a coin off them, and that her fitness programme must include a similar amount of squats as Fernanda.

An utterly captivated Arthur-although he was far from the only person to be so-continued to watch as the blonde bombshell pulled up close to Maria from behind, whispered something in the lifeguard's ear, and placed her right hand possessively on the Latina's barely covered ass. Maria did not object at all to the blonde groping her own spectacular booty, choosing instead to alter her stance, making it easier for the Futa to slip her slender fingers underneath her swimsuit, before unleashing a sharp cry as the blonde's fingers found her pussy.

Moments later the blonde removed her fingers from the panting buxom lifeguard's sex, offering them up to the Latina who without hesitation wrapped her lips around the domineering Futa's index and forefingers, moaning loudly as she noisily sucked her juices clean off the other woman's digits.

Once both Maria and the blonde were seemingly satisfied that there were no more juices on her fingers they parted company, the Latina resumed her slow bowlegged walk back to her station, while the blonde looked around at her surroundings with a broad smirk on her absolutely gorgeous face. Arthur couldn't see her eyes due to them being hidden behind a pair of sunglasses remarkably similar to Fernanda's aviators, but could tell that the blonde Futa stunner clearly loved being the centre of attention, knowing full well that the majority of eyes in the local vicinity were on her. He also got the funny feeling that somehow he'd seen her before, and knew who the walking-or more accurately strutting- wet dream actually was.

Suddenly Arthur's whole body tensed up, becoming as stiff as a board as he noticed the stacked Futa goddess seemingly staring straight at him. A glance over his shoulder revealed that there was nothing or no-one of note behind Arthur. How long had she been looking at him, and why Arthur found himself wondering, before turning his attention back to the blonde. A short strangled gasp escaped from the back of his throat as when he turned back around he saw the smirking blonde strutting up to him with her cock larger and thicker than it had been mere moments prior. She was coming his way!